Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:57:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Chats: Adopted Twins

MASTER CHAT:
ADOPTED TWINS


By Master Redbeard


"Bob" is a prominent attorney and friend to many in the upper echelons of
the slave trading community. He has kept a record of his Instant Messenger
chats with many of his friends and clients, but has deleted his own
comments from these transcribed conversations. He has changed names and
locations or removed names where appropriate.


Bob's Statement: "I'm releasing these chats to counterbalance the recent
spate of sentimentalist BS supposed-enslavement stories, most of which
paint the owner or slave trader in a harsh and negative light. This may be
an incendiary statement, but I suspect that some of our most prominent
slave-story writers may be closet abolitionists! How is it possible that
slavery enjoys such a high level of support among the American people and
yet the public sees any man who enslaves a younger family member as some
sort of ogre? It's time the public heard the unfiltered comments of the men
who have contributed so much to our way of life by adding prime young stock
to our enslaved population."


(If it's illegal for you to read stories involving homosexual acts or if
you're offended by stories that include family or dominance-submission
scenarios, please go away now. If you can't distinguish reality from
fantasy, please leave and get help asap.)


If you want to contact me please include the title of the story in the
email title line. Flames ignored. Redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com.)


-------------------- A MASTER CHATS WITH BOB: ADOPTED TWINS CHAPTERS 1 & 2
COMBINED (on some other sites, this story is posted in two parts)


By Master Redbeard


I sent you that very quick note a week ago asking you to change my
will. But I need you to change it back. Last week I was all wrapped up
feeling sorry for myself and moaning "how sharper than a serpent's tooth."
Hold it a sec. Is that quote about a woman scorned or about an ungrateful
child?


Well, you know there's no woman in my life but there are my two adorable
sons. They just turned legal age two weeks ago. I'll send you some photos
so you can see for yourself how handsome they are and how they've filled
out so nicely.


That's right. You didn't know me back when I first adopted them. I was
going through an odd period, searching for meaning in my life. I mean, I
had been so hedonistic through my twenties and well into my thirties. I had
all this wealth and was only using it for my own self-indulgence. Not that
there's anything wrong with that. My obnoxious brother said something to me
about finding meaning from his children and (as obnoxious as he may be)
that got my me thinking.


My lawyer back then was Bartleby - very resourceful fellow. You could count
on him to find anything you wanted. Indeed in less than a week he came up
with a perfect situation for me. It seems this very good-looking young
fellow had slid his motorcycle over the edge of a cliff. He left a wife and
two little twin sons. Husband and wife both came from dirt-poor families so
there was nowhere for the poor widow to turn. Besides, she had been a
teenager when she gave birth so she was still virtually a child herself.


Of course the wife's fear was that she would become destitute and that then
she and her children would all be enslaved. She figured the best bet was to
put the children up for adoption. Would you believe in the last century
there was a period when the birth mother might have had a say about who
would get to adopt her kids? There was also all this red tape. We live in
so much more sensible times. Now we understand that the only really
important thing is money! Well most of the money goes to the state, but the
mother got a small set amount.


Once I saw the mother and a picture of the father and got a look at the
boys, I offered the highest bid and the next day I was legally the father
of those two little angels: Jimmy and Timmy.


Oh Damn! Please, IT'S TOO REPULSIVE TO THINK I WOULD'VE MESSED WITH THOSE
BOYS WHEN THEY WERE SO YOUNG. I appreciated that they were very pretty boys
and I often imagined how they'd look when they got to be older. Of course I
knew I had plans for them when they got older. And the time is now. Well,
the time was two weeks ago.


They were young enough when they came to live with me that they had some
vague memories of a life before, but didn't really remember their mother or
father clearly. So I just never told them they were adopted. I think they
suspected. They were always bright boys. I remember Timmy asking me how
come they looked so different from me. I'm so big and hairy and dark and
the two of them were always blond and slim and boyish. I told them that
their mother had been very slim and blond. It was the truth but I'm not
sure how much they accepted that answer.


As far as their school was concerned and as far as their friends were
concerned, I never gave a hint that they were adopted. They took their
proper place in society, playing with friends from the finest families in
Florida. Oh yes, didn't you know I moved to Florida a few years ago. I'd
had the estate here for a long time but decided to bring my family here and
make my home here. And yes the boys go to school right near home. I've
always liked having them living here with me. I've enjoyed having their
friends come over to play and to swim.


But as I was saying, the boys turned legal age two weeks ago. I took them
out to a really fancy dinner the evening before. I even let each of them
have hard liquor. Well, of course they've been drinking wine - I am
civilized after all - but this was the first time I let them have the hard
stuff. I figured they would need it.


Anyway it was close to midnight when we got home and the boys were saying
they needed to get to bed because they had baseball practice the next
day. Well, like I told you, they're kind of short, but they can each run
very fast and have a lot of power in their arms. Yes, very well-toned arms
and legs for sure.


I took the boys into my rooms and nodded to my body slave Rod. Rod was in
on the whole thing and he had two slave cops downstairs in case I needed
them. Anyway, I sat down in my big leather chair and had the two boys stand
in front of me and I started to explain the way things were.


