Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 23:26:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: The Fate of a Poor Man's Son, part 15B

THE FATE OF A POOR MAN'S SON, PART 15B: WILL'S STORY

By Master Redbeard


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.


With Special Thanks to my Favorite CyberBoy Will18, who wrote the first
draft of this chapter & is the reason so many younger brothers in my
stories are named WILL. Chapter 15A ONLY APPEARS ON NIFTY. (Master
Redbeard's stories usually premier on Yahoo groups SlaveNow and
SlaveFuture. But this chapter is not in accord with Yahoo standards.)


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 15A:

WILL TELLS THE STORY OF HIS FIRST NIGHT AT THE WINSTON ESTATE


By Master Redbeard (redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com)


I trusted Captain Winston. I thought he was a good man. He had bought my
brother Wally as a slave to help keep dad and me from also being
enslaved. Then he gave my dad a great new job down in South America and
part of dad's new contract was for the captain to send me to a very
exclusive private school. The boys at the school were kind of snobby to
me. But when they found out how good I was at swimming and all around
sports a lot of them warmed up to me.


Then that terrible incident happened with silver candlesticks missing at
the school. When they found the stolen stuff in my drawer I insisted that
somebody must have planted them there. But the police expert was certain
that my fingerprints were on the candlesticks and my fingerprints were all
over the crime scene. I don't know how that could have been possible. I was
innocent.


Next thing I knew I was in a courtroom stripped down to just my white
briefs. I tried to cry out and tell them this was a mistake. But since I
was enslaved a moment earlier, I was zapped with the slave prod. The
mistake wasn't simply that I was innocent of the charges. The mistake that
concerned me just then was that I was being stripped naked in an adult
courtroom.


My big brother Wally was enslaved on his eighteenth birthday, so he had
been sentenced in an adult courtroom and stripped naked in front of the
entire crowd. But everyone knew that boys younger than eighteen were
supposed to be sentenced and dealt with in the juvenile division. Enslaved
boys younger than sixteen were only supposed to be stripped in a judge's
private chambers. I was only fourteen and the guard was pulling down my
white underpants leaving me totally naked.


Of course the guard pulled my hands up behind my neck and cuffed them to
the back of my new slave collar. I couldn't help it. My dick was fully
exposed and sticking straight up against my belly. It was only four inches
totally stiff and there was just a little fuzz at the base. There was no
way anybody could believe I was really eighteen.


In school they taught us that the reason younger boys weren't stripped in
public was because there are perverts, men who have sexy thoughts about
boys below the legal age. The courts didn't want to encourage perverted
thoughts about younger boys, since it was illegal to have sex with a slave
boy younger than eighteen (at least that was the age where we lived).


Someone in the class asked about England where it was legal to have sex
with a slave boy at sixteen, or about Florida where they had lowered the
age to fourteen. And what about Mexico or the Caribbean where masters could
have sex with slave boys even younger than that? Our teacher was a real
stickler for the law. He said, "Well, then, men who live in those
jurisdictions and stay within the law of their own jurisdiction are not
perverts."


Some tourist spots like Las Vegas and Hawaii had lowered their age the same
as Florida's. And in current events we heard that the entire state of
California would soon follow Florida's lead and that there was debate in
Florida about lowering their legal age to thirteen. But I was grateful that
where we lived the legal age for sex with a slave was eighteen. I couldn't
bear the thought of sex with men!


I had gotten my dick sucked by slaves a few times. Well, the first time had
been at the captain's party the previous summer. I suppose I was trying to
prove myself by sticking my boner into my former big brother's mouth. But
after all, all the other guys at the party were doing it. And my father had
told me that even he had used Wally's mouth as a cumdump. My dad assured me
that Wally was hot for cock and actually enjoyed sucking. I sure enjoyed
having my cock sucked.


Once I started at the fancy school and visited some of my classmate's homes
on weekends, I learned that rich people expect to use a slave's mouth and
butt to relieve their dicks. Even though none of my friends from school was
sixteen yet (and therefore they shouldn't have been having sex at all) they
were all cool about getting their boners taken care of by slaves. I even
watched some of them fuck slave boy ass, but the idea of it turned me
off. I only boned up thinking about females.


But naked and exposed in the courtroom I noticed some men in the front row
who were laughing together and grabbing their crotches. One of them called
up to me, "Hey, cutie, if you really are eighteen I'll mortgage my house to
buy that ass of yours at auction."


