Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2009 01:03:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: JKBlackhouse <jkblackhouse@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bothers & Slaves - Chapt. 6: No Time For Regrets

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 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;
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.


Recap chapters 1-5:

My name is Danny. I am the middle of three brothers, Ken older, Gary
younger. Over a relatively brief time, Ken had forced me first to become a
jerk-off model for both him and Gary, eating their and my own cum (if they
allowed me to cum); later, I had to suck-off both my brothers and stay in a
jockstrap or naked in our shared room. They had shaved off my pubes, balls
and crack and my teammates had later shaved my armpits and turned me into
the team cocksucker. There were pics and recordings enough to ruin my life,
some held by Ken and Gary, some by someone on my team, probably Joey (who,
to make it worse, was actually younger than me). I had shared my
humiliations and embarrassments with my best friends Don and Tuck and we
had devised a plan to turn the tables on my brothers and force them into
the submissive position I was now in. But for this to happen, we had to
wait until a weekend when Don and Tuck could sleep over at my house. This
was not something unusual for us.


Chapt. 6: No Time For Regrets - Danny

I was alone in the bedroom I shared with my older brother Ken and my
younger brother Gary. I was naked as they required I be in the room, my
shaved pubes, balls and pits virtually begging that I be called "boy." Not
that I wanted that but it was what my brothers wanted and for now, they
were in control. Actually, I wasn't quite alone. Standing near the door in
rest position, legs spread, hands behind his back, was our young slave,
Tim, who served us and stayed in our room with us. While I was naked, Tim
was now allowed to wear a jockstrap covering his own hairless crotch and
genital band, no doubt to make me inferior even to this slave. That last is
just a wide, maybe 1/4-1/2 inch wide smooth metal band, that encircled his
cock and balls and was permanently locked in place. It meant his dick and
balls were always pushed forward, out from his pubes, and it tended to
leave him with a constant partial boner. Of course, touching his dick or
cumming without permission was out of the question.

Tim was about my age, 17, and had the build of a young athlete, not muscle
bound, but full pecs, slightly protruding very dark nips, a flat abdomen,
muscled arms and legs, in sum, very shapely. His face wasn't bad either,
narrow, close set eyes, thin brows (were they plucked, I wondered), thin
but shortish nose, and wide mouth that seemed constantly on the verge of a
smile, notwithstanding the sadness in his gray eyes. Not that this made
much difference to me, of course. Like all slaves, Tim was completely
hairless except for the #2 mohawk running down the center of his scalp,
common among slaves, plus his eyebrows and eyelids. That was about it for
hair. Naturally he was permanently collared with a metal band matching the
one around his genitals, and he had matching bands around each wrist and
ankle. All the bands, even the one around his dick and balls, had D-rings
should someone want to chain him somewhere. All our slaves had these.

It was after dinner back in our bedroom. I guess Tim had eaten with the
other slaves. Anyway, he stood there silently, his eyes looking at my
nakedness though his head was perfectly still and face forward. I went to
my desk and emailed Don and Turk so they would be up to date with the
latest humiliations I was suffering as we planned my revenge. It always
felt so strange to be sitting there, emailing, doing homework, but entirely
naked. I often sported a boner standing up between my thighs as I sat there
because I could now only cum when my brothers gave me permission. I'd rub
my thighs on my cock but I didn't dare touch it. If Ken or Gary caught me
doing that, I'd be paddled something fierce. They used a ping pong paddle
so it really stung.

My brother Ken came in dressed in shorts, a T shirt, low socks and
sneakers. Very masculine and ordinary for a kid. "Ah," he said, "our two
naked slave boys." Well, that was a bit much. Was I now just a slave like
Tim was?

"Who are you calling a slave, Ken?" I asked.

"You boy, don't you get it? You're now our slave boy, just like Tim is. Get
used to it, boy." My dick was getting really hard for some reason. I was
glad Ken couldn't see it.

"What are you doing, boy?"

"Just my homework," I said.

"OK boy, you have an hour to finish and then Gary and I have some plans for
you, and don't forget, to you we are now `Sirs.'".

"Oh, fuck you, SIR" I said as sarcastically as I could. He came over and
slapped my face really hard, first one side and then the other. That's when
he saw my hard dick.

