Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 23:27:37 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 32: This Is A Hiking Trip?

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. 31: On The Home Front
Gary & Danny

It took no more than a couple of minutes for Danny to rear back, his body
arching, his toes curled against the floor as he felt the rigidity of his
orgasm and the flow of his sperm into his brother's mouth. Gary did not
need to be told to swallow, he knew that was part of the blowjob and he did
his part. The cum was creamy, thick, plentious, and slightly sweet. Hmmm,
he thought, this might not be so bad after all, that is, if they let me cum
too. He knew that wasn't likely to happen for a minimum of a few days,
probably longer. And he knew he would have to get on his knees before
either his father or James to beg for the chastity key. How completely
degrading, he thought. He decided James' disdain would be more bearable
than kneeling before his own father.

Meanwhile, now sated, Danny had slave thoughts of his own. He wanted to get
back to Mr. Howard's slave training center and he thought he might know a
way to do it. He'd need to talk with his father about a vacation, soon
coming, a hiking trip. And he'd need James or one of his own friends to
drive him out to the center. I can do this he said to himself, much excited
by seeing his brother naked, in chastity and shaved. He wanted that for
himself and he aimed to get it.


Chapt. 32: This Is A Hiking Trip?

Danny

It was several weeks later that we finally had our school break. I had
talked with Dad about the notion of using the time for a hiking trip and he
had readily consented. In fact, he asked if I wished to take Gary with me
as sort of my slave to haul my pack and stuff. I gave that a lot of
thought. It would be fun to have Gary along and Dad said he'd let me have
the key to Gary's chastity pouch so Gary would know I was in control. That
would sure be fun.

On the other hand, the whole idea was for me to get back to Mr. Howard's
training center where I could be treated as the slave I thought I might
want to eventually be long term. What to do? I decided to consult James,
our top house slave. I knew he often advised my parents and when we were
young, he'd had a lot of control over us (as he still did when Dad wanted
to punish us, as he was now doing with Gary).

In the end, I decided that Gary would just get in the way. James had said
it was completely up to me. When I told him of my decision, he said he
thought I was probably right and not to worry, he would keep Gary well in
hand while I was gone. So much for that. I'd already made my arrangements
with Mr. Howard. Now all I needed was a ride out to the training center. I
thought it best to keep James otherwise out of things, so I asked my friend
Andy to drive me and to then pick me up when I was done. He agreed to do it
for two blowjobs beforehand and two more afterward. That was no problem,
Andy was a cutie pie and the truth is, I lusted after him and no part of
him more than his dick. So that was a perfect arrangement.

I'd already done the two suckoffs. I'd made him be naked and lying down on
his back so I'd have access to his entire body. I started each time by
licking his chest and kissing him hard - and deep. Andy was no stranger to
boy sex, though he had a girl friend, he never missed a chance when it was
offered to him to get off with another guy. From his chest I went right to
his thickly haired armpits. Umm, what a sexy boy smell and taste. At the
same time I was pinching and then twisting his nipples. I knew how much he
liked that.

In no time at all, I had him moaning and begging me to go down on him. I
said, "with pleasure" and soon had his cock fully down my throat with my
nose nestled delightfully in his pubic hair. Sucking and tit twisting, in
no time at all I had him gasping for breath and then begging me to finish
him off. With a final plunge of his cock down my throat and a vicious twist
of his tits, he spurted stream after stream of thick cream into me and just
as eagerly and quickly, I swallowed it. Then we lay entwined, two naked
boys hot for eachother and one now rid of his cum after a screaming climax
- and I mean screaming. Lucky nobody was home at his house to hear it.

The second time was much like the first except we did it in the woods, both
of us naked, lying on the ground, and while I sucked, I slowly finger
fucked his ass which immediately set him squirming with pleasure, so I
added a second finger, his cock in my mouth the whole time, and that set
him off like a fire hose, squirt, squirt, squirt. It was beautiful to see
and to feel and to taste.

I'd done my part. Now it was his turn to give me a lift out to the
center. He asked if he could come in with me and watch. Well, that was a
problem. It would be really hot for me to have Andy see me turned into a
slave, but I had not gotten permission ahead of time from Mr. Howard so I
had to tell him I was sorry, but not this time. Maybe next time, if he
still wanted to see it (I hoped he would). We agreed on the arrangements
for him to pick me up. When we arrived at the center, I stripped and left
everything I was wearing, T shirt, shorts, jock, sock and sneaks plus my
backpack with him. That's what Mr. Howard had said to do. He'd said I must
arrive absolutely naked, with my pubes and pits shaved smooth when I
presented myself at the gate. It was scary to watch Andy drive off, leaving
me there literally with nothing. But that was the deal.

