Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 15:23:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motorhome Slaveboy 07

Motorhome Slaveboy 07
Copyright 2003by hgo469@yahoo.com

All Rights Reserved

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!


If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more.  Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

Chapter 7
David's Revenge

	When Cole left with Kent and Michael, his last words were that he
was leaving David completely in charge of whatever was to happen that
night. Willy gave a bit of a questioning look but Cole ignored it and left.
	David stood in the middle of the playroom, surveying all that had
been left in his care.  Honestly, he was a bit worried that he wasn't ready
for this much responsibility; however, he did want to get back at his
brothers for the way they had treated him for the last two years. First, he
opened each of the toy cabinets to see just what kind of things were
available -- he didn't even know what some of them were used for, but all
of them looked like they could be painful and that was a good start.
	Willy stepped to his side and whispered softly, "I know Master Cole
left you in charge and I will do whatever you tell me to do; however, if
you want any suggestions or are unsure exactly how to use anything here I
am here to help."
	David thanked him and then turned back to the toy cabinets, already
he had an idea or two.
	"Pull those two out of their cages," he said pointing to his
brothers.
	Willy and Tim unlocked the two cages and pulled the twins out and
to their feet. Their hands were still cuffed behind them and after having
been in the small cages for a few hours their legs weren't ready to support
them very well.
	The twins were held up next to one another and David stepped up in
front of them. He took hold of both boys' right nipples and started to
pinch as hard as he could, pressing with his fingernails until a single
drop of blood appeared on each helpless boy's chest.
	"You guys take hold of the other ones and pinch just as hard -- I
want them to remember something."
	Willy and Tim did as instructed.
	"Please Josh, I'm your brother," one of the twins said, "We should
stick together, we're family."
	David slapped him across the face with his open hand. "That's no
longer my name and when I was disowned all our family ties were severed,"
he said with a snarl. A large red blotch appeared on the struck boy's face.
	"You are now a slave, the lowest of slaves as you are a slave to a
slave. You will call everyone 'Sir' at all times except for my Master whom
you will call 'Master'! You will do ANYTHING you are told by ANYONE at once
or you will be punished."
	Both twins shook their heads; they couldn't believe that this was
happening to them.
	"But, slavery is illegal, we learned that in school," said the
other twin.
	"Legal doesn't have anything to do with it. Everyone here is a
slave and there is nothing that they can do about it. If you're lucky and
obey your Master may be kind -- or he may be mean and beat you all the time
just for the fun of it -- it is entirely up to your Master. In this case,
your Master is me! And I have a few scores to settle for things in the
past."
	"But-but-but--"
	David cut him off, "There are no buts, get accustomed to it, this
is how it is, period!"
	Willy and Tim smiled at each other, they knew that David had
crossed an important line -- he would be both a good slave and a good
Master.
	David pulled a couple of long rawhide cords from a drawer and
handed them to Willy and Tim. "Tie these around those two useless pieces of
shit's nuts so that the sacs are stretched as far as you can stretch them,"
he said. "I don't want to dirty my hands on the like of them."
	The two boys set to the task at hand -- it only took a minute for
the two helpless boy's nut sacs to be stretched tight.
	"Now hang these weights from them," David handed over lead weights
to be attached to the nut sacs. "When the weights are secure, drop them."
	The weights fell, pulling hard on the already abused nut sacs and
the twins both let out gasps of pain.
	"Gag them, I don't want to hear anything from them." He turned to
the two captives, "You are going to wish that you had never taken advantage
of me when we lived together -- real brothers wouldn't have done something
like that -- now you are going to pay."
	Arnie watched from his cell, hoping that he wasn't in for the same
sort of treatment -- he wasn't sure that he could take it, not that he
would have any choice in the matter.
	"Open that other cell and bring out that slave out," David
ordered. Tim quickly brought Arnie before David. Arnie was trembling a bit
with fear, what was this boy going to do with him?
	"Have you ever fucked another guy?" David asked the naked
15-year-old.
	"N-n-no, Sir," Arnie managed to say through trembling lips.
	"Well, you are going to get the chance now," David said with a
smile.
	"B-b-but, I'm n-n-not g-g-gay," Arnie stammered.
