Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 03:46:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: nmKinkGuy <nmkinkguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Collective Chapter 1

THE COLLECTIVE

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Terminology
Agnate: related or akin through males on the father's side.
Prime Male: The Leader of the global organization known as The Collective
of Men.
Sire: The father of sons
The Collective: A hierarchal, global fraternal organization teaching,
training and practicing the rituals of masculine power and family member
incest

The Family
Grandfather, The Collective's Prime Male: 51, 12"
Sire: The father, 34, 11"
James: Son, oldest brother, 16, 9 ? "
Tim: Son, middle brother, 14, 7 ? "
Bill, Son, youngest brother, 13, The Storyteller, 6 ? "

CHAPTER 1

	The electric trolley slowed, stopped and gave me time to get off
before pulling silently away to drop other students at their homes,
scattered throughout the compound. My Dad, my two brothers and I live in a
very nice home, set well away from the other houses in The Collective
compound. The size, location, grandeur, opportunity and wealth of
Collective members is dictated by family bloodline, traced through the
father, who The Collective refers to as the Sire. Since our bloodline goes
back directly to the founding men of The Collective, hundred's of years ago
means my family is fucking royalty, so to speak. My Grandfather, the Prime
Male is the highest-ranking man in The Collective, was visiting my family
for the week. I'm so looking forward to spending time with him.
	Being a closed society of only males, who must produce offspring
for The Collective and for the family bloodlines to survive, does require a
female for impregnation. The women selected for breeding purposes are
carefully genetically screened, and only allowed to birth one or two
offspring to maintain genetic diversity and prevent too many similarities
among the boys produced. The bloodlines must be maintained. Female
offspring are rejected and raised, cared for and educated off the Compound
premises. Very few females are produced due to the careful genetic controls
engineered to create male progeny. We are a community of men, many
generations old and allow no women within the borders of our compounds and
even breeding sessions are performed at a center outside the Compound. It
has been this way for hundred's of years, with Collective communities
existing in 9 other countries around the world. Learning the history and
processes of The Collective is a significant portion of our day in school.
My name is Bill and I'm 13, almost 14 and I have two brothers, one two
years older and one younger by five months. My older brother, James and I
came from the same breeder and Tim from another. That is how Tim and I
could be so close in age. Regardless of the breeder, we are Blood Brothers
from our Sire.
      I am suffering the shame of being the only son of my Sire who has not
experienced their investiture in the Collective. Approaching my 14th year
with a younger brother who has already been initiated and received his
Agnate designation 2 years ahead of me is humiliating! Tim may be only five
months younger than I am, but he made Agnate when he was just 11 ?, and I
`m almost 14 and still can't cum! I am the oldest boy in our compound that
hasn't been initiated. We are prevented from becoming Agnate's until we can
consistently ejaculate, and there are many privileges denied a boy who is a
non-Agnate.
      All of these frustrations run through my head as I walk the half-mile
from the trolley stop to the house. I followed the path around the side of
the house, past the swimming pool and gymnasium, into the sunroom and began
stripping down, handing my school uniform of khaki shorts, navy blue blazer
and shoes to the kneeling servant. Notice I didn't mention a shirt? That's
right; shoes, shorts and blazer are the entire uniform. The Collective
requires the uniform, but it is kept as brief, simple and easy to get in
and out of as possible since we are nude numerous times throughout the
school day, which is no big deal since no one is clothed at home or on the
grounds, as is Collective custom. The school uniforms are intended to unify
and equalize the boys of The Collective.
      I grab a bottled water from the kitchen servant and walk into the
den, and there it is, right in front of me, an exhibition of one of the
ultimate rewards of being a member of the Collective; which I am
denied. James has Tim strapped face down on the fuck bench and is driving
his 9 ? inch brother cock rapidly in and out of his rear fuck hole, as
someone I don't recognize skull fucks him with his cock at the other
end. James has a bigger tool than his friend, a testament to the carefully
controlled genetics of our family line. James and the stranger lean over
Tim's body and begin to passionately kiss, swapping tongues and spit while
they pummel Tim, grunting and groaning in carnal bliss. I begin to quietly
cry as tears run down my face.
      My personal body servant, who I named Al steps up to me, wraps his
arm around me, turns and guides me up the stairs to my room. Dad and James
never learn the servants names; just refer to them by the number tattooed
on their right pectoral, just above the nipple and on their right butt
cheeks below our Collective brand, marking them as property of our
family. My family's status affords us about 20 servants who are kept shaved
and nude except for the gleaming metal chastity devices locked onto their
genitals. The servant's ass and mouth holes are available for use by any
member of the Collective, as long as you have attained your designation of
Agnate. Thinking about this I began to sob as I lay back on the massage
table to await my daily torture at the hands of Al.
      My Sire requires that my body servant masturbate me twice daily. Once
every morning and again when I get home from school, checking my
development. Without a confirmation from Al that I am ejaculating and later
confirmed at my Sire's hand, I am not permitted to masturbate, participate
in any sexual activity, Collective meetings, services or gatherings. No sex
with the servants, not with my brothers and especially not with my Father
who I desperately wanted. I have never had a cock in my mouth or in my
asshole. No man's holes have ever surrounded my penis, and if I don't shoot
sperm soon, releasing me from this hell, I may die! After the first
ejaculation, the test must be completed successfully for five days in a row
to be certified and then the boy will be accepted for initial processing
into The Collective. I want nothing more than to feel my Sire's tool
