Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 02:59:58 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 22: A Slave's Worth

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. 21: Brotherly Love
Ken

Gary called for Ken to be brought up to the bedroom. There Gary removed his
plug, had Ken clean out, and then he fucked him hard, depositing his seed
deep within Ken. He chained Ken's ankle to his bed and while he slept in
the bed, Ken slept at his feet on the floor, right where Gary had always
wanted him to be. Now thought Gary, I have control over both Ken and
Danny. This is just too great. I'll blast a load down his mouth in the
morning. Gary had no trouble falling quickly asleep whereas for Ken, there
were a couple of hours of reviewing the day in his mind and thinking about
the humiliations Gary had already visited upon him. There was little he
felt he could look forward to except more of the same. Meanwhile, with Tim
in his arms, Danny was thinking about how he could experience slavery just
the way Ken was for a short time. He dreamed of his own humiliation. The
bedroom was quiet with only the sounds of four boys sleeping.

Bothers & Slaves: Chapt. 22: A Slave's Worth
Ken

Ken's parents were at a loss what to do. It was so awkward to have their
son groveling around in their own home like a common slave, which of course
is just what he was. For the next week, during which Gary had at least two
orgasms a day shooting into Ken's mouth and/or his ass, and during which
James set the slave to cleaning five bathrooms a day including the one
adjoining what used to be Ken's bedroom and also the slave cleansing room,
the parents wrestled with the problem. They felt guilty having allowed Ken
to descend to his current level but as they told Ken one night when he
again begged for their help, there was really nothing to be done at least
for his first year. After that they could approach the judge but until
then, Ken would have to stay a slave and as long as he lived with them,
subject himself to James and to all the house rules concerning slaves. Ken
wept when they told him this, tears cascading down his cheeks and mighty
sobs from his chest.

Toward the end of the week, Danny at his request had a private conversation
with his parents. "Mom, Dad, there's something I think you ought to know
but its sort of awkward to tell you. Could I tell James and then he could
tell you?"

Mom: "What's it about, dear? There's nothing you can't tell us. Out with
it, Danny. Now."

Danny: "OK but don't say I didn't warn you. It's about Gary and
Ken... er...809. Well, Gary has been taking advantage of 809 just like he
wasn't his brother. You know, like he would with any slave, male or
female. You get what I mean?"

Mom: `Frankly, Danny, I have no idea what you're saying. Just spit it out
boy."

"OK, if you really want to know: Gary has been making 809 get him off, you
know, have sex, and beating his rear end just for the fun of it, and then
making him do humiliating things like go to the store naked to buy
things. Ken...809...comes back crying from the embarrassment `cause he
always sees people he knew as a free guy and they're shocked and make him
explain or if it's kids, they make him do things and as a slave, he has to
do them. Whatever they say, like say pump the buttplug he has to wear all
day, in and out of his, you know, rear end."

Dad: "You mean, Gary has been taking advantage and is being cruel to your
brother...well, you're former brother?"

"Yeah, Dad, that's exactly it. So I just thought you ought to know, that's
all. I don't much like it but I guess it's up to you. I just wanted you to
know. Please don't tell Gary I told you, he'll kill me.

Dad: "OK, thanks son. We'll take it from here. We won't tell Gary you told
us, don't worry. And you did the right thing to let us know. Anything
else?"

"Nope. I guess I'll go do my homework. Thanks Mom, and Dad for
listening. I'm sure it's not something you wanted to hear." With that,
Danny left his parents to figure the thing out. He felt he'd done the right
thing and besides, getting Gary in trouble, if he was, would be a bonus,
but what he really wanted was to make things easier for his favorite
brother. Plus, if he hadn't needed the ride to the training place, Ken
would never have gotten in trouble in the first place.

