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The Reluctant Slave - 2
by MickMack
THE RELUCTANT SLAVE PART 2By: MickMack
(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)
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This story is (c) Copyright 2007, by MickMack. All World Wide Rights Reserved.
The story below is the completed tale of a totally fictional event. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. It is gay erotica and is intended to be read by persons who are 18 years of age or older, and by persons that enjoy gay erotica.
The material covered in this story and all other accompanying parts of this story are fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead are pure coincidence.
Please Note: I hope you enjoyed the first installment of ‘The Reluctant Slave’ – Prologue through to Part 3.1. It is a bit off the usual subject matter I play around with, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au
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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill – Pleasure Slave
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3.2 Brad Cahill - A Cry in the Night
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
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It’s true to say I now lived in terror of the implanted micro-chip, the slave’s ultimate pleasure and punishment device.
The effects on my young 18 year old mind and body that first time were devastating, resulting in me instantly understanding my life had changed forever and I was now just a slave and I would from now on have to submit completely, obediently to any and all free citizens.
And regardless of how tall and muscular I was, how good looking people told me I was, or how well known I used to be, I knew now I was nothing but a common slave, a slave in a world that saw us as expendable labour, like animals to be bartered and sold as disposable commodities to prop up our national economy.
Many people might think that I should have put up more of a fight as soon as I met the six Slave Enforcement Officers. As I’d invited them into my room, many might imagine I could have quickly slipped past them and made my escape.
But life isn’t like that, and I know now I really didn’t have a chance. They knew what to expect, like the many other free citizens they’d enslaved before me, so I knew it would have been pointless to struggle.
Others might think I shouldn’t have submitted so quickly to their rampant lusts, that a real hetero guy like I’m supposed to be would have somehow fought back against the micro-chip’s inbuilt program.
If that’s the case, they don’t know what they’re talking about. The fact that the micro-chip implanted in me had the ability to completely take control of my body and everything I did is prove enough that there was nothing I could do to fight back.
For three long hours, against my will, I had no choice but to let them use my mouth and my arsehole over and over again. When they ordered me to look up into their leering grinning faces and smile, with their cocks still jammed all the way in my mouth, I found myself forced to smile.
And every time they ejaculated in my mouth, I obediently swallowed their endless amounts thick sticky sperm. I can make no excuses for my total submission and inability to fight back, except my ability to rebel had been completely stripped away from me.
And when Officer Downing ordered me to sit on his lap so he could hug me closely and masturbate me, I admit being unable to stop myself from responding to his lecherous touch, as he made me become fully erect in his fisted jerking hand, ordering me to concentrate totally on making myself cum.
Yes, I’d felt humiliated and degraded. And I can tell you I wept openly as I felt my budding maleness and youthful masculinity slipping away from me as I finally realised I was no longer a real man.
But in my fragile shocked state of mind, I knew I had no choice but to obey. There was no fighting back. Most importantly, I knew I couldn’t fight back against the all-commanding micro-chip injected into my spine.
When they’d finally finished fucking my mouth and my arsehole and the three long hours were finally up, they redressed, re-cuffed me and then walked me out of my dorm room naked. With Officer Conroy holding tightly onto my fully erect penis, and pulling me along as he quickly led the way out of the dorm, we exited the campus house and crossed the dark student car park where they bundled me naked into the boot of their patrol car.
There was no-one around, and to my surprise, even after the oral and anal abuse I’d been subjected to for those three long hours, I still sighed with shuddering grateful relief that none of the other guys from school were out and about at that time in the morning to witness my complete degradation and enslavement.
Ten minutes later, after we arrived at the Federal Internal Taxation Office, I was ushered through the slave entrance of the tall 48 floor skyscraper, and taken straight to a holding cell where my plasti-cuffs were removed and I was locked up by myself.
Left alone with my own frightened nightmarish thoughts, I immediately thought about my family, wondering where they might be, if they were okay. And as images of my father, mother, Sean and Justin, flooded my head, I lay down on the thin rubber mat in the middle of the cell that served as a bed, and suddenly broke down and started sobbing.
I think I fell asleep, exhausted by the events of the previous evening, and I remember having some horrifying dreams that taunted me, where my parents and brothers smiling happily would come and see me, and then melt away and vanish as soon as I reached out to hug them.
It was the clanging and opening of the solid metal cell door that woke me, and as I sat up staring in fear at the person walking in, I tried to calm myself down, to concentrate on what was happening.
“You slave, you should be up on your feet, or on your knees if you’re not quick enough to stand, assuming the traditional mandatory slave position. Now get up off your lazy ass, do what I’ve said, or by God, I’ll have you punished in ways you can only imagine!” the sharply dressed grey haired man scolded me.
Immediately I was on my feet, my legs wide apart, my hands behind my back, my head bowed low, and my crotch pushed out in front of me as far as possible, trembling uncontrollably in fear. Also, my penis suddenly became rock-hard, jutting out and up nearly flat against my stomach.
The man, who was probably in his late 50’s and dressed in a stylish suit, smiled as he watched me quickly take the slave position. Immediately he walked up to me and took my thick erect penis in his hand.
Instantly tears of frustration flowed down my grimacing beet-red face as I felt his fingers stroking me, tickling my piss slit. And as the straight young teenage guy inside me rebelled in repulsed anger, I tried to step back out of reach of his molesting fingers. But to my distress and utter surprise, I instantly found myself pushing my groin out even further, unable to stop myself from enjoying the sensations his stroking hand was having on my erection.
Again tears rolled down my face as I realised my body was betraying me, regardless of the revulsion I felt deep down inside.
“Not that you need to know, but my name is Mr Pearson, and I run this agency. Thought I’d come down here personally and see for myself the new slave everyone is talking about.” He said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked muscled body as he continued fondling me.
“Yes, you are an extremely good looking slave. And by the looks of it, you’re a lucky one too. Seems you’ll be keeping your foreskin, and you won’t be branded like all the other slaves usually are. Of course, you will be having all your body hair permanently removed, except for the hair on your head.” he said nonchalantly, while cupping my hairy balls and weighing them in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face, stunning me.
“When I speak to you slave, I expect you to respond! I’ll not punish you this time, but next time…! Now here are a few pointers of what’s expected of you, slave, and you’d better not forget what I tell you!” he glared at me.
“Whenever a free citizen enters your presence, you will immediately assume the mandatory slave position. Whenever a free citizen man speaks to you, you will always respond with ‘Sir, yes Sir’. If it’s a free citizen women you will always respond ‘Ma’am, yes Ma’am’. Do you understand slave?” he said.
“Sir, yes Sir!” I replied instantly, tears still spilling from my eyes.
“Good slave. I think you might just make an acceptable slave yet. In fact, I hope you do. As it is, I must admit I wouldn’t mind fucking that cute looking mouth and boy-pussy of yours now. We don’t usually get many handsome young slaves like you in here, and I’ve got some free time before my first meeting this morning.” he added, as he returned his hand to my erect penis and stroked it, fingering my piss slit once again.
“Anyway, it appears the court has decided to grant you permission to see your parents for one last time, slave. I believe you’d like that, wouldn’t you slave?” he state, and this time he slowly reached down and pulled the zip of his pants down as he waited for my reply, watching me closely to see how I reacted.
But to his surprise, and my own, at the mention of my parents I’d instantly dropped to my knees and lifted my head and started to plead with him, suddenly babbling on, nearly hysterical.
“Sir, oh please! Please may I see them? I don’t know what’s happening, and I’m worried about my br…”
Instantly I was cut off as he once again slapped me hard across my startled face.
“Shut the fuck up, slave! You’ll be told what you need to know and nothing more! Now how much do you want to see your parents, slave?” he scowled angrily at me, before stepping back, undoing his top trouser button so his freshly laundered business pants slid down his skinny hairy legs to lay crumpled up around his ankles.
I immediately assumed the slave position on my knees, with my head bowed low, trying not to cry as I answered him. Again I felt another piece of my young teenage maleness slipping away.
“Sir, I’ll do anything you want, Sir! Sir, please may I see my parents, Sir?” I responded, my voice quivering, feeling the bile rise in my gut as I knew what he’d make me do next.
“I thought you’d say that, slave! So why don’t you hobble forward on your knees, look me in the face and smile, and then ask me real nicely to suck my dick. If you sound convincing, and I don’t have to trigger your micro-chip or your ‘pleasure level’ program, and there’s a twinkle in those boyish blue eyes of yours, I might let you see them one last time. If you don’t sound convincing, then you’ll have just wasted the last chance you’ll ever get to see them.” he said.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him he was a real fucked up sicko. As my revolted mind tried to make sense of the lunacy surrounding me, I immediately knew I couldn’t fight him.
So, sobbing back a heart breaking groan that threatened to escape, I quickly moved forward on my knees and made myself smile up at him.
I knew this was my only chance to find out what the hell was happening, so choking down any disgust I might have felt, or any young manly pride I might still have had, I looked him in the eyes and began begging him to allow me to suck his cock.
I pleaded in a loud voice, trying to make my voice sound husky with desire and at times breaking with emotion as I implored him. And as I looked up into his face, I found myself praying to God that he’d let me do it, that he’d let me suck him off, just so I could finally see my parents.
The grey haired man looked down at me with an appreciative wolfish grin on his face, enjoying the humiliating way I was begging to suck his dick. His eyes were half closed, his breathing was shallow, and then he gestured me to move forward in front of him.
“Yes, you definitely are a good looking young slave. Now reach up and carefully lower the front of my underwear and when my stiff dick pops out, I want you to lick and kiss it for a while.” he said, watching me carefully as suddenly the micro-chip in me took over and I found myself leaning forward, reaching up to do what he’d instructed of me.
“Mmmm, that feels wonderful! Worship my cock for a little bit more, slave! Oh yes, that’s very nice! Now use that cute pointy tongue of yours to lick my piss slit. That’s it, a few more times! Oh yes! Now reach around behind me and take each of my arse cheeks in your hands and start massaging and kneading them as you take my whole prick all the way into your mouth!” he said, sighing and moaning softly at times as I obeyed him.
As I began sucking him off, while massaging and caressing his arse cheeks, he grabbed the back of my head and started running his hands through my blond hair.
“Yes, indeed! You are a good looking cock-sucking slave. A very handsome young cock sucker who will definitely make some very rich free citizen a very happy man! Now start sucking me off harder while I fuck your face, cock sucker. Suck me off like the good little blond bitch I know you are! And moan real loud for me, slave! Moan as if you really love giving me pleasure!” he grunted as I obeyed him, taking the full length of his pulsating erect five and a half inch cock all the way to the back of my mouth as he gripped clumps of my hair in his fists and slammed his thrusting groin into my face.
It didn’t take him long to cum, but as he shot his salty thick sperm into my sucking mouth, he ordered me not to swallow, to hold it in my mouth as he slowly slid his deflating uncut cock from between my tight lips.
“Yes, that was very nice, slave. A bit more practice and you’ll be an expert before you know it. Now open up wide and show me how full your mouth is.” he said as he stood there looking down at me.
I opened up wide and showed him his thick globs of sticky man seed covering my tongue and filling the back of my mouth, and then he told me to swallow it all. Then ordering me to lean forward once again, he told me to gently suck his now flaccid dick clean while sticking my tongue under his foreskin at the same time.
“Well slave, I promised you I’d take you to see your parents, but I want you to do two more things before we head off. Firstly, I think I’d really like to see you masturbating yourself! Such a strong good looking slave like you should be able to put on quite an entertaining show. And if you do it as well as you sucked my cock, I may even let you see your little brothers as well. Do you understand me?” he said patiently, an evil smile crossing his face as he looked down at me kneeling before him.
Immediately, even though I was still on my knees, I found myself automatically placing my hands behind my back, lowering my head, and thrusting my crotch up towards him, all against my will.
“Sir, yes Sir!” I replied softly, my mind empty of all emotions or feelings as I now prepared myself to do any perverted thing this man might want me to do. But I didn’t try and fight against the commands my micro-chip were sending to my brain as I knew this may also be the only opportunity to see my brothers as well.
“Secondly, after you’ve masturbated yourself, you’re going to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you. It would be criminal if I didn’t sample your boy-pussy while you were in my care. Of course, you’d better make my riding your pussy very good for me as well, understand?” he smiled at me. Again I heard myself answer I would do what he wanted.
“Okay then, slave. Let’s get you enjoying this as well. Pleasure Level 3, proceed!” he commanded in a firm voice. Instantly my body was swamped with exquisite feelings of pure pleasure as I followed his instructions.
“Now lie down on your back in the middle of the floor here. That’s it! Spread your legs apart as wide as you can, lift your head up and smile at me. Good slave! Now start jerking off, get that cock of yours as hard as you can, and make it look as erotic as you can. Ah very nice indeed!” he continued.
“Okay, now when you feel you’re about to ejaculate, I want you to aim that big cock of yours at your face, open your mouth as wide as you can, move your head down as far as you can, and catch as much of your own spurting boy juices in your mouth.” he said, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
Again my micro-chip kicked in as I lay there with my legs spread wide apart, on my back in the middle of the cell, obediently jerking my rock-hard dick as he’d instructed. And smiling as sensually as I could, I looked up into his face, and started moaning and grunting, hoping the noises I was making would add to the erotic image of my squirming humping naked body as I furiously masturbated myself in front of him.
“Yes, very nice! Now do it faster! Oh yes that’s good! Now bounce your buttocks up and down off the floor, get a steady rhythm going! Mmmm, very good slave! Now reach down with your other hand and squeeze and pull on those huge fat hairy balls of yours.” he added.
Before I knew it, regardless of the fact I was completely ashamed and humiliated by what I was being forced to do and my face was bright red with degradation by this stage, I felt the familiar tingling churning in my large tightening scrotal sac, which meant I was on the verge of blowing my load.
Quickly I spread my legs even further, hunched my chest forward a fraction so I could move my head further down, aimed my throbbing eight and a half inch erect cock at my wide open mouth and blasted four powerful spurts of my shooting sperm between my widely stretched lips. I was gasping for desperately needed breathe by this stage and the remaining spunk that shot out of my spluttering cock splashed all over my face and chest before I finally collapsed flat on my back.
“Now that was something worth seeing, slave! Of course, you can scoop up that mess you’ve made all over yourself with your fingers, and use it to slick up my penis.” he laughed as he watched me get up off my back, scoop up my own cum and apply it thickly to his erect cock.
And as he’d indicated earlier, I found myself obediently turning around quickly as I got onto my hands and knees, and offered up my bottom to him.
“Sir, please fuck my boy-pussy for me, please Sir! Sir, please fuck my tight little vagina as hard as you can, please Sir!” I intoned in a loud voice, unable to stop myself from saying the horridly disgusting words that sent an invisible knife of despair through my heart.
“Yes, that’s it! Now let’s increase your pleasure program while I’m fucking you. Pleasure Level 4, proceed!” he commanded as he drove his cock into my quivering twitching anus.
Again my arsehole gripped at his penis as he slid it all the way up into me, massaging and caressing it, milking its full throbbing length. Again my body quivered and trembled uncontrollably as waves of pure pleasure washed my entire being as I felt him lie flat on my back, wrap his arms around my chest as he set up a steady rapid fuck-motion.
“Uhhhh, that’s good slave! Squeeze my cock harder, queer-slave! That’s it, get your vaginal flaps squeezing tighter! Oh yes, make my dick feel really good, slave!” he moaned over and over again as he fucked me as hard as he could.
Finally he shuddered all over and grunted as he shot his load deep into me, and as he pulled out of me, he ordered me to turn round and lick his penis and balls clean.
