Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2014 09:16:02 +0100 From: Slave Thing Subject: Biography of a slave Part 2 Chapter 2 "Tell me what you want. Beg me for it or you'll be front and centre for show and tell at breakfast." I had recently read Robinson Crusoe. I prostrated myself before him and placed his foot on my head. "Please, I beg you. Let me be your slave. Just don't tell." "Very well, slave," he said with a feigned magnanimity. "From this moment on you shall be my slave." "Slave." Little did I know then how that word would ring in my ears and steer my life and it kicked me from episode to episode. "Right, slave. You have to do everything I say or Aunty Brid will get to hear about her little boy and you wouldn't like that, would you?" As it was getting late he said it was time for bed. I began to fasten the buttons on my pyjama top but Brian shook his head. "Uh uh. You'll wear the same as me," he commanded as he slipped, still naked between the sheets. Reluctantly I threw the balled top into the press to join its partner and I slipped between the sheets at the other end of the bed. Next morning we were fast asleep when my Dad came in to wake us. It was Christmas Eve and all the excitement of Santa was upon us. I sat bolt upright in the bed, bed clothes slipping to my waist and Dad commented on my bare torso. Brian came to my defence explaining he told me to take it off as I was too hot which seemed to go down OK as Dad opened the curtain before walking out, leaving the door open. "You better be down for breakfast in five minutes," he called over his shoulder. "Quick Kev, close the door so I can get dressed," commanded Brian. I declined and invited him to do it himself. I really didn't want anyone passing by on the way to the bathroom to see me naked. "Who's the slave here?" he asked, and pointed towards the door. I didn't notice my morning glory as I hastily crossed the room to the door but Brian did as I returned and laughed as my 4inches waved about, a bead of pre-cum like a diamond in my foreskin. Brian was really in to his sports and did exercises most mornings so I was used to his routine but today he wanted his slave to join in. Jumping jacks and press-ups were the order of the day until Dad roared up the stairs at us. We hastilly dressed before tumbling down the stairs and taking our vacant places at the table. Breakfast was the usual Christmas Eve feast; Eggs, rashers, sausages, tomato, black and white pudding, beans, pookies and fried bread and we all tucked in gorging ourselves unti l we could take no more. "Since you two kept us waiting you can do the washing up after while we go to see Grafton St." My Dad said. We both groaned. Not at missing the trip to town to see the lights and animated shop windows which I considered to be for little kids, but at the mountain of greasy pans and dishes that breakfast for nine entailed. "We'll be back in two hours.See to it that everything is dried and put away or you won't be comming to Granny either." This was a serious threat as Granny always gave cash presents. No visit, no present. "And make sure you don't get your good clothes dirty either," called Mum as she pulled the front door behind her. "Right," Brian declared once we heard the car accelarate up the road and the coast was clear, "it's all yours. And I think you should take you clothes off to keep them clean." I protested. I may even have whined about fairness and such like but he just reminded me that I had begged to be his slave and that was it. He eft me in the kitchen in my tighty-whiteys as as he took my clothes into the front room where I could hear him watching TV as I slaved away. I was almost finished when the sound of a car in the drive brought Brian back to the kitchen. "Get dressed. I washed, you are drying." I just had time to get dressed before the back doo opened. Dad actually seemed impressed. I don't think he expected the work to be so nearly finished. The rest of Christmas was uneventful. Brian was distracted by new toys and barely used his slave at all beyond insisting that I sleep naked and do my morning exercise. For the New Year we all decamped to his family's house in the country. Brian and I still shared a bed although it was small double bed and we no longer had to top and tail. There was plenty of room at one end of the bed for two pillows. And two boys. We still wanked each other in bed. One night he dared me to lick his hand after I had oozed a generous amount of precum over his fingers. I was reluctant to taste anything that came from an excretory organ but when he presented his hand to my mouth I stuck out my tongue and licked. It wasn't so bad, almost sweet and I stuck my tingue out for another slurp. Next night after I had cleaned his hand completely he scooped some of his own cum where it had spurted on his belly. As his hand hovered over my closed mouth some cum dripped on to my lips. Instinctively I licked it off. It tasted of nothing much