I said to the boys, "I don't wanna make this a big suspenseful build up
where you'll wonder what I'm leading up to. So I want you to know that as
of midnight you are both enslaved for five years." Now I said this in the
sweetest possible way. And then I was all prepared to explain everything to
them calmly and sensibly. But they became instantly hysterical. "Daddy, how
can you do this to us?" "Daddy, I thought you loved us!" They said all the
typical things that you'd expect.


Then Jimmy made a break and ran for the door of my room. Timmy was a little
hesitant, but turned to run in the direction his brother was going. I don't
know where the little brats thought they were going. And I don't know if
they thought I was going to leap up and chase them. I just sat back, took a
sip of my drink, and the next minute each of my boys was being held around
the neck by a slave cop.


Oh yes, those two slave cops looked so manly in their black uniforms. How
do they get that fabric so tight? One was a white guy with a Marine type
buzz cut and the other was a big black guy. I don't know which of them had
a bigger chest or broader shoulders. Yes, as usual for slave cops, I could
see their cocks outlined in the pants. Any other time I would've been
looking for a way to see those cocks in the flesh, but I had other things
to contend with that night.


So each slave cop is holding one of my sons. Without much effort the boys
were stripped to the waist. Those slave cops know just how to pull on a
shirt so the seams give way. Then one, two, three - slave collars are
snapped onto the boys, their elbows were up in the air so their hands could
be cuffed to the D-rings on the back of the collars, and each boy was
hooked onto a frame. Well I usually keep one handy for a slave, but I'd
made sure to have two placed conveniently in my room planning for my sons.


Even though they're twins, they've each developed their own
personality. Timmy was weeping and Jimmy was being strong and stoic, giving
me a very antagonistic look. I told him I hoped I wouldn't have to beat the
free boy attitude out of him. He said something totally uncalled for and I
smacked him hard across the face. Well Jimmy kind of held back tears but
that led to Timmy wailing and saying, "Don't hurt him. Please, Daddy, don't
hurt him."


Well, there are some things you just have to do. I raised my hand in a
threatening way to Timmy and said, "I'll let it go this time. But from now
on I'm not 'Daddy' I am Sir or Master. Do you understand, boy?" I spoke to
him in the same tone of voice I'd use to speak to any slave boy. He
whimpered and looked down and mumbled, "Yes, Master." I've gotta tell you
my cock sprang up in my pants when I heard that.


Jimmy was turned away with a disgusted look on his face. But at that point
I decided I should let it pass and enjoy myself. I mean, why does a man
give himself new slaves, especially cute young slave boys? For enjoyment!
So I started to get a nice feel of the exposed flesh. Their nipples were
all so flat it was a shame. Yes, of course I now have them on tittie
exercises. That's why it's so good to have the two together, because they
work each other's tits. But this was my first time ever rubbing their tits,
one hand on each boy, pinching and then wetting my fingers so they'd slide
around.


Please, don't be vulgar! Of course I never felt them up before. Before that
they were my sons. Certain things are sacrosanct. It's one thing to feel up
a collared slave boy and another to fiddle with your own son. I wouldn't
want to associate with the sort of low-class individual who would molest
his own son. But, as you know, once a boy is enslaved he has no family
anymore. Right?


Of course I leaned in and licked and sucked those tits. Then I moved my
tongue to the armpits. Went from one boy to the other and back again. Oh
their flesh was delicious, so fresh and all-boy. Now, here's something kind
of cute. Both of them started giggling uncontrollably when I licked their
underarms. Apparently both boys were ticklish there. I was just having a
grand time.


Well of course I stuck my hand down into their pants. No boners. Some boys
react to being nervous by going stiff and some react by shriveling up. I
knew both boys had good-size rods for their age. Frankly, I hadn't seen
their bare dicks in many years. But boys like that pop boners all over the
place and I had certainly noticed. But, as for them not being stiff - well,
I knew the boys were pretty-much confirmed heterosexuals.


They were hanging so their toes were barely touching the floor. So there
was no need to shackle their feet. They couldn't kick or anything. I quite
enjoyed pulling down their pants. Everything was in stereo. I felt up their
balls reaching fingers up the legs of their boxers both at the same time. I
reached into the backs of their boxers and fingered their cracks. Once
again I did it to them both at once.


No in fact I don't like boxers on boys of that age. A couple of years ago
they insisted on switching from briefs to boxers and swore that boys at
school would make fun of them if they kept wearing white briefs. You can't
always control how your son dresses. But, as you know, you can have total
control over how your slave boy dresses.


The boys seemed to calm down and almost accept their position once I was
feeling them up in their boxer shorts. Or at least they ran out of
steam. So I tried to have a calm rational discussion with them. I started
off by telling them that they were adopted. Timmy looked at Jimmy with an
expression that said, "I told you so."


Then I explained that I'd been a good father to them. I'd spent all sorts
of money to make sure they had the best of everything. They went to the
best schools, had the best electronics, the best clothes, and the best
vacations. I explained to them that in return for all I'd given them I had
always counted on them serving me for five years.


Jimmy starts up with, "But, D-dad..." then quickly corrects himself to say,
"But, Master, we aren't..." Oh, it seemed like it was taking him forever
before he said the word "gay." I know the sort of words the boys use and I
guess he was being particularly sensitive not to offend me. I made note of
that to his credit.