“Okay slave. That was very good indeed! Now why don’t we go and see your family.” he said, and still breathing heavily, I stood up and obeyed him as he motioned me to follow him out of the door.
I was led through a maze of corridors and up and down many elevators. Eventually I was ushered into a brightly lit room where I was once again left by myself. The room wasn’t very wide, yet seemed to be quite long, painted entirely grey and had no furnishings in it at all. There were no windows, no paintings or posters on the wall, and I looked around in confusion, wondering why I’d been brought here.
Then to my astonishment, the entire left wall began to brighten, shimmering as it became transparent as I turned and stared at it.
More importantly, as the wall became crystal clear, there stood my father and mother, and my two brothers on the other side, looking back at me.
The relief I felt as soon as I saw my family was short lived though. I realised they were each standing in four separate rooms that backed onto the long one I was in. And the rooms they were in seemed more like tiny cells. It also became apparent they couldn’t see or hear each other, only me at the far end of their cells.
They too were all naked, and I immediately dropped my eyes as I watched my mother trying to cover herself with her hands. Of course, I didn’t care if I was naked. All that mattered was I could see them all, and before I knew what I was doing, I rushed up to the clear plastic wall separating us and touched my hands to it.
Instantly I was thrown back, as a charge of electricity passed through me and threw me against the wall behind me. Staggering, I climbed back onto my feet and gingerly looked to where my father stood.
Instantly I started crying, cursing loudly as I tried to understand why the authorities would have beaten him so severely. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, his nose smashed to mush, and his lips were puffed up and bleeding every time tried to move his mouth. He was stooped over, and he stood unsteadily in the centre of the small cell he was in.
“Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me? What’s happening! Please, Dad?” I blubbered, trying to see him through my tears, heart broken by the sight of his poor broken body.
“Brad? Is that you? Ah yes, I can just make you out there. I’m so sorry son, but they forced a confession out of me. I wasn’t strong enough to resist. Please forgive me, but I had to do what they said! If I didn’t sign the papers, they were going to castrate you all, and then sell you to some slave market in the Middle East. I couldn’t let them do that to my boys.” Dad said in a hushed pain-racked voice.
“Son, listen to me! I don’t think I have very much time. I want you to look out for your brothers and make sure they’re okay. I’ve always been proud of you son, so try your best and keep an eye on them.” he said, a horrible rasping sound coming from his chest as he spoke. Behind him, as I watched in shock, a door opened and in came three large masked men in white coveralls. And before I could say anything, my father was quickly dragged limping out of the small cell.
My head was swimming. I didn’t know what to do. I moved along the transparent wall until I could see my mother. She’d turned her back on me, so I couldn’t see her nakedness, or how beaten up she was as well, and keeping her eyes low, she spoke in a sad broken voice.
“Brad! Son! Can you hear me? Now don’t say anything, because I don’t think they’ll let us speak for long. If you see your father, tell him I love him. And always remember to look out for your brothers, no matter what happens.” She gasped out, and I could see that she was hurting every time she spoke.
“You’re all Sean and Justin have now, and they’ll need your strength too, to survive what’s happening, and what lays ahead in the future for you all. And Brad, always remember I love you boys with all my heart!” my mother finished, sobbing softly as the door behind her opened, and she too was unceremoniously dragged away, leaving the small room she’d been in empty.
By now I was frantic, hysterical. What the fuck was going on? Why were the state authorities doing this to us? I couldn’t fathom it, and again I moved quickly to where I could see Sean, staring back at me with a mixture of pure joy and complete terror plastered on his face.
“Are you okay Sean? Have they hurt you? Can you hear me?” I rattled off, fearing he too would be dragged away before I’d had time to speak with him.
“Brad, yes I can hear you. I’m scared, really scared, and I don’t know what’s happening!” Sean said in a frightened trembling voice.
As had happened with both my parents, a door opened at the other end of the room, and in walked four masked men in white overalls. Moaning now, thinking they were going to drag Sean away, I tried to scream at Sean to look at me, but I stopped dumbfounded as each of the men began undressing.
Immediately they surrounded Sean and began beating him up, ordering him to get onto his hands and knees. Sean was crying in pain and terror as he obeyed, and then I watched in horror as one of the men knelt behind him and another man knelt in front of his head.
It was crazy! All I could do was look on as both men proceeded to shove their large erect dicks into Sean’s mouth and up his arsehole. And when they set up a serious fuck-pace, I felt myself fall to the ground on my knees, begging them to stop it, to leave my brother alone.
They took their time, and I could see they were enjoying every moment of it as they raped Sean. Horrible squelching sounds as thick penises slammed up his rectum and loud gagging noises as rigid cocks pounded down his throat reverberated over the pa system connecting the two rooms, and as I watched in horror, each man began striking Sean’s naked body with their fists as they continued to violently fuck him.
After all four had finished, without saying anything, they got up redressed, and walked out the door, leaving Sean lying sobbing on the cold tiled floor.
Suddenly, before I could respond, a section of the transparent wall directly in front of me popped out towards me, and to my surprise, it allowed me to enter and race over to Sean. Instantly I hugged him close to me. I couldn’t stop crying, but after I’d checked him out, made sure he wasn’t injured too badly, I carried him out of that room, and lay him on the floor.
Quickly I got up and stepped up close to the transparent wall again and looked straight at Justin, my youngest brother, standing in the last small cell.
“Justin, can you hear me? Are you alright? Please Justin? Just say something so I know you’re okay?” I rattled on loudly, again becoming frantic as I tried to get his attention as I stared at his lowered head, at how his naked body shook all over in fear.
Again I watched in horror as the same thing that had happened to Sean, now happened to Justin. In walked four different men in white overalls, and this time as they stripped off, they began beating upon my little brother ordering him to get onto his back.
Poor Justin didn’t have a chance as the four men sodomised him over and over again, crying and screaming for help each time they took their turns. Again, as with Sean, once they’d fucked him about two times each, they got up, dressed and left Justin lying curled up in a fetal position on his side as he moaned in agony and sobbed uncontrollably.
Suddenly a section of the transparent wall popped in front of his cell as well, and as I watched it swing towards me, I raced inside, grabbed Justin’s limp body up into my arms and carried him out to where Sean lay shivering, and hugged him close to my chest. Instantly he looked up into my face, a stunned look on his face and then he broke down and started sobbing.
In moments, we had all sunk to the floor, and sitting there I couldn’t help but hug them close to my naked body, as if the mere action would somehow protect us all.
Of course it wasn’t enough.
As I held them to my chest, trying to comfort them, I couldn’t stop the tears rolling down my face. For maybe twenty minutes we stayed like that, when suddenly twelve men in white overalls walked into the room to encircle us, ordering us to stand up and assume the mandatory slave position as.
But my memory fades of the horrible events that followed. I remember vaguely how I trembled in fear and shame as I’d tried to protest angrily, tried to scream out and struggle against six of these men who’d stepped forward. But all to no avail as my micro-chip kicked in and made me do what they demanded.
And as I’d fallen to my knees, feeling impotent and powerless, I’d watched with tears in my eyes as Justin and Sean were pushed down onto their knees next to me, I then watched in terror as three of the men stepped forward, unbuttoning their overalls, ordering us to blow them.
I was supposed to protect my brothers, but there was nothing I could do. I felt useless, desperate and utterly despondent as I watched the fear on my brothers faces growing. I know at the time I didn’t care what they did to me. But when it came to Sean and Justin, well I couldn’t just kneel there and see them shamed and degraded like this. But there was nothing I could do. Especially when I heard my little brother Justin start to sob, his small firm naked body shaking all over, looking at me and pleading for me to save him.
Again the terrifying memory of my micro-chip’s obedience program forcing me to be completely submissive, rendering me incapable of protecting my brothers from these perverts and what they were trying to force us to do.
I remember how I thought I was going insane, that this just couldn’t be happening. How I’d looked frantically at both Sean and Justin frightened faces, my terrified eyes begging them to forgive me that I couldn’t protect them.
Yes, I can still remember how my two brothers had watched me as my micro-chip forced me to turn back around to face the first fat smelly man standing before me. I remember how I’d taken his rancid penis into my mouth, one of many erect penises I would be forced to suck.
I don’t remember how long I stayed on my knees, but I remember with shame the continuous sounds of myself and my brothers slurping and sucking deeply on the rampant thrusting penises shoved into our mouth, of the many loud vicious open-palmed stinging slaps across our faces echoing throughout the room. How the three of us, side by side, obediently swallowing each of the twelve men’s continuous spurts of endless sperm.
And yes, I can vaguely remember how the three of us finally gave up struggling to over-ride the micro-chips injected into our spines. How my brothers and I sank into a state of utter shock, and we’d obediently responded to their orders to pretend we actually loved sucking them off. How we quickly reached up with our trembling hands and gently caressed and massaged the hairy chests, stomachs, inner thighs and tenderly cupped and squeezed the huge dangling testicles of the men we were sucking off.
For four long hours we were kept in that small elongated room, the sounds of us moaning and cooing in pleasure filling the room as we fellated these smelly grunting farting men and then orally pleasured any other men who happened to walk in.
It’s strange to look back and realise there is actually a huge gap of time missing in my mind. I don’t remember anything but a few static images of how my two younger brothers and I were then pushed onto our backs and then made to beg each man to fuck us as hard as possible.
The micro-chips in each of our spines had by now taken over completely, making us lift our legs into the air and spread them as far as possible. And as each man mounted us, fucking us as hard as they could, we lay there and thanked them over and over again for making us into their personal bitches, their faggot whore.
But the worst was when they made us fuck and suck each other. I wept with despair and shame as I submitted to the men’s demands unable to stop myself from sucking off my two brothers, and then fucking them as hard and brutally as I could when directed.
For four horrendous hours we were made to suck each other off, to repeatedly sixty-nine with each other before we were made to take turns anally penetrate each other.
I vaguely remember how it all finally it came to an end.
Of them finally making us stand and assume the mandatory slave position, of them taking hold of the leaking knobs of our fully erect cocks and leading us off to get finger-printed, photographed and showered.
I have the vaguest recollection of being brought before the slave courts, of the presiding judge authorising our “Lifetime” enslavement and then our immediate transportation to the state-owned ‘Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility’.
But I do remember clearly the agony and pain of my micro-chip’s punishment unit being used on me to snap me out of my shocked dazed state, how the slave facility officers laughed as they raised it to ‘Level 2’, and how I had felt a huge piece of my inner-self die in that instant.
And then the nightmare got worse.
Our training began in serious. I do remember I couldn’t do anything to protect Sean or Justin, as we were punished for the smallest infractions.
I watched in horror as our body hair was permanently removed, how we all looked like grotesquely tall pre-pubescent boys standing in the mandatory slave position, there in the sterile shower block, as they hosed the smeared on hair removal crème from our bodies.
Once again Sean, Justin and I found ourselves placed in a single cell together. I’d wept as I realised we were being kept together, and I remember hugging them both close to me. Justin had the look of a desperately lost puppy, his eyes glancing frantically around in terror at our surroundings, while Sean was nearly always hysterical. I really wasn’t any better, suffering from anxiety and stress as I wondered what was going to happen to us.
I remember how ashamed and humiliated I felt on that first night, when a booming voice sounding over a loud speaker, set our pleasure level programs to 3, and then ordered us to start practicing oral and anal sex on each. At first I tried to rebel, and again I was punished severely until my micro-chip kicked in and I found myself doing what was ordered of me. Whenever we had any free time, which was usually only late at night, we were required to suck each other off, and viciously fuck each other no matter how tired we were.
I can still remember how everyday I was disciplined about three or four times a day. All they needed to punish us was verbally announce the punishment level they wanted, and instantly we would suffer the excruciating agony that followed.
But the most humiliating thing done to us was when the on-duty officers sent for Sean, Justin and I. Every late afternoon, we would be brought to the officer’s lodge where we were forced to orally and anally perform for them.
In the officer’s lodge there would always be about 8 or 9 men lounging around, and as we stood in the mandatory slave position before them, we would initially be made to masturbate for long periods before they took us off to designated cots and proceeded to use us for their personal pleasure.
I know my will and my mind were completely broken the first time we were escorted there. Ordered onto my knees before my two brothers, I was forced to take each of their thick teenage penises into my mouth and pleasure them to the best of my abilities. My micro-chip’s pleasure mode was set at ‘Level 3’ at all times, and I was unable to stop myself doing what was commanded of me.
But they were instructed not to cum, as the officers had decided it would be more fun to watch Sean and Justin fuck me. Ordered onto my back in the middle of the room, Sean was made to mount me, with my legs resting on his back. Obediently he fucked me, his face sad with utter shame, and once he’d finished, ejaculating deep up inside me, I was then forced onto my hands and knees where Justin was made enter me from behind.
With our pleasure modes set, we acted out the roles they demanded of us, spoke like the little boys they expected us to be, and for many hours each afternoon, we continued to perform for them before they took us off individually and made us pleasure them until they were tired of us and send us back to the slave barracks.
Time seemed to fly by, but I knew we had only been there a few weeks when Master Noel suddenly turned up unannounced. At the time, I didn’t know what was happening as we’d been marched towards the small visitor’s office and instructed to be on our best behaviour.
Neither my brothers nor I knew who we were seeing, and my greatest fear at the time was they were finally going to split us up, separate us forever.
Oh how I had nearly cried with relief when I saw Master Noel. It didn’t matter that we’d had a few scuffles at school, or even that he mightn’t have liked me that much. We were fellow high school students and football players on the same team.
To me, I remember thinking instantly here was someone who could help us. But I also knew he was a free citizen and I was now only a broken obedient slave. The brutal training I’d undertaken so far made me stand perfectly still in the mandatory slave position, and only when Master Noel gave me permission did I look up.
I remember that first time I saw him looking at me so sad. And as I realised what I must have looked like to him, completely naked, with my erect cock straining as it stood up ready for his inspection, I nearly broke down and wept then and there if it weren’t for my micro-chip keeping me in check.
But more importantly, I remember how ashamed and humiliated I was that he was seeing me like this.
Then he suddenly said he’d help me. I found myself lost for words, unable to express my gratitude to him for saving me and my brothers from this horrible nightmare.
I remember the trip to the manager’s office was a humiliation I tried to put out of my mind. For Noel to see me fall to my knees and perform oral on that large fat man, and then for him to see me being fucked up my arse and jerked off at the same time until I came all over myself, well, I’d hoped he knew I had no choice but to obey.
But as I was dressing, I was stunned when Noel told me I was free but not my brothers. That’s when I finally realised that Noel was the perpetrator of my whole family’s enslavement and I suddenly felt myself crack. In an instant, I wanted to kill him, rip him limb from limb. I wanted to take his neck in my hands and squeeze the very life from his body.
And then before I knew what hit me, he used my micro-chip’s punishment mode on me. Instantly I’d collapsed and felt the searing agony once again, and as he used it on me a second and then third time, he increased the power to a level I’d never experienced before.
And so I begged Noel to please give me back my brothers. Yes I remember pleading with him, telling him I’d do anything he wanted if he would just let me take my brothers out of that slave training facility.
But he wouldn’t budge until I agreed to his conditions.
I was to turn up at his place, and with his best friends watching me, I was to get on my knees and beg to suck his cock and then beg him to fuck me. And then I was to let them use me the same way.
If I did what he wanted, and he was happy with how I performed, and if I signed a paper that would make his younger brother Evan my master and his personal pleasure slave, then he would hand over my brothers to me.
And so I was freed, allowed to leave that terrifying slave training facility to decide what I wanted to do. By then, I didn’t care. I’d do anything for my brothers and if this was the only way I could help them, so be it!
