Like a Pete Brown Universe

LIKE A PETE BROWN UNIVERSE, 2A

by Master Redbeard

r-e-d-b-e-a-r-d-e-d-s-f at yahoo dot com

ADULTS ONLY. GAY SLAVE FICTION. If you're not of age to read this or living in a place where it's not legal to read this, go away now!

Please go to the beginning of Part One for a complete explanation of this story. Briefly, I consider Pete Brown to be the master at writing Gay Slave Fiction -- he was both inspiration and proofreader for this story. The other inspiration for this story was Carl Gallagher, a character in Season 7 of the British show Shameless. Commentary about Carl Gallagher in that TV series can be found at the end of this section.

In Part One Carl explains how a "straight, fit lad" like himself ended up signing a contract to be an indentured servant to a billionaire who calls himself Mr. Masters. Mr. Masters is a big fan of Pete Brown's gay slave fiction stories and wants to emulate them in his real life.

SECOND RECORDING: THREE YEARS LATER

It's been a long three years since I made that recording from the cage in Mr Masters' penthouse. Now I'm sitting naked on the ground speaking into a more sophisticated camera. He ordered me to tell the story of all that happened since my indenture contract went into effect. He said this recording is especially important now.

Seeing me now on camera, you can see that I don't have any hair on my body. Although I wore boxer shorts for the last recording, I guarantee that I did have pubes three years ago -- not a very large amount, but they were there. Also, I no longer have a foreskin. I was a little bitter about that when it was done. In fact I tried to protest, since I remembered something in our contract about him not being able to remove my 'skin. But Mr Masters just laughed and showed me the contract. It said he couldn't circumcise me without providing proper anaesthetic and painkillers. So he stuck by the contract and I didn't feel any pain when my 'skin was clipped.

I guess I should start where I left off. Master came into the room where I was caged, spoke a bit to the camera, then turned the camera off. I saw that he had a bag with him, the bag I used for my footy kit. It was stuffed full. He saw the confusion on my face and told me, "I went `round to see your family, lad, and picked up a few of your things. I had your father sign a contract giving permission for you to work as my servant, which I didn't actually need. Oh, and I'll be sending him 50 quid a week."

"Damn, he'll just spend it on booze and pills."

That was the first time my Master touched the electric prod to my skin. I shook all over and couldn't control myself. In a calm voice, he said, "You'd best remember that contract you signed, boy. I don't mind if you slip and call me Sir as you have been doing. But you are now obliged to call me Master."

I almost smiled realizing that he was now Master Masters, which seemed a bit silly. But there was still too much pain running through all the nerves of my body for me to smile about anything.

He went on, "I think you'll be pleased to know that, while I'm sending your father the 50 each week, I'll be sending your sister Debbie 100 pounds a week to take care of family expenses."

Then he turned directly to me and said, "I'm taking you to my island, Carl."

"Master, I don't have a passport? and with the police looking for me?"

"I have it all taken care of, lad. No need for a passport the way you'll be traveling."

Mr Masters knew what he was doing as he ordered me into the bathroom to crap, then put me back in the cage. He said it would be a long trip and it would be unpleasant if I had to move my bowels while I was in the cage. He fitted a tube in my mouth and told me to suck on it when I got thirsty. I noticed the tube was shaped like a penis. He told me the water was spiked with something to help me stay calm and to sleep, so I sucked harder on the penis-shaped tube. He put a sheath over my penis with a pipe to drain my piss. Then he cuffed me to the cage and put earbuds in my ears.

He proceeded to put wood slats around the cage and hammer them in place. I realized I was going to be shipped as cargo, just like slaves were moved around in those Pete Brown stories he'd played for me.

Once I settled in and started to calm down, the earbuds were of course playing more Pete Brown stories. I remember the first one was "Steve Grows Up." In this story Steve grows up poor on a posh estate where his father is the blacksmith. It's only when Steve turns 16 that he finds out his dad and mum have been slaves all along, and now he's come of age and is officially a slave. His dad takes him up to the big house where the master bum fucks the boy, and then orders the father to do the same to him. Once again there was a buddy named Rob who was a rotter once Steve got enslaved.

I don't know how long the trip took. I slept on and off, so I'm not sure which Pete Brown story was which. There was one where Steve worked as a trainer who had to fuck newly enslaved lads. Then, of course, Steve gets enslaved [Note: Pete Brown's "Someone's Got to Do It." Another story where Steve won't live as his uncle demands, and goes off on a solo trip on his motorcycle. Steve gets trapped and illegally enslaved, then gets bought by his uncle's plantation foreman. I fell back asleep at the point where the uncle buggers Steve up his bum [Note: Pete Brown's "Enslaved"].

I was still asleep when I felt something pulling at the crate I was in. I was scared. Was I found out? Were we at an airport? Would I go to jail? But no, when the side of the crate was off, I saw Mr Masters. There were two other blokes with him as well.

The other two were Polynesian, with golden skin and jet-black hair. They were both nearly naked, wearing little things that looked a bit like jockstraps and only just barely covered their equipment in front. The first was a big guy named Momo who was a mountain of muscles. The other was a slim lad who looked even younger than me named Kai.

