Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2008 11:19:04 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Paul Becomes a Sex Slave (gay/ adult youth, m/M, m/MM)

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             Paul Becomes a Sex Slave
                      By
                     Wolf

	It was just starting to rain and the streets
were almost empty.  A new Datsun Z-240 pulled up to
the curb and the passenger window when down and a
man leaned across the consol and asked the youth
walking in the rain if he wanted a ride.

	The youth had not been paying any attention
until he heard the man's voice.  He turned to look at
the person speaking as he wiped the damp hair away
from his face.  He looked at the man and thought he
was nice looking.  He was standing at the bus stop
getting wet waiting for the bus.  Against everything
his parents had told him about getting into a
strangers car he approached the car.

	The man opened the door and sat back in the
driver's seat as the youth got into the car.  As the
boy closed the door the driver pressed the lever that
actuated the window and it rolled up until it was
closed.  The drive asked the youth where he was
headed.

	The youth told him, "I was on my way home when
it started raining.  I live about a mile from here on
Walnut Avenue near Eight Street."

	Before the man pulled away from the curb he
cautioned the youth to buckle up.  The youth buckled
the seat belt and the man put the car in gear.  The
car responded quickly.

	He was impressed with the little sports car.  He
admired such a car and would have given anything to
have one like it.  He was so busy admiring the car he
that he was not paying much attention until he heard
the man ask what his name was.

	'My name is Paul." He said.

	The man told him that the name suited him.
Paul guessed the man's age to be close to the age of
his father.  He was a 13-year old at the time and was
small for his age.  He could get into the movies as a
child any time he wanted.

	As the car moved down the wet pavement the
tires made the sound of water being splashed up
against the underside of the car.  As the man shifted
the car from gear to gear his hand would rest on
Paul's thigh.

	Paul got a boner just having the man's hand
resting on his thigh.  He did not stop the man or say
anything.  When the man had the car in forth gear he
placed his hand right on the front of Paul's wet pants
and gave his boner a squeeze.  When Paul didn't stop
him the man asked him if he could suck his cock.  Paul
nodded his head up and down indicating his approval.
He feared if he said anything that his voice would
crack.

	The man caught the approving nod out of the
corner of his eye.  He turned the car off of the main
highway and pulled the car into a parking lot of a
store that was closed and parked his car between
some parked cars.  The man unfastened his seat belt
and leaned across the consol so that he could fumble
with the front of Paul's pants until he got them open.

	Paul had on jockey shorts on and the man pulled
the elastic waistband down under Paul's smooth little
scrotum to expose his dick.  Paul's dick was about the
size of a hot dog wiener.  Paul was un-cut so his
foreskin covered the knob of his cock completely.

	The man was disappointed at the sight of the
un-cut cock.  When he pulled the foreskin down over
the knob he saw wet knob and the yellowish cheese
like stuff that was a mix of sloughed off skin, cum
and pee around the base of the knob and it turned
him off.  He just used his hand to jack off Paul until
he squirted his load of cum all over the man's hand.
The man sat up and used a handkerchief to wipe his
hand and Paul's cock.

	Paul was disappointed that he did not suck his
cock.  The man said that he knew of twin brothers his
age that were mad about un-cut cocks and would love
to suck his cock.  Paul agreed to meet the twins.

	Paul fastened up his pants while the man
buckled up and started the car.  He drove Paul across
town and parked his car in front of a house that was
old looking.  The walls were shingled like the roof and
there were stone platforms on the concrete porch
supporting tapered wooden pillars holding up the roof
covering the porch.  The plants and hedges were
trimmed but were old plants with thick trunks.  The
concrete walks was cracked and lifted up by the
roots of plants.  The window and door trim was
painted dark green.

	Paul followed the man up the walk to the front
door and when the man rang the bell Paul heard voices
and footsteps behind the door.  The carriage light on
either side of the door came on with a yellow glow
before the door was opened.

	He man standing in the door was close to six
feet tall.  He was every bit as old as the man that had
brought him to the house.  The man was black and
kind of looked like Will Smith with his head shaved
close.  When he saw the man with the youngster he
got a big smile on his face.

	'Well gentlemen.  Come on in.  He held out his
hand in a greeting to Paul.  Hello young man.  My name
is Robert, Bobby to my friends."

	Paul shook his hand and said, "Paul."

	After shaking Paul's hand he ushered the youth
into the house.  The man followed behind them.  As
they moved down the hall to the opening to the living
room there was a voice come from father back in the
house.  "Bobby who was it?"

	Paul saw the second man coming to greet them.
He had been told they were twins but it looked like
the second man was a clone of the first.  When he
saw the youngster his face beamed as he held out his
hand.  "Hi my name is Ronald, Ronny to my friends."