So I went back home to find it had been left untouched since my parents and brothers had been dragged from there, and in a daze, I slumped onto my bed and cried myself to sleep.
The next day I wandered around, not knowing what to do. Whenever anyone looked at me, I’d hang my head in shame, thinking they knew I’d been enslaved and made to do things that had humiliated and degraded me.
I realised the three week long slave training program had altered me permanently, as I trembled whenever I saw other free citizen’s with their slaves.
After six days I went back to school. There was nothing else I could do, and I thought maybe if I could see Noel, maybe ask him to be reasonable, to even beg him again to let me have my brothers back.
That’s when I saw Evan showing off Sean. I followed him from a distance, not wanting either of them to know I was watching them. I knew Sean was being forced to have oral sex with anyone Evan told him to do it with, but it was only when I heard Sean’s loud piercing screams coming from one of the students’ private resting rooms, that I burst in to find Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond sodomising my brother in the most vicious and cruel way.
Instantly I struck out, lifting Steve above my head and throwing him against the opposite wall and then beating the crap out of Trevor. For the first time since I’d been released I hugged poor Sean’s badly beaten naked body close to me, whispering in his ears that everything would be alright, that I would make things better.
And when I turned my head and saw Evan looking at me and then at Sean strangely, I lost my head and went off at him. He was terrified and confused, and then I realised he might not have known Sean was my brother.
But that’s when Noel walked in, and behind him stood Justin. I didn’t really listen to what Noel had to say, all my attention was focused on my two brothers.
That was when I knew I had to do whatever Noel demanded of me. There were no choices here. If I didn’t, I knew he was sick enough to follow through on his threats to sell my brothers and I’d lose them forever.
Also, with the micro-chip still implanted within my spine, I knew I wasn’t really free. I was only being allowed to wander around, as if in limbo, waiting until Noel chose the moment to reel me back in and finish off whatever horrible plan he’d set me up for.
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4. Evan Morgan - A Disgraceful Performance
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
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I was frantic, nearly hysterical.
With Monet’s help, I’d put Swallow, I mean Sean, into my bed as soon as I got him home. We’d determined he was okay physically, and he would heal in time, but I could see he was still in deep shock and I didn’t want to leave him by himself.
“I’m so sorry Sean! I didn’t know! I really didn’t know!” I kept babbling on, weeping as I used a cold damp compress to gently cool the bruises swelling up all over his face. He was looking up at me in a sad helpless way, and I could see he was remembering over and over again how Trevor and Steve had raped him and then how his brother had come to the rescue, reassuring him and trying to protect him.
It made no sense. How had I ended up owning Brad Cahill’s brother? I needed to see Noel straight away, but I knew he wouldn’t be home until after football training in another 3 hours. I had to find out what was happening and then decide what to do.
But as I gently questioned Sean, as he told me of what had happened to his family, how he and his family including Brad had been enslaved four weeks previously due to his father being charged and sentenced for tax evasion, a nagging feeling deep inside me began to grow.
Then when he told me what had happened since, of the horrors he and his brothers had been through and how Noel had suddenly turned up to immediately set Brad free but keeping Justin and himself, it was as if a bomb had exploded in my mind.
Suddenly everything fell into place.
This was it! Noel’s ultimate revenge against Brad Cahill!
I felt as if an icy blade had entered my lungs as I thought of the magnitude of what Noel had done, and how he’d played me as well by giving Sean to me as a gift to be my very own personal pleasure slave.
The irony wasn’t lost on me as I imagined how my brother must have laughed as he thought of how I’d use Sean to satisfy my own sexual needs.
But this was Brad’s brother, Sean Cahill!
And then there was Brad, the one person at high school who’d stood up for me and who I considered my all-time teenage role-model and football hero. A young teenage hunk who I adored from afar, who I had a secret crush on and who’d taken the time to stop by, see how I was and had been so kind to me.
No wonder he hated me! And I knew he hated me!
I’d seen it in his blue eyes early that afternoon. And how could he not hate me? Not after everything I’d done to his brother today.
Again my heart jumped a few beats as I thought of how insensitive I’d been to Sean and how I’d betrayed him by giving him to all those guys at school so he could give them blow jobs.
It was three hours later I finally got to confront Noel. He’d come in the back door, dragging young Justin Cahill behind him, trying to avoid the other slaves as well as my parents as he made his way up to his bedroom.
And I could see why. Justin was bleeding from every orifice and was black and blue all over. He looked like he’d been severely beaten repeatedly and he was having trouble standing on his own two feet.
I followed as Noel literally dragged the poor young abused teenager up to his bedroom, and then watched as my brother dumped him on the floor next to his large king-sized bed. Then ushering me out of his way, he slammed his door closed and locked it behind us.
“What have you done, Noel?” I said to him immediately, shaking my head in utter dismay and horror.
“Oh don’t look so sanctimonious, Evan. After football practice all the guys just wanted to have some fun. Turns out the kid here is a real squealer, so he needed to be silenced a few times before he got into the swing of things.” Noel said, oblivious to the pain the young boy must have been feeling.
“Now, about this afternoon, well, don’t worry about it. Yes, these used to be Brad Cahill’s brothers, but they’re only slaves now, our slaves, so you’d better remember that.” Noel continued.
“Anyway, how’s your slave doing? Not too damaged I hope?” he added, looking at me as I stared back at him in disbelief.
“You did this to him, to Brad! This is your way of getting back at him for punching you all those weeks ago! How could you? I never dreamed you could be this vindictive!” I stuttered, looking down at Brad’s youngest brother laying there battered and bruised on the floor.
“Oh spare me the pity-pot for fucks sake! Yes, I got back at him, fucked that faggot-girl over real good, and I can promise you he’ll never recover from this anytime in the near future. Let that be a lesson to any low-life who might think about taking me on!” he said hurriedly, as he leaned down, picked Justin up and threw him on his back onto his bed.
“Anyhow, forget about that cunt! Listen up, Evan! I got some friends coming over Friday afternoon to stay the weekend and we’re preparing a special present to give to you. Make up for the terrible things that happened at school today. So be here Sunday evening around 11:30pm. Now get the fuck out of my room! I’m still horny and I intend to have some fun with my little slave whore here before I crash out.” He said, dismissing me as he turned his full lustful attentions towards Justin.
I didn’t go to school for the rest of the week. I stayed in my room and tendered to Sean. He was slowly opening up to me more, telling me of how his life used to be before his enslavement and what he and his family used to do for fun.
He loved his oldest brother with a passion, a mix of unconditional adulation and brotherly love that made me feel really envious. I didn’t have the same relationship with my brother, and it was doubtful that we ever could.
I stayed away from my brother, avoiding him as much as I could, but by Friday evening, I could hear loud muffled noises coming from Noel’s bedroom just up the hallway from my room. I figured his friends had turned up and Noel was probably partying on with them. My heart went out to young Justin, as I knew he would have to suffer their combined cruel lusts and do whatever they wanted.
At 11pm on Sunday, August finally came to my bedroom with a message from Noel, asking me to come to his room straight away.
At first I didn’t want to go, but I knew if I didn’t send August back immediately telling my brother I’d be there, Noel and his friends would probably come barging into my room, or he would definitely take out his anger at me on Justin, as well as August.
How can I express the shock I felt as I entered Noel’s bedroom and saw what was happening in there. Maybe I should have expected it, knowing Noel loved to do anything that would humiliate and degrade me, while grossing me out at the same time.
Still, I was stunned into shocked silence as I walked into Noel’s room to find my brother sitting comfortably on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down with his legs spread wide apart.
Between Noel’s legs knelt Brad, my role-model, my football hero, with his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Completely naked, Brad quickly sucked up and down the full length of my brother’s large erect cock, taking the raging throbbing shaft all the way into his mouth each time while making loud obscene slurping noises.
Sitting in a sofa chair on the other side of the room, smiling contemptuously as he watched Brad blowing my brother sat Trevor Newby. Also naked, his large solid hairy body slumped back, his thick hairy legs spread wide apart, Trevor was thoroughly enjoying the loud sucking sensations Justin’s mouth and throat were giving his long erect cock.
And sitting back comfortably in Noel’s computer chair, with his legs spread wide apart, sat Steve Newby. Like Trevor, he too was naked and watching Brad sucking up and down Noel’s throbbing cock, while at the same time, he too enjoyed the expert blow job August was giving him.
Suddenly the memories of when Brad had stood tall and proud and then punched Noel in the face and knocked him out flashed through my mind as I tried vainly to reconcile the vision of my high school football hero now on trembling knees between my brother’s legs, sucking Noel’s large cock into his mouth.
Also, the image of Brad picking up Steve bodily over his head and throwing him across the room flashed through my mind, while the memory of how he’d beaten Trevor into unconsciousness reminded me that Brad could definitely look after himself.
I knew instantly that in some way Brad was being coerced into doing this against his will and it didn’t take a brain surgeon to work out that Noel must be using Brad’s two brothers against him to make him do what he wanted.
Maybe it shouldn’t have upset me really. I now knew Noel would do anything to take out his revenge on Brad, and it looked like his vengeance included reducing Brad into nothing more than a cock-sucking, arse-fucked pleasure slave to sate Noel’s perverted lusts in front of his friends.
But it did upset me, and I was starting to feel nauseous when Noel started to roughly face-fuck Brad’s slobbering sucking mouth in a cruel violent manner in front of me.
I didn’t want to see this side of Noel, of how cruel and vicious my brother could be to any helpless person or slave who had no way to fight back or resist.
Also, I really didn’t want to see Brad being completely degraded and humiliated in this way.
“Like I’ve always told you, bro, he’s nothing but a fucking faggot-girl! A fucking cock sucking queer-girl who’s finally accepting his place in life! And to think this cunt had the gall to think he was better than me!” Noel grunted maliciously as he thrust his groin savagely upwards, ramming his hard cock all the way to the back of Brad’s mouth, bruising the entire lining of his throat as Noel made Brad gag uncontrollably with each brutal thrust.
“This is what happens to faggot scum who decide to lay a hand on me and my friends and think they can get away with it, hey bro!” Noel grunted out even louder as he grasped both of Brad’s ears in a painful pincer grip and began pounding away, setting up a vicious fuck pace that made Brad’s head whiplash back and forth in rhythm to my brother’s large cock slamming in and out of his mouth.
Suddenly I wanted to get away. There was no need for me to be here as Noel continued to humiliate and torment Brad, so turning to leave, I quickly opened the door.
“If you walk out of my room now, bro, I’ll have both Trevor and Steve castrate the cunt and his little brother right here and now, and then tomorrow morning I’ll sell both their sorry boy-pussies to the Ukraine Sulfur mines. As you know, neither will last a week in those mines without any balls. Now get your ass back in here, close and lock the door, and sit yourself down over in the corner of the room. I’ve still got to show you how well faggot-girl here is coming along!” Noel said in a quiet ominous voice, as he suddenly pushed Brad’s loudly gagging mouth away from his large leaking, throbbing dick, and gave Brad a ferocious backhand across his humiliated badly beaten face.
At first I stood there deciding if I would call Noel’s bluff or not, but I knew by the tone of my brother’s voice he was deadly serious this time. Just the sight of Brad’s bowed submissive head, how he’d been bashed and beaten around his face, how his naked muscled lean body appeared to be covered in black and blue contusions and a thick layer of perspiration, and trembling uncontrollably in fear as he knelt naked before Noel’s parted legs, sent a wave of sympathy through me.
As I did what Noel demanded of me and then sat down, I suddenly realised I was now seriously concerned for Brad’s, Sean’s and Justin’s safety. Maybe if I spoke to father about it later? For the moment though, all I could do was watch and listen as Noel stood up while slowly stroking his still fully erect penis, and gestured for Brad to move his ass and get on the bed on his back.
“The first thing you got to learn, bro, is don’t take any shit from any faggot-girl. Always remember, they’re just low-life cunts to be fucked whenever you want to, and when you tell them to do something, they better do it straight away. Now assume the position and start begging me to fuck you bitch, and make it sound really good. I want my little bro here to see just how much of a queer ass faggot-girl you really are!” Noel snarled at Brad.
As Trevor and Steve laughed and applauded, urging Noel on, again my heart skipped a beat and went out to Brad as he immediately arranged himself on top of Noel’s bed. On his back, Brad grabbed both his ankles, pulled them up towards his head and spread his legs outwards as far apart as he could.
For the first time I found myself staring at Brad’s enormous erect penis and large dangling hairless balls. It was something I could only dream about in my fantasies. There he was on his back, holding his legs wide apart and my eyes were glued to his rock hard cock, which must have been 8 or nine inches long and so very thick. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never seen anything that big in my life, and found myself blushing in embarrassment, hoping Noel and his friends hadn’t seen me ogling Brad’s genitals in such a lustful way.
And as Brad forced his legs even further apart, with his finely chiseled body doubled up at the waist and his firm buttocks raised high off the bed, his butt cheeks immediately spread wide apart to reveal his already stretched, red raw arsehole to Noel’s, Trevor’s and Steve’s leering gaze. Then lifting his head and looking up at Noel and smiling in a sexy feminine submissive way, Brad began begging my brother to please fuck him.
“Daddy, please fuck my worthless little girl’s vagina, please Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my useless sloppy cunt with your huge manly fuck-pole, please Daddy!” Brad cooed and pleaded loudly in a high pitched, girlish voice that made me cringe inwardly.
“Now that’s not good enough girl! In fact, it was fucking hopeless! You just aren’t begging hard enough! Now start again, and make me believe you really want me to fuck you! And you’d better put your whole heart and soul into it this time! Beg me like the true faggot-girl that you really are!” Noel grated furiously.
I could see that Brad, under the façade of the sensually smiling and enthusiastic face he wore to please my brother, was absolutely humiliated and very frightened. But gripping his ankles tighter, Brad forced his smooth hairless muscular spread legs further apart, which lifted his buttock up even higher into the air, opening the lips of his used and puffed up anus wider. Immediately Brad again commenced begging Noel to fuck him in a louder shrill little girl’s voice.
“Daddy, please fuck my faggot-girl’s sloppy vagina, please Daddy! Daddy, please make me squeal like a happy queer cunt by fucking me really hard, please Daddy!” Brad continued begging as Noel stared down at him in triumph.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. There was Brad, my muscle-bound idol, our ex-high school football team captain, the most masculine teenage guy I knew begging to be fucked in a make-believe girl’s voice that send shivers of shame through me, while utterly degrading himself in the most perverse way possible in front of my brother Noel, his friends, and me.
“Okay, slut! You’ve talked me into it! You’re even looking like a proper faggot-girl, so I’ll give you a treat and fuck you dry!” Noel relented with a snarl, as he quickly crawled on top of Brad’s outspread legs, and pushed his large leaking erection all the way up Brad’s anus.
As Noel sank his thick cock-shaft all the way up to his balls, and then pumped his cock in and out of Brad’s completely stretched arsehole a few times, Noel suddenly stopped and looked at me.
“You know bro? There’s nothing finer than fucking the slack pussy-hole of our ex-high school’s top sports jock, turning him into your own personal queer bitch girl. And you want to know something, Evan? His loving this so much his leaking all over his own stomach already! Anyway, you should try it some time!” Noel exclaimed in ecstasy as he immediately slammed his hips down and began fucking Brad as hard as he could.
Again I cringed in embarrassment for Brad as I heard a single sob and groan of pure shame escape his mouth before he immediately began thanking my brother for fucking his arsehole.
“Pleasure level 6, proceed!” Noel suddenly grunted in a firm gasping voice. Instantly I heard the air escaping Brad’s lungs as he gasped and started to hump his violated spread buttocks as hard as he could upward to meet my brother’s pounding downward thrusts.
