Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2009 00:00:19 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 19: Trained

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 All Rights Reserved 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. 17: Meet 809
Ken

The slaves were told to stand. The leash of each was clipped to the rear of
the collar of the slave to his front. One of the officers held the leash
chain of the first slave in the daisy chain. He led them back to their
cages. Their hands were locked into heavily padded leather mitts to prevent
them from damaging the piercings and tattoos. Then they were left for the
night, still hooded, with neither food nor water. This was to teach them
that they now depended for all things, even the staples of life, on their
Masters. It was to further make them feel they were slaves. They were not
people entitled to anything. No, they were slave things, soon to be
identified only by the last three digits of their SIN's. Ken was now thing
809, short for 37681809. He didn't yet know this and wouldn't until the
next morning.

Ken wanted only one thing. To be home again and free.

Chapt. 19: Trained
Ken

After five days of training, just 55 left to go, although Ken did not know
this, Ken was growing used to his piercings and his new life as a slave. He
had learned his name was now "809," the last three digits of his SIN. He
had learned to present when kneeling with his knees widely spread to reveal
completely his banded cock and balls, his back straight, his head bowed and
his hands behind his head revealing his hairless pits. He'd learned the
kneeling rest position which allowed him to relax his back, sit back on his
heals and lower his hands so they were behind his back. He'd learned that
standing present was the same, legs spread widely, and slave rest like when
kneeling except on his feet. He's learned to remain silent except to say
"Master, yes Master," and "Master, thank you, Master." He'd even learned to
cope with the constant presence of a plug up his ass from first morning
until lockdown. It only came out for his morning and
 evening enemas and when the officer trainers began fingering the slaves'
asses.

Over the five days there had been only two 30 minutes sessions during which
the slaves had been allowed to speak freely to oneanother. During these
times he'd learned the slave with whom he was partnered for purposes of
enemas and showering, since the slaves were being taught their bodies were
not their own, they had to wash eachother, was from in-state as was he, was
named named Hal before he'd been renamed 631, and that he'd been enslaved
because his single Mom found him too much to control and besides, she
needed her share of the money that would be realized from his auction. He
had a younger brother and sister and suspected he'd never see them
again. His indenturement was for seven years, renewable for another three
years at his owner's discretion. He was thankful he was in a group being
trained to be house slaves and personal servants; i.e., sex slaves. Ken
shared his own story with Hal and they'd kissed to cement their enforced
bond to
 oneanother.

Hal was a nicely built 19 year old, well developed pectorals, large dark
nipples even before they'd been pierced, muscular biceps and thighs, a long
6 inch dick and egg sized knockers. Ken had no doubt he'd bring a good
price and would be attractive to both women and men. Certainly Ken found
him hot. They'd each given the other a blow job at the order of their
officer trainers and this had been the only time they'd been permitted to
cum during those first five days. Even having to suck over the PA rings and
with the bands on their cocks and balls, it had felt so incredibly good
every slave in the group was tortured by the need and desire to cum
again. They were one horny group of teen slaves. Ken had found Hal's cum to
be slimy like cum always was but to also have a slightly sweet taste, one
he'd love to experience again.

It no longer embarrassed Ken to be always naked but he was still bothered
by the complete loss of hair on his body. He felt, and thought he looked,
freakish with his totally smooth body and slavehawked head. On the fifth
day, the slaves had been placed in chastity devices so they no longer had
to wear mitts at night. They now had no possible way to gain access to
their dicks unless unlocked by an officer. When it was allowed, to have the
officer open the chastity cup, they were required to be on their knees
licking the officer's boots while begging to be allowed to kiss the
officer's balls and dick. When they were permitted to humble themselves in
this way, only then were they allowed to beg their "kind Master" to allow
them to touch their own cocks and to spurt slavejuice which they had to
promise to eat wherever it landed. What the officers loved was when some
landed on their boots so the fuckers had to kneel and lick the cum from the
boots,
 feeling the buttplug as they bent low. It was real funny they all thought.

The trainers lived at the facility for five straight days in rotation with
others. On their free days, they stayed with their families if they had one
or in their private apartments. But this was not true for 2 of the
trainers. While the slaves had no idea of this, each group of trainers
selected their two weakest single members to be "runts." Runts were really
slaves by another name. When not outdoors or on duty, the runts were kept
naked and collared. They had their ball, cock and pubic hair shaved and
they had to keep themselves completely smooth in these areas or be punished
for the slightest stubble. Punishment might by physical, like paddling or
whipping, or humiliation, like being chained by their neck collar to a
stake out behind the barracks and having to sleep there on the ground. They
were always on call to provide sexual services to the other officers,
including naturally their Captain and his superiors.

The purpose of enforcing this on the two officers was to motivate all the
officers to never allow themselves to be the weakest ones, knowing what
would happen to them if they were. Naturally the then current runts always
hoped another officer weaker than themselves would be transferred in,
thereby liberating one runt and substituting another. While the slaves knew
two of their trainers had shaved pubes, they had no clue that this was
anything but at the desire of the trainer. The runts were never, never
called out before the slaves. Were an officer to slip in some way and make
reference to the runts, that officer himself immediately was made a runt in
place of the one he had called out. This penalty was so severe, it almost
never occurred that a trainer slipped and called out a runt.

