Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 17:56:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253 <rr2253@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Becoming My Brother's Bitch - Chapter 15

This is a fictional story. If you are offended or it is illegal in your
area, pleae read no further. For others, please read and enjoy.

Julian and I were sent back to the storage room, collars attached and
bound. We wondered where we were off too next and whether we would get any
clothes. Plugs were placed in each of our mouths prohibiting us from
yelling or talking. We were ordered to piss outside before we entered our
rooms although no effort was made to clean us up more after being used and
abused in the office.

We had heard a doorbell ring as we were taken away. We didn't get to see
who might be coming.



On the way to search for us, C.J. and his brother had stopped by to round
up a few of C.J.'s buddies. He had several friends, most straight guys who
were pretty gung ho for taking on any challenge. After explaining what
happened, they agreed to join him. A few who were a little less the "good
citizen types", grabbed weapons including guns and knives. A convoy of
three cars headed out to look for us.

C.J. still wondered if he should call the police. He wondered what they
would do with such a bizarre story, two naked guys in his back seat and two
other cars with young guys and knives and guns. He decided to leave the
police out of it..

When we got back to our storage room, the thug told us to go in. As we
headed toward the two cages, he told us it wasn't necessary to go in. We
looked at him a little surprised. He said with what faced us the next day,
we should enjoy ourselves and could hold one another, fuck or do whatever
we wanted in the room. He seemed a little more compassionate. He untied us
and left only the collars on. He pulled the plugs from out mouths.
 "Sir", I asked , " may I ask a question?"  "Sure, boy", he said.  "Can you
tell us where we are going and what will happen?"  He looked at me and said
that I really didn't want to know.  I prodded further and he said, " Boys,
you will no longer be here. You are being sent to a foreign country where
you will be used as male sex slaves. You will regret this day for the rest
of your lives. You'll be packed in a shipping carton and sent via a private
plane to wherever they want you. I have no idea where but I guess the
Middle East or Asia. That's where most of the sluts are sent. Once there,
you will be kept and used to service your owners or whoever they want you
to service. You will be like common whores, kept naked and used by mostly
men but I hear in some places, that men and women will use you as play
toys. You will have no say. Maybe if your are lucky, you will be house
servants, cleaning, gardening and being available whenever they choose to
do what they will with you. If you're not lucky, they will make you work
slaves and you will be forced to be like beasts of burden digging trenches,
lifting heavy loads, working in a dark mine or maybe trained to pull carts
like a horse or donkey.  Your cocks will be encased so you can't use them
for anything but pissing, which you will do outside. You will sleep in
cages or stalls, often shackled together with other slaves. I hear some
boys are used as toilets for the amusement of the owners."  "But they paid
so much for us.  Why would they torture us that way?" I asked.  "The money
they paid for you is relatively little. They have no concern as they have
lots of money and can always buy more slaves. I 've heard that they
sometimes castrate the boys including having their dicks cut off and
surgically making you over with a somewhat real looking cunt!" Most keep
you as boys, however. They especially like white European or North American
boys. They love to dominate and have you in their complete control. They
use you for nasty sometimes experimental things just to see how a human
reacts. If they make you a pony boy, you will be fitted with a bridle and
such. You will be forced to pull their children around in carts. Often
those boys pull the women owners around. You are forced to stand in the hot
sun, waiting while they shop or lunch at one another's estate. You will
have to shit and piss while you are running around. No breaks. Those boys
are fed and watered just like a horse but often with harsher treatment then
you would give to a horse. When you pull the cart, they whip you to make
you run faster. Those pretty feet of yours will get very hard and calloused
as they do not allow the slaves any shoes. I saw a video of a boy who was
made to run a master around. He ran him for over an hour sweating and
panting as the master made him run faster and faster. He had to piss while
he was running. The master laughed and smiled the whole time working his
slave boy who couldn't have been more than your ages, until the boy finally
collapsed. The master got off the cart and whipped him. The boy struggled
to get up but wasn't able to do so he was so exhausted. As this was not on
any public street but on the owners own property, he wasn't able to get any
help and just laid there. The master finally stopped the beating, kicked
the boy and walked away. The video showed him laying there with some blood
dripping until after the master was gone, another slave boy went to help
him. I have no idea what happened after as the video stopped there. I
suspect both were punished more, the "ponyboy" probably killed or died as I
doubt they would give him medical attention. So boys, I wish I could help
you but your fate is sealed and I am sorry. You are both good looking,
masculine studs. I just hope you get a good and kind master who will treat
you better."

Julian and I looked toward one another, in panic and helpless.  "I'll bring
you some food in a bit and you can enjoy yourselves tonight. They will be
here in the morning to take you away." He said, as he left the room.

