Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 02:59:54 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 27: Turn About Is Fair Play

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.

2009 Copyright. 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. 26: Ken's Twisted New Life
Ken

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 know 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.

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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 wanted to
give him.

Chapt. 27: Turn About Is Fair Play Ken & Ron

Ken started by doing something he hadn't done for years, it was so early
adolescent. He gave Ron a pink belly, slapping the boy's abdomen hard with
the palms of his hands until the belly was a good solid and deep pink. That
hurt and Ron moaned and groaned as he suffered, trying to roll away and
protect his abdomen, but he was tied much too tightly to make the slightest
movement meaningful. Ken could feel the heat coming off Ron's abdomen. He
loved it.

For Ken, now came the fun. He went to the bathroom and got the necessary
gear. When he got back, he dipped a cloth into the bowl of hot water he'd
brought and wiped Ron's cock and balls with the cloth. The shaving cream
and then the razor followed. Of course, Ron kept his balls and cock shaved
so this didn't bother him at all. There was little hair or even stubble to
remove. But he did get a little nervous about what Ken might be planning to
do next. Maybe he'd given Ken too much leeway. Well, it was too late now,
nothing he could do about it. That thought of how helpless he was stirred
his dick so it was intensely hard in Ken's hand as he shaved.

Now for the main act, thought Ken. He'd really been looking forward to this
and his own dick was almost as hard as Ron's was. He dipped the cloth into
the hot water and now rubbed it over Ron's pubes. Ron shivered, shaking his
head from side to side to indicate "no," since speech was impossible, but
secretly, he was even more excited. He knew he was about to lose his pubic
bush. It was something he'd had many fantasies about and now it was going
to happen. His "no" was for form and neither he nor Ken gave it the
slightest heed.

Ken plugged in an electric hair sheers and proceeded to lop off as much of
the bush as he could. Ken creamed up what remained of the dark pubic hair,
kept trimmed by Ron, but still a forrest of curly hair until the sheers had
done their work. Now it was the turn of the razor and Ken really had fun
removing every vestige of hair from Ron's crotch. When he'd finished, the
boy was just as completely smooth as Ken was.

Next came the pleasure trail extending from Ron's navel to where his pubes
used to be. There was no hair on the abdomen and just a few hairs around
the nipples and two or three in the center of Ron's chest (Ron had been so
proud of these), all shaved off. Now came the second most fun area for
Ken. As Ron's armpits were washed down and then felt the shaving cream, he
really shook his head no. Yes he'd fantasied about having his pits shaved
but he didn't think he was ready for that yet. Too bad, no choice. His cock
certainly seemed to be enjoying it, leaking precum all the while. Ken just
loved shaving Ron's armpits. He knew just how humiliating it was to lose
one's manhair, bush and pits. It left you looking like a boy, a 12 year old
boy with a big cock and balls, but still a smooth boy.

Ron lay there imagining what he must now look like. It thrilled and
terrified him. He knew the critical thing about shaving, it was real and
once done, the only repair was to wait for the hair to grow. It could not
be undone. Ken rubbed his hands over the smooth skin, emphasizing for Ron
his new look. He decided to leave Ron that way for a few minutes, just to
let him contemplate what had happened. To help him think, he added a
clothespin to each nipple and a leather snap-on cockring around Ron's cock
and balls. No danger he'd lose the hard-on. Ron moaned in pleasure and
pain. He sank back into the bed trying to enjoy the moment he'd been turned
into a slave. Ken too enjoyed the moment, but there was lots more to
come. A weekend was a long time and he planned to make use of every minute.

Before Ken allowed Ron off the bed, he first had the new slave sit up after
releasing his wrists. Ken padlocked each wrist to Ron's collar. Only then
did he release Ron's ankles. He assisted the still hooded Ron to stand up
and then led him to the bathroom. Now for some more fun, he thought. He
filled an enema bag with two quarts of soapy warm water. He inserted a plug
that had a central tunnel up Ron's ass. Through the tunnel, he poked the
business end of the enema hose. Ron soon felt the swelling in his rectum
and then further up. Soon he felt he was bursting. He abdomen swelled and
churned. "Hold the water 764," ordered Ken. With the onset of cramps, Ron
began to groan, to beg through his gag and hood to be allowed to evacuate
the water. None of this could be understood naturally since he was speaking
with a jock stuffed in his mouth.

