Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 13:58:05 +1000 (EST)
From: mickmack999 <mickmack999@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Reluctant Slave - Part 4.2 & Part 5

(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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4.2        Brad Cahill - Animal House

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

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I'm scared! Noel has programmed my micro-chip so I am acting like a
sobbing frightened little pubescent queer boy.

Already three weeks have passed and Noel's eight high school buddies and
some of their many friends haven't stopped taunting, beating and raping
me.

A single tear slides slowly down my swollen right cheek.

"What a useless faggot! To think this piece of shit used to be captain
of our high school football team!" someone shouts out loudly, followed
by raucous cruel laughter as all those watching me gloat at my despair.

"Can't believe the cunt used to strut around school thinking he was
such a tough guy! Now look at him! Nothing but a pathetic queer-boy!"
another raised voice spits out in disgust.

And even though I am the tallest and by far the most muscular guy in this
small dank room, and knowing I could probably take them on and protect
myself against their abuse, there is nothing I can do but stand there.

My micro-chip requires that I submit to their abuse and cry and beg them
in a little queer boy's voice not to hurt me, to please have pity on me.
And I know if I struggle or attempt to fight back, I will be severely
punished for not acting exactly as Noel wants.

Also, regardless of my micro-chip, I'm feeling so tired! Absolutely
exhausted!

My heaving chest rises and falls erratically, and I struggle to stand
still, to not fall down on my knees and start weeping and pleading with
them.

I moan as another overwhelming wave of utter shame consumes me, making my
entire body tremble violently. I'm so embarrassed and humiliated by what
I am being forced to do, and choking back a shuddering sob, I whimper
softly, feeling new spilled tears rolling down my severely battered face.

Frightened, exhausted, I stand absolutely still, my head bowed low. With
both hands I hold the front of my high school football jersey up under my
chin, revealing the huge darkening black and blue contusions that cover
large sections of my muscled chest and flat washboard stomach.

My jockstrap and unlaced football pants are pulled down just below my
kneecaps, exposing my bare legs, inner thighs and large dangling hairless
genitals to all the guys gathered in the room. My legs are trembling, and
are spread as far apart as the elastic waist band of both my strap and
pants will stretch without breaking and snapping and flicking back
painfully on my knees.

Also, placed between my thick muscular inner thighs and balanced on top
of my lowered pants, sits my football helmet and I can feel the bottom of
my dangling scrotal sac brushing lightly against the top of my protective
head gear. Discarded on the floor to my left lies my shoulder-pads and
protectors.

As ordered, my smooth hairless crotch is thrust all the way forward, and
my very thick fully erect eight and a half inch uncut penis, curving
upwards vertically, juts out obscenely from the base of my groin.

Obediently, I stand perfectly still on unsteady feet, as once again a
shuddering sob escapes my swollen split and bloodied lips.

Suddenly I whimper aloud in grief once again, as I'm momentarily blinded
by the intense dazzling flashing lights of someone taking photographs of
my complete and utter humiliation. Desperately I try to hide my battered
and bruised face and identity by turning my head away, and immediately I
start crying, weeping softly and my puffed-up bloodied bottom lip quivers
as I try to contain myself.

"Now that just won't do, fairy! No, not at all! So stop that bawling,
look up and smile real pretty for the camera, faggot!" says Daniel
Maddox sternly as he steps towards me menacingly, naked except for a pair
of baggy boxer shorts hiding his modesty.

"Daddy, yes Daddy!" I respond instantly in a meek, quivering boyish
voice, trying to obey him as Daniel squats down on one knee before me and
looking up through the view finder of the digital camera, snaps off a few
more shots.

At 17 years of age, Daniel stands tall at five feet six inches. He has
short ginger coloured hair and is very large and bulky around the chest
and stomach, though he doesn't appear to have an ounce of fat on his
body at all. With a solid stocky build, much like a pit-bull, he plays
the centre position in offensive line on the football team, and used to
be one of my closest friends just a few months ago.

"Yeah, not such a tough guy now, are you faggot?" he states, staring up
at me, his cruel hazel eyes filled with contempt.

"Daddy, no Daddy!" I reply immediately in a timid, soft voice, cringing
in fear as he stands up and suddenly slaps me viciously across my left
cheek. Unable to stop myself, I sob, groan and whimper out loudly as
agonizing pain shoots through every bruised and swollen muscle in my
battered face.