Mr Masters stepped back and these two got me disconnected from everything and took me out of the cage. Momo looked to the big white man and said, "You sure got yourself a pretty one, Master."

"Take him into the shower, lads," Mr Masters commanded. The two golden-skinned blokes half carried and half dragged me into a big shower stall. They helped me stand and pushed my sweat-stained boxers down my legs. They soaped me up, rinsed me off, then patted me dry with a towel. That's when I realized our Master was sitting in a chair and watching the whole scene as if it was an entertainment.

Next Kai took out a razor and lifted my arm. It tickled as he razored off all my underarm hairs. He did the same under the other arm. Then he got down and took my dick in his hand. I tried to pull away but he said, "I am preparing you for our Master." Something about those words made my stomach tighten up. I was being prepared -- prepared to be used for sex by a gay bloke 40 years older than me. And Master was sitting, watching, licking his lips and rubbing the erection sticking up in his trousers.

It was just as well I was frozen to the spot as Kai shaved away my pubes. It wasn't a real thick patch, as I'm generally a smooth guy and hadn't even had hairs down there for that many years, but seeing my dick bare for the first time in years was pretty shocking. Then he ran the razor over my lower legs where I was just getting a bit of fuzz. There were the faint beginnings of a treasure trail going from my belly button, and that was also shaved off. Then Kai had me turn and asked me to spread my bum and reach back to pull the cheeks apart. When I refused, I heard Mr Masters' voice say, "Boy, do you want a taste of the tawse so soon?"

I reached back and spread my cheeks. I heard Kai say, "I don't see anything here that needs shaving, Master." The older white man got out of his chair and walked over. I felt his rougher hands on my arse and I felt a finger go right into my hole. I tensed up and he slapped my bottom. "Yes, very nice indeed. Just as I'd hoped."

Kai went on to the next thing, which was giving me an enema. Our Master left before this part, as he had no interest in anything that involved shit. Then I was handed a pair of my own boxer shorts and my school uniform. I didn't understand why I was getting dressed. For a moment I thought perhaps Mr Masters would tell me this was all a joke and I was free to go. But that wasn't it at all.

I would soon learn that anytime Mr Masters had me dressed in clothes, it was so that he could get a thrill from stripping me out of them. I was led back into the Master's study and pushed to the floor. Momo grabbed my right wrist and right ankle and chained them together. Then before I could even react he had done the same to my left ankle and wrist. I was lying on my back like a turtle turned over and I was struggling against the chains. Well, that's something you would naturally do when you're chained, wouldn't you? Mr Masters was standing over me rubbing his hard-on in his grey slacks, and I realized the two Polynesians had left the room.

"This is a different kind of role-play, Carl. Back when you were a free boy in Manchester, I had you play as if you were my slaveboy. Now that you're my slaveboy I want you to play as if you are a free boy in Manchester." He got down beside me and was touching me up through my clothes.

The man started grabbing at my bum, squeezing the cheeks through my school trousers. He looked me in the face and said, "Let's say my men grabbed you on your way to school, lad. They chained you up like this and delivered you to me. The only thing you know is that I'm a gay and I'm feeling you up. What do you say to me, boy?"

I swallowed hard, then said, "P-please, Master, d-don't touch me like that?"

"No, no, lad! You're not getting the point at all. Don't speak to me like the slaveboy you are now. Speak to me like that cocky straight teenager who was hanging out in Manchester just a few days ago. Remember a week ago before you ever got felt up by a man, before you ever touched my cock? React to this as you would have reacted to it then."

I took a deep breath. Did he really mean it? I shouted out, "Get your fuckin' hands off me, you filthy old queer." He let out a soft moan and tugged down my school trousers just to my thighs. Then he was handling my bum through my boxers. He went from fondling my arse to slapping it. He put one big hand up the leg of my boxers and his fingers were digging into my crack.

I lifted my body trying to clench my bum together. "No fuckin? way, you homo creep! If you try to stick anything in my arse I'll fuckin' kill you, I swear."

"OK," he said in a soft, calm voice. "Then I'll just have to put my cock in your mouth, boy."

I clamped my lips shut and shook my head as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick cock. It was already glistening with pre-cum and sticking up very stiff. He reached down and caressed my face gently as he crooned, "I've been dreaming of stickin' this in your mouth ever since I first laid eyes on your pretty face, boy."

Although this was a role-play, I knew those words were true. With my teeth clenched and my face turned away I played my part and grumbled, "What's gonna keep me from bitin' your fuckin' cock off, you filthy poofter?"

"No, I don't think you will, Carl," he chuckled almost merrily. I felt his hand reach up the leg of my boxers and grasp my balls roughly. Then he gave a hard squeeze. I cried out in pain. "First off, you're a smart lad. And second, I know you'd like to keep your balls."

"P-p-please, you're hurting me." This time I wasn't play acting.

"I think you should call me Sir, Carl. Since I'm in control of you now, show some respect." He twisted my balls harder. I groaned and said, "P-please, Sir, d-don't... don't hurt me."

