Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2006 11:31:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: The Fate of a Poor Man's Son, part 10

Wally tries to shake off the humiliation of sex with his father, then
enjoys some tender time with Rye and has a surprising experience with the
youngest of the Winston men. (if you're just coming in now, start with the
first nine chapters.)


This story involves erotic situations and actual sexual contact between
males - as well as humiliation, exhibition, and much of the usual stuff for
this genre. If you are not at least 18 years of age (or whatever legal age
is where you are) go away now! If you are offended by the content of this
story go away now! If you are in a jurisdiction in which it is illegal to
read or possess such fiction stories go away now (well, it would be better
if you could get the hell away from that jurisdiction). And if you are
someone who cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, please go away and get
some help.


I welcome reader response (no flames). Include name of the story in title
line. You can reach me at email address below.)


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THE FATE OF A POOR MAN'S SON, chapter 10

By Master Redbeard (redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com)


Rye knew that the captain's visitor had used me sexually. But I didn't tell
him that the man was my father. In fact, I just kept silent the rest of the
day. That night I serviced the captain and then later I serviced Brad. The
following night Brad had me bent over for a fucking when his father entered
the room, unzipped and used my mouth as a urinal. Brad had no qualms about
sliding his erection in and out of my butt with his father in the same
room. And once the captain had finished peeing, he started to slide his
hard dick in and out of my throat. They filled me with their spunk within a
minute of each other.


That was the night I was placed in a cell together with Rye. It was tall
enough for us to stand up, but not very roomy. One corner had a hole and a
water hose, while the other corner had just one narrow sleeping shelf. I
would have expected that a slave with the seniority and responsibilities of
Rye would have a better personal space. But then again, Rye was just a
slave, just property of the Winston family.


We stood naked together. His cock was fully erect and mine was half-way
hard. I looked at the narrow sleeping shelf with its two-inch thick slab of
foam and then looked at Rye. As if he read my mind, he said, "The floor is
icy cold. You get on the shelf first."


I stood there for a long moment and then said, "You know I'm not like
that. You know I'm not queer."


He had a half smile as he replied, "Yeah, I used to not be like that
also. Relax, Wally, I don't intend to rape you."


What was I scared about? I had already been raped and humiliated by the
free men in the house. But Rye was a fellow slave. There was something more
intimate about this. And yet, he was right, the floor was very cold. I got
onto the shelf facing the wall. Rye climbed on behind me and pressed his
body against mine. I immediately felt his erect dick along the crack of my
ass and I jumped up as if I'd been electrocuted.


After some negotiating, we both turned around so that I was spooning
Rye. My dick went fully hard when pressed along the crack of Rye's muscular
ass. I was telling myself, "I know I'm straight. It's just the feeling of
warm flesh against my penis that's making me go hard. It's just a normal
natural reaction that any guy would have." But even as I was repeating that
in my head I began to sob. Nothing about my life was normal or natural
anymore. I was not like any guy anymore. I was a sex slave.


Now I was lying in bed sobbing uncontrollably and Rye turned around to face
me. He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my face to his powerful
chest. His large hands were rubbing my back and my shoulders as he said,
"You can cry if you wanna. You can let it all out."


That only made me weep harder. Why was I crying now? I had remained stoic
during all sorts of disgusting sex acts and humiliation? Maybe I was
finally letting go just because there was someone holding me in his
powerful arms; there was someone who was comforting me. I knew I would
never again get that kind of comfort from my father.


I wiped my eyes and my nose and looked up into the face of this handsome
slave. I don't know how long the two of us just stayed like that looking
into each other's eyes. I don't know which of us moved our lips forward
first, but our lips met in a tender kiss. An instant later my mouth was
opening and my tongue was in a passionate wrestling match with the big
slave's tongue. My hands were moving all over his body feeling him up and
his hands were doing the same to me.