Ken waited a full five minutes. Ron was hopping around trying to deal with
the cramps and not flush out the plug and the water. At last, Ken placed
his ass toward to the toilet, He released Ron's left wrist and told him to
yank out the plug and then sit on the john. What he didn't tell Ron, was
that he'd raised the toilet seat so Ron would be sitting on the cold
ceramic bowl itself. Once positioned, Ron eagerly yanked out the plug and
immediately sat. He was totally unprepared for the cold, hard surface he
encountered. He jumped slightly and screamed into his jock gag but then sat
again. The choice was the cold toilet bowl or have the shit run down his
legs. It wasn't hard to choose. Three fills later, the water came out
clean. Ken bent him over the toilet, and shoved a greased buttplug
home. Ron moaned and then most appropriately, tried through the gag to say
"Master, thank you, Master." What a good beginning. And his dick was even
hard.

Ken turned him so he was facing the full length mirror, kept his wrists
locked to his collar and removed the hood and jock gag. Ken wanted Ron to
see how he looked, naked and smooth, not a hair to be seen on the central
part of his body. Ken didn't think he was ready for an arm and leg shave,
maybe next time. Ron looked up and down his body, the boner, the naked
balls, the hairless pits, "Master, thank you so much Master. I...I mean
this slave has dreamed of this moment. Master, thank you, Master. How may
this slave serve you, Master?"

That little speech was hard to believe. He'd fully accepted his place as
Ken's slave, indeed he loved it, it made him hard and hot. He was one hot
teen. Ken just wished he himself had hair and didn't have all the hardware
on his own body so he could really be Ron's Master; but, this was a lot
better than nothing, that was for sure.

Ken was a little lost about what to do next. Ken hadn't really expected
such a total surrender, such serious submission. Ron was finally doing
things he'd only fantasied about and Ken was only now understanding the
depth of his fantasies. Well, in for an inch, in for a mile. Ken ordered
him to the bed. Ken had him lean across the width of the bed, and tied his
wrists to the two posts opposite. Ken spread his ankles and tied them off
to the base of the near posts. He was spread-eagled, bent at the waist and
his ass was there just waiting for Ken. But first it needed to be warmed
up. Ken took the wide leather paddle from Ron's toy chest, and started. Ken
ordered Ron to count out each stroke, and told him how: "one, thank you
Master, two, thank you Master..." and so on. Ken blindfolded him so he'd
have no notion when the next stroke was coming. Speaking of cumming, Ken's
own dick was full flag pole and dripping. Ken had taken off his shorts
 and now wore only a jockstrap and of course his genital slave and ball
bands and the various rings.

Ken swung the paddle half hard, hitting Ron's right cheek. It left a nice
pink outline. Ken swung harder, to the right cheek. Ron had sung out just
like Ken had ordered, "One, Master, thank you, Master" Then he added "More
please, Master." Well, Ken needed no invitation and Ken wailed away at his
ass until it was purple and mottled. Ron was crying but never stopped
counting. When Ken reached twenty, he switched to Ron's thighs. That really
surprised Ron and he screamed quite charmingly before shouting out the
count, "twenty-one, Master, thank you, Master. More please Master..." He
was one determined son of a bitch. Ken had to admire his grit. So Ken gave
him five to each thigh, raising a nice red tinge and decided he'd had
enough for the time being. Ken released him from the bed and sent him to
brush his teeth - while on his knees. What a sight. Ken used his camera to
take some pics. Ken had pics of him in mid enema, pink belly, purple
 ass, shaved crotch and pits, all of it. Ken transferred the pics to Ron's
computer and then downloaded hard copies which he hid.

Ken locked Ron's cock and balls in the chastity pouch he had worn, no
touching allowed, then locked him in the slave cage Ron kept in his room, a
cage Ken had spent many hours and some nights in. It would do Ron good. He
seemed to understand that because he thanked Ken before Ken slid into Ron's
bed, naked except for his jock. Ken was asleep in no time but Ron found it
hard to find a comfortable position. It took him a while before he realized
there was none. His mind rewound all that had just happened. He shivered
with the humiliation he knew he now faced at school because of his shaved
body. It made his dick try to fill but it could not lengthen because of the
chastity device.