Julian and I hugged and caressed one another as we were the only human
contact we had left. We were not inspired to have sex even though Julian's
gentle touch aroused me. I kept muttering how sorry I was that he got
dragged into my messed up life. He had done nothing to deserve any of this
brutality. He kept kissing me and holding me as we both cried. It must have
been quite a scene to see two muscular stud looking guys embracing and
crying as we were. As the room was away from the rest of the house and had
no windows, we couldn't hear anything outside.


One thug answered the door. As he did not expecting anything unusual, he
hardly paid too much attention as he assumed it was just the delivery that
was called about and he would accept the package and close the door. As the
door opened, he was rushed with six fairly masculine guys. Mike and Eric
had been left tied together, away from the door. They stood, naked but with
their mouths stuffed to prevent any speaking or yelling. The thug was
overwhelmed as the guys charged in brandishing knives and two guns.. The
thug was knocked to the floor. One of C.J.'s friends grabbed him and punch
him in the face and another punched him to the ground. C.J. only hoped they
had the right place or all of them would be in major trouble with the
police. At this point, C.J. didn't really care as he and the others charged
forward into the living room surprising the man in charge of the house. The
"purchasers" had left so only our guard, the thug lying on the floor and
the man in charge were in the home. The man was grabbed and held as
C.J. yelled and screamed at the man.  "Where are you keeping the two guys
you kidnapped?" he demanded. The man assumed these young guys were not
police but was fearful that such a bold break in was happening. This had
not happened before when he had dealt with over a dozen boys who were taken
from the streets never to be seen again and had met the same fate as Julian
and I were destined to.

The man had kept pretty much to himself and few of the neighbors had any
idea what was going on there. The houses were pretty far apart so there had
never been much neighborliness between him and the other residents of the
area.

The man at first refused to acknowledge what C.J. was talking about and
yelled back that he would call the police.  "I'm sure the police would just
love to know what you do here," C.J. yelled at the man. "Just how many guys
go into slavery from your hands?"

The man was kicked and beaten by the guys who really got into the action
before C.J. knowing the man was restrained made them stop. Several of the
other guys began searching the house and found the guard who had just
secured Julian and me. Being held with a gun pointed at his head and knives
pointed at him, he knew he was outnumbered and put up his hands in
defense. He was dragged back to the living room and also turned over to
C.J.  "What have we here?" C.J. asked.  Three of the guys continued to
search the house. One of them went outside to check on Mike and Eric. They
were dragged into the foyer.  The man in charge of the house looked up and
saw them. He of course didn't know them nor did Mike and Eric know him as
Mike had dealt with another man.  One of the guys came back saying we
checked all around and found some locked rooms in the back. The man who had
guarded us reluctantly produced the key.

"I want the other two back now", C.J. demanded. " I will kill you all if
you don't hand them over now to me!  If you want, you can have these two as
they are useless as shit and deserve anything you gave them. You can even
have your fucking $10 grand back!" he yelled. C.J. didn't want to kill
anyone really. He actually didn't want to send Mike and Eric into slavery
either but he had to use whatever bargaining chips he had.

The man told him to go fuck off as he no longer had the boys. "They have
been sent elsewhere", he said," and it is too late for you to do anything
about it!

Mike took the gun, cocked it and placed it aside the man's head. A small
puddle formed on the front of his pants and dripped down from his pant
leg. He had pissed in his pants out of fear. C.J. seeing the wetness,
kicked the man in the groin and he dropped to his knees. "go ahead and kill
me !" he cried. "I will be done now anyway!"

"Open your mouth." C.J. ordered, I want to see your brains splatter all
over the wall behind you. Bring the other two here. I want to blow all
their fucking brains out. We'll do him first!"  The guard, wide eyed with
fear and the thug, also wide eyed with terror, were dragged over.

"I'll tell you where they are, " exclaimed the guard. " this fucking job
doesn't give me enough to get killed for!

C.J. withdrew the gun from the mans mouth and looked toward the guard
waiting for an answer.

"It's the gray door in back, off the garage." he sputtered. "I'll take you
there. Just don't kill me!"

"Go look." C.J. exclaimed and two of his friends went off the find the
door.


Julian and I, huddled together, heard the key in the lock. We assumed our
'last supper together' was coming. We were amazed when we saw two guys we
knew to be C.J.'s friends barge in. Actually Julian and I were embarrassed
a little, standing together, naked with our collars on. They ran in,
grabbed us and led us out to the living room. Such relief when we saw
C.J. and the others standing with the man in charge and the thug, kneeling
on the floor in front of them.

"Oh, God, you saved us!" I screamed.

