Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 02:26:59 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 26: Ken's Twisted New Life

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.

Brothers & Slaves:
Chapt. 22: Slave's Worth
Ken

"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?"

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Ken 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 find out just how twisted he was.

Chapt. 26: Ken's New Twisted Life Ken & Ron

Ron made sure to establish at once that Ken was the slave and he the
Master, not that Ken was in any doubt about this. But, perhaps Ron was. He
kept Ken naked in the house. Sometimes he had Ken sleep in bed with him,
even with his hands cuffed at times, sometimes Ken was chained to a leg of
Ron's bed and had to sleep on the floor. Ron asked his father if one of the
slave cages could be moved into his suite and his father, continually
spoiling his son, had it done. This was another place where Ron had Ken
sleep.

As promised, Ron kept Ken's ass plugged virtually 24 hours a day, allowing
the slave to remove it only to clean out on occasion for a night or an
afternoon. The worst for Ken was when Ron decided to take him to school
every day. Of course Ken knew virtually everyone in his class and some kids
in Danny's and Gary's grades as well. It was unbearably humiliating to
arrive at school carrying Ron's book backpack. He was allowed a pair of
extremely tight very cutoff shorts but was otherwise naked, with his tit
rings, tattoos and snout and earrings visible to all. It was only at the
last minute that Ron had decided after prolonged begging on Ken's part, to
allow his slave the shorts.

While Ron was in class, Ken was chained by an ankle to a slave ring in the
wall outside the classroom along with the occasional other slaves brought
to school. This meant that everyone walking the corridors would see him and
he cringed, trying his best to hide his face. At other times. Ron would
have Ken kneel beside his desk in the classroom, a room in which Ken
himself had previously been a free boy and student. Nothing brought his
slavery home to him more than this particular humiliation. Once he'd been
the stud athlete, a leader at school, now just a slave to be made fun of
and used publicly if Ron so chose. For Ken, it was simply awful, far worse
than bathing his young Master or providing him whatever sexual pleasures he
might require.

Ron was sexually imaginative. He loved tying Ken spread-eagled to his bed,
naked of course, with the slave's cock released from its chastity pouch,
and then stroking the dick with a feather, bringing Ken repeatedly to the
edge of cumming but never quite allowing him over the line. He loved
hearing Ken plead with him to be allowed to cum and to turn Ken on and then
turn him down. He stroked the plug in and out of Ken's hole and
simultaneously would play with his nipples or balls, driving Ken to
distraction, to the lowest of begging, only to be denied.

For Ken, the actual living was pretty easy. It was the humiliations and cum
teasing and denial that were hard to take. Of course the nastiest
humiliation was being forced to serve as the slave of his former classmate
and the second, being displayed at school. but there was more. Ron
sometimes invited friends over for some entertainment using Ken as the play
thing. He'd have Ken squat in the middle of the room, several friends
seated around, and require Ken to fuck himself with the buttplug he wore,
talking dirty about what a slut and horny slave he was and how he would
please appreciate the privilege of sucking off one of "Master's guests,"
and then another and another.

Ron liked displaying Ken's hairless nudity, making him twist and pull on
the heavy nipple rings and walk him about by a chained clipped to his snout
ring, having him crawl on hands and knees. And if one of his friends wanted
to lead Ken about, he would let him and enjoy watching the show. Terry, one
of Ron's buddies and a guy who never much liked Ken, took particular
pleasure in this and in making Ken tongue bathe his sweaty feet and even
his hairy pits. He'd lay back on the bed, have Ken remove his sneaks, socks
and T shirt, and then enjoy Ken's embarrassment as he performed the chores
with others watching. The end act would be having Ken lick his balls and
dick and making him beg to be allowed to suck Sir's cock. Terry
particularly enjoyed cumming in Ken's mouth and having him swallow his boy
cum.

All of these games, Ken naturally hated. And he hated Ron for subjecting
him to them. He had no idea why Ron was really doing these things. He
thought they were ends in themselves, just to display Ron's power and Ken's
helplessness and servitude in the most demeaning possible ways. But in
actuality, Ron was purposely stoking Ken's anger in preparation for play
he'd yet to begin.

