Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:44:02 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 16: Separated

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.

©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.
James: head slave of the family household.

Chapt. 15: The Shit Hits...

Danny who was in court was crying almost as hard as had his brother. He
felt in some way partially responsible and he felt if any of the brothers
were to be enslaved it should be him, the one who loved submitting. His
Dad's eyes too were damp but his Mom just stood there, nodding her head,
feeling justice had been done. Yes, if Dad agreed, she would take Ken in as
a house slave, but she would see to it that he was treated as nothing other
than the lowest slave. James would be charged to see to this, she thought,
and James never disappoints.

Ken was consumed in tears and self pity. His life was ruined. He would be
reduced to a cocksucker, an asshole for fucking, and a servant, or even a
farm worker or worse. He was naked and locked in a slave cage in a place
where no one knew who he was or gave a damn. He looked down at his
withered, caged cock. He felt as deflated as his dick was, and he couldn't
even get to it to stroke it to give himself some comfort. He was now
property of the State and if sold, of whomever bought him. To think, he,
Ken, being sold on an auction block. It was just inconceivable. There were
many inconceivable things that were now ahead of him.

Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 16: Separated

Gary

Once the remaining family members returned home, Gary was turned over to
James who ordered the boy to immediately strip. He reshaved Gary's pubes
and decided that the boy's humiliation would be enhanced if his armpits
were also hairless, so these too he shaved. He made Gary stand still with
his hands behind his head while his boy hair was removed. Gary cried
through the entire process. He looked down at himself once James had
finished and was aghast to see his big dick sticking out from his hairless
crotch and to see that his pits now lacked the core symbol of manness,
hair. He wept as James required that he kneel before the slave, kiss his
feet and thank him for shaving him and teaching him the important lesson
that disobedience to parents and the law resulted only in pain and
embarrassment.

James had added to the boy's humiliation by performing the shave in front
of all the assembled house slaves. They watched in amazement as Master Gary
actually thanked James, who after all was himself but a slave, for his
humiliation.  James relocked the chastity device over Gary's cock and
balls, ensuring his dick was pointed and held rigidly upward so that every
time he pissed he'd be forced to shoot his piss over his own abdomen and
pubes, from which it would drain downward. The boy would have to piss on
himself if he wanted to piss at all.

James led Gary to the slave toilets and told him to urinate. Gary politely
asked if he was to stand or sit. When previously locked in chastity he'd
found he had to sit to pee otherwise the urine would spray all over. It was
obvious Gary could now only piss sitting and since the slave toilets had no
seats, this meant putting his ass right on the cold enamel of the bowl
rim. He moaned in discomfort from the cold as he sat. He waited and waited
for his piss to start but he could not get it going with James standing in
front of him and other slaves standing in the doorway watching the
spectacle. Asked by James if he wanted help, Gary said, "Yes, Sir, if you
please Sir." He'd learned something about the respect he must show James
while he was undergoing his punishment.

James turned on the tap at one of the sinks, knowing the sound of flowing
water would loosen the boy, then he stood before Gary and offered the boy
his dick to suck. This too Gary had already learned to accept, he said,
"Thank you, Sir," and immediately took James' hard dick into his mouth
until he had full throated it, after which he began sucking and
licking. With his attention focussed on the cock in his mouth, Gary at last
was able to let his stream loose. He moaned dishearteningly as he felt the
warm piss spread over his pubes and balls. He absolutely hated what was
being done to him and he hated James for doing it, and doing it in public
before other slaves.

