Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 01:24:56 -0500
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Ray's Revenge

Ray's Revenge
by Sid Gittler with a whole lot of help from Cody, Justin and Arne.

	Sam Charger slid his ID card through the slot at the entrance of
Philistine Estates.  As he waited for the massive iron gates to slide back
he flipped open the center console in his 2000 Jaguar XJ-16 and flipped on
the monitor and pushed the infrared scan button.  It took three seconds for
the camera to freeze in a room labeled "Ray's bedroom."
	There were two figures which angered Sam until he remembered Hank
was coming over to tutor his thirteen-year-old adopted son in math after
school.  He was usually gone by the time Sam got home but they were still
going at it.
	"Wait a minute," Sam said as he came to a stop sign and took a
closer look.  "What the hell's going on there?"
	Racing through the secluded streets he quickly pulled into his
driveway and dashed out of the car.  The front door opened to his voice
command and he raced up the center steps and turned left at the top.  His
son's door was open.
	"Yeah, do it faggot, suck my cock."  Sam recognized Hank's voice
and began to take his belt off.  "Oh yeah, it's time, oh yeah I'm cumming."
	Sam entered the room and saw Hank standing over Ray and shooting
his sperm all over the younger boy's face.
	"Daddy, it's not my fault," Ray screamed in terror.
	Hank was still coming down from his orgasmic high when he felt the
belt around his throat, felt it quickly tighten and begin choking him.
Hank screamed and clawed at the belt but at 6'4" and 250 muscled pounds Sam
towered over the fifteen year old and kept tightening the belt, lifting him
off the ground until the boy went limp.  Twenty seconds later Sam dropped
the end of the belt and the twitching boy dropped to the floor.
	Ray looked up at his father, fear building in his eyes.  "Oh daddy,
it was horrible, we were studying and I asked him if he wanted anything and
he said he wanted a blowjob.  I told him no but he pushed me down, ripped
my shorts off and pulled his cock out and forced it into my mouth.  I
didn't have a choice."
	Sam opened his arms and Ray jumped into them.  The father kissed
his son's forehead.  "I believe you Ray, you've always done what I've told
you."
	"Thank you sir," Ray said, but with a different timbre.
	"Do you think you are ready to begin your training?"
	A huge smile flashed across the young boys face as his father,
lover, master looked down at his hairless body.  "Yes sir."
	"Then let's get this piece of shit downstairs."

	Hank began to stir but a quick kick to the back of his head
rendered him unconscious again.  Sam removed the belt from around the
blond's neck and quickly tied Hank's hands behind his back.
	"Should I dress Master?"  Ray asked as Sam hoisted Hank over his
shoulder.
	"No, I have your new clothes in the dungeon."
	Ray glowed with pride as he followed Sam down the back steps that
led from the bedrooms to the sub-basement.  His hard, uncut four inches
pointing the way.
	For the last four years he had been the slave.  The role came
naturally to him from his four years at the whorehouse which had sold him
to Sam.  But then he would have done anything for the man who had given him
the chance for a normal life.
	And now the three time winner of the "trainer-of-the-year" grand
prize at New York City's most secret S&M club was going to teach him how to
be a master.
	"Turn the lights on boy," Sam said as they reached the bottom of
the steps.  Ray squeezed by and flipped on a series of bright lights.  Sam
dropped Hank on the floor.  "Strip him."  It took Ray about two minutes to
carefully remove the clothes from the still limp body.  "Good, to start
we're going to hang him on the X-frame.  I'll hold him in place and you
strap him on starting with his wrists."
	"Yes Master," Ray said.
	Sam let Hank hang from his wrists when Ray moved to his ankles.  By
the time the boy was finished Sam was back with various objects.  "Skip the
blindfold, insert the small butt plug and then the cock ring as close to
his groin and as tight as you can get it."
	"Yes Master," Ray said as his father headed to a small room off the
chamber.
	When he returned ten minutes later he was smiling and carrying a
large box. "Trainee, did you do as instructed."
	"Yes Master."
	"No, you went a step further than instructed," Sam said tugging at
the chain connecting the tit clamps that were almost drawing blood from
Hank's nipples.
	Ray knelt, "forgive me Master."
	"Rise trainee, this time you are forgiven.  From now on do as
instructed, no more, and no less."
	"Thank you Master," Ray said as he rose.
	"Try these on son, I had them made especially for you."
	Ray opened the box and pulled out the items.  He gently stroked the
leather and buried his nose and inhaled deeply.  Then slowly slipped on the
skintight shorts, the vest and the calf-high leather boots.  There were
holes in the back of the shorts over each butt cheek and three snaps were
all that contained his hard cock.
	When he was done he stood at attention so his father could inspect
him.  Sam adjusted the vest slightly and fondled Ray's hard cock through
the shorts.
	"What the fuck?  You fucking bastards, get me the hell down or I'll
rape your queer asses," a newly conscious Hank screamed.  A scream that was
cut short by two slaps across his face.
	"Look you piece of shit, you're the one in trouble here.  You will
be punished for what you did," Sam said and Hank replied with a long string
of obscenities.
	"Put the ball gag in and tie it securely.  I am tired of hearing
this thing's noise."
	"Yes Master," Ray said.
	After he was finished Ray stepped back to let his master check.
Sam motioned him over.
	"I told you to tie it securely, not so tight he's going to choke
when we start," Sam made an adjustment.  "See what I mean?  Now bend over."
	"Yes Master," Ray said and bent over, hands on his knees.  The crop
fell sharply against his rear, but he didn't move.  Years of practice
allowed him to take twenty hard swats without flinching.
	"First thing, as you well know, slaves are little boys and little
boys don't have any body hair," Sam said.
	Ray grinned and went to the sink and picked up the razor and put a
new blade in it.  He always liked it when his dad shaved him, not that he
needed much even since reaching puberty.  He also loved the way it felt.
	Ray sprayed the shaving cream in Hank's pits.  Hank squirmed, the
first signs of real panic entering his eyes.
	"Now don't move or you'll get cut, and cut in some embarrassing
places," Ray said as he covered Hank's groin.  Ray carefully shaved the new
trainee until the only hair left on Hank's body was the blond mop on top of
his head.
	Sam checks Ray's work and nods at his son.  Then he takes a
straight razor out of his back pocket and slowly opens it in front of
Hank's eyes.
	"Boy, I'm going to take that stubble off.  You move and you'll be
talking like a girl."  Hank nods desperately.
	When he's finished he pat Hank's cheek.  "Good boy, now we're going
to start with caning.  Now where do we cane trainee?"
	"Only the ass Master, because of the damage a cane can do," Ray
said as he stood at attention.
	"Very good, now can you do a good caning the way it's tied now?"
	Ray walked around to his tutor's rear and examined it's position in
relation to the X.  "I can hit it but not with a full swing Master."
	"How do we rectify the situation trainee?"
	"Release his legs and raise the bottom of the X-frame to give a
clearer shot?"  Ray said.
	The crop came down on his exposed left cheek.  "What is wrong with
that trainee?" Sam shouted.
	Ray thought, "If his legs are free he can swing and kick us.  So
I'll have to rechain them to a weight to keep them in place."
	"Very good, proceed."
	First Ray raised the X-frame another six-inches and then dragged a
fifty pound weight over.  He grabbed a pair of handcuffs and snapped one
cuff around Hank's left ankle and secured it before he released the
restraint that held it to the X-frame.  As his father had warned Hank
started thrashing the foot around but Ray ignored it and rapidly cuffed it
to the other ankle.  Then he took the chain from the weight and hooked it's
three snaps to each cuff and the connecting chain.  Only then did he
release Hank's left ankle.
	There was still some slack in the chain so Hank continued to move
around.  Ray knew he could raise the chain some more but that would put it
too high for him.  He scratched his disheveled black hair for a minute,
then smiled.  Crouching low to the ground he pushed the weight forward till
the chain was taut.  He picked up the cane and stepped behind the terrified
Hank.  The twitching ass was fully exposed and at the perfect height for
the uppercut swing his baseball coach was always complaining about.
	"Proceed," Sam said.
	Hank was staring at the ceiling, his breaths coming in short, rapid
pants.  Suddenly he saw himself in a mirror hanging from the ceiling, and
beneath him Ray grasping the cane in two hands.  For both boys the first
swing seemed to happen in slow motion.
	Ray looked at his target, wanting his first ever swing of the cane
to land true against the slave's ass.  He gripped the cane firmly with both
hands and got into his batting stance.  Holding his head still, imagining
the still white cheeks as a giant baseball he went into his swing.  Ray
felt his knees bend slightly as his arms headed upwards to meet the twin
globes.
	Hank stared bewilderedly at the mirror.  Still not believing what
was happening to him.  Everybody at school knew Ray was queer, he'd come
out the beginning of the year, and that all faggots wanted to do was have
sex.  And always dressing in those tight Umbro soccer shorts that left
nothing to the imagination.
	And now Ray was wearing this leather outfit and beginning to swing
that cane.  Those muscular arms bringing the cane back and now forward in
the same swing that had led their Babe Ruth League in home runs.
	WACK
	Hank's butt moved upwards as fast and hard as it could until the
chains began to bring him back down.  Right before he stopped moving.
	WACK.
	Ray felt his cock spasm with each
	WACK
	Hearing Hank scream despite the ball gag, screaming louder with
each
	WACK.
	The red lines appearing with each
	WACK
	across Hank's ass.  Each
	WACK
	crossing an earlier one.
	WACK, WACK, WACK.
	And with the tenth
	WACK
	Ray's body experienced one if it's greatest orgasms ever.  He
screamed almost as loud as Hank had been and dropped the cane.  He found
himself sitting on the floor leaning against his father.  Hank's body
lowered and hanging straight and limp.
	"You OK son?" Sam asked.
	"That was great.  The feeling, the power, the sexual high.  Is that
what you feel dad?"
	Sam laughed and tussled Ray's sweaty hair.  "Well it takes me a bit
longer nowadays, and I need a more experienced slave, but yes.
	"Now rest a minute and think what you want to do next.  I'm going
to call his parents and see about his staying for supper."
	"Dad, we don't have school tomorrow because of a teacher's
workshop."
	"Tomorrow's Friday, then the weekend.  I'll see what I can work
out."

