Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2010 23:32:16 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 23:Slave At Last

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.
Ron, 18, classmate and now Master of Ken

Bothers & Slaves:
Chapt. 20: What Next?
Danny

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 torso (not much
hair), armpits, arms 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 there was no way that was going to happen, I knew).

Chapt. 23: Slave At Last Danny

It hurt to see Ken taken away and to know that some stranger would now be
his Master who would treat Ken probably like he did any other slave. That
was hard to accept. And Gary was really disappointed that he didn't have
Ken to kick around any more so of course I now became his victim. That
wouldn't have been so bad except, being pissed about losing Ken, he was
really being mean to me. He had Tim get him a chastity device from the
slave equipment room and locked my cock and balls in it. Of course, that
was hot but being unable to bone or cum was real punishment.

Inorder to cum, Gary would make me do things. Not only did I now have to be
completely naked in our room, but I had to wear a collar as well and
address Gary as `Master.' Before he'd unlock the chastity device, I'd have
to do things like rim his ass, beg to blow him or get fucked by him and
even blow our slave, Tim. Of course Tim loved that. Gary decided I should
call Tim `Sir' as well, making me like a slave to our real slave. It was
pretty humiliating but unfortunately I like being made to do things and
being humiliated so all it did was make me hornier than ever.

Gary decided I needed more physical punishment, so he had Tim bring us a
leather and a wooden paddle. It became routine for him to paddle my ass,
and sometimes my stomach until they were red, not just pink, and I was
reduced to begging for mercy. It even amused him to have Tim paddle my
ass. I had to count out the strokes and at the end thank `Sir' for the
strokes. That was pretty embarrassing when the guy beating me was actually
my slave...well, at this point, I guess he was Gary's slave and so was
I. If I got to cum everyother day, I felt lucky. And if I displeased Gary
in the least little way, one of his punishments was to deny me an orgasm
for an extra day, or even two. I can tell you that made me one very
obedient slave brother.

Meanwhile, James had set up a time for me to go for more training with
Mr. Howard. He chose a weekend with a Friday and Monday holiday, so I could
be delivered there on Friday and not be set free until Monday
afternoon. Three full days treated as a real slave. Just thinking about it
meant an expanding cock, but with the chastity device, I couldn't actually
bone up no matter how much I needed to. Gary really enjoyed watching me
struggle with a horny cock and then me begging him to be allowed to cum or
at least, to get free of the chastity device so I could at least have the
pleasure off a hard-on. Let me tell you, he was one sadistic Master, was my
brother.

On the thursday before my trip to Mr. Howard's, Gary handed me a depilatory
cream and had me spread it over my entire body, armpits, pubes, arms and
legs, everywhere. After waiting around twenty minutes with the goo on me,
he had me shower and I watched the hair I'd still had on my body wash down
the drain. I was completely smooth except for eyebrows and head. He had me
get a number one haircut so there was just a buzz of hair on my head. I
liked running my hand over it. It felt wirey and good. It wasn't until
after I'd denuded myself of my body hair that he told me the stuff kept
hair from growing for between one and two months. At that point, the damage
was done and I'd remain smooth for at least a month and maybe as long as
two months. He laughed and laughed. In all honesty, Tim thought it was
pretty funny too and secretly, I liked it kind of. It not only made me look
like a slave, it made me actually feel more like a slave. That was a
 feeling that was way cool and I got off on it.

I was really excited that I was going to get to be 415 again, the slave
name Mr. Howard had given me. Gary decided to call me 415 the week before I
was to get my training. He thought it was funny, one brother, Ken, was now
809 and I was 415. In our room, that was the only name he'd use for me and
I had to accept it. It was strange being called my slave name when I was in
my own room at my own home, but it excited me too. Oh to be free of the
chastity device and be able to have a boner.