Once he'd finished wetting himself, James would not allow him to wash
off. Instead, he was collared and led to the slave cage into which he was
locked. At least, he thought, the others left him alone and stopped staring
at his naked, shaved body. Unable to rid himself of the stench of the piss
now on his body, he lay on the pad in the cage, pulled his knees up toward
his chin, becoming fetus like and as he wept tears of helplessness, he
contemplated for the first time his own behavior. He acknowledged to
himself that he'd brought all this upon himself and that he'd been just
plain stupid. Not so much stupid to drink the beer, but to get caught. He
thought to himself that he would have to act with much more care in the
future. He'd serve his second week as a naked, caged boy, then he'd give
every appearance of being just the best boy his parents could hope for. But
beneath his superficial charm, he figured, he could get back to all the
good
 stuff he'd been doing with his friends, maybe even get back to dominating
Danny. Now that would be fun. The thought cheered him considerably as he
fell into a deep sleep.

Danny

Danny retuned to the bedroom in which he now found himself alone save only
for the slave, Tim. Yes his brothers had been cruel to him, but he missed
them, even missed the opportunity to suck them off and eat their cum. He
wondered how he could get himself back to the slave training center without
arousing the suspicion of his parents. He thought back to his time at the
center and rehashed it in his mind. God it had been exciting and mostly
fun. He wanted more, needed more. He wondered if he could get Tim to
dominate him? He decided he would explore this until Gary was back.

As he lay on his bed idly stroking his cock which he now realized, thanks
to the genital band, was always going to be fuller than normal, he imagined
what might be happening to Ken. Was he caged, like Gary? Had they shaved
him, fitted him with body jewelry such as he now wore? The thought gave him
a raging hard on.  He felt really, really bad about Ken. He pulled on a
jock to hold his dick in check and then slipped on a pair of shorts. He
figured he'd play with Tim after dinner and before they went to bed. He
certainly wanted to continue bedding down with Tim, it was something he
really liked, warm and so sensual. He finished dressing, pulling a t-shirt
over his head and adding some no show socks and then went down for dinner.

He was no sooner back in his room after dinner, and stripped down to his
shorts, than there was a knock at the door and James asked permission to
come in. This was odd since James never asked for permission for anything
from the boys, only from their parents. Of course he told James to come on
in. James sent Tim away, told him to go to the punishment room and watch
over Master Gary though he was not to speak with him nor respond to any
requests or "orders." He reminded Tim that Gary had no authority to issue
orders right now. None.

With Tim gone, James settled into Ken's chair and suggested Danny sit as
well. "Now Master Danny," James said, "tell me all about what happened at
the slave training center and how you felt about each thing that happened."
Danny would no more have thought of not responding truthfully to James than
he would to his own father. He told James all the exciting things he'd
done, how it felt to be a pony and pull a cart, to stand all afternoon in
stocks under the hot sun, to have his pubes reshaved and to be pissed on
and then have to sleep wearing Mr. Howard's piss. He had not really liked
that but he did like it that Mr. Howard felt free to demean him in this way
and that was a turn-on. He told James how he'd enjoyed serving Master
Howard's cock and how horny they'd kept him. He held virtually nothing back
from James except perhaps that he was beginning to like his permanent
genital band and ball ring/stretcher/spreader. He felt a little
 unsure about these but he did admit how much he liked the new nipple
rings.

James spoke: "Well, Master Danny, if you had the choice, would you go back
to for more of Mr. Howard's training?"

Danny responded: "Oh yes, James, I'd like to go back so much and spend much
more time, not just weekends but maybe a whole week of vacation. That would
be so cool to try. But how can I do it? Mom and Dad would never approve?"
As they talked, his cock had become fully hard and the jock did not keep
the fact entirely hidden as the stiffness of his boner still tented his
shorts just enough for James to see and note.

"Do you want my help, Master Danny? You know if your parents disapproved, I
would be in terrible trouble. Maybe it would be best to just tell them and
ask their permission?"

"James, cut out calling me `Master Danny.' I've always been `Danny' to you,
just like Gary has always been `Gary.' I don't know about telling Mom and
Dad, I think right now they're probably not up for hearing anything odd or
twisted what with what's happened to poor Ken and to Gary. But if you could
help me get back there, that would be awesome, James, I'd do anything for
you, anything at all."

"Anything, Danny?  Are you sure you mean anything at all?"

