This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual people, events or fantasies is purely coincidental. In addition to torture and bondage it contains sex between a man and a boy and several teens and the boy. If this isn't your kind of thing, is illegal in your neck of the woods or will get your ass whipped if somebody finds it on your computer then you'd better leave. All comments to sidg@compuserve.com or erik2175@yahoo.com.
Timmy in Chains By Sid G and Erik (c)2000
"Roger? Roger I'm home," Timmy shouted from a couple of places and heard no answer. He shrugged and headed downstairs to his father's new steam room. He turned it on, stripped and walked in.
The twelve-year-old lay on the bench and breathed the fresh steam deep into his lungs. He stroked his hairless, firm torso. As he warmed and relaxed his left hand took hold of his uncut three inches and began stroking it. As is normal with most boys his age it didn't take long before he was a hard four and a half inches.
Three things happened almost simultaneously.
"Oh shit," Timmy cried.
Timmy shot his load in the air and it fell on his chest.
The door opened and Roger walked in with his two best friends.
"Well, well, it's the little faggot?" Roger said.
"Shut up Roger," Timmy said.
"Which one of your boyfriends you dreaming of?"
"I was thinking I was fucking your pussy," Timmy said and instantly regretted it.
Roger picked him up by the throat and slammed his fist into Timmy's stomach knocking his wind out. The second punch knocked Timmy onto the floor gasping for breath.
"I'm sorry Roger, I didn't mean it," Timmy wheezed.
"You going to take that from the faggot Roger?" Billy said. Billy was Roger's classmate and as tall but broader than Roger.
"It's time to make him put up," Seth said. Seth should have been in Roger's class but had stayed back one year. He was lean and muscular and always bragging about his big cock. Timmy started to stand but Billy kicked him back down and put his foot on Timmy's still heaving chest. The young boy realized Seth was between him and the door.
"Please, don't beat me, don't hurt me. Don't do this Roger. Please I'm your brother."
"You're a fucking faggot, and that means you're no brother of mine. Now suck my cock or suffer."
Roger grabbed Timmy by the hair and brought Timmy's mouth to cock level.
"No, I won't, I can't," Timmy wailed.
"Billy, my father keeps his shaving strop right outside the door, get it."
"The what?" Billy asked.
"It's a thick leather strap about two feet long and an inch thick."
The door opened and as the steam escaped Timmy looked pleadingly into his brother's eyes. Roger smiled, and then spit in Timmy's face. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
"Yo Rog, there's some rope and chain out here. Should I bring them?" Billy called.
"Just the rope, the chains will burn him," Roger called.
The door closed and Timmy heard a swish for a split-second before the strop slammed into his back. He opened his mouth to scream but Roger's cock filled it instead.
Roger held Timmy in place as the belt struck a second time. "You see, I knew you'd do it faggot. Now if you take your mouth off my cock before I tell you then you'll really suffer. Use your teeth and you may never sit again."
Roger started forcing Timmy's head back and forth, his six inches going deeper and deeper as he went along. Roger knew it wasn't going to take long, but he also knew this was just the beginning. Their parents were away for the weekend and he was "in charge."
His balls began to retract and with a smile yanked Timmy off of his throbbing cock and shot all over the boy's face.
"Oh what a bad little cocksucker you are," Roger said. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking on my cock. Did I you piece of trash?"
"You," Timmy started but a slap silenced him.
"From now on you only talk when given permission. Do you understand you piece of faggot shit?" Roger shouted, he was really getting into this.
"Yes," Timmy said.
A slap reddened his other cheek.
"Yes sir," Timmy said meekly.
"Billy, you were a Boy Scout. Tie its hands together in front of him and then to those hooks against the wall."
Billy walked in front of Timmy and Timmy just stuck his hands out with wrists crossed without being told. When they were securely bound a slight tug brought him to his feet and he quietly walked over.
"Get his wrists as close to the hook as you can," Roger said.
"But that'll leave its feet off the ground," Billy said.
"I know," Roger said.
Billy hesitated, shrugged. "Seth hold it up by his shoulders so I can do this right."
Seth picked Timmy up till his bound wrists were inches from the hooks. Billy took the rope, wrapped it around the hooks, wrists and under Timmy's pits.
"Any more rope?" Roger asked.
"No, there was some string out there."
"Get it and tie off his balls."
Billy did as instructed and by the time he stepped away Timmy was beyond crying or protesting.
"Seth, ten more on his back, ten on his ass."
"As hard as I want Rog?"
"That's the idea buddy," Roger said and began stroking his cock. "Timmy."
"Yes sir?"
"After each swat you will count. If you don't count then the swat doesn't count."
"Yes sir," Timmy said.
Seth reared back and let the strop fly onto Timmy's back.
"One."
"Two."
Timmy felt the strop hit his back. He screamed in pain as he felt the strop hit. The screams of pain got louder as the heavy strop dug into his back. Timmy thought a sword had cut open his flesh. The thick steam heightened the pain as the strop lifted off of his back, like someone was rubbing liquid fire onto the area that the strop hit.