	"So what? A hard cock has no conscience that I know of, and you're
just another slave now, so you had better change your thinking. I rather
doubt that you're going to have many chances to fuck anyone for some time
to come so enjoy this occasion."
	The twins were tied over a rail so that their ankles and wrists
were tied to the floor and their butts were pointed at the ceiling. You
could still see the results of the paddling they had received at the
church.
	David handed a paddle to Arnie, "Twenty strokes on the butt of the
one on the left, and put everything you've got into it or you will replace
him and receive forty."
	Arnie looked at the paddle he had been handed -- it looked a bit
like a short canoe paddle except that there were a number of large holes in
the blade. He swung it through the air once and heard the sounds of the air
whistling through the holes. He knew this was going to hurt, still, better
the bound twin than him.
	"Try to give an even number to each asscheek, but don't just
alternate -- I don't want him to know where the blow is going to land until
he feels it," David said as he took up a similar paddle and tested it with
a couple of swings.
	David nodded to Arnie and the boy took a massive swing that landed
right in the middle of the bound slave's left cheek with a loud CRACK!
	The helpless boy struggled against the bondage that held him
immobile; however, he resisted the need to scream into his gag with the
pain, he wasn't going to give his tormentors that satisfaction.
	CRACK!
	Another blow fell right on top of the first, leaving a large red
blotch with small white circles across the abused cheek. Again, he
suppressed the need to scream.
	CRACK!
	A third blow fell, this time on the other side, leaving it's bright
cherry red imprint as the paddle was pulled away. Still, he kept his
silence.
	"Wait a minute, I don't think the message is getting through
properly," David said to Arnie, causing the boy to stop his next swing in
mid-air. David turned his attention to the boys who were bend helplessly
over the wooden railing, kicking at the weights that still dangled from
their abused nut sacs. "I can't hear you counting the strokes through those
gags, we're going to have to start over."
	The gags were removed. "Now, after each stroke I want to hear count
it off and then say, 'Thank you, Sir, may I have another.' If I don't hear
it, can't understand it, or if you lose count we will start over." David
placed himself behind the other twin and with a mighty swing connected with
the bound boy's naked ass.
	CRACK!
	The twin said nothing, resisting just as his brother had.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	Both of the helpless boys felt the connection of wood against their
asscheeks.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	The paddles fell again, if it was possible, even harder.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	Tears were rolling down both boys' faces and then Able, his
quivering voice very soft said, "That's one, S-s-sir, please may I have
another."
	"What did you say, slave?" David snarled.
	A bit louder Able repeated, "That's one, Sir, please may I have
another."
	Hearing his brother give in shattered the last of Joseph's will to
resist and he too said, "That's one, Sir, please may I have another."
	David nodded to Arnie and they both let fly with another massive
stroke against their helpless targets.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	"That's two, Sir, please may I have another," the two boys said in
unison.
	The blows rained against the already red and abused asses, pausing
only long enough for the twins to repeat the mantra that they had been
given.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	"That's nineteen, Sir, please may I have another."
	David motioned to Arnie that this time they should try to cover
both cheeks at the same time and with as much force as they could muster.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	"The twenty, Sir, please may I have another," the twins chanted in
unison, both hoping that David would stop now that he had reached the
stated twenty.
	"They still want more," David said to Arnie, "my arm is getting
tired, I guess we could have the others take over for another fifty or so
don't you think?"
	"Up to you sir, but they are asking for it," Arnie replied
wondering if that many more strokes night not permanently injure or even
kill the recipients.
	"Please, Sir, you said if we counted them properly you would only
give us twenty,"
	"You asked me for another, didn't you?"
	"Uh, yes sir," he was trapped, if he didn't ask for more they would
start over and if he did ask for more he appeared to be going to receive
them.
	"Well," David said and then nodded to Arnie to give his victim
another stroke while he did the same.
	CRACK! CRACK!
	Both bound boys yelled with the pain and then managed to say,
"That's twenty-one, Sir, please may I have another."