A week later I was on my way to Mr. Howard's slave facility. James drove
and Gary was along since they were to go camping. Once I was in the car and
we were out on the highway, James told me I must strip and ride in the back
seat naked since i was now a slave waiting to be delivered. The chastity
device was off since Mr. Howard had not ordered I wear one. I sat there
completely naked, hairless from my neck down, really from my eyes down
since the cream had been used on my face and neck as well, my cock and
nipples completely erect from the sexual excitement and tension of going
almost a week without cumming and now looking forward to 3 days as close to
a real slave as I could come.

When we arrived at the Center, James just dumped me out, no money, no ID
and no clothes. He drove off. I walked barefoot to the gate and rang the
buzzer. Soon a slave appeared. He asked who I was. I wasn't sure. Who was
I, 415 or was I Danny? Looking down at my smooth crotch and boner sticking
way out in front, naked, I said I was 415, Mr. Howard's slave, there for
training. The slave, 667, had been told to expect me. He put a a leather
collar around my neck, attached a leather leash, and without further word
led me off to the main house. I had no idea what would come next and that
very helplessness excited me further. As it turned out, I was taken to one
of Mr. Howard's offices. I had not completely forgotten my training. I
dropped to my hands and knees, crawled to Mr. Howard, kissed his boots and
said, "Master, your slave, 415 is here to serve you. Master how may this
slave serve you Master?"

Mr. Howard grinned as he looked down at me. "Well boy, glad to see you
remember your place. Welcome back. Now hear this, 415. From this moment
until you are released at the gate in 3 days, you are nothing but a
slave. You will be treated as nothing but a slave. You are property. My
property and I will do whatever i want with you. There will be no choices
for you, only orders to be obeyed without pause or hesitation. The
slightest infraction will be punished as it would be for any slave. You
understand 415?"

"Master, yes Master. Thank you, Master."

"Good. We will begin by making you look more like the slave you are and
want to be. Those decorative nipple rings, they will be replaced by the
real 2 inch diameter weighted slave tit rings. We have made a nice wide
metal collar for you from measurements from when you were here before.
There are also fitted wrist and ankle bands for you. Now boy, a slave has
his prick pierced, a ring through his slit, you will have that done today.
You will also have a ring through the bottom of your sac so your cockhead
can be chained and locked under your balls. That way, you only can get hard
when your cock is released, that is when someone else decides to release
your dick. Of course, like all slaves here, you will be plugged at all
times except, perhaps, for sleep. We will see about that. Your name, 415
will be written in surgical ink on your chest and back. It will not rub
off, it will only come off with time, perhaps a week or two. Then boy, I
will assign you to your work. I have decided to add you to a slave coffle
working the fields. Good, hard slave work with a stern Overseer to make
sure you do your work.

"I will see you tonight slave. Meanwhile, all the things I have said will
be done to you and you will be taken to the fields. Oh, your body will be
creamed with a cream that will keep you hairless for the next 3-4 months.
If you return, it will be 6-8 months, or perhaps a year, and you will get
at least one permanent tattoo. While we ring you today, you will also get a
2 inch diameter snout ring. This will help you fit in, as well as the one
inch slave weighted earrings. When you leave, we will put a stud in your
nasal cartilage to keep the piercing open for future use. What do you say,
boy?"

"Master, thank you, Master. It is far more than this slave ever expected
Master. The slave will learn to live with the changes you are making to its
body, Master. Thank you, Master." I was led out of Master's office to the
metal shop where a 2 1/2 inch collar was locked around my neck, extremely
tight, and 2 inch wide restraint bands locked around my wrists and ankles,
all had lots of D-rings.Then it was off to the marking shop where my slave
name was written across my chest and back in surgical ink and unexpectedly,
a slave "S" was written on my ass where the real slave's had a tattoo or
brand "S." My cock was super hard, even leaking precum. God I was horny.

They removed the plug I'd arrived wearing and inserted in its place one
that was a good half inch wider at the base and an inch longer than
before. It had ripples in it and I could feel it rubbing my prostate which
drove me crazy.