It took thirteen on his back and seventeen on his ass before Timmy got to ten each time. His backside from his shoulders to the bottom of his rump was a mass of red welts. Blood trickled from some.
"You guys thirsty?" Roger asked.
"Sure, let's go get something to drink, my arms are killing me," Seth said.
"Just hang out here faggot and wonder what's coming next."
Once outside the steam room Roger turned off the steam. He knew what too much heat would do to Timmy and he wanted to do the torturing while the boy was conscious.
Timmy hung there, that's all, just hung there. Didn't try and move his legs up so he could support himself on the bench. Didn't even stretch his toes to the ground and try to support himself a little bit. Didn't cry. Didn't even think.
A half-hour after they'd walked out the three walked in. Roger picked up the shaving strop and did a quick ten against his baby brother's still red ass. "Faggot, it's time to get your ass fucked. Since mom and dad told me to take care of you I'm going to take your cherry. Or has somebody taken it already you faggot whore?"
"No sir," Timmy said, his voice flat.
"You want us to fuck your ass."
"Yes sir. Please fuck my ass and take my cherry sir," Timmy added unbidden.
"You going to loosen him up first?" Billy asked.
"With what? I'm not sticking my fingers up its ass," Roger said.
"One sec," Seth said, scooted out and was right back with a plunger. "Saw this in the john."
"You found it, the honor's yours," Roger said with a smile as he lightly stroked his cock.
Seth tried sticking the end into Timmy's virgin hole but the boy's legs kept getting in the way. "Rog, we keeping the steam off?"
"For now."
Wordlessly Seth left and returned with the chains. "It's cooled down enough where it won't burn." Seth put one length around the left ankle and tied it to a railing on one wall. He tied the second chain first to the right ankle and then to the opposite wall.
He wrapped one end of the third length around his hand and flailed at Timmy's back for a good ten minutes. It took one for Timmy to start screaming.
"Can you make a slip knot and put it around his neck?" Roger asked when Seth stopped.
Billy did and when he got it around the boy's neck he pulled it tight till Timmy started choking. At that moment Seth rammed the plunger handle eight inches up the boy's rectum.
Billy eased up just enough to stop the choking.
"How do you like the feel of the plunger up your ass."
"Feels good sir, but I'd rather have sir's cock up there."
Seth stroked Timmy's insides with the handle, getting another four inches inside the boy before he could go no further.
"Shit you little faggot, you took a foot up your queer ass. You sure you ain't been whoring?"
"Yes sir."
"Five," Roger said.
"Was that yes you've been whoring or yes I haven't been whoring faggot?"
"Yes, I haven't been a whoring faggot sir."
"That's good," Roger stood and walked over and started turning the handle buried in Timmy's ass. "But after this weekend I may make you a whore and I'll be your pimp and you'll give me all your money. Would you like that you piece of shit?"
"Yes sir."
As quickly as Seth had inserted the plunger Roger pulled it out and replaced it with his hard six inches. Not as long as the plunger, but thicker.
Roger started stroking, slowly pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock back in. Again and again he fucked the brother who'd finally become his sex slave. As Roger picked up the pace he thought of the six men he knew who would pay to fuck its ass.
As he felt his orgasm approaching he grabbed the choker and pulled tight and when Timmy's oxygen was cut off the boy clenched his ass bring Roger over the top and filling Timmy's ass with huge shot after shot with cum.
Finally spent Roger pulled out and Seth took his place and then Billy. After that each friend fucked Timmy's ass twice more.
While Billy was recovering from his third fuck Seth stuck his head out to check the time. "Shit, got to be home in a half-hour for supper. But I gotta take a piss bad."
"Well climb up and piss down its throat," Roger said.
Seth smiled, "always wanted to do that to someone. Really thought about pissing all over him."
"I'm a generous host, be my guest," Roger said with a wave.
Seth got up on the bench and straddled Timmy's face, rubbing his slimy cock over the boy's face. "Open up slave."
Timmy opened his mouth and Seth put the head just inside and started pissing. His ego said Seth's piss tasted awful and he should spit it out but his id overruled saying no. Spitting it out would only mean more beatings, and he could use the fluids. So Timmy swallowed every drop.
"Look at that whore, he actually likes drinking piss," Billy said in disgust.
Right then Seth pulled out and sprayed the hot liquid all over Timmy's face and hair.
When he was finished he got down. "That was great, I'm going to take a shower before I go home. Don't want its smells all over me.
"Yeah, me too," Billy said, "you want me to untie him Rog?"
"No, just get him onto the floor. I need him to be able to crawl. Can you do that?"
"No problem, just help me move him and I'll show you what to do."
When the three friends were showered and dressed, though all Roger had on was shorts, they dragged Timmy into the shower room and hooked the chain around his neck to the shower rod and turned the hot water on.
"Clean yourself up faggot," Roger said and walked his friends to the door.
