Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 13:08:18 +1000 (EST)
From: mickmack999 <mickmack999@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Reluctant Slave - Prologue & Part 1

(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)


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The Reluctant Slave

The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave

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Prologue...      Brad Cahill - A Daily Affair

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill - Pleasure
Slave)

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Instantly I wake up as I feel Master Noel turning over in his sleep next
to me in his large king size bed. Blinking the sleep out my eyes, I can
just see through the large bedroom window it is very early morning and
the dawning sun has just risen in the east.

Silently, making sure not to disturb Master Noel in anyway, I slip my
naked body off the bed and carefully step over the master's two other
naked pleasure slaves, who are curled up asleep on the floor together.

Quickly, I make my way to the slave closet located in the master's
spacious on-suite bathroom, where a special `slave's potty' has been
placed in the middle of the room for all Master Noel's pleasure slaves
to use during the night. With it sealed when not in use, the thin layer
of bio-chemicals renders the contents odourless.

Hurrying, knowing there is very little time to waste, I clip off the
airtight covering, then squat down so the small child-sized plastic hood
at the front of the bowl covers my large penis to ensure I don't spray
any of my urine onto the floor around me as I empty my bladder and bowels
into it.

I can hear Master Noel murmuring softly now, not yet awake but I know it
will only be moments before he opens his eyes. Terrified I will be too
late, I dash back into the bedroom and hastily but carefully crawl under
the bed covers and kneel facedown between his outstretched legs.

And then ever so softly, with my hands clasped behind my back, I gently
suck his semi-erect, morning glory stiff penis between my lips, taking
him tenderly all the way into my mouth as I begin giving Master Noel his
morning blow job.

Within seconds Master Noel sighs and instantly starts urinating, the
powerful jet of pungent acidic steaming liquid spraying the back of my
throat and filling my mouth. He seems to take forever as I swallow it all
down quickly, making sure none spills from my slurping lips sealed
tightly around the base of his thick penis.

Finally Master Noel shudders and exhales softly as the last few drops of
his dwindling urine spurts from his piss slit, and I slide the tip of my
tongue over the top of his expanding flanged-shaped cock-head and then
under the flesh of his long receding foreskin to clean out any leftover
slimy residue collected during the night.

"Yes, that's nice faggot-girl. Just stay there and keep sucking me for
a little bit longer." Master Noel mutters contentedly, he's
uncircumcised penis unfurling, thickening and lengthening within seconds
to its fully erect state in my sucking, tongue swirling mouth.

Moaning with pleasure, running both hands through my blond hair as I
continue to deeply fellate him, I can hear Justin and August rising up
beside the bed. And even though I can't see them because of the bed
sheets covering me, I know they will have assumed the mandatory slave
position.

They will be standing next to the bed, their feet wide apart, their hands
clasped behind their backs, their heads bowed low with their chins
touching their chests, and their hips thrust forward as far as possible,
displaying their rock-hard penises for Master Noel's inspection.

Suddenly Master Noel throws the coverings off both of us, and I
obediently look up over his thickly haired stomach and chest into his
rugged unshaven face and his steely dark brown eyes.

At 19 years of age, Master Noel is 6' tall and one year older than me.
He has thick black hair cropped short and usually spiked up with gel. His
eyes are very dark brown, and he has a square chin which appears to have
a permanent five-o'clock shadow on it, even after he's shaved.

He has a solid thickset muscular body with a thick growth of dark hair on
his chest that trails down passed his navel to his very thickly haired
groin.

His dick was big too, about seven and a half inches long when he's got a
hard-on, and very thick. His balls were large, the size of large walnuts
and extremely hairy.

Obediently I continue to look up into his face, forcing myself to smile
sensually as his thick erection stretches my lips out wide. Then I watch
obediently as he gestures for Justin, my 16 year old brother, to get on
the bed next to him on his back.

It is the usual early morning routine. Like every other morning since
Master Noel brought us to be his personal sex slaves, he will wake up,
lie back in his bed and thoroughly enjoy the intense oral pleasures that
Justin, August and I lavish upon his naked body.

As Master Noel now fondles with my little brother's large hairless
testicles and slowly masturbates Justin's six inch rock-hard dick, I
continue sucking Master Noel's thick erect penis, bobbing my head up and
down, taking its long length all the way to the back of my mouth. As
always, I keep my eyes focused on his face, awaiting the signal for me to
stop and quickly climb on top of Justin's naked body.

