Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2018 00:09:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Hank M Subject: LUKE'S SUMMER INDENTURE, chapter five LUKE'S SUMMER INDENTURE CHAPTER FIVE As Told by Mr. Cruz, the owner of Slaveboy Luke's Summer Indenture contract This is a short chapter. I know some readers have been waiting for (at least) slaveboy Luke's mouth to be put to use by his Master. This scene had been playing out in my head, so I figured I'd post what I had. Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html # # # Even though I had recently shot a load of cum when Luke masturbated me in the shower, I was leaking in my boxer shorts by the time the newly-enslaved boy was taken down from the punishment rack. I always get an erotic charge when preparing a straight teen boy for slavery: the shaving, the cleaning, the teasing and the beating. In Luke's case my pleasure was tempered by the fact that his mother had included a no-insertion sex clause in the summer indenture contract. But I was enjoying an extra thrill -- perhaps because this was a Northern boy, or perhaps because the enslavement had so thoroughly surprised the teenager. Back South most any boy I'd have in this position would have been aware of the threat of indenture, either because of his family's finances or his own misdeeds. But in Luke's case there had been less than an hour from the time I suggested summer indenture to his mother, and the time I had him stripped naked in my bedroom. There was also the extra thrill of having Luke's brother present for the slaveboy's initial punishment. I had hoped to see Tommy masturbate his brother to help us collect a sperm sample. But the younger boy pulled his hand away from his big brother's erection, blushing self-consciously. I had also hoped to see Tommy take off some of his clothes. We had encouraged him to "get comfortable" and even told him that down South we often stripped naked to prep our slaveboys. But the younger teen was too shy and stayed fully dressed. Although I'll confess it was a thrill for me to expose my hairy hard-on in front of the free youth. However, once the paddling of his brother began, it was hard for Tommy to hide the impressive lump in the front of his light blue jeans. I handed the younger teen the paddle and encouraged him to give his bound brother the final five swats on his naked butt. I knew that as he swung the paddle I would get an unimpeded view of the teen's erection that ran down the left leg of his jeans. It was a pleasant surprise to see how much gusto the boy had for paddling his older brother's bare ass. Tommy's final swat with the paddle not only made Luke shoot his spunk into my son Cameron's hand, but it apparently caused Tommy to shoot his load as well. Even though my full attention should have been on my new slaveboy's spewing organ, I couldn't help watching the younger brother's crotch as his boner pulsed and spread a patch of wetness across the front of his light blue jeans. Each time his cock pulsed, the patch of wetness spread wider. Of course, the Tommy blushed deep red and tried to run out of the room. His hands weren't enough to cover the spreading jizz stain on his jeans. My son Cameron left the room along with Tommy. When Cameron returned, he was carrying Tommy's damp white briefs. We placed the briefs over the bound slaveboy's face, so that Luke had to lap up his younger brother's fresh warm spunk at the same time his nose was covered with his Tommy's skid marks. "Tommy stripped off his briefs in front of you?" I asked my son, even as I leisurely stroked my erection through the leg of my boxer shorts. "He was shy about his dick, trying to cover it and turn his back on me. So of course he gave me a great extended view of his ass." Cameron saw the eagerness in my face, so he continued, "I didn't see any hair in the crack, even when he bent over and I got a glimpse of his hole. The cheeks were round and full, chunkier than his big brother here." "Something to grip a man's cock," Mr. Thrush said. Then he asked that we help take Luke down from the punishment rack so he could show us "a way around the no-insertion clause." Once Luke was on his knees, the retired slave trader cuffed the boy's hands behind him and attached them by chain to his slave collar. Then he put some contraption onto the boy's collar that held the slave's head perfectly in place. And then he pulled Luke's mouth open as wide as he could and inserted a mouth guard. "Those are commonly used in the South," I said. "It allows a Master to fuck his slaveboy's mouth without fear of damage to his own cock. Of course a boy would have to be stupid and crazy to try to bite his Master's cock, considering the brutal punishment and death he would face. But you never know just how crazy or stupid these newly-enslaved brats can be." "Yeah," Cameron added. "I've inserted those for my dad to use a new boy's mouth. But I thought with the clause in the indenture contract, we weren't allowed to fuck the boy's mouth?" "No sex organ will be inserted into the boy," Thrush said grinning. "After all I was a licensed slave trader and so I must uphold the letter of the law." Cameron was still dressed in only his white briefs, and he was still gripping his hard-on that pointed toward his left hip. Thrush looked at me and said, "May I use your boy to demonstrate?" I nodded. The fat man positioned Cameron in front of the kneeling slaveboy's face and ordered him, "Drop your briefs, boy." My son did as he was told. Cameron's cock was completely hairless and the boy wore a platinum ring that encircled the base of his penis and went behind his balls. When Thrush saw this, he grinned up at me and said, "I thought so. That's why I've been referring to him as your `boy'." I said nothing. The old man stayed close as he ordered Cameron to point his cock head toward the slaveboy's wide-open mouth and masturbate himself. I enjoyed the look of alarm on Luke's face -- he couldn't move and he couldn't even turn his head. Each time my son's hand pushed forward on his own long teen cock the head of it came less than an inch from the new slaveboy's