When he got back to the shower room Roger found Timmy struggling to stand. A twinge of guilt surfaced and quickly fled. There was still a lot more he wanted to do to the bane of his existence, and he still had almost forty-eight hours to do it in.
"You clean faggot?"
"I can't sir, I tried sir but I couldn't get the soap and clean myself properly as you ordered."
Roger considered walking away. He knew that left alone that eventually Timmy would fall and the chain would choke the life out of him. Too many questions, even if he got rid of the body and made it look like Timmy had runaway.
Shucking his shorts he entered the shower room; turned the water off and unhooked the chain. When he dropped it Timmy fell to the floor and started to cry.
"Why Roger? I know you hate me but why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I want to, because I can and because I hate your little faggot ass. If daddy knew what a queer bugger you were he'd throw you into the street the way you are." Roger gave Timmy two quick kicks in the guts. "Now get on your hands and knees and crawl up to the kitchen, it's time for supper."
"But I'm still tied up," Timmy wailed.
"Your point?"
"I can barely move sir."
"Get used to it. Supper will be ready when you get to the kitchen."
Roger headed up the stairs and as he passed the hall mirror he was startled by his raging hard-on. He couldn't figure out what had caused it, shrugged and headed into the kitchen.
Roger took a small pepperoni pizza and threw it in the oven. He looked in the pantry and found an old can of beef stew, dumped it in a bowl, dusted it with chili powder and put it on the floor.
Timmy hadn't made it all the way up when the pizza was done so Roger grabbed him by the chain and dragged him up and forced his face into the beef stew.
"You've got barf stew for supper faggot. Eat it or not, I don't give a fuck, but if you barf you eat it a second time."
Roger released his hold on Timmy's head and got the pizza. He kept his eye on his younger brother while he ate with one hand and stroked his stiff rod with the other. Not even thinking about why he was so turned on.
After he finished eating he filled a bowl with water and put it on the floor next to the other. "Drink and wash yourself you piece of shit. I want your face and hands clean. You understand?"
"Yes sir," Timmy said reflexively. His brain was on automatic, responding to the stimuli it was supposed to without trying to make sense. Or think of a way to escape.
A couple minutes later Roger appeared with a coarse towel and roughly wiped off Timmy's face and hands. He stuck the towel in his slave's mouth, picked up the chain and led it into the family room and in front of a chair.
Roger sat and shoved Timmy into position and then put his feet on top of the boy. "Ah, nothing better than watching TV with your feet up. Right?"
"Yes Sir," Timmy said through the towel.
A couple of hours later Roger gets one of his father's porno tapes, put it on and started stroking himself as he watched "real sex you fucking faggot." When he felt himself getting close he got behind Timmy and rammed his cock home. Roger paced himself to the hunk on the tape but instead of pulling out shot another load up the tight ass.
He saw how hard Timmy's tied off cock was and started stroking it while he continued to hump the boy's ass. It didn't take long for Timmy to spew the largest load of his life onto the carpet.
"You fucking pig, mom taught you better than that. Now lick that mess up."
Timmy turned his head to show his master the towel and Roger yanked it out. Timmy yelped and started gagging.
"Heave and you'll eat that too," Roger said as he slapped his baby brother's back.
As intended the slap stopped the gagging and Timmy quickly lapped up his cum. What surprised him was that he liked the taste.
"Good boy, bedtime, follow me to my room."
"Roger, sir, please, I can't do the steps like this."
Roger picked up the leash and brought the chain down on Timmy's back and the boy collapsed at the foot of the steps.
"Forgive me sir, I'm sorry," Timmy said and Roger saw the pleading in his eyes and dropped the chain.
"I'm going to loosen your legs. If you try anything stupid you'll pay for it."
"Thank you master, I won't master."
Roger watched as Timmy slowly worked the kinks out of his legs and then dragged himself to his feet. His legs were still chained together but had enough freedom of movement for Timmy to climb up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs Timmy turned toward his room.
"Where you going slave?"
"To my room sir."
"My slave sleeps on the floor at the foot of my bed. Now get in there boy."
Timmy bowed his head and moved into Roger's room. Knowing his master was right.
The need to pee woke Roger up and as he stretched he heard Timmy moaning from the foot of his bed and thought about pissing in his mouth like Seth had but decided he didn't want to risk getting the piss on his carpet.
He got out of bed, walked behind his brother and kicked him in the back. "Time to get up boy."
"Yes sir," Timmy moaned.
When Roger returned he saw how swollen the boy's nuts had become. The cockhead was so full of blood it was purple instead of red. "You want to cum boy?"
"Yes sir, please sir, I need to cum so bad."
"Then lay on your back and jerk off. Remember last night, any cum that lands on the floor will have to be licked up and then you'll be punished for it."
Timmy didn't wait, he shoved himself onto his back and forced his bound hands down to his cock and took hold. He needed to cum fast, maybe that would ease the pain in his balls. The restraints slowed him down though and from somewhere deep in his mind the boy realized that he was gay, that he liked being tied up, abused and used. That whatever his big brother intended he could, would enjoy it.