I almost wanted to yell back, "Shut up, pervert," but I saw the way the
guard was holding the slave prod so I just lowered my head and walked down
the stairs.


A few hours later I was on a stand at a slave auction house. Through a door
I saw the big room where a lot of slaves were displayed, but I was kept in
a small room where special customers were escorted in. My feet were
shackled to the floor and my hands cuffed to the back of my slave
collar. The first customer to examine me was an angry-looking man dressed
all in black. When he started to stroke my exposed penis I shouted out,
"You're not allowed. I'm only fourt..." Zap! The guard touched the tip of
the slave prod right to my butthole and I saw flashing colors and heard a
buzzing sound. Before I could clear my head, there was a ballgag stuffed
into my mouth.


Each of the men who came into the small room was handling me and examining
me as if I was to be used as a sex slave. But I didn't understand how they
could believe I was really eighteen? I was only five feet tall and weighed
about 100 pounds.


Then a man came in that I recognized! Mr. Smedley was balding with glasses
and a friendly round face. He was the father of one of my friends at
school. I had seen him when he visited his son at the school and I had
visited his house three different weekends. My eyes widened. Certainly
Mr. Smedley would correct this misunderstanding. My fourteenth birthday had
been the same week as his son's birthday, so of course he knew my real age.


But there was a funny look on Mr. Smedley's face. The middle-aged man was
licking his lips as he approached me. His fingers brushed over my exposed
nipples and down my belly to fondle my stiff penis. His other hand reached
around and moved up and down between my butt cheeks. My ass was already
greasy from the many lubricated fingers that had already touched me back
there. Mr. Smedley plunged his finger all the way in one thrust.


Even through the gag, I gasped. My friend's father wore the same friendly
expression I had seen when I visited his home. But now he grasped at the
front of his silk trousers and rubbed the outline of his erect penis. Under
his breath he chuckled and said, "Look what you've done to me, boy." Then
without removing his finger from my ass, he turned to the man in charge and
said, "As soon as I heard about the arrest and then got wind of Judge
Snow's little - ahem - typographical error, I rushed down here to get my
hands on this sweet piece of boy meat."


What was I hearing? This was too twisted! But before Mr. Smedley could
continue, there was a loud voice from the doorway announcing, "Take your
finger out of the boy, Smedley. He's spoken for."


There stood Captain Winston at the door. He strode into the room like he
owned the place and announced, "There certainly has been a typographical
error. Judge Snow had a notation of a pre-sale of this merchandise to
me. This new slave shouldn't have even been sent here. And don't think your
auction house is going to get any percentage on the sale."


"But, sir, our expenses!"


"You will not be enriched for your own incompetence." The rest was a
blur. About an hour later I was dressed in a pair of white briefs - in fact
I recognized them as my own underpants - and I was being ushered into a big
tiled room in the captain's mansion.


That's when I came eye-to-eye with my big brother Wally. Now that we were
both slaves, I felt I could reclaim him as my brother. I wanted to run over
to him and hug him, but he just turned away and mumbled, "I'm sorry to see
you like this, Will." What a letdown. I figured he must have still been mad
about the way I fucked his mouth at the party.


When Wally turned around I was really shocked by the marks on his back and
his thighs. I could even see the marks on his ass through the white fabric
of his slave shorts. "Damn, you must have been a very disobedient slave to
get whipped like that. What did you do that was so bad?"


Wally just mumbled again. But the big slave Rye used that opportunity to
lecture me about being an obedient slave and always doing whatever the
master ordered. I don't know what was going on with Wally because he
suddenly shouted out, "No!" But then Rye went over and talked to him
quietly.


My big brother was like a complete stranger. He asked, "Does the boy need
his pubes shaved?" The boy? I have a name. I am his brother, after all. So
I acted real snotty about the fact that yes I do have pubes. I didn't have
a lot and they were more like fuzz than real hairs. But I wasn't gonna let
Wally put me down like that.


The stuff they did to me was pretty humiliating - they shaved the little
bit of fuzz I had and then Rye gave me a series of enemas and scrubbed my
body. But after the humiliation of the perverts feeling me up at the
auction house, I knew I would survive this.