"Well, well, our slave boy has a hard-on. You must enjoy your new position,
boy."

"Fuck," I said, "you haven't let me cum at all today, I'm just horny."

"Yeah, sure," Ken said.

An hour later, both Ken and Gary were in our room, along with me and
Tim. "On your knees, boy." I knew they meant me and not Tim so I got down
on my knees, placed my hands behind my head, kept my back straight, my
stomach flat and my head bowed. This was exactly the same kneeling
"present" position that Tim would have taken, so I guess I really was now
their slave.

"You still horny, boy? Looks like it from that boner you're sporting."

"Yes, Sir, very horny, Sir. Please let me cum, Sir," I begged. I might as
well beg, it was the only way they ever gave me permission, so I might as
well get right to it, I thought.

"How about you, Tim, you horny too?", Ken asked. "Your dick is always a
little hard?"

"Oh yes, Masters, I am very, very horny Masters. If the Masters will allow
this slave to cum, it would be so grateful, Masters. Anything for you,
Masters." Now that was real begging, I had to admit.

"Alright, Tim, take off your jock." As he did this, his cock rose until it
was fully hard. There he stood, this beautiful boy, hairless pubes and
balls with this huge boner sticking out and up, curving upwards and in
toward his belly (just like mine, I had to admit).

"Boy, Tim is horny. His cock needs work. Crawl over to Tim and beg him to
allow you to suck on his cock."

"You've got to be kidding," I said.

"Do it, boy," Ken said, raising the ping pong paddle in his hand. I got the
message. I crawled over until I was in front of Tim, his eyes wide with
disbelief at what was happening.

"Please, Tim, please allow me to suck your cock." Tim looked at Ken, not
knowing what he was supposed to say.

"Well, Tim, do you want him to suck your dick or not?" Ken asked.

"Oh, yes, Master, definitely yes, if it is permitted Masters."

"Well, tell the boy so."

So Tim said, "Yes, you may suck my cock, boy." I couldn't believe this
slave was now calling me "boy," but he was.

"Thank you Tim. May I begin Ken, Sir?" I asked. I got the program. He
nodded so I slowly took the steely hard cock of slave Tim into my mouth. I
was no longer a virgin when it came to cocksucking. I'd been getting
practice, so I went at it properly, licking his slit, then his balls, then
his dick, all around it, and only then did I actually mouth it. It was a
mouthful. A good seven inches, like Ken, and wide around. I started pumping
my mouth over his cock, feeling it slip along my tongue, actually beginning
to enjoy the sensation. Well, it was making me really hard and spilling
precum, I have to say. What was happening to me?

Tim was breathing hard and began his own pumping and I too was breathing
hard. Of course, Gary was recording all this, way back to where I'd begged
Tim to allow me to suck his cock. No one would know, looking at the
recording, that I wasn't doing this entirely because I wanted to. "Stop,"
Ken shouted. Both Tim and I froze. "Let Tim's cock loose, boy." I did as I
was told.

"Good, now here is what's going to happen (Ken speaking). You're both going
to lie on the floor, face to face, and start kissing. Tongue kissing. Play
with eachothers tits and balls, rub your cocks together." I looked at Ken
like he must be crazy. He wanted me to start kissing a male slave? How
could I? Ken raised the paddle and I realized indeed I could. So Tim and I
lay alongside eachother, both on our sides facing the other one, and Tim
reached over and pulled my face to his and started kissing my lips. I have
to admit it felt good. I kissed back. He opened his mouth ready to slip his
tongue into mine. I too opened and we exchanged tongues and were soon
holding eachother tightly, our bare chests meeting. I could almost feel his
erect nips stroking my chest and our leaking cocks were rubbing on
eachother's bellies.

Now I was hot. He might be a slave, and he might be male, but I needed to
cum bad so I was ready for the next order. "Alright mutts," Ken barked, "go
face to cock and suck eachother off. Don't cum until you ask
permission. And when you get permission, shoot into eachothers mouths but
let some cum dribble out so it's clear what's happening. OK, now go for
it."

