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. 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.
Chapt's 1-7: Danny has been made a slave by his older and younger brothers, with the help of Danny's teammates. His pubes, genitals, crack, arms and legs have been shaved and he is forced to give his brothers blowjobs on command and to accept their fucking him. He is required by them to be naked in the large bedroom/study room the three share along with their personal slave Tim. Danny cannot escape his new found slavery because his brothers have pictures and videos of him performing all sorts of humiliating and sexual acts as if he were doing so from his own desire. If he does not obey his brothers, they have threatened to put the pics and recordings on the worldnet along with his real name. For Danny, that would mean complete disgrace and humiliation before his friends. Danny's brothers have had his nipples ringed, a genital band, just like real slaves must wear, installed permanently along with a permanent titanium ball band, stretcher and separator. Danny, with the help of his friends Tuck and Don intends to exact revenge from his brothers. The boys' parents are completely unaware of what has been happening among the boys.
Brothers & Slaves: Chapter 8: Thank You, Master - Danny
When I woke up Saturday morning, lying naked alongside Tim, all I knew was that I had to, had to, dump. Immediately. It felt like my bowels wanted to explode. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Then I stopped. I woke up at that moment to the fact that I had a plug up my ass and that my brothers were going to be really pissed if it wasn't still there when they woke up. But my stomach was cramping something awful and I had to strain really hard to keep the fucking thing from just shooting out. What to do?
There was only one person I could ask and that was Tim. Slave Tim. I waddled back to bed, the plug stretching my ass, completely naked, my cock with its morning woodie and my balls hurting from the stretch they were newly under from the ball ring and stretcher Gary had installed on me. I shook Tim by the shoulder and leaned into him, trying to whisper and said, "Tim, I've got an awful problem. This damn plug wants out, I mean right now, but I just know Ken and Gary will be pissed if I take it out. It's pushing so hard against my ass lips it may just pop itself out."
"No, no, Danny. Put your hand on the bottom of it and hold it in. They will certainly punish you if the plug comes out before they say it's OK. That's how it is for slaves. You need permission for just about everything - and anything, but definitely to remove a plug your Masters ordered you to hold in your slave ass." Well, I didn't find that very encouraging. Why was he saying `my slave ass?' Did even Tim consider me, like himself, as a slave? I wasted no time in doing what he'd said to do. I used my right hand to reach around to the bottom of my ass and put a firm palm under the plug to hold it in.
"But what about the pain and the absolute need to dump?" I asked Tim.
"Just hold it and do the best you can. Take a cold shower, that might help, but don't even think about letting that plug out of your sorry ass," said Tim. So I went into the bathroom to shower but I really needed to piss as well. The problem was, I knew if i tried to piss and get my hard-on down to piss position, I'd be unable to retain the plug blocking my asshole. I took the cold shower. It was first thing in the morning so the water, held in the pipes overnight, was really cold. No problem with my woodie, it deflated as soon as the cold water hit. The running water also made me piss without effort so there was little strain on my ass, which was lucky. Just a bit more strain and I would definitely lose the plug.
I got out of the cold water as quickly as I could. Where was Tim to dry me off? I guess a slave doesn't dry off another slave so I just grabbed a clean towel (which turned out to be the wrong thing to do) and dried off. The pressure in my ass eased a little so I didn't have to keep holding the plug in.
Tim had gone down to the kitchen. Was I supposed to do that as well? I didn't think so. I thought I was only supposed to act like a slave in the bedroom, so I got back into bed, curled up my legs to help hold the plug and waited for one of my brothers to wake up so I could ask permission to remove the thing from my ass. It must have been a good hour or ninety minutes before Ken woke up. He looked around and saw me in bed. "What are you doing in bed, slave? You should be here ready for my morning piss."
I scrambled from bed and knelt at Ken's bed. "Please, please, Master, may I take the plug out of my ass? It's killing me. Please, Master, I'm actually begging."
"OK boy, take my piss and then you can take out the plug in the bathroom. Don't forget to clean it. It's going back right where it was soon and you wouldn't want to get infected, would you boy?"
"No, Master, thank you, Master."
I then did the hardest thing yet (other than being pierced in multiple places) somehow opening my mouth wide enough to get Ken's woodie in my mouth. It took him a long time until he could relax enough to lose the hard-on and starting pissing. I just knelt there and waited. I knew his morning piss was going to be real bitter, hard to take in. Mine was always dark and probably bitter for the first piss, I thought. At last the water flowed, more and more of it, it seemed like it would never stop. I kept swallowing fast to try to keep up but being new to this, I just was overwhelmed by all the piss and some started dribbling from my mouth down to my chest, all the way down to my dick and balls. It smelt bad and tasted worse. I just wanted a mouthwash to get rid of the awful taste. Several times I almost barfed, it was so disgusting, but I managed to keep it down. I can only imagine what Ken might have done if I'd barfed all over him.
With his piss resting uncomfortably in my stomach, I gently reminded him about the plug. He allowed me to go and pull the thing out. I washed it carefully and then, following his order, I gave myself several enemas until the water coming out was as clear as the water going in. That let me know that I must be clean.