Well of course the boys knew about my sexuality. I've always been very free
around my home. The boys have walked in on me more than once fucking a
slave boy. Hell, I fuck slave boys in the kitchen or by the pool or
wherever it strikes my fancy. I'd been even more open about getting
blowjobs. Plus, they know I've had boyfriends over the years and that I'd
never dated any women. So they knew I was into sex with guys. They'd also
heard me expound on the natural uses for cute young boy slaves. Add to that
the fact that I was feeling their dicks inside their boxers as I was
speaking to them.


But I said to them right then and there, "Well, I never interfered with you
boys or molested you or tried any funny business with you."


Timmy whimpered, "B-but you're doing it now..." Then he quickly added the
word "Master."


I peeled down both pairs of boxer shorts. I managed to manipulate both boys
to get them stiff. I just smiled at them and said, "Well, sure, you're
slave boys now. And blond slave boys young and pretty like you are gonna be
used as sex slaves."


They both started bawling in unison. "But we only like girls. But you can't
do that to us." Well that was the last straw for me. I grabbed Jimmy firmly
around his body and started smacking his exposed ass cheeks. Oh, yeah, you
wouldn't believe how hard those muscles are but how soft the skin is. You
bet, I'm gonna try as long as possible to keep from leaving cane marks or
whip marks on that creamy flesh. But I was just so angry with them at that
point I went from one to the other, spanking as hard as I could. I didn't
want to wear out my hand on one of them, so I kept going back and forth.


I was hollering at them. I was telling them, "I could've enslaved you for
twenty years. I could've enslaved you for life." Then I started really
flying off the handle. I told them that from what I knew about their
father, if that man had lived he probably would've sold the boys into
slavery as soon as they turned legal age. I didn't stop there. I was
telling the boys how much boy brothels would pay for twins, especially of
their age and with their looks.


Honestly, their father could've retired in luxury on the money he would've
gotten selling those boys into lifetime enslavement. If that father of
theirs had enslaved them, it certainly would've been for life and they
certainly would've ended up in some boy brothel in Florida or Las Vegas.


This got the boys pretty shaken up. I showed them the paperwork I had
prepared. I have a college fund in place for them so they can go to any
college they choose after the enslavement is over. Of course I made a bunch
of wild threats. I told them maybe I should get rid of the college fund,
maybe I should just make their enslavement permanent, maybe I should just
sell them to some brothel where they'd have to service dozens of men a day.


Maybe I had gone a little too far with the threats. You don't think so?
After all, deep down these were the boys I had raised and cared for all
those years. There was no way I'd enslave the boys for life and no possible
way I'd ever wanna see them in one of those awful brothels. I figured with
five years they'd get a late start at college, but they wouldn't be so old
as to be totally out of place. Yes, when I said "legal age" of course I was
referring to Florida. I figure it was for the best that they start the five
years earlier rather than later.


That was a good time for Rod to start shaving the boys. Yes, I mentioned
Rod before. He's my body slave. I just sat back and enjoyed the scene. I
pulled out my cock and stroked it right in front of the boys. They were
ticklish when he got rid of their armpit hair. There was some there. Just a
bit. It was virtually invisible to the naked eye since it was so white
blond and so thin.


Yeah, I thought it was important that I display my cock and show it off to
the new slaves. It didn't take much to remove the hair from around the
boys' pricks. I had him shave their balls in case there was any fuzz there
and also so the boys would get used to being handled like that and being
vulnerable. I personally inspected their cracks and holes. No need for any
shaving there.


I carried on a conversation with Rod as he gave the boys enemas. Yeah, I
kept the boys' hands cuffed to the backs of their collars. And Rod is big
enough to handle each of the twins, at least individually. So I asked Rod
what he'd been enslaved for. I knew the answer and the twins also knew, but
I wanted to hear it. So Rod said, "I had sex with my girlfriend but then
she claimed I forced her, Master."


"And did you ever have sex with a guy before you were enslaved, Rod?"


"No, Master. I was totally straight." He's saying this as he's shoving a
greased nozzle up Timmy's tight little anus.


Then I had him go into detail about how he learned to suck dick and take it
up the ass. Actually, I was the first one up that bubble butt of his. I'm
willing to pay a premium for a boy with a cherry ass. But I do appreciate
that a boy have some experience with his lips and throat before I take
possession. Well, I won't lie - it was an extra thrill knowing I was going
to have my twins as completely virgin as any two boys had ever been.


Well, of course I mean virgin with men. I know they had each fucked their
girlfriends from school. Well, I know because I accidentally walked in on
both of them in the act. Well, it was sort of an accident. I did get a nice
view of both their little round butts moving up and down. Whatever. I knew
I'd get a lot more chances at those little round butts.


So I watched and I masturbated as both those boys got cleaned out good
inside. I had stripped down naked by the time they were finished. It was
the first time the twins had seen me like that: bare ass naked and stroking
my erection.


Then I had Rod hold each of them one at a time as I used that special
device they have nowadays to insert the identification chip just below the
left armpit. Once a slave knows he can be tracked by GPS, he knows there's
no escape. I could see each of the boys was pretty nervous and
frightened. Damn, with the hair gone and those slim bodies they looked even
younger than their actual age. And my cock was as stiff as it had ever been
in my life.