	Paul was looking at the features on one and then
checking the face of the other and he could not
detect a difference.  The two men ushered their
guest into the living room.  When they were seated
the twins asked almost in unison, "Jim why have you
brought this delicious youngster to visit us?"

	Jim said, "This young man wants to have his
first sexual encounter with a man."

	Robby caught on right away, "I get it Jim, Paul
is a lace lady."

	Jim nodded affirmative.  Paul did not
understand what had just transpired.  He had not
understood what had his transpired between the two
men.  Even Ronny had a look of recognition on his
face.

	The two black men sat down on either side of
the youth and started stroking his body while Jim sat
down in a chair facing them so that he could watch
what the two men were going to do with the
youngster.  Bobby took hold of Paul's head with both
hands and started kissing him.

	It frightened him at first.  To one had ever
stuck their tongue in his mouth like that and sucked
on his tongue until he was sticking his tongue into
Bobby's mouth.  That was enough to give Paul a boner
by it's self but Ronny was toughing at Paul's pants to
get his cock out of the pants.

	By the time Ronny got the boy's cock out.  Paul
had a boner like nothing he had ever experienced
before.  Ronny laughed when he saw the foreskin
because he knew that Jim didn't like cocks with
foreskins.  He thought they smelled nasty and were
unclean.  There might be a little truth to that
because Paul was not that diligent at cleaning the
head of his cock after peeing or jacking off.

	That was no problem for the twins because they
liked nasty cocks and young boys they could make into
their domestic slaves.

	Paul had no idea what they had in mind for him
and he was a little frightened about what he had
gotten into.  These three grown men could do
anything they wanted to him.  At the same time the
big tongue being shoved down his throat was taking
his breath away from him.

	When Ronny skinned back the foreskin and saw
the head cheese he got a nasty smile on his face.  He
started licking the cheese from around the base of
the knob.

	Jim was pulling his cock out of his pants and was
jacking himself off slowly.  He must have been
enjoying the sight of the two black men working the
boy over.  His hand was moving up and down in rhythm
to the bobbing of Ronny's head.

	The fear Paul was feeling was preventing him
from reaching a climax.  Bobby wanted a taste of the
boy's cock too.  He pulled his head away from Paul's
mouth and tapped the back of Ronny's head.

	Ronny looked up at his brother and reluctantly
to give up the prize in his mouth but he did as his
brother wished.  When he sat up Bobby bent over and
took hold of the wiener and stroked it up and down to
wipe away the salvia of his brother because he
wanted to taste the skin of the boy.  While he was
taking the wiener into his mouth Ronny was pulling up
the boy's red sweat shirt with the Chicago Bull's logo
on the front so that he could play with the boy's
nipples.  He could not make up his mind if he wanted
to kiss the boy's mouth or suck on his nipples.

	Paul found that his nipples were as sensitive as
his cock.  He could not hold it any longer and squirted
a load of cum into Bobby's mouth.  There was not a lot
because it had been hardly more than an hour ago
that Jim had jacked him off.

	The two black me fussed over the boy assuring
him that he was welcome to their house any time.
Jim had also squirted his load of cum into his
handkerchief.  They both got dressed and said their
goodbyes to Bobby and Ronny.

	Jim drove Paul to the corner of the black he
lived on.  By that time it was raining hard and the
winds was driving the rain about a 30 degree angle.
By the time he reached his home he was soaking wet.

	His mother was more concerned about him
catching cold than about why he was so late getting
home.  She insisted that he get out of his wet clothes
and into a hot tub of water right away.  As soon as he
was dressed she had hot soup ready and home made
chili ready for him.

	Paul had paid attention to where the twins lived.
The following weekend he told his mother that he was
going to play with a friend from school at his house.
He made sure he was out of the door before she
could find out who the friends was, with the
statement "I will be home by suppertime.  That way
she could not call them.

	He caught the bus on the main street and got
off at the block that would be only be a couple of
blocks walk to the street that the twins lived on.
When he reached their house he knocked on the
door.  He half wanted them to not be home at the
same time he was thrilled when her heard footsteps
approaching the front door.

	When the door opened he could not tell if it was
Bobby or Ronny.  He couldn't even tell when the guy
hugged him and invited him into the house.  Then he
said, "Bobby has gone to the store and will be back
soon."  That at least told him that he was talking to
Ronny.

	Ronny wanted to get something for Paul, a coke,
sandwich or something.  Paul was still nervous about
what he expected to happen and politely declined any
refreshment.  They sat on the couch together hip to
hip.  Ronny talked to Paul to make him more
comfortable.

	Paul had been impressed with the twins because
even though they had facial features and nappy hair
of blacks their eyes were blue and their skin was
lighter color than most Hispanics.  He innocently
asked Ronny about the color of his eyes.

