Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 19:12:12 +0000 (UTC) From: nmKinkGuy Subject: The Collective Chapter 3 THE COLLECTIVE CHAPTER 3 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, 9.5" Tim: Son, middle brother, 14, 7.5" Bill, Son, youngest brother, 13, The Storyteller, 6.5" In the morning, I was awakened by my body servant lighting stroking my morning erection. "It is time for your morning ejaculation testing" and with that, he began masturbating me in earnest. After a few minutes, Al stopped jerking me and said, "Maybe this will help you ejaculate, but you must never talk of this, it is forbidden to suck a non-Agnate." With that, Al began performing fellatio on me! The first time a hole had ever surrounded my penis! It was electric and I shortly had my orgasm, which almost made me black out it felt so good! But, Al said it was dry. Al and I walked into the breakfast room. Seated at the table were 3 generations of my Collective family, my Sire, his Sire and my brothers. All nude of course and looking at my Dad and Grandfather's physical beauty took my breath away. As I moved to take my seat, all four men looked at Al, waiting for his ejaculation testing report. Al reported yet another dry cum, and moved next to my chair, took the appropriate kneeling position, legs wide spread and hands clasped behind his back. We were enjoying breakfast, my brothers chatting about the guy they both fucked with after school yesterday. My Father and Grandfather were quietly speaking to one another, and it was clear that Dad was stroking his Father's cock under the table. Another day of pain and torture, surrounded by sexual activity I can't participate in. But if Al's blowjob this morning was any indication of how good sex felt, I now understand why all of the men do it all the time! Suddenly my Sire says, "102, stand and present!" I was startled and didn't understand my Sire's order to my body servant. Al jumped to his feet, moved directly into my Father's view, spread his feet wide, thrust his pelvis forward and clasped his hands behind his neck, in the approved stance, formally called the present position. This ensured that no part of the servant's body is hidden from view. In a stern, deep bass voice, my Sire asked, "Tell me servant, the one entrusted with my progeny's well being and safety, what made you think you had the freedom to fellate my offspring this morning?" Oh my God, how did Sire know? I had no idea what was going to happen, but this was bad. My servant answered, "Master, this humble servant cares deeply for young Bill and can feel his pain at not being able to ejaculate, and become a full member of The Collective. I was hoping to elevate his pleasure and possibly hasten his ability to ejaculate. Master, 102 begs your leniency." My Sire stood, stepped up very closely to Al, slapped him and said, "Slave, you have broken a covenant, betrayed my trust and may well be cast out, but I will decide that after your punishment. Now, report to the dungeon." Dungeon? Slave? Covenant? Just what the fuck is going on?!? My Grandfather and brothers sat silently, watching the interaction. I jumped up, and almost shouted at Father, "Please Sire, don't punish Al, he was only trying to help me!" Dad grabbed my jaw in his iron grip and said, "Boy, you will learn, but progeny never argue with his Sire about an action or decision, much less the punishment of a slave! Now shut your face hole, and sit down!" By the end, Sire was shouting at me, and it was terrifying. Sire had never raised his voice against me in anger, and he was furious. Sire turned back to Al, and did scream, "Now, slave, get to the dungeon!" I sat back down, looked at my brothers and Grandfather who were glaring at me, and I began to cry. Grandfather told me to "Go to your room. All will be explained later." He then turned to my brothers and said, "Now you two, up to the guest suite, I need to use your holes." Both Tim and James jumped up and ran past me and up the stairs as I slowly trudged toward my bedroom, very confused and scared. It was early, but I was afraid to do anything other than stay in my room as Grandfather had ordered. I just lay there, trying to figure out what was going on and just how much I don't know about my family and The Collective. I don't know when I dozed off, but I woke up to the feeling of Al stroking my erection. As I struggled to open my eyes, I saw a shocking sight. Al was leaning over me as usual, but had one hand resting on the bed as he struggled to hold himself upright. What has my Sire done to Al? His face was red, bruised and swollen with a split lip. I sat up and pushed his hand away and almost cried out, "Oh, Al, what has he done to you? Are you going to be ok? What is the dungeon and why did you have to go there? What did Sire mean by casting you out?" Al said, "Boy, I must complete your afternoon ejaculation testing and report to your Sire on time. Or I will be punished again." I leaned back on my elbows as Al began stroking my cock again; only this time without the additional stimulation he normally gave my perineum, nipples and testicles. I had my usual dry orgasm and Al said, "We must bathe you and report to your Sire, now hurry boy." Al turned to walk towards my open shower area and I saw his back, buttocks and thighs. They were a mass of red marks from where he had been mercilessly whipped and beaten. He wasn't bleeding, but from his neck to just above his knees he was bruising and turning purple. Below his knees, his calves were equally marked. I grabbed Al by the shoulder to stop him and asked, "What has Sire done to you? Will you be ok? What can I do to help you?" Al only replied, "I knowingly broke a sacred Covenant and as is the way of The Collective, I had to be and deserved punishment. Your Sire must explain anything else you need to know. Now, let's get you in the shower. We are going to be late reporting to your Sire." After my shower, Al and I went downstairs