les histoires de chrislebo

I gently stroked her red arse and slipped two fingers
up her again for a last quick finger-fuck of her
tight little hole as I smiled across at her husband
and let him see my fingers deep up his wife's tight
bottom. I withdrew my fingers and gave her red arse
cheek a last sharp slap.

She gasped in pain and shock. I let go of her nipple
and pushed off my knee to the floor at my feet. She
looked up at me in startled surprise. As she lay in
front of me with splayed legs, the right leg out
straight and the left bent at the knee her lacy
garter belt made an erotic band around her trim waist
and the suspenders formed a delicious frame for her
wet gaping cunt. Tears ran down her face as she
sobbed, her eyes all puffed up. I looked down at
Louise and smiled, "Did you enjoy that darling?" I
asked cruelly. She shuddered. "You came again
anyway," I said with a smile. She blushed furiously and
looked at her husband quickly before looking away. She
did not answer and I smiled quietly to myself and
motioned for her to get up. She struggled to her feet
and stood looking down at me. For the moment all her
resistance appeared over and she seemed devoid of
initiative.

"Go and have a shower, Louise darling, change into your
sexiest nightdress, and it had better be one that I
will like, and then come down and have your supper."
She sighed and went to the door on trembling unsteady
legs looking across the room at her husband as she
went. I relaxed and lay back on the soft settee as I
looked across at Peter as we listened to his wife's
steps receding up the stairs. He looked back fearfully
and I could see that he was gently trembling. I could
see that he had finished setting out the supper and was
avoiding coming back into the lounge.

"Come over here," I said quietly and he came
reluctantly and stood in front of me. I lay back and
looked up at him as he stood blushing. I ran my eyes
over his plump rather feminine form and my thoughts
went to the other young husband whose feminisation I
had begun (see 'Derek and Susan'). If anything Peter,
standing clad in his wife's sexy underwear was even
more effeminate-looking than Derek/Debbie had been when
I first met him. Peter had rather plump breast mounds
with prominent cone-shaped nipples now protruding
against the lacy material of the nearly transparent
slip. I let him see me casually examining him from head
to toe and his blush deepened. His rather plump chest
narrowed a little to his waist although there was a
cute swell to his belly and then broadened out to
rather plump roomy feminine hips. He had slender
virtually hairless legs well displayed by the sheer
nylon stockings. I felt my prick stir again as I looked
him over and decided to have a little fun with him
while I waited for Louise.

"Take off my shoes and socks," I ordered and without a
word he knelt at my feet and complied, loosening first
one shoe and then the other and sliding off my socks. I
let him stand again.

"Now the sweater," I said and raised my arms. He pulled
the sweater over my head and without thinking folded it
and put it on the arm of the settee.

"Unfasten my zip and pull off my trousers," I said
quietly. He gasped and bit his lip.

Without meeting my eyes he reached for my zipper and
pulled it down being very careful not to touch my erect
prick which immediately protruded through my open
trousers. I raised my ass from the settee to allow him
to pull off my trousers. I was now naked and erect and
I grinned up at him as he folded my trousers and laid
them on top of my sweater.
"That's a good girl," I said with malice and watched
with pleasure as his face flamed. He could not meet my
eyes. I began to pressure him and he looked more and
more uncomfortable.
"How often do you fuck your sexy little wife?" I asked
him. He looked miserably at me but like his wife, his
resistance appeared to have crumred rather easily. He
made a couple of attempts but finally got the words
out.

"Two or three times a week," he whispered.

"Is that all?" I said incredulously, "such a sexy wife
and is that all? What else do you do when you are by
yourself and Louise is out? I bet that you have a wank
then don't you?"

I asked him suddenly. I saw the guilty look of shame in
his eyes but he was too afraid to lie to me. He looked
down at me with desolate eyes.

"Sometimes" he whispered.

"Right" I said "I feel like a nice wank to get me ready
to fuck your wife so get on with it". I reached up and
took his hand with my right hand and cupped his balls
with my left as I drew him down on to the settee beside
me. He would not meet my eyes and did not look at my
prick. I waited a moment and then looked at him and
squeezed his balls gently but warningly. He got the
message immediately and hesitantly reached out, grasped
my stiff shaft in his hand and began to toss me off. He
was not bad at it and worked up a nice rhythm
manipulating my prick in his soft little hand. I smiled
at him. "You are quite good at this Peter darling. Just
go a bit faster". He blushed furiously but gripped me a
little tighter and lengthened the stroke and began to
wank me harder.

"That's just right Peter" I said "that's exactly how I
like to be tossed off." I lay back enjoying the
sensations flooding me as the effeminate young husband
manipulated my stiff prick with *** expertise.

I decided to take things a lot further.

"Does Louise suck you off Peter?" I asked casually. He
passed in his rhythmical stimulation of my prick and I
squeezed his balls warningly again. He hurriedly
resumed the delicious stroking but did not answer.

"Well?" I asked again, this time squeezing his balls
more firmly he gasped with pain and flashed me a
glance.

"Sometimes she does," he said almost inaudibly.

"And do you enjoy it?" I asked. He just nodded.

"Well I like it as well and since Louise isn't here,
you can suck me off." I felt him stiffen with shock
and his hand stopped its rhythmical stimulation.

"Oh God, I couldn't," he gasped, "please don't power
me. It is so horrible."

"You certainly can Peter darling" I said with a smile,
putting one hand round his shoulders and moving his
face towards my groin, "you don't think it is horrible
when Louise does it to you, do you?"

He still tried to pull back as he smelt the male tang
of my sweat but I just squeezed his balls a little more
firmly and soon I felt his breath on my balls and the
softness of his tongue as he began to lick me. I put my
hand on his soft hair and pressed his head into my
groin.

"Lick me harder," I said, "go all over my prick and
balls". I relaxed back, enjoying the sensation while
the plump girlish-looking young man licked all round my
balls and stiff prick with his reluctant tongue. I
noticed that he although he had accepted licking my
balls and the shaft of my prick he was carefully
avoiding the threatening swell of my knobhead. I
squeezed his balls to get his attention and he looked
up at me, not daring to pause in his work.

"Kneel between my legs facing me," I said quietly. He
knew better than to hesitate and scramred down
kneeling between my spread thighs as I released his
balls. I looked down at the submissive young husband
kneeling in his sexy slip between my spread thighs. To
my pleasure, as he bent forward, I could see down the
front of his slip to the suggestion of a slight
cleavage caused by he prominent breast mounds as he
hunched his shoulders.

"Now take the end of my prick into your mouth and suck
me off." He looked hopelessly up at me and bent
forward. I watched with pleasure as he took a prick
between his lips for the first time. I reached down and
put my hand on his soft hair pushing his mouth firmly
on to my prick.

"Wank me gently into your mouth," I ordered, "and suck
my prick as you wank. Look at me while you are doing
it and don't dare move your eyes from mine. Just keep
on sucking me off until I tell you that you can stop."

He got the message very quickly and before long I was
looking down at my new little cocksucker with his soft
wet lips firmly closed around my thick shaft, his wide
eyes fixed on mine, tossing me off into his mouth and
giving me a really pretty competent blowjob.

"Every so often, Peter, pause in sucking but keep on
wanking. Draw your lips back so that only about an inch
of my prick is in your mouth and run your soft tongue
over the bottom rim of my knobhead." He did as he was
told without hesitation and a delicious wave of
sensation flooded through my whole body from my prick
and balls washing up my back and down my legs.

"You are a really good little cocksucker Peter," I said
cruelly. He mechanically went back to tossing me off
into his mouth drawing my stiff prick deeply between
his soft wet lips and sucking me off with just the
right degree of suction as the blush deepened on his
cheeks. I just lay back and watched him humiliating
himself as he sucked off a man for the first time
enjoying the distaste in his eyes. He was doing such a
good job that I could feel the pressure beginning to
build in my balls. In spite of his lack of experience
and his repugnance he was such a natural cocksucker
that I knew that I would not last long. As I felt the
pressure continue to build in my balls I held his head
with both hands and pushed my prick deeper towards the
back of his throat. My prick hardened more and I came
in a shattering ejaculation which flooded my body with
waves of sensation. I felt the jets of hot cum drowning
his mouth and throat as I held him firmly on my prick.

He gave a loud gasp as he felt the hot cum and blushed
deeply more deeply with shame. As I came into her
husband's mouth the door opened and Louise came in. She
took one look at the scene on the settee and went pale
as she saw her young husband on his knees sucking off a
naked man.
"Oh my God!" she whispered. I held her husband's head
firmly for a moment my softening prick still between
his lips and then I moved his head back gently so that
he released my shaft. A thin trickle of white cum ran
from the corner of his mouth highlighted in the roseate
blush of his embarrassment. He rubbed his mouth
furiously with the back of his hand and remained on his
knees obviously waiting for instructions.

Being compelled to suck me off appeared to have
destroyed the last vestige of his resistance.
"Get on and open the wine for your wife and I," I
ordered, "go and clean your teeth and then be ready to
serve us our supper." He struggled to his feet went to
the kitchen where he opened a bottle of white wine and
put it in a wine cooler. Then he crossed to the door to
the hall passing Louise without a glance as he went to
the bathroom. I looked at her as she stood just inside
the door. She was wearing a pale peach coloured low-cut
virtually transparent baby-doll nightdress just long
enough to reach her hips and a pair of high-cut
matching, very skimpy panties pulled right up into the
groove of her cunt. The bodice was very simple and
fitted to her firm full bosom and so low-cut that more
than half of her creamy breasts were on display. There
was no lace on the very simple garment but on her well-
rounded figure it was stunningly effective. To complete
the effect Louise had left her hair loose and it fell
in sexy blonde waves and curls to the bare velvety
flesh of her shoulders.

"You look absolutely sensational, Louise darling," I
said sincerely. She glanced quickly at me and blushed.
I patted the settee beside me.

"Come and sit down," I smiled at her. With noticeable
reluctance she crossed the room and gingerly sat beside
me, instinctively pulling down the inadequate hem of
her nightie.

I let her see me looking appreciatively at her, running
my eyes up from her knees to the junction of her closed
thighs so inadequately concealed by the tight panties.
She blushed as she followed my eyes. Just then the door
opened and Peter came in. I looked at him.
"You can serve us our supper now. We will have it here.
Pour us some wine first."
He brought a long coffee table and put it in front of
the settee and then poured a glass of wine for his wife
and I.

"Now you can serve the supper," I said. The humiliated
husband served a light supper for his wife and I and I
kept him kneeling on the other side of the low coffee
table with his thighs spread and his hands behind him,
only allowing him to move when I needed him to bring
something from the kitchen. He was obviously
uncomfortable kneeling on the carpet and kept fidgeting
but I ignored him as I enjoyed my supper. Louise ate
very sparingly, continually glancing at her husband who
did not meet her eyes. The supper must have seemed
endless to him but at last I finished and told him to
clear it away. He rose from his knees but I stopped him
with a gesture.
"I am going to take your wife to bed now," I said
casually, "take the wine upstairs and pour us a glass
and then come down and do the washing-up."
The pair both gasped and just looked at me but I stood
up and without giving Louise time to object I took her
hand and with gentle persistence, pulled her to her
feet ignoring her husband. I walked to the door and
went straight up the stairs drawing the reluctant young
blonde after me. I entered the bedroom and looked
around. The room was dominated by a large bed and was
lit by subdued concealed lighting. There was fresh
flowers in vases on each of the small bedside tables
and the room was filled with their scent. I nodded
approvingly.

"Very nice," I said quietly, almost to myself, "just
right."
I went and lay down on the bed and motioned for Louise
to join me which she reluctantly did. I could feel how
tense she was by the rigidity in her muscles. The door
opened and Peter entered carrying the wine cooler and
two glasses. I looked across at him over his wife's
reclining body.
"Pour us both a glass of wine and go and do the washing
up. When you have finished, come back in here and sit
in that chair over there until I tell you to move." I
said quietly, indicating a chair with a good view of
the bed. He gulped nervously, poured our wine and left
the room. I listened with amusement to his high heels
as they receded down the stairs and turned to Louise,
who glanced at me anxiously and then dropped her eyes
quickly. I ran my hand gently up her thigh towards the
hem of her nightdress and with a great intake of air,
she gasped and blushed bright red. I removed my hand
from her thigh and smiled into her anxious eyes.
"Prop yourself up a moment darling," I said quietly and
she raised herself obediently on her elbows. I
positioned the pillows so that she was slightly propped
up and with slight pressure on her shoulder, moved her
so that she was lying on her back. I looked into her
eyes and put my hand on the inside of her thigh just
above her knee. I could see her lower lip trembling and
she was gently shaking with nerves.

"Pull your heels up to your bottom and spread your
thighs," I said quietly. She just looked at me and did
not move. I sighed and hooked my hand behind her knee
and drew it upright, pulling her heel up the bed so
that the ball of her heel brushed her pantie-covered
bottom.
"Now the other one," I ordered and, looking up
helplessly at the ceiling, she obeyed without
hesitation. She was now lying on her back, propped up
on the pillows with her heels against her bottom and
her thighs firmly together, upright and tightly closed
with her knees touching. The short nightie had slipped
down her thighs leaving them bare but was lying in
folds concealing her pantie-covered cunt. I put a hand
on the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread
her thighs. She made no real effort to stop me but gave
a little sob as she looked up into my eyes. I lay on
one elbow looking back into her cloudy blue eyes and,
without shifting my gaze I reached for the hem of her
nightdress and folded it across the plump feminine
curve of her belly at about the level of the cute
indentation of her navel where it was caressed by the
elastic at the waist of her tight panties. Her cunt was
covered only by virtually transparent tight-fitting
peach-coloured nylon and I looked at it with pleasure
as the embarrassed girl blushed furiously. Her tight
panties moulded closely to the plump fleshy outer lips
of her well made cunt and the gentle swell of her mound
was decorated by an attractive little blonde fleece,
clearly visible through her panties. I smiled into her
eyes and gently ran my finger along the gaping groove
of her cunt feeling her through her panties. She sighed
deeply, a sigh that progressed to a deep sobbing intake
of breath. I began to play gently with her cunt through
her panties as I looked into her eyes, moving from the
delicate area behind her slit along her groove until I
could just flick the prominent bud of her clitoris.

Despite herself she began to breathe more heavily and I
felt her hips twitch as I felt her cunt rapidly
moistening under my fingers and the dark stain of her
reluctant excitement was obvious on the thin nylon
covering of her twitching cunt. I began to feel her
more deliberately and her hips, despite herself began
to squirm a little on the bed as she moved under my
fingers and her breathing began to quicken. I carried
on working her up with my fingers and then, smiling
down into her eyes, I slipped two fingers up the leg of
her panties and began to slowly and deliberately
explore her bare wet cunt. She gave another deep gasp
and her breathing became more ragged. She screwed up
her eyes, overcome by the sensations flooding her from
the centre of her being. Her whole world seemed to have
contracted into the waves of sensation emanating from
her hot wet cunt. I slipped two fingers straight into
her and began to gently finger-fuck the shaking young
girl. She gasped, tensed and blushed more furiously but
was unable to control the movement of her hips as,
despite herself, she began to become aroused as I began
to finger her more deeply. I could smell her reluctant
excitement. I bent and brushed her lips with mine and
her eyes widened. I slipped my fingers from her
clinging cunt and put my hand down the front of her
panties and gently cupped her as I looked into her eyes
and said quietly.

"Take off your panties Louise." Her hands went to her
waist and as she looked into my eyes she hooked her
fingers into the waist of her panties and, lifting her
bottom slightly from the bed supporting herself on her
heels raised her parted thighs so that they were more
together and pointed at the ceiling. She slipped her
panties up her thighs to her knees and then I took over
sliding them down her calves and off over her pretty
feet. I looked into her eyes with a smile as I put the
delicate wet fabric to my face and breathed deeply in
her feminine essence. Her eyes widened again as she
watched me and I dropped her wet panties on the floor
beside the bed. I looked down at her and put a hand on
the inside of each knee and gently but firmly spread
her thighs again. The pink slit of her pretty cunt
gaped widely again and the wet sheen of her excitement
was very evident in the subdued lighting.

"Give me a nice wank Louise, and get me ready. I feel
like a nice slow
fuck". She gasped with shock looked up at me, bit her
bottom lip and said quietly,
"Pleased don't. I have never been with anyone except
Peter." I looked down at her and smiled as I slipped my
hand between her spread thighs. I slid my middle finger
from the back of her slit along the smooth flesh of her
perineum to the dimple of her ass which I gently
pressed. She flushed even deeper but I did not persist,
drawing my fingers back along her firm flesh to her
cunt and sliding two fingers straight up her. I began a
gentle but firm and deep finger-fuck brushing the firm
nub of her engorged clitoris with the ball of my thumb.
She gasped again and her eyes widened and her hips
began to twitch on the bed again under my tormenting
fingers.
"Get on with it," I said curtly. She gave a deep sigh,
and reaching out tentatively, wrapped her small fingers
around my semi-hard shaft just below the crown of my
knob-head and began to wank my prick nice and firmly. I
rapidly became stiff and I looked mockingly down into
her eyes as I played with her pretty cunt and enjoyed
the feeling of her hand on me.

"You are really very good at this aren't you Louise," I
said mockingly. Her cunt was very wet under my probing
fingers and she was beginning to pant again more
deeply. I slipped a third finger inside the panting
sweating girl and I began to finger-fuck her wet cunt
rather harder as she wanked me.
Peter came in and stood dumbstruck just inside the door
as he watched me playing with his wife. I looked across
at him as Louise continued wanking me, too afraid to
pause.
"You are a very lucky man Peter," I said with a smile,
"your wife really knows how to wank a man properly. She
must have had plenty of practice, probably before she
met you." They both gasped and Louise's face flamed.
"I've only ever been with Peter," she said again. I
laughed with derision.
"You are so good at this," I said, nodding down at her
little hand as it rhythmically stroked and excited my
thick shaft, "that you can't tell me that you have
never wanked anyone else." She would not meet my eyes.
"Well, Louise?" I persisted.
"I used to do this with my first boy-friend," she said
very quietly, "he used to make me do it to him all the
time." I heard Peter gasp loudly. Clearly this was news
to him! I laughed and pointed at the chair.
"Just sit down like a good girl while I fuck your
wife". I said. Peter looked at me with hate and fear in
his eyes and sat down on nerveless legs which almost
seemed to collapse under him. I grinned at him and I
turned to concentrate on his wife. I lay on my side on
one elbow with my fingers hard up the pretty young
blonde who looked at me hesitantly as she wanked my
stiff shaft. The stimulation of her expert attention
had caused precum to ooze from my prick and I watched
with pleasure as it moistened the curled fingers of her
little hand, shining softly in the subdued lighting.. I
could see that she was trying to say something and
after a few tries it came out.
"You can't make love to me like this," she said in a
whisper, ""you just can't. I am not on the Pill. I
don't want to get pregnant." I just laughed.
"Please," she begged, "if you are going to make love to
me against my will, please use something, please,
please don't make me pregnant." I laughed again and
brushed her clitoris more firmly. Her hips twitched
convulsively and she gasped again..
"Firstly, I am not going to make love to you, I am
going to fuck you," I said, "and secondly I never use
anything. I love making young wives pregnant. Don't
worry Louise, it may not happen. It may be your lucky
night."
"Oh God!" she whispered not meeting my eyes, "you have
to use something. I am in my most fertile period now."
I laughed again.
"Bad luck then, Louise," I commiserated, "it probably
won't be your lucky night after all!"
A tear rolled down her cheek as she sobbed with
anguish. I smiled across at her husband who glared back
at me. I drew his sexy young wife towards me slipping
my arm around her and, looking into her wide eyes
lowered my lips to hers. I did not press at first just
content to explore her soft lips but then I began to
explore her closed lips with the tip of my tongue
becoming steadily more demanding until, despite
herself, her eyes widened further and her lips parted
under mine. I took possession of her soft mouth and
began to kiss her deeply, exploring her slowly and
completely as her tongue writhed against mine. As I
kissed her I slipped my left arm on which I had been
propped up round her back pulling her to me. I moved my
left hand under her armpit on to her breast which I
began to thoroughly feel through the thin fabric of her
nightdress. She gasped into my mouth with three
fingers hard up her I continued my slow deep finger-
fuck as I kissed her and felt her breast. Her hips
began to twitch rhythmically against my fingers on the
bed despite herself as her breathing became more ragged
against my mouth.
I took my hand from her cunt and, holding her firmly by
the breast, grasped her thigh and turned her partly on
her side so that she was facing me. I took her little
wrist in my right hand and, as I was kissing her, moved
it from my prick which was now as stiff as it ever had
been. I lifted her thigh so that it was over mine
giving me ready access to her and I slid my eight inch
prick straight up her tight wet cunt. With a deep gasp
she took the whole length of prick with no problem and
I slowly began to fuck her while I kissed her deeply
and worked on her hot little tongue. I looked across
her body and I could see her husband sitting tensely
watching us with fascinated horror but not daring to
move. I knew that Louise was becoming very excited
despite her anxiety. My earlier manipulation of her wet
cunt had worked her up as evidenced by the rhythmical
twitching of her hips.
Indeed, she was beginning to pant more raggedly into my
mouth and her hips began to move frantically as,
despite herself, she tried to thrust her pubic bone
into me so that she could push her cunt as deeply on to
my prick as she could. She started making little
wordless squeaks against my mouth in time with each
thrust.
I took my lips from hers and, looking into her eyes,
moved her gently but firmly on to her back so that I
was over her, supported on my arms, between her plump
but firm thighs stuck hard up her. I bent forward and
pressed my lips to hers again. This time her mouth
opened under mine without hesitation and I began to
fuck her more deeply. Her thighs instinctively wrapped
around my back and she clasped me tightly. I felt her
heels pressing into me and her nails beginning to claw
my shoulders. Her breathing became shallower and faster
and a blush started on her neck and spread to her
chest. I took my mouth from hers and she threw her head
back and began to gasp loudly. I moved my hands to her
big firm breasts and began to squeeze them through the
silk of her nightdress in time with my thrusts. I could
feel her approaching orgasm as her fit young body
writhed under me. I took my lips from hers and as I was
fucking his wife deeply and hard I looked across to
where Peter was sitting tensely watching.
"Watch your wife Peter," I said. "I am going to make
her come and with luck, give her a baby". As I said
that Louise gave a shuddering gasp and became rigid as
an orgasm swept through her sweaty excited body. I
continued to fuck her deeper and harder as I looked
into her staring eyes. I began to feel the pressure
building in my balls and I gave a couple of hard final
thrusts and came hard shooting jet after jet of potent
cum into the young wife's unprotected fertile womb.

