Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 03:46:15 +0000 (UTC) From: nmKinkGuy Subject: The Collective Chapter 1 THE COLLECTIVE This is total fantasy. A perfect incestuous world with no risks or disease associated with fucking and sucking, unlike our real world. So, play safe men. Please support Nifty so we can all keep cumming here. Sit back, enjoy the story and I hope it gets you off! Terminology Agnate: related or akin through males on the father's side. Prime Male: The Leader of the global organization known as The Collective of Men. Sire: The father of sons The Collective: A hierarchal, global fraternal organization teaching, training and practicing the rituals of masculine power and family member incest The Family Grandfather, The Collective's Prime Male: 51, 12" Sire: The father, 34, 11" James: Son, oldest brother, 16, 9 ? " Tim: Son, middle brother, 14, 7 ? " Bill, Son, youngest brother, 13, The Storyteller, 6 ? " CHAPTER 1 The electric trolley slowed, stopped and gave me time to get off before pulling silently away to drop other students at their homes, scattered throughout the compound. My Dad, my two brothers and I live in a very nice home, set well away from the other houses in The Collective compound. The size, location, grandeur, opportunity and wealth of Collective members is dictated by family bloodline, traced through the father, who The Collective refers to as the Sire. Since our bloodline goes back directly to the founding men of The Collective, hundred's of years ago means my family is fucking royalty, so to speak. My Grandfather, the Prime Male is the highest-ranking man in The Collective, was visiting my family for the week. I'm so looking forward to spending time with him. Being a closed society of only males, who must produce offspring for The Collective and for the family bloodlines to survive, does require a female for impregnation. The women selected for breeding purposes are carefully genetically screened, and only allowed to birth one or two offspring to maintain genetic diversity and prevent too many similarities among the boys produced. The bloodlines must be maintained. Female offspring are rejected and raised, cared for and educated off the Compound premises. Very few females are produced due to the careful genetic controls engineered to create male progeny. We are a community of men, many generations old and allow no women within the borders of our compounds and even breeding sessions are performed at a center outside the Compound. It has been this way for hundred's of years, with Collective communities existing in 9 other countries around the world. Learning the history and processes of The Collective is a significant portion of our day in school. My name is Bill and I'm 13, almost 14 and I have two brothers, one two years older and one younger by five months. My older brother, James and I came from the same breeder and Tim from another. That is how Tim and I could be so close in age. Regardless of the breeder, we are Blood Brothers from our Sire. I am suffering the shame of being the only son of my Sire who has not experienced their investiture in the Collective. Approaching my 14th year with a younger brother who has already been initiated and received his Agnate designation 2 years ahead of me is humiliating! Tim may be only five months younger than I am, but he made Agnate when he was just 11 ?, and I `m almost 14 and still can't cum! I am the oldest boy in our compound that hasn't been initiated. We are prevented from becoming Agnate's until we can consistently ejaculate, and there are many privileges denied a boy who is a non-Agnate. All of these frustrations run through my head as I walk the half-mile from the trolley stop to the house. I followed the path around the side of the house, past the swimming pool and gymnasium, into the sunroom and began stripping down, handing my school uniform of khaki shorts, navy blue blazer and shoes to the kneeling servant. Notice I didn't mention a shirt? That's right; shoes, shorts and blazer are the entire uniform. The Collective requires the uniform, but it is kept as brief, simple and easy to get in and out of as possible since we are nude numerous times throughout the school day, which is no big deal since no one is clothed at home or on the grounds, as is Collective custom. The school uniforms are intended to unify and equalize the boys of The Collective. I grab a bottled water from the kitchen servant and walk into the den, and there it is, right in front of me, an exhibition of one of the ultimate rewards of being a member of the Collective; which I am denied. James has Tim strapped face down on the fuck bench and is driving his 9 ? inch brother cock rapidly in and out of his rear fuck hole, as someone I don't recognize skull fucks him with his cock at the other end. James has a bigger tool than his friend, a testament to the carefully controlled genetics of our family line. James and the stranger lean over Tim's body and begin to passionately kiss, swapping tongues and spit while they pummel Tim, grunting and groaning in carnal bliss. I begin to quietly cry as tears run down my face. My personal body servant, who I named Al steps up to me, wraps his arm around me, turns and guides me up the stairs to my room. Dad and James never learn the servants names; just refer to them by the number tattooed on their right pectoral, just above the nipple and on their right butt cheeks below our Collective brand, marking them as property of our family. My family's status affords us about 20 servants who are kept shaved and nude except for the gleaming metal chastity devices locked onto their genitals. The servant's ass and mouth holes are available for use by any member of the Collective, as long as you have attained your designation of Agnate. Thinking about this I began to sob as I lay back on the massage table to await my daily torture at the hands of Al. My Sire requires that my body servant masturbate me twice daily. Once every morning and again when I get home from school, checking my development. Without a confirmation from Al that I am ejaculating and later confirmed at my Sire's hand, I am not permitted to masturbate, participate in any sexual activity, Collective meetings, services or gatherings. No sex with the servants, not with my brothers and especially not with my Father who I desperately wanted. I have never had a cock in my mouth or in my asshole. No man's holes have ever surrounded my penis, and if I don't shoot sperm soon, releasing me from this hell, I may die! After the first ejaculation, the test must be completed successfully for five days in a row to be certified and then the boy will be accepted for initial