“Oh thank you Daddy for fucking my sloppy pussy so hard, like only a real big dicked man can, Daddy! Daddy, oh it feels so good, thank you Daddy! Daddy, it makes my queer-girl’s vagina twitch and quiver, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please stretch my faggot-girl’s sloppy cunt even wider with your massive manly cock, please Daddy!” Brad repeated over and over again as Noel fucked him as if Brad were a real slave girl.
“Yeah, that’s it faggot-girl! Keep begging me! Yeah, take my big cock like the girly fag you really are! Oh yeah, that’s it! Tighter cunt! Make your sloppy vagina squeeze my dick as hard as you can! Yeah, that’s it!” Noel spat into Brad’s smiling yet frightened bright red bruised and battered face as my brother ferociously and savagely fucked Brad’s arsehole, lost in an exquisite blissful haze of the fuck lust he was floating in.
It was a strange scene to watch unfold before me. Again, here was my cherished football hero and long time role-model, acting the part of a sluttish whore girl, pretending to be a pretty little girl for Noel’s amusement, obediently, enthusiastically and eagerly begging my brother to dominate and fuck him in the most humiliating position possible.
But even stranger was how my own dick betrayed me as I watched the savage rutting on top Noel’s bed, how my dick stiffened rock-hard, throbbing and pulsing in my bulging tented pants as I watched my brother continue to take his time as he brutally fucked Brad as hard as he could.
Suddenly Noel slowed down, and lifting his chest up a fraction off Brad’s vulnerable sweat-covered body, he raised his right hand, and smashed his fist into Brad’s now terrified smiling face.
“That’s for all the times you laid a fist on me and my friends at school, you pathetic cunt! Now what do you say, queer-girl?” Noel roared as he resumed fucking Brad again.
“Daddy, thank you for fucking and disciplining me like the stupid faggot-girl I am, Daddy! Daddy, thank you for teaching me the errors of my queer ways, thank you Daddy!”
This was way too much for me. I couldn’t stay silent anymore.
“Why are you doing this to him? Why are you tormenting him and making him talk in that horrible ridiculous way? And why the fuck am I here?” my voice rising with disgust, as I watched Noel fucking Brad as hard as he could.
But it was Steve who answered me, and as he pushed August’s head hard down on his cock all the way, forcing Noel’s pleasure slave to suddenly gag violently. Turning to me with a strange condescending look on his face, he shook his head as if I were an imbecile.
“What you going on about? The cunt’s a faggot, a queer! Came here Friday afternoon while we were hanging out having some fun with Noel’s new slave, and the fucker opened up and confessed he was a homo. Just like that! And then before we know what to do, he’s on his knees, jerking off and begging to suck on Noel’s knob. Wanted your brother to fuck him as well, for Christ sake! Started calling Noel his big ‘Daddy’! Couldn’t believe what we were hearing!” Steve said in a drawl as he looked at me.
“But because he’d got honest with us, and then begged both me and Trevor to do him as well, while also begging us to beat him up as we were fucking him, well, we kind of took pity on him and did what he wanted.”
“Anyway, would’ve taken him to the cops straight afterwards if he didn’t sign the slavery papers your brother had stashed up here. Looks like you got yourselves a new pleasure slave that loves to get fucked and beaten up as well, lucky bastards!” he ended, turning his attention back to the action on the bed.
“But that’s not right! You know him! You know he’s straight! How can you…?” I started but Trevor cut me off.
“What the fuck are you bitching about, kid? I mean, I’m surprised we didn’t pick it up earlier either, especially when he was showering with us after football practice. If we’d known then, he’d probably be dead. But just take one look at his face, what his saying, and what his doing now and you can tell his a fucking faggot! Who would have thought this punk was nothing but a filthy masochistic queer who likes to be dominated!” laughed Trevor, clearly irritated I was making such a commotion about something so trivial.
And I did gasp in shock when I turned my attention back to Noel fucking my hero, watching in amazement as Brad suddenly lifted his head up off the mattress and begin licking and planting passionate kisses all over Noel’s hairy upper chest, long thick neck, and bulging shoulders, before gently sucking softly under my brother’s chin, as he continued thanking my brother for fucking and beating him.
For over twenty long minutes, Noel kept fucking, stopping at intervals to raise his fist and viciously smash it into Brad’s face. For over twenty long minutes, Noel roared into Brad’s badly beaten smiling face that he was nothing but a queer faggot-girl.
And as Noel pounded his cock into Brad as if he were fucking a real woman, while continuing to viciously punch Brad’s face, Brad frantically humped his firm muscular buttocks up and down in rhythm to Noel’s fuck pace, and continued to somehow smile and thank my brother for using him like a cheap faggot whore girl.
“Daddy, thank you for stretching my little cunt real wide, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my vagina even harder, please Daddy! Daddy, I really love your big manly penis sliding in and out of my loose sloppy pussy, thank you Daddy!” Brad cooed softly as he passionately kissed and licked Noel’s upper chest and throat.
Suddenly Noel gasped out loud, utterly turned on and basking in Brad’s passionate adulation, and as he too moaned and groaned, and I watched the way his naked hairy body stiffened and twitched, I knew for a fact my brother was about to orgasm.
And when he finally did shoot his pent-up juices deep up inside Brad’s tortured bowels, Noel suddenly collapsed on top of him, laying there for a long while before he stirred, pulled his wilting uncut thick cock out of Brad’s arsehole and rolled off him to lay motionless beside Brad’s trembling abused body.
Without being told, Brad hurried to get up off his back and quickly kneeling between Noel’s parted legs, and with his hands behind his back, he lowered his head to gently take my brother’s still semi-hard spent organ all the way to the back of his mouth. And after sucking and licking it clean, paying special attention to lick any leftover slime trapped inside my brother’s foreskin, Brad then moved his quivering mouth further down to carefully suck and lick on Noel’s large low hanging hairy balls.
As I looked on, I could see the toll Noels’ fists had taken on Brad’s face. All in all, Noel must have landed about twenty solid knuckle-jarring punches as he’d been fucking Brad’s arse.
Again, another wave of sympathy for Brad overwhelmed me as I stared sadly at his once beautiful blue eyes, which were now nearly swollen shut. Brad’s perfectly pert and cute button top nose was now a bloodied nearly flattened mess, and his once sensually thick gorgeous lips were now puffed up, split and bleeding.
I knew he must be suffering intense pain as he rubbed and caressed his damaged lips and nose against my brother’s big fat hairy ball sac before gently sucking one of Noel’s testicles into his mouth. And as he suckled on my brother’s balls, Brad continued to somehow maintain a semblance of a happy contented smile on his battered face, while moaning and cooing loudly as if what he was doing was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever done in his life.
“Well, bro! I got to admit that was the best fuck I’d had in a long time! And as you can see, faggot-girl’s dick is still rock hard and leaking. Bet you didn’t know he came twice as I was fucking him, so I reckon his coming along nicely. Always thanks me when I let him pleasure me, and never complains when I beat the shit out of him.” Noel said breathlessly as Brad swirled one of his large hairy testicles gently around in his slurping mouth.
“And don’t worry about the injuries to his face. They won’t scar or mark his queer looks, and he’ll heal in no time. If not, we can get some micro-surgery done on him anytime. Of course, he’ll be seeing a lot more of mine and my friends’ fists later on, because we haven’t finished punishing this cunt for his past indiscretions towards us. Anyway, by the time we’re finished with him, I’m sure you won’t have any problems at all when I eventually hand him over to you.” Noel said contentedly, all his previous rage and fury completely gone.
Regardless of the fact I was feeling traumatised and sickened by what was happening to Brad, Noel’s last comment definitely did grab my attention.
Was Noel really going to give Brad to me? Was it true Brad was now our pleasure slave? And why would Noel give Brad to me in any case?
“But we haven’t finished yet, have we girl? Now it’s Trevor and Steve’s go. You know what to do!” Noel said as he got up off the bed and motioned to Trevor to have a go if he wanted to.
Trevor immediately looked at me and then back at Brad.
“Okay queer! Why don’t you put your gym clothes back on again? Let Noel’s little brother see just how much of a faggot you really are. You can do what you did earlier when you first came in, admitting to us all you were a fucking homo!” Trevor said, smiling evilly as he threw Brad his gym shorts, t-shirt and jock-strap.
“You see Evan, the truths in his actions and what he says. So watch up and see for yourself, because no-one made him come here and do this. And when he’s finished, then I’ll show you what a real man does with a piece of shit like this!” Trevor said as he turned back around and we watched Brad quickly get up off his back and pick up his high school gym clothes.
Within seconds Brad had slipped his jock strap and tight little gym shorts back up his legs and over his hips, and donned his t-shirt. To me he still looked awesome, even though his face was badly bruised and battered.
He was still a living walking wet dream, and his high school gym shorts clung to his firm hips in a way that not only outlined his firm muscled buttock and thighs, but truly emphasised his huge erect cock and walnut-sized balls.
But then Brad reached down and pulled the hem at the bottom of the left leg of his gym shorts up, releasing with difficulty his large erect penis and balls for all to see. There he stood at attention with his muscled arms hanging at his sides, and his firm thick legs together and his huge penis fully erect jutting out from the leg opening of his gym shorts, with his balls swinging low.
“Okay, do it, homo! Show Evan what you did when you got here!” Trevor sneered.
And then to my astonishment, Brad began doing really fast jumping jacks as he looked at Trevor in a shy timid way. As he quickly jumped and landed in a position that spread his legs wide apart, he clapped his hands above his head. And then just as quickly Brad would jump up again and land on his feet with his legs together and his arms at his sides.
It was all too bizarre, and all I could do was watch as he continued doing very fast jumping jacks, his cock and balls bouncing up and down to the speed of him jumping and landing. And even though it was perversely outrageous, I still found it to be the most provocative and sensual thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my sloppy vagina real hard, please Daddy!” Brad began intoning over and over again in a voice which imitated that of a little girl as he jumped up and down.
“See what I mean, Evan! That’s the same guy who came here and admitted he was a fairy to us!” Trevor said as he licked his lips in lust, stepped forward, and backhanded Brad across his battered face.
“Now get on your back like before, queer, and I’ll fuck you just the way you like it!” Trevor said snidely, watching as Brad instantly dropped down onto the floor on his back, lifted his knees up to his chest, and reaching around pulled the fabric of his gym shorts that covered his buttocks taut. Clearly seen by all, where the seam running down the back of Brad’s gym shorts was stitched was a large hole which had been ripped into them so as to give direct access from the outside to Brad’s anus.
The rest of how Trevor humiliated and beat up Brad as he fucked him began to numb my mind. I watched as Trevor knelt at the base of Brad’s buttock, lifted my hero’s legs over his shoulders and then lay down heavily on top of Brad. And when in position, Brad obediently reached round and guided Trevor’s leaking erection into the hole ripped into the back of his gym shorts and pushed his anus up onto Trevor’s quivering eager cock.
And like Noel before him, Trevor began smashing his fists into Brad’s face as he fucked him brutally.
Of course, once he’d finished and Brad had dutifully licked and sucked his semi-rigid penis clean, Steve stepped forward, ordered Brad to immediately strip and forced Brad onto his knees where he demanded a blow job. At the same time Steve instructed Brad to jerk himself off, but not to come.
Steve’s thick penis and length made Brad gag repeatedly as he tried to take it all the way down his throat. Again my heart went out to him as I watched him being abused by Steve, and I wondered how Noel’s two friends could really believe Brad was doing this of his own free will.
Maybe they didn’t want to know? Maybe they just hated Brad so much, that any excuse to debase and humiliate him would do. And as I watched Steve then position Brad on his hands and knees, kneeling behind him as he drove his cock savagely all the way up his anal passage, I tried to look away, tried to think of a way to get out of here.
The sounds of Steve’s fists connecting all over Brad’s back as rode him, of Steve cursing him and smashing his knuckles into Brad’s sides and neck, eventually made me turn back and watch. In my own way, I was made to watch Brad’s humiliating shame, and if that was the case, then I needed to witness just how brutal and cruel my brother and his friends were.
Finally Steve ejaculated deep inside Brad’s bowels, and as Brad once again licked and sucked Steve limp cock and balls clean, he finally stood up on unsteady feet, teetering there for a moment.
Immediately Noel came up to him and took Brad’s chin in his hand.
“Time you showed your gratitude for getting real free men like us to fuck your worthless faggot-girl cunt! Also, I want you to show my bro here, just how you and that other hopeless slave over there clean up all the messes we make when we’re finished! Now hurry up and get on with it!” Noel said firmly.
For the second time only since I’d entered the room, I looked over at Justin as he hurriedly got up off his knees from between Trevor’s legs and went and lay on top of my brother’s bed.
And as Noel, Trevor and Steve watched with muted amusement, Brad stood up unsteadily on the king-sized bed so he could step over and position his feet on both sides of Justin chest, facing his young brother’s outstretched legs. Then squatting down all the way, balancing himself on his haunches, Brad lowered his just fucked and cum-filled arsehole onto his own younger brother’s pursed lips and open mouth.
As Justin lay there staring up at his older brother’s widely spread buttocks, he slowly masturbated himself as he sucked and tongued out as much of Noel’s, Trevor’s and Steve’s sperm from Brad’s stretched and gaping red raw anus.
Brad strained to stay balanced in this position, suddenly looked me straight in the eyes with a soul-wrenching stare of utter anguish as he reached down between his widely parted knees, gripped his huge erect penis in his large hand and commenced jerking himself as sensually as he could.
“Oh Daddy, thank you for letting me play with my little clitty, Daddy! Daddy, thank you for letting me show you how I like to masturbate myself and play with my little ovaries, thank you Daddy! Oh Daddy, I promise to squirt lots of little girly juices for you, Daddy! Daddy, oh it feels really good, thank you Daddy!” Brad said over and over again while at times changing his chants of degradation so they became far more humiliating and demeaning.
Within 10 minutes, all the magnificent lean yet severely bruised muscles on Brad’s body began to spasm intensely as he moaned in utter shame to the incredible sensations of Justin’s hot moist tongue sliding in and out of his anus, while his clenched fisted hand slid furiously up and down his huge throbbing erection.
“Daddy, can I squirt my little girly juices for your pleasure, Daddy?” Brad grunted between clenched teeth, struggling not to cum too early as he continued to furiously jerk off, while at the same time trying to maintain his squatting position over his young brother’s sucking mouth and probing tongue.
“Well, I suppose it would be nice to see how much woman’s juices a queer faggot slave girl like you can shoot when she’s all sexed up and randy. Why not? Yeah, do it queer-girl! Show me and my friends what a fucking useless cunt you really are, but you better make sure you don’t spill any of your slimy gunk on my sheets! Remember, none on my sheets or I’ll have you beaten to a pulp for disobeying me!” Noel said in an amused voice, oblivious to Brad’s struggles as he strained not to cum too early.
Suddenly Brad let out a huge sigh as he arched his back, gasped and grunted loudly, and as he fisted his throbbing aching dick at a furious pace, he aimed his rampant cock as low as he could, and whimpering uncontrollably, shot huge wads of his virile juices all over the front of his brother’s stomach and groin.
Still gasping and moaning as he tried to steady his breathing, Brad finally squeezed the last of his powerfully explosive sperm from his long thick penis before immediately leaning forward to lick up the steaming puddles of own jism he’d ejaculated all over his brother.
And once he’d licked up and then swallowed all his sperm from Justin’s body, Brad quickly took his younger brother’s throbbing cock all the way to the back of his mouth, and proceeded to give Justin a slow leisurely blow job, just like Noel, Trevor and Steve demanded of him.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it Evan?” Noel said to me as he watched Brad sucking off his youngest brother.