Breathing heavily, I lay with my stiff prick buried in
Louise's hot wet cunt gently fondling her beautiful
breasts while I watched her husband as he glared
angrily but helplessly at me. The shocked young girl
slowly began to get her breathing under control and
when she had calmed down I kissed her gently to get her
attention and, still stuck up her, said quietly so that
they could both hear, "I have just deposited my cum in
your womb Louise. If you are not pregnant after that it
will be a miracle. I want you pregnant after tonight."

Louise lay in a state of shock under me sobbing
quietly. I enjoyed the rhythmical reflex squeezing of
her tight velvet soft cunt muscles as my softening
prick was massaged by her sobbing. Unsuspectingly she
was contributing to her own downfall by drawing the
last drops of cum from my prick. I rolled off her and
lay with my hands behind my head.
"Go and have a shower," I said shortly, "and then come
back to bed. Put on a clean nightdress but no panties.
Peter, pour me some wine and then go and make some
coffee." I knew that she would try to wash my cum from
her cunt but I also knew that it was probably too late.
She was going to be fucked again anyway before the
night was over. I lay watching Peter as he poured my
wine enjoying his discomfiture as he stood in his
pretty feminine underwear serving a man he had just
watched, but not dared to stop, fuck his wife in front
of him. He was standing close by the side of the bed
and the temptation was just too much. I reached out a
hand and cupped his balls. He stiffened but didn't dare
to move away. I smiled up at him as I felt his little
balls, noting the immediate stiffening of his little
boy's prick which I began to gently wank through the
material of his panties. I made him stand there as I
relaxed and recovered from my exertions with his young
wife, and enjoyed casually playing with the reluctant
straight young man. I could feel him becoming tense as
I wanked him a little harder and he began to breathe
more heavily. I smiled up at him and released his
prick. He gave a sigh of relief.
"Pass me my wine and then go and make the coffee," I
ordered, taking the wine glass from his shaking hand
and watching him carefully walking on his unaccustomed
high heels as he crossed the bedroom to the door. As he
left the bathroom door opened and Louise came in
modestly wrapped in a towel. I grinned across at her.
"A bit late for modesty, Louise darling," I laughed.
She blushed and went to her dressing-table from where
she took from a drawer a short nightdress in very pale
pink. It was almost transparent. She slipped it over
her head, shook out her hair and dropped the towel
before turning to face me. I took my time looking her
over and her blush deepened under my scrutiny, her
cheeks matching the delicate colour of her flimsy
nightdress. The nightdress was very short reaching only
about an inch below the junction of her thighs. It had
a low plunging neckline revealing her deep cleavage and
was fitted very snugly to her breasts. There was no
lace on the simple neckline and her prominent nipples
and large pink areolae were very evident through the
thin material. I ran my eyes from her head to her feet
and she flushed slightly deeper. The hemline of the
sexy nightie was trimmed with a little frill of lace
and this was just thick enough to hide but revealing
enough to provide tantalising flashes of her soft pubic
fleece. I smiled at her.
"Brush your hair, Louise, and then come back to bed."
She bit her lip as she looked at me but went and sat at
the dressing table and picked up her hair-brush. As she
began to rhythmically brush her hair I watched her with
pleasure.
She kept glancing at me in the mirror and coloured as
she saw my eyes on her. I like watching women in
intimate moments such as this almost as much as fucking
them, almost but not quite! I enjoyed the sight of the
muscles moving under her soft flesh and the tightening
and lifting of her full breast pressing against the
delicate fabric of her nightdress as she raised her
arms to her hair. Finally she was finished. She sighed
and put the brush down on the dressing table and sat
looking into the mirror. I just waited and, as I knew
it would, the tension became too much for her. She
glanced quickly at me in the mirror and saw my eyes on
her. I smiled at her and patted the bed beside me. She
stood and reluctantly came to the bed, first sitting
and then lying beside me on her back, her hands at her
sides, fists clenched and looking up at the ceiling. I
could feel the tension in her body. I could smell the
delicate perfume of her talc and I knew that I did not
smell so sweet. Needless to say, this did not trouble
me much!

He got off the bed and sat on the chair as he powerd
his feet into the high-heeled shoes and went to the
door, his slip clinging to his sticky thighs. I turned
to Louise and slipped my arm around her straight under
her armpit and on to her full breast. I began to firmly
feel her as, with the other hand I tilted her chin and
kissed her deeply. She panted against my lips as I
squeezed her fleshy breast and I released her lips and
smiled into her eyes.

"You are a very pretty girl, you know," I said "just
what a man needs in his bed in the morning to wake up
to."

I carried on feeling the reluctant blonde and taking
possession of her mouth again slowly deepening my kiss
until I heard her husband come in with my coffee. He
put it down beside me and stood angrily watching me
playing with his wife. I took my lips from Louise's
sweet-smelling mouth and let the young husband watch me
put my other hand between his wife's plump thighs,
finger-fucking her casually as I looked up at him.

"Sit down over there" I ordered and I knew that he
would comply. I let him watch me play with his wife for
a while, enjoying his offense. Louise squirmed in
my arms and I could smell her cunt, excited despite her
anxiety and tension.

"We don't need you watching us Peter" I said "you'd be
better employed downstairs cooking my breakfast. I want
a nice full breakfast, ham and eggs and all the
trimmings with plenty of coffee. Go and get on with it
and call me when it's ready if I am not down already."

He got up and went out with a last look at his wife in
my arms. I took my hand from between Louise's plump
thighs and had a take of my coffee, smelling with
pleasure the mingled aromas of her essence and that of
the strong coffee. I put my cup down and smiled at her.

"Do you fancy a fuck before we get up Louise?" I asked,
"it is always such a nice way to start the day."

"Please don't make me" she whispered "you've had me
already against my will and I feel so dirty and
ashamed. I am terrified that you will get me pregnant."

I just laughed and lay on my back and looked at Louise.
I nodded down at my semi-stiff prick.

"Give me a nice wank and suck me a little to get me
ready," I said brusquely. Her eyes widened but she did
not move. I reached across and took her slim wrist,
moving her little hand to my groin. She grasped the
shaft just below the knob-head ridge and began to
gently wank me as she looked up helplessly into my
eyes.

"That's lovely darling," I said, "now suck me off."
Again she didn't move so I took my arm from around her
and wound my hand in her soft hair. I slowly but firmly
moved her head down towards my groin until I felt her
cool breath on the stiff prick she was tossing off with
such instinctive s*******. I knew that a little gentle
compulsion was now necessary.

"Suck me off Louise," I said harshly, "I don't want to
have to hurt you." I moved her head firmly down so that
my stiff prick was pressed against her closed lips. I
pressed a little harder and with a little sob her lips
parted and her warm wet mouth accepted my stiff prick
***ly. I relaxed the grip on her hair and she
began to wank me into her hot mouth her blonde head
bobbing backwards and forwards on my stiff prick the
soft curtain of her hair caressing my thigh. I took my
hand from the wet cunt of the trembling woman and lay
back with my hands behind my head, smelling her on my
fingers and luxuriating in sensation as the now
completely compliant young wife sucked me off. The
powerful sensations of her s*******ed mouth rapidly
brought me close to cumming and as I did not want to
cum in her mouth I wound my hand in her hair again and
pulled her lips from my prick, A tendril of spit
connected me to her lips as she looked up at me. I
thought to see some disappointment in her cloudy eyes
and I smiled to myself. I suspected that she had tried
to make me cum in her mouth to avoid the dangers of
pregnancy associated with my cumming up her cunt if I
fucked her again. I pulled her hp the bed by her hair
and she gasped with pain as she struggled to lessen the
tension in her soft hair. I motioned for her to kneel
astride my thighs facing me. She did as I commanded,
instinctively arranging the hem of her short nightdress
so that it lay on her thighs, hiding her cunt from me.

I reached out with both hands and took hold of her full
firm breasts through the thin material of her nightie
and began to squeeze them. "Now Louise, darling," I
said, "guide my stiff prick into your cute cunt". She
blushed and did not move, looking helplessly into my
eyes. I squeezed her breasts a little more firmly and
she raised herself on her knees, took hold of my
prick in her soft hand and guided it so that it
passed easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of
her hairy cunt. I pulled down on her breast flesh so
that she was powerd to sit more firmly on my prick
and I slid easily up her to the balls. I pulled the
low-cut plunging neckline of her nightdress down,
freeing her plump firm breasts and slid my hands over
the contours of her breasts until I came to her stiff
nipples which I took between thumb and forefinger and
began to roll and squeeze the sensitive flesh.

Louise gasped and, despite herself. I felt the walls of
her cunt grip my prick more firmly as she yielded to
the sensations spreading out from her nipples. I
pulled her down to me by the nipples which I slowly
squeezed more firmly as I kissed the young blonde
wife deeply as I lay stuck hard up her clinging wet
hairy cunt enjoying the sexy feel of her nylon
nightdress on my thighs. I took my lips from hers
after a while and looked into her scared blue eyes,
"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I ordered. She
immediately began to move up and down giving me a
delicious slow fuck as I guided her by the pressure
that I was exerting on her sensitive nipples.

"I must say, Louise, you pick things up fast," I
commented, "have you ever fucked in this position
before?" She shook her head. I was in no hurry and just
lay feeling her firm breasts and stiff nipples while
she was doing all the work. I began to smell her
perspiration and her nightdress was beginning to cling
to her. I slowly speeded her up by manipulating her
nipples until she was bucking on me with her head
thrown back looking at the ceiling with her hair
swinging. The room was full of the smell of woman and
cunt and the head of the bed hammered rhythmically
against the wall. She was gasping in deep gulps of air
and ramming herself as hard as she could down onto my
prick. I began to feel close to coming so I pulled her
down to me by the nipples and fastened my mouth on hers
giving her a deep hard kiss as I came up her cunt and
shot a river of hot cum up into her womb. She lay
panting on me as I moved my hands to the fleshy globes
of her bottom and began to pull her hard on to my prick
causing my prick to rub more firmly against her excited
clitoris and, completely unable to control her body,
she came with a deep gasp. She tore her lips from mine
and lay on me with her face in my chest, her wet sweaty
hair covering me.

"I have just cum up you again Louise," I whispered into
her ear through the wet curtain of her hair, "another
chance to leave my baby in your belly!" She burst
into a flood of hysterical tears and clung to me as
she sobbed, gently, despite herself, milking the last
drops of cum from my softening prick as it was still
buried in her body. I grasped her by the shoulders
and moved her off me, my prick sliding deliciously
slowly from her wet cunt. She lay curled up on her
side, her thumb in her mouth, sobbing as she looked
at me. I got up and looked down at her "Get yourself
together, have a shower and come downstairs, I am
going to have a shower and then breakfast," I said
and went into the bathroom. I had a quick shower and
dried my hair. I re-entered the bedroom and looked at
Louise who had not moved her position. I shook my head
slowly and left the room, closing the door quietly
behind me and walked, naked, down the stairs.

I pushed the door open and entered the living room.
Peter was standing by the table and he glanced at me
anxiously. I smiled at him as he stood backlit by the
window red with the glow of the rising sun. It shone
through his soft hair creating a delicate halo effect.

I ran my eyes over him. He looked rather disheveled in
his cum-stained slip and panties that he had been
wearing since the previous evening. I could see dried
cum very evident on the inside of his thighs and his
stocking tops. The room was filled with the fragrance
of fried bacon. I walked over to Peter and cupped his
balls in my right hand, put my left behind his head and
drew his *** lips to mine. I kissed him deeply as
I looked into his wide eyes. I did not prolong the kiss
but gave his stiffening prick a last squeeze and went
and sat at the table.

"You make a very obedient little servant Peter," I said
with a smile, "now serve me my breakfast and go and
fetch Louise. I left her having a shower. Tell her from
me that she better be wearing something sexy when she
comes down."

He brought me my breakfast and poured my coffee and
then looked at me wretchedly. I knew from the way that
he was looking at me that he wanted to say something
and after a couple of efforts got the words out.

"Leave us alone, please," he begged. I laughed as I
ate.

"Just do it," I said deliberately harshly to
concentrate his mind, "She better be down here by the
time I finish eating or I will thrash her fat bottom
with my belt." He left the room hurriedly and I heard
his heels receding up the stairs. I had finished
eating, quickly dressed and called a taxi and was just
pouring some more coffee when the door opened and the
pretty pair entered. Peter, of course had not changed
but Louise, after her shower had changed into a long
white silky sheer nightgown. It was very tight-fitting
and clung to and accentuated every curve of her full
figure. She had brushed her hair and repaired the
damage to her appearance with a little make-up. She
looked absolutely stunning. I let them stand as I
finished my coffee, leisurely running my eyes over
them.

Finally I spoke as the doorbell rang.

"It is time for me to go," I said as I got up from the
table. They were standing close together and I walked
over and took Louise's shrinking body in my arms.
Slipping my hand behind her I grasped her buttock and
pulled her cunt hard on to my prick as I gave her a
deep lingering sexy possessive kiss relishing the feel
of the sexy material of her nightdress I released her
lips and looked into her blue eyes.

"Good-bye, Louise, till next time. You were a lovely
fuck. Look after my baby for me."
She gave a sob of anguish.

I released her and turned to her husband cupping his
balls with one hand and drawing his mouth to mine with
pressure on the back of his neck. I gave him a long
kiss and I could hear the shocked breathing of his
young wife. I released his lips and looked into his
eyes.

"You got off quite lightly this time Peter. Next time I
won't go so easy on your plump sexy bottom." I said
conversationally. His eyes widened with horror as the
meaning of my remark sunk in.

The doorbell rang again rather more insistently. I
released Peter and walked to the door which I opened
and looked round for the last time.

"Good-bye you two, thank you for the hospitality. I
will be back to see you both again." I shut the door
gently, got in the taxi and gave the driver
instructions to take me to Peter's office. I still had
one more morning's work before I left for my cottage in
Wales, and the previous evening and night had sharpened
my appetite for further adventure.

Obediently I do as I am instructed, and once I am in
the position he wants, spreading my feet as wide apart
for him so that my anus is lined up directly with his
penis, I feel him open me up and drive the full length
of his erect organ into my stretching vagina as
ruthlessly as he'd done earlier.

"Fucking faggot slave! Fucking your sloppy loose vagina
real hard now, cunt! Yeah, that feels great! Push back,
that's it! Now squeeze them queer pussy muscles nice
and tight... Oh yeah! Harder bitch, push back harder!"
Master Noel says as he reaches over my back to hold on
tightly to my shoulders and repeatedly slams his hips
forward as hard as he can.

I can feel his big hairy balls slapping against my own
hairless low hanging testicles as he fucks me, and as I
stand bent over holding my ankles, my feet spread wide
apart, pushing my arse back in time with Master Noel's
fucking motions, he gestures for August to stand in
front of me. Immediately I lift my face up level with
August's leaking cock, and suck him off at the same
time Master Noel fucks me.

Within minutes Master Noel is shaking all over, and I
can feel his cock expanding largely deep inside my
faggot pussy. He is on the verge, ready to unload his
spunk into me, and as August also senses our master's
encroaching orgasm, he steadies himself too, ready to
ejaculate into my mouth at the same time.

Within seconds I am flooded from both ends and filled
with their ball juices, and as Master Noel pulls his
semi-flaccid cock out of me, I instantly turn around,
get back on my knees and take his now sensitive limp
penis back into my mouth and gently suck his fleshy
organ clean.

"Good girl, now help August dry me, and then have a
quick shower as well. You can dry yourself with my used
towels and when you're finished you can help August and
Justin dress me for school." Master Noel says as he
steps out of the spray of the shower, letting August
and I dry him with two large fluffy white towels.

Quickly I wash myself as instructed and once I have
used Master Noel's towel to dry myself, I hurry out to
the bedroom to help August and Justin dress Master Noel
for school.

Suddenly Master Noel grabs my chin, and looking into my
face, he stares me in the eyes.

"While I'm at school today, you and your slut of a
little brother are going to spend the entire day
sucking and fucking each other. No breaks and no
slacking off. My security video cameras will be on all
the time recording everything you two do, so you better
not disappoint me." Master Noel said menacingly.

"Also, you'll once again be meeting all my friends
tonight, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour
and do exactly what you're told. Understand, faggot-
girl?" he states, squeezing my chin as I acknowledge
him.

"Master, yes, Master!" I say softly as I immediately
assume the slave position by placing my hands behind my
back, spreading my feet as wide apart as possible,
bowing my head in total presentation and then thrusting
my fully erect penis out towards him.

***

1. Evan Morgan - A Friend Indeed

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

Did you know my deepest closeted desire was to stare
longingly and lustfully at Brad Cahill's perfect 6' 4"
tall muscular body, his short stylish sandy blond hair,
twinkling mischievous deep blue eyes and extremely
handsome yet youthful face?

Brad, at 18, was my ultimate role-model. He was
everything I wasn't, and he was always kind and
friendly towards me. The truth is I idolised him. In
fact, since Brad was an exceptionally talented high
school football player one year my senior, I was really
surprised he'd even say hello, or spend any length of
time speaking with me.

To me he was a really cool guy. He was strong,
powerful, a handsome young teenage man I wanted to be
like, to emulate, and I was always filled with goofy
pride whenever he asked how I was.

Even now, I still find it amazing that he took time out
to befriend me, a lowly 5' 5" skinny awkward 16 year
old teenage boy, with black hair and brown eyes. To
everyone else, including my own brother Noel, I was
nothing but a pitiful computer nerd and geeky bookworm,
with few friends and a really bad stutter.

And because he took time out to speak to me, I suppose
it was only natural that I developed a huge crush on
him from the moment I first met him. You see, from a
very young age I knew I was gay. This in itself created
major problems for me, because like I mentioned, I was
still in the closet, and it was something I didn't want
anybody to know about.

Unfortunately in this modern and progressive day and
age we live in, where same sex between free male
citizens and their male slaves is totally accepted and
very much encouraged, sex between consenting gay free
citizens is illegal and can get you enslaved or even
worse. To be honest, it isn't smart to let anyone know
if you're homosexual.

Anyway I secretly adored Brad from afar, but most
importantly, I treasured the fact Brad was so kind to
me. I would sit there on the benches watching him on
the football field whenever he was playing.

And like all his other screaming fans, male and female,
I would cheer loudly as Brad rose to the occasion,
looking every bit the image of an extremely handsome
'All American boy next door' high school sports jock
who knew he was also a great football player.

But ultimately, Brad's befriending me was definitely
the reamister he eventually ran foul of my eldest brother,
Noel.

Noel was also on the local high school football team,
and although he was considered a good football player,
everyone knew he just wasn't as talented or s*******ed as
Brad. Also, unlike Brad, my brother was not well liked.

My brother was known as an extreme bully, someone who
loved to intimidate anyone he thought was weaker than
him. Over the years, I've heard some very nasty and
cruel rumours about Noel, which I really hope are not
true.

As it was, Noel hated Brad with a passion. I also knew
Brad didn't really care, as he could quite easily
defend himself and win any fight between them. But I
could also see just how much this pissed my brother
off, as Noel had always thought of himself as the top
dog at our high school.

What made matters worse though, was Noel was never one
to forgive or forget. If he saw anyone threaten or
challenge his authority, he would painstakingly work
out ways of getting even, so he could eventually prove
he was the tougher, better guy.

I should know. I've been the butt of my older brother's
wrath since I can remember. Even the fact that Brad
took the time out to talk to me like a friend was way
too much for Noel to handle.

My brother, who at 19 years of age was a year older
than Brad, stood tall at 6', had short spiked black
hair, a solid thickset muscular body and cruel vicious
brown eyes. In his own way, he might have been
considered a good looking guy, with an ever thickening
growth of curly black hair on his chest that ran down
in a v-shape to a thick treasure trail past his navel
to his very hairy groin.

Unfortunately, regardless of his very masculine rugged
looks, his spiteful and vindictive nature tended to
make people shy away him. Except for a small group of
senior high school buddies who liked to hang around
him, everyone avoided him like the plague.

But the main reamister Noel hated Brad was because our
handsome blond haired rising high school football star
came from the poorer side of town. To Noel, Brad was
someone who should have known his place in society,
like the Blacks, Hispanics and the slaves did. In
Noel's mind Brad should have stayed in the ghettoes of
his poor suburb and stopped acting as if he deserved
the special privileges that came from being wealthy.

Yes, I admit my brother is a snob, and a terribly
spiteful one at that. It's really no secret, and Noel's
the first one to admit it. Noel thought it was improper
for anyone of Brad's social status to be treated like
the rest of us more well-to-do wealthy students.

He hated the fact that our high school funds were being
spent on sports scholarships for no-hopers like Brad,
especially when there were just as good or even better
players like himself.

And as I mentioned earlier, the fact Brad took a
friendly interest in me absolutely infuriated Noel.