processing into The Collective. I want nothing more than to feel my Sire's tool forcing its way into my body. Without being fucked by my Sire, I am not whole and remain a virtual outsider. All the other guys my age are Agnates and talk constantly of what a joy it is to be fucked by their Sire and their brothers and what fun it is to fuck their brothers and servants. But not me. Al begins to stroke my body, pinch my nipples, pull and fondle my still tight scrotum as he applies pressure to my perineum, hoping that pressure to my prostate will help. He is forbidden to insert his finger in my fuck hole and massage my nugget directly. As usual, he quickly brings my little six and a half inch penis to a rock hard erection. This has been going on daily since my 11th birthday, that is when a boy must stop masturbating and playing with his penis, awaiting his first ejaculations. I have never not achieved a rock hard boner and the orgasm that follows is quite pleasurable, but nothing compared to what I imagine my brother's and Sire's orgasms are when they grunt, curse, sweat and shake as they unload their precious sperm into whatever hole they are using. I have witnessed them fucking, sucking, being sucked and with the exception of my Sire, taking it up the ass. It has become agony to watch, but is hard to avoid since there seems to be some form of man sex, fetish indulged or any variety of kinks surrounding me every waking moment. It is pure agony, because my testicles have betrayed me. After my body servant Al brings me to yet another unsuccessful orgasm he gives me a few minutes to recover, takes my hand, gently pulling me from the table saying, "We must report todays ejaculation testing to your Sire." As we descend the central staircase, one of Al's fellow servants is slowly and with great difficulty climbing up, one slow step at a time. His face is red, tear streaked and his lips are red and swollen. As we approach, Al asks, "Servant 468, where is young Bill's Sire?" "In the gymnasium, 102" he replies. As we head on down the stairs, I turn to look up at 468. He has cum running down his legs, his back is striped with lash marks and his buttocks and upper thighs are flaming red with cane marks. Somehow, in a weird way, I envy 468, as I know he at least gets some kind of physical attention, no matter how painful, from my Dad. Al and I walk past the huge swimming pool where my brothers were splashing about. I asked James if Father is in the gym and he says yes, but that "You may not want to see what is going on, Bill." I tell him that I had to report to Sire yet another unsuccessful ejaculation testing. "Then you must do as required" he says and we walk on to the gymnasium, through the big double doors and enter the workout area where I see my Father laying back on a weight bench, legs in the air, being unmercifully ass fucked by my Grandfather. My Sire may not allow anyone else to fuck him, but a son can never deny his own Sire from taking his holes whenever desired. It is the way of The Collective. My Sire was sweating; his body was flushed, grunting at each violent insertion. He was gripping the sides of the bench to prevent being fucked off the other end as Grandfather pounded his 12-inch cock in and out at an astounding rate. The man had stamina that was for sure! I guess when your position as Prime Male, a leader of the global Collective entitles you rights to every hole in the society ranked Agnate or above, you become a good fucker. And they were lined up, hoping to be seeded by the Prime Male. Just an example of yet another privilege denied me as a non-Agnate. My Sire began shouting, "Fuck me Sire! Use my hole! You created me, my life and therefore my own progeny as a result of your powerful sperm, take what is rightfully yours, your sons ass!" I stood about 10 feet away, silently watching and painfully erect, in awe as my Grandfather exerted his right to use his son. As is the way of The Collective. The Prime Male looked me in the eye and smiled saying, "This is the future that awaits you, my boy. This is your birthright." Oh how I prayed to the powers that it would be soon. As he continued thrusting, I could hear his big balls slapping against his sons ass. He turned back to my Sire, leaned over and stuck his tongue down his throat as he buried his rod as far as possible into my Father. With that act, Grandfather began his orgasm, violently thrusting as he unloaded into my Father who experienced a spontaneous, hands free orgasm, shooting cum up to his face, across his chest and then grabbing his huge cock, pointing it upwards and fired another 4 or 5 shots up onto his own Sire's hairy chest. I wanted to orgasm, I had never been hornier in my life witnessing for the first time, my own Sire being fucked by his Sire. It was beautiful, but I was forbidden to masturbate. That was reserved for ejaculation testing, by my servant's hand and no other. Grandfather slowed his movements in and out of my Father's fuck hole, no doubt milking the last of the cum out of his enormous cock. After a few minutes, he began slowly backing up, pulling that monster cock from my Sire's body. As the coronal ridge of his penis caught on my Dad's anal ring, he had to give it a yank to pull the rest of the way out. My Sire grunted and said, "Take it easy Sire, I haven't been fucked since you took me the last time. Way too long ago!" Grandfather had the biggest cock head I had ever seen. It must measure a full inch fatter around than his very wide cock shaft. I just stood there in awe, with a throbbing boner. This was the first time I had witnessed my Sire being taken, even though I knew it had always happened. Father had told me so, and it was the way of The Collective. Grandfather, the Prime Male turned to look at me, smiled and said, "Wait here while I and your Sire, my progeny shower, and then the three of us will soak in the hot tub and visit for a while." My hard on continued to throb and jut straight up from my groin. I stood and watched as the two Sires' bathed in the big open shower space on the far side of the gym. They were soaping each other's body, kissing, stroking and groping one another as the multiple showerheads soaked and refreshed them after their epic fuck. Grandfather took hold of his penis and let loose with a huge, arching stream of golden piss, coating my Sire's body. My Father leaned down, took Grandfather's huge cock into his mouth and drank the nectar. When the flow eventually stopped, Father stood and the two powerful studs, the men responsible for my existence exchanged deep, erotic open mouthed kisses which no doubt tasted of the Prime Male's piss. The activity only served to reinforce my feelings of total exclusion.