I handed my two new slaves pairs of white briefs. When they were free boys
they were embarrassed to wear tighty whities like that. But now they were
happy to cover themselves. I took off the handcuffs, but the boys knew that
there was a slave cop outside each entrance to my suite of rooms. So they
weren't going anywhere.


You know I've always enjoyed games. So I announced to the boys that I
wanted them to play strip wrestling. Each boy only had on a collar and a
pair of white briefs. I wanted them to wrestle around on the floor. The one
who managed to remove the white briefs completely off the body of the other
boy would be the winner. I then explained that the loser was going to be
fucked in the ass and in the mouth as soon as the wrestling match was over.


Jimmy stood thinking for a moment and then said, "And what if we don't
wrestle... Master?" He put a nasty little twist on the word Master, but I
just grinned at him and replied. "If that's the way you feel Jimmy I'd
suggest that Timmy grab your briefs and pull them all the way down right
now."


Well, Timmy, who is usually the shy and weaker one, did as I said and
grabbed at his brother's briefs and tugged them down. Jimmy turned to Timmy
but with the briefs tangled below his knees, he tripped. Then the two boys
were on the floor rolling around together. Of course I'd seen the boys
wrestle before, but never naked like this and with their asses literally on
the line. Both pairs of briefs were soon tangled around their ankles and
each boy was trying to pull the one small article of clothing off the other
boy.


It delighted me to see that both boys had erections as their bodies were
sliding and pressing into each other. Timmy got Jimmy's briefs almost all
the way off, so that the cotton was just tangled round one foot. But Jimmy
got the best of him and waved Timmy's briefs up in the air. Then they
looked into each other's eyes and Jimmy whispered, "I'm so sorry, bro."


Rod could've easily gotten Timmy over the leather horse, but I made Jimmy
help him. I used the slave prod on Jimmy one time, just set at 5%, when he
didn't want to strap down his brother. That sure got him obedient. Once
Timmy was strapped around his arms and legs, leaning forward over the
horse, I put Rod to work licking out Timmy's asshole.


Yes of course it would have made sense for Jimmy to lick his brother's
butthole. But my priority was getting the hole lubricated and getting that
anal passage massaged and excited. Don't worry, I had them sucking my sperm
out of each other's assholes soon enough. But you're getting me ahead of
myself here.


I ordered Jimmy to fuck his twin brother. OK, I'll admit it. No matter how
much I might have wanted to, I just couldn't treat the two of them as if
they were just any other new slaves. My cock is certainly longer than
Jimmy's and very much thicker than what the boy has. Well, yes, they're
twins, their cocks are pretty much identical. I'm just referring to Jimmy
because he's the one who would do the fucking first.


Jimmy didn't want to fuck his brother. I just held up the slave prod and
looked at him grimly and he got the idea. But then he was all, "Master,
forgive me, but I don't think I can get stiff to put it in a boy's butt." I
put Rod to work so that the experienced slave was soon alternating between
wetting Timmy's asshole and wetting Jimmy's cock. Of course Jimmy had a
throbbing boner soon enough.


I couldn't resist getting my hands on both of them - spreading a virgin ass
with one hand and guiding a rock-hard teen prick with the other. I
positioned Jimmy and pushed him in. Then I quickly moved around to the
other end and ordered Timmy to start licking. Man my cock was dripping by
that time.


Now it was Timmy's turn to balk at a command. I touched the slave prod to
his underarm. Yes, don't you realize what happened? With Jimmy's dick
inside Timmy, the electric shock went through both boys. Jimmy was cursing
at his brother for getting them both zapped that way. I warned Jimmy about
slaves cursing and he turned white as a ghost apologizing.


Everything went smooth after that. Timmy's tongue licked all the pre-cum
off my dick head and then I slid it right in. Of course he gagged the first
time. But I have one of those wonderful neck supports on this leather
horse. It's well worth the price. It positions the slave's face and neck in
a straight line so you can slide your cock right into the throat. Well, I
had to instruct Timmy to swallow as I thrust forward and his eyes went so
wide when he realized how deep into his neck my cockhead had gone.


That boy got a real throat fucking, believe me. My hands were all over both
of them and I was just drinking in the whole scene. Damn, there's only one
first time you know. And these weren't just some pretty slaves I'd picked
up at a Bodoni & Felch Wild Pups Sale. These were my boys! I'd helped strip
them out of their free boy clothes less than an hour before.


When I shot that load, I had to massage Timmy's throat. The kid was so
shocked he didn't even start swallowing. He could've choked. I had saved up
for two days. Yes, I'm the same age as you are. Well, I don't know about
you but I need to relieve my balls twice a day. So I had quite a bit to
feed to my adorable Timmy. Jimmy unloaded up his brother's butt and we all
needed a long moment to catch our breaths.


I sat on the bed, one boy on each knee, and gave them some lessons in
tongue kissing. Sure, each of them had kissed their girlfriends like
that. But I'm sure it's different for a teenage straight boy to kiss a
teenage girl and then to kiss a big hairy bearded man like me. Whichever
boy I wasn't tongue kissing at any given time was assigned to lick and suck
on my nipples. I love to have them sucked on and even bitten and I wanted
the two of them to learn.


Hell, yeah, I had always dreamed of having both nipples chewed on at the
same time. Now, with my identical twins I can get the action in
stereo. Yeah, stereo, I made that reference before. Damn! I don't know if I
can go back to having just one slave boy at a time after this.


