Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 11:06:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motorhome Slaveboy 06

Motorhome Slaveboy 06
Copyright 2003by hgo469@yahoo.com

All Rights Reserved


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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!


If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more.  Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know -- questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be ignored.

Chapter 6

	It was morning and I could hear the two boys next to me once again
working on each other's cocks, only this time it was urine that they were
swallowing. They both knew that allowing even a single drop to hit the bed
would bring punishments that they didn't want to experience [they were
right about that].
	After they had finished, I released them, allowing each of the boys
to stretch and work out some of the kinks that had developed
overnight. Next I sent them off to the showers -- I didn't want them
smelling like urine and sex all day -- there was a chance that we would
have to see others somewhere along the way.
	While the boys were in the shower I saw Kenny and Barry headed out,
Tim and Kent were sitting in the back seat and appeared to be dressed for
general public appearances. They were headed for Reverend Johnson's church
in an attempt to join the congregation.
	After the three of us had breakfast I set the boys to work cleaning
up all of the coaches, I told them that I would conduct a 'white glove'
inspection and any dirt would be punished, severely!
	They acknowledged my instructions and set to work. Meanwhile I went
out, rented a cargo van, and set about stocking it with whatever I thought
we might need to make this whole project work.
	Shortly after noon Royce rolled into the RV Park, he set up in the
space next to mine and then came over to see what he might do to help.
	"Glad you could make it," I said. "I still don't know just how we
are going to do this thing, but the more people available the better."
	"Well, you are on a mission of 'mercy' and I've always been a
sucker for things like that."  Royce leered a bit as he said 'mercy' but
his intentions were good and that was all that matter at the moment.
	"Are you alone?" I asked.
	"Now, what do you think? Am I ever alone for long?"
	We both laughed at that.
	"I've got a boy caged inside -- I picked him up hitching outside
St. Louis and when I turned my back for a moment he started searching the
coach. He decided that selling himself to me for a couple of weeks was
better than going to jail." Royce laughed.
	That was one of the better gambits Royce used to obtain new slaves
-- sometimes after he had used the boy for a little while he would sell
him, generally to someone in the Middle East, to augment his income.
	"How about that new boy of yours -- ready to sell him yet?"
	"No, I really think he's a keeper -- he has almost trained
himself and that's something you don't get every day."
	"To each his own, I guess. Come on over and let me show you what I
have right now," he said.
	We walked over to his coach, once inside he pulled back a square of
carpet and opened a hidden trap door in the floor. Underneath there was a
small steel cage that contained a naked boy, his hands cuffed behind his
back and a full leather hood with blindfold and gag attached tightly locked
on his head.
	Royce opened the barred top and pulled the naked captive to his
feet. It took the boy a minute to straighten out and stand on his own.
	"How long has he been in there?" I asked.
	"Only an hour or so, he was starting to complain about having to
stay naked and cuffed so I decided to show him just how much more
restricted his life could become." Royce removed the gag from the helpless
boy. "Are you going to complain any more about being naked and cuffed?"
	"No, uh, Sir," the boy said. "Uh, Sir, I need to go to the toilet
real bad, please."
	Royce led him into the small toilet and seated him. "Go and be
quick about it," he snapped.
	"What about my asshole, Sir. I need to take a dump, too."
	Royce smiled. "He said he'd never been fucked so I put a butt-plug
in him to loosen him up a bit."
	I nodded, Royce's idea of a small butt-plug tended to be something
that I would only use as a serious punishment device.
	"Stand up, slave!" Royce commanded.
	The boy did as he was told.
	"Now, turn around and bend over!"
	Again, the boy responded immediately.
	Royce slipped his finger through a steel ring that stuck out of the
boy's ass crack and pulled.  The boy yelped in pain as he pulled a ten inch
plug from the boy's abused asshole. The widest part of the base of the plug
was close to 3½ inches in diameter and the entire length was streaked
with a combination of dried blood and shit.
	As the boy voided himself, I looked him over to see just what Royce
had acquired. The boy appeared to be in his late teens, about 5'7" and 135
lbs. His dark hair was cut short and his uncut cock was about 5 inches,
soft.
	I nodded my head toward the boy, "May I ask him a few questions?"
	"Go ahead, he's all yours for as long as you want -- I need to
check a couple of things around back." So saying, Royce exited and left me
alone with his new boy.
	"What's your name, boy?" I asked.
	"Arnie, actually Arnold, Sir. Arnold Cooper."
	"Where are you from, son?"
	"I live, uh lived I guess you'd say, in a small town in Michigan
called Paw Paw."
	"What do you mean, lived?"
	"Well, I grew up there, but my mother died a couple of weeks ago
and my step-father told me I was going to have to replace her in his bed or
get out. I left the next morning as I didn't want to be his sex toy."
	And now instead of a sex toy he's a sex slave, and destined to
remain one for a long time to come -- out of the frying pan and into the
fire. "How old are you?"
	"Eighteen."
	I took hold of both his tits and pinched them hard with my
fingernails.
	He gasped in pain.
	"I'll ask just once more, I want the truth this time. Now, how old
are you?"
	"Uh, fifteen, Sir."
	"That wasn't so difficult, now was it?" I asked.
	He nodded.
	"I don't like to lied to, ever. Why did you lie? Do you think that
saying you're older will get you out of the situation you're in now?"
	"I've been saying I'm eighteen ever since I left so that people
wouldn't try to send me back, it's just a habit now."
	"Did you actually try to steal something from Master Royce?"
	"I didn't think he would miss a few dollars and I hadn't eaten in a
couple of days." He hung his head.
	Knowing Royce as I did I suspected that if the kid hadn't tried to
steal something he would have found some other way to get him into the cage
-- Royce had always been creative that way.
	"What's going to happen to me, Sir?" the boy asked.
	"Well, that's up to your Master -- you are his slave now."
	"He said it was only for a week."
	I smiled but didn't say anything for a minute.
	"He will release me after a week, won't he?" the boy asked, his
voice cracking with fear.
	"I don't know, that's up to him. You're not mine so I can't say
what will happen to you; however, I suggest that you not mention anything
about how long you're here and do exactly whatever it is that you are told
to do -- it will work out a lot better for you that way. Master Royce is
a hard, but fair, Master."
	Royce came into the coach. "Well, did you satisfy your curiosity?"
	I nodded.
	"I saw Kenny and Barry drive in. What say we see what they have
found out?"
	I headed out the door as Royce pushed the butt-plug back into the
helpless boy and then strapped him into a straight backed chair he kept for
that purpose.