His thumb pressed hard into the back of my balls separating them and I was really scared that he would hurt me. I had trusted this man and at that moment I regretted my trust. "Will you promise to be a good boy, Carl, and do as you're told?"

I gasped and nodded my head. He insisted that he had to hear it and I whimpered, "I'll be a good boy, Sir. I'll d-d-do as I'm told, Sir."

His grip let up on my balls at the same time as his dripping wet cockhead rubbed on my lips. He and I both knew I had never done anything like this before. I felt the wetness and I parted my lips. My tongue came out and I tasted my Master's pre-cum. He lowered the broad head into my mouth and I felt it weighing on my tongue. He started out gently. He was just massaging my tongue with the first two inches of his huge cock. He worked his hips slowly back and forth, feeding me a little more cock each time he moved forward.

All this time he was crooning to me what a beautiful boy I was, how exciting it was for him to have a straight Manchester schoolboy chained up like this, and how much his dick was dripping from the sight of my handsome face with my mouth wrapped around his tool.

His hips were moving more vigorously and soon he was hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging. He pulled out and I spit up some mucus. Then when he put his cock back between my lips he was a little gentler.

He had his cock a little more than halfway in my mouth pointing straight down since my head was on the floor. He started pumping it with his hand. The man was jerking off into my mouth. His body was tensing up and he was grunting as he said, "I'm your Master now, boy. And Master is going to feed you. You're going to eat all of my spunk. Do you understand me, Carl?"

With that his cock erupted and I felt a load blast straight to the back of my throat. I had to swallow. My mouth was filling up and I would have choked otherwise. His thick bush was grinding into my nose. His heavy balls were on my chin. And his cock just kept pumping away as I swallowed more and more.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he slapped my face with it causing the residue of his spunk to splash on my cheeks and even into my eyes.

Master grinned down at me and then undid two locks. The chains came off my ankles and my wrists. I rubbed them to get the circulation going. He grabbed my face and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue thrusting deep on top of my tongue. I knew he was tasting his own sperm in my mouth. He sure seemed to be enjoying it.

He lifted me off the floor and stripped off my school uniform so that I stood in a pair of pale blue boxers. Then he took me into his bedroom, tossing me down on the huge comfortable bed. He climbed in next to me and took me in his arms. "You'll be sleeping here with me, Carl. Momo and Kai sleep down in the servants' quarters. There may be some nights I send you to sleep with them. But for now, I want to feel your firm young body next to mine."

"Yes, Master," was all I could say.

He kept on kissing me and feeling me up. His hand would often wander down to my bum, squeezing it through my boxers and then reaching into the back of my underpants to caress my smooth cheeks.

"You know what's coming next, don't you, lad?" He brought my hand to his stiff erection through his own boxers. "A man my age doesn't usually get hard again so soon. But you have this effect on your old Master, Carl."

I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled. "Th-thank you, sir," almost as a question.

He slept then and I fell asleep with his hairy arms around me, and my face in his hairy chest. I thought about how strange this all was. One week earlier I couldn't have imagined myself sleeping wrapped in the arms and body of a big hairy homosexual man older than my dad.

When Mr Masters woke up his hand immediately went down to my bum and he was squeezing each cheek. He pressed a button beside his bed and Kai appeared in the room, grinning as he looked at us. Our Master asked, "You cleaned this boy out thoroughly, didn't you, Kai?"

Kai nodded and assured him that he had done his job. The man just nodded toward my bum. Kai asked me to lift my legs so that my knees were on my chest and to hold them in place with my hands behind my knees. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Kai tugged my boxers down my legs, and put his face between my arse cheeks. I felt his tongue tickle my crack and then he pushed it into me. His hands were parting my cheeks and he was tonguefucking my hole.

I gasped from the strange sensation and Mr Masters leaned in beside me and whispered in my ear. "I don't want to strap you down for this, Carl. You know what your Master is going to do now. You're a tough lad, aren't you? It's going to hurt at first, always does the first time. But the rubbing up there is going to get to feeling nice and sensual. So you won't try to fight me. Right, boy?"

"R-right, Master."

He smacked my bum and said, "Besides, if you don't obey I'll have you over the horse for a paddling you won't soon forget."

There was no paddling. He began by playing with my bum. He found new ways to touch it, to tease it, and to tease my balls as well. I lost my arse virginity with my legs up on Mr Masters' hairy shoulders, looking right into his face. There was a lot of kissing involved. We were in a deep kiss when I first felt the head of his cock spread my hole open. When he saw I was in pain, he ordered me to lick and suck on his hairy nipples. He told me later that was to take my mind off the pain. I worshipped his chest as he rocked his hips from side to side, trying to spread me open for the assault. Finally he got the last bit inside me and I felt his bush grind against my smooth thighs. I felt his balls slap against my upturned bum.

He fucked me gently at first, but then he turned rough. By the time he was fucking me fast and hard I'd gotten used to it. The rubbing on the inside of my hole was so intense, I actually came without touching my cock. When Master looked down and saw that my dick was pulsing and shooting out strings of spunk onto both our bodies, he slammed in one last time and I felt his cock pulsating against my insides. I knew he was filling me up with cum. He stayed inside me for a long time after.

