Small Town Slave Boy Reboot
This story is a reboot of the original Small Town Slave Boy story.
This story will be found in the gay/authoritarian subcategory. Despite being tangentially connected to the College Magic Series,
there are no supernatural elements in this story.
Dylan Morgan is the son of a homophobic minister named Craig Morgan. He is one of four children in the Morgan household, not including their cousin Kieran who came to stay with the family when he lost his parents at the age of 12. This story tells of his life and how he became a slave to his best friend Kurt Groth. He has a sister Elizabeth who is seven years older than him, a brother Donald who is four years older than him and another brother Thomas who is two years younger than him. His cousin Kieran is one year older than him.
Dylan is a small boy and will grow to be a small man. He is a cute kid, but he's skinny and lacks any sense of self-worth. He also has a small penis, which is a source of embarrassment for him. Unlike his brothers and his sister, he is gay. Much of his trauma and lack of self-esteem come from the fact that his authoritarian father made it clear from his words and his actions that he hated gay people and thought they were tools of Satan.
This story is mostly told from Dylan's point of view, but occasionally the point of view shift to another character. The text will always tell you when there has been a shift in POV.
There will be scenes of dominance and submission, as well as some bondage and domination, and a little light masochism, but this is not a story of objectification, and it's not a one-sided story. It's a love story with D/s and BDSM elements.
There will be some non-consensual scenes in later chapters, non-consensual in the sense that the main characters will choose to engage in some activities to avoid being outed too early, but the activities between the principal characters are consensual.
For those who appreciate this kind of story read on; others be
forewarned.
This story is fantasy. In the real-world consent is not only
important, but also sexy.
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While this storyline is designed to mostly
stand alone, you may have a better idea about some of the background if you
read The Alchemist and Alchemy and Songcraft, since Kieran
Morgan is a principal character in both story lines. This story stands alone, however.
When these characters interact with the characters in College Magic, the entire
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I just reviewed the first four chapters and
was shocked to discover that every one of them needed another round of editing
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missing word errors. I am correcting the master copies, but don't know if I'll
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Small Town Slave Boys Chapter 5 (A Secret Gets Out)
Dylan
When I woke up in the morning, I could feel Kurt's almost ten inches pushing against me. I crawled under the sheet and moved between his legs. He was breathing slowly so I thought he was still asleep. I took hold of his huge cock. Damn, I thought. Steven was right. Kurt's cock was a monster. He'd once told me that he preferred the metric system because he was 25 centimeters and that sounded better than nine and seven-eighths inches. I kissed the tip and licked away the precum. I thought that Kurt's cum was delicious, and I took every opportunity I could get to sample it.
I pulled back his foreskin so I could lick around the head. I was fascinated by his foreskin because I didn't have one. I thought it looked natural, and sexy. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the head, still using my tongue to tease his frenum. I couldn't swallow his entire cock. I'd promised myself that I would learn how, but I couldn't do it yet, especially not from this angle. I slowly worked as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, then I took a deep breath and took him partway into my throat. I couldn't help but choke and gag a little, but I held it there as long as I could before I pulled back to take another breath and try it again.
This time, I felt Kurt's hands on my head, not pushing me, just rubbing his hands through my hair in a sign of encouragement. I kept up the rhythm. I'd take a breath and then swallow as much of his cock as I could. When I couldn't hold my breath anymore, or the I started choking too bad, I'd pull back so I could start the cycle all over again. I thought that I was getting a little bit more of his cock down my throat each time, but I couldn't be sure.
When he came, he pulled my head down as far as it would go and held me there while his body tensed beneath me. He moaned and then shouted, "Damn that feels good, Dylan! Take my load right down your throat."
He usually forgot to call me slave boy when he grew too excited. It was at those moments that I thought I was dealing with 100% boyfriend Kurt. He'd turn into Master Kurt again when we were done. I loved this mixture of boyfriend and master.
I was happy that I'd made my master so happy this morning, but I was a little sad because I couldn't taste his load when he shot down my throat. I had to settle for the taste that lingered in the last few drops that I had to suck out of his cock.
Kurt pulled the sheet off so he could see me working on his cock. He tightened his hands in my hair again and held me firm with his dick still in my mouth. "I want to try something else this morning, slave boy," he said. "Keep your mouth on my dick and don't spill a drop."
I'd read enough porn to know what was about to happen. I was curious, even if I wasn't enthused about it. Kurt released a small spurt of urine into my mouth. I did not like the taste, but I swallowed it anyway. He released another small spurt and I swallowed. Each time I swallowed, he released a larger amount. By the end he was pissing non-stop in my mouth, and I was swallowing it down.
Then my master sat up and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor beside the bed. He was back in Master Kurt mode, and my dicklet jumped in anticipation as I scrambled off the bed to kneel in slave position before him.
"You're getting to be fast at that, slave boy. Your master is pleased," he said. "I'm going to start with a couple of questions, and I want you to be honest with me. First, are you still enjoying being my slave?"
"Yes master!" I replied with enthusiasm.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that because I'm still enjoying being your master," he said. "My second question is this. Did you enjoy drinking my piss this morning?"
I swallowed hard and collected my thoughts before replying to this question. "Yes and no, master. I didn't like the taste at all, and I don't like that I can still taste it in my mouth. But I liked doing for you because it was something you wanted and I want to do things you that you want, even if they're not things I want to do."
My master laughed at that answer. "Let me rephrase the question. I want you to drink my piss because it makes me feel powerful to use you in that way, but I'm going to give you a choice because I want my slave to be happy in this relationship as well. Do you want to continue drinking my piss?"