The next morning, Ken noticed that Ron was looking a little frazzled. Good,
he thought, serves the bitch right. After feeding him his chow, Ron was
already sick of the stuff, and cleaning out and then plugging his ass, Ken
dressed him in very tight shorty shorts which, thanks to the chastity
pouch, bulged obscenely and a cutoff white tank. He had to remove the
outward signs of slavery, the collar and restraints because he really
didn't want to get Ron in too much trouble, but anyone who looked at all
closely could at least see he wasn't sporting any armpit hair.

Ken decided to give Ron the experience of riding in public transit, crowded
with mostly slaves and the poor. Ken looked quite dapper in his khaki
shorts (well, Ron's shorts) and black T shirt. He wore sneaks but made Ron
wear sandals without socks. It was about a twenty minute bus ride and Ken
made Ron stand the entire way, reaching his arm up to hold an overhead
strap and so further exposing his smooth pit. Ken was having fun and
actually, so was Ron. This sort of treatment was something Ron had long
craved and now he had a slave who he could order to make him into a
slave. His outfit and exposing his shaved armpit embarrassed him and that
made his cock want to grow but the chastity pouch would not permit it. That
just turned him on still more, the restriction of cock and the fact it was
locked away and he did not have a key. He'd locked himself in it before,
but he'd always had the key. This was way sexier and more exciting, he
thought.

Ken led him to a shop that had no sign but did have curtains over the
window. When they entered, Ken ordered Ron to his knees in slave present
position. He had Ron remove his clothing so he knelt on the floor
naked. There were two other men in the room, one dressed and seated, the
other, like Ron, naked on the floor. The slave was the real thing with "S"
tattoos on his ass and chest plus all the rings. Ron had a foreboding about
what might happen to him here but he knew, whatever was done to him, he had
no control over it, all control had been surrendered to Ken.

Ken left him on the floor and went behind a curtain that closed off the
rear of the shop. It was so excitingly degrading to be kneeling naked
before this dressed, seated man. The seated man asked Ron his name. This
was going to be humiliating he realized. "Sir, this slave's name is 764,
Sir, thank you, Sir." Not bad for a newbie.

"And your Master, boy?" "Sir, Master Ken, thank you, Sir."

"Where are your rings, 764?" "Sir, this slave suspects that it may soon be
ringed right here, Sir, but the slave has not been told, thank you, Sir."

"764, go look at my slave's pirecings."

"Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir." Ron was getting a taste of how a slave was
treated and Ken hadn't even planned this part of it. Ron crawled over on
his knees to look at the man's slave. His name, tattooed on his body, was
553. He had the usual 2 inch slave snout and tit rings but his dick also
had a two inch ring, which was unusual, And it was stretched way under the
slaves balls where it appeared to be locked to a ring that hung between the
slaves legs, midway between asshole and balls. It looked painful to say the
least. "Sir, thank you for the privilege of observing your slave, Sir." Ron
had no idea what to say or why he'd been sent to look. Then he noticed that
the slave had one inch rings inserted in the deep hollow of his pits. Ron
shuddered at the sight and then noticed the 2 inch rings inserted through
the scrotum under each of the slave's balls. Good lord, he thought, I'd
never do that to a man.

The man noticed Ron's bug eyes and said, "pretty neat huh, slave? Bet you'd
like to be ringed like 553 is, wouldn't you slave? Well, next are the toe
rings its going to get today."

"Sir, this slave has no thoughts as to how it will be ringed (he hoped not
much), it is up to Master Ken, Sir." Ron crawled away from the other slave,
not wanting to have to chat further with the Master. He was rescued by Ken
who returned and beckoned Ron to follow him. Since he didn't tell Ron to
stand, the slave had no choice but to crawl after Ken on his knees, his
hands still behind his head since he'd not been told to lower them. He was
beginning to understand just how helpless a slave really was. He was about
to learn a lot more about what a Master's control meant.


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