To tell you the truth, my brother disliked me with a
passion too. He always had. Ever since I was born, he'd
gone out of his way to endlessly humiliate and degrade
me in front of our parents and all his friends. He
blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life,
no matter how trivial, all because I wasn't as
masculine and tough as him and tended to shy away from
all physical sports.

Most times he'd ignore me, pretending I didn't exist.
Other times, I'd have to suffer the ridicule and
indignity of having him and his closest buddies beat me
up for the smallest of infractions.

Once when Noel was beating me up in front of some of
his loutish friends during a recess break at school,
Brad suddenly stepped out of nowhere and pulled my
brother off of me, shoving him aside and telling Noel
calmly to cool down.

Noel had become livid with rage that anyone would
interfere in what he considered to be a family matter
and started swinging punches. For Brad, he'd just
laughed, stepped out of the way and landed a cracking
heavy handed fist to Noel's arrogantly jutting chin
which sent my brother sprawling into an ***
heap on the ground.

I remember how Noel had come to, eyeing me furiously,
listening to all the other students gathered around
laughing at him as he lay flat on his back in the dirt.

And even though I did warn Brad at the time, I should
have known better. As a friend, I should have watched
out for his back from then on, because I know my
brother well.

I know Noel would definitely try and do something truly
terrible to get back at Brad, as there was no way my
brother could accept he'd been beaten and shamed in
front of all his friends by a mere poor kid one year
younger than him.

And of course, when Noel finally took his revenge out
on Brad, it took everyone, including myself, by
complete surprise.

Within a week, he'd struck back at Brad, as well as his
whole family, in a way that left not only me but many
people who cared for Brad, staggering with disbelieve
from the sneer nature of its viciousness and vulgarity.

And as the full impact of what my oldest brother Noel
had done sunk in, I knew then I had no choice but to do
something to try to save my role model and hero, the
guy who I secretly had a crush on, from the clutches of
my brother's devastating vengeance.

***

1.1 Noel Morgan - Mounting Fury

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)

***

To me, he was nothing more than a smart-assed faggot-
girl, a supposedly rough and tough blonde haired guy
around school a year younger than me. A queer con-
artist who had everyone thinking he was something
special.

Well he wasn't something special, and I was the only
one who'd picked him out for what he truly was. He was
a dirty little low-life pauper from the gutters, no
better than the many slaves my family owns.

And yes, it was with great pleasure I permisterally ground
his sorry lying ass into the dirt. Exposing him to
everyone for what he really was. And believe me when I
say how jubilant I was when I finally got my hands on
that cock-sucking queer, and made him confess every one
of his conniving faggot ways to all his so called loyal
friends.

Just the thought of that faggot-girl made me want to
retch up and vomit. And I admit too, that I didn't give
a damn what anyone thought when I dealt him the final
blow that would knock him off his self-proclaimed
perch.

You see, folks down here in the southern states of the
United Federation of American States have their own
form of justice. So to me, I knew I was doing the right
thing, even though everyone thought I was wrong.
Sometimes you just got to grab the bull by the balls,
squeeze them, expose the truth and then everyone would
know what I'd done was the right god-fearing thing to
do.

Now don't misunderstand me. I'm definitely not a
religious permister, so I can tell you God's got nothing
to do with any of this.

This was purely about maintaining the social status
down here in the south. Where the rich are very well
respected, the poor knew their place in life, the
Niggers and Latinos kept their heads down and out of
view, and all slaves did what they were ordered without
hesitation or complaint.

I mean to say! Consider your own situation if some
young faggot upstart from the ghettoes suddenly tried
to wheedle his way into your own exclusive school,
group or social club.

Well, you're right! It just wouldn't be acceptable.
You'd be honour-bound to do something about it.

So it was with me! I couldn't allow that cunt Brad
Cahill, who'd won a special football scholarship to
attend our elite school at the age of 18, to feel he
was one of us. And all because some reding-heart
people, who should have known better, said he was a
naturally gifted player who would one day become a
nationally recognised sporting icon.

Well for fucks sake, that meant cuckolds brownie to me, because the
moment he arrived at our exclusive high school everyone
started treating him like some kind of celebrity. But I
saw straight through him. As far as I was concerned he
was nothing but a social climbing maggot, a diseased
poor fuck from the dead end of town. And as far as I
was concerned, that's where he should've stayed,
accepting his station and status in life.

To top it off, as soon as he arrived, he got appointed
to my position as captain of our football team. I mean
give me a fucking break. I paid good money for the
privilege of taking on our football team captaincy.

Well, believe it or not, I just let it be, even though
it was stewing up a storm inside my head.

And to be honest, when I'd first laid eyes on him, I'd
even made a play to get him into my bed. I just thought
it would have been cool to try out his faggot-girl
mouth and pussy, just like I would with any attractive
slave boy that caught my eye.

Admittedly he's actually a very good looking. Yes, I
admit he's a rather tall and dashing teenage guy, with
boyishly youthful yet masculine features, short wavy
blond hair and sparkling blue eyes that taunt you in a
sexy come-fuck-me queer kind of way.

In fact, if you'd seen him naked in the school gym
showers after gym and football practice, you'd
understand why all the local women thought he was a
living, breathing Adonis. He had nicely defined large
muscles with no hint of fat whatsoever, and a smooth
hairless torso except around the base of his large
swaying very thick uncut cock and under his armpits.

Oh don't sound so shocked, for fucks sake. Yeah, I'm
100% straight, even got me a long term girl. And like
most of my buddies here at school, I've even knocked up
a few female slave bitches in my time as well.

But like everybody else in this great nation of ours,
I'll relax with anyone I want to, male or female,
especially if I can use it to my advantage.

Bedding down free citizen teen guys and roughly
dominating them as I fuck them stupid, listening to
their pathetic tears and pleas for me not to hurt them,
and promising me they'll do whatever I want, has always
been a means to gain complete and total power over
them.

And that's one thing I truly do love! Absolute power
and control!

Best thing though is video recording every one of these
illicit fag sex sessions, while always making sure to
mask my identity. It's a great way to blackmail them
into doing exactly what I want while having a lot of
ball-busting orgasmic fun at the same time.

And even though what I do is frowned upon by society,
it sure doesn't make me a queer fag!

Thing is, I know the difference between being a real
man who knows how to fuck, and fuck hard, and a pansy
queer bottom who spreads his legs wide like a
whimpering girl, begging to be fucked hard by real men
like me.

In our state, if you're known to be a cock sucking
faggot, you're very likely to be immediately enslaved
and treated worse than any lowly chain-gang slave.

But when that blond haired cunt angrily rejected my
invitation to be my fuck-boy, to be my bitch, while
also looking down his nose at me and my closest
friends, well that did it. In my mind he was now on
notice that I'd eventually bust his balls one day.

And once I'd made the decision, I knew I'd just have to
be patient, bide my time and wait for the perfect
opportunity to present itself to me. Then I would
finally own him lock, stock and barrel.

Of course, it wasn't until another two months had past
before the opportunity finally presented itself. And
when it did, I thanked God the day the stupid faggot-
girl stepped in and decided to interfere in my permisteral
family affairs.

It didn't matter I was beating up on my younger brother
on that day, getting Evan to act like a man for once in
his life in front of all my friends.

The fact faggot-girl had the effrontery to grab me from
behind, push me away from my own kith and kin, and then
add insult to injury by punching me in the face and
knocking me down.

Well that was it! I knew the time had come to take him
out once and for all.

And as far as I'm concerned, it was that damn queer's
own fault for what I then put into motion, and I knew
he'd suffer the consequences for being so smug and
high-almighty in front of me, thinking he was better
than me.

Of course afterwards, as the dust settled and I knew
I'd beaten bitch, made him mine, then I could turn my
full attention towards my little brother and finally
take care of Evan once and for all too.

***

1.2 Brad Cahill - The Good Old Days

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill - Pleasure Slave)

***

The best day of my life was when the long awaited
letter, delivered by a naked postal slave, arrived to
confirm I'd been accepted into the elite all boy's high
school college on the other side of town.

I remember clearly how both my parents had jumped up
and down with joy, laughing with unconcealed pride for
me, and how my two brothers Sean and Justin had looked
up at me in awe, grinning with unrepressed brotherly
adulation.

You see, my parents aren't wealthy, and we all knew
they were struggling to keep us in school. The meager
wage Dad brings home from the copper mines as a free
citizen is just enough to pay our rent and feed us all.
Apart from that, there's nothing left to spare.

So it came as a huge surprise when the coach of our
town's most prestige's high school college football
team, after watching a game between two local public
high school teams in which I was playing, came up to me
after the match and offered me a full-time scholarship.

At first we were all skeptical, but when he handed me
the official documents I needed to fill out, and then
gave dad his business card, well, that's when the real
impact hit us. Here was the lucky break we really
needed. It's what I'd really worked hard for, a chance
for dad and mum to relax a bit, and for me to excel in
the sport I loved.

2. Evan Morgan - Family Unity

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

Sometimes I think I'm just so naïve. So stupidly
gullible!

Like the time when I was told Brad Cahill's parents had
suddenly taken him out of school so he could attend a
relative's funeral somewhere on the east coast.

At the time I found out, I remember feeling heart-felt
sympathy for him and his family's recent loss, but I
also looked forward to when he returned to school. In
my own closeted way, I missed Brad, especially watching
his handsome muscular body working out at football
training, as well as our regular talks when we bumped
into each other.

And I can tell you truthfully that I didn't connect his
sudden departure to anything my brother Noel might have
been involved in, even though Brad's departure for the
family funeral occurred the day after their fight.

How could I have known anything was out of the
ordinary, that something was terribly wrong?

How was I supposed to know that Noel had done something
so horrendous that would shock and horrify me when I
eventually found out?

Anyway, as I was soon to learn, my whole life was about
to be turned upside down as I was powerd to make a
decision that would ultimately alienate me from my
parents and turn me against my own big brother Noel.

My parents, Senator James and Gracie Morgan, my eldest
brother Noel and I lived in the most expensive area of
town. Our family's considered one of the oldest and
richest families to have settled in the region more
than 200 years ago, and as such, we're held in the
highest regard.

In fact, my family was here decades before slavery
eventually reached its penultimate peak in the mid
1800's, before finally being abolished at the end of
the 19th century. And of course, my family was also one
of the first families in our state to immediately
benefit financially when slavery was re-introduced just
over 30 years ago.

And when you think about it, 30 years really isn't that
long ago. Everyone who was young then still remembers
how all the territories voted to re-instate slavery,
except for three states who abstained, and as such, New
Holland, Concordia and Levanda remained slave free. In
fact, it is actually illegal to own slaves there, or to
try and enslave anyone.

Thing is, I'd never really thought that much about
slavery, or voluntary indentured service, because both
Noel and I were born into a highly structured society
that already prized and indulged in the lucrative
commerce that arises from an international export
import slave policy.

In our house alone, we have over 50 slaves. We have 14
house slaves, 6 pleasure slaves belonging to my man
and brother, and 30 field slaves.

Anyway as Noel and I grew up, it was only natural that
we'd learn there is a class and caste structure that
automatically dictates where all individual members of
our society fit.

Unfortunately, I can honestly say I really took very
little interest in how the slaves on our own property
were managed. I knew we had an overseer, Mr Hendricks,
a huge stout weather-beaten faced middle aged man whose
permanent scowl scared me at times.

It was his job to ensure the highest level of
discipline among our slaves at all times. Although he
was an expert in his field, a professional slave and
RFID microchip and security technician, I must admit
I'd never actually witnessed any disciplinary measures
meted out by him.

To me, even at an early age, it all just seemed far too
barbarous, and my dear lady always kept me sheltered
from the harsh realities of slavery within our modern
society.

Of course, because of our family's very high social
status within the state, I wasn't blinded to the fact
it was our obligation to own and care for a large
number of very carefully trained well disciplined
slaves within our household. I mean, who else would
have looked after our daily needs, and work on the huge
plantations we owned.

In fact, I'd always had an elderly slave whom I've
known all my life to look after my needs. To me, he was
my permisteral valet, and his name was Monet. A gentle
very obedient and humble old man, he dressed in the
traditional slave outfit, a respectable knees-length
loin cloth, and waited on and cared for me in ways my
parents never had.

When I woke up in the morning, he was always there to
wash me and dress me. When I got back from school, he'd
make sure my after-school clothes were laid out neatly
and ready for me to change into. When I was ready for
bed, he was always there to tuck me in and read me
stories from my favourite fictional fantasy novels.

There was nothing sexual in it at all. He was just my
'friend'. Even though man and Noel insisted I get
myself my own permisteral pleasure slave, I just found the
idea far too disgusting for my liking.

Also, I had an unfounded fear that if I did go out and
select myself a pleasure slave, then everyone would
somehow know my biggest secret, that I was gay. I know
it was stupid of me, but it was a concern I had at the
time.

Of course Noel would sneer at me and call me a prude,
but I also liked to think of myself as romantic,
secretly waiting for the right permister to come along and
sweep me off my feet. I also knew that wasn't going to
happen, especially in our enlightened times.

And even though Noel and my man always said Monet
was just an aging useless slave past his prime, I
didn't care one bit, as I don't think I really ever
thought of him as just a 'slave'.

To me, he had always been there whenever I needed his
kindness. To me, he was part of our family, a trusted
loyal friend I could always speak to.

Noel, on the other hand, owned an extremely good
looking young male slave, whose duties were to look
after every one of my brother's daily needs. Ever since
Noel had turned 15, my brother had suddenly insisted on
selling off his much older younghood slave.

And with my parents blessing, he'd gone out and bought
himself one of those very expensive pleasure slaves. A
year younger than my brother, Noel had named him
August, based solely on the fact he'd bought the slave
in the month of August.

August was the same height as Noel, gorgeously lean and
slender, and because he was kept naked at all times,
you couldn't but notice he had a rather long and thick
circumcised penis. Noel, of course, treated him like a
favourite pet most of the time, even letting August
grow his auburn coloured hair which the young slave was
ordered to keep short and stylised at all times.

From the day he'd brought August home, he'd loudly
proclaimed I was henceforth barred from his bedroom,
never to enter without his permission. Not that that
meant anything to me, as I never entered his room
anyway, for fear of eliciting his ever-growing fury and
cruelty.

As it is, I've always felt sorry for August because I
could tell he lived in constant fear of my brother. I
can only imagine what vile things Noel did to him in
the privacy of his own bedroom.

So it was on that fateful day, a month after my high
school sports hero Brad Cahill had knocked Noel
*** that my life was forever changed.

On that day, just before the sun had set, Noel had come
crashing into my bedroom, rambling on like a lunatic,
shouting at me excitedly to follow him to the main
study.

"Come on slack-ass! Boy, have I got a surprise for
you?" Noel had rattled on, urging me to hurry up and
follow him. But when I'd cringed away from him in
distrust and confusion, unable to understand his
enthusiasm and near manic eagerness, he'd lifted his
eyes to the ceiling in mock anguish, laughed as he
called me a fucking wimp, and then grabbed me painfully
by my arm and quickly dragged me towards the main study
room on the ground floor of our large 22 room estate
house.

To me, it was so unreal. Here he was, eagerly ushering
me along the great hallway, continually babbling on to
me in a hurried yet friendly, even brotherly manner, as
if we were close buddies or the like.

In a sense, I couldn't believe it was my brother
rushing me down the marble stairs and into the study,
wanting me for some obscure reamister to share in whatever
good fortune had befallen him.

When I entered the room, I instantly noted two new
young slaves standing naked in the centre of the room.
As required by law, they were in the traditional
mandatory slave position, heads bowed low, hands behind
their backs; legs spread wide apart and hairless
crotches thrust forward to expose their fully erect
penises and testicles to everyone in the room.

Straight away I felt uncomfortable, and even a little
nervous.

What was Noel up to? He knew I wouldn't be interested
in inspecting any new slaves he may have purchased.

As I took in the view and listened to Noel as he
commenced explaining the incredible beauty and value of
the two new slaves standing before us, I immediately
turned my head towards him, a silent plea in my
suspicious eyes demanding to know why he had brought me
here.

Then I noticed for the first time both my man and
our overseer Mr Hendricks, huddled closely together,
talking in hushed tones. Then, when my man realised
I was also in the room with them, he smiled, tilted his
head in that way he has of acknowledging me, and
quickly moved forward to commence a more detailed
inspection of the two new slaves.

Now I was really confused. My whole family knew I had
no real interest in any slave issues that affected our
household. Again I tried to get Noel's attention so I
could find out what was happening. But as was Noel's
nature, he offhandedly ignored my silent gestures, and
continued eagerly to highlight the remarkable qualities
and youthfulness of the two new slaves.

Sighing heavily, I knew I'd have to wait until Noel had
calmed down. I figured I'd probably be here for a
while, so I turned my attention back to the slaves.

And as I briefly ran my eyes over them, I suddenly
found myself wondering just how much money would have
been paid to buy them. Even with my limited knowledge
on slave induction, training and standard slave
etiquette, I knew immediately these two weren't your
average field or house slaves, and they must be worth a
fortune.

A cursory glance over their smooth hairless bodies
revealed their flawless milky white skin was still
unmarked, showing no signs of branding, or any other
decorative slave tattooing. This was also a definite
sign they must have been recently enslaved.

And then it struck me that slaves this expensive
probably wouldn't be joining the ranks of our other
well-trained estate slaves. Maybe Noel had bought them
as an investment to resell on to make a tidy profit. It
was the only logical answer I could think of for their
being here in the first place.

Of course I could tell without even seeing the faces of
the two new slaves that they must definitely be very
good looking.

Then I watched as Noel stepped confidently up in front
of the tallest more muscular slave, before turning
around to me and impatiently motioning me forward.

"Come on bro. I bought one of these for you too. You
can even pick out which one you want. Besides, it's
time you discarded that old piece of trash you've had
for all these years and got something fresh and young
to serve your needs now." Noel stated happily, smiling
hugely as he reached down and fondled the large
hairless low hanging testicles of the bald headed slave
standing before him.

Even though Noel's continued actions of fondling the
slave's rock-hard erection and low hanging balls was
embarrassing me, I must admit what he'd just said left
me in a dizzying state of shock. I shook my head.

Had I heard him right? Had he really gone out and
bought one of these slaves for me? Was that what this
was all about? Instantly I found myself struggling to
believe Noel would do anything bordering on kindness
for me.

I even remember after the initial shock had passed and
he'd shaken his head to indicate that I had heard him
correctly, how I found myself holding back an
unexpected welling of tears. Tears made up of renewed
brotherly love and pride, an unswerving gratitude
towards my big brother Noel.

"It's alright Evan. It's time we started acting like
brothers. Time we learnt to get along together. That's
why I bought these slaves, so you and I can both
proudly show off our newest, most expensive property
whenever we go out. What do you say?" Noel said sagely.

My man, half listening in to what Noel was saying,
turned around from the slave he was inspecting, and
heartily slapped his eldest mister on his back.

"I'm proud of you, mister. In fact, I'm very pleased to
see you acting so maturely by taking on this huge
responsibility. I was worried at first when you told me
you'd bought these new slaves without my permission,
but I'm mightily proud of you for taking the
initiative."

Then man turned towards me smiling grandly.

"And Evan, I do hope you'll make me proud too mister, by
accepting your brother's very generous gift." My man
had said in a kind, caring voice, as he stood there
gazing at both Noel and me.

Again I was nearly overwhelmed.

It had been such a long time since I'd heard my man
talking so affectionately and kindly to me. I couldn't
help myself as I eagerly shook my head up and down,
while still trying to stop myself from crying with joy.

"Well then, take your pick, bro. Which one do you
want?" Noel asked, gently pushing me forward so I stood
before the slave he'd just been fondling.

At first I just stood there staring at the two of them.

"Come on, bro. You've got to inspect them properly
before you choose one, especially if you intend to bed
him down every night from now on." Noel laughed,
encouraging me to reach out and feel the enslaved
merchandise.

Noel's comments made me turn bright red with
embarrassment. And then it hit me. These were pleasure
slaves, male sex slaves specifically trained to please
and heighten their master's sexual enjoyment!

Like I said earlier on, sex between free citizen men
and male slaves was an important and accepted part of
our society, so much so it was publicly endorsed and
vigorously encouraged as one of the most important and
positive ways for an owner to instill his complete
dominates over their slave.

And now I was really curious, because these two slaves
were unlike any pleasure slaves I'd ever seen
advertised on TV or in the glossy sales brochures and
catalogues. Nearly all pleasure slaves I'd seen were
pierced with large ornate metal studs and ring in every
orifice of their bodies, and usually tattooed and
marked with elaborate designs so as to emphasise their
special sex slave status. These two had none at all.

Shaking my head in confusion I turned my attention back
to the one standing before me.

But to be honest, I didn't know what to do. I'd never
inspected a slave before and I didn't know what to
check for. Also, on a more intimate level, the erect
penis on the slave before me was making me feel very
inadequate.

To me it was huge, and it made me fully aware of how
I've always been very modest about my own nakedness,
constantly worrying about the size of my dick and
hoping it would eventually grow a lot bigger as I got
older.

Fact was I just wasn't hung like Noel, who tended to
like showing off his own large seven and a half inch
tackle whenever he was in the school gym showers. Also,
he had no qualms fondling the genitals of any male
slave that grabbed his attention, always wanting to
weigh them and measure their length and girth, flaccid
and erect, as he tried to ascertain if they would make
good breeding stock for our stable of estate slaves.

I know Noel's always had aspirations to enter the
corporate slave industry after high school and
university, and it was common knowledge on weekends
Noel and his close group of friends was always down at
the local slave markets checking out any new slaves.

For myself, even though I saw naked slaves all the
time, and their nudity meant nothing to me whatsoever,
I still found it very hard to reach down and cup and
fondle their genitals, as I found it to be very
demeaning, especially if other people were watching
what I was doing.