I didn't really think all that long about my answer this time. "I want to keep drinking your piss, master."
He looked at me for a moment and then asked, "Why do you want to do it?"
"I want to do it for you master because it makes you happy and it makes you feel powerful. And you should feel powerful. When I drink your piss, it makes me feel inferior to you, and I like that feeling," I explained.
"Okay then, slave. Drinking my piss will become a regular part of your duties since you gave me a good enough reason to continue," he said. "I'll make sure you always have some breath mints so you don't have to taste it all day, but you should know that I plan to make you meet me in the bathroom at school and drink my piss there as well. I also plan to make you do it in the church bathroom, at the mall, in restaurants and sometimes in my car. Will that embarrass you?"
"Yes master," I replied with a smile, "but I like being embarrassed by you."
"I know you do," he chuckled, "that's because you're a slave boy with tiny little dicklet. You're inferior to me in every way, but for some unknown reason I'm completely in love with you."
He had a big smile on his face the entire time he was speaking. I knew those words were meant to feed into my fantasies, and I appreciated him for saying them, but I also knew that they were true. To him this was a game, but it wasn't to me. From the first time we'd played the Roman slave game, I'd known that this was my destiny, to be kneeling at Kurt's feet and obeying every order he gave me.
"I love you too, master," I said.
Kurt smiled at me again and then he tapped the bottom of my scrotum with his foot, making my hard dicklet bounce up and down. "Have you played with that little dicklet since we went to bed last night?" he asked.
"No master, I haven't played with this dicklet since we went to bed last night," I replied.
"Are you ever going to play with that dicklet again?" he asked.
"No master," I said, "I will never play with this dicklet again."
He bounced my nuts harder on his foot causing me to shudder a little. Then he asked, "Are you aware that I will never play with this little dicklet in order to make you cum, and that I will never give permission for anyone else to play with it in order to make you cum?"
"Yes master, I know that you will never make me cum by playing with this dicklet and you will never give anyone else permission to touch this dicklet in order to make me cum," I replied.
He shook his head and then asked, "Have you ever had anyone suck this dicklet until you came?"
"No master, I have never had anyone suck this dicklet until I came," I admitted.
"And are you aware that I will never suck this dicklet until you cum, and that I will never give another permission to suck this dicklet until you cum?" he asked, spelling it out for me in exquisite detail.
"Yes master. I know that you will never suck this dicklet until I cum and that you will never give another permission to suck this dicklet until I cum," I replied.
"We're almost done with the questions, slave," he said. "Have you ever penetrated anyone with this dicklet?"
I shook my head and replied, "No master I have never penetrated anyone with this dicklet."
Master Kurt leaned forward and asked me, "Are you aware that you will never penetrate anyone with this dicklet?"
I swallowed hard and replied, "Yes master. I understand that I will never penetrate anyone with this dicklet."
He made it clear that my dick ... that is this dicklet on my body that belonged to him ... that it was irrelevant. That I was never going to be using it for my pleasure. That I would find my pleasure in other ways, or rather I would learn to derive pleasure solely from serving my master. And that was the hottest thing I could imagine. I was giving my master control over everything.
Kurt
That got intense really fast. I'd needed to know how far he was willing to go. The answer seemed to be that he was willing to go as far as I was willing to take him. The question that remained for me was how far I was willing to go? This whole slavery thing was exciting as hell, but Dylan seemed even more into it than I was. My cock was hard again just from having this discussion with him, but his dicklet was turning red it was so hard. I was going to have to get him some relief, but without breaking any of the rules we'd just established.
"What do you think I will do if you break one of these rules?" I asked. I really needed to see where his mind would go.
"You'll beat my nuts until they turn blue and then you'll lock me in a cage so I can't get an erection," he said.
Wow! That took me by surprise. I took a deep breath and then said, "No, Dylan. If you break these rules we're done. I can't have a slave who can't follow the rules."
I had no idea what I meant by done. Would I really be willing to give him up, or would I change the rules? Would I be able to settle for having him not as my slave, but just as a submissive boyfriend who needed spanking whenever he broke the rules?
I was shocked when Dylan started crying, not a simple cry with tears coming from his eyes quietly, but a loud ugly sobbing cry. "No master, please!" he begged. "Lock this dicklet up so I can't break the rules. I think I'd die if you threw me out."
That got out of hand fast! I had to find a solution that wouldn't entail going back on my words. Everything I'd read said that I couldn't appear indecisive. I had to speak with purpose and authority.
"Are you begging me to lock this dicklet up so you can't touch it?" I asked. "Do you really want me to take away your erections?"
Dylan nodded his head, his big eyes brimming with tears. "I'll save money and buy a cage, master, but I want you to lock me up. Please do it for me master."
"Okay, slave boy, let me think about it for a while. In the meantime, just follow the rules," I said.
He bent down and kissed my bare feet, sending a jolt running thorough my body. This boy craved submission even more than I craved domination. I wasn't guiding him at that moment, he was guiding me. That's not how it was supposed to be. I had a lot of thinking and planning to do if I was going to remain in charge of this relationship. Given how submissive and possibly masochistic Dylan was proving to be, I couldn't let him be in the lead on this. He could take me someplace we couldn't come back from before I realized where we were going.
I snapped my fingers and pointed at the bed. "Get up on all fours, facing the pillows," I commanded.
I climbed up behind him and gently touched his rosebud, causing him to flinch a little. It was still a little red. "I can't fuck you yet, not until Steven can check you out with the speculum he ordered last night, but I can do this," I said.
