Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 23:27:37 -0800 (PST) From: JKBlackhouse Subject: Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 32: This Is A Hiking Trip? 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 Brothers & Slaves Chapt. 31: On The Home Front Gary & Danny It took no more than a couple of minutes for Danny to rear back, his body arching, his toes curled against the floor as he felt the rigidity of his orgasm and the flow of his sperm into his brother's mouth. Gary did not need to be told to swallow, he knew that was part of the blowjob and he did his part. The cum was creamy, thick, plentious, and slightly sweet. Hmmm, he thought, this might not be so bad after all, that is, if they let me cum too. He knew that wasn't likely to happen for a minimum of a few days, probably longer. And he knew he would have to get on his knees before either his father or James to beg for the chastity key. How completely degrading, he thought. He decided James' disdain would be more bearable than kneeling before his own father. Meanwhile, now sated, Danny had slave thoughts of his own. He wanted to get back to Mr. Howard's slave training center and he thought he might know a way to do it. He'd need to talk with his father about a vacation, soon coming, a hiking trip. And he'd need James or one of his own friends to drive him out to the center. I can do this he said to himself, much excited by seeing his brother naked, in chastity and shaved. He wanted that for himself and he aimed to get it. Chapt. 32: This Is A Hiking Trip? Danny It was several weeks later that we finally had our school break. I had talked with Dad about the notion of using the time for a hiking trip and he had readily consented. In fact, he asked if I wished to take Gary with me as sort of my slave to haul my pack and stuff. I gave that a lot of thought. It would be fun to have Gary along and Dad said he'd let me have the key to Gary's chastity pouch so Gary would know I was in control. That would sure be fun. On the other hand, the whole idea was for me to get back to Mr. Howard's training center where I could be treated as the slave I thought I might want to eventually be long term. What to do? I decided to consult James, our top house slave. I knew he often advised my parents and when we were young, he'd had a lot of control over us (as he still did when Dad wanted to punish us, as he was now doing with Gary). In the end, I decided that Gary would just get in the way. James had said it was completely up to me. When I told him of my decision, he said he thought I was probably right and not to worry, he would keep Gary well in hand while I was gone. So much for that. I'd already made my arrangements with Mr. Howard. Now all I needed was a ride out to the training center. I thought it best to keep James otherwise out of things, so I asked my friend Andy to drive me and to then pick me up when I was done. He agreed to do it for two blowjobs beforehand and two more afterward. That was no problem, Andy was a cutie pie and the truth is, I lusted after him and no part of him more than his dick. So that was a perfect arrangement. I'd already done the two suckoffs. I'd made him be naked and lying down on his back so I'd have access to his entire body. I started each time by licking his chest and kissing him hard - and deep. Andy was no stranger to boy sex, though he had a girl friend, he never missed a chance when it was offered to him to get off with another guy. From his chest I went right to his thickly haired armpits. Umm, what a sexy boy smell and taste. At the same time I was pinching and then twisting his nipples. I knew how much he liked that. In no time at all, I had him moaning and begging me to go down on him. I said, "with pleasure" and soon had his cock fully down my throat with my nose nestled delightfully in his pubic hair. Sucking and tit twisting, in no time at all I had him gasping for breath and then begging me to finish him off. With a final plunge of his cock down my throat and a vicious twist of his tits, he spurted stream after stream of thick cream into me and just as eagerly and quickly, I swallowed it. Then we lay entwined, two naked boys hot for eachother and one now rid of his cum after a screaming climax - and I mean screaming. Lucky nobody was home at his house to hear it. The second time was much like the first except we did it in the woods, both of us naked, lying on the ground, and while I sucked, I slowly finger fucked his ass which immediately set him squirming with pleasure, so I added a second finger, his cock in my mouth the whole time, and that set him off like a fire hose, squirt, squirt, squirt. It was beautiful to see and to feel and to taste. I'd done my part. Now it was his turn to give me a lift out to the center. He asked if he could come in with me and watch. Well, that was a problem. It would be really hot for me to have Andy see me turned into a slave, but I had not gotten permission ahead of time from Mr. Howard so I had to tell him I was sorry, but not this time. Maybe next time, if he still wanted to see it (I hoped he would). We agreed on the arrangements for him to pick me up. When we arrived at the center, I stripped and left everything I was wearing, T shirt, shorts, jock, sock and sneaks plus my backpack with him. That's what Mr. Howard had said to do. He'd said I must arrive absolutely naked, with my pubes and pits shaved smooth when I presented myself at the gate. It was scary to watch Andy drive off, leaving me there literally with nothing. But that was the deal. I picked up the phone at the gate to tell the gate slave I'd arrived and