Well, of course I kept the boys busy for the rest of the night. I had Jimmy
bend over the horse for Timmy to fuck. Then I got on top and Timmy was the
middle of a sandwich. Yeah, I had looked forward to that a long time. You
don't know what it's like, counting down the days to that special
birthday. Looking at one of the boys bent over, his pants riding up into
his crack, and thinking, "Just two more months and I'll be inside where
it's tight and moist and warm." Believe me, I was not let down.


I got inside Jimmy also before the night was over. I had him on his back
with his legs wrapped around my waist. I kept teasing him that I was
fucking him just the way a husband would fuck his pretty virgin
bride. Tears were streaming down his face and I was just licking those
tears away. He didn't seem to appreciate my tongue on his face.


I could've let them sleep in the bed with me and ended the night on a
tender note, but I knew that would send the wrong message. So I ordered
them to suck out each other's bottom holes. Well, their butts were filled
with each other's sperm and their master's sperm. They hated that. I
actually had to give them each another zap with the slave prod. But they
had to learn their role as slaves.


They slept together in a cage that night. It was a tight fit, but that was
the way I wanted it. Their legs and bodies were intertwined and their dicks
were pressed into each other. I could walk by and stick a finger through
the bars of the cage and up either of their greasy rectums. It was good.


So what happened a week ago that got me so pissed off?


Well, of course I was enjoying the slave boys each day. I also had them
start an exercise program and put them to work to help build up their
muscles. They're awfully cute now. But I've got them for five years. Three
years from now I'd like them to be hunky and tan with muscles in all the
right places.


No, I would never consider selling them to a brothel. Well OK maybe I
considered it, but we'll get to that part of the story. These are the boys
I raised as my sons for all those years and I still have tender feelings
for them. Yes, I know that makes things complicated between a master and a
slave.


A week after their enslavement, I decided it was time to have a little
coming out for the boys. You know me, with most new slave boys I would've
had a big party two days after I'd taken the slave's cherry and had the boy
servicing a string of men. But, like I said, I had tender feelings for
Timmy and Jimmy.


I wanted to make their introduction to other men be something special for
them. I only invited two guests. You know Warren, don't you? He's such a
good friend. When he was young he was such a gorgeous hunk. He says the
problem is glandular. I think the problem is just too much cake and ice
cream. Yes, he's more enormous now than ever. I don't know how long it's
been since he's seen that dick of his. But it's a big one and he can still
use it without much problem.


My other guest was Steve. I don't think you know him, but you ought
to. He's quickly become the biggest slave trainer in the south. It's a
crazy story. Rumor has it he used to be a slave himself. Well, what does it
matter, I don't believe the stories - although he does have muscles like a
hard labor slave. I think he just made up these stories to enhance his
mysterious image as a trainer and get rich fools to pay his exorbitant
fees.


Steve can be very intense sexually. He has a reputation for being rough
with slaves. He's built like a football team linebacker. He's not that much
younger than you and me, but he has sure kept himself in shape. I always
think his shoulders and chest are gonna rip through his clothes. He fancies
wearing either jeans or these leather pants that show off his tackle and he
has black hair sticking out of his shirt collar and out of his sleeves. The
first time I had Steve over to use the swimming pool, I thought he was
wearing a black wool jumpsuit.


Warren and Steve have been coming around to my house for many years. When
the boys were little they sat on Steve's lap and Warren used to read
bedtime stories to them. The boys always called them Uncle Warren and Uncle
Steve. But that was years in the past.


Now after the last week as slaves the boys were used to sucking and getting
fucked, drinking piss, licking ass, all the things you expect of an
obedient slave boy. I figured Warren and Steve would be perfect. They
weren't strangers to the boys. I knew the boys liked both of them.


You have to understand, I hadn't told Warren and Steve about enslaving the
boys, although we had talked about it in theory over the years and I knew
both of them thought the boys were very appealing. So I invited Warren and
Steve to dinner, telling them I had a surprise for them after dinner and
they should be prepared to help with a slave's coming out. Of course Steve
asked "Is the slave cute?" Damn, if the slave wasn't cute enough, Steve
could just sit it out. So there was a lot of anticipation during dinner and
the two of them wanted to know where I'd bought the new slave and what he
looked like. I wouldn't divulge anything.


After dinner I took my two guests onto the garden porch - it's screened in
and lovely on a warm night. Timmy and Jimmy were on the porch just standing
there in their baseball uniforms. Warren and Steve greeted the boys as they
always would have. But the boys responded by bowing their heads, as they
were told to do. I went over, pulled back each of their shirts to reveal
the slave collars and said, "Gentlemen, meet my two newest slaves."


You should've heard my two guests. First they thought it was a joke and
then they doublechecked did I really mean for them to sex up my blond
twins. "The boys have gotten plenty of their master's dick for the last
week. It's time they learned how to please some other men."


Steve went to Jimmy and Warren went to Timmy. I'm not sure if that was by
choice or if it just happened to be the sides they were on. Now usually in
a slave's coming out, you have to share one slave between a lot of men. But
in this case each of my friends had their own adorable blond slave boy.


