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The Reluctant Slave
by MickMack (mickmack999@yahoo.com.au)
***
In a world where slavery is the norm, young high school
football captain and all round star Brad Cahill, must
face up to the horror of being enslaved by a spoilt
rich guy who hates his guts. (Mm-teen, nc, rp, v, inc,
mc, tor, oral, anal, bd)
***
The story below is the epic tale of a totally fictional
event. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. It
is gay erotica and is intended to be read by persons
who are 18 years of age or older, and by persons that
enjoy gay erotica.
The material covered in this story and all other
accompanying parts of this story are fictional. Any
similarities to persons living or dead are pure
coincidence.
Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au
***
The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
***
Prologue... Brad Cahill - A Daily Affair
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill - Pleasure Slave)
***
Instantly I wake up as I feel Master Noel turning over
in his sleep next to me in his large king size bed.
Blinking the sleep out my eyes, I can just see through
the large bedroom window it is very early morning and
the dawning sun has just risen in the east.
Silently, making sure not to disturb Master Noel in
anyway, I slip my naked body off the bed and carefully
step over the master's two other naked pleasure slaves,
who are curled up asleep on the floor together.
Quickly, I make my way to the slave closet located in
the master's spacious on-suite bathroom, where a
special 'slave's potty' has been placed in the middle
of the room for all Master Noel's pleasure slaves to
use during the night. With it sealed when not in use,
the thin layer of bio-chemicals renders the contents
odourless.
Hurrying, knowing there is very little time to waste, I
clip off the airtight covering, then squat down so the
small child-sized plastic hood at the front of the bowl
covers my large penis to ensure I don't spray any of my
urine onto the floor around me as I empty my bladder
and bowels into it.
I can hear Master Noel murmuring softly now, not yet
awake but I know it will only be moments before he
opens his eyes. Terrified I will be too late, I dash
back into the bedroom and hastily but carefully crawl
under the bed covers and kneel facedown between his
outstretched legs.
And then ever so softly, with my hands clasped behind
my back, I gently suck his semi-erect, morning glory
stiff penis between my lips, taking him tenderly all
the way into my mouth as I begin giving Master Noel his
morning blow job.
Within seconds Master Noel sighs and instantly starts
urinating, the powerful jet of pungent acidic steaming
liquid spraying the back of my throat and filling my
mouth. He seems to take forever as I swallow it all
down quickly, making sure none spills from my slurping
lips sealed tightly around the base of his thick penis.
Finally Master Noel shudders and exhales softly as the
last few drops of his dwindling urine spurts from his
piss slit, and I slide the tip of my tongue over the
top of his expanding flanged-shaped cock-head and then
under the flesh of his long receding foreskin to clean
out any leftover slimy residue collected during the
night.
"Yes, that's nice faggot-girl. Just stay there and keep
sucking me for a little bit longer." Master Noel
mutters contentedly, he's uncircumcised penis
unfurling, thickening and lengthening within seconds to
its fully erect state in my sucking, tongue swirling
mouth.
Moaning with pleasure, running both hands through my
blond hair as I continue to deeply fellate him, I can
hear Justin and August rising up beside the bed. And
even though I can't see them because of the bed sheets
covering me, I know they will have assumed the
mandatory slave position.
They will be standing next to the bed, their feet wide
apart, their hands clasped behind their backs, their
heads bowed low with their chins touching their chests,
and their hips thrust forward as far as possible,
displaying their rock-hard penises for Master Noel's
inspection.
Suddenly Master Noel throws the coverings off both of
us, and I obediently look up over his thickly haired
stomach and chest into his rugged unshaven face and his
steely dark brown eyes.
At 19 years of age, Master Noel is 6' tall and one year
older than me. He has thick black hair cropped short
and usually spiked up with gel. His eyes are very dark
brown, and he has a square chin which appears to have a
permanent five-o'clock shadow on it, even after he's
shaved.
He has a solid thickset muscular body with a thick
growth of dark hair on his chest that trails down
passed his navel to his very thickly haired groin.
His dick was big too, about seven and a half inches
long when he's got a hard-on, and very thick. His balls
were large, the size of large walnuts and extremely
hairy.
Obediently I continue to look up into his face, forcing
myself to smile sensually as his thick erection
stretches my lips out wide. Then I watch obediently as
he gestures for Justin, my 16 year old brother, to get
on the bed next to him on his back.
It is the usual early morning routine. Like every other
morning since Master Noel brought us to be his personal
sex slaves, he will wake up, lie back in his bed and
thoroughly enjoy the intense oral pleasures that
Justin, August and I lavish upon his naked body.
As Master Noel now fondles with my little brother's
large hairless testicles and slowly masturbates
Justin's six inch rock-hard dick, I continue sucking
Master Noel's thick erect penis, bobbing my head up and
down, taking its long length all the way to the back of
my mouth. As always, I keep my eyes focused on his
face, awaiting the signal for me to stop and quickly
climb on top of Justin's naked body.
"Okay faggot-girl. You can start fucking your little
bro now, and both of you had better put on a good
performance!" Master Noel says as he lets go of my
brother's erect cock and pushes my slurping mouth off
his own throbbing cock.
Immediately I crawl up and position myself between
Justin's outstretched legs, and grabbing his ankles, I
place them over my shoulders as I lower my large 6' 4"
tall, hairless muscled body on top of his.
There is nothing subtle in what we do. I wrap my arms
under my little brother's back, tightly hug his smooth
naked teenage body against my chest, push my hips down,
and feel my very thick fully erect eight and a half
inch penis slide all the way up his willing anus. Then
I start fucking him as hard as I can.
Justin responds as enthusiastically as he can, humping
his spread buttocks upwards to meet my thrusting
erection, and Master Noel looks on as we rut away,
smiling lewdly as my little brother and I pant, moan
and groan as we perform like two uninhibited perverted
gay lovers for our master's early morning
entertainment.
To Master Noel, this is just another form of foreplay.
It happens every morning and he will direct us as to
how to heighten his sexual gratification before he
finally takes me up my boy-vagina.
"That's it. Oh yeah, that's a good slave, faggot-girl.
But I want you to bum-fuck him harder. Slam into your
little bro as hard as you can! Give him a damned good
pounding and start kissing like the queer bitches I
know you really are!" Master Noel murmurs, slowly
stroking his own cock as he watches us, his voice full
of excitement.
I have no choice but to obey. I pick up my fuck pace, a
furious arse-pummeling that bounces and jiggles my
little brother about under me in a grotesque ungainly
manner. I sadly look into Justin's face, into his
despairing eyes and see he is as accepting of our
situation as I am. Besides, we both know we are now
nothing more than Master Noel's sex slaves, and being
brothers means absolutely nothing now.
We are not allowed to speak to each other, so I say
nothing as I quickly lock my lips around Justin's and
slip my large pointy moist tongue into his mouth.
And it is at times like this that I am very grateful
that both Justin and I have each been fitted with a
slave micro-chip. Injected into our spines at the time
of our enslavement, the minute silicon chip controls
everything we do.
All our master needs to do is speak his demands and the
micro-chip forces us to do it immediately.
Also, Master Noel has permanently set our pleasure
modes at 'Level 3', which means our penises are fully
erect at all times and our bodies are in a constant
state of intense arousal.
Most importantly, this also means our anuses will
accept any large-sized objects up them without too much
discomfort, no matter what the size, and the muscles of
our anal passages will instantly respond by massaging,
caressing and milking them as they are forced in and
out of our boy-pussies.
And so I fuck my poor little brother as hard as I can,
and I know I am not hurting him, that the size of my
huge erect penis will not split him open or damage him
in any way.
In fact I can feel his anal muscles squeezing tightly
around the full length of my stiff thrusting organ, and
it is difficult not to enjoy the incredible feeling my
little brother is giving me as I continue to fuck him
with all my might.
Yes, he is my little brother and I feel humiliated and
ashamed at what we are made to do to each other. But we
are also Master Noel's personal pleasure slaves, and we
must obey him absolutely without question.
"Oh yeah, that's very nice! You're both getting me all
juiced up. Now slam him even harder faggot-girl! Pound
your little bro into the mattress. Make him squeal real
loud for me, as if you were raping him, faggot-girl!"
Master Noel orders as he moves his naked hairy body
closer to us.
Neither Justin nor I have any choice but to obey.
Master Noel's instructions immediately trigger the tiny
micro-chip's sensors implanted within our spines,
instantly sending signals to our brains forcing us to
respond accordingly.
Justin suddenly begins acting as if I am seriously
hurting him. He begins weeping and crying out as I
picked up the speed of my fuck-pace. He sobs
uncontrollably as I fuck him viciously, my hips driving
him deeper into the mattress beneath us as my cock
pistons brutally in and out of him.
To Master Noel, we must have looked exquisitely erotic
as we eagerly and enthusiastically performed for him.
I can sense he is totally turned on by my smooth naked
muscled body covered in a thin layer of perspiration as
I lay facedown on top of my little brother, fucking him
with all my might.
With my little brother's knees now bent over my
shoulders, his legs bouncing up and down on my back as
my hairless bobbing muscled buttocks clenches and
unclenches as I pound my dick up Justin's stretched
anus all the way, I can tell Master Noel is getting
impatient for us to hurry up and finish so he can
finally fuck me.
And as I look at Justin lying there under me, at his
youthful boyish face, I listen as he weeps and moans,
his pleading voice muffled by my lips pressed firmly
against his mouth.
To my shame, it doesn't take long for me to reach that
state of no return, and as I feel my large hairless
balls begin to tighten up and I feel myself ready to
blast my spunk up my little brother's boy-vagina, and
still fucking as hard as I can I quickly turn my head
towards Master Noel.
"Master, my clitty's feeling really good now, Master!
Master, may I spurt my squirting faggot-girl slave
juices for you, Master?" I grunt out loudly between
clenched teeth, while looking Master Noel in the eyes
with a timid beseeching look etched across my face.
"Okay, faggot-girl. Go ahead and fill your little bro's
vagina with your girly juices. And let's hope this time
you can get him pregnant. I mean, after all those many
times you've fucked him, he should be starting to show
by now, don't you think? Now hurry the fuck up!" Master
Noel chuckles as he watches me fucking Justin as hard
as I can.
"Master, thank you so much, Master! Master, going to
shoot lot's of girly juices up my little brother's
vagina for you now, Master! Master, oh thank you,
Master!" I gasp and groan over and over again as I pick
up my fuck-pace even more.
My orgasm is intense. I am left breathless and on the
verge of fainting as I ejaculate deeply up inside
Justin's stretched pussy. And as I shudder all over, I
can feel my younger brother's anal muscles squeezing
and milking the last of my jettisoning sperm from out
of the long length of my immensely large erect penis.
"Nice performance. I might give you 6 out of 10 for
that one, maybe. Just missed out on a higher score
because you really didn't show me how much you truly
love fucking your little brother up his boy-pussy,
faggot-girl." Master Noel says thoughtfully, a sardonic
lilt to his voice as he watches me pull my now semi-
erect dick from Justin's stretched and gaping anus and
quickly kiss and lick my way down my little brother's
young firm teenage body.
Once I reach Justin's rock-hard six inch cock, I take
it into my mouth and start sucking him off as sensually
as I can. Within minutes he is spasming on the bed, his
longs legs squirming and opening and closing, his
smooth naked body quivering as my tongue tickles the
length of his penis within my mouth.
Justin is moaning and groaning, and suddenly he turns
his head towards Master Noel as he starts humping his
cock up into my sucking slurping mouth.
"Master, about to spurt lot's of baby girl juices for
you, Master! Master, may I shoot my baby girl juices
for you, please Master?" my little brother stutters in
a high pitched trembling voice as he holds my head
tightly and thrusts he's cock in and out of my tight
lips.
"Okay, little slave bitch! You can blast away. Fill
your big brother's mouth with your little spermies for
me!" Master Noel says, now impatient and wanting us to
hurry up.
Justin's orgasm is powerful. He groans and moans loudly
as his throbbing penis expands hugely in my mouth
before his balls explode, blasting out enormous amounts
of sperm splashing the back of my throat.
But I don't swallow it as he continues to shake and
shudder under me. I keep it in my mouth even as I
squeeze the last of his cum out of his piss-hole with
my lips, before quickly lifting his legs back up onto
my shoulders, angling my cum-filled mouth down to his
puffed up, red raw anus, and start sucking out the huge
amounts of sperm I'd deposited there earlier.
This time it is my own cum that fills my mouth to mix
with Justin's load. I swirl it around, not allowing
myself to swallow, and suck even harder on his
twitching boy-pussy to get as much out as I can.
Finally I lift my head and face Master Noel, and
opening my mouth wide, I show him how much cum both
Justin and I have produced for him this morning.
"That's good faggot-whores! Now it's my turn! You know
what to do, so hurry the fuck up, cunt!" Master Noel
says as he watches me quickly crawl out from beneath my
little brother's raised legs and then lie down on my
back with my arms stretched out way above my head.
And like every other morning, I hastily raise my legs
into the air, parting them as I watch submissively
Master Noel grabbing my ankles and placing them over
his shoulders.
Once again I open my mouth as wide as possible and
watch as Master Noel dips three of his fingers into the
thick mass of cum pooled at the back of my throat.
Quickly he lubes his cock up with it, and then dips his
three fingers back into my mouth to scoop up a large
amount which he slides up my receptive anus.
"You can swallow the rest of it now, faggot-girl!" he
says as he positions the head of his leaking penis at
the entrance to my boy-vagina.
Immediately I feel his aching leaking erection shove up
me all the way in one hard push. And just like my
little brother, my anus opens up completely, stretching
wide to encompass Master Noel's penis in a tight firm
massaging grip as it tries to pull his entire thrusting
organ into me.
"Didn't think you'd end up being my personal fuck-toy,
did you faggot-girl?" Master Noel sneered as he begins
to fuck me as hard as he can.
