Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2010 01:48:57 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 30: Of Slave & Overseer

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

Brothers & Slaves:
Chapt. 29: Ron's Game Is On

Mr. Howard called for 925. "You will take this creature, 764, and have it
fitted properly as a slave, 925. Perhaps two hours, no more than
three. Then bring it to the introduction yard and I will meet you
there. This other one will serve as Overseer. He can watch while 764 is
made into a slave, well, what a slave should look like at any rate."

Ron's new name, 764, was written in indelible ink between his tits and
"slave" was tattooed across his naked, hairless pubes. Across his back,
"slave" was written in the same indelible ink and an "S" for slave
inscribed on his right pec and on his ass. He was placed before a full
length mirror and what he saw was a hairless slaveboy, a male who was once
Ron but was now 764. Tears ran down his face. Not from the pain he'd been
caused, but were they tears of pleasure or of anguish? And what was the
"introduction yard" to which Mr. Howard had referred?


Chapt. 30: Of Slave & Overseer Ron & Ken

The reader may recall from the time Danny was properly introduced to
slavery by Mr. Howard that he had spent hours after having been ringed and
marked as a slave, in an enclosure ringed by wire and open to the sun. He
had been placed in a standing stock, his wrists and neck locked into a
vertical board, head and hands on one side, arms, neck and body on the
other side. His ankles had been spread widely in an ankle stock. His ass
had been plugged and he'd been left there in the sun to contemplate what
becoming a slave really meant.

So too with Ron. He was locked in exactly the same set of stocks, given a
drink of water, his skin protected by sun screen that 925 had rubbed all
over him, and just left.

Ken was taken by 925 to the clothing window where he was issued the black
shorts, socks, low boots, jockstrap and tan tank that was apparently the
uniform of a slave Overseer or trustee. His dick hardened as it encountered
the rough material of the jockstrap, recall his cock had been locked in a
chastity pouch to which Ron had held the key. Now he was free to have a
hard-on, but was he free to cum? He doubted it but how to find out? Was he
allowed to speak to 925?

Taking a chance, he asked 925 whether as a slave Overseer he was allowed to
cum. 925 snorted in derision. "You may be an Overseer and all high and
mighty," he said, "but you're still a slave so wait for Master's
permission, that way you'll avoid trouble." 925 smiled. Was it at the
message he'd delivered or was it because he'd deliberately misled Ken? Ken
at that point had no way of knowing.

Meanwhile Ron, actually 764, was sweating buckets and wondering whether
being a helpless slave was such a good idea after all. Of course at this
point, he had no choice. He would have to go through the full time he'd
committed to, an entire week. Just thinking about it, with the aid of that
band around his dick and balls, caused him to bone up, making him even more
needy since Ken had not let him cum for so long.

It wasn't until 4 hours later that Mr. Howard appeared before him. Lifting
Ron's chin which had been pointing down, he stared into the boy's
eyes. "Isn't being a slave fun, 764?"

"No, Master, this slave accepts fully your power over it, but it would not
say the last few hours have been fun, Master. The slave would like to say,
Master, that it has already learned, in just these few hours, how
completely helpless it is and how completely in control you are, mighty
Master." He thought it a good idea to lay it on a little thick.

Mr. Howard laughed. "Being a toady won't get you anywhere, boy. You're just
another pampered rich boy who I'm going to turn into a slave, and that's
all you are boy. Got it?"

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," Ron replied. Mr. Howard unlocked Ron from
the stocks. The boy had learned something. He immediately dropped to his
knees, hands behind his bowed head, heavy rings tugging his tits, cock and
ear lobes, his parched lips rubbing against his snout ring, and said only,
"how may this slave serve you Master?"

Mr. Howard was impressed. This boy had obviously been getting some practice
as a slave. "Who's been training you, 764?" Mr. Howard asked.

