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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
8.2 Brad Cahill - Unconditional
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill -- Pleasure Slave)
Ten months on, as I look down into his sleeping gaunt face, I know he is dreaming of all the terrible things he did to me. His facial muscles twitch and tense constantly, and I know the memories of the past, of what he's done, are haunting and tormenting him over and over again.
And even though I have told him I have forgiven him, that I love him with all my heart, I can still tell he despises himself completely, because he can never forgive himself for the pain he has caused me.
So how do I explain it so anyone could comprehend why it is necessary for me to look after Noel, keep him safe and love him regardless of the terrible things that have happened in the past?
To me it's quite simple! But to others, well they just won't or couldn't understand.
No one will really understand. Not my brothers, not my parents, and to a certain extent, not even Evan.
And it's not that I don't want them to understand, it's just that I can't explain or articulate the reasons why.
How do I tell Evan and my family that I became addicted to the endless beatings, to the utter humiliation and shame Noel and his friends subjected me to?
How do I explain the insanity of how I looked forward to obediently stripping off my clothes before all the guys on the high school football team, slowly sliding my tight skimpy underwear down my legs and stepping out of them before being forced to masturbate in front of them?
It would be impossible for me to look all my loved ones in their eyes, and tell them how I trembled with unbridled lust every time I was pushed down onto my knees and made to perform oral sex on any of Noel's friends who happened to want a blow job.
What would they say if they knew every time I lay on my back or got on my hands and knees to be anally penetrated over and over again I would uncontrollably ejaculate multiple times without ever having to touch myself?
To everyone who knew my situation, I would hear them politely and sympathetically say it was the slave micro-chip that made me feel so eager and enthusiastic to pleasure Noel and all his friends, and that I shouldn't feel guilty or ashamed of what I had to do to survive.
But what no-one knew, except for Noel, was that on the afternoon I was led into his bedroom to admit I was a faggot, a queer to Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond, Noel had secretly deactivated the micro-chip implanted in my spine.
From that moment on I was fully aware of what I was doing, of how I'd submitted completely to Noel, of how I eagerly opened my smooth hairless muscled legs wide apart and let Noel and his friends mount me repeatedly.
And of course there's so much more to the story of my total subjugation to Noel, and why he did what he did to me, but more importantly, why I accepted it.
I will always remember back to the evening Noel was stabbed three times as he tried to save me, and how he then shoved that fire poker all the way up that cruel blackmailing old man's arsehole.
Again what no-one knows is that as he'd driven us over the state-line, where he eventually found us a place to lie low, Noel totally disregarded his own serious injuries, his punctured lungs, to tend to my needs first.
Once he'd washed me and bandaged me as best he could and then dosed me full of pain-killers, he'd collapsed unconscious on the bed in that small hovel of a motel room from complete exhaustion and loss of blood.
For the next three days he'd slipped in and out of consciousness, babbling incoherently at times in a frenzied fevered state.
That's when I understood why he had done what he'd done. That's when I found the sealed envelopes at the bottom of his travel backpack as I searched frantically for strips of cloth to bind his continuously bleeding wounds.
At first I ignored them as I washed the blood off his body and tried to staunch the bleeding, but I suddenly saw one of the envelopes had my name on it, and the other was addressed to Evan.
Even though I was curious, I still put the one addressed to me aside and nearly forgot about the letter as I tended to Noel. Eventually, as I lay next to him, holding him close to my chest, praying for him to pull through, it caught my eye again and I found myself carefully opening it so as not to damage the seal too much.
My dearest Brad,
I'm writing this letter having just left you in the care of my little brother Evan.
I know you are seriously hurt, and it is entirely my fault, and believe me when I say it breaks my heart to know you suffered so brutally at my and my friends' hands.
For a whole month I let them do things that I knew would cause you great pain, hoping this was what you truly wanted, and hoping you would love me afterwards.
Yes, I know I am solely responsible for your pain and your injuries.
Also, I know whatever I say now will not make up for the terrible vicious things I have done to you and your entire family.
But I thought it was important I write this for you, and for you to receive it when the time is right.
Of course, as you hold this letter in your hands, that time is now, and as such, this must be because:
I) I am dead, or;
- I've finally been caught by Evan and the authorities, and I've recently been enslaved for the rest of my life as a result of my terrible crimes against you and your family...
Either way, you'll probably be incredibly relieved that I am now out of your life forever, which is actually a heart-breaking thought for me because I truly do love you with all my heart.
How can I say this, you may ask? Well, it's because from the moment I first saw you, I fell head over heels in love with you.