Then he kissed me once more, long and passionate, his tongue exploring every bit of my mouth. "Oh, you beautiful boy. I could spend the rest of my life with my cock up inside your perfect bottom." But then he pulled out very slowly. I saw the semen dripping out of me and making a puddle on the bed. I was glad to see it was all clear and not brown at all. Kai had done a good job washing me out, and an equally good job lubing my bum with his tongue.

Our sex life continued much the same way. A lot of the time Mr Masters would fuck me in the mouth or in the ass almost as if I was his wife, as if we were two people in love and he was romancing me. Other times he would want me to play act a scene with him. Maybe he was a prison guard or a kidnapper or a blackmailer. He had a wonderfully dirty imagination and it was always erotic. However it happened, the act of servicing my Master's cock made my own dick bone up. Getting fucked hard by him made my cock shoot. I still didn't think of myself as gay. But I got a lot of pleasure from Master's cock.

I had work to do each day. I was Master's body slave, so I had to wash him in the shower and take care of all his clothes. I never knew how to iron a shirt before this. But I learned, with the help of a few whacks on my bum for sloppy work. I sometimes was assigned to help Momo, who worked outside and was a general handyman. Other times Kai would teach me things in the kitchen. Master required me to do two hours of exercise per day, insisting that he was paying all this money for me because of my beautiful body and therefore I had to maintain it to his satisfaction. There were other servants around the island, all male, all young. But they lived in a building down at the bottom of the hill and never came into the house. The house was Master's domain and only Kai, Momo and I entered it.

Just a few months after I arrived on the island, Master signed me up for some online classes. It was my first time back on a computer and I was excited. But the computer only had access to my online classes, readings, and research websites. Master told me any grade I got below an A would mean a punishment. Dammit! I never got a grade in school anywhere near an A. That first semester I took a couple of nasty beatings with a switch on my back and shoulders. I started to think Master enjoyed punishing me.

After that first semester, I started to get some A's in my online classes. And Master decided I could take interactive classes, where all the students appear on the screen along with the instructor, each inside our own little box, each at our own computer screen. Master even gave me some shirts so I could appear "normal" to my classmates, although he insisted I stay naked from the waist down.

One time Master took the tawse to my back because I grumbled about the food. Master would eat big piles of pancakes with eggs and bacon. I would get a slave bar; well, it looked like an energy bar, but was made by Kai right in the house. It was supposedly full of all the nutrients and protein I needed. I also was permitted to eat an unlimited amount of fresh fruit. I'd never had fruit so sweet and delicious. But not getting that bacon, and drinking only water (when I watched Mr Masters drink the really expensive lagers), got to me and I made what Master considered to be a rude remark. All I did was take a bite from my slave bar and say, "Yummy" in a bored voice. But that led to a trip to the rack.

When I was on the rack, Master opened a cabinet on the wall. I saw all sorts of implements hanging there. He pulled out a long whip and my eyes went wide. "P-please, master, our contract doesn't allow...."

"Fuck, the contract, boy, you're a slave!?

I froze up at that moment. He was right after all. Where could I lodge a complaint if I was mistreated? I had no way to contact anyone, and no way of getting off this island. I had no choice but to remain Mr Masters' slaveboy. And yet deep down something inside me felt calm and pleased about this.

Master would sometimes go away for one or two weeks at a time, but more often he would take a trip for two or three days, always dealing with business. He told me he had homes in seven different cities, but that he considered this island his true home. He also told me that his fortune had saved this nation that was made up of a long string of islands. In return, he could set his own laws on his own island. That's why he had a homeland where indentured servitude was legal.

The time Master was away I would usually spend down in the servant's quarters with Momo and Kai. I learned that both of them came from neighboring islands. I also learned that our Master had used both of them for sex. "But not so much now that he has you, white boy," Momo grinned. The two revealed that they had sex together, but they followed the Master's rules.

"We must not jerk off or fool around in the morning or during the day. There's always a chance Mr Masters might want one of us for fun later on. It's only late at night after the Master is asleep that we can get relief."

I thought about it. At that point every night had been devoted to Mr Masters, so I hadn't even jerked off since I'd arrived on the island. Well, technically I had jerked off, but only when the Master told me to, or when he used his hand on my cock. I asked the two Polynesian servants if they were gay, and they both protested that they weren't.

"But you don't mind taking the Master's cock?" I asked.

They both shook their heads no. Momo was 25 and had four more years left on his five-year indenture contract. He told me he had a wife and two sons on his home island, and that when he got back, he would be the richest man there. "Plus, working here for the Master I learned so many useful skills. I know how to do drywall, how to put shingles on a roof, how to lay pavement, put in a driveway." I thought about that. These were skills that a bloke could earn a living with anywhere.