For the runts, their lives were not unlike those of the slaves. They wore
buttplugs at all times when off duty, had cockrings around their cock and
balls though these were not the permanent bands worn by the slaves and they
had their right nipples pierced with a one inch diameter thick ring that
felt heavy on their chests. They were sometimes made to eat their dinners
from slave bowls and might even be fed slave chow if their performance was
inadequate when servicing the other officers, something they had to do
almost nightly. Every once in a while, an officer came along who performed
weakly on purpose because he wanted to serve as a runt. If this was
discovered, the officer was taken to a magistrate and suddenly found
himself a new slave in training. Maybe that was what he truly wanted. Who
knew - or cared?

Perhaps because of their submission on off hours, the runts tended to be
especially demanding of the slaves and brutal when punishing any
infractions. There was many a runt who was himself punished for the
excessive cruelty with which he'd treated a slave or slaves. But these
games the officers played with two of their number were completely unknown
to the slaves. They had no idea two of their trainers were themselves the
objects of training and humiliation.

Ken was taught how to suck cock, to lick it, to suck balls and to lick them
through constant practice on the officers until he, like the other slaves,
became expert in using his throat and mouth muscles to milk and stroke a
dick, to swallow the cum and to properly express appreciation for having
been allowed the privilege of sucking his Master's cock and swallowing his
Master's cum.

Once they became proficient with their mouths, they were taught how to
please a man with their asses. They'd been loosened up by wearing a plug
all day every day. But not too loosened to be unable to provide enough
tightness so a man could enjoy himself screwing the slave. Ken's initiation
into being used as a fuck slave was not without pain and abuse for his
seeming inattentiveness (which was actually just being slow to understand
which muscles to use inorder to mjlk a cock in the proper way). He learned
to sit on a hard dick and to stroke the dick by moving up and down on it.

Ken was fucked in every conceivable position, On his back, on his stomach,
on all fours (the doggie position), on his side, sitting on the the
master's cock facing both toward and away from the Master. It took him
several days but he came to understand eventually that his ass was designed
for this purpose, to please a Master's dick and he actually became proud of
his ability to please, just as he'd eventually enjoyed his ability to
please a Master's cock with his mouth.

Ken had changed. After three weeks of training, he now seldom thought of
himself in any terms other than as a slave. He liked burying his face into
the crotch hair of a real man, smelling that particular scent a man's
crotch gives off, heady and stimulating, a real turn on. Not only did he
now enjoy the feel of a hard penis up his ass, he began to yearn for it,
genuinely begging his training Masters to please fuck him and fill his
slave hole. This was how he now thought. What a change from the Ken of
old. Then he would never allow a cock anywhere near his ass. No longer.

Ken really got into tongue baths when the time came for training in this
art. He particularly enjoyed licking some of the hairy areas, the Masters'
pubes and armpits. These made him fell so subservient and so inadequate as
a male with no hair, that he hungered to touch the hair of a real man with
his hands and especially his tongue. At first he was put off by the smell
and sour taste of armpit sweat but over time, he could not get enough of
it. He loved being commanded to bathe a master after they'd both been out
in the hot sun for hours. He slurped up the sweat not only in the Master's
armpits and crotch, but also the glistening on his chest and in his crack,
even around his asshole. And a Master's sweaty and dirty feet, he became
expert as sniffing them, then licking each toe and between each toe, the
smellier and dirtier, the better he sometimes thought.

It somehow began to feel right to him that he had no access to his own cock
and balls, no matter how horny; he thought it only proper he should have to
beg and serve a Master to obtain release of his tool and his cum. When he'd
shoot, aiming wherever he'd been told to aim, he'd feel his ass squeeze
down on the plug at the moment of orgasm and it felt just so so wonderful
to him. He wondered how it was he'd missed all this pleasure in the years
before. He hardly noticed his collar and wrist and ankle bands any longer,
not even the chain leash hanging down his chest bothered him. Of course a
chain was locked there, he thought, it was how a Master could grab and lead
him whenever he wished to. What could be more natural? What Ken did not
know was that his water was always laced with a small amount of Hornigen
which made him always hot and eager to serve because in serving he relieved
some of his own horniness, or so he thought.

Hornigen had been discovered only about ten years earlier and was not
available on the public market. It was used at training centers to keep the
slaves always hot and horny, always wanting to throw a boner if their
chastity devices would only permit it, always eager to please a man's cock
and body, using his tongue, his mouth, his asshole, or even his hands to
stroke and soothe the Master. It was available to major slave owners, those
who ran plantations for example, but its distribution was carefully
controlled and for someone who possessed it under proper license to misuse
it, on his family or sex mate for example, was cause for immediate lifelong
enslavement. After two slave owners had themselves been enslaved under this
rule, and the news spread, there simply were no known cases of misuse of
the artificial genetically formulated hormone. The truth is, officers at
training centers had been known to use it on eachother to set up hot sex
but this
 slight straying over the line was deliberately overlooked. Afterall,
training slaves at State facilities was hard work, very hard work, and some
leeway seemed only fair to the authorities.

After the first four weeks, a thoroughly docile Ken spent half his time the
next weeks perfecting his ability to serve sexually and the other half
learning the proper role and skills of a house slave, proper forms of
address and so on. At this point, a decision had to be made. Was the slave
to be returned to his former family as a house slave or was he to be
auctioned off?


Copyright 2009 JKBlackhouse. This work may not be reproduced, except for
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