"Just imagine, our most famous high school sports jock,
the captain of our illustrious high school football
team, now my slave and lying on his back, letting me
fuck him up his hungry little vagina!" Master Noel
grunts as he pounds his dick up into me.
He takes his time, reveling in the fact I am his slave,
and that I can do nothing to stop him ravaging my body.
"Got to tell you faggot-girl? You look so good when
you're being fucked by all my friends. Oh yeah indeed,
it really turns me on! Can't just wait until tonight
when they all get here for another one of our gang-bang
sessions!" Master Noel grunts excitedly as he slams his
erect penis even harder up into my vagina.
Unable to say or do anything, I lay there and feel his
cock pulsing and throbbing hugely as he pounds it in
and out of me, and in between breaths, he loudly
proclaims I am nothing but a fucking faggot-girl. That
I am now nothing more than a real-life queer faggot,
and I will always be known and used as a homosexual sex
slave for the rest of my life.
My humiliation is deep, my shame all-encompassing, and
I know he is right. There is nothing I can do but
submit to his and all his friends perverted lusts and
perform like the faggot girl he wants me to be.
If I could cry I would, but the micro-chip in my spine
won't let me. It forces me to smile up lovingly into my
master's face and thank him over and over again for
making me into his personal faggot whore.
Suddenly Master Noel's alarm clock went off next to the
bed, a loud shrill ring that indicates it is time for
Master Noel to get up, shower and ready himself for
another busy school day.
"Oh shit! Well, we can finish this off in the shower as
you wash me, I suppose." Master Noel says as he removes
his raging cock from my anus with a loud pop, and
stretches his limbs as he stands up.
August, Master Noel's other pleasure slave, who
silently stands in the mandatory slave position with
his hands clasped behind his back, his feet planted
wide apart, his crotch pushed forward all the way and
his thick six and a half inch erect penis jutting out
from his hairless groin, immediately races into the
master's bathroom, turns on the shower taps and adjusts
the water temperature to just the way Master Noel's
likes it.
Justin has also moved off the bed and is already
waiting for Master Noel to step into the centre of the
very large showering cubicle, soap and wash cloth in
hand.
Just as quickly I hurry under the fine spray of warm
flowing water and as Master Noel steps under it as
well, I begin soaping up his chest, stomach and under
his arm pits as Justin washes his back and applies
shampoo to the master's wet hair.
Quickly we scrub him clean, and as I wash the foaming
suds off the front of his body, I lean forward and run
the flat of my tongue over his hairy skin to make sure
I have thoroughly cleaned every inch of his large
muscled body.
My little brother is doing the same to his back, and as
I wash and lick under Master Noel's armpits, I can see
Justin has now dropped to his knees and is burying his
face deep into the cleft of the master's arse cheeks.
"Now get on your knees, faggot-girl! And be quick about
it!" Master Noel orders me, and immediately I drop to
my knees and taking his rock-hard penis into my mouth,
I start sucking him off as firmly and pleasurably as I
can, while at the same time, soaping up his hairy
crotch and large fat bloated balls.
As always, I look up into his face as I suck his penis
and wash all around his groin. I can hear Justin is now
sucking on Master Noel's arsehole, running the tip of
his tongue around the master's tight virgin hole as he
tickles it and sucks firmly.
"Get back on your feet and turn around, bend over and
grab your ankles. I don't mind the blow job you were
just giving me, but I'd much rather fuck your faggot
pussy. Now hurry up!" Master Noel says to me as he
pushes my mouth away from his throbbing cock.
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 submission 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 reason 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 skilled 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 reason 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 unconscious
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 brutality.
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 personally 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 person, 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 bleeding-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 shit 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 sleep 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 personal
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.
To be honest, I was proud of myself. I'd just turned 18
years old a few weeks before, and standing really tall
at 6' 4", with a shock of sandy blond hair and deep
blue eyes, many of our relatives and friends kept
telling me I should concentrate really hard on
football. In their view, if I really practiced hard, I
just might get selected to play professionally, and
help drag my family out of the depths of poverty we
lived in.
Then they'd all go on about how good looking I was too.
Kept saying if I didn't make the national pro football
circuit, then maybe I should seriously consider
becoming a professional male model for some famous
fashion magazine.
Of course it always made me blush whenever they said
that. But in a strange selfish way, I kind of liked the
compliment. Because whenever I looked in the mirror,
I'd see my large biceps bulging hugely as I flexed my
arms, as well as my deltoid muscles raised high on my
shoulders.
I was also proud of my nicely developed pecs expanding
prominently whenever I stuck my chest out, and I knew
my smooth well defined rock solid washboard abs
emphasising my taut flat stomach looked great. All in
all, I could see that I really have been blessed in the
looks department.
And when it comes to my slim firm hips, tight round
bubble-butted buttocks and thick muscled legs, I know
that all the hard work I've been putting in at the free
citizen's public gym downtown has more than paid off,
especially in keeping me in tip-top condition for when
I'm playing my favourite sport of all time, football.
But most importantly, regardless of how good I look,
I've been taught never to look down at others or judge
people because they might not look as good as me. My
dad and mum are emphatic in that area, and say me and
my brothers all have to be grateful for any small
mercies God has granted us in our lives.
Needless to say, my first day at my new school was a
mind-blowing experience.
There was nothing to compare with the wealth, glitz and
glamour that oozed from the very walls of this very
exclusive private school. Also, to my surprise and
discomfort, every student had their own personal slave.
Believe me, that in itself is an indicator of how posh
this high school really was, as only the very wealthy
could afford slaves in our town.
The school gym alone boasted an auditorium jam-packed
with all the latest state-of-the-art gym and fitness
equipment, and the huge indoor Olympic pool, dozen
tennis and basketball courts just blew my mind away.
Anyway, within a week of starting there, I was made the
team's new quarterback and immediately promoted to
being captain. Also, as more and more students and
teachers got to know me and come and watch me play and
steer our winning team into the semi-finals of the
post-season bowls, I was suddenly being proclaimed a
young rising star who would go on to rival the amazing
records set by the all-time great, Sherman Atherton.
They were exciting heady days, and by the end of the
first month, outside of school, I was being
propositioned by as many as ten young women a week, all
of whom would come to watch me play.
Of course, I never told my parents or brothers about
that, as we're all very strict Christians. But I reckon
my dad knew I was getting laid on a regular basis, as
he'd sometimes slap me on the back heartily and wink
whenever my mother would ask me if I'd met any nice
Christian girls yet.
Anyway, I was on a high, my young life was looking
incredible, and I felt like the future was mine to
shape and mould as I moved forward.
Unfortunately, I was left a little dismayed by the
attitudes of a small group of students, who hung
together and for some reason took an instant disliking
to me. I don't know what I'd done wrong to upset them,
but the result was I got into a lot of needless scrapes
that just shouldn't have happened really.
I mean, I'm not a violent person, but I do know how to
stand up for my rights. And if I see one of the younger
male students being picked on by two or three other
older school bullies, then I'll immediately step in.
Besides, it's the Christian thing to do.
Also, I was finding it really hard to accept the way
some of the students treated their slaves. Each student
was allowed to bring in one male slave from home to
look after their daily needs, such as, carry their
books and backpacks, run errands to the library,
collect their lunches and generally be on hand whenever
they were needed.
No female slaves were permitted on the high school
premises, as the principal, teachers and parents
thought that would be too much of a distraction for a
high school full of young randy sexually aware teenage
boys.
And as required by law, all slaves wore no clothes
whatsoever. Completely naked, they would always stand
in the traditional mandatory slave position of hands
clasped behind their backs, heads bowed low, legs wide
apart and their crotches thrust out in front of their
bodies when they weren't serving their masters.
Also, apart from the elaborate brands of their owners'
family crest burnt into their left buttocks, they were
completely devoid of any body hair, except that which
grew on their head.
The most disturbing aspect of it all for me was how
they were always forced to maintain a rock-hard
erection at all times as they stood silently behind
their owners.
One of my close friends eventually clued on to my
ignorance and confusion, telling me how the use of
micro-chipping always kept slaves erect all the time.
It still didn't answer my question really, because I
couldn't understand why anyone would want a slave to be
erect all the time anyway.
It all seemed a bit bizarre and obscene to me.
Also, many of the slaves wore metal and ceramic
piercings of varying sizes and weights all over their
bodies, while some even had much of their bodies
covered in huge intricately designed tattoos that
reflected the incredibly wealthy status of the slave
owner's family.
But what I found to be even more distasteful and
revolting was every time I walked into the main student
common room, or into the boy's gym, shower and toilet
block, there would always be quite a number of slaves
on their knees, hands behind their backs, heads bent
forward as they performed fellatio on their masters or
serviced a whole group of their masters' friends.
Also I learned very early on to avoid the student's
private resting rooms, which were large dormitory-style
rooms expensively furnished with comfortable bunks and
cots, for whenever any of the boys needed to have time
out and lie down anytime during the day.
The first time I walked into one, my eyes nearly
dropped out of my head as I witnessed a young naked
slave lying flat on his back, knees bent over his
master's shoulders, being roughly fucked on one of the
larger double bunk beds. Near them, another slave was
positioned on his hands and knees and was being banged
from both ends by two older students who were urging
each other on in loud ribald voices.
I rushed out of there quick smart, being careful to
keep my mouth shut. Because even though homosexuality
is illegal in most states of our nation, and anyone
found out to be gay is usually enslaved, it seemed sex
between free citizen men and male slaves is totally
acceptable, even encouraged. But after what I'd seen
back there, well I have to admit, I just didn't get it!
To me that just wasn't right. It was repulsive and
downright sickening, and sometimes, I would catch a
glimpse and see the blank lost looks on some of these
poor slave's faces, and wonder how it could be in this
modern day of advanced technology, such cruelty and
barbarity could still exist.
You see, my brothers and I had been brought up to
believe slavery of any type was morally and ethically
wrong, and that homosexuality was a terrible mortal
sin. But as God-fearing Christians, we had to learn to
be tolerant and caring of all those less fortunate than
ourselves.
Me, I had to bite my tongue on many occasions and keep
my opinions to myself. Regardless of how I personally
felt about the sad plight of the enslaved, I knew the
law looked down harshly on anybody who openly
criticized our supposedly progressive society.
But I also had another problem.
Noel Morgan!
He was 19, one year older than me, and was also a few
inches shorter than me. But from the moment I met him,
I could tell he didn't like me one bit.
At first he stayed away from me, as if sulking like a
spoilt brat, and then he openly stuck his nose up in
the air, and loudly proclaimed he didn't support low-
life poor scum coming to his school, sponging off the
benefits that his and the rest of the student's parents
paid to the school.
Most of the other students would laugh and joke about
it, explaining to me it was just all sour-grapes. All
because I was new and had replaced him as Captain of
our school football team. At the time, I just shrugged
my shoulders, because I really didn't like him either.
What really shocked me though was late one afternoon,
while we were all showering after a very long practice
session, Noel and three of his flunkies pushed their
way past all the other naked guys to stand next to me
in the shower stalls.
At first I tried to ignore him as he suds up under the
fine spray of the warm jetting water, but then I could
feel him running his eyes all over my wet naked body.
And when I glared back at him, I found him staring at
my butt cheeks with a strange look in his eyes.
I mean to say, was he perving on me or what?
"You know Brad! Might be great if just you and I got
together after school later this week! Bet a good
looking poor guy like you could do with making some
easy cash! Besides, I ain't been getting any lately and
the thought of fucking your tight hole, and letting you
be my bitch, really turns me on!" he said to me as he
licked his lips and stroked his thickening penis
lewdly.
I stared at him in disbelief. Like I mentioned earlier,
I knew things like that happened in the world, men
having unnatural relations with other men and I admit I
saw it happening every day at school between students
and slaves. But for Noel to even think that I was that
way inclined!
He must have seen the look of fury on my face, because
he quickly backed up a bit, uncertain of himself.
"What's your fucking problem? There's nothing wrong if
you put out for me and some of my buddies once in a
while! Especially for a few bucks! At least you could
buy yourself some decent clothes and not look like a
low-life derelict scum whenever you're in school." he
scoffed, and then he lowered his voice in a
conspiratorial tone.
"Besides, no one else need know, and I reckon I'd be
doing you a favour if you let me fuck that tight
looking pussy of yours!" he said, oblivious to the fact
my knuckles were turning white at my sides.
Instantly I stepped up to him, raised my fists and
glared into his eyes.
"If you and your friends don't get the fuck out of my
face and away from me right now, I'm going to beat the
living crap out of the lot of you. Now fuck off!" I
said, my voice rising with menace as I took a step
closer to him.
"Well fuck you, low-life! You don't have to get all
riled up! Just trying to be friendly!" he growled back
at me and for a moment I thought he was going to
challenge me before he suddenly spun around and stormed
off.
It was Daniel Maddox, who was a year younger than me
and who'd become a close friend since I'd first
enrolled, who finally walked up to me shaking his head
nervously.
"I'd stay out of Noel's way if I were you! He's a nasty
bit of work, and his family is the most powerful people
in this state. So you don't want to go upsetting him or
any of his friends!" he warned as he toweled himself
dry.
I'd thought that would be the end of Noel Morgan and
any problems I might have with him. He did stay away
from me, and even when we were together at training or
when playing a match, he'd pull his weight and do what
I told him.
But we finally had another run-in two months later.
One thing about me is I'm a really sociable guy. I like
to meet people, especially the other students at
school, and I don't care what grade they're in, or
whether they're into sports on not. As long as they're
cool and friendly, well I got time for them.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when I suddenly
bumped into Evan one morning. He wasn't watching where
he was going as he was walking along reading a text
book, and after bouncing off me, found himself on his
back looking up into my concerned face.
That's when I saw the look of terror on his face. Poor
kid! He thought I was going to beat him up or
something.
"You okay? Come on, let me help you up!" I said to him
as I held out my hand. At first he just stared at it
and then back into my face before he allowed me to help
him stand.