* * * * *

	We all met up in my coach, I opened some beers and turned on the
air conditioning -- it was beginning to get hot outside.
	"Well, I guess we're officially members of Reverend Johnson's
flock," Kenny said with a big smile.
	"Where are Kent and Tim?"
	"Oh, they were part of how we got to join the flock -- we told
Johnson we were neighbors and had caught our sons doing unnatural things
together. We said we had heard that he had ways to deal with that sort of
thing and we wanted to cure them of their wicked ways before it was too
late." Barry smiled as Kenny told the story. "He bought it, hook, line, and
sinker. Told us he was going to have a public punishment session that
evening and he would start them on the way back to Christian values right
away.
	"We left the boys with him -- he has a cellblock in the basement
of the church where there were already several other boys and even two
girls. All of them were naked and had their hands tied behind them 'to
prevent any improper behavior' he said. The boys were told to strip and
then their hands were tied and they were placed in two of the small cells.
	"He had us take their clothes with us -- said that when the
service was over they would be returned to us in a proper Christian cloak."
	By this point, we all were smiling at the hypocrisy of the whole
thing.
	"Did you see David's brothers while you were there?" I asked.
	"I don't know for sure, but there were two boys who were obviously
twins in two cells -- he didn't introduce us."
	"It will make things easier if they are there as victims, that's
for sure," I said.
	Barry pulled out a diagram he had made of the church and the cells
in the basement and we all gathered around the table and started working
out just what would happen that evening.

