Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 01:03:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 35: Ron Goes Home

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 formerly Master of Ken


Brothers & Slaves
Chapt. 34: A Really Bad Night
Danny

As for the three of us, over the next several weeks (yes, well beyond our
school vacation) we were rented out singly or in various combinations, but
never again had an experience anywhere near as bad as that with
Mr. Brent. For that, I was thankful. I also found that I liked being of
service (to halfway decent people), I liked submitting to the pleasure of
each temporary owner and being made to do what was demanded of me. I even
accepted that I should be punished, sometimes harshly, when I was
disobedient, disrespectful, or performed inadequately in any way. I wished
to be a good slave, an obedient slave, a respectful slave, and I
disappointed myself whenever I was less than that. Despite having been
rented out numerous times, I was completely unprepared for what Mr. Warren
next had in store for me.

Chapt. 35: Ron Goes Home
Ken & Ron

Mr. Howard finally sent Ken and Ron back to Ron's family. Once home, Ron
assumed he'd resume the life of a schoolboy and that Ken would resume life
as his slave. He could not have been more wrong. Ron's Dad had been really
pissed when Ron had gone off on his slave "vacation." When Mr. Howard had
called him to ask about it, he'd told Mr. Howard to "keep the little
bastard as long as you like. Train him. We'll see how he likes being a
slave," and Mr. Howard had done just that. He had not used Ron as a field
hand nor as a pony or other demanding assignment. This disappointed Ron's
Dad. He was considering returning Ron to Mr. Howard for more demanding
training but first he would allow him some time at home. But not as before.

As soon as Ron was home, still naked though no longer collared, his heavy
slave nipple rings having been replaced by smaller more decorative ones and
his earrings and snout rings having been removed (of course he was
permanently tattooed with the two slave "S" markings and his slave name was
tattooed on his back and "slave" across his pubes, his body was hairless
plus he was returned locked in a chastity pouch as his Dad had specified to
Mr. Howard), he was taken to his father's study. There he was told that
things would not again be as they had been.

Ron's father told him that he would now be considered a slave. He would be
collared, have wrist and ankle restraint bands, of course the permanently
installed genital and balls bands he now wore remained, and he would remain
locked in the see through chastity pouch. He would be taken to a hair
removal shop and his body hair would be removed for a year, perhaps
longer. He was to call his father "Sir" or "Master," not "Dad" for as a
slave of course he was no longer his son. His mother would be "Mam." He
would be naked at home but would be allowed tight shorty shorts, a tight,
cutoff wifebeater and sandals when outside. In colder weather, a sweat
shirt and sweat pants might be permitted. Finally, he was told that Ken was
delegated by Ron's father to act as Ron's Overseer. Of course, Ron would
now be known as 764, his slave name.

On his knees, in the strict slave present position (knees spread, back
straight, hands behind his bowed head and elbows parallel with his
shoulders), he begged and begged his father not to do this to him but his
father said only that Ron had chosen and now he would live out his
choice. He did not say if this was permanent but he certainly set no time
limit.

Ken was then brought in and told the new situation. It was made clear that
he was Ron's superior and would be held responsible, as well as 764
himself, for the boy's behavior. He would be allowed shorts in the house
and his cock would for now be unlocked so he could fuck 764 (as his father
now referred to Ron) whenever he liked, or get sucked off. The father did
not care. Ken was to assign 764 slave duties in the house after discussing
it with the head house slave, but the father wanted it clear, 764 was to
work and to work as a slave, the more distasteful and lowly the task the
better. As he listened to all this, Ron began to cry and again begged his
father, "Master," to not do this. The father literally waved his words
off. However, the father had not yet decided whether to restore to Ron the
wide, heavy tit rings of a slave or leave him with the smaller decorative
ones. The PA ring would be slave size and Ron would resume wearing the
earrings of a slave, though not yet anyway, the snout ring. With that, he
sent the boys off to the head house slave so Ron could be fitted with his
collar, restraints and earrings. Father would keep the key to Ron's new see
through chastity pouch. He would decide later whether to give Ken a key.

The boys went off in search of the head house slave who had been told
beforehand of Ron's arrival and what the father's plan was. He was hugely
amused and looked forward to humiliating Ron and making use of his mouth
and ass. Of course, his ass would always be plugged like those of all the
slaves -except when a higher authority allowed its removal so Ron could
dump - or get fucked.

Ron was soon outfitted exactly as his father had determined and so was
Ken. True, Ken was permitted only shorts indoors and wore all the rings of
a slave including the snout ring, but he was allowed full clothing when
outdoors, as Ron was not, and above all, his cock was free, at least for
now. Orgasms galore were in his future he figured, at least as long as he
kept Ron in line - and this he was looking forward to doing. He liked Ron,
and felt for him in this new humiliation, but he knew Ron liked to be
dominated, they had played at that, so he knew he could be a good and firm
Master for him. He would have Ron call him "Sir" rather than Master. He
thought it best that only Ron's Dad be called "Master." Best for Ken as
well as for Ron. He attached a leash to Ron's collar and led him up the
stairs to what was now Ken's bedroom suite. Ron would be the slave who kept
it, and the bathroom, clean, made and changed the bed, and kept things neat
 and orderly.

For Ron, this was a totally unexpected homecoming. He thought his parents
would welcome their son and be glad to have him once again in their
home. To now be designated a slave, to be treated as one, to be naked and
ringed as one, soon to lose all body hair (not that he had any at that
moment) for at least a year, this was not at all what he'd expected. True
his father had looked askance at him when he'd returned with hidden rings
from the weekend away with Ken as his Master, what fun that had been, but
this was now real. His father had left him with Mr. Howard. What else was
he thinking of doing? Surely he would not have Ron legally committed as a
slave. Or would he?