	Ronny laughed, "Honey that is a long story.  The
American government outlawed in importation of
African blacks a long time before the Civil War so
the southern slavers bread their own slaves.  Bobby
and I are only four generations removed from slaves.
But even after slavery ended blacks were not any
better off.  Our great grandfather was shot for not
paying proper respect to a white man.  Our mother
was a maid for a man that enjoyed talking her to bed.
In the south they have names for blacks that are only
half black, quarter black and a sixteenth black.  No
matter how little black blood we have they were still
were not welcome in white establishments.  Out
mother was only part black so when we were born we
inherited our father's blue eyes.

	Our father kept us because he was attracted to
boys too.  He was a true red neck southern man.  His
family didn't believe in circumcising boys because
they didn't want anyone thinking they might be Jews
or Muslims.  He took great pride in the amount of
foreskin he had dangling beyond the head of his dick.
I enjoyed fucking our mother in front of us and then
having us suck his cock.  By the time we were ten
years old he was fucking us in the ass.  We loved out
father dearly and would do anything for him.  It was
not until he passed away that we moved north.  That
is why we have a thing for cocks with foreskins.
Ronny added we also have a thing for play acting.
Would you like to indulge us by playing a game where
you are our sex slave?

	Just the thought of playing the part of a sex
slave to a couple of black men gave Paul a lump in his
throat and a boner in his pants.  In answer to the
question Paul kissed Ronny on the mouth.

	Ronny accepted the kiss and stuck his tongue
deep into the sweet mouth of the youngster.  He felt
his chest and the front of his pants.  He was pleased
to find the boy had a stiff boner in his pants.  When
he broke the kiss he stood up and pulled Paul to his
feet and led him to the bedroom.  He opened a walk in
closet while Paul sat on the bed.  He went to the back
and took items from some shelves and brought them
back and tossed them onto the bed next to Paul.

	Ronny sat on the bed and told Paul to stand up
so that he could take his clothes off.  Paul never took
his eyes off of the items on the bed.  There chrome
studded dog collar with a chrome chain leash.  There
was also a stainless steel ring that looked like it was
about one inch radius.

	Paul started unbuttoning his shirt while Ronny
started unbuckling Paul's pants.  As the shirt came
off the panted came down.  Ronny had to remove the
shoes and socks before he could get the pants off.
While Paul pulled his T-shirt over his head Ronny
slowly pulled the underpants down.  He did so in such
a way the elastic waistband pulled the youth's boner
down until the end of it cleared the elastic and it
sprang back up almost slapping his own pubic area.
Ronny cupped the boy's scrotum and felt the smooth
skin.  They were just starting to drop and there were
just a few hairs on the sack.

	Ronny picked up that intriguing steel ring from
the bed and proceeded to slip it on Paul's cock like
her was slipping a ring on a finger.  When it was about
half way down he took hold of the scrotum and
stuffed it under the ring and pulled it from the top.
He used his fingers to stuff the little testicles
through the ring.  By the time he had the ring all of
the way down t the base on Paul's cock Paul's wiener
sized cock turn a dark red and his testicles swell up
and the skin was smooth as his ass.  The cock stood
out in front of Paul and bounced up and down with
every movement.

	Ronny gave the boy's cock a playful flip to watch
it bounce before he picked up the dog collar.  Ronny
placed the collar around Paul's neck and buckled it at
the back.  Ten he attached the leash and gave it a
tough to let Paul know it was attached securely.  He
was just starting to lead the boy back down the hall
when they heard the front door open.  They knew
that Bobby was home.  Ronny leg Paul to the living
room to great his brother.

	When Bobby saw Paul being let by the neck he
got a big grin on his face.  She also took in the sight
of the cock ring making the youth's cock stand up
hard a stiff.  He could not resist reaching out and
flipped the boner just to watch it spring up and down.

	Ronny laughed, "Don't you think Paul makes a
sweet chamber maid slave for us?"

	Bobby stood back and looked Paul up and down
with the eye of a connoisseur.  He walked around Paul
like he was inspecting a slave he was purchasing.  He
looked in his mouth at the teeth.  He felt his arms,
pinched his nipples and stroked his cock before
walking around to stroke his back.  Paul felt his long
fingers sliding up and down the crack of his ass.  I
surprised him when a finger was shoved up his
asshole.

	Ronny was the one that said, "What do you
think?  Is he worth training?"

	Bobby said, "I think we can make use of this
boy.  Paul I want you to take our clothes off for us."

	Paul set about taking the clothes off of the men
that looked like matching bookends.  When he pulled
down their pants and exposed their tools he was
fascinated by the fact that not only were they
identical they both had dark skinned cocks that were
big enough that Paul knew that he could grip them like
baseball bats and there would have been plenty of
meat left over.  Both of them were un-cut.  When he
pulled back Ronny's foreskin he saw that he was
fastidiously clean.  It was all he could do to get the
head of the cock in his mouth.  He used both hands to
jack Ronny off while sucking on the black cock.