Then I leaned forward and licked around the ring of his anus. I saw his puffy rosebud clench tight, but Dylan moaned a little. I probed that tight little hole with my tongue, and he cried out, "Yes! That feels so good master."
I grabbed his hips and buried my face in his little round ass. I can't believe that I'd been resistant until Steve had basically ordered me to eat Dylan's butt. He kept it clean, and it tasted good, better than Alicia's pussy had. Damn! Maybe I'm more gay than bisexual, I thought. I preferred the taste of Dylan's boy pussy over her pussy; I liked his mouth on my cock better than I'd ever liked hers; I liked the feeling of his thin body in my arms more than I did her curvy one; and this boy wasn't afraid of my cock the way she was.
I tongued his hole until it gave up resisting and just opened like a flower. Then I licked his ass, getting my tongue as far inside as it would go. When he was writhing around and hovering on the edge of orgasm, I wet my index finger and stuck it inside him to stroke his prostate. I used my other hand to press against it from the outside. Dylan shrieked in pleasure and his anus clamped down hard on my finger.
When he finished yelling, I pulled my finger out and stuck it my mouth. I made him lick the cum off the sheets where he'd spilled his load. Then, I climbed on to the bed and had him suck my dick again, this time taking his time to bring me to orgasm.
"Now wash the sheets and get cleaned up before joining me upstairs," I ordered.
He gave me a "yes master" and got to work.
Steven was already up. He'd eaten and made coffee, so I poured myself a cup and then heated some lasagna for breakfast. When Dylan joined us, I watched him mix his breakfast shake and made him add two tablespoons of fiber powder to the mix. He knelt at my feet and drank it all. I gave him a list of chores to do and then joined Steve in the basement for a workout on the weight bench.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked.
"After I finished sexting with Damian," he replied. "It's not as good as the real thing, but I can't have him over all the time with Dylan here, not without outing everyone."
I did another set of presses and then asked, "Do you think he'd freak out and tell anyone if he found out about me and Dylan?"
Steven took his place on the bench and cocked his head for a moment, then he pursed his lips and shook his head. "I don't think so," he said. "I think he'd be cool about it, even though you two deviants give kinky a bad name."
"Tell him then," I said. "Bring him over for dinner. I'll have Dylan put some clothes on and we can eat some burgers and then we can make out like two couples on a double date. Have him sleep over and fuck him so hard he screams his lungs out. I'll set Dylan to screaming and we can make a sexy bottom boy concerto."
Steven laughed and said "The way those two boys scream, it would be more like the soundtrack to a horror movie, but why not? If you're sure you don't mind Damian finding out that you're gay."
"Bi," I said, "Thank you very much."
"Fine, bi-boy. Whatever you say, but you did turn down one superhot cheerleader so you could bone the scrawny blond who's upstairs scrubbing out the toilette."
I threw my sweaty towel in his face and said, "That's right, bisexual. I like curvy girls and skinny little boys both, but I think I made this decision based on practical concerns. Once a vagina has stretched to its maximum, there's no place for the rest of my cock to go, but once I bust open Dylan's inner sphincter, he can take all 25 centimeters."
Steven threw the towel back and me and said with a smile, "Big. Mutant. Monster. Dick."
Steven was no slouch in the cock department either. At eight inches he was in the top couple percentiles as well since 98% of cocks out there were seven and half inches or less, but he gave me a hard time about my own cock being too big for any normal person to take. It was all in good fun, but it used to worry me when I was younger. That's why I did so much research on penis size. Now that I knew a rectum could take the full length, I was glad I was bi.
After Dylan finished all his work and the house was clean and beautiful, I called him into the living room. He didn't need to be told. He knelt in front of me with his knees spread, his back straight and his hands interlaced behind his neck. He was doing a good job and I didn't know whether to be pleased or annoyed that he had made no infractions so far. If this continued, I wouldn't be able to spank him tonight.
"I bought you some presents, slave boy," I said, reaching into a bag to pull out the first gift. It was a three pack of jocks in bold colors, blue, red, and green. He opened the package and examined them.
"You're going to wear these as underwear from now on," I said. "I don't want you wearing any other kind of underwear from now on."
"Yes master," he said. Then I helped him stand up so I could make sure he knew how to the put them on. I'd judged the size right (boys XL 12) and they fit him snug and tight.
Then I handed him a pack with three more jocks, this time in black, gray, and white. That would give him six pairs. He could afford to not change at least one day during the week . My slave boy was cute standing there in a tiny red jock, his small penis tenting the pouch.
"Turn around and let Steven see you," I demanded, and Dylan spun in a circle, flouncing his arms. I couldn't believe his parents didn't know he was gay, or maybe he was too restrained around them and only felt free to be himself when he was with me.
Then I pulled out a dark blue knit shirt dress. Dylan took it from my hands tentatively and held it up. "I know that it's technically a dress, but it looks a lot like an ancient Roman tunic," I said. "I'm going to have Brenda Wheeler alter them for us. She's the one who does the outfits for the Renaissance Fair. So, let's try it on."
I helped him get it on over his head and let it hang loose. Steven nodded his head and said, "It looks good, but you're going to want it to be a lot shorter."
"I know," I replied, "and I'm going to want to have some embroidery done to look like a meander pattern around the hem. The sleeved need to be removed so it looks like a slave tunic and the I want her to put a vee neck in."
"Can I see how it looks, master?" Dylan asked.
"Right after I cinch it," I replied, pulling out a simple canvas belt with two d-rings in the end.