Kai told me he had grown up in an orphanage. As a kid, he had felt unwanted and that he didn't belong anywhere. The reason he always smiled around this house was that he felt he belonged here, even though he belonged here as a slaveboy. He told me he was half-way into a five-year contract, and said that with the money he would get from our Master, he would start his own business.

"Back on your own island?" I asked.

"In Australia," Kai said. "I'll get a fresh start. Master has already helped with the paperwork for my Australian citizenship."

On another day I asked Momo, "You have two sons, right? What if, when they came of age, the Master wanted to indenture one of them, use him in his bed the way he has used all of us?"

Momo looked at me as if I was speaking a strange language, like he didn't understand the question. Finally he answered, "I would consider my son to be very lucky for such an opportunity. He would live in this beautiful house, earn much money, and learn many useful things."

Frustrated I snapped back, "Your son would learn how to take Master's dick up his arse."

He sighed, "You are so young. There are so many worse things a young man could do to earn money and get opportunities like this."

On one of the Master's long trips a few months after my arrival, the two golden-skinned men invited me to join them for sex. I fucked Kai in the arse. That was a first for me. I found out even Momo liked getting fucked sometimes, and that there were times when our Master enjoyed his big muscular body. Momo wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. Somehow getting fucked by my Master seemed so right. But getting fucked by any other man felt simply gay. Momo didn't try to force anything on me. The three of us rolled around together, our hard cocks slapping into each other. It was fun and the sort of thing I'd never have done with my mates back home.

One time when storing some of Master's clothes, I noticed many packs of beer in the back of his closet. I waited until the next time he traveled for business, and took out one six pack. I told the others that I needed to stay in Mr Masters' rooms that night and drank all six brews myself. Up till then Master had only let me drink water and I ate nothing but slave biscuits and fresh fruit.

I enjoyed that night, but I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a terrible tummy ache. Later that day when Mr Masters was home he called my name in a very sharp tone. I ran to his study and stood at slave rest position in front of him. He held up an empty bottle and waved it in front of me, "Did you think you would hide this from me, boy?"

I truly was ashamed of having disobeyed him so flagrantly. He stood up, towered over me, and seemed even taller than he had before. "I don't like people thinking I'm a fool. Do you think I'm a fool, Carl?"

"No, Sir. Definitely not, Master."

"Then why did you think you could get away with this?" he yelled at my face. I was so shaken up I didn't even notice Momo and Kai in the corner of the room. He motioned for the two of them to take me outside and place me on the frame.

I marched out between them and saw this sturdy wooden frame with all sorts of attachments. I tried to ask them what was going to happen, but Momo just snapped, "Silence." He tugged down my briefs, then each of my arms was attached to one corner at the top of the frame. Each of my feet was then attached to another corner at the bottom of the frame, till my whole body made an X shape, exposed naked in the sun. It was hot out, but I was shivering from fear.

Master came out holding a tawse. It had a short handle and probably had about 9 leather strips coming out of it. I saw how small it was and started to relax. Yes, I figured it would hurt, but how much harm could be done by such a small thing? Then the Master raised it above his head and slashed at my shoulders. I screamed in pain. A second slash on my shoulders, and a third. He came around to my front and slashed the tawse across my belly. As I sucked in my gut trying to find a way to alleviate the throbbing pain, I felt the leather strands slash right across my nipples. I swear it felt like he had sliced each nipple in two.

Master was silent as he continued to slash at my naked body. But for some reason he never marked my arse. Wasn't that always the first place where a slave was whipped or tawsed? Master told me much later on that he loved my arse so much he didn't want to leave any marks on it. There were slashes all down the back of my body, across my shoulders and lower back, and even down the backs of my legs. But my bum was spared. There were also red stripes left on the front of my body. Master's final slash went across my cock and balls.

It was only then that I realized I was weeping, there were tears streaming down my face. But I wasn't weeping from the pain. The tears, strangely enough, were because I had disappointed my Master. I was still attached to the frame and didn't know where he was. I didn't know if he could hear me. But I started crying out, "Master, I'm so sorry. Master, please forgive me. Master, I'll never disappoint you again. Please, Master, I need you."

I was amazed as the words came out of my mouth. Did I really need Mr Masters? Did I now have a need in me to be his slave?

Kai and Momo helped me down from the frame. They were gentle as they led me inside to the slave quarters. "You'll be sleeping here for the time being," Momo said to me. And I felt my heart go even heavier. Master had kicked me out of his bed.

Kai rubbed my body with a soothing lotion, but it hardly helped. I mean, if you're beaten on your back you can lie on your front and vice versa, right? But when you're beaten on both sides of your body, there's no way you can get comfortable. Kai did his best, laying me out on very soft fabric and leaving my naked body uncovered.

Kai comforted me but he wouldn't speak to me. Other than bringing me my slave biscuits and fruit, nobody in the house talked to me. I asked Kai how Master was, and if he had forgiven me. Kai just said, "I'm not supposed to talk to you."

What would happen to me now? I remembered that when I negotiated the contract with Mr Masters, we had added a clause that said he couldn't sell me. Oh fuck! I never added a clause to say he couldn't give me away! After all, he was so rich he probably gave his friends gifts of big fancy cars, and maybe slaveboys as well.

