Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 01:06:54 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 25: Service II

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. All rights 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.
Ron, 18, classmate and now Master of Ken


Chapt. 24: Service
Danny

I was ordered to remove my plug. I did so and thank god it was clean. My
ass felt like there was a huge void, an emptiness after having a wide plug
there all afternoon. I figured Mr. Upton was about to fill that void. To my
surprise, he cuffed my wrists widely apart to rings in the floor. He
unlocked my hobble and spread my ankles and they too were cuffed to rings
in the floor. He placed a metal pole under my neck and raised the pole
until it was level with my neck. Then he attached the front ring of my
collar to a ring on the post and raised it some more, forcing me to arch my
neck upward and turn my face up. He fit a hollow tube gag in my mouth and
then I got the point, he attached a funnel to the top of the gag. There was
now a funnel leading directly into my mouth and throat. What were they
going to pour into me, more piss?

Chapt. 25a: Service II
Danny

The three men left me in this uncomfortably stretched position when they
exited the room. I was this four legged animal with its mouth forced open
by a tube with a funnel on top and an ass that felt empty and bereft. It
could have been twenty minutes, it could have been thirty or more, I don't
know, but it sure seemed long to me. Besides, the new heavy slave style tit
rings were pulling down painfully on my nipples and the snout ring on my
nose. True, the nipple rings hadn't required a new piercing, but they did
required enlarging the old ones and if you think that doesn't hurt, try it
sometime. It hurts.

I was so tired after all that had happened to me that I just wanted to be
left alone to sleep. Nothing more, just rest and sleep. My betters had
other plans for me. Mr. Upton and Mr. Martin returned together. They rolled
out some sort of apparatus from the back of the room. I felt a dildo
penetrate and then fill my ass. A wide, long dildo, wider and longer than
the plug it replaced. I heard them speaking but could not catch what they
were saying. I could feel the dildo being manipulated. Then suddenly, I
felt the dildo ram further into my ass and slowly withdraw, in and then
back, in and then back. I screamed with the first thrust, this was one
fucking big tool up my ass. It didn't take long to realize what they'd done
to me. The dildo was part of a fucking machine and I was being machine
fucked at rates that varied but never stopped entirely.

I tried to beg them to stop but of course, I was gagged in effect and all
that came out were "oomphs" and such. Unfortunately, as the fucking kept
up, my dick wanted to respond so I soon also had the problem of a cock
trying to get hard within a device that would permit no such thing. I felt
more like a thing being used for the amusement of these men than I'd ever
felt before. Of course, being used was a turn-on for me no matter how much
my brain resented it, my cock didn't. They stood there and laughed at me.

Master Howard finally returned. I thought he would surely stop this game
but I was dead wrong. He took a strap from the wall and began strapping my
ass cheek and then my chest. I don't mean tapping, I mean laying it
on. "You wanted to be treated the way we treat slaves, boy, well. this is
one way we treat new boys," crack, crack. My screams were buried in the
tube gag. "Ready for your Master's piss, slave?" shouted Mr. Howard. What
could I do, I nodded that I was ready. He handed the strap to Mr. Martin
who kept up the beating i was getting while my ass was being raped, and
went to my head. I could just about see his cock emerge and it wasn't long
before his piss began funneling into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I
could but I was in sensory overload. Ass fucked, chest and ass strapped and
drinking piss. A lot for a new and young slaveboy to handle.

I began choking on the piss, I just couldn't keep up. Mr. Howard pulled the
gag and funnel from my mouth immediately and I felt the dildo remain still
in my ass. No more strapping either. "Master," I said horsely, "thank you
for using this slave for your pleasure, Master." And, I meant it. Harsh
yes, but thrilling and so hot to be so helpless and so abused all at once.

I was released from the cuffs holding my wrists and ankles to the floor
rings and the dildo was detached from the machine but left in my ass. As
stiff and sore as I was, I knew I must assume the slave present position
and I did, coated in sweat, dripping. Mr. Howard caressed my face, stroking
my cheeks and forehead, saying what a good and strong slave I was. Hurting
as I did, in all honesty, I sort of beamed. He was pleased, I'd pleased him
and not embarrassed him in front of the others.

"We better put him in a holding cage. If we put him back with the coffle
slaves, they'll keep him up half the night licking their dicks and balls;
fortunately, their dicks are locked up so they couldn't fuck him. OK 415,
into a cage you go. Just think what you have to look forward to tomorrow. A
full day of play in the fields with your coffle. What fun."