	"That's enough for now, but I'll remember that you wanted more and
give them to you later." He put both paddles away and then turned back to
Arnie. "Okay, I think he's about ready for you to fuck him, aren't you
slave?"
	"Sir," Able said through tears and quivering lips, "I've never been
fucked."
	"Well, then I think it is time that you were fucked and giving up
your cherry to another slave is about the lowest thing I can think of." He
smiled. "He's all yours, boy. Take him."
	"What about something to grease him up?" Arnie asked.
	"He doesn't deserve it," David said with an evil grin.
	"But it might hurt me."
	"True," David thought for a moment, "Willy, get Arnie some lube."
	Willy lubed Arnie's cock and then did the same for David. After
that, he inserted a greased finger into each of the helpless boy's exposed
assholes.
	Both bound boys gasped as the unexpected finger probed into a place
where such a thing had never been before.
	David stood behind his helpless brother and rubbed his erection up
and down the crack between his cheeks, pausing momentarily at the rosebud
pucker where he intended to insert himself. Arnie watched and then did his
best to imitate David's actions.
	The helpless twins knew that there was nothing they could do or say
that was going to preserve their cherries, they were going to be fucked and
that was that. The position they were in left them open and ready for
almost anything, they couldn't even try to close their legs and keep an
invader out that way.
	David pushed his mushroom shaped cockhead against the resisting
asshole. The sphincter muscle before him tried to close tight and prevent
entry; however, the lubrication on David's cock as well as that which now
coated the inside of the closed orifice was enough that there was no way to
keep the fleshy invader from pushing through. In short order David's
cockhead was housed in the hot, moist bowels of the helpless boy before
him. Without waiting for his victim's rectum to adjust to the fullness it
now felt he began to push forward until he managed to bury his member as
deep as he could, pressing against the prostate as it passed.
	When he reached bottom he reversed course and pulled out until once
again only the head was still inside and the clenching sphincter muscle was
grasping around the glans as if to prevent him from removing it completely.
	Again he pressed forward, beginning to build a rhythmic fucking
stroke which increased in speed with each change of direction until he was
plunging in and out of the no longer virgin asshole with a velocity that
brought his groin into contact with the red hot asscheeks with an audible
slap and a whimper of pain from the helpless boy he was using for his own
pleasure.
	Joseph tried to tell himself that he wasn't enjoying the violation
of his rectum by his brother, but his cock had grown quite hard despite the
pain from the paddling, fucking and weight that was still hanging from his
nuts. Each time that David's cock pressed against his prostate a spark ran
through him as if he were attached to electric current. He worried that
perhaps he was actually enjoying his situation.
	Meanwhile, Arnie had watched what David was doing and tried to
duplicate it to the best of his ability. Abel's sphincter resisted and
Arnie was about to pull back, admitting defeat when it began to open and
allowed his cockhead entry. Arnie had never felt anything as tight and
wonderful on his cock in his entire life. The boy under him began to try to
expel the invader and in so doing, he managed to massage the invading cock
to an even harder state.
	Arnie watched as David began to plunge deep into Joseph's rectum
and then he followed along, doing exactly the same. He matched David stroke
for stroke, bringing himself pleasures that he had never even know existed
before.
	Abel had stopped attempting to resist the invader and was just
enjoying the new sensations that were flowing through his body. He now
wished that he had been able to do something like this with Joseph in the
past, as it appeared that they weren't going to be able to do much of
anything on their own for some time to come. He only hoped that his
brother, whatever he called himself now, would decide that blood was
thicker than water and help them to escape to somewhere where they could be
together and enjoy what he was learning now.
	David and Arnie shot their loads into the bowels of the helpless
twins at almost the same moment, each savoring the feeling of being the
very first to have done so. A boy's cherry was something that could only be
given away once; David had given his to Master Cole while Arnie had lost
his to Master Royce who had then traded him away. He wished that he could
have reserved it for someone who would have appreciated it.
	Arnie was beginning to recognize that he was destined to be a
slave, and that he had best accept it. Still, if it meant being treated as
David was treating him right now it wouldn't be too bad.  The question was
what would happen next.

