Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:20:26 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 18: Back Home

This is a work of fiction. The characters are invented. It is intended
solely for the fantasy entertainment of persons, age 18 or older, who want
to read about gay sex and male slavery. If you are not at least 18 years
old and/or this is not what you want, read no further.

Copyright 2009 by the author.
JKBlackhouse

Brothers & Slaves:
Characters so far:

Danny 17, currently the narrator, high school junior, on soccer & track teams;
Ken 18,  Danny's older brother, athletic body, high school senior, plays
football, baseball & wrestles; 
Gary 15, Danny's younger brother, young stud, high school freshman,
footballer; 
Tuck 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Don, soccer & track;
Don 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Tuck, backup quarterback.
Joey, 16, teammate of Danny and leader of team's turning him into their
shaved cocksucker; 
Tim, 17, personal house slave of Ken, Danny and Gary;
Mr. Howard, owner, a slave training facility.
James: head slave of the family household.

Chapt. 16: Separated

James turned on the tap at one of the sinks, knowing the sound of flowing
water would loosen the boy, then he stood before Gary and offered the boy
his dick to suck. This too Gary had already learned to accept, he said,
"Thank you, Sir," and immediately took James' hard dick into his mouth
until he had full throated it, after which he began sucking and
licking. With his attention focussed on the cock in his mouth, Gary at last
was able to let his stream loose. He moaned dishearteningly as he felt the
warm piss spread over his pubes and balls. He absolutely hated what was
being done to him and he hated James for doing it, and doing it in public
before other slaves.

Once he'd finished wetting himself, James would not allow him to wash
off. Instead, he was collared and led to the slave cage into which he was
locked. At least, he thought, the others left him alone and stopped staring
at his naked, shaved body. Unable to rid himself of the stench of the piss
now on his body, he lay on the pad in the cage, pulled his knees up toward
his chin, becoming fetus like and as he wept tears of helplessness, he
contemplated for the first time his own behavior. He acknowledged to
himself that he'd brought all this upon himself and that he'd been just
plain stupid. Not so much stupid to drink but to get caught. He would have
to act with much more care in the future. He'd serve his second week as a
naked, caged boy, then he'd give every appearance of being just the best
boy his parents could hope for. But beneath his superficial charm, he
figured, he could get back to all the good stuff he'd been doing with his
friends,
 maybe even get back to dominating Danny. Now that would be fun. The
thought cheered him considerably as he fell into a deep sleep.

Chapt.18: Back Home

Gary

For the next week, Gary was always kept naked at home, excepting of course
his collar and his chastity device that forced him to piss upward and so
drench his own pubes and balls with piss whenever he had to go. For school,
he was allowed to wear a jockstrap over the chastity container, thus
leaving his ass cheeks to rub right up against his jeans. He found it oddly
sensual to feel his ass in this way all day long, sitting in class or the
cafeteria. He would start getting a woody but the chastity stopped his dick
from filling fully yet, even if it did, he had no way to get at it.

There were two times at school that were especially hard and
humiliating. First was any time he needed to piss. He had to do it in a
stall since to piss standing was not only forbidden but was also virtually
impossible. With each urination, he drenched himself with piss because of
the way James had arranged his dick so it stood upward in his chastity
pouch and could not be pointed down. Then he had to figure out a discrete
way to wash the piss off his body so he didn't stink up the place.

Even worse though was gym class. He begged James to have him excused from
gym. He'd been on his knees, naked and collared in front of James, actually
licking his bare feet and balls as he begged. `PLease, Sir, please allow me
to be excused from gym, Sir, I'm really begging here, Sir." He could hardly
believe he was doing this before a slave but he was. James would not allow
it, so he was forced to attend gym or get reported as absent. That kind of
report at this point in time would, he was absolutely sure, lead to yet
another week as a naked caged boy and in the end, he knew he'd still have
to do it.

When Gary stripped off to change for gym, though he tried to hide his
front, some of the guys caught a view of how he was shaved, no hair in his
crotch or even in his armpits. But then they saw how his cock and balls
were locked up in the chastity device and he spent the entire hour of gym
being ragged about it. And as you'd expect from 15 and 16 year old boys,
the jeering and ragging, the snide comments about how he couldn't get it up
and was all girlie with no bush or pit hair never stopped the entire week.

His community service on the two afternoon he had to perform it consisted
of cleaning the various men's restrooms in the park. Of course they stank
and it was menial and degrading work, just right, his Overseer felt, for a
spoiled rich boy being punished. But Saturday and Sunday of that second
week, he was made to work wearing his collar, his outside shorts, and
nothing else. James had written "bad boy" on his bare chest and back so
anyone seeing him would know they were seeing a boy working off his
punishment.