“Ah yes, and the big surprise I have for you is that when we’re finished with the fucker, he’ll be all yours. He’s signed all the proper legal papers required stating he is now officially your property, your pleasure slave! But understand little brother… you won’t be getting him until probably the end of next month. All our other friends still need time to come around, and by the sounds of it, they’re all just dying to try out this piece of queer slave meat.” He continued saying in a disdainful manner.
“In fact, just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’ll even let you take Justin from here once faggot-girl here has sucked him off and then showed us how much his little brother can cum in his mouth. We don’t want you bitching about us being completely heartless!” he finished.
Within minutes Justin arched his back up and moaning softly, ejaculated into Brad’s mouth, and once Brad had opened his mouth and shown everyone in the room how much of his younger brother’s cum covered his tongue, I immediately grabbed up Justin off Noel’s bed and raced him to the safety of my own bedroom.
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4.1 Noel Morgan – The Bitch Is Back
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)
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I have to hand it to faggot-girl. The love he had for his brothers was all encompassing, all consuming, and I truly believe now there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for them. I actually felt a vague grudging respect for him, but I also had an even deeper hatred for him now as he tried to act like a fucking martyr for them as well.
The violent display he exhibited at school when Trevor and Steve were having a little bit of fun with Evan’s new slave just wasn’t on. The fact that I had to be on hand goes to show you what a queer cunt he really was.
But I knew at the time I raced after him up the corridor and slapped him hard across his face that he’d show up at my house that Friday afternoon. It was written in his baby blue eyes that he’d do anything to somehow protect his brothers and if this was the only way he could, well so be it.
Of course, before he turned up, I’d given him instructions as to what to bring and how to dress. It was important that Trevor and Steve got to see him in his tightest fitting clothing. I wanted them to realise faggot-girl was nothing more than prime beef homo slave flesh, the best there was, but only after he’d admitted to them he was a fucking faggot, a raving queer, and then let us all use him to sate our lustful desires.
So when he turned up, I was more than pleased to see him in his high school gym t-shirt and tight shorts, looking as if he’d just stepped out of some illegal queer porno flick. Not only that, in a duffle bag flung over his shoulder, he’d obediently packed a few pairs of his skimpiest waist tight Speedo briefs, all of his football gear and a clean and ironed set of his high school uniform.
As I let him enter the front foyer of my family’s large house, I stared him in the face, trying to imagine what he must have been thinking and feeling.
To me, he was still very skittish, frightened to look anyone who came near him in the face. Except for the many video recordings I had stashed away showing what he and his brothers had been forced to do, I couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for him in those three uninterrupted weeks, locked up in a slave training centre, forced to suck all sizes of stiff dicks day in and day out, made to take hundreds of erect cocks up his faggot-pussy all the time and then humiliate himself with his own brothers, and punished severely for the smallest mistakes.
Also, I wondered what he must have thought when he was finally released and returned to eating normal food. I mean, slave food which only consisted of soft gelatin pellets and grey porridge-like mush, and regardless of how nutritious and full of proteins and minerals it was, still looked and tasted like shit to me.
“You ready faggot” I asked him in a sneering voice.
“Please Noel, why are you doing this? Please just give me my brothers back. I promise we’ll go away, you’ll never see us ever again!” he began pleading, and he even had tears welling up in his cute blue adorable eyes.
“Why? Because I can! Of course, I don’t really need an excuse for everything I do, but I’ll give you one, just because we’re old buddies okay?” I laughed at him as he hung his head low, trying not to sniffle and weep.
“I just hate you. And I love fucking and dominating anything I hate. You just happen to be a low-life scumbag who came along at the right time when my friends and I were getting pretty bored. Not much to do here in this tiny burg, and very little excitement. So you come waltzing in, start acting all prim and proper as if you’re one of us, play the big football hero and then decide to take me on. Well, aren’t you the stupid fuckwit then!” I added, shaking my head in mock sympathy.
“And believe me, I’m actually enjoying this. I’ve always enjoyed taking down big tough guys who thought they were better than me. Fucking them up the arsehole and getting them to suck me off is just part of what I do to destroy them. Oh don’t look so shocked! There have been a lot of others before you, but I must admit, you and your brothers are definitely the most attractive I’ve ever brought down.”
“Now why don’t we adjourn to my bedroom where Trevor and Steve are waiting? They don’t know you’re here, so you’d better put on a great performing for us. I want you acting like the queer faggot you really are, and if you stuff this up, I’ll make sure you never see your brother again. I’ll make sure they end up suffering agonies you’ve only ever dreamt about in your wildest nightmares! Understand?” I said to him and then stepped forward so I could cup and squeeze the huge bulge in his gym short in the palm of my hand.
“Feels like you’ve gone all limp in the dick department, faggot-girl! Don’t worry, because since you’ve still got that slave micro-chip in your spine, I’ll make sure you maintain an erection all the time. In fact, just to show you there are no bad feelings between us, I’ll set your slave pleasure level really high so whenever you’re getting fucked, you’ll absolutely love it.” I stated as I squeezed and caressed his bulging crotch.
“But I’ll still want you gagging whenever any of my friends fuck your mouth, so we’ll leave that setting unchanged. Got to make it all look and sound realistic, don’t we faggot-girl? Now, do you know what’s expected of you?” I asked again, this time squeezing his large balls as hard as I could.
“Yes Noel! I’ll do whatever you want! Please Noel!” he grunted in pain, gritting his teeth as he stood there suffering.
“Of course, if you do exactly what I want, and then sign the papers which will hand you over to my brother Evan as his personal pleasure slave, I promise I’ll give them back to you. Straight away in fact! Now are you ready?” I said impatiently letting go of his nuts and gesturing for him to precede me.
Like in the movies, I watched him as he lowered his head, his face bright red as he took a deep breathe, wiped the tears from his eyes, and moved ahead of me towards my bedroom.
“What the fuck’s he doing here? That bastard nearly put me in hospital!” Steve shouted when he saw Brad from where he was sitting naked from the waist down, as Justin, my newest pleasure slave and Brad’s youngest brother, kneeling naked between his parted legs, slowly but expertly sucked up and down the thick long length of Steve’s fully erect penis.
And Trevor, who’d been on his knees roughly fucking my other pleasure slave August up his arsehole, immediately pulled his cock out, rushed to a metal souvenir baseball bat I kept hanging over my mantelpiece, positioned himself ready to crack it over Brad’s head as he entered.
“Don’t worry guys! The cunts just come by to apologise for his rudeness the other day, and to tell us something he feels we all need to know straight away. Don’t you Brad?” I said as I ushered him to stand in the middle of my bedroom, before locking the door after us.
The look on faggot-girl’s face as he saw his little brother blowing Steve was classic. For a moment I thought all bets were off and he’d start punching out at the three of us. But he pulled himself together, looked down at the floor between his feet and mumbled his agreement with me.
“I can’t hear you Brad! You better speak up louder!” I growled in a low voice, my tone suggesting to him he better not fuck around.
“Yes Noel! Look guys, please forgive me, I’m really sorry for going off like that. I was jealous that I wasn’t part of what you were doing, and couldn’t help myself.” faggot-girl said, his voice trembling as he stared blankly ahead at Trevor and Steve.
Both Trevor and Steve looked back at him, blinking, not knowing how to react to this. They both hated Brad with a passion, and weren’t at all sure what this was all about.
“Why you dressed like that? You look like a fucking fag, for fuck sake!” Steve said, still not accepting Brad’s apology.
“Okay Brad! Tell them what you told me earlier. Best get it off your chest now!” I said firmly, stepping up in front of Brad so I could look into his eyes.
“Guys, I’ve got a confession to make. You see… I need to tell you… Well, I have to tell you that, well, I’m…” he said, unable to finish his sentence.
“What are you Brad? Come on, best you tell the guys what you are! You know you’ve wanted to for a long time!” I said, my voice betraying my growing anger as he continued to falter.
“Guys, I have to tell you that I’m gay. I’m a queer. Have been all my life and I’ve been really horny and wanted to pleasure all you guys ever since I first met you. I was hoping Noel would let me suck him off in front of you both. And then if he wouldn’t mind, I’d really like it if he’d fuck me up my vagina!” he said, but this time his voice was a monotone drone, as if his heart wasn’t in what he’d just said.
At first I was livid. There was no way what he’d just said sounded convincing, but as I raised my arm to backhand him, Trevor suddenly piped up as he walked forward, his still hard dick bouncing from side to side as he came over.
“What’s that you said? You’re a fucking faggot! I knew it! I picked him out ages ago, when he first came to our school. A fucking fruit!” he laughed, but the look in his face was one of pure disgust and rage.
“Did he just ask to suck you off Noel? And didn’t he just call his arsehole a vagina? And he wants to do this in front of us too! I can’t believe it! Well, well, well! We got us a live fucking queer here! Is that right faggot?” Steve said as he pushed Justin’s head roughly away from his leaking cock and came over to join Trevor and myself as we stared up into the faggot-girl’s humiliated red face.
“Yes Steve, I’m a queer faggot and I’d really like it if you and Trevor and Noel would fuck my mouth and pussy real hard and discipline me by beating me up as well. Please Noel, let me service your big cock, and I promise I’ll make you feel good!” faggot-girl said, his left eye twitching as he spoke in a soft humiliated voice.
Suddenly Trevor and Steve were lashing out punches, smashing their fists all over faggot-girl’s face and torso. In the background I could hear Justin sobbing and weeping softly as he watched what was happening to his big brother. Instantly I was on top of him, glaring into his face.
“You do what you’re told, say nothing or I’ll fucking kill you and your brother right now, understand?” I whispered sadistically into his ear. Shaking his head, he immediately assumed the slave position on his knees, looked down and stopped crying as I rejoined the guys.
And there I stood, grinning widely as I watched faggot-girl fall heavily to his knees under the barrage and weight of punches Trevor and Steve were pounding into him.
Just as quickly Trevor and Steve stopped beating on faggot-girl, and staring down into his now bruised and battered face.
“Well Noel! The fucking queer’s on his knees, so why don’t you make him beg you to suck your dick? I mean, if that’s what he wants, I reckon there’s no reason we can’t have some fun before we call the cops in. What you say?” Steve said breathlessly, as he landed one more savage punch to Brad’s left eye.
“Yeah okay, why not? Hey faggot-girl, beg to suck my dick and while you’re at it, you can call me Daddy from now on. Yeah, now you really do know who your Daddy is!” I laughed, slowly unzipping my pants and lowering them and my underwear past my knees.
“What you waiting for? Beg me, cunt, and make it sound good, and while you at it, you can jerk yourself off too. Prove to me you really want to suck on my dick, faggot!” I snarled, getting into the mood as I watched him immediately pull the front of his gym shorts down and start masturbating himself.
Admittedly to my surprise and probably to his as well, his cock was fully erect when he released it from his shorts, and then I remembered the implanted micro-chip. As soon as I ordered him to jerk off, it had sent the appropriate signals that made his large penis stiffen in seconds.
“Fucking hell, Jeez, will you look at the size of that mutha?” Steve said in awe as faggot-girl started to masturbate himself in front of us.
“Well Noel! Here’s the proof! No real guy would ever do this in front of another man! What a fucking queer! Just look at him jerking off and licking his lips while his ogling your meat Noel! For fucks sake, now that’s real nasty!” Trevor said scornfully.
“Maybe so, but I get to fuck the faggot-girl who thought he was oh so high and mighty! Well, cunt, start begging to suck my cock! What are you waiting for? Or do we have to beat you some more?” I snarled, moving my cock up close to faggot-girl’s face.
“Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy! Daddy, please shove your huge dick in my mouth, please Daddy!” he answered instantly in a heart breaking frightened and humiliated voice.
And as I stood there waiting, letting the faggot-girl beg me, and Trevor and Steve stood looking down at him in disgust, I couldn’t help smile with anticipation.
“Okay then, faggot-girl! Lean forward and start licking my cock all over. No, keep jerking yourself and just use your mouth, tongue and lips to pleasure me. Always remember, faggot-girl, queers are never allowed to touch real men like us unless specifically ordered to.” I commanded.
“That’s it! Slobber all over it! Now keep looking up into my eyes and smile sweetly whenever you’re giving me a blow job, regardless of whether my thick dick’s stuffed all the way down your throat or just my fat knobs in the entrance of your mouth!” I sneered, and watched as he quickly followed my instructions.
The look in the faggot-girl’s eyes was one of total humiliation, of utter defeat and even a real desire to not offend me in any way. I had laid down the course of his future, punished him in a way that terrified him when I’d first had him enslaved, and then made him reveal himself as a queer faggot-girl in front of two of my best friends. Now I was enjoying the entire length of his long moist tongue lapping up and down my spasming uncircumcised fully erect penis.
“Kiss my hairy balls, faggot! That’s it, get them all wet and dripping! Yeah, nice, real nice! Now take the whole length of my cock in your mouth and slide them cock sucking lips of yours up and down my dick shaft! Yeah, that’s it! Easy now! Watch those teeth of yours! You wouldn’t want me to have them all yanked out, would you faggot-girl?” I said teasingly, while breathing more heavily as his hot mouth sucked firmly on my cock.
After a few more minutes, and staring deeply into his blue eyes, I disengaged my bursting cock from his deep sucking mouth with a loud slurping pop.
“Let’s change the pace a bit, faggot-girl! Now that you’ve got my cock all lubed up, wet and dripping, why don’t you strip off your clothes, lie on your back, lift your legs up so you can grab your ankles and pull them up over your head?” I said hoarsely, wanting desperately to fuck his cherry now.
“Trevor, kneel down on one side of the faggot-girl’s head, and Steve, you get on the other side. Now both of you take hold of his ankles and pull them wider apart. Make sure the queer keeps his legs stretched apart as far as possible at all times, so his vagina’s gaping wide open and winking at me. That’s it! Yeah, raise his butt higher off the ground so I take my time fucking him!”
“Now faggot-girl, it’s time you acted like a horny little faggot! Reach round and pull your butt cheeks wide apart. Show me your girl-pussy, and start begging me to fuck you real hard!” I ordered as I knelt down at the base of his raised spread buttocks.
At first he’d hesitated for a fraction of a second as it finally dawned on him this was really happening. That his worse enemy was actually going to fuck him in front of two other guys from our high school.
But as he saw the frown cross my forehead, he’d immediately lain down on his back, lifted his legs up past his head, and then watched red-faced as Trevor and Steve grabbed his ankles to pull his legs painfully apart so his buttocks lifted high off the floor.
Then obediently faggot-girl reached round and pulled his butt cheeks as wide apart as he could, so I could see his tiny pink bunghole staring at me, he became begging me in an embarrassed and quivering voice to please fuck him.
“Oh Daddy, please fuck my pussy, please Daddy! Please Daddy, please fuck me as hard as you can, oh please Daddy!” he crooned over and over again.
There I knelt. Finally I was looking down upon that once untouchable, unseen entrance to the faggot whore’s best kept secret. A place recently invaded by many other men and even visited by his two younger brothers. And now it was finally my turn. I couldn’t help smiling as I steadied myself, ready to assault that which was now rightfully mine.
As I watched him stare up into my lust-filled face, silently beseeching me with his sad frightened despairing blue eyes to not fuck him, to not rape him, I pushed the large flanged knob of my leaking cock against the puckered opening of his anus, feeling him instantly cringe in shame as I prepared for my violent entry.
