Sweet Robbie Becomes Family Slave

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Sweet Robbie Becomes Family Slave

Part 6 of 6

It must have been Rachael's forethought to have the valet park the car at the farthest end of the hotel's massive parking lot. Many people were all over the lot, arriving and leaving. A valet asked for the car ticket, but Rachael waved him off, "Oh, we need the walk and the fresh air. We'll walk." And so, Rachel led her family meandering through the parking lot to show off her naked, barefoot, boned-up slave-son, wearing his safety-pin slave jewelry.

"But, Miss?" Robbie interjected, "Our car is the other way. Over there, my Misstress." She ignored him.

Finally, they arrived at their SUV, and into the car they went, Rachel and Matt in the front seat and Jamar and Robbie in the back. Robbie wished the safety pin would be removed, but decisions were no longer his concern. Matt started the engine, and off they went. Jamar looked at Robbie and calmly said, "I don't think you should be sitting on the seat, do you?"

"Sorry, Sir," Robbie told his former brother as he crouched on the backseat floor.

"Sorry, doesn't cut it. You are officially a slave to me and MY family. You know what is expected of you. I used to be your Black brother who you bossed around. Now I'm your Black Master in control of every part of you and your pitiful life. Look at me."

Robbie, remembering who, or better put - what he was -- crotched on the car floor. "You know, after all you went through tonight, I thought you'd know how to treat your betters."

Robbie lifted his head and looked at the Black man dressed in his beautiful royal blue tuxedo with a white shirt and a black bow tie. His hair was trimmed up in a fashionable tight Afro. He was dressed to kill. Robbie never saw his brother as handsome, but for whatever reason, he now saw Jamar as gorgeous, graceful, impressive, sophisticated, and stylish. He never saw his brother as anything more than he. But, Jamar was smart, powerful, commanding, intelligent, resourceful, confident, and of executive quality.

"I must admit," Jamar said, "when all those members were putting you through your initiation, I was envious. I wanted to be there, working you over real good. I'd love to have fuck you right in front of all those socialites. Plow you good. A black man, fucking his white bitch slave. And you know what? You would have loved it. Wouldn't you."

Robbie sobbed, "Yes, Master," he was so embarrassed to admit that he'd love it more than anything in the world.

"Tell me, my dear sweet slave boy? Spill your guts."

"Yes, Sir, I would love you to fuck your white bitch slave in front of everyone. Pound me good. Make me beg for more. The audience would applaud you louder than ever. You would be seen as the handsome Master you are. I think back on how awful I treated you when we were kids, calling you my nigger slave and teasing me and making fun of me being Black." Robbie cried and continued. "I am so fucking sorry."

"I've never fucked you... yet. That's because you don't deserve to be fucked by my huge fuck stick. Boy, you'd have to go a long way down the path of complete degenerate before you get the Godly honor of me pounding your white bitch ass. Well, you have many years for you to make it up to me. Right?"

"Yes, Sir, my handsome Black Master."

"BITCH! That was a hint!" Matt and Rachael were listening to "their boys" and approving of all Jamar said. They were so proud of Jamar because he was becoming a fine Master.

Suddenly, Jamar felt one of his shoes being unlaced and then being removed. Jamar, ignoring the insignificant white bitch on the floor, was leaning forward, focused on chit-chatting with his parents. Jamar was calmly discussing the college course he'd be taking next semester. Robbie stayed huddled in the cramped floor space and removed Jamar's sock. FUCK! He saw that beautiful, athletic foot, smooth black skin, and gorgeous big black toes. Robbie began to kiss and lick that all-powerful Master's foot. He held it preciously in both hands and made love to it. Then Jamar felt his other shoe and sock being removed. Jamar's huge, uncut dick pushed against his royal blue velvet tuxedo pants. He never wore underwear, so there was quite a bulge, which others stared at, but he ignored.