With that understanding his body released the load of cum and his body started bouncing and twisting. He arched his back as the first blast exited his cock and with that the string tied around his ball sack exploded. Timmy screamed in pain as the cum shot out and the blood rushed back into his body shrinking his balls past normal.
The screams and convulsions had Roger concerned for the first time since he'd started down this path the day their parent's told them they were leaving him in charge for a whole weekend. The smile that gradually crept across Timmy's face relaxed him.
Besides, he had only a couple of hours before the second part of the plan started.
Roger had learned his hatred of homosexuals from his father who railed that those "flaming fucking faggots are the reason the country's become an immoral cesspool." And his scrawny, non-athletic runt of a brother fit everything dad told him.
The one thing he shared with the faggot was his Internet skills. He'd found several men-boy love chat rooms and would sneak in them and insult and spam them to his heart's desire.
But when his father told him about this weekend he'd seen an opportunity to free himself from the runt's presence. He'd found a new chat room and pretending to be curious had met several men. Six lived within an hour of his town. He'd emailed a picture of Timmy taken at the pool wearing his Speedo to one and when the guy responded made a proposal.
For two hundred dollars it was being rented for the afternoon.
Roger got off the bed and pulled Timmy to his feet. Taking hold of the chain leash he led the boy into the bathroom and pushed him down on the toilet.
"Take care of business and take your shower. Your first customer will be here shortly and I want you and your chains clean for him."
Timmy fell off the toilet onto his knees, he bent and kissed his brothers bare feet. "Please Sir, don't do this. I'll be your faggot slave but don't sell me."
"Too late little bro faggot, and don't bother begging for mercy from him either. I would really be upset if you did that." Roger spit and then kicked it in the chest before heaving the panting boy back up on the toilet. "You're running out of time whore. You'd better be done when I come to get you and don't think of leaving this room until I do." Roger spit again, walked out and closed the door.
Timmy stared at the handle as he listened to his brother walk down the steps. He knew he could stand up, walk to his parent's room and call the police or somebody to rescue him. He sighed, leaned back and after taking a dump took a long clean shower. Once he was dry he sat back on the toilet and waited.
His limbs cramped, muscles ached and his empty stomach rumbled. And he waited. When he heard the doorbell he forced himself to stand and go to the mirror. He looked at himself and tried to straighten his still damp hair as best he could. For reasons he couldn't even conceive of he wanted his brother to be proud of him and his first customer to be pleased as well. Several minutes later the door opened and Roger slid in, closing the door behind him. He spent a minute inspecting Timmy before nodding and smiling.
"Very good slave. Now you are to call the gentleman Captain and do everything he says."
"Yes Sir. I will make you proud of me," Timmy said head bowed.
This startled Roger. He knew Timmy was under his control, but that he would want to please his tormentor?
Timmy saw the surprise in Roger's eyes but didn't understand it. Roger recovered and took hold of the chain.
"Look, if he really starts hurting you, like he's going to kill you or break a bone then call me and I'll get you out. You may be my fucking faggot brother but I don't want you dead."
Timmy smiled and nodded. Roger opened the door and led the new whore to his first customer who was waiting in their parent's bedroom.
"Captain Morgan, this is Timmy. I hope you have a pleasant afternoon."
The man was sitting in their father's armchair in front of the 27" TV. He was white, appeared to be over six feet tall with a slim frame. He held out his hand and Roger gave him the leash.
"You may go boy, stay downstairs and listen in case I need you."
"Yes Captain," Roger bowed, turned and hurried out. Any doubt assuaged by the two hundred dollars in his shorts' pocket. Roger stopped by his room to get his backpack, went to the kitchen and started doing his homework.
Timmy was learning as well. He was kneeling in front of the man as his nipples were played with. But he was so engrossed with the videotape now playing he barely noticed when the nipple clamps were put on.
There were a half dozen boys on the screen. Naked except for metal collars around their necks and various other chains and restraints.
One boy had his hands tied together and was hanging from a beam with his feet off the floor as another whipped his rotating body.
One was in a low stock with his head and hands stuck in the holes while a machine worked a huge dildo in and out of his ass. And a second worked one in and out of his mouth.
Another boy was chained tight to a concrete wall while the youngest boy spanked him with a big paddle. As the camera panned around Timmy was surprised. The little boy seemed younger than he was. From the top of his shaved head to the bottom of his feet there wasn't a hair on him, yet his hard cock was a good seven inches.
Timmy's cock was hard as a rock; a fact not lost on the Captain.
The final boy was bound hand and foot, much like Timmy was, and was crawling around the floor sucking on whatever cock he could get at.
With a click the TV went off and the man lifted Timmy by the clamps. Timmy moaned in delight at the new pain.
"You like that boy, don't you?"
"Yes Captain, I do."
"Get the bag from next to the bed. If you can't lift it then drag it over."
"Yes, Captain." Timmy shuffled over and struggled to lift it inches off the ground and carried it back to the chair.