"Master, Ken, 809, has been my Master when possible at home and for a
weekend getaway, Master. He's held the key to this slave's chastity pouch
which it has been locked in for the last two weeks, Master. This slave
apologizes for its boner, Master."

Mr. Howard laughed again. "No apology needed, boy, I love seeing slaves
with erections they can't touch but feeling so needy to cum that their
dicks stand out straight and hard. That'll be you boy. For a slave to cum
here, it has to earn it, boy, and you haven't even begun. 925, come here."

"Yes, Master, how may this slave serve Master?"

"Take this boy, crawling, to his cage and lock him in for the night. Give
him a bowl of water - no hands slave, just stick your mouth into the bowl,
that's how slaves drink their water here, right 925?"

"Master, yes Master."

"Good, he'll get his chow along with the other slaves in his barn,
remember, no hands boy, slaves eat like dogs since they are not really
humans, boy."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you, Master. This slave understands the rule,
Master. Thank you, Master." Ron was so thirsty after being in the sun for
so many hours he would say absolutely anything to just be allowed water,
whatever the circumstances. 925 attached a leash to his collar and enjoyed
leading the new slave on his hands and knees into the barn and then into
his slave cage.

Once 925 had locked Ron in, he brought him a dog dish filled with
water. "Remember the rules, 764," was all he said and then Ron was left all
alone. The pain from the enlarged nipple piercings, widened to accommodate
the new slave tit rings, from the heavy snout ring and the PA ring now
surged. While he'd suffered in the sun, he'd not noticed them so much, but
now? God, they hurt. He bent his neck and got nose and mouth into the water
dish, sucking up the water to replenish all the water he'd lost as sweat in
the sun. Then he curled up up in his cage, not large enough to permit him
to stretch out, nor high enough to allow him to kneel with his back
straight and head up. He could kneel but had to keep his head bent because
of the top bars. He started to cry. What have I gotten myself into, he
thought. Thankfully, sleep released him from his new reality.

Ken on the other hand was having a great time. He walked around the grounds
near the barns, which he'd not seen before, while looking at the smooth,
toned, muscular, slave boys doing the gardening. Of course they were naked
and their cocks were either in pouches or locked under their balls. He
enjoyed seeing the sweat roll down their backs and down their sides from
their armpits. With their asses in the air while bent gardening, he saw
that every one of them was sporting the bottom of a black buttplug. He
wondered about the size of the plugs. He considered pulling one out just to
see but decided that might be taking more liberty than was his, so he just
watched, having dragged up a lawn chair to rest on.

He did take the chance of ordering one of the slaves, 571 he thought, to
get him a glass of water. The slave immediately trotted off and soon
returned with a glass of delightfully cool ice water. The slave knelt,
offering the glass to this new Overseer, such a handsome and sexy man, he
thought. His cock twitched in its pouch but that was all it could do.

Ken offered the slave a sip of water which he gratefully accepted, keeping
his head bowed and his hands behind his head. Looking at the young, built,
stud slave before him, got Ken aroused and his jock was soon filled with
the hard-on he now sported. Of course, he wore the genital band and ball
ring of a slave so he was prone to boners whenever his cock was free of
restraint, which it now was.

Ken pointed to his shorts. "Pull the shorts off, slave."

"Sir, yes Sir," the slave said as it moved to gently undo the belt, open
the waist button and then pull down the shorts. Ken had to lift his ass off
the lounge chair so the shorts could come completely off. The slave had had
to remove Ken's boots inorder to complete the removal of the shorts. He
stared intently at the jockstrap obviously filled with a hard dick. Ummm,
looked good. He began to put the boots back on but Ken told him not to, in
fact, to remove his socks and give his toes a tongue bath.

