Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 00:22:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo.com>
Subject: "Like a Pete Brown Universe" Part 2

LIKE A PETE BROWN UNIVERSE, 2A

by Master Redbeard

r-e-d-b-e-a-r-d-e-d-s-f
at y*a*h*o*o dot com

ADULTS ONLY. GAY SLAVE FICTION. If you're not of age to read this or living
in a place where it's not legal to read this, go away now!

Please go to the beginning of Part One for a complete explanation of this
story. Briefly, I consider Pete Brown to be the master at writing Gay Slave
Fiction -- he was both inspiration and proofreader for this story. The
other inspiration for this story was Carl Gallagher, a character in Season
7 of the British show Shameless. Commentary about Carl Gallagher in that TV
series can be found at the end of this section.

In Part One Carl explains how a "straight, fit lad" like himself ended up
signing a contract to be an indentured servant to a billionaire who calls
himself Mr. Masters. Mr. Masters is a big fan of Pete Brown's gay slave
fiction stories and wants to emulate them in his real life.



SECOND RECORDING: THREE YEARS LATER

It's been a long three years since I made that recording from the cage in
Mr Masters' penthouse. Now I'm sitting naked on the ground speaking into a
more sophisticated camera. He ordered me to tell the story of all that
happened since my indenture contract went into effect. He said this
recording is especially important now.

Seeing me now on camera, you can see that I don't have any hair on my
body. Although I wore boxer shorts for the last recording, I guarantee that
I did have pubes three years ago -- not a very large amount, but they were
there. Also, I no longer have a foreskin. I was a little bitter about that
when it was done. In fact I tried to protest, since I remembered something
in our contract about him not being able to remove my 'skin. But Mr Masters
just laughed and showed me the contract. It said he couldn't circumcise me
without providing proper anaesthetic and painkillers. So he stuck by the
contract and I didn't feel any pain when my 'skin was clipped.

I guess I should start where I left off. Master came into the room where I
was caged, spoke a bit to the camera, then turned the camera off. I saw
that he had a bag with him, the bag I used for my footy kit. It was stuffed
full. He saw the confusion on my face and told me, "I went `round to see
your family, lad, and picked up a few of your things. I had your father
sign a contract giving permission for you to work as my servant, which I
didn't actually need. Oh, and I'll be sending him 50 quid a week."

"Damn, he'll just spend it on booze and pills."

That was the first time my Master touched the electric prod to my skin. I
shook all over and couldn't control myself. In a calm voice, he said,
"You'd best remember that contract you signed, boy. I don't mind if you
slip and call me Sir as you have been doing. But you are now obliged to
call me Master."

I almost smiled realizing that he was now Master Masters, which seemed a
bit silly. But there was still too much pain running through all the nerves
of my body for me to smile about anything.

He went on, "I think you'll be pleased to know that, while I'm sending your
father the 50 each week, I'll be sending your sister Debbie 100 pounds a
week to take care of family expenses."

Then he turned directly to me and said, "I'm taking you to my island,
Carl."

"Master, I don't have a passport? and with the police looking for me?"

"I have it all taken care of, lad. No need for a passport the way you'll be
traveling."

Mr Masters knew what he was doing as he ordered me into the bathroom to
crap, then put me back in the cage. He said it would be a long trip and it
would be unpleasant if I had to move my bowels while I was in the cage. He
fitted a tube in my mouth and told me to suck on it when I got thirsty. I
noticed the tube was shaped like a penis. He told me the water was spiked
with something to help me stay calm and to sleep, so I sucked harder on the
penis-shaped tube. He put a sheath over my penis with a pipe to drain my
piss. Then he cuffed me to the cage and put earbuds in my ears.

He proceeded to put wood slats around the cage and hammer them in place. I
realized I was going to be shipped as cargo, just like slaves were moved
around in those Pete Brown stories he'd played for me.

Once I settled in and started to calm down, the earbuds were of course
playing more Pete Brown stories. I remember the first one was "Steve Grows
Up." In this story Steve grows up poor on a posh estate where his father is
the blacksmith. It's only when Steve turns 16 that he finds out his dad and
mum have been slaves all along, and now he's come of age and is officially
a slave. His dad takes him up to the big house where the master bum fucks
the boy, and then orders the father to do the same to him. Once again there
was a buddy named Rob who was a rotter once Steve got enslaved.

I don't know how long the trip took. I slept on and off, so I'm not sure
which Pete Brown story was which. There was one where Steve worked as a
trainer who had to fuck newly enslaved lads. Then, of course, Steve gets
enslaved [Note: Pete Brown's "Someone's Got to Do It." Another story where
Steve won't live as his uncle demands, and goes off on a solo trip on his
motorcycle. Steve gets trapped and illegally enslaved, then gets bought by
his uncle's plantation foreman. I fell back asleep at the point where the
uncle buggers Steve up his bum [Note: Pete Brown's "Enslaved"].

I was still asleep when I felt something pulling at the crate I was in. I
was scared. Was I found out? Were we at an airport? Would I go to jail? But
no, when the side of the crate was off, I saw Mr Masters. There were two
other blokes with him as well.

The other two were Polynesian, with golden skin and jet-black hair. They
were both nearly naked, wearing little things that looked a bit like
jockstraps and only just barely covered their equipment in front. The first
was a big guy named Momo who was a mountain of muscles. The other was a
slim lad who looked even younger than me named Kai.