"Can't believe you led me on, making me believe you were this supposed
tough straight guy all this time, faggot! I looked up to you, cunt!
Really did like you! But turns out you were nothing but a disgusting
fucking queer!" Daniel sneers, as he again slaps me savagely across my
face.

"Daddy, please Daddy! I'm so sorry Daddy!" I plead, sobbing
wretchedly; absolutely terrified Daniel will start beating me around my
face and torso once again with his fists.

Daniel, looking down at my rock-hard erection, chuckles as he tightly
grips my rigid penis in his right hand, and smiling maliciously, turns
his head towards every one gathered in Noel's bedroom.

"Richard! Marcus! Why don't you grab the video cams, and record this
faggot queer fucking my hand. Should make great viewing entertainment for
all his friends at school, don't you think?" he says, enjoying the
instant riotous applause everyone gives him.

Richard Summers and Marcus Fielding step forward. Both are 17 years old,
and like Daniel, we used to hang around a lot together.

Richard, standing tall at 5' 9", is the chunkiest of the all guys
gathered around watching and laughing at my shame. He has a huge barrel
of a chest and large protruding stomach and waist. Also, he has the
hairiest body for his young age, with thick black course matted hair
already covering his large chest and stomach. On the football team, he
plays next to Daniel on the centre line.

Marcus Fielding's body and build is the complete opposite to Richard and
Daniel, as he is 5' 7" in height, very lean and slim, with short brown
hair. Not that his weight and size worry him, as he is the fastest
sprinter of the team, and enjoys the position of wide receiver.

Both Richard and Marcus are also stripped down to their underwear, with
Richard wearing large overly stretched y-front briefs and Marcus wearing
a pair of very tight fluorescent green coloured jockey briefs. I can see
that they are all turned on by my shameful appearance, as the fronts of
their underwear are bulging and tenting out horizontally from their
covered groins.

Again pain lances through my battered and bruised face as Daniel suddenly
connects the palm of his left hand stingingly across my cheek again.

"Come on, homo! What are you waiting for? And while you're at it, you
can smile real big and tell all the guys, one at a time, just how fucking
good this entire queer shit makes you feel!" he says callously, ordering
me to hurry up and fuck his unmoving clenched fisted hand.

With tears of humiliation cascading down my face, obediently I begin
humping my hips back and forth as I slide my rigid thick dick in and out
of the tight cavity of Daniel's fisted hand. Totally ashamed, I feel my
large dangling balls repeatedly swinging forward, loudly slapping against
Daniel's wrist before swaying back under my parted thighs.

Daniel keeps his clenched fist perfectly still in front of my thrusting
groin, making me move my hips back and forth faster and faster, and I
watch in despair as Richard and Marcus move in closer to capture my
fucking motions and the expression of misery on my beaten face.

As they film me, I obediently look up into the gathered faces of all the
guys, grin widely in a grotesque parody of a smile.

I cringe inwardly, knowing I must speak up loudly, and through
tear-blurred vision I can make out the glowering faces of Jessie Franklin
and Craig Jessop staring back at me.

"Daddy, it feels so nice, Daddy! Daddy, it's making me feel really
good, Daddy!" I say in a high pitched boyish sobbing voice to each of
them, before I turn my damaged smiling face towards Greg Smithers and
Paul Whitman.

Again, as the ever-mounting humiliation flows through me, I announce
loudly to them individually just how good fucking Daniel's hand is
making me feel.

Quickly I turn my swollen eyes and look into Simon Dexter's, Mitch
Ryan's and Devon Willard's stony hate filled faces, and to each one of
them, I also tell them how good this degradation is making me feel.

Finally turning to look at Noel, I shiver in fear as I see the stern
unhappy look on his face. Immediately I force myself to smile even wider
and really start fucking forward as hard and fast as I can, trying to
make myself look as sexy as possible for Noel and all the other guys
watching me.

Eventually Noel steps forward, and making sure both video cameras are
showing a clear full frontal image of me, and that only Daniel's
clenched hand gripping my pistoning cock are in the field of view of the
camera lens, he smiles maliciously and looks me back in the eyes.

"You can cum now, faggot-girl!" he says in a firm commanding voice.