And again, that wet, sexy slave tongue roamed all around that foot, too. Robbie was moaning with unbelievable pleasure. His dick was once again twitching. The boy had learned a lot in his short tenure of slavehood, including not to touch his dick. In fact, a switch had clicked in Robbie's slave brain, probably during the initiation, that he now derives no pleasure in playing with his dick. His only source of pleasure is serving his superiors, such as worshipping his Black Master's feet.

Rachael, who had overheard her son's interaction with his new "upgraded" naked slave, casually spoke up, "Jamar, dear, can't you find a more interesting use for your new toy?" She giggled, "Worshipping feet is wonderful, dear, but it's just for beginners. You don't need our permission to explore your power and pleasures, sweetheart."

Jamar smiled wickedly, realizing he now had carte blanche to do with Robbie anything he wanted, anytime, anywhere. That means even in the back seat of the family car, even with his parents right there!

"Stop," Jamar told Robbie, who looked up in surprise, wondering what he was doing wrong. Jamar was seated in the center of the SUV's large back seat. "Stop licking and put your head down on the floorboard. Then, using your hands to balance yourself, lift your legs up so your feet are on the ceiling of the car and you're facing me, so your back is to the front of the car." Robbie was not sure what Jamar wanted, but he was trying. He was doing a handstand with his hands and the top of his head on the floor, and his long, powerful legs needed to be bent at the knees to fit upside-down like that.

"OK, so far, so good." Jamar then opened the back windows fully. "Now, since your legs are so long, spread your legs like a Vee and stick each foot out at the side windows." Again, this was all new to Robbie. He wasn't resisting, but he was having trouble following directions.

"Now, I'm being patient with you, boy. You must learn this new body position because anytime we are in the car, I may require you to be in it. Now, keep your head on the floor, your shoulders against the back of the front seat, and bend your ass down toward me so your lower back is like a tabletop." He tried. "That's almost it, but don't you bend your knees. Make your legs straight like steel poles, lock your knees, and push your feet out the windows further."

This was quite a site! Robbie was totally naked, upside-down, with his legs thrust out of the car's back windows to just above his ankles. His sexy feet were tickled by the wind. Then Jamar pushed the power window button to close the windows, not tightly. Still, it caused Robbie's feet to be slowly lifted almost to the top of the window openings and restrained. He could not retract them into the car. The openings were now too small for his big feet to be pulled inside. It certainly was uncomfortable.

"Now, you can feel how that hurts, with your feet resting on the hard edge of the window glass, right." Again, Robbie mumbled in pain. "But you can avoid the pain completely by lifting your legs to the top of the window opening. I left you a half-inch extra space. I know this will take a lot of constant muscle strength, but if you can keep your legs pressed to the top of the window opening, they will be off the painful edge of the glass."

He did that immediately, "Oh, fuck! Thank you, Sir, thank you so much!"

In this configuration, Robbie's ass was nicely presented to Jamar, but Jamar was not ready yet. He pushed a button, and the sunroof motor hummed and slid wide open. Then Jamar stood up. From his mid-torso up, his tuxedoed body stood proudly above the SUV. Matt realized what his son was doing, so he slowed the car and drove only 20 miles per hour so Jamar would be comfortable in the wind.

Standing enabled Jamar to lower his pants. As he did, his colossal black boner sprang up like a telephone pole. Then his rigid dick was level with Robbie's asshole. The only thing is, his dick was pointing straight up. So Jamar had to push the tip down so it was aimed at Robbie's hole. "OK, you ready, boy?"

"Yes, Sir"

Matt and Rachael had to turn and see Robbie's new position. They could not resist. They loved it. They loved everything about Jamar's sadistic scene.

Robbie got his heels to press against the top of the window frames. His naked body looked like an upside-down capital "Y." He was trembling and shivering, tensing all his muscles more than ever, but at least that would be over soon.

"Such a good boy." Jamar wanted to put him at ease. "Yes. Now hold your asshole wide open for me. Try to stay till like a statue."

"Yes, Sir. Please hurry, Sir. I need to cum now. I can't hold back much longer."