We kind of became friends in a strange sort of way. I
know he was in awe of me, but anytime I saw him close
by, I'd go up and talk to him and see how he was. And
even though he was one grade below me, I figured he was
okay, a bit of a loner, and if I saw anyone hassling
him, I'd immediately step in and break it up.
What I didn't realise, was Evan happened to be Noel's
younger brother. How stupid of me! It never occurred to
me that they could have been brothers, and no one told
me either. Noel, even though he was an absolute
arsehole, was very athletic, kept in shape, stood 6'
tall and had a spoilt confidence about him that was
totally lacking in Evan.
Evan on the other hand, was a short kid, probably 5' 5"
in height, really skinny, and tended to like to hang
out with all the computer geeks and in the library. Not
that there's anything wrong with that, it just took me
by surprise when I found out they were related.
But find out I did. One afternoon I found myself
walking to my next class, when I came across Noel as he
was beating up on Evan in front of about twelve other
students.
I couldn't help myself when I stepped forward, grabbed
Noel from behind and pulled him up off Evan's cringing
body, all the while, telling Noel to cool it and calm
down.
At first he was confused, unaware someone had
manhandled him in such a way, but as he turned around
and saw it was me, he suddenly went ape-shit and came
swinging at me with his fists. Well, for me, that was
enough.
I took one look at Noel and laughed at how stupid he
looked, pulled back my fist, and before he knew what
had hit him, punched him right in the jaw. He went out
like a light, collapsing on his back on the ground.
Anyway, as I helped Evan to his feet, asking him if he
was okay, I heard Noel start to moan as he woke up.
He'd only been out for a few seconds, but I could see
he was disorientated, gazing around in a daze. Suddenly
I felt a bit guilty I'd landed him such a hard one like
that.
Feeling a bit ashamed, I went over and reached down to
offer him my hand.
"Come on Noel! Sorry I had to do that, but you left me
no choice. Here, let me help you up." I said, but to my
surprise, he swatted it away, stared at me with a glare
of pure hate, and once he'd stumbled back up onto his
feet, he walked away rubbing his chin.
"Thanks Brad, I really appreciate what you did for me.
But I've got to warn you. You'd better watch your back
from now on, because I know my brother, and he'll come
after you with a vengeance!" Evan said sadly to me, as
he picked up his school books and quickly headed for
his next class.
***
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 forced 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 father
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 mother 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 personal 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 father and Noel insisted I get
myself my own personal 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 person 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 father 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 childhood 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
unconscious 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 reason 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 father and
our overseer Mr Hendricks, huddled closely together,
talking in hushed tones. Then, when my father 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 father, half listening in to what Noel was saying,
turned around from the slave he was inspecting, and
heartily slapped his eldest son on his back.
"I'm proud of you, son. 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 father turned towards me smiling grandly.
"And Evan, I do hope you'll make me proud too son, by
accepting your brother's very generous gift." My father
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 father
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 father, 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 father 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 father 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 father 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 enforcement 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 person 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 forced 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 rambled 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 father 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 personalised 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
shitting 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
personal 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 reason, 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 father. 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 sleeping 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.
***
2.1 Noel Morgan - A Diabolical Plan Decided
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)
***
A lot of people think I needlessly pick on my youngest
brother, always heaping unnecessary scorn, ridicule and
violence on him in the most cruel and insidious ways
possible.
For some reason, they don't appreciate that what I'm
doing for Evan is nothing more than trying to get him
to be a man. I want him to take responsibility for what
he is and who he is, accept that his family legacy
demands that he become far more motivated and stop
acting like a queer pussy.
If I told you that my constant harassing of Evan has
only ever been in his best interest, and that I
actually love my brother very much, you'd probably
laugh in my face and tell me I'm nothing but a bare-
faced liar.
Well, to be honest, I don't give a flying fuck what
anyone else thinks, because the reality is, Evan has to
one day take his rightful place next to me in our
family dynasty.
Evan has to start looking towards his future and start
toughening up. The time for him to grow up is now, and
I'll do anything to break him out of his pitiful wimpy
complacency, so he's ready to help me run the family
estate when our father eventually hands over those vast
responsibilities to both of us.
So in a way, it was fortuitous the day I was teaching
Evan a lesson on how to be a man, trying to get him to
stand up for himself against me in front of my friends,
that Brad Cahill, that sleazy faggot whore, sidled up
behind me and pushed me away from my own brother.
Yeah! I can admit it! I went ballistic. All I could see
at that moment were rivers of blood, with this tall
blond-haired nancy-girl's dead carcass quickly swept up
and carried off to oblivion.
I mean, how dare he interfere and show me up in front
of all my friends!
All of a sudden, I found myself swinging my fists as I
lunged at him. And then just as quickly, a million
starbursts exploded in my head and suddenly the lights
went out.
I can't tell you how ashamed I was when I came too
seconds later! To find myself covered in dust and dirt,
lying on my back as a group of about forty students
gathered around me laughed at my complete humiliation
at the hands of that fucking faggot-girl.
And as I'd looked over at my brother Evan, I watched in
fury as even he tried not to laugh, a smirk raising the
corners of his mouth.
It's funny, how in moments like these, the light goes
on, and you know what you have to do. It happened to me
as I listened red-faced to the laughter and applause
that swirled around me.
Within a fraction of a second, I knew it was time to
smash the false image erected around Brad Cahill off
his self appointed pedestal.
I knew in that instant, it was now time to put an end
to the queer's sad belief he was one of us and his
interference of my family's affairs as well. But more
importantly, I knew it would be Evan who would be
instrumental in finally teaching the cunt where his
place in society really lay.
With a calmness and clarity of mind that startled me,
and keeping my cool, I swatted away with disdain the
proffered hand the faggot-girl extended to me as I
struggled to lift myself up onto unsteady feet.
And as I walked away, refusing to acknowledge the
fucking turd's condescending comments that we should
just shake hands and let bygones be bygones, I vowed to
myself that within the week, that slut's pussy would be
all mine.
Then we'd all see who was laughing.
But what really surprised me was the painful erection
I'd suddenly sprouted as I'd stood up and stared with
rage into the brilliant blue eyes of my nemesis.
Suddenly I found myself intensely attracted to him. I
found myself thinking how extraordinarily good looking
he was, marveling at how he even appeared massively
powerful in a strange sexual way.
Immediately I shook my head, dispelling the frightening
gay-like thoughts from my mind, putting it down to the
knock to my head.
Of course, as I walked away feeling confused while at
the same time silently cursing the cunt, I had to smile
as I don't think people realise just how powerful the
Morgan family really is.
Silly when you do think about it, because all you have
to do is look up the business editions of the region's
local newspapers to find out Morgan Global Industries
owns two thirds of the state. My father is reputed to
have a net worth of over $28 billion, with both Evan
and I sitting comfortably on $2.5 billion each.
So it honesty wasn't all that hard to work out how to
deal with cunt-face.
Of course, by the time I got home, back on track and
now seething with rage, I not only wanted to destroy
the interfering cunt and all he stood for, but his
entire family too by this stage. Not all that hard to
do either, especially if you've got the right
connections and a lot of money.
For me, it only took one phone call, and my scheme was
set in motion.
As I'd anticipated, the Federal Internal Tax Office
(FITO) suddenly received an anonymous tip-off and began
to investigate Sam Cahill, Brad's father, for not
having declared an undisclosed amount of income 22
years ago.
By the next morning, charges were drawn up against
Cahill senior, charges that would see the old man and
his whole family end up enslaved.
But for me, it still wasn't good enough that I had
beaten that queer-girl. Once he'd been enslaved, I
needed Brad Cahill to know that I was personally
involved in his and his family's downfall and
destruction.
I needed him to come begging on bended knee before me,
admitting to me that he was nothing but a queer girlie-
boy, begging to suck my hard uncut cock like the faggot
he really is, and for him to do it in front of all my
best friends.
So it was decided. Like I've said faggot-girl and his
family's arrest and enslavement was so easy to
orchestrate. My contact knew what I wanted, and pressed
the necessary buttons that would send the Cahill family
into a living nightmare.
And once the family was in custody and Sam Cahill had
signed the appropriate legal documents, then the State
Slave Enforcement Agency would move in and pick up Brad
from the school dorm apartment he was staying on
campus.
Of course, there were only three conditions I demanded,
demands that I was quite happy to pay handsomely for!
Firstly, none of the three Cahill boys was to be
physical scarred in any way. These would not be your
typical 'run of the mill' slaves, so I wanted their
skin intact and silky smooth as the day they were born
when they were eventually handed over to me. Oh, I
didn't mind if they were slapped around and beaten up
and bruised a bit, but I did not want their skin cut or
disfigured in any way.
Secondly, upon their arrest, I wanted faggot-girl and
his two younger brothers to be immediately micro-
chipped and then repeatedly raped and gang-banged. I
wanted them totally clear headed and aware of what was
happening to them, terrified of their predicament, but
most importantly, unable to stop their young teenage
bodies from responding enthusiastically and eagerly as
they were sodomised over and over again.
Thirdly, their whole ordeal, every second of it, was to
be video recorded, and the original copies of their
arrest, enslavement and slave training sent to me on a
daily basis. As for his parents, well, I didn't give a
damn what happened to them.
And if all went to plan, it would be faggot-girl who
would come to me on his knees, begging and pleading for
me to help him and his brothers from the nightmare they
were enmeshed in. Then I would make sure he suffered
untold mental and physical anguish as I plucked the
last vestiges of his young proud teenage masculinity
from him.
Now I ask you? Have you ever watched any of those late-
night cable TV channels that show reality cop and law
enforcement programs all night long?
If you have, you can imagine such a raid being carried
out against the Cahill residence late one winter's
night. Although Brad was staying at the high school
student dorm campus that evening, it was fun to watch
video footage of the rest of his family; his parents
and two brothers, bleary eyed and terrified, confronted
by 40 armed police and FITO agents.
Video footage of Sam Cahill and his wife bundled out of
their cozy warm beds, stripped naked, handcuffed with
their hands behind their backs, gagged and blinkered,
with small electronic plugs inserted deep in their ears
to remove all surrounding auditory sounds, as they were
quickly frog marched out to a waiting armoured police
van, where they were thrown in the back and taken away
for interrogation.
More exciting was the incredible close up footage of
the two young teenage brothers blubbering and wailing
as they were dragged out of the bedroom they shared by
20 armed agents, their pajamas and skimpy jockey brief
underwear painfully ripped off their young firm
youthful teenage bodies.
And as they wept and tried to cover their shameful
nakedness with their trembling hands, the full frame
video captures zeroing in as the petrified boys were
roughly thrown onto their stomachs on the carpeted
floor of their small lounge room, where the team leader
of the heavily armed police and FITO agents carefully
injected the slave microchips into the back of their
spines.
I can tell you the only existing video, which I own, is
absolutely fascinating viewing. Especially as the armed
men grabbed the boys' legs and arms, pulled them apart
and held them spread-eagled as each uniformed man took
their time brutally sodomising them over and over
again.
Back then I remember viewing it for the first time, and
at some point as August was sucking me off I thrilled
at the scene of the two naked sobbing brothers suddenly
falling silent, completely confused and horrified that
their bodies were now vigorously responding to the
vicious anal and oral rapes they were being subjected
to.
And when the men had finally finished, how the shocked
and stunned boys were wrenched up onto their feet to be
hurried along on the tips of their toes with three very
thick latex-covered probing fingers shoved all the way
up their severely stretched cum-filled rectums into a
waiting police vehicle. It was then that I decided I
wanted to own them as well as their big brother,
faggot-girl.
How my mind leapt with hideous joy as I began to
fantasise about all the erotically juicy things I could
do to them once they were in my clutches, how I could
use the two younger brothers to completely break
faggot-girl's will once and for all.
Again, it's strange to remember just how quickly events
moved back then.
It had taken me only one afternoon from the time queer-
girl had punched me in the face and knocked me flat on
my back, to have my contact get the ball rolling.
And by late Thursday evening and the following Friday
morning, the whole family had been arrested, brought
before the courts and each family member condemned to
the maximum penalty of 'slavery for life'.
It just goes to show you how powerful the Morgan family
name is here in New Texico and what enough money thrown
around can really buy.
Both the parents, of no value whatsoever to anyone,
were immediately sold after their interrogation and
enslavement to a large bauxite mining outfit, where
they would probably live out the remainder of their now
severely reduced mortal existence. For all anyone
knows, they're probably dead now and good riddance.
And then there was faggot-girl and his two brothers?
I immediately offered an astronomical figure to
purchase them straight away, an amount which the courts
found to be more than generous.
Within two hours they were legally mine, and as had
been arranged with the courts approval, my three new
slaves were immediately transported to the state-owned
'Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'. Known
as one of the state's most progressive slave training
centres in the country, they publicly guaranteed
immediate results within seven days, or your money
returned.
There my new slaves would undergo a four week intensive
slave training program that would break their wills and
their minds in preparation for their next ordeal, which
was to be delivered to their new master - me.
I know it sounds so harsh, especially since the micro-
chipping actually makes slave training unnecessary. But
the truth is, micro-chipping doesn't take away free
will, or make a slave completely loyal and obedient to
their owners.
Oh, they do what they're told and do it very well, but
all slave owners want their property to truly
understand the importance of servicing their masters
with unwavering obedience.
And that's what I wanted for Brad. Fact is I wanted
faggot-girl's very spirit completely broken before he
was handed over to me. I wanted him cowering at my
feet, knowing he was my slave and I had beaten him, and
that his very existence depended on my good will.
But a week before they would eventually be handed back
to me, I wanted to see them at the Slave Training
Centre.
It was important I gauged their initial reaction to me,
especially queer-girl's, so I could then lay the
foundations whereby Evan would assist me in making Brad
into nothing more than a broken down useless gay
pleasure slave, and for faggot-girl to help me in
directing Evan down a future path I needed him to
travel.