C.J. handed the still cocked gun to another of his friends, as he ran to us
and embraced us both.  "You're alive!" he yelled. The others kept their
eyes on the three kidnappers but glanced over to see C.J. give us both
kisses and hugs. They all knew that C.J. was in love with us both and
probably no longer the straight guy they thought he was. There wasn't a
doubt that C.J. had two male lovers. They didn't seem to bothered by it
though, relishing in the fact that they had saved some lives - almost like
in a movie!

We ended our embrace and C.J. came back to the kidnappers.  "Call the
poice, he said, I don't thin we want to get any dirtier than we all ready
are." The men were tied together and knelt near where Mike and Eric stood,
both of them looking paniced and stupid. Eric began to piss out of
fear. The piss ran down his leg and dribbled on the floor.

The police arrived shortly later. They looked at us strangely and also
noticed and looked to Mike and Eric. One of C.J.'s friends gave Julian and
I each a towel to conceal our embarrassed look.

C.J. explained how Mike had abused me for so long, and how he had me move
away to escape him and how Mike had arranged to sell us in to slavery. It
seemed to take hours as the whole story was explained. Mike and the three
kidnappers were handcuffed and placed in police cars and taken away.

C.J., his brother and Julian and I were finally released. Once they got the
full story, the police doubted that any charges would be pressed against
C.J. or his friends due to the extenuating circumstances. We left in C.J.'s
car and went back his apartment. His friends, backslapping one another for
there heroic efforts, left in their cars and headed home. His brother
apologized profusely all the way home for letting Mike know where we
were. He promised he would never harm us in any way again. He offered to
let Julian, C.J. and I beat the shit out of him for his behavior. We
declined.

When we got home, C.J. stripped and joined the already naked Julian and I
and went to his big bed where we made love in a three way all night
long. We were all so anxious from our experiences, that none of could
sleep, Eventually,, however, we drifted off embraced and intertwined on the
big bed.

The morning came and I separated myself enough to kiss them both
passionately, suck there cocks and bring them to orgasm. I came just from
the excitement of sucking and rimming them both. As well awakened, we
continued our love making well into the morning.



Several months have passed. The three kidnappers and Mike were prosecuted
for human trafficking and were sent to prison. Eric, not really involved,
left the area shortly after coming home. He hated to see his lover, Mike go
to prison but after witnessing what happened to us, he knew that he could
have joined us into being sold as slaves. He didn't want anyone that much.

I haven't visited Mike in prison. He is no longer considered my brother. I
did hear from one of his friends who did visit found Mike to be used as a
'prison bitch boy'. His good looks and once his story was known, made him a
target. He had told the friend how he was now one huge guys bitch and "
rented out" to other prisoners for cigarettes or other commodities. He wore
a collar most of the time. His hair was cut short and a tattoo placed on
his lower back that read "whore". Mike looked awful. He had lost weight,
and smelled of piss. He told his friend how he knew how I must have
felt. He was shit on,, raped repeatedly, used as a toilet. The guards
seemed to know what was happening but did little to help him. In fact, Mike
had said that some of the guards used him as well as pay for the other
cellmates privileges.

At first, I felt sorry for him but thinking what he did to me and to
Julian, made me lose all compassion.

Julian and I found it hard to stay at the apartment after what had happened
there. C.J. understood. As Mike went to prison for life, the place we had
grown up in, was deeded over to me. We stayed there, getting rid of the
bondage room but still all sleeping together in the large bed that had
first been my dad's but eventually was Mike's. I wasn't crazy about the
place so eventually sold it and moved far enough away that C.J. and Julian
could return to their jobs. I finished college and joined C.J. at his
company for awhile but eventually I stayed home to care for the house and
most importantly, to care for C.J. and Julian. Although no punishment was
given, no ball weights installed or any other degrading equipment was added
to my body, I really wanted just to serve my two lovers. In fact, I guess
you could say, I became their bitch. But, I loved it and didn't want it any
other way. C.J. kind of ruled the house. He selected and bought most of
what I wore. We became nudists at home and anywhere else we could, so few
clothes were needed. None of us wore any underwear when we did get
dressed. C.J. made sure of that as he loved to see my large cock and balls
somewhat displayed when we went anywhere. He always made me wear the
tightest jeans. He dressed a little less slutty. I didn't care. I was with
the guy who save my life. Eventually, when we made love, he even allowed me
to fuck him. He loved my big cock in has ass. It was a turn on for me
sometimes too as the only one who let me fuck him ever had been Julian.

The three lovers really enjoy the comforts of one another. I can now piss
in a real toilet again. Although I know that C.J. is in charge, I really
enjoy it and would do anything for him that he asked as he was our savior
and last hope. Julian felt the same way.



Authors note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you to all who have sent
responses, suggestions or ideas. There may be more ahead for the guys but I
think I prefer to let you take the characters anywhere you want in your
fantasies!