It was hot, he'd been sweating in the boots, so the slave got a real nose
full of foot stink. He breathed it in deeply to show the Overseer that
everything about the Overseer was superior and that it was a privilege to
be allowed to serve him. After showing his eagerness by sniffing around the
toes of both feet, he brought his tongue to bear on the left toes. He
licked each toe then sucked on it, licked between the toes, then tried
mouthing the entire front of Ken's foot. Ken lay back in utter contentment
as the slave switched feet and repeated all he'd done on the left foot now
on the right. Ken's boner could not have been more obvious as it and his
sweaty balls pressed against the jock pouch.

The slave moved forward and dared, without a direct order, to grab the
front waist band of the jock with his teeth and start tugging it down and
out, over the hard bone facing him. It took him a while, but with the
Overseer not getting mad at the liberty he'd taken, he kept at it, until he
had the jock down around the man's lower thighs. He stuck his nose into the
pouch and breathed in deeply Ken's male essence from the jock. He rubbed
his face into the pouch.

"Sir, this slave requests the honor of sucking Sir's cock, if it would
please the Overseer." Of course the slave could see the outlines of Ken's
tit rings through his shirt, the earings and now the PA ring, big and
heavy. He knew this Overseer was also a slave but for now, he was a
superior, an Overseer.

Ken knew the slave could see that he too was a slave, but for now he was on
top. "Lick first boy, balls and cock, then ask to suck."

"Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." The slave immediately had his tongue out
licking at Ken's heavy but smooth balls and boner. Ken sighed with
pleasure. He pulled off his shirt, exposing the nipple rings of a slave and
tattooed "S" on his chest, as well as his slave name, number, across his
chest and "slave" tattooed across his pubes. Just like the slave on his
knees before him. But Ken's cock was free not in chastity as was the
slave's. He ordered the slave to clean his armpits. He put his hands behind
his head and watched the slave first put his nose into the pits, and then
eagerly lick up the accumulated sweat which Ken knew must be really sour by
now.

Finally, he allowed the slave to mouth his cock. It felt so warm and good
he could hardly stand it. The slave began to wrap his tongue around the
cock as he pressed up and down, pumping Ken's dick with his mouth. Ken
tried to hold back, it felt so wonderful having a hot, trained mouth on his
cock, but he was horny and it took but a few strokes for Ken to rear back,
his back and head arching, jaw clenched, his toes pointing rigidly down,
his nipples on fire, groaning a loud ughhhhhh, as he shot a thick load of
streaming cum into the slave's mouth, and then another and another. The
slave kept up and swallowed every drop, nothing leaked. Ken lay there,
breathing hard, sweating and savoring the orgasm he'd just experienced.

Ken thanked the boy, gave him some more water, then allowed him to get Ken
dressed again. The boy thanked the Overseer for one of the best loads he'd
eaten in a long while and for the privilege of sucking Ken's cock. Then he
crawled away and was soon back gardening. Ken lay back thinking, `yes, life
is good, so good sometimes.' He was completely sated and was soon dozing.

That was how Mr. Howard found him as he came across the garden. Hmm, he
thought, the boy doesn't understand that Overseers work around here. Of
course, he admitted to himself, he hadn't given Ken an assignment so
naturally he would not know what he should be doing. My fault, thought
Mr. Howard. He kicked at Ken's foot. Startled, Ken woke immediately and
looked around, trying to get his bearings. When he saw Mr. Howard standing
there, he jumped up and assumed the slave present position, his head bowed,
his legs spread, his hands behind his neck.

Mr. Howard laughed and laughed. Ken didn't see anything so funny. He'd been
caught by the Master napping. He figured he was in for it now. But instead,
Mr. Howard clapped him on the shoulder, told him work began tomorrow. He'd
be supervising a couple of new slaves. Then he invited him for dinner. 8
PM, just the two of them probably, he said. Naturally, Ken felt honored but
he did have a question. Where was he supposed to bunk? Mr. Howard walked
away, saying he'd send 925 over to show Ken his room. He'd be sharing with
another Overseer, Mr. Howard said. "See you at 8, boy" and he walked
away. Ken couldn't help wondering what was up.


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