Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 23:36:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 14: One Brother

This is a work of fiction. The characters are invented. It is intended
solely for the fantasy entertainment of persons, age 18 or older, who want
to read about gay sex and male slavery. If you are not at least 18 years
old and/or this is not what you want, read no further.

Copyright 2009 Copyright reserved by the author.
JKBlackhouse

Brothers & Slaves:
Characters so far:

Danny 17, currently the narrator, high school junior, on soccer & track teams;
Ken 18,  Danny's older brother, athletic body, high school senior, plays
football, baseball & wrestles;
Gary 15, Danny's younger brother, young stud, high school freshman,
footballer;
Tuck 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Don, soccer & track;
Don 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Tuck, backup quarterback.
Joey, 16, teammate of Danny and leader of team's turning him into their
shaved cocksucker;
Tim, 17, personal house slave of Ken, Danny and Gary;
Mr. Howard, owner, a slave training facility.


Chapt. 13: Back at the Ranch

With that as an ending, Tim picked up my leash and led me back to my cage
stinking and reeking of piss. He locked my hands in thick leather mitts,
then locked my cage and walked away. I knew all the other slaves could
smell me and probably knew what Master had done. There was nothing I could
do about any of it. I was a slave. I curled up, laying on my side and tried
to ignore my own stink as I fell asleep. I could feel the plug filling my
ass just like the asses of thousands, millions of slaves were filled this
night. I still had tomorrow morning to continue my training, what would
Master design for me?

Chapt. 14: One Brother - Danny

I awoke to the sound of metal striking metal. Where was I? Once my limbs
bumped the bars of my cage, I knew; I was in a slave cage, naked, collared,
with my hands locked in mitts and Mr. Howard was my Master. My brain
wrapped around the knowledge that I was here to experience slave training
and to be treated just as a true, legal slave would be. I had spent a large
part of the previous day confined to a standing stock, and had been made to
move about on my hands and knees only. I'd eaten the same slave chow the
other slaves did, not only that, it had been laced with piss. In fact,
about everything I'd gotten to drink so far had had piss in it. I guess
that's how slaves learn to be the urinals they often become for their
Masters.

There must have been 50 or more cages just like mine in the barn, and I
knew Mr. Howard had several barns. This one seemed to be mostly limited to
slaves who were still in training. The silence was eerie. There was
absolutely no conversation between slaves in neighboring cages. I supposed
that like me, they'd been told they could only speak when given permission,
asking for permission, or to acknowledge a Master's act or question:
"Master, yes Master" and "Master, thank you, Master." Each time a slave
received something from an Overseer or Mr. Howard, he was required to thank
the Overseer or Master, whether it was the stroke of a belt or whip, or a
belly full of piss. I had already learned that slaves live to serve and
must express their gratitude at all appropriate times.

What, I wondered, might Master Howard have planned for me this morning?
He'd soaked me in his piss the night before and I'd had to sleep reeking of
the stuff. I'm sure the slaves on either side of me weren't too pleased but
there was nothing any of us could do because one of the essences of slavery
was taking from the slave the notion (and reality) that he has choice. He
does not choose, he is told. It had taken me just one day to learn that
essential rule.

As was the case last night, a slave trundled through the barn with a cart,
shoving bowls of food through the slots at the bottom of each cage gate. I
now expected that I would receive only chow and that it would be swimming
in piss and I was not wrong. Slave chow is pretty tasteless though grainy,
but mixed with piss (or water) it becomes a gooey mess. With my hands
locked in mitts, I could do nothing differently from the other slaves. I
stuck my head into the bowl and licked up my meal. I knew it would at least
fill me up and that it was nourishing. We slaves were expected to empty our
food bowls and each bowl was inspected by the slave as it was returned to
ensure nothing had been left. To leave food would be to waste Master's
money, nothing a slave would dare or want to do. Wearing the mitts as I
did, I had no way of wiping the last remnants of food from my face unless I
was prepared to mess the mitts and I thought that was almost certainly not
a thing I should do. So I just waited along with the others to be told what
to do, my face partially smeared with slave chow and piss.

During the night, I'd managed to lift my cage pad so I could piss into the
drain underneath. Now I just wanted the plug out of my ass. I needed to
dump in the worst way, or at least the plug made me feel like I did. But I
squeezed my asshole as tight as I could to make sure I didn't expel the
plug. I was absolutely sure that if I did, I would be punished and as I'd
already learned, punishments here were real. Of course, during all this
time, I was completely unaware what had befallen my brothers. I assumed
they were home in their comfy beds sleeping in since it was Sunday
morning. I hoped they would pick me up early in the afternoon and not wait
until late in the day. I was tired and I needed time to process what I was
going through. What it meant, how I felt about it.

