Date: Sun, 23 Aug 2009 23:06:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves/4: And The Beat Goes On (Corrected)

Borthers & Slaves/4:
Chapter 4: The beat Goes On

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
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Brothers & Slaves:
Recap Chapt's 1-3: Danny

My name is Danny and I'm 17 years old. I live and share a bedroom/study
room with my two brothers, Ken age 18 and Gary who is 15. Through physical
force and then blackmail, Ken had begun to use me for his sexual pleasure.
Gary too. Oh, I don't mean they fucked me or that I had to blow them. No,
every evening, and now sometimes mornings, I had to stand naked at the
bottom of first Ken's bed and when he was finished with me, Gary's bed. I
had to stand there with a jock over my face, the narrow sweaty part over my
nose and mouth, with a number of clothespins across my nips, they specified
the number, and I had to keep my dick hard without cumming, using only my
left hand, otherwise keeping my hands behind my head. More recently, Ken
had decided I was to keep any pubic hair not covered by my jock shaved, as
well as my balls, cock, crack and asshole.  The final indignity was that I
had to wear the jockstrap 24/7, no underpants ever unless Ken or Gary said
I could, and no cumming without their permission either. This left me
constantly horny, hornier even than a 17 year old boy is usually (which is
saying something).

Chapt. 4: The Beat Goes On - Danny

I talked over my problem with my two best friends, Don and Tuck, who were
both Juniors like me. First off, they couldn't believe the whole thing.
Don, a strapping six foot two inch great looking guy, brown hair and eyes,
angular face, narrow but smiley mouth, weighed maybe 180 or 190 pounds,
played football so he knew Ken pretty well. Ken was a wide receiver and Don
was the backup quarterback. Tuck, just under six feet, a blue-eyed, blond
beauty, dimple in both cheeks when he smiled, big ears, played soccer with
me, also track, and we were pretty tight. The three of us had known
eachother ever since we started grade school and we'd been best friends for
years and years.

Like I said, at first they found the whole thing just too weird. I had to
explain to them in detail how I'd gotten into this fix before they believed
me. Of course, they'd seen me in the locker room in my jock, but they'd
bought my cover story that I'd lost a bet to Ken. They hadn't noticed, but
I told them, about how I had to keep my crotch smooth except for the pubic
hair covered by the jock and how my balls, cock and crack were shaved. They
said they'd certainly never noticed and doubted anyone else had either. If
anyone had, they'd be teasing me mercilessly and probably calling me a fag
to boot, they said.

Tuck's first idea was that I should tell Mom and Dad. He said that Ken
wouldn't dare to actually put the stuff on the worldnet when he found out
I'd told them. Don thought that was a good idea but he wondered if I
couldn't turn the tables on Ken by threatening to tell my parents. What
could he do? I would then be in the power position and he would have to
submit to me. Don said I could do to Ken the same things he'd done to me,
and do it to Gary too. Well, I thought to myself, there was one hell of an
idea. True I was turned on by the humiliation I'd endured, but I thought
I'd be even more turned on to have Ken and Gary at my mercy. In fact, just
thinking about it gave me a boner.

As I thought it through, I realized there was a core problem. True, I would
have them under my control, but as soon as I started to humiliate and
torture them, they could threaten to tell my parents about what I was doing
to them. It seemed to me to be a standoff. But then I thought, they
couldn't go to my parents without admitting what they'd been doing to me
and I didn't think they'd risk that. My parents would be pissed at me but
they'd be a lot more pissed at them. I thought maybe Don's idea might
work. It wouldn't be easy. Ken particularly would make all kinds of threats
but they'd be empty if Don was right. Tuck was enthusiastic, in fact, he
was so enthusiastic that he wanted to watch me humiliate Ken and Gary and
and he suggested I make them give each of us a blowjob. Why not, I thought,
that would up the ante even if they hadn't made me blow them. It would
serve them right plus, it would be really hot.

You should understand, Don is the nicest guy in the world. He is really
athletic, as you have to be to play quarterback. I don't think he would
intentionally ever hurt anyone, football games excepted of course. Tuck is
lankier like me and has a little bit of a smart ass attitude that we have
to tell him to knock it off when he gets that way. He turned out to be the
most inventive and sadistic of the three of us.