The parents had a nasty argument. Of course they had already heard from
James on Ken's first day at the house that James suspected the boys were
using Ken for sex. Dad wanted to find some way out for Ken, whereas Mom
felt the punishment of Ken should proceed without any parental
intervention. Just let him be the slaveboy he was sentenced to be, a
sentence, she noted, he'd earned all on his own. The argument must have
gone on for at least a good twenty minutes before they went their separate
ways.

Of course, Ken had no idea all this was going on. His days were filled with
cleaning bathrooms, on hands and knees, they would not even give him a mop,
his nights chained to Gary's bed and sleeping on the floor, his ass filled
all day every day with his black buttplug. and his genitals locked in his
chastity cup unless he could beg and serve Gary to the point that Gary
would allow him to cum. As the days went by, he cried less often but never
did he feel comfortable with his new station in life. Instead, he felt
miserable, embarrassed and ashamed. The trips outside that Gary, and very
occasionally James sent him on, never allowed even a pair of shorts, forced
to be naked, were a nightmare for him, especially when he encountered kids
he knew who taunted him and made him do things like crawl on the sidewalk
or lick their sneakers.

At last the parents decided. They would auction Ken under terms of a lease
agreement, and then only to people they knew or at least were known to them
and on whom they could count for his decent treatment, well as decent as a
slave could expect. They asked James to arrange the details of the lease,
of course without informing Ken. His parents did not intend to tell Ken
until the time of the actual auction. They decided the initial lease would
be for six months, renewable by agreement of both the parents and the
leaser.

Several weeks later, James had it all set up and the family lawyers had
drawn up the necessary documents. Without explanation, Ken was taken to a
local firm that performed such private party auctions. No one would tell
him what was going on and of course as a slave, he could not initiate a
conversation.

Why, he wondered, was he being so carefully cleaned, both inside and out,
why the reinstallation of the 6 inch hobble which made it impossible for
him to take anything but baby steps? Something was in the works, but what
was it?

His parents gave Ken a hug and then told him he was now to be auctioned
under a six month lease. He could not have been more surprised. Delighted?
Depressed? He didn't know. To be out from under Gary and the humiliation of
living as a slave with his own family, great, but what of his new Master?
Would he be kind, gentle, or harsh and punishing? Thinking of this, he wept
some at his own helplessness to determine his fate, but also at his parents
planning this without ever telling him (or better, asking him).

Ken's chastity cup was removed, and his cock stroked by a slave until his
boner was fully hard and standing out and up from his smooth pubes. He was
told to stand on a small platform, to turn in a circle slowly so all
present could see every bit of him, to bend over and spread his cheeks to
show his asshole, the plug having been removed, to kneel in the present
position, to kiss the feet of the auctioneer, to get on his hands and knees
and finally to stand in the present position, hands behind the head,
armpits smooth, heavy nipple rings hanging down on his well formed chest,
snout ring reaching his lips and the PA hanging down from his erect
member. He was quite the sight of maleness, a young, white, teenage stud.

With the spotlight directed down on him, he could not see who the bidders
might be. He felt himself to be like an animal, a two legged animal, unable
to speak, his future out of his hands, there to be bought through a lease
by a Master to whom he would owe instant obedience. Though he fully
realized he was a slave, he remembered himself as a free guy, able to do as
he pleased, dominate and fool around with others, able to command
slaves. Now he was himself one. It was hard, hard, to accept.

Among the potential bidders were the men of several households well known
to the family, as well as a few not so well known. All had been carefully
screened and then selected as owners known to be fair and responsible slave
owners. As a first step, after Ken had been exhibited, bidders were invited
to examine him personally if they wished. Several accepted the
invitation. The father of a boyhood friend felt his thighs and biceps, had
him contract the biceps, stroked his penis and pits; another fingered his
asshole which startled Ken but he dared not make a sound other than a grunt
followed by a "thank you, Sir." One man weighed his banded balls, pulled
them to an additional stretch, then tapped them causing him to wince, after
which this man felt his dick, stroked it until there was a drop of precum,
Ken beginning to pant, he'd not been allowed to cum for the last 5 days,
then required to lick the precum from the man's finger and thank him for
the privilege. Yes, he'd been well schooled and then further trained by
James.

