Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 02:34:07 -0400
From: Chaz <chale@maine.rr.com>
Subject: Dominated by the Twins pt. 18

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
readmaterials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another.  This
story is completely fiction, all descriptions, and names are also
fictitious, any similarities are truly just that, purely similarities.

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"Dominated by the Twins" pt. 18

A couple of months had passed since that evening at the Clayborne Ranch.


We were in our second week of school.

Chip was keeping Shane pretty busy being his slave, and Blake as well,
using one or the other to suck him off on an average of three times a
day. therefore Shane and Blake had pretty much left me alone since that
night.


Although on several occasions while at the ranch, Shane had informed me,
that he wasn't quite through with me yet.

Meanwhile, even though Shane and Blake, were using me less, Cam and Case,
kind of took over for them, using me at their will. Unlike Shane and Blake,
if either of the older twins were gay, only God knew about it.

Neither of them showed any signs of being gay, other than their strong
desire to fuck me three or four times a week.

Nor did they ever fight or abuse each other.

They were as tight as two peas in a pod, or however that saying goes.

Still it was pretty obvious which of these two was the aggressor.

Not that Cam ever became aggressive with Case, at least not that I ever
saw, but Cam definitely was way more aggressive with me than Case was.

Sure enough, as fate would have it, I was placed in several of their
classes. Yet so far, no one else at school seemed to know my secret. The
Claybornes had kept their promise. All five of them, including Chip.

But like Shane, Chip would also catch me alone at times, either in the
school hallways or in the lav, and say shit, like "Hey fag, lucky for you,
I've got my own cocksucker waiting for me, otherwise, I'd be feedin you a
cup of Chips speciality sauce. OR While standing at the urinal, on two
separate occasions, he'd look over at me, and ask. "Hey fag, you like what
you see, ya know? anytime you want some of this recycled water, all ya
gotta do is beg me for it, K?"

Other than that, the first two weeks of school were going pretty smooth.

Another thing is, at school, to see Shane, Blake and Chip together, you'd
think they were still the best of friends, only I knew differently.

Even Cam and Case, were unaware of exactly what was going on between the
three.

On several occasions, before the new school year started, I was called to
the Clayborne Ranch by either Cam or Case.

While there, Cam and Case, would take turns either fucking my face, or my
butt, Cam was usually good for both within 20 minutes apart, plus, he was
more abusive to me, both verbally and physically.

They would then dismiss me, and send me to Shane and Blake's bedroom, to
see if either required my services, it was on these occasions, I had
witnessed Chip beating up either Blake or Shane. Chip would either be gut
punching one or the other, or have one of the two in one of his wicked
tight wrestling holds, forcing them to beg over and over again to be set
free.

Chip was very clever at beating the twins up, without ever causing the
older twins to be suspicious. See, the younger twins and Chip, had pretty
much grown up together, so any one seeing them horsing around and fighting,
wouldn't think much of it, since it had been an every day occurrence at the
ranch, since their early childhood days.

The way Chip was getting away with it now, was totally ingenious of him. He
would simply sit on the upper chest, sometimes the face, of whichever one
he felt he wanted to beat up, and facing their feet, he would pummel their
abs for long periods of time.

So if either of the older twins would unexpectedly walk in the room, chip
would just move his butt to the face area, to keep the older twins from
hearing any crying or pleading, he would then smile up at the older twins,
as though he was just playing with Shane or Blake.

Which explains why for the last couple of months, the sexual activities
between the younger twins and their bud Chip, as well as the beatings from
Chip, was unbeknownst to the older twins.

I guess we all just figured that Case and Cam were better off not knowing.

See, the older twins didn't seem to have a prob with the knowledge that
Blake was gay. But, no one knew exactly what the family reaction would be
if they were to find out that Shane too was gay. To make matters worse, no
one really knew what their reaction would be, if they were aware of BOTH
younger twins not only being gay, but being used as slaves by Chip, not to
mention, him beating them up, so often.

As far as I could tell, neither of the older twins, would have much of a
problem with Shane being gay, especially since Cam himself fucked the
lights out of Shane not that long ago. And if Shane was ok with Chip using
him as his slave, they probably would just brush that off as well. Then
again, they appear to be a very tight knit family, so who knows!