"Of course, boy, of course." Then Jamar placed the tip of his dick against Robbie's asshole and left it there. Jamar's dick bobbed and witched against it, sending shivers throughout Robbie's body, which caused him to tremble all over. He had to use more leg strength to keep his body taught.

"Oh fuck, Sir. Please just stick it in. Fuck the shit out of me, please," Robbie said impatiently.

"Of course, but I'm enjoying myself." Then, Jamar slowly pushed his massive dick in only a half-inch.

"Please, Sir, no need to be gentle. I can take it. Please."

"Well, you don't seem like you want it." Jamar removed his dick. "I want you to open your asshole like a hungry mouth. Can you relax your asshole muscles for me?" Robbie was trying to relax his hole open. He was wiggling his hip and doing his best.

Jamar lightly touched Robbie's balls, which started Robbie jerking and flailing around. Causing him to bump his ankles continuously and painfully on the hard edges of the windows.

"Oh, Stop, Please! My legs hurt. Please stop touching me."

"I told you, if you control yourself and keep your legs pressed to the top of the window open, you won't hurt your ankles. I'm only touching you gently. You're the one causing yourself pain."

"Oh, sorry, Sir. Thank you for training me, Sir." And Robbie redoubled his efforts to keep his legs straight and up off the hard edge of the glass.

"Don't you remember when you were tired with a thread in the wood posts? How you had to hold yourself still, all at your own will? So, shithead, you have already been trained to keep still, no matter what."

Neither Jamar nor Robbie was aware that Matt was not driving them home. Home was only a 20-minute ride, and they had been driving for more than that. No, Rachael and Matt wanted to prolong the drive so Jamar could continue Robbie's special training. They never turned around to watch; it was just between them, but they were taking peeks in the rearview mirror. They loved what Jamar was doing. And so they drove around Hardington in their SUV, with Robbie's lovely naked feet out the back windows.

"OK, now, I'm warning you. I'm going to finger your asshole as a test." But he waited. Jamar could tell Robbie tensed all his incredible, athletic muscles to avoid moving. Robbie was getting fatigued, but he had to continue. He wanted that finger, that dick, anything up, his fucking slave asshole.

Then Jamar turns up the erotic torture. He gently eased one finger into Robbie's asshole, slowly. And with his other hand, he gently placed it around Robbie's big stiff dick, which was pointing downward. "Remember, don't move," Jamar said almost caringly.

"Yes, Sa... Sa... Sa... Sir," Naked Robbie could barely utter with his teeth chattering.

"OK, now I'm going to pump your dick quickly and hard so you can shoot. Is that what you'd like me to do?"

"OH FUCK YES! Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." Robbie's mind was set to blast off, as promised. He needed to climax, get out of this agonizing position, and sit down like an average person! He was so ready to shoot and get this over with.

"Or, would you prefer me to touch you lightly and softly so I can enjoy your incredible agony? Your humiliation, submissiveness, and complete capitulation?"

Robbie just burst out crying. He was upside-down, belly down, his legs were held super-stiff out the windows, presenting his naked body and asshole to Master Jamar, and he was sobbing, so much so he could not speak. "Oh, God! Please, Master, please don't let me climax. I'd be so sad if I spoiled your fun. I only want to give you pleasure and be your entertainment." His body trembled as he cried, but at least he held his feet tightly to the top of the window opening.

Matt and Rachael were so happy. They, too, were seeping tears of joy. They knew this training was not only for Jamar to experience being in Masterful control but for Robbie to completely accept his need for extreme humiliation, abuse, and erotic torture.

Jamar, with excruciating gentleness, moved his inserted finger very slowly inside Robbie's asshole, fully in and fully out, repeatedly. At the same time, lightly rubbing Robbie's bobbing, now hair-trigger dick, slowly up and down. As his long finger descended into Robbie's hole, the other hand went from base to tip of his dick. As Jamar slowly eased his finger out of that hole, he moved his hand lightly from dick tip to dick base. His hands moved slowly up and down in unison as if connected. He did this continuously, nonstop.