Once I had it cinched, it looked like a tunic that came down just below his knees. We went into the basement and looked into the full-length mirror near the weight benches. Dylan seemed a little skeptical until Steven and I lifted the hem up to that it came only a third of the way to his thighs.
"I can see it now, master," Dylan smiled. "It won't look like a dress when its shorter and the sleeves are gone."
"Right. I got you a second one that's green. I'm going to get bigger ones so we can all wear a tunic when we have our Roman dinner. Only slaves will be showing their butts in their tunics, however," I said, sliding my hand up his thigh and smacking his butt cheeks.
"Thank you, master!" Dylan said. "I'll be dressed like a proper slave."
"You will," I said, "but I had to get you something for when we don't want to scare the guests."
I pulled out the remainder of the clothes I'd ordered. There were two pairs of 1970s style men's booty shorts, one pair in pink and the other in lavender. I'd discovered that men used to wear these when they went running. It made me think I'd been born a few decades too late. I bought two sleeveless tee-shirts for him to wear with them. One was light green, and the other was light gray. I figured that he could mix and match them.
"You'll have to wear these tonight because we have company coming over for dinner, and I don't want to scare him off," I said. "Steven is trapped here with us and has been afraid to have his boyfriend over because he didn't want to out us, but I told him to go ahead and do it."
Dylan looked a little scared, so I added, "He's gay and in the closet himself. He has no reason to tell your parents anything, so don't worry."
"Who is it?" Dylan asked.
"You've probably seen him around school. His name is Damian Weiss and he's on the swim team," I replied.
Dylan's face brightened a little. "I know him ... well, I know of him. I saw him on the team last year when I went to see Kieran and Steven diving. I didn't know he was gay."
Steven chuckled, "And neither does anyone else, but me. He won't out you. In fact, he's a little worried because his parents don't know about him either. And this is the most important part. If anyone finds out that I'm having sex with him I can get in trouble. He's still seventeen and I'm nineteen. That's illegal and we live in Indiana, so I need you to promise me that you can keep a secret, at least until October 18th."
Dylan nodded his head and said, "I promise, but why only until the 18th of October?"
Steven explained, "That's his birthday and he's planning on coming out then anyway."
I told Dylan, "Change into shorts and a tee shirt, then come on upstairs. I need to record your infractions. You forgot to call me master once, and you forgot to call Steve sir twice."
I had no idea at that time that we would get so busy today that I wouldn't have time to spank his little slave butt.
Dylan
When Damian arrived, I was in my pink shorts and the light green tee shirt. The shorts were light enough that the red jock showed through them a little, and the tee shirt left an inch of my belly exposed. I was glad that I was thin. I'd be so ashamed that I would die if I had any fat visible around my waist. Over my shorts and tee shirt I was also wearing the pink frilly apron.
Steven had been supervising me patting out hamburgers. There were two pounds of hamburger, so I divided the meat into fourths, making half pound burgers, then I cut mine in half and added the other half to the first three. The guys would be eating what Steven called big ass burgers and mine would be just right for me.
When the doorbell rang, he left me to finish on my own and went to answer it. Kurt was still sitting at a kitchen chair watching me work. Just as I'd finished and was washing my hands, he came up behind me and hugged me from behind. "We're in boyfriend mode tonight, unless I tell you something different later," he whispered.
He was still hugging me when Steven came in with his friend. I remembered that Damian was the same height as my cousin Kieran, so he was seven inches taller than me, but he looked short standing there with Steven's arm around his shoulder because Steven was six foot four. Like me Damian was a white boy, but his skin was darker, partially because of a tan and partially from genetics. He had light brown hair with streaks of gold in it, and I thought he was a handsome guy. He was wearing a pair of shorts that came down to the middle of his thighs, so I could see that he kept his legs shaved even when it wasn't swimming season, just like Steven.
He looked at me and his eyes grew wide. He turned to Steven and said, "You could have knocked me over with a feather when you said that your brother Kurt had a boyfriend, but I never expected it would be Pastor Morgan's son."
He looked at Kurt and said, "And you snagged the only good-looking one of the lot, except for Kieran, of course, but he's a cousin, not one of the ugly brothers."
I hadn't known that people referred to my brothers as the ugly brothers. I'd always thought they were popular in school because they had friends and I didn't. It was true that Donny had a wide face and a big nose, and that Tommy had orange hair and was covered with freckles. I looked like my mom and her sister. Kieran had looked like his dad, and a little like my dad. Both the older Morgan brothers were good-looking.
Kurt kissed my neck and replied, "That's right. My boy is the prettiest of the three. But you're not so bad looking yourself."
The he let go of me and walked over to hug Damian. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I just stood there with my hands hanging at my sides. Steven saved me by coming over and throwing an arm around my shoulder and looking at the burgers.
"You did a good job there, Dylan. Just add a little garlic salt and pepper to both sides and let them sit for a while. I'll cook them soon," he said.
"Can I do anything to help?" Damian asked with a smile.
Kurt gave his brother a wink and told Damian, "You can help Dylan get some drinks ready for me and Steve to enjoy and then help finish the meal prep while we're relaxing in the back yard, getting the grill ready."
Steven seemed to be about to say something back to Kurt, but Damian just laughed and said, "It's no different at my house. Why don't you two men go outside and enjoy the sun while Dylan and I prepare the food for you?"
Kurt and Steve went outside, and Damian began pulling out glasses. "The guys like coke with a twist of lime," I said.
"Do you want something while I'm serving?" Damian asked.