My orgasm is explosive. Shuddering and shaking uncontrollably I gasp out
as I struggle to stay upright on my feet. Then staggering and slamming my
hips forward as far as I am able to, I cry out loudly as five powerful
blasts of my viscous sperm sprays copiously out of my rampant cock, then
quiver all over as Daniel painfully squeezes the last drops of my jism
from the length of my cock.

In the background, as I try to steady myself, I hear all the guys, every
one of them, shouting, screaming, and yelling at me. Voices roar out
viciously, brutally condemning me, calling me cruel terrible names.

And as I stare in horror, standing motionless, struggling to catch my
breath and still holding my football jersey up under my chin, with my
legs wide apart and my football pants trapped around my knees, I watch as
all the guys move as one, closing in on me.

Before I know it, I am wailing hysterically and pleading with them as
fists and feet strike my upright body. Sobbing loudly, I beg them in a
pathetic pitiful cracking girly voice to please not hurt me anymore, to
please have mercy on me, but the savage punches and kicks continue.

Suddenly a powerful head-jarring punch connects with my already nearly
swollen over left eye, and I feel myself instantly sink into a numbing
state of detachment. I can see all the guys around me, fists and feet
lashing out as they quickly force me down onto my knees, and then more
punches and kicks knock me onto my back.

I don't know if I am crying or begging anymore. I can see many fists and
striking feet lashing out, descending as if in slow motion as they
continue to beat on my unmoving prone body.

I don't know when I blacked out, or how long I've been unconscious, but
when I wake up I find I'm now wearing my football helmet, and my
protective pads are secured onto my shoulders.

In deep shock, feeling no pain now, I realise my football pants have been
ripped off my legs and thrown aside, while my jockstrap has been pulled
back up around my waist, although the thin cotton pouch has been tucked
under my balls, leaving my large hairless genitals uncovered.

On either side of my head, Simon and Devon are kneeling down. Gripping my
ankles tightly, they have dragged my legs way up over my head, and then
pulled them wide apart.

With my buttock raised high up off the ground, and my arse cheeks
stretched wide open for easy access to my anus, I look up into Richard
Summer's lust-filled leering face as he lays heavily on top of me and
slides the full length of his erection up into me.

Through the protective metal eye shield of my football helmet, I watch
him as he now commences grunting and puffing, fucking me with long
powerful hip thrusting strokes.

He is holding onto my shoulder pads, looking me in the eyes, bouncing his
large bulky hips up and down, his thick leaking teenage cock slamming in
and out of my already well-used, red-raw widely stretched anus.

"Always wanted to fuck you, bitch! Make you my sweet little girlfriend
and ram your pussy!" Richard grunts into my beaten face, pounding away.

"How's it feel, slut? How's it feel having a real man fuck your queer
pussy? Answer me you faggot!" he gasps out aloud as he stares into my
eyes.

From far away I hear my own voice replying.

"Oh Daddy, it feels really good, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please fuck me
harder, please Daddy!" echoes in my ears as Richard smiles in
appreciation and begins to fuck me as hard as he can.

"Yeah, that's it, faggot! Talk real dirty to me, you fucking queer!
Yeah, I'm gonna pound you until you start begging me to ram every inch
my hard cock up your pussy and out your mouth!" Richard snarled as he
fucked me even harder.

In my stupor, I realised it isn't long before Richard ejaculated deep up
into my bowels, and then Jessie hurriedly took his place, slipping his
penis all the way into me with one quick push.

And so it continues. One after the other, each of the guys takes their
turn at fucking me as hard as they can.

As I slip in and out of unconsciousness, I'm feeling no pain except an
ever expanding fullness in my anus each time they swap places and push
their throbbing cocks all the way into me.

I imagine I open my swollen eyes and I'm looking up into my youngest
brother's sad despairing face. In my mind I cry out to him, beg his
forgiveness that I wasn't able to protect him or Sean from this living
nightmare. But his face turns into a radiant smile as it fades away to be
replaced with Steve leering down at me as he fucks me as hard as he can.

But I know Justin isn't here. Somehow I vaguely remember him being taken
away so he doesn't have to continue watching my endless humiliation and
degradation.

"God you're good faggot! Your pussy always seems to be so tight and
gripping. Fucking best screw I've ever had, even better than my
girlfriend's snatch!" Steve suddenly grunts into my battered face.