But would he really get rid of me based on one incident of misbehavior. I stayed on the bed for two days, only getting up to bathe in Epsom salts. Then Momo directed me outside to help him lay tiles for a new pathway. I was kept naked. I just focused on the work, but once in a while I looked up to the window that I knew was Master's study. I never saw him.

After five days of this backbreaking labor, I was washed thoroughly and sent naked to the Master's room. I stood in display position and he walked around me, no expression on his face. My body was shivering. I felt as though tears were welling up in my eyes and I tried to stop them.

Then Master leaned back against his desk and looked me up and down with a strange, self-satisfied grin on his face. "I heard everything you called out after your punishment, Carl. I've been keeping tabs on you over these days, believe me."

I looked at him and didn't know how to react. Then without realizing what I was going to do, I fell to my knees in front of him and cried out, "Master!" I was weeping and begging his forgiveness, my arms wrapped around his legs. When he stroked my face I just kissed his hand. "Anything, Master, anything to serve you." As I said it, I knew I meant it.

I still remember that moment, and I always will.

Now it's getting close to the end of three years, the end of my contract with Master. There have been other times Master has punished me. Each time I've found that the pain of his disapproval was more intense than the pain inflicted on my body.

Just a few months ago we were in bed together, talking softly late at night. Master mentioned that incident, my first really big punishment. He told me that he knew I didn't think he was a fool, that subconsciously I was testing him, in a strange way I wanted a punishment from him. When he said this I blushed since I knew what he said was true.

The reason Master said it's important for me to make this recording now is because my contract is over in a few days. I've told Master I don't want to go free. I told him I'll sign a lifetime contract with him. He warned me that there would be no limits and no clauses in a lifetime indenture; that I would be his property to do with as he pleased.

My voice cracked and I hid my face in his warm hairy chest when I told him I loved him and needed him.

He told me that I had to make this recording because it would be evidence in my own voice that I was of sound mind and that I really was requesting lifetime indenture with him. Maybe these are my last words to the world beyond this island. Or maybe I've now disappeared from the world and nobody outside this island will ever hear from me or know my whereabouts again.

I'm calm and happy, leaving myself in the hands of my Master. - - - - -

PART THREE: TEN YEARS SINCE THE FIRST RECORDING

Funny isn't it? I was in my boxer shorts, in a cage when I made the first recording. I was a naked, collared slave when I made the second recording. And for this recording I'm wearing an Italian suit that costs as much as most mid-sized cars.

Other things have changed. First, Mr Masters was Sir. Then he became Master. And then six years ago he became Dad. That's right, the man I was serving came to me six years ago with some papers and told me to sign. I didn't read any of it. He was my Master, I trusted him and always did as he said. He laughed, "Don't you remember that Pete Brown story `Always Read the Contract'?"

I found out later that the paperwork I had signed meant he had adopted me. I became Carl G. Masters.

It was odd to be free of my indenture. Dad brought me clothes, only the best and most expensive (although I'd have preferred jeans and pullovers), and told me I would go on some business trips with him. I reminded him of the charge of murder against me, the incident where the slutty girl's brother had bashed in the other bloke's head and then framed me for it. That predicament was what had prompted me to sign the three-year indenture contract in the first place. And, of course, I didn't have a passport. He told me the real killer had confessed (I suspect Mr Masters had a hand in that), then handed me a passport for Carl G. Masters and said I'd be traveling with him on his private jet. I supposed if you have enough money you could buy anything.

The first few business meetings, he introduced me as his son and nobody questioned that. Every so often I would listen to what everyone was saying and later on share a suggestion with him. Dad told me I had some good ideas and some of my proposals had been adopted. But he could tell I was bored at these meetings. I wasn't the sort of bloke to sit in an office all day, or jabber on about this or that way to make more money. But I kept traveling with him on business trips. He'd still introduce me as his son, and I'd then go off to enjoy the day in whatever new city we visited.

Sometimes at the end of his business meeting, I'd come get him in a chauffeured limousine with tinted windows and dark tinted partition. Riding back to our hotel or home, I'd get down on my knees in my expensive suit, unzip him and suck his cock right in the car. A few times he'd been with some CEO, asked for a private meeting room and brought me in with him. He liked bending me over a desk, pulling down my suit pants and boxers, and ramming his cock into me hard and fast, while businesspeople were at work right on the other side of the wall.

We still spent as much time as we could back on the island. That was our home. I could now find our island home on a map, though it was very small in a very big ocean. A year of so back, we visited Momo's home on a nearby island. He had a thriving business as a builder, having made the most of the skills he learned and the money he earned in Mr Masters' service. He also now had four more sons. Momo brought his oldest son on a visit back to our private island. The lad had a boyish face but a real manly chest and body. He and his father signed a contract and now the boy is my personal body slave. I've sometimes had to spank him by hand, once used the paddle on him, but still haven't used a tawse on his fine strong butt. He's a sweet lad.

Dad now has two new slaveboys on the island. Nico is slim and boyish, while Nob is big and powerful. I suppose Mr Masters is a creature of habit.