Then my hand reached for my rock-hard erection and grabbed it together with
Rye's stiff cock. They were both leaking and I was stroking them
together. I had so many questions. Why was I erect for a man when I knew I
was straight? Why did it feel so right? But I knew that if I stopped to ask
any of those questions the moment would be ruined. And the important thing
just then was how good the moment felt. I was touching and kissing and
caressing someone of my own free will. I had doubted that my free will
existed anymore. Maybe it only existed in the darkness in the confines of
my sleeping cell?


Rye started kissing down my body. He licked my chest. His tongue went into
my belly button and I squirmed. He was off the sleeping shelf now, on his
knees next to the narrow bed, and his mouth engulfed my stiff cock. I
grabbed the back of his head. I felt his lips make contact with my
balls. His nose dug into the area where my pubic hair used to be. I had
become an expert cocksucker in just a matter of days. But this was the
first time my cock had been encased in a mouth. Rye didn't have any time to
suck me. I just started shooting instantly. My cream exploded down his
throat and as he swallowed my cockhead was tickled and stimulated even
more.


He sucked the end of my cock to get every drop. I moaned and reached down
to caress the big slave's neck. He moved up the bed and I grabbed his face
to mine and kissed him, sticking my tongue deep into his mouth to taste my
own spunk. Then I urged him back onto the sleeping shelf and I moved to the
side of it. Now it was my face moving down his powerful body. Now it was my
tongue that licked all around the base of his cock. Now it was my mouth
that engulfed his thick long erection and sucked deeply.


I looked up to see the satisfied smile on Rye's face. He whispered, "You
don't have to do this you know." I nodded and grinned and even with his
cock in my mouth I managed to say, "I really wanna suck your cock, you big
handsome slave." He chuckled and I got down to work. I wanted to give him
the best blowjob I'd ever given. I'd been forced to suck on the captain's
cock and Brad's cock. I'd even been forced to suck on my father's cock. But
Rye had been kind to me. Rye was a fellow slave. I remembered Rye saying
that, "the only comfort a slave gets is in the arms of other slaves." He
had given me comfort and now I was determined to give him comfort.


Rye shouted a warning that he was going to shoot, but I stayed all the way
down on his big hard cock and swallowed his sperm eagerly. Then he pulled
me up alongside him on the narrow sleeping shelf. We kissed once again, our
tongues intertwining.


"B-but, you know I'm not queer..." I began to stammer, not sure why I was
even saying that.


Rye put his fingers to my lips again and said, "Shhhh, this isn't a time to
worry about anything or think about anything. This is our only time to
relax."


He was right. I slept in his arms that night and it was the best night's
sleep I had since my enslavement.


Everything went as usual the following day. In the early evening, Rye
helped shave me and give me my series of enemas. I didn't know whether I
was going to be servicing the captain, Brad, or both of them, but I knew
what was expected of me.


But when Rye led me upstairs dressed only in slave briefs, he brought me to
a different door. He rapped softly, opened the door, and ushered me
inside. This room was not nearly as grand as the captain's room or Brad's
room. We walked through the sitting room and into the bedroom where there
was a small figure sitting on a very large bed and sorting through books.


Rye nodded his head and said, "The new slave boy, Master Randy."


I recognized Randy when he looked up from the books. He still had that cute
face, still looked so young although he was my age. When he looked at me he
seemed to blush and look down again. Then he stood and approached us. There
was something in his manner, something in the way he walked toward us, that
was so different from his father or his brother. He looked me up and down
and then seemed to bow his head as he said, "Wally, I'm so sorry my father
did this to you."


How was I supposed to respond to that? Mechanically I said, "I'm here to
serve you, Master Randy."


Rye stepped back and left the room. Randy guided me to sit beside him on
the bed. He was fully dressed in a white shirt and gray slacks, and I was
only wearing the small white slave briefs. I sat on the very edge of the
bed, wondering if there would be some nasty trick happening. I remembered
the way the captain had sat beside me in such a friendly way before he
pounced on me and used me for sex.


There seemed to be a sparkle in Randy's eyes as he looked at me. "You're
still as good looking as ever, Wally. I really wanted to be your friend
back when you visited us here." My face showed no emotion. I still wasn't
sure how I was supposed to respond to my third master.


