Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2010 22:53:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Borthers & Slaves: Chapt. 37: Master Gary

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


Chapt. 36: A New Master
Danny

When we got to the threshold of the room, I knocked and begged permission
to enter. We were told to come in and we did. We walked over to where Gary
was sitting, undressed except for his tight boxers. We sank to our
knees. In one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I know Ken felt
the same, first I and then Ken kissed each of Gary's bare feet and in turn
said, "Master, how may this slave serve you? Master, this slave begs you to
take this key to its chastity pouch so you will completely control its
cock, its ability to get hard and its ability to cum. Please Master." I was
practically in tears at submitting myself in this way. Gary took the keys
and smirked at us.

All Gary said at first was, "Welcome slaveboys. isn't it nice to be all
together again? What fun it will be having you serve me." Fun for him,
maybe, but not for us. What ideas were churning in that sadistic brain of
his? His two older brothers, his slaves.

Chapt. 37: Master Gary Danny

"Here's the plan slaves," Gary said, "First, I don't plan on taking
showers. That's what slaves have tongues for. Soap and water for my asshole
and slave tongues everywhere else. Just think how great that will be for
you after my morning runs. Real sweat from a real guy, not some fag
slaveboy.

"Lets start right now. My evening wash down. You, 415 take the right side,
you 809 take the left, and don't forget my furry armpits and bush,
boys. OK, begin. Now."

I knew I shouldn't do it but I looked at Gary straight on, right at his
face and eyes. I didn't like what I saw there at all. A willful, spiteful
teenager, awash with his power over his brothers, a sadist intent on
humiliating Ken and me - and there was not a thing either of us could do
about it. I cast my eyes down. Gary said nothing about my misbehavior which
amounted to discourtesy toward my Master.

Ken and I lay Gary down on his back on the bed. We pulled down his boxer
briefs. My, my, if anything, little brother's cock and balls were a little
larger than I remembered. We started on his feet which were none too clean
and quite smelly. Ken and I each were doing the same thing. First, I licked
over the bridge of his foot, then around the back of the heel and the ankle
bones. Next, the toes, over the tops after taking a whiff (as slaves are
supposed to when performing this function, same with the pits), then over
the toes and finally between each toe. I cleaned out the lint that had
gathered there and which was none too tasty.

I bent his leg at the knee so I could get under his foot. I never liked the
leathery sole part of foot worship but of course, under the circumstances,
that was of no consequence. What I liked or not simply didn't matter. The
last part was that arch under the toes and I swiped my tongue over that
area. When I was done, all I could taste in my mouth was foot taste and
foot smell. To be honest, I suppose I would have been hard by now if the
chastity pouch allowed it, which it did not.

I licked up Gary's hairy leg. Once I had male hair on my legs. No more. I
missed it and licking Gary's really brought home to me how alien I looked
and felt without the hair a guy should have. Next it was his smooth
abdomen, smooth except for a luscious treasure trail leading from his navel
to his pubes. I did not neglect his bush. It was so frustrating licking
Gary's while I was completely smooth down there.

Next up, his chest. nicely formed for a newly minted 16 year old. Real
pecs, out enough to be noticeable and very masculine. Then the tiny nipple
nubs, i licked and nibbled a bit which brought a pleasurable moan from
Gary. Now the part that always made me feel more slave than any other,
licking those hairy, smelly, wet armpits. Well, there was nothing for it
but to do it, so I stuck my nose in and whiffed, what a boy stink, and all
that hair rubbing my face, and then my tongue as I licked the pit clean.

When Ken and I finished with the front, we rolled Gary over and licked down
his back and across his quite smooth ass. Ken went and got a soapy wash
cloth and another wet one, not soapy, to clean off our Master's
asshole. Too think, we'd be doing this at least twice every day, morning
and night, and probably more. We rolled Gary onto his back again. I spoke,
"Master, do you want these slaves to lick your cock and balls (of course he
did) and then suck you off?"

"Oh, yes, slaves, this is really fun and feels real good. Yeah, do my cock
and balls and then you, 809, you give me a nice slow blow job while 415
massages my nips. Now boys, now." So we did as ordered, Ken went down on
him after we'd finished licking and I worked on his nips, squeezing them
harder and harder, then using my nails, trying to hurt him, but all I got
were moans and `harder boy, harder" so I bent over and bit down on his
right tit, then rubbed my teeth with his nip between them, and finally, as
the moaning got louder and Gary began rising to face fuck Ken, I really bit
down on one nip, pinched my nails into the other. Gary screamed and
tightened his body and I could see Ken swallowing a huge load of cum Gary
must have been saving for us. He was breathing heavily as he pushed Ken off
his dick and me away from his chest.