There was a loud whistle, and the gates of about ten cages opened
automatically, I guess. The slaves wiggled out of their cages and knelt on
the cement floor, heads touching the floor and hands behind their
heads. They looked neither left nor right. The Overseer told them to stand
and they did so, heads bowed and hands still behind their heads. I could
see that each slave had metal wrist and ankle bands as well as his metal
collar. Of course, like me and all legal slaves, they wore genital bands,
had pierced nipples and cocks, as well as snout rings. Some had additional
rings, like through their ball sac or between their legs between their
assholes and balls. While some wore chastity devices, not all did. Some had
their PA rings locked to the ring through their sacs. Ouch, no boners for
them.

The slaves were gone perhaps fifteen or fewer minutes and then another
group of ten went and so on. When the gate to my cage opened, I crawled out
as I'd seen the slaves do and assumed the position, my ass high, my
forehead touching the floor and my hands behind my head. This was so
completely ignominious, that my cock started to rise and I was soon
completely boned up. This naturally added to my humiliation but sly glances
down the line of the others showed I wasn't the only one with a hard dick.

We were led to the slave cleansing area. I just followed what the others
did. With our mitts taken off, we first removed our butt plugs. We then
lined up in two files to squat over holes in the floor into which we had to
dump our shit. Aim was important here and not everyone quite hit the mark
so it was necessary to actually step on a little shit inorder to squat over
the hole. This had to be the most humiliating single thing I'd done
yet. One of the slaves took a hose from the wall and hosed down the hole
area until it was shit free. We were then paired up. Each slave was to wash
his counterpart and then himself be washed by his mate.

I was paired with a fine looking stud who had lost all his hair including
his head and eyebrows. He looked strange of course, but I'd seen slaves on
the street and other places who had also lost all their hair. He had a
handsome, serious face, beautiful globes for ass cheeks, and a nicely
developing chest with pierced nipples holding the wide slave rings, and a
snout ring as well. His PA ring was locked to a ring through his ball
sac. I could hardly imagine how painful this must be for him. It must be
unbearable when his dick decided to try to get hard. The thought made me
shudder. His hands running over my body, even using the coarse slave soap,
felt just wonderful and my own dick was hard as a rock. I couldn't help
it. He soaped up every inch of me, my crack, my hole as well as my cock and
balls, my armpits, face, everything. Then I stood under the shower, letting
the cold water drain over me as he wiped off the soap. A cold shower wasn't
my idea of fun, but I was, afterall, just getting what all the slaves got.

Then it was my turn to soap up his body. Just touching his back and ass got
me turned-on, I also wiped down his legs and arms. Then I turned him and
looking straight into what were lovely green eyes, I soaped his chest and
nipples, still tender as were mine from recent piercing, then his armpits
which for some reason gave me a special thrill, wiping the soap in the
smooth pits of another boy, and finally his genitals. This was a struggle
for him because his dick wanted to spring a boner but of course couldn't,
so he moaned some as I did my soaping. Then it was under the shower, wash
him down, and suddenly the water turned off. Time must be up. I'd noticed
how my mate had stared at my chest when he found no slave "S" tattooed or
burned into my flesh. He had both, ass and pectoral "S" tattoos and
truthfully, they looked great on him. They really set off his tanned,
smooth skin. I know it may be unkind to say this, but it's the truth.

We were led to a window where a slave handed each of us our buttplug for
the day. Mine was a little longer and wider than yesterdays but seemed
about the same as all the rest. There was a pot of lube for us to use. I'd
hoped I'd be able to shove the plug up my mate's ass but it turned out each
of us had to plug himself. There was much grunting as we slipped the plugs
in, I know I was groaning loudly at the sudden stretching of my ass wider
than yesterday. Then we were lined up, marched back to our cages, which we
reentered, and then with a clang, our gates were shut and off went the next
group.