"Okay faggot-girl. You can start fucking your little bro now, and both
of you had better put on a good performance!" Master Noel says as he
lets go of my brother's erect cock and pushes my slurping mouth off his
own throbbing cock.

Immediately I crawl up and position myself between Justin's outstretched
legs, and grabbing his ankles, I place them over my shoulders as I lower
my large 6' 4" tall, hairless muscled body on top of his.

There is nothing subtle in what we do. I wrap my arms under my little
brother's back, tightly hug his smooth naked teenage body against my
chest, push my hips down, and feel my very thick fully erect eight and a
half inch penis slide all the way up his willing anus. Then I start
fucking him as hard as I can.

Justin responds as enthusiastically as he can, humping his spread
buttocks upwards to meet my thrusting erection, and Master Noel looks on
as we rut away, smiling lewdly as my little brother and I pant, moan and
groan as we perform like two uninhibited perverted gay lovers for our
master's early morning entertainment.

To Master Noel, this is just another form of foreplay. It happens every
morning and he will direct us as to how to heighten his sexual
gratification before he finally takes me up my boy-vagina.

"That's it. Oh yeah, that's a good slave, faggot-girl. But I want you
to bum-fuck him harder. Slam into your little bro as hard as you can!
Give him a damned good pounding and start kissing like the queer bitches
I know you really are!" Master Noel murmurs, slowly stroking his own
cock as he watches us, his voice full of excitement.

I have no choice but to obey. I pick up my fuck pace, a furious
arse-pummeling that bounces and jiggles my little brother about under me
in a grotesque ungainly manner. I sadly look into Justin's face, into
his despairing eyes and see he is as accepting of our situation as I am.
Besides, we both know we are now nothing more than Master Noel's sex
slaves, and being brothers means absolutely nothing now.

We are not allowed to speak to each other, so I say nothing as I quickly
lock my lips around Justin's and slip my large pointy moist tongue into
his mouth.

And it is at times like this that I am very grateful that both Justin and
I have each been fitted with a slave micro-chip. Injected into our spines
at the time of our enslavement, the minute silicon chip controls
everything we do.

All our master needs to do is speak his demands and the micro-chip forces
us to do it immediately.

Also, Master Noel has permanently set our pleasure modes at `Level 3',
which means our penises are fully erect at all times and our bodies are
in a constant state of intense arousal.

Most importantly, this also means our anuses will accept any large-sized
objects up them without too much discomfort, no matter what the size, and
the muscles of our anal passages will instantly respond by massaging,
caressing and milking them as they are forced in and out of our
boy-pussies.

And so I fuck my poor little brother as hard as I can, and I know I am
not hurting him, that the size of my huge erect penis will not split him
open or damage him in any way.

In fact I can feel his anal muscles squeezing tightly around the full
length of my stiff thrusting organ, and it is difficult not to enjoy the
incredible feeling my little brother is giving me as I continue to fuck
him with all my might.

Yes, he is my little brother and I feel humiliated and ashamed at what we
are made to do to each other. But we are also Master Noel's personal
pleasure slaves, and we must obey him absolutely without question.

"Oh yeah, that's very nice! You're both getting me all juiced up. Now
slam him even harder faggot-girl! Pound your little bro into the
mattress. Make him squeal real loud for me, as if you were raping him,
faggot-girl!" Master Noel orders as he moves his naked hairy body closer
to us.

Neither Justin nor I have any choice but to obey. Master Noel's
instructions immediately trigger the tiny micro-chip's sensors implanted
within our spines, instantly sending signals to our brains forcing us to
respond accordingly.

Justin suddenly begins acting as if I am seriously hurting him. He begins
weeping and crying out as I picked up the speed of my fuck-pace. He sobs
uncontrollably as I fuck him viciously, my hips driving him deeper into
the mattress beneath us as my cock pistons brutally in and out of him.

To Master Noel, we must have looked exquisitely erotic as we eagerly and
enthusiastically performed for him.

I can sense he is totally turned on by my smooth naked muscled body
covered in a thin layer of perspiration as I lay facedown on top of my
little brother, fucking him with all my might.

