Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 00:31:02 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son (part 8) incest, urination, authoritarian

This story is about male on male sex. It involves men and boys, some of whom
are related. If you do not like that kind of thing you are free to exercise
your right NOT to read it. If you are underage, you should be doing homework
right now and not playing around in this kind of site. So depart.

If you like it, let me know. Since the story is fantasy, the characters do
not practice safe sex. You should, however. Besides, I can not think of
anything safer than a JO to a story. Email me if you want to make some
comments.

This part will not make sense unless you have read  the previous parts. So
get to it!


My Master, My Son (Part 8)
By Dennis

Chapter 15- Cop Abuse

The house was quiet when I came back. A uniform and the handcuffs lay in the
middle of the living room floor. I stripped and put my clothes in the closet.

I stood at the base of the stairs but there was no sound from Chuck's
bedroom. When I went into the kitchen I could hear the sound of voices coming
from the basement. The door leading to the stairs was slightly open.
Listening at the crack, I could hear Chuck's voice, "Go ahead, Anthony. You
did a good job on the pig. Do this one too."

Then I heard the unmistakable sound of the electric razor. They were shaving
Gordon. There was a sobbing protest from the cop just above the buzzing,
"Please, you can't take my hair. I will do what you say, just don't do this
to me. I have to dress and undress at the gym and at the station sometimes. I
couldn't let anyone see me like that."

"That will be something you will have to work out. As for the gym, you will
be working out here with the pig. Be happy, pigboy, we are not taking that
`stache and the hair on your head. As for doing what we said...well, that is
not a choice you have, is it."

They had found something to use to attack his ego. Not only was he naked and
without his uniform, but now he was going to lose one of the things that
separated him from boys. And he was crying. To cry before other men would be
a shameful thing for Gordon. To do it before his teenage captors would
humiliate him even more. They had, as I predicted, begun their attack on his
mind.


I went to the intercom to inform them of my return. I was told to set up
everything. They had things to do. A while later, after the sound of the
razor stopped, I was called downstairs.

Gordon was naked and spread eagle in the vertical frame. He was still wearing
the dog collar. Attached to his nipples was a set of tit clamps. Wooden
clothes pins hung on his ball sack. His body was devoid of all hair. Juan was
saying, "You have to keep your body this way, smooth as a babies butt. Got
that, pigboy? No stubble, no stray hairs. You can get the pig to look you
over. In fact, you can take care of each other. You are slave brothers, now."

The cop's head hung down. Through his diminishing sobs he said, "Yes, Master."

Miller turned to Chuck, "Okay for me to fuck him now? That smooth ass is very
inviting."

"He's yours."

Miller circled behind the hanging man and placed his hands on the slave's
hips. He pushed his cock into the exposed pussy. From the cop I heard,
"Oooffff", when the fucker's pubes hit his cheeks. Miller both pushed  and
pulled the suspended body towards him. He was taking his sweet time about it.

"Tell him how much you like the feel of his cock in your cop pussy, pigboy"

In between grunts, Gordon said how much he liked it, how he didn't want him
to stop, how he wanted to be fucked, how great it felt to have a cock up his
ass. The pigboy may have been telling the truth. His pretty cock was standing
out from his body and bouncing with the thrusts of his attacker.

Miller's pace was increasing. He was about to cum. He yanked the cop's ass
back onto his cock and let out a loud breath. His muscles tensed every time
he came but his cock stayed buried. After a while I could see that he was
straining again. He was pissing into Gordon's pussy. When he pulled out, the
piss and cum came out onto the floor.

"You two can clean that up later", Chuck said to me, "Is everything ready
upstairs?"

"Yes, Master. The sandwiches are on the table. The beer is in the
refrigerator."

"Good. Let's go up and eat, guys. Pig, take him down and clean him up. Clean
up this mess too. You can take the clothes pins off but leave the tit clamps
on. He will wear them for the rest of the night. Both of you are to come up."