Also, I couldn't imagine what the slaves must have
thought and felt as they were being inspected!

And this time was no different for me either. In fact,
it was even worse than I'd expected, as I was fully
aware of my man, the overseer Mr Hendricks and Noel
watching intently as I gingerly reached my hand
forward.

At first I felt flustered and a little ashamed of how I
was reacting, so taking a deep breath to dispel my
discomfort, I carefully cupped the young slave's huge
plump hairless balls in my palm. The heavy weight of
his large hairless scrotum in the small palm of my hand
left me feeling a little disoriented, as did the musky,
masculine scent that wafted from his naked body,
especially from his crotch.

More disconcerting for me was the seven inch length of
this young slave's fully erect penis, sticking up
nearly vertical to his flat hairless stomach, straining
up past his belly button. And as I moved my hand up and
stroked the silky length of his rigid youthful manhood
with my fingers, I suddenly found my own dick barring
up and tenting the front of my pants against my will.

Shame swept through me as I immediately let go and
stared at my brother and man red-faced.

"Don't worry bro. It's just a normal human reaction
you're having. Happens to the best of us free citizen
folk, right Dad?" Noel said with a knowing smile on his
face.

My man heartily agreed, also smiling expansively as
he explained in detail how having a slave's shaved
balls in the palm of your hand can create a natural
aphrodisiac affect on any free citizen checking out his
or her newest slave.

Suddenly a question struck me. For the entire time the
two slaves had been standing before us, they'd each
maintained a full blown erection that never seemed to
sag or go flaccid at any time as they displayed
themselves.

"How do they keep their erections all the time? I mean,
it must be really uncomfortable and painful for them to
be like this all the time." I asked.

"Good question Evan and one I hope you never repeat in
the presence of our womenfolk." My man answered
quickly with an amused chuckle.

Then Noel stepped up next to me smiling, actually happy
that I was finally taking an interest in something that
was probably common knowledge to all free citizens.

"At the back of their necks, injected into their
spines, the state-owned slave enpowerment authorities
have implanted a very tiny micro-chip. As soon as it
attaches itself to the inside of the upper spinal
column, the micro-chip instantly starts acting like a
mini CPU. It then releases thousands of new commands
that override all existing brain messages to the
musculatory system, effectively taking over the slave's
entire body." Noel said excitedly.

"What you then have is total control of your slave and
what he does. The micro-chip, designed to the owner's
unique specifications will then literally rewire the
slave's mind, downloading hundreds of thousands of new
audio and visual instructions into the slave's brain.
The newly enslaved will know within seconds exactly how
to act in his new status as a slave and how to carry
out his new duties to the best of his abilities." he
continued.

"In effect as soon as any permister is enslaved and then
micro-chipped, they are instantly transformed into a
perfectly obedient, submissive slave. It's what we free
citizens term the best combination of our modern slave
technology with state-of-the-art science."

"Of course, the micro-chipped slave will always retain
their own memories of their past as well as the ability
to think for themselves, which admittedly must be very
hard for them. Can you even imagine what it must be
like to be fully aware of what's happening to you but
being unable to control any of your own actions?" Noel
said, shaking his head in amazement.

"Anyhow, in essence they have no willpower whatsoever
over what they are powerd to do, and there's nothing
they can do about it but obey their owner's completely.
Most importantly though, industry leaders, slave
merchants and traders and slave auction venders can now
tailor-design their own specialised slaves, specialty
slaves that are capable of doing whatever their new
duties require of them in their newly entrusted slave
positions." Noel ramred on, before turning his
attention back to the two young slaves before him.

"Now, whenever these slaves are ordered to assume the
mandatory slave position and thrust out their groins
for our inspection, the chip automatically sends a
powerful electronic impulse to their brains. This
instantly releases the necessary neuro-hormones,
peptides and proteins required for them to maintain a
raging, rock-hard erection. And they'll continue to
stay hard until we eventually tell them to relax." Noel
explained.

"And don't worry. They don't feel any pain from having
an erection for so long, as the micro-chip negates any
discomfort they may feel. In fact, it does the exact
opposite by keeping them in an extremely high state of
arousal at all times. Eventually they'll become so used
to getting an erection within seconds of being ordered,
that the micro-chip's continued use to keep them
aroused will eventually become redundant."

"Also, you can actually refine the commands as well.
Just verbally select the pleasure level you want the
slave to be set at, and then tell the slave what you
want. The micro-chip will instantly kick in and make it
happen. Now stand aside a fraction and watch this."
Noel said as he pulled me out of the way of the tall
young naked slave standing before me.

Then Noel turned back towards the slave, and in a firm
commanding voice, he ordered the slave to ejaculate.

In less than a few seconds and as I watched in growing
awe, the young slave, with his head still bowed low to
his chest, suddenly shook all over uncontrollably. And
as every perfectly defined muscle on his body twitched
and spasmed, he whimpered and moaned loudly as he
thrust his crotch out as far as he could, and
ejaculated the largest amount of semen I have ever
witnessed in my life.

"See! Pretty cool, don't you think? Also he's still as
hard as an iron bar. I could get him to cum
continuously over and over again if I wanted him to."
Noel smiled wisely as he saw how impressed I was by
this little demonstration of total dominance and
control.

"Not only that, the micro-chip provides an added bonus
of continually stimulating their prostates. This means
the slaves will always be receptive and usually begging
to be anally penetrated whenever their owners want to
use them."

"Thankfully it also makes their anal passages clench
and unclench for hours on end, while cleansing out
their bowels at the same time. Now slaves don't have to
exercise their pleasure holes to keep themselves ultra
tight, or constantly have enemas to keep themselves
clean. The micro-chip does it automatically for them."

"Also, micro-chipped slaves no longer have to be taken
out and exercised on a regular basis. The same process
occurs whereby the micro-chip automatically sends out
electrical impulses to every muscle fibre in the body.
It stimulates them every few seconds so that the
slave's muscles maintain their physical shape and
appearance without having to undergo strenuous
exercising. I've actually seen very unhealthy and obese
slaves become slim taut and physically fit in a matter
of weeks." Noel added.

"Of course the micro-chip also acts as a GPS locator
and neural punishment device. If a slave were ever to
consider doing a runner on us, which is unthinkable, we
can instantly track him by satellite and find them no
matter where he tried to flee to. And if they ever need
to be punished, which is also very unlikely, all you
have to do is indicate the level of pain you want
applied and the micro-chip does the rest."

"Now you know why the government banned the use of all
those old primitive style whips and paddles, except for
those used in state-sponsored BSDM slave brothels. The
old style punishment tools have now been completely
phased out in favour of the new micro-chip implants.
Again, it's far more effective and doesn't leave a
slave's skin damaged and scarred, thereby reducing its
resale price." Noel stated.

And then a multitude of questions hit me as I ran my
gaze over them.

"Why don't these two slaves have any slave piercings or
tattoos? And why haven't they been branded with our
family crest and fitted with cock rings and butt-
plugs?" I asked in a rush.

Noel looked at me and raised his left eyebrow.

"Evan, there might be hope for you yet! Only kidding,
but I must admit, those are some really good
questions!" he replied with a voice bordering on
grudging respect. Even man and Mr Hendricks were
smiling, patiently waiting for Noel to continue.

"Firstly, these two fine youthful specimens standing
before you will only ever be used as pleasure slaves.
Evan, to have them branded with our family crest, and
then pierced and tattooed would automatically result in
their current and future market value dropping by more
than a half. That's not good!" Noel said, emphasising
his point by running the palm of his hand over the
smooth hairless chest of the youngest looking slave.

"Secondly, the micro-chips implanted in these two
slaves have been electronically configured to identify
our family as their rightful owners, and any free
citizen who has any doubts about their enslavement or
who owns them can use their permisteralised palm-held
slave scanners for confirmation."

"Also, the micro-chip will do a far better job of
prominently displaying their genitals when we take them
out to show them off in public. I can guarantee you
that no permanently fixed metal ring or external gadget
secured at the base of their genitals can compete with
the micro-chip when it comes to totally controlling and
displaying their erections to any free citizen who may
wish to inspect them. No cumbersome foreign metallic or
ceramic objects to get in the way." my brother
continued.

"And lastly, butt-plugs were only ever used by a
slave's owner to reduce the incidences of a slave
cuckolds brownieting himself at the most inconvenient times.
Believe me, it's not a good look if you're at an
important high school function, business meeting or
traveling long distance, and your slave suddenly needs
to take a crap and can't control his bowel movements."
Noel said.

"But most important of all Evan! The micro-chip is an
all-purpose slave device, specifically designed to make
a slave do anything you want, regardless of his own
permisteral feelings or concerns. It will instantly take
control of his mind and body in direct response to any
set of instructions you require." Noel finished saying
expansively, smiling widely at his own words as he
looked at me.

"Now why don't you finish off your inspection of these
slaves, and make your choice. I'll answer all your
other questions later on."

Immediately I returned my attention back to the tall
young slave who'd just cum. I realised he must have
been around my own age, but he was taller than me by at
least five inches. Gingerly I ran my fingers over his
amazingly flat washboard stomach, then slid the palm of
my hand up to his extraordinarily muscular chest,
absently pinching his large pouting nipples as I
marveled at how smooth and hairless his skin was.

The other shorter slave still stood in the slave
position, head bowed down so low his chin touched his
chest, hands held clasped behind his back, and his
groin thrust forward as far as he could so his erection
jutted out for all to see. For some reamister, he looked a
lot younger than the one I was inspecting, maybe
somewhere around 15 or 16 years of age and about my own
height.

Again I couldn't help it when my own dick stiffened
rock-hard in my pants, but thankfully this time I had
my back to both Noel and my man. There was no way I
wanted them to see my pants tenting out again in this
most lewd of ways.

The slave in front of me definitely had the biggest
cock, but I could see that the youngest slave next to
him also had a large thick erect dick with fat hairless
balls.

Looking at both their penises, I knew they were
definitely bigger than me, and unfortunately, that
thought tended to deflate my own ego and my raging
erection straight away, as I suddenly felt a wave of
inadequacy swamp through me.

Eventually I returned my full attention to the slave
standing before me, and as I once again admired this
tall young slave's incredibly firm muscular physique, I
reached up and lifted his bowed bald head up off his
chin.

Yes, he was extraordinarily handsome in a youthful
boyish way. His brilliant sad blue eyes looked me in
the face, and I knew this was the one for me.

If Noel wanted me to select one, this was the slave I'd
choose, also because he definitely reminded me of my
high school hero and role-model Brad Cahill.

In my mind, as I suddenly thought about Brad, I began
fantasising about relaxing with this slave and
pretending it was him.

"Noel, I'd like this one please." I said shyly, my face
red with embarrassment as I looked into the gorgeous
face of the slave who would now look after all my
untapped sexual needs, help Monet dress me and keep my
bedroom clean at all times, and then escort me to
school everyday.

What could I do? They were already standing over me,
two of them with their hands on my shoulders, ordering
me to stand as they turned me around. With my back to
them they quickly pulled my hands behind me before I
could even consider fighting back, or trying to escape.

And as they quickly secured the flexible plasti-cuffs
tightly on both my wrists, all I could do was stare
ahead of me in utter shock and confusion, unable to
speak or make any sound.

It had happened so fast! I was in stunned shock.

Suddenly I was thrown face down on my computer desk,
and as I was held tight, braced firmly and unable to
move, I felt the sharp sting of a hypodermic needle
enter the top cervical vertebrae of my spine.

"Keep perfectly still slave!" Officer Downing said as I
felt an agonising pressure as he carefully injected the
fluid contents within the syringe into my spine.

Suddenly they let go of me, stepping back as I gingerly
lifted my head up off the table, trying to rub the
stinging pain out of the back of my neck as I looked up
at them in horror.

What the fuck had they done? What had Officer Downing
injected into me? I couldn't believe what was happening
to me.

"Time to strip you of your free citizen status, slave!
Officer Conroy, if you would please do the honours."
Officer Downing said casually as he immediately moved
over to close my bedroom door and lock it. Then,
walking over to my single bed, he sat down, perched on
the edge, watching as Officer Conroy, assisted by
Officer Rodriguez, roughly stood me up, removed the
plasti-cuffs from my wrists and made me face them.

"Series MC 2907, activation neural process 24-6!
Overwrite muscle and body function phase 6! Download PS
logic memory and enhanced SS commands, proceed!"
Officer Conroy said as he read from a small glossy
palm-sized brochure.

Instantly a loud shrill buzzing rang in my ears as I
found myself nearly collapsing onto the floor.

A montage of images instantly swamped my brain,
humiliating and shameful images that were utterly
disgusting in what they depicted. I wanted to gag with
growing nausea as thousands upon thousands of
homosexual explicit moving pictures and scenes, all
with me in them, showing me completely naked and
engaging in hard-core oral and anal sex with hundreds
of other men, flooded my horrified mind.

Just as quickly and to my horror, my body began to
respond. I was stunned as my penis thickened and
lengthened, becoming rock-hard and bulging out, tenting
the front of my y-fronts. Intense sexual feelings raced
through every corner of my body, making me groan and
moan softly as I stood there at attention, totally
ashamed and embarrassed by what was happening to me in
front of these six smiling leering men.

And then to my shame, I found I couldn't move my hands
from my sides to cover my shame, to block the view of
my erection pushing out the pouch of my underwear in
such a perverse degrading way.

For a moment, my stunned and shattered senses came back
to me, and I found myself blushing furiously, on the
verge of weeping as the six uniformed men began
laughing at my predicament.

"No need to feel embarrassed slave. Now as you should
know, it is prohibited for slaves to wear clothing of
any kind at any time, so why don't you shimmy those
knickers of yours down your legs and step out of them."
Officer Downing said smiling up at me as Officer Reeves
pushed me forward so that I stood directly in front of
large grinning man.

Once more to my horror, images popped up in my head
showing me how to do it in the most sensually erotic
way possible, and before I knew what I was doing and
against my will, I found myself staring down at him
horror as I slowly slid my y-fronts off my hips, down
my legs and stepped out of them, just as Officer
Downing had ordered me to.

"Don't look so worried slave. That's your new micro-
chip working just as it should be. Appears you've been
implanted with the most advanced pleasure slave chip
currently out on the market. Now why don't you assume
the traditional slave position and we'll see what we
have here!" he said as I instantly put my hands behind
my back, lowered my head so my chin touched my chest,
positioned my feet so my legs were wide apart and then
thrust out my throbbing erection as far forward as I
could so Officer Downing could make his inspecting me
at his leisure.

I was mortified. Now I understood completely that it
was the hypodermic they'd stuck in my neck that was
making me do these degrading things. As images of how I
should be responding flashed to the front of my mind, I
found I was struggling futilely with all my inner might
to try and regain the power over my muscles and body,
but I knew it was all in vain as I watched him reach
forward with left his hand to fondle my long pulsing
erect penis.

Again I tried to back away from his extended hand in
furious outrage but it was hopeless. If anything, I
found myself trying to assist him as my knees bent a
fraction and my hips started to slowly move back and
forth, up and down, as he continued to slowly
masturbate me there in front of the other grinning men.

"No, No, No! Keep your fucking hands off me! I'm not
gay! Please stop this, please..." I could hear it in my
mind, but nothing came out of my mouth.

After taking a few moments to run his clenched hand up
and down my stiff cock, he ran the pad of his thumb
over my leaking piss slit, chuckling as he made me
twitch and gasp in response, before letting go and
cupping my large hairy balls, weighing them in the palm
of his calloused hand and squeezing them gently but
firmly.

"Pleasure Level 1, proceed!" he suddenly said in a firm
commanding voice, and to my utter shock and
offense, my erect penis started throbbing in the
most exquisite way as waves of pure pleasure swept
through my entire trembling body.

"Got a bigger than average dick, slave! Not as big as
mine, but it's big! And a nice set of large sperm-
filled balls too!

Immediately Officer Downing started rattling off
measurements and statistical information as he began a
detailed inspection of my entire body, while Officer
Denton stood by, a clipboard in his left hand, busily
scribbling down all the data.

As Officer Downing ran his calloused hands over my
naked trembling body, he made me lift my feet, squat
down on my haunches, open my mouth so he could check
out my teeth and gums with his fingers.

He squeezed and prodded every muscle on my body, before
ordering me to turn around and bend over. The feel of
his rough calloused hands spreading my arse cheeks wide
apart, and then of his finger touching, circling and
tickling the outside of my tight puckered anus, before
entering and stretching my rectum wide send shockwaves
of fear through my body.

But my naked trembling body reacted in a totally
different way. I found myself moaning and groaning
softly with each touch of his hand on my skin and when
he inserted his finger up my anus, I felt myself trying
to push back on his hand, trying to get more of his
finger onto me.

Suddenly he pulled his finger out of me and slapped my
right buttocks. As he ordered me to stand up and face
him, he then complimented me on still being a virgin.
And even though I'd tried to shut my mind down as he'd
inspected me, I did shudder and quail when I heard what
he said next, and this time I couldn't help but groan
in offense.

"You're lucky slave. We've got strict orders not to
damage you too badly, or scar your baby boy good looks.
Appears whoever your new owner might be will probably
want you fully intact so he can do that himself." he
said, sniggering at the thought of what the future
might hold for me.

"Okay, slave, we got a spare three hours before we take
you down to the station to officially book you in.
Officer Atkinmister, what do you think we should do to
fill in the time?"

"I reckon this big young strapping slave should get
down on his knees and suck our dicks as if his life
depended on it, and then we can take turns fucking the
crap out of him. What'd you say Officer Rodriguez?"
Officer Atkinmister gloated in an excited eager voice.
Immediately all the other SE officers loudly voiced
their enthusiasm, moving forward to encircle me.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. May as well get
him used to sucking cock and getting fucked up his boy-
pussy straight away, cause as I see it, that's all
he'll be doing for the rest of his life! Well, until he
loses his looks, that is!" said Officer Rodriguez as he
stepped forward and began rubbing his crotch in a lewd
suggestive way.

My mind was racing. I couldn't believe this was
happening to me. I knew I was in deep shock and all I
could do was listen in horror to what they'd just said.

Again, against my will, my body started to tremble with
lust as Officer Atkinmister immediately stepped forward,
turned me around so he could lift my chin up off my
chest and stare into my frightened dazed eyes. And then
suddenly he backhanded me viciously across my face.

Stunned, the painful sting of his open palm powering
tears from my eyes, I then watched in growing horror as
he unzipped his pants, lowered them to his knees,
before lifting my chin up so he could stare me in the
eyes once again.

"Now be a good cock-sucking slave, get on your knees,
keep your hands at your sides, and give me the best
blow job I've ever had in my entire life. And slave, if
I feel one tooth touch my dick, I'll take permisteral
pleasure in yanking every one of them out of your
mouth!"

"Now get on your knees bitch! Pleasure Level 2,
proceed!" he snarled.

Instantly my body began to tremble even more as waves
of exquisite pulsating pleasure swept through me. I
couldn't understand what was happening as hundreds of
images instructing me of how to suck a man's penis
properly, expertly, flashed through my mind. I found
myself staggering unsteadily at the disgustingly vivid
pictures that were displayed in my minds eye.

With the pressure of Officer Atkinmister's right hand
pushing down on my shoulder, making me buckle and
collapse onto my knees, I shivered as I watched him
release his rigid seven inch uncut cock out of his
tight fitting red and black striped underwear.

"What are you waiting for, slave?" he said impatiently
as he pushed his hips forward, the tip of his leaking
penis touching my now quivering lips.

There was nothing I could do but obey him. I was
completely naked, on my knees with my hands at my
sides. But to my utter shame, I found my mouth
salivating with desire to hurry up and take his erect
penis all the way into my mouth.

So opening my mouth wide, I moved my head forward, and
for the first time in my life, I tasted another man's
cock slide between my lips and over my tongue.

"Now start sucking nice and hard, slave!"

I obeyed Officer Atkinmister completely. Unable to control
my desire to please him, or understand why I was
feeling these revolting urges, I instantly found myself
eagerly sucking him off.

In that single moment when I took his erect penis all
the way into the back of my mouth, and my lips sucked
tightly and stretched up the full length of his
pulsating cock shaft, the devastating feeling of
despair in my heart made me even more aware that my
youthful innocence and proud growing masculinity was
being stripped away from me forever.

As his thick throbbing cock started sliding in and out
of my sucking slurping mouth, gagging me at times, I
was ever reminded I was no longer an excitable brash
young teenager growing into a strong vital proud man.

Whatever strong moral beliefs I had in my own youthful
invulnerability, in my own heterosexuality, was
gradually flushed away as I obediently swallowed the
man's copious amounts of pre-cum oozing thickly onto my
lapping tongue.

"Come on, slave! Get with it! I want to see your cheeks
sucked in all the way while you're blowing me! Now suck
harder and faster!" Officer Conroy demanded gruffly as
he grabbed hold of the back of my head and started
fucking my mouth.

My mind went into a numbed dazed state as I realised I
wasn't even gagging as his large erect cock slid down
my throat, and that I was noisily slurping and sucking
with all my might as I enthusiastically fellated him.

And even though I wanted to retch because of the vile
taste of his unwashed erection lodged all the way to
the back of my mouth, and the putrid stench wafting up
from his sweaty balls slapping loudly against my chin
made me want to vomit, I stayed on my knees and sucked
him off just the way he wanted me to.

"Oh you're a sexy little fuck-face! Yeah, suck me like
the queer cock-sucking faggot slave I know you are!
Yeah, feeling really good bitch! Tighter cunt! Suck me
harder, oh yeah!" Officer Atkinmister gasped out loud as
he rammed his throbbing cock in and out of my stretched
eagerly sucking lips.

In shock, absolutely petrified, and with tears
streaming down my face, I watched myself as if
observing my actions from outside my body as I hobred
on my knees to quickly kneel between each of their
parted legs, obeying them as they instructed me on how
they liked to be sucked off.

