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.
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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; Tuck 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Don, soccer & track; Don 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Tuck, backup quarterback.
Recap. Chapt's 1-4: Danny
Just to remind you where I left off: My older brother Ken had gotten power over me by first beating me up and then taking increasingly embarrassing and compromising pics and recordings of me. He used his power to first make me stand by his bed with my dirty jockstrap over my face and hands behind my head while he beat off every morning and night. He made me do the same for my younger brother Gary and I had to eat all the cum before I was allowed to jerk off and eat my own cum. The most recent humiliations involved shaving my entire crotch, balls and dick so I was smooth like a twelve year old, no pubes at all, then Ken made me suck them off.
Chapt. 5: Things Get Serious - Danny
This was my very first experience with cocksucking. It was so humiliating. As Ken shoved his 7 incher in my mouth, Gary recorded the whole thing and our young slave, Tim, was allowed to watch. In fact, Tim had spent the previous thirty minutes teaching me the essentials of cocksucking. I'm sure he did a great job, but the feel of a dick setting off my gag reflex was one thing I hadn't expected and I was close to barfing over Ken and his damn cock. I pushed Ken back but he was stronger than me and held my head so I couldn't get his cock out of my mouth. He said, "Little bro, you barf on me and you're dead meat." I knew he didn't really mean dead, he meant severely punished, probably with the ping pong paddle on my ass like he'd done before, only worse.
Ken's cock was like shoving a sausage in my mouth. It was long, round, smooth and a little slippery, I guess from my saliva. The difference was Ken's dick was hard like a steel rod and it was pumping in and out of my mouth while he held the back of my head, keeping me in position for his blowjob. It wasn't really just round. I could feel the big veins which frankly, was pretty disgusting. Also the corona of his dick, the knob and then that wider ring around it. Of course I knew that's what a cock, a hard cock, looked like so I guess it wasn't so surprising when I felt the features of Ken's, but it was kind of weird.
So there I was, on my knees, naked, I always had to be naked except for my jock in the room the three of us shared, my smooth pubes right between Ken's legs and his dick in my mouth. It was all just so degrading and humiliating. I don't mean the cocksucking exactly, although that was pretty awful, I mean the whole situation of being forced to suck his dick while my brother, Gary, recorded the whole thing. At the beginning, Ken had even made me beg to suck his cock so Gary could record my asking for dick. They thought they had me but I knew they were in for a shocker in just a couple of weeks. The worm would turn.
On Monday, when I started to undress in the locker room after practice, after I got down to just my jock, i knew the moment of truth had arrived. I covered my shaved pubes with a towel as I headed to the showers but once I got there I knew the towel would be gone and all the guys would see my shame. I had considered skipping the shower completely, but the coaches had a very firm rule that we must shower and if we were caught not having showered, we would have to miss at least one meet or game and even could get demoted to the JV. So that wasn't an option. I hung my towel on one of the hooks right outside the shower area and headed in. The shower room was just two sides of a space with multiple nozzles on each side and a couple of drains down the middle, so privacy was a nonstarter.
I tried to keep my back turned so the guys wouldn't see my front, but eventually I had to turn around to finish the shower. If I had any hope my new condition would pass unnoticed, I was immediately disabused of it. Joey was the first, he shouted across the showers, "Hey Danny, what's with the shaved pubes? Getting ready for a homo party? Hey guys, come over here and take a look at this." If I could have sunk through the shower drain, I would have. I soon had a semicircle of teammates standing around staring at my crotch. And they kept calling more guys over.
"OK guys," I said, "enough. Yeah, I've got shaved pubes. I'll tell you. I went double or nothing with my brother Ken so I could stop having to wear the jock and I lost. I'd bet my pubes, he wanted me to, against the jock and I lost, so he shaved me smooth. So that's the story so stop staring and get out of my way." I was about to cry. I dashed out of the showers and grabbed my towel so I could cover up. It took maybe 20 seconds before they'd pulled off the towel and left me standing there naked. You know how kids are, cruel, that's how they are.
They soon had me stretched face up on one of the locker room benches with a couple of guys holding my arms and a couple more my legs. "Hey Danny," one of them said, "how come Ken let you still have hair in your pits? If you're going to look like a boy, boys don't have armpit hair, do they Danny?"
