This is a work of fiction. The characters are invented. It is intended solely for the fantasy entertainment of persons, age 18 or older, who want to read about gay sex and male slavery. If you are not at least 18 years old and/or this is not what you want, read no further.
Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by the author. JKBlackhouse
Brothers & Slaves: Characters so far:
Danny 17, currently the narrator, high school junior, on soccer & track teams; Ken 18, Danny's older brother, athletic body, high school senior, plays football, baseball & wrestles; Gary 15, Danny's younger brother, young stud, high school freshman, footballer; Tuck 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Don, soccer & track; Don 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Tuck, backup quarterback. Joey, 16, teammate of Danny and leader of team's turning him into their shaved cocksucker; Tim, 17, personal house slave of Ken, Danny and Gary; Mr. Howard, owner, a slave training facility. James: head slave of the family household. Ron, 18, classmate and formerly Master of Ken
Chapt. 40: School Daze II Danny
Dinner was torture. Ken and I had to eat our chow and water from bowls on the floor while our Dad, Mom and Gary sat at the table having a roast chicken dinner and did that ever smell good. Tim ate with the other slaves at the slave table near the kitchen. All this time, Ken and I had not had a chance to talk with eachother so I had no idea how his day had gone nor he mine. I wasn't at all sure I could get through another day of what I went through today but I also had no idea if Gary would have me with him at school tomorrow.
Mom and Dad, Master and Mam, were back home now. I wondered if James had yet told them about what he walked in on Sunday? And if he had, were they going to do anything about it? All I knew was that I was completely exhausted, but not exhausted enough to escape being horny. God, how I already needed to cum again. Before bedtime, Ken had been required to blow Gary and had been ordered to blow Tim. Tim seemed to be rising in status at our expense. Where was that headed?
Chapt. 41: Time To Say Goodbye: Conclusion
The next day, Gary was told by James that his parents wanted him to skip school. Something must definitely be up. Their parents never wanted them to miss a day of school. Ken and Danny were left in the bedroom, while Gary followed James downstairs.
Both parents were there. From that, Gary must have known this was going to be really, really bad, but he had no idea just how bad. Dad reminded Gary how each of his brothers had been enslaved and how they were for the next year legally slaves, just like any of the house slaves. His Dad reminded Gary that Dad himself legally enslaved Danny in response to his escapade sneaking to Mr. Howard's training center. It would not have happened had Danny just leveled with me, his father said, but Danny needed to understand that actions had consequences and so he was now enslaved, and probably would be for more than the one year of the initial slave term. His little lark had grown costly to him. Danny would find, as had Ken, that being legally a slave was far different than playing at it. Perhaps Danny now welcomed his situation, perhaps not, it made no difference, he'd been deprived of choice. He was a slave. Slaves did not make choices, they were made for them.
"Your behavior too has consequences," Gary's Dad said, "to run an orgy with your own brothers, though admittedly slaves, as the prime servicers in front of their friends, and to ridicule them in the way James reported that you had is simply unacceptable.
"Your behavior too has consequences, Gary. Consequences you will not like. You have been a problem kid for years and especially so this last year. No more. No more forgiveness, no more baby punishments, no, it's time for something more real, harsher.
"Your mother and I have taken out slave papers on you, Gary. You are at this moment legally a slave. No begging, no promises of better behavior can change this. Not even I can change it. For the period of the next 6 months, renewable at our discretion for up to six years, yes six years, you have already been legally enslaved. Now strip. Slaves have no need of clothes."
"Please Dad and Mom, please, please, please don't do this to me. I'll be the best son ever. Please let me prove to you that I can reform and be the son you want me to be. Please, please, please. Don't do this to me, I'm begging you on my knees," and in fact, he had dropped to his knees as he pleaded his case.
But his Mom and Dad were thoroughly disgusted with Gary. Indeed, why else would they enslave their own son? No, this was a plight he had earned many times over, his Dad thought, and now he would learn that. His father had no intention of actually ending Gary's slavery after 6 months. No, that was to induce (false) hope in the boy who would be crushed when a second 6 months, at a minimum, was added on. He would be counting the days until he'd be freed, his Dad thought, only to have his expectations dashed at the last minute. That would be sweet after all the trouble Gary had caused them.
Mom added, "Gary, I'm just so disappointed in you. You have no idea. Time after time we've let you off the hook after some tiny punishment; well, you may not have thought it tiny at the time, but it was. Now you'll learn just as your brothers are learning. Deal with it boy, you're screwed and you've done it to yourself. Did you think we would let this go on forever? No, it had to end and now it has. Strip, boy."