Once we'd all been through the cleaning program, all the gates were opened
and the slaves, hands behind their heads which were bowed, marched out of
the barn into the bright sunny day that awaited us. It was so nice being
outside, away from all the body smells of all those cooped up guys. It
turned out I was going to be taught how to pull a pony wagon as my morning
training. This got rather involved since they had to bridle me, what a
strange feeling to have my face enclosed in a leather bridle, then my
wrists were locked to the shafts of the cart and a leather belt was cinched
around my waist and then attached by chain to a ring on the center at the
front of the cart. This was all extremely exciting to me and my dick simply
would not go down. A second belt was similarly set around my chest. They
removed the butt plug I'd just inserted and replaced it with an equally
wide and long one that had a tail hanging down. I supposed to make sure I
understood I was a pony not a human. I'd seen these tails on many, many
slave ponies and horses.

The reins ran under my armpits and were unfortunately attached to my nipple
rings. I realized this could do nothing but hurt me. My boner started to
shrink. I was first shown how to move with the cart, just walking and
before long I got the hang of moving my legs and pulling with my chest and
arms, A flick of the whip on my back or ass meant speed up, a pull on the
reins meant slow down. The worst was being steered left and right by tugs
on my nipples. Those really hurt immediately and just got more painful as
the lesson dragged on. I was finally given a rest period and a bag of urine
water was hung over my head for me to drink. I was told not to overload my
stomach, that the fluid was not there to be consumed all at once. Well,
there's nothing like drinking down some piss that's been sitting in the
sun, is there? I thought I'd barf right into the bag but I managed without
retching to drink the fluid I truly needed after all the sweating I'd been
doing.

Now it was time for the show. A driver got on the cart, whipped my ass, and
I started off down the dirt road we were on. I was a slave pony - it was
hard to believe but so exciting. It didn't take long before the driver grew
impatient and gave me several licks with the whip on my back and ass. I
guessed I better step up the pace immediately, which I did, beginning to
trot along. Lucky I was on the track team, I thought. The first real
problem came when we reached a hill. I was pretty winded by then and
pulling the weight of both the cart and the man up that hill was a
killer. And toward the top, he whipped my ass to go faster. I did, sweat
pouring off my body.

When we reached the top he pulled me to a stop and walked up to me. He
looked right into my eyes and said "Well done, boy, for a first timer, well
done." I know it sounds crazy, but I was as pleased as if I'd won the State
Championship at 200 meters. I was exhausted but I felt soooo good about
doing well that my cock started to get hard again. The driver said to me
that I should piss anytime I needed to, just like a horse would, whether
moving or resting. That sent my dick down, and I let loose a torrent of
piss, much of it striking my own legs and feet. This is real slavery, I
thought to myself. I was given more piss water to drink, and then we were
off again, this time I had to learn how to pull the cart downhill without
getting crushed by it. The driver kept giving me instructions that kept me
safe.

By the time I'd pulled the cart back to the barn area, I was beat. My
nipples were so tender and sore I thought I'd scream. Just removing the
reins from the nipple rings caused me awful pain. I was unhitched from the
cart and tethered to a railing of what I guess was a training coral. I had
more piss-water, then a bowl of slave chow, watered as usual of course, was
put on the ground and i had to get down on all fours to eat it. Wow, it
tasted so good. It's amazing what a little training and exercise will do
for you. My pony plug was replaced with the one I'd started the day with
and I realized I'd gotten a little used to having my ass stuffed all the
time, and I liked it.

Soon after, Mr. Howard came along with another slave in tow. We were set to
crawling with leashes clipped to our collars. He led us all the way to the
cleansing room. There, he allowed me the opportunity to take his
piss. There was a lot of it, but I didn't loose a drop. I was
learning. Then he had the other slave remove my plug, help me shit down the
hole, and then give me a complete body wash. It was so completely
refreshing that when I was done with the shower, I dropped to my knees
before Mr. Howard, kissed his boots and said simply, "Master, thank you,
Master." What more could a slave say? He looked down at me and seemed very
pleased.

I was given the clothes I'd worn when I came to the Facility and I was
actually asked if I wanted to be plugged or not for the trip home. I again
got on my knees before Mr. Howard and said, "Master, I don't know. Please
decide for me, Master." He seemed to hesitate as if he was thinking it
might be too much for me, but he sent the other slave to get a clean plug,
had the boy lube it and then shove it up my ass. It was just as wide and
long as the one I'd been fitted with that morning.

"Boy, Danny, you really did more than I ever expected a new free boy like
you could do," said Mr. Howard. "I am very pleased with you. If you will
come here with the same submissive attitude and desire to be submissive and
to learn, you may return as often and for as long as you like. Here's the
kicker, once we agree ahead of time how long each training period is to
last, I will not release you until that full time has been served."

I could only kiss his boots again and murmur, "Master, yes Master."


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