The room had been fully made up for the return of the boys. Once there,
Ron, in his best slave manor, assumed the position and begged to be told
how he might serve Sir Ken. Ken, who had been returned as naked as Ron now
was, told Ron to find him a pair of shorts that would please his Dad for
Ken to wear. Ron brought him a pair of cutoff jeans shorts, very cutoff
indeed. Ken pulled a jockstrap from a drawer, put it on and then donned the
shorts. The jock felt really good rubbing on his bare cock and balls. He
lay down on what had once been Ron's bed but was now his and told Ron he
thought it would be nice to be given a tongue bath. Except for the
humiliating circumstances, that was fine with Ron, he loved licking Ken's
well formed and now tanned body.

As any slaveboy would, Ron began with the toes and feet, first sniffing
them as he'd been taught to do, then nuzzling each foot with his face,
rubbing the sole all over his mouth, nose and cheeks, only then sticking
his tongue way out to start lapping the arch, the heel, the toes, between
and under the toes, and finally the sole of each foot. He felt how
excellent it was to serve in this way. Ken moaned with the pleasure he
felt. How good it was, he thought, to have this handsome, well formed slave
as his servant, how good it was feeling his tongue on his masculine size
ten feet.

It was even better as Ron licked his crotch, hairless of course, but how
nice having a tongue lapping across his pubes and between his legs back
toward his asshole. As much as he enjoyed this part, he still grabbed at
Ron's slavehawk, moving Ron's tongue up the center of his ripped abdomen,
to his chest. Ron went to work eagerly licking Ken's chest, the pecs,
between them and last the nipples. He let his tongue play with the large
rings that pierced Ken's tits, lifting them and letting them fall against
his chest. This turned Ken on, it made him really hot, and hotter still
when Ron began to chew on and pinch his tits. They filled with blood, stood
out even further than the rings forced them. Ron then sniffed the armpits
of Ken, kissing each before licking away the man sweat that had formed as
Ken had experienced each new height of arousal. The sweat was sour, armpit
sweat almost always was Ron knew, he licked it away nonetheless.

At last it was time for Ron to begin on Ken's genitals. But first, Ken
rolled over and ordered Ron to rim his hole and then tongue fuck him. This
was not one of Ron's favorite things, but he did it with the eagerness
expected of a slave and Ken writhed from the pleasure of it, the tongue
circling his hole then pushing as far as it could inside him.

Ken rolled onto his back again. He ordered Ron to finger fuck his ass while
he licked every inch of his dick and balls. Ken was as hard as he'd ever
been, fully eight inches long, and his cock was like a steel pole, so
hard. Ron begged to be allowed to suck Sir's cock, and, given permission,
immediately went down on it, full throating it first, then wrapping his
tongue around it, licking and pumping as he sucked. His fingers were busy
with Ken's tits, squeezing , pinching, then digging his nails into
them. Ken could not help groaning with pleasure and began to pump his
pelvis to meet Ron's tongue. He wanted this to last but it could not; he
arched his back involuntarily, stretched and curled his toes, threw back
his head and shouted Ahhhhhhhhh as he shot first one stream, then a second,
then a third and forth stream of cum, first into Ron's mouth and then on
both their chests. Ken fell back, completely spent, the orgasm one to
remember. He lay there as Ron licked up the cum from his body and spooned
into Ron's own mouth the cum that had landed on his own slave chest.

For Ron, it was extremely satisfying to please Ken in this way, even the
submissiveness of the act had been pleasurable for him, but his own cock
ached to be hard and to shoot. He knew that even if Ken had wanted to allow
him to cum, there was no way he could. Only by begging his father, how
humiliating was that going to be, could he get his dick free of the pouch
holding it and his balls, get hard and then cum if his Dad allowed it. This
he thought as he lay beside Ken, was now his life. Somehow he must accept
his new place, his lowly place, in the household; must accept the scorn of
the house slaves as he worked as one of them. He was screwed, and he didn't
mean by a cock or the plug riding his ass. His own father had done this to
him in retaliation for Ron just wanting to try out slavery at Mr. Howard's
for a week - and lying to his father about it. He was being made to pay.

That evening, he was made to kneel in the dining room in the slave rest
position, watching his Mom, Dad and Ken eat dinner at the table while he
could only drool at the smells. Every so often, his Dad would take a morsel
of food and beckon to Ron to crawl over on his knees to receive it in his
mouth from his father's fingers. This he hated. It was so degrading, he
thought. Of course, that was exactly what his father intended it to be. His
mother barely looked at him after initially staring at his chastity pouch
to get a good look at her son's apparatus. She was pleased by the fullness
of his cock and balls, their size as well as their confinement. She
intended to keep Ron this way for a good long time. She was enjoying it,
actually.

The next day, Ron was fitted with the tiniest scrap of cloth to cover his
pouch and nothing but a thong for his ass. A cutoff tank top, a size too
small so extremely tight, his tit rings clearly visible, and the tank
reading "SLAVE" front and back, together with thong sandals was all he wore
when taken out by Ken for the trip to the hair removal shop. It was about a
mile walk and he had never, he thought, never felt more degraded than he
did on that walk to the place and back, exhibiting himself, his ass cheeks
and abdomen bare, the rest of his crotch and his chest barely covered, his
feet visible on the thong sandals. On the way to the shop, walking a step
behind Ken, his Overseer, he realized it would probably soon be worse, that
soon he might be sent outside completely naked and barefoot, save for the
metal that was locked or sealed on him and the see through pouch. And he
was right.


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