The very sight of your youthful yet masculine muscular body, your blond hair and handsome face and twinkling blue eyes nearly drove me insane with desire. The way you were so kind to everyone, the way you looked at life, at the world in general, with courage and child-like eager curiosity that made me crazed with a lust and love I dared not admit in this strange new modern world we live in.
If I were to declare openly to anyone how I felt about you, I would have been enslaved immediately, regardless of my family's massive wealth and power. And so I played my part, being the spoilt rich brat who schemed to bring ruin to you and your family.
Also, I had watched you closely, and I now knew your secret too. You may deny it to the day you die, but I know the truth, and like me, I know you can never reveal yourself to anyone either. Only you know the truth, but if I have been right, if my intuition has been correct, then I hope one day you may be able to forgive me. If not, my time after this life will be spent in the fiery pits of hell.
So what to do in those early days when I first saw you? For me I decided the only thing I could do was to enslave you and make you mine. Then it didn't matter what society said about us, as they would quite happily accept the master slave relationship.
But I also saw something in you that went much deeper than just being different. I could see through your tough macho rugged exterior and sports jock image and see the submissive masochist locked deep away within you.
The very moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew. I can't explain it, but I saw you for what you really were and to me that wasn't terrible or ugly. It was beautiful and pure, and I wanted to be a part of your blossoming, as you fulfilled your potential.
And so I chose to go down a path that would allow me to unlock it. A terrible agonising brutal path that would harden and set my heart to stone even more than it had been before. All so I could prove I was right all along, and for you to prove your absolute love, devotion and loyalty to me.
Believe it or not, but I know now I have achieved the outcome I originally sought. A month of my closest friends torturing and raping you, and I know you love and care for me too. I know now I have released you of your demons, and that you have allowed me the wonderful and glorious opportunity of sharing this with you.
Can you imagine how I have felt to be able to love you in the only way I know how?
As the memory of me dim with the passage of time, I will not ask you to forgive me for all the terrible things I've done to your family either. I knew from the very beginning they would suffer, but I also knew if I enslaved them and then gave them to my little brother, Evan would eventually free you all.
Your parents have not been sold to a Bauxite mine, as I once taunted you, wrote in my journals and told others so cold-heartedly. They are currently enslaved to an elderly farming couple up north who are looking after and caring for them and will sell them back to Evan when he finally hacks into my computer at home and discovers all the evidence of my crimes.
I know Evan will do it. He is very intelligent, and you can believe me when I say I don't take him for granted at all. It is only a matter of time before my little brother comes of age and brings me to justice. I don't even know how I can begin to tell Evan how proud I am of him.
Yes, in all my writings I sound like a pompous ass, a cruel inhuman tyrant, and yes, I did it all just so I could be with you.
My hope is I am actually dead now if you are reading this. But if I am enslaved and you read this, know that I really did love you with all my heart in the only way I knew how.
I'm sorry Brad, so truly sorry for the pain and agony I've put you through, so as a small recompense to you and my family, I have decreed my money and entire inheritance upon my death or enslavement to be given to you.
I know it can't make up for the evil I have inflicted, but when Evan frees you, you will be worth over $8.6 billion, and hopefully that will be enough for you and your family to start all over again.
And what about me, you may ask?
Well I will have just spent a whole lifetime in the shortest period of time loving the most extraordinary guy I have ever known.
Always remember that you will be forever my only love as long as I live, assuming I am not dead already.
All my love!
Noel ___________________________________
As I'd carefully resealed the letter back in its envelope, I remember the strange feeling that resonated through my body as I looked down on him.
I already knew what he had written was all true. And indeed, he had freed that part of me that loved to be dominated and abused so severely.
I remember how in my own injured state as I tried to look after him, I then listened to Noel admit in his fevered stupor how he'd always yearned after me from the first day he'd seen me at school.
What he'd written in the letter he now freely admitted to me, that all his bravado to appear the vicious depraved enslaver of innocent persons had been a mask, a terrible cruel façade he knew would release the terrible secret buried deep down within me.
I could have escaped then, used his mobile to ring the authorities or Evan. But I chose not to. I chose instead to love him more and further enslave myself to him. I chose to look after him until he got better.
And he did get better, before we were once more confronted by the terrible realities of him being shot twice as he tried to save my life again.
Yes, I knew he cared and loved me in a way no-one could ever fully understand.
Now he lies on his back in our new luxurious home we share with Evan, and I knew he was deathly ill. I know Noel will not survive this one, as the doctors had already said his body is slowly deteriorating, that his lungs are too damaged, his kidneys have failed, and his liver was now not functioning at all.
So all I can do is make what time he has left with me as enjoyable and memorable as I can, and believe me, I will do anything to make him happy.
Tears are streaming down my face as I again undress and slide in next to him. My movements wake him and he looks up at me with a smile of pure joy.