	Ten minutes later Sam returned and walked right up to Hank.  "Can
you hear me you piece of shit?"
	Hank opened his eyes and rapidly nodded.
	"Good, I just got off the phone with your dad.  Did you know your
parents were going away for the weekend starting tomorrow."
	A nod.  Then realization struck Hank who started shaking his head
even faster than before.
	"Oh yes, they were so thrilled I was willing to have you stay here
instead of them leaving you home alone.  I even told them I had clothes
your size that belonged to my nephew.  Not that you'll be wearing any
clothes.  Aren't you happy slave?"
	Hank shook his head.  Begging noises came from around the gag.  Sam
slapped Hank's face and asked the question again.  This time Sam nodded.
	"You mean it dad?  We can keep him till Sunday night."  Ray was
jumping up and down until the crop came down on his right cheek.
	"Actually, till it's time for the two of you to go to school Monday
morning."
	"Very good Master.  Will we have broken him by then?"
	"Long before then son.  Have you decided what your next step is?"
Sam said.
	"I thought we'd attach some weights to the tit clamps, then put
weights on his balls to lower them.  I think they ride way to high," Ray
said.
	"Good, continue."
	"Then the balls-bander."
	"Excellent, how tight?"
	"I don't want to castrate him, say start with two turns and then
move up to four before bed."
	"Proceed, use quarter pound weights on each tit and a pound on his
balls.  We'll increase those as well as he earns it.  But the bander has to
wait till later, maybe even tomorrow, it's too dangerous to do both
together."  Sam cracked the crop right above Hank's newly shaven groin.
"You do want to become a good slave."
	Hank sobbed, then nodded.
	"You see trainee, he's halfway there already."
	"Yes Master," Ray said.
	Ray walked over to the bench and carefully picked out what he
needed.  Part of his responsibilities as a slave was making sure everything
was clean and in its place after each use.  He carried two of the quarter
pound weights back to where Hank hung and quickly clamped one to each of
the tit clamps.  Blood immediately started flowing from each nipple but Ray
just walked away, paying no attention to the stifled sounds emanating from
his slave.
	On his second trip Ray raised Hank's rigid cock and slipped the
noose around the hanging boy's balls and tightened them.  After letting go
of the cock he raised the weight and held it.
	"Hank, you make one sound and it'll be another ten lashes with the
cane.  Do you understand me?"
	Hank nodded.
	Ray pulled the weight up as high as it would go and then let it go.
It crashed into the slave's cock, nuts and groin before pulling the nuts
straight down hard.
	By the time Ray stepped back Hank had passed out and was
convulsing.
	Sam quickly checked the boy and gave his son a reassuring smile.
"He's fine, let's have supper."
	"Yes Master," Ray said with relief.  He understood the first-timer
passing out, but the shaking had scared him.  He didn't want his slave
permanently damaged, even if the cute blond had sodomized him.
	Following the rules father and son stripped out of their leathers
before heading upstairs.  Sam put his clothes back on but Ray raced buck
naked up the stairs to his room.  He put his school books away and put on a
clean pair of Umbro shorts.  Once he was home a tight pair of the soccer
shorts were the only things his master allowed him to wear.
	Of course that was more clothes than he had worn during his four
years as a prostitute in the whorehouse his drug addict prostitute mother
had sold him to.  Of course she had been selling his body before then and
his living conditions had actually improved.  He serviced countless men,
acted in dozens of movies and photo shoots with men and other boys from the
house before Sam purchased him.
	Ray rubbed his cock as he remembered the first time Sam had
purchased his services, the big hand coming down on his bare ass, the big
cock stretching his well used ass.
	"Ray, supper," Sam called bringing the boy out of his memories and
rapidly down the stairs.
	In addition to his other talents Sam was a gourmet chef, but
because he didn't want to leave the new slave alone too long he had broiled
two steaks smothered in onions and garlic and accompanied by roasted
peppers and mashed potatoes.
	"What stinks?"  Ray asked wrinkling his nose as he entered the
kitchen.
	"Sorry, we're eating in the dining room," Sam said turning on the
exhaust fan, "that's it's supper."
	"Gross, what is it?"  Ray said as he took his plate into the other
room.
	"Creamed hot dogs."
	"You've made that before and it never smelt like that dad."
	"Well, this is a different kind of cream.  You know all that cum I
had you do into plastic bags?"  Sam said.
	"Yes, you saved it?" Ray said almost choking, "You're feeding it to
him?  That's totally gross, cool.  But why did you save it?"
	Ray thought he saw his father blush, a first.
	Sam put his silverware down, took a sip of his wine and sat back in
his chair.
	"In case of accident."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Son, you know how dangerous some of the things we've done are.
The bander and other things could have castrated you or otherwise left you
impotent.  I didn't want you to lose the chance to have your own children.
So as long as you were my slave I saved up samples of your semen so you
would be able to have children."
	Ray stared at his father as he thought this through.  "Are you
saying I'm no longer your slave?"
	"Yes son."
	"Why?  I like being a slave."
	Sam got up and sat in the chair next to Ray, took his hand and
kissed him gently on the forehead.  "I know you do son, and you're one of
the best slaves I've ever had.  But all the men in our family have started
out as slaves and progressed to being masters.  The Charger name is
legendary in the sadomasochistic world for our talents.  It is time for you
to begin your training to continue our tradition."
	Sam noticed Ray was unconsciously rubbing his ass and smiled.
"That does not mean we will no longer have sex, that I will no longer spank
your cute little ass and balls.
	Ray smiled at his father, "good, I'm not ready to give all that up
Master, dad."
	"Neither am I son," Sam said and kissed the boy on his lips.  "Now
let's finish supper and get back to our guest."
	By the time Sam got back to his chair Ray was laughing
hysterically."

	Twenty minutes later they were back in their leathers and Ray
carried the dog dish into the dungeon.
	"We brought you supper boy.  After I lower you I'm going to take
the gag out and release your right hand so you can eat like a person and
not a dog.  Misbehave or scream and you'll lose that privilege.  What you
don't finish you'll have for breakfast.  Understand?"  Ray repeated the
speech his father had taught him upstairs.
	Hank nodded, the hunger in his belly overcoming the stench coming
from the plate.  He watched Ray place the bowl on the floor near his right
arm and then step behind him.  His knees buckled as he hit the ground.  He
gasped for air as the ball gag was removed, continuing to take deep breaths
as Ray unhooked the chain from the X-frame.  Ray patted Hank on the head.
"Good boy, now eat."
	Hank pulled the bowl closer, took a look and then put his hand in
it.  For a moment he thought the chunks of meat in the cream sauce were
pieces of shit but realized they were pieces of hot dogs after he touched
one.  He scooped up a handful and ate it.  It tasted funny but then he
wasn't sure what was real any more, if they were poisoning him he didn't
care.  He continued eating till the bowl was almost empty.
	"Water, please can I have some water?"
	"Finish your supper and then I'll put water in the bowl," Ray said.
	Hank licked the bowl as clean as he could and then lifted it toward
Ray.  Ray kept his word and put the bowl on the floor before Hank.
	"You do as you're told and you will be rewarded," Ray said.
	Hank quickly realized he couldn't pick up the bowl to drink so he
bent over it and lapped it up.  Halfway through he turned again to his
schoolmate.  "I'm sorry Ray, I shouldn't have forced you.  Please forgive
me and let me go."
	"I can't let you go boy.  We told your parents that you're staying
here till school on Monday.  Now do you think your masters are liars?"
	"No, I'll stay here, you can fuck my mouth and ass, just stop the
torture.  Please stop it," Hank was crying.
	Ray looked down at the mop of blond hair and felt nothing.  He knew
he should feel some sympathy, what Hank did to him wasn't all that bad.  He
had been forced a lot worse when he was a lot younger after all.  But he
was enjoying himself, learning to fill his role and that was all that
mattered.
	"Boy, we will fuck you when we want, we will do to you what we want
and there's not one damn thing you can do about it.  But I promise you
this, you will be in school Monday morning."
	"Ray," Hank started but the young teen slapped both sides of his
face.
	"My name is Sir and you will call my father Master."
	"Forgive me Sir, Master.  Let me go and I swear I won't tell
anybody what happened."
	Sam bent down and threw the rest of the water in Hank's face and
then grabbed a handful of hair.  "Can you hear me boy?"
	"Yes."
	Sam slapped him, "what was that?"
	"Yes Master."
	"I know you will never tell because I have video of you soliciting
and then raping my son."
	Hank's eyes darted to Ray who nodded and then back to Sam who
smiled and the life went out of Hank's eyes.
	"I am yours to command Master," Hank said listlessly.
	Ray chained Hank's right hand back onto the X-frame and pulled him
back off the floor before going back to the work bench.
	"For being a good boy I'm going to add a second pound to your balls
now," Ray said as he snapped it on.
	Hank's unmuzzled scream echoed around the room as the extra weight
began to take its toll.  Ray picked up the cane and wacked Hank's ass
twice.
	"I told you what will happen if you scream boy."  Two more wacks
slapped against bare skin.  "I'm going to keep caning you until you're
quiet."  Two more wacks.
	"Please sir, stop, I'll be good, I'll be quiet, just please stop
sir," Hank said through the tears.
	The sound of the swinging cane punctuated the air and Hank tensed.
Then silence.
	The next sound was the cane bouncing on the ground.  Ray walked
around and stroked Hank's cock.  "That's for following orders and saying it
properly," Ray said as he continued stroking the bound cock.  "Next we're
going to insert a vibrator into your fucking ass boy.  You want that, don't
you boy?"
	Ray felt his own cock straining against his shorts as the older boy
slowly nodded.
	As he waited Hank realized that in the moments between learning
about the tape and the caning he had accepted his new role.  That he had
known exactly what to say to get Sir to stop.  And he wanted the vibrator,
he wanted more weight on his balls if that's what Master and Sir wanted.
	Hank heard Ray walk up behind him, then a sudden emptiness in his
gut, an emptiness he hated.  Then in seconds the gap was filled, filled
with an even larger object than before.  He saw the younger boy who now
owned him step around with a cord in his hand.
	Ray raised it till he knew Hank could see it and flicked the switch
that activated the studded vibrator.
	"Oh yes Sir, that feels so good," Hank said.
	Ray flicked the switch to the next setting and Hank threw back his
head and sighed.  Ray turned to his father.
	Sam was smiling which further confused the young trainee.  "Dad, I
don't understand," he said softly.
	Quickly Sam's crop struck his son's left cheek.  "Don't whine."
	"I wasn't whining.  I didn't want him to hear me, why does he seem
happy?"
	Sam threw back his had and laughed.  This infuriated the boy even
more but he knew better than to strike back at his father.  He just stared
up at him, trying not to let his frustration show.
	"Sorry Ray, I thought you'd understand automatically.  You won,
you've cracked him.  Up to now we've been as bad as he was.  Now, now he
wants us to do whatever we want."
	"He likes the vibrator?"
	"When you pulled the butt plug out I saw the emptiness in his eyes,
an emptiness replaced by joy when you put the vibrator in.  Put another
pound on and he'll thank you.  Stick your cock down his throat and he'll
smile."
	Ray smiled and went to the bench and got a three pound weight.  In
a flash he removed the two one pounders and let the third one fall,
dragging Hank's balls even lower.
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said unprompted.
	"You are going to suck my cock boy."
	"Yes sir."
	Ray climbed onto a platform and straddled Hank's face.
	"Beg for it boy."
	"Sir, please I want to, need to suck your cock.  Drink your sperm.
Please Sir, I beg you."
	"Do you really want it?"
	Hank smiled, "yes Sir."
	Ray starts grinding his hips in Hank's face.  The new slave stuck
his tongue out and licked the leather shorts containing his prize.  Ray
removes his vest and runs it over Hank's face, he's really getting into it.
"Lick my sweat boy."
	Hank stretched his neck as far as he could and licked the inside of
the vest.  Sam was looking up, his own ten-inch monster in his hand and
hoping that the video cameras were getting the action.
	Finally Ray ripped the vest away and thrust his still leather clad
cock into Hank's face.  Hank started licking it and tried getting the snaps
with his teeth.
	"Not yet slave," Ray said as he slapped Hank's face.
	Instinctively Hank lowered his head.  "Sorry Sir."
	"Raise your head slave."
	Hank's eyes met Ray's.  Ray saw the need in Hank's eyes and smiled
as he slowly undid the three snaps.  He rubbed the tip of his cock over
Hank's lips.
	Hank hungrily licked his first cock.  Finally understanding what he
really wanted in sex.
	Ray took a step back and Hank leaned as far as the chains would let
him.
	"Now," Ray said and walked forward and stuck his hard four inches
as far into Hank's mouth as he could."
	For a second Hank gagged and Ray was afraid he'd be wearing his old
sperm but the first- time cocksucker pulled back an inch and quickly
recovered.  Ray ran his fingers through the golden hair and heard purring
noises from around his cock.
	"You know what to do."
	Hank began moving his head back and forth as much as he could.  Ray
wanted to make it last but lost control and started guiding Hank's head
faster and faster.
	"Oh yeah boy, you've got a hot mouth, suck my cock like your life
depends on it."
	Hank started running his tongue around Ray's cock as he bobbed his
head.  The free flowing precum flowed along his tongue and down his throat.
	"Get ready to taste your first load," Ray shouted and came into
Hank's willing mouth.  Cumming in hard fast shots that quickly filled and
overflowed the boy's mouth before he could start swallowing it.
	When he finally finished shooting Ray pulled out and wiped himself
clean on Hank's face before putting his cock away and putting the vest back
on.  He looked into Hank's pleading eyes and smiled.
	"Good slave," Ray said and dropped to the floor.  He walked over to
his father and kneeled in front of him.
	"Thank you master, for accepting me as your apprentice.  I hope I
have pleased you today."
	In rapid-fire succession the crop cracked down on his back three
times.
	"You have done well my son, you will make a fine master one day."
	"Thank you my master."
	"Now your new slave has had enough for one day.  It is time to let
him rest."
	"He has earned it," Ray said.
	"Where shall he sleep?"
	The thought of Hank sleeping on the floor at the foot of his bed
crossed his mind, but the boy hadn't earned that yet.  Nor could he be sure
Hank was truly broken and trustworthy.  He looked around the room and saw
the bull rider, quickly deciding Hank wasn't ready to spend the night on
it.  Beside it was the rack, he pointed and Sam nodded, then held up seven
fingers.
	Ray went to the bench and picked up a seven inch dildo and secured
it in the center of the rack.  He then examined the complete mechanism to
make sure it was working safely.
	The first thing his father had taught him was that bondage,
discipline and torture was serious business.  Done carelessly or, even
worse, deliberately wrong, could permanently injure or even kill the slave.
So make sure everything was properly clean and in good working order before
using it.
	When he was finished Sam came over and double-checked his work.
"Good boy, I know you've done this before but I wanted to make sure you
didn't get careless with all the excitement.  Now bring him over."
	Ray nodded and walked over.  He lowered the X-frame and released
Hank's ankles.
	"I am going to release your arms now.  If you can't stand then you
will fall till you can rise."
	"Yes Sir," Hank said.
	"You will walk over to Master.  You will be punished severely for
any misbehavior."
	"I will obey Sir."
	Ten seconds later Hank was free, and sprawled on the floor.  Ray
looked at his father who shook his head.
	"Move your legs and arms, that'll make the circulation come back
quicker.  Either that or start crawling," Ray said.
	It took five minutes but Hank slowly stood up.  Ray smiled, then
pointed.
	Hank walked over to Sam.  "Yes Master."
	"Take the vibrator out, and make it fast."
	Hank reached behind him and yanked the vibrating dildo out in one
quick motion.
	"Good boy, now climb up and sit on the dildo.  I want to see your
ass on the table."
	"Yes Master," Hank said and was proudly sitting inside of two
minutes.
	"Now lay down with your hands over your head.  Ray, you take the
feet."  It took five minutes to secure and double check the restraints.
	"Now Hank, this is called a rack.  Have you heard of this before?"
Sam asked.
	"Yes Master, you turn a wheel and it pulls the limbs."
	"Very good, now I will turn the wheel three times and that's how
you will spend the night.  Now do you want me to leave any lights on?"  Sam
said.
	"Yes please, it doesn't have to be much Master, but I get afraid if
it's pitch dark."
	Sam turned the wheel twice and turned away.  Ray silently followed
him.  After changing Sam turned all but one light switch off.
	"Is that enough Hank?"  Sam called.
	"Yes Master, thank you Master."
	"Let's go son," Sam said and led his smiling, proud son up the
steps.