When I untied him from the frame, he fell into my arms. I had to hold him up.
Helping him over to the tub next to the washing machine, I took one of the
face cloths  and washed his butt crack and pussy, drying them with a towel.
There were red marks on the cheeks of his ass.

Gordon didn't say anything until I was done, "They made me drink their piss,
upstairs. When they brought me down here and hung me up, the beat me with a
belt, slow and light at first, then harder. Pastore beat me with his belt
sometimes."

"The same thing happened to me. Chuck knows a lot about that stuff. Where he
learned it, I don't know. He's a sadist. Maybe he was born that way. I didn't
see it when he was younger.  I figured they would take your body hair. It was
Anthony's idea. He shaved me the first time, too."

"They said that being without hair was the sign of a slave. Anthony doesn't
seem as bad as the others."

"He isn't. But he loves Chuck and will do anything for him. They all do. By
the way, we shouldn't use our names around them. Just pig and pigboy. We had
better get up stairs."

"Geez, I am tired. Are we going to eat? I could use a beer too"

"The only beer we will be getting from them is recycled"

"Oh god."

After making sure the boys had beers, we sat on the floor and ate from our
dishes. Gordon did not expect that. Juan was the first to stand and tell
Gordon to crawl over so he could wash down his sandwich with piss. While
Gordon took Juan's, then Chuck's, I was given Anthony's. Miller gave his to
the cop, too.

We cleaned up while the boys went into the den to watch TV. We brought them
beers and drank their piss. Later we sat on the floor of the den, between
their knees and sucked their cocks while they watched a basketball game.

That night, Chuck called for both of us to service him. We lay on either side
and together sucked at his cock and balls. He had Gordon mount him and get
him off. While pigboy cleaned my son's cock, I had to suck the cum out of his
pussy.

I was called to Miller's room to suck him off. Gordon went to Juan's. When I
was dismissed, I walked past Juan's open door. The boy was asleep on his back
and Gordon, wide awake, had Juan's cock in his mouth. He was gently nursing
on the soft dick. I was sure Juan had ordered him to do it. He would to stay
awake the whole night in order not to lose hold of that cock. He would get no
sleep. There was a kind of pleading in his eyes. I knew what was going on.
Sleep deprivation. For the next couple of days Gordon would get no sleep. He
would become more malleable as time wore on. That, and the physical and
sexual abuse he would be put through, would wear him down. Juan would awaken
every few hours and drop a load into the cop before falling back to sleep.
Miller would probably have him tomorrow.

 Anthony was going to spend the night  and he wanted me in his bed. When I
came into the den, he rolled onto his stomach and ordered me to lick his
asshole. I fingered him and when he did not object, I took off the rawhide
and got on top of him.

"Master, should I cum in you?"

"Yeah!"

I fucked his pretty ass at a nice, slow pace. We with my cock up his muscular
boy butt. I had to suck him off and clean his asshole to eat out my cum. He
had his own way of trying to abuse me. I liked it.

Chapter 16- Making Money For Chuck


The next morning Anthony gave me his first cum followed by his strong
flavored morning piss "to wash it down". He went up stairs to shower. As
usual, Chuck had me wash his 15 year old body in the shower in his bathroom.
I took his morning wood, bending over,  which he followed with a piss enema.
When I went into the hall, I could hear noise coming from Juan's bedroom.
When I checked, I saw Miller and Juan double teaming Gordon in Juan's bed.
Lying on his back he was getting fucked by Miller while Juan was straddling
his face thrusting that brown dick down the cop's throat. He still had the
tit clamps on.

I went into the second bathroom to see if I was needed by Anthony when there
was a loud scream from Juan's bedroom. Anthony just said, "They must have
taken off the tit clamps," and laughed.

After I dried off Anthony's 15 year old body, I went into the other bathroom.
Gordon lay in the tub. He was holding his dick while he pissed and aiming it
towards his mouth while the two boys emptied their bladders on him.