"I guess not, but that wasn't part of the bet, so let me loose guys." I pulled hard on my arms and tried to kick out at the ones holding my legs. All I succeeded in doing, was being pulled apart even more viciously.
"Somebody go get some shave cream and a razor" one guy shouted. Some of the guys kept shaving gear at school so they could shave right after showering.
I begged and begged them not to do this to me but they just laughed at me. I think it was Joey who smeared the shave cream in my pits, and just like that, he shaved me smooth. He shaved my treasure trail while he was at it. The front of my body was now completely hairless. I was shouting at the bastards to let me go and to fuck off, but they just grinned and kept at it.
Joey said, "Now that you look like a serving boy, it's time to serve. Open up, Danny, my dick is heading into your mouth. From now on, you're the team cocksucker."
"No, no, no" I screamed, "fuck off. I'm not sucking anyone's dick and that's for sure. You've done enough damage now just fuck off." Well, that did a lot of good. Like none. Joey stood over me and pulled up my head. When I wouldn't open my mouth, he pinched my nose so to breathe, I had to open up. "I'll bite you're fucking dick, Joey, so keep it safe and go jerk off, jerk-off."
Well, that just pissed him off. He spit right into my face, then into my mouth. This was getting way out of hand. "Help! Help!" I yelled.
Joey grabbed my shaved balls and started to squeeze. I groaned and felt that awful pain in my stomach when your balls get hurt. "Now just open up like a good cocksucker, Dude, and I'll let you keep your balls," as he kept squeezing harder and harder. What could I do? No help had arrived, None of the coaches. So I let Joey slip his semihard cock into my mouth. The guys started chanting, "suck cock, suck cock, cocksucker." It warmed my heart.
I knew that once I blew Joey, I'd have to blow anyone who wanted it. Somebody got his recorder, and got the whole thing down. Me naked on the bench, smooth pits and pubes, and Joey fucking my mouth and saying "take it, queer. Yeah, homo, lick my dick." At that moment, Joey squirted his cream into my mouth. "Swallow, Danny. Eat my cum, cocksucker," Joey was yelling. Since he was pinching my nose again, the only way to breath was to swallow, so I did. Many cheers and much hand clapping. I knew they had it all recorded and that I was screwed. I just hoped they weren't going to screw my ass.
Next up was Kirk. His cock was pretty small. He ought to be embarrassed, I thought. But there was no time for thinking, like Joey he grabbed my balls and made sure I sucked the way he wanted me too. After that, they offered me a choice. Stay on my back the way I was, someone produced a banana to shove up my ass, or get on your knees and suck like a real cocksucker, which you now are. "OK, OK, just let me up." There was jizz draining out of the sides of my mouth. They let me up and I bolted for the door. Just escape I thought, forgetting I was completely naked.
Of course, I got nowhere, and I was soon on my knees, right on the concrete, opening up for one cock after another. I don't know how many dicks I sucked that afternoon, but it was endless. One cock after another, one mouthful of cum after another. I thought how I hated Ken who had gotten me into this, and now Joey. I'd have to get back at him and I thought I knew how. Of course, my life was now ruined, I thought, and I wasn't completely wrong. After this, every day after practice, I had to blow anyone who wanted it - otherwise those first two suck jobs would be on the web with my hairless pits and pubes. I couldn't stand that. I had to find out who had the recording and get it. I thought my friends Don and and Turk could help with that.
When I got home that awful afternoon and went up stairs to the bedroom to strip, I started to cry. Gary came in and asked what was wrong. I put my hands behind my head and told him to see for himself. "Wow, Danny, we were going to do that anyway, shave your pits, so what's the big deal? It was going to happen."
"Fuck off, Bro," I said. Then I told him the rest of the story.
"Oh Danny, I'm not sure we can have our brother known as the locker room suck queen, we'll see what Ken says. But I like your new look, got rid of all that man hair so now you're looking like the boy we're going to make you into." That was news to me.
"On your knees, Danny, here's one more cock to suck," and so I sank to my knees, at least there was carpeting, with slave Tim looking on, I blew my brother after kissing his feet, then his dick and balls as was now required. One more load of cum, one more humiliation. Afterward, Gary told me that he and Ken had a surprise for me that evening. I knew I would hate it.
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