I picked up the phone at the gate to tell the gate slave I'd arrived and he
was soon there to let me in and lead me to the preparation barn. Of course,
I'd been through this before, so I thought I knew what to expect. I wasn't
entirely wrong. First all my remaining body hair was removed, the little
that was left since I'd preshaved my pits and bush as ordered - I was told
the goo they'd used would leave me hairless for 6 months (6 months!) except
for my head, where the sides would be hairless only 3 months and meanwhile
I'd be sporting a 2 inch wide almost buzz cut slave mohawk. I was now in
the system so I had absolutely no say about what was being done to
me. Thank god they left me with my eyebrows at least. Some of the slaves
I'd seen there before had those removed as well and it made them look
damned strange.

The metal wrist and ankle restraint bands were locked on me and then an
extremely tight metal collar, tighter than I'd remembered from before. The
hobble chain was locked between my ankles, just 7 inches of leeway. My
smaller nipple and PA rings were replaced by the heavier and wider ones
worn routinely by slaves. The one inch diameter rings of a slave were
placed through my earlier earlobe piercings. But then came the shocker:
instead of just writing my slave name (ie, number) on my back as before, it
was now tattooed on me. I tried to protest but when gagged, and with hands
cuffed behind the back, that's hard to do and certainly not very
effective. For life, I would now wear my slave name, 415. At first I felt
devastated, but as I calmed down, I realized this was confirmation of who I
really was and that I should wear the tattoo with pride. Of course, I
already have "slave" tattooed across my smooth pubes.

A leash was clipped to my collar and I was led to a post right in front of
the processing barn. I was placed in a a tight leather hood, no eyes, no
mouth, just pinpricks for my nostrils to breathe through. My wrists were
cuffed behind the post, a chain locked my ankles to the rear of the post
and another one went round my belly and one round my chest, ensuring my
back was flat against the post. Another chain locked my collar to a ring on
the post. My nipples were clamped then a chain connected the clamps across
my chest and another connecting them ran round the rear of the
post. Finally, a weight was hung from my permanent metal ball harness that
my brothers had long ago had installed on me and another weight hung from
the PA. Then I was left. Of course, I was given no explanation. I was a
slave, there was no need of one.

I was not directly in the sun but it was still plenty warm and inside the
thick leather of the hood, I was sweating like crazy. It was driving me
nuts but I knew that I must keep calm, it would do absolutely no good to
panic, just make it worse. And no one would even know if I panicked. There
would be no rescue in any case, so I just stood there with one fantasy
after another going through my mind as to what was in store for me. I'll
say this, what actually was awaiting me, not that day but soon, I would
never, ever, have guessed nor fantasied, not quite.

After standing for hours, my dick, pulled down by the weight, was trying to
harden nonetheless. Mr. Howard had ordered that I not cum for the 10 days
before returning to the center. Believe me, it had not been easy to keep my
hands off my dick, I'd even considered asking James to lock up my cock but
I decided I must do it on my own and, despite morning woodies (and the blow
jobs for Andy), I made it. My nipples were burning from the heavy, tight
clamps weighing them down and pinching them. I grew weary just from
standing there naked and barefoot.

At last I could hear someone's footsteps, even through the hood. I figured
he must be wearing boots to make that much noise. I was released from the
post though not from the tit clamps nor the penis and ball weights, and not
from the hood. It was a relief just to be able to swing my arms and move my
feet. I reminded myself that this was just the kind of treatment I could
expect for life were I to become a "real" slave.

I was led to a tiled area and the hood was at last removed. I was in what
looked like a shower room. My wrists were attached over my head to chains
running down from the ceiling. The shower was turned on, cold water of
course, but I was so sweated up I didn't mind at all. I was told to piss
so, with effort, I let loose a stream that seemed to go on forever. A slave
Overseer placed a glass to my lips and told me to drink. I'd already been
swallowing some of the shower water knowing I needed to rehydrate. I don't
know what happened next, but when I awoke I was in a slave cage in one of
the slave barns, my ass was plugged and my cock was locked to a ring that
had been inserted through and under my ballsac. Thus my cock was open to
touch, but it had been made impossible for me to get hard or of course to
cum. I stroked my dick getting myself all turned on, but there was no
point, it was just adding more frustration so I stopped.

Later, the food slave came through and stuck a bowl of chow under the front
bars of my cage. I was surrounded now by a barn stocked fully with silent,
caged slaves. I ate my chow, no hands as I knew from previous experience
was required and suddenly felt enormously weary. I lay down, curled up
since the cage was too short to allow me to stretch out, and that's the
last I remember until I awoke and it clearly was morning. We slaves were
being put through shower and shit drill, then fed a bowl of chow moistened
with a goodly amount of water.