The man opened the bag, removed two small weights and attached one to each of the tit clamps. Timmy staggered but recovered quickly. Next the Captain grabbed Timmy's cock and slipped a chain over it to the boy's groin and tightened it behind the small balls. To that he attached a slightly larger weight.
"Ugh," Timmy whispered as the weight dropped. But he didn't lose his erection as it bobbed up and down.
The man stood and removed his shirt. Timmy quickly realized that the shirt was covering a slim but muscular upper body and when he was lifted off his feet he knew the legs were just as powerful.
As his young mouth was brought to the man's he smiled as he waited for his first real kiss. Their lips met and he returned the heat. When Timmy felt the man's tongue on his lips he let it in and savored the new sensations.
Captain Morgan carried the boy over to the bed and propped him face front against the backboard. Out of the bag he brought out a cat o'nine tails and gently stroked Timmy's back with it.
"See how long you can hold out before screaming boy. Make the Captain proud of you." "Yes," Timmy's response was cut short by the first lash. He let out a gasp of surprise.
It only took five more lashes on the inexperienced back for the first scream to pierce the air. By the tenth they had stopped and been replaced by tears.
Captain Morgan sat on the bed and gently pulled Timmy onto his lap, brushing the tears away.
"Don't cry little one, you did very well today. Though our time together is not yet over."
Timmy sniffled and forced a smile. "Thank you sir, I'll try and do even better."
The Captain got a ten-inch dildo from his bag and put it at Timmy's lips. "Open up and swallow us much as you can so it's nice and moist for when I stick it up your ass."
Timmy opened his mouth and let the man guide it in. He grimaced at the rubbery taste and the scent of shit but quickly found five inches of the fake cock working in and out of his mouth. The Captain left the dildo in Timmy's mouth as he placed the boy face down on his lap. He was amazed at how hard the twelve-year-old's cock was. How naturally he breathed with the toy up his mouth.
As he took the toy from Timmy's mouth he started to think of the possibilities the situation offered. When he saw how readily the boy let the dildo past his sphincter and inhaled the full length of the rubber cock the Captain knew he had to do something.
When he felt Timmy begin to hump his leg and the boy cock begin to twitch Captain Morgan knew it had to be sooner rather than later.
"Oh shit, I'm cumming," Timmy shouted and poured a large load of boy juice on the Captain's pants leg and the floor.
Leaving the dildo fully inserted the Captain pushed the still panting boy onto the floor.
"Look what you did whore, now lick my pants and your parents' floor clean immediately."
Timmy started at the tone. The man must have known what such a large object up his tiny ass would do, was still doing. Despite just dumping one of the biggest loads of his young sex life Timmy's cock was still rock hard. A fact that was noticed as he bent to clean the floor and pants. As Timmy worked on the floor the Captain finally removed his pants, revealing his thick, uncut twelve-inches. He lay on the bed and slowly stroked his cock.
"Boy, it's time for your ass to get fucked by a man."
"Yes sir, thank you sir," Timmy said eagerly, then stopped.
"Surprised yourself?"
"Yes sir," Timmy said.
"Then get that hot sexy ass up here and straddle me. After I remove the dildo I want you to kneel and I'll aim my man cock up your boy hole."
Timmy was used to moving around in the restraints and soon had the full cock deep inside his ass. Without being told he started the knee bends and found the pleasure building up inside him.
Captain Morgan played with the nipple clamps and the weight hanging from Timmy's crotch as the young slut kept working on his cock. If what the boy's big brother had said was true Timmy was a natural slave. A rare find for a man like him.
"Faster boy, work your master's cock."
Timmy picked up the pace as he felt the huge tool inside him grow even bigger and begin to throb. He'd never imagined anything that big could fit up his butt. Timmy looked down at the man and saw the smile on his face and felt good about himself. He'd tell Roger that he could keep selling him.
A soft tone emanated from the Captain's pants and the man sighed. It was time to finish up and leave for the sex clubs he owned in Manhattan.
He held the boy in his powerful hands and pushed Timmy onto his back without pulling out. Captain Morgan started to pound the boy's ass with all his might and reveled at the ecstasy on the bound boy's face and the precum leaking from the pricklet.
"Oh shit slut, I'm close, I'm going to fill your worthless ass with my seed."
"Please master, please," Timmy moaned in response. He couldn't believe how good he felt being fucked hard by the massive cock.
"Now boy, now," the Captain yelled as he shot volley after volley into the upturned chute. Timmy came as he felt the first shot hit his insides.
It took both of them a couple of minutes to catch their breath. At which point the Captain pulled out of Timmy with a loud pop.
"Good work boy, you did good. As a reward you can keep the tit clamps and the weight around your balls."
"Thank you master. I hope to please you again," Timmy said and the man saw he meant it.
"Now your pimp wants you to go back into the bathroom, close the door and wait there."
"Yes sir," Timmy said and did as he was told.
When Captain Morgan reached the bottom of the stairs Roger was waiting.
"Was everything to your satisfaction sir?"
"Yes, he was better than I expected. I will use him again."