	For the next two hours Sam and Ray critiqued the videotapes from
the dungeon while keeping one eye on Hank via the live monitor.  Hank had
actually fallen asleep quickly and was still except for his stiff,
imprisoned, twitching cock.
	"I can't believe he seems so content Dad," Ray said.
	"You were son."
	Ray shook his head.  "That's not fair though, my life compared to
his."
	"I wasn't thinking about that, I meant emotionally.  You both
needed the discipline that being a slave imposes.  The whorehouse imposed
an order on your life for four years, to have lost that overnight would
have been too much."
	Ray nodded.
	"Hank on the other hand has too much freedom.  His father told me
they've been leaving him home alone for weekends and even longer for four
years now.  I guarantee they don't give him any rules as long as he stays
out of trouble with the law and gets good grades."
	"You're right, he's bragged about that a couple of times."  Ray
leaned back and watched Hank sleeping.
	Sam put his arm around his son's bare shoulders and brought him
close.  Ray looked up and their lips met in a long passionate kiss.  Out of
habit Ray's hands found Sam's crotch.
	"Take it out and suck it trainee," Sam whispered hoarsely.
	Ray slipped of the couch and knelt between his father's knees.
Unzipping the fly he reached in and yanked the hardening man-sized rod out
through the opening as his other hand worked to finish undoing the pants.
Ray started licking the tip of the ten-inch tool with his tongue.  Round
and round the head it went until his lips were over the cock head and then
he gently closed his lips around it.
	As he started working on the first four inches he wondered if when
he was a full-fledged master in his own right if he would still suck his
master's cock.
	As he reached the seven inch mark he knew the answer was yes.
	As his nose inhaled the musk from his father and master's pubic
hair he couldn't imagine life without pleasing the man who had saved him.
	For his part Sam hoped he wouldn't lose his son as a lover.  He
knew that today marked a transition point in their relationship, but the
boy was too great a sex partner to lose.  After all, he had outbid three
other men for the right to take him home.
	Sam leaned back and let Ray do all the work, and Ray was a master
cock-sucker.  Four times he was on the edge of filling the boy's mouth only
to be stopped at the last possible moment.
	When Ray started up again after the fourth time Sam told him to
finish it.  Ray nodded his head, and slowed down.  His father might be
ready to shoot but he wanted to make it last some more.
	For another twenty minutes he slowly sucked the massive, throbbing
penis barely contained by his talented throat and mouth.  He sensed rather
than felt the sperm start to make their way from the huge hanging balls,
into the base of Sam's cock, up the long tube.
	"Oh fuck yes, yes, yes," Sam shouted and filled Ray's stomach with
a huge load of cum.
	After cleaning his father off and replacing the still large cock
inside Sam's pants Ray climbed up on the couch.
	"What about tomorrow?  Do you have to go to work?"  Ray said.
	"I'm afraid so, couple of big meetings with clients and all.  And
they do have to be face- to-face, video conferencing won't do.  But I'll go
down with you and check on him before I leave.  I'll put the stun collar on
him and you'll keep the control in your vest pocket at all times.  When you
release him hold it in your hand and stay a yard behind him.  Don't
hesitate to use it."
	"Won't that mark him though?"
	"Only if you have to use it a lot.  After the second time put him
back on the rack and tighten it five turns.  But I believe you won't need
it at all.  Finally, do not use the bander.  As soon as I get home we'll do
that.  Now upstairs and get ready for bed."
	"Can I watch TV?  It's not a school night."
	"Not too late, you have a big day tomorrow," Sam said.

	As Ray stripped and lay down on his bed he was positive he was so
wired it would take forever to fall asleep.
	Next thing he knew the sun was shining into his windows and his Dad
was shaking him awake.
	"Come on son, put your shorts on and let's check on Hank."
	"Shit, I was out of it, don't think I moved all night.  Just let me
take a piss."  Ray gave his father a kiss as he ran into his bathroom.
	They walked past the changing room ten minutes later and over to
where to the rack.  Hank's eyes opened as they approached.  Sam's black
leather shoes echoing on the hard floor.
	"Good morning boy.  Did you sleep well?" Sam said.
	Hank tried talking but his throat was so dry he had to resort to
nodding.
	"Good, Ray will get you something to drink in a little bit.  First,
Ray will you take all the tension off, one turn at a time."
	"Yes sir."  Ray remembering that his father had promised three
turns and had only done two.  So he only did two-thirds of a turn at a
time.  "Done sir."
	"Better?"
	Hank nodded.
	"Now lift your head so I can put this collar on.  Now you have to
understand boy that this is a punishment device.  I'm going to be leaving
you alone with Ray today.  You do anything bad and he'll push the switch.
Make him use it twice and you'll find yourself back on here with it turned
to max and the only positive of that is you might end up as tall as me."
	Hank shook his head and tried licking his lips as Sam slipped the
collar on.  "I'll be good Master," he croaked.
	"I'm sure you will be, and I'm sure your parents will be pleased
when I tell them what a good boy they have," Sam said and started cackling
as he walked away with Ray following him.
	His parents, Hank hadn't thought about them since the whole thing
started.  He closed his eyes and started crying.  He stopped, wondered if
he'd cried because of the disappointment they'd feel if they found about
his new life, or over having to go home at all.

	When he went down a half-hour later Ray placed two bowls on the
floor near the rack.  He showed Ray the collar's control.  "Can I trust
you?"
	Hank nodded.
	Ray thought he could trust him so he put the control in his vest.
He unhooked Hank's legs and quickly put each ankle in a cuff that was
attached to either end of a one foot chain.  After releasing Hank's hands
he helped him sit up before putting an identical set of cuffs on his hands.
	"Now I'm going to help you off the table.  You're going to fall
again like last night so that's why I left your breakfast bowls on the
floor.  Keep moving your legs as you eat and you'll be ready when you're
done."
	Hank lapped at the water bowl for a minute, then turned to Ray.
"Thank you Sir.  I promise I'll be a good boy."
	Ray smiled and patted Hank's head.  "I know you will."

	As he watched Hank eat, gobble the food and water was more like it,
Ray decided he was glad he stayed in his soccer shorts instead of changing
into his new leathers.  When Hank finished eating he carefully wiped his
face clean, then licked his fingers and after looking around for something
to dry them on just turned his face up at Ray and smiled expectantly.
	"Stand," Ray said.
	It took three tries but Hank stood at attention in front of the
trainee.  Silently Ray attached the three pound weight to the cock ring and
let it drop.  Hank gasped, his knees started buckling, but he quickly
recovered.
	Ray decided to work at his whipping so he had Hank walk over to
where a large hook hung from the ceiling.  He attached it to the handcuffs
and raised Hanks arms well over his head.  He picked up a cat-o-nine tails
and went to work on Hank's back.

	For the rest of the morning and afternoon Ray tried all the various
things he'd enjoyed being on the receiving end.  By four in the afternoon
Hank was up to six pounds hanging from his balls which were at least three
inches lower than when they'd started.  Twice Hank sucked Ray off.  Ray
worked on Hank's once, but the slave's nuts were so tied off it was
impossible for him to cum.