***
2.2 Brad Cahill - A Nightmare Requiem
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
The terrible events of that fateful night will be
forever etched into my memory.
One moment I'm a well-known, well-liked student and
football captain for the most prestigious all boy's
high school college I attend, and then suddenly my
whole family, including me, had been enslaved to a
lifetime of servitude.
It seemed so unreal, a hellish horrifying nightmare
that had come to life, and there wasn't a damned thing
I could do to fight it.
I still find it difficult to think back to that night,
of how the appearance of six uniformed Slave
Enforcement Officers would so dramatically change my
life.
On that particular evening, a Tuesday night, I was in
my campus dorm room, fast asleep, when they came to get
me.
Because I'd won a special football scholarship, I'd
been allocated a single dorm room, much like a small
one bedroom apartment on campus, where I'd stay during
the normal five day school week, and then late on
Friday afternoons, I'd hightail it home for the
weekends with my family.
The steady pounding and loud thumping on my bedroom
door eventually roused me from my deep sleep, and
feeling very irritated and pissed off, I got up and
answered the door. I only had a pair of comfortable
loose fitting y-fronts on, and because I thought it was
just one of the guys mucking around and making a racket
in the hall, I didn't think to put anything else on.
To say I was shocked to see six SE officers standing
there, four in the hallway outside my room and two
standing directly in front of me in the open doorway,
asking my permission to enter my room is an
understatement. I stood there stunned, wondering what
the hell they could want with me.
All six officers were smiling, looking me up and down
in strange uncomfortable way as they returned friendly
grins that were meant to put me at ease. Instantly I
was wide awake and now quite nervous. Everyone knew of
the SEO, and their reputation for being very heavy
handed if required.
"My name is Officer Downing and these are Officers
Conroy, Denton, Reeves, Atkinson and Rodriguez. We're
here on behalf of the Slave Enforcement Division! Do
you mind if we come in? The matter we're here to see
you about is a bit too delicate to be discussed out
here in the hallway." stated SE Officer Downing, his
smile not wavering once.
I immediately stepped back and invited them in, then
waited for one of the six officers to say something.
But they just stood crowded in the middle of my
bedroom, again looking me up and down with that strange
disconcerting look in their eyes, smiling at me with
their arms crossed in front of their chests. Finally I
looked down at myself, and realising my lack of
clothing, I apologised and quickly crossed to where my
t-shirt and gym shorts lay rumpled on the floor.
"Son, there's no need for you to get dressed, but if
you'd be so kind as to sit down at your desk over
there, we'll get down to business straight away." said
Officer Downing, the larger of the uniformed men.
You know that sinking feeling you get in your gut
sometimes, when you know someone is about to give you
really bad news. Well, that's how I felt as I lowered
myself into the swivel-chair positioned in front of my
computer desk, especially when all the men slowly and
casually walked towards me, to stand surrounding me.
"Firstly Brad, we'd like for you to take a look at this
legal document which will explain the reason for our
visit. Take your time reading them, as we need you to
fully understand why we are here." Officer Downing said
slowly.
With shaking fingers I accepted the rolled file he
handed me, and uncurling the single sheet, I read the
first line on the clear white parchment, swallowing
with disbelief at the frightening inscription glaring
up at me.
And then Officer Downing began speaking in a firm
steady voice.
"Brad Cahill! I am required by law to advise you, that
as of 8:30pm this evening, being approximately two
hours ago, you were officially and legally registered
within this fair state of New Texico as a lifetime
indentured slave." he announced.
"You will henceforth be accorded all the rights and
privileges bestowed on all slaves within the state of
New Texico, and will from this moment on, observe all
rules and regulations assigned to you as a slave."
"As of this moment, you are now officially stripped of
your free citizen status, to be immediately micro-
chipped and, in accordance with the New Texico state
law, you will then be removed from these premises and
placed in the care of the New Texico Slave Enforcement
facility until the proper authorized processes for your
sale or auction are finalised." he stated officially.
I heard him speaking, but at the same time I didn't.
All I could do was look blankly down at the paper in my
hand and shake my head uncomprehending. My mind was
swimming, a spiraling whirlpool in my head that left me
feeling completely lost, confused and nauseous.
Stunned by the enormity of what was happening, I
immediately looked at the signatory names at the bottom
of document. It couldn't be. There was my father's
signature. It had to be a mistake, a terrible mind-
boggling error.
I frantically scanned the page again, and my eyes fell
on the names of my two brothers, Sean and Justin! It
couldn't be! Their names were also included in this
document, meaning they'd been enslaved as well.
It was too much. I looked up into the now stony faces
of six SE officers, and unable to say anything, but
silently pleading with my eyes for them to help me
understand, to help me make sense of this madness.
"Boy, you are now officially a slave, and there's
absolutely nothing you can do about it! And as they
say, 'Once a slave, always a slave', so you'd better
get used to your new slave status quick smart! Now
stand up and turn around, and put your wrists behind
your back like a well behaved slave!" Officer Downing
said to me sternly.
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
humiliation, 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 humiliation.
"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 Atkinson, 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 Atkinson 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 Atkinson 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 forcing
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 personal
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 Atkinson'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 Atkinson 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 Atkinson 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 hobbled
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 Atkinson'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 force
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 brutally
and responding to the abuse 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 forced 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 humiliation, 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
personal 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 shit from him. If for any reason 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 father.
"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
resembled 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 personal 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, forcing 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 asleep 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 drink 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 resembled Brad Cahill, and was
completely obedient to every one of my sexual desires.
Eventually I fell back asleep, 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.
I must have been looking stupidly back at my older
brother, with a blank look on my face. How could he
even think I'd do that? Swallow was mine, and I knew I
was developing close feelings towards him. I couldn't
possibly betray him like that.
Noel must have been reading my mind, because he
suddenly smiled at me and chuckled loudly.
"He's nothing but a sex slave, Evan. Remember that at
all times. He's been trained to do whatever you want
and with anyone you want him to do it with. He doesn't
care or mind. His only concern in life is to make sure
you are happy at all times. Anyway, you might find
things at school will change quite dramatically for the
better once everyone sees him tagging behind you." Noel
finished as he once again slapped me on the back and
raced off to get ready for school.
And Noel was right. I couldn't believe how many of the
students came up to me when I walked through the
corridors of the high school classrooms. Before I'd
even stepped inside, Joe Becker, a guy two grades above
me who had always picked on me whenever he saw me,
suddenly came up and asked if he could inspect Swallow
there and then.
I was amazed. As I looked up at him, he kept running
his eyes appreciatively over Swallow's naked body,
waiting for me to give him permission. It was obvious
to everyone there that my slave was a truly unique
slave, and a very expensive one at that.
I mean, what could I say? Of course I agreed, and I
watched as Joe immediately grabbed Swallow's erection
and pumped it, before spinning him around so he could
slide two large fingers up my slave's arsehole.
"Do you mind if he gives me a quick blow job before
classes start. Love to see how good he is and I'd owe
you one if you let him suck me off! We can go to the
guy's toilet right now if you don't mind?" Joe said
enviously, hoping I'd say yes.
So this is what Noel meant! I was really beginning to
like the new opportunities opening up for me. I knew
now high school would never be the same again. In fact,
with Swallow in tow, I could see how I would suddenly
become a well-known, well-liked student from this day
forth.
I mean just consider it. Here was Joe Becker, a huge
fat smelly guy who always terrorised me whenever he saw
me, asking my permission to use Swallow, and promising
he'd lay off me if I let him.
Anyway, Joe hurriedly led the way to the boy's toilets,
where once inside, he forced Swallow onto his knees,
unzipped his school pants and took his large uncut
erect cock, before jamming it all the way into my
slave's mouth.
I watched entranced, unable to look away as Swallow
knelt there obediently sucking him off. The look on
Joe's face was one of complete joy as he grabbed hold
of my slave's ears and fucked his sucking mouth as hard
as he could. When he came, he zipped up, and thanking
me loudly, promised he'd keep the other bullies off my
back if I'd let him do it again same time tomorrow.
And to my surprise, some of the other guys who'd come
into the toilet block to watch Joe getting blown
instantly approached me to see if they could go next.
Shrugging my shoulders, I agreed, now smiling openly as
each one stepped up to take their turn. Within 20
minutes, Swallow had blown five students, and he was
sucking on the sixth when the school bell rang.
Never had I felt so happy to be at school that morning,
knowing I had something that everyone else wanted. Not
only that, they seemed genuinely eager to do anything I
wanted for a chance to inspect Swallow and then have
him blow them.
I watched exhilarated as Swallow obediently sucked off
all the guys. And as they each ejaculated into
Swallow's mouth, they'd high five me as they zipped
back up and left.
But as the day progressed, I suddenly realised I no
longer wanted to share Swallow like this anymore. It
was during lunch break when one of my few real friends
came up to me and looked me in the eyes
"What are you doing, man? That's your personal pleasure
slave, and a really expensive one by the looks of him.
He shouldn't even be here. Besides, how can you expect
him to be totally loyal to you if you share him around
with everybody, Evan? I reckon you should get him home
and keep him there from now on."
The words struck at my heart. Swallow had been my first
sexual experience and I'd lost my virginity to him. And
as I looked at him on his knees, sucking off some young
skinny student I didn't even know, I saw for the first
time a huge despairing sadness radiating from Swallow's
hunched up kneeling body.
It was at that moment, as I realised I'd betrayed
Swallow's trust in me, that I stopped lending him out
to any other person.
So for the rest of the day, as more and more students
made their way to me, I kept him close to me and
rejected their requests, even though some offered
money.
Then the day turned into a nightmare. It was Noel's
best friends Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond who
finally came up to me at afternoon recess, wanting to
inspect Swallow. They didn't ask permission, they just
pushed me roughly out of the way as each took turns
cruelly weighing and squeezing Swallow's testicles and
then ran their hands all over my slave's firm muscular
body, before telling me they were now going to fuck
him.
At first I didn't know what to say. I mean, Swallow was
my slave, my personal pleasure slave, and I really
didn't want to share him with anyone in any sexual way
from now on. And even though Steve was a 6' tall,
muscle-bound bruiser, and Trevor was 6' 2" tall, and
both played on our high school football team alongside
my brother, there was no way in hell I was going to let
them bully me around like this, or take something from
me that wasn't theirs.
But as they dragged my slave behind them towards one of
the students' private resting rooms, with me shouting
and yelling behind them, Steve suddenly rounded on me.
"I'll let you watch us fuck this fancy bitch slave cunt
of yours, but if you try and stop either of us, we'll
rip your arms off and shove them up your arse, you
understand?" Steve growled as he threw Swallow before
him into the room and onto his back on one of the cots.
I could see the terror on Swallow's face, and all I
could do was nod my head in astonishment and fear as
Trevor slammed the door shut behind us. Maybe it would
be over as quickly as possible and I could then get
Swallow back home straight away.
Instantly Steve rushed over to Swallow where he
immediately lowered his school pants and jock strap
around his knees, grabbed Swallow's legs and placed
them over his shoulders. And before I could even move
or say anything, he shoved the full length of his
hugely thick raging seven inch erect cock all the way
up Swallow's arsehole.
The scream that came out of Swallow's mouth was so loud
that I thought my eardrums were going to explode, but
it was just as quickly silenced by the loud sickening
punches that continually connected with Swallow's
grimacing tear-stained face.
"Shut the fuck up slut, and enjoy my big fat cock
pounding your faggot pussy, slave bitch!" Steve
screamed back as he continued to brutally fuck Swallow
while at the same time slamming his fist into my
slave's face.
Suddenly I found myself roaring with rage as I raced
over and started pummeling Steve on his heavily
perspiring hairy back with my small fists, desperately
trying to get him off of my slave. Then, in the blink
of an eyelid, Trevor closed in on me and I found myself
sailing across the room, crashing against the opposite
wall and slumping down onto the floor as Steve picked
up his fuck pace and continued to sodomise Swallow
brutally.
I had struck my head against the wall, and I was
feeling concussed. Things around me seemed to slow down
as I looked around dazed and confused.
As my senses slowly returned, I heard Steve bellow
loudly as he blasted his load up Swallow's poor
tortured anus, and when he'd finally finished, Trevor
stepped forward and dropped his pants and y-front
briefs. And just as Steve had done, he lifted Swallow's
legs onto his shoulders, laid down heavily on top of my
slave and began fucking him as hard as he could.
It seemed like an eternity before Trevor shuddered all
over and he ejaculated deep up into Swallow's bowels,
but that's when I noticed for the first time that Brad
Cahill had entered the room.
Within seconds he had picked up Steve high above his
head and flung him across the room. Then he'd pulled
Trevor off Swallow and smashed his fists into Trevor's
face until he knocked him out. Then Brad returned to
Steve and began beating him around his face.
And when Steve lost consciousness, Brad hurried back to
Swallow and crying openly, hugged my raped and battered
pleasure slave close to his chest.
What the fuck was going on? I felt like I was in a
surreal movie, where nothing made sense.
I knew I should get up and thank Brad for saving my
slave, for getting Steve off of him, but what was he
doing hugging Swallow and weeping like that. Why were
they both clinging to each other and sobbing loudly.
And as I stood up unsteadily, it was as if a light bulb
went off in my head, and a sinking nauseous feeling
grew in the pit of my gut.
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 crimson red blood 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 person 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 father, Evan and Mr
Hendricks. I can admit that I knew Evan, once he'd
gotten over his shock, would choose Sean as his new
personal 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 sleep 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 humbled,
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 personal inspection.
And as I gloated at the fag's total submission 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, abusing 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 forced 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 bullshit! 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 humiliation 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 forcing 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 father 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 prison,
because apparently the 230 extremely violent and
dangerous long-term prisoners 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.
"Punishment Level 2, proceed!"