This was the first time I was watching the boys being used by other men. I
had pretty much come to terms with the fact that the blond twins who were
my adopted sons were now slaves, no longer my sons. But watching the twins
being sexed up by my two best friends all I could see were my sons being
manhandled by Uncle Warren and Uncle Steve.


Gee, I'm surprised that last remark came out of me. Y'know, maybe that was
what the boys were feeling? Warren made a point about that. Maybe that's
why the evening ended up going so badly?


But Warren and Steve were just going at it like starving men in a candy
store. They were very different, of course. Warren just pressed Timmy to
his huge body and was kissing the boy for all he was worth. His tongue was
licking at the boy's face and shoving deep into the boy's mouth. His hands
were shoved up the boy's shirt and down the boy's pants.


Steve had a very different style. The first thing he asked was whether I
minded if he ripped the baseball uniform. Well, I didn't care. I had only
taken the uniforms out of storage because I thought it would add zing to
this night. By the time the boys were released from slavery, none of their
former clothes would fit them anyway.


So Steve rips open Jimmy's shirt without bothering with any of the
buttons. He pulls up the dark blue undershirt that's part of the baseball
team uniform. And he starts to bite at the boy's tits. Jimmy is calling out
in pain. For a second I wanted to tell Steve to take it easy. But then I
remembered, these aren't my sons anymore, these are slave boys who need to
learn how to serve men. So I just let Jimmy scream. Steve looked up from
the boy's tits and grinned when he said, "Delicious."


You wouldn't believe the red marks and the teeth indentations on Jimmy's
chest after just a few minutes of Steve on his tits. Then Steve whispered
something into the boy's ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but a
few words popped up, something about "slow spit roasting" and "eating for
dinner." Whatever Steve had said, Jimmy began to sob hysterically. Totally
unlike him, he'd been the stoic one. But his face was all covered with
tears and snot and he was howling like real "boo hoo hoos." This seemed to
be the effect Steve wanted.


Meanwhile Warren was caressing Timmy so tenderly and kissing the boy deeply
as he stripped him piece by piece. Warren sweats a lot and it looked like
his clothes were already sweated through and Timmy was getting soaked with
the big man's sweat. His hammy hand is pushing inside Timmy's baseball
uniform, tugging the clothes off the slim body.


Warren is groaning about, "Feeling up such a pretty boy. Stripping you down
and feeling you up." When Timmy calls him "Master," Warren says, "No, no,
boy. Call me Uncle Warren." Well, if that's what he wanted, that's his
prerogative. But of course that's what Timmy used to call Warren just a few
years before.


When Timmy is stripped totally naked, Warren rolls on his back and
commands, "OK, boy, strip me and worship my body." I had to hold back my
laughter. Warren looked like a beached whale lying on his back with that
huge belly sticking up. Timmy just had a horrified look on his face. It was
precious.


Timmy did his best to climb on top of Warren and unbutton the big man's
shirt. What Warren wanted was for the boy to lick out his armpits, to lick
under his pendulous breasts, to lick inside each fold of fat. I wasn't sure
whether there were tears slowly trickling down Timmy's face or whether he
was just glistening from all the perspiration he was sliding against.


At the same time, Jimmy's hands were shaking as he opened Steve's leather
pants. Jimmy's shirt was ripped but he was still wearing the rest of his
baseball uniform. Soon Steve was smacking Jimmy across the face with his
baseball-bat like cock. "You're a straight boy, aren't you?"


"Y-yes, M-master Steve," he whimpered.


Steve lifted the boy from the floor and tossed him over the back of a
couch. He leaned forward over the boy and ripped the shirt free from
Jimmy's shoulders as he bit into the flesh and said, "Call me Uncle
Steve. Yeah, just like Uncle Warren over there, heheh." Then Steve tugged
down the baseball uniform pants without opening the belt.


The powerfully-built man ripped Jimmy's briefs although he could just as
easily have pulled them down. I saw Steve's very large cock sliding up and
down the crack of the slave boy's ass. "Yeah, let's say your dad called for
Uncle Steve and Uncle Warren to look after you boys for the night," Steve
grunted as his big tongue licked at Jimmy's ear, neck and face. "And nasty
old homos like us left alone with such beautiful young athletes - well our
dicks just get the better of us and this is how we end up. What do you say
to Uncle Steve, boy? What does the straight boy say?"


Jimmy's asshole was about to be invaded and I could see it stretching out
to the maximum as the boy yelled out, "Please, Uncle Steve. Please, don't
do this to me. I'm straight, don't..." The end of that sentence got lost in
the strangled yell of pain that Jimmy howled out. When I looked down I saw
that half of Steve's cock was embedded between the boy's creamy ass cheeks.


Steve shoved the rest of his cock all the way in and held Jimmy in his
powerful hairy arms as the boy just sobbed and cried in agony. I could feel
pre-cum leaking out of my dick but I was frozen to the spot for another
reason. In a trembling voice I said to Steve, "Hey, there were times I left
my boys alone with you and Warren. Did you ever...?"


Without missing a beat fucking the tight ass Steve grinned at me and said,
"Don't be stupid, bud. You trusted me with your sons! I'm not about to
molest the free boy sons of a friend. But this is different. Now these are
slave boys." He bit into Jimmy's shoulders so deep that he drew blood.