	At 4:30 Ray checked the time and turned to Hank.  "Master will be
home soon.  There's a shower in the changing room.  Would you like to smell
nice for him?"
	"And for you, boy smells like pig Sir."
	Ray pointed the way and Hank shuffled over.  Once there Ray
attached the cuffs to brackets on the wall.  Move your feet back as far you
can and spread them."
	When Ray was satisfied Ray picked up a rubber hose, pulled out the
dildo in Hank's ass and started shoving the hose up the boy's anus.  He
kept going until there was almost two-feet inside Hank.  He then attached
it a water spigot.
	"Hank, first part of getting clean is an enema.  I'm turning the
water on now and it will feed into that sexy ass of yours.  Tell me when
you can't take any more."
	"Yes sir," Hank said as Ray turned the knobs.
	From experience Ray knew it took about ten minutes to really be
full.  He watched the clock and was impressed when Hank went past ten,
twelve, all the way to sixteen minutes before gasping.  "Sir, please."
	Ray had intended to give the new slave an extra minute but quickly
turned the water off.
	"I'm going to pull the hose out now.  Keep your butt cheeks
clenched tight and don't let anything out.  Or we'll have to start all
over."
	"Yes Sir."
	Small drops kept seeping out but Ray decided not to be too hard on
the rookie.
	"Sir, I can't hold it much longer, please Sir," Hank said fifteen
minutes later.
	Ray bent down on Hank's left side and released that ankle, then
pointed to a toilet off of the shower.  "Hold it in till you're sitting and
then let it all out.  Get anything on the floor and you will pay for it."
	After releasing Hank's wrists he watched, with a combination of
pride and annoyance, Hank move quickly and get there in time.  Pride of a
master watching a slave perform well.  Annoyance, because he remembered the
first time he'd had to lick up his own shit from that very floor.
	"I'm done Sir," Hank said five minutes later.
	"Did you wipe your ass boy?"
	"Yes Sir."
	"Then get your clean ass in here so you can wash the rest of your
body."
	When Hank had returned Ray quickly reconnected the ankle to the
cuffs.
	Ray undid one of the handcuffs on Hank's wrists.  "The collar is
waterproof, and even more painful when wet.  Now take your shower."
	Watching Hank shower Ray hoped he wasn't making a mistake.  No, he
didn't think Hank would try to hurt him or escape.  But, could something
normal like showering bring back some of his independence?  For sure the
slave put on a hot show while showering.
	When Hank turned off the water Ray picked up a soft, large towel
and began drying the boy off.  "There are rewards for obedience as there
are punishments for disobedience Hank.  I hope to reward you more than
punish you," Ray said then brought Hank's mouth to his.  He thrust his
tongue into the slave's mouth and found it hot and welcoming.  He put his
hand's on Hank's back and felt the new welts rising from the previously
unblemished flesh.
	From the corner of his eye Ray saw his father with his fingers to
his mouth.  When their eyes met Sam pointed upstairs but then gave him a
take your time signal.  Ray returned a thumbs up.
	The kiss lasted another minute.  When they broke the two teenaged
boys looked into each others eyes and smiled at each other.
	Hank put his hands out in front of him.
	"Not yet, I've got to go get ready for supper, then I'll bring you
yours while Master gets ready.  Now walk to the back."  Along the back wall
there were a couple of cots and Ray told Hank to lay down on one.  He took
the empty manacle and attached it to a bar bolted into the wall.
	"Rest boy, there are more new treats for you later."
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said and watched the younger boy walk away.
	Ray switched the lights off right over Hank but left the rest of
them on.  He knew Hank needed his rest for later.

	Twenty minutes later Ray had showered, dressed and was sitting at
the kitchen table telling his father everything he'd done on his day off
from school while they ate a dinner of Baked Scrod Oreganato, with sauteed
broccoli and scalloped potatoes.
	"And how was your day father?" Ray asked when he was finished.
	"Got the contracts signed, and set some other deals in motion.
We'll be able to have that vacation you wanted without any problem."
	"Great," Ray hesitated, "how did I do?"
	"Honestly?"
	"Please Master."
	"Probably better than I would have.  I've never developed a boy
that young from scratch.  Your attitude probably made it a lot easier on
him.  Though I was a little nervous when I saw you kissing him with his
hands unchained."
	"I know I took a couple of chances today, but I always held onto
the collar's control and besides, you know, I just felt."
	Sam laughed gently at his son.  "Yeah, I know.  Now take him his
supper and then change.  I'll be down in a few minutes.

	Hank finished eating and cleaning himself as Sam and Ray entered
the chamber in their leathers.  He rose to his feet unsteadily and came as
close to attention as the restraints permitted him.
	"I hear you were a good little boy today," Sam said.
	"Thank you Master," Hank said.
	Sam nodded and pulled a metal tool from his vest pocket and showed
it Hank.  The large device looked like a special type of pliers.
	"This is an Elastrator or elastic castrator, it was invented by
ranchers to castrate bulls that wouldn't behave," Sam said.
	"I'll behave Master, I swear I'll behave."  There was fear and
pleading in Hank's eyes.
	Sam patted his cheeks.  "Don't worry, I don't want to castrate
you," Sam started to turn away and then looked back at Hank.  "Yet."
	With that Hank lost control and started pissing all over himself
and the floor.  His eyes darting between Sam, Ray and the mess he was
making as his bladder emptied.
	Ray threw a towel at Hank.  "Now clean up the floor and yourself,
and make it snappy boy."
	Hank felt relief and quickly dried himself and the floor.  He stood
holding the wet towel, not knowing what to do with it until Ray pointed out
a pail.
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said when he was back at attention.
	"Trainee, remove the weights."
	"Yes Master."
	Hank yelped when his stretched balls were suddenly free and were
bouncing against his groin.
	  Ray grabbed Hank's swinging balls and gently rubbed them with his
right hand.  He brought his left in front of Hank's eyes.  It held the
Elastrator, at the tip was a green rubber band.
	Ray stretched the band to its largest size and locked the tool.  He
let go of Hank's balls and put the band below them and raised it until it
was above them.  Ray released the lock and slowly closed the pliers till
the tips were a half-an-inch apart.
	"I'm ready to release it Master," Ray said.
	"Let me check it before you finish securing it," Sam said.
	"Yes master."  Ray knew his father was right.
	Sam examined it and nodded.  "Release it."
	Ray did and the band slipped into place with a slight pop.
	"No," Hank said and fell to his knees, his chained hands clutching
his crotch.  For a moment he was afraid he was going to pass out from the
pain.  Afraid of how his masters would react to this show of weakness.  He
put his hands on his knees and took deep breaths.  Finally he stood.
	"Now I want to see how you used the cat before," Sam said.
	"Yes Master.  Slave, that way, and no noise."
	Hank followed Ray's finger, surprised at how much the bander was
bothering him, Yet he was able to follow orders.  He found pride in
remembering the way back to where the hook hung waiting for him.  Lifting
his arms up he was able to hook the chain between his wrists by himself.
	Ray examined it and ran his nails down the still red back.
	"Very good slave, as a reward you get some extra time with the
cat."
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said, and found he meant it.  He'd both
pleased his master and was getting more of something that, incredibly, he
wanted.
	As he hung there, toes inches off the ground, he felt the cat's
nine tails snap against every inch of his back.  As much as it hurt he
tried not to make any sounds.  If for no other reason than the only thing
he wanted in his mouth was a cock.  Gradually the increasing pain in his
nuts drew his attention away from his back.
	Now even when Ray took a break to get some tips from the master he
whimpered from the pain that was building.
	"Shall we go up and get something to drink?" Sam said.
	"Sure Dad."  Ray said and they left Hank hanging there, his balls
turning a darker shade of blue all the time.

	Upstairs Ray sat at the table and slowly turned his glass of root
beer, only occasionally taking a sip.
	"The longer you take the longer he hangs there," Sam said.
	Ray shrugged.  "Dad, I've never had a virgin.. Can I fuck him
first?"
	Sam emptied his glass.  The norm was the master got the cherry, but
for some reason it seemed important to his son.  And for more than never
having had a virgin before.
	"OK son, this one time you can have the cherry.  Besides, you'll
loosen him up for me and I won't have to waste time with lube."
	Ray smiled, "thanks Dad, I love you.  Let's go."  Ray said.  He
gulped down the rest of his soda and headed to the steps.  By the time Sam
got to the changing room Ray had already changed back into his leathers.
	"You are excited," Sam said.
	Ray blushed, "I am, I know it's a little silly, but this whole
thing has been such a high and taking Hank's cherry is like the biggest
rush."
	Sam hugged his son.  "It may have been a long time, but I do
remember son."
	"Thanks Dad."
	"Now, do you want to loosen him up on the bull first or go straight
for the fuck?"
	"The bull, I've never seen anyone on it."
	"What?"
	"Dad, I've ridden it a million times but you've never been on it
and you never let me watch you and your friends."
	"Is this a week for firsts or what?  Come on, Hank's been hanging
around long enough," Sam said as he slipped into his vest.