The only problem I could foresee, was Austin, being the little redneck that
he is. Already not showing any respect to Blake, for being gay.

Chip on the other hand, had always been a tough little bully, which I found
out first hand on my meeting with him that night at the pool hall. He
seemed to really get off on fighting, and beating up other dudes, I had
witnessed two such fights near the school, and with school opened less than
two weeks, this wasn't a good sign.

He was certainly not starting a new school year off very well, considering
all the probs he had at school the year before.

Anyway, as I was saying, school so far was going ok, and as long as I could
keep my sexuality a secret, I really couldn't see any major probs popping
up.

Today was Thursday, with two classes left, I was already given tons of home
work, most of which was due on Monday, which meant my weekend was pretty
much going to be spent at home studying. Which brings up another point,
both Cam and Case had over-achievers for girlfriends, whom they would pawn
off most of their assignments. What's up with that shit? To make that
situation even worse, Stacy and Allison would insist on doing the home work
for the twins., so that the older twins could concentrate on their sports
and stuff, the STUFF usually consisted of them fucking my face, as apposed
to them studying.

Oh well, I thought, fine with me, while I'm acing the finals, the two of
them will be sitting there scratching their heads.......going, duh!

After school started, each day had pretty much become a ritual, starting
off exactly as the day before. I had to set my alarm for two hours earlier
than I normally would, whether it was a school day or not.

I'd get my self ready for school, then jump in my pick-up, and drive to the
ranch. I had been given a list of instructions the day before this ritual
actually started. The list gave me precise instructions, exactly what I
needed to do each and every morning till further notice.

I was to enter the front door which was always kept unlocked, and if seen
by Oriana, their Housekeeper, I was to tell her that I was asked to spend a
couple of hours each morning tutoring the older twins. I tell ya, they had
everything figured out.

Then I had to wake up Case, by climbing on his bed, crawling between his
awesome thighs, and begin licking his balls.

It took me a few days to get used to the morning aroma and sweat, that
would sometimes form over night on ones nut-sac. In fact the first morning
I even felt a little nauseous.

Following my instructions to the T, I buried my face between Case's
muscular thighs, and pressed my nose into the sac, then inhaled the
aroma. As per the instructions, I needed to do this several times before
moving onto the next step.

The aroma, though I quickly became used to it, was a little different than
my morning glass of orange juice, which over the past 17 years, I had
become a little attached to, and wasn't quite ready to make such a trade.

Following my instructions, my next step was to press my lips, then my
tongue onto his balls, kissing them good morning several times. After
which, I needed to start alternating between licking them all over, and
sucking them, and continue to do so, till Case would awaken.

Once Case was fully awake, he would grab the back of my head, and lifting
it up off his sac, would brush his pre-cum covered cock-head under my nose,
and across my lips.

No words were to be spoken, till he was ready to speak.

I was to kiss his cock-head good morning, then proceed to lick his piss
slit clean of all the cock drool oozing out of it, then according to my
instructions, I was to squeeze the tip of my tongue into the piss slit, and
clean it thoroughly.

My next step was to take the head into my mouth, and suck it for several
minutes, till Case was ready to fuck my face.

He then would do so, rather gently. He'd start off with short, slow, in and
out motions, as though he was at a beach and testing the temperature of the
water with his toes.

Then after a few minutes, he would pump my mouth with long, slow in and out
movements, eventually holding my head a moment or so, with my nose pressed
tightly against his pubes.

He would continue fucking my mouth in this manner till he'd shoot his thick
cream into my mouth, or down my throat, hardly ever saying a word to me,
till he was finished. Each time his words were pretty much the same. "K,
slave boy, go wake up Cam"

After the first couple of days, I grew to think of this transition from
Case to Cam, as the calm before the storm.

Cam was just the opposite of Case in almost ever area, so why would face
fucking being any different.

The instructions I was given, were exactly the same for both Case and
Cam. Everything was the same, till it came to me sucking Cam's cock.