Men stroked Ken's muscled chest, tweaked his nipples, lifted and dropped
the heavy nipple rings and the snout ring. Ken kept his head bowed as a
slave must. At last the auctioneer, acknowledging that this was an unusual
auction since it involved no more than a 6 month lease, asked for an
opening bid. The bidding was spirited, with counter bids from many parties
until it reached the higher hundreds of thousands. Amazing, since afterall,
a slave wasn't being sold, just rented for 6 months. Ken's parents watched
nervously, realizing they had done all they could to bring in only
responsible owners. Who walked off with their son, they could not control.

The final bid came in at $490,000. Two thirds of that would go to Ken's
parents. They resolved to bank it for Ken who, of course, had in a sense
earned it. The winning bidder was Mr. Frank Wallace, father of Ken's school
friend Ron, also like Ken, 18 years old. Now Ken would be a slave in Ron's
household. It was not something he was looking forward to. Though the two
boys had always gotten along well enough, there'd always been a slight
sense or rivalry between them and now Ron, naturally, as a free boy, would
have the way upper hand.

Mr. Wallace shook hands with Ken's parents and then made immediate plans to
have Ken delivered by Slave Delivery Services to his house. The Delivery
Service placed Ken in a standing cell in the back of an open pickup truck,
thus leaving him on view to much of the city as they drove through
it. Spread-eagled in the cell, every part of Ken's body was displayed in a
stretch. There was many a whistle as the truck drove by and many a second
glance at Ken's chest and genitals from girls (and boys) who knew him at
school and from matron's who did not. Ken hung his head in shame and
embarrassment.

Delivered finally to Mr. Wallace's house, Ken was turned over to the chief
slave of the house, known there as 768. Ken felt completely humiliated by
the combination of the auction and the delivery to the house. He was
immediately informed of the house rules, they were not much different from
the rules at home. Once again, he would be lowest slave in the
house. Mr. Wallace called for Ken. As soon as he entered Mr. Wallace's
study, Ken crawled to the front of Mr. Wallace and then kissed both his
feet. He then knelt in the wide-kneed slave present position, as least as
wide as his 6 inch hobble would allow.

"Right, 809," Mr. Wallace said "you will be the personal slave of my son. I
know the two of you know eachother from school. You are no longer
schoolmates. You are now a slave not a student and Ron is free and your
Master. Any failure to treat him as such will be severely
punished. Understand boy?"

"Master, yes Master."

"Good." Mr. Wallace picked up his cellbank phone and summoned his son to
the study. When Ron entered he saw something he had only hoped in the
morning that he would see, his former friend Ken now kneeling as a slave
before his father. "Son, 809 is your slave. Do with him as you will but
maintain your control and remember he is not your friend he is your
slave. Are you not, 809?"

"Master, yes Master."

"OK Ron. It's yours. Take it upstairs. You may take it to school or not as
you choose. If not, 768 will have plenty of work for it while you're
out. Your choice. Now take it upstairs."

"Dad, I can hardly believe you did it. Thank you so much, Dad. You can be
sure I'll not forget who's Master and who's slave. Come along 809."

"Master, yes Master." Ken having not been told he could stand had no choice
but to crawl behind Ron as he left the study. Ron, looking behind him,
realized the problem and ordered 809 to stand. The slave was thankful and
courteously said so.

Once upstairs in Ron's suite, which consisted of a partially closed off
sleeping area and a full study/play/sitting room and luxurious bathroom,
Ken had not previously realized just how wealthy Ron's family was. Ron sat
in his desk chair and had Ken kneel before him in the slave present
position. He looked his new property up and down. The firm chest, the
nipple and snout rings, the chastity cup locking in the cock and balls, the
band around both, the ring through the cock, the band around the balls and
the ring at the base of the scrotum. What a hot boy his new slave was,
thought Ron.