to make my ejaculation testing report to my Sire. After Al made his negative report, as usual, Sire told him, "You are dismissed. Get out of my sight and go clean up the mess you made in the dungeon. I will inspect later." At the dinner table, I realized it was the first time in as long as I could remember that I had a meal without Al kneeling in position at my side. While being served by one of the servants, I turned to my father and said, "Sire, may I ask a question?" "Of course my boy, but I may not be at liberty to answer" he said. I gathered my thoughts and asked him, "Why did you punish Al the way you did? What is the dungeon, being cast out and why did you call Al a slave?" He thought for a while, and said, "Well, the dungeon is a sacred, private place for our family and invited men who also follow the Covenants, and who have experienced their investiture as full members of The Collective. Your brother James will soon be initiated followed in time by Tim, and then you. Spaces such as our dungeon are restricted to men who have earned the privilege to enjoy the physical pleasures and spirituality that this space and others like it, but only after they complete their advanced training, and earn full Collective Manhood designation. Becoming an Agnate, as you have learned, is only part of the process. Second, 102 made a very serious mistake; he committed a transgression of great severity and had to be punished and I could choose to cast him out. He knew that was the risk when he performed fellatio on you, which as you know, is strictly forbidden until after you begin ejaculating and earn Agnate status. I will answer no further questions." Sire returned to eating and I stared down at my plate, unable to eat as the images of the beaten and bruised Al played out in my mind. I looked up as my Grandfather and brothers shuffled into the dining room. Grandfather looked fine, happy and relaxed. James and Tim however, looked pretty worse for wear. They were moving slowly and were holding each other up as they moved to their seats. James had bruises around his wrists and ankles and as he went past me, I could see his ass was red and covered in angry red stripes. Tim's face was red and his lips were swollen. When they slowly sat down, both groaned with discomfort. What had Grandfather done to them I wondered? Obviously in some pain, they smiled and greeted their Sire. Grandfather leaned down to my Sire, gave him a deep kiss and said, "Thank you, my progeny, for the use of your sons bodies. They are becoming men that you and The Collective can be proud of. They pleased the Prime Male, served and performed well. Your eldest progeny James took everything I dished out today and seems almost ready for his final testing and investiture as a Man of The Collective. He has been trained well, my son." My brothers were smiling and shoveling food in their mouths as if they hadn't eaten in days. James ordered his body servant to "Service me, 117." The man crawled between his legs and began giving James a blowjob, right at the table! What was going on? I always knew there were secrets and activities I was kept out of. Behaviors I didn't witness, but in the last few hours I had learned more about The Collective, my family and my Sire than ever before, which only served to present more questions than answers. My Sire and brothers had always spent many hours in private, sometimes all three together, other times just Sire and one son. It always made me curious, but no one would tell me what happened during those sessions, as they called them. I have watched a lot of sex in this family but never a suck job right at the table as we ate, and my Sire just grinned. Tim nudged James and said, "Don't you ever get enough, pig?" James laughed and grunted as he thrust his hips up, driving his cock deep into his servant's throat. My Sire chuckled and said, "James is simply exerting his authority and power, as is the way of The Collective." Why this sudden change in everyone's behavior, this openness that I had never seen before? Everything is changing. I didn't understand, and it reinforced my feelings of inadequacy as an almost 14-year-old boy and not really a member of The Collective. One who couldn't ejaculate. Knowing and seeing more, only made me unhappier. James began grunting, grabbed the back of his servant's head and began thrusting hard into the throat surrounding his cock, obviously having his orgasm. After he finished coming, he let out a big sigh and said, "That felt good, I needed that. The Prime Male using me, made me really horny! Slave, swallow your Master's cum and clean me!" James used the words slave and Master. Were our servants really slaves? After we finished eating, James asked, "Sire, do you mind if Tim and I spend private time together in the hot tub? We have much to discuss following Tim's first experience with the Prime Male." Father simply smiled and nodded. Grandfather stood, his enormous cock appearing to be about half hard, turned to my Sire and said, "On that note, your Sire needs private time with you as well, my son." Father stood, with his huge 11" cock at full erection, ramrod straight and drooling pre-cum. It always amazed me that a cock as big as my Sire's, could stand almost straight up. How much blood did it take to fill that monster? Of course, his cock was much like his Sire's, just an inch or so shorter, and the Prime Males cock certainly stood hard and tall when erect. Taking his Sire's hand, they walked out of the room and up the stairs to Dad's suite of rooms. Don't these men ever get enough fucking, for shit's sake! The men in my life were gone, enjoying one another in some fashion and I was left sitting alone. I could see my brothers across the patio, sitting in the hot, swirling water deep in conversation with their arms across each other's shoulders. My God they were beautiful! I decided I might as well go upstairs and do my homework since tomorrow is a school day.