And even though faggot-girl’s dick was really large and bigger than my own, there was no way anyone could call my erect cock small by comparison. I can proudly claim my cock, when fully erect, is about seven and a half inches long, and it’s really thick. Maybe it isn’t as thick as queer-girl’s, but mine would be thick enough to make this little piggy squeal at the top of his lungs all the way to the bank.
But I didn’t just want to push my cock into him, listen to him scream for mercy, blow my load and then that was the end to it. No, I wanted to ram my hard dick up his pussy, make him scream in ecstasy, and watch him respond against his will as I slowly fucked him, unable to stop himself squirming in absolute pleasure. I wanted his body betraying him completely, making him forever doubt he was ever a real straight guy.
I wanted Trevor and Steve watching him as he begged for more, his buttocks gyrating and bucking up to meet my stabbing penis as his responsive arsehole tried hungrily to get all of my long hard cock into him.
“Pleasure level 3, proceed” I commanded in a soft whispered but firm voice that only faggot-girl could hear, while at the same time viciously slamming my hips down, shoving the full length of my erect penis all the way up his anal passage.
The look on his face was glorious.
At first he’s blue eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the air from his lungs gushed out. I could see his humiliated pleading eyes reflecting the excruciating agony of his anus suddenly and viciously stretched wide open to accommodate the huge girth of my erection as I plunged it all the way in, in one brutal shove.
But within seconds, as the micro-chip in his spine clicked into gear and instantly sent coded messages to his hypothalamus to release thousands of peptides and proteins into his blood stream, I marveled at how his painfully stretched anus didn’t split or tear apart as I’d expected.
Instead it expanded itself, moved upwards around my thrusting dick as it tightened and tried to pull the full length of my erect penis all the way into his anal cavity.
And at the same time, fag-girl’s face suddenly contorted from that of indescribable agony of being anally raped, into a mask of absolute wonder as waves of pure orgasmic pleasure lashed his huge muscular bunched up body.
Again the muscles of his anus started to expand and contract, undulating, vibrating intensely and squeezing tightly around my thick thrusting dick shaft as I drew out quickly and plunged back into him.
It was all that was needed to get me fucking him at a pace that nearly pounded him into the floor beneath us. As I picked up the pace and started fucking him furiously, he continued to stare up into my face in complete shame and unadulterated lust as his body responded to my brutality, and against his will, he began humping back upwards to meet my frantic fucking rhythm with his own.
“You’re a real faggot-girl now… See, you’re not even a real man. Real men don’t get fucked up the arsehole and like it. I can see it in your face, cunt! I can tell you really do love getting fucked up your vagina!” I puffed and huffed.
“Now you’re nothing but a queer bottom girl for me to fuck whenever I feel like it, and I’m going to be doing this to you a lot, or until I get bored of you. And then all my friends are going to fuck you as much as they like. So, like the obvious whorish faggot girl you really are, why don’t you start thanking me for making you feel so good?” I spat down into his face contemptuously, my teeth gritted, my breathing laboured as I fucked him as hard as I could.
It was beautiful. The faggot-girl was so tight at times, yet entry into his quivering vagina was so smooth and firm. The whole silky inner lining of his hot anal passage rippled and squeezed! His anus secreted natural anal oils that instantly lubricated my slamming cock as I pounded deep up into him. It was an incredibly tight sheaf that massaged and caressed my thrusting pounding erect penis every time I rammed it in and out of him.
And the best thing was, as he begged me to fuck him even harder and deeper, he and I both knew there wasn’t a damned thing faggot-girl could do about it.
What can I say? My balls suddenly detonated and fired, my cock exploded and I floated on a cloud of exquisite orgasmic bliss that left me feeling exhausted. It was the best fuck I’d had in a long time, and as I pulled my dick out of his girl-cunt, I couldn’t help but notice fag-girl had cum all over his chest and neck three times as I’d been riding him. Huge amounts of his own ball juices coating and slicking his upper body. And in complete and utter shame, all he could do was stare up at me and then at the mess he’d made in absolute silence.
“See faggot-girl, this proves you’re a queer-girl. Not only did you love getting fucked up your pussy, but you also came three times all over yourself without once touching your fat leaking clit. Now stay there, and don’t move! Trevor, if you want to take a turn, the queers all yours!” I said gleefully, and slumping back in one of my armchairs, I looked down at where I’d only seconds before speared the faggot-girl’s tight little poop-chute, filling it with my sperm to permanently turn him into my own personal faggot-girl bitch.
As I stared at his now quivering gaping anus as it leaked out trickles of my cum, Trevor immediately took my place, but put both of faggot-girl’s legs over his shoulders before laying the full weight of his large hairy body on top of faggot-girl.
It was a beautiful thing to see. Trevor penetrating the faggot-girl over and over again, as the queer lay there on his back, thanking his fucker at the top of his girly voice.
“Daddy, thank you for fucking me real hard Daddy! Daddy, it feels really good you fucking and stretching my vagina so wide open, oh thank you Daddy!” faggot-girl repeated over and over again as Trevor fucked him senseless.
The look of pure evil lust and orgasmic bliss plastered on Trevor’s face as he took his time, drilling his erect dick deeply and then pulling it out all the way before slamming it back in to his thickly haired pubic base was marvelous.
But like all good things, Trevor found himself unable to contain his growing explosive orgasm. Suddenly he began shuddering all over and instantly shot his spunk deep up the faggot-girl’s twat. And as Trevor giggled uncontrollably while pulling his slime covered cock out of faggot-girl pussy, Steve suddenly pushed him out of the way and dived on top of faggot-girl, pile-driving his thick leaking log all the way in with one brutal shove.
Like Trevor, Steve tried to take his time, even stopping until his heart-rate returned to normal before he began fucking faggot-girl’s overly stretched vagina once again.
Watching Steve’s hairy butt rising and falling was a wondrous sight to behold as well. His dimpled buttock’s clenching and unclenching as he fucked as hard and fast as possible, but eventually he spurted his massive load of sperm into faggot-girl’s bowels, grunting contentedly as he emptied the last of his seed to mix and mingle with Trevor’s and mine.
After Steve had pulled out, that’s when we decided to get a little big nasty. As we rested up and got faggot-girl to kneel between our legs to clean our cock and balls with his mouth, well, we realised we couldn’t leave poor Justin out of the picture either. Again we ordered faggot-girl onto his back.
Yes, Justin was next, and even though he cried and sniffled like a spoilt little brat at first, he was eventually going at it as hard as he could. I knew it wasn’t the first time he’d done it to his older brother, so I just didn’t understand why he was acting so fucking shamefaced and embarrassed.
Stupid little slut! But he came to his senses after I’d given him a few vicious bitch slaps that knocked some sense into his dull head, and then threatened to separate him from his older brothers forever.
Truth is Justin looked so cute and adorable lying naked face down on top of queer-girl, his small but firm hairless bubble-butt bobbing up and down like a jackrabbit as he fucked his big brother’s loose and cum-filled pussy with all his might. And when they swallowed each others tongues, passionately kissing and frenching each other as they rutted away as hard as they could, I smiled as I thought of all the wonderful pleasures faggot-girl was yet to perform for all our friends.
And finally, once Justin had shot his young spunk up his big brother’s squelching pussy, I ordered faggot-girl to get off his lazy whore back and kneel before me once more. And as a kind gesture, I instructed him to suck and lick my cock and hairy ball sac once again, lick the sweat out from under my armpits and then give me an all over tongue bath.
“Hey Trevor, how’s about you do a phone around? I reckon the other guy’s would love to come over and enjoy this faggot-girl’s juicy cunt!” I said as I pushed faggot-girl’s head away from my left nipple, stood up and went over to my large office table where I usually did my homework when I wasn’t fucking August or Justin on top of it.
The legal document was a one sheet A4 paper, which would duly enslave faggot-girl for life to my younger brother Evan. Again, it was all part of the bigger picture and if things went my way, if my scheme panned out, faggot-girl and his two brothers, as well as Evan, would finally be out of the way, and the family fortune would be all mine.
Imagine! $28 Billion and every cent of it all mine!
Of course, it was easy to get faggot-girl to sign it straight away. I’d promised him if he’d done a good job, performed admirably, and then signed this paper, then I’d hand over his brothers to him.
Only problem is, now that he’d signed on the dotted line, he was now a legal pleasure slave, Evan’s sex slave. As such, the law stated that faggot-girl’s brothers would now automatically convert to his new owner. It really was silly he hadn’t considered that or read the fine-print when he agreed to do what I wanted of him.
Also, I noticed as Steve had been fucking him, he was no longer acting either. Not because he was a faggot or a queer, but because he was in absolute fear of us. He hadn’t realised how cruel and vicious I could be, and as I’d let Trevor and Steve also use him, all his resistance and big martyred macho attitude went out the window.
The so-called tough high school football playing faggot-girl was now just a simpering cowering bitch, doing everything I wanted as he begged each of us to let him suck our dicks, or pleaded with us to fuck him as hard as we could.
And as Trevor phoned up all our friends, I thought how nice it would be to reintroduce faggot-bitch to all of my closest high school buddies as the main attraction of an ongoing month long gang-bang party right here in my bedroom.
Maybe I should explain that there are eight guys I hang around, or I should say who hang around me. I’ve known them all my life, and in a way, they’re all like very close brothers to me. Reason is quite simply, they come from the same high society scene Evan and I grew up in. And if any one asked us if there were any differences at all between us, it would surely be that my family is the wealthiest in the state.
Since the time I started walking as a toddler, we were all brought together to play, and as we grew up, we started our own very private fraternity club. No outsiders were allowed to know about us, including my brother Evan, and none of our eight club members were ever allowed to reveal anything about us.
Fact is, I grew up enjoying a privileged life within a private kid’s club that eventually evolved into a super serious ultra-secret frat club, where we made major decisions about our futures, about how to deal with those who got in our way, and how to keep the cops out of our hair if any of our members did anything stupid like breaking the law.
Also, because I was the oldest member, it fell upon me to be our unofficial speaker and leader. And because of my high status in the club, it was also my responsibility to make sure all social etiquettes and beliefs were upheld.
Of course, we had a lot of fun as well; doing the kinds of crazy things that no other kid at school could ever really afford to do, like annual holidays to any destination around the world of our choosing.
But one thing we really got in common and loved to do together was go around gay-bashing and then outing them to the whole town.
I suppose people could think that’s pretty cruel, but the truth is, if you’re a free person and you’re gay, you’re worse off than any slave. Being gay is nearly illegal in every state and territory of our great nation, so we knew what we were doing was our moral and ethical, as well as legal responsibility.
Now don’t go getting all twisted up inside about it! Just because I like to personally fuck male pleasure slaves don’t mean I’m gay. In fact, society holds me up in high regard because I’ve even bought a few, and taken on the responsibility of training them up so they can be integrated into the slave system.
See, slaves aren’t considered people; they’re just a different form of dumb animal, like cows or sheep. It’s just a quirk of nature they just so happen to look like real free persons. They’re only put on this world to obey and serve their Masters, which in a way, is a very important role for them.
How did me and my friends get started, you ask? Well I remember it was on a Friday evening and I’d just turned 15, and the eight of us were getting drunk and smoking some really deadly pot to celebrate my birthday.
We were holed up in a large expensive luxury motel room my father had rented for me for the whole weekend, and that’s when my best friend Lyndon told me that a close friend we’d all thought was a cool guy, had admitted to him that he thought he might be gay.
Well, the shit hit the fan then. We were all screaming in outrage that a young teenage queer free citizen had taken advantage of our friendship. Before any of us knew what we were doing, we’d revved each other up, and within 15 minutes, we were on our way to the local mall where he hung out all the time. We must have looked like a rioting mob of munchkins racing down the streets.
We did eventually find him, but he was at his home alone, as his parents were away for the weekend. So we broke in and beat the crap out of him. And because he started crying as if he were a fucking girl, a real faggot, we got angrier and angrier.
I don’t know who suggested it, but the next thing we knew was we’d stripped him naked, forced him to give us a blow job each and took turns fucking him. It lasted all weekend, him either on his hands and knees sucking us off or on his back letting every one of us fuck him.
Well, we were gone by the time his parents got home, and after phoning through an anonymous tip to the authorities, the then next thing we knew he’d been enslaved for life a week later.
At the time, I might have felt a bit embarrassed and ashamed of my actions, because it turned out my friend had only made the story up about him being gay, so I did the honourable thing, went down to the auction sales that weekend with father, and bought the little fucker.
Now he’s my personal cock sucking pleasure slave, and I renamed him August.
Funny how life works out, because I can’t even remember what his real name used to be! Dillon? Richard? Who gives a fuck!
So there you go. Friday nights we’d go out trawling for fags. Eventually we refined our methods as we got older; being a little bit more discreet in how we went about locating and kidnapping any one we thought was a faggot.
If they were over 21, we usually just grabbed them, beat them up over a long period until they confessed and then call the law enforcement officers to come pick them up.
If they were about our own age, we’d drag them off to an abandoned warehouse or condemned factory in an isolated area of town, and teach them a lesson by raping them all weekend.
Our last Friday night outing was about four months ago, and that’s only because we all had to study for upcoming exams. On that night, we found a young 17 year old trying to sell his body to some truckers at the local café leading out of town.
Memories of that night are still fresh in my mind, because someone had brought along a suitcase full of women’s lingerie and a whole array of sex toys. Made that pansy dance around and jerk off for us in between us brutally raping his faggot boy-pussy and cock sucking mouth and then we used the huge dildos and other torture devices on him.
Kind of cool really, as I thoroughly enjoyed that whole weekend!
And why am I going to great lengths when I’ve actually already won? I already own his youngest brother Justin whom I sodomise every chance I get, and Evan’s having a ball fucking Sean every chance he gets, and here’s faggot-girl begging Trevor, Steve and me to fuck him stupid.
His just signed the legal docs enslaving him to my little brother for life, and Evan will eventually do the one thing that will ultimately hand the entire family fortune over to me.
Probably it should be as simple as leave it alone now and watch it all fall into place. Hand faggot-girl over to him and see how Evan self-destructs.
But I’m not going to. Because I still owe faggot-girl for hitting me that day, and interfering in my family business. And why? It just so happened that those eight best friends of mine who Trevor is now inviting over, also happened to be standing there to see faggot-girl drop me with one punch to my chin.
Believe me, there’s no way I can let that slide by unchallenged, regardless of the family fortune.
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4.2 Brad Cahill - Animal House
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
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I’m scared! Noel has programmed my micro-chip so I am acting like a sobbing frightened little pubescent queer boy.
Already three weeks have passed and Noel’s eight high school buddies and some of their many friends haven’t stopped taunting, beating and raping me.
A single tear slides slowly down my swollen right cheek.
“What a useless faggot! To think this piece of shit used to be captain of our high school football team!” someone shouts out loudly, followed by raucous cruel laughter as all those watching me gloat at my despair.
“Can’t believe the cunt used to strut around school thinking he was such a tough guy! Now look at him! Nothing but a pathetic queer-boy!” another raised voice spits out in disgust.
And even though I am the tallest and by far the most muscular guy in this small dank room, and knowing I could probably take them on and protect myself against their abuse, there is nothing I can do but stand there.
My micro-chip requires that I submit to their abuse and cry and beg them in a little queer boy’s voice not to hurt me, to please have pity on me. And I know if I struggle or attempt to fight back, I will be severely punished for not acting exactly as Noel wants.
Also, regardless of my micro-chip, I’m feeling so tired! Absolutely exhausted!
My heaving chest rises and falls erratically, and I struggle to stand still, to not fall down on my knees and start weeping and pleading with them.
I moan as another overwhelming wave of utter shame consumes me, making my entire body tremble violently. I’m so embarrassed and humiliated by what I am being forced to do, and choking back a shuddering sob, I whimper softly, feeling new spilled tears rolling down my severely battered face.