With my little brother's knees now bent over my shoulders, his legs
bouncing up and down on my back as my hairless bobbing muscled buttocks
clenches and unclenches as I pound my dick up Justin's stretched anus
all the way, I can tell Master Noel is getting impatient for us to hurry
up and finish so he can finally fuck me.

And as I look at Justin lying there under me, at his youthful boyish
face, I listen as he weeps and moans, his pleading voice muffled by my
lips pressed firmly against his mouth.

To my shame, it doesn't take long for me to reach that state of no
return, and as I feel my large hairless balls begin to tighten up and I
feel myself ready to blast my spunk up my little brother's boy-vagina,
and still fucking as hard as I can I quickly turn my head towards Master
Noel.

"Master, my clitty's feeling really good now, Master! Master, may I
spurt my squirting faggot-girl slave juices for you, Master?" I grunt
out loudly between clenched teeth, while looking Master Noel in the eyes
with a timid beseeching look etched across my face.

"Okay, faggot-girl. Go ahead and fill your little bro's vagina with
your girly juices. And let's hope this time you can get him pregnant. I
mean, after all those many times you've fucked him, he should be
starting to show by now, don't you think? Now hurry the fuck up!"
Master Noel chuckles as he watches me fucking Justin as hard as I can.

"Master, thank you so much, Master! Master, going to shoot lot's of
girly juices up my little brother's vagina for you now, Master! Master,
oh thank you, Master!" I gasp and groan over and over again as I pick up
my fuck-pace even more.

My orgasm is intense. I am left breathless and on the verge of fainting
as I ejaculate deeply up inside Justin's stretched pussy. And as I
shudder all over, I can feel my younger brother's anal muscles squeezing
and milking the last of my jettisoning sperm from out of the long length
of my immensely large erect penis.

"Nice performance. I might give you 6 out of 10 for that one, maybe.
Just missed out on a higher score because you really didn't show me how
much you truly love fucking your little brother up his boy-pussy,
faggot-girl." Master Noel says thoughtfully, a sardonic lilt to his
voice as he watches me pull my now semi-erect dick from Justin's
stretched and gaping anus and quickly kiss and lick my way down my little
brother's young firm teenage body.

Once I reach Justin's rock-hard six inch cock, I take it into my mouth
and start sucking him off as sensually as I can. Within minutes he is
spasming on the bed, his longs legs squirming and opening and closing,
his smooth naked body quivering as my tongue tickles the length of his
penis within my mouth.

Justin is moaning and groaning, and suddenly he turns his head towards
Master Noel as he starts humping his cock up into my sucking slurping
mouth.

"Master, about to spurt lot's of baby girl juices for you, Master!
Master, may I shoot my baby girl juices for you, please Master?" my
little brother stutters in a high pitched trembling voice as he holds my
head tightly and thrusts he's cock in and out of my tight lips.

"Okay, little slave bitch! You can blast away. Fill your big brother's
mouth with your little spermies for me!" Master Noel says, now impatient
and wanting us to hurry up.

Justin's orgasm is powerful. He groans and moans loudly as his throbbing
penis expands hugely in my mouth before his balls explode, blasting out
enormous amounts of sperm splashing the back of my throat.

But I don't swallow it as he continues to shake and shudder under me. I
keep it in my mouth even as I squeeze the last of his cum out of his
piss-hole with my lips, before quickly lifting his legs back up onto my
shoulders, angling my cum-filled mouth down to his puffed up, red raw
anus, and start sucking out the huge amounts of sperm I'd deposited
there earlier.

This time it is my own cum that fills my mouth to mix with Justin's
load. I swirl it around, not allowing myself to swallow, and suck even
harder on his twitching boy-pussy to get as much out as I can.

Finally I lift my head and face Master Noel, and opening my mouth wide, I
show him how much cum both Justin and I have produced for him this
morning.

"That's good faggot-whores! Now it's my turn! You know what to do, so
hurry the fuck up, cunt!" Master Noel says as he watches me quickly
crawl out from beneath my little brother's raised legs and then lie down
on my back with my arms stretched out way above my head.

And like every other morning, I hastily raise my legs into the air,
parting them as I watch submissively Master Noel grabbing my ankles and
placing them over his shoulders.

Once again I open my mouth as wide as possible and watch as Master Noel
dips three of his fingers into the thick mass of cum pooled at the back
of my throat. Quickly he lubes his cock up with it, and then dips his
three fingers back into my mouth to scoop up a large amount which he
slides up my receptive anus.