I would climb onto the bed, crawl up between Cam's hard sexy legs, sniff
his nut-sac for a moment or so, then gently, kiss it good morning. Then
with my mouth pressed against it, I would gently and softly, begin licking
it, then sucking it, till Cam woke up. By the way, I never believed for a
second that either of these two were sleeping beyond me climbing onto their
bed. But it was their rules, I was to play by, so I never once let on, that
I felt they were awake, from the beginning.

Once I started licking and sucking Cams balls, I would feel both his fists
grab locks of my hair, and the verbal abuse would begin. "You love the
taste of my balls in the mornin don't you queerboy? Yeeeeaaaah! You fuckin
love startin your day by sniffin my nut-sac, then lickin it, huh? You ready
to beg me for your breakfast? Come on, let me here you beg me to feed
you. Tell me how hungry you are, cunt!"

I admit, I was beginning to love Cam's muscular body, and his aggressive,
dominating attitude. It was usually at this point that I would begin gently
massaging his thick thighs, while my head laid between them. I loved it,
when he would tease me, by roughly flexing their muscles, squeezing my head
between them, till I couldn't take the pressure any more, I would then tap
his legs to ease up on the pressure he was applying. Once I was able to
breathe again, I'd start my begging. "Please Cam, please let me blow you!
I'm soooo hungry for your cock dude, I need to taste it soooo bad. Please
Cam, don't tease me dude, let me suck it for you, till you feed me your
awesome load, please?"

You would think this scenario would grow old, after a few days, but not for
Cam, he fucking loved it. He loved hearing me beg for his cock, not matter
what time day or night, or where we were, he sincerely felt my place was
groveling at his feet, begging for his cock. " Yeeeaaah! You beg good, my
little bro's taught you well, didn't they? Go ahead faggot, lick the
pre-cum off my cock-head, then kiss it good morning, before I begin fucking
your face into this mattress."

The part I didn't like still, nor probably ever will, was the taste and
smell of pre-cum, not sure why.

It just seemed too slimy and icky, and didn't smell all that great
either. However, it didn't appear that I was ever going to be given a
choice, after sucking off five different dudes, licking their pre-cum, was
automatically part of the blowjob. So I figured if I wanted to suck a dudes
cock, eating his pre-cum was part of the total package so to speak.

After licking Cam's cock-head clean, then kissing it good morning several
times, he would begin pumping my mouth. Unlike Case, Cam never, ever, did
anything slow and gently.

With his two fists locked into my hair, he would start off thrusting,
forcing me to take, the first couple of inches, of his thick eight inch
cock, after the first thrust, came the second thrust and a few more inches,
then by the third thrust, he was in all the way, holding my head tightly,
forcing me to gag, and fight for air. "Ooooooo fuckin aye faggot, I'll
never grow tired of fuckin your face, choke on it fag, yeeeaaah! I fuckin
love listening to you choke and gag, fightin for your life, with my cock
buried inside your head. Oooooh man, I love this"

Of course I didn't need to hear that comment, it was quite obvious, to me
anyway, that Cam loved choking another dude, with his huge cock.

It seemed to place him on some kind of power trip, knowing that his
powerful love muscle, was literally choking to death, another dude, while
the dude was on his knees, his head impaled on Cam's monster cock.

Cam and I both would soon be on our sides, with Cam's powerful grip on my
head, he always tried different angles, and different positions, not so
much for my comfort of course, but his own.

He'd continued blasting away at my mouth and throat, listening to me gag,
over and over again with tears streaming rapidly down my cheeks. I tried
easing my discomfort by massaging his upper legs and thighs, feeling their
hard muscles.

I even got brave enough after the third morning, to place both my hands on
his tight ass cheeks, feeling their muscle contractions, as each cheek,
would flex it's muscle, with every thrust into my mouth and throat, then
the muscles would relax, as he withdrew. I found this to be nothing less
than amazing, but more than that, it took my mind away from the beating my
mouth and throat took from Cam each and every morning. Also, feeling his
butt cheeks work over time like this, never failed to give me a wild
orgasm, without even touching my cock.

It soon became clear to me, that Cam also got off on having my hands
feeling the power, behind each of his thrusts, as on each occasion, he
would soon begin pummeling my mouth and throat with heavy blasts of his
thick boyjuice. "Oooooooh shit, take it faggot, eat my cum, oooooh fuck ya!
How's that taste homo, you love the taste of my warm, thick, cream,
dontcha? Oooooooh yeeeeaaah! Swallow it, you fuckin slaveboy!"