As I was getting breakfast ready, Gordon stumbled down the stairs, obviously
feeling the result of no sleep. His nipples were dark red and angry. When he
accidentally brushed one of them on my arm  he screamed in anguish. "It will
go away", I assured him.

After breakfast, Chuck handed him a list of things he was to do. They were
things to make sure he didn't get any rest. Telling me to follow him back
upstairs, Chuck told the other three boys to keep an eye on their prisoner
and to take him to the basement if they had to.

Upstairs Chuck showed me one of those slick gay weekly magazines you could
get free at bars in the city. There, in the escort /model section was my
picture. My face didn't show but the rest of me did. Chuck had taken the
photograph a couple of weeks ago. It was a side shot of me in a jock. My hard
cock pressed against the pouch fabric and the curve of my ass was outlined by
the straps. Under it was written. "28 yr old, Nice Shaved Bod, Well Hung, Top
or Bottom, $100 per hour, (groups at higher rate), HAVE YOUR FANTASY SCENE!,
Will Do Almost  Anything, out only", then a phone number and a request to
leave a message.

"I lied about your age. You look younger. I took out the ad for this week.
This is how you will be making us money. You're about to become a whore. Like
that, pig? You are following in your son's footsteps. I have lined up 3 for
this afternoon and evening. The addresses are here.  The first is with a
business man. You are going to be a workman who becomes his sex toy in his
office. You will need to bring the tool box for the fantasy. You can wear
jeans and a white tee for all of today's appointments. Get a pair of Miller's
jockeys to wear. The last is a guy staying at the Hyatt. After you get use to
this, we can rent you out for overnighters for  visiting businessmen who want
a good looking guy when they go out.  That will cost more. It's not very
often that you will do those. But you never know."

"Master, I have never done anything like this?"

"I know, but you will learn how. You might even enjoy the variety Just
remember, get the money first. Here. I have written out the addresses with
each of the kinds of things they want. Usually, in this business, it will be
just simple sex, hotel rooms, out of towners probably. Use your car. While
you are in the city, stop at this place", indicating an address, "It's a
leather store. Pick up the same kind of butt plug you wear. The times and
places are on here also. Check your watch when you get to the place. 1 hour
is what they paid for, 1 is what they get. You may have to remind them about
15 minutes before the end of the hour. Oh. yeah. Take a shower after, if you
can. Don't want you to be too funky. Lots of guys get off on shower scenes
too."

"The first is for 4 pm, in an office.  Tell the secretary that building
maintenance sent you and that you are there to repair the office thermostat .
Take your cues from the guy. The second is for 7:30 at an apartment over near
the river. The hotel one is for 9. You should be home no later than 11:30.
You can eat in the city. Use your allowance. You can cum once for each guy.
Piss taking or giving, if they want it. Drink lots of water before you leave."

I raised no objection. I was past that stage. All I wanted was to please him.
If that is what he wanted, that's what I would do.

"After I get pigboy trained, he will be joining you. He has a good body and a
great cock. Some guys like a couple of studs at once. I may even be doing
some father and son scenes with you. I have to test that out. Bet we could
get some big bucks for it."

He dismissed me with a wave of his hand. I returned downstairs. I could hear
the hum of the vacuum cleaner in the living room and figured Gordon was
cleaning. I took care of the kitchen. Juan told me not to do the upstairs,
the cop would be doing the cleaning today.

The office scene was pretty hot. After telling his secretary she could go
home, the guy handed me my money and then played out the scene.  He was about
50, graying hair, 5' 8". He was getting office spread in his butt and a gut.
He was sitting at his desk in his shirt and tie. It was warm. I went over to
the thermostat and opened my tool box. He had it set on high for the
illusion. He said that since it was so warm, it would be ok if I took off my
shirt and worked that way. Bare chested, I pretended to fix the thermostat.
The guy looked me over and started pulling at his cock under the desk. While
I worked he said that he was a producer of porn films (he wasn't) and that he
was always looking for new talent and that I looked like I might be what he
was looking for to play in his next film. He said that I could make a
thousand or more a film.