One Friday night, about two months after Ken's arrival, he told Ken that he
wanted to feel what it was like being spread-eagled and helpless on the
bed. He ordered Ken to tie him up, not something that Ken was in the least
loathe or timid to do. Ken directed Ron to remove his clothes, article by
article until he was naked. Once on the bed, Ken stretched him between the
four bed posts as tightly as he could, enjoying the strain he could see in
the boy's abdominal and chest muscles. He stuffed Ron's dirty, sweaty jock
in the his mouth, and taunted him, asking if he'd like to cum and when Ron
nodded yes, stroking him to the point of climax, his body almost rigid and
then releasing his dick and not permitting the pending orgasm. Ron moaned
and groaned, he was so turned on, he wanted to cum so badly but he loved
that it was out of his control, that he could do nothing about it. Sweat
broke out all over his body by the third repetition and the
 groaning grew loader. He was trying to order Ken to finish him off but of
course, with the jock gag, he couldn't do that. It was such sweet agony he
thought.

Ken put a clothespin on each of Ron's nipples, a totally new experience and
one that if anything made his dick even harder and longer. God this is so
hot, he thought. He knew that Ken would really make good use of this
opportunity which was exactly why he wanted Ken angry, so it would be
extremely intense. At last the dick teasing sent Ron over the edge and he
screamed as his back arched, his fists clenched, toes curled, jaw clenched
in the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. Ken too enjoyed the
whole scene. It was such a pleasure for him to render his Master as
helpless as he'd been made and to tease him relentlessly. So
satisfying. When he released the jock gag, Ron expected to be immediately
released. But he wasn't. Instead, Ken scooped up Ron's cum of which there
was a line stretching from his chin to his dick, and fed it all, every
drop, to Ron. Only then did he release him.

Once free, Ron admitted to Ken how much he enjoyed it and told him he
wanted much more, much harsher, much more humiliating in the future. He
rewarded Ken by releasing the slave's cock and allowing him to jerk
off. Ken begged for permission to shoot at the last moment, and given
permission, shot out a stream of thick, white goo at least as long as the
stream Ron had shot. But Ken had been kneeling on the floor, as Ron
required, and so had to lick his cum off the floor since he must always
consume his own cum. He thanked Master Ron for the privilege of cumming and
without needing an order, immediately relocked the chastity pouch over his
cock and balls. He felt exhilarated, eager to dish out to Ron much more of
what had been done to him.

During the next week, Ron took Ken to school only two days which was like a
reward as far as Ken was concerned. 768, the head household slave, found
more than enough work for Ken to occupy the days he was home, scrubbing
floors, cleaning johns and making beds. It was a lot better than being
exhibited at school, that was for sure. As he worked, Ken could not help
but wonder about the folks at home, his parents and Danny and Gary. How
were they all doing? He'd heard nothing from them since he'd been leased
and he guessed he wouldn't hear anything. He did have the extreme
embarrassment at school one day of Gary passing him while he'd been chained
to the wall in the hallway. They both blushed and looked at eachother and
then looked away, embarrassed. Gary muttered that he hoped Ken was OK and
then hurried off. He didn't know what to say and of course Ken wasn't
allowed to speak unless given permission.

Two weekends later, Ron's parents were away visiting friends in the
neighboring county. Ron had told Ken early that week that they'd be away
and that he wanted Ken to treat him as his slave for the entire weekend. No
safe word, no restrictions. He wanted Ken to be harsh and demanding, he
said. Even from that first day when Ken had encountered his Master's shaved
balls and trimmed pubes, he'd known there was kink there but the bondage
scene had convinced him that Ron was one horny, sick puppy and he intended
to take full advantage of it. He asked Ron at what time Friday evening did
he want Ken to take charge and was told immediately after Ron returned from
school.