* * * * *

	By four o'clock Willy and David had finished all their cleaning and
I had done my inspection. Try as I might I couldn't find anything to
complain about -- either I was losing my touch or they were really that
thorough.
	Right after my inspection Master Karl rolled in with his special
rig, now we were all assembled and it was time to put this thing into
gear. According to what Barry and Kenny were told, the boys were delt with
first -- then they were returned to the cells and the girls were taken
up to the punishment pit. The punishments were delt out just as David has
told us it was done back in West Virginia so it would be extremely easy to
capture the entire event on video with the two miniature cameras that Barry
and Kenny would be carrying. They would get to the church a bit early so
that they could be sure to have a clear line of sight to the action.
	There was a door that leads directly into the cell area of the
basement from the alley in back of the church, the door from the parking
lot on the side only opened into the common rooms. Karl loaded Willy into
the trailer and headed out to park in the alley behind the church, as close
to that door as he could get. Meanwhile Royce and I took the dungeon coach
with David and Arnie and parked at the corner where we could record the
signals from the TV cameras.
	Once the boy's punishment sessions were finished and they were
returned to the basement, we were going to go in and remove all of them,
putting some in the trailer and some in the coach.  At the last minute I
decided to take David into the church with me -- I figured that with him
along there was less of a chance that the boys would make noise that could
be heard up in the church.
	Royce and I settled down to watch the video as it happened inside
-- the Reverend Johnson was in rare form -- I could almost feel the
fire and smell the brimstone as he started to preach up a storm about the
sins of the flesh and how they had to be stopped before they got out of
hand.
	Finally, the boys were brought up to stand before the assembled
congregation. Kent was the very first to be tied to the pillars while Tim
stood next in line.
	The audio wasn't terrific, but we could understand what he was
saying as he read out the list of claims against the boy before pronouncing
his sentence.
	"These first two boys are the sons of two new members of our flock
-- they have lived next door to each other for many years and have been
found offering themselves to each other in ways that is condemned by Holy
Scripture. Do you have anything to say for yourself, son, before I pass
sentence?"
	Kent stood silent, staring at the floor.
	"Very well then, he is to be given twelve strokes of the paddle."
	Kent stood silent as the Reverend gave him twelve of his best. I
would have been disappointed if he had said anything or cried out as that
was far less than Karl tended to give him at night on general principles.
	Next Tim was brought forth with the same condemnation and also
sentenced to twelve strokes. Again, there was no reaction from the boy and
I could see the Reverend's look of exasperation -- he wanted to make
these boys cry and not succeeding was really pissing him off.  The last
couple of strokes on Tim's ass were extremely hard and even broke the skin
as a small trickle of blood ran down his left leg.
	A couple more boys were brought to the front and each was crying
even before the entire five stroke sentence was administered.
	Now Able and Joseph were brought to the front -- a few members
of the congregation could be heard whispering to one another. "Yes, these
are my sons," Reverend Johnson said from the pulpit. "Their behavior lately
is far better suited for Sodom and Gomorrah than a good Christian family in
Tulsa. Do you boys have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked.
	Instead of looking toward the floor like they had been told they
looked directly into their father's eyes and defied him by shaking their
heads 'no' -- they had been told exactly what they were to say and now
they refused. While he couldn't reveal that he had tried to coach them so
that they would be spared a severe sentence, he could punish them for their
defiance.
	"Each of you is hereby sentenced to twenty-five strokes of the
paddle every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until you are ready to repent
and properly apologize for your actions before the entire congregation."
	Josh was tied to the pillars and one of the deacons took up the
paddle, Reverend Johnson didn't want anyone to say he was too soft on his
own boys. The man brought the paddle down on Josh's bare ass with a mighty
CRACK!
	"That's one, sir," the boy said with a note of defiance in his
voice.
	CRACK! The paddle struck again on almost the same spot.
	"That's two, sir."
	CRACK! The paddle struck again and again while the boy counted the
strokes until finally there was a mighty final CRACK!
	"That's twenty-five, sir," Josh said, still defiant, but now his
voice was starting to crack with the pain in his ass.
	"Take him down and put the other sinner in his place," Reverend
Johnson said.
	Joseph was tied between the pillars and given one more chance to
repent. When he stood silent, another deacon took up the paddle and started
on him much as had been done to his brother.  Joseph counted off the
strokes, but you could feel the defiance in his voice even over the poor
video connection.
	When Joseph's punishment was finished another boy took his place
and then another until all twelve of the boys from the cells had been
paddled and were now standing naked before the congregation.
	"Cover their nudity with the cloaks," Reverend Johnson said,
"except for my sons -- they will be staying in the cells to await their
next punishment so they won't be needing any coverings."
	All of the boys' hands were cuffed behind them again and then white
cotton cloaks were draped over all of the boys except for Josh and
Joseph. The boys were led down to the cells and the two girls were brought
up. It was show time!
	I fired up the coach and pulled into the alley directly behind the
big rig. By the time Royce, David and I had made it to the church door Karl
had broken it open and along with Willy was inside the church.
	Opening the cell doors was no trick as they didn't even require a
key -- since those inside always had their hands tied behind them and
they couldn't reach the latch there wasn't any real locks on
anything. Quickly the cells were opened and the boys herded out into the
common area. A couple of the boys started to cry out but a glare from Royce
was all it took to quiet them down.  Joseph and Josh saw David at the same
moment and started to say something, David put his finger to his lips and
his brothers shut up.
	Karl released Tim and Kent and then we herded all of the boys
toward the back door and out to the waiting vehicles. David directed his
brothers and two of the other boys to the dungeon coach while Kent and Tim
helped Master Karl and Willy herd the rest into the semi-trailer. In less
than 90 seconds we had everyone aboard and were headed out into the night.