"Yeah? Wow that would be great. This job pays shit. How do I try out for a
part?

"You can do that right now. Why don't you strip down and let me see what you
have to offer?

He leaned back as I got out of my jeans and shorts. Calling me over to his
side of the desk, he told me to show him my body. Then he reached for my cock.

"We do a lot of closeups. Let me get a good look at that."  He fingered it
and then lifted it to look at my balls. I was starting to get a boner. He
remarked on my tit rings and my shaved body. Telling me to turn around, he
rubbed my cheeks with his two hands.

"My next film is all male. That would mean having sex with another guy. Have
you ever done that?

"No. When I was a kid my friends and me use to jerk each other off but that
was it. I ain't no faggot."

"That's too bad. The money is good and it only takes a couple of days."

"What would I have to do?"

Get your cock sucked, and suck off the other guy. Same with fucking."

"Geez, I don't know. I never did any of that"

"I have an idea. Why don't we try out some of that right here and now. This
can be like a screen test. If you can handle it, you've got the job."

"Well..."

"Here, let me show you", and he reached up and slipped my cock into his
mouth. He worked over my cock and balls with his hands. I put my hands on his
head and said how good it felt. Then he  said that I should see if I could
suck a cock by using him. I got onto my knees in front of the chair as he
unzipped his fly. His dick was about 6 inches and uncut. I reached for it and
acted like I was new at it. He instructed me on good cock sucking technique.
I banged my forehead on his belly. I got better as he talked. I licked his
balls, skinned back the foreskin, held onto his hips, ran my hands over his
legs and up under his shirt to his nipples. All the time, he told me how good
I was getting.

He stood and dropped his pants and boxers, stepped out of his loafers and his
pants and said that we should 69. I pretended to not know what he meant.
After he explained, we did it. All the time he kept on his shirt and tie. He
was getting off on the fact that I was naked and he was not.

For fucking, he demonstrated what I would have to do. He had me bend over the
desk so he could suck my ass.  He used spit as a lube and slipped his dick
into my asshole. I protested that I was not queer and was only doing this to
get the job etc etc etc. Then he had me do it to him, teaching me what to do
as we went along. He "taught" me the ways to get fucked  by first
demonstrating it then having me do it to him. We played around at this for a
while. Finally I told him that I had "to get back to the shop soon".
Translated that meant we had 15 minutes left. He finished the scene by first
sucking me to orgasm and then fucking me over the desk.

He was still only wearing the shirt and tie when I left the office. He said I
had the job that he would be calling. Fantasy to the end.

I stopped at the leather store and then a bar for a drink and something to
eat. It had been a long time since I had that kind of freedom and I intended
to take advantage of it.

The next guy was in his mid 30s, athletic and attractive. His apartment was
really nice. So was he. It was simple sex, the kind I use to have. No orders,
no pain. Just fucking and sucking. He was real passionate. We kissed and
played the hour away. When we were done, I asked him why he didn't just go to
the bars and pick up a guy. He shouldn't have any trouble. He told me was
that, first of all, he was married with kids and he was afraid that he might
be seen going into that kind of place, and second, this was the apartment of
a friend. He lived in the suburbs. Well, if he wants to pay for what he could
be getting for free, it was his business.

The third one was a kink session. I had to wear a bra and garter belt and
panties and put on makeup for the session. The guy provided all of the things
needed. When it was over, he said that he was really turned on by making a
real masculine stud (thanks dude) do that kind of thing. The sex was very
ordinary. He came in me but did not care if I came or not. After we finished,
I was able to take a shower. That's when I came. He sucked me off in the
shower and then had me do him there. He even insisted on drying me off when
we were done.