When the boy got home, Ken was ready. He'd opened Ron's toy box and also
secured some items from the slave storage downstairs. Ron was so excited by
what Ken had set up, he had a boner before they even began. He'd refrained
from cumming the previous day and today inorder to be sure he'd be really
horny and needy, and he was both. Ken ordered him to strip immediately. He
was told to call Ken "Sir" but Ron interrupted at that point and said, "No,
809, I want to have to call you Master and you can pick my name." Hmmm, OK
thought Ken, and told him is name was 764 and he was to refer to himself
only by that name or as "the slave" or as "it." He was to never refer to
himself as "I," or "my", or mine" or any other word implying he was a
person. He was not a person, said Ken, he was 764, a slave. "Yes, Master,"
Ron replied but Ken corrected him, telling him the proper response was
"Master, yes Master." He was to always
 begin and end every thing he said with "Master," and he was never to speak
unless asked a question or having received permission to speak. Did he
understand? He properly replied, "Master, yes Master." This is going to be
fun, Ken thought to himself.

Having obtained the keys to his chastity pouch, his hobble and his collar,
Ken removed all these and was soon wearing one of Ron's soiled jockstraps,
a pair of shorts and a tight tank top. He locked his collar around Ron's
neck, knowing from before that it would fit tightly, and it did. From Ron's
toy box, Ken selected a set of iron wrist and ankle restraints, and locked
these on Ron as well. He ordered Ron to assume the standing slave present
position. Ron spread his feet but needed help in how to bow his head and
position his hands behind his head. He did not in the least resist anything
Ken had so far done. Indeed, his boner was leaking a few drops of precum as
he stood there, drops which Ken fingered and rubbed across Ron's
lips. "What do you say, boy?" asked Ken. "Master, thank you, Master" Ron
properly replied.

Ken directed Ron to order that his dinner be brought upstairs and left on a
tray outside his door along with a bowl of slave chow. The downstairs
thought this odd, why not bring them into the Master's room, but they were
slaves and did as he'd directed. Ken made Ron, completely naked now and in
irons, go to the door and retrieve the food. The tray was placed on Ron's
desk and the bowl on the floor. "You know what to do, 764, now do it." said
Ken. Ron immediately replied "Master, yes Master, thank you Master." He
slid to his hands and knees and knew he was to eat the chow without using
his hands. He'd dreamed of this happening and without the slightest
reluctance, dropped his face into the chow bowl and began licking up and
eating the chow. He'd tasted it many times before, and he guessed,
correctly, that chow was all he'd be eating the entire weekend. Meanwhile,
an extremely comfortable, dressed Ken, sat at the desk consuming a quite
 delicious steak dinner. He made Ron smell it just for the fun of it. Ken
had also filled his own water bowl with water so Ron could lap that up as
he ate.

After dinner, Ken had Ron place the bowl and tray outside his room. He told
Ron it was digestion time and he should rest. Ken did the same, lying on
Ron's bed while Ron was forced to lie on the floor. After a full day at
school Ron was somewhat worn out and welcomed the chance to rest, even if
it meant lying on the floor.

About thirty minutes later, Ken had Ron lie on the bed. He tied him
extremely tightly to the bedposts in a spread-eagle and then teased his
cock. Ron had maintained a boner virtually the entire evening so far which
now allowed Ken to stroke his hard dick to tease it, then his armpits, then
squeeze his nipples and balls. Ron, in all honesty, was loving the abuse
and so was Ken.

The next step for Ken was to stuff a dirty jock in the Ron's mouth to gag
him. Ken knew how turned on Ron was by smelly, used jocks, and then to the
boy's surprise, Ken raised Ron's head and slipped a thick leather hood over
his head, a hood that had no eye or mouth openings and only a grommet for
each nostril. Ken made a show of locking the hood, snapping the lock as
loudly as he could so Ron would know just how helpless he now was. Ken was
really looking forward to the next step but he didn't know how Ron would
respond. Well, Ron had said no limits, be tough, be harsh, treat me like a
real slave, so now he was just going to have to take whatever Ken planned
to give him - and Ken did have a plan.


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