Gary shriveled inside himself. He knew how strict and rigid his mother was, much more so than his father, but to hear this from her was astounding. He had never heard her speak like this in his entire life. "Screwed?" He did not ever remember her using the word in this kind of context. She was so proper. "Screwed?" What had happened to her?
"Mom, please, please, please give me another chance. Please don't do this to me. I beg you Mom, please don't do this." His Mom just looked away from the boy kneeling in front of her.
"I said strip boy. Your mother and I have both given you an order. Slaves learn to obey orders or they are punished. Whipped or more. Strip, NOW."
Gary realized all was lost. They were not going to give him a chance. They really meant it, he was a slave for 6 months, and now he had to strip in front of his own parents. How demeaning is that, he thought. Slowly, reluctantly, he removed first his sneaks and socks, then his T shirt, and finally his shorts. Now he wore only a jock. His father looked at him. "I said strip. Everything," so Gary in despair slipped off the jockstrap, exposing his dick and balls to his own parents. He made no effort to cover them with his hands. What was the point? Screwed? Yes, damned right, they'd screwed him royally.
He thought of picking up his clothes, dashing upstairs to grab his wallet and a jacket or something and then just running away. But if they'd really already enslaved him, he'd have no chance to get far enough away. His parents would alert the slave police, and probably the regular police, and where would he go? They'd have a picture of him and he'd be caught and then things would only get worse. A runaway slave. That would be real trouble. He hung his head, not in slave obedience, but in despair. This was just so awful. More awful than anything, though he sort of realized worse was to come. He'd be tattooed and ringed probably, and given a new name that was not a real name, just a number, like 415 and 809. How he wished he'd been smarter and maybe even less cruel. He'd actually been stupid not to have considered what his Dad would do if he got really pissed. Well, now he knew.
Naked and on his knees, he waited to hear what the next humiliation would be. His Dad turned Gary over to James and instructed James to have Gary properly ringed, tattooed and numbered.
"You will be considered the lowest slave in the household. All other slaves are superior to you, boy," his father said. "James, get him out of here and get him marked and trained. Lets say 4 weeks at a training center, perhaps Mr. Howard will take him, but be sure he is entered in the official slave records and that a GPS is inserted just like all slaves. We will work out later who he will report to though of course he will be under your control, James, just like the rest."
"Sir," said James, "it will be as you ordered, Sir. Shall I take the slave away, Sir?"
"Yes get him out of here. The next time I see him I want to see a trained slave boy who knows his place and understands he is a thing not a person, not a man, just a male slave. It is your responsibility, James, do not disappoint me or.....well, you know the consequences. I know you'll handle it all correctly. Away with you both."
"Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir," James said, as he directed Gary to crawl from the room on hands and knees. Gary spent that night in the cage, his genitals now in a chastity pouch, a temporary collar around his neck. The next day, he was sent off to Mr. Howard for the four weeks of training, piercing and marking his father had directed he receive. As he was led to the slave transporter for his trip to the training center, there were genuine tears running down his face but on James' face, there was a wide smile. At last the little bastard would pay for all his pranks, insults and disrespect. That was going to be just terrific and James knew just the sort of lowly work he would assign to Gary, although he would also make sure Gary was seen by family friends as a naked, numbered, serving slave boy. He would learn the meaning of humiliation, of obedience, of service. Sometimes, James thought, life can be sweet. That was not exactly what Gary thought but
as a slave, his thoughts were of no interest to anyone but himself.
With Gary sent on his way, James now had to give the news to Ken and Danny. He knew they would feel sorry for Gary, though probably with some ambivalence, perhaps with a certain sense that `he's getting what he damn well deserves.'
James found the boys and Tim in the bedroom, clearly wondering where Master Gary was and what to do in his absence. "Boys," James said. " Gary is no longer your Master. Your father and Master has enslaved your brother and has sent him off to be trained, ringed and marked. He will come back looking just as the three of you do, hairless, naked, collared, cock locked and all the rest. Your father has not yet decided the details of whom you will report to on an hour by hour basis but he has made me responsible as I am for all the house slaves. Your father has also told Gary that when he returns, he will be the lowest ranking slave in the house. All other slaves, including you guys, will be superior to him. That's the story and that's how it's going to be. Questions?"
Danny spoke first, "Sir, for how long will Gary be enslaved? Is there a definite time like for this slave and for 809?"