"That can be arranged sir," Roger said smiling.
"Now if you can get him thrown out of the house, or entice him to leave on his own I would be willing to take him in if notified appropriately. For say two thousand."
Roger was startled this was turning out better than he'd expected. Yes he could probably make more money keeping the faggot around but he'd rather be rid of him.
"If my father finds out it's gay he'll throw him out in a second. I may be able to arrange that on their return tomorrow. Is there a way I can contact you in a hurry."
Captain Morgan and handed Roger a plain card. "That's my pager number. Call it and put in 666999 and then hit the star key. At the most it'll take us an hour to get here."
Roger slid the card into his shorts, not noticing how the man was studying his body clad only in a tight pair of shorts. His excited six-inches clearly outlined.
"Yes sir," Roger said.
Captain Morgan left and Roger headed upstairs after locking the door. The first thing he did was enter the bathroom and tie the chains connecting Timmy's hands to the shower curtain rod. Then he punched his brother hard in the stomach. Timmy wretched but didn't heave; the last traces of cum trickled out of his ass.
Roger cleaned up his parent's bedroom and bathroom. As he walked out he noticed the VCR was turned on and that there was a tape in it. He removed it and threw it in his room. Then he went to the bathroom, untied Timmy, took him to the slave's bedroom and fucked him. Which is when he noticed the tit clamps and the ball weight, along with the fresh whip marks. When he was done he chained Timmy to the foot of his bed and left the house for the evening. On Roger's return he moved his slave to his bedroom, fucked him again and went to sleep.
The phone woke Roger and Timmy on Sunday morning. It was almost noon.
"Up boy, Seth will be here in an hour and he wants to play. Don't know if he wants to fuck you, piss on you or just beat the shit out of you. And you flaming faggot slut I don't care which or all three. He's my friend and you will let him."
"Yes sir," Timmy said, his cock grown harder with each of Roger's threats. He struggled to his feet and waited for orders.
"Go to the bathroom and get ready. You smell like shit."
"Yes sir." Timmy turned and headed out the room.
As he sat on the porcelain throne he realized that he'd walked and moved almost normally since the phone rang. When he finished shitting and pissing he stood and looked at his back in the mirror.
"Amazing, the strop, the chains, the whip and there's hardly a mark," Timmy whispered and moved his arms. "And no pain. I know it happened, these ropes and chains aren't a dream." The door opening brought him back and he turned to see his brother.
"Yes sir?"
"How do you feel about yesterday? If we keep this up you have to cooperate."
"No problem sir. Just don't leave me totally alone with the guy. The Captain was a nice guy but who knows about other men."
Roger nodded and grabbed the leash. Timmy followed him, easily walking down the stairs. Examining his brother's ass in the torn running shorts. Wondering how Roger's cock would feel up his ass now that he'd accepted everything.
The doorbell rang and Roger opened it. It was Seth with his younger brother Jeremy who was in Timmy's class.
"Wow, bro I thought you were kidding me. Can I really fuck his ass?" Jeremy asked.
"Sure, you can even go first today," Roger said, "After Seth works his back over a bit. Little slut likes it."
"That strop still downstairs?" Seth asked.
"Wherever you left it," Roger said.
"Cool, I'll go get it."
"I'll come with you. Boy, take your classmate into the den and strip him. But wait till we get back before anything else."
"Yes sir." Timmy handed Jeremy the leash and pointed the way.
Once in the room Timmy quickly removed the few pieces of clothing his classmate was wearing. They'd never been friends but gotten along well enough. He also knew everybody at school would know by the end of school on Monday. And he didn't care, even if it meant he would spend every lunch being fucked in the boys' room.
Jeremy sat and pointed at the floor by his feet. Timmy lay down.
"Good doggie," Jeremy said and rubbed in back of Timmy's ears.
Timmy sighed at the tenderness.
It was several minutes before the two older boys returned. Seth was carrying the strop and Roger was waving a videocassette.
"Yesterday's client left this behind only half watched. I think we should take a look. Don't you boy?"
"Yes sir," Timmy said as his cock jerked.
Roger started the tape as Seth pulled Timmy up by the chain collar and dragged him behind the chair. "Bro, reach up and hold onto its hands. If he struggles tell me and he'll pay." Jeremy did as instructed and wrapped his hands around the thinner boy's wrists. His eyes were riveted to the screen and didn't notice when his big brother brought the strop down on Timmy's back for the first time and the gasp from the boy.
The scene had the youngest boy still whipping the same boy, except this time the boy was facing out and the boy was coming awfully close to his cock with the bullwhip.
Seth saw the scene too. "Jeremy let go for a second, slave turn around."
Timmy quickly obeyed and put his wrists back into Jeremy's hands and watched Seth look him over.
Seth grabbed the leash and pulled it tight. "Don't you dare close your eyes boy," he growled and spit in Timmy's mouth.
Seth took two steps back and to the side. He brought the strop hard against Timmy's stomach knocking most of the wind out of the slave and causing him to buck.