This type of abuse was so delicious because Robbie had to hold himself still with his legs spread wide, straight, stiff, and locked. He was forcing himself to be still so he could be properly tortured.

Robbie still needed more prompting. As Jamar continued his slow, erotic torture, he asked, "Are you sure you want me to torture you? May I continue to cause you to painfully strain every muscle in your body and enjoy myself? Or would you prefer that I yank your dick quickly and give you a quick climax, ending my enjoyment? What do YOU want me to do?" Of course, Robbie knew this was not really a question, and he had no say in the matter. If he chose the quick yank, he would not get it anyway and would earn additional and worse torture.

Naked, upside-down, Robbie held back his tears and said sadly, "Please, Sir, please enjoy yourself. That is... is... is... the most.... most... im...important thing for ma... ma... me."

"You know? I heard you, but I am not convinced you mean it. Maybe you really do want to stop my pleasure. Are you that selfish, you shit-eating pussy cunt whore? Maybe Master Matt, Mistress Rachael, and I should let you out here in the middle of nowhere, and you can try to find some other dominators to use and abuse you. Is that what you want? Some smelly, filthy transients to own you and take you down the sewer to service them and all their friends? Hardington has lots of rift-raft scum. If you're lucky, some transients will feed you garbage." Then, to Matt, Jamar yelled, "That's it, Matt, stop the car. We need to discard and abandon this naked useless piece of trash and...."

"NOOOO! FUCK NOOOO! For God's sake, PLEASE!!! Please fucking use me for all your most horrendous torture. Oh God, don't abandon ME. PLEASE, Mistress Rachael. Please, no," Robbie begged in a state of hysteria.

"My dearest sweet Robbie, it's no longer up to us. You belong to your kind, wonderful brother now. Matt and I will not interfere with his decisions."

"OH fuck, Master Jamar, please use me, abuse me, torture me, beat the crap out of me, fucking PLEASE!" Lucky for Jamar, Robbie believed he'd be abandoned. Now, he had another powerful tool to control him. Plus, Rachel just reinforced Jamar's authority to kick him out and leave him. Robbie was now terrified to displease his new black Master. The simple threat of abandonment would set Robbue off crying. "I fucking promise to be good, to obey, to please you, and always seek your pleasure no matter what kind of a despicable, degenerate, disgraceful public faggot-magot you train me to be. JUST PLEASE DON'T DISOWN ME! Please don't abandon me, not here, anywhere, ever. PLEASE!" And Robbie cried and cried and cried.

"Well, so... you want me to torture you, then?" Jamar said in a calm, coy, "innocent" voice.

"For God's sake! YES! Please. Oh yes, please. Enjoy yourself."

"Well," Jamar had a change of mind. "I'm tired of fingering you. Is it OK if I fuck the shit out of you so we can both blast off?"

"YES, PLEASE! YES, FUCK ME, PLEASE! I need to cum. I need to sit up. " Robbie begged, knowing he'd finally be able to climax and get right side up again like a real human being.

Jamar felt it was time to give Robbie his first fuck as his new Master. So he stuck his dick inside his slave's asshole, slowly, inserted it balls deep. But he did not begin pumping his slave's asshole.

Jamar asked Matt, "Would you mind driving over to and down the Ridge Lane turnoff?"

Matt and Jamar were in sync. Matt knew there was no reason to drive down Ridge Lane. There was nothing there. In fact, it wasn't a paved "road." It was a dirt path used by hikers and covered in small rocks. But Matt knew the reason. In anticipation, he lowered the back windows to ease the pressure on Robbie's legs. His ankles now rested more comfortably on the smooth bottom of the window opening.

Matt turned onto Ridge Lane, and the SUV immediately began to shimmy, shake, waddle, and bounce over the rocky path, even going only five miles an hour.

Perfect. So, Robbie's head was on the floor. He was belly down, ass up, with his legs still spread wide and thrust out the windows. Jamar's dick was fully inserted up the boy's asshole as Jamar stood proudly, the top half of his body, through the sunroof above the car.