* * * * *

	Back in the RV Park, we settled in for the night. While we didn't
think that there would be any alarm raised, we didn't want to call any
attention to ourselves by leaving in a big hurry late at night. I had left
a note tacked to the open door of one cell, addressed to Reverend Johnson,
telling him that we had the entire punishment session on video and if we
even heard anything about the missing boys, we would send copies of the
tape to the authorities and the media.
	Kenny and Barry had remained until the girls had been given their
punishments and taken back down to the cells. A moment later the deacon
rushed back upstairs and whispered something to the Reverend just as he was
about to end the 'service.'
	"The penitents from today's services are going to spend tonight
here to give some more serious thoughts and prayers to their misdeeds --
their parents should come back tomorrow afternoon to pick them up," he
said.
	Not a single voice was raised in protest -- he had complete
control of those people.
	As they were leaving Barry asked if keeping the children overnight
was a common thing after the punishments had been administered.
	"It's never been done before," one older member of the
congregation, but then Reverend Johnson knows what he is doing so I'm sure
it is for the best."
	Reverend Johnson was standing at the door as the congregation filed
out, shaking hands and assuring some worried parents that everything was
okay and that a bit more prayer would be good for the penitents.
	"I was planning to take off for a short vacation this evening,"
Barry said to him, "do you think that you could make an exception and allow
my boy to come home with me tonight?"
	"If I did that, I would have to do it for everyone, and the sinners
need to spend more time thinking about what they have done and praying for
the guidance to avoid doing such things again."
	Barry nodded his acceptance of this and joined Kenny out
front. They walked to their car, trying to hold in their laughter at the
hogwash that old hypocrite was spouting.
	David came out to me by the campfire pit. He was still wearing the
cut-offs and ragged T- shirt I had given him for tonight adventure -- he
looked so sexy I wanted to throw him down on the picnic table and rape him
right there, only there was too much of a chance that someone would see us
to allow me to do that.
	"Sir, uh, I think you need to come inside. My brothers are trying
to cause problems, I think."
	"Okay," I said and followed him to the dungeon coach. Royce, Kenny,
and Barry had joined Karl in the trailer to divide the remaining boys
between them.
	When I entered the coach I was assaulted by the sounds of boys
crying and demanding that they be released. As I counted heads, I noted
that Royce's latest boy was still in one of the cages, which meant that I
had five prisoners at the moment. I sent David over to the trailer to ask
Royce what he wanted to do with Arnie.
	"Okay, everyone shut up!" I shouted. Suddenly there was silence. I
turned to Josh and Joseph, "The less you guys say, the better off you will
be." A look of fear replaced the looks of defiance and they settled into a
corner of their cages.
	"Arnie, I've sent my slave to see what your Master wants to do with
you," I said and Arnie also settled into a corner of his cage.
	Now you two," I said pointing at the new boys, "I haven't decided
just what I'm going to do with you, I guess that sort of depends on you."
	When we brought them into the coach, we had taken the cloaks off
them and then placed them in cages where all they could do was stand
erect. I looked them over closely and liked what I saw.
	I pointed to one of them, "Okay, what is your name, boy?"
	"Michael Tuxford," he said on the verge of tears.
	"And how old are your Michael?"
	"I'm twelve," he said as tears started to flow.
	"There is no reason to cry," I said, "you are safe here with me
now, and if you do everything you're told to do, as soon as you're told you
don't have to worry about being hurt."
	Michael stood about 4'9" and about 100 lbs. He was blonde with
somewhat long shaggy hair. Just a few curly blonde hairs were growing from
his crotch above his 3 inch cut cock.
	I turned to the other boy, "Now, what's your name?" I asked.
	"I don't have to tell you, you're not anything to me," he said with
a lot more bravado then he had any call to show.
	"Actually, you have to tell me anything I want to know. In case you
didn't notice you are a prisoner in that cage and if I feel like it you can
stay right there until you die of either starvation or thirst, whichever
comes first. Now, tell me your name."
	He stood there mute and defiant.
	"His name is^×" Michael started to say, but I cut him off.
	"I didn't ask you what his name was, I asked him -- and he will
answer or he will wish that he had."
	The boy stood there silently, still defying me to do anything about
his actions. He stood about 5'8" and around 150 lbs. I guessed him to be
perhaps 16 and it looked like he had plenty of muscle on him. He was a
natural redhead as his ample pubic bush was just as bright a red as the
hair on his head.
	I picked up a cattle prod from the counter behind me. "Do you know
what this is, boy?"
	Silence.
	"Okay, I'll show you." I stuck the prod through the bars, pressing
it against his groin and then I pressed the button for just a moment.
	"YEOW!" he howled as he fell back against the back of his cage. His
knees started to buckle but the narrow depth of the cage prevented him from
falling to the floor.
	I waited a moment and then asked again, "Now, what is your name?"
	"M-m-my name is James Crawford, please don't do that to me
again. I'm sorry, I'll be good and answer anything you want to know."
	I smiled, sometimes you just had to get their attention, then
everything worked out just fine.  "How old are you James?"
	"I just turned 16."
	I picked up the cattle prod again. "I just turned 16, sir!"
	He caught on. "I just turned 16, Sir," he said, "Please don't use
that thing again."
	"I will if I want," I said in my best gruff voice.
	I was about to ask another question when Royce came into the coach
followed by David.
	"Your boy reminded me that I had left a slave over here." He looked
down at Arnie, who was still blindfolded. "I'll tell you what," he said
looking at the two boys standing before him, "I know you intend to keep
those two." He pointed to the twins. "How about I leave the sneak thief and
take the redhead, I have a weakness for them and he appears to have a bit
of spirit -- just the kind I like to break."
	I thought about it for a moment and then looked at James and Arnie
-- not a bad trade I thought. "Sounds good to me -- I don't have time
to deal with a defiant one right now -- enjoy."
	I opened the cage; Royce threw a cloak over the boy and led him out
of the dungeon.
	I next opened the cage where Arnie was and pulled him out and up
onto his feet. I removed the blindfold, admonishing him to be careful as
his eyes were going to be sensitive to light for a little while, and then
took off the hood that I handed to David.
	"Take this over to Master Royce and then hurry back."
	David left, and I turned to my four new boys -- I wasn't sure
just want I was going to do with them -- it was going to be a bit
crowded in my motorhome with all these slaves, but I was sure that I would
be able to work something out. Since it was just the beginning of summer I
had already decided that I was going to go and spend some time at my place
up in the mountains -- it was very remote and a good place to engage in
some slave training without any worry about anyone accidentally dropping in
on me.

* * * * *

	David's arrival broke my train of thought, directly behind him were
Willy, Tim and Kent.  David handed me a note: "Master Karl gave this to
me," he said.
	As I opened the note I heard the big rig start up and start to pull
out of the park.