Before the faggot-girl knew what'd hit him, the tiny
neural punishment unit embedded into the nano-circuitry
of the micro-chip recently injected into Brad's spine,
sent out a rapid series of energy pulses that frayed
every nerve ending in the faggot's body.
Within seconds he'd collapsed on the floor and was
floundering around, his muscled limbs shuddering and
jerking spasmodically. His mouth opened and closed as
he tried to scream but not a sound came out. His limbs
flung out and cramped back close to his sides as
searing pain lashed his entire body simultaneously.
I laughed as I watched the faggot-girl convulse before
me, perspiration pouring off him as wave after wave of
agonising pain racked his traumatised body. My initial
setting of 'level 2' was truly inspiring, and I
wondered what would happen to the poor slave who felt
the full power of 'level 12'.
30 seconds later, as the energy pulses stopped, the
faggot-girl lay there gasping, trying desperately to
breathe as his chest heaved. Tears poured from his
terrified bulging blue eyes and he sobbed
uncontrollably as he curled himself into a fetal
position, moaning as the last residues of the agony
he'd suffered abated.
Well, at least that part of the micro-chip works, I
said to myself smiling happily as I looked down at the
queer-girl trembling there before me.
Yes, this was how it should be! I sighed happily as I
looked down at the queer-cunt panting and gasping in
shocked pain at my feet.
Fag was getting his breathe back as I was watching, so
just for the fun of it, I smiled as I decided to see
what would happen if I increased the punishment level.
"Punishment Level 4, proceed!" I commanded.
The effect on faggot was instantaneous and spectacular.
Flopping about on his back, his limbs cramped and
paralysed up against his body, he again bucked and
spasmed, shuddered and shook all over far more
violently than he did the first time. His eyes bulged
out even further and spittle sprayed from his gaping
silently screaming mouth.
And as his body began to stop trembling in pain, I
again raised my voice.
"Punishment Level 5, proceed!"
It was a long few minutes before the faggot finally
calmed down and once the energy pulses had stopped, it
still took the fag more than 3 minutes to regain
conscious awareness as the intense seizures of pure
searing agony continued to torture every nerve ending
of his body. And then another 6 minutes of struggling
pathetically around as he tried to make his body and
muscles move so he could pull himself up onto his
knees.
"Oh, for fuck sake, get up on your feet! You're
starting to really bore me now, and I've got more
important things to attend to than worrying about you
and you fucking brothers, faggot!" I said.
Precariously, shaking all over, he finally got to his
feet. With snort leaking from his nose, tear rolling
down his cheeks and snuffling back weakly at the sobs
that racked his large tortured muscular body, he
managed to look me in the face.
"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let
me take my brothers out of here! I've got to protect
them, and I'm all they have now! I'll do whatever you
want, I promise!" he said softly, his voice breaking as
he sobbed openly in front of me.
"Well, well, well! Here we are and the mighty captain
of our football team is begging me to save him and his
brothers. But it isn't good enough that I've just freed
you, is it? No thanks from you for that little bit of
compassion! Now you want me to do more?" I spat at him
sneering.
"Now listen to me real carefully, you stupid faggot
cunt!" I said.
"You're right! It was me! I did this to you. To you,
and to your whole fucked up mongoloid family! And do
you want to know why, slave? Because I hate your putrid
fucking guts! And just for your info, I've always hated
you, since the day you first enrolled in my school."
"And seeing you like this, standing before me begging,
offering to do anything I want, just confirms the utter
revulsion I have towards you!" I told him in a low
ominous voice, watching the frightened broken look
deepen within his eyes as he absorbed what I was
saying.
"Now you know the truth! And there's not a damned thing
you can do about it because that micro-chip in your
spine will make you do whatever I want, regardless of
the fact I've just let you go free. Now if I were you,
I suggest you get your fucking act together, and hurry
on out of here, and hope to God I never see you again!"
I snarled scornfully.
"And just remember this, faggot-girl! After one month,
your brothers will be sold as I told you, and I'll make
a nice tidy profit. So you better get used to the idea
that you're now all alone in the big wide world, cunt!"
I said, digging the barb in deeper as I sneered at him.
"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let
my brothers go!" Faggot-girl blubbered, looking at me
in the most soulful doe-eyed way as he suddenly sunk
down to his knees in front of me.
This was it! The moment I'd been waiting for had
arrived! Immediately I changed tacked, and speaking to
him in a clear firm voice, I ordered him to look up
into my eyes.
"Okay faggot-girl! I'll make a deal with you! All you
have to do is turn up at my place in ten days time.
Some of my friends will be there, and I want you to get
on your knees and beg me to suck my dick. And then
you're going to beg me to fuck you!"
"Once I've finished with you, you're going to do the
same with my friends. If by the end of the night I'm
happy with your total obedience and performance, you
will then voluntarily sign a legal document which will
make you my little brother's personal pleasure slave.
If you do this, then I won't sell your brothers, and
I'll hand them over to you to do with as you please." I
added.
"It's totally up to you, Brad! Of course, it shouldn't
worry you when it comes to sucking cock, or getting
fucked up the arse, especially after what I've just
witnessed here today. Anyway, you've got ten days to
make up your mind." I finished.
"I'll do whatever you want, but what about my brothers?
I need to see them before I leave! They need to know
that everything will be alright!" he wept, groaning in
despair as he looked up at me.
"No, you can't see them until after ten days. Don't
worry! I'll go explain everything to them now. They
will of course stay here until the end of this week and
then they'll be sent to my home. They'll both be kept
safe and sound. In fact, if you decide to agree to my
terms, you'll be living with them before you know it,
looking after them! Now get up on your feet and walk
out before I have a change of heart." I said dismissing
him completely.
All I wanted to do now was go and check on my two new
slaves and sample their cock sucking and arse fucking
delights.
***
3.2 Brad Cahill - A Cry in the Night
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
It's true to say I now lived in terror of the implanted
micro-chip, the slave's ultimate pleasure and
punishment device.
The effects on my young 18 year old mind and body that
first time were devastating, resulting in me instantly
understanding my life had changed forever and I was now
just a slave and I would from now on have to submit
completely, obediently to any and all free citizens.
And regardless of how tall and muscular I was, how good
looking people told me I was, or how well known I used
to be, I knew now I was nothing but a common slave, a
slave in a world that saw us as expendable labour, like
animals to be bartered and sold as disposable
commodities to prop up our national economy.
Many people might think that I should have put up more
of a fight as soon as I met the six Slave Enforcement
Officers. As I'd invited them into my room, many might
imagine I could have quickly slipped past them and made
my escape.
But life isn't like that, and I know now I really
didn't have a chance. They knew what to expect, like
the many other free citizens they'd enslaved before me,
so I knew it would have been pointless to struggle.
Others might think I shouldn't have submitted so
quickly to their rampant lusts, that a real hetero guy
like I'm supposed to be would have somehow fought back
against the micro-chip's inbuilt program.
If that's the case, they don't know what they're
talking about. The fact that the micro-chip implanted
in me had the ability to completely take control of my
body and everything I did is prove enough that there
was nothing I could do to fight back.
For three long hours, against my will, I had no choice
but to let them use my mouth and my arsehole over and
over again. When they ordered me to look up into their
leering grinning faces and smile, with their cocks
still jammed all the way in my mouth, I found myself
forced to smile.
And every time they ejaculated in my mouth, I
obediently swallowed their endless amounts thick sticky
sperm. I can make no excuses for my total submission
and inability to fight back, except my ability to rebel
had been completely stripped away from me.
And when Officer Downing ordered me to sit on his lap
so he could hug me closely and masturbate me, I admit
being unable to stop myself from responding to his
lecherous touch, as he made me become fully erect in
his fisted jerking hand, ordering me to concentrate
totally on making myself cum.
Yes, I'd felt humiliated and degraded. And I can tell
you I wept openly as I felt my budding maleness and
youthful masculinity slipping away from me as I finally
realised I was no longer a real man.
But in my fragile shocked state of mind, I knew I had
no choice but to obey. There was no fighting back. Most
importantly, I knew I couldn't fight back against the
all-commanding micro-chip injected into my spine.
When they'd finally finished fucking my mouth and my
arsehole and the three long hours were finally up, they
redressed, re-cuffed me and then walked me out of my
dorm room naked. With Officer Conroy holding tightly
onto my fully erect penis, and pulling me along as he
quickly led the way out of the dorm, we exited the
campus house and crossed the dark student car park
where they bundled me naked into the boot of their
patrol car.
There was no-one around, and to my surprise, even after
the oral and anal abuse I'd been subjected to for those
three long hours, I still sighed with shuddering
grateful relief that none of the other guys from school
were out and about at that time in the morning to
witness my complete degradation and enslavement.
Ten minutes later, after we arrived at the Federal
Internal Taxation Office, I was ushered through the
slave entrance of the tall 48 floor skyscraper, and
taken straight to a holding cell where my plasti-cuffs
were removed and I was locked up by myself.
Left alone with my own frightened nightmarish thoughts,
I immediately thought about my family, wondering where
they might be, if they were okay. And as images of my
father, mother, Sean and Justin, flooded my head, I lay
down on the thin rubber mat in the middle of the cell
that served as a bed, and suddenly broke down and
started sobbing.
I think I fell asleep, exhausted by the events of the
previous evening, and I remember having some horrifying
dreams that taunted me, where my parents and brothers
smiling happily would come and see me, and then melt
away and vanish as soon as I reached out to hug them.
It was the clanging and opening of the solid metal cell
door that woke me, and as I sat up staring in fear at
the person walking in, I tried to calm myself down, to
concentrate on what was happening.
"You slave, you should be up on your feet, or on your
knees if you're not quick enough to stand, assuming the
traditional mandatory slave position. Now get up off
your lazy ass, do what I've said, or by God, I'll have
you punished in ways you can only imagine!" the sharply
dressed grey haired man scolded me.
Immediately I was on my feet, my legs wide apart, my
hands behind my back, my head bowed low, and my crotch
pushed out in front of me as far as possible, trembling
uncontrollably in fear. Also, my penis suddenly became
rock-hard, jutting out and up nearly flat against my
stomach.
The man, who was probably in his late 50's and dressed
in a stylish suit, smiled as he watched me quickly take
the slave position. Immediately he walked up to me and
took my thick erect penis in his hand.
Instantly tears of frustration flowed down my grimacing
beet-red face as I felt his fingers stroking me,
tickling my piss slit. And as the straight young
teenage guy inside me rebelled in repulsed anger, I
tried to step back out of reach of his molesting
fingers. But to my distress and utter surprise, I
instantly found myself pushing my groin out even
further, unable to stop myself from enjoying the
sensations his stroking hand was having on my erection.
Again tears rolled down my face as I realised my body
was betraying me, regardless of the revulsion I felt
deep down inside.
"Not that you need to know, but my name is Mr Pearson,
and I run this agency. Thought I'd come down here
personally and see for myself the new slave everyone is
talking about." He said, his eyes traveling up and down
my naked muscled body as he continued fondling me.
"Yes, you are an extremely good looking slave. And by
the looks of it, you're a lucky one too. Seems you'll
be keeping your foreskin, and you won't be branded like
all the other slaves usually are. Of course, you will
be having all your body hair permanently removed,
except for the hair on your head." he said
nonchalantly, while cupping my hairy balls and weighing
them in the palm of his hand.
Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face, stunning
me.
"When I speak to you slave, I expect you to respond!
I'll not punish you this time, but next time...! Now
here are a few pointers of what's expected of you,
slave, and you'd better not forget what I tell you!" he
glared at me.
"Whenever a free citizen enters your presence, you will
immediately assume the mandatory slave position.
Whenever a free citizen man speaks to you, you will
always respond with 'Sir, yes Sir'. If it's a free
citizen women you will always respond 'Ma'am, yes
Ma'am'. Do you understand slave?" he said.
"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied instantly, tears still
spilling from my eyes.
"Good slave. I think you might just make an acceptable
slave yet. In fact, I hope you do. As it is, I must
admit I wouldn't mind fucking that cute looking mouth
and boy-pussy of yours now. We don't usually get many
handsome young slaves like you in here, and I've got
some free time before my first meeting this morning."
he added, as he returned his hand to my erect penis and
stroked it, fingering my piss slit once again.
"Anyway, it appears the court has decided to grant you
permission to see your parents for one last time,
slave. I believe you'd like that, wouldn't you slave?"
he state, and this time he slowly reached down and
pulled the zip of his pants down as he waited for my
reply, watching me closely to see how I reacted.
But to his surprise, and my own, at the mention of my
parents I'd instantly dropped to my knees and lifted my
head and started to plead with him, suddenly babbling
on, nearly hysterical.
"Sir, oh please! Please may I see them? I don't know
what's happening, and I'm worried about my br..."
Instantly I was cut off as he once again slapped me
hard across my startled face.
"Shut the fuck up, slave! You'll be told what you need
to know and nothing more! Now how much do you want to
see your parents, slave?" he scowled angrily at me,
before stepping back, undoing his top trouser button so
his freshly laundered business pants slid down his
skinny hairy legs to lay crumpled up around his ankles.
I immediately assumed the slave position on my knees,
with my head bowed low, trying not to cry as I answered
him. Again I felt another piece of my young teenage
maleness slipping away.
"Sir, I'll do anything you want, Sir! Sir, please may I
see my parents, Sir?" I responded, my voice quivering,
feeling the bile rise in my gut as I knew what he'd
make me do next.
"I thought you'd say that, slave! So why don't you
hobble forward on your knees, look me in the face and
smile, and then ask me real nicely to suck my dick. If
you sound convincing, and I don't have to trigger your
micro-chip or your 'pleasure level' program, and
there's a twinkle in those boyish blue eyes of yours, I
might let you see them one last time. If you don't
sound convincing, then you'll have just wasted the last
chance you'll ever get to see them." he said.
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him he
was a real fucked up sicko. As my revolted mind tried
to make sense of the lunacy surrounding me, I
immediately knew I couldn't fight him.