	Sam held Hank steady as Ray lowered him to the floor and unhooked
the chain.  "Easy boy, I won't let you fall, just shake your legs."
	"Thank you Master," Hank rasped.
	"Ray, a cup of water."
	"Yes Master," Ray said and ran back to the changing room.
	Back on steady legs Hank gulped the first half of the cup and then
sipped the rest while his breathing returned to normal.  "Thank you Master.
Your slave thanks you."
	"As you have been told, behave and do as you are told and you will
be rewarded.  Disobey and the punishment will be severe.  No matter where
you are, no matter when it is, my son and I are always the masters of your
body and soul.  Do you understand."
	Hank knelt and bowed his head.  "Your slave knows his soul, body,
his very life is in your hands my masters."
	Ray looked at his father.  The only times he had ever said phrases
like that was when they were given to him.  Without turning from Hank Sam
just motioned him to relax, everything was fine.  Ray remained concerned,
but his faith in his father relaxed him.
	"Rise Hank, we have new treats for you tonight," Sam said.
	They made an odd procession on the way back to bucking bull.  The
young trainee, the new slave and the old master.  Though you wouldn't sit
for a week if you called Sam Charger an old anything.
	Hank stood at attention as Ray attached a dildo to the saddle that
was slightly smaller than his own cock.  Sam checked Hank's balls.  There
was still plenty of time before the bander absolutely had to be removed.
Left on too long the loss of blood caused permanent damage.
	Ray unhooked the chain from both ankle cuffs.  "Up you go boy.  You
know where to sit."
	"Yes Sir," Hank said with a smile.  Once on the saddle Ray hooked
each cuff to the bull and the chain between the cuffs to the saddle horn.
	"Set the timer for five minutes," Sam said after he checked
everything.
	It took about fifteen seconds for the bull to start bucking at full
speed.  Hank was glad that he was attached to the machine because he would
have flown off almost at once.  His primary concern though as the extreme
motion sickness he usually got on amusement park rides.  Even
merry-go-rounds upset his stomach.  But he couldn't throw up now, he
thought, his masters would be upset.  Plus he knew he'd have to lick it up.
	"Dad, how did he know to say that?" Ray said as they watched.
	"There are lots of regular books and movies where main characters
pledge their loyalty and lives to their kings, or somebody like that.  The
brain, being the tricky devil that it is released exactly the right memory
at exactly the right moment."
	"Made me feel weird," Ray said as the one minute left bell sounded.
	When the bull stopped moving Hank lowered his head and took long,
deep breaths.
	"Motion sickness, never put him on it right after he eats," Sam
whispered to Ray.
	Ray nodded and released the boy.  "Your stomach OK?"
	Hank nodded, still breathing deeply.  "I didn't want to disappoint
you Sir."
	"We're coming to the good part now."
	"I'm going to suck you Sir?" Hank said smiling.
	"Better," Ray said.
	"You're going to fuck me?"
	"Better, first I'm going to fuck you then your master is going to
fuck you."
	Hank smile got bigger and he got off the bull.
	"Just head back to the rack, I don't think I have to chain your
legs right now." Ray said and wrapped his hand around the collar control in
his vest pocket.
	When they reached the rack Ray removed the dildo from the night
before and threw it with the rest of the equipment to be cleaned.  By the
time he returned Hank was already on the rack with his hands and ankles
tied to the head of the table so his pink, virgin ass was sticking up in
the air.
	Ray climbed onto the table, took a condom from his father and put
it on.  "You see boy, safety first.  You never let anybody fuck you without
a condom, and you never fuck anybody without one.  You do and it's the last
time you will ever shoot."
	"I understand Sir," Hank said.
	Ray stood behind Hank and aimed his hard boy-tool at Hank's virgin
hole.  The knowledge that his cock was going where no man had gone before
made him hotter than he'd ever been.
	He carefully aimed and lowered his leaking rod to and into the
entrance.  The various dildos and butt plugs had done there jobs and he
slipped right in until he made contact with Hank's sphincter.
	"Push out like you're taking a shit," Ray said.
	Hank nodded, took a deep breath and pushed gently and Ray slipped
the rest of his four inches into Hank's anus.
	Shaven groin met shaven ass and the two boys smiled at each other.
Ray held his position for a couple of minutes and then started slowly
stroking his already throbbing cock in and out of Hank's tight ass.
	"Oh yeah boy, you've got one hot ass and it is driving me crazy,"
Ray said.
	Slowly he picked up speed, wanting it to last but knowing it
wouldn't, couldn't.  Grabbing both ankles he started pounding Hank's ass in
harder, shorter and faster strokes.
	  "Oh shit, oh fuck I'm going to fill your ass with my seed."
	"Yeah, pound your slave's ass Sir.  Fuck me hard," Hank moaned.
	"You got it slave boy," Ray said and pounded even harder.  "I'm
going to fill your ass now," Ray screamed and shot his load.
	Four, five shots of boy juice erupted from Ray's loins and into his
condom.  When he finally finished shooting he leaned forward and kissed
Hank hard.  Only when the kiss ended did he pull out.  Then he carefully
slipped the rubber off and emptied it all over Hank's sweaty chest.
	"Now my slave, it is time for the master to fuck your gorgeous
ass," Ray said and slipped off the table.
	Father handed son his shorts.  "Was it good?"
	"Find out for yourself Dad," Ray said and winked.
	Sam climbed up behind Hank and smiled at the bound boy.  Hank's
sweat stained skin stretched tight against his muscled frames.
	"What do you see slave?"
	"The biggest cock I've ever seen Master?"
	"Damn fucking right boy, that's ten-inches of rock hard, latex
covered man meat.  Almost a foot of steel ready to plow up your pretty
butt.  And I don't give a flaming fuck if you're ready or not."
	With that Sam spread Hank's cheeks and drove all ten inches into
Hank's bung in one fast drive."
	"Oh shit," Hank screamed.
	"Oh yeah boy, you've got one hot ass.  My boy may have been your
first fuck but you are going to remember this."
	Tears of pain streamed down Hank's face and he knew his ass was
torn and bleeding.  There was only one thing he could think to say to his
master.
	"Fuck your slave Master, do to me as you will."
	Ray's jaw dropped as Sam smiled and started slowly stroking his
massive tool in and out of the fifteen-year-old's ravaged ass.  In and out
he drove his cock while Hank moaned from pain and ecstasy.  Sam watched
Hank's cock twitch and spasm, struggling to do the impossible, and shoot a
load.
	Picking up his speed he checked the slave's balls, it was just
about time to remove the band constraining Hank's ball.  Sam also knew
there was a limit as to how long Hank could take his cock the first time.
	"Ray, get the knife ready," he called.
	Ray picked up a small knife and straddled Hank's heaving chest.
Carefully he slipped the knife under the bander.  "Ready Dad."
	"Hold on son," Sam said and started his final assault.  "Oh shit,
Hank I'm going to fill your ass now," Sam screamed.
	Ray cut the band and slid off.  The blood rushed back into Hank's
tortured balls.
	"Oh hell," Sam screamed.
	"Fuck!" Hank screamed even louder.
	Ray just watched the two shaking men on the rack.  Suddenly there
was a loud snap and Hank's left foot came flying forward.
	"Dad, his leg's free."
	Sam looked up just in time and snapped his right arm up and grabbed
Hank's ankle an inch from his face.
	Hank's face turned pale and started shaking as Sam pulled out and
laid the leg on the rack.  Sam saw the fear and slowly leaned forward, a
smile crossing his face.
	"I'm sorry Master," Hank mumbled.
	Sam, kept lowering his face until they were eye-to-eye.  Hank was
crying Sam saw and his smile got wider.  The boy was theirs no matter what.
	He leaned closer, and kissed Hank hard on the lips, forcing his
tongue down the boy's throat.  As they kissed Ray walked over and released
Hank's other leg and gently lowered it.
	"Hank, did you break the strap on purpose?" Sam said softly.
	Hank shook his head violently, too scared to speak.
	"If it was an accident is there any reason for me to punish you?"
	"I broke the table."
	"We will only punish you for something you meant to do.  Like
disobeying orders or striking back.  These things will happen.  Now you are
one great fuck and for that we will not tighten the wheel when it's
bedtime."
	"Thank you Master," Hank said and sank back on the table.
	Sam climbed off and took the cold can of beer Ray held out to him.
"Thanks son.  Anything else you want to do tonight."
	"Has he earned the right to cum?"
	"Earned it, yes.  But look at his balls, they're still dark blue
from the bander.  Tomorrow morning will be better.  Some time on the
milking machine or did you have something else in mind?
	"Both," Ray said.
	"That's my boy.  Now tie the slave up for the night, I'll wait for
you in the kitchen."

	"Do you want anything to drink before I strap you in for the
night?"  Ray said.
	"Yes please, some water."
	Ray came back with a full glass.  "Put your legs on the table."
	Ray put the glass on a shelf and tied Hank's legs before releasing
his hands and helping him sit up.  Once Hank was stable he handed him the
cup.
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said and returned the empty cup.
	"Hank," Ray said.
	"Sir, please don't say you're sorry."
	Ray shook his head, "I won't, it would be a lie anyway.  No what I
want to say is that you've been a better slave then I ever hoped.  Even
Dad's pleased."
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said and laid down on the rack, extending his
arms over his head.
	Quietly Ray fastened and double checked the bands.  He walked back
to Hank's head and gave the boy a quick kiss on the forehead.  "Sleep well,
you've earned it."

	In the kitchen Ray looked up at the man with many roles in his
young life.  There were times like now when he didn't know which of them
was dominant.  The role of father was always there, no matter what they
were doing.  Just as there was no way Ray could look at him as a customer,
or even as his owner again.
	"Strip," Sam said.
	Ray started by rubbing his exposed belly as he gyrated his hips.
First he pulled off the ripped gym shirt and then slowly started lowering
his soccer shorts.  He saw his father's excitement building.
	Fully naked he spun around his father, rigid boy-cock pointing the
way.  Suddenly and effortlessly Sam picked his son up and threw him over
his shoulder.  Ray lay there as his father carried him up the stairs and
into the master bedroom.
	Sam stepped to the foot of the king sized bed then flipped Ray so
he spun in the air and landed on his back with his head on the pillow.  For
the next few minutes the son watched the father do a slow strip of his own.
When nude Sam crawled up the bed and took his young lover in his arms.
Their lips, tongues, bodies met in a hot, soulful kiss that reminded both
of them the other was his first true love.
	"Fuck me Daddy," Ray said finally.
	"Oh yeah sonny boy, Daddy wants to fuck that cute ass of yours real
good."  Sam leaned over and grabbed a condom out of the night table and
quickly slipped it on his hard cock.
	Ray raised his legs over his head exposing his well used rosebud.
He wasn't as loose as he was back in his whore days but it still took
someone as big as Sam to fill him, make him feel good inside.
	Sam looked down at the winking opening, grateful that Ray liked it
the way he did, dry.  With one hand he guided his cock to the opening and
slowly entered boy cunt heaven.  Hank, basically still a virgin, had been a
nice tight fit.  But he'd never met any man who knew how to work his ass
like Ray did.  If he wanted Ray could work his ass muscles and get him to
shoot at whatever speed Ray felt like.
	But tonight Sam wanted a long slow fuck as he slipped past Ray's
sphincter and felt crotch meet ass.
	After twenty minutes of Sam's large, throbbing rod rubbing his
prostate Ray shot his load all over his chest and face.  Sam kept going
until Ray's breath evened out.  Without pulling out he flipped the boy into
doggie position and started picking up speed.  At first he switched to
shorter, faster strokes and then lengthened them again.
	Suddenly Ray twitched his ass muscles and Sam shot his load, he
stopped counting after six volleys into his rubber.
	Sam pulled out and rolled over onto the bed pulling Ray next to his
sweaty chest.  "I love you Ray."
	"I love you Dad."

	Sam picked his head up and saw it was almost 10:30.  Seeing Ray
still sleeping he was about to put his head down when he remembered Hank.
That Hank had been hooked to the rack for at least twelve hours.  He turned
over and picked up the remote control.  In minutes he was looking at a
split screen of the area where the rack was.  On the left was an infrared
picture of the boy.  Hank's ass was still showing red from the rough
fucking he'd gotten.  Of more concern to Sam was the hot spots around the
bonds and around the boy's shoulders.  The right side was a normal picture
and Hank was definitely uncomfortable.  Maybe the red zone around his ass
was his efforts not to shit himself rather than the aftermath of the nights
activities.
	"Ray, get up," Sam shouted shoving the boy.
	"Too early."
	"Now, you've got to release Hank before he injures himself."
	"Oh shit," Ray said and jumped out of bed and headed for the door.
	Sam smiled at the sight of his son's ass.  "Ray, bathroom, clean
your ass out and get some shorts on first."
	Ray reached his left hand behind and took a wipe at his crack.  "I
was hoping for another one this morning."
	"Clean him up and bring him up to the kitchen.  Wrist and ankle
restraints and a leash," Sam said to a departing back.

	"Bathroom, please," were Hank's first words at seeing Ray.
	Ray released the bonds and helped Hank to his feet.  "Can you walk
on your own?"
	"No, Sir.  Please help me Sir."
	"Fine, here let me put your arm around my shoulder and let's go.
But you better hold it in or you'll be licking it up till the floor's
spotless."
	Ray waited until after the slave showered before attaching the
restraints and leash.
	"Where are we going Sir?"
	"Upstairs for breakfast.  Be careful on the stairs.  Put one foot
on the next step and put the other one next to it.  Try climbing them
normally and you'll end up falling."
	When the two teens reached the kitchen they saw the table had been
set for three.  One of the chairs however was metal and had bars along both
sides.
	Sam pointed at it.  "That's your chair slave.  Are you left or
right-handed?"
	"Right Master."
	"Don't be ashamed boy, most of the lower classes are right-handed.
After you sit down Ray will unchain your right hand and snap that cuff on
the right bar.  It will hold you in place but leave you free to eat
easily."
	"Thank you Master."
	"You've earned the privilege, but it is one that can be taken away
as well."
	"Yes Master," Hank said as he sat.  A rarely felt pride swept
through him.  No matter how well he'd done, or how hard he'd tried, his
parents and most of his teachers and friends, just seemed to take him for
granted.  It didn't even occur to him that forty-eight hours earlier his
current situation would have left him horrified.
	Hank tried remembering all the posture and etiquette lessons that
both grandmothers pounded into him, and he ignored when not in their
bribing sight.  He sat up straight and carefully cut his omelette, leaning
over the plate so not to spill anything.  Hank felt a need to impress, to
make these two men proud of him.
	Sam and Ray talked to each other about Ray's week in school.  Ray
knew better than to try and get along with one word answers to his father's
questions.  Dad demanded a full accounting every Saturday at breakfast.
Hank listened intently, and a little bit in awe, to the exchange.  A little
pride when Ray reported that his math quiz marks were improving.  Surprised
when he was required to go through the same routine.
	"Very good boy.  You're learning fast what I expect"
	Hank smiled at the praise, which Sam noticed.
	"You've got a good strong body obviously, but you've kept it hidden
under way too many clothes.  Especially those awful baggy jeans."
	Hank hung his head.
	"I know boy, you were just trying to be fashionable, fit in.  Thing
is your body hasn't gotten enough sun.  Today we're going to take care of
that."
	"How Master?" Hank asked timidly.
	"Well, we've got a little work to do downstairs, work I think
you'll enjoy.  Then you and Ray will spend the afternoon sunbathing in the
nude out back."
	"Cool," Ray said.
	Hank nodded.
	Sam put what looked like a miniature version of the collar Hank was
wearing on the table.  "Obviously you can't wear your collar outside, or
any of the usual restraints if we want you to get an even all over tan.
This is a miniature version of your collar, it fits around your cock.  It
is activated by either a control like the one Ray's been carrying, or if
you get more than fifty feet from the back door.  If activated the pain
will be worse than anything you've experienced so far.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes Master, I understand and obey," Hank said lowering his head.
	"Good boy, now while you wash and dry the dishes under Ray's
supervision I've got two phone calls to make.  Ray when he's finished let
me know and then take him back down."
	"Yes father."