I could never learn to contain, all of Cam's juice inside my mouth, even
with what was flowing down my throat, lot's of it, was still oozing out
between my tightly stretched lips.

It never seemed to amaze me, how much sperm Cam could unleash, the only
other dude, that could shoot such a huge amount of boyjuice, was Chip.

Of course after I was finished licking Cam's cock-head clean, I had to get
down and lick up not only his spilt cum from the sheets, but my own as
well.

The morning ritual didn't stop with me eating their morning loads, after I
cleaned Cam's sheets, I was dragged by my hair into their shared bathroom.
Where Cam would force my head to lean over the toilet backwards, while he
straddled my throat, and pissed into my mouth, with a morning piss, that
never seemed to end. With my head leaning backwards over the toilet bowl,
what I couldn't swallow fast enough, went into the bowl, and not on the
floor.

While humiliating me beyond words, Cam loved pissing in my mouth, almost as
much as he loved choking me with his monster cock.

Again, I'm sure it only helped to increase the amount of power he would
feel, having another dude completely, and totally at his mercy.
"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah! You love the taste of my piss, dontcha? Ya you do, all
you fags love the taste of my piss."


With me looking up at him, after he finished, I shook my head no, "actually
Cam, I'd rather skip this part, if we could, not only do I not like the
taste, but, it's humiliating as hell dude"

This confession only brought a hearty laugh from Cam. "You shouldn't have
told me that queerboy, now it's only gonna make me wanna do it all the
more, and a word of advice? Unless you wanna feel these muscles, and trust
me, I don't think you wanna be messin with these guns, don't ever again
tell me what I should or shoudn't do! You're the 'Clayborne Brothers
Slave', and that's not only a title, that's a way of life faggot, so if you
don't like the taste of my piss, too fuckin bad, but don't worry, it's just
a matter of time, before you'll not only LEARN to love it, you'll beg for
it as well, just like you have learned to beg for my cock! Me on the other
hand? I fuckin love pissin in a faggots mouth, and trust me, you'll be
gettin plenty of it! Now get your ass inside the shower, and get the water
temperature to where me and my bro like it. You're already late with washin
us, and you've still got two other dudes to service! But cheer up slaveboy,
cause soon, you'll have five of us to service each morning"

I was thankful that Case never felt it necessary, to either piss on me, or
in me, yet he never criticized his twin bro for doing it either.

I hopped into the shower, and getting the water at the right temperature, I
waited for the older twins, to climb in, so that I could bathe them
completely.

After bathing, the older twins, wicked hot bodies, I was immediately sent
to Shane and Blake's room to start all over again.

However, with their very active life as slaves to Chip, they were either
rarely in the mood, or they were in a rush to get to Chips house, to take
care of his needs.

So generally, but not always, I only had the older twins to serve these
days.

So that's been my every day routine, since school started.


Mean while, I was on my way to my next to last class, when Cam came up
beside me. "Hey dude! Suuuuup? Listen! Don't make any plans for Saturday
night, you're spendin the night at the ranch, K? Catch ya later dude! Ooooh
by the way, meet me in the 3rd floor boys room after school, and don't keep
me waiting, or else!"

I actually thought I was home free today, since neither he nor Case are in
my last two classes, and neither of them said anything during our other
classes about getting together after school.

Although, I should have known better, since there hadn't been a single day
so far, I wasn't used by one, if not both of them,

directly after school.

After leaving home room, I quickly headed for the 3rd floor boy's room, not
wanting to keep Cam waiting, other wise punishment, would be a sure thing.

Cam always chose this particular bathroom, cause at this time of day,
everyone was rushing to leave the building, therefore the entire 3rd floor,
was the first to completely empty.

As I entered, I immediately saw Case leaning against the wash basin, while
Cam as usual, was staring in the mirror at himself.