By now, I don't know how much time has gone by, but it seems like an
eternity. It could be minutes, hours or days, but I don't know and by
now I don't care.

At one time, I look up and there's Daniel on top of me, fucking me, and
spitting large globs of phlegm onto my upturned face.

"Oh Yeah, that feels great! Fucking you real hard, gay-boy! Feel my dick
filling your pussy, you fucking faggot!" Daniel roars as he pounds me. I
sink back into blessed unconsciousness once again as I sense him
discharge his ball juices deep up into me.

When I finally come to, suddenly I gag out loudly, violently as a large
thick fleshy object restricts my breathing and slams into the back of my
throat.

Startled, confused and frightened, I realise I have been placed on my
knees, and my hands are tied behind my back. I am bent forward all the
way, and the only thing I can see in front of me is the thick patch of
dark pubic hairs growing from Mitch Ryan's groin.

"Oh yeah cock sucker! That's it! Take it all! Show Papa what a good
cock sucking homo you really are!" says Mitch as he holds the back of my
head tightly, and shoves the full length of his fat six and a half inch
erect uncut cock all the way to the back of my mouth.

Again I gag violently as leaking tears start gliding down my battered
face into his pubic hair. Once again, agonizing pain lances through my
brain as I obediently tighten my swollen split lips around the girth of
his long throbbing penis.

Now, on bended knees, I am passed around, giving each of the guys as many
blow jobs as they want. Each time they cum, filling my mouth with their
sperm, I swallow. Regardless if they are sitting down, or standing up, I
obediently kneel before them and suck them off.

Finally I can no longer stay on my knees. I slump to the ground and as I
feel a crunching blow to my temple ricochet my head backwards, I feel
myself slip into unconsciousness once again.

Then there are only voices. I hear them but they seem so far away.

"Is he still alive? Are you sure he's unconscious and not dead?" I
didn't know who was talking, but the concerned voice sounded so faint,
so distant.

"I never killed no slave nor queer in my life, and I ain't about to
start now!" was that Trevor's voice? Again I couldn't tell.

"Oh stop being a drama queen, for fuck sake! Let's just get him to
Evan's room like Noel said! Though I got to admit, I didn't realise
we'd gotten so carried away. He looks like his in really bad shape,
dude!" maybe that was Steve's voice, or maybe Daniel's?

"Don't worry about anything, guys! This piece of shit is nothing but a
fucking slave! Anyway, if Noel's queer brother Evan does what he expect
him to do, none of this will matter! And if Noel's right, he'll be the
wealthiest person in this state within a fortnight, and this faggot-girl
and his brothers will cease to even exist! Remember, there's always a
bright side to everything!" that was definitely Trevor's voice, but to
me, it all sounded so confusing, so unreal.

For a long time I felt nothing. I just floated in a place of complete
darkness and emptiness. Then a single voice once again rouses me, a soft
irritating voice I just want to go away.

"I don't think I can give you up, faggot-girl! And I sure don't want
to give you to my little brother, definitely not now, not ever!"

Yes, that was Noel's voice, a thick syrupy voice speaking directly to
me.

"Oh yes, you've become my perfect sex slave, the ultimate! And you were
so good at servicing all my friends like you did. Believe it or not,
queer-boy, but I was so proud of you! So I think I need you to stay with
me from now on. I think you need to stay with me forever!" the voice of
Noel continued softly as I felt a cold moist pressure gently glide across
my forehead.

"So hang in there, my gorgeous sex slave. I want you to get all better
now, and then I'll come and get you back. And when I get you back, I
promise I'll never hurt you ever again." The voice ended as it trailed
off into silence, and I felt two soft lips kiss my forehead tenderly.

And then I sank into a darkness of pure silence and peace.

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5.         Evan Morgan - A Time for Action

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

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I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was in the middle of my big king-size bed with my soft satin sheets
pulled up under his chin. His chest rose and fell unsteadily, and he was
having trouble breathing.

He was unconscious. I tried to gather my thoughts as I considered the
savagery that must have been used against him as I felt the tears once
again trying to escape my eyes.