I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew that Kurt and I were in boyfriend mode, but he usually just allowed me to drink water, so I didn't know if I was allowed to have anything else. "Ice water," I responded, deciding to play it safe.
Damian made the guys their lime and coke and then filled two glasses with ice water and added a eighth of a lime to each of those as well. "I'll be right back to help you out," he said, handing me my water.
I liked this guy. Except for the Groths, jocks usually scared me because I'd been bullied so many times in the past, but Damian seemed nice and laid back. When he came back in he said, "This is your show, honey, so tell me what to do and I'll do it."
I set him to cutting vegetables. We needed cucumber, zucchini, tomatoes, celery, bell pepper and carrots cut into pieces. Earlier, Steven had walked me through making a yoghurt ranch dip to go with them. While he was cutting them, I was busy seasoning the hamburgers the way Steven had told me to.
"I'm sorry Kurt made you come in here and help me instead of going outside with your boyfriend," I said.
"Is that what we are?" Damian sighed. "Boyfriends? I wish we were, but Steve's still hung up on your cousin, not that I can blame him. He was the handsomest guy I'd ever seen, even if he was a little too effeminate for my tastes. I like them big, muscular, and super masculine, like Steve – or your Kurt. But I'll take what I can get."
"Are you in love with Steve?" I asked.
"Only since before I knew I was gay!" Damian exclaimed. "Who wouldn't be?"
"I wish you could be out there with him, anyway," I said.
"Are you trying to get rid of me, sweet pants?" he asked with a chuckle.
"No sir, I just wish you could be out there with the one you love," I said.
"And you don't wish you were out there with Kurt?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I like doing things for Kurt, so this is almost as good."
"You and me both, brother," Damian sighed. "I never get to do anything for Steve because we never have any time to spend together. I mean we sneak off and fuck, and I wouldn't trade that for the world because that guy knows how to fuck! I just wish I could hang out with him and ... I don't know, just do things for him like you're doing now."
I smiled, "Kurt's an expert fucker, too."
Damian put down his knife and looked at me with a smile. "I've got to know if it's true. Everyone on the team says that Kurt doesn't swim because his dick is too big to fit into a speedo. Is it?"
I blushed and he said, "Okay! How big is it?"
I held out my hands until they were about ten inches apart. "About this long," I said. "When it's hard that is. He's only half as big when he's soft."
Damian laughed and said, "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Ten inches! Are you kidding me?"
I smiled and said, "It's a little smaller. 25 centimeters."
"Boy, you are a tiny little thing. Where can you possibly fit that much cock?" Damian asked.
Now I was blushing deep red, a Morgan family trait. "He can only half of it inside me, but we're working on it."
"Sorry to embarrass you like that," Damian said. "I'm almost totally a bottom, which is good because Steve is almost totally a top. That means I'm kind of cock crazy and in this town I never get to see one for real except for in the showers after practice and whenever Steven and I can get away. That's why Kurt sent me in here to help. Steve warned me that his brother had some strict ideas about gender roles. He knew I was a cock-crazed bottom boy when he got his first glimpse of me, and that's why he sent me into the kitchen to help another bottom boy make food for our men."
I was confused. "But we're all four the same gender, aren't we?"
Damian laughed again. "Not hardly, boy. Steve and Kurt are men. We're their boys. They're tops. We're bottoms. They fuck and we get fucked. We're all men, but we aren't really all the same gender. Unless I'm missing something and you're tapping Kurt's fine ass."
"No!" I exclaimed. "I don't fuck; I don't get sucked; and I don't masturbate. I only cum when my ... when Kurt fucks me."
"Damn boy! You're even more of a bottom boy than I am. Steve had me fuck him once. It was great, but it's not really my thing. I might want to do it again occasionally but give me the choice and I'm on my back with my legs up in a heartbeat," he said. "I'm not disrespecting your relationship, but honey, Steve sucks my dick like a pro."
"It's not like that between me and Kurt," I said.
"Do you want it to be?" Damian asked.
"No sir," I said. "I like it when Kurt is in charge. I like taking care of him. I ... I don't even care if I cum, not really. Don't get me wrong. I love it when I do, but all my fantasies are about serving Kurt. That's what makes me happy."
"Damn! I envy you, Dylan. I really do. I wish I could be that submissive to Steve, but I don't know how, and I don't know if he would even like it," he said.
He was starting to tear up a little. Suddenly I was the strong one. I couldn't put my arm around his shoulders because he was taller than me, but I wrapped my arms around his chest and said, "You sound like the two of you are enjoying what you do now. You don't have to change to become more submissive like me. I'm not a better boyfriend. We're just different."
Damian hugged me back and said, "Thanks. You're so small that sometimes I think you're younger than me, but we're in the same grade so we must both be about the same age. My problem is that I don't even know if Steve feels the same way about me that I do about him. I can't ask because I don't want to scare him off. And I don't want to hear the answer if its `no'."
Once we had everything ready, Damian and I carried the food out to the guys. I saw Steven mouth "sorry about that", but Damian smiled at him and mouthed back "no problem" and "I like helping". Steven got up and took the burgers from me and started them on the grill. Kurt was adjusting the umbrella on the table we were going to use. The deck at the back of the Groth house had a roof over half of it, so it could still be used when it was raining, but we were sitting in the sunny part.
I was still standing around, unsure what to do. Ordinarily, I would be kneeling by the table, but I still didn't understand exactly how to act in boyfriend mode. Kurt pulled out a chair, kissed my lips and motioned for me to sit. Then he pushed my chair in. Apparently that was how boyfriend mode worked.