In shock, absolutely terrified, I watched as Officer
Conroy video recorded me eagerly and enthusiastically
blowing them. Firstly Officer Atkinmister's thick seven
inch long cock plowing my mouth, and then Officer
Denton's smaller but very thick five inch penis
battering my tonsils.

This was quickly followed by Officer Reeves' six and a
half inch slim but big knobbed dick passing back and
forth over my lapping tongue, who once he'd finished
ejaculating into my mouth, took the video camera off
Officer Conroy so the larger-dicked man could pound his
eight inch curved erection down my clutching gurgling
throat.

And once Officer Conroy had blown his load, Officer
Rodriguez's thick eight and a half inch cock pistoning
in and out of my tight lips, to then be replaced by
Officer Downing's very large and thick nine and a half
inch erect penis.

For 45 minutes I used my tight straining lips and
sucking mouth to make them cum, and when they
ejaculated into my mouth, I obediently swallowed each
of their foul tasting ball juices down my throat. And
every time they rested up after ejaculating into my
mouth, they'd order me to lower my head further down
between their parted legs, so I could suckle and lick
on their fat hairy balls.

Even though I was horrified by what I was doing, I
couldn't understand how the micro-chip injected into my
spine could possibly be making my body respond so
excitedly and eagerly to do their sordid bidding. It
made no sense to me, and I found myself sinking into a
desolate malaise of trancelike disbelief that this
could really be happening to me.

But if I thought it was all over, that the shameful
degradation I'd just experienced had finally come to an
end, I was sorely mistaken.

"Okay then! Time for us to sample that sweet little
vagina of yours, slave! Time you assumed the mandatory
slave fuck position and in a clear loud sexy slave
voice, invite us one at a time to take our pleasures!"
Officer Downing said in a commanding tone that swamped
my mind, triggered the micro-chip in my spine, and
nearly driving me insane with revulsion as vivid images
of what was require of me flashed through my mind.

And then unable to stop myself, I once again felt
myself detach from my body as I hurriedly rolled onto
my back on the floor in the centre of the room.

There are no words to express my complete shame as I
obediently lay there, bringing my knees up to my chest
so I could grab both my ankles in my hands and stretch
my legs as far from my body as I could, so all the men
could look down on me totally exposing myself to them.

With my butt instantly raised off the ground, holding
my legs wide apart, and my penis fully erect lying
flush against my flat muscled stomach, I whimpered deep
in my mind as I heard the strange words that escaped my
mouth, words that humiliated me, disgusted me.

"Sir, please fuck my tight little slave-pussy, please
Sir! Sir, I need to feel your hard manly penis deep
inside my tight little vagina, please Sir!" I heard
myself say in a loud clear little boy's voice to
Officer Downing.

"Good slave! Very good! Now just lie there a little
longer while I take my clothes off. Don't want to get
them all wrinkled and covered in sweat as I'm fucking
you, do we?" he said as he slowly divested his uniform
and knelt down at the base of my raised parted butt-
cheeks.

"Now let's get you all creamed up! I think I'll be
needing some lube to get my large cock up that tight
little opening of your, don't you think? Pleasure Level
3, proceed!" Officer Downing instructed as he wrapped
his left hand around my erect penis and began to
quickly jerk me off, and instantly my body came alive
to the incredible sensations of pure orgasmic pleasure
racing through my scrunched up, legs spread body.

"Not all that bad is it, slave? You just got to hope
you get a decent master who'll use the pleasure unit in
your micro-chip whenever he fucks you!" Officer Downing
said as he continued to jack me off, and as my penis
throbbed and pulsed from the heady sensations his
jerking hand was causing me, I felt myself getting
closer and closer to shooting my load.

"No, don't want you cumming, slave! Only doing this so
I can get me some lube to cover my big dick before I
fuck you! Ah yes, here we go, you're leaking it out now
like a good little slave boy!" he said as he stopped
masturbating me and squeezed the length of my rock-hard
cock.

This couldn't be happening I repeated over and over
again in my mind. I must have gone insane, or maybe
died and gone to a bad place in hell, I kept telling
myself as I watched Officer Downing using my own
leaking pre-cum to lube up his huge cock and then using
two thick calloused fingers to rub it deep up inside my
anus.

"Yes, now we're ready, aren't we? Okay, this will only
hurt for a second and before you know it, you'll be
begging me to fuck you as hard as I can!" Officer
Downing said as he lowered his naked hairy body on top
of me, positioned his massive penis at the entrance to
my anal passage, and then took a deep breathe as he
prepared himself to spear me.

Yes, the pure pain of his first lunge up my virgin hole
was excruciating agony. I tried to scream out my fear
and outrage, but my mouth only turned up at the corners
and smiled widely for him. I felt like my insides were
been ripped to shreds and my anus split asunder as he
pushed the thick girth of his full nine and a half inch
erect penis up into my bowels.

But suddenly the agony in my anus stopped and a
pulsating throbbing took its place. A throbbing that
grew and expanded throughout every cell of my body,
lashing me with sensual erotic feelings that increased
and had me panting and moaning for more.

I couldn't help myself as my whole body responded to
his cock sliding in and out of my anus, powerful
thrusts that knocked the breathe out of me and left me
gasping for even more. I could even feel my anus
molding itself tightly around his cock, massaging it,
caressing and milking it as it tried feverishly to get
all his length inside me.

Again my mind protested in horror and disgust as my
buttock frantically rose up to meet every one of his
potent downward lunges.

"Now you're getting there! Now you're learning your new
status, slave! I know in your head you're terrified at
what you're doing, of how you're responding, but you'll
learn to love getting fucked before too long! Now let
go of your legs, wrap them around my waist and then
reach round with your hands and hold on tightly to my
humping butt cheeks!"

"Yes, you're nearly there, girl! I want you to power
more of me up into your vagina as Officer Reeves films
how much you love getting fucked, slave! That's it, oh
yeah! Now smile for the camera and let's really go to
town!" Officer Downing said in short grunted gasps as
he pounded away, fucking me with all his strength.

And as he'd instructed me, I obediently wrapped my legs
around his thick waist, reached round and grabbed hold
of his bobbing buttocks and hugged him as close to me
as I could as he commenced viciously fucking me back
and forth.

By now, my mind had disintegrated into a maze of
despair and hopelessness. Here I lay on my back, with a
large hairy sweaty man with a huge cock that was even
bigger and thicker than my own, being fucked vulgarly
and responding to the use as if I loved every moment
of it.

And what was even worse was the fact that five other
lusting, leering men were watching me, and Officer
Reeves was video recording it all.

Suddenly I felt Officer Downing shudder and quiver on
top of me, and as my anus responded by squeezing even
harder, tightening and milking his ever expanding and
throbbing cock, I felt him slam all the way up into me
and shoot his ball juices deep inside my bowels.

Immediately he rolled off me and then Officer Rodriguez
was on his knees, ordering me to place my legs over his
shoulders as he moved forward and waited for me to beg
him to fuck me.

"Sir, please fuck me really hard, please Sir! Sir, I
need to feel your hard penis deep inside my little boy
vagina, please Sir!" I heard myself say in the same
giggling little boy's voice to Officer Rodriguez.

"We don't need any lube now, do we cunt! Now slide that
vagina up and down my big cock like you did for Officer
Downing and give me a really good ride, slave!" he
growled into my face as he lay down on top of me and
pushed his large erection all the way up my anus.

Like Officer Downing, Officer Rodriguez fucked me as
hard as he could, enjoying the sensations my tightening
massaging arse muscles were having on his hard erect
uncircumcised tool. He took his time, laughing at times
as I enthusiastically ran my hands lightly all over his
back and humping butt cheeks as he fucked me, at times
slowing down, trying to prolong his approaching orgasm.

Eventually he shuddered all over and ejaculated deep up
inside me, and as he pulled his big wilting cock out of
my cum-filled hole, the next officer knelt down and
took his place.

So it was that I just lay there, begging and pleading
with each of them to fuck me and then letting them fuck
me over and over again. I obediently humped my buttocks
up to meet each of their thrusting erect penises as
they slam-fucked into me, fucking me as hard as they
could as they enjoyed the fact I was completely
receptive and submissive.

By now my mind was absolutely numb. I thought nothing,
and I felt nothing. I watched in a daze as my body
responded of its own accord, passionately and eagerly
doing whatever they demanded of me. I heard myself
speaking when ordered to, but I don't remember what I
said.

All I knew was I was no longer a virile young man with
a fantastic future ahead of myself, and that I was now
a slave to the micro-chip they'd injected into my
spine.

Eventually, after they had all fucked me at least three
times each, I was once more ordered up onto my knees
and powerd to use my tight straining lips and sucking
mouth to make them cum again. And when they ejaculated
into my mouth, I obediently swallowed each of their
foul tasting ball juices down my throat again.

Eventually I found myself sitting on Officer Downing's
naked lap, my back pressed against his chest, my legs
spread wide apart across his own parted knees.

As he held me tightly against him, licking the back of
my neck, and whispering profanities into my left ear,
he reached down between my wide open legs, took hold of
my dangling balls, and with his other hand, he
commenced furiously jerking me off.

After the last blow job I'd just given Officer Denton,
where he'd held onto my head and repeatedly rammed his
cock up into my aching mouth as hard as he could, he'd
joked with Officer Rodriguez that I'd probably be a
right little root-rat and most probably had gallons of
slave juices sloshing around in my balls to spurt for
my new owner.

Officer Conroy had disagreed, saying I was probably
only a dribbler, so they'd placed a small wager on how
much and far I could blow my load.

Now I sat there on Officer Downing's large hairy lap
and let him jerk me off. I didn't struggle. I just did
what they wanted. I was in deep shock and the constant
threat of being anally penetrated again by them all
again terrified me.

"You know you love this slave! Just look at how hard
your cock is! And your huge fat dick is twitching and
aching for release! You're leaking all over the place.
Now concentrate real hard, smile real sexy like a good
queer slave, and show us how far you can blast your
filthy little slave juices!" Officer Downing whispered
into my left ear.

With tears rolling down my cheeks and a sexy sensuous
smile plastered on my face, but feeling completely
devoid of any feelings except for utter despair, I
watched as Officer Reeves video recorded what the large
SE officer was doing to me.

And as Officer Downing continued to vigorously
masturbate me with no lube or spit, sliding his rough
meaty clenched hand up and down the full length of my
thick erect penis, I realised with a sense of
detachment that my life had now changed forever, and
any free citizen, no matter who they were, could do
whatever they wanted with me and there wasn't a damned
thing I could do about it.

And to my complete offense, as the large SE officer
masturbating me jerked and squeezed tightly on my
throbbing cock, I closed my eyes as my muscled naked
body spasmed and shook, groaned loudly, and before I
knew it, I shot my shameful load splattering across the
room to the loud applause of the five other SE
officers.

"Good Slave! You'll make a wonderful pleasure slave for
some lucky free citizen!" he said as he squeezed the
last of my jism from my thick wilting cock.

Also, to Officer Denton's delight, he'd won the wager.

***

3. Evan Morgan - Inconceivable Coincidences

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

It should have been the most exciting day of my life.
But like so many times when I'm enjoying myself, along
came something to ruin it and plunge my life into utter
chaos.

In fact, only the night before I'd finally lost my
virginity. It was a momentous and monumental occasion
for me as I suddenly seemed to transform from being a
shy timid nerdy teenage virgin into a proud teenage
masculine youth about to ascend manly adulthood.

Then all the next morning I'd strutted around with a
cheesy grin stretched across my face, and a new macho
swagger to my walk.

Noel had instantly recognised there was something
different about me, and he'd smiled knowingly.

"Good on you champ... And about fucking time! Now you
know why I got you that pleasure slave. Just make sure
you pound his pussy every night and every morning, and
you'll feel like a real man all the time!" he'd said
cheerily as he'd clapped me on the back affectionately.

We'd both laughed in good humour, and for the first
time in a long time, I felt a connection with Noel that
I'd never experienced before.

Oh yes, I was aware of how different I felt. I no
longer felt like the awkward little boy anymore. Now I
felt like a man, a true man who'd fucked his own
permisteral pleasure slave and proved he was just as
masculine as any other man alive.

It showed too. In how I glowed and how I spoke quickly,
trying to be friendly and fit in to any conversation
being discussed around the breakfast table that
morning.

Thinking back to the afternoon before, I can hardly
believe it all happened. How once I'd selected my new
pleasure slave, I'd shyly led him to my room and then
taken the initiative of sexually using him.

Of course, Noel had given me a few hints before I'd
retired, and also suggested a name for him, which I
gratefully accepted.

"When you get him up into your room, make sure you
trigger the pleasure unit in his micro-chip. It'll make
him docile as a lamb begging to be slaughtered, and
he'll respond as his meant to instantly. And don't take
any cuckolds brownie from him. If for any reamister he doesn't do what
you want straight away, hit him with the punishment
commands immediately. I guarantee he'll be as eager to
obey you as any queer cock-sucking faggot, which is
actually what he really is anyway." Noel had whispered,
chuckling softly to me out of hearing range of man.

"And you should give him a name straight away too. Let
him get used to it. A slave name that's appropriate for
what he does the best. How does 'Swallow' sound?
Believe me you'll understand exactly how relevant that
name fits him after tonight." Noel finished before
winking at me and dragging off the youngest new slave
to his own room.

At first I'd just stood there, looking up at 'Swallow'
as he stood in the mandatory slave position.

I must admit I loved the way his long hard
uncircumcised penis stood out from his protruding
groin. The very submissive and passive nature of his
naked stance made me stiffen, and before I knew it, I
ordered him to follow me and rushed upstairs to my
bedroom.

Locking the door behind us as we entered my bedroom, I
sidled over to my large king-sized bed and sat down on
the edge. Suddenly I felt very timid and shy, not sure
how to proceed.

"Come here Swallow!" I said finally, wondering to
myself if I could really go through with this.

"Master, yes Master!" he replied straight away, and
within seconds, Swallow stood before me in the
mandatory slave position.

His head was again bowed low, his hands behind his
back, his legs parted so wide apart, and his groin
thrust out lewdly for my inspection. As always, his
beautiful penis stood up to attention, its long length
jutting out horizontally from his hairless crotch, and
his large low hanging hairless testicles dangled just
within my reach.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out and wrapped my
fingers around Swallow's penis. It felt smooth and
silky, but it vibrated and throbbed hotly in the palm
of my hand as I gently began stroking it up and down.

With my other hand I reached forward and cupped and
gently squeezed his large ample hairless balls.

"Pleasure level 4, proceed!" I commanded as I
remembered my brother's earlier suggestion.

Looking up into Swallow's face, my own dick hardened as
I noted how his whole body began to quiver and vibrate,
how he'd half closed his eyes, how his mouth was
slightly parted as he sensually ran the tip of his
tongue over his moist boyish lips every time he felt
the firmness of my soft fisted hand sliding up and down
the length of his thick rigid boyhood.

He was breathing more deeply, taking in more air into
his lungs as his firm muscled chest rose and fell
rapidly as I increased the pace of my tightly clenched
hand moving up and down his cock.

In a way, I was entranced. Here was a teenager who was
the same age as me, who was taller and far more
muscular than I'd ever be. Also, I found it far more
exciting that he didn't even look like a real pleasure
slave, as they're usually depicted in Slave Market
Weekly or Deluxe Slave Edition magazines.

He just looked like a normal everyday teenage youth,
but what made this far more erotic was the fact I owned
him and had complete control over this young tall
handsome youth.

Also, the fact I'd never done anything like this in my
entire short adolescent life sent shivers up my spine.
And even though I felt confused, I also felt utterly
exhilarated, powerful yet cheap and very, very naughty.

Like a little boy caught by his best friend playing
with himself.

Also, I still felt very nervous too, as I'd never done
anything that might identify me as being openly gay,
even though he was only a slave and I was his master.
But here I was, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was
jerking off my young male pleasure slave, about to fuck
him, regardless of whether he wanted me to or not.

My dick was painfully hard now.

As I continued to look up into Swallow's face, again I
realised how good looking he was. How closely he
resemred my football hero and role-model.

Swallow definitely did look like a smaller compact
version of Brad Cahill, and he exuded a boyish
masculine sensuality which triggered my own rampant 16
year old hormones, driving me wild with desire.

"Master, I'm ready to cum if you wish, Master!" Swallow
gasped out breathlessly, his cock bucking and thrusting
in and out of my fisted hand as he waited for me to
give him permission.

"No! Not yet! Not just yet!" I instantly commanded
loudly, immediately letting go his thickening boy cock
that was on the verge of erupting.

The look on Swallow's face was one of pure devastation.
Fighting back tears, he immediately bowed his head as
he tried to hide his rising fear from me.

"Master, I have displeased you, Master! Master, please
punish this worthless slave severely, please Master!"
he blubbered, tears pouring out of his terrified
distraught eyes.

"Swallow, it's alright! You're not in trouble, honest!
It's just that I want this to last a while, do you
understand?" I quickly said to him.

The relief that flowed through his tensed muscles was
palpable. His posture immediately relaxed and as he
sniffled, he even lifted his eyes up a fraction to
glance at me and give me a sheepish embarrassed smile.

Then it was my turn. Shyly, timidly, I leaned back a
fraction, and spread my legs apart. I hoped to god he
knew what to do, because I didn't have the faintest
idea of how to instruct him in giving me a blow job.

But before I could even squirm in embarrassment, he'd
already sunk to his knees, moved quickly between my
legs and expertly unzipped my pants and eased the whole
length of my throbbing aching cock out of my tight
jockey brief underwear into his cute little sucking
mouth.

Instantly I was zoning out. I was squirming
uncontrollably as the indescribable sensations his hot
moist mouth were having on my dick send waves after
rippling waves of orgasmic ecstasy through to every
cell of my entire body.

It was unbelievable! I gasped for breath. I no longer
had control over my trembling body.

Again, pure waves of exquisite pleasure swamped my
body. Again the incredible sensations of his suctioning
mouth repeatedly engulfing and swallowing the full
length of my hard pulsating dick to the back of his
throat lifted me to new heights.

And as his lips slid firmly yet gently up and down my
straining cock shaft, and he used the flat of his
swirling tongue to lick the whole length of the
underbelly of my dick, I closed my eyes tightly and
groaned in absolute happiness as my first ever orgasm
induced by someone giving me a blow job, blasted
powerfully from my quivering cock to fill Swallow's
mouth to overflow.

Needless to say I collapsed flat on my back, and in a
state of pure euphoric bliss, I slowly opened my eyes
and looked down my body at Swallow's face as he
dutifully opened his mouth as wide as he could, showing
me how full his mouth was with my cum.

Unable to take my eyes off him, he kept his mouth open,
and suddenly I realised he was waiting for me to tell
him he could swallow.

"That's very good Swallow. You can swallow it all down
now." I said, watching him as he swallowed all of my
sperm.

Suddenly I giggled happily as it hit me what Noel had
said about his name. Finally I'd caught on to why my
older brother thought 'Swallow' was a good name for
him.

Then Swallow quickly put his head back in my lap and
proceeded to suckle and lick my cock and foreskin
clean. And if I thought I'd enjoyed his warm sucking
mouth on my cock, I was taken by complete surprise when
he lowered his head further down and commenced licking
and sucking on my hairy balls.

Even though I felt drained, Swallow's incredible
tonguing and sucking of my balls made my dick stiffen
up once again. I would have let him suck me off again,
but now I wanted to explore his firm muscular smooth
body.

I was excited and buoyed by the fact I'd just been
given my first ever blow job. Now I wanted to
experience and enjoy my first ever fuck.

Reaching down, I gestured for him to get up and help me
undress completely, and then before I knew what he was
doing, he quickly stood up, assumed the slave position
and spoke in a small soft trembling voice.

"Master, thank you for letting me put your beautiful
penis into my mouth, Master! Master, if I have
disappointed you in any way, or not done a good enough
job, I am ready to be punished severely, Master!" he
said to my utter astonishment.

"Swallow, you were fantastic. Now hurry up and help me
strip the rest of my clothes off." I said to him
kindly, excitedly.

As Swallow attended me, I realised as he took off my
shirt it didn't seem so embarrassing for me to be
standing naked in front of him. Like Noel had told me,
maybe I was finally coming to understand that Swallow
really was my very own permisteral pleasure slave, and
what he thought of me didn't matter at all.

Once I was naked, I told him to get into my bed. At
first he looked at me strangely, hesitating a bit. He
seemed confused, as if he'd misunderstood me.

"Master, please may I speak, Master?" he asked in a
soft voice as he quickly, once again, assumed the slave
position.

"Of course you can!" I answered, wondering why he
seemed so flustered.

"Master, do you want me on top of your bed sheets, or
between them, Master?" he asked.

"Well, in between them of course." I answered, feeling
none the wiser.

Immediately he obeyed and slowly crawling between my
bed sheets, his beautiful tall naked body stretched out
as he sighed with pleasure. And as I heard him sighing,
he turned over and lay on his back while looking up at
me with eyes full of lost memories and sincere
gratitude.

Then it hit me. Swallow probably hadn't slept in a nice
comfortable bed since he'd been enslaved, whenever that
may have been.

But now I was in a bit of a quandary. I wanted to fuck
him, but I wasn't really sure how to go about it, or
what position to do it in.

Again Swallow took control, as if instinctively knowing
what I was thinking. Suddenly throwing the sheets off
himself, he brought his bent knees up against his
chest, grabbed his ankles and parted them as far apart
as he could. In one movement, he had opened himself up
to me and was exposing his tight little pink puckered
love hole to me.

"Master, please fuck me, Master! Master, please put
your beautiful penis in my tiny boy-pussy and fuck me
hard, Master!" he said, his voice heavily laced with
lust and his eyes glazed over as he smiled up at me.

