Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2010 01:29:17 -0800 (PST)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 29: Ron's game Is On

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

Borothers & Slaves:
Chapt. 28: Fair Play II

Two sweating bodies lay hugging oneanother in the bed, both breathing
heavily. "Master, thank you, Master," Ron said. Ken just stroked Ron's face
and chest, finally kissing him deeply. Then Ron had the "privilege" of
eating all the cum he could lick or scoop up from their bodies. He stroked
Ken's body, the finely shaped pectorals, the smooth armpits, the ass
globes, the nipples, still hard, then he licked his Master's body. They
both loved it. For the night, Ron was replugged and locked in the rather
cramped cage. Ken pulled on his jock and slept comfortably in the wide
bed. Before Ron fell asleep, he reviewed the day in his mind and found it
one of the most exciting and fulfilling days of his entire life.

Ron was still locked in the chastity pouch and he still did not have a
key. His shorts bulged because of the pouch and his cock ached to be
hard. His father gave him an odd look when they passed eachother in the
hall that night. How come?

Chapt. 29: Ron's Game Is On

Ken thought often of his brothers, Danny and Gary. He had no way of knowing
that Danny was continuing his exploration of slavery, of life as a slave
with Mr. Howard, nor did he know the trouble that Gary kept getting into at
home. Once a month he was allowed to talk with his father by phone and of
course his father either did not know, or would not say, anything about
Danny's activities except that he was doing outstandingly well at school
and was well behaved at home. Of Gary he said only that he was well but
hard to handle yet after all, he said, the boy had just turned 16 so what
else could one expect? He said he and Ken's mother were well, the father
extremely busy with work, and that they missed Ken but were sure he was
living as the best slave he could be with a wonderful family. Ken did not
elaborate on his experiences at his new home. His father said that after
Ken's first year as a slave was up, if the reports were good, he and his
mother
 would consider asking the judge for leniency, but of course that would be
up to the judge were they to ask.

Much of this was soon to change. Ron was eager to have as much time as
possible as Ken's slave. He insisted that when they were alone in Ron's
suite, Ken was to be Master and wear at least shorts and he, Ron, was to be
slave and be naked and collared. After they'd returned from their weekend
of play, Ron had begged Ken to remove the chastity device, then ordered him
to, but Ken realized that deep down that wasn't what Ron really wanted or
needed, so Ken refused. Ron paddled and whipped him, but to no avail. The
only times Ken would free Ron of the chastity device was when he was tied
up and under Ken's control. Ken allowed him to cum once or twice a week,
but only after Ron had humbly begged, had performed some slave worthy
service like tongue bathing Ken or blowing him and was in restraints.

There was something of a standoff though, because while Ken held the keys
to Ron's chastity pouch, Ron held the keys to his. Eventually, Ron accepted
that of the two, he was the more natural slave and so he allowed Ken to
increasingly dominate him. There was at least one major problem. Ron was in
school as a student, while Ken, if there, was but a slave, and so Ron had
to participate in gym and then shower. This meant all his friends, and
others not his friends, would see him in chastity three times a week. The
two of them solved this by making up the story that Ron's Dad had caught
him jerking off so often that his father had locked up his cock. The other
kids bought this and sympathized with Ron, hoping their Dads would never do
the same to them. Naturally they teased Ron sexually, getting him hot and
then leaving him with a cock that couldn't even get hard. They found this
lots of fun. Secretly, so did Ron, though it was truly agonizing at
 times, and he would come home offering to perform any service Ken desired
if only Ken would free his dick so he could have a boner and even be
allowed to cum.

Fortunately for the boys, Ron's parents rarely came to his room and when
they did, they always knocked politely and waited to be told to come
in. During those few seconds, Ken would toss his shorts to Ron to wear and
Ron would remove his collar. The parent would then enter a room in which
Ken was naked and in chastity and Ron was clad at least in shorts. They
appeared to think nothing of it if Ron were shirtless and barefoot. They
apparently thought that was what boys did.