Case a man of few words, would give me his usual smirk, leaving the dirty
verbal abuse solely in the hands of Cam. "Not bad slaveboy, not bad, looks
like you've learned your lessons well, not keeping us waiting. You can do
Case first, I wanna take my time with you today"

Doing Case, was always the quick and easy part of serving the twins, he,
like Blake, usually avoided a lot of foreplay, with the exception of the
wake up routine of course. Each of these two, usually got off rather
quickly. Unlike Shane and Cam, that preferred either humiliating you to
tears first, or slapping you around to show their superiority and power
over you.

Case would always enter the very last stall, followed closely by me, while
Cam stood guard outside. Once inside the stall, I'd undo his jeans, or pull
down his nylon shorts, depending on whichever he wore that day.

Both dudes almost always wore a jock, as I said , they were both very
active with all sports, so they pretty much kept themselves very busy after
school, either playing some sport or another, or practicing. So once I had
the jeans undone, or the shorts pulled down, I nearly always came face to
face with a worn jock, plum full of that days male aroma, and often the
stains and aroma from the day before.

Case, usually in a hurry to get off, would simply have me pull the jock
down, then begin sucking his cock, and today was no different.

Each of the four brothers, had become extremely tolerant, with my hands
gently rubbing their hard muscles, whether it be their sixpack abs, their
well defined chests, the rock hard thighs, or my latest favorite, their
tight well rounded ass.

Feeling their butt cheeks, as each cheek would flex it's mighty muscles
while fucking my mouth, had become a major turn on for me.

Case as usual, had gotten off rather quickly, filling my mouth to the max,
and holding my head tightly, till every single drop of his sweet cum left
it's home, and entered my belly, joining up with the large load I had
swallowed earlier that morning. "K, slaveboy now clean my dick, kiss it
goodbye till later, then pull up my jock, and shorts for me"

Case then left the stall, and Cam took his place.

Cam also was wearing nylon basketball shorts, but where as Case's shorts
were black, Cams were silver.

Did I happen to mention, that both these dudes looked sexy as hell in these
nylon shorts, each dudes cock, while even placid, provided a little tent,
just enough to tease you.

By now, I was prepared for the verbal abuse, along with the cock and
nut-sac worshiping, that came with servicing Cam. It was part of his total
package, and not to receive it, would be kind of like opening a beautifully
wrapped gift and finding the box filled with broccoli.

On my knees, while waiting for him to enter the stall, Cam looked down at
me with his usual smirk. "Bet you been waitin for this all day, huh fag?
Don't even think, I didn't notice your faggot eyes glued to my crotch
during class today. Man! How do you make it through the day, knowing that
it will be close to nine hours before tasting this again? Anyways queerboy,
pull my shorts down with your teeth!"

I had already became a pro at doing this, having to do it numerous times
with either him or Shane. I nudged my nose into his lower abs, and gently
sank my teeth between his waistband, and hard skin, and while using my
forehead and the top of my head as a brace, I tugged at the waist band,
lowering my head forcefully downward.

Once his shorts were at his ankles, I brought my head back up, and
attempted to do the same with his jock. Only to receive a stinging slap to
my face. "Who the fuck told you I was ready to have my jock lowered, huh? I
want you to fuckin lick it first fag. I want you to see what it tastes
like, after I been wearin it for three days. Go for it cumbreath, think of
it as a kinda appetizer, before the main course, ya know what I mean?"

I looked at the large bulge, knowing that behind that dirty, but sexy
cloth, was a huge set of balls, and thick cock, waiting patiently to be
cleaned, and serviced.

I stuck out my tongue and started licking the outline of his sac at the
bottom of the jock, working my way upwards.

While I lapped away, cleansing his well worn jockstrap, his power tool,
grew longer and thicker.

My mouth began feeling a bit dry, as the musky flavor from the jock worked
it's way down my throat.

Cam started laughing, "Look at you, fag! You're washin my fuckin jock
better than the washin machine at home, you fuckin love this dontcha?
Suckin my pre-cum, sweat, and piss stains, right outta my fuckin
jock-strap, Man! You're pathetic!"

I had gotten used to this verbal abuse, hearing it so often over the past
few months. Back then, I'd be crying a river right about now.

AS I continued lapping his now very tight jock-strap, I looked up and
noticed that his awesome cock-head, had snuck it's way up past the
waistband, as though it couldn't wait any longer for some major
attention. It had a small pearly white drop of cock drool, oozing out of
it's piss-slit, demanding to be lapped up.