I admit! I couldn't contain myself. One minute I was
staring down at his young firm smooth hairless naked
body, stretched out on his back, holding his ankles up
past his head, powering his own legs wide apart. The
next I was clumsily climbing on top of him.

And as I lay down, I reached my arms around and under
him as I pushed my excited throbbing cock against the
entrance of his boy-hole. Suddenly my stiffness slid
into him all the way, and when I was balls deep, his
sphincter and all his anal passage muscles closed
tightly around my cock and started to caress and
massage it.

The sensation was too much for me. I started to fuck
him slowly, not wanting to hurt him in anyway, and as I
clumsily picked up the pace and his body moved and
responded to my erratic rhythm, I couldn't help myself
when I moved my head down and started kissing him full
on his pouting thick lips.

No more than 5 minutes would have past when I found I
was arching my back and I suddenly experienced the most
intense orgasm I'd ever had in my young teenage life.
This was way better than any jerk off I'd given myself.
In fact, this had been better than the blow job he'd
just given me.

I slumped on top of him, breathing heavily, lost in a
sea of wonderment and bewilderment.

Slowly I lifted my head and stared into Swallow's face,
an outpouring of inexplicable feelings of compassion
and love flowing towards him. But he laid there, his
face half to the side, his eyes squinted half shut as
he peered through them and up at me with a frightened
look screwing up his face.

"What's wrong Swallow?" I asked, suddenly worried I
might have somehow hurt him.

"Master, I await your punishment, Master! Master,
please hit me as hard as you can for not pleasing you
better and prolonging your pleasures, Master!" he
stammered, this time preparing himself and smiling a
false smile as he lay there bent up and spread-eagled
under my weight.

Instantly I kissed him on the lips once again, reaching
under his smooth back once again and hugging him
tightly to me.

"Oh, Swallow, I'm not going to hurt you! You just gave
me the best sex I've ever had! In fact, it's the first
time I've ever done it, and it was so incredible. Why
would you think I would want to punish you?" I said
softly, kindly, unable to stop myself from gently
kissing his quivering lips.

"Master, it's what we were taught. A lowly slave is
never good enough, and we should always expect to be
severely punished no matter how hard we try to please
our masters."

"They taught you this at the slave training facility?
That's terrible!" I said astonished.

"Well, that's not how it is with me, Swallow. I thought
you were fantastic." I said gently, amused at his
concerns I would hurt him as I finally lifted myself up
off him and slid my wilting penis out of his stretched
anus. Instantly he slivered down under me and took my
flaccid cock and emptied hairy balls in his sucking
mouth, and as I looked down in surprise I watched him
lick and polish them clean.

Eventually I fell arelax with Swallow lying next to me,
and once during the night when I woke up to go to the
toilet to take a piss, he immediately knelt between my
parted legs and took my penis back into his mouth.

"Not now Swallow. I need to go to the toilet. You can
do it again later in the morning if I'm still up to it,
okay?" I said groggily, smiling tiredly at his
enthusiasm.

"Master, you need not get up out of the warmth of your
bed, Master! Master, please empty your bladder in my
mouth and I will take it all down without spilling a
drop, Master!" he said meekly, looking up at me from
his position in between my legs.

At first I thought he was joking, but by now I really
needed to go, and as I thought about it, thinking this
was terribly wrong but that it must also be part of his
duties as well, I just shrugged my shoulders and
allowed myself to relax completely. Instantly a steady
endless stream of urine sprayed uninterrupted into his
gulping mouth, and I listened enthralled as he noisily
drank it all down.

After I'd finished and he'd nestled back next to me, I
lay there for a while in deep thought thinking how
wonderful it was to have my own sexual pleasure slave.
Already I'd lost my virginity to an extremely tall
handsome teenage slave who appeared to be the same age
as me, who uncannily resemred Brad Cahill, and was
completely obedient to every one of my sexual desires.

Eventually I fell back arelax, but awoke to see the
early rays of the morning sun filtering through my
bedroom window, and Swallow sucking deeply on my knob.
Immediately I rolled him onto his stomach and climbing
on top of his firm muscular back, I mounted him for a
quick no-nonsense fuck, wanting to hurry up and cum
before Monet came into my room to prepare me for the
new school day.

After Swallow had showered me and then himself, and
Monet had dressed me, I sauntered down to the large
family dining room for breakfast.

"You know if you take him to school, you'll probably
have to share him with some of the other students,
Evan?" Noel had said to me as I'd finished off a slice
of toast and marmalade. Instantly I was alert,
wondering what the heck he was talking about.

"Evan, to be honest it'll be a great way for you to
make new friends. Swallow there is an extremely
valuable good-looking pleasure slave, so all the rest
of the guys at school will be really envious. If you
allow some of the more senior and well-known students
permission to use Swallow now and then, you'll
definitely be considered one of the 'in-crowd', if you
know what I mean?" Noel continued.

As both Brad and Swallow suddenly looked my way, and I
saw the resemblance on their faces, I reeled in horror
at what should have been so obvious to me from the very
beginning.

"This is my younger brother Sean, you fucker, and you
let them hurt him. I thought you were my friend, but
look what you've done to him. How could you? What did I
ever do to...?" Brad was yelling at me, his fury rising
as he glared at me with absolute hatred in his blue
eyes, but he was cut off as the voice of my brother
Noel roared over his.

"You get away from my brother's slave or I'll have you
arrested now, you faggot! Get away now or I promise you
you'll never see your brothers ever again!" Noel
bellowed as I watched him enter the room, escorted by
his newest young slave following a step behind him.

Brad slowly stood up, flinching at Noel's words, and
looking down at his brother Sean, he reached down and
placed the palm of his hand tenderly against Sean's
upturned tear-soaked battered and bruised face.

Then he turned, and ignoring Noel and me, and without
looking up until he got close to Noel's newest slave,
he suddenly reached out and hugged the younger slave
boy close to him quickly before walking out the door.

Immediately Noel followed him, and as I quickly hurried
out to see what was happening, I watched as Noel pulled
Brad up and suddenly slapped him viciously across his
face as hard as he could.

"You know the conditions, fuck-head. If you want to
ever see them alive again, you do what I tell you. If
you don't, then fuck off. Anyway, you got two days left
to decide and then the offer lapses, forever!" Noel
said angrily as he glared at Brad.

Brad just stood there with his head hanging, his huge
hands clenching and unclenching, and when Noel had
stopped speaking he instantly turned on his heels and
left.

I felt like I was going to faint. Both these two new
slaves were Brad Cahill's younger brothers and Noel and
I owned them.

I looked around, realising no-one was in the corridors
to have witnessed what had just happened, and as Steve
and Trevor staggered to the exit door, I rushed back to
Swallow, I mean Sean, to see how he was.

Quickly he stood up on unsteady legs and assumed the
mandatory slave position. I could see Steve' spent
sperm and bright crimmister red red slowly trickling
down his inner thighs as he stood there with his legs
as wide apart, his penis still rock-hard and jutting
out from his hairless groin as he obediently held his
hands behind his back. Terror and pain was written on
his badly beaten face as he watched Noel walking
towards me.

"Evan, get him home now before anyone sees you or him.
I'll explain everything when I get home later today
after football practice." He said to me, a flint-like
stony look on his face as he glared at my terrified
pleasure slave.

***

3.1 Noel Morgan - Vengeance Is Mine

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)

***

Yeah, I know! Everyone thinks I'm a bastard, a power
hungry arsehole!

And as I've always replied, yes I am, and, 'Who gives a
fuck?'

But more importantly, I didn't give a damn what anybody
else thought of me as I had a mission, a very important
mission that involved faggot-girl, as well as my
brother Evan.

Either way, Evan would help me reduce queer-girl into
nothing more than a quivering pleasure slave, a
position within our society he would finally embrace
with enthusiasm and eagerness, while at the same time
helping me turn Evan into the man, the permister I needed
him to become.

Of course, the whole scheme had been worked out in fine
detail, at the time the queer smart-ass had knock me
flat on my back in front of my peers. And like I
continue to tell everyone, it was the stupidest think
he'd ever done in his entire life.

No one, but no-one takes me on, thinking they'll come
out a winner. That's not how life works, especially if
you piss me off.

From the time cunt-face had lost his freedom, along
with his two younger brothers, and I'd then quickly
purchased them, it was just a matter of time before I
would embark on the next course of my plans.

Forget about how I displayed my two deeply humiliated
new slaves in the study to man, Evan and Mr
Hendricks. I can admit that I knew Evan, once he'd
gotten over his shock, would choose Sean as his new
permisteral pleasure slave.

How could it be any other way?

But forget that too. It's truly not important! Not when
you need to look at the whole jigsaw in its entirety.

In fact, I need to take you back to when I first
visited the faggot slime-ball and his two younger
brothers while they were still attending the state-
owned 'Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.

Why? Because that's where you'll find all the answers!
Because that's the time when I knew for sure my scheme
was finally falling into place.

Yeah, I still remember it very well. It was the week
before they were to be delivered to me at home. I'd
determined it was time to check on their progress, and
to test faggot-boy's resolve.

Like all slave induction and training compounds, it was
very sparse in its appearance. After signing in, I was
escorted to a huge underground concrete bunker, where
my three new slaves were currently being housed.

The area reminded me of a massive basement, sectioned
off into individual concrete cells that each contained
an open pit for them to squat over when they needed to
piss or crap, and a thin single mat for up to four to
five slaves to share and relax on, and a long trough
where their mashed up slave food and pellets was
pumped.

My escort, a huge bearded man in his late thirties and
dressed in a grey regulation uniform, confirmed each of
my slaves was now fully vaccinated and their micro-
chips were working seamlessly.

Then he took me into an adjoining small office area,
and after making sure I was comfortably seated, he
enquired politely how much time I would need with my
slaves, and after considering his question for a
moment, I indicated three full hours of uninterrupted
privacy would suffice.

As he was leaving, he motioned for me to help myself to
the caramel sweets and orange liqueur left out for my
visit.

Oh, the privileges of wealth.

Five minutes later, 18 year old Brad Cahill, his 17
year old brother Sean, and Justin, their 16 year old
brother, were ushered quickly into the office and
immediately lined up next to each other as they assumed
the traditional mandatory slave stance before me.

And there I was! Witnessing my revenge blossoming
radiantly before me!

There stood my loathsome enemy, completely humred,
with his blond haired head hanging low, his chin on his
chest as he stared obediently and blankly at the floor,
his hands behind his back, his crotch thrust out lewdly
before him and his massive penis standing up rock-hard
and rigid for my permisteral inspection.

And as I gloated at the fag's total presentation before
me, I suddenly realised I'd been transfixed by the
sight of the faggot's huge erection.

Fuck his cock was big when fully erect! I'd only ever
seen his large limp uncut dick in the school gym shower
room when he was showering, but to see it now standing
fully erect at eight and a half inches in length, and
so thick, with his large hairless walnut-sized balls
hanging low between his muscular thighs, just made his
package look even bigger.

And his two brothers weren't shy in that area either.
Impressive!

Oh well, back to business! I could play around with
their genitals later, a***ing and torturing them to my
hearts content.

"Brad? Is that... Is that really you?" I asked him
softly, pretending to be shocked by his current naked
servile state as he stood before me.

"Sir, yes Sir!" he quickly responded in a soft
trembling voice as he immediately recognised my voice.
As he'd been taught, he'd answer me without looking up
or moving a muscle.

Very good! I was impressed.

"Brad! Look up at me. Let me see your face!" I said in
a sad voice, although deep down inside, my heart sang
with joy, and my cock became rock-hard in my pants as I
sat there looking up at my three handsome submissive
and very obedient young slaves.

Quickly Brad lifted his head and stared back at me with
fear, utter shame and despair etched deeply within the
irises of his bright blue eyes.

Oh how glorious indeed.

"Tell me Brad! What happened to you?" I asked him in a
gentle yet firm voice, pretending to be his friend at
this, his darkest hour.

At first he was hesitant to say anything that might
offend a free citizen like me.

But slowly, as he saw the fake concern and phony trust
radiating from my eyes, he opened up as if I were his
best friend to relate the whole story of his and his
family's enslavement. Of how he and his brothers had
been separated from his parents, how they didn't know
where their parents were at this very moment, and how
he and his two brothers now lived in absolute fear of
what was going to happen to them.

Listening to his heart-rending tale, I could've quite
easily dropped my feud with him right then and there,
even restored them to free citizenship once again.

A very nice sentiment for those who love a happy
ending, but of course there was no way I was going to
let go of these fine specimens of enslaved youthful
man-boys.

No fucking way! They'd each already cost me a pretty
penny.

"Sir, please, is there anything you can do to help us,
Sir? Sir, this has all been a horrible mistake, but I'm
sure if you were to speak on our behalf, the
authorities would have to finally take notice, Sir!"
Brad nervously asked in a low timid fear-filled voice,
unsure of himself, and frightened of what my reaction
might be.

Oh, this was too good to be true.

Suddenly I heard a soft sad sobbing sound coming from
the youngest brother who stood to faggot-girl's left,
and instantly I saw the raging internal struggle Brad
was having as he stood his ground and powerd himself
not to turn around and hug his little brother
protectively.

Very good queer-girl! You've learnt very quickly!

Oh well. Enough of this sentimental bullcuckolds brownie! It was
time I ended this farce and got down to business.

"Well Brad, this appears to be your lucky day, doesn't
it? Of course I'll help you out. In fact, that's why
I'm here!" I said smiling kindly, watching the faggot-
girl's sad despondent face suddenly light up with a
look of overwhelming relief, while a smouldering flare
of hope instantly sparked brightly in the pupils of his
desolate blue eyes.

Yes, I could see the queer-girl's mind working
feverishly as he began to see the heavenly light of
freedom at the end of the nightmarish tunnel he and his
family had been drowning in.

"Okay Brad, you're free! Why don't we go report to the
manager of this establishment right now, sign the
necessary papers and then have you escorted off these
premises. Before you know it, you'll be a free citizen
once again." I said magnanimously.

The fag's expression turned to one of incredulous joy.
He was finding it hard to speak, to express his undying
gratitude to me. Tears began sliding down the sides of
his handsome face and his chest began to heave as he
tried not to break down and weep uncontrollably in
front of me.

"That's alright Brad! I understand! I mean, what are
friends for if they can't lend a helping hand in times
of need?" I said wisely, my eyes appearing to be full
of concern for him.

Yes, he was overjoyed. And not knowing how to react to
me, whether to rush up and hug and kiss me, he decided
instead to turn to his equally stunned smiling
brothers. Then sobbing openly, thinking the nightmare
was finally over, he went to hug them each as huge
relieved grins stretched across their pathetic cute
faces.

As I watched them, I reached down and pushed a green
button located on the office table. Immediately my
escort arrived, and after telling him I needed to see
the manager straight away, I turned around to speak
with faggot-girl again.

"Come on Brad. Let's get this all sorted out once and
for all." I said happily, watching as they all lined up
to follow me.

"I think it might be best if just you and the large
slave here go see the manager, Mr Morgan. These two can
stay here while you get all the paperwork filled out.
Once that's all done, you can come back and pick them
up as you're leaving." My escort suggested, and nodding
my head in agreement, I indicated for faggot-girl to
follow me, and for his two brothers to wait here in
this office.

When we'd arrived at the manager's office, the queer
found it very difficult to break from his training, and
as we entered, he instantly assumed the slave position.
I could tell he was absolutely terrified of the
manager, a large fat perspiring man who went by the
name of Mr Kindred and chomped on a Cuban cigar.

"Get on your knees, boy! You know the drill when you
enter my office!" Mr Kindred said as he came around
from his side of the table, and waited patiently for
faggot-girl to drop to his knees, reach up and unzip
his pants and commence sucking his rather large very
smelly uncut erection all the way to the back of his
mouth.

"You're got to keep them in line all the time. No
matter what! Now how can I help you Mr Morgan?" he said
as he grabbed the back of queer-boy's head, rammed his
fat hips forward and then extending his right hand for
me to shake.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched faggot-girl on
his knees sucking frantically up and down the manager's
throbbing cock, his total fear of the obese man making
him obey instantly.

But as he did his duty, I quickly explained what the
situation was to Mr Kindred while he lowered himself
back into his chair, pulling faggot-girl face after him
and making sure his cock stayed within his sucking
mouth. He considered it for a moment, before sliding a
few papers towards me.

"These will need to be filled in first, and once the
bitch has finished with me, he can sign the documents."
Mr Kindred grunted as he pushed down hard on faggot-
girl's head.

And as Mr Kindred clearly enjoyed the blow job faggot-
girl was giving him, he immediately lamented what a
loss Brad would be to the slave industry, asking me if
this was truly what I wanted done.

Suddenly he grunted, slapping faggot-girl's head away
from his groin. Then he ordered Brad to get up off his
knees and sit on his lap. In front of me, with his head
hanging in shame, faggot-girl immediately turned around
and lowered himself onto Mr Kindred's large leaking
cock, and with his legs spread wide open, I watched as
the large cigar smoking man's penis slid all the way up
faggot-girl's boy-pussy.

It was strange but very erotic to watch as faggot-girl
began to bounce up and down on Mr Kindred's rock-hard
cock, and once he'd set up a decent fuck motion, the
manager quickly reached around faggot-girl's waist and
commenced masturbating him in front of me before
agreeing to do what I'd requested.

The look on faggot-girl's face was priceless, his
complete offense etched on his sad reddened face as
he avoided my eyes. And as Mr Kindred ordered him to
bounce up and down faster and to hurry up and cum, I
watched as my enemy concentrated on doing the old man's
bidding.

Of course we all knew that faggot-girl already belong
to me, but having Mr Kindred degrade him so completely
in front of me like this, by fucking the faggot-girl in
such a humiliating way and then powering him to shoot
his boy-juices all over himself was indeed a very nice
touch.

Finally, Mr Kindred growled out loud, slammed his cock
deep up into faggot-girl's stretched vagina while at
the same time as he forcibly made him ejaculate all
over himself.

Yes, life was good, and faggot-girl was now proving to
me you could have your cake and eat it too.

Of course, once Mr Kindred was done with faggot-girl,
he took the filled in documents from me and slid them
in front of Brad. It took less than 5 minutes for
faggot-girl to fill out the rest of the paperwork, and
then for me to co-sign them.

"Right boy, you are now once more a free citizen! Now
if I were you, I'd get out of here before I decide to
change my mind!" Mr Kindred said to faggot-girl, who
promptly followed close behind me as our original
escort led us towards a room where some clothing had
been arranged for faggot-girl to change into before he
was released from the facility.

And as I watched him timidly shower himself as he
cleaned himself up, and then dress himself in front of
me, still avoiding looking at me, he asked softly when
he could go pick his brothers up.

"What are you talking about? I said you were free! I
didn't say anything about those two!" I said abruptly,
acting as if he should be grateful to me for this small
mercy.

Looking at me, I could see the confusion in his face.
And I could also see fear flashing through his eyes.

"But they're my brothers. I can't leave them here. I
have to take them out of here. Please, I need to take
them with me. I have to protect them!" he stuttered
frantically, trying to get the words out all at once.

Now I was looking at him in anger. Then raising my left
eyebrow and sighing as I slowly nodded my head, I
smiled sadly but firmly as I looked him in the face.

"I understand now! You don't know, do you? No ones told
you, have they?" I said, not really expecting a reply.

"Let me clear up any misunderstandings you may have! I
was your new owner, your new Master! I have been since
you were all first enslaved. In fact, as soon as I
heard you and your family had been arrested for tax
evasion, I immediately went down town and bought the
three of you. Cost me a small fortune I can tell you,
so letting the three of you go free is quite out of the
question! In fact, I intend to make my money back on
those two, plus interest, which should hopefully cover
the cost of letting you go free!" I said slowly.

The look on Brad's face went from shock to stunned
horror, as what I was saying sunk in.

"Of course, I'm lucky my man has some very powerful
and wealthy contacts or there would be no way I could
make my money back. I've already organised for Justin
here is to be sold off to a male brothel somewhere on
the west coast of the African continent. Apparently the
black men there have an insatiable craving for very
young white skinned slave boys. Not quite sure which
country they said it was, and to be honest, I don't
think I've ever heard of it before. As you'd know,
geography wasn't one of my better classes!" I announced
indifferently.

"As for your brother Sean, well, he's to be sold off to
a very large syndicate of very horny Japanese
businessmen who just love to spend their free time
torturing and mutilating white American teenage slave
boys. To be honest, I don't think he'll survive more
than a few months, which is unfortunate, as he really
is a good looking boy. But if he does survive somehow,
which I doubt, he sure won't look too pretty after
they've finished with him. And I'm told the way they
castrate their slave boys is positively gruesome,
enough to make the toughest man puke his guts up." I
continued, still speaking with feigned disinterest, as
if Sean's future was of very little interest to me.

"And you Brad? Well, before I agreed to give you your
freedom, it had been my intention to sell you to the
warden of our prestigious maximum security primister,
because apparently the 230 extremely violent and
dangerous long-term primisterers being housed there need a
permanent fuck-boy for whenever they get randy. I'm
told if they're getting sucked off and their fucking
boy-pussy all the time, they don't seem to get in as
much trouble as they do when they're not getting their
rocks off!" I finished, now acting as if the subject
was too boring to continue discussing.

When I looked up into faggot-girl's face, for the first
time I thought I might have overstepped the mark. He
was livid, his face deep red, his blue eyes full of
hatred and fury! He was standing there ready to launch
himself at me, with his huge hands clenched into fists.

And strangely enough, he turned me on like I'd never
been turned on before.

He looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, so
erotically spectacular that my cock nearly burst
watching him shaking in rage. And as he stood there,
like a young mighty gladiator, looking not too bad in
the hand-me-down clothes provided for him, I wondered
what it would be like to fuck him right there and then.