Both Sean and Justin were sitting cross-legged, naked on top of the bed
on either side of Brad's inert badly battered body. Both were reaching
out and gripping Brad's large unmoving hands, rubbing them tenderly and
trying to whisper encouragement to him through their sobbing tears. Both
their heads were bowed low, not in submissive slave supplication, but
from broken hearts and fear their big brother was actually going to die.

Myself, I was livid. Never had I felt so much anger in my short teenage
life.

I had been stunned earlier in the day to walk into my own bedroom to find
Brad lying in the middle of my bed, his face and body beaten to a bloody
pulp, and Noel sitting next to him gently running a damp washcloth over
my hero's severely damaged face.

How could Noel have done this? It was barbarous. Absolutely vicious and
unacceptable, to such an extent it even shocked my father.

"For fucks sake, he's only a slave! Who gives a shit if he lives or
dies?" Noel had said expansively, offhandedly, trying to explain that
his friends had just gotten carried away a little bit. But I could see
the nervous tick in his right eye as he eyed Brad's severely battered
features and gulped as father had rounded on him.

"What have you done Noel? This is inexcusable! You are never to buy
another slave again without my permission from this day forth. Evan, you
have permission to keep the three of them here with you, as well as
August. But be warned both of you. As soon as this large slave here is
healthy again, I'm having the whole lot sold. I won't have this type of
bloody minded behaviour ruin the family's good name!" he'd said as
he'd stomped off.

"I don't know what all the trouble is! He's just a common low-life
faggot slave, so why is everyone rallying around him for..." he never got
to finish his cruel snide remark.

Me, I'd exploded, and for the first time in my life, I had no fear of my
big brother, and bellowing at him, I punched Noel in the face.

"Now get the fuck out of my room before I kill you, you bastard!" I'd
screamed.

Noel had staggered backwards a few paces when I'd hit him, and he was
holding his bloodied broken nose. A look of pure shock illuminated his
face. He couldn't believe what I'd done, and taking one more look at
Brad laying unconscious on my bed, he quickly turned around and left my
bedroom, quietly closing the door after him.

I was shaking with rage, and quickly went over and locked the door, and
as I looked around, I saw Monet and August immediately assuming the slave
position and their bodies trembling in fear.

And when I swung my head around, there were Sean and Justin, tears
streaming down their faces, leaning over their badly bruised and beaten
unconscious older brother in an attempt to protect him from my wrath.

Instantly I calmed down. They were terrified of me. They were terrified
their older brother was going to die. To them, I was still the brother of
the sadistic person who had destroyed their family, enslaved them and had
beaten to a bloody pulp their brother.

"Monet, go and get a doctor here right now. And Monet, not a slave vet,
I want a real doctor! August, go get some of my good towels and a large
bowl of warm water." I ordered in a soft voice, trying to calm them both
down as well. Immediately they went into action, Monet happy to be doing
something at least, and I could see he was happy I had finally taken
control of the situation.

"Justin and Sean, try very gently to move him to the side of the bed.
Otherwise the doctor won't be able to reach him when he gets here." I
said in a kind voice, trying to reassure them.

At first they looked at me in fear, distrusting me, but Sean quickly
nudged his sobbing younger brother and nodded, a signal for Justin to
help him as he carefully, very gingerly began to edge Brad's huge limp
broken body to the edge of the bed.

Immediately I knelt down next to the bed but suddenly Justin placed
himself between Brad and me. Slowly I reached out and placed my left hand
gently on Justin's trembling shoulder as he tried to cringe away from my
touch.

And even as I looked at Justin, I remembered how much of a brutal beating
he too had suffered at the hands of my brother before I'd quickly
whisked him away to the safety of my bedroom over four weeks ago. I
wanted to hug him and tell him and Sean that everything would be okay,
but I knew that was impossible at the moment.

Again I looked back into Brad's face, forcing myself to see through the
severe damage done to his face, remembering the tall handsome young
teenage football star who had taken the time out to befriend me, and
treated me with kindness.

Then I turned to both boys, a look of purposeful determination on my
face.

"Guys, he's going to be alright, I promise you! And from now on,
you'll all be safe in this room. No-one will ever enter here without my
permission, not even my brother. So try and keep your spirits up." I
said softly, watching their frightened eyes as they stared back at me.

It was another 30 minutes before the doctor arrived, but the moment he
discovered he'd been called out to visit a slave, he'd nearly turned
around and left. But when I told him Brad was one of my most valued and
prized possessions, and that I would personally pay him five times the
amount he'd normally make for a house call, suddenly he became my best
friend and turned his attention to Brad's needs.