* * * * *

	David was enjoying his mastery over his brothers, it was the first
time that he had ever really be in charge of them and this time there
wasn't anything that they could do about it. Just for the hell of it he
kicked at the weights that were still hanging from their nuts, causing the
boys to groan into their gags.
	"Put them on the racks," he said to Willy, "I think they need to be
a bit taller." He gave an evil grin as Willy and Tim repositioned the twins
so that they were standing against the wall with their ankles locked
tightly to the floor and their wrists stretched above their heads and
pulled tight.
	The weights were removed from their nuts and a cord was stretched
from one helpless boy to the other through a series of pulleys so that if
one boy attempted to relax some of the strain on his arms he pulled hard
against the nuts of the other.
	David turned to Willy, "You and Tim can climb up into the front
bunk together, I'm going to use the main bed in the back tonight. I don't
think I'll need any more assistance from you guys -- these two aren't going
anywhere, that's for sure."
	"What about--" he nodded toward Arnie, "will he be okay?"
	"You're not going anywhere tonight, are you?" David asked the boy
who was helping in the torture of the twins.
	"N-no, Sir," Arnie said, not all that convincingly.
	"Well, it doesn't make much difference, Master Cole locked the door
from the outside, none of the windows will open and only I can open the
gate to get at the driver's controls," Willy said.  "If you're not going to
put him back in his cage tonight, I suggest that you chain him up a bit
just to be sure."
	David nodded. Willy and Tim climbed into the bunk and slid the door
shut -- they were going to enjoy the fact that David hadn't restricted
their movements at all and spend at least part of the night exploring each
other's body. During the trip down to Tulsa Willy had been ordered to keep
his hands off Tim and concentrate on his driving skills so this was their
first chance to be alone together with no rules.
	David picked up two large feather dusters, handing one to
Arnie. "These two are extremely ticklish and since they are still unable to
do anything to resist I think this is the right time to see just how much
of this they can handle."
	Arnie looked at the feathers, he had never thought of something as
light as a feather to be a tool for torture, but then he wasn't very
ticklish either.
	David approached his helpless twin brothers, stood between them and
asked with a leer, "How does it feel now that the shoe is on the other
foot?" He paused a moment. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He
made another wicked grin in his brothers' direction. "Maybe I should let
you tell me all about it," he started removing the gags. "This coach is
soundproofed so you can yell all you want -- no one is going to hear you,
but if you're too noise I might have to put another gag in." He picked up a
leather gag with a monster rubber dildoe attached. "How about this one?"
	The twins didn't say anything; they just worked their jaws around a
bit after having been gagged for some time.
	"Okay, Arnie, you work on Abel, I'll do Joseph, I want them
laughing until they are crying and begging for mercy -- then I think about
giving them some, just like they gave me back in West Virginia."
	Arnie wiggled the feather duster at Abel, at first barely touching
the stretched out youth, then he moved in a bit and ran the feathers around
between the helpless boy's legs, teasing his nuts and the tip of his cock.
	Abel started to giggle and tried to pull away from the tormenting
feathers, only he was securely bound and could only more his groin around a
bit, only when he did that he caused the cord that passed from his bound
nuts to the twin's to pull and this produced a very sharp pain for both the
captive boys. Now Arnie gained some confidence in what he was doing and he
switched to working the feathers around onto Abel's ribs and underarms. His
victim lost control and began to laugh hysterically, pulling harder than
ever on the cord between the two boys' nuts, bringing more and more pain as
he struggled with the torment of the tickling from which he could not
escape.
	David worked on Joseph in much the same manner, bringing the
helpless boy to tears while his body was wracked with gales of laughter. He
also pulled on the cord that bound his nut sac to his brother's, creating
even more pain for both of them.
	David looked over at Arnie and saw that all of his reluctance to
punish the bound boy before him had disappeared and he was really giving
Abel a serious tickling that had Abel begging and promising him anything if
he would just stop.
	"Anything?" Arnie asked with another sweep of the feathers over his
victim's stretched abdomen.
	David looked at Joseph, "What about you, are you ready to surrender
completely?"
	"Please, anything you want, just stop," he almost cried through the
laughter and tears that simultaneously poured from him as his brother