Truthfully, after being adopted by Mr Masters I enjoyed our sex life in a whole new way. Now that he was officially my father, he would talk dirty to me about sucking daddy's cock or getting daddy's dick up my bum. Hell, my real father was a pathetic loser, scrawny and dirty and ugly. Mr Masters is a man I'm proud to serve. He likes me to call him Dad in the bedroom, but sometimes I'll revert to calling him Master.

One of our first trips after I was adopted was back to Manchester. Dad reminded me that I had earned 150,000K by serving out my indenture contract, but now that I was his son I certainly didn't need that paltry sum of money. We met up with my sister Debbie and my brothers Ian and Liam. I gave each of them 50,000 to do with as they pleased. As for Mr Masters, I introduced him as my employer and explained that he had decided to adopt me so he was now my father.

Ian, who is gay, took me aside and asked me what the real story was. As I've said I'm a terrible liar. I just smiled, a bit embarrassed, and said, "Debbie and Liam won't understand, so keep your mouth shut, mate." He winked at me and I blushed even deeper.

My father, Mr Masters, told me that he had hoped I would take over his business interests, but he saw that wasn't the sort of thing I could put my heart into. He made provisions for me to have a healthy income for the rest of my life, but he said he didn't want me to become some idle rich brat. (Back when I was Carl Gallagher at Chatsworth Estates there were fears I could turn into a lot of things, but no worries I'd become an idle, rich brat.)

I did find something worthwhile I could devote myself to. I've been supervising construction projects on many of the other islands in our archipelago. Some of the projects involve laying roads or building housing. But many simply involve raising the elevation of certain key areas or putting in barriers to the rising ocean levels. It's not as hugely profitable as some of dad's companies that just move money around from one pocket to another. But it brings in some profits, and best of all I know that what I'm doing is worthwhile.

On some of these projects I've hired Momo's construction crew, making him even wealthier (though Momo still seems intent on getting me to indenture one of his other sons). Sometimes dad and I will visit a site together to look over the progress. In truth, we're also looking over the finely muscled shirtless workers, golden pecs glistening in the sun.

Dad and I just watched the earlier two videos I recorded ten and seven years ago. I'll admit I was a cute lad when I first signed that indenture contract. But now my body has filled out, my chest is broader, my shoulders wider. My tummy is still flat and hard as ever, with defined abs, but even though I still have a narrow waist it has thickened as one would expect now that I'm in my late 20s. Dad likes to joke with me that I now have more of a rugby player's physique. He tells me, "If you were auctioned now perhaps you'd even be of interest to Mr Pete Brown himself." I know he's joking, but the thought of being auctioned off always gets my dick hard, and the fantasy of serving as slaveboy to the Master of Gay Slave Fiction himself has often made me shoot my load.

I try not to think too far into the future. Mr Masters is in his 60s now, though he's still fit and strong. My life has revolved around this man so intensely I can't imagine what it would be like without him. But then again who could've imagined that signing up for a blowjob ten years ago would have led to this life I lead now?

THE END

ABOUT CARL GALLAGHER ON SHAMELESS (the British version) Season 7:

At the beginning of Shameless, Carl (played by actor Elliot Tittensor) is a scrawny little kid in the background. But as of Season 7 the character was supposed to be 18 (and the actor was 21) and the writers kept finding excuses to display Carl's chest, his abs, and his butt. They wrote Carl as always horny, always finding girls to fuck with, proudly well hung, and an accomplished cocksman for one so young.

Along the way, Carl got into all sorts of jams that could easily have led to gay porno stories.

So I got the hots for Carl Gallagher. (Not the actor playing him, but the character himself.) Aside from a cute, boyish face, a beautiful V-shaped back, and a butt you just want to eat up, Carl seemed the quintessential boy in a gay slave story.

This character is part of a family on public assistance with seven children, a mother who's run away and a father who's never held a job and spends all the public assistance money on booze and pills. Carl has done petty robberies since he was small, and will take any drug offered to him. He will also follow any female if he thinks it may lead to sex. Also he seems to be the dense one in the family, never quite understanding what's going on. Can you see the story possibilities?

As related in this story: If we lived in a Pete Brown universe where families with too many children, who were on public assistance, had to turn over one son for indenture, Carl would definitely be indentured. If there were slavers looking for a dupe who would sign anything and jump at any opportunity, no matter how bogus, Carl would get indentured (well, he's by far the cutest lad in the neighborhood and he's dumb enough to sign anything). There's also the likelihood Carl would have been conned by some pretty girl or some drug dealer and found himself in a cellar surrounded by brutish homosexuals. Or it's likely Carl would get caught by the police for his petty thefts and drug dealing, would eventually go to prison, and would get bumfucked there. And of course, in a Pete Brown Universe, things like theft, drugs and screwing with the wrong girls could all lead to court-ordered enslavement.

Add to that how damn cute Carl Gallagher is, and the incredible shape of his trim, muscled body.