Rye took me up to the captain's rooms and I told Wally, "Wish me luck." But
he wouldn't even look at me as I left. Rye left me standing at the door as
he went into the room. Then he led me back downstairs to the slave bathing
room and said the captain wanted Wally to escort me upstairs.


At the door to the captain's rooms, Wally made sure I was standing in the
right posture and then he whispered, "Remember, you're a slave. You have to
do what your master commands." Half a minute later we were inside the
sitting room, both of us standing at slave rest position in front of
Captain Winston.


Our master was sitting on a plush couch. He was wearing a big white
robe. Behind him stood a naked black pony slave. I had never seen skin so
black and I had never seen so many tattoos and patterns all over a slave's
skin. The pony slave had no expression on his face, but his enormous penis
was sticking up fully stiff in front of him. Looking at his erection, I
could only think of a baseball bat.


Captain Winston smiled at me in what seemed like a friendly way, but also
seemed a little creepy. Even though he was looking at me, he was talking to
Wally. "You've pleased me recently, Wally, so I want to reward you." The
captain snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of the big
African slave. Wally fell to his knees, stuck out his tongue and started
licking the thick black cock.


I tried to look away. I certainly had no interest in looking at a huge
erect penis. And when my brother opened his mouth and somehow managed to
take the full thickness and length of the pole down his throat, I was
grossed out.


"You knew he could take your sweet little peanut down his throat," Captain
Winston said in a joking sort of way. "But I figured I'd give Wally a
chance to show off for you just how good he is at being a pleasure slave."


Then the captain motioned for me to come closer. I was seated on his lap,
his arm around me, and his hand moving up and down my back. He whispered in
my ear, "It's not the thing for a master to do, but I want to give you and
Wally a little private time together. Now, keep in mind, boy, he is a
senior slave here so you must obey him. But, deep down, you're still
brothers. I'm sure the two of you will have a bonding experience."


"Thank you, master," I whispered to him. "You are so very kind, sir." Wally
was too wrapped up in sucking the pony slave's cock to pay any attention to
the captain and me.


The big man kissed me on the cheek, smiled and then pointed toward a door
that led to a large dressing room. He told me to lie down on the leather
table in that room and wait for Wally. The room was elegant with everything
in leather and shiny metal. One entire wall was covered with a
mirror. There were smaller mirrors on the other walls so I could see
reflections of reflections from every angle.


After about five minutes Wally came in. I smiled at him, but once again he
seemed cool toward me. "Just lay on your back," he said in a flat voice.


"Lay on my back? Wally, what's going on?"


He met my eyes as he peeled down the white briefs I'd been wearing. "The
captain told you that you have to obey what I tell you to do."


"Well, yeah," I said, trying to keep the underpants from being pulled off
my feet. "But I figured you and me are brothers and the captain was giving
us a chance to...."


"Don't make this harder than it has to be," Wally cut me off. He directed
me to lift my right leg and grab my ankle with my right hand. Before I
could even question what this was about, Wally was using a leather strap to
tie my wrist and ankle together. Then, without another word, he did the
same on the other side. So now each of my legs was raised in the air and
bound to each of my wrists.


Then Wally leaned down toward my face and kissed me on the mouth. I
struggled in my bondage and tried to turn my face away from his. Finally I
turned to the side and spit. "That's disgusting, Wally. I'm not a homo like
you, man."


He grabbed my face and kissed me harder on my mouth, forcing his tongue
into my throat even as I gagged and struggled against him. Then he pulled
his lips away and snarled, "You think I was a homo when I first got here,
Will? I got used to it and you better learn to get used to it fast."


"Untie me you queer pervert!" I yelled at him. That's when he pulled down
the front of his white slave briefs so that his shaved erection was
sticking out near my face. I knew what was coming next.


"Look, I didn't mean to call you names, Wally," I said with a note of
desperation in my voice. "I-I'm s-sorry I used your mouth at the captain's
party. But all the guys were facefucking you. And, besides, you liked it."


The wet head of Wally's cock was rubbing side to side on my lips. My big
brother seemed stronger than I remembered him as he held my head in place
with a vice grip. "Stick out your tongue and lick the wet stuff off the
tip, Will," he commanded.


"Fuck you!" I yelled. But in that instant he pushed the fat cockhead
between my lips. I gagged and tried everything to push his boner out of my
mouth.