DEAR COLE:

	FIRST OFF, I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING ME IN THIS LITTLE
CAPER -- IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE I'VE HAD THIS MUCH FUN. I'M LEAVING
NOW AS THIS RIG OF MINE IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING THAT THERE IS EVEN A
CHANCE OF BEING RECOGNIZED IN THE MORNING AND I'D JUST AS SOON NOT HAVE ANY
HASSLE.
	WILLY, TIM AND KENT HAVE BEEN BUSY CHANGING THE OUTSIDE DECALS ON
THE DUNGEON COACH AS WELL AS REPLACING THE LICENSE PLATES -- THERE ARE
PAPERS FOR THE NEW ONES AS WELL AS AN INSURANCE CARD, ALL LEGAL AND
COMPLETELY HONEST, WILLY HAS PAPERS GIVING HIM PERMISSION TO BE DRIVING IT.
NONE OF THE PAPERS CAN BE TRACED BACK TO YOU OR ME.
	I FIGURE THAT YOU WILL BE HEADED FOR YOUR PLACE IN THE MOUNTAINS
AND I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE TO PROPERLY HANDLE THAT MANY
SLAVES IN YOUR COACH SO WILLY HAS BEEN INSTRUCTED TO STICK WITH YOU AS LONG
AS YOU NEED HIM. TIM IS ALONG SO THAT HE CAN KEEP WILLY COMPANY ON THE WAY
BACK TO CHICAGO; HOWEVER, HE IS YOURS TO USE FOR WHATEVER YOU WANT WHILE HE
IS THERE. AS FOR KENT, HE IS A WELL TRAINED SLAVE TRAINER AND I FIGURE THAT
YOU ARE GOING TO NEED A BIT OF HELP FOR A WHILE AT LEAST SINCE YOUR ONLY
BOY IS RATHER NEW TO THE SCENE HIMSELF. YOU MAY KEEP KENT AS LONG AS YOU
WANT HIM, I'LL BE OKAY AS MARTIN IS ALSO A TRAINER AND ONCE I GET HOME I
HAVE PLENTY OF ASSISTANCE TO GET THESE THREE NEW ONES INTO SHAPE.
	DON'T WORRY ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO
DO -- I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING SCHEDULED FOR THAT COACH OR THE SLAVES. ALL
OF THEM HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT THEY ARE TO CONSIDER YOU TO BE THEIR MASTER AND
OBEY JUST AS IF YOU WERE ME -- IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS LET ME KNOW AND
WHEN THEY DO GET BACK I'LL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN, REGARDLESS
OF WHAT YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY DONE.
	I ASK ONLY ONE THING -- IF/WHEN YOU DECIDE TO SELL ANY OF THE
BOYS THAT YOU WILL USE ME FOR THE BROKER. I ASSURE YOU THAT I WILL GET YOU
A MORE THAN FAIR PRICE.
	I DO SUGGEST THAT ALL OF YOU HEAD OUT OF TOWN IN THE MORNING --
I SENT A COPY OF THAT VIDEO TO REVEREND JOHNSON, BUT I DON'T KNOW FOR SURE
IF IT WILL STOP ALL OF THE PARENTS FROM FILING SOME FORM OF COMPLAINT.