Frightened, exhausted, I stand absolutely still, my head bowed low. With both hands I hold the front of my high school football jersey up under my chin, revealing the huge darkening black and blue contusions that cover large sections of my muscled chest and flat washboard stomach.
My jockstrap and unlaced football pants are pulled down just below my kneecaps, exposing my bare legs, inner thighs and large dangling hairless genitals to all the guys gathered in the room. My legs are trembling, and are spread as far apart as the elastic waist band of both my strap and pants will stretch without breaking and snapping and flicking back painfully on my knees.
Also, placed between my thick muscular inner thighs and balanced on top of my lowered pants, sits my football helmet and I can feel the bottom of my dangling scrotal sac brushing lightly against the top of my protective head gear. Discarded on the floor to my left lies my shoulder-pads and protectors.
As ordered, my smooth hairless crotch is thrust all the way forward, and my very thick fully erect eight and a half inch uncut penis, curving upwards vertically, juts out obscenely from the base of my groin.
Obediently, I stand perfectly still on unsteady feet, as once again a shuddering sob escapes my swollen split and bloodied lips.
Suddenly I whimper aloud in grief once again, as I’m momentarily blinded by the intense dazzling flashing lights of someone taking photographs of my complete and utter humiliation. Desperately I try to hide my battered and bruised face and identity by turning my head away, and immediately I start crying, weeping softly and my puffed-up bloodied bottom lip quivers as I try to contain myself.
“Now that just won’t do, fairy! No, not at all! So stop that bawling, look up and smile real pretty for the camera, faggot!” says Daniel Maddox sternly as he steps towards me menacingly, naked except for a pair of baggy boxer shorts hiding his modesty.
“Daddy, yes Daddy!” I respond instantly in a meek, quivering boyish voice, trying to obey him as Daniel squats down on one knee before me and looking up through the view finder of the digital camera, snaps off a few more shots.
At 17 years of age, Daniel stands tall at five feet six inches. He has short ginger coloured hair and is very large and bulky around the chest and stomach, though he doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on his body at all. With a solid stocky build, much like a pit-bull, he plays the centre position in offensive line on the football team, and used to be one of my closest friends just a few months ago.
“Yeah, not such a tough guy now, are you faggot?” he states, staring up at me, his cruel hazel eyes filled with contempt.
“Daddy, no Daddy!” I reply immediately in a timid, soft voice, cringing in fear as he stands up and suddenly slaps me viciously across my left cheek. Unable to stop myself, I sob, groan and whimper out loudly as agonizing pain shoots through every bruised and swollen muscle in my battered face.
“Can’t believe you led me on, making me believe you were this supposed tough straight guy all this time, faggot! I looked up to you, cunt! Really did like you! But turns out you were nothing but a disgusting fucking queer!” Daniel sneers, as he again slaps me savagely across my face.
“Daddy, please Daddy! I’m so sorry Daddy!” I plead, sobbing wretchedly; absolutely terrified Daniel will start beating me around my face and torso once again with his fists.
Daniel, looking down at my rock hard erection, chuckles as he tightly grips my rigid penis in his right hand, and smiling maliciously, turns his head towards every one gathered in Noel’s bedroom.
“Richard! Marcus! Why don’t you grab the video cams, and record this faggot queer fucking my hand. Should make great viewing entertainment for all his friends at school, don’t you think?” he says, enjoying the instant riotous applause everyone gives him.
Richard Summers and Marcus Fielding step forward. Both are 17 years old, and like Daniel, we used to hang around a lot together.
Richard, standing tall at 5’ 9”, is the chunkiest of the all guys gathered around watching and laughing at my shame. He has a huge barrel of a chest and large protruding stomach and waist. Also, he has the hairiest body for his young age, with thick black course matted hair already covering his large chest and stomach. On the football team, he plays next to Daniel on the centre line.
Marcus Fielding’s body and build is the complete opposite to Richard and Daniel, as he is 5’ 7” in height, very lean and slim, with short brown hair. Not that his weight and size worry him, as he is the fastest sprinter of the team, and enjoys the position of wide receiver.
Both Richard and Marcus are also stripped down to their underwear, with Richard wearing large overly stretched y-front briefs and Marcus wearing a pair of very tight fluorescent green coloured jockey briefs. I can see that they are all turned on by my shameful appearance, as the fronts of their underwear are bulging and tenting out horizontally from their covered groins.
Again pain lances through my battered and bruised face as Daniel suddenly connects the palm of his left hand stingingly across my cheek again.
“Come on, homo! What are you waiting for? And while you’re at it, you can smile real big and tell all the guys, one at a time, just how fucking good this entire queer shit makes you feel!” he says callously, ordering me to hurry up and fuck his unmoving clenched fisted hand.
With tears of humiliation cascading down my face, obediently I begin humping my hips back and forth as I slide my rigid thick dick in and out of the tight cavity of Daniel’s fisted hand. Totally ashamed, I feel my large dangling balls repeatedly swinging forward, loudly slapping against Daniel’s wrist before swaying back under my parted thighs.
Daniel keeps his clenched fist perfectly still in front of my thrusting groin, making me move my hips back and forth faster and faster, and I watch in despair as Richard and Marcus move in closer to capture my fucking motions and the expression of misery on my beaten face.
As they film me, I obediently look up into the gathered faces of all the guys, grin widely in a grotesque parody of a smile.
I cringe inwardly, knowing I must speak up loudly, and through tear-blurred vision I can make out the glowering faces of Jessie Franklin and Craig Jessop staring back at me.
“Daddy, it feels so nice, Daddy! Daddy, it’s making me feel really good, Daddy!” I say in a high pitched boyish sobbing voice to each of them, before I turn my damaged smiling face towards Greg Smithers and Paul Whitman.
Again, as the ever-mounting humiliation flows through me, I announce loudly to them individually just how good fucking Daniel’s hand is making me feel.
Quickly I turn my swollen eyes and look into Simon Dexter’s, Mitch Ryan’s and Devon Willard’s stony hate filled faces, and to each one of them, I also tell them how good this degradation is making me feel.
Finally turning to look at Noel, I shiver in fear as I see the stern unhappy look on his face. Immediately I force myself to smile even wider and really start fucking forward as hard and fast as I can, trying to make myself look as sexy as possible for Noel and all the other guys watching me.
Eventually Noel steps forward, and making sure both video cameras are showing a clear full frontal image of me, and that only Daniel’s clenched hand gripping my pistoning cock are in the field of view of the camera lens, he smiles maliciously and looks me back in the eyes.
“You can cum now, faggot-girl!” he says in a firm commanding voice.
My orgasm is explosive. Shuddering and shaking uncontrollably I gasp out as I struggle to stay upright on my feet. Then staggering and slamming my hips forward as far as I am able to, I cry out loudly as five powerful blasts of my viscous sperm sprays copiously out of my rampant cock, then quiver all over as Daniel painfully squeezes the last drops of my jism from the length of my cock.
In the background, as I try to steady myself, I hear all the guys, every one of them, shouting, screaming, and yelling at me. Voices roar out viciously, brutally condemning me, calling me cruel terrible names.
And as I stare in horror, standing motionless, struggling to catch my breath and still holding my football jersey up under my chin, with my legs wide apart and my football pants trapped around my knees, I watch as all the guys move as one, closing in on me.
Before I know it, I am wailing hysterically and pleading with them as fists and feet strike my upright body. Sobbing loudly, I beg them in a pathetic pitiful cracking girly voice to please not hurt me anymore, to please have mercy on me, but the savage punches and kicks continue.
Suddenly a powerful head-jarring punch connects with my already nearly swollen over left eye, and I feel myself instantly sink into a numbing state of detachment. I can see all the guys around me, fists and feet lashing out as they quickly force me down onto my knees, and then more punches and kicks knock me onto my back.
I don’t know if I am crying or begging anymore. I can see many fists and striking feet lashing out, descending as if in slow motion as they continue to beat on my unmoving prone body.
I don’t know when I blacked out, or how long I’ve been unconscious, but when I wake up I find I’m now wearing my football helmet, and my protective pads are secured onto my shoulders.
In deep shock, feeling no pain now, I realise my football pants have been ripped off my legs and thrown aside, while my jockstrap has been pulled back up around my waist, although the thin cotton pouch has been tucked under my balls, leaving my large hairless genitals uncovered.
On either side of my head, Simon and Devon are kneeling down. Gripping my ankles tightly, they have dragged my legs way up over my head, and then pulled them wide apart.
With my buttock raised high up off the ground, and my arse cheeks stretched wide open for easy access to my anus, I look up into Richard Summer’s lust-filled leering face as he lays heavily on top of me and slides the full length of his erection up into me.
Through the protective metal eye shield of my football helmet, I watch him as he now commences grunting and puffing, fucking me with long powerful hip thrusting strokes.
He is holding onto my shoulder pads, looking me in the eyes, bouncing his large bulky hips up and down, his thick leaking teenage cock slamming in and out of my already well-used, red-raw widely stretched anus.
“Always wanted to fuck you, bitch! Make you my sweet little girlfriend and ram your pussy!” Richard grunts into my beaten face, pounding away.
“How’s it feel, slut? How’s it feel having a real man fuck your queer pussy? Answer me you faggot!” he gasps out aloud as he stares into my eyes.
From far away I hear my own voice replying.
“Oh Daddy, it feels really good, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please fuck me harder, please Daddy!” echoes in my ears as Richard smiles in appreciation and begins to fuck me as hard as he can.
“Yeah, that’s it, faggot! Talk real dirty to me, you fucking queer! Yeah, I’m gonna pound you until you start begging me to ram every inch my hard cock up your pussy and out your mouth!” Richard snarled as he fucked me even harder.
In my stupor, I realised it isn’t long before Richard ejaculated deep up into my bowels, and then Jessie hurriedly took his place, slipping his penis all the way into me with one quick push.
And so it continues. One after the other, each of the guys takes their turn at fucking me as hard as they can.
As I slip in and out of unconsciousness, I’m feeling no pain except an ever expanding fullness in my anus each time they swap places and push their throbbing cocks all the way into me.
I imagine I open my swollen eyes and I’m looking up into my youngest brother’s sad despairing face. In my mind I cry out to him, beg his forgiveness that I wasn’t able to protect him or Sean from this living nightmare. But his face turns into a radiant smile as it fades away to be replaced with Steve leering down at me as he fucks me as hard as he can.
But I know Justin isn’t here. Somehow I vaguely remember him being taken away so he doesn’t have to continue watching my endless humiliation and degradation.
“God you’re good faggot! Your pussy always seems to be so tight and gripping. Fucking best screw I’ve ever had, even better than my girlfriend’s snatch!” Steve suddenly grunts into my battered face.
By now, I don’t know how much time has gone by, but it seems like an eternity. It could be minutes, hours or days, but I don’t know and by now I don’t care.
At one time, I look up and there’s Daniel on top of me, fucking me, and spitting large globs of phlegm onto my upturned face.
“Oh Yeah, that feels great! Fucking you real hard, gay-boy! Feel my dick filling your pussy, you fucking faggot!” Daniel roars as he pounds me. I sink back into blessed unconsciousness once again as I sense him discharge his ball juices deep up into me.
When I finally come to, suddenly I gag out loudly, violently as a large thick fleshy object restricts my breathing and slams into the back of my throat.
Startled, confused and frightened, I realise I have been placed on my knees, and my hands are tied behind my back. I am bent forward all the way, and the only thing I can see in front of me is the thick patch of dark pubic hairs growing from Mitch Ryan’s groin.
“Oh yeah cock sucker! That’s it! Take it all! Show Papa what a good cock sucking homo you really are!” says Mitch as he holds the back of my head tightly, and shoves the full length of his fat six and a half inch erect uncut cock all the way to the back of my mouth.
Again I gag violently as leaking tears start gliding down my battered face into his pubic hair. Once again, agonizing pain lances through my brain as I obediently tighten my swollen split lips around the girth of his long throbbing penis.
Now, on bended knees, I am passed around, giving each of the guys as many blow jobs as they want. Each time they cum, filling my mouth with their sperm, I swallow. Regardless if they are sitting down, or standing up, I obediently kneel before them and suck them off.
Finally I can no longer stay on my knees. I slump to the ground and as I feel a crunching blow to my temple ricochet my head backwards, I feel myself slip into unconsciousness once again.
Then there are only voices. I hear them but they seem so far away.
“Is he still alive? Are you sure he’s unconscious and not dead?” I didn’t know who was talking, but the concerned voice sounded so faint, so distant.
“I never killed no slave nor queer in my life, and I ain’t about to start now!” was that Trevor’s voice? Again I couldn’t tell.
“Oh stop being a drama queen, for fuck sake! Let’s just get him to Evan’s room like Noel said! Though I got to admit, I didn’t realise we’d gotten so carried away. He looks like his in really bad shape, dude!” maybe that was Steve’s voice, or maybe Daniel’s?
“Don’t worry about anything, guys! This piece of shit is nothing but a fucking slave! Anyway, if Noel’s queer brother Evan does what he expect him to do, none of this will matter! And if Noel’s right, he’ll be the wealthiest person in this state within a fortnight, and this faggot-girl and his brothers will cease to even exist! Remember, there’s always a bright side to everything!” that was definitely Trevor’s voice, but to me, it all sounded so confusing, so unreal.
For a long time I felt nothing. I just floated in a place of complete darkness and emptiness. Then a single voice once again rouses me, a soft irritating voice I just want to go away.
“I don’t think I can give you up, faggot-girl! And I sure don’t want to give you to my little brother, definitely not now, not ever!”
Yes, that was Noel’s voice, a thick syrupy voice speaking directly to me.
“Oh yes, you’ve become my perfect sex slave, the ultimate! And you were so good at servicing all my friends like you did. Believe it or not, queer-boy, but I was so proud of you! So I think I need you to stay with me from now on. I think you need to stay with me forever!” the voice of Noel continued softly as I felt a cold moist pressure gently glide across my forehead.
“So hang in there, my gorgeous sex slave. I want you to get all better now, and then I’ll come and get you back. And when I get you back, I promise I’ll never hurt you ever again.” The voice ended as it trailed off into silence, and I felt two soft lips kiss my forehead tenderly.
And then I sank into a darkness of pure silence and peace.
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5. Evan Morgan - A Time for Action
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
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I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He was in the middle of my big king-size bed with my soft satin sheets pulled up under his chin. His chest rose and fell unsteadily, and he was having trouble breathing.
He was unconscious. I tried to gather my thoughts as I considered the savagery that must have been used against him as I felt the tears once again trying to escape my eyes.
Both Sean and Justin were sitting cross-legged, naked on top of the bed on either side of Brad’s inert badly battered body. Both were reaching out and gripping Brad’s large unmoving hands, rubbing them tenderly and trying to whisper encouragement to him through their sobbing tears. Both their heads were bowed low, not in submissive slave supplication, but from broken hearts and fear their big brother was actually going to die.
Myself, I was livid. Never had I felt so much anger in my short teenage life.
I had been stunned earlier in the day to walk into my own bedroom to find Brad lying in the middle of my bed, his face and body beaten to a bloody pulp, and Noel sitting next to him gently running a damp washcloth over my hero’s severely damaged face.
How could Noel have done this? It was barbarous. Absolutely vicious and unacceptable, to such an extent it even shocked my father.
“For fucks sake, he’s only a slave! Who gives a shit if he lives or dies?” Noel had said expansively, offhandedly, trying to explain that his friends had just gotten carried away a little bit. But I could see the nervous tick in his right eye as he eyed Brad’s severely battered features and gulped as father had rounded on him.