So, sobbing back a heart breaking groan that threatened
to escape, I quickly moved forward on my knees and made
myself smile up at him.
I knew this was my only chance to find out what the
hell was happening, so choking down any disgust I might
have felt, or any young manly pride I might still have
had, I looked him in the eyes and began begging him to
allow me to suck his cock.
I pleaded in a loud voice, trying to make my voice
sound husky with desire and at times breaking with
emotion as I implored him. And as I looked up into his
face, I found myself praying to God that he'd let me do
it, that he'd let me suck him off, just so I could
finally see my parents.
The grey haired man looked down at me with an
appreciative wolfish grin on his face, enjoying the
humiliating way I was begging to suck his dick. His
eyes were half closed, his breathing was shallow, and
then he gestured me to move forward in front of him.
"Yes, you definitely are a good looking young slave.
Now reach up and carefully lower the front of my
underwear and when my stiff dick pops out, I want you
to lick and kiss it for a while." he said, watching me
carefully as suddenly the micro-chip in me took over
and I found myself leaning forward, reaching up to do
what he'd instructed of me.
"Mmmm, that feels wonderful! Worship my cock for a
little bit more, slave! Oh yes, that's very nice! Now
use that cute pointy tongue of yours to lick my piss
slit. That's it, a few more times! Oh yes! Now reach
around behind me and take each of my arse cheeks in
your hands and start massaging and kneading them as you
take my whole prick all the way into your mouth!" he
said, sighing and moaning softly at times as I obeyed
him.
As I began sucking him off, while massaging and
caressing his arse cheeks, he grabbed the back of my
head and started running his hands through my blond
hair.
"Yes, indeed! You are a good looking cock-sucking
slave. A very handsome young cock sucker who will
definitely make some very rich free citizen a very
happy man! Now start sucking me off harder while I fuck
your face, cock sucker. Suck me off like the good
little blond bitch I know you are! And moan real loud
for me, slave! Moan as if you really love giving me
pleasure!" he grunted as I obeyed him, taking the full
length of his pulsating erect five and a half inch cock
all the way to the back of my mouth as he gripped
clumps of my hair in his fists and slammed his
thrusting groin into my face.
It didn't take him long to cum, but as he shot his
salty thick sperm into my sucking mouth, he ordered me
not to swallow, to hold it in my mouth as he slowly
slid his deflating uncut cock from between my tight
lips.
"Yes, that was very nice, slave. A bit more practice
and you'll be an expert before you know it. Now open up
wide and show me how full your mouth is." he said as he
stood there looking down at me.
I opened up wide and showed him his thick globs of
sticky man seed covering my tongue and filling the back
of my mouth, and then he told me to swallow it all.
Then ordering me to lean forward once again, he told me
to gently suck his now flaccid dick clean while
sticking my tongue under his foreskin at the same time.
"Well slave, I promised you I'd take you to see your
parents, but I want you to do two more things before we
head off. Firstly, I think I'd really like to see you
masturbating yourself! Such a strong good looking slave
like you should be able to put on quite an entertaining
show. And if you do it as well as you sucked my cock, I
may even let you see your little brothers as well. Do
you understand me?" he said patiently, an evil smile
crossing his face as he looked down at me kneeling
before him.
Immediately, even though I was still on my knees, I
found myself automatically placing my hands behind my
back, lowering my head, and thrusting my crotch up
towards him, all against my will.
"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied softly, my mind empty of all
emotions or feelings as I now prepared myself to do any
perverted thing this man might want me to do. But I
didn't try and fight against the commands my micro-chip
were sending to my brain as I knew this may also be the
only opportunity to see my brothers as well.
"Secondly, after you've masturbated yourself, you're
going to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck
you. It would be criminal if I didn't sample your boy-
pussy while you were in my care. Of course, you'd
better make my riding your pussy very good for me as
well, understand?" he smiled at me. Again I heard
myself answer I would do what he wanted.
"Okay then, slave. Let's get you enjoying this as well.
Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" he commanded in a firm
voice. Instantly my body was swamped with exquisite
feelings of pure pleasure as I followed his
instructions.
"Now lie down on your back in the middle of the floor
here. That's it! Spread your legs apart as wide as you
can, lift your head up and smile at me. Good slave! Now
start jerking off, get that cock of yours as hard as
you can, and make it look as erotic as you can. Ah very
nice indeed!" he continued.
"Okay, now when you feel you're about to ejaculate, I
want you to aim that big cock of yours at your face,
open your mouth as wide as you can, move your head down
as far as you can, and catch as much of your own
spurting boy juices in your mouth." he said, a
malicious grin spreading across his face.
Again my micro-chip kicked in as I lay there with my
legs spread wide apart, on my back in the middle of the
cell, obediently jerking my rock-hard dick as he'd
instructed. And smiling as sensually as I could, I
looked up into his face, and started moaning and
grunting, hoping the noises I was making would add to
the erotic image of my squirming humping naked body as
I furiously masturbated myself in front of him.
"Yes, very nice! Now do it faster! Oh yes that's good!
Now bounce your buttocks up and down off the floor, get
a steady rhythm going! Mmmm, very good slave! Now reach
down with your other hand and squeeze and pull on those
huge fat hairy balls of yours." he added.
Before I knew it, regardless of the fact I was
completely ashamed and humiliated by what I was being
forced to do and my face was bright red with
degradation by this stage, I felt the familiar tingling
churning in my large tightening scrotal sac, which
meant I was on the verge of blowing my load.
Quickly I spread my legs even further, hunched my chest
forward a fraction so I could move my head further
down, aimed my throbbing eight and a half inch erect
cock at my wide open mouth and blasted four powerful
spurts of my shooting sperm between my widely stretched
lips. I was gasping for desperately needed breathe by
this stage and the remaining spunk that shot out of my
spluttering cock splashed all over my face and chest
before I finally collapsed flat on my back.
"Now that was something worth seeing, slave! Of course,
you can scoop up that mess you've made all over
yourself with your fingers, and use it to slick up my
penis." he laughed as he watched me get up off my back,
scoop up my own cum and apply it thickly to his erect
cock.
And as he'd indicated earlier, I found myself
obediently turning around quickly as I got onto my
hands and knees, and offered up my bottom to him.
"Sir, please fuck my boy-pussy for me, please Sir! Sir,
please fuck my tight little vagina as hard as you can,
please Sir!" I intoned in a loud voice, unable to stop
myself from saying the horridly disgusting words that
sent an invisible knife of despair through my heart.
"Yes, that's it! Now let's increase your pleasure
program while I'm fucking you. Pleasure Level 4,
proceed!" he commanded as he drove his cock into my
quivering twitching anus.
Again my arsehole gripped at his penis as he slid it
all the way up into me, massaging and caressing it,
milking its full throbbing length. Again my body
quivered and trembled uncontrollably as waves of pure
pleasure washed my entire being as I felt him lie flat
on my back, wrap his arms around my chest as he set up
a steady rapid fuck-motion.
"Uhhhh, that's good slave! Squeeze my cock harder,
queer-slave! That's it, get your vaginal flaps
squeezing tighter! Oh yes, make my dick feel really
good, slave!" he moaned over and over again as he
fucked me as hard as he could.
Finally he shuddered all over and grunted as he shot
his load deep into me, and as he pulled out of me, he
ordered me to turn round and lick his penis and balls
clean.
"Okay slave. That was very good indeed! Now why don't
we go and see your family." he said, and still
breathing heavily, I stood up and obeyed him as he
motioned me to follow him out of the door.
I was led through a maze of corridors and up and down
many elevators. Eventually I was ushered into a
brightly lit room where I was once again left by
myself. The room wasn't very wide, yet seemed to be
quite long, painted entirely grey and had no
furnishings in it at all. There were no windows, no
paintings or posters on the wall, and I looked around
in confusion, wondering why I'd been brought here.
Then to my astonishment, the entire left wall began to
brighten, shimmering as it became transparent as I
turned and stared at it.
More importantly, as the wall became crystal clear,
there stood my father and mother, and my two brothers
on the other side, looking back at me.
The relief I felt as soon as I saw my family was short
lived though. I realised they were each standing in
four separate rooms that backed onto the long one I was
in. And the rooms they were in seemed more like tiny
cells. It also became apparent they couldn't see or
hear each other, only me at the far end of their cells.
They too were all naked, and I immediately dropped my
eyes as I watched my mother trying to cover herself
with her hands. Of course, I didn't care if I was
naked. All that mattered was I could see them all, and
before I knew what I was doing, I rushed up to the
clear plastic wall separating us and touched my hands
to it.
Instantly I was thrown back, as a charge of electricity
passed through me and threw me against the wall behind
me. Staggering, I climbed back onto my feet and
gingerly looked to where my father stood.
Instantly I started crying, cursing loudly as I tried
to understand why the authorities would have beaten him
so severely. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, his
nose smashed to mush, and his lips were puffed up and
bleeding every time tried to move his mouth. He was
stooped over, and he stood unsteadily in the centre of
the small cell he was in.
"Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me? What's happening!
Please, Dad?" I blubbered, trying to see him through my
tears, heart broken by the sight of his poor broken
body.
"Brad? Is that you? Ah yes, I can just make you out
there. I'm so sorry son, but they forced a confession
out of me. I wasn't strong enough to resist. Please
forgive me, but I had to do what they said! If I didn't
sign the papers, they were going to castrate you all,
and then sell you to some slave market in the Middle
East. I couldn't let them do that to my boys." Dad said
in a hushed pain-racked voice.
"Son, listen to me! I don't think I have very much
time. I want you to look out for your brothers and make
sure they're okay. I've always been proud of you son,
so try your best and keep an eye on them." he said, a
horrible rasping sound coming from his chest as he
spoke. Behind him, as I watched in shock, a door opened
and in came three large masked men in white coveralls.
And before I could say anything, my father was quickly
dragged limping out of the small cell.
My head was swimming. I didn't know what to do. I moved
along the transparent wall until I could see my mother.
She'd turned her back on me, so I couldn't see her
nakedness, or how beaten up she was as well, and
keeping her eyes low, she spoke in a sad broken voice.
"Brad! Son! Can you hear me? Now don't say anything,
because I don't think they'll let us speak for long. If
you see your father, tell him I love him. And always
remember to look out for your brothers, no matter what
happens." She gasped out, and I could see that she was
hurting every time she spoke.
"You're all Sean and Justin have now, and they'll need
your strength too, to survive what's happening, and
what lays ahead in the future for you all. And Brad,
always remember I love you boys with all my heart!" my
mother finished, sobbing softly as the door behind her
opened, and she too was unceremoniously dragged away,
leaving the small room she'd been in empty.
By now I was frantic, hysterical. What the fuck was
going on? Why were the state authorities doing this to
us? I couldn't fathom it, and again I moved quickly to
where I could see Sean, staring back at me with a
mixture of pure joy and complete terror plastered on
his face.
"Are you okay Sean? Have they hurt you? Can you hear
me?" I rattled off, fearing he too would be dragged
away before I'd had time to speak with him.
"Brad, yes I can hear you. I'm scared, really scared,
and I don't know what's happening!" Sean said in a
frightened trembling voice.
As had happened with both my parents, a door opened at
the other end of the room, and in walked four masked
men in white overalls. Moaning now, thinking they were
going to drag Sean away, I tried to scream at Sean to
look at me, but I stopped dumbfounded as each of the
men began undressing.
Immediately they surrounded Sean and began beating him
up, ordering him to get onto his hands and knees. Sean
was crying in pain and terror as he obeyed, and then I
watched in horror as one of the men knelt behind him
and another man knelt in front of his head.
It was crazy! All I could do was look on as both men
proceeded to shove their large erect dicks into Sean's
mouth and up his arsehole. And when they set up a
serious fuck-pace, I felt myself fall to the ground on
my knees, begging them to stop it, to leave my brother
alone.
They took their time, and I could see they were
enjoying every moment of it as they raped Sean.
Horrible squelching sounds as thick penises slammed up
his rectum and loud gagging noises as rigid cocks
pounded down his throat reverberated over the pa system
connecting the two rooms, and as I watched in horror,
each man began striking Sean's naked body with their
fists as they continued to violently fuck him.
After all four had finished, without saying anything,
they got up redressed, and walked out the door, leaving
Sean lying sobbing on the cold tiled floor.
Suddenly, before I could respond, a section of the
transparent wall directly in front of me popped out
towards me, and to my surprise, it allowed me to enter
and race over to Sean. Instantly I hugged him close to
me. I couldn't stop crying, but after I'd checked him
out, made sure he wasn't injured too badly, I carried
him out of that room, and lay him on the floor.
Quickly I got up and stepped up close to the
transparent wall again and looked straight at Justin,
my youngest brother, standing in the last small cell.
"Justin, can you hear me? Are you alright? Please
Justin? Just say something so I know you're okay?" I
rattled on loudly, again becoming frantic as I tried to
get his attention as I stared at his lowered head, at
how his naked body shook all over in fear.
Again I watched in horror as the same thing that had
happened to Sean, now happened to Justin. In walked
four different men in white overalls, and this time as
they stripped off, they began beating upon my little
brother ordering him to get onto his back.
Poor Justin didn't have a chance as the four men
sodomised him over and over again, crying and screaming
for help each time they took their turns. Again, as
with Sean, once they'd fucked him about two times each,
they got up, dressed and left Justin lying curled up in
a fetal position on his side as he moaned in agony and
sobbed uncontrollably.
Suddenly a section of the transparent wall popped in
front of his cell as well, and as I watched it swing
towards me, I raced inside, grabbed Justin's limp body
up into my arms and carried him out to where Sean lay
shivering, and hugged him close to my chest. Instantly
he looked up into my face, a stunned look on his face
and then he broke down and started sobbing.
In moments, we had all sunk to the floor, and sitting
there I couldn't help but hug them close to my naked
body, as if the mere action would somehow protect us
all.