I was seated between Damian and Kurt. Steve was working the grill. I was glad he didn't want me to do it because I had no idea how to use it properly and I feared that I would burn the burgers. Kurt kept the conversation going. It was mostly him and Damian talking about athletics at school. Damian was on the swim team in the fall and the track team in the spring, the same schedule that Steven used to have.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" Damian asked when he saw that my burger was half the size of theirs.
Steven was convinced I had an eating disorder, so he jumped in and answered before I could. "Dylan doesn't eat much, but we're keeping an eye on it," he replied with a severe let it go tone in his voice.
Damian looked a little guilty and went back to eating. The uncomfortable tension didn't last long. Soon we were talking about the upcoming senior year and how Damian was planning to come out in a big way in October, which meant that Steven would be outed as well. But Steven didn't seem to care. He also mentioned that he and Steven were planning a trip to Indianapolis at the end of August for the NHRA Grand Nationals. Neither of them liked drag racing, but they wanted to spend the time together in Indianapolis away from Damian's parents.
"How do you think your parents will react when you come out," I asked Damian.
He shrugged. "I don't know, but I don't want to live a lie once I'm an adult. I guess your parents would be screaming and throwing a fit."
"I don't care," I said. "I can't come out before I'm an adult because my dad would send me to one of those camps. After I turn eighteen, I'll come out whenever Kurt decides that it's time."
Damian looked over at Kurt and Steven. They shrugged and Steven said, "Our dad doesn't care that I'm gay and Kurt is bi. He thinks we should wait until we're out of school because so many people are intolerant around here. I'm not really in the closet. I just don't advertise my sexuality."
Kurt took a long drink of his coke and said, "I don't care if anyone knows I have a boyfriend or not. If anyone gets lippy I'll thump them until they stop, but I won't cause trouble for Dylan and his birthday is two months after yours, Damian, on the eighteenth of December."
Kurt's words made me feel warm inside. He was thinking about me and my problems with my parents. He was putting me and my needs first. That was even better than the fact that I was on a date!
"Are you okay, Dylan," Steven asked. I guessed I must have zoned out.
"Yes sir," I replied. "I just realized that we're kind of on a date, and I've never been on a date before."
Kurt reached over and gave me a hug. "We'll go on more dates now that we're together. I promise. We can't get too affectionate in public until you're old enough to move out of your parents' house, but we'll still go out."
Steven spoke up and said to me, "And when you're eighteen, you're moving in here with us. You need to get away from those assholes. That's an order, not a request. You'll move in here on your birthday. We'd move you sooner if we could."
"Yes sir!" I answered. Moving in with the Groth's would be like a dream come true.
After dinner, Damian and I cleaned up the mess and did all the dishes. We were going to have a quiet evening in the living room watching TV. One thing about the Groth boys was that they didn't violate their father's rules. Steven had promised him there would be no drinking while he was away, and that was that, even though they occasionally had a beer when he was home. I never had the impression that they were afraid of their dad. They just didn't want to disappoint him.
I'd always wondered if I would be different if my dad had been supportive and affectionate like Roger Groth. Would Donny be a decent human being? Would Tommy? I didn't know for sure. What I did know was that Dad was mean and never showed us any affection. He didn't even seem to like my sisters and they were better behaved than Donny and Tommy, and less of a disappointment to him than I was. I didn't think any of us really loved him or Mom any more than they loved us.
After we finished the cleanup, we joined the guys in the living room. Steven had put on a YouTube playlist he'd made of singers he thought were hot. There were two sofas in the living room, a long one and a shorter one. There was also a recliner. Steven was on the longer couch and Kurt on the smaller. Damian and I went to join our boyfriends. The Groth boys were lying stretched out on their sofas, so we had to lie next to them, leaning back against their chests.
Steven
Lying here on the couch with Damian leaning against my chest, I could almost forget Kieran. I had to go visit him sometime soon. I had to end it one way or the other. He would either agree to be my boyfriend or I was going to admit that we'd never be together. I owed it to myself, and I owed it to Damian.
The fact was that Damian would be exactly what I was looking for in a boyfriend if I weren't still hung up on someone I'd never even kissed. He was good looking, athletic and smart. We had a lot in common and he was eager to do anything I wanted. He even tried to anticipate my desires. I slid my hands down his chest and then up under his tee shirt so I could feel his bare skin. He'd shaved like I'd told him to do, and it felt smooth and sexy.
I swear that he purred at me when he felt my hands on his skin. I bent my head down to kiss him, and I pinched his nipples at the same time. He mumbled something around my tongue. When I pulled back he said, "That feels so fucking good, Steve. I lo...I really like being with you."
And there it was. He'd almost said that he loved me. He must have sensed that I wasn't ready to take that step. I wanted to say it back to him. I really did, but I didn't want to say it unless I could mean it.
"I'm not ready to take that step right now, Damian," I said, "but right here, right now, we're together. I have a few things I must figure out but believe me when I say that I want to be with you right now. And I can't imagine anyone better than you."
I wasn't lying. I was obsessed with Kieran, but he wasn't better than Damian. He was just the one I'd been fantasizing about for the last two years. If I could get Kieran out of my head, I'd jump on the chance to be with Damian.
Damian
I knew that Steve was still obsessing over Kieran. I had to avoid saying the word "love" until he got him out of his system. I couldn't help myself. I was probably as obsessed with Steve as he was with that sexy redhead. Working alongside Dylan this afternoon, tending to Steve and Kurt, had touched something inside me that I hadn't known was there. I loved getting fucked by Steve, but the way Dylan deferred to Kurt made me horny as hell. I was rock hard and ready to cum in my pants from the idea that I could be doing that for Steve. I had a vision of myself kneeling in front of Steven while I sucked his dick.