The last episode of Season 6 ends with a shot of Carl screwing a girl against a wall. His track pants and colored briefs are pulled down below his butt cheeks and his butt is moving in and out (as it does during a vigorous fuck). I could JO to that one shot indefinitely.

In the first episode of Season 7, Carl is walking around the house in only a pair of colored briefs. No shirt, no shoes, nothing but briefs. He's in the kitchen with family members, male and female, totally unselfconscious. Unfortunately, his head hair grows in longer in Season 7, I liked his hair in the earlier Marine-style buzzcut. But this is definitely another scene to freeze frame.

If you do the right image search you may find a shot of Carl's butt as he pushes down his briefs and displays himself to a sophisticated woman and a handsome hunky guy. The story behind that: Jamie Maguire (handsome hunk, and there are also butt shots of him in the series) starts earning money by going with older women. When he tells the sophisticated lady pimp that he needs to be faithful to his wife, she says, "But I'll need a replacement." Next shot is Carl peeling down his briefs and looking very smug as the two of them check out his equipment.

Hot damn! It's a very short scene, and the whole situation is never referred to again. But I would imagine with a young, dense bloke like Carl working for her, she would eventually offer him more money to go with a man. I used this scenario at the start of the story above.

In one episode (I think it's Season 8), there's a shot of the local brothel and Lillian, the ugly old lady who runs it. Carl is wearing a short white French Maid's apron and vacuuming the floor. He's shirtless and as he turns you see he has nothing on under the apron (another very quick butt shot). As he leaves through the door, Lillian swats his butt with a rolled up newspaper. No context, no explanation, but in my gay porn imagination I could imagine some of the old codgers who frequent the whorehouse walking in on this scene and asking about the availability of the lad with the perfect buttcheeks. This scene also kept me watching the series even as the writing got lamer.

Then there's the episode where Carl gets curious about ass fucking. He talks to his brother Ian (who is gay) and Ian's closet case roommate at the time, Micky. Clearly Micky is getting turned on by the conversation and wants to encourage Carl to experiment (They're on the same footy squad and Micky has watched Carl in the showers. There's another episode where Carl is washing a car shirtless, with his pants drooping low. He's trying to be sexy for some girls nearby. He doesn't realize Micky is on the other side of the fence watching him and jerking off).

Back to the curiosity about assfucking: Carl decides to get daring and puts one of those squeaky whistles in his anus (the sort you blow on New Year's Eve and a paper snake unrolls from it). So he walks around a bit with the whistle part inside him, then reaches around to pull it out. But he realizes he only pulled out the paper part and the plastic whistle part has gone further inside. Each time he has wind the whistle blows.

I was disappointed in the outcome. Carl goes to Lillian who's clearly getting a thrill from giving his beautiful arse an enema. It's obvious to me that Carl should have gone to Micky. I could just see how Micky would deal with the lad's problem. First, of course Micky would check if he could get it out by hand (knowing he couldn't). Carl would be bent over doggie style, pulling down just the back of his track pants and his underpants. Micky would spend a long time examining Carl and getting as many fingers into the lad as he could. I imagine Micky has one hand up Carl's hole, and is jerking off in his track pants with his other hand.

Of course Micky would tell Carl that he has to strip totally naked for the enema ("Well, you don't want crap dripping on your nice new trackies and trainers, do you?"). Carl would opt to keep his briefs on covering his dick and balls, but pull them down in the back to reveal his asshole. (Oh, these straights who hide their dicks from gays, but don't realize some of us are much more interested in the rear view!)

I'm sure Micky would have found an excuse to work at least two fingers around into Carl's butthole, greasing him up before the enema. In my version, when Micky puts the nozzle up Carl's hole, and Carl can't move or else he'll drip shitty water all over, that's when Micky would whip out his dick and just start jerking off all over Carl, shooting his wad on Carl's well-muscled back (and of course getting some photos) before Carl could release the water from his ass.

I should also point out that the scenario referenced in the story above, about Carl witnessing a boy getting his head bashed in and then becoming the prime suspect accused of the murder, is also based on an episode of Shameless.

BTW: I was also a huge fan of the first few seasons of the British version of Shameless (haven't watched the American version yet). I highly recommend the first two seasons for the clever writing. Also, the series was always generous with lovely male butt shots of oldest brother Phillip, Kevin, the original hunky bartender, and others. By season 6 the plots were running thin and oftentimes ridiculous. The mood of the show became much darker and was unlike the earlier seasons. I kept on watching it simply because of all those teasing shots of Carl Gallagher having sex, Carl's butt, Carl's chest, Carl's abs, and even Carl Gallagher's underpants.

THE FOLLOWING PETE BROWN STORIES ARE REFERENCED IN "LIKE A PETE BROWN UNIVERSE" YOU CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH A SLAVE ENSLAVED STEVE GROWS UP THE LABOURER SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT ALWAYS READ THE CONTRACT THE FUCK CLUB - - - - - - You can read Pete Brown's stories on Nifty (www.nifty.org). All Pete's stories can be located by clicking on ?Authors? then scrolling down the list on the left. Or by using Nifty's search function. Pete Brown's stories are also available at https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/petebrownseroticstories/

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