he was soon there to let me in and lead me to the preparation barn. Of course, I'd been through this before, so I thought I knew what to expect. I wasn't entirely wrong. First all my remaining body hair was removed, the little that was left since I'd preshaved my pits and bush as ordered - I was told the goo they'd used would leave me hairless for 6 months (6 months!) except for my head, where the sides would be hairless only 3 months and meanwhile I'd be sporting a 2 inch wide almost buzz cut slave mohawk. I was now in the system so I had absolutely no say about what was being done to me. Thank god they left me with my eyebrows at least. Some of the slaves I'd seen there before had those removed as well and it made them look damned strange. The metal wrist and ankle restraint bands were locked on me and then an extremely tight metal collar, tighter than I'd remembered from before. The hobble chain was locked between my ankles, just 7 inches of leeway. My smaller nipple and PA rings were replaced by the heavier and wider ones worn routinely by slaves. The one inch diameter rings of a slave were placed through my earlier earlobe piercings. But then came the shocker: instead of just writing my slave name (ie, number) on my back as before, it was now tattooed on me. I tried to protest but when gagged, and with hands cuffed behind the back, that's hard to do and certainly not very effective. For life, I would now wear my slave name, 415. At first I felt devastated, but as I calmed down, I realized this was confirmation of who I really was and that I should wear the tattoo with pride. Of course, I already have "slave" tattooed across my smooth pubes. A leash was clipped to my collar and I was led to a post right in front of the processing barn. I was placed in a a tight leather hood, no eyes, no mouth, just pinpricks for my nostrils to breathe through. My wrists were cuffed behind the post, a chain locked my ankles to the rear of the post and another one went round my belly and one round my chest, ensuring my back was flat against the post. Another chain locked my collar to a ring on the post. My nipples were clamped then a chain connected the clamps across my chest and another connecting them ran round the rear of the post. Finally, a weight was hung from my permanent metal ball harness that my brothers had long ago had installed on me and another weight hung from the PA. Then I was left. Of course, I was given no explanation. I was a slave, there was no need of one. I was not directly in the sun but it was still plenty warm and inside the thick leather of the hood, I was sweating like crazy. It was driving me nuts but I knew that I must keep calm, it would do absolutely no good to panic, just make it worse. And no one would even know if I panicked. There would be no rescue in any case, so I just stood there with one fantasy after another going through my mind as to what was in store for me. I'll say this, what actually was awaiting me, not that day but soon, I would never, ever, have guessed nor fantasied, not quite. After standing for hours, my dick, pulled down by the weight, was trying to harden nonetheless. Mr. Howard had ordered that I not cum for the 10 days before returning to the center. Believe me, it had not been easy to keep my hands off my dick, I'd even considered asking James to lock up my cock but I decided I must do it on my own and, despite morning woodies (and the blow jobs for Andy), I made it. My nipples were burning from the heavy, tight clamps weighing them down and pinching them. I grew weary just from standing there naked and barefoot. At last I could hear someone's footsteps, even through the hood. I figured he must be wearing boots to make that much noise. I was released from the post though not from the tit clamps nor the penis and ball weights, and not from the hood. It was a relief just to be able to swing my arms and move my feet. I reminded myself that this was just the kind of treatment I could expect for life were I to become a "real" slave. I was led to a tiled area and the hood was at last removed. I was in what looked like a shower room. My wrists were attached over my head to chains running down from the ceiling. The shower was turned on, cold water of course, but I was so sweated up I didn't mind at all. I was told to piss so, with effort, I let loose a stream that seemed to go on forever. A slave Overseer placed a glass to my lips and told me to drink. I'd already been swallowing some of the shower water knowing I needed to rehydrate. I don't know what happened next, but when I awoke I was in a slave cage in one of the slave barns, my ass was plugged and my cock was locked to a ring that had been inserted through and under my ballsac. Thus my cock was open to touch, but it had been made impossible for me to get hard or of course to cum. I stroked my dick getting myself all turned on, but there was no point, it was just adding more frustration so I stopped. Later, the food slave came through and stuck a bowl of chow under the front bars of my cage. I was surrounded now by a barn stocked fully with silent, caged slaves. I ate my chow, no hands as I knew from previous experience was required and suddenly felt enormously weary. I lay down, curled up since the cage was too short to allow me to stretch out, and that's the last I remember until I awoke and it clearly was morning. We slaves were being put through shower and shit drill, then fed a bowl of chow moistened with a goodly amount of water. Eating time over, Overseers came in and began to lead out various groups of slaves for their workday. But I was not approached at all so I just sat