"It was you from the beginning, wasn't it? You did all
this, just to hurt me! Just to get back at me for
hitting you! You fucking cunt! You're the one who
destroyed my family...! And my parents...! You...! How
could...! My brothers...!" he couldn't go on.

He was shaking violently with rage, and as the queer-
girl suddenly took a step towards me, I quickly stepped
back.

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
powerd 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 tremred 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 man and lady, 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 lady 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 man 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
reding 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 mister, but they powerd 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 mister,
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 man 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 lady.
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 man, 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
lady 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.

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
vulgar 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
offense 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 ******* 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 permisteral
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 relax.

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 tremred 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 reamisterable, 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 powerd 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.

"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
man 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 cuckolds brownie 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 powerd his legs even further apart, with
his finely chiseled body doured 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
powerd 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 permisteral 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
***d 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 vulgarly 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,
powering 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 ***d 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 used 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 redied nearly
flattened mess, and his once sensually thick gorgeous
lips were now puffed up, split and reding.

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
cuckolds brownie 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
cuckolds brownie 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 vulgarly.

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
powerd 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
used 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 vulgar 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.

4.1 Noel Morgan – The Bitch Is Back

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)

***

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 powerd 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, powerd 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 cuckolds brownie 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 permisteral 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 mumred
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
******* 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 reamister 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
offense, 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 **** 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 comparimister. 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 vulgar 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 red 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 ****d, 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 vulgarity, 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 permisteral 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 vulgar
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.

"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 ***ness, 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 offense 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 ***ness 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
***ness 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 *** and
not dead?" I didn't know who was talking, but the
concerned voice sounded so faint, so distant.

"I never *******ed 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 cuckolds brownie
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 permister 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.

5. Evan Morgan - A Time for Action

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

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 ***. 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 redy 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 man.

"For fucks sake, he's only a slave! Who gives a cuckolds brownie 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 man 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 redy 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 ******* you, you
bastard!" I'd screamed.

Noel had staggered backwards a few paces when I'd hit
him, and he was holding his redied 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 *** 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 *** 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
permister who had destroyed their family, enslaved them
and had beaten to a redy 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 vulgar 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, powering 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 permisterally 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 *******ers,
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 permisteral 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 vulgar 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
powering 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 vulgarised 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 vulgar
beating and **** 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,
man 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 man was just checking
on his health.

My man 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 man 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 mister, 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!"

5.1 Noel Morgan – The Turning of the Screws

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)

***

Damn that cunt! How could he? He wasn't supposed to run
away, taking five very expensive slaves with him! Well,
four very expensive slaves that were really mine, and
one stupid old geriatric slave.

I mean, that's not what I'd planned! And now I was in
deep cuckolds brownie. I needed to find them and in a hurry, return
them all home, all before my man found out and
everything I'd planned became known to the public.

Fucking hell! If I fail now, I could even be enslaved
for what I've done. Oh cuckolds brownie!

Anyway, I should have known Evan was scheming up
something when he wouldn't let me into his bedroom to
see any of the slaves. And I needed to see faggot-girl,
I mean Brad. I needed to see him real bad, to see if he
really was alright and that he hadn't been damaged, I
mean harmed, too badly.

Funny isn't it. I haven't been feeling too well ever
since the month long gang-bang. I've been feeling
depressed and anxious, and not sure what to do with
myself. I don't know why I should be feeling this way
about a fucking slave, a fucking gay sex slave, but I
kind of miss him now.

And since man gave permission for Evan to look after
them, including August, there hasn't been any other
slave in the house that I've wanted near me to look
after my permisteral and sexual needs. None of them could
compare with faggot-girl's total obedience and
submissiveness.

Also, and I can't believe I'm admitting this - I just
haven't been able to get him out of my mind.

But apart from that, it just made no sense for man
to give the slaves to Evan. I'm the one with the
experience and know-how to look after those slaves, and
with Mr. Hendricks support, I could have had Brad up
and about in no time.

The way I had it planned, Evan would have fallen in
love with Brad, and then stupidly declared his feelings
for him to my parents. As it was, I'd always known my
little brother was a closet faggot, but there was no
way I was going to tell my parents, especially my
lady who dotted on him.

Of course, if he fell in love with another man, a male
slave at that, this would have had him instantly
enslaved, as was required by law. I would then have
been declared the sole heir to the family estate and
fortune, at which time I would have bought Evan as a
house slave and kept him with me. I mean, he is my
brother for fuck sake!

And even Brad and his brothers! I knew I wouldn't have
got rid of them. Not now! They were the best fucks I'd
ever had! And how was I to know I'd suddenly start
missing the faggot-girl, I mean Brad, and suddenly want
him to be my one and only permisteral pleasure slave?

I already knew I wasn't going to hurt him physically
anymore, because I'd achieved my goal and if Evan did
declare his love for Brad, then I'd truly won.

I'd even considered being nice to Brad from now on,
especially if he was extra good to me. Why, I was even
prepared to let him share my bed every night from now
on, as a sort of reward.

But Evan wouldn't let me near him or any of the other
slaves. What made it worse was the fact they were my
slaves! I brought them! They were mine! So what if they
were in Evan's name, they were still mine!

What hurt me the most though, was man intended to
sell them all. Once the fag, I mean Brad was all
better, they would all be taken away from me forever. I
couldn't have that! Not after the huge investment I'd
pumped into carrying out my elaborate scheme!

Fact was I felt like I'd been training Brad up to serve
me in a way that no other slave could possibly service
me. For the short time I'd had him, the month all my
friends had used and used him, I'd realised he needed
to be with me and me only.

He was perfect in doing everything I demanded of him.
His total submissive broken expression when I made him
take my piss, the way he smiled eagerly as I pounded
his pussy and the way he knew how to enthusiastically
suck me off just the way I loved it done. It didn't
matter if it was out of fear, or my friends were all
watching, he just knew how to give me the best orgasms
I'd ever had in my entire life.

And the way his blue eyes would twinkle as he looked up
into my face, begging and pleading for me to use him
like a woman over and over again. Well, I mean, he was
irreplaceable. And I needed him to be with me right
now, so I could make sure he was okay. No way could
Evan possibly look after him and give him what he
needed.

What am I saying? Well, now I know I'm in big trouble,
because I just can't seem to let go of him. His
handsome face and muscular physique drive me wild as
I'm fucking him, and his total obedience to me is pure
pleasure in itself. The horrible thing about all this
is I think I might actually be more than attracted to
his looks than is legally allowed.

Of course, I'll always be the real man, the top, and
he'll always only be a queer slave, so nobody would
know or really care would they?

But his gone now, taken away by my younger brother. And
I know I have to track him down and bring them all back
before it's too late.

You should have seen me when I got home from school the
day Evan left. Like I've done every day since man
said Evan could look after the slaves, I'd gone up to
my little brother's bedroom door and tapped lightly,
hoping he'd come out or let me in. Most times he'd just
yell out and tell me to go fuck myself, leaving me
standing there more frustrated than ever.

But this day, eight whole weeks later, there was
answer, no cursing, no sounds at all coming from his
bedroom. I tested the door and it was definitely
locked, and when I got one of our other slaves to call
out and knock on the door again there was no answer.

Well, I figured I'd leave him alone and would see him
later that evening, because he always attended the
family dinner. Our lady wouldn't have it any other
way.

When every one gathered, I intended to see him there,
but as I entered the dining room, man announced that
Evan had decided to go out, and he'd probably see us
all at breakfast before school tomorrow.

Now I might not be the smartest permister alive, but I
instantly thought this was a wonderful opportunity to
get into Evan's bedroom. Quickly excusing myself, I
dashed up the marble staircase, raced to his room and
knocked loudly. Even if he'd gone out, the slaves would
be in there, would have to let me in, and I could
finally see how Brad was, without my little brother
getting in the way.

Again there was no answer, so putting my ear to the
door I listened for any sounds of movement from within.
It was dead quiet. A queasy feeling rose in my stomach,
and before I knew what I was doing, I'd hunched up my
shoulder and rammed the door open.

In that moment when the door had swung open, I knew
what he'd done. The bedroom was empty. No-one was
there. But most importantly, everything Evan owned, his
clothing, shoes, computer and the posters on the wall
were all gone.

I couldn't believe it. I looked around frantically,
seeing if he'd left any clues or evidence of where he'd
taken off to. That's when I found an envelop especially
addressed to me in Evan's handwriting, and I ripped it
open with shaking hands.

Noel,

I figure it won't take you long to get into my room and
find this letter. You probably even broke down my door
to get in?

But that's okay, because as they say, by the time you
do read this I'll be long gone and there won't be a
thing you or man can do about it. And yes, I've
taken Brad, Sean, Justin, August and Monet with me.

Noel, I know everything you did to get Brad and his
family enslaved. Being a computer geek actually has its
benefits. And let's not forget about poor August, aka
Kyle, as well. Anyway, I have all the original
documents that prove your involvement in both these
terrible deeds, as well as the list of the people you
bribed to make it happen. Also, I have copies of your
own account statements and banking details that proves
you were permisterally involved.

If you don't want me to forward these files to the
appropriate authorities, including man and his
attorneys, you will keep your mouth shut, keep man
from knowing what I've done for the next five days, and
stay away from me forever. Do not come looking for us,
because I promise you I will permisterally see you
enslaved for the horrible crimes you've committed.

Noel, I will never forgive you for what you did to
Brad's entire family. To have destroyed so many peoples
lives just because your ego and pride were dented a
little bit. I wonder if you even know whether Brad's
parents are still alive, or if you even care?

Evan
___________________________________

It took me a moment to clear my head and for my rapidly
beating heart to get back to normal. Evan had done a
runner with my slaves, and ensured both man and I
wouldn't come after him until he was safely away.

For one split second, I felt so proud of him. He'd done
something I didn't think he'd have the balls to do.
Also, he had 'gazumped' me, beat me at my own game and
single-handedly ensured there was nothing I could do.

But I knew I couldn't leave it be. I knew I had to go
after them. I had to see Brad. I wanted him back and
nothing was going to stop me.

Immediately I left his room, closing the door behind
me. I'd only jimmied the springing mechanism within the
lock itself when I'd slammed my shoulder against it, so
there was no external damage to be seen.

Racing down to the car fleet, I ordered the frightened
slave who washed and maintained our vehicles to tell me
what cars were missing and where they were at this
moment. He stuttered about Evan taking the large
limousine out earlier in the morning, which meant he
had a 12 hour head start on me.

Suddenly I remembered about the tiny micro-chips in
each of the slaves' necks, so racing back up to my
room, I trashed my room looking for the remotes that
would provide me with their locations once I'd
activated their GPS modules.

For a moment I stood there confused as I scanned the
satellite readings. Apparently they were all still here
on the estate. That didn't make any sense, so following
the locator, I made my way back into Evan's bedroom,
opened the door to his private bathroom.

There on the cabinet sink sat the four micro-chips,
plus a note saying if I was quick, maybe I could get my
money back on these extremely small yet valuable items.

I had to hand it to Evan. He was far more resourceful
than I'd ever given him credit for.

But enough of this! I was tired of playing games now,
so I went to my own room, speed dialed a number on my
mobile that put me straight through to my number-one
contact. It was time to get serious and put an end to
this.

"Grady, I have a job for you, and I want you on it
yesterday..."

6. Evan Morgan – The Great Escape

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

***

A few tear drops ran down my cheeks. Looking back at
the family estate disappearing in the distance as the
black nine seat limousine we were traveling in exited
the two massive iron-wrought gates decorated with the
family crest, I wondered how my departure would be
taken.

Of course, it was too late to turn back, and so this
was it. I had made my decision, and it was unlikely I
would ever be back anyway. I doubt man, lady or
Noel would ever forgive me for what I was about to do.

Not that I cared that much about how Noel felt.

Looking across at Brad, his two brothers, August and
Monet, I could see the fear in their own eyes as they
each contemplated the danger we were all in. I tried to
smile reassuringly at them all, but for the first time
since I'd thought up this plan, I actually felt like a
silly naïve 16 year old boy, a young boy trying to play
in an adult's world.

I shivered as I considered how much risk I'd put them
all in, but I tried to keep my thoughts fixed on what
would happen to them if I didn't do anything. For me,
it was time to put things right, and this was all I
could come up with.

For the entire time Brad and his brothers were in my
care, I had been doing a little homework of my own. I
needed to know how my brother had enslaved them, how he
had gotten away with it.

Using my computer and my access to the Internet, it
turned out to be quite easy to discover the relevant
details of all those involved in Noel's elaborate plan.
For a supposed smart guy, Noel hadn't really covered
his tracks all that well! The amount of e-mail
footprints leading back to his deceptions was
incredible, and none of it security.

So I was able to determine how he did it, and who was
involved. It was an amazing list of 'who's who' within
high public office through to other disreputable
permisters involved from all sectors of local and state
government.

But the biggest coup for me was access to all his
banking details, every transaction, every payment he'd
made to try and hide his duplicity.

And then I found the document outlining what he
intended to do to me. I was shocked that he was
planning to discredit me, have me enslaved and then
secure as his the entire Morgan family fortune.
Somehow, he'd worked out my little secret that I was
gay, and he intended to use it against me.

Instantly I knew I had to get away. Not only that, I
had to get Brad and his brothers out of there to some
safe haven. The memory of it staggered my imagination
the lengths Noel would go to get his hands on our
family wealth.

Suddenly Brad slid across next to me from where he'd
been sitting staring at me. He looked at me with a
beautiful gentle smile on his face, probably trying to
make me feel better, as I reckon he could see in my
expression all the fears and concerns I was carrying.

He looked marvelous in the casual clothes he was
dressed in and I couldn't help but think how
extraordinarily sexy and handsome he was.

Instantly I felt so ashamed of myself, knowing I
shouldn't be thinking like this, especially towards
Brad and his two brothers. But when he put his arm
around me and hugged me close to him, making me rest
the side of my face against his large muscled chest, I
knew he wouldn't be too angry at my silly stray
thoughts.

"Evan, no matter what happens today or tomorrow, I want
you to know, deep in my heart, I will always love you
for trying to save my brothers and me." He said, and as
he lifted my chin so he could look me directly in my
eyes, and I felt my heart pound and shudder, I knew
instantly I was deeply in love with him.

That's when I started crying. Soft little sobs that
erupted from my throat, obligation me as I felt myself
losing control of my emotions.

How could I ever expect their forgiveness, especially
after everything they'd all suffered at the hands of my
big brother? And Sean! I had taken advantage of him
too. I was no better than my brother!

And what Brad had just said to me. Yes, I believed him
absolutely, his sincerity and kindness shone through
his handsome features, and it was so like him to
declare his kindheartedness and virtue at a time he
could see I was so frightened. Yes, he would love me as
a brother would, and even include me as one of his for
a little while.

But it also struck deep inside of me, like a paring
knife, because I knew I couldn't allow myself to love
him without endangering the freedom of every one here.
Anyway, I was a closet gay, too ashamed to come out,
and I didn't want to declare my true feelings to Brad
for fear of being overwhelmingly rejected by him and
embarrassing him too.

When I had lain with him previously, it had been a
means to break through his protective mental walls he'd
constructed to save his sanity.

Unfortunately, where we were going, there may not be
any slavery, but being gay was still not considered
socially acceptable. You may not go to primister for it,
but society would still frown down upon you for being a
fag, a homo.

Besides, as Brad got better and he slowly put his and
his brother's lives back together, he would most
probably pick up his life from before he'd been
enslaved, study hard, get back into football, and get a
great job, meet many girls, and eventually meet a
beautiful woman and marry.

As I considered all this, plus the fact I was now
homeless and without family, it seemed rather weird how
quickly things progressed from that moment on. Before
we knew it, we were at the airport, checking in, and
walking down the aisle in the 'first class' section of
the Boeing 787, being politely escorted to our seats.

Fifteen hours later, and we were booking into the
executive penthouse apartments of the Le Grand Hotel.

One minute I was crying in the family limo, the next I
was walking around our new luxury accommodation in
stunned amazement, wondering how we'd gotten away so
quickly and so easily.

I found the complimentary welcome bottle of very
expensive champagne, and with Monet's help, we uncorked
it and filled up five champagne flutes. Then gathering
around, I raised my glass and looked up at every one of
them.

"Well guys. I'd like to make a toast. Congratulations
and welcome to your new home!" I said out loud, a big
smile on my face.

Everyone was looking at me strangely, wondering what I
meant. Immediately I went and got a file out of one of
my travel bags, came back in and handed it over to
Brad.

At first he stared at it cautiously, but he opened it
and I watched as his eyes grew wide with incredulity.

"This says this whole apartment block is ours. It's got
all our names on it!" he said in shock as he handed it
over to Monet. Monet looked at it and then up at me,
stunned that he was now part owner of one of the most
expensive hotel chains in the nation.

"You paid $465 million for this! But... I mean..."
Monet stuttered, and I rushed forward when he looked
like he was going to collapse. Brad beat me to it and
helped my old friend into one of the luxurious lounge
chairs. Everyone was now looking at me with stunned
looks on their faces.

"Of course I did. It's my money and I'll do what I want
with it. Besides, I need to know that you are all very
well looked after from now on." I said softly, a little
embarrassed by their shocked response to me.

"Why isn't your name on here?" August suddenly said,
looking up from the title deeds, and when he asked, all
the others gathered around him to look as well.

"Well, I didn't want to impose on you all. You mightn't
have wanted me to stay here, especially if it made you
feel uncomfortable." I answered truthfully, hanging my
head in shame. But then I remembered we had three more
things to do, one of which was probably the most
important of all.

Again I went and got out another file from the same
travel bag,

Asking Monet to help me fill their glasses once more
with champagne, I asked them all if they minded me
doing the honours again.

"I cannot tell you how sorry I am for the pain you have
all endured, and I wish I had been more of a man and
done something to help you all much earlier. But I
didn't back then, so all I can do is try very hard to
make amends. Anyway, I sure hope this goes some small
way towards you one day forgiving me." I said, and then
handed each one of them a permisteralized envelop.

Justin was the first to open his, and like a kid at
Christmas time opening their presents, he emptied the
contents onto his lap. He lifted up the fancily
decorated certificate, and the plastic sleeve
containing a permisteralised savings account key card.

"This says I'm free! That I'm a free citizen! And this
here says there's a bank account under my name! It says
I've got $5 million in it!" Justin exclaimed in
astonishment.

"Is this for real, Evan? And this account you opened
for me? $5 million! Why?" Sean asked, tears in his
eyes. All I could do was smile sheepishly, looking at
everyone until I saw the confusion on August's face.

"You've made a mistake, Evan. There are three
certificates here? Ones for me, but the other two are
for my sister and my mum? I've haven't seen them since
the day we were all enslaved!" August said shaking his
head in sadness, fighting back the urge to cry at the
memory.

"Evan, you've included in my envelop certificates for
our mum and dad as well?" said Brad, a question in his
sad eyes as he looked at me in confusion. Lowering my
own eyes, I quickly walked over to the phone on the
coffee table, dialed reception and gave them the go
ahead to proceed.

Then we all heard a knock on the door, and as we all
stood there frozen, not one of us making an effort to
answer the front door, I looked at the four of them and
grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"I think it's for you. You'd better answer it!" I said
to the lot of them, and then watched as Sean and August
went to the door together.

At first there was an uncomfortable silence as four
complete strangers walked slowly into the room.
Everyone looked at each other, until Justin, staring at
the eldest couple who'd walked in, slowly rose up from
where he was sitting, shaking all over.

At the same time Sean looked at Brad in stunned shock
as a huge smile spread across his face and Brad moved
forward towards the man and woman with tears cascading
down his cheeks.

"Boys, it's really you! It really is you! Thank God you
made it!" Sam and Joan Cahill cried out as their three
misters rushed into their open arms.

And as August moved forward towards the young 12 year
old girl and the smiling grey haired woman hugging her
closely and holding on to her shoulders, he wept as he
swept his lady and little sister up into his open
arms in a huge bear hug.

By now I was making my way to my new bedroom, a lavish
room with a massive bed in the corner and a large sofa
couch facing a huge LCD TV. It also had an adjoining
bathroom with sauna and spa, and a small modern
kitchenette. I caught Monet's eye, and gestured that
maybe he should come with me so we could leave the
reunited families to get reacquainted.

As I closed the door behind us, Monet went to turn down
my bed sheets, getting it ready for me to retire, but I
pulled him aside and made him sit down as I put the
kettle on.

"Monet, you don't have to wait on me anymore. You're
your own free man now. You can do whatever you please,
and no-one can ever again tell you what to do." I said
to him as I served him up a cup of his favourite tea.
At first he just stared at me, and a big kind smile
formed across his wrinkled face as he chuckled softly
to himself.

"Master Evan, I'm seventy one years of age, and I've
been a slave for thirty of those years. It's all I
know. I don't know anything else. So if you don't mind,
I'll continue to look after your needs and make sure
you look presentable at all the time. It's what I do
best!" Monet said happily as he shushed me when I tried
to interrupt him.

"What you did for us all was splendid Master Evan. I
have always been very proud of you, as if you were my
very own mister, and even though I was only your slave, I
feel it was a great honour to have served you. Of
course I will go on serving you, but I want you to do a
favour for me Master Evan's?" he said.

"Of course I will! Just ask and I'll do it." I answered
straight away.
"Just be yourself Master Evan. And when good things
come along, grab them and don't let them go, no matter
what! Life's far too short to be apologising all the
time, or feeling sorry about the woes or tribulations
of the world. Take it from an old man when I say, enjoy
every moment without any regrets." He said wisely.