When I pressed down with my teeth, Wally grabbed my balls and twisted
them. "Don't do anything stupid, Will," my big brother said in a flat
voice. "My dick is the property of Captain Winston and our master doesn't
take kindly to anyone damaging his property."


Wally's cock slid into my mouth and I started crying. Tears slid down my
cheeks. My big brother held onto my ears and started riding his erection in
and out of my mouth. I gagged each time the mushroom head slammed against
the back of my throat, but as the pounding continued I suppose my throat
muscles started getting used to it. I felt him pushing his thick tool
deeper each time.


His cock finally pulled free of my mouth and I quickly called out, "You
c-can't do this, Wally. You know I'm not legal age. You're not allowed to
have sex with a boy who's only...."


In the nastiest tone of voice I ever heard, Wally snapped, "So what're they
gonna do? Make me a slave?" Then his head lowered as he knelt between my
spread legs.


With my right hand tied to my right ankle and the same configuration on my
left side, it was easy for Wally to spread my legs as wide apart as he
wanted. I didn't know what was going to happen as I felt him touching my
hairless ass cheeks. But then I felt his mouth at my crack.


No, he couldn't be doing what I thought he was doing! Nobody would do
anything so gross. And yet there was no other explanation. His tongue was
sliding up and down along my ass crack. His fingers were spreading my
cheeks wide. Then I felt his tongue push into my butthole.


I had never even heard of anything as disgusting as a guy tonguing another
guy's asshole. But before I could protest I felt an incredible wave of
sensations run through my body. I was aware that my penis was leaking
pre-cum but I couldn't explain why. Wally's tongue was making circles
against the opening of my ass and I was shivering all over.


But just as I was lost in the wild feelings, I looked between my legs and
there was Wally looking down at me. He was standing up and pressing the
mushroom head of his cock against my hole. I just shook my head from side
to side and whispered, "No, no. Please, Wally, no."


His face remained expressionless as he pushed the full length of his boner
all the way into me. I felt his fat balls press against my hairless
cheeks. Then he pulled out and pushed in. He did it again and then
again. Then he was pulling and pushing in quick succession. He was doing it
faster. Then he was slamming in harder. My own big brother was fucking me
up the ass with a look of pleasure on his face.


I remembered how I had looked up to Wally, the school sports hero, the top
student with a great future ahead of him, and my cool older brother. I
remembered how I had been embarrassed when Wally showed up at school in his
white slave briefs and collar, the property of Captain Winston. But it's as
if none of that mattered anymore. From now on, Wally would just be the
filthy pervert slave who raped my virgin ass. I shut my eyes and tried to
shut out what was happening. But the friction up my behind was too
insistent.


Then I heard the sound of the door opening and I heard the captain's
powerful voice bellow, "Wha-a-at!" I opened my eyes to see the big man slam
Wally on the side of the head and knock my big brother to the
floor. Suddenly my ass was free of the assaulting cock, but I could feel my
hole gaping open.


Our master was shouting at Wally. "I gave you a chance to spend time with
your brother. But nasty sex-obsessed slaves don't have any feelings for
their families. They can only think about stuffing their filthy slave cocks
up a tight young hole." At that moment the captain was my hero. He ordered
Wally to untie the leather straps that held me in such an awkward
position. Wally crawled out of the room on his hands and knees with the
captain smacking his behind. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.


Even though I was only a slave, the captain put an arm around me and guided
me over to his big bed. "Your master will hold you for a bit, boy." As he
guided me into the bed, his big robe fell to the floor. I saw his hairy
chest. I saw his hairy belly hanging over the front of his boxer shorts. I
saw the front of his boxer shorts tenting up and the tip of his hard cock
sticking out of one leg. Almost as an afterthought he turned and dismissed
the black pony slave, who rushed out of the room in a flash.


A moment later my master had his hairy arms and legs around me. He was
holding me against his body and his big hand was once again moving up and
down my slim back - only now his hand cupped and squeezed my ass cheeks. He
planted kisses on my forehead, on my cheek, on my neck. I knew this was not
right. But I also knew that, as a slave, there was nothing I could say or
do.


His finger made contact with my anus. I tensed up. "Did he hurt you, boy?
Did that nasty slave put his cock inside your ass and fuck you?"


"Yes, master," I whispered tears filling my eyes at the memory.