Mr Masters stepped back and these two got me disconnected from everything
and took me out of the cage. Momo looked to the big white man and said,
"You sure got yourself a pretty one, Master."

"Take him into the shower, lads," Mr Masters commanded. The two
golden-skinned blokes half carried and half dragged me into a big shower
stall. They helped me stand and pushed my sweat-stained boxers down my
legs. They soaped me up, rinsed me off, then patted me dry with a
towel. That's when I realized our Master was sitting in a chair and
watching the whole scene as if it was an entertainment.

Next Kai took out a razor and lifted my arm. It tickled as he razored off
all my underarm hairs. He did the same under the other arm. Then he got
down and took my dick in his hand. I tried to pull away but he said, "I am
preparing you for our Master." Something about those words made my stomach
tighten up. I was being prepared -- prepared to be used for sex by a gay
bloke 40 years older than me. And Master was sitting, watching, licking his
lips and rubbing the erection sticking up in his trousers.

It was just as well I was frozen to the spot as Kai shaved away my
pubes. It wasn't a real thick patch, as I'm generally a smooth guy and
hadn't even had hairs down there for that many years, but seeing my dick
bare for the first time in years was pretty shocking. Then he ran the razor
over my lower legs where I was just getting a bit of fuzz. There were the
faint beginnings of a treasure trail going from my belly button, and that
was also shaved off. Then Kai had me turn and asked me to spread my bum and
reach back to pull the cheeks apart. When I refused, I heard Mr Masters'
voice say, "Boy, do you want a taste of the tawse so soon?"

I reached back and spread my cheeks. I heard Kai say, "I don't see anything
here that needs shaving, Master." The older white man got out of his chair
and walked over. I felt his rougher hands on my arse and I felt a finger go
right into my hole. I tensed up and he slapped my bottom. "Yes, very nice
indeed. Just as I'd hoped."

Kai went on to the next thing, which was giving me an enema. Our Master
left before this part, as he had no interest in anything that involved
shit. Then I was handed a pair of my own boxer shorts and my school
uniform. I didn't understand why I was getting dressed. For a moment I
thought perhaps Mr Masters would tell me this was all a joke and I was free
to go. But that wasn't it at all.

I would soon learn that anytime Mr Masters had me dressed in clothes, it
was so that he could get a thrill from stripping me out of them. I was led
back into the Master's study and pushed to the floor. Momo grabbed my right
wrist and right ankle and chained them together. Then before I could even
react he had done the same to my left ankle and wrist. I was lying on my
back like a turtle turned over and I was struggling against the
chains. Well, that's something you would naturally do when you're chained,
wouldn't you? Mr Masters was standing over me rubbing his hard-on in his
grey slacks, and I realized the two Polynesians had left the room.

"This is a different kind of role-play, Carl. Back when you were a free boy
in Manchester, I had you play as if you were my slaveboy. Now that you're
my slaveboy I want you to play as if you are a free boy in Manchester." He
got down beside me and was touching me up through my clothes.

The man started grabbing at my bum, squeezing the cheeks through my school
trousers. He looked me in the face and said, "Let's say my men grabbed you
on your way to school, lad. They chained you up like this and delivered you
to me. The only thing you know is that I'm a gay and I'm feeling you
up. What do you say to me, boy?"

I swallowed hard, then said, "P-please, Master, d-don't touch me like
that?"

"No, no, lad! You're not getting the point at all. Don't speak to me like
the slaveboy you are now. Speak to me like that cocky straight teenager who
was hanging out in Manchester just a few days ago. Remember a week ago
before you ever got felt up by a man, before you ever touched my cock?
React to this as you would have reacted to it then."

I took a deep breath. Did he really mean it? I shouted out, "Get your
fuckin' hands off me, you filthy old queer." He let out a soft moan and
tugged down my school trousers just to my thighs. Then he was handling my
bum through my boxers. He went from fondling my arse to slapping it. He put
one big hand up the leg of my boxers and his fingers were digging into my
crack.

I lifted my body trying to clench my bum together. "No fuckin? way, you
homo creep! If you try to stick anything in my arse I'll fuckin' kill you,
I swear."

"OK," he said in a soft, calm voice. "Then I'll just have to put my cock in
your mouth, boy."

I clamped my lips shut and shook my head as he unzipped his fly and pulled
out his thick cock. It was already glistening with pre-cum and sticking up
very stiff. He reached down and caressed my face gently as he crooned,
"I've been dreaming of stickin' this in your mouth ever since I first laid
eyes on your pretty face, boy."

Although this was a role-play, I knew those words were true. With my teeth
clenched and my face turned away I played my part and grumbled, "What's
gonna keep me from bitin' your fuckin' cock off, you filthy poofter?"

"No, I don't think you will, Carl," he chuckled almost merrily. I felt his
hand reach up the leg of my boxers and grasp my balls roughly. Then he gave
a hard squeeze. I cried out in pain. "First off, you're a smart lad. And
second, I know you'd like to keep your balls."

"P-p-please, you're hurting me." This time I wasn't play acting.

"I think you should call me Sir, Carl. Since I'm in control of you now,
show some respect." He twisted my balls harder. I groaned and said,
"P-please, Sir, d-don't... don't hurt me."