I looked over at Warren and found that he had Timmy's head down between his
voluminous thighs. Timmy was licking behind Warren's balls and the fat man
was doing his best not to crush the small blond teenager.


Steve was biting Jimmy's ear and grunting, "Do you believe I ever raped a
free straight boy like this?"


"N-no!" Jimmy called out. There was a jab to his guts deep inside him and
Jimmy cried, "I don't know." Then with a sob breaking his voice, Jimmy
wailed, "Y-yes, I b-believe it."


Licking at the boy's neck and shoulder, Steve grunted at the boy, "And do
you believe I ever did that other thing I whispered in your ear, boy? Do
you believe I ever took a free straight boy and...?"


Once again Jimmy was bawling out of control. I pulled out my cock and
stuffed it in Jimmy's mouth, face fucking him in a frenzy. Steve slammed
into the boy's ass and his cock seemed to be hammering the boys insides as
he shot his jizz deep inside that hole. I couldn't hold back and
immediately collapsed on top of the pretty blond slave's head shooting my
load down his throat.


I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen to my brain. But my
attention was drawn to Warren's loud moans. He had Timmy clasped between
his thighs and was pushing the boy's face against his spread asshole. He
grabbed the boy by the ears and impaled that pretty face onto his thick
erection.


Timmy was struggling as Warren wrapped his legs around the young slave and
started to mouth fuck him. The way the boy's body was flailing around my
dick just sprung up stiff again. I grabbed Timmy's legs and shoved my boner
into his ass.


The boy was making gurgling sounds as Warren rammed into his face and I
rammed into his butthole. I was concerned whether he was getting enough
air, but I figured as long as his arms and legs were waving frantically he
was not suffocating. Warren sounded like a foghorn when he shot into the
boy's mouth and that was all it took for me to give the boy a load up the
ass. Horny as I am I usually don't shoot two loads in such a short period
of time. There was one scary moment where Timmy seemed to be lying totally
still, but I pushed Warren off him and pumped on his chest till he started
breathing again.


So, like I'm saying, this was a really hot night. I was feeling great and
both of my friends had looks of absolute delight on their faces. I was all
ready to reward the two slave boys. They had really made me proud.


So Steve, Warren and I were all congratulating each other and marveling at
how much fun we'd had. I turned to the boys and ordered them to come and
clean off our cocks. Naturally, that's the order any master would give at a
time like that. Right?


The two of them are huddled together on the floor holding each other. Both
of them are still crying a little bit. Jimmy turns to me and opens his
mouth and says, "Fuck you, you evil old pervert!"


I raised my hand and smacked him so he fell backwards and I shouted, "I
could have you bullwhipped to death you filthy little slave."


Now I told you that Timmy is the sweeter, more timid boy, but now Timmy
looked up at me and said, "Do it! Bullwhip us to death. I'd rather be dead
than have filthy homos...." Steve grabbed the boy and tossed him halfway
across the room.


But neither of those boys would let up. And the things they were
saying. "You never loved us. You never cared about us. You never wanted us
to be your sons. You just wanted us for your pervert homo cock."


Well I said earlier that I had a problem because I wasn't treating them as
rough as I'd normally treat a new slave. I had mixed feelings because part
of me still thought of them as the sons I had raised. But, this was too
much. It would have been bad enough if they had done this to me, their
master, but to do this in front of my friends. Have you ever heard of a
master being as humiliated as this by a slave?


I was wishing Warren and Steve would go, but they wanted to stay for the
punishment. The two of them helped me bring the blonds out to the backyard
and place them in some punishment frames. I ordered Rod to wake all the
slaves and gather them so they could watch. Then I found a hard wooden
paddle.


Well of course you ask why not a whip. I turned to the rest of the slaves
and addressed that. I told the slaves that these two new slaves deserved a
bullwhip. It wasn't that I was sparing the bullwhip out of sympathy for
them. I told the assembled slaves that I did not want to lower the price
for the boys since I intended to sell them to a brothel as soon as I could
make a deal.


At that moment in time that's exactly what I intended to do. I guess it's
to everybody's good fortune this was the middle of the night or I might
have signed a contract handing the twins over to Bodoni & Felch within the
hour. I pounded those asses with that wooden paddle. Then I took a leather
paddle and slapped at those cheeks. They were red, they were bruised, they
were swollen, but I knew the marks would heal with time. Well, you know
that a good bullwhip will leave a permanent scar, and nobody wants that on
a brothel slave's ass.


I called Rod out of the group of slaves and asked him to speak to me
truthfully and tell what the slaves had thought about my former sons, Jimmy
and Timmy. I had to coax him but then he blurted out, "Those kids were so
arrogant and smug, master. They acted like us slaves weren't even there."


Well, I couldn't leave the boys with just the paddling. Since I hadn't
given them the bullwhip, they needed to face something more. So I told Rod
to take the two boys into the slave quarters and have the slaves use them
for their pleasure. I then announced that they were to lock the slave
toilets. The two boys would serve as slave toilets for the night.


Jimmy and Timmy were sobbing and shivering being surrounded by the
slaves. I turned just before I went into the house and announced that once
all the slaves in the barracks had finished with them, the boys were to be
delivered to the dray slaves in the stables. Well the dray slaves are huge
monsters of men, oversized everywhere, so rough and calloused. I figured
they'd appreciate something as soft and sweet as my blond twins.