forcing its way into my body. Without being fucked by my Sire, I am not
whole and remain a virtual outsider. All the other guys my age are Agnates
and talk constantly of what a joy it is to be fucked by their Sire and
their brothers and what fun it is to fuck their brothers and servants. But
not me.
      Al begins to stroke my body, pinch my nipples, pull and fondle my
still tight scrotum as he applies pressure to my perineum, hoping that
pressure to my prostate will help. He is forbidden to insert his finger in
my fuck hole and massage my nugget directly. As usual, he quickly brings my
little six and a half inch penis to a rock hard erection. This has been
going on daily since my 11th birthday, that is when a boy must stop
masturbating and playing with his penis, awaiting his first ejaculations. I
have never not achieved a rock hard boner and the orgasm that follows is
quite pleasurable, but nothing compared to what I imagine my brother's and
Sire's orgasms are when they grunt, curse, sweat and shake as they unload
their precious sperm into whatever hole they are using. I have witnessed
them fucking, sucking, being sucked and with the exception of my Sire,
taking it up the ass. It has become agony to watch, but is hard to avoid
since there seems to be some form of man sex, fetish indulged or any
variety of kinks surrounding me every waking moment. It is pure agony,
because my testicles have betrayed me.
      After my body servant Al brings me to yet another unsuccessful orgasm
he gives me a few minutes to recover, takes my hand, gently pulling me from
the table saying, "We must report todays ejaculation testing to your Sire."
As we descend the central staircase, one of Al's fellow servants is slowly
and with great difficulty climbing up, one slow step at a time. His face is
red, tear streaked and his lips are red and swollen. As we approach, Al
asks, "Servant 468, where is young Bill's Sire?" "In the gymnasium, 102" he
replies. As we head on down the stairs, I turn to look up at 468. He has
cum running down his legs, his back is striped with lash marks and his
buttocks and upper thighs are flaming red with cane marks. Somehow, in a
weird way, I envy 468, as I know he at least gets some kind of physical
attention, no matter how painful, from my Dad.
      Al and I walk past the huge swimming pool where my brothers were
splashing about. I asked James if Father is in the gym and he says yes, but
that "You may not want to see what is going on, Bill." I tell him that I
had to report to Sire yet another unsuccessful ejaculation testing. "Then
you must do as required" he says and we walk on to the gymnasium, through
the big double doors and enter the workout area where I see my Father
laying back on a weight bench, legs in the air, being unmercifully ass
fucked by my Grandfather. My Sire may not allow anyone else to fuck him,
but a son can never deny his own Sire from taking his holes whenever
desired. It is the way of The Collective. My Sire was sweating; his body
was flushed, grunting at each violent insertion. He was gripping the sides
of the bench to prevent being fucked off the other end as Grandfather
pounded his 12-inch cock in and out at an astounding rate. The man had
stamina that was for sure! I guess when your position as Prime Male, a
leader of the global Collective entitles you rights to every hole in the
society ranked Agnate or above, you become a good fucker. And they were
lined up, hoping to be seeded by the Prime Male. Just an example of yet
another privilege denied me as a non-Agnate.
      My Sire began shouting, "Fuck me Sire! Use my hole! You created me,
my life and therefore my own progeny as a result of your powerful sperm,
take what is rightfully yours, your sons ass!" I stood about 10 feet away,
silently watching and painfully erect, in awe as my Grandfather exerted his
right to use his son. As is the way of The Collective. The Prime Male
looked me in the eye and smiled saying, "This is the future that awaits
you, my boy. This is your birthright." Oh how I prayed to the powers that
it would be soon. As he continued thrusting, I could hear his big balls
slapping against his sons ass. He turned back to my Sire, leaned over and
stuck his tongue down his throat as he buried his rod as far as possible
into my Father. With that act, Grandfather began his orgasm, violently
thrusting as he unloaded into my Father who experienced a spontaneous,
hands free orgasm, shooting cum up to his face, across his chest and then
grabbing his huge cock, pointing it upwards and fired another 4 or 5 shots
up onto his own Sire's hairy chest. I wanted to orgasm, I had never been
hornier in my life witnessing for the first time, my own Sire being fucked
by his Sire. It was beautiful, but I was forbidden to masturbate. That was
reserved for ejaculation testing, by my servant's hand and no other.
      Grandfather slowed his movements in and out of my Father's fuck hole,
no doubt milking the last of the cum out of his enormous cock. After a few
minutes, he began slowly backing up, pulling that monster cock from my
Sire's body. As the coronal ridge of his penis caught on my Dad's anal
ring, he had to give it a yank to pull the rest of the way out. My Sire
grunted and said, "Take it easy Sire, I haven't been fucked since you took
me the last time. Way too long ago!" Grandfather had the biggest cock head
I had ever seen. It must measure a full inch fatter around than his very
wide cock shaft. I just stood there in awe, with a throbbing boner. This
was the first time I had witnessed my Sire being taken, even though I knew
it had always happened. Father had told me so, and it was the way of The
Collective. Grandfather, the Prime Male turned to look at me, smiled and
said, "Wait here while I and your Sire, my progeny shower, and then the
three of us will soak in the hot tub and visit for a while." My hard on
continued to throb and jut straight up from my groin.
      I stood and watched as the two Sires' bathed in the big open shower
space on the far side of the gym. They were soaping each other's body,
kissing, stroking and groping one another as the multiple showerheads
soaked and refreshed them after their epic fuck. Grandfather took hold of
his penis and let loose with a huge, arching stream of golden piss, coating
my Sire's body. My Father leaned down, took Grandfather's huge cock into
his mouth and drank the nectar. When the flow eventually stopped, Father
stood and the two powerful studs, the men responsible for my existence
exchanged deep, erotic open mouthed kisses which no doubt tasted of the
Prime Male's piss. The activity only served to reinforce my feelings of
total exclusion.