On the TV the younger boy twisted his victim around, pulled out his seven-inches from his spiked leather pouch and rammed it in hard and dry.
"Ready Jer?" Seth called as he continued to pelt Timmy's torso.
Jeremy looked down at his hard, untouched seven inches. "Hell yeah, let me at that slut's ass."
Seth grabbed the collar. "Let go and come over here. Now dog you will get down on your hands and knees. Face on the floor and that slut ass sticking up in the air. Treat my brother right and maybe we won't let every boy in both schools fuck your ass for free."
Timmy nodded and got into position, knowing full well that Roger wouldn't let that happen anyway. If Roger couldn't get rid of him then he'd use him to his advantage.
Jeremy almost shot his load when he pressed his cock against Timmy's hole. He took some deep breaths to calm down and slowly pushed his way in. Timmy reflexively opened his sphincter at contact and within moments felt the boy's small bush on his ass.
"Fuck me sir, fuck my worthless slut ass," Timmy said.
Jeremy was startled by the words but quickly did as told. What he didn't see was Roger taking pictures.
Roger was still trying to figure out how but if things went well the queer had spent his last night at home. The pictures would be a nice souvenir, and a way to blackmail Jeremy to taking his place at some point.
Jeremy was focused solely on the sensations flowing through his body as he pounded ass for the first time. His cock was twitching. Suddenly he threw his head back, buried his cock deep into Timmy and howled as shot after shot of boy juice filled the young slut's ass. When he was done he pulled out and walked around and shoved the cum and shit covered cock into Timmy's mouth.
"Clean it boy, clean it good or Seth will use the strop again."
While Seth was fucking Roger ordered pizza and right after he put the third load up his baby brother's ass it arrived.
As the three ate Roger once again used Timmy as a footstool. During halftime Jeremy and Seth fucked Timmy again. Roger made his last the whole third period.
When the game was over the two brothers dressed and left. As he straightened up the downstairs Roger sent Timmy upstairs to shower and clean himself out.
Roger found him in the bathroom, all cleaned and dry. Roger wrapped the leash around the shower rod and stepped back.
"Slave, I'm going to take the chains off now but that doesn't change anything. You are still a worthless fucking faggot slut and I am your master."
"Yes sir, thank you sir," Timmy said and held out his hands.
Within seconds he was free of restraints but knew he was bound with even stronger mental bonds.
Roger sent him to his room with instructions to do his homework.
It was almost six when their parents came through the door. Roger greeted them, smelling the alcohol lingering on his father's breath. The smell made up his mind to do what was better for his younger brother.
"Did you have a good time Dad?"
"You seen one wedding you've seen them all. Food a little better than some and the bar never closed."
Roger nodded at the obvious and took a deep breath.
"Dad I've got something to tell you that your not going to like."
His father smacked him, "you break something boy?"
Roger winced but held back the tears, if Timmy could so could he. "No, just wanted to tell you that Timmy's a faggot."
"No," his mother said and clasped her hands to her mouth.
"Timmy, get your ass down here!" their father bellowed.
Timmy bounded down the steps like nothing unusual had happened to him over the last fifty hours. "I didn't hear you come in, I was doing homework. How are you? How was your," he was struck silent by slaps to each side of his face.
"Roger says you're one of those fucking faggots. Is he telling the truth?"
Timmy looked at his older brother in dismay.
"Tell him the truth, it'll work out. I promise," Roger mouthed.
Timmy knew how his father felt about people like him but he trusted his master. Besides, it was going to be all over town in a day anyway.
"Yes father, mother. I'm gay, didn't want to be and Roger tried to make me see the light this weekend but it's the truth." He reached out and took his father's hand. "I love you and I'll be a good son, I promise."
His father yanked his hand away and shoved his son to the floor. "I won't have no faggots in my house. I should throw you out of now but I'll give you thirty minutes to pack your backpack with whatever you want and then you'll get your whoring ass out of my house and life forever."
"Mom, please," Timmy said.
"You heard your father."
Timmy got up and ran upstairs, slamming the door to his room.
Roger ran to the den and picked up the phone as he pulled the business card from his pants. After leaving the code he rushed up the stairs and turned the knob to Timmy's door. It was locked and Timmy didn't answer his knock. He got the chair from his room and got the slender piece of metal that served as a room key from above the door and picked Timmy's lock.
Timmy was tying a length of rope to his bed and the other end was already around his neck.
"Don't Timmy, please don't do this."
"Why? Isn't this what you want? Me out of your life forever. So I'll be dead now and not from somebody who pays me for sex and kills me instead of paying."
"I don't want you dead," Roger was near tears. "Look, you knew how Dad would react when he found out and after today everybody was going to know."
"So, that was your doing." Timmy moved toward the window and Roger grabbed his arm.
"Your not my master any more."
"Look, last night, when Captain Morgan was leaving he said he'd like to buy you, take you home with him. He's on his way. You'll have somebody who likes what you like, will take care of you."
"You just don't want the shame of seeing me die."
"I swear it."
