Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2000 00:34:03 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son (part 9) incest, urination, authoritarian

This story is about male on male sex. It involves men and boys, some of whom
are related. If you do not like that kind of thing you are free to exercise
your right NOT to read it. If you are underage, you should be doing homework
right now and not playing around in this kind of site. So depart.

If you like it, let me know. Since the story is fantasy, the characters do
not practice safe sex. You should, however. Besides, I can not think of
anything safer than a JO to a story. Email me if you want to make some
comments.

This part will not make sense unless you have read  the previous parts. So
get to it!


My Master, My Son (Part 9)
By Dennis


Chapter 17- My Slave Brother

Since I had not been there, Gordon served the boys their dinners. They did
not like what he had prepared. Frankly, he was so worn, in both body and
mind, I was surprised that he was able to do anything. They used that as an
excuse to punish him. He was spanked. Spanked by teenagers. He lay across
each of their knees and was given 10 on each cheek. He had begged them not to
do it. It made no difference. In fact it seemed to add to their pleasure to
have this formerly macho cop begging them not to subject him to this
humiliation. They teased him about being a little boy, so smooth and sweet.
Such a bad little boy. Anthony later told me that he was sobbing from
embarrassment while they did it to him.

They showed him no mercy. After each teen spanked his butt, he was fucked.
None of them removed their clothes. They just pulled out their dicks through
their flys. After getting between their legs to suck them hard, he rode their
cocks . In the case of Chuck and Miller, he had to ride their pricks with his
legs hanging over the arms of their chairs. That suspended his punished
backside in the air above their cocks. Hanging onto the chair back, he raised
and lowered his ass. He had to control the penetration and the pace of the
fuck.  He completed each one by cleaning their pricks.

After his punishment, Miller and Juan took him to the basement and strapped
him to the same table as the previous night and again gave him several
enemas. They then used a set of anal balls on him. The big pink ones. They
pushed them in and then slowly pulled them out. They kept doing this for
about an hour. When they finished with him, he was so worn that he had to
crawl up the stairs. That was when I had come in. I stripped and went into
the living room. Chuck told me to stand next to my slave brother.

They had refined their technique from when they had subjugated me. Gone was
the arrogant cop from Friday. Instead, there standing next to me was a person
so completely drained of ego that he was giving this 15 year old all that he
was. He belonged to them the same way I belonged to them.

The boys now had control of two adult men. One, a teacher and father,  6
foot, 215 lbs, muscular. The other a cop, 6 foot and 185. Both in shape, both
good looking, and both slaves.

"You are ready, now, to accept what has become your life?"

"Yes Master. You say, I obey!"

"Good. Tonight you will sleep in my bed. I intend to keep my dick nice and
warm in your pussy. Tomorrow, we will take a little trip to that cabin of
yours. I have plans for it."
Reaching into a paper bag next to his chair, Chuck pulled out a double ended
dildo. On the floor, on our hands and knees, we fucked each other for the
amusement of our tormentors.

The next morning, when I went up to wake the boys, I saw that Gordon and
Chuck had slept like spoons in a drawer, with my son's prick in the officer's
pussy. Gordon later told me that Chuck had fucked him twice that night. His
dick had been in the entire time. Other than that, he had finally gotten some
sleep. But, he still had not cum since Friday.

After servicing and washing them, we went downstairs and made breakfast.
There, before the boys came down, I sucked Gordon off. Now that was a load.
He was never to forget that kindness.

Chapter 18- Chuck  Has  Plans

We used Juan's van. Miller and Anthony did not come. The two slaves rode in
the back, naked. We both wore ball stretchers and, of course, our butt plugs.
The officer still had his collar and his badge through his nipple. We went
from highways to dirt roads.

The cabin was really just one big room. There was an electric generator and
propane gas for heating, cooking, and running the generator. Beat up arm
chairs, couches, and a fireplace defined the living room, a table and chairs,
and appliances, the kitchen. In a corner was a large double bed and night
stand.There also was a bathroom. It was really rather large. The cop said
that he had air mattresses for visitors.

It was also very isolated. There was a small lake, a dock, and on the shore,
a small rowboat. There were no other houses nearby. The lake was still
rustic, secluded,  and undeveloped. Since the land and lake were posted,
there were no fishermen or hunters to be wary of.

I could see hooks on the exposed beams and a Saint Andrew's Cross  on one
wall. It looked like a decoration except that there were hooks at the apexes.
From out of a storage closet, Gordon pulled a leather hood with a piss gag
and blindfold, chains, ropes, duct tape, ball stretchers, and restraints.

We had stopped for provisions on the way there. Gordon and I  prepared
hamburgers , chips, and beer for the boys. We ate from paper plates, on the
floor. We got our usual piss to drink.

The boys turned in early. Chuck slept in the bed. The Juan took an air
mattress. We slept in a corner on the bare floor. Before turning in, Chuck
had gone out side and used his cell phone. When he came in, he informed
everyone that there would be some visitors the next day. He assured Gordon
that he would take good care of the cabin. They were Masters, not vandals. He
also wanted use of it for the next couple of years.