To make it really bad, they had him cleaning up the outdoor soccer fields
and basketballs courts where kids his own age were playing. His ankles were
cuffed and the chain between them was only 6 inches, so he had to sort of
shuffle as he moved around barefoot. Naturally he was a spectacle and the
kids of all ages had fun taunting him and making sure he knew how
ridiculous he looked. There were many moments when he almost cried at the
teasing and embarrassment that went on, but he kept doing his work,
clearing the areas of any stray papers and garbage. Some twelve year olds,
seeing what was going on with him, deliberately left odd pieces of their
lunch sandwiches strewn about just for the fun of making him pick up the
grubby stuff and laughing at him as he did it.

Gary was a smartass, but he was also smart, tough and gritty. He took the
verbal abuse from the kids and just kept at his work. It was humiliating,
but at least come Sunday night, if his work Overseer, James and his parents
agreed he'd been good, he'd be released from the cage, the chastity device,
the nudity, and could start regrowing the hair a boy should have and
jacking off whenever he wanted, no longer having to beg James to allow him
a sexual release.

James had let him cum everyother day, and he had to eat the cum after first
blowing James and swallowing, but everyother day for a teenager was
hell. Gary ordinarily came 3 or 4 times a day so he was one horny kid the
whole week. At week's end, all the adults agreed he'd served his time, and
he was released back to his room, and his normal life, save in one respect,
he was not allowed to wear underpants. He was required to wear a jock
instead, and when in the bedroom, that was all he was allowed to wear for
the next 3 weeks. He didn't mind, it made him feel very male and
sensuous. He loved jerking off into the jock and then closing it over his
cock and balls with the cum coating them from the jock pouch into which
he'd shot. Once back in the bedroom, he set his sights on dominating his
brother Danny and their slave, Tim.

Danny

I had found it really tough seeing Ken having to strip naked in front of
all those people in the court room and then watching as he was led away
into a life of slavery for at least the next two years. I really felt that
I was the slave brother, and I was the one they should be taking but it was
not to be. I really cried as Ken went through the door, naked, with an
officer holding each of his arms. What did it feel like to be so publicly
humiliated? I really wanted to know but it didn't seem like it would be in
the cards for me. How could I experience it without embarrassing Mom and
Dad, and of course without setting myself on a course to be a slave for
life? That wasn't something I was ready to do, that was for sure. In the
meantime, I had Tim to tie me up and torment me. That was fun and I really
got off on it when he'd finally let me cum. Of course, he "made" me eat my
cum as a guy who's a boy and not a real guy should. Sometimes though, it
 was Tim who got tied up and I teased and tormented him just for the fun of
it.

I was so glad when Gary was allowed back in the bedroom and also glad his
punishment was over. He'd really been humiliated in front of our parents,
the slaves, and the guys at school. He'd sucked it up and became docile and
obedient in a way I hadn't seen since he was maybe 6 or 7 years old. He'd
always been a rebel, always wanted to be in charge.

It was true he could only wear a jockstrap when he was in our bedroom, and
at first, the strap was the only thing he could wear under his pants, no
underwear allowed. Now truthfully, almost turning 16, Gary had a great
tight body. He was very athletic, was developing a really nice chest, had
little pink nipples that I just wanted to sink my teeth into and a boy butt
to die for. His package wasn't bad either. A good 5 inches of resting dick,
balls larger than mine, and a boner that was between 7 and 8 inches. I
know, he made me measure it several times. I can tell you, I didn't mind
doing that at all. He was about 5'11", 145 pounds and definitely still
growing. He was going to end up about 6'2", I'd guess and maybe 170 to 175
lbs.

As you've probably already picked up, he was a coniver and a
schemer. Immediately on his return, he established that if he could only
wear a jock in the room then so must Tim and I. He did this through force
of personality not through intimidation exactly, although in truth, he was
pretty intimidating when he wanted to be. It was really Gary more than Ken,
for example, who'd decided Tim and I had to sleep naked in my bed and not
touch eachothers genitals, or nipples or asses so we would get turned on
lying warm body to warm body, but we couldn't do anything about it. Gary
was naturally dominating and since I was naturally submissive, it worked
pretty well. I was older but really, in the room, he was now the boss.