"How much are you getting?" Timmy asked.
"Two thousand, but that's besides the point. You'll be better off with him than whoring in New York. Please Timmy, listen to me."
Timmy nodded and removed the noose from his neck. "I can always kill myself later. What do I have to do?"
Roger glanced at the clock. "You've got twenty minutes to get out of here. Pack your backpack with whatever you want to take. Make a quick trip to the bathroom and leave. Slam the door behind you so Dad knows, then go hide in the garage. I'll sneak out about ten minutes later and wait with you. If he doesn't come we'll figure something else out."
Timmy nodded, picked his backpack up and turned his back on Roger. Roger watched for a long moment before slipping out of the room.
He lay on his own bed and stared at the ceiling as the minutes passed. Doubts began to enter his thoughts but he banished them with the thought that his brother was better off with someone who would take care of him rather than with their father, who he'd have to sneak around for years.
"Good-bye assholes," Timmy screamed and slammed the door.
Roger glanced at the clock and slipped his shoes and shirt on. After five minutes he slipped down the stairs and entered the garage through the connecting door.
"Timmy, you here."
"By the door, I don't see anybody yet."
"He said it might take him an hour, and if he couldn't leave right away it might be longer. I'll wait with you."
"Do you think he's really as nice as he was last night?" Timmy asked.
"Face it, Dad isn't easy to live with and he would be impossible for you to be around."
Timmy nodded and they turned to look at the street as a long Lincoln Town Car pulled to a stop.
"Wait here," Roger said and walked out as the door opened.
"Roger, where's Timmy?" Captain Morgan said as the front door opened and a giant black man emerged.
"In the garage, do you have the money?"
The Captain took out a wad of bills. "When he's in the car."
"You will take good care of him? Won't you?"
"Roger, it's a little late to ask that. Now get him out here."
Roger stepped back, turned and waved. Timmy ran out of the garage with the backpack slung over one arm.
"You came, thank God. I was so afraid I'd be homeless," Timmy said as he grabbed and kissed the man's hand.
Captain Morgan ran his hands through the little boy's hair. "You're fine now, we'll have to talk later and set down rules but you're fine. Now get into the backseat of the car. Do what Hercules tells you."
"Yes master," Timmy said and hurried off.
"Now Roger, I think we should finish our business in the garage."
"Sure," Roger said and led the way toward the back of the structure.
"OK, where's my money?" Roger said.
Captain Morgan drove a fist deep into the boy's stomach, doubling him up and if he hadn't caught him Roger would have been face down on the floor.
While holding the twitching boy with one hand he ripped the shirt and pants off with the other.
"Boy, there's nothing I hate more than people who do things like this to family. If you had been a good brother Timmy wouldn't have this problem. Now you're going to get some of your own medicine.
"Please, you can keep the money," Roger cried.
Instead of a reply he was slammed into the car and held there. The next thing he felt was the Captain's hard cock pushing into his virgin hole.
"Please, no."
"You should have thought of that before," the Captain said as he shoved his twelve inches in all the way as Roger screamed.
The Captain smiled as the crying turned to moans and he felt the boy's spunk land on his shoe. That settled the rest of his plan.
He'd love to take his time raping this tight hole but knew it was risky, even in this quiet neighborhood. The Captain picked up the pace and quickly filled Roger's hole. He pulled out and threw the boy to the floor as he used part of Roger's shirt to wipe himself off.
"Hercules, your turn, and then bring him to the car."
"Yes sir," the big black man said.
Roger looked up and groaned as he saw the fourteen inches of thick uncut cock emerge. He shook his head.
Hercules smiled and nodded. Picked the boy up and slowly inserted his already throbbing cock. When he was all the way in he looked down at the astonished boy.
"You are one hot boy. The customers are going to love you," Hercules said and started pounding all the way out and in. Roger was so torn between pain and lust that he didn't even think about what he'd heard.
When Hercules was close he pulled at and let his load shoot all over Roger's face. The boy started lunging his tongue out to gather it all in.
Hercules used a piece of shorts to clean up and then with a glance out the door hurried Roger along to the car and threw him in the back. Captain Morgan grabbed him and put plastic handcuffs on his hands, feet and balls before he could react. Then his new master punched him in the stomach forcing his mouth open and a ball gag was forced into place.
The car was moving by the time Roger recovered his bearings. He glanced at Timmy and saw he was trussed the same way. Except while he was on the floor his little brother was sitting next to the Captain.
"Timmy, Roger, this is what's happening. You are now my property and slaves. Among the sex clubs I own is one specializing in the torture and bondage of young boys as well as their being used sexually. Roger, you're going there directly. I am taking Timmy home with me for a while, but I'm sure you'll be reunited before your finished Roger."
<If you want to know what Roger's getting into you can go to www.ancgs.com and read "Bren" and "Bren and Cat" which takes place in the club. You can also find Ray's Revenge there and at www.nifty.org where you will also meet Captain Morgan. A shaving strop should never be used on a person's back in real life. Its thickness and hardness can cause serious damage.>