Juan took particular delight in abusing Gordon. He liked knowing he was
fucking a cop. He always found some way to give him pain.

As for me, well, I was used by Chuck. He liked to make his father  take cum
up in his pussy. It was my lot to be my son's receptacle. He would lay there w
hile I put his in his cock then make me take it slow and easy. He delighted
in watching his father following his orders. He liked to watch my face while
he  abused me.

Sometimes, after he unloaded into me, he would make me stay there with his
prick in my hole until he fell asleep. I would still have to clean off his
dick, even though he was asleep. He did that that night.  A couple of times
during the night, one of the Masters would call us and we would get fucked or
suck them off or do their assholes or take their piss. Chuck had me ride his
cock but made Gordon suck me off at the same time and, after the fuck, clean
my ass. My son was not being kind. He wanted Gordon to understand his
position in the "family". As usual, I cleaned Chuck's prick.

The next afternoon, there was the sound of a car pulling up to the cabin.
Chuck told Gordon and me to take our subjugation stance while he greeted the
new arrivals. Through the door came three teenagers, two of whom were 17, one
16.  Chuck greeted the leader, one of the older boys. "Glad you could make
it, Nick."

The leader looked at us and said, "And, what do have we here, bro?" The new
arrivals were from the city. It was Nick Lopez and his crew.

(A note to the reader: Dialects are hard to convey in print. The  new teens
would have used an African-American patois. The writer is no Langston Hughes.
The readers should use their imagination and add the accent as needed.)

"These are the two I told you about. The bigger one is, no, was my father.
He's a teacher. The other is a cop. They are both our slaves. Today, and in
the future, you can use and abuse them."

Nick circled us. Turning to Chuck he said, "We can do your dad later. Right
now we want the cop." There was agreement from his crew. He reached down and
yanked out Gordon's butt plug, "You won't need that for a while. We can keep
that butthole open without it."

"Call it his pussy!"

"What?"

He doesn't have an ass or butt hole. He has a pussy. Right, pigboy?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Shit, you really got this motherfucker trained. I don't give a fuck what he
calls it, just that I use it."

"It's yours. Later on, I have a proposition to make to you."

"Right now, I want cop lips on my cock. We got pulled over by some
statetroopers on our way here. They hassled us and tossed the car. They
didn't find anything. We never carry any stuff with us. Too many fucking cops
want to bust blacks. I am really in the mood for revenge.  Down, boy. Time to
take my black pole in your oh so white mouth."

Nick and his crew were dressed in rap drag, over sized satin warm ups with
stripes down the arms and trousers, Air Jordons, and knit caps with pompoms
pulled down over their ears. It was hard to tell what they had underneath. As
they pulled their cocks and balls out over the tops of their pants, it became
apparent that their cocks were light to dark brown shafts topped by pinkish
heads. One was cut. They stood out straight from their bodies. It made my
mouth water.

They gathered around the kneeling cop, stroking their dicks. My son and Juan
sat down to watch. As the action progressed, they would call me over to suck
them off. For the next couple of hours, Gordon had a black dick in his mouth
or pussy or both.

The newcomers eventually disrobed and showed off those magnificent, shiny,
teenage, black bodies. High butts, long legs, no fat, muscled, tight torsos.
Nick 5'10", 170 lbs,  was slender. His body was the color of coffee and
cream. He had an almost European face and close cropped straight hair. .
Well. he was Puerto Rican. That was the Spanish in him. His cock was 8 inches
and uncut and surrounded by jet black pubes.

Shawn, the other 17 year old, was darker, more African looking. His nose was
flat. He had thick lips and high cheek bones. His eyes were almond shaped. He
sported a 7 inch, and very thick, cut, dick. He was heavier that Nick but as
tall. His hair was shaved off. Kinky hair surrounded his equipment. The
younger boy, Chris, was his half brother. He looked like a bodybuilder. About
5'7", he was easily 190 lbs. He had a narrow waist and wide shoulders, great
abs, tree trunk legs, huge arms. He was only about 6 inches. It looked even
smaller attached to that massive body. His hair was in dreads.

Nick, his boys, and Juan made Gordon  pay the price for 300 years of abuse.
As they fucked him or beat him or made him lick their assholes or take their
piss in his mouth or up his pussy they made him beg forgiveness for
everything they could think of from slave ships to Rodney King. He was made
to say how terrible his race was and how he deserved what he was getting.
After a break for a meal, I was made to join him in the repayment of the
debt. Chuck just sat back and took it all in.

Before Nick left, he and Chuck sat down to talk. "I want to make Pastore part
of this stable. I am prostituting these two. Pastore is one hot looking fuck.
The fact that he's a cop is going to be a real turn on for the johns. He's
been buying from you. How would you like to get not only your wallet fatter,
but your cock drained every time he makes a buy."

"I'd like that. But only if me and my boys get a crack at Pastore."

"You can be there at his initiation."

"How do we do it?," and Chuck told Nick his plan.

During their conversation, I looked over at Gordon. He was surrounded by
black bodies. When he finally looked my way, he winked. It was payback time
for Pastore.


End of part 9

to be continued