His thumb pressed hard into the back of my balls separating them and I was
really scared that he would hurt me. I had trusted this man and at that
moment I regretted my trust. "Will you promise to be a good boy, Carl, and
do as you're told?"

I gasped and nodded my head. He insisted that he had to hear it and I
whimpered, "I'll be a good boy, Sir. I'll d-d-do as I'm told, Sir."

His grip let up on my balls at the same time as his dripping wet cockhead
rubbed on my lips. He and I both knew I had never done anything like this
before. I felt the wetness and I parted my lips. My tongue came out and I
tasted my Master's pre-cum. He lowered the broad head into my mouth and I
felt it weighing on my tongue. He started out gently. He was just massaging
my tongue with the first two inches of his huge cock. He worked his hips
slowly back and forth, feeding me a little more cock each time he moved
forward.

All this time he was crooning to me what a beautiful boy I was, how
exciting it was for him to have a straight Manchester schoolboy chained up
like this, and how much his dick was dripping from the sight of my handsome
face with my mouth wrapped around his tool.

His hips were moving more vigorously and soon he was hitting the back of my
throat and I was gagging. He pulled out and I spit up some mucus. Then when
he put his cock back between my lips he was a little gentler.

He had his cock a little more than halfway in my mouth pointing straight
down since my head was on the floor. He started pumping it with his
hand. The man was jerking off into my mouth. His body was tensing up and he
was grunting as he said, "I'm your Master now, boy. And Master is going to
feed you. You're going to eat all of my spunk. Do you understand me, Carl?"

With that his cock erupted and I felt a load blast straight to the back of
my throat. I had to swallow. My mouth was filling up and I would have
choked otherwise. His thick bush was grinding into my nose. His heavy balls
were on my chin. And his cock just kept pumping away as I swallowed more
and more.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he slapped my face with it causing
the residue of his spunk to splash on my cheeks and even into my eyes.

Master grinned down at me and then undid two locks. The chains came off my
ankles and my wrists. I rubbed them to get the circulation going. He
grabbed my face and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue thrusting deep
on top of my tongue. I knew he was tasting his own sperm in my mouth. He
sure seemed to be enjoying it.

He lifted me off the floor and stripped off my school uniform so that I
stood in a pair of pale blue boxers. Then he took me into his bedroom,
tossing me down on the huge comfortable bed. He climbed in next to me and
took me in his arms. "You'll be sleeping here with me, Carl. Momo and Kai
sleep down in the servants' quarters. There may be some nights I send you
to sleep with them. But for now, I want to feel your firm young body next
to mine."

"Yes, Master," was all I could say.

He kept on kissing me and feeling me up. His hand would often wander down
to my bum, squeezing it through my boxers and then reaching into the back
of my underpants to caress my smooth cheeks.

"You know what's coming next, don't you, lad?" He brought my hand to his
stiff erection through his own boxers. "A man my age doesn't usually get
hard again so soon. But you have this effect on your old Master, Carl."

I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled. "Th-thank you, sir," almost as a
question.

He slept then and I fell asleep with his hairy arms around me, and my face
in his hairy chest. I thought about how strange this all was. One week
earlier I couldn't have imagined myself sleeping wrapped in the arms and
body of a big hairy homosexual man older than my dad.

When Mr Masters woke up his hand immediately went down to my bum and he was
squeezing each cheek. He pressed a button beside his bed and Kai appeared
in the room, grinning as he looked at us. Our Master asked, "You cleaned
this boy out thoroughly, didn't you, Kai?"

Kai nodded and assured him that he had done his job. The man just nodded
toward my bum. Kai asked me to lift my legs so that my knees were on my
chest and to hold them in place with my hands behind my knees. Then, as if
it was the most natural thing in the world, Kai tugged my boxers down my
legs, and put his face between my arse cheeks. I felt his tongue tickle my
crack and then he pushed it into me. His hands were parting my cheeks and
he was tonguefucking my hole.

I gasped from the strange sensation and Mr Masters leaned in beside me and
whispered in my ear. "I don't want to strap you down for this, Carl. You
know what your Master is going to do now. You're a tough lad, aren't you?
It's going to hurt at first, always does the first time. But the rubbing up
there is going to get to feeling nice and sensual. So you won't try to
fight me. Right, boy?"

"R-right, Master."

He smacked my bum and said, "Besides, if you don't obey I'll have you over
the horse for a paddling you won't soon forget."

There was no paddling. He began by playing with my bum. He found new ways
to touch it, to tease it, and to tease my balls as well. I lost my arse
virginity with my legs up on Mr Masters' hairy shoulders, looking right
into his face. There was a lot of kissing involved. We were in a deep kiss
when I first felt the head of his cock spread my hole open. When he saw I
was in pain, he ordered me to lick and suck on his hairy nipples. He told
me later that was to take my mind off the pain. I worshipped his chest as
he rocked his hips from side to side, trying to spread me open for the
assault. Finally he got the last bit inside me and I felt his bush grind
against my smooth thighs. I felt his balls slap against my upturned bum.

He fucked me gently at first, but then he turned rough. By the time he was
fucking me fast and hard I'd gotten used to it. The rubbing on the inside
of my hole was so intense, I actually came without touching my cock. When
Master looked down and saw that my dick was pulsing and shooting out
strings of spunk onto both our bodies, he slammed in one last time and I
felt his cock pulsating against my insides. I knew he was filling me up
with cum. He stayed inside me for a long time after.