We decided we'd start on a weekend when I'd gotten my folks permission to
have them stay over Friday and Saturday nights. Of course Don had a
football game Friday nights and Tuck and I had our track meet on Saturday
morning. It wasn't too unusual for the three of us to sleep over at
oneanothers houses and our parents seemed cool with it and certainly mine
appeared to like the two kids from the other families staying over.

For the next two weeks I served Ken and Gary as before with one major
change, two really. Both changes were pretty shocking and both, in their
way, were pretty humiliating. First, the very weekend I'd finally opened up
to Don and Tuck, that Sunday night, Ken announced that instead of standing
there naked with my dirty jock over my face so he and then Gary could beat
off, I was now going to have to give them each a blow job, just what we'd
been thinking of making them do. I said that I absolutely was not going to
suck their cocks, no way.

Ken ordered me onto my hands and knees on the floor, ass up, and he then
spanked my ass with the ping pong paddle until I was crying and begging him
to stop. To myself, I was thinking that he would pay for this. He said he'd
stop as soon as I accepted that from now on I was going to be a
cocksucker. My ass burned and hurt so much I finally gave up and said
through my tears that I'd do it.

Our slave Tim was now always a witness to our morning and evening scenes,
in fact he now slept on the floor in our room rather than with the other
slaves. Mom and Dad had agreed to this. Ken told me to stay where I was and
he called over Tim. He ordered Tim to teach me how to suck a cock.  He said
Tim had thirty minutes to instruct me and that he was to do it by having me
suck his cock. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I liked Tim and he was
extremely studly for 17, but I mean, he was a slave and I was free! Yes,
he'd been ordered to call me "boy" but that didn't change that I was a
Master and he slave, or did it? He'd already seen me naked except for my
jock in our bedroom all the time and standing by for Ken and Gary to jerk
off to so I guess he didn't see me as much of a Master. He knew I had to
keep my crotch partially shaved and he saw me jerk off twice a day and eat
my own cum after having licked up Ken's and Gary's.

That was the second thing and it was so humiliating I couldn't believe it
because it was going to be public, well public in the locker room. Ken told
me before I could suck cock, I had to look more like a slave. He told me to
get the shaving gear, that there was going to be more shaving. I begged him
while on my knees not to embarrass me more but he just said to get the
shaving stuff, so I did. I just knew what he was going to do and I was
right. He said my pubes had go, that no self respecting cocksucker could
have a bush. Look at Tim, he said; well of course Tim was a slave and he
didn't have any body hair at all so that was different.

I was told to stand up and Tim was ordered by Ken to shave off my pubes. He
came over, got the hot water and shave cream, got on his knees and first
just ran the razor lightly through the hair I guess to thin it out and make
it shorter for the shave. Then he creamed up my crotch and in just a few
minutes, I was completely smooth. I stared down and saw that I looked like
I was twelve but with an abnormally big cock and balls. I cried the whole
time thinking about what would be said when I had to shower after
practice. With hair, once it's gone, it's gone. There's not a thing you can
do but wait for it to regrow but Ken made it clear I was to keep myself
smooth from then on. I had no chest hair so except for the thin line going
from my belly button to my now smooth crotch, I was as hairless as a slave
from the front. I think Ken left that line of hair because it made me look
even stranger.

Next came the cocksucking lessons. I knelt in front of Tim and he taught me
how to take his hard dick in my mouth, how to not scratch his dick with my
teeth and how to breath with a dick in my mouth. I found this last part
really hard. I kept gagging and feeling suffocated.  When the half hour was
up, Ken told me to crawl over to his bed. He rested his ass on the bed, had
me pull off his shorts then kiss his cock and balls which I did. That
wasn't so bad, except for the idea of what I was doing and of course the
recording Gary was making of the whole thing, starting with the shave.

Then it was time to actually take my brother's dick into my mouth. The idea
revolted me, but it excited me too. My own cock was standing straight
up. My brother kicked at it with his bare foot and started foot stroking my
dick.  I began to moan with pleasure and that was when he had me open my
mouth and take in his cock which was also hard, very hard. I mean his cock
not just taking it into my mouth. As he slid it into my mouth, I thought I
was going to barf. His dick felt sort of strange. It was like sticking your
thumb in your mouth, just skin and warmth, one had bones, the other was the
bone. His cock was way in and set off my gag reflex. I was about to throw
up all over Ken.


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