Gary just lay there, recovering for maybe a full minute or two as we
watched from our knees. My dick was aching to bone up against the hard
pouch in which it and my balls were locked. Oh god I wanted to cum. I
looked over at Ken who was licking the last of the cum from his lips. I
could see the same horniness and humiliation that I was feeling.

"Master, permission to speak please Master?" I begged.

`What is it 415, better be good."

"Master, this slave, and 809 also, beg Master to allow his slaves to cum
please Master. Master, (I hated doing this) these slaves beg you to release
their slave dicks and permit them to cum, please, please Master." To my own
younger brother. Unbelievable - but necessary. I was really begging. I
needed to cum, I had to cum and I knew Ken felt the same.

"Well, it's tempting to see you boys shoot all over eachother, but I think
not tonight."

There was no appeal. Our Master, our former brother Gary, had decided and
only he could decide. I groaned but only inwardly. Had I groaned aloud, he
would no doubt have punished me for "speaking" without permission. It was
well past midnight by now, a fun Saturday night - not.

"You boys go take your showers, dump and replug. I want clean, plugged
asses all the time, now go."

"Yes Master, thank you, Master," we chanted in unison. This was worse than
I could possibly have imagined. Gary as my Master, and me naked in my own
home, well, what used to be my home, now just a place I lived. Ken and I
nuzzled against each other in the wonderful warm shower, after we'd
unplugged and taken our shits. It was the only way we could whisper to
eachother without, hopefully, alerting Gary that we were talking. Ken said,
"This is the worst ever. Holy shit that fucking kid in there, my Master?"

"Cool it Ken," I said, "he's our Master until we figure some way out of
this, but once we do, that fucker is toast and I mean burnt toast." We both
giggled at that. We took the dangerous step of using towels to dry off,
lubed up our plugs and reinserted them. The reinsertion was always painful
because, although I was stretched enough from constantly wearing the thing,
my insides were a little raw from its being there all the time.

Clean and ass plugged, we returned to the bedroom and knelt beside Gary's
bed waiting to be told what to do. "Right," said Gary, who was now in a
clean pair of extremely tight boxer briefs (spandex?) that left absolutely
nothing to the imagination, "809, you'll sleep here with me in case i want
some service during the night, and you 415, find a blanket and sleep
alongside my bed. Maybe I'll want two of you. So that was how we bedded
down. Once I was stretched out, even though Gary had locked together my
wrist bands, I was instantly asleep. It had been a long, long day.

It was Sunday. Our brunch, eaten on the floor while Mom, Dad and Gary at
the dining table ate a true brunch that smelled so good but in which we
were not asked to share, no indeed, all we got was slave chow with a raw
egg mixed in and water. That was it. At the table, they talked as if we
weren't there and I guess, for them, we weren't. We were like wallpaper,
unnoticed, background. We did see James, now our slave Master, pass through
the room, but that was it for excitement.

When asked his plans for the day, Gary said that some friends were coming
over and they'd just fool around, maybe some touch football or
something. This was the first we'd seen of Mom. She asked Gary how he was
doing with the new slaves (her own sons for gods sake) and he said the
slaves so far were shaping up fine and had been obedient. Dad helpfully
suggested that Gary might want to hang a paddle from his belt, in case he
needed to send a message with a few swats. That's our Dad. But what was
this about friends coming over? Which friends? Was he about to display us
or lend us out or something?

Back upstairs, Gary dressed in almost skin tight cutoff shorts with a jock
underneath, a well used jock it looked and smelled like, a tank top, very
tight, his nipples clearly showing through, no show socks and sneakers. The
well dressed kid. We were the well dressed slaves, naked. Gary locked our
hands behind our backs and had each of us kneel in front of what used to be
our beds, facing the wall. Then he seemed to decide on a whim to blindfold
and gag us. My gag was a nice fat rubber cock. He unlocked our pouches and
let our balls and cocks hang free. I thought this was actually a bad sign
that we were in for some torture. I didn't then know that after I'd been
blindfolded, Ken had been spread-eagled on what was once his bed, and
chained tightly to the four corner posts of the bed. He was completely
exposed and completely helpless, just a beautiful, hairless, 18 year old
well developed, male body.

For a while nothing happened. I was bored kneeling there but I figured it
was better then what might come later that would be more interesting.


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