BEST REGARDS,

KARL

	"Did you finish the redecaling?" I asked when I finished the
letter.
	"Yes Sir. Everything is finished and we are ready for the road
whenever you want to take off," Willy said.
	I turned back to my new slaves, all four of them were watching me
closely to see what came next. Michael seemed to be on the verge of tears
while Arnie showed signs of wanting to say something.
	I pointed at Arnie and said, "Do you have a question slave?"
	"Uh, M-master Royce said that I would only have to serve him for a
couple of weeks and he'd let me go, now he has left me with you. What's
going to happen to me now?"
	"He had no more intention of releasing you than I do -- the
difference is that I don't plan to automatically sell you to some Arab who
will start out by cutting off your balls."
	Arnie shuddered, "He wouldn't have done that, would he?"
	"He's done it many times in the past so I imagine he would
have. For that matter I might sell you myself, it all depends on how
quickly you come to accept your new station in life."
	Michael spoke, "In school we learned that slavery was against the
law all over the world so how can we be your slaves?"
	"Take my word for it, you are a slave and a slave you will stay as
long as I desire -- the law has nothing to do with it." I turned to
Willy, Tim and Kent. "How about it, has the law done anything about your
being slaves?"
	Willy answered for them, "No Sir, Master Cole."
	I could see tears starting to form in Michael's eyes. "Was your
freedom all that good? Did you have any choice about being punished for
just doing something that felt good? Were you any more than a slave in that
church?"
	"No, Sir." Michael answered.
	Josh and Joseph had been keeping very quiet, now one of them spoke
up, directing his question toward David. "We're your brothers, surely you
don't want to make us into slaves, do you?"
	"After the things you did to me, I think you would be afraid to
remind me that we are related. Whatever Master Cole wants to do to you is
okay with me and I'm happy to help."
	I smiled, David was turning out to be a really good find -- I
had already decided that I was going to put him in charge of his brothers,
now I only hoped that he wouldn't be too rough on them to start out.
	"Master Cole," Willy said, "Kent and Tim have something to tell you
about the time that they spent in the cells in the basement."
	"Well, come in here and spill it, boys. What happened there?"
	"After Barry told the Reverend about our alleged misdeeds we were
taken down to the cells, told to strip, had out hands cuffed behind us and
were each put into a separate cell. Kenny and Barry were escorted down to
see where we would be kept until the punishment session and were given our
clothes to take with them. They were told that 'naked boys don't tend to
try to escape.'
	"Once they left the preacher came down and started opening cells
until all of us boys were out in the common area. Now he brought out the
two girls who had been caught having sex together. He said that the only
reason they thought they wanted to have sex together was that they hadn't
experienced a proper guy yet. Then he told us that what we needed to
refrain from doing things with other boys was to see how much better it was
with a girl.
	"Since Tim and I were the new boys who had been 'caught' together
he started with us -- the girls were forced down on their knees in front
of us and required to suck us off. They tried, but their hearts certainly
weren't in it and neither of us able to get off. When that happened he got
mad, pulled down his own zipper and forced both of them to suck him. He
shot a load into each girl's mouth, warning them that they had better not
allow even a single drop to escape.
	"When he finished he zipped up and headed out without returning us
to our cells. He said that he didn't care what we did, we were all just a
bunch of sodomites and we would be punished accordingly that evening. A
couple of the boys were really scared, but the twins seemed to think it was
all some sort of a big joke. They started telling everyone that he really
didn't care what we did down there -- he only wanted to be serviced by
the girls and since he was done we would be left alone until we were to be
punished that evening.
	"The twins came over to where Tim and I were standing and offered
us proper blow-jobs.  Never one to turn such a thing down we agreed and the
two boys fell to their knees and really went to work on our cocks. This
time it didn't take very long before we were rock hard and ready to
cum. The kneeling boys realized that we were ready and sucked all that much
harder, bringing us to a boil and then capturing our eruptions and
swallowing them down, much like a starving man would attack food.
	"After that all of the boys ended up doing one another while the
two girls just worked on each other and watched the boys having their
fun. The boy named James did try to hit on the girls but they turned him
down cold and it was only after all the rest of us ganged up on him that he
finally did suck a couple of cocks.
	"Finally one of the deacons came down, herded the girls back into a
single cell and led all of the boys up to a small room right next to the
front of the church where we were to be punished.  One of the deacons
stayed in the room with us so nothing else happened there until we were
brought out to be paddled."
	That Reverend Johnson was even more of a hypocrite that I had
thought, I just hoped that somewhere along the line someone would bring
charges against him over the missing boys.

* * * * *

	I decided that David should have a chance to spend the night with
his brothers so I put the three of them in the large playroom in the
back. David was told that he could do anything he wanted with them except
release their hands -- I didn't want to take any chance on their
escaping.  The three were locked in the playroom and even before I had
closed the solid door, I could hear the sound of a paddle rushing through
the air and smacking against skin -- it was going to be a rough night
for the twins.
	I took Michael and Kent with me back to my own coach, leaving Willy
and Tim to play with each other and/or Arnie. My last instruction was that
they could do anything they wanted except fuck him -- except for the
dildoe he was still a virgin back there and I wanted to take that cherry
myself.

* * * * *

	Back in my own coach I released Michael's hands and allowed him to
stretch some of the kinks out -- I found out that his hands had been
cuffed behind him for almost two days and that he hadn't eaten in that much
time either. I put Kent to work preparing a light meal for all three of us
while I sat down with Michael on my lap. I ran my hands all over his lovely
12-year-old body, paying particular attention to his three inch cock. I
captured one of the lone pubic hairs and plucked it.
	Michael winced, "Please don't do that, sir," he said.
	"Why not?"
	"It hurts and I only have a few."
	"Well, you're going to have a lot fewer when I'm finished. You are
now a slave and slaves aren't allowed to have pubic hair. I will pluck any
hairs I see that I don't like and after tonight it will be your job to
continue to pluck them so that your crotch remains as smooth as a baby's
ass. If I find any long hairs on your body you will be punished,
understand?"
	"Yes, Sir," he said.
	I found about a dozen more hairs that were long enough to be
plucked in his groin and then a couple more under each arm. Once they were
removed, he was smooth as silk and sexy as sin.
	"What are you going to do to me now?" he asked.
	"First I think I need to go over the rules with you; from now on
you don't ask any questions without permission -- you are only to speak
when spoken to except in a life-threatening emergency.  In private, you
will call me 'Master', in public 'Sir.' Except when I authorize it you will
remain naked, regardless of who might be around.
	"You are a slave, your eyes should always be focused downward
except if instructed otherwise. You are now my property, I can do anything
I want with or to you and you have no say in the matter whatsoever! If you
behave properly I will treat you nicely, if not you will be punished and
you can bet that it will be far more severe than what you were given
tonight in the church. Do you understand?"
	He sat there very still for a minute and then started to nod his
head.
	"Very good, now I think that Kent has finished in the kitchen so
let's sit down and eat."