I turned around so my face was in Tim's crotch, I licked its
smoothness. Meanwhile, he turned so my hard dick was up against his face. I
opened wide and took in his cock just as he took in mine. I'd never felt
anything this good before. It was incredible. My cock felt alive, pulsating
in his mouth as he licked and sucked. I took my cues from him. I figured he
must know how to do this so whatever he did to me I did back to him. I
could feel my cock get hard like steel. I knew I would soon have to
shoot. With Tim's dick in my mouth, I begged Ken's permission to cum. As
soon as I did this, Tim begged as well. We were given permission and sucked
with wild abandon. I could not hold back. I could feel every muscle in my
body tense as I shot my cum into Tim's mouth and I could feel his body
stiffen as he poured his jism into me. OMG, it felt so wonderful. As I'd
been ordered, I let some of the cum leak out of my mouth and drool along my
jaw and cheek.

As my breathing calmed down, and I experienced the afterglow of a really
good orgasm, I also realized that every part of this, the body rubbing, the
sucking eachother, the requesting permission to cum and swallowing the cum
while leaking some, all of it, had been recorded by Gary. They had turned
me into a homo cocksucker. I cried. Tim swung round and held me in his arms
trying to comfort me. Of course that just made it all worse. I felt dirty
and used. But I also felt cleansed and freed. Never had I had an orgasm
with the intensity of that one. Not even with a girl. What were they
turning me into?

I wiped the cum from my face with the back of my hand. I became instantly
aware how humiliating it all was. Begging a slave boy for sex and then
creaming in his mouth as he did into mine, with the evidence leaking from
our mouths. I began to sob.

"No time for regrets, boy," said Ken. "You've got one or two more blowjobs
to do, don't you boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I said through my tears, "please Sir, may I suck your mancock,
Sir?"

"Very good boy, I think you must be learning you really are just another
slave boy like Tim. Tim, you will suck off Master Gary."

"Yes, Master, thank you Master. Should I put on my jock, Master?"

"After you finish blowing Gary and then showering him. This boy will do the
same with me, NOW."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," I said, and as required, I first undressed Ken,
then kissed and licked all over his masculine, bare feet, then his balls,
then his cock and then, after again requesting and receiving permission,
proceeded to give him the best blowjob I was capable of. For those few
minutes, I knew I was inferior to Ken and that it was my job to serve Ken
exactly as he wished to be served, to try to bring him as much pleasure as
I had just experienced. It didn't matter that all I wanted was to lie back
and rest, I was there to serve. I knew i would not feel this way once I was
safely in bed, even though I was required to sleep naked.

As I moved my mouth slowly, then quickly, then slowing, up and down Ken's
dick, I used my tongue to lick and caress his cock. As I did this, I used
my hands to alternately stroke his feet (strong and manly), then his balls,
real low hangers, and then his nipples that had grown hard as I sucked. I
had his dick completely in my mouth, practically down my throat and my
hands twisting his tits really hard (I wanted them to hurt), when I felt
him rear back, arch his back and totally stiffen as he held my face right
in his hairy pubes so I couldn't escape his cock, my nose buried in his
pubic hair. He groaned loudly as he spurted warm cum into my mouth and
throat, cum I had to swallow as it was expelled with force from his
slit. I'd learned to eat cum, I'd had to, what with sucking off Ken and
Gary once or twice a day and as many of my teammates as wanted it after
practice. After Ken cooled down and I'd given him his shower, stroking
every part of his body, feet to ass to pits as I did it, he allowed me to
clean off. I thought I could finally curl up in bed and sleep. I felt
exhausted.

But there was one more twist that Ken's devious mind dreamed up that
evening. From now on, Tim and I were to sleep together in my bed, both of
us naked and both forbidden to touch our own or eachothers dicks, balls or
tits with our hands, our mouths, any way. No touching, just the all night
stimulation of sleeping next to and rubbing against a warm sexy body, a
body I was forbidden to enjoy while we were in bed. Naturally, we snuggled
up together but neither of us dared violate the restrictions under which we
had been placed. Some nights we slept in eachothers arms and sometimes not,
sometimes just bare back to bare back instead of chest to chest or chest to
back and crotch to ass. I cannot claim I found sleeping with Tim
distasteful. I thought I would, but I didn't. Just two boys together, hot
for eachother but only allowed to cum with permission. I was now almost as
much slave as was Tim. But always in my mind there was the knowledge that
revenge would be mine, and that it would be sweet.


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