in my cage and waited. One thing I'd learned from previous visits, a slave has to do a lot of waiting and there's not a thing he can do about it, or should I say "it" can do about it. I think it must have been some hours later, midmorning I guessed, before a slave came to get me. He attached a leash to my collar and silently led me to a grassy patch in front of the main house. I was told to kneel and prepare to greet Master Howard. I spread my knees and was ready to clasp my hands behind my neck when the Master arrived; in the meantime, I kept them behind my back. But before he did arrive, I was blindfolded. A few minutes later, I could sense another slave was kneeling beside me. Blindfolded, I had no idea what slave it might be, nor did I think it mattered. I was expecting to be told by Mr. Howard that I was now a tattooed slave and I would be treated as such, then sent off to whatever my work assignment might be. I heard the crunch of boots and figured Mr. Howard must be approaching, so I put my hands behind my head in the slave present position, straightened my back. bowed my head and kept my knees as widely spread as I could. I knew this would give him a clear view of my cockhead chained under my balls (recall my balls were stretched by a permanent stretcher plus a separator that my brothers had had placed on me some time ago). My blindfold was removed and there was Mr. Howard standing before me. I crawled forward to kiss his boots, "Master, how may this slave serve you, Master?" and then returned to my place. I dared not look at the slave beside me. "Boys," said Master Warren, "I have quite a number of surprises for you. Look at eachother." I turned to my right and had a true shock. There, kneeling beside me naked and marked as a slave, was Ron who was my brother Ken's Master and classmate. Of course, I'd known him somewhat for years. What was going on here? He seemed as shocked to see me as I was to see him. "Slaves is what you boys are now, and slaves you will remain. I have spoken with both of your fathers You can't seriously believe I would be doing this behind their backs do you? In any event, that I would not do. Neither was surprised to hear about your desires to experience true slavery. They have both decided that you will remain here as my slaves, not just for the week of your school vacation, but until I decide to release you. Now you will experience slavery, having no idea and no control over when you might be released. It will not be soon." I took a deep breath, this really was shocking and scary. I was condemned to be a slave for an indeterminent period, a period to be set by Master Howard however long he wished to set it. "Being real slaves now, you will have the slave `S' tattooed on your asses and chests. You will be marked for life and anyone you bare your ass or chest to, wearing a swim suit even, will know you have served as a slave. It makes me hard just thinking about it. Now 415 and 764, you will be taken to the marking shop and get your tattoos. Let me now present your initial Overseer." With that, Ken, my brother Ken, a true, real court sentenced slave, stepped from behind us. He would be our Overseer? He wore the uniform of an Overseer, black shorts, boots and a tan tank top. I almost spoke I was so astonished. "That's what Ken, slave 809 thinks, that he will be used as an Overseer while his Master, slave 764, once known as Ron, serves as one of the slaves he supervises and his brother, Danny, now slave 415, serve him. Sorry, 809. Dish those clothes, NOW." The dinner Ken had been invited to by Mr. Howard had been cancelled without explanation the night before. Ken jumped at the surprising order, more surprising maybe than seeing me, his brother, kneeling there as Master Howard's slave. He immediately shucked the clothes and was soon as naked as were we slaves already kneeling. Sensing the new situation, he too knelt facing Master Howard, crawled to kiss his boots, and quite properly asked how he might serve his Master. To say I was shocked would very seriously understate the case. I was simply astonished. But there was Ken, now kneeling beside Ron in the slave present position, knees spread, hands behind his head which was bowed, any hopes he may have had of dominating, crushed under Master Howard's boot. 925 came forward, attached leashes to each of our collars, and led us away. Apparently Mr. Howard was finished with us. We were led to the marking shop and there Ron and I were stretched spread-eagled, first on our stomachs and then on our backs, to receive the "S" tattoo that would now mark us for life as former slaves. Marked for life as a former slave. Inconceivable. Ken naturally was already marked but he had been sentenced by a judge to be a slave. What would the rest of my life be like now that I was permanently marked? There was no way it would not be seen by others because there it was was, right on my chest (and ass). Just going swimming would reveal it. And what in the world did Master Howard now have in mind for us? I simply could not imagine. Would he really keep us more than a week? Copyright 2009 JKBlackhouse. All rights reserved by the author. This work may not be reproduced, except for personal use, without permission of the author. Reproduction for any other use is prohibited. Comments, story ideas, criticisms and suggestions are most welcome. Please let me know what you think of the story. Feedback really helps keep me writing. Thanks to those who have written - and thanks for sending so many interesting ideas and scenarios - I've used some and I am keeping others in mind. 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