Then he kissed me once more, long and passionate, his tongue exploring
every bit of my mouth. "Oh, you beautiful boy. I could spend the rest of my
life with my cock up inside your perfect bottom." But then he pulled out
very slowly. I saw the semen dripping out of me and making a puddle on the
bed. I was glad to see it was all clear and not brown at all. Kai had done
a good job washing me out, and an equally good job lubing my bum with his
tongue.

Our sex life continued much the same way. A lot of the time Mr Masters
would fuck me in the mouth or in the ass almost as if I was his wife, as if
we were two people in love and he was romancing me. Other times he would
want me to play act a scene with him. Maybe he was a prison guard or a
kidnapper or a blackmailer. He had a wonderfully dirty imagination and it
was always erotic. However it happened, the act of servicing my Master's
cock made my own dick bone up. Getting fucked hard by him made my cock
shoot. I still didn't think of myself as gay. But I got a lot of pleasure
from Master's cock.

I had work to do each day. I was Master's body slave, so I had to wash him
in the shower and take care of all his clothes. I never knew how to iron a
shirt before this. But I learned, with the help of a few whacks on my bum
for sloppy work. I sometimes was assigned to help Momo, who worked outside
and was a general handyman. Other times Kai would teach me things in the
kitchen. Master required me to do two hours of exercise per day, insisting
that he was paying all this money for me because of my beautiful body and
therefore I had to maintain it to his satisfaction. There were other
servants around the island, all male, all young. But they lived in a
building down at the bottom of the hill and never came into the house. The
house was Master's domain and only Kai, Momo and I entered it.

Just a few months after I arrived on the island, Master signed me up for
some online classes. It was my first time back on a computer and I was
excited. But the computer only had access to my online classes, readings,
and research websites. Master told me any grade I got below an A would mean
a punishment. Dammit! I never got a grade in school anywhere near an
A. That first semester I took a couple of nasty beatings with a switch on
my back and shoulders. I started to think Master enjoyed punishing me.

After that first semester, I started to get some A's in my online
classes. And Master decided I could take interactive classes, where all the
students appear on the screen along with the instructor, each inside our
own little box, each at our own computer screen. Master even gave me some
shirts so I could appear "normal" to my classmates, although he insisted I
stay naked from the waist down.

One time Master took the tawse to my back because I grumbled about the
food. Master would eat big piles of pancakes with eggs and bacon. I would
get a slave bar; well, it looked like an energy bar, but was made by Kai
right in the house. It was supposedly full of all the nutrients and protein
I needed. I also was permitted to eat an unlimited amount of fresh
fruit. I'd never had fruit so sweet and delicious. But not getting that
bacon, and drinking only water (when I watched Mr Masters drink the really
expensive lagers), got to me and I made what Master considered to be a rude
remark. All I did was take a bite from my slave bar and say, "Yummy" in a
bored voice. But that led to a trip to the rack.

When I was on the rack, Master opened a cabinet on the wall. I saw all
sorts of implements hanging there. He pulled out a long whip and my eyes
went wide. "P-please, master, our contract doesn't allow...."

"Fuck, the contract, boy, you're a slave!?

I froze up at that moment. He was right after all. Where could I lodge a
complaint if I was mistreated? I had no way to contact anyone, and no way
of getting off this island. I had no choice but to remain Mr Masters'
slaveboy. And yet deep down something inside me felt calm and pleased about
this.

Master would sometimes go away for one or two weeks at a time, but more
often he would take a trip for two or three days, always dealing with
business. He told me he had homes in seven different cities, but that he
considered this island his true home. He also told me that his fortune had
saved this nation that was made up of a long string of islands. In return,
he could set his own laws on his own island. That's why he had a homeland
where indentured servitude was legal.

The time Master was away I would usually spend down in the servant's
quarters with Momo and Kai. I learned that both of them came from
neighboring islands. I also learned that our Master had used both of them
for sex. "But not so much now that he has you, white boy," Momo
grinned. The two revealed that they had sex together, but they followed the
Master's rules.

"We must not jerk off or fool around in the morning or during the
day. There's always a chance Mr Masters might want one of us for fun later
on. It's only late at night after the Master is asleep that we can get
relief."

I thought about it. At that point every night had been devoted to Mr
Masters, so I hadn't even jerked off since I'd arrived on the island. Well,
technically I had jerked off, but only when the Master told me to, or when
he used his hand on my cock. I asked the two Polynesian servants if they
were gay, and they both protested that they weren't.

"But you don't mind taking the Master's cock?" I asked.

They both shook their heads no. Momo was 25 and had four more years left on
his five-year indenture contract. He told me he had a wife and two sons on
his home island, and that when he got back, he would be the richest man
there. "Plus, working here for the Master I learned so many useful
skills. I know how to do drywall, how to put shingles on a roof, how to lay
pavement, put in a driveway." I thought about that. These were skills that
a bloke could earn a living with anywhere.

Kai told me he had grown up in an orphanage. As a kid, he had felt unwanted
and that he didn't belong anywhere. The reason he always smiled around this
house was that he felt he belonged here, even though he belonged here as a
slaveboy. He told me he was half-way into a five-year contract, and said
that with the money he would get from our Master, he would start his own
business.