"You can swallow the rest of it now, faggot-girl!" he says as he
positions the head of his leaking penis at the entrance to my boy-vagina.

Immediately I feel his aching leaking erection shove up me all the way in
one hard push. And just like my little brother, my anus opens up
completely, stretching wide to encompass Master Noel's penis in a tight
firm massaging grip as it tries to pull his entire thrusting organ into
me.

"Didn't think you'd end up being my personal fuck-toy, did you
faggot-girl?" Master Noel sneered as he begins to fuck me as hard as he
can.

"Just imagine, our most famous high school sports jock, the captain of
our illustrious high school football team, now my slave and lying on his
back, letting me fuck him up his hungry little vagina!" Master Noel
grunts as he pounds his dick up into me.

He takes his time, reveling in the fact I am his slave, and that I can do
nothing to stop him ravaging my body.

"Got to tell you faggot-girl? You look so good when you're being fucked
by all my friends. Oh yeah indeed, it really turns me on! Can't just
wait until tonight when they all get here for another one of our
gang-bang sessions!" Master Noel grunts excitedly as he slams his erect
penis even harder up into my vagina.

Unable to say or do anything, I lay there and feel his cock pulsing and
throbbing hugely as he pounds it in and out of me, and in between
breaths, he loudly proclaims I am nothing but a fucking faggot-girl. That
I am now nothing more than a real-life queer faggot, and I will always be
known and used as a homosexual sex slave for the rest of my life.

My humiliation is deep, my shame all-encompassing, and I know he is
right. There is nothing I can do but submit to his and all his friends
perverted lusts and perform like the faggot girl he wants me to be.

If I could cry I would, but the micro-chip in my spine won't let me. It
forces me to smile up lovingly into my master's face and thank him over
and over again for making me into his personal faggot whore.

Suddenly Master Noel's alarm clock went off next to the bed, a loud
shrill ring that indicates it is time for Master Noel to get up, shower
and ready himself for another busy school day.

"Oh shit! Well, we can finish this off in the shower as you wash me, I
suppose." Master Noel says as he removes his raging cock from my anus
with a loud pop, and stretches his limbs as he stands up.

August, Master Noel's other pleasure slave, who silently stands in the
mandatory slave position with his hands clasped behind his back, his feet
planted wide apart, his crotch pushed forward all the way and his thick
six and a half inch erect penis jutting out from his hairless groin,
immediately races into the master's bathroom, turns on the shower taps
and adjusts the water temperature to just the way Master Noel's likes
it.

Justin has also moved off the bed and is already waiting for Master Noel
to step into the centre of the very large showering cubicle, soap and
wash cloth in hand.

Just as quickly I hurry under the fine spray of warm flowing water and as
Master Noel steps under it as well, I begin soaping up his chest, stomach
and under his arm pits as Justin washes his back and applies shampoo to
the master's wet hair.

Quickly we scrub him clean, and as I wash the foaming suds off the front
of his body, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue over his hairy
skin to make sure I have thoroughly cleaned every inch of his large
muscled body.

My little brother is doing the same to his back, and as I wash and lick
under Master Noel's armpits, I can see Justin has now dropped to his
knees and is burying his face deep into the cleft of the master's arse
cheeks.

"Now get on your knees, faggot-girl! And be quick about it!" Master
Noel orders me, and immediately I drop to my knees and taking his
rock-hard penis into my mouth, I start sucking him off as firmly and
pleasurably as I can, while at the same time, soaping up his hairy crotch
and large fat bloated balls.

As always, I look up into his face as I suck his penis and wash all
around his groin. I can hear Justin is now sucking on Master Noel's
arsehole, running the tip of his tongue around the master's tight virgin
hole as he tickles it and sucks firmly.

"Get back on your feet and turn around, bend over and grab your ankles.
I don't mind the blow job you were just giving me, but I'd much rather
fuck your faggot pussy. Now hurry up!" Master Noel says to me as he
pushes my mouth away from his throbbing cock.

Obediently I do as I am instructed, and once I am in the position he
wants, spreading my feet as wide apart for him so that my anus is lined
up directly with his penis, I feel him open me up and drive the full
length of his erect organ into my stretching vagina as ruthlessly as
he'd done earlier.