	By the time Sam got downstairs Ray had Hank strapped into a chair
facing a machine with various tubes coming out of it.
	"You ready Ray?" Sam said.
	Ray nodded and licked his lips.  Sam checked the machine and
nodded.
	Ray bent and sucked in a cock that had been restrained since late
Thursday afternoon.
	"Oh yeah," Hank moaned, the pleasure overwhelming the pain his
sensitive cock was enduring.
	Ray reached up and with a flick of his fingers undid the lock
holding the cock ring in place.  He knew it wouldn't take Hank long.  It
took seconds, just enough time for his cock to tell his brain to tell his
balls that they were free to empty his load into the willing mouth at his
feet.
	"Yes, oh fuck yes," Hank shouted as days of pent up cum shot down
Ray's talented mouth.  A mouth that swallowed every drop.
	Ray finally pulled off and nodded at his father who swiftly put one
of the tubes on Ray's cock.  The slave still hadn't come down from his high
when the milking machine started working on the still hard organ.
	"No Ray, not yet," Hank said.
	Ray slapped him.  "What did you call me boy?"
	Hank shook his head and stared first at Ray and then at Sam.  "I'm
sorry Sir, please forgive me."
	Ray shook his head.  "For calling me by my name and for trying to
tell me what to do you will get an extra hour on the milking machine and
twenty lashes with the cane tonight."
	Hank looked pleadingly at Sam.
	"Say a word and it will be thirty," Ray said.
	Sam checked the milking machine and cinched the strap around Hank's
chest two more notches.  "Come on Ray, we've got to get the house ready for
company tonight."
	Hank forced himself not to call out to the two as they turned the
corner.  Tears mingling with the erotic sensation, a combination that
quickly brought on a second large eruption.  When he caught his breath Hank
wondered how long he was going to be milked, not that he'd earned an extra
hour.

	Once upstairs Ray put his hand on his father's arm.
	"I'm proud of you son.  You reacted swiftly and decisively to his
misbehavior."
	"But."
	"And you can be a generous master and cut either or both
punishments short."
	Ray walked over to the window and looked out.  Sam watched in
silence for a few minutes before walking over and putting his arms around
his son.  He heard Ray trying to stop sniffling and turned the boy around.
	"Are you scared of hurting Hank?"
	"Not really, yes.  What frightened me was how easily and quickly I
said it.  Like I was really willing to hurt him, a forever hurt," Ray said.
"Am I still worthy of being your apprentice Dad?"
	"Of course, of course," Sam kissed Ray on his forehead.  "You just
taught yourself one of the most important lessons."
	"I don't understand."
	"Who's hooked up to the milking machine downstairs?"
	"Hank," Ray said.
	"That's right, it's Hank.  Not a slave you can do anything to and
not care, but someone who is depending on you to treat him right.  To know
when he can take ten lashes and when he can take twenty.  To know when
enough is enough and when the slave needs to be held and told he's loved."
	"Loved?"
	"Yes loved, this isn't an S&M game we're playing here.  You're
developing a relationship with Hank.  Do you think you'd care about what
you promised him if you didn't love him?"
	Ray buried his face into his father's chest.  Effortlessly Sam
picked him up and carried him into the living room and sat on the couch.
Ray leaned up and kissed his father's cheek.
	"I guess I've got as much to learn about being a good master as
Hank does about being a good slave."
	"More, because you're the one in charge.  You all right now?"
	Ray nodded.  "Are we really having company tonight?"
 	"Morgan's coming over with his new boy."
  	"Captain Morgan's coming here?  On a Saturday night?"
	"Yeah, he recently sold off two of his boys and bought this one as
a replacement.  Your age and looks younger, but has six inches already.  I
think he wants to keep the kid for himself."
   	"He's bringing the boy here?"
	"Yes."
	"Cool, hey how long has it been?"
	"Hour and a half, that enough?"
	"Maybe, but we should go down and check."
	"Good answer," Sam said and tickled his son's pits.
	"Uncle, uncle," Ray spat out between giggles.

	Sam and Ray arrived in time to see Hank have a long but dry orgasm.
	"Is that the best you can do boy?" Sam snapped.  "Ray, get my crop.
	"Sorry Master, but you can see how full I've gotten the jar."
	Sam looked and it was about half full.  He was shocked since that
didn't include the load in Ray's stomach.
	"Well boy, that's a good effort but I think you've got one more
load in you but I guess I've got to encourage your balls to give it up."
	"Here Master," Ray said.
	With a flick of his wrist Sam brought the crop down on the top of
the base of Hank's cock.
	"Ouch," Hank yelped.
	The second flick brought the crop right across Hank's balls.  Hank
responded with a soundless scream.  Tears falling he shook his head, his
mouth moving in silent pleading.
	"You going to cum again boy?" Sam said.
	"Yes Master," Hank managed to say.
	Another crack on the balls.
	"Good, and make it fast if you want time outside."
	Hank's head snapped up and his eyes went wide.  If he was a good
boy and shot one more load he'd still get to go outside.  He dragged his
mind away from the pain and towards willing his body do whatever was
necessary.
	Fifteen minutes later Hank howled as his raw cock twitched and shot
out two short strings of boy juice.
	"Take it down half," Sam called to Hank.  "It'll be off in a couple
minutes, we've got to slow it in stages.  I'm proud of you boy, you took
your punishment well."
	Hank smiled, "thank you Master.  Sir?"
	"Yes," Ray said as he turned the machine down another notch.
	"Please forgive me for before, I'm sorry, I'll never do it again."
	Ray resisted the urge to go over and kiss the boy.  Instead he
waited until he'd shut the milking machine off to speak.
	"I know you're sorry boy, and I'll think about the rest of your
punishment while we're outside."
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said.  They really were going to let him go
outside.
	"Ray, set the collar control on one," Sam said.
	"Done."
	"Now Hank, this is the lowest setting.  Hit the button for five
seconds."
	Ray did and Hank's head shook in a jerky circle.  It took a minute
for his eyes to focus.
	Sam removed the collar from around Hank's neck and showed him the
small one.
	"Ray set the control for six."
	"Done."
	"Can you imagine what six will do to your cock and balls?  At the
least you'll piss and shit yourself.  At worst you will never, ever have
another orgasm.  And if you go over fifty feet from the door it won't go
off if you come closer.  It has to be turned off.  Do you understand Hank?"
	"Yes Master," Hank said as he rapidly nodded.
	"Good boy," Sam said patting Hank's head.
	Sam carefully attached the ring behind the balls where no one could
see it, and not interfere with the perfect, lineless tan he wanted the boy
to have.  Once it was in place Sam took the rest of the restraints off and
released Hank from the chair.
	Ray helped Hank to his feet.  "Do you have to go to the bathroom
before we go outside?"
	Hank nodded, and something to drink please Sir."
	"I'll make lunch and bring it out to you.  Regular or diet soda
Hank?"
	"As you wish master," came the automatic response.
	Sam smiled and ruffled Hank's unruly blond hair, "I choose to hear
your answer."
	Hank stood a little straighter.  "Regular please, Master."

	Once outside the backdoor Ray led Hank to the pool area.  A wall of
ten foot high hedges protected the backyard from prying eyes, but laid out
perfectly to catch the afternoon sun.
	"Sit on the mat and I'll put sun tan lotion on you, we don't want
certain areas getting burnt do we?" Ray said as he put a handful of lotion
on Hank's crotch and slowly stroked it.
	"No Sir," Hank said and smiled.  His whole body ached and the cool
suntan lotion felt good.  As Ray smoothed the lotion all over his back and
into his crack he thought back to everything that had happened since he'd
entered the house, what was it, two days ago.
	Ray moved to his front and Hank sighed.
	"What you thinking boy?" Ray said.
	"How happy I am Sir.  I know that sounds strange."
	Ray kissed him quickly.  "To anybody else it probably would, but I
know what you mean, and I'm glad.  You may be our slave but we want you to
be a happy slave.  Now put the lotion on me."  Ray handed Hank the bottle
and lay down on his stomach.
	Ray trusted the older boy, knew in his heart that he was broken and
would, could never turn on him.  He held the control in his left fist.
	As Hank gently rubbed the lotion on his back Ray forced himself to
enjoy the moment.  Until the day his father had brought him here his sole
reason for being alive was to be some man's sex toy.  It had taken him
months to finally accept that Sam wanted him to be more than that.  That
for some reason, a reason he still didn't understand, Sam had and did care
for him.
	Hank gently turned him over and started kneading the lotion into
his chest.
	"You have been on my side Sir?"
	"Yes boy, for many years, even before my father adopted me.  Like
you I found pleasure and happiness in being a slave.  Now, as you are
learning to be a slave I am learning to be the master."
	"You are a good and kind one Sir," Hank said.
	"And you are a better slave than I ever hoped for boy.  Now suck
me, but I don't want to cum."
	Hank quickly swallowed Ray's cock and started working on it as if
it was covered with whip cream, not suntan lotion.
	"Oh shit boy, you've got a hot mouth today," Ray said as he ran his
fingers through Hank's hair.
	Ray leaned back and enjoyed the sensations running from his cock
head up his cock, through his balls and to his groin.  His mind on what to
do if Hank didn't stop on time.
	But Hank did, twice in fact.  After which the two boys lay on their
pads by the pool talking about school and how Hank's father was using his
contacts to get him a Play Station 2 from Japan along with all the games.

	Sam came out several hours later and had both boys stand.  "Much
better slave, you look much healthier.
	"Thank you Master," Hank hesitated.  "I have a question Master."
	"Ask, I'll decide if I'll answer."
	"Thank you Master.  When I go to school and take gym.  I have to
change and I don't know how to explain being hairless and the marks I feel
on my back."
	"How do you do it son?"
	"It's different Dad, I started school this way, and just told
everyone that I didn't want to talk about my past.  I've just kept to that.
I think it cost me some potential friends but that's part of the life we
lead Hank."
	"But Thursday I had pubic hair and a smooth back."
	"You have two choices, and this goes for your parents too.  First
is you tell them it's none of their fucking business.  Secondly, and in the
long run this will be easier, that you and your boyfriend were playing
games all weekend."
	They stood silently for a few minutes as Hank thought.
	"You are right as always Master, the second option is better,
especially since it is the true one."
	Ray started to slap Hank.
	"Even though I know you are my master Sir and not my boyfriend."
	Instead of a slap Ray caressed Hank's cheek.
	"Now it's time to get ready for supper.  Hank there will be guests
arriving at six sharp..  You will help serving dinner and whatever else
comes up.  The man is one of the premier masters on the east coast and he's
bringing a brand new boy with him tonight," Sam said.
	"Yes Master, I have helped my mother with dinner parties."
	"Good boy, now it's time for an enema and a shower," Sam said.