on the tip of my tongue. Licking the proffered fingers got more of the cum in my mouth. Now I could taste it and it was almost bitter as it oozed across my tongue. "Ack, cack, ack!" I almost gagged. "You need to practice more," Brian laughed as I screwed up my face. His fingers searched for more and found the mother load pooled in his belly button. "It must be an aquired taste," he said as he offered me his slimed fingers. I resisted. Turned my head away. Tried to roll away on the bed. But Brian was quicker than me and even one handed he could pin me to the bed until he sat astride my chest. "Open wide, slave!" he commanded as he twisted my nipple. My mouth opened in a silent scream and he plunged in with two cum coated fingers. Less gagging this time. He kept his fingers in my mouth and commanded me to suck them clean, a task I completed without any more sound effects, other than the slurping. "Good slave," Brian commented as he patted my head. I felt strangely proud to be praised even as I felt the shame of being overpowered and forced to suck cum from my Masters fingers. The next morning was Sunday and we boys were ordered into the shower to wash before mass. While his mom was still in the room Brian pushed me out of bed and I landed in a naked heap at my aunt's feet. She just laughed and threw a towel at me before pulling the covers back on Brian. Apparently my Aunty was more relaxed about boys sleeping naked than my mom! Sitting in the back of the car we played thumb wars and I found there was at least one feat of stength at which I could defeat Brian. In the final battle I pinned his thumb so hard he squealed and I laughed. "I'll make you pay for that," he declared adding a mouthed "slave" that only I noticed. After mass we were sent out to fill some bags with turf from the turf shed at the far end of the farm and then to load up the tractor. Warned again to keep our clothes clean we were directed to don overalls. Once there Brian made me strip buck naked. He took my clothes and put them in plastic shopping bag he produced from his back pocket which he then trew into a corner. Opening his opwn overalls he pulled the belt from his own pants. It was a thick, black leather affair with the kind of cowboy buckle that was popular at the time with a silver aiglet at the tongue end. Doubling over the belt he pointed to a spot on the floor and commanded me to put my hands on my knees. CRACK The belt fell heavily against my proffered bottom, the sound of leather on flesh exagerated by the two thicknesses of the belt snapping together. "Ow, shit that hurt!" I yelped. CRACK "It's supposed to, it's a punishment." Now count" he added. CRACK "Three" I squeeked CRACK "DO you start counting at three, fool?" CRACK a little lower this time "one" "You didn't answer my question." "Do you start counting at three?" CRACK "NO!" almost a yell. "So count now." CRACK "ONE" "Good" CRACK "Two" CRACK "Three" CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK Forhand and backhand the belt bit out at each buttock in turn. "Four, five, six, seven, eight" I counted after the onslaught ended although the last number came out like a whimper. MY ass was stinging and I could feel it heating up. CRACK "nine. How many more?" I beseeched. Just then the sound of a tractor engine burst the silence from outside. "Quick, put on your overalls and grab some turf" called Brian as he grabbed a bundle of empty meal bags from the corner. There was no fastening at the front of my overall so I tied it hastily around my waist and started pitching turk into one bag while BRian filled another. We had two bags filled by the time Uncle Mick opened the big doors. "Hard at work, I see," he said "but you'll need far more than that. We need twenty bags for Granny and another twenty for Uncle Billy." "Awww, Daad. Why can't Dean do Billy's" whined Brian naming another cousin. "Becasue he broke his arm falling from a tree, remember? Will you be ok to bring the tractor round to Granny's?" Brain was always keen to drive the tractor but this was the first time he was going to be in the drivers seat and not just perched on someones knee. His face lit up. "Sure, Dad." "And remember to go across the haggard, you cant drive the tractor on the road." Mick reminded us, directing us to take a route that would bring us well out of sight of any houses. "Sure, Dad." "And don't take all day, I'll need the tractor again after milking." We watched Mick cross the yard back to the house before closing the shed door again. Brian shot the bolt and declared that we wouldn't be disturbed again for a while. "Now where were we? Oh, yeah. Strip." Naked again I bent forward exposing my tender butt. "Oh shit, I thought. I've lost count. I'll just guess." CRACK the belt fell again, higher than before almost across my hips. It certainly didn't hurt as much as before. "Nine" To be continued Thanks for you comments. I really do appreciate them. Tune in again to find out what happened next.