"Fucking faggot slave! Fucking your sloppy loose vagina real hard now,
cunt! Yeah, that feels great! Push back, that's it! Now squeeze them
queer pussy muscles nice and tight... Oh yeah! Harder bitch, push back
harder!" Master Noel says as he reaches over my back to hold on tightly
to my shoulders and repeatedly slams his hips forward as hard as he can.

I can feel his big hairy balls slapping against my own hairless low
hanging testicles as he fucks me, and as I stand bent over holding my
ankles, my feet spread wide apart, pushing my arse back in time with
Master Noel's fucking motions, he gestures for August to stand in front
of me. Immediately I lift my face up level with August's leaking cock,
and suck him off at the same time Master Noel fucks me.

Within minutes Master Noel is shaking all over, and I can feel his cock
expanding largely deep inside my faggot pussy. He is on the verge, ready
to unload his spunk into me, and as August also senses our master's
encroaching orgasm, he steadies himself too, ready to ejaculate into my
mouth at the same time.

Within seconds I am flooded from both ends and filled with their ball
juices, and as Master Noel pulls his semi-flaccid cock out of me, I
instantly turn around, get back on my knees and take his now sensitive
limp penis back into my mouth and gently suck his fleshy organ clean.

"Good girl, now help August dry me, and then have a quick shower as
well. You can dry yourself with my used towels and when you're finished
you can help August and Justin dress me for school." Master Noel says as
he steps out of the spray of the shower, letting August and I dry him
with two large fluffy white towels.

Quickly I wash myself as instructed and once I have used Master Noel's
towel to dry myself, I hurry out to the bedroom to help August and Justin
dress Master Noel for school.

Suddenly Master Noel grabs my chin, and looking into my face, he stares
me in the eyes.

"While I'm at school today, you and your slut of a little brother are
going to spend the entire day sucking and fucking each other. No breaks
and no slacking off. My security video cameras will be on all the time
recording everything you two do, so you better not disappoint me."
Master Noel said menacingly.

"Also, you'll once again be meeting all my friends tonight, so I expect
you to be on your best behaviour and do exactly what you're told.
Understand, faggot-girl?" he states, squeezing my chin as I acknowledge
him.

"Master, yes, Master!" I say softly as I immediately assume the slave
position by placing my hands behind my back, spreading my feet as wide
apart as possible, bowing my head in total submission and then thrusting
my fully erect penis out towards him.

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1.         Evan Morgan - A Friend Indeed

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

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Did you know my deepest closeted desire was to stare longingly and
lustfully at Brad Cahill's perfect 6' 4" tall muscular body, his short
stylish sandy blond hair, twinkling mischievous deep blue eyes and
extremely handsome yet youthful face?

Brad, at 18, was my ultimate role-model. He was everything I wasn't, and
he was always kind and friendly towards me. The truth is I idolised him.
In fact, since Brad was an exceptionally talented high school football
player one year my senior, I was really surprised he'd even say hello,
or spend any length of time speaking with me.

To me he was a really cool guy. He was strong, powerful, a handsome young
teenage man I wanted to be like, to emulate, and I was always filled with
goofy pride whenever he asked how I was.

Even now, I still find it amazing that he took time out to befriend me, a
lowly 5' 5" skinny awkward 16 year old teenage boy, with black hair and
brown eyes. To everyone else, including my own brother Noel, I was
nothing but a pitiful computer nerd and geeky bookworm, with few friends
and a really bad stutter.

And because he took time out to speak to me, I suppose it was only
natural that I developed a huge crush on him from the moment I first met
him. You see, from a very young age I knew I was gay. This in itself
created major problems for me, because like I mentioned, I was still in
the closet, and it was something I didn't want anybody to know about.

Unfortunately in this modern and progressive day and age we live in,
where same sex between free male citizens and their male slaves is
totally accepted and very much encouraged, sex between consenting gay
free citizens is illegal and can get you enslaved or even worse. To be
honest, it isn't smart to let anyone know if you're homosexual.

Anyway I secretly adored Brad from afar, but most importantly, I
treasured the fact Brad was so kind to me. I would sit there on the
benches watching him on the football field whenever he was playing.

And like all his other screaming fans, male and female, I would cheer
loudly as Brad rose to the occasion, looking every bit the image of an
extremely handsome `All American boy next door' high school sports jock
who knew he was also a great football player.