"Brad, what time is it? Where's Evan?" he asks contently, curiously, yawning as he stares into my eyes. Suddenly he is concerned for me as he sees I am crying.
"What's wrong? Damned my useless body!" he says angrily, unable to sit up or even move as he tries to comfort me.
"It's alright Noel! They're tears of joy and I'm just happy you're here with me." I say, trying to calm him. Again his eyes soften, and he moans softly as I wrap my body around his and start licking his smooth hairless chest and stomach.
"Oh baby, I just wish I could hold you tightly. It would be so nice to hug you back. Maybe soon when I'm all better, hey?" he says, a wide smile stretched across his trusting face.
All I can do is smile lovingly back at him as I squat over his hips, lower my anus down onto his rigid manhood and sit down gently so his erect penis slides up all the way into my bowels as I lean forward and start kissing him on his lips.
- Evan Morgan -- A New Beginning
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
Noel died on the 16th July, 18 months after we'd brought him home. He went peacefully, and the doctors tell us he felt no pain whatsoever.
Brad was inconsolable. He had been there with my brother as he'd breathed his last breath.
I received the call telling me to come straight home. With a lump in my throat, my heart breaking and tears cascading down my face, I literally ran all the way back to our apartments.
As I entered the bedroom, I watched as Brad wept and howled, hugging Noel's limp body tightly to his chest. And when he finally realised I was there, he gently placed Noel down and rushed over to me, sobbing uncontrollably as he hugged me close to him. Then he led me over to where Noel lay.
At first I didn't want to look, but as I wiped the tears from my eyes, I looked down on his face, and I was utterly surprised at how at peace Noel looked. He looked so incredibly young and handsome.
"I got Monet to contact my brothers and parents and they're on their way. I hope you don't mind, but I got him to also ring your parents as well. They should be here any moment" Brad wept. All I could do was hug Brad back again as tightly as I could, letting him know I was here for him too, as I knew he was here for me.
But deep down in my heart, I felt as if a huge part of me had been rent from my soul and cast adrift. I found myself forlornly looking down at Noel and asking him over and over again to forgive me.
If only I had tried harder at finding them, just maybe I could have prevented Noel's eventual death. If I had been more honourable and made sure he was being cared for at that federal prison during his trial, maybe he would still be with us healthy and alive.
I watched as Brad went and sat next to Noel's body, and I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks once again as he tenderly gathered Noel up in his arms and held him against his chest.
It was Monet who took control of the situation as he always did when things needed to be done. He came up to me and put his arms around me and walked me out of the room, whispering to me that we needed to talk now.
"Your parents have arrived. I think you should go out and greet them while I look after Master Brad and Master Noel. Then you can take them in to see your brother." Monet said kindly, moving me towards the lounge room where my parents waited.
We hugged and wept, and as I watched them both steady themselves, preparing to go into the bedroom where Noel was, Monet came out to let me know all was ready.
Finally they went in, wanting to see Noel by themselves, and as I waited for them, Monet once again came up to me.
"Master Evan, I am so sorry for your loss. But it is time for you to consider what you want to do now. Firstly, before I go on, I need to give this to you. Master Noel made me keep it, making me promise I was only to give this to you if anything were ever to happen to him." Monet said as he handed over a letter addressed to me.
I looked at it in a daze. With trembling hands I opened it and read it.
Hi Evan,
If you're reading this, then it means I bit the big one... And if that's the case, I hope all is still well with you, and Brad and his family are safe and sound in your care.
Of course, if Brad is with you now, which should be the case, please look after and love him as much as you can. If my guess is right he'll need you more than ever now, because it means I have failed him and I am no longer there to look after him.
Evan, I want you to know I love you and I'm so very proud of you. I've always been very proud of you, even though I never showed you or told you that before.
One last thing before I sign off. I hope that you can one day forgive me for what I am about to do. I have just this moment put into motion something so terrible that you may never be able to forgive me, but it is something I need to do. Not just for me, but for Brad too.
I'm sorry to be so vague about details but it is important you do understand that I actually do care and love Brad deeply. All I can say to justify my actions is if I can have him for just a short period time, then it will all have been worthwhile.
Take care little bro...
Noel ___________________________________
I read it, reread it, and then looked up at Monet.
"When did he give this to you?" I asked.
"It was well over a year and a half ago Master Evan. A month before he brought Sean and Justin home as your new pleasure slaves." Monet said gently.
I was staggered. Suddenly it all made sense. It was never about the destruction of Brad and his family, or trying to steal my own family's wealth and fortune. It had always been about Brad and Noel, and to a lesser extent, me.