As Matt drove slowly, bouncing around, Jamar did not move his dick in and out of his slave's asshole. Jamar stood still. BUT THE FUCKING CAR SHOOK BOTH JAMAR AND ROBBIE ALL OVER THE PLACE! The SUV was heavily jolting both boys all around. Each lad had to use tensed-up muscles to stay in place. You could say it was a fucking SUV! The shaking car caused Jamar's big stiff dick to fuck Robbie's ass, jamming it in and out, twisting their bodies all around.

As Jamar's dick jerked inside Robbie like a jackhammer, Jamar would occasionally sharply slap his slave's ass cheeks, yelling, "Stay still! Relax your pussie ass muscles! Stay opened up."

"OOOH FA... FA... FA... FA... FUCK! SA... SA... SA... SIR!"

But how could Robbie tense his entire body to stay in place yet relax his asshole? It's impossible, and everyone knows it. That's why it's such a perfect torture! "Shit head, you're squeezing my dick with your ass to hold your position. That's not allowed. Relax your hole!" Then a very hard, "SLAP! SLAP!" He added, "Let our vehicle do all the work of vibrating your body into getting your fucking!"

Matt and Rachel loved this, laughing out loud, laughing so hard they cried joyfully. It would seem that Jamar and his parents pre-planned all or some of Robbie's slave training challenges. But most of it was spontaneous. Matt was intentionally steering the SUV over the larger rocks, making the car bounce, wabble, and twist in all directions as he drove.

At one point, Robbie brought his legs inside and used his legs to encircle his Master's waist. Jamar overlooked that move because it felt good to him. At least Robbie could better hold himself head down, ass up. Robbie was somewhat stable as he tried to keep his asshole open, allowing the SUV to freely bob and jerk his Master's dick inside him, stimulating him like crazy.

Matt adjusted his rearview mirror to watch Jamar in action. Rachel simply swiveled in her seat to turn around and take it all in. Both could not have been more pleased. They didn't have just one son, Jamar, who was fulfilled. They had their slave boy, "dear sweat Robbie," who was all consumed by his new status as Jamar's total procession. Robbie understood little of this. He was not analyzing his new life with his head but blindly following where his heart and soul were leading him, enticing him to go.

One might ask a dumb question such as, "What about Robbie's schooling? He's in college?" WHAT THE FUCK DOES A FAMILY SLAVF NEED WITH AN INTELLECTUAL EDUCATION? The only learning experience Robbie needs, he is getting right here, right now. And this goes for the rest of his life! There is no going back for Robbie. He is just beginning his "basic training."

"PLEASED MAY I COME NOW? SIR? Oh fuck, I can't stop it."

You see? He has not learned yet. But soon, he will come to know the answer is NOOOO! It's always NO, unless his master allows it.

"Shit, I'm gonna train you to control yourself," Jamar pledged. "But for now, you may. Since you are upside down, your dick is nicely pointed down to your face. I want you to maneuver your head a bit to place it directly under your dick." It took effort, but Robbie did. "Now open your mouth to catch your load of slave snot. Got that?"

Robbie did not hesitate. He twisted his head and leaned on his bent neck and shoulders with his upward-facing mouth open. His legs remained tightly around Jamar's waist.

"Please fuck me hard so I can shoot, Sir?"

"No, let our shaking, bouncing car do the work. Just keep your asshole relaxed and open."

Matt steered into some large ruts and over larger rocks, more ruts, and potholes, jerking the boys as the car pitched right, left, and up and down.

"OOOOHHH FUCK!. FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK! Robbie screamed.

"CATCH IT ALL, FAGGOT PUSSY!"

There was no fucking, no beating off, no pumping, no controlled in-and-out thrusting - and no hands! The SUV made them both climax!

And as Jamar shot load after load into Robbie's cunt hole, Robbie repeatedly squirted his "slave snot" into his hungry mouth, catching it all and swallowing it completely.