"Master, thank you, Master. This slave will do whatever it's ordered to do
Master." I knew I shouldn't speak but I thought something so submissive
would be acceptable and it was. Mr. Martin took my leash and led me into
another section of the barn that was lined on both sides with dog type
cages. He found an empty one and had me back into it. It was too short to
stretch out when lying down and too low to be able to kneel with my head
fully erect, but it had a pad and a water bowl. I was content. I curled up,
naked, uncovered, and was soon asleep dreaming about a slave named 415 who
was being sold at auction and purchased by a young Master who immediately
taught it how strict he was. I would have woken up hard, but chastity lock
down prevented that. My nipples, ears and nose were really sore and so was
my ass. The dildo was there the whole night.

When I awoke, it took me a few seconds to realize where (and what) I
was. The cage was OK but pretty small. I sure knew I was now a slave. I had
the rings and the marks to prove it. Was I a happy camper, fulfilling my
fantasy? Well, I guess looked at in the big picture, I was. But looking at
the details, I realized being a slave was a lot harder, more humiliating
and requiring much greater submission and work than I had imagined. I
should have known this. Afterall, I had already spent time in training at
Mr. Howard's, but this extended and more abusive use was different than
last time, more real, more satisfying therefore, but a lot harder and more
painful.

A bowl of slave chow was shoved into my cage and I ate it eagerly. I needed
food, energy and I didn't much care what it was. I was soon led out of the
cage to join my coffle mates in the shower and shit room. I knew they were
dying to know what happened last night but we were not allowed to speak so
I couldn't tell them but if I could, I would have. Telling it, I thought,
would make it even more exciting.

We were chained up, trotted out to the fields, rechained for work on the
ditch and began a very long day of sweaty hard work and boredom. This was
the reality of slavery, I thought, not some chamber of sexual abuse and
pleasure but just unending work, sexual frustration and nothing interesting
happening or to think about. In fact, I was too tired to think. I just did
the work mechanically and realized that was what all the slaves were
doing. Was this a life I wanted? I don't think so. Maybe being a house
slave would suit me better. Of course, once owned, I'd have no choice what
work I was set to doing, just as I had no choice now.

It was Saturday evening. Once we were in our cell, had dined so to speak,
and done our business, a slave trustee came to each of the cells and
released the locks holding our dicks down under our balls (or in chastity
pouches in some cases). By then, I'd told my story of the previous nights
adventure and I felt somewhat a part of the group of guys. But they made
clear that as the new slave, I had to be initiated and that meant taking
cum from each of them up my ass or down my throat, each of them, not that I
would have the choice. It didn't seem intended to be cruel, it was just
their one chance each week, if the entire coffle had worked and behaved
well, to have fun and get off. Had they not worked hard all week and
behaved, they would have stayed with locked cocks and had to wait another
week for another chance.

I decided that the only thing I could do was lie back and enjoy it. My cock
also was free and the first dick up my ass gave me a wild boner. God it
felt good to be hard. I now realized what a privilege it was to be allowed
a hard-on. And that's what it was, a privilege not a right or an
entitlement or even an expectation. Each Overseer decided the fate of his
coffles each Saturday evening. God it felt great to be hard again. Thank
you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you, Master.

I was fucked three times and blew off two guys. Only after they'd all cum
would they allow me to get off. They made it fun. One slave took each of my
limbs and stretched me out into a spread-eagle. The fifth slave fucked me,
at my request I have to admit, and very, very slowly stroked my dick,
delaying my orgasm as long as he (and I) could. But at last the build up in
my balls was too overpowering and with a loud and embarrassing groan
(several) I shot way into the air with cum spattered on my face and chest,
abdomen and pubes and some on a slave holding my left arm. I know you can
guess what was next; they scooped up all the cum and force fed me, not that
it required much force. I was secretly glad to be made to eat my own cum. I
liked the taste and I liked the humiliation.

Then we all rested for a while and, as you can imagine, each of us came a
second time, this time in whatever way the slave chose, using whomevers
mouth or ass he wished. Not surprisingly, I guess, of the five of the
others, I got fucked twice and gave two blow jobs. The fifth guy wanted to
fuck one of the others and, believe it or not, I wanted to jerk off while
one of the slaves pumped my buttplug in and out of my ass. What an
orgasm. Every muscle in my body contracted, and I mean toes, fingers and
jaw, as I shot a second huge load, which I asked one of the guys to feed
me. He was nice enough to do it, the first part coming after he'd sucked
some up and transferred it to my mouth from his. Ummm, that was
satisfying. Wow, that was so satisfying I wanted to do it a third
time. Most of the others had had enough after the second round, but not me
or 255. We made out like lovers, licking eachother, deep kissing,
exchanging tongues and then ended it with a
 69, sucking eachother off and swallowing the load. At that point, even I'd
had enough. I got a quickie jerkoff the next morning before they locked us
up again. On Sunday, our genitals were inspected first thing, and once
cleared, we were locked up, pleasure time was over.