But ultimately, Brad's befriending me was definitely the reason he
eventually ran foul of my eldest brother, Noel.

Noel was also on the local high school football team, and although he was
considered a good football player, everyone knew he just wasn't as
talented or skilled as Brad. Also, unlike Brad, my brother was not well
liked.

My brother was known as an extreme bully, someone who loved to intimidate
anyone he thought was weaker than him. Over the years, I've heard some
very nasty and cruel rumours about Noel, which I really hope are not
true.

As it was, Noel hated Brad with a passion. I also knew Brad didn't
really care, as he could quite easily defend himself and win any fight
between them. But I could also see just how much this pissed my brother
off, as Noel had always thought of himself as the top dog at our high
school.

What made matters worse though, was Noel was never one to forgive or
forget. If he saw anyone threaten or challenge his authority, he would
painstakingly work out ways of getting even, so he could eventually prove
he was the tougher, better guy.

I should know. I've been the butt of my older brother's wrath since I
can remember. Even the fact that Brad took the time out to talk to me
like a friend was way too much for Noel to handle.

My brother, who at 19 years of age was a year older than Brad, stood tall
at 6', had short spiked black hair, a solid thickset muscular body and
cruel vicious brown eyes. In his own way, he might have been considered a
good looking guy, with an ever thickening growth of curly black hair on
his chest that ran down in a v-shape to a thick treasure trail past his
navel to his very hairy groin.

Unfortunately, regardless of his very masculine rugged looks, his
spiteful and vindictive nature tended to make people shy away him. Except
for a small group of senior high school buddies who liked to hang around
him, everyone avoided him like the plague.

But the main reason Noel hated Brad was because our handsome blond haired
rising high school football star came from the poorer side of town. To
Noel, Brad was someone who should have known his place in society, like
the Blacks, Hispanics and the slaves did. In Noel's mind Brad should
have stayed in the ghettoes of his poor suburb and stopped acting as if
he deserved the special privileges that came from being wealthy.

Yes, I admit my brother is a snob, and a terribly spiteful one at that.
It's really no secret, and Noel's the first one to admit it. Noel
thought it was improper for anyone of Brad's social status to be treated
like the rest of us more well-to-do wealthy students.

He hated the fact that our high school funds were being spent on sports
scholarships for no-hopers like Brad, especially when there were just as
good or even better players like himself.

And as I mentioned earlier, the fact Brad took a friendly interest in me
absolutely infuriated Noel.

To tell you the truth, my brother disliked me with a passion too. He
always had. Ever since I was born, he'd gone out of his way to endlessly
humiliate and degrade me in front of our parents and all his friends. He
blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life, no matter how
trivial, all because I wasn't as masculine and tough as him and tended
to shy away from all physical sports.

Most times he'd ignore me, pretending I didn't exist. Other times, I'd
have to suffer the ridicule and indignity of having him and his closest
buddies beat me up for the smallest of infractions.

Once when Noel was beating me up in front of some of his loutish friends
during a recess break at school, Brad suddenly stepped out of nowhere and
pulled my brother off of me, shoving him aside and telling Noel calmly to
cool down.

Noel had become livid with rage that anyone would interfere in what he
considered to be a family matter and started swinging punches. For Brad,
he'd just laughed, stepped out of the way and landed a cracking heavy
handed fist to Noel's arrogantly jutting chin which sent my brother
sprawling into an unconscious heap on the ground.

I remember how Noel had come to, eyeing me furiously, listening to all
the other students gathered around laughing at him as he lay flat on his
back in the dirt.

And even though I did warn Brad at the time, I should have known better.
As a friend, I should have watched out for his back from then on, because
I know my brother well.

I know Noel would definitely try and do something truly terrible to get
back at Brad, as there was no way my brother could accept he'd been
beaten and shamed in front of all his friends by a mere poor kid one year
younger than him.

And of course, when Noel finally took his revenge out on Brad, it took
everyone, including myself, by complete surprise.

Within a week, he'd struck back at Brad, as well as his whole family, in
a way that left not only me but many people who cared for Brad,
staggering with disbelieve from the sneer nature of its viciousness and
brutality.

And as the full impact of what my oldest brother Noel had done sunk in, I
knew then I had no choice but to do something to try to save my role
model and hero, the guy who I secretly had a crush on, from the clutches
of my brother's devastating vengeance.


To Be Continued...

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