Of course it wasn't enough.
As I held them to my chest, trying to comfort them, I
couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face. For maybe
twenty minutes we stayed like that, when suddenly
twelve men in white overalls walked into the room to
encircle us, ordering us to stand up and assume the
mandatory slave position as.
But my memory fades of the horrible events that
followed. I remember vaguely how I trembled in fear and
shame as I'd tried to protest angrily, tried to scream
out and struggle against six of these men who'd stepped
forward. But all to no avail as my micro-chip kicked in
and made me do what they demanded.
And as I'd fallen to my knees, feeling impotent and
powerless, I'd watched with tears in my eyes as Justin
and Sean were pushed down onto their knees next to me,
I then watched in terror as three of the men stepped
forward, unbuttoning their overalls, ordering us to
blow them.
I was supposed to protect my brothers, but there was
nothing I could do. I felt useless, desperate and
utterly despondent as I watched the fear on my brothers
faces growing. I know at the time I didn't care what
they did to me. But when it came to Sean and Justin,
well I couldn't just kneel there and see them shamed
and degraded like this. But there was nothing I could
do. Especially when I heard my little brother Justin
start to sob, his small firm naked body shaking all
over, looking at me and pleading for me to save him.
Again the terrifying memory of my micro-chip's
obedience program forcing me to be completely
submissive, rendering me incapable of protecting my
brothers from these perverts and what they were trying
to force us to do.
I remember how I thought I was going insane, that this
just couldn't be happening. How I'd looked frantically
at both Sean and Justin frightened faces, my terrified
eyes begging them to forgive me that I couldn't protect
them.
Yes, I can still remember how my two brothers had
watched me as my micro-chip forced me to turn back
around to face the first fat smelly man standing before
me. I remember how I'd taken his rancid penis into my
mouth, one of many erect penises I would be forced to
suck.
I don't remember how long I stayed on my knees, but I
remember with shame the continuous sounds of myself and
my brothers slurping and sucking deeply on the rampant
thrusting penises shoved into our mouth, of the many
loud vicious open-palmed stinging slaps across our
faces echoing throughout the room. How the three of us,
side by side, obediently swallowing each of the twelve
men's continuous spurts of endless sperm.
And yes, I can vaguely remember how the three of us
finally gave up struggling to over-ride the micro-chips
injected into our spines. How my brothers and I sank
into a state of utter shock, and we'd obediently
responded to their orders to pretend we actually loved
sucking them off. How we quickly reached up with our
trembling hands and gently caressed and massaged the
hairy chests, stomachs, inner thighs and tenderly
cupped and squeezed the huge dangling testicles of the
men we were sucking off.
For four long hours we were kept in that small
elongated room, the sounds of us moaning and cooing in
pleasure filling the room as we fellated these smelly
grunting farting men and then orally pleasured any
other men who happened to walk in.
It's strange to look back and realise there is actually
a huge gap of time missing in my mind. I don't remember
anything but a few static images of how my two younger
brothers and I were then pushed onto our backs and then
made to beg each man to fuck us as hard as possible.
The micro-chips in each of our spines had by now taken
over completely, making us lift our legs into the air
and spread them as far as possible. And as each man
mounted us, fucking us as hard as they could, we lay
there and thanked them over and over again for making
us into their personal bitches, their faggot whore.
But the worst was when they made us fuck and suck each
other. I wept with despair and shame as I submitted to
the men's demands unable to stop myself from sucking
off my two brothers, and then fucking them as hard and
brutally as I could when directed.
For four horrendous hours we were made to suck each
other off, to repeatedly sixty-nine with each other
before we were made to take turns anally penetrate each
other.
I vaguely remember how it all finally it came to an
end.
Of them finally making us stand and assume the
mandatory slave position, of them taking hold of the
leaking knobs of our fully erect cocks and leading us
off to get finger-printed, photographed and showered.
I have the vaguest recollection of being brought before
the slave courts, of the presiding judge authorising
our "Lifetime" enslavement and then our immediate
transportation to the state-owned 'Regional Slave
Induction and Training Facility'.
But I do remember clearly the agony and pain of my
micro-chip's punishment unit being used on me to snap
me out of my shocked dazed state, how the slave
facility officers laughed as they raised it to 'Level
2', and how I had felt a huge piece of my inner-self
die in that instant.
And then the nightmare got worse.
Our training began in serious. I do remember I couldn't
do anything to protect Sean or Justin, as we were
punished for the smallest infractions.
I watched in horror as our body hair was permanently
removed, how we all looked like grotesquely tall pre-
pubescent boys standing in the mandatory slave
position, there in the sterile shower block, as they
hosed the smeared on hair removal crème from our
bodies.
Once again Sean, Justin and I found ourselves placed in
a single cell together. I'd wept as I realised we were
being kept together, and I remember hugging them both
close to me. Justin had the look of a desperately lost
puppy, his eyes glancing frantically around in terror
at our surroundings, while Sean was nearly always
hysterical. I really wasn't any better, suffering from
anxiety and stress as I wondered what was going to
happen to us.
I remember how ashamed and humiliated I felt on that
first night, when a booming voice sounding over a loud
speaker, set our pleasure level programs to 3, and then
ordered us to start practicing oral and anal sex on
each. At first I tried to rebel, and again I was
punished severely until my micro-chip kicked in and I
found myself doing what was ordered of me. Whenever we
had any free time, which was usually only late at
night, we were required to suck each other off, and
viciously fuck each other no matter how tired we were.
I can still remember how everyday I was disciplined
about three or four times a day. All they needed to
punish us was verbally announce the punishment level
they wanted, and instantly we would suffer the
excruciating agony that followed.
But the most humiliating thing done to us was when the
on-duty officers sent for Sean, Justin and I. Every
late afternoon, we would be brought to the officer's
lodge where we were forced to orally and anally perform
for them.
In the officer's lodge there would always be about 8 or
9 men lounging around, and as we stood in the mandatory
slave position before them, we would initially be made
to masturbate for long periods before they took us off
to designated cots and proceeded to use us for their
personal pleasure.
I know my will and my mind were completely broken the
first time we were escorted there. Ordered onto my
knees before my two brothers, I was forced to take each
of their thick teenage penises into my mouth and
pleasure them to the best of my abilities. My micro-
chip's pleasure mode was set at 'Level 3' at all times,
and I was unable to stop myself doing what was
commanded of me.
But they were instructed not to cum, as the officers
had decided it would be more fun to watch Sean and
Justin fuck me. Ordered onto my back in the middle of
the room, Sean was made to mount me, with my legs
resting on his back. Obediently he fucked me, his face
sad with utter shame, and once he'd finished,
ejaculating deep up inside me, I was then forced onto
my hands and knees where Justin was made enter me from
behind.
With our pleasure modes set, we acted out the roles
they demanded of us, spoke like the little boys they
expected us to be, and for many hours each afternoon,
we continued to perform for them before they took us
off individually and made us pleasure them until they
were tired of us and send us back to the slave
barracks.
Time seemed to fly by, but I knew we had only been
there a few weeks when Master Noel suddenly turned up
unannounced. At the time, I didn't know what was
happening as we'd been marched towards the small
visitor's office and instructed to be on our best
behaviour.
Neither my brothers nor I knew who we were seeing, and
my greatest fear at the time was they were finally
going to split us up, separate us forever.
Oh how I had nearly cried with relief when I saw Master
Noel. It didn't matter that we'd had a few scuffles at
school, or even that he mightn't have liked me that
much. We were fellow high school students and football
players on the same team.
To me, I remember thinking instantly here was someone
who could help us. But I also knew he was a free
citizen and I was now only a broken obedient slave. The
brutal training I'd undertaken so far made me stand
perfectly still in the mandatory slave position, and
only when Master Noel gave me permission did I look up.
I remember that first time I saw him looking at me so
sad. And as I realised what I must have looked like to
him, completely naked, with my erect cock straining as
it stood up ready for his inspection, I nearly broke
down and wept then and there if it weren't for my
micro-chip keeping me in check.
But more importantly, I remember how ashamed and
humiliated I was that he was seeing me like this.
Then he suddenly said he'd help me. I found myself lost
for words, unable to express my gratitude to him for
saving me and my brothers from this horrible nightmare.
I remember the trip to the manager's office was a
humiliation I tried to put out of my mind. For Noel to
see me fall to my knees and perform oral on that large
fat man, and then for him to see me being fucked up my
arse and jerked off at the same time until I came all
over myself, well, I'd hoped he knew I had no choice
but to obey.
But as I was dressing, I was stunned when Noel told me
I was free but not my brothers. That's when I finally
realised that Noel was the perpetrator of my whole
family's enslavement and I suddenly felt myself crack.
In an instant, I wanted to kill him, rip him limb from
limb. I wanted to take his neck in my hands and squeeze
the very life from his body.
And then before I knew what hit me, he used my micro-
chip's punishment mode on me. Instantly I'd collapsed
and felt the searing agony once again, and as he used
it on me a second and then third time, he increased the
power to a level I'd never experienced before.
And so I begged Noel to please give me back my
brothers. Yes I remember pleading with him, telling him
I'd do anything he wanted if he would just let me take
my brothers out of that slave training facility.
But he wouldn't budge until I agreed to his conditions.
I was to turn up at his place, and with his best
friends watching me, I was to get on my knees and beg
to suck his cock and then beg him to fuck me. And then
I was to let them use me the same way.
If I did what he wanted, and he was happy with how I
performed, and if I signed a paper that would make his
younger brother Evan my master and his personal
pleasure slave, then he would hand over my brothers to
me.
And so I was freed, allowed to leave that terrifying
slave training facility to decide what I wanted to do.
By then, I didn't care. I'd do anything for my brothers
and if this was the only way I could help them, so be
it!
So I went back home to find it had been left untouched
since my parents and brothers had been dragged from
there, and in a daze, I slumped onto my bed and cried
myself to sleep.
The next day I wandered around, not knowing what to do.
Whenever anyone looked at me, I'd hang my head in
shame, thinking they knew I'd been enslaved and made to
do things that had humiliated and degraded me.
I realised the three week long slave training program
had altered me permanently, as I trembled whenever I
saw other free citizen's with their slaves.
After six days I went back to school. There was nothing
else I could do, and I thought maybe if I could see
Noel, maybe ask him to be reasonable, to even beg him
again to let me have my brothers back.
That's when I saw Evan showing off Sean. I followed him
from a distance, not wanting either of them to know I
was watching them. I knew Sean was being forced to have
oral sex with anyone Evan told him to do it with, but
it was only when I heard Sean's loud piercing screams
coming from one of the students' private resting rooms,
that I burst in to find Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond
sodomising my brother in the most vicious and cruel
way.
Instantly I struck out, lifting Steve above my head and
throwing him against the opposite wall and then beating
the crap out of Trevor. For the first time since I'd
been released I hugged poor Sean's badly beaten naked
body close to me, whispering in his ears that
everything would be alright, that I would make things
better.
And when I turned my head and saw Evan looking at me
and then at Sean strangely, I lost my head and went off
at him. He was terrified and confused, and then I
realised he might not have known Sean was my brother.
But that's when Noel walked in, and behind him stood
Justin. I didn't really listen to what Noel had to say,
all my attention was focused on my two brothers.
That was when I knew I had to do whatever Noel demanded
of me. There were no choices here. If I didn't, I knew
he was sick enough to follow through on his threats to
sell my brothers and I'd lose them forever.
Also, with the micro-chip still implanted within my
spine, I knew I wasn't really free. I was only being
allowed to wander around, as if in limbo, waiting until
Noel chose the moment to reel me back in and finish off
whatever horrible plan he'd set me up for.
***
4. Evan Morgan - A Disgraceful Performance
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
***
I was frantic, nearly hysterical.
With Monet's help, I'd put Swallow, I mean Sean, into
my bed as soon as I got him home. We'd determined he
was okay physically, and he would heal in time, but I
could see he was still in deep shock and I didn't want
to leave him by himself.
"I'm so sorry Sean! I didn't know! I really didn't
know!" I kept babbling on, weeping as I used a cold
damp compress to gently cool the bruises swelling up
all over his face. He was looking up at me in a sad
helpless way, and I could see he was remembering over
and over again how Trevor and Steve had raped him and
then how his brother had come to the rescue, reassuring
him and trying to protect him.
It made no sense. How had I ended up owning Brad
Cahill's brother? I needed to see Noel straight away,
but I knew he wouldn't be home until after football
training in another 3 hours. I had to find out what was
happening and then decide what to do.
But as I gently questioned Sean, as he told me of what
had happened to his family, how he and his family
including Brad had been enslaved four weeks previously
due to his father being charged and sentenced for tax
evasion, a nagging feeling deep inside me began to
grow.
Then when he told me what had happened since, of the
horrors he and his brothers had been through and how
Noel had suddenly turned up to immediately set Brad
free but keeping Justin and himself, it was as if a
bomb had exploded in my mind.
Suddenly everything fell into place.
This was it! Noel's ultimate revenge against Brad
Cahill!
I felt as if an icy blade had entered my lungs as I
thought of the magnitude of what Noel had done, and how
he'd played me as well by giving Sean to me as a gift
to be my very own personal pleasure slave.
The irony wasn't lost on me as I imagined how my
brother must have laughed as he thought of how I'd use
Sean to satisfy my own sexual needs.
But this was Brad's brother, Sean Cahill!
And then there was Brad, the one person at high school
who'd stood up for me and who I considered my all-time
teenage role-model and football hero. A young teenage
hunk who I adored from afar, who I had a secret crush
on and who'd taken the time to stop by, see how I was
and had been so kind to me.
No wonder he hated me! And I knew he hated me!
I'd seen it in his blue eyes early that afternoon. And
how could he not hate me? Not after everything I'd done
to his brother today.