"Back on your own island?" I asked.

"In Australia," Kai said. "I'll get a fresh start. Master has already
helped with the paperwork for my Australian citizenship."

On another day I asked Momo, "You have two sons, right? What if, when they
came of age, the Master wanted to indenture one of them, use him in his bed
the way he has used all of us?"

Momo looked at me as if I was speaking a strange language, like he didn't
understand the question. Finally he answered, "I would consider my son to
be very lucky for such an opportunity.  He would live in this beautiful
house, earn much money, and learn many useful things."

Frustrated I snapped back, "Your son would learn how to take Master's dick
up his arse."

He sighed, "You are so young. There are so many worse things a young man
could do to earn money and get opportunities like this."

On one of the Master's long trips a few months after my arrival, the two
golden-skinned men invited me to join them for sex. I fucked Kai in the
arse. That was a first for me. I found out even Momo liked getting fucked
sometimes, and that there were times when our Master enjoyed his big
muscular body. Momo wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. Somehow
getting fucked by my Master seemed so right. But getting fucked by any
other man felt simply gay. Momo didn't try to force anything on me. The
three of us rolled around together, our hard cocks slapping into each
other. It was fun and the sort of thing I'd never have done with my mates
back home.

One time when storing some of Master's clothes, I noticed many packs of
beer in the back of his closet. I waited until the next time he traveled
for business, and took out one six pack. I told the others that I needed to
stay in Mr Masters' rooms that night and drank all six brews myself. Up
till then Master had only let me drink water and I ate nothing but slave
biscuits and fresh fruit.

I enjoyed that night, but I woke up the next morning with a splitting
headache and a terrible tummy ache. Later that day when Mr Masters was home
he called my name in a very sharp tone. I ran to his study and stood at
slave rest position in front of him. He held up an empty bottle and waved
it in front of me, "Did you think you would hide this from me, boy?"

I truly was ashamed of having disobeyed him so flagrantly. He stood up,
towered over me, and seemed even taller than he had before. "I don't like
people thinking I'm a fool. Do you think I'm a fool, Carl?"

"No, Sir. Definitely not, Master."

"Then why did you think you could get away with this?" he yelled at my
face. I was so shaken up I didn't even notice Momo and Kai in the corner of
the room. He motioned for the two of them to take me outside and place me
on the frame.

I marched out between them and saw this sturdy wooden frame with all sorts
of attachments. I tried to ask them what was going to happen, but Momo just
snapped, "Silence." He tugged down my briefs, then each of my arms was
attached to one corner at the top of the frame. Each of my feet was then
attached to another corner at the bottom of the frame, till my whole body
made an X shape, exposed naked in the sun. It was hot out, but I was
shivering from fear.

Master came out holding a tawse. It had a short handle and probably had
about 9 leather strips coming out of it. I saw how small it was and started
to relax. Yes, I figured it would hurt, but how much harm could be done by
such a small thing? Then the Master raised it above his head and slashed at
my shoulders. I screamed in pain. A second slash on my shoulders, and a
third. He came around to my front and slashed the tawse across my belly. As
I sucked in my gut trying to find a way to alleviate the throbbing pain, I
felt the leather strands slash right across my nipples. I swear it felt
like he had sliced each nipple in two.

Master was silent as he continued to slash at my naked body. But for some
reason he never marked my arse. Wasn't that always the first place where a
slave was whipped or tawsed? Master told me much later on that he loved my
arse so much he didn't want to leave any marks on it. There were slashes
all down the back of my body, across my shoulders and lower back, and even
down the backs of my legs. But my bum was spared. There were also red
stripes left on the front of my body. Master's final slash went across my
cock and balls.

It was only then that I realized I was weeping, there were tears streaming
down my face. But I wasn't weeping from the pain. The tears, strangely
enough, were because I had disappointed my Master. I was still attached to
the frame and didn't know where he was. I didn't know if he could hear
me. But I started crying out, "Master, I'm so sorry. Master, please forgive
me. Master, I'll never disappoint you again. Please, Master, I need you."

I was amazed as the words came out of my mouth. Did I really need Mr
Masters? Did I now have a need in me to be his slave?

Kai and Momo helped me down from the frame. They were gentle as they led me
inside to the slave quarters. "You'll be sleeping here for the time being,"
Momo said to me. And I felt my heart go even heavier. Master had kicked me
out of his bed.

Kai rubbed my body with a soothing lotion, but it hardly helped. I mean, if
you're beaten on your back you can lie on your front and vice versa, right?
But when you're beaten on both sides of your body, there's no way you can
get comfortable. Kai did his best, laying me out on very soft fabric and
leaving my naked body uncovered.

Kai comforted me but he wouldn't speak to me. Other than bringing me my
slave biscuits and fruit, nobody in the house talked to me. I asked Kai how
Master was, and if he had forgiven me. Kai just said, "I'm not supposed to
talk to you."

What would happen to me now? I remembered that when I negotiated the
contract with Mr Masters, we had added a clause that said he couldn't sell
me. Oh fuck! I never added a clause to say he couldn't give me away! After
all, he was so rich he probably gave his friends gifts of big fancy cars,
and maybe slaveboys as well.