Ron kept insisting that he wanted to experience more intense slavery and
for an extended time. He wanted to know what it really felt like, much as
had Danny. Thinking of Danny, Ken recalled Mr. Howard's facility. The two
boys hatched a plan whereby they would go off on a trip for a week when
school next had a vacation. Actually, however, they would go to
Mr. Howard's training center where Ron would be enslaved for the week and
Ken could be used by Mr. Howard as an extra Overseer if Mr. Howard
wished. Ron had plenty of money to pay for the week, in fact, he could even
use the money his parents would give him for the vacation trip.

There were two problems. First, to convince Ron's parents to give him a
weeks vacation with his slave Ken away from home; and second, to convince
Mr. Howard that this was all sanctioned by the parents. While Ron was 18
and theoretically independent, he did still live at home and he could not
disguise that. The boys hit upon the idea of having Ken phone Mr. Howard,
pretending to be Ron's Dad, and give his permission for his son to spend
the week as a slave. Of course there was the additional evidence of the
money to pay for the week. Were Ron's father to discover all this, it could
very well mean a one to three year extension of Ken's slavery or even his
sale or transfer to another placement. Ron would be severely punished and
no doubt grounded for the rest of the school year, at a
minimum. Understandably, Ken was extremely reluctant to take the risk. In
fact, he refused. Whipping, paddling, food deprivation made no
difference. He simply would not
 take the chance.

Ron hit upon a possible solution. Suppose he wrote out in longhand an order
that Ken do as he wished. In that way, presumably all blame would fall on
Ron; after all, what could his slave do but obey? Ron would suffer if
caught, but Ken would be free of blame. It took a lot a reassurance from
Ron and many blow jobs and fucks for Ken, but he eventually agreed and Ron
wrote the note of instructions, adding that he did so freely and of his own
will. Soon it was all arranged. Ron's parents were perfectly happy to allow
their 18 year old son the freedom of a vacation away from home on his own,
a first, and of course he would naturally take his personal slave, Ken, to
serve him. Ken made the call to Mr. Howard, and all was arranged.

A month later, it was vacation time. The boys packed as they would for a
trip, they were supposedly going to several national parks, and were soon
on their way with Ken driving his Master off for an ostensibly educational
lark. Ken did not allow Ron to cum even once for the week before the
trip. He wanted him good and horny so Ron would understand what it felt
like to be sexually aroused all the time but unable to do a thing about it,
not even ask or beg to be allowed to cum.

While having lunch on the road, they called ahead to let the Training
Center know their approximate time of arrival. After parking the car in the
parking lot, they walked to the front gate. Ron had unlocked Ken's collar
and wrist and ankle bands, and had removed Ken's chastity pouch. Ken had
removed Ron's chastity pouch as well. The boys had grown genuinely fond of
eachother and kissed deeply before walking to the entry gate. Ken enjoyed
the feel of his tongue in Ron's mouth and Ron was most receptive to it,
twisting his own tongue around Ken's.

Letting go of eachother, Ken picked up the phone at the gate and told the
slave answering who they were and that they were expected. Ken was told to
wait, that someone would come for them. While they waited, Ron grew
increasingly anxious. He was sweating under his T shirt and in his
jockstrap. He reached for Ken's hand and held it for reassurance. Ken
squeezed the hand trying to communicate that everything would be alright
but he knew from Danny's experience that Ron was in for quite a shock, in
fact many shocks.

They did not have wait long. A slave, naked except for the usual restraints
and collar, his PA locked to a ring under his balls so a hard-on was
impossible for him, opened the gate and asked which was the boy there for
slave training. He was somewhat surprised to find it was Ron since Ken had
the markings and rings of a slave, though he was dressed. Ron was told to
strip immediately. He removed the few clothes Ken had allowed him to
wear. The slave locked a collar around Ron's neck, attached a leash to the
collar, then led him off to one of the barns, Ken following.