"Didn't you know Master Evan? I'm sorry to say, but it was quite obvious to the rest of the house slaves what Master Noel was doing. He truly did love Master Brad in a way that could only have resulted in Master Brad being enslaved. That way they could be together." Monet said softly, his eyes sad as he realised I'd not known.
So now I understood. Noel had manipulated everyone into thinking he was a cruel sadistic animal, someone who had schemed and plotted to destroy Brad and his entire family, all because of a supposed personal high school feud.
He had let all his straight friends beat and rape Brad, maintaining his heterosexual status and once he'd broken Brad, made him love Noel back, then he'd made sure Brad was then handed over to me. Noel knew I would look after Brad and I would set him free, but I can see how my brother hadn't realised how much in love with Brad he was.
I was amazed at the complexity of it, but I was overwhelmed by sadness that Noel knew it would ultimately destroy him when he chose to go down this route.
But what made me weep with a broken heart was Noel had been gay all along, and that he'd seen his terrible actions as being the only way he could be with Brad.
In a sense, I knew this was true as well. Our society wouldn't have allowed him to openly confess his love for Brad, and he would have been enslaved straight away.
The funeral took place a week later. A small affair, where those close to Noel came and paid their final respects. August was there and so were Sean and Justin. My mother and father were there of course, along with Monet and myself, with Brad giving the eulogy.
A surprise was the number of high school friends who knew Noel and had played on the high school football team with him over the years. When they walked passed the open coffin in the little chapel, they kept their eyes low as they also passed by Brad.
I could see they were ashamed of what they'd done to Brad, as well as deeply saddened by Noel's death.
Anyhow, over the next few weeks, Brad and I comforted each other, trying to come to terms with the loss of Noel from our lives.
For Brad, it was as if a true soul-mate had passed away, leaving him bereft of a major part of his life. For me, it was coming to terms with the fact that I loved my brother with all my heart and the guilt I felt for not having loved him more.
As for Brad's brothers and parents, I think they came to understand there was much more to what had happened between Brad and Noel, and they quickly learnt to forgive my brother.
Also, my parents came to terms with the sad reality that they had just lost their eldest boy, and for many months, my mother was nearly inconsolable.
But with Noel's passing, life seemed to strangely readjust itself around us, enabling us all to move forward. Monet stayed with us and looked after us, while August moved in permanently with us as well.
Both Sean and Justin decided they too wanted to live with us and so we all reached a decision we needed to get a bigger place.
We settled for a massive 4 storey 25 room house that overlooked the main river that ran through the centre of Morrisett City.
Now Brad attends college and will graduate with full honours. I am still studying, along with Sean and Justin, and we're all enjoying the peace and tranquility as we spend our time with Brad.
One thing remained to be decided, and that was something only Brad could do himself.
Down at my parent's estate remained the question of what to do with the 14 young teenage guys who had voluntarily signed up for lifetime indentured servitude. Fourteen young male slaves Brad now owned and needed to decide what to do with.
He asked me to go with him, and of course I agreed. He hadn't told me what he was going to do, but it didn't really matter as I would have supported him regardless.
Of course father and mother were waiting outside for us when we arrived, and to our surprise, so were every one of Brad's slaves. Not that you could tell they were slaves. They all wore nice clothing and stood nervously around as we stepped out of the family limousine that had picked us up from the airport.
More to our surprise was how they sheepishly moved forward to surround Brad, and to my surprise, they each stepped forward with tears in their eyes, knelt down before him and asked Brad to forgive them.
Daniel Maddox was the last to come up to Brad, and falling to his knees, he wept uncontrollably as he begged for Brad to forgive him.
Brad was the most surprised, but he immediately moved forward and hugged them each, telling them they were now all free. With Daniel, he lifted him up and hugged him for ages and then kissed him on the forehead.
If there were ever a time I felt a deep love for Brad, it was then. He didn't judge them or hate them, he didn't choose to do anything other than let them know he had forgiven them and they could now all go home as free citizens to live with their families.
When we returned home, Daniel came with us. It wasn't a decision Brad and I took lightly, but we knew we had to. Daniel looked and sounded very fragile, and we were so concerned he would do something to harm himself because of his intense feelings of guilt that we knew we needed to keep a close eye on him.
Of course Daniel jumped at the offer, and Brad knew that given time, Daniel would be okay and would one day be able to get on with his own life.
It's a funny thing to look back on everything that had happened and to realise that nothing really was as it appeared.
Brad recently had a huge portrait of Noel painted, and he now spends many hours in front of the mantelpiece where it hangs, quietly contemplating about life and speaking to Noel's image whenever he feels the need or gets down in the dumps.
And myself, I now love my older brother unconditionally, regardless of what he may have done in the past, and I still to this day hope he has forgiven me for having turned my back on him in his darkest hours.
The End
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