"Your father has taken out papers covering 6 months of slavery, but has reserved the right to extend that period for up to 6 years. My guess is that it will certainly be extended. The Master was really pissed at Gary and wants him to be taught a lesson that will last a lifetime. Not the slavery, just the lesson. So I don't know the exact length, nor does Gary, but it will almost certainly be longer than 6 months and probably longer than either 809 or 415 will remain slaves. But that's just a guess."
"Sir," asked Ken, "how are we to treat Gary when he returns as a slave? Anything special?"
"No, he will be a slave boy like any other, except he will get the worst jobs, be subservient to all and I am definitely going to see to it that family friends, and even your friends and his, will see him naked, hairless, ringed, and obedient. It will do him a world of good once he is released and incorporates the lessons learned. Oh yes. Many lessons.
"For now, the three of you will get your assignments from me. There are three beds here and you have my permission to sleep in them. Of course your cocks will remain locked under your balls and I am the one with the key so you know to whom to come to beg to cum, ha ha." James was quite amused by his little joke at the boys' expense.
"Now, to work. All three of you are on house cleaning today. 711 will give you specific assignments, but just think of all the bathrooms Gary will have to clean. Oh yes. Now get moving slaves," and so they did, casting wondering looks at one another but delighted to now be allowed to sleep in the beds. And maybe not always alone.
It was a month later when Gary, now 617, was returned to the house. Just as James had said, he looked exactly like all the other slaves, hairless body, slavehawk, all the usual bands, rings and tattoos. His posture was that of a humble slave and he required few whippings to get done the scut work he was assigned. Of course, he was not allowed to use the beds in the boys' bedroom for sleeping but even about that he made no complaint. Had he truly changed? How could one know? He spoke little and never initiated conversations even when it was at times when he could. He seemed to have withdrawn into a shell, perhaps protective, perhaps depressive, perhaps any number of reasons. He gave none.
Gary was back only a few days when their Dad called to his office the three boys, plus Tim and James. The slaves, save only James, were each in kneeling in present position. "I have decided how I will organize things for the five of you. 617 is the lowest, then in ascending order 415, then 809. I have decided that Tim will be in charge of you three, under James' supervision, of course. Hereafter, you will speak to Tim as `Sir' and you will obey his directions and orders. Think of him as your junior Master."
No one was more surprised by this arrangement than Tim, the boy who had been the sons' personal slave was now their personal Master in effect. There was a wide grin on Tim's face as well as a wrinkled brow, perhaps recognizing he would now be held accountable for the conduct of his three charges. Danny thought it was great. He and Tim had formed a close bond over the years of Gary's domination and cruelty so Danny was very pleased for Tim to receive this recognition and responsibility, as well as delighted for himself to be subservient to Tim. Danny would enjoy that for however long his father kept him enslaved. For Ken it was simply OK. He liked Tim, had always treated him with kindness, well, after he was 11 or 12 years old anyway. It didn't much matter to him who his boss was. What mattered to him was completing his sentence, being released from slavery, and getting on with his life.
But for Gary, it was a step too far. He screeched out, "NO, no no," as if it mattered what he thought. For this display of disrespect, he was given 20 strokes with the flogger, administered by Tim, and then locked in the cage for a week to help him remember his new station in life. He was a slave, and slaves do not say `no.'
Danny's Postscript:
I was pretty astonished when Dad announced that Tim, cuddly Tim, would be our boss, our Master in effect. Gary misbehaved and was punished for it. Would he never learn? Perhaps not. I was thrilled for Tim and pleased for myself. Tim and I had spent many nights together naked in my bed at Gary's order and I was really very fond of him (maybe in love?) and eager to obey him. I hope he will be forceful and demand our absolute obedience. He is one Master I don't mind having at all.
I love my brothers, even Gary. He is impetuous and has been mean, but I'm sure somewhere within that hairless chest, there beats a good heart that will eventually become visible. Too forgiving? Well, that's my nature. It seems really strange, but good lord, now we are truly both brothers and slaves.
Ken will be set free after a second year as a slave, having then served out his sentence. Gary could be free in 6 months but he won't be. I'm guessing he's in as a slave for a long haul.
I've not decided on my own future. Of course at the moment, for the next year, I have no control over that. But at some point Dad is going to ask me if I want to be a slave for life or if that would be just a little too extreme. I don't know the answer, so for now, that is the answer.
My thanks to all my readers, and to the many who have written and who have lent their support and ideas. I've tried to answer every email. Your encouragement, and your pleasure in the story, made it worth all the work. Who knows, perhaps we will again meet up with Danny, Ken, Gary, Tim, Ron and the others.
Thank you so much. Its been fun. Jake
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