But would he really get rid of me based on one incident of misbehavior. I
stayed on the bed for two days, only getting up to bathe in Epsom
salts. Then Momo directed me outside to help him lay tiles for a new
pathway. I was kept naked. I just focused on the work, but once in a while
I looked up to the window that I knew was Master's study. I never saw him.

After five days of this backbreaking labor, I was washed thoroughly and
sent naked to the Master's room. I stood in display position and he walked
around me, no expression on his face. My body was shivering. I felt as
though tears were welling up in my eyes and I tried to stop them.

Then Master leaned back against his desk and looked me up and down with a
strange, self-satisfied grin on his face. "I heard everything you called
out after your punishment, Carl. I've been keeping tabs on you over these
days, believe me."

I looked at him and didn't know how to react. Then without realizing what I
was going to do, I fell to my knees in front of him and cried out,
"Master!" I was weeping and begging his forgiveness, my arms wrapped around
his legs. When he stroked my face I just kissed his hand. "Anything,
Master, anything to serve you." As I said it, I knew I meant it.

I still remember that moment, and I always will.

Now it's getting close to the end of three years, the end of my contract
with Master. There have been other times Master has punished me. Each time
I've found that the pain of his disapproval was more intense than the pain
inflicted on my body.

Just a few months ago we were in bed together, talking softly late at
night. Master mentioned that incident, my first really big punishment. He
told me that he knew I didn't think he was a fool, that subconsciously I
was testing him, in a strange way I wanted a punishment from him. When he
said this I blushed since I knew what he said was true.

The reason Master said it's important for me to make this recording now is
because my contract is over in a few days. I've told Master I don't want to
go free. I told him I'll sign a lifetime contract with him. He warned me
that there would be no limits and no clauses in a lifetime indenture; that
I would be his property to do with as he pleased.

My voice cracked and I hid my face in his warm hairy chest when I told him
I loved him and needed him.

He told me that I had to make this recording because it would be evidence
in my own voice that I was of sound mind and that I really was requesting
lifetime indenture with him. Maybe these are my last words to the world
beyond this island. Or maybe I've now disappeared from the world and nobody
outside this island will ever hear from me or know my whereabouts again.

I'm calm and happy, leaving myself in the hands of my Master.  - - - - -



PART THREE: TEN YEARS SINCE THE FIRST RECORDING

Funny isn't it? I was in my boxer shorts, in a cage when I made the first
recording. I was a naked, collared slave when I made the second
recording. And for this recording I'm wearing an Italian suit that costs as
much as most mid-sized cars.

Other things have changed. First, Mr Masters was Sir. Then he became
Master. And then six years ago he became Dad. That's right, the man I was
serving came to me six years ago with some papers and told me to sign. I
didn't read any of it. He was my Master, I trusted him and always did as he
said. He laughed, "Don't you remember that Pete Brown story `Always Read
the Contract'?"

I found out later that the paperwork I had signed meant he had adopted
me. I became Carl G. Masters.

It was odd to be free of my indenture. Dad brought me clothes, only the
best and most expensive (although I'd have preferred jeans and pullovers),
and told me I would go on some business trips with him. I reminded him of
the charge of murder against me, the incident where the slutty girl's
brother had bashed in the other bloke's head and then framed me for
it. That predicament was what had prompted me to sign the three-year
indenture contract in the first place. And, of course, I didn't have a
passport. He told me the real killer had confessed (I suspect Mr Masters
had a hand in that), then handed me a passport for Carl G. Masters and said
I'd be traveling with him on his private jet. I supposed if you have enough
money you could buy anything.

The first few business meetings, he introduced me as his son and nobody
questioned that. Every so often I would listen to what everyone was saying
and later on share a suggestion with him. Dad told me I had some good ideas
and some of my proposals had been adopted. But he could tell I was bored at
these meetings. I wasn't the sort of bloke to sit in an office all day, or
jabber on about this or that way to make more money. But I kept traveling
with him on business trips. He'd still introduce me as his son, and I'd
then go off to enjoy the day in whatever new city we visited.

Sometimes at the end of his business meeting, I'd come get him in a
chauffeured limousine with tinted windows and dark tinted partition. Riding
back to our hotel or home, I'd get down on my knees in my expensive suit,
unzip him and suck his cock right in the car. A few times he'd been with
some CEO, asked for a private meeting room and brought me in with him. He
liked bending me over a desk, pulling down my suit pants and boxers, and
ramming his cock into me hard and fast, while businesspeople were at work
right on the other side of the wall.

We still spent as much time as we could back on the island. That was our
home. I could now find our island home on a map, though it was very small
in a very big ocean. A year of so back, we visited Momo's home on a nearby
island. He had a thriving business as a builder, having made the most of
the skills he learned and the money he earned in Mr Masters' service. He
also now had four more sons. Momo brought his oldest son on a visit back to
our private island. The lad had a boyish face but a real manly chest and
body. He and his father signed a contract and now the boy is my personal
body slave. I've sometimes had to spank him by hand, once used the paddle
on him, but still haven't used a tawse on his fine strong butt. He's a
sweet lad.

Dad now has two new slaveboys on the island. Nico is slim and boyish, while
Nob is big and powerful. I suppose Mr Masters is a creature of habit.