As he worked on Brad, bandaging his injuries and injecting him with large
doses of pain killers, penicillin, antibiotics and antihistamines, I
asked him how difficult would it be to remove the micro-chip from his
spine.

Of course he went on about how illegal such a procedure was, but he
indicated that it was something that could be done in a flash. Given the
right incentive, even he might consider performing such a removal.

"Can you do it now?" I'd asked immediately, as ideas and thoughts
began filtering through my mind. Already a plan was forming and I knew
what I had to do.

"Well I could. But he might not survive the delicate procedure in his
current physical state, especially if you don't have a full-time nurse
to monitor him 24 hours for the next two weeks." He answered.

"I want four extractions done now. I'll pay you quadruple the amount
you would normally charge, plus a goodwill fee if you stay here and
monitor them." I stated firmly, hoping he would take up my offer. I
didn't think he'd knock it back, as $850k and a $150k bonus on top is a
massive amount of money by anybody's standards.

Of course he stayed, immediately phoning his nursing assistant to bring
the correct implements he'd require. Then calling his wife, he explained
he'd be away for fourteen days and would see her when he got back home
in a week's time.

I stayed there too, determined no-one would interrupt us, and making sure
the doctor had everything he needed. And as I fussed and worried, Monet
took control of putting August, Sean and Justin to work cleaning my
bedroom and ensuring it was spotlessly clean and sterile.

When that was done, he organised with the kitchen slave staff that we
were all well fed.

There were a few anguished moments as I tried to console and explain to
Sean, Justin, August and Monet what I was now planning to do.

Both Sean and Justin were frantic and nearly hysterical as the doctor
very carefully turned their older brother over onto his stomach and began
inserting a huge syringed needle into Brad's neck at the base of his
spine. Quickly I intervened and sitting them both down I told them how
the doctor was extracting the micro-chip from Brad's spine, and how
everything would be alright. Immediately they both calmed down and looked
at me with hesitant cautious smiles creeping over their frightened
despairing faces.

Of course the smiles vanished instantly when I told them firmly that they
too would have to undergo the extraction procedure over the next few
days.

August was also very jittery, unsure of what was happening. One minute he
was Noel's personal pleasure slave and the next moment he was about to
be sold off. Looking at me with huge frightened eyes, with tears running
down his cheeks, I finally took him aside and gently told him he too was
going to have his micro-chip removed and from now on he would be staying
with me.

Like the others, he contemplated it for a little bit and eventually gave
me a very grateful smile.

Monet was the most calm of us all. In a way, I think he knew what I was
going to do before I'd even made up my mind. As always, he moved around
the room making sure everyone was comfortable.

And so the doctor did what I paid him to do. He removed the micro-chips
from the spines of Brad, Sean, Justin and August. Monet was the only one
without a silicon chip, as his advanced age didn't require him to be
fitted with one when they were originally made available to the public.

Also, in the fourteen days the doctor stayed monitoring them all, he
nursed Brad back from the brink of what possibly could have been his
untimely death.

He eventually left, shaking my hand heartily, leaving me with
instructions on how to continue nursing Brad.

Brad had actually regained consciousness on the third day, and even
though he smiled weakly as he saw his two brothers, his puffed-up,
bruised eyes were full of terror whenever he looked at me. It broke my
heart to think he saw me as a brutal enemy that would want to hurt him
like my brother had.

Physically he got better, mentally he stayed unchanged. To him I was now
his master and he was the pleasure sex slave. He woke up screaming every
night, frantically staring around, his eyes rolling in terror, and then
both Sean and Justin would spend the next few hours trying to calm him
down. As the days flew by, we finally got Brad up off my bed and onto his
feet.

But every time I approached him, Brad would instantly assume the
mandatory slave position, his hands behind his back and his head hanging
low on his chest. And like Noel had taught him, he'd offer himself up to
me.

And I must admit to being amazed, because even though I'd had his
micro-chip removed, he'd still be able to spring a massive erection in
seconds as he thrust his groin out for me to inspect him.

It was Monet who took me aside one day and told me what the problem might
be, and when he explained it, I felt the tears fall from my eyes as I
stared at Brad in despair.