Next it was the piercing shop. This I really dreaded. I knew all the new
piercings were going to hurt as they did them, but also long afterward.
Well, the slaves here had lived through it and so could I, I thought. I was
stretched and chained in a standing spread-eagle, blindfolded and a wide
cock gag inserted in my mouth which I sucked on. Then they began. They did
my ears first and that wasn't at all bad, a pin prick, though the earrings
they inserted were pretty heavy. Next came my nasal septum and I screamed
as they did it except, with the gag which I bit into, not much sound came
out.

The one inch PA ring was in some ways the least painful and the ball sac
ring wasn't too bad either. But when they locked a thin short chain from my
PA to the sac ring, I screamed holy murder. They were stretching too newly
inserted rings and it hurt like hell. I couldn't help it, I wept. And I
knew once the PA was done, it would be with me forever and pissing standing
would be damn near impossible. That didn't thrill me at all. But when they
let me look at my naked, completely smooth, ringed body, my cock twitched
trying to get hard it was so exciting. Of course, a boner had been made
impossible. But by god, I sure was looking like just another slave. All I
lacked was the "S" tattoo on my left pec and permanent tattoos of my slave
name, and I'd pretty much have it all. I knew if I returned for a third
time, I would probably get one or more permanent tattoos, maybe a chain
tattoo around my arm was a possibility.

The slave who had been leading me through all this, 667, now locked a 7
inch hobble between my ankles, all slaves except trustees, ponies and dogs
here wore these. No escape wearing the hobble.  What Master had done to me
was already pretty radical, more than I ever expected by far.

I was allowed about thirty minutes to rest from the ordeals of the previous
two hours and think about what had been done to me. Here is what I thought:
call me naive and perverted, but I thought dude, you are one hot looking
slave. It was hard to believe I had been so transformed in so short a
time. I hurt from every piercing and the 2 inch snout ring was definitely
going to take some getting used to. It hung down from my nose touching both
my lips. I would have to move it to eat. It was probably the most
humiliating thing they'd done, even more than the PA and earrings. Overall
I felt sore but what a rush, feeling a ring through my nose, heavy rings
pulling down hard on my nips, my cock locked down and completely under
Master's control, a chain leash hanging down from my collar over my chest
and abdomen and finally a wide plug up my ass. Yes. This was definitely a
fine if painful start to what I'd come for.

My half hour of rest and reflection was soon over. 667 led me by my leash
to a pony cart which carried one of the Overseers. When 667 told him I was
the one he was expecting, he just nodded and said to hook me up. My hands
were cuffed in front of me and then a leash was run from my ball ring to
the rear end of the cart. I realized that once the slave pony started his
run, I was going to have to trot along right with him or lose my
balls. Just the way a new slave should be treated, I stupidly thought. My
hobble was released.

This turned out to be no game. The Overseer got the pony going at a good
clip and I was helplessly pulled along by my balls. What would happened if
I tripped? Would my balls rip off? I banished the thought and concentrated
all my attention on trotting and staying on my bare feet.

It was probably a good mile or so run and I was huffing and puffing toward
the end of it. Once the Overseer pulled the pony to a stop, I stood there
drenched in sweat, knowing I must really smell. My armpits were so wet it
was running down my sides. The pony let loose a stream of piss right where
he stood. The Overseer didn't so much as look at me. He called the Overseer
who was supervising there and told him I was the new slave for the coffle.
I saw before me five slaves, ringed and wearing collars and restraints just
like mine. They were chained together at the ankle by about a foot of chain
between each slave. It quickly dawned on me that I was about to be added as
the sixth coffle slave. My dick stirred at the thought. I'd often jerked
off to the fantasy of being a coffle slave, but I never thought I would
join one so soon. Wow. But I was also pretty anxious about it. What would
the other slaves think of me, obviously one of their number but not
permanently so? And the work, what were they doing and could I keep up? I
really had almost no personal experience with hard physical labor. Well I
came for slave training and this was sure it.


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