"Yes, yes, James, anything at all. Just name it and I'll do it. Whatever
and whenever and as often as you say. Please James."

"I'll give it some thought, Danny, I'll give it some thought. I'll send Tim
back up, you and he can play with eachother if you want. You know he'll do
anything for you no matter what, just tell him what you want. See you
later, Master Danny," and with that, James left.

It was only minutes later that Tim appeared dressed a usual in his
jock. Danny was so hot and horny, he decided he'd start telling Tim to do
what he really wanted done. `Hey, Tim, OK, here's what I want you to do. I
want you to order me to strip and then to worship your feet and then your
cock and balls. Then tell me I must beg to be allowed to suck you. Then
tell me to suck you and let me do it until you cum, right in my mouth and
make sure I swallow all of it, otherwise paddle my ass like twenty
times. Then tie me spread-eagled on my bed and torture my dick and balls,
get me all horny and hard, but make me wait a long time, and make me beg,
before you let me cum. Just jerk me off, no pleasurable sucking, then feed
me my cum. Then wait as long as you want before releasing me, don't let me
make you do it. Then we'll shower and go to sleep naked together like
always. I know it's weird, Tim, but it's what I really want. So do it,
please.

And that is exactly what happened. Danny was made to strip off his jock but
not allowed to touch his monster boner. Instead, Tim required him to lick
his feet, kiss them and then beg to be allowed to serve Tim's cock. Tim
could not believe how awesome all this was; but it was what Master Danny
wanted so he knew he must do it. James had told him so. Besides, it was
lots of fun.

After he'd made Danny beg for his slave dick, and lick his balls, he fed
him his cock and after only a couple of minutes, he was so turned on, he
filled Danny's mouth with warm boy cum and made sure Danny swallowed every
bit. Then he tied Danny up spread-eagled, just as he'd wanted to be, and
made him wait through a good half hour of cock teasing before he jacked him
off. He scooped up Danny's cum with his fingers, then stuffed the scumy
fingers into Danny's mouth until Danny had eaten every drop and made him
thank Tim for it. Then he just left Danny tied up, with a gag, for almost
an hour before untying him and showering together. Danny had loved every
minute of it. He actually kissed Tim before the two tired boys fell asleep
in eachothers arms.

Ken

Stuffed naked, collared and in chastity in his slave cage, Ken was a
creature in misery. He thought he must have been there for hours before
anyone came near him When they did, he couldn't believe what they did with
him. A fork lift just slid its arms under his cage, lifted it up and
deposited the cage in a trailer truck. There were already some cages with
guys locked in them in the truck, and they must have loaded 10 or 12 more
before the rear doors were slammed shut and locked. A voice came through an
overhead speaker. "Alright slaves, you're being moved to a slave authority
training facility. If you need to piss, go ahead and do it. There's a drain
in the middle of the back where your piss will eventually drain. Of course,
it may slosh first through a few other cages. But hey, you're slaves so who
gives a shit?

"THERE WILL BE NO TALKING , NONE, WHILE YOU ARE IN TRANSIT. If we hear so
much as a whisper, we will gag each of you, and cuff your hands to your
collars for the rest of the trip. I do NOT think you would like that, SO
SHUT THE FUCK UP SLAVES."

Ken was stunned. No one treated him this way. But, he thought, just what
could he do about it? Not a damn thing. He was helpless. Ken had learned an
important first lesson a slave needed to learn. A slave does what he's told
to do and nothing else. A slave follows orders or he gets punished. End of
lesson. Like many of the others, Ken whimpered to himself, the tears again
flowing down his cheeks. This was for real. This was his new life. This was
simply the worst, most awful thing that could have happened to him. It made
him completely aware, at least for now, that he had no rights and no say.
They would do with him whatever they chose to do. He was just one more
piece of slave meat as far as they were concerned. Other than finally being
released from his cage, for which he hoped and prayed, Ken was not looking
forward to being delivered for training. Nor should he have been.


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