continued the unrelenting tickling.
	David turned to Arnie, "Let them rest a moment, then we'll see if
they need some more convincing."
	Arnie stepped back reluctantly, his 5 inches of uncut cock standing
erect and dripping before him, he continued to wave the feather duster
around, but as instructed he didn't allow it to touch the bound boy.
	David eyed Arnie's cock, the boy's reaction to being allowed to
join in on the torturing of the twins indicated that he wasn't really going
to be much of a problem either -- perhaps he was just like David himself, a
natural born slave.
	When the twins had stopped laughing and caught their breath David
told Arnie to stand between the bound boys and then pay close attention to
what he was going to say.
	"All three of you are now slaves, just as I am, the only difference
is that not only are you slaves to my Master, but you are slaves to me as
well. Abel and Joseph, you will also serve Arnie so you guys are truly on
the bottom rung of the ladder. What this means is that from now on you will
do whatever you are told by any of your Master's, regardless of what it
might be, with no hesitation what-so-ever.
	"Everything you think might be yours actually belongs to your
Master, this includes your very body and life. If you do anything that
causes any marks or disfigurements to your body, you will be punished
severely. Master Cole owns all of us and he can do anything he wants --
including sell/trade us to another Master. We have no say in this matter
what-so-ever!
	"Any attempt to escape will be punished severely. Remember: to the
outside world you no longer exist so he can even kill you if it pleases him
-- the only way to make sure that doesn't happen is to be the very best
slave there is.
	"You two have promised to do anything if we will stop tickling you
-- well the anything I want is for you to acknowledge your new status and
understand what will happen if you do anything that violates it.
	"Arnie, you already agreed that you were going to be a slave--"
	"Yes, b-b-but, it was only to be for a couple of weeks," he said, a
bit unsure of himself.
	"Well, Master Royce traded you to Master Cole without any such
restriction, I suggest that you just learn to live with what has happened
-- it really isn't all that bad."
	"What about you, how did you become a slave?"
	"My father -- their father as well -- gave me to Master Cole, no
strings attached. He didn't even leave me with any clothing. I am Master
Cole's slave and I'm proud to serve him."
	A tear formed in Arnie eye and he felt like crying, but he held on
and managed to choke back the sobs. He didn't want anyone to think he was a
cry baby. He thought a moment about the home that he had run away from, it
wasn't somewhere he really wanted to go back to. He didn't know what might
happen as a slave, but since he really didn't have much of a choice, he
decided to make the best of it.
	"I agree that I'm Master Cole's slave, now and until such time as
he no longer want me, then he can dispose of me in whatever manner he sees
fit," Arnie said with force and conviction.
	"Okay, Arnie, you are now under me, but still above those two in
order of importance. If I have my way, any new slave that Master Cole
acquires in the future will still be able those two for some time to
come. Now, what do you two have to say?"
	The twins stood silent, David and Arnie picked up the dusters
again.
	"Stop! Please! I agree that I'm a slave to all of you, just don't
tickle me any more -- I can't take it," Abel said.
	"That's not enough, I need it from both of you or you both will
continue to suffer. This is a package deal." David smiled.
	"Please, Joseph, agree. If not for you, then for me -- I know I
can't take any more -- this is worse than any of the beatings that we have
taken before and you know it. Josh--I mean David's out brother, he won't
let us be treated mean, blood is still thicker than water." Abel pleaded
with his twin.
	Finally Joseph said, "Uh, I agree -- going back to live with the
old man isn't anything I look forward to either. I never saw myself as a
slave, but if it's good enough for you and our older brother, whatever he
calls himself now, I guess it's good enough for me, too."
	David nodded. "Okay, now I'm going to leave you two just as you are
for the rest of the night, I like how you look decorating the room."
	"But how can we sleep standing up?" Abel asked. "We have agreed to
everything, can't we be allowed to at least lay down?"
	"No! Remember, you're slaves -- comforts are something you will
have to do without. In the morning Master Cole will tell you all of the
rules and remember, you are to always call him Master except when there are
strangers around, then you call him Sir, but I don't think that will be
happening for some time to come."
	David took Arnie by the hand and led him into what had once been
the main bedroom in the back of the coach, turning out the lights in the
playroom where the twins stood, still pulled tight against the wall.