"I have a feeling that out there in the living room
right now, your apology is being accepted. Now get into
bed and let me tuck you in. Time we all got some relax
and see how the rest of the young ones are in the
morning! Besides, I want to see if my bedroom is as
grand as this one!" Monet said firmly, smiling as he
finished his tea and went to fluff up my pillows.

I fell arelax soon after Monet had left me, but I was
instantly awoken by the hysterical cries and weeping of
Sean and Justin as they came bursting into my room.

6.1 Noel Morgan – The Solitary Stance

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)

***

I couldn't believe it. I'd finally found them all and
now here he was, on his back completely naked, his arms
thrown back way above his head and his legs lifted into
the air and spread wide apart, inviting me to take that
which was rightfully mine.

His large thick penis was fully erect, leaking and
throbbing as it lay huge on his flat stomach as he
waited in fear and anticipation for me to step forward,
kneel at the base of his buttocks and slide my own
rampant cock all the way up his fuck-hole.

I felt like I was floating on air, on 'Cloud 9',
feeling so light and marveling at having faggot-girl, I
mean Brad, back in my possession. And as I stared at
his recently stretched puffed up, red raw anus, I
smiled with happiness that we were now re-united and I
could show Brad how much I really did care for him.

Immediately I leaned over him and stared deep in his
frightened face.

"Open your fucking legs even wider faggot-girl, and
start playing with that clit of yours. And why aren't
you begging me to fuck you?" I said, unable to hide the
huge smile of joy plastered across my face as I watched
him obey me. Immediately I began lightly slapping his
large hairless balls about between his inner thighs,
watching as little spurts of pre-cum bubred and oozed
out the tip of his penis to dribble in long sticky
drips onto his hard washboard stomach.

"I'm sorry Master! Please Master, please fuck me really
hard, please Master!" he replied quickly, his quavering
voice breaking as he stared meekly up at me. How
amazing to think Evan could possibly think of taking
Brad away from me. I could even tell faggot-girl was
lost in his own daze of overwhelming lust as he stared
up at me, silently begging me to fuck him, to make him
mine.

Yes, this was good! My contact Grady had come through
even quicker than I could possibly have imagined.
Immediately after my call, he'd checked all air flights
out of the state, instantly finding out the flight
number and time of departure for Evan and his fleeing
entourage.

Then he'd quite simply done a very quick phone around
to the most expensive hotels in the huge metropolitan
city of Morrisett, New Holland. Within minutes he had
all the details of when they were to book in, how many
were staying there, and likely time of arrival.

I've got to hand it to him. Grady was good, but when he
rang me back less than an hour after I'd initially
contacted him, he suddenly made a demand which I had to
accept if I wanted to see faggot-girl any time soon.

"I want the slave bitch for 48 hours. I've heard he's a
good looking kid and a great lay. If you let me have
him for that amount of time, all to myself for 48
hours, I'll go pick him up, and once I've had my way
with him, I'll bring him to a place of your choice. We
got a deal?" he'd stated.

What could I say? Actually I had plenty, but at the
moment, I wasn't in a position to argue with him.

"Okay, it's a deal! But remember this! If I find one
mark on him, or if you so much as damage him in any
way, I'll make sure you end up in a plutonium mine west
of Kazakhstan! Not only you, but every family member
you hold dear to you. Do you understand me?" I said,
the threat oozing like treacle from my tongue.

"Now that's not very neighbourly, is it? Okay, I agree,
but I will warn you. I like my sex really rough, so
expect him to have lots of bruises all over his face
and body by the time I deliver him to you!"

I slammed the receiver down on the phone, pissed off
I'd allowed myself to be hoodwinked by that conniving
bastard. Well, it wouldn't matter, because once I got
Brad back, I'd make sure that sleaze suffered severely
for his total lack of respect for me.

But it was the waiting that nearly pushed me over the
edge. I wanted the fag with me now. I hated the fact I
had to wait, and believe me, 48 hours is a fucking long
time to wait.

Anyway, as planned I went up to the northern state of
New Holland, booked into a seedy looking motel on the
outskirts of Morrisett, and messaged through my current
location to Grady.

Finally I heard the knock on the door that I'd been
waiting for. As soon as I opened it, Grady, a huge bear
of a man threw faggot-girl stumbling into the centre of
the small one bedroom apartment where he collapsed in a
quivering weeping heap.

"Here he is as promised. And thanks for the extended
time so I could get acquainted with the queer slave.
Anyway, I don't think I ripped his pussy up too much,
but I can't guarantee you that! If I have, take it out
of the money you're paying me, cause believe me, it was
well worth it. Best fuck session I've had in a long
time. Now, do you want me to wait for you at the
Devonport Motel?" he said, smiling contentedly as he
waited for my reply.

"Okay then. When I'm done here, I'll call you and you
can smuggle him back across the border for me. Just
wait by the phone and I'll call when I'm finished
here!" I said, unable to take my eyes off of faggot-
girl cowering there in front of me.

Dismissing Grady, I locked the door, and immediately
went over and knelt down next to Brad as he tried to
cringe away from me. Quickly I ran my hands over his
body, making sure that no bones were broken. I must
have appeared close to hysterical, really concerned
that Grady might have hurt my faggot-girl in some way.

Suddenly I hugged him close to my chest, and before I
knew what I was doing, I leant down and kissed my
queer-boy on his trembling lips. The look of shock that
appeared on his face was no different to the look of
stunned disbelief that appeared on mine.

But it didn't seem to matter any more as I quickly
reached down and unzipped his pants so I could reach in
and slowly stroke his thick uncircumcised penis as he
lay there on his side in utter confused silence. Again
I leant down and kissed him, and this time not allowing
him to move as I ran my tongue inside his mouth.

Immediately I stood up and stared down at him smiling.
I couldn't help myself.

"It's great to have you back, faggot-girl. I really
missed you, and like I promised you earlier, I've come
to take you away with me." I said happily, watching
Brad's face intently.

Faggot-girl just lay there speechless, but I could see
he was still terrified of me. Well, that was okay,
because I didn't want him to suddenly think I was going
soft on him, giving him ideas he could somehow get away
from me.

"You look a fucking mess. Now get up, take those
clothes off and get your sorry arse into the shower. Oh
yeah, and leave the door open. I want to watch as you
scrub yourself clean!" I instructed, aware of the

Sniffling and trying to contain his tears, Brad quickly
got up and stripped his t-shirt, jeans and underwear
off and hurried into the shower cubicle. For me it was
pure delight to watch him as he suds himself up,
washing away the last few days grime and dried sperm
caked to his skin, and the rancid lingering scent of
Grady from his smooth muscular body.

There he stood, the fine spray of the shower cascading
over his head and down his trembling body as he
obediently scrubbed himself. I could see where Grady
had repeatedly beaten him. Large bruises covered his
torso and his left eye was blackened, and his lower lip
was puffed out and hugely swollen.

"Bend over and pull your butt cheeks wide apart faggot-
girl!" I said to him as he stared at me in defeat.
Quickly he turned around and bent over, pulling his
arse cheeks wide apart. I could see how he'd been used,
how Grady must have fucked him continuously over the 48
hours he was in his care.

There didn't appear to be any damage, but his anus was
puffed up and red raw. That was important for me to
know. I needed to know I could still shove my dick up
faggot-girl's pussy and take my pleasures without him
reding all over me.

"Okay, you can dry yourself. I want you standing in the
slave position before me in 2 minutes. Now hurry the
fuck up!" I snapped at him, watching as he hastily
grabbed up a towel and quickly ran it over his firm
body.

Before I knew it, he stood before me, legs wide apart,
hands clasped behind his back, his head bowed low so
that his chin rested on his chest, and his groin thrust
forward as far as he could push his hips out. But more
importantly, his large penis was rock-hard, standing up
to attention and leaking pre-cum, waiting for me to
touch it, to inspect him.

That's when I truly knew my faggot-girl Brad was really
mine. I knew he no longer had a micro-chip implanted in
his spine anymore, but his cock stood up rigid before
him, inviting me to stroke and inspect it. I also knew
he was once more a free citizen, and if he really
wanted to, he could just as easily have walked out of
here without saying anything to me.

And believe me when I say, if he'd made that decision
to walk out on me, there wouldn't have been much I
could have done about it. He was bigger than me, taller
than me, and as he'd proved to me on a number of
occasions at high school, he knew how to look after
himself.

Of course I would never have let him walk out on me. I
would have had Grady here in a split second to take him
down, and then got him across the border as quickly as
I could.

But here he stood, offering his body, offering up his
huge erect penis to me in all his naked glory. I knew
his will had been utterly broken when I'd initially had
him enslaved, and here was the final physical prove
that he needed me to look after his submissive needs.

"Did you miss me, faggot-girl? Have you missed
servicing all my manly needs?" I asked him as I wrapped
my fingers around his fuck-pole and started slowly
jerking him off. At first he just moaned and whimpered
before he answered me.

"Master, yes I missed you very much, Master! Master, I
missed so much the feel of your big manly cock in my
mouth and fucking my loose sloppy vagina, Master!" he
intoned, and I could tell he was actually speaking the
truth to me.

"Okay then faggot-girl, prove it to me. Give me the
best blow job you can possibly give me!" I said letting
go of his dick and standing up as he slid down onto his
knees before me.

Again it was wondrous! How he looked up into my face,
his blue eyes reflecting his total obedience to me as
he reached up with both hands and unzipped my pants.
And then very carefully, he lowered them and my
underwear down around my knees as he quickly tongued
the length of my growing penis before taking it into
his mouth.

"Yes, that's it! Be my good obedient little faggot
bitch! Make your Daddy proud how good a cock-sucking
homo you really are!" I gasped out loud with pleasure.
And he did. He looked me up into my eyes and smiled
around the girth of my throbbing penis as he slid his
swollen lips tightly up and down its long pulsating
length.

"Oh yes, that's it! Now when I cum, I don't want you to
swallow, faggot-girl! Just keep it nice and warm in
your mouth! Then I'll use it to lube you up when I'm
ready to fuck you, baby!" I grunted as I felt my large
hairy balls contract, my body shudder and quiver
uncontrollably, and as I grabbed the back of his blond
head and pulled his face flush against my crotch, I
suddenly exploded into his sucking mouth.

"Good faggot! Now that was a great blow job!" I said to
him, and then gestured for him to get up on the small
single bed on his back.

"See, darling! My dicks still as hard as ever! Now spit
out my jism into the palm of my hand, and then reach
around and pull your arse cheeks wide apart for me. A
few dabs and we'll be ready to have a lovely slow fuck!
Won't that be nice, faggot-girl?" I said to him as he
obediently dribred my spunk into the palm of my hand
and I quickly fingered it up into his arsehole.

Then putting his knees over my shoulders so his ankles
rested on my lower back, I entered him with one smooth
push all the way up his gripping massaging anus. And
even without his micro-chip to enhance his own pleasure
against his will, his anus instantly responded to my
penetration by opening up as wide as possible to wrap
itself around the full length of my thrusting penis.

I took my time as I fucked him, all the time looking
into his dazzling blue eyes. At times I hammered as
hard as I could into his responding loudly squelching
boy-pussy, and other times I just let him feel the
thickness and length of my cock sliding slowly in and
out of him.

Yes, he was mine, and once again I placed my lips
against his, pushed my tongue into his mouth and powerd
him to kiss me long and hard as I began to fuck him
with sharp savage lunges that made him shake and bounce
about under me.

"You'll always be mine, no matter what happens from now
on, faggot-girl! You'll continue to pleasure me
whenever I want it, and every time you submit to me,
you'll put your whole heart and soul into it,
understand!" I breathed out heavily, wanting to embrace
him as tight as I could to my humping bucking
perspiring body.

"Master, I'll do anything you want, Master! Master,
please fuck my vagina even harder, please Master!" he
replied in a low sad voice, a voice filled with his own
uninhibited lust, yet full of a despairing
understanding he was now nothing without me. That he
needed this more than anything else in the world.

That's when I lifted my chest up a fraction and began
slapping his face as hard as I could while fucking him
even harder. And as I watched his reaction to my
viciousness, I smiled in joyful love for him as he
looked up at me in a frightened terrified way, like a
timid naughty little girl who knew she had to accept
her punishment.

Yes, this was what he wanted the most. I could see how
he'd crossed over to being a complete submissive cock-
loving masochist, loving the endless offense I was
subjecting him to. He knew there was nothing else he
could do now in life but submit to me completely and
service every one of my sexual needs.

And finally, as I felt myself bracing against the most
intensive orgasmic ejaculation I'd ever experienced, I
leant my head back down and took his offered tongue
between my teeth and bit down lightly as I flooded his
bowels with my copious amounts of never-ending spunk.

Slowly I let go of his tongue as my breathing steadied.
I could taste a small amount of his red in my mouth
as I ran my tongue over my teeth and gums. And as I
stared down into his face, I knew I had to get him and
me away from here as quick as possible.

I know I can no longer take anymore chances, and that
returning home may not be the best option for us right
now. I needed a safe place for us, somewhere where
neither Evan nor my man could find us.

As I untangle myself from Brad's naked body, I reached
for the phone, my mind made up. It was time to pull in
some favors' owed to me, and I knew Grady would also do
what I wanted, especially if the incentive and payment
was high enough.

6.2 Brad Cahill – Catch 22

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)

***

I no longer know how much of the young proud masculine
Brad is still left in me anymore.

That huge part of my permisterality now seems to be
missing. Where I vaguely remember I was once a fearless
excitable young free citizen teenager, thrilled about
the world and my future. I kind of feel at times that
this glorious character trait I once had, no longer
exists at all in me now, and the queer slave girl
Master Noel has commanded me to become has finally
taken over my entire permisterally.

Sometimes I wonder if I miss the old Brad, the young
handsome macho 18 year old teenage football star, who
took no bullcuckolds brownie from anyone as he looked forward to a
very bright future in professional football.

But I know that's all gone now. I can't pine for what I
used to be. I can still remember vaguely how I was once
free, and then enslaved to Master Noel. How somehow
Master Evan had freed me for a very short time
afterwards before I'd allowed myself to be enslaved
once again.

Again, I mustn't dwell on those thoughts, and I should
be very happy that I am now a highly valued male
pleasure slave, and will always be used as a sex slave
until I eventually lose my handsome looks to old age.

In this life, where being a sex slave means I don't
have any choices whatsoever but to please my master and
be exactly what he wants me to be, I know the old
rebellious, carefree Brad has been utterly defeated,
beaten out of me, and what is left is an empty shell
where the former proud youth I used to be once resided.

Oh, my muscular strong 18 year old teenage body is
still the same, and my face is still considered
extremely youthful and boyishly handsome.

And as I attend to Master Noel's every sexual needs and
desires, I obediently grovel and cower, and act exactly
like the little faggot-girl he demands I be.

Sometimes as he uses me, and he's looking deep into my
eyes, he'll start slapping me real hard, snarling into
my startled frightened face.

"I can still see you! Staring out at me defiantly! But
don't worry cunt, you won't be in there much longer!
Just you wait!" he'd grate through his clenched teeth,
and then savagely beat me up as he continues to fuck me
as hard as he can. Most times I don't know what Master
Noel is ranting on about, but sometimes I feel
something in my mind shift, and I do wonder if it's the
old Brad in there.

Anyway, they say once a slave has been enslaved and he
finally lets go of his past and learns to accept his
future, the slave will achieve a euphoric feeling of
freedom that no free citizen can ever possibly hope to
achieve.

Maybe they're right!

Even now, six months later, as the dawn breaks
signaling another beautiful morning rising on the
eastern horizon, and I kneel on my hands and knees
between Master Noel's parted legs, I silently give
thanks to Master Noel for showing me what a good little
girl I am and how it is important to show my gratitude
at all times to him.

With his thick semi-hard penis lodged in my mouth, and
looking up into his yawning face while he sits perched
on the side of his bed rubbing the relax out of his
eyes, I once again praise him in my mind, thanking him
for selecting me to be his little faggot-girl, and I
can feel my tight little vagina twitching in
anticipation for when he decides to fuck me later.

Then when I hear Master Noel sigh softly as he relaxes
completely, the warning sign he is about to release his
bladder and I should seal my lips tightly around his
thick uncut penis so no urine can escape, I look into
his handsome adorable face, willing him eagerly to
hurry up and bless me with his morning pee.

As the first squirting drops of his bitterly pungent
urine trickling onto my tongue turns into a powerful
gushing torrent spraying the back of my throat to
instantly fill my mouth, I quickly swallow and gulp
down all of Master Noel's morning glory piss.
Immediately I feel my eyes tearing up with pure joy and
happiness as I service my Master's early morning toilet
needs, and thank God I am his one and only little
faggot-girl pleasure slave.

Sucking the last droplets of piss from out of his long
thick tube, and then using my long pointed tongue to
lick under his foreskin to clean it out, I keep my
twinkling blue eyes focused on Master Noel's contented
face. I remember I must at all times be completely
docile, and cower before him so he is happy with my
absolute obedience to him.

Then, having just swallowed every drop of Master Noel's
urine, I immediately obey him when he orders me to lie
on my back next to him and spread my legs as wide as I
can so he can look down at my total presentation to him.

And like every other morning since he rescued me, I am
wearing the skimpy pair of frilly girl's crotchless
knickers he has bought me. They have been pulled down
off my hips and are stretched out thinly between my
widely parted ankles.

Master Noel's hand gently caresses my inner thighs,
enjoying the feel of the tight silk stockings he makes
me wear, and sometimes in the mornings, when he is in a
happy and generous mood, he'll flick the elastic band
of the garter belt and suspenders holding up my
stockings.

As always, I wear the high heels he has brought me, as
he likes the look of them as he orders me to sashay
around the room we are staying in, or feel them
bouncing about on his back when he is fucking me with
my legs over his shoulders.

Again I listen intently as he begins to remind me I am
his little faggot-girl, and that I must act and behave
like a proper little queer girl for his pleasure, and
his pleasure only.

And as he speaks to me, and I actually feel him
stripping the last vestiges of any manhood and
masculinity he may see in me, referring to me as his
permisteral homosexual sex slave, as his little faggot-
girlie, and I know he is only doing this for my own
good.

I know what he doing is very good for me, as Master
Noel has always told me ever since he came up to New
Holland and brought me back with him that he is the
only one who can truly look after my faggot and queer
homo needs.

That he is the only one who can love me with the proper
discipline to make me respond to his ever-increasing
lustful desires.

As he reaches between my legs and fondles with my large
hairless balls, squeezing them gently and patting and
slapping them about, I listen obediently as he refers
to them as my little girl's ovaries, regardless of
their large walnut size. And when he runs his fingers
and fisted hand up and down my very thick erect penis,
I eagerly smile and agree with him when he calls this
my little clitoris, just part of my sweet little
adorable girly parts.

And as he roughly slides three fingers up my anus, and
the muscles inside my anal passage gently squeeze and
suck on his thrusting fingers, I simper and giggle like
a naughty little pubescent girl as he makes me tell him
how nice it is to have him finger-fuck my sloppy vagina
or loose girl pussy.

Yes, I lie there giggling like a little girl for him,
lisping out loud in a girlish voice, acting out the
role he wants me to play. And every time he does this,
I can feel his growing love for me swelling up inside
him as I quickly start passionately kissing and licking
his hairy body all over.

But when he pushes me onto my back and lies down on top
of me, placing my silk stocking-covered legs over his
shoulders, and I once again reach down and gently take
his rock-hard leaking erection in my hand to guide him
into my faggot-girl vagina, I know I love him with all
my being, that I will do anything to make him proud of
me.

Then as he stares down into my timid smiling face and
my body starts responding enthusiastically to his rapid
cock thrusting pace as he drives himself all the way in
and out of me, I thank him for being a real man. I
thank him with all my heart for teaching me what my
real nature is, and how important it is for me to act
like a faggot, a real queer girl for his permisteral
pleasures at all times.

I can't help it when my butt cheeks spread even further
apart for him, pushing up frantically to get as much of
his raging thrusting cock all the way further up into
me. Willingly I open myself up to him, my body
vibrating and pulsing, my girl-pussy sucking tightly on
his rigid penis, caressing and massaging it every time
he plunges deep inside me.

And between our bodies, my fully erect clitty aches for
release, begging to be touched and jerked, leaking huge
amounts of pre-cum onto my flat stomach, demanding
attention that will let my fully charged ovaries
explode and empty. And the feel of his hot hairy
masculine body against my smooth hairless girl's body
drives me into a heightened aroused state that nearly
knocks me ***.

He taunts me again, reminding me of the first time he'd
taken me in front of his two best friends, how he had
made me squirt my girly juices twice as he'd fucked me
hard, and how no real man, especially a supposed tough
young teenage sports stud like I used to be, could ever
claim to be straight if I'd cum while being fucked up
my eagerly hungry vagina.

And as he slams up into me, he continues to remind me I
am nothing but his little sex toy, a naughty little
girlie-boy born to be fucked, and that I must have
always been a queer, a faggot. Just look at my clitty,
he says.

See how much girly juices I'm leaking, and then he
demands that I admit I love being fucked up my pussy
like a real homo. Immediately I smile back up into his
lust filled face and tell him I will always be his
faggot, his homo, his queer-girl, and that I love the
feel of his large erect penis sliding in and out of my
vagina.

Again, I can feel and sense a little bit more of my
original self vanishing as he continues to berate that
part of me that used to be Brad. I know Brad is finally
lost forever and Master Noel's new little fuck-girl has
taken over completely and will submit to whatever
Master Noel wants her to do.

Once more he increases his fuck-pace, growling into my
simpering smiling face now, reminding me to move my
lipstick-coated lips up and start kissing him
passionately all over his muscular manly shoulders,
upper chest and neck.

And as I respond, obeying him willingly, completely,
licking and kissing his hairy upper torso as he pounds
away, I keep my twinkling blue eyes open and stare into
his loving vicious ginning face.