Robbie's body was wracked with painful stiffness. Jamar eased the boy's legs and hips down, lowering his body limply down to the backseat floor of the SUV. Robbie was in a daze. His head was swirling, his neck and shoulders very soar. He ended up huddled up on the floor in the fetal position. And then, on his own, pushed his face to Jamar's still bare feet. Robbie began to lick those magnificent, powerful black feet, which was the only way he knew to thank his Master and express his absolute appreciation and unconditional servitude.

Matt, Rachael, and Jamar were smiling. Rachael was incredibly proud of Jamar. One might think this harsh treatment of Robbie was WAY too cruel and inhumane for their son. But Matt and Rachel knew, way back when Robbie was erotically fascinated with Matt's S and M magazines, That Robbie craved this treatment. More than that, they realized he'd never find his way into being a true sub-slave without being forced, and forced beyond his initial, meaningless shallow limits. And the proof of his needs was evident when he was pushed hard, his dick would get bigger and twitch uncontrollably. So, Matt and Rachel could read the boy's clear, screaming body language.

Matt returned to the main road and drove home. Everyone was silent - except for Robbie. Robbie continually mumbled, almost inaudibly, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you..."

From that day forward, Robbie worshiped Jamar. As for Matt and Rachels' "use" of slave Robbie, well... "it" really belonged to Jamar. So, they mainly watched and enjoyed their sons' interactions. Matt and Rachel had their regular S and M playmates in Hardington.

Jamar had a way of torturing his new slave by stripping naked, standing there with his hard dick, and allowing Robbie to kneel before him and just sniff and smell that gorgeous man tool. But not letting him suck or even lick it. Master Jamar trained Robbie always to have his face one-quarter inch away from Jamar's boner. Robbie was so enamored with Jamar that he'd start leaking precum immediately. Not until Jamar was ready would he allow his slave to sexually worship his dick.

All the other rules still applied, all the commands:

1. The WAIT command, Robbie stands with his feet three feet apart, with the required boner, thrusting his hips forward to openly display it while grasping his hands behind him just above his buttocks.

2. The AT EASE command, Robbie drops to your knees, with knees apart, hands on his thighs, and displays his boner as if to salute whoever is present.

3. Robbie is always naked in the house and yard, regardless of who is present.

4. No covering on the windows or bed. No normal furniture.

5. No doors for his bedroom or bathroom.

6. In order to take a piss or crap, Robbie needs someone present to watch. Special permission is required to have any toilet paper.

Oh yeah, and one more rule, a special task for Robbie each morning: call "Wake me up." Jamar usually woke up at 8 AM, so Robbie's task was to wake himself up at 7 AM with an ear bud alarm. Then he cleared the blankets off Jama's feet and began to lick them. Not overtly, but so gently that he would not wake his Master.

The boy used his tongue so lightly Jamar would stir but not wake. THAT WAS ROBBIE'S JOB! -- NOT TO WAKE HIM. Robbie would uncover more of Jamar's naked body to the waist. Since Jamar slept on his side, Robbie usually had access to his Master's balls or asshole, whichever was exposed -- sometimes both were. Robbie would lick his Master's precious parts.

Again, very lightly, gently. Robbie would watch Master move his body a bit, then notice Jamar's dick slowly grow. Sometimes, his Maser would release a moan, all while still asleep. Robbie had been on this for more than a week. In that short time, Robbie had become an expert in unconscious edging. Robbie would sometimes move Jamar's leg one way or the other for better access without waking his Master. The edging continued for a full hour each morning. Only then was he allowed to cause Jamar to climax. It had to be at the "stroke of 8 AM."

[I just posted this photo of Jamar being awakened by Robbie after his morning edging climax. Log-in to this website (or join if you are not a member yet- it's free) then click on "Find Member" and type in my name, "Darkforce," then click on my photo albums. It's there.]

Question: Who enjoyed this wake-up edging more? I'm unsure, but my guess is that it would be our dear sweet Robbie.

The End