Cam, staring down at me the whole time, caught me glancing at the sight of
his cock-head. "Your mouth must be fuckin dry by now bitch, go for it, lick
that gob of cock drool, that little drop should moisten your entire mouth
real nice. Go ahead fag, lap it up! Then you can lower my jock to the
floor, you can even use your hands, my cock's tellin me it don't wanna wait
anymore!"

I brushed my tongue over the surface of Cam's cock-head, licking up the pre
-cum that I hated so much. Cam was right, that little drop coated the
inside of my mouth, nearly making me wanna barf.

I lowered his jock to the floor, then felt Cam grab a fistful of my hair,
guiding my lips to his balls. "Now wash my balls for me, just like you did
this morning cocksucker! Come on, make it quick, my cock is ready to beat
up your mouth, again!"

As I started licking his nut-sac, it tightened up big time, telling me,
this was gonna be a quick blow job.



Cam loved having his balls licked.

Again, I figured it was the amount of power that obviously swept through
him, as he looked down at the person he had such control over, forcing them
to do this dirty deed.

Cam yanked at my hair, pulling my face up to his cock-head. "Time to make
love to my cock, you fuckin fag, KISS IT!"

I wasted no time kissing his beautiful cock-head, then licked around and
under it's rim. This being a sensitive area for Cam, as he never failed to
moan loudly each and every time I did it.

Cam didn't take the time to make me worship his cock, as he usually
does. Besides, Case was rushing him now, "Come on Cam, shoot you load dude,
we told Tony and Chris, we'd meet up with them in thirty minutes, it's
already been thirty five!"

Cam grabbed a tighter grip of my hair, and yelled for me to open wide. "K,
fag, you heard em, gonna have to fuck your mouth hard and fast now, so get
ready, cause here it comes!"

With one quick and rough thrust, Cam plowed my mouth, sending his entire
cock all the way home, leaving it there as usual, while listening to me gag
and choke, as he stood over me laughing. "Ohhhhh fuck bro! This is my
favorite part, I fuckin swear! Listen to em bro, he's fuckin chokin to
death on my thick rod."

Cam couldn't have been more to the point, I felt as though I really was
choking to death, I felt my face turning colors, as a waterfall of tears
rushed down my face, while I began pounding on his powerful legs.

It was Case's stern words that probably saved me, "I'm warning ya bro, if
you aint out here in three minutes, I'm leavin without ya, we're already
late as hell, can't you just get a normal fuckin blow job for once?"

Cam pulled his cock out slowly, leaving just the head inside my mouth, than
began pumping my mouth rapidly. "Ok, ok bro, geez, don't have a fuckin cow
man, just give me the full three minutes dude, K"

It didn't even take three minutes, right after those words left his mouth,
the mighty volcano began to erupt, and jet after jet, of hot thick lava
gushed out, filing my mouth, even after taking three huge gulps down my
throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough, and felt some slipping through my
lips, even as tight as they were.

I again began to gag, trying desperately to keep up with the amount of
sperm, Cam was forcing me to take.

Hearing Cam softly moan, while he held my head in place, told me once
again, I had served him well.


Once he was totally sure every single drop had been fed to me, he pulled
his cock out of my mouth, and ordered me to clean it up.

"You did good slaveboy, now clean me, and make it snappy! Hey bro, on my
way dude, just gotta pull my shorts up"

As he started to leave the stall, he turned to me, "K slaveboy, be at the
ranch tonight at seven, and don't forget, you're stayin at the ranch on
Saturday night! See ya tonight fag!"

I remained on my knees, till I regained my composure, then got up, went to
my locker, got my books and stuff, and left the school.

As I headed to the parking lot, I noticed two dudes leaning on my truck,
once up close, I recognized that one of the dudes was Austin.

As I approached Austin, I began to panic, not sure what was on his mind, as
he stared into my eyes with an evil grin. "Hey Cory, we missed the bus, and
my bro's are busy, so you're giving us a ride, Dustin only lives a few
minutes from here, so you're takin him home, then you and me are goin to
the ranch!"