* * * * *

	After we ate, I fitted Michael with a steel chain collar that I
locked in place. "You will wear this at all times, the only person who may
remove it is me. As long as you are wearing it you are my slave. Do you
understand all of this?"
	He nodded his head.
	"If you do what you're told, when you're told, without any
hesitation you will be treated well -- if you don't, you will be
punished, in some cases severely. Any questions? You may ask them now or
never."
	He sat there for a minute, thinking about what he had been
told. Finally, he decided that he needed to ask a few questions. "What kind
of things will I be required to do, Sir?"
	"Most anything, particularly sexually. I like to have sex with
young boys, particularly if they are in bondage. You can expect to be kept
in bondage much of the time as I like how it looks and your main job is to
keep me happy."
	"What about school?"
	"You will be home schooled, by me, you won't be attending any
public school. There is also a special high school for slave boys and I
might send you there."
	"How long do I have to remain a slave?"
	"Quite possibly forever."
	Michael's jaw dropped a bit in surprise; obviously, he thought this
was some sort of short term game.
	"If I decide to free you, I will; however, when you get older and
are no longer of interest to me sexually I may decide to sell you to
someone else who wants an older slave. In any case you will not have any
say in the matter, you are a slave -- property -- you wouldn't ask a
chair if it wanted to be sold, would you? The same holds true for a slave."
	"What about my parents?"
	"They can't really be all that concerned about you or they wouldn't
have turned you over to that so-called Reverend, to be punished for things
that are a normal part of growing up. If they do become a problem they will
be presented with evidence that you have died."
	It began to sink in that this was for real and permanent. His lower
lip started to quiver a bit and it was only a few moments before tears
started to flow. He sobbed softly for a few minutes while I just sat there
and watched. When he stopped I handed him a tissue and told him to dry his
eyes.
	I turned to Kent, "How long have you been a slave?"
	"Since I was ten years old, Sir," he said.
	"And how old are you now?"
	"I just turned 16, Sir."
	"Have you ever tried to escape?"
	"Just once, Sir, about five years ago."
	"What happened?"
	"Master Karl caught me before I had even made it off his
property. I was beaten so that I hurt everywhere and then chained in the
yard like a dog. For several months all I had to eat was dog food, I was
not allowed to speak, I slept in a doghouse, and the other slaves were
required to treat me like a dog. When Master Karl finally allowed me back
into the house I was still not only his slave, but had to serve all the
other slaves as well. It was almost three years before I was allowed even
one minute without being chained up in some fashion."
	"Would you try to escape again if you had the chance?"
	"I've had many chances, I don't want to escape. Master Karl is good
to his slaves as long as we behave. This fall he says that he is going to
send me to the slaveboy high school -- he wants me to go to college and
become a doctor. Then I will be able to provide medical care for slaves
without any questions being asked."
	"What about your family?"
	"The only family I have is Master Karl and his slaves -- they
are the only family I need -- they love me."
	"Thank you, Kent." I turned to Michael, "And now the only family
you have is me and my other slaves.
	Michael didn't look all that convinced, but I didn't care, he
wasn't going to be allowed any freedom for some time so I rather doubted
that I'd have any problems with his trying to escape.
	"The meal you just ate will be the last one you have sitting at a
table for some time -- slaves aren't allowed to use furniture except
when directed by their Master. You will consider Kent, Tim, Willy and David
to be your superiors and you will do as they direct except if it conflicts
with something I have told you to do."
	"What about Josh and Joseph, Sir?" he asked. It sounded like he was
going to be a good slave; already thinking like one was the first step.
	"I haven't decided what I'm going to do with them yet; however,
they won't be in any position to give you any orders and if they try you
are to ignore them and then tell either David or me at once."
	He nodded and got up off the chair on which he had been sitting.
	"Very good," I said as I took his hand and pulled him over to sit
on my lap. "Now, there are a couple more very important rules you have to
remember."
	He looked up at me, a slight bit of fear in his eyes.
	"You are not allowed to touch yourself sexually without
permission. Likewise, you must not cum without permission. If you are
caught playing with yourself you will be punished and then your hands will
be tied in such a fashion that you can't do it again. If need be, I will
place you in a chastity belt. I guarantee that you won't like it as it is
extremely uncomfortable."
	"Yes, Sir."
	"This means that you are not allowed to touch yourself even when
you pee -- if you can't aim well enough to hit the toilet standing up
you will pee sitting down!"
	He smiled a bit and when he did, his face was delightful.
	"Now it is time to go to bed. Tonight both you and Kent are going
to sleep with me. You are going to learn how to sleep with your hands
cuffed behind you -- it is something that you will be doing almost every
night for the rest of your life."
	I nodded to Kent and he locked a pair of leather cuffs on the naked
boy's wrists, locking them behind him.
	"Kent, show him how you undress your Master without the use of your
hands."
	Kent dropped to his knees before me as I stood up. Using only his
teeth he opened first my belt and then my pants, allowing them to fall to
the floor. Next he pulled down my underpants and when they were around my
ankles I stepped out of them.
	Quickly, he picked up the clothing, folded it carefully and placed
it on a chair. Now he worked open the buttons on my shirt and when it fell
to the floor, he picked it up and placed it on the chair as well.