Kurt
I saw the way Damian kept watching Dylan. For a moment, I thought he was lusting after my boy, but it didn't take me long to realize that he didn't want Dylan; he wanted to be like Dylan. I decided to push him tonight. I kissed Dylan's neck and pulled slid my hands under his tee shirt. My boy moaned and snuggled tighter against my chest. I kept kissing him and pulling my hands up higher until I could easily pull his shirt off. Every part of him was exposed except for what was covered by those tiny shorts he was wearing.
"Turn and face me, slave boy," I whispered. "I want to be able to play with your butt."
Dylan spun around to face me, and I kissed him roughly, crushing his lips with my own. Then I kissed his neck. I wanted to mark him with my mouth, to give him a hickey, but I feared it wouldn't fade completely before he had to return home in a little more than a week. I kissed down to his chest and then bit his nipples, making him cry out, "Take me master! I need you!"
There was no way that Damian hadn't heard that. I glanced over to the other couch and saw him pulling his own shirt off and half turning so he could keep an eye on Dylan and me and make out with Steve at the same time. I caught my brother's eye and gave him a nod and a wink. He smiled at me started stroking Damian's bare chest.
I went back to kissing Dylan and slid my hand down into the back of his shorts, pushing them down and exposing his butt. I knew how cute it was framed by that tiny jock and I wanted Damian to see it. I pressed my finger against his hole, and he moaned, "Please take me master. I need you inside me."
"We'll try, slave boy," I said, just loud enough for Damian to hear me. "Let me play with your butt and see if you can handle it."
Dylan had let the cat out of the bag and Damian now knew the truth about our relationship. He didn't seem to be freaking out. He seemed to be aroused even more now that he knew. I suspected that Steven was going to end up with a cute jock bottom boy slave of his own if he wasn't careful.
I sat up and pulled Dylan's shorts off, leaving him naked except for the jock. I was going to leave that on to remind him that I wasn't going to touch his little dicklet. I glanced over to see Damian sliding his pants off. He wasn't wearing a jock like my boy was, but he wore skimpy briefs cut high on the sides. He was acting just like a submissive waiting for Steve to take charge.
To hell with playing around, I thought. I smacked Dylan's ass hard and said, "Get on the couch, slave boy, ass up."
Dylan scrambled to obey. I knelt behind him and began kissing his hole. It did look better than it had this morning. He moaned as I tongued him until he relaxed and opened for me.
Steven
I saw Damian glancing at Kurt and Dylan out of the corner of his eye and then looking back at me expectantly. "Slave boy?" he whispered.
"If that's what you want, Damian, pull your briefs off and get up on the couch," I said. Kurt was rubbing off on me, or maybe Dylan was rubbing off on Damian, or maybe it was both.
Damian wasted no time. He jumped up and pulled his underwear off, his hard cock bouncing and leaking all over the place. He jumped onto the couch and presented his ass. "Take me master," he begged. "Take me hard and make me yours."
Shit! I thought. I shouldn't be getting into this as much as I am. I'm not Kurt, and this was never my fantasy.
I smacked his ass so hard that the sound reverberated around the room, and I could see my handprint on his white butt. My cock jumped a little in my pants. "Are you really enjoying this?" I asked. "I don't want to go too far."
"I need to know what it feels like," he begged.
"Wait here," I said.
Someone had to be the responsible person here. I ran upstairs and grabbed a spare sheet from the linen closet. Then I grabbed a bottle of lube and headed back down. I spread the sheet out on the floor, then I snapped my fingers and barked, "Slave boys, both of you kneel on this sheet now!"
Kurt looked back confused and then realized that I was trying to prevent messy stains on the furniture. He smacked Dylan's ass and ordered him to join Damian on the sheet. Both of us moved behind our boys and ate their butts. I could tell from Dylan's moans that he was already prepared, but Kurt kept tonguing his boy's ass until Damian was ready. This was probably the weirdest bonding experience the two of us had ever shared, but there we were, both about to fuck our boys while they knelt on all fours side by side.
Kurt
I was careful because I'd hurt Dylan the last time I fucked him. This time I took no chances. I used my finger to shove so much lube up his ass that it was dripping out. Damian had glanced over his shoulder to get a look at my dick, and I thought his eyes were going to jump out of his head. I knew what stories the athletes passed around about me. I hoped he got his eyes full and satisfied his curiosity.
I placed the head of my cock against Dylan's slippery hole and pressed in. He groaned and begged, "Don't stop, master, not even if I cry out in pain. I want it."
"I don't want to hurt you, slave boy," I said. "I want it to be good for you."
He looked back over his shoulder and said, "I've heard you say it so many times about yourself, master. You must work through the pain. Please let me work through the pain, master. Once I get past it, it'll feel good. I know it will."
I glanced over at Steve and raised my eyebrows. "Be careful," he said. "Take it slow and see what happens."
I pressed inside him, and he spread his knees further apart to let me inside easier. He was panting and I waited for his breathing to calm down. Then I pressed in further, and I repeated. It was working this time. Soon I was more than halfway in. Dylan was whimpering. I ran my finger around his anal ring. It was tight, but there was no tearing or bleeding.
"Do you want me to stop, slave boy?" I asked. "It's okay if you do."
"No master!" he whined. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"Shh," I said. "We'll keep going. I'm going to count to three, then I'm pushing the rest of the way in."