"Master Evan, I'm sorry to tell you but the friend you knew isn't in
there. I mean, your friend Brad as been severely broken and so has his
mind. I think you'll find it might be a long time before the young
teenage man you once knew finally decides to come back, Master Evan!"
Monet had said softly and gently to me.

Again Brad had assumed the slave position, but this time I decided I was
going to do something about it. I had to break through to him. Looking
around at Sean, Justin, August and Monet, I ordered them from the room
into my side study, telling them to close and lock the door behind them.
Sean looked at me frightened, but I reassured him with a gentle smile and
told him everything would be alright.

When they were gone, I turned my attention back to Brad.

"Lie on the bed Brad!" I commanded, and I watched as he did as I told
him. And as he lay on his back, he spread his legs as far apart as he
could and arched his hips up high into the air.

Instantly my face reddened as I looked down at him, his legs spread wide,
his arms stretched out way above his head, and his huge erect penis
laying flush against his flat muscled stomach as he pushed his hips
further up.

Slowly I approached him and placing my hand on his flat smooth hairless
stomach, I gently pushed down, telling him to lie back on the bed
comfortably so I could cuddle up next to him. At first he looked
confused, wondering why I wasn't already using and hurting him, but he
complied, waiting for my next instructions.

"Brad, I want you to be my friend. I want you to cuddle up to me and
keep me warm. Do you hear me?" I said softly as I lay down next to him
and wrapped my arm around his large muscular chest. I could feel him
shivering, as if he was trying to work out what he was supposed to do and
how to do it.

"Brad, I love you so much! You're the most handsome guy I've ever met
in my entire life. Will you hold me and protect me?" I added, and then I
hugged him as tightly as I could to my short skinny body.

This time it was me looking up into his confused frightened face as I
tried to reassure him that everything was okay. And as I hugged him, I
reached up and ran the soft palms of my hands gently over his body,
carefully and tenderly caressing him and kneading his muscled torso.

And then I reached for his huge thick erection, and hesitating for only a
moment, I bent my head down and took as much of it as I could into my
mouth.

Again, looking up into his confused face as I tried to suck him off, I
was nearly overwhelmed by the wonderfully intoxicating scent of his sex
organs.

Suddenly he was moaning, looking down into my face with a lost befuddled
expression stretched across his, but I could tell he was enjoying the
gentleness of my touch and how my small mouth made his thick hard dick
feel.

To him, here was his master sucking on his penis, and I was being gentle,
tender and caring. Quickly I let his erection fall from my stretched
mouth, and just as quickly, as he lay there feeling even more confused, I
stripped off my pants and straddled his waist, lowering my virgin hole
onto his massive penis.

I didn't try to push myself down on to him as hard as I could. To do so
would have ruptured me and probably ripped my insides to shreds. I just
wanted him to feel the warmth of my butt cheeks around his large pole for
the moment, and then I'd slowly try to get some of his huge fat dick
into my tight virginal passage.

It took ages and it was hard going, and at times I thought I would pass
out. But by small degrees and forcing myself to continue on, and making
myself sit further down on him, I could tell I must have taken maybe more
than two-thirds of his stiff organ deep into my anus.

With perspiration pouring off me, I felt the skin of his smooth hairless
balls finally touch my arse cheeks and I knew he was all the way in and I
was sitting all the way down on him.

I won't lie. I was in excruciating pain, but I raised myself up a
fraction and slowly sat down again. Up and down I bounced at first doing
it very, very slowly so I could try and get use to the feel of how his
mammoth cock was stretching me beyond endurance.

It didn't get any less painful as I slowly increased the speed. At
times, I knew I'd collapse in a dead faint if I didn't suddenly feel
his hands come up around my hips and hold me firmly, and as I looked down
into his blue eyes, I saw the confusion he was feeling as he fucked
upward slowly like a real man for the first time since he'd been
brutalised by my brother. And for the first time since Noel had hurt him,
I thought I saw the real Brad looking back out at me.

"Roll me onto my back and really fuck me hard Brad. I want you to fuck
me as hard as you possibly can, just like a real man! I want you to hurt
me like my brother Noel did to you! Use me like a slave and hurt me,
Brad!" I gasped out as I tried not to black out, tears running down my
face as I gritted my teeth against the agony, and silently praying he
would do it but be very, very quick about it.