	The doorbell rang as the living room clock rang six.  Sam and Ray
were dressed in black slacks and dress shirts with the top two buttons
undone and loafers.  Since Sam's basic rule was the kitchen was too
dangerous a place for nudity Ray gave Hank a pair of his soccer shorts and
a tank top.  Both too small for the slave but he squeezed in and looked
sexy as hell.  Sam had left the restraint collar around Hank's cock and put
a dog collar around his neck instead.
	Hank opened the door and looked up at a tall, slim but muscled
white man in his early forties.  Behind him stood a young boy in a Russian
Army camouflage uniform.
	"Captain Morgan, my master bids you welcome.  Please follow me into
the living room where he and his son await."
	"Thank you boy, come Egor."

	After Hank passed around drinks to Sam, Ray and their guest he
stood by the bar.
	"So you just arrived back from Moscow Morgan?" Sam said.
	"Yes, a dreadful flight made bearable only by Egor here."
	"The new source was as promised then?"
	"Yes, well you know I sold two of my boys and decided this was the
perfect opportunity to check.  This place is a find.  Believe it or not
it's an orphanage run by the Russian Army where they train boys to be sex
toys and sell them to westerners for hard currency.  I ended up buying
three, once I decided I had to have this one for myself.  And he's never
been fucked by a man.  Only butt plugs and little boys have used a quite
delectable ass.  Egor, strip," Captain Morgan said.
	The boy rose from his master's feet and quickly stripped revealing
a hairless body except for a full head of brown hair and a nicely trimmed
patch right over his balls.
	"Let Mr. Charger see you closer boy."
	Hank looked as the boy approached and felt a lust in his loins.  He
let his eyes wonder all over the boy's body, until they reached a hard,
uncut six inches of boy meat pointing right at him.
	"Hank, strip," Sam said.
	In seconds Hank was showing off his naked, hairless body.
	"How long have you been training the boy?" Morgan asked.
	"Since Thursday night and he's come a long way in a short time."
	"Is he going to be your entry in this years contest?"
	Sam shook his head and laughed.  "He's too young my friend,
besides, Ray did most of the actual work."
	"Really Ray?  You're moving up from slave to master?"
	"Yes Captain, but father is guiding me every step of the way, but
neither one of us is ready for the contest."
	"If I could bear the thought of leaving Egor behind I would have
you train him for me.  But strangely I've become fond of this one."
	Ray blushed, "thank you Captain."
	"Captain, have you noticed that Hank and Egor have erections?" Sam
said.
	"What do you expect from boys?  They don't even think with their
cocks, they just react.  Maybe we should do something about it."
	"I was thinking about a contest.  They sixty-nine and the one who
shoots first loses."
	Morgan nodded and pointed to the floor between the couches.  Sam
flicked his wrist and Hank joined the Russian on the plush carpet.
	  Hank looked down into Egor's eyes and smiled.  Wordlessly they
knelt on the carpet and assumed the position.  Each boy cradled the other's
ass in his soft hand and drew the hard cock into their mouths.
	Though both boys knew that the loser would face some punishment
there was no rush to get the other one off.  Silently they knew a rush to
conclusion would displease their masters as much as losing the contest
would.
	Ray's eyes kept flicking back between the hot scene on the floor
and the two men.  His cock strained against his pants but he refused to
fondle himself until both of them were.  It was killing him but he made it
through the first fifteen minutes until both masters started.
	At about the same time both boys started speeding up their head
motions, pulling the other boy deeper and deeper down their gullets.
	Ray noticed Hank's balls beginning to withdraw and was pissed until
he saw Egor's were also tight to his groin.
	Something like "oh shit" erupted from Hank's stuffed mouth and what
sounded like the Russian equivalent emerged from Egor's.  With that both
boys pulled out and simultaneously shot their loads over the others face.
	"I guess we don't have a winner Sam," Morgan said.
	"I guess that means we have two losers, and we know what happens to
losers."
	"Anything in mind?"
	"If you would bring your boy downstairs I will show you.  Hank,
come boy and don't think about wiping that cum from your face."
	"Yes Master," Hank said and lowered his arm.  Master had waited
long enough for him to get it out of his eyes and nose.  Anything else was
deserved.  He wondered what kind of punishment Master had planned.
	As he started down the stairs he realized that was the wrong way
for him to think.  It didn't matter what kind of punishment he received.
What was important was that he took it like a good slave and did his master
proud.
	"Ray cuff both of them," Sam said when they entered the dungeon.
	Egor turned to Morgan who slapped him across the face.  The Russian
nodded and put his hands out.
	"Attach them to the hooks," Sam said.
	"Hank you know what to do, come with me Egor," Ray said.
	Hank walked over to the chains and hooked himself in while Ray set
Egor up right next to Hank.  "Ready father."
	Sam handed Ray a slightly damp metal ball and handed a second one
to Morgan.  Ray placed the ball around Hank's balls and sealed it
carefully.  He double-checked his work before stepping back for Sam to
check.
	Sam nodded at Ray and turned to Morgan who nodded back.
	"Slaves, you failed your masters.  For that you must be punished."
	Ray and Morgan both took hold of a cord hanging from the ball and
flipped a switch activating tiny electrodes.  Instantly both boys screamed
and started to shake, only the chains kept them for falling.
	"This is too fucking much," Morgan said.  "He is so hot."
	"Take him if you want," Sam said.
	Morgan started stripping and Ray touched his father's sleeve.
	"Wait, let Morgan take Egor first."
	Ray nodded, knowing that it wasn't going to be much of a wait.  The
Captain's reputation for kindness to his slaves was justified, but he also
felt fast and hard was the best way to take a cherry.
	A naked Morgan walked in front of his boy and with one hand stroked
Egor's twitching cock and with the other brought the boy's mouth to his and
shoved his tongue deep inside the boy.
	"I'm going to take you now. An act of love that will bind you to me
forever."
	"Yes Master," Egor said in a noticeable but not impenetrable
Russian accent..
	Morgan walked behind Egor, aimed his cock at the tender opening and
made contact, slowly penetrating the outer circle.
	"Oh yes," moaned Egor right before it turned into a long scream as
Morgan pushed in through the sphincter's resistance, past the prostate
until his pubic hair mashed against Egor's pink ass.
	"Oh fucking shit yes," Morgan howled as Egor tried to hold back the
tears.
	The teachers at the orphanage had warned him it would hurt the
first time a man took him but he hadn't imagined feeling like his insides
had been ripped apart.  But as his master started stroking long steady
strokes the pain quickly disappeared and pleasure took its place.

	Sam touched Ray's shoulder, "Hard and fast, and as soon as you're
all the way in turn off the power."
	"Yes master," Ray said as his hands flew to his shirt buttons.
	As soon as he was naked, he put the condom on, strode behind Hank
and entered him.  Entering Hank wasn't as hard on Hank but a scream still
flew out as he felt the smaller boy's crotch on his ass.  Ray hesitated a
second before switching off the power.  Orders were orders.
	He started fucking Hank at a slow pace until he felt hands on his
ass.  He held his ground, knowing what was coming next.  Slowly he felt Sam
enter him.  Sam's ten hard inches slowly filling his insides and he felt
fulfilled as well as filled.
	Sam's arms went around Ray and took hold of Hank's sides.  Ray let
his father control the fucking and just swam in the feelings.  Turning his
head Ray could watch Egor's first time as his father took care of the
fucking.  It was like his cock was just an extension of his father's,
moving in unison to some unknown rhythm.  Sounds of lust and lovemaking
coming from all five males.
	As Sam sped up so did Ray and Morgan, all seeming to follow the
same path, a path designed by Sam.  Ray felt good but strange at the duel
sensations and the feelings he was having for the one fucking him as well
as the one he was fucking.
	Egor was just reveling in the pleasure his master was giving him.
The boy cocks and toys they had given him at the orphanage were nothing
compared to the real thing, the ravaging pleasure tool in his ass.  They'd
told him about the pain turning to pleasure.  But not the sexual high being
fucked was giving him.  Hanging from a chain so his feet barely touched the
ground, being roughly fucked for the first time in his life and despite
that his cock was hard and throbbing, begging for release.  He risked a
glance at the other slave and saw he was reacting in the same way.
	Finally in quick succession all five shot their loads.
	After catching his breath Sam moved his hands to Ray's side and
pulled them both a step back, a big plop as Ray's cock left Hank's ass.
Then extracting himself from his son's.  A minute later Morgan gently
pulled out of Egor.
	"Ray, the Captain and I are going upstairs for a drink and check on
supper.  Get them down and cleaned up before bringing them up.  I want them
dressed and Hank in the kitchen as soon as possible," Sam said as soon as
he and Morgan were dressed.

	As Hank and Egor cleaned the dessert dishes away Sam, Ray and
Morgan pushed back from the table.  Ray consciously mimicking his father's
every move.  His eyes flicking back between the two men.
	"If you don't mind Sam I brought a new toy back from Russia that I
thought we'd try out on the two boys," Morgan said.
	"Something from the KGB store?"
	Morgan smiled and nodded, "Though they promise me the settings
start a lot lower than they used to."
	Sam looked at Ray, "Only two?"
	"If I'd known about the new one," Morgan said and shrugged.
	"Everything's in the dishwasher Master," Hank said.
	"Very good Hank."
	"Thank you Master."
	"Whenever you're ready Morgan," Sam said.
	"I'm getting tired, so I guess there's no time like the present."
	"Good, and I insist you and your boy spend the night."
	"Thank you.  Hank, fetch the bag I brought in."