I was hoping Sunday would be a day off but not at a slave center. The rest
of the coffle were led off to help clean the barn and grounds. Master
Howard came to fetch me. He led me using my chain leash into the main house
and then into his study. He sat behind his desk, dressed informally in
jeans and a blue work shirt plus boots. I assumed the slave present
position before his desk, knees spread, back straight, chest out, head
bowed, hands behind the head. I waited to be told what to do. By this time,
I truly had no thought of independent acts, I had settled into the slave
mind set of doing what I was told and doing it only when I'd been told. I'd
never felt so submissive and sort of demeaned in my life. "Master," I said,
"how may this slave serve you, Master?" I was into it.

Chapt. 25b: Service II Gary:

While Danny was spending his weekend being made into, and then serving as,
a slave, James and Gary were off at their campsite. Immediately upon
arriving there, James instructed Gary to strip to his jock. Gary of course
asked "what the fuck" James meant by that. He wasn't going to walk around
in the woods in nothing but a jockstrap. James informed him that it was
exactly what he was going to do. James grabbed Gary by an ankle, threw him
to the ground and sat on his chest. Gary was screaming at James to "get the
fuck off" him. James just laughed. He reached down and tore Gary's t-shirt
down the middle from the neck down and ripped it off his body. Gary
struggled, but of course James was much too heavy and strong for him. Gary
couldn't imagine what was going on. Was James going to sexually molest him?
If so, he'd be in deep shit once Gary reported it to his father.

James asked Gary if he would voluntarily strip off the rest of his
clothes. Gary's snarling "no" simply led James to reach back, unlace Gary's
sneakers, remove them and then pull off his socks. Finally, he released
Gary's belt, unzipped him, and then pulled off his shorts, pinching Gary's
nose closed until he finally lifted his ass to allow the shorts to slide
down his legs and off. Now Gary was dressed as James had told him to be, in
nothing but his jock (which itself was none too clean since it was his gym
jock which he hadn't bothered to change after he got home and before they
left).

James squeezed and pinched his fingernails into Gary's nips until the boy
was really hurting and begged James to stop. James told Gary that he'd stop
as soon as Gary agreed that James would have total charge of him for the
weekend. James told Gary that he needed to learn about caring for his
inferiors who could not refuse him and James meant this weekend to give
Gary a chance to learn. Of course, as expected by James, Gary refused. Even
had he agreed, James knew that as soon as he could, he'd violate the
promise were it made. No, stricter measures were needed and fortunately
James had prepared for this.

While remaining on Gary's chest, his knees firmly planted on Gary's upper
arms, James reached for his backpack and pulled from it a metal collar and
a set of combination irons, wrist restraints and ankle restraints linked
together by a chain running between them. All James had to do was snap on
the restraints to each limb and listen for the click indicating they had
locked. Having done this, he did the same with the collar. Now he could let
Gary up and watch as he battled the chains linking his ankles together, his
wrists together, and then his wrist cuffs to his ankle cuffs. Gary was well
and truly fucked. He hissed and screamed, shouted threats and curses, but
strangely, none of these imprecations released the chains and cuffs. Had he
really expected they would?

James ordered Gary to kneel. When he didn't immediately do so, he pushed
him over, planted a foot on his chest, and told Gary to let him know when
he was ready to kneel. In the meantime, James said, he had to piss, so out
came his cock and soon Gary was drenched in the yellow stuff, his entire
body and face wet. He soon gave in and James allowed him up to kneel on the
bare ground, the combination irons keeping his hands low in front since his
wrists were locked by chain to his ankles.

James spoke: "Now boy, you are going to camp alright this weekend, but
you're doing it as my boy. Don't try to give me any shit, you'll just get
strapped or walloped, so don't bother. You will call me `Sir.' I will call
you `boy' or anything else I chose, shithead. Now get off your knees and
gather up some wood for a fire. Gary was furious. This was not at all what
he'd planned. In fact, he'd expected to use and abuse slave James,
certainly not himself be the slave. He wasn't stupid though, just foolish
and self-centered. He got off his knees and, walking with difficulty
because of the chains, and gathering wood and lifting made difficult for
the same reason, accepted the chore he'd been assigned. Once home, he
thought, things will be back to normal and James will suffer for this.