Eating time over, Overseers came in and began to lead out various groups of
slaves for their workday. But I was not approached at all so I just sat in
my cage and waited. One thing I'd learned from previous visits, a slave has
to do a lot of waiting and there's not a thing he can do about it, or
should I say "it" can do about it.

I think it must have been some hours later, midmorning I guessed, before a
slave came to get me. He attached a leash to my collar and silently led me
to a grassy patch in front of the main house. I was told to kneel and
prepare to greet Master Howard. I spread my knees and was ready to clasp my
hands behind my neck when the Master arrived; in the meantime, I kept them
behind my back. But before he did arrive, I was blindfolded.

A few minutes later, I could sense another slave was kneeling beside
me. Blindfolded, I had no idea what slave it might be, nor did I think it
mattered. I was expecting to be told by Mr. Howard that I was now a
tattooed slave and I would be treated as such, then sent off to whatever my
work assignment might be.

I heard the crunch of boots and figured Mr. Howard must be approaching, so
I put my hands behind my head in the slave present position, straightened
my back. bowed my head and kept my knees as widely spread as I could. I
knew this would give him a clear view of my cockhead chained under my balls
(recall my balls were stretched by a permanent stretcher plus a separator
that my brothers had had placed on me some time ago).

My blindfold was removed and there was Mr. Howard standing before me. I
crawled forward to kiss his boots, "Master, how may this slave serve you,
Master?" and then returned to my place. I dared not look at the slave
beside me.

"Boys," said Master Warren, "I have quite a number of surprises for
you. Look at eachother." I turned to my right and had a true shock. There,
kneeling beside me naked and marked as a slave, was Ron who was my brother
Ken's Master and classmate. Of course, I'd known him somewhat for
years. What was going on here? He seemed as shocked to see me as I was to
see him.

"Slaves is what you boys are now, and slaves you will remain. I have spoken
with both of your fathers You can't seriously believe I would be doing this
behind their backs do you? In any event, that I would not do. Neither was
surprised to hear about your desires to experience true slavery. They have
both decided that you will remain here as my slaves, not just for the week
of your school vacation, but until I decide to release you. Now you will
experience slavery, having no idea and no control over when you might be
released. It will not be soon." I took a deep breath, this really was
shocking and scary. I was condemned to be a slave for an indeterminent
period, a period to be set by Master Howard however long he wished to set
it.

"Being real slaves now, you will have the slave `S' tattooed on your asses
and chests. You will be marked for life and anyone you bare your ass or
chest to, wearing a swim suit even, will know you have served as a
slave. It makes me hard just thinking about it. Now 415 and 764, you will
be taken to the marking shop and get your tattoos. Let me now present your
initial Overseer." With that, Ken, my brother Ken, a true, real court
sentenced slave, stepped from behind us. He would be our Overseer? He wore
the uniform of an Overseer, black shorts, boots and a tan tank top. I
almost spoke I was so astonished.

"That's what Ken, slave 809 thinks, that he will be used as an Overseer
while his Master, slave 764, once known as Ron, serves as one of the slaves
he supervises and his brother, Danny, now slave 415, serve him. Sorry,
809. Dish those clothes, NOW." The dinner Ken had been invited to by
Mr. Howard had been cancelled without explanation the night before.

Ken jumped at the surprising order, more surprising maybe than seeing me,
his brother, kneeling there as Master Howard's slave. He immediately
shucked the clothes and was soon as naked as were we slaves already
kneeling. Sensing the new situation, he too knelt facing Master Howard,
crawled to kiss his boots, and quite properly asked how he might serve his
Master. To say I was shocked would very seriously understate the case. I
was simply astonished. But there was Ken, now kneeling beside Ron in the
slave present position, knees spread, hands behind his head which was
bowed, any hopes he may have had of dominating, crushed under Master
Howard's boot.

925 came forward, attached leashes to each of our collars, and led us away.
Apparently Mr. Howard was finished with us. We were led to the marking shop
and there Ron and I were stretched spread-eagled, first on our stomachs and
then on our backs, to receive the "S" tattoo that would now mark us for
life as former slaves. Marked for life as a former slave.  Inconceivable.
Ken naturally was already marked but he had been sentenced by a judge to be
a slave. What would the rest of my life be like now that I was permanently
marked? There was no way it would not be seen by others because there it
was was, right on my chest (and ass). Just going swimming would reveal
it. And what in the world did Master Howard now have in mind for us? I
simply could not imagine. Would he really keep us more than a week?



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