lips. Once more Thrush smiled at me and said, "You see that: No insertion, no dick going into the boy's mouth. But Luke will get fed a load of fresh, warm cream." Of course I knew about this trick and had done it on pre-enslavement boys back home (some of whom had ended up not being indentured, but they'd still gotten to swallow my cum). But I pretended this demonstration was enlightening. I smiled back and said, "You should take your own turn at this, Mr. Thrush." The old man chuckled and said "At my age it's surprising enough I have another boner so soon after shooting all over this slaveboy's glorious ass cheeks. I'm sure my next cum will be dribbles rather than shots. But perhaps I could try this on another day? Or perhaps..." He didn't complete the thought but his hand went to my son's smooth ass cheeks. His palm caressed the globe closest to him and his thick fingers dug into Cameron's trench. I nodded my head. The old man had been especially helpful to me and I had no problem loaning out my boy. This wouldn't be the first gross old man Cameron would service to further his father's interests. My son was breathing hard and heavy when Mr. Thrush pushed his hand away and took over working his erection. The old man's right hand was stroking my son's cock fast and hard, while his left hand was exploring the crack of the boy's ass. Cameron gasped and I saw his spunk shoot directly into Luke's mouth. I could see that Luke was trying to struggle, but was helpless to move. He gagged on Cameron's thick load. Mr. Thrush manipulated the mouth guard and shut the slaveboy's mouth so he could swallow. Cameron's final spurt of spunk splashed on Luke's nose and his lips. The retired slave trader's attention was on Cameron as the boy pulled up his briefs. "Perhaps one night I could borrow your boy? Have him spend the night at my house just down the block?" "Cameron enjoys sleepovers and you'll find he's a good boy, always obedient." With that we bid goodbye and my son led the old man downstairs. I undid all the bondage devices that were holding Luke in place. He rubbed his freed wrists and said, "Thank you, Master." "How'd you like your first taste of cum, boy?" He swallowed hard. "P-please, Master, this slaveboy doesn't know how to answer." "With the truth. Slaveboys must always tell the truth to free men. Just make sure you speak properly and with respect." "Please, Master, I hated it, sir. I didn't think I would have to... I'm a straight boy, Master. I'm not a cocksucker." Then he looked down at his hands as if he were afraid of another punishment. I caressed his face with my fingertips and said, "That's the thrill of owning you, Lukie. What would be the fun in feeding cum to some gay boy who was eager for cock?" Then I led the boy to my large bed and laid him on his back. I cuffed his hands to the headboard and looked down at him. For a few minutes I toyed with his naked, vulnerable body, his muscles so firm, his skin so silky. I climbed on top of my new slave, my knees pinning his shoulders and my fat dripping cock pointed at his mouth. I suppose he was expecting that I would jerk off into his mouth just as my son had done. But I just kept moving forward until my thick cock head thrust between the youth's lips. Immediately, Luke was struggling and gagging. I pulled back a little and he was trying to speak, so I pushed forward again. "It'll go easier if you relax, slaveboy." His face indicated disgust. He was trying to shake his head NO. But I just smiled down and started to fuck his lovely mouth. I would pull back and then thrust forward. Each forward movement lodged more of my stiff dick into the youth's throat. "What's the matter, Lukie?" I teased. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm not allowed to do this, boy? Are you trying to invoke the no-insertion clause? What do you think would happen if you complained that your Master stuck his cock in your mouth? Slaves are always making claims against their Masters. But when the slave has no evidence, the courts always punish the slave -- extension of service, whipping -- even in enlightened New York. And I promise you that you will not have evidence. Cameron will make sure you brush your teeth and use lots of mouthwash." I was really fucking his face now. When I pushed in, my thick bush was grinding into the teen's nose and my balls lay heavy on his chin. Just seeing his adorable, all-American jockboy face with his lips stretched so wide around my cock was almost enough to make me cum. But I didn't want it to end so soon. My narrative continued, "But don't worry, slaveboy. Your ass is safe. The tears to your hole, the DNA left behind -- there would be too much evidence. Any Master knows he couldn't get away with that when there's a no-insertion clause. But I'm gonna get a lot of use out of your sweet mouth and soft lips." My cock was shooting off so deep in the boy's throat that he had to swallow or choke on my cream. He struggled under me and I knew that my pubes and tummy were cutting off air to his nose. Just a few hours before I had met the neighbor boy from across the street, a straight free boy who was preparing for college. Now here he was naked, cuffed to my bed and swallowing my jizz. I collapsed on top of him and slowly extricated my cock from his airway. "Good going, Dad!" I heard from behind me. I hadn't even been aware that Cameron had come back into the room. "Wish I would've gotten that instead of that smelly old man's cock." "You sucked off Thrush?" I asked, no judgment in my tone. "He pushed me to my knees right at the front door." "He's been helpful to me today. He may be helpful in the future." "I understand, Dad. You know I'll always do as you say, sir." With that, Cameron fell on top of me in the bed. I wrapped my arms around his hard lean body and kissed him full on the mouth, our tongues dancing together. I heard soft whimpering and realized Luke was starting to cry as he lay beside us on the bed. "Untie the slaveboy and take him to sleep in your bed tonight, Cam. I don't want to deal with any moans of pain weeping from homesickness." 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