He started pretty mildly. I had to tell him the time I would need for
homework so he would know when I'd be available for his use. Naturally I
could have stopped the whole thing. All I had to do was tell my parents or
James and Gary would be in deep shit again. He knew it so he made sure he
didn't go too far while steadily increasing his demands. At first, all I
had to do was suck him off morning and night, swallowing of course, and
suck off Tim whenever Gary wanted me to which was at least everyother day
and often daily. Not only did I have to beg Gary for his dick and his cum
before I blew him, but he decided I must do the same with Tim. Tim didn't
seem to mind at all, but then, why would he? A free guy naked on his knees,
first begging to be allowed his dick and then blowing him. What was not to
like?

Gary started with two rules, one of which caused me trouble and the other
was sometimes difficult but not too painful. First, he would not allow me
any pubic hair. With a smooth crotch and the genital jewelry my brothers
had installed on me permanently, the guys on the team made fun of me every
day we showered after practice and I had to say something, so I said I
liked it that way, it was hot. That actually led some of my friends to
shave themselves to see if it was really hot. A few found it a turn on and
actually stayed smooth but for the others, it was a one time thing. Of
course, they lacked the jewelry that decorated my cock and balls. At least
I was allowed back on the team but my old nemesis, Joey, made sure I
returned to the role of team cocksucker; that meant, for any guy who wanted
it after practice, I had to publicly suck his dick and swallow his cum. The
idea was an orgasm for the guy and humiliation for me.

Gary's other rule was that I must never cum unless I had his
permission. Now, you will ask, why not just cheat and jerk off at school if
I had the need? But you see, I liked it that he took control of my orgasms,
I enjoyed begging him to be allowed to cum, to eat my cum. He usually made
me lick his feet and balls, or even give him a full body tongue bath before
he'd let me cum. I loved it, particularly giving him a full body lick, his
toes, his armpits and chest, and finally his crotch and increasingly hairy
balls and pubes. Serving Gary in this way made my dick really hard and led
me to mean it when I begged to be permitted to cum. Sometimes he'd say no
and that was the most exciting. I'd have a boner like steel but he wouldn't
let me touch it at all. To make things worse, he dreamed up the idea of
having Tim lick my cock and balls at these times but that was all, just
lick, no release for Danny. It was such a turn on that I was always hard
 when Tim and I got into bed on these nights. God I'd be horny. Naturally
that was the point for us both. He enjoyed making me horny without relief
and I enjoyed being made that way. What a brother!

Of course, it wasn't all just happy fun and games. He liked to hogtie me
naked on the floor and then just leave me that way for a few hours, usually
with a plug up my ass and often the jock he'd worn that day stuffed in my
mouth, taped to keep it in. I really liked the smell and taste of his
jockstrap plus it made me so helpless to be hogtied and have no way to ask
for relief. I liked that a lot. You already know I'm weird, so none of this
should surprise you. The only surprise might be how we got away with doing
this stuff without getting caught by James or our parents. But like I said
once before, no one comes in our room without knocking and receiving
permission, not that we'd dare to disallow our parents or James from coming
in, but the knock gave us time to shove me into the bathroom or under a bed
so no one would see me all tied up or with my shaved pubes. It worked liked
a charm for quite a while.

Meanwhile, I kept talking with James about how I could get back to the
slave training facility run by Mr. Howard. Bless him, James finally came up
with an idea. He'd get permission from my parents to take Gary and me
camping for a weekend, something we both enjoyed and had done many previous
times, but he'd drop me off instead at Mr. Howard's and then pick me up on
the way home at the end of the weekend. My parents agreed to the camping
trip for a weekend soon, which gave us time to set things up with
Mr. Howard.

Mr. Howard had some things I had to do before my visit with him and some
quite specific orders as to my clothing when I arrived at his place. First,
I must shave not only my pubes, cock and balls, but also my armpits and
legs. I wasn't keen on this last, but orders were orders and I love obeying
orders. Second, I was to be delivered with a clean, plugged ass. And
finally, when I was dropped off, I was not allowed any clothes, I must
arrive naked. Wow, all this got me hard every night when I thought about
it, and sometimes during the day as well. Since Gary didn't let me cum as
often as a guy my age needs to, this meant getting a boner during the day
at school. After a few days of this, I took to wearing a jock under my
boxers to hide the hard-on, that is until Gary decided no boxers, just the
jock under my jeans. That was OK with me. It also helped keep me horned and
was another excuse for the guys to tease me. Except for Ken not being home
and
 wondering what was going on with him, I didn't see how things could be
better (well, unless James kept me locked in the cage, but I knew there was
no way that was going to happen).

Now all I could do was get Gary off whenever he liked and wait for my next
training with Mr. Howard. It was something I dreamed about almost every
night. I was weirdly hungry for it, I can tell you that.



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