I got home just before 11:30. After I had stripped I went into the den.
Miller, Juan, and my son  were watching some movie on HBO. Anthony had gone
home.  Gordon was on his back on the floor , his legs resting on a chair. He
was wearing his uniform shirt. hat, and shoes and socks. He also had been
fitted with a ball stretcher. He was fucking himself with a dildo that Chuck
had bought to use on me. Gordon told me later that because he hadn't brought
them their beers fast enough, as punishment,  he had to do that for the
entire time the picture was on. The film lasted for almost 2 hours. Actually
their plan was just to keep him exhausted and to humiliate him by making him
wear the symbol of his former status. It had worked.

After handing him the money, Chuck ordered me to straddle the cop's face so
he could eat out the cum that remained. I was to take over fucking him with
the dildo.The film ended and I got to my feet. Gordon just lay there, the
dildo hanging out of his ass.

They ordered him to kneel, gave him their piss and then took the two of us
upstairs. It was a repeat of the previous night except that Gordon kept on
the parts of his uniform. I took note of the fact that he said very little.
His "Yes, Master" and "No, Master" were given in a very low voice. His eyes
were red from lack of sleep and he moved almost mechanically.

From Chuck's room we went to Juan's. The cop was fucked while I had to lick
Juan's asshole. After the officer got his pussy cum filled, I was made to eat
his hole before we went to Miller. We gave him a tongue bath. Miller then
told Gordon to start sucking him off. I was dismissed. As I walked out, I
heard Miller telling him that, after taking his Master's cum, he was to keep
the cock in his mouth for the rest of the night. He was to nurse on it. If it
got hard, he was to  suck it. He would get no sleep that night.

The next morning, after completing my chores with Chuck's shower, I went down
the hall. Once again, the other two boys were double teaming Gordon. The rest
of the day was like the previous one. Chuck gave me a paper with two
`appointments' for that afternoon and night.

That night, Miller and Juan kept their prisoner awake by taking turns working
him over in the basement. They had him face down on a table that I had
constructed. He was naked and spread edge, bound at the corners. His cock and
balls hung through a hole. He was hard. Although he was awake, he hardly made
a sound as they beat and tortured him. He was wearing tit clamps and butt
plug. From his balls, attached to the ball stretcher, was one of the weights
I used to work out.

They ordered me to go up stairs and bring down the large rubber enema bag and
a bucket. When I returned I saw that Gordon had been turned onto his back.
His hands were secured to the table but his legs were spread and , using
leather leg cuffs and ropes, attached to hooks in the beams. The ball
stretcher was also attached to the beams. His butt hung over the edge of the
table.

Following the Masters' instructions, I filled up the enema bag with warm
soapy water. I inserted the nozzle attached to the hose into the exposed cop
pussy. Holding the bag  up high, I opened the valve. The contents entered the
cop. He was ordered to hold it in. It was a lot of liquid. He was in agony
not to let it go. I then held the bucket under his butt and removed the
nozzle. He was told to let go. It shot out. I had to move the bucket to catch
it all. When the rush of fluid stopped, I was ordered to repeat what had just
been done. I gave him 7 warm enemas that way. He was starting to get
delirious. When he started to drift off to sleep, they would yank on his tit
clamps to revive him. When my job was done, they sent me to the den to sleep.

The next morning, the cop was still in the basement being abused. When I went
down i saw that he was strapped over the saw horse. His black baton was stuck
in his pussy. Juan was rotating it while Miller face fucked him. He was being
verbally abused as they physically abused him.

They told me to free him and clean him up and then for the two of us to come
up. They wanted to shower. Gordon was moving like an automaton. He said
nothing. he just followed my orders and direction. What the hell, I told him
to kneel and suck me off. there was no objection, he just did it.

Upstairs, Chuck told the boys to put pigboy under a cold shower.  Chuck
fucked him before getting dressed to go down to breakfast.

During the next afternoon, while I was making money for Chuck, they took him
to the city and had his nipples pierced. When I got home, he was standing
before Chuck, his hands behind his back and his eyes on the floor. In his
right nipple was a ring. Through his left was his badge. There was no fight
left.They had broken him.


end of Part 8

To be continued