I grabbed his hips and said, "One."
And I pushed with all my might, sliding inside until I hit something that stopped my thrust. Dylan cried out, "It hurts, master! But don't stop. You're almost there."
Steve took a pause from fucking Damian and put a hand on my shoulder. "Your big ass cock is pressing against his inner sphincter," he said. "Press slowly, but firmly. Move your hips around a little so you can tease it into opening."
I took his advice. I kept pressing and swiveling my hips. Dylan kept moaning and whatever was blocking my way refused to budge. But then suddenly, it opened, and I sank the last two inches or so of my cock inside him. My pubes were pressed against his smooth butt, and he was crying.
"You did it, master!" he cried out. "You're in me all the way."
"That's right, slave boy," I said with a soothing tone. "I've claimed you completely. I knew you could take it, Dylan."
I started fucking him for real. I started with short strokes, only an inch or two. His inner sphincter didn't resist me this time. It let me pass easily. Then I moved to long strokes, pulling out a good eight inches or so and then sinking it back into him. Now he was moaning from pleasure instead of pain. His legs shook and his asshole quivered and clenched the root of my cock.
"I'm cumming, slave boy!" I growled. "I'm seeding you so deep in your ass that you'll be belching cum when I'm done."
Dylan spilled his load. Most of it was trapped inside the pouch of his jock, but some of it oozed out onto the sheet as I fucked him. When I'd finished, I didn't pull out. I left my cock lodged in his ass and relaxed. I moved it around a little and ran my hands down his sweaty sides until I felt myself stiffening. Then I fucked him again. It took longer to get my second nut, and Dylan kept oozing cum periodically. He didn't orgasm the second time, but he moaned and cried and dripped more cum all over the sheet since his jock was drenched.
Remarkably enough, my cock was free of stains when I pulled it out. Dylan took it in his mouth and cleaned it gently, like a baby nursing on an oversized bottle. Damian knelt next to him, on his knees, following the model of my slave boy. He sucked Steve until he was clean as well.
We didn't bother to go to bed. We lay there on the sheet, Steve and I holding our boys in our arms until we fell asleep with music playing in the background. We didn't awaken until morning, so we didn't notice anyone looking in the window. We were awakened a few minutes later by a knocking on the front door.
Characters
· Bethany Morgan. The mother of the Morgan kids and the wife of the pastor. She's a passive-aggressive woman and a homophobe. She's 44 at the start of the story.
· Cory Lundgren. Bethany's youngest brother. He's short, blond, and blue-eyed, like Dylan. He stands 5 foot 7 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's fourteen years younger than his sister. He was thrown out of the house for being gay when he was 18. He's 30 years old at the beginning of the story. Corwin Alan Lundgren. He works as Mr. Groth's assistant, but he's secretly his slave.
· Craig Morgan. The pastor. He stands 6 foot tall and weighs 160 pounds. He's thin and mean, with a sour expression. Although secretly gay, he married Bethany Lundgren to cover it up. He and his younger brother Kenneth Morgan (Kieran's father) never got along. He took Kieran in when his parents died. He's 45 at the start of the story.
· Damian Wilder. High school senior who is 17 at the beginning of the story. He's 6 foot tall, handsome, with a dark tan, green eyes with tiny flecks of gold, a snub nose, and a broad mouth. He's Steven's occasional lover who would like to be more. He's on the swim and diving teams.
· Donald Morgan. The oldest Morgan son. He's 5 foot 11 inches tall and weighs 180 pounds. He's heavy-set but strong. He has dark red hair and a lot of freckles. He's mean-spirited and domineering, and he made his brother Dylan's life hard.
· Dylan Morgan. The main character who is the middle son in the Growth household. At 17, he was 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed 130 pounds. He has blond hair and blue eyes. He's submissive and has dreamed of being his best friend's slave since middle school.
· Elizabeth Jepps. She's the only Morgan daughter. She's much like her mother. She's seven years older than Dylan. She got married at 18 to get out of the house. They rarely see her except at church. She's married to Jerry Jepps.
· Jerry Jepps. He's the husband of Elizabeth Morgan-Jepps. He's six years older than his wife and thirteen years older than Dylan. He works as a manager at the Farm and Feed store.
· Kurt Groth. He's the youngest Groth boy, only a few months younger than Dylan. His mother was black, so his skin is much darker than his father. He stands 6 foot tall and weighs 175 pounds. He muscular but less bulky than his father. He has medium brown skin and black hair with tight curls. He wears it medium length on top with a low fade. He is bisexual, but he's in love with his best friend Dylan. He wants to dominate him totally and own him as a slave.
· Roger Growth. Owner of Groth Automobiles, Groth Farm Equipment, and several properties around town. He's forty years old and has two sons, Steven, and Kurt. He stands 6 foot tall and weighs 200 pounds of solid muscle. He has light brown hair and fair skin. His wife died 10 years ago, and he's been Cory's master.
· Steven Groth. The oldest of the two Groth boys. He stands 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighs 190 pounds. He has light brown skin and wavy black hair that he wears very short. He was a swimmer in high school and keeps his body shaved even after graduation. He has light amber eyes. He was in love with Kieran Morgan all through high school and he regrets not pressing Kieran to come out of the closet when they were in school together. He's a year older than Dylan and Kurt.
· Thomas Morgan. The youngest Morgan son. He's two years younger than Dylan but he's about the same size. He has red hair and freckles. He joins in with his oldest brother teasing and tormenting Kieran and Dylan.