He seemed to blush deeper and his fingers made contact with my hand. He was
acting like a nervous schoolboy on a first date. It seemed to take all the
courage he could muster for him to look up at me and ask, "May I kiss you,
Wally?"


"I am here to serve you, Master Randy."


"No," he cut me off. "I want to know if you'd like me to... if you wouldn't
mind having me... ummm, kiss you."


His face went so red I actually felt sorry for his nervousness. I leaned
toward him and pressed my lips softly to his lips. He sighed softly and I
relaxed my lips so that my tongue was playing along his lips.


Just then I heard the door open sharply. Randy pushed my shoulders and
pushed me off the bed so that my face was in the crotch of his pants. I
didn't look up. I heard the voice of the captain say, "Ahhh, I see you're
making use of our new slave boy. Now don't be all namby pamby with him,
boy. Assert yourself." Then I heard Brad's voice say, "We'll be at the big
industry banquet till late, so he's all yours tonight, little brother." As
I listened I moved my mouth around Randy's crotch and moved my lips to
outline the obvious erection the boy showed through his gray slacks.


Randy was breathing hard. I looked up at him and he reached his arms down
as if to raise me up. "I'm so sorry, Wally. I'm so very sorry." Then there
were tears running from his eyes. I leaned in and kissed away his
tears. The feeling of my tongue must have tickled because Randy began to
giggle. Then he smiled and we kissed once more.


The youngest of my masters did not give me any commands. We ended up lying
side-by-side on the bed. I was unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt. Then
I was unzipping his pants and pushing them down. Soon we were both in white
briefs. Two smooth teenage boys rubbing our erections together through the
cotton of our briefs.


We rolled over and over on the bed. Then when I was on the bottom, Randy
pulled back from our kiss and looked in my eyes. "C-could we have been like
this, Wally? I mean, if you weren't enslaved, c-could we have just been two
buddies together doing this?"


As sweet as he was, as gentle as he was, as different as he was from the
rest of his family, I couldn't lie to Randy. I shook my head and said,
"Before I was enslaved I only ever wanted... well, Randy, before I was a
slave I was totally straight." Oh my god, what had I done? I had just
called him by his first name! I hadn't called him sir or master.


For a moment there seemed to be a dark cloud in front of Randy's face and I
wondered if he was going to explode in anger over my lack of respect. But
then he smiled brightly and said, "Oh, that's OK. I like that you're a
straight boy." With that he slid down my body and started to work his lips
on my erection through the fabric of my white briefs.


Then Randy pulled my boner out of the leg opening of the briefs and began
to lick it all over. I had just received my first blowjob the previous
night from Rye, but that had been over in less than a minute. Now here was
a cute boy licking the pre-cum off the tip of my cock and then wrapping his
lips around it and sliding all the way down. But this cute boy was supposed
to be one of my masters!


Randy was acting like a starving man and my stiff dick was the only source
of nutrition. He was panting, lapping, sucking noisily and making slurping
noises. Then he slowly slid his lips back up off my cock and looked up at
me. He jumped off the bed and took my hand, leading me to the bathroom. He
didn't order me to go there, he led me there with a big smile on his face.


Once in the bathroom, he knelt down and took something from a secret hiding
place. When I saw that it was an enema kit I said, "I already had three
enemas downstairs. I assure you I'm totally...."


But before I could finish that sentence, Randy had knelt down on a
towel. His briefs were pushed to his knees, his butt was raised and his
head was on the ground. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled
sheepishly at me. For a moment I was stunned. I was dazed and didn't know
how to respond. But I quickly got down beside him and began to administer
an enema to my cruel master's youngest son. He moaned when the nozzle
entered his rectum and his eyes had a dreamy faraway look.