"OK 809, this is where I get to use you, play with you. I'll bet you don't
want to have to go to school with me, but I just may have you doing
that. You'll do whatever I command no matter what it is, understand, 809?"

"Master, yes Master." Ken hated the fact that a schoolmate, a boy his own
age and known to him, was now his Master.

"Good, now undress me. I want to feel your tongue licking me. You are
plugged aren't you boy?" Ken began realizing this was going to be no picnic
with Ron.

"Master, yes, Master, the slave is buttplugged, Master."

"Good, you are to be continuously plugged unless I tell you differently,
809. You will clean out every morning before I wake up and every evening so
your ass is available any time I want to use it, which will probably be
often. You will be my urinal and, if you are very good, I may let you cum
once in a while. Now, undress me."

"Master, yes Master." Ken crawled over to where Ron sat. He first kissed
the boy's feet and then removed his sneakers and socks, then kissed each
bare foot. He figured he might as well get the whole humiliation thing over
with and just get into it. He removed Ron's T shirt and admired the strong
chest with just a few hairs around the nipples and between the pecs. Once
he'd had those hairs. Now he was totally smooth. Finally, he pulled on the
shorts Ron wore. The boy raised his ass to allow the pants to be pulled
completely off. Underneath he wore the jockstrap he liked best, the one
that was too small and which he almost never put in the wash because he
liked the smell of his crotch carried in the jock and of the cum and piss
stains in the pouch.

Ken began by immediately begging permission to lick his Master's feet. He
tongued every inch of the smelly feet, trying not to gag over the moist,
sweaty toes. Ron lay on his bed and Ken licked up both the boy's hairy legs
to his crotch. Then up the middle of his abdomen to his chest. Ron kept
encouraging him to lick hard. He did. Next the chest and nipples. He begged
his Master to tell him if he liked having his nipples played with and if so
how hard. Told Ron wanted to feel the slave's teeth on his nipples, Ken
obliged by gently grinding them in his teeth until both were hard as an
eraser.

Next came the bad part, the armpits. Ron was quite hairy there and Ken had
to tongue through the hair inorder to get to the sweaty skin. He stuck his
nose in the pit, sniffing as he'd been taught. Then his tongue. The sweat
was sour like armpit sweat always seemed to be. He licked back down the
center of the chest and abdomen until he reached the pubes. Ron was moaning
with the pleasure of it all. Ken was surprised by what he saw. Ron had
quite obviously trimmed his pubes. There was no hair crossing over to the
thighs, just immediately above the cock and balls. And instead of a thick
bush like Ken used to have, Ron had barely enough length for a single
curl. Hmm, thought Ken, what gives? Ken licked across the pubic hair and
then tongued the cock and balls.

He took each ball into his mouth separately, rolling them slightly. That
brought loud moaning from Ron. The balls were
hairless. Shaved. Hmmm. Finally, Ken asked permission to lick and then suck
the cock. He was given permission and told that when Ron shot, Ken was to
hold the cum in his mouth not swallow it.

Ken started pumping his mouth up and down on the already firmly hard dick,
about 6 inches maybe, if that. He full throated it and it took less than a
minute for Ron to shoot. His back arched, his toes curled as he
erupted. There was a huge load of thick, creamy cum but Ken held it in his
mouth as ordered.

Ron told him he wanted Ken to kiss him and transfer the cum into his
mouth. Astonished, Ken opened his lips to kiss his young Master and
snowballed him. Ron calmly took the cum, stuck a finger in his mouth and
used it to coat his nipples and center chest with cum, then he swallowed
the rest, which he did groaning and moaning with pleasure. Finally, he had
Ken lick the cum from his nipples. He then lay back, seemingly content,
sweating after his urgent orgasm. Ken thought to himself, `my my, this is
going to be interesting. This kid is definitely twisted.' Yes indeed, and
Ken would soon find out just how twisted he was.


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