As the sun went down, Gary grew cold, dressed as he was in only his
jockstrap. He asked James to allow him some clothes. James ignored him. He
tried again. Same result. At last he realized the problem; he needed to be
on his knees and beg James for clothing. This he did and James tossed him
an old ratty blanket to wrap himself in. He squatted on the ground, hunched
under the blanket he'd wrapped around himself with difficulty, because his
wrists were cuffed. He realized this was going to be the camping trip from
hell - and he was right.

When nature called and he had to piss, he knelt and begged James for
permission. He knew the drill. Given permission, he moved off to the side
of the campsite, and peed into the woods trying to avoid wetting his bare
feet. To say he felt miserable would considerably understate the case. He
hated what was happening to him. Where was Tim when he needed him? Cozy and
warm at home, maybe sleeping in my bed, Gary thought.

Meanwhile, James had set up the tent, started the fire, and warmed a stew
that he'd brought with them. He gave Gary his meal in a camping tin and let
him figure out how to eat it. He had no utensils, just his hands and his
mouth. Starved, Gary submitted to the inevitable, and scooped the food into
his mouth with his hands, awkwardly given they were cuffed, and of course
dirtying both his hands and his face. He watched silently as James spread a
blanked for himself to sit on and spooned the food into his mouth. No mess
for James. Before being allowed in the tent for the night, Gary had to
stand before James and watch as his pubes were shaved off and his balls and
cock made smooth. James locked his genitals in a chastity device, denying
Gary the ability to cum or even get hard. Then Gary had been made to kneel
and beg James for his cum, which he duly received after giving James a long
blowjob. God he was horny.

And so the weekend went. Gary could do nothing without first begging James
for permission. Always on his knees. During the day, he'd been led by a
leash on a long hike, passing other campers who stared at his near
nakedness and at the chains he wore. If James stopped to chat with a
passerby, Gary was required to get to his knees and bow his head. James
offered his mouth to these others and Gary performed several blowjobs on
strangers, and in one case, on two teens who were camping for the
weekend. Of course they'd asked all about the situation and James had
ordered Gary to answer all their questions and to beg them to be allowed to
blow them. He swallowed a lot of teen cum as a result.

Gary felt exhausted. He just wanted to go home, lie down in his bed,
jerkoff and then sleep. The previous night, he'd been made to sleep with
James' cock up his ass. That plus the chains, the chastity and how dirty he
felt (and was) had made it hard for him to sleep well.

After the hike, Gary begged and begged James to release him from the
chains, to allow him to wash and get dressed. James explained to Gary that
he needed a better understanding of what it was like to have to serve, to
experience humiliation, to beg. Perhaps, said James, this might help him
alter his nasty behavior toward Danny and at times toward Tim. Gary swore
he would change and begged for release but none was forthcoming. He spent a
second night in chains, this time with a plug up his ass and a clothespin
clamped to each nipple. In the morning, when the pins were removed by
James, he'd screamed from the pain it caused him. He kissed James' boots
and said he'd had enough, he'd learned, please could he be let
loose. Impossible, said James.

The next day, Gary, now completely filthy since he'd not been allowed to
wash, was driven by James into town. Gary had no idea why they were in town
but he doubted it was to get him ice cream. Something bad was going to
happen, he was sure.

Again he was right. James took him to a piercing shop and had his right
nipple pierced and ringed. Now this was not all bad, since Gary had been
toying with trying to get his parents to allow him nipple rings and now he
had one. Of course, he'd wanted two but one was a start. And he'd have
preferred the left nipple, but he wasn't consulted.

All in all, it had been one of the worst weekends of Gary's young life and
one he'd not soon forget. But if James thought this would alter his
behavior, how wrong he was. This was just going to spur him on to get his
back by humiliating and torturing Danny and Tim. No he would not be so
easily tamed, he thought as he knelt yet again sucking James' dick and
eating his cum.

James thought he'd taught Gary a lesson, and he had. But it wasn't the
lesson James had sought. No, instead, it confirmed for Gary how important
it was to always be on top, and it led him to want to be be even crueler
toward the slaves and anyone else he could control, and that included
Danny. Oh yes, someone would have to pay for this and if it wasn't James,
there were Danny and Tim and the other slaves. And if Ken were still home,
he'd pay too. Oh yes.


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