And that was the point when I sent you that terse message telling you to
change my will. I had determined that I wouldn't free the boys ever, I
would dissolve the college fund, well you got the message, you know.


What made me change my mind? Well, the next morning the boys were so
subservient to me. They never looked up from the floor. I knew they were in
pain from the paddling and all the sex, but they hopped to every
command. Rod told me later on that in addition to the sex, the other slaves
talked sense to Timmy and Jimmy. It turned out to be good exposing the boys
to the slave barracks.


Then Warren showed up mid-morning and he was crying. He's such a
sentimental old fool. He couldn't bear the thought of me permanently
enslaving the boys. He hadn't been able to sleep thinking about those sweet
young things sold to some brothel. He brought up the idea that maybe he and
Steve had played with the boys' heads and their feelings unfairly. "Maybe
having them call us Uncle Warren and Uncle Steve was too much," Warren said
shyly.


I called in the two slave boys and asked Warren to repeat most of what he
said. I didn't want him to include the part about feeling to blame. It's
not good for a slave to get in his head that a free man might be to blame
for a slave's faults. But the boys saw how Warren pleaded for them; how he
wanted them freed and sent to college in five years. He even talked about
getting them each cars when they went away to college, but I cut him
off. Again, that's not a good thing for a slave to start getting into his
head.


The two boys were on the floor kissing Warren's shoes. He was so thrilled
he popped a boner in his pants and the boys took turns sucking him off. The
rest of the week went off without a hitch. The two of them learned to groom
each other and to give each other enemas. "Suck my sperm out of your
brother's ass?" "Yes, Master."


I agree with what you're saying. The things they shouted at me in the
presence of my two friends were really awful. It's not an easy thing for a
master to let slide. That's why I didn't call you until today.


Today I decided it was time for the ultimate test. It seems their former
baseball team was playing in the finals. I know how much it meant to the
boys. So I dressed them in fresh white slave briefs, had them cuffed,
shackled and caged, and took them over to the baseball field to see the
game.


Well their old coach was so glad to see the boys. He couldn't take his eyes
off them. Actually, he couldn't take his hands off them either. He was so
shy about asking whether he could "show the boys the old supply room." I
grinned and winked and told him to pick one of the boys and take him to the
old supply room for as long as he liked. He came back half an hour later
with a huge smile and I could see jizz dripping down the back of Jimmy's
smooth legs.


The team won the game and everyone wanted to celebrate. The coach reminded
the boys that they had to shower and change. I offered my two slaves to
help their former teammates to shower. The other dads who were there knew
just what I was really offering to their sons. I saw the envious look the
men were giving their boys.


Of course since they were using my slaves I went into the locker room to
look after things. The coach invited me. Very nice fellow, he came and
watched as well. The boys were a little timid with me there but one of them
got up the courage to ask if Jimmy and Timmy really sucked cock. I told all
of them that they should find out for themselves how well the boys sucked
cock and how nice those asses were also. That's all it took and the
floodgates were open.


I knew that Jimmy and Timmy didn't like it, especially not when the boys
younger than them were dick slapping their faces. Each slave boy was bent
over a bench with boys using their mouths at one end and their butts at the
other.


There was this one really well built boy with curly light brown
hair. Apparently he had become captain of the team after Jimmy was no
longer there. He just dropped his towel coming out of the shower showing
off how nicely muscled his young body was. He slid his boner right into the
former team captain's mouth.


Some other boy said, "Wow, Wally, you should feel how nice his ass is
around a dick."


Wally would have none of that. He just closed his eyes and said, "I ain't a
queer. At least with a mouth I can pretend Janie is sucking me."


The coach saw the way I was watching Wally's ass tensing and relaxing as he
fucked my slave boy's mouth. He also saw the way I was playing with my dick
with a hand in my pocket. He came over and whispered to me that Wally's
father was being indicted for insider trading and that from everything he
heard he figured Wally would be on the auction block within a month.


It just so happens that Steve's birthday is just a little more than a month
from now. And that boy would be just perfect for Steve. Also being such a
good friend Steve and I always share our slaves. I've already put in an
advance bid at Bodoni & Felch for the curly-haired boy. The boy isn't
actually listed yet, but they also anticipate having him in stock.


Oh, I got off the track talking about the team and about that boy with
curly brown hair, didn't I?


The point is just that Jimmy and Timmy must have hated every minute of
servicing their former teammates, but they did all that was asked of
them. They didn't show any free boy attitude. I figured after that I'd
better get in touch with you right away and make sure you changed back my
will.


You know that my brother is an asshole, right? I couldn't bear the thought
that if anything suddenly happened to me that overfed jerk and his fat
children would take possession of Jimmy and Timmy as slaves, sell them to
the highest bidder - which would certainly be some BDSM boy brothel - and
the twins would never be freed.


Call me an old softy, but even though they're slaves now I still think of
them as my boys. I know that one of these days I'll be at their college
graduation. I expect I'll see each of them married to some pretty
girl. When they start to have kids then I'll have grandsons. Jeez, I bet
those grandsons will be real beauties.


OK, I'll let you get back to work. What's that? You never made the changes
I had asked for in my will a week ago? Oh, you ignore client requests that
come at 4 a.m. on a weekend night? That's probably a good policy.