“What have you done Noel? This is inexcusable! You are never to buy another slave again without my permission from this day forth. Evan, you have permission to keep the three of them here with you, as well as August. But be warned both of you. As soon as this large slave here is healthy again, I’m having the whole lot sold. I won’t have this type of bloody minded behaviour ruin the family’s good name!” he’d said as he’d stomped off.
“I don’t know what all the trouble is! He’s just a common low-life faggot slave, so why is everyone rallying around him for…” he never got to finish his cruel snide remark.
Me, I’d exploded, and for the first time in my life, I had no fear of my big brother, and bellowing at him, I punched Noel in the face.
“Now get the fuck out of my room before I kill you, you bastard!” I’d screamed.
Noel had staggered backwards a few paces when I’d hit him, and he was holding his bloodied broken nose. A look of pure shock illuminated his face. He couldn’t believe what I’d done, and taking one more look at Brad laying unconscious on my bed, he quickly turned around and left my bedroom, quietly closing the door after him.
I was shaking with rage, and quickly went over and locked the door, and as I looked around, I saw Monet and August immediately assuming the slave position and their bodies trembling in fear.
And when I swung my head around, there were Sean and Justin, tears streaming down their faces, leaning over their badly bruised and beaten unconscious older brother in an attempt to protect him from my wrath.
Instantly I calmed down. They were terrified of me. They were terrified their older brother was going to die. To them, I was still the brother of the sadistic person who had destroyed their family, enslaved them and had beaten to a bloody pulp their brother.
“Monet, go and get a doctor here right now. And Monet, not a slave vet, I want a real doctor! August, go get some of my good towels and a large bowl of warm water.” I ordered in a soft voice, trying to calm them both down as well. Immediately they went into action, Monet happy to be doing something at least, and I could see he was happy I had finally taken control of the situation.
“Justin and Sean, try very gently to move him to the side of the bed. Otherwise the doctor won’t be able to reach him when he gets here.” I said in a kind voice, trying to reassure them.
At first they looked at me in fear, distrusting me, but Sean quickly nudged his sobbing younger brother and nodded, a signal for Justin to help him as he carefully, very gingerly began to edge Brad’s huge limp broken body to the edge of the bed.
Immediately I knelt down next to the bed but suddenly Justin placed himself between Brad and me. Slowly I reached out and placed my left hand gently on Justin’s trembling shoulder as he tried to cringe away from my touch.
And even as I looked at Justin, I remembered how much of a brutal beating he too had suffered at the hands of my brother before I’d quickly whisked him away to the safety of my bedroom over four weeks ago. I wanted to hug him and tell him and Sean that everything would be okay, but I knew that was impossible at the moment.
Again I looked back into Brad’s face, forcing myself to see through the severe damage done to his face, remembering the tall handsome young teenage football star who had taken the time out to befriend me, and treated me with kindness.
Then I turned to both boys, a look of purposeful determination on my face.
“Guys, he’s going to be alright, I promise you! And from now on, you’ll all be safe in this room. No-one will ever enter here without my permission, not even my brother. So try and keep your spirits up.” I said softly, watching their frightened eyes as they stared back at me.
It was another 30 minutes before the doctor arrived, but the moment he discovered he’d been called out to visit a slave, he’d nearly turned around and left. But when I told him Brad was one of my most valued and prized possessions, and that I would personally pay him five times the amount he’d normally make for a house call, suddenly he became my best friend and turned his attention to Brad’s needs.
As he worked on Brad, bandaging his injuries and injecting him with large doses of pain killers, penicillin, antibiotics and antihistamines, I asked him how difficult would it be to remove the micro-chip from his spine.
Of course he went on about how illegal such a procedure was, but he indicated that it was something that could be done in a flash. Given the right incentive, even he might consider performing such a removal.
“Can you do it now?” I’d asked immediately, as ideas and thoughts began filtering through my mind. Already a plan was forming and I knew what I had to do.
“Well I could. But he might not survive the delicate procedure in his current physical state, especially if you don’t have a full-time nurse to monitor him 24 hours for the next two weeks.” He answered.
“I want four extractions done now. I’ll pay you quadruple the amount you would normally charge, plus a goodwill fee if you stay here and monitor them.” I stated firmly, hoping he would take up my offer. I didn’t think he’d knock it back, as $850k and a $150k bonus on top is a massive amount of money by anybody’s standards.
Of course he stayed, immediately phoning his nursing assistant to bring the correct implements he’d require. Then calling his wife, he explained he’d be away for fourteen days and would see her when he got back home in a week’s time.
I stayed there too, determined no-one would interrupt us, and making sure the doctor had everything he needed. And as I fussed and worried, Monet took control of putting August, Sean and Justin to work cleaning my bedroom and ensuring it was spotlessly clean and sterile.
When that was done, he organised with the kitchen slave staff that we were all well fed.
There were a few anguished moments as I tried to console and explain to Sean, Justin, August and Monet what I was now planning to do.
Both Sean and Justin were frantic and nearly hysterical as the doctor very carefully turned their older brother over onto his stomach and began inserting a huge syringed needle into Brad’s neck at the base of his spine. Quickly I intervened and sitting them both down I told them how the doctor was extracting the micro-chip from Brad’s spine, and how everything would be alright. Immediately they both calmed down and looked at me with hesitant cautious smiles creeping over their frightened despairing faces.
Of course the smiles vanished instantly when I told them firmly that they too would have to undergo the extraction procedure over the next few days.
August was also very jittery, unsure of what was happening. One minute he was Noel’s personal pleasure slave and the next moment he was about to be sold off. Looking at me with huge frightened eyes, with tears running down his cheeks, I finally took him aside and gently told him he too was going to have his micro-chip removed and from now on he would be staying with me.
Like the others, he contemplated it for a little bit and eventually gave me a very grateful smile.
Monet was the most calm of us all. In a way, I think he knew what I was going to do before I’d even made up my mind. As always, he moved around the room making sure everyone was comfortable.
And so the doctor did what I paid him to do. He removed the micro-chips from the spines of Brad, Sean, Justin and August. Monet was the only one without a silicon chip, as his advanced age didn’t require him to be fitted with one when they were originally made available to the public.
Also, in the fourteen days the doctor stayed monitoring them all, he nursed Brad back from the brink of what possibly could have been his untimely death.
He eventually left, shaking my hand heartily, leaving me with instructions on how to continue nursing Brad.
Brad had actually regained consciousness on the third day, and even though he smiled weakly as he saw his two brothers, his puffed-up, bruised eyes were full of terror whenever he looked at me. It broke my heart to think he saw me as a brutal enemy that would want to hurt him like my brother had.
Physically he got better, mentally he stayed unchanged. To him I was now his master and he was the pleasure sex slave. He woke up screaming every night, frantically staring around, his eyes rolling in terror, and then both Sean and Justin would spend the next few hours trying to calm him down. As the days flew by, we finally got Brad up off my bed and onto his feet.
But every time I approached him, Brad would instantly assume the mandatory slave position, his hands behind his back and his head hanging low on his chest. And like Noel had taught him, he’d offer himself up to me.
And I must admit to being amazed, because even though I’d had his micro-chip removed, he’d still be able to spring a massive erection in seconds as he thrust his groin out for me to inspect him.
It was Monet who took me aside one day and told me what the problem might be, and when he explained it, I felt the tears fall from my eyes as I stared at Brad in despair.
“Master Evan, I’m sorry to tell you but the friend you knew isn’t in there. I mean, your friend Brad as been severely broken and so has his mind. I think you’ll find it might be a long time before the young teenage man you once knew finally decides to come back, Master Evan!” Monet had said softly and gently to me.
Again Brad had assumed the slave position, but this time I decided I was going to do something about it. I had to break through to him. Looking around at Sean, Justin, August and Monet, I ordered them from the room into my side study, telling them to close and lock the door behind them. Sean looked at me frightened, but I reassured him with a gentle smile and told him everything would be alright.
When they were gone, I turned my attention back to Brad.
“Lie on the bed Brad!” I commanded, and I watched as he did as I told him. And as he lay on his back, he spread his legs as far apart as he could and arched his hips up high into the air.
Instantly my face reddened as I looked down at him, his legs spread wide, his arms stretched out way above his head, and his huge erect penis laying flush against his flat muscled stomach as he pushed his hips further up.
Slowly I approached him and placing my hand on his flat smooth hairless stomach, I gently pushed down, telling him to lie back on the bed comfortably so I could cuddle up next to him. At first he looked confused, wondering why I wasn’t already using and hurting him, but he complied, waiting for my next instructions.
“Brad, I want you to be my friend. I want you to cuddle up to me and keep me warm. Do you hear me?” I said softly as I lay down next to him and wrapped my arm around his large muscular chest. I could feel him shivering, as if he was trying to work out what he was supposed to do and how to do it.
“Brad, I love you so much! You’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever met in my entire life. Will you hold me and protect me?” I added, and then I hugged him as tightly as I could to my short skinny body.
This time it was me looking up into his confused frightened face as I tried to reassure him that everything was okay. And as I hugged him, I reached up and ran the soft palms of my hands gently over his body, carefully and tenderly caressing him and kneading his muscled torso.
And then I reached for his huge thick erection, and hesitating for only a moment, I bent my head down and took as much of it as I could into my mouth.
Again, looking up into his confused face as I tried to suck him off, I was nearly overwhelmed by the wonderfully intoxicating scent of his sex organs.
Suddenly he was moaning, looking down into my face with a lost befuddled expression stretched across his, but I could tell he was enjoying the gentleness of my touch and how my small mouth made his thick hard dick feel.
To him, here was his master sucking on his penis, and I was being gentle, tender and caring. Quickly I let his erection fall from my stretched mouth, and just as quickly, as he lay there feeling even more confused, I stripped off my pants and straddled his waist, lowering my virgin hole onto his massive penis.
I didn’t try to push myself down on to him as hard as I could. To do so would have ruptured me and probably ripped my insides to shreds. I just wanted him to feel the warmth of my butt cheeks around his large pole for the moment, and then I’d slowly try to get some of his huge fat dick into my tight virginal passage.
It took ages and it was hard going, and at times I thought I would pass out. But by small degrees and forcing myself to continue on, and making myself sit further down on him, I could tell I must have taken maybe more than two-thirds of his stiff organ deep into my anus.
With perspiration pouring off me, I felt the skin of his smooth hairless balls finally touch my arse cheeks and I knew he was all the way in and I was sitting all the way down on him.
I won’t lie. I was in excruciating pain, but I raised myself up a fraction and slowly sat down again. Up and down I bounced at first doing it very, very slowly so I could try and get use to the feel of how his mammoth cock was stretching me beyond endurance.
It didn’t get any less painful as I slowly increased the speed. At times, I knew I’d collapse in a dead faint if I didn’t suddenly feel his hands come up around my hips and hold me firmly, and as I looked down into his blue eyes, I saw the confusion he was feeling as he fucked upward slowly like a real man for the first time since he’d been brutalised by my brother. And for the first time since Noel had hurt him, I thought I saw the real Brad looking back out at me.
“Roll me onto my back and really fuck me hard Brad. I want you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can, just like a real man! I want you to hurt me like my brother Noel did to you! Use me like a slave and hurt me, Brad!” I gasped out as I tried not to black out, tears running down my face as I gritted my teeth against the agony, and silently praying he would do it but be very, very quick about it.
“No Master… Please! I’ll not hurt you, and I don’t want to do that to you any way, please Master!” Brad said in a panic, nearly hysterical, as he slowly pulled his cock out of my arse as gently as he could. But he did roll me onto my back and lying next to me, clutching my small thin body close to his, he look down into my face with a funny bewildered frightened smile on his face.
Then I just lay there, smelling his naked body, enjoying him hugging me close to him. In my mind, it was a start, and I knew if I did this every day, making him feel more like a man in control, urging him on to look after and protect me, I’d eventually break through his mental block and he’d come back to us all once more.
So every day, once I’d sent everyone out of my bedroom so Brad and I could be alone, I continued to straddle his waist and take his huge erect organ up into my arsehole. And every time I would take him all the way up me, I’d nearly faint from the extreme pain of having it stretch me open so wide.
At times I thought I was getting used to its width and length, and then I’d stupidly think I’d quite happily enjoy having him fuck me as hard as he could. But as he’d once again lift me off him and lay me down next to him as he cuddled me close to me, I’d feel myself lose consciousness from the extreme pain as he slowly but gently remove his massive pole from my anus.
But finally the day came as he lifted me off him and hugged me close to him.
“I can’t fuck you like you want Evan. It would hurt my heart if I did to you what your brother and his friends did to me.” Brad suddenly said in a voice I recognised from a few month’s ago when he was still a free citizen.
Startled, as I looked up into his eyes, I knew instantly it was Brad, the real Brad, and I grinned up at him stupidly as I looked up through a fog of misty tear-filled eyes to see my hero looking down at me. And like a little giggling boy, I remember telling him how much I really did love him, and that one day, I truly hoped he would make love to me.
He held me close to his chest and I must have dozed off, because when I suddenly woke up, I was covered in my own bed sheets. And to my surprise, Brad was kneeling next to me, serving me up a cup of tea. Beside him stood Sean and Justin looking down at me, but with excited expressions on their faces.
Suddenly Justin, like a little kid, jumped on the bed next to me, and lying down he put his arm over me, hugging me gently. With the biggest smile of joy on his still bruised face, he gave me the sloppiest kiss on my lips.
“Thank you for bringing my brother back! Oh thank you so much, Evan!”
I was stunned and a little embarrassed. As I looked up into the eyes of my role-model, at the big gentle grin spread across his handsome face, I wondered if he’d told them what I’d been doing all these days. Would they think any worse of me? I knew my face must have been bright red.
Sean then kneeled down next to me and hugged me close to his chest. He also had a huge smile plastered across his face.
“I don’t know what you did, but thank you Evan! Thank you so very much!” he blurted out happily.
Well that answered my question then. No, Brad hadn’t said a word.
Anyway, after six long weeks, with us all cooped up in my bedroom, nearly all evidence of Brad’s brutal beating and rape was gone. His handsome face healed completely. He continued to have terrible nightmares, and most times, only his brothers could approach him and calm him down, and I wept whenever I saw him suffering like that.
I admit to being very nervous, as after seven weeks, father finally demanded entry to my room to see how Brad was for himself. I had prepared Brad, letting him know it was alright, that my father was just checking on his health.
My father was indeed pleased when he discovered Brad had recovered, and then taking me aside, he told me softly it was now time for us to get rid of them, that he would have them sold in the next day or two.
I was ready for him and immediately replied I had already organised for someone to buy them all, and I’d be taking them by the end of the week to their new home and master. I then asked father to keep this our little secret, as I didn’t want Noel knowing anything of what I was doing. Father was actually surprised, but as he looked at me a smile came over his usually stern face. Nodding his head, he patted me on my shoulder.
“Okay son, I’ll leave it all up to you. I know this means a lot, so you do it your way.” He said as he closed my bedroom door behind him as he left.
When I turned around, all of them were looking at me nervously. We had all known this time would come, and now it was here, I needed them all to be brave. And even though fear shone from their eyes I could tell they were ready. Quickly I motioned for them all to sit down and listen to me carefully.
“Here’s the deal, guys. Tomorrow morning at 7am, I’m taking you away from here forever!”
To Be Continued
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* The Reluctant Slave - 2
08:40 on 2010-01-15
this is the best story I have ever read about slave and masters
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* The Reluctant Slave - 2
19:51 on 2010-01-15
wow can't believe I missed this story. some parts are ugh to me but mostly it was hot hot hot
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