Truthfully, after being adopted by Mr Masters I enjoyed our sex life in a
whole new way. Now that he was officially my father, he would talk dirty to
me about sucking daddy's cock or getting daddy's dick up my bum. Hell, my
real father was a pathetic loser, scrawny and dirty and ugly. Mr Masters is
a man I'm proud to serve. He likes me to call him Dad in the bedroom, but
sometimes I'll revert to calling him Master.

One of our first trips after I was adopted was back to Manchester. Dad
reminded me that I had earned 150,000K by serving out my indenture
contract, but now that I was his son I certainly didn't need that paltry
sum of money. We met up with my sister Debbie and my brothers Ian and
Liam. I gave each of them 50,000 to do with as they pleased. As for Mr
Masters, I introduced him as my employer and explained that he had decided
to adopt me so he was now my father.

Ian, who is gay, took me aside and asked me what the real story was. As
I've said I'm a terrible liar. I just smiled, a bit embarrassed, and said,
"Debbie and Liam won't understand, so keep your mouth shut, mate." He
winked at me and I blushed even deeper.

My father, Mr Masters, told me that he had hoped I would take over his
business interests, but he saw that wasn't the sort of thing I could put my
heart into. He made provisions for me to have a healthy income for the rest
of my life, but he said he didn't want me to become some idle rich
brat. (Back when I was Carl Gallagher at Chatsworth Estates there were
fears I could turn into a lot of things, but no worries I'd become an idle,
rich brat.)

I did find something worthwhile I could devote myself to. I've been
supervising construction projects on many of the other islands in our
archipelago. Some of the projects involve laying roads or building
housing. But many simply involve raising the elevation of certain key areas
or putting in barriers to the rising ocean levels. It's not as hugely
profitable as some of dad's companies that just move money around from one
pocket to another. But it brings in some profits, and best of all I know
that what I'm doing is worthwhile.

On some of these projects I've hired Momo's construction crew, making him
even wealthier (though Momo still seems intent on getting me to indenture
one of his other sons). Sometimes dad and I will visit a site together to
look over the progress. In truth, we're also looking over the finely
muscled shirtless workers, golden pecs glistening in the sun.

Dad and I just watched the earlier two videos I recorded ten and seven
years ago. I'll admit I was a cute lad when I first signed that indenture
contract. But now my body has filled out, my chest is broader, my shoulders
wider. My tummy is still flat and hard as ever, with defined abs, but even
though I still have a narrow waist it has thickened as one would expect now
that I'm in my late 20s. Dad likes to joke with me that I now have more of
a rugby player's physique. He tells me, "If you were auctioned now perhaps
you'd even be of interest to Mr Pete Brown himself." I know he's joking,
but the thought of being auctioned off always gets my dick hard, and the
fantasy of serving as slaveboy to the Master of Gay Slave Fiction himself
has often made me shoot my load.

I try not to think too far into the future. Mr Masters is in his 60s now,
though he's still fit and strong. My life has revolved around this man so
intensely I can't imagine what it would be like without him. But then again
who could've imagined that signing up for a blowjob ten years ago would
have led to this life I lead now?

THE END

- - - - - - - - - -

ABOUT CARL GALLAGHER ON SHAMELESS (the British version) Season 7:

At the beginning of Shameless, Carl (played by actor Elliot Tittensor) is a
scrawny little kid in the background. But as of Season 7 the character was
supposed to be 18 (and the actor was 21) and the writers kept finding
excuses to display Carl's chest, his abs, and his butt. They wrote Carl as
always horny, always finding girls to fuck with, proudly well hung, and an
accomplished cocksman for one so young.

Along the way, Carl got into all sorts of jams that could easily have led
to gay porno stories.

So I got the hots for Carl Gallagher. (Not the actor playing him, but the
character himself.) Aside from a cute, boyish face, a beautiful V-shaped
back, and a butt you just want to eat up, Carl seemed the quintessential
boy in a gay slave story.

This character is part of a family on public assistance with seven
children, a mother who's run away and a father who's never held a job and
spends all the public assistance money on booze and pills. Carl has done
petty robberies since he was small, and will take any drug offered to
him. He will also follow any female if he thinks it may lead to sex. Also
he seems to be the dense one in the family, never quite understanding
what's going on. Can you see the story possibilities?

As related in this story: If we lived in a Pete Brown universe where
families with too many children, who were on public assistance, had to turn
over one son for indenture, Carl would definitely be indentured. If there
were slavers looking for a dupe who would sign anything and jump at any
opportunity, no matter how bogus, Carl would get indentured (well, he's by
far the cutest lad in the neighborhood and he's dumb enough to sign
anything). There's also the likelihood Carl would have been conned by some
pretty girl or some drug dealer and found himself in a cellar surrounded by
brutish homosexuals. Or it's likely Carl would get caught by the police for
his petty thefts and drug dealing, would eventually go to prison, and would
get bumfucked there. And of course, in a Pete Brown Universe, things like
theft, drugs and screwing with the wrong girls could all lead to
court-ordered enslavement.

Add to that how damn cute Carl Gallagher is, and the incredible shape of
his trim, muscled body.

The last episode of Season 6 ends with a shot of Carl screwing a girl
against a wall. His track pants and colored briefs are pulled down below
his butt cheeks and his butt is moving in and out (as it does during a
vigorous fuck). I could JO to that one shot indefinitely.