* * * * *

	Once they were alone in the bedroom with the door closed Arnie
asked, "Isn't there a chance that they will be hurt standing there all
night?"
	"Don't worry, Willy will come out and put them into a couple of
cells in a few minutes -- only he will do it in a way that makes them think
he is disobeying orders to save them and that will cause them to be more
willing to follow his orders -- see everyone wins."
	Arnie nodded -- obviously there were more things going on than he
realized.
	"Master Cole doesn't generally allow me to fuck anyone and I'm not
allowed to cum without his permission either; however, tonight is special
and I'm going to fuck you and if you do a good job on my cock I might even
allow you to cum before we go to sleep."
	David laid Arnie down on his back and locked his wrists to the top
corners of the bed. Then he lifted Arnie's legs up and positioned them so
that he could lock the now helpless boy's ankles to the same top corners,
leaving his ass sticking up in the air and ready for a solid plowing.
	"I'm in a good mood after working the twins over a bit so you are
going to get lubed up before I enter you," David said as he applied a bit
of KY to Arnie's exposed asshole and began working it inside the tight anus
with first one and then two fingers.
	The bound boy's sphincter tried to fight off the invading digit,
but the KY made things far too slippery to resist the invader and all he
could do was grunt as David began stretching the muscles, preparing the
hole for the fuck-pole that was to follow.
	When he felt that the tied teen was ready David withdrew his
fingers and positioned his rigid member at the entrance, adding a bit of
his pre-cum to the already ample lubrication. Arnie gasped a bit as David
pushed himself inside, he had been fucked before but not very much and each
time it still hurt. David wasn't as thick as Master Royce was, Arnie
doubted that he could ever become accustomed to having someone that large
fucking him all the time, but when he had pushed himself all the way in
until his hairless groin rubbed against Arnie's ass cheeks the helpless boy
felt that his bowels were fuller than they had ever been before.
	When he reached bottom, David rested for a moment to allow Arnie to
grow accustomed to the invading shaft before pulling it back out until only
the purple plum of a cockhead was still trapped inside the clutching
hole. Slowly at first and then with a steadily increasing rhythm, David
began fucking the lovely hole before him. He wondered how long it might be
before he had the opportunity to fuck two different boys on the same night
again -- Master Cole had said that he was a slave and slave's don't get to
fuck very often and David decided that he really enjoyed it almost as much
as he liked to be fucked by Master Cole.
	David's pistoning cock rubbing against Arnie's prostate provided
the stimulation needed to bring Arnie to full erection once again, pre-cum
dripping from the head of the cock that he couldn't reach, no matter how
hard he might try.
	David had increased his pace until the slap of his groin against
the bound boy's ass cheeks sounded almost like applause -- David was ready
to shoot and Arnie tried to tighten up his hold on the boy-flesh shaft that
was pounding in and out of his abused asshole only to bring David just that
much closer to his final moments.
	With a loud moan of pleasure and a massive thrust that felt as if
he were trying to drive his entire body into the asshole before him, David
shot his massive shot of hot, creamy boy-cum deep into Arnie's stretched
rectum, painting the walls inside with his seed. Arnie in turn felt this
massive offering inside him and when it was combined with the massage that
his prostate had been receiving, it was too much and he shot his load out
onto his face, without anyone even touching his erect member.
	Arnie opened his mouth and caught at least part of each shot of cum
that he expelled -- the taste was different from that of the guys he had
been forced to suck off before, much sweeter but still a bit salty. He
wondered what David's cum tasted like but knew that he would have to wait
for another session as David was concentrating on pouring every last drop
into Arnie's bowels this time.
	As his orgasm subsided, David collapsed onto Arnie, causing some
strain on the doubled- over boy. Slowly his softening cock slipped out of
the sheath that covered it in Arnie's rectum until only the very head was
still held inside by the contraction of Arnie's sphincter muscle. David
pulled back, finishing the withdrawal with an audible pop, and fell to the
bed beside the boy he had just used to satisfy his own urges. He had never
thought about it before because he had never had the opportunity to do so,
but he really enjoyed being able to use another without the other person
having any say in what was to happen to them. Could it be that deep inside
he was really a Master and not a slave?
	David released Arnie's wrists and ankles from the bed and then
locked one of the boy's ankles to a somewhat longer chain that was anchored
to a ring in the floor. Arnie could move around some now a little bit, even
making it into the miniature bathroom, but he couldn't go more a few feet
in any direction and certainly couldn't make it out the door to escape if
he so desired. He wrapped his arms around his fellow slave and the two of
them drifted of to sleep the sleep of the totally sexually exhausted where
David dreamed about what else he could do to degrade the twins -- he was
unable to think of them as his brothers any more.
	In the background, he heard Willy move the twins into separate
cages a few minutes later, but he wasn't really paying any attention to
that at the moment.

To be continued...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I had expected it to be done
much sooner, but sometimes things happen and I just don't get things done
as I would like. I expect there to be a bit of a delay in the next couple
of chapters as well -- there is that little thing called making a living
that sometimes gets in the way of my writing, but I'm already working on
it.
	I wish to thank everyone who has written telling me how much they
liked this story and offering comments and suggestions as to what they
think needs to happen. I'm working from a very open outline and I have
changed the storyline several times when I wasn't comfortable with what was
happening or someone offered a suggestion that seemed to fit better than
what I was thinking myself.
	Keep those cards and letters coming -- that is the only way that I
know someone is reading what I have been posting.

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