	Once downstairs the two slaves are again handcuffed and hooked
while Captain Morgan finished putting the new toys together.  When he turns
he shows Sam and Ray two special dildos.  They are covered with tiny
electrodes and wires hanging from the end.  Morgan handed one to Sam.
	"Follow my example, and Ray you should strip too."
	Ray watched as the two men pushed the seven inch dildos into the
slaves, then more electrodes were attached on their balls, sides of the
penis head and right between their butt hole and balls.
	"Ray suck them enough to make them hard, and no further," Sam said.
	Ray knelt before Egor first.  He wanted to taste the fresh young
meat, and knew that it would upset Hank as well.  The electrodes made for a
different sensation.  He worked each boy for five minutes, and went back to
Egor for a touch up when he was finished with Hank.
	Then Morgan handed him two hoses, "attach one to each boy's cock
and stick the other end in the other boy's mouth."
	It took Ray three minutes to finish the set up.
	Morgan handed Sam a small box.  "It is set for three, and goes up
to twenty which I'm told will kill.  On the count of three."
	"When you're ready," Sam said.  Ray stepped back, he had a front
view of the boys, and was getting hard in anticipation.
	"One....two....three, now," Morgan said and threw the switch.  A
small charge zapped through the wires causing the boys' penises and asses
to start twitching.
	"Increasing to four," Morgan said.
	Sam glanced at Hank, then Ray who nodded back.
	"Four," Sam said and the two boys started shaking even harder.
	"That should do it," Morgan said and walked to get a side view of
Egor.
	Hank threw his head back as he felt his sexual organs charging up,
his cock twitching like never before.  His testicles withdrawing all the
way inside.
	"Shit," his muffled cry was barely audible as his orgasm muscles
contracted one last time, seconds later cum was flowing out of Egor's
mouth.  That set Egor off and Hank was quickly swallowing each drop of
Russian cum for the second time in less than an hour.  The firing
electrodes kept them twitching long after the last drop of cum had left
their bodies.
	Sam turned his control off and Hank sagged in his chains.
	"I will have to order more of these for the store and club," Morgan
said as he unchained Egor.
	"Both sides?"
	"No, just the adult side.  There are very few customers on the boy
side I would trust with a device like that.  Customers cost me more boys
than do boys washing out as slaves.  It's why I had to sell the last two."
	"That politician from the city a month ago?" Sam said and Morgan
nodded.  "Maybe you should show all new customers that tape before their
first session with one of the boys."
	"Good idea, and I have two more I can put on the tape too.  You see
Ray, it is important that we take care of our slaves.  They depend on us to
do the right thing.  Even when you don't control their complete lives like
I do my boys," Morgan said.
	"Thank you Captain, my father's been teaching me that, I guess from
the day he brought me home," Ray said.
	"You ready to walk upstairs Egor?" Morgan asked the boy.
	"Yes Master."
	Ray looked at Hank who simply nodded.
	For the next two hours they watched some new Russian videos that
Morgan had picked up.  Whether the boy was five or fifteen, or anywhere in
between, he was hairless and engaging in every kind of gay sex imaginable.
Egor pointed himself out as a ten year old being fucked by a younger boy
while sucking on a fifteen year old and being sucked by a five year old.
	Ray saw Hank's eye constantly going from the screen to Egor and
back.  Ray knew what Hank was thinking but didn't know how to explain it,
instead he leaned against his father.
	"Don't say anything in front of Egor, it would insult him as it
would have insulted you," Sam said and kissed Ray's forehead.
	Ray nodded and resumed stroking his cock.
	When the tape ended Morgan stood and stretched.  "I know it's not
late but I'm exhausted."
	Sam and Ray stood while the two naked slaves scrambled to their
feet.
	"Do you have any requirements for Egor's sleeping arrangements?"
Sam said.
	"If yours has earned it I was thinking we'd let your son take them
to bed with him.  We'd have to lock the door from the outside naturally."
	"Has Hank earned it son?"
	"Yes father, I was thinking of rewarding him," Ray said.
	The five headed up the stairs and Ray led the boys into his room.
Before closing the door Sam put a ring identical to Hank's around Egor's
cock.
	"Misbehave and you will receive a very painful shock, and so will
Hank."
	"I understand Sir," Egor said and bowed to Sam and his master.
	Once the door was closed and locked Egor turned to Ray, "Sir, I
have to go to the bathroom."
	"Hank, take him into my bathroom and make sure all his needs are
met."
	"Yes Sir."

	Thirty minutes later Ray found himself snuggled between the two
slave boys.  Tired but with a hard on that wouldn't disappear.  He raised
Hank's top leg and quickly slid his cock inside.
	Slow strokes quickly became a blur and it was only minutes before
he was filling Hank's ass with his boy juice.  "Good boy," Ray said as he
slipped out and put his head on Hank's shoulder.
	"Thank you Sir," Hank said as he put his head on the pillow.  A
feeling of pride swept through him, pride for being allowed to do something
that when he'd gone to bed Wednesday night he had taken for granted.

	Daylight was streaming through the window when the bed shaking woke
Ray.  Opening his eyes he saw that Hank was still sleeping.
	"Egor?"
	"Sir, I need to go to the bathroom.  Do I have your permission?"
	Ray noticed the accent was thicker than the night before.  Turning
he saw Egor using ever ounce of self-control to avoid wetting the bed.  In
his days as a whore he would have drunk the boy's piss without thinking
about it.  But that was a long time ago and a whole different person.
	"Go," Ray said.
	Ray figured he might as well take his own wake-up piss and followed
Egor into the john.  The sight of the boy's ass flexing as a long stream of
urine flowed into the toilet started turning his hard-on from a piss
hard-on to an erotic one.  He forced himself to relax as he stood next to
the boy and let his own stream join Egor's.
	"We used to do this at the home," Egor said.
	"Where I used to live too," Ray said.
	"Can I ask you a question Sir, without you telling my master?"
	Ray looked over and saw the boy was petrified.  He knew that as a
master he should say no, but then he had been where Egor was.
	"Depends on the question, but if I feel I have to tell Captain
Morgan I will tell you so it will not be a surprise."
	"I know he is my master and I must obey his every wish, and I
will," Egor paused.  I don't know the right words Sir."
	"Your master is a good man boy, he will take good care of you if
you follow his rules.  The Captain seems to think you are special, if you
are he will treat you very well for a long, long time.  Does that answer
your question?"
	Egor nodded and smiled.
	Ray looked into the deep blue eyes and ran his hand through the
boy's brown hair and slowly brought their lips together.  Ray ran his
tongue against Egor's lips and the boy admitted him eagerly.
	A noise at the bathroom door startled them.  "Sorry Sir, I heard
you in here and I needed to take a leak."
	"Fine boy, take your leak then I want you to stick your tongue up
Egor's butt and lick him clean."
	"Yes sir," Hank said.
	"I'm going to fuck that cute ass of yours boy," Ray said as he
brought Egor's mouth back to his own.
	"As you wish sir."
	Egor's gasp when Hank's tongue penetrated was the next sound either
one made.
	After several minutes Ray stepped back and turned Egor around.
"Put your hands on the wall and brace yourself.  Hank, when I'm in I want
you to blow Egor."
	"Yes Sir," the two slaves said.
	Ray met minimal resistance when he entered Egor.  Morgan may have
been his first adult male but he knew how to accept a cock, and the lustful
moan indicated he liked it.
	"Now boy," Ray said when his balls made contact.
	A second moan told him that Hank had deep throated Egor.  Ray used
it a signal to start pulling out so just his head was in before stroking
back in.
	"Don't touch yourself boy," Ray snapped when he saw Hank
masturbating.  Hank's hand quickly went to his side.
	Ray picked up the pace, trying not to look at the video camera he
knew was recording the action from the second Egor had entered the room.
Each thrust rubbed against the Russian boy's prostate and Ray could feel
him nearing climax.
	"Egor, when you are ready to shoot pull out of Hank's mouth and
shoot all over his face, then I'll pull out, you'll kneel in front of me
and I'll cover your face.
	Seconds later Egor stepped back and Ray looked around just in time
to see the first volley land right on Hank's forehead.  For the merest
instant Hank started to pull back but then kept his head moving to make
sure that every ounce of cum landed on his face.
	As soon as he was finished shooting Egor stepped off of Ray and
knelt.  Ray took two long strokes and bathed the boy's face with a huge
load.  Exhausted he sat on the toilet and pointed to where he'd been
standing.
	"There Hank, Egor you blow him and I want you wearing a second
load."
	Ray watched Egor quickly deep throat the bigger boy as Hank licked
the cum dripping down his face.
	"Shit Egor, not take long," Hank moaned.
	Egor started to slow down but Hank stepped back and instantly a
long stream of cum shot out and all over Egor's face.
	"That was so cool, now it's time for our showers.  There's enough
room for all of us."
	"Do you want me to wash you Sir?" Hank said.
	Ray was startled, where had Hank gotten that idea?  "You may."
	Ray set the water temperature the way he liked it and told the
slaves to go in first.  Ray luxuriated in Hank's soft hands gently cleaning
is body.
	When they emerged cleaned and dry from the bathroom Sam was sitting
on the bed tossing the cock ring controller up and down in one hand.  Ray
gulped, he knew he would get it sometime for that mistake.  He bowed his
head.
	"I'm glad to see you're up and clean already.  Son, you've got
enough clothes for the slaves, I want you in the kitchen in five minutes."
	"Yes father," Ray said.
	"Yes Sir," Egor said.
	"Yes Master, Hank said.
	Sam, smiled, turned, left.  They were down in four minutes.

	After breakfast Ray instructed Egor on what would happen to his
cock if he disobeyed orders, or drifted too far from the house then led the
two slaves out the backdoor and let the two of them put the suntan lotion
on him and then each other.  They took particular care with each others
cock.
	"Sixty-nine," Ray said and they swiftly moved into position.
	"Can we cum Sir?" Egor said right before his lips touched Hank's
rigid rod.
	"This time," Ray said and leaned on his side as he watched the two
boys go at it.
	Ray started stroking his cock and when he couldn't take watching
the hot action any more lay down behind Hank, lifted his top leg and
quickly slipped his throbbing cock inside his slave.
	Hank sighed as he felt Sir's cock fill him.  As Ray began pounding
away at his butt the realization of the three sex acts taking place
simultaneously was too much and he blasted his load into Egor's willing
mouth.  As he shot he clenched his ass muscles around Ray's cock bringing
him over the top.  Egor managed to wait till he finished swallowing Hank's
load before returning the favor.
	Sexually sated, at least for the time being, the three boys
collapsed on the mats and just gazed up at the clear blue sky.  Later on
Sam barbecued steaks for himself, Morgan and Ray and hamburgers for the two
slaves.  Finally about two Morgan and Egor left for home.
	"Do you have any homework due tomorrow slave?" Sam asked.
	"Just an essay, but I have study first period and can write it then
Master," Hank said.
	Sam slapped Hank twice.  "Unacceptable, Ray take your slave
upstairs and sign him onto the computer and make sure he get's his homework
done.  You can finish yours too."
	"Yes father," Ray said, "come boy."

	That evening the three of them are watching "Malcolm in the Middle"
when the phone rings.  Seeing both boys playing with each others cocks
while watching Malcolm and Reese's sexy legs, Sam grunts and goes and
answers it.  The credits are rolling by the time he returns.
	"Everything OK Dad?" Ray asks when he spots his father staring down
at them, obviously shaken.
	Sam turned off the set and sat down on the other side of Hank and
put his arm around the boy.  Hank's eyes darted to Ray who just shrugged.
	"Hank, there's no easy way of saying this so I won't try.  Your
father's corporate jet crashed on their way home this afternoon.  Both your
parents died."
	Hank stared at Sam.  He wasn't sure if Sam was telling the truth or
his master was testing him.  How to react, what to do, say?
	Ray put his hand on Hank's shoulder, "He's not testing you Hank, he
wouldn't do it this way.  I'm sorry, really I am."
	"I'm sorry too Hank, but it is the truth."  With that Hank
collapsed into Sam's arms and buries his face into Sam's chest.  Ray puts
his arms around the new orphan's middle.

	"What do I do now Master?" Hank said when he was cried out.
	"Do you have any uncles or aunts or other family you can live
with?"
	Hank shakes his head no and looks into Sam's eyes.
	"Do you want to live with Ray and me?"
	"Yes Master."
	"I want an answer from Hank, not a slave."
	Hank is startled but stops and thinks..  "Yes please....father."
He pauses, "but I also need to be your slave.  You've given me something
these past few days I can't do without."
	"Son, Ray will teach you how I expect you to live and behave as
long as you live under my roof.  It may be rough, but it will be with love.
He will teach you how to be a good slave, and you will continue helping him
with his math.  But as I am his father and master, I am also your father
and master.
	"Thank you," Hank said.
	Sam stands and picks Hank up in his arms, then kisses him gently.
"Come on sons, it's time for a quiet night in bed."
	They headed up and entered Sam's room.  Sam lay Hank gently on the
bed and strips while an already naked Ray gets in next to Hank facing him.
Sam gets in behind and puts his arm around Hank's body.
	With Ray's and Sam's arms wrapped around his naked body, Hank falls
asleep knowing he is loved.

The End