By then, Gary had awakened and wanted piss service. Now I knew the score, at least a little, so I mouthed his cock while he sat in his boxers on the edge of the bed. His bare adolescent chest was so hot I wanted to stroke it and tease the nipples. Like Ken and me, he'd waken up hard but he was much quicker in letting his piss flow and it was also not quite as nauseating. I don't know if this was because he'd drunk more water the night before, making his piss more dilute, or if I was simply slightly more used to swallowing it. Only small amounts overflowed my mouth and he didn't complain about it in the least. However, he was ready for a morning blow job. I stayed there on my knees and he held the back of my head, taking control of the mouth fuck he was giving me. Soon his pelvis was pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. Truthfully, his boy dick tasted pretty good. I tried licking his balls which were only slightly hairy. I'd always enjoyed
it when Tim did this for me. Gary moaned in pleasure, arching his back so I could get my tongue completely under and around his balls. With his cock back in my mouth it was less than a minute before he blew his cum down my throat. "Swallow every last drop, slave," he said. He was my brother and here he was treating me like a real slave, and calling me one.
I thanked him for his cum which seemed to please him, as he smiled while I said the routine "Thank you Master for the gift of your man cum." That's what slaves had always said to me so I guessed it must be the right thing for me to say.
"Let's head down for breakfast, boy," he said.
"Thank you Master. Please Master may I wear some clothes, at least some shorts, Master?"
He laughed. "OK boy, you'll get used to being naked but go ahead and put on one of Tim's thong jocks, that'll provide all the cover you need.
All I could think to say was "Thank you, Master."
I grabbed a jock from Tim's small drawer and pulled it on. The rub of the material on my newly pierced and banded cock and my balls was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It hurt because my balls were so stretched out and the jock was pulling them in but the sensuousness of it all left me hard and hot. I so wanted to cum but I didn't even bother giving Gary the satisfaction of asking. I just followed him downstairs wondering what the house slaves were going to think.
Apparently Gary had already thought about this. As soon as we got there, he was ready: "Master Danny has decided he is better suited to the role of slave than of brother and Master so that is now his position. He is now a slave just like each of you are. Say something to your fellows, boy," Gary commanded. Ken just sat on his stool at the counter still in his boxers and watched the whole thing flow. He was smiling so he must be pleased, at least.
"Fellow slaves, this slave begs that you welcome it to your company and treat it in a manner befitting a new slave, whatever that may be. This slave is the property of Master's Ken and Gary. (I was really getting into it. Where did this come from?) Thank you, fellow slaves." I could not believe I had actually said these things. What in the world was I thinking? And Gary, of course, recorded the whole thing. No question he and Ken had me in their power for right now but my turn would come, I thought.
While a nice plate of bacon, eggs, toast and potatoes was put on the counter for Gary, for me there was only a bowl of slave chow put on the floor along with a bowl of water. "Eat slaveboy," Gary said, and he proceeded to do just that with his yummy smelling breakfast. I'd tasted slave chow before, just to find out what it tasted like and then, at school, in our slave owning class, we each had to eat a whole bowl of it on the floor, no hands just like a slave so we'd know what the experience was for our slaves. Now I was the slave and this was my meal for real. I wasn't going to get a nice breakfast like Ken and now Gary did.
I could do nothing but accept the humiliation so I got down on my hands and knees and lowered my face into the lousy stuff. It was like eating chewed newspaper, I thought. Dry and pretty tasteless. What taste there was was slightly unpleasant, but maybe that was just me, or not being used to it. As I ate, my naked ass was upper most and on view to all. At least I had the thong covering my rosebud, I thought. The pouch, of course, was way puffed out by my dick and balls being banded and forced forward, not to mention the ball stretching.
Once I'd finished licking up my breakfast and some water, Tim came over and on hands and knees he licked my face clean of the mush. What a strange feeling, to have someone actually lick your whole face. Strange but not bad, I have to say. In fact, it was weird but quite sensual. I was beginning to feel some affection toward him. That was a first, this kind of male to male affection toward a slaveboy. I'd known for a long time that I liked looking at guys' bodies and checking out their apparatus, and yes, I'd done some mutual jerkoffs with friends and even gotten a few blowjobs. But now it was being taken to a whole new level. I must be truly weird, I thought, because all this parading about almost naked and being publicly humiliated was turning me on. In fact, to my red faced embarrassment, I had a boner.
Gary wasted no time in noticing and exploiting it. "Boy, why don't you pull down that jock so the slaves can see your new jewelry." I'd sort of forgotten that I was walking around with two new rings through my nipples. But now I was going to have to reveal the entire package of shame. That only got my dick even harder.
I knelt up and slowly, very slowly and reluctantly, pulled the jock down toward my ankles. "All the way off, boy," Gary said. So I pulled the jock over my ankles and there I was, naked and banded for all the slaves to see, not to mention the boner. There was a collective gasp from the slaves. "What do you say, boy, when you're given an order?" Ken asked.
Oh God, I thought, here it goes, "Master, thank you, Master." There, it was out, my brothers were now my Masters. I couldn't ever pretend otherwise after this kind of exposure.
My genital band, a sure sign of slavery in a male, was right there for them to see. The band, the ball band and stretcher, the ball separator, the nipple rings, they all knew these were permanent attachments, attachments that shouted out to all "I am a slave, I am a slave." I dropped my head into my hands and balled, right there in front of them all, I cried. Not only was I now a slave but I was a wimp slave who couldn't take it. I was so ashamed, whether of revealing my jewelry and all it meant, or from the humiliation of it all and crying, I don't know. Each of them had been through this, but I was showing I was weak.
I pulled myself together and tried to regain some dignity. "Master, please may I dress again, put the jock on, Master?"
"No indeed, boy, go up to our room and we will deal with you there." That was Gary.
"Yes, Master," I said. I picked up the jock in my teeth, it seemed the appropriate thing to do, and crawled out of the kitchen and kept crawling all the way up the stairs and into the bedroom where I knelt and assumed the slave present position, my back straight, my head bowed, my hands behind my head plus the jock in my mouth, and my cock standing straight up. I waited to find out what Ken and Gary now had in store for me.
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