Suddenly his mouth was on my mouth and his tongue was pushing between my
lips. It had been gross when Wally kissed me this way. After all, I was
being kissed by a boy's mouth. But this was so much worse - the captain was
an old man. He must have been at least fifty. He was fat and his body
smelled. He was hairy everywhere. His beard scratched my face and his
tongue tasted of alcohol and tobacco.


At the same time his thick finger was pushed deep into my asshole. I called
out in pain and said, "Please, sir. Please, don't sir."


"You had a slave cock up your ass, boy," the captain said, his voice still
sounding warm and concerned. "That's wrong, so very wrong. There's only one
way a master can make that right, Will. You need to have your master's cock
up there."


Somehow the big man got me spread out so my legs were wrapped around his
middle. His thick cockhead was pushing against my asshole. I suppose my
hole was already slick from Wally's pre-cum. I felt pressure and then I
felt myself being opened. His cock thrust into me.


"P-please, master, d-don't." But before I could say more his tongue was
once again in my mouth.


I felt his thick pubes grind against my balls and against the backs of my
thighs. Then he pulled back and started to fuck me hard and fast. Each time
he slammed into me I grunted with the breath knocked out of me. I clawed at
him. I tried to push him off me. But my frantic actions only seemed to
arouse the man even more.


His foul sweat was dripping on me and he was panting as he began to
rant. "Don't worry your pretty little head, slaveboy. The paperwork from
Judge Snow says you're eighteen and perfectly legal, heheheheh. But you and
I know the truth, don't we, boy? You and I know just what kind of power and
money I have in this town when I can get a pretty young schoolboy like you
stripped bare-ass naked for some tongue kissing and ass fucking."


The last word turned to a howl and the captain collapsed on top of me. For
the first time in my life I felt hot sperm filling up my guts. The man's
heavy body was glued to me with sweat. I could feel his heartbeat against
me. It was so loud and fast I was hoping his heart would just explode.


When the captain ordered me to lick his cock clean I broke into sobs. That
led to my first spanking. Apparently spanking my ass led to the captain
popping another erection. So not only did I have to lick my ass juices off
the captain's penis, but he ended up fucking my mouth and shooting a load
down my throat.


By the time Rye took me back downstairs to the slave bathing room many
hours later, I felt totally defeated. When I saw Wally I was reminded of
the pain of his cock being the first inside my body. I didn't want to see
my brother, I didn't want him to see me, and I certainly didn't want his
hands touching me in any way.


Two days later Wally was shipped off to a new owner. I did not know where
he went. Even Rye didn't have the answer to that. I told myself I was glad
my older brother was gone. I swore I would never again think of him as my
brother. He was just a perverted sex-obsessed slaveboy.


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It was about three months later when I again found myself face-to-face with
Tar, the big black pony slave who had been in the captain's rooms my first
night at the Winston estate. We were backstage. He was adjusting a small
piece of colorful cloth that covered his cock and balls, while I was
dressing in khaki shorts and shirt.


Tar said something about being sorry that Wally had been sent away. I gave
a smart-alecky reply about never wanting to see Wally again after what he
did to me that night.


The big African grabbed me by the face and forced me to look in his eyes as
he snapped, "You little foolish brat! Didn't you realize Wally was ordered
to put on a show for our master who was watching through the mirrored wall?


"I was there," Tar said emphatically, "when Wally begged the captain not to
make him do those things to you. I was there and heard when the captain
gave a choice - either Wally could take your cherry or else I would be sent
to skewer you hard and deep on my eleven-and-a-half inch pole. Wally wiped
away his tears and went into the room where you were waiting."


The words of the big pony slave were like being struck by lightning. I just
looked at him with my eyes wide and my jaw hanging open.


Rye called for us to hurry up and dress. The captain and his dinner guests
were waiting for the show. It had been explained to me that this would be a
more intimate show than usual - apparently the captain could only invite
friends he was certain wouldn't mind seeing an underage boy perform. Didn't
mind? The audience was made up of perverts who reveled in the sight of my
young body being abused onstage.


It's odd to say that I do not remember the pain of those two big African
cocks pummeling my slim body that night. No physical pain could compare to
the ache I felt over the way Wally and I parted. Since we were both slaves
I knew the likelihood that I would never see my older brother again.


(Chapter 16 returns to Wally's narrative)