	How I placed my hands on Michael's shoulders and pressed him down
to his knees as well.  I directed his head to my groin, where my cock was
already raising to the occasion.
	"You need to suck on that cock, make it good and wet as your spit
is the only lubrication there will be when I fuck Kent and if he is hurt
you will be punished for not doing a proper job."
	He opened his mouth and began to lick at the purple head of my now
fully erect cock. It was quickly obvious that he had done this before as he
seemed to know his way around an erection without any additional
instructions. Slowly he took the mushroom-shaped cockhead into his mouth,
stretching open as wide as he could to get it completely inside. A couple
of times he struggled against the cuffs that bound his wrists in an attempt
to use his hands to help guide the invading man-pole, but he rapidly
recognized that there was no way he could bring his hands into play.
	His hot, moist oral cavity felt delightful and it was almost as
tight a fit as any anus I had ever fucked. Now he tried to work his way
down the shaft only my cockhead soon banged up against the back of his
mouth with several inches of the rigid shaft still outside. Since this was
the first time that he had sucked my cock I didn't want to force myself
down his throat -- there was plenty of time for that later on. So, I
took hold of his head and just held him steady for a bit and then started
to withdraw until his lips were once again clamped tightly around the glans
of my member.
	"You're doing just fine, I don't want you to do more than you are
capable of doing this first time -- we will work on deep-throating late
on," I said as I begin to rhythmically face-fuck the helpless boy before
me. When I felt my nuts beginning to stir, I pulled him completely off me
and smiled down at him. "You are going to do just fine."
	I sat down on the edge of the bed, patting my hands on the mattress
on either side of me.  Michael looked at me questioningly for a moment and
when I nodded my approval, he sat down.  Kent sat on the other side and
handed me a lock that I used to fasten his wrists to his collar so that his
hands were locked behind his head. [All of Master Karl's slaves wore a
collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs at all times -- Kent and Tim's had
been removed for their time at the church, but were reapplied as soon as
they were back with us.]
	I wrapped my arms around the two slaveboys and pulled them tight
against my body in a big hug. I then lay down, pulling Kent back into my
crotch so that my dripping erection started to paint itself up and down his
ass crack. I centered my cock on his lovely rosebud of an anal entryway and
started pressing forward, slowly working the head into his boy-pussy,
lubricated by a combination of Michael's spit and my own pre-cum. At the
same time, I directed Michael's head down toward Kent's hairless crotch
where he automatically opened his mouth and took the slaveboy's rigid
member inside.
	"I want you to suck on him while he is being fucked, if he cums he
will be punished, and if he doesn't cum in your mouth, you will be
punished."
	My rigid tool continued its relentless pressure against the gateway
before it and finally the door opened and I was inside. Kent clenched his
sphincter muscle tight around the base of the invaders head, attempting to
trap it inside him forever.
	Now, using a slow and steady rhythm I began pushing my fuckpole
deeper and deeper into his guts until his asscheeks were pressed tight
against my groin. Only then did I stop for a bit to allow the boy the
opportunity to grow accustomed to the rigid invader. Then I pulled back
until once again only the head was still inside of him. I began to increase
the pace of my rhythmic strokes, pushing all the way in and then pulling
back out, each stroke massaging his prostate and sending shivers of
pleasure through his body.
	Michael continued to work his mouth up and down Kent's cockshaft,
bringing additional spasms of pleasure to the boy, sensations that no
amount of training to only cum with permission could overcome.
	My pistoning of my cock in clutching asshole, rubbing his joy
button, combined with Michael's oral ministrations proved to be too much
and with a mighty shout he couldn't stifle Kent shot his load of boycream
into Michael's mouth just as I was starting to unload my jism into his
waiting bowels. Michael was a bit overcome by the volume of fluids that
gushed from Kent's spurting erection; however, he hung in there and managed
to swallow down every drop, sucking even harder at the end to make sure
that nothing was lost or wasted.
	Sexually spent for the moment, I pulled Michael up onto the bed
beside me so that I now was sandwiched between two beautiful, bound and
naked young men. My mind was thinking of other things that I wanted to do
with them, but I was really too tired and after I promised Kent that his
punishment for cumming without permission would happen in the morning we
all drifted off to sleep.

To be continued...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
	I wish to thank everyone who has written expressing their interest
in this story and offering suggestions as to what they would like to see
happen next. I have an outline for the story and I have added a couple
suggestions to it in the last few weeks. As long as you, the readers, keep
writing and telling me that you like what I have written I'll do my best to
keep writing -- this is a labor of love and I have been doing it for my
own enjoyment for many years. After a couple of friends suggested that I
share with everyone I got up the courage to do it and you have seen the
results. Again, thanks for your support.
	I do have another series posted -- MY PAPERBOY -- I do hope that
you will check it out as well. I also have a couple of unfinished gay
novels that I'm going to have to try to finish so that they might be posted
at some time in the future. The positive feedback I have received from my
current posting has inspired me to go back to them as well. Now if I didn't
have to work every day I might be able to get it all done. ?

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