For Ron this was a dream come true, but also a nightmare. He would soon be
just one more slave trainee at the center, nothing special and with no way
to make his true free status known. He was so scared he almost pissed on
himself as he walked barefoot and naked behind the slave leading him. When
they arrived at the barn, Ron's leash was handed to a man dressed in black
shorts and a tan tank. He was collared and ringed but obviously must be a
trustee or something, Ron thought.

As Ken followed behind, he wondered what was in store for him. He'd not
been told what his role would be. He was, after all a real slave, even if
he was the pretend "Master" of Ron in their private lives and games. What
would his fate now be?

From his markings, the man leading them was named 925. They were led to an
office where 925 instructed them both to kneel and press their heads to the
floor with their hands behind their heads. He reminded them they did not
have permission to speak. Though badly frightened, Ron's cock, almost
against his will, slowly grew until it was pressing hard against his
stomach bent over as he was. Ken's dick was hard as well but hidden beneath
his shorts.

Soon a man, clearly free and imposing came into the office and sat behind
the desk. "My name is Mister Howard, or to you boy," pointing at Ron, "it
is Master. You boy," indicating Ken, "may call me Sir." Alright boy," again
indicating Ron, "what is your name?" Ron panicked. Was he Ron or was he now
764, the slave name given him by Ken?

"Master, this slave's name is 764, Master" Ron responded. He thought it
best to be as submissive as possible before this Master and so not chance
his being angry if he called himself Ron.

"And you boy are 809, previously known as Ken?"

"Sir, yes Sir," Ken answered quietly.

"Ken, for now, you will be considered a slave trustee Overseer. You will
participate in the training of this punk who thinks he's a slave, a wannabe
slave."

"Sir, yes Sir," said Ken.

Mr. Howard called for 925. "You will take this creature and have it fitted
properly as a slave, 925. Perhaps two hours, no more than three. Then bring
it to the introduction yard and I will meet you there. This other one will
serve as Overseer. He can watch while 764 is made into a slave, well, what
a slave should look like at any rate."

"Yes, Master" the slave responded, bowing as did so. He picked up Ron's
leash and commanded that he crawl. Ken followed behind, bowing to
Mr. Howard as he left the room. Of course he had seen Mr. Howard before,
the first time he and Gary had brought Danny to the center for training,
also the time that had led to his own enslavement. He was sure of one
thing, he was going to do just what he was told. He didn't know what the
role of a slave who was designated an Overseer was but he was sure he would
learn in time.

Ron meanwhile was crawling and miserably feeling the concrete on his
increasingly sore knees. Soon they were at the first room for new
slaves. 925 introduced 764 and Ken. It did not take long for Ron to lose
all the hair on his body. His head given a high and tight with a wide short
slavehawk down the center. Beyond that and his eye lashes and eyebrows, he
was hairless.

He was led to the metal room where a very tight collar was locked around
his neck and metal bands were locked around his wrists and ankles. His cock
and balls were pulled away from his body, and a genital band, maybe an inch
wide, was placed around them, a permanent titanium band, one just like
Ken's, that he would have to wear for life. A permanent ring was also
placed around his balls. He could feel his dick and balls in ways that he
never had before. Stimulating ways but he knew there would be no sexual
relief for him. During all this no one said a word to him except to place
him as they wanted him. Next came the piercing room.

The stud was removed from his nose and a two inch diameter slave snout ring
was inserted. He felt it lying against his lips. The decorative rings were
removed from his nipples and were replaced by the 2 inch heavy diameter
rings that slaves wore with the weighted ball at the bottom. Ron had
suspected all this would be done to him (though he wished they hadn't
messed with his haircut), but next came the room that worried him most, the
marking room.

His right arm was tattooed with the usual slave chain band at bicep
level. His name, 764, was tattooed across his smooth pubes and written in
indelible ink between his tits. Across his back, "slave" was written in the
same indelible ink and an "S" for slave inscribed on his right pec and on
his ass. He was placed before a full length mirror and what he saw was a
hairless slaveboy, a male who was once Ron but was now 764. Tears ran down
his face. Not from the pain he'd been caused, but were they tears of
pleasure or of anguish? And what was the "introduction yard" to which
Mr. Howard had referred?


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