In the first episode of Season 7, Carl is walking around the house in only
a pair of colored briefs. No shirt, no shoes, nothing but briefs. He's in
the kitchen with family members, male and female, totally
unselfconscious. Unfortunately, his head hair grows in longer in Season 7,
I liked his hair in the earlier Marine-style buzzcut. But this is
definitely another scene to freeze frame.

If you do the right image search you may find a shot of Carl's butt as he
pushes down his briefs and displays himself to a sophisticated woman and a
handsome hunky guy. The story behind that: Jamie Maguire (handsome hunk,
and there are also butt shots of him in the series) starts earning money by
going with older women. When he tells the sophisticated lady pimp that he
needs to be faithful to his wife, she says, "But I'll need a replacement."
Next shot is Carl peeling down his briefs and looking very smug as the two
of them check out his equipment.

Hot damn! It's a very short scene, and the whole situation is never
referred to again. But I would imagine with a young, dense bloke like Carl
working for her, she would eventually offer him more money to go with a
man. I used this scenario at the start of the story above.

In one episode (I think it's Season 8), there's a shot of the local brothel
and Lillian, the ugly old lady who runs it. Carl is wearing a short white
French Maid's apron and vacuuming the floor. He's shirtless and as he turns
you see he has nothing on under the apron (another very quick butt
shot). As he leaves through the door, Lillian swats his butt with a rolled
up newspaper. No context, no explanation, but in my gay porn imagination I
could imagine some of the old codgers who frequent the whorehouse walking
in on this scene and asking about the availability of the lad with the
perfect buttcheeks. This scene also kept me watching the series even as the
writing got lamer.

Then there's the episode where Carl gets curious about ass fucking. He
talks to his brother Ian (who is gay) and Ian's closet case roommate at the
time, Micky. Clearly Micky is getting turned on by the conversation and
wants to encourage Carl to experiment (They're on the same footy squad and
Micky has watched Carl in the showers. There's another episode where Carl
is washing a car shirtless, with his pants drooping low. He's trying to be
sexy for some girls nearby. He doesn't realize Micky is on the other side
of the fence watching him and jerking off).

Back to the curiosity about assfucking: Carl decides to get daring and puts
one of those squeaky whistles in his anus (the sort you blow on New Year's
Eve and a paper snake unrolls from it). So he walks around a bit with the
whistle part inside him, then reaches around to pull it out. But he
realizes he only pulled out the paper part and the plastic whistle part has
gone further inside. Each time he has wind the whistle blows.

I was disappointed in the outcome. Carl goes to Lillian who's clearly
getting a thrill from giving his beautiful arse an enema. It's obvious to
me that Carl should have gone to Micky. I could just see how Micky would
deal with the lad's problem. First, of course Micky would check if he could
get it out by hand (knowing he couldn't). Carl would be bent over doggie
style, pulling down just the back of his track pants and his
underpants. Micky would spend a long time examining Carl and getting as
many fingers into the lad as he could. I imagine Micky has one hand up
Carl's hole, and is jerking off in his track pants with his other hand.

Of course Micky would tell Carl that he has to strip totally naked for the
enema ("Well, you don't want crap dripping on your nice new trackies and
trainers, do you?"). Carl would opt to keep his briefs on covering his dick
and balls, but pull them down in the back to reveal his asshole. (Oh, these
straights who hide their dicks from gays, but don't realize some of us are
much more interested in the rear view!)

I'm sure Micky would have found an excuse to work at least two fingers
around into Carl's butthole, greasing him up before the enema. In my
version, when Micky puts the nozzle up Carl's hole, and Carl can't move or
else he'll drip shitty water all over, that's when Micky would whip out his
dick and just start jerking off all over Carl, shooting his wad on Carl's
well-muscled back (and of course getting some photos) before Carl could
release the water from his ass.

I should also point out that the scenario referenced in the story above,
about Carl witnessing a boy getting his head bashed in and then becoming
the prime suspect accused of the murder, is also based on an episode of
Shameless.

BTW: I was also a huge fan of the first few seasons of the British version
of Shameless (haven't watched the American version yet). I highly recommend
the first two seasons for the clever writing. Also, the series was always
generous with lovely male butt shots of oldest brother Phillip, Kevin, the
original hunky bartender, and others. By season 6 the plots were running
thin and oftentimes ridiculous. The mood of the show became much darker and
was unlike the earlier seasons. I kept on watching it simply because of all
those teasing shots of Carl Gallagher having sex, Carl's butt, Carl's
chest, Carl's abs, and even Carl Gallagher's underpants.

- - - - -

THE FOLLOWING PETE BROWN STORIES ARE REFERENCED IN "LIKE A PETE BROWN UNIVERSE"
YOU CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH A SLAVE
ENSLAVED
STEVE GROWS UP
THE LABOURER
SOMEONE HAS TO DO IT
ALWAYS READ THE CONTRACT
THE FUCK CLUB
- - - - -
- You can read Pete Brown's stories on Nifty (www.nifty.org). All Pete's
stories can be located by clicking on ?Authors? then scrolling down the
list on the left. Or by using Nifty's search function. Pete Brown's stories
are also available at
https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/petebrownseroticstories/ 

comments or compliments?
r-e-d-b-e-a-r-d-e-d-s-f
at y?a?h?o?o - dot - com