"No Master... Please! I'll not hurt you, and I don't want to do that to
you any way, please Master!" Brad said in a panic, nearly hysterical, as
he slowly pulled his cock out of my arse as gently as he could. But he
did roll me onto my back and lying next to me, clutching my small thin
body close to his, he look down into my face with a funny bewildered
frightened smile on his face.

Then I just lay there, smelling his naked body, enjoying him hugging me
close to him. In my mind, it was a start, and I knew if I did this every
day, making him feel more like a man in control, urging him on to look
after and protect me, I'd eventually break through his mental block and
he'd come back to us all once more.

So every day, once I'd sent everyone out of my bedroom so Brad and I
could be alone, I continued to straddle his waist and take his huge erect
organ up into my arsehole. And every time I would take him all the way up
me, I'd nearly faint from the extreme pain of having it stretch me open
so wide.

At times I thought I was getting used to its width and length, and then
I'd stupidly think I'd quite happily enjoy having him fuck me as hard
as he could. But as he'd once again lift me off him and lay me down next
to him as he cuddled me close to me, I'd feel myself lose consciousness
from the extreme pain as he slowly but gently remove his massive pole
from my anus.

But finally the day came as he lifted me off him and hugged me close to
him.

"I can't fuck you like you want Evan. It would hurt my heart if I did
to you what your brother and his friends did to me." Brad suddenly said
in a voice I recognised from a few month's ago when he was still a free
citizen.

Startled, as I looked up into his eyes, I knew instantly it was Brad, the
real Brad, and I grinned up at him stupidly as I looked up through a fog
of misty tear-filled eyes to see my hero looking down at me. And like a
little giggling boy, I remember telling him how much I really did love
him, and that one day, I truly hoped he would make love to me.

He held me close to his chest and I must have dozed off, because when I
suddenly woke up, I was covered in my own bed sheets. And to my surprise,
Brad was kneeling next to me, serving me up a cup of tea. Beside him
stood Sean and Justin looking down at me, but with excited expressions on
their faces.

Suddenly Justin, like a little kid, jumped on the bed next to me, and
lying down he put his arm over me, hugging me gently. With the biggest
smile of joy on his still bruised face, he gave me the sloppiest kiss on
my lips.

"Thank you for bringing my brother back! Oh thank you so much, Evan!"

I was stunned and a little embarrassed. As I looked up into the eyes of
my role-model, at the big gentle grin spread across his handsome face, I
wondered if he'd told them what I'd been doing all these days. Would
they think any worse of me? I knew my face must have been bright red.

Sean then kneeled down next to me and hugged me close to his chest. He
also had a huge smile plastered across his face.

"I don't know what you did, but thank you Evan! Thank you so very
much!" he blurted out happily.

Well that answered my question then. No, Brad hadn't said a word.

Anyway, after six long weeks, with us all cooped up in my bedroom, nearly
all evidence of Brad's brutal beating and rape was gone. His handsome
face healed completely. He continued to have terrible nightmares, and
most times, only his brothers could approach him and calm him down, and I
wept whenever I saw him suffering like that.

I admit to being very nervous, as after seven weeks, father finally
demanded entry to my room to see how Brad was for himself. I had prepared
Brad, letting him know it was alright, that my father was just checking
on his health.

My father was indeed pleased when he discovered Brad had recovered, and
then taking me aside, he told me softly it was now time for us to get rid
of them, that he would have them sold in the next day or two.

I was ready for him and immediately replied I had already organised for
someone to buy them all, and I'd be taking them by the end of the week
to their new home and master. I then asked father to keep this our little
secret, as I didn't want Noel knowing anything of what I was doing.
Father was actually surprised, but as he looked at me a smile came over
his usually stern face. Nodding his head, he patted me on my shoulder.

"Okay son, I'll leave it all up to you. I know this means a lot, so you
do it your way." He said as he closed my bedroom door behind him as he
left.

When I turned around, all of them were looking at me nervously. We had
all known this time would come, and now it was here, I needed them all to
be brave. And even though fear shone from their eyes I could tell they
were ready. Quickly I motioned for them all to sit down and listen to me
carefully.

"Here's the deal, guys. Tomorrow morning at 7am, I'm taking you away
from here forever!"


To Be Continued...

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