"Ha," I snorted. "So your asshole is like a vagina that gets all hot and
wet to have something stuffed into it?" Where did I get the nerve to say
that? If I said something like that to Brad he would have had me flayed to
death with a bullwhip. But Randy just smiled broadly, his face still on the
floor and he moaned, "Mmmmmmmm." I knew then that what I had said was
correct. Randy wanted his asshole to be used like a vagina.


Once the boy was all cleaned out, he got up on his knees and once again his
lips were at the fabric of my white slave briefs, toying with my
erection. "Please," he whispered, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "I
know you're a straight boy. But please I need dick up my boypussy."


My cock had never been stiffer in my life. I lifted the boy into my arms
and carried him to the bed. But I didn't lay him gently on the bed. I
dropped him on the floor beside the bed. I bent him over the bed. Then I
positioned the head of my very stiff prick at his butthole and, without any
lubricant, I shoved the full length of it into him.


He moaned. I thought for a moment I had hurt him. And for that moment I was
happy thinking I hurt him. This was the son and brother of the men who had
tormented me, who had brought me so low. I would make sure this boy was
brought even lower. But he wasn't hurt. He was crying out in pleasure. I
started fucking in and out as hard as I could. "Fuck, you are one fucked-up
cock-hungry little pussyboy, aren't you?"


"Yessssssssss," he moaned.


I kept on pumping into him hard and fast. I lifted him up onto the bed and
swung his legs around. I kept my cock inside him the whole time but now he
was lying on his back, his legs wrapped around my middle, and I was on top
of him pounding for all I was worth. I sneered at him, "So Captain
Winston's little boy is a great big homo who can't live without slave cocks
up his ass and down his throat."  The boy kept on moaning and repeating,
"Yes, yes," so I kept on going, "You're the one who should be the pussyboy
slave, Randy. You're the one who should service real men." And still he
kept on moaning, "Yes, yes."


"Open your mouth, bitch!" I spoke to him as a master would speak to a slave
and he obediently opened his mouth. I was over him fucking his ass with
long hard strokes and I looked down, gathered all the spit from my mouth
and hawked a glob of spit right into his mouth. A serene look came across
his features and he swallowed.


"We should chain Slave Randy down in the toilet of the barracks where they
put all the African slaves. Yeah, all those real powerful men, so big, so
many muscles, with cocks like baseball bats - and they'd come in and use
you. They wouldn't even need toilets in there, they'd have such a pretty
little pussyboy for their toilet."


Randy's howl may have been the loudest human voice I ever heard. I looked
down in amazement. He hadn't even touched his leaking cock, but now it was
spurting streams of semen all the way up to his face. But I had no time to
think about that. Just as he started to cum, my cock had thrust into his
ass as deep as it could go. Now my cock was being milked by every muscle
inside his butt. The spunk was being pulled out of me by his hungry
asshole. I collapsed on top of him glued to him by all the white cream on
his torso.


Both of us were breathing so hard. I could feel both our heartbeats in
unison. I was gripped with fear. Now that he shot his load, would Randy
turn on me. But then I felt Randy softly kissing my neck and his voice had
a sob in it as he said, "I w-wish we could be like this always, Wally."


I pulled out of him abruptly. Was my grin as evil as the grin that Randy's
father always showed me? It sure felt that way as I glared at him and said,
"Clean off my cock, bitch!"


He grinned as wide as he could as he nodded, "Yes sir." Then I was lying
with my head on the soft pillows and he was kneeling between my legs
licking and slurping on my cock. This was all so mind-blowing and so erotic
that I was fully stiff again just moment after I shot that huge load up
Randy's tight ass.


As I watched Randy lick all around my cock and then suck it into his mouth,
I knew just what flavors he was tasting. I had licked the residue of spunk
and ass juices off his father's and his brother's cocks plenty of times
since my enslavement. But I looked down at the small-framed teenager with
sadness. I knew this was a dangerous game he was playing. I knew that if
the other Winston men found me dominating Randy, I would be in for a severe
punishment.


But I couldn't help wonder, if his father and brother had found Randy
submitting eagerly to a slave boy's cock, what would happen to Randy?