	Bobby watched the boy sucking on his brother's
cock and could not resist pulling on his own meat.  He
approached the boy and played with his nipples from
the back.  His stiff meat kept rubbing the boy's
smooth butt.  He looked at Ronny and nodded his
head.

	Ronny understood the non-verbal message and
reached for a bottle of baby oil and handed it to his
brother.  Bobby dribbled some of the liquid on Paul's
exposed butt crack and the shaft of his cock.

	Paul's first feeling was that the liquid was cool.
Then he felt the head of Bobby's cock press against
the opening of his ass.  His first reaction was to
pucker his sphincter tightly.

`	Bobby tapped him on the butt with the bottle.
"Honey...you better relax or this is going to hurt."

	Paul was just about to ask why when the pain
shot through his ass.  It felt like a hot soldering iron
had been shoved into his ass.  He would have cried
out, if it had not for the fact that Ronny was shoving
his cock as far down his throat as he could.  Large
tears were streaming down his cheeks.  With every
thrust of Bobby's hips he was being shoved against
Ronny until his nose was being pressed against the
tightly coiled pubic hair.  He would choke on it until
Bobby pulled back allowing him to pull back enough to
get a little air.  Slowly the pain changed to a
throbbing feeling that was making him feel so horny
that his cock was dripping pre-cum.

	There was a lot of moaning going on from all
three of them.  Bobby was making animal sounds deep
in his throat while he was fucking the boy until he
grabbed Paul by the hips and made a couple of deep
thrusts and then froze as he sighed.  When he
started pumping his hips again there was a wet sound
as his front slapped against Paul's butt.  Ronny knew
his brother had cum in the boy's ass and he grabbed
the boy by the ears and fucked his mouth a couple of
time before he started squirting cum into Paul's
mouth.  Paul had to swallow as fast as he could but
keeping up with the flow was hopeless.  Cum was
dripping from his mouth.

	Bobby wiped Paul's ass when he finally pulled out
of his butt.  They allowed Paul to lie on the sofa while
he recovered.  Ronny went and got the youth at
bottle of beer to wash the cum down.

	Paul didn't like the taste of the cold beer at
first but it allowed him to relax his jaw.  He was
propped up against the arm of the sofa drinking his
beer slowly.  Ronny knelt by the side of the sofa and
started inspecting the boy's cock.

	The foreskin was wet with drops of pre-cum.
Ronny gently pulled the foreskin down to expose the
knob.  He licked the wet knob before he lowered his
mouth down onto the wiener sized cock and started
bobbing his head up and down as he sucked on the
boy's cock.  He even rolled the boy's testicles
between his fingers until Paul rolled his eyes back and
let out a moan as he came in Ronny's mouth.  Ronny
swallowed every drop of cum.

	The twins bathed Paul and cleaned him up.  They
even made him brush his teeth so he would not smell
of beer before they dropped him off close to home.

	Paul's ass was sore for a couple of days but he
knew that as soon as it stopped hurting he would visit
the brothers again.  When he did so they had done
some shopping.  They had bought him a sexy little
maid's uniform that was so short that even his pubic
hair was visible.  They had bought him fish net nylons
and high heeled pumps.  They had bought him a nice
wig.

	They fitted a nylon skull cap over his hair
before putting the wig on him.  Then they pulled the
maid's uniform over his head.  Paul had to pull in his
tummy before they could zip up the side.  Then they
put the little starched white apron on him.  The
nylons were sexy on his legs and the high heels made
his legs look longer.  The last thing they did was put
makeup on him.  He did look very much like a sexy girl
all dressed up except for the fact that his cock was
fully visible.

	The twins took full advantage of their sex slave.
This time Ronny was the first to fuck his asshole.
After the initial pain of the cock entering his ass Paul
got into the fucking quick enough.  Bobby stood in
front of him and presented his cock for servicing.
Paul found that he could swallow the cock easer than
he had his brother.  The twins held hands over Paul's
back so that they could pull on each other to drive
their cocks deeper into Paul.  Everyone as sweating by
the time the twins squirted their loads of cum into
the orifices.  Paul was surprised that he even
climaxed while being fucked.  He shot his load of cum
all over the floor.

	Every time Paul would visit the twins they found
new ways to expand Paul's sexual education.  They
taught him to tongue fuck their assholes and they
took turns pissing in his face while the other brother
fucked his ass.  The sex lasted until the summer
before he was to enter high school.  His father was
offered another job requiring that they move to
another state.  Paul was lost until he found another
man to become his master.




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