Again my heart jumped a few beats as I thought of how
insensitive I'd been to Sean and how I'd betrayed him
by giving him to all those guys at school so he could
give them blow jobs.
It was three hours later I finally got to confront
Noel. He'd come in the back door, dragging young Justin
Cahill behind him, trying to avoid the other slaves as
well as my parents as he made his way up to his
bedroom.
And I could see why. Justin was bleeding from every
orifice and was black and blue all over. He looked like
he'd been severely beaten repeatedly and he was having
trouble standing on his own two feet.
I followed as Noel literally dragged the poor young
abused teenager up to his bedroom, and then watched as
my brother dumped him on the floor next to his large
king-sized bed. Then ushering me out of his way, he
slammed his door closed and locked it behind us.
"What have you done, Noel?" I said to him immediately,
shaking my head in utter dismay and horror.
"Oh don't look so sanctimonious, Evan. After football
practice all the guys just wanted to have some fun.
Turns out the kid here is a real squealer, so he needed
to be silenced a few times before he got into the swing
of things." Noel said, oblivious to the pain the young
boy must have been feeling.
"Now, about this afternoon, well, don't worry about it.
Yes, these used to be Brad Cahill's brothers, but
they're only slaves now, our slaves, so you'd better
remember that." Noel continued.
"Anyway, how's your slave doing? Not too damaged I
hope?" he added, looking at me as I stared back at him
in disbelief.
"You did this to him, to Brad! This is your way of
getting back at him for punching you all those weeks
ago! How could you? I never dreamed you could be this
vindictive!" I stuttered, looking down at Brad's
youngest brother laying there battered and bruised on
the floor.
"Oh spare me the pity-pot for fucks sake! Yes, I got
back at him, fucked that faggot-girl over real good,
and I can promise you he'll never recover from this
anytime in the near future. Let that be a lesson to any
low-life who might think about taking me on!" he said
hurriedly, as he leaned down, picked Justin up and
threw him on his back onto his bed.
"Anyhow, forget about that cunt! Listen up, Evan! I got
some friends coming over Friday afternoon to stay the
weekend and we're preparing a special present to give
to you. Make up for the terrible things that happened
at school today. So be here Sunday evening around
11:30pm. Now get the fuck out of my room! I'm still
horny and I intend to have some fun with my little
slave whore here before I crash out." He said,
dismissing me as he turned his full lustful attentions
towards Justin.
I didn't go to school for the rest of the week. I
stayed in my room and tendered to Sean. He was slowly
opening up to me more, telling me of how his life used
to be before his enslavement and what he and his family
used to do for fun.
He loved his oldest brother with a passion, a mix of
unconditional adulation and brotherly love that made me
feel really envious. I didn't have the same
relationship with my brother, and it was doubtful that
we ever could.
I stayed away from my brother, avoiding him as much as
I could, but by Friday evening, I could hear loud
muffled noises coming from Noel's bedroom just up the
hallway from my room. I figured his friends had turned
up and Noel was probably partying on with them. My
heart went out to young Justin, as I knew he would have
to suffer their combined cruel lusts and do whatever
they wanted.
At 11pm on Sunday, August finally came to my bedroom
with a message from Noel, asking me to come to his room
straight away.
At first I didn't want to go, but I knew if I didn't
send August back immediately telling my brother I'd be
there, Noel and his friends would probably come barging
into my room, or he would definitely take out his anger
at me on Justin, as well as August.
How can I express the shock I felt as I entered Noel's
bedroom and saw what was happening in there. Maybe I
should have expected it, knowing Noel loved to do
anything that would humiliate and degrade me, while
grossing me out at the same time.
Still, I was stunned into shocked silence as I walked
into Noel's room to find my brother sitting comfortably
on the edge of his bed, naked from the waist down with
his legs spread wide apart.
Between Noel's legs knelt Brad, my role-model, my
football hero, with his hands clasped tightly behind
his back. Completely naked, Brad quickly sucked up and
down the full length of my brother's large erect cock,
taking the raging throbbing shaft all the way into his
mouth each time while making loud obscene slurping
noises.
Sitting in a sofa chair on the other side of the room,
smiling contemptuously as he watched Brad blowing my
brother sat Trevor Newby. Also naked, his large solid
hairy body slumped back, his thick hairy legs spread
wide apart, Trevor was thoroughly enjoying the loud
sucking sensations Justin's mouth and throat were
giving his long erect cock.
And sitting back comfortably in Noel's computer chair,
with his legs spread wide apart, sat Steve Newby. Like
Trevor, he too was naked and watching Brad sucking up
and down Noel's throbbing cock, while at the same time,
he too enjoyed the expert blow job August was giving
him.
Suddenly the memories of when Brad had stood tall and
proud and then punched Noel in the face and knocked him
out flashed through my mind as I tried vainly to
reconcile the vision of my high school football hero
now on trembling knees between my brother's legs,
sucking Noel's large cock into his mouth.
Also, the image of Brad picking up Steve bodily over
his head and throwing him across the room flashed
through my mind, while the memory of how he'd beaten
Trevor into unconsciousness reminded me that Brad could
definitely look after himself.
I knew instantly that in some way Brad was being
coerced into doing this against his will and it didn't
take a brain surgeon to work out that Noel must be
using Brad's two brothers against him to make him do
what he wanted.
Maybe it shouldn't have upset me really. I now knew
Noel would do anything to take out his revenge on Brad,
and it looked like his vengeance included reducing Brad
into nothing more than a cock-sucking, arse-fucked
pleasure slave to sate Noel's perverted lusts in front
of his friends.
But it did upset me, and I was starting to feel
nauseous when Noel started to roughly face-fuck Brad's
slobbering sucking mouth in a cruel violent manner in
front of me.
I didn't want to see this side of Noel, of how cruel
and vicious my brother could be to any helpless person
or slave who had no way to fight back or resist.
Also, I really didn't want to see Brad being completely
degraded and humiliated in this way.
"Like I've always told you, bro, he's nothing but a
fucking faggot-girl! A fucking cock sucking queer-girl
who's finally accepting his place in life! And to think
this cunt had the gall to think he was better than me!"
Noel grunted maliciously as he thrust his groin
savagely upwards, ramming his hard cock all the way to
the back of Brad's mouth, bruising the entire lining of
his throat as Noel made Brad gag uncontrollably with
each brutal thrust.
"This is what happens to faggot scum who decide to lay
a hand on me and my friends and think they can get away
with it, hey bro!" Noel grunted out even louder as he
grasped both of Brad's ears in a painful pincer grip
and began pounding away, setting up a vicious fuck pace
that made Brad's head whiplash back and forth in rhythm
to my brother's large cock slamming in and out of his
mouth.
Suddenly I wanted to get away. There was no need for me
to be here as Noel continued to humiliate and torment
Brad, so turning to leave, I quickly opened the door.
"If you walk out of my room now, bro, I'll have both
Trevor and Steve castrate the cunt and his little
brother right here and now, and then tomorrow morning
I'll sell both their sorry boy-pussies to the Ukraine
Sulfur mines. As you know, neither will last a week in
those mines without any balls. Now get your ass back in
here, close and lock the door, and sit yourself down
over in the corner of the room. I've still got to show
you how well faggot-girl here is coming along!" Noel
said in a quiet ominous voice, as he suddenly pushed
Brad's loudly gagging mouth away from his large
leaking, throbbing dick, and gave Brad a ferocious
backhand across his humiliated badly beaten face.
At first I stood there deciding if I would call Noel's
bluff or not, but I knew by the tone of my brother's
voice he was deadly serious this time. Just the sight
of Brad's bowed submissive head, how he'd been bashed
and beaten around his face, how his naked muscled lean
body appeared to be covered in black and blue
contusions and a thick layer of perspiration, and
trembling uncontrollably in fear as he knelt naked
before Noel's parted legs, sent a wave of sympathy
through me.
As I did what Noel demanded of me and then sat down, I
suddenly realised I was now seriously concerned for
Brad's, Sean's and Justin's safety. Maybe if I spoke to
father about it later? For the moment though, all I
could do was watch and listen as Noel stood up while
slowly stroking his still fully erect penis, and
gestured for Brad to move his ass and get on the bed on
his back.
"The first thing you got to learn, bro, is don't take
any shit from any faggot-girl. Always remember, they're
just low-life cunts to be fucked whenever you want to,
and when you tell them to do something, they better do
it straight away. Now assume the position and start
begging me to fuck you bitch, and make it sound really
good. I want my little bro here to see just how much of
a queer ass faggot-girl you really are!" Noel snarled
at Brad.
As Trevor and Steve laughed and applauded, urging Noel
on, again my heart skipped a beat and went out to Brad
as he immediately arranged himself on top of Noel's
bed. On his back, Brad grabbed both his ankles, pulled
them up towards his head and spread his legs outwards
as far apart as he could.
For the first time I found myself staring at Brad's
enormous erect penis and large dangling hairless balls.
It was something I could only dream about in my
fantasies. There he was on his back, holding his legs
wide apart and my eyes were glued to his rock-hard
cock, which must have been 8 or nine inches long and so
very thick. I couldn't believe it. I'd never seen
anything that big in my life, and found myself blushing
in embarrassment, hoping Noel and his friends hadn't
seen me ogling Brad's genitals in such a lustful way.
And as Brad forced his legs even further apart, with
his finely chiseled body doubled up at the waist and
his firm buttocks raised high off the bed, his butt
cheeks immediately spread wide apart to reveal his
already stretched, red raw arsehole to Noel's, Trevor's
and Steve's leering gaze. Then lifting his head and
looking up at Noel and smiling in a sexy feminine
submissive way, Brad began begging my brother to please
fuck him.
"Daddy, please fuck my worthless little girl's vagina,
please Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my useless sloppy cunt
with your huge manly fuck-pole, please Daddy!" Brad
cooed and pleaded loudly in a high pitched, girlish
voice that made me cringe inwardly.
"Now that's not good enough girl! In fact, it was
fucking hopeless! You just aren't begging hard enough!
Now start again, and make me believe you really want me
to fuck you! And you'd better put your whole heart and
soul into it this time! Beg me like the true faggot-
girl that you really are!" Noel grated furiously.
I could see that Brad, under the façade of the
sensually smiling and enthusiastic face he wore to
please my brother, was absolutely humiliated and very
frightened. But gripping his ankles tighter, Brad
forced his smooth hairless muscular spread legs further
apart, which lifted his buttock up even higher into the
air, opening the lips of his used and puffed up anus
wider. Immediately Brad again commenced begging Noel to
fuck him in a louder shrill little girl's voice.
"Daddy, please fuck my faggot-girl's sloppy vagina,
please Daddy! Daddy, please make me squeal like a happy
queer cunt by fucking me really hard, please Daddy!"
Brad continued begging as Noel stared down at him in
triumph.
I couldn't tear my eyes away. There was Brad, my
muscle-bound idol, our ex-high school football team
captain, the most masculine teenage guy I knew begging
to be fucked in a make-believe girl's voice that send
shivers of shame through me, while utterly degrading
himself in the most perverse way possible in front of
my brother Noel, his friends, and me.
"Okay, slut! You've talked me into it! You're even
looking like a proper faggot-girl, so I'll give you a
treat and fuck you dry!" Noel relented with a snarl, as
he quickly crawled on top of Brad's outspread legs, and
pushed his large leaking erection all the way up Brad's
anus.
As Noel sank his thick cock-shaft all the way up to his
balls, and then pumped his cock in and out of Brad's
completely stretched arsehole a few times, Noel
suddenly stopped and looked at me.
"You know bro? There's nothing finer than fucking the
slack pussy-hole of our ex-high school's top sports
jock, turning him into your own personal queer bitch
girl. And you want to know something, Evan? His loving
this so much his leaking all over his own stomach
already! Anyway, you should try it some time!" Noel
exclaimed in ecstasy as he immediately slammed his hips
down and began fucking Brad as hard as he could.
Again I cringed in embarrassment for Brad as I heard a
single sob and groan of pure shame escape his mouth
before he immediately began thanking my brother for
fucking his arsehole.
"Pleasure level 6, proceed!" Noel suddenly grunted in a
firm gasping voice. Instantly I heard the air escaping
Brad's lungs as he gasped and started to hump his
violated spread buttocks as hard as he could upward to
meet my brother's pounding downward thrusts.
"Oh thank you Daddy for fucking my sloppy pussy so
hard, like only a real big dicked man can, Daddy!
Daddy, oh it feels so good, thank you Daddy! Daddy, it
makes my queer-girl's vagina twitch and quiver, thank
you Daddy! Daddy, please stretch my faggot-girl's
sloppy cunt even wider with your massive manly cock,
please Daddy!" Brad repeated over and over again as
Noel fucked him as if Brad were a real slave girl.
"Yeah, that's it faggot-girl! Keep begging me! Yeah,
take my big cock like the girly fag you really are! Oh
yeah, that's it! Tighter cunt! Make your sloppy vagina
squeeze my dick as hard as you can! Yeah, that's it!"
Noel spat into Brad's smiling yet frightened bright red
bruised and battered face as my brother ferociously and
savagely fucked Brad's arsehole, lost in an exquisite
blissful haze of the fuck lust he was floating in.
It was a strange scene to watch unfold before me.
Again, here was my cherished football hero and long
time role-model, acting the part of a sluttish whore
girl, pretending to be a pretty little girl for Noel's
amusement, obediently, enthusiastically and eagerly
begging my brother to dominate and fuck him in the most
humiliating position possible.
But even stranger was how my own dick betrayed me as I
watched the savage rutting on top Noel's bed, how my
dick stiffened rock-hard, throbbing and pulsing in my
bulging tented pants as I watched my brother continue
to take his time as he brutally fucked Brad as hard as
he could.
Suddenly Noel slowed down, and lifting his chest up a
fraction off Brad's vulnerable sweat-covered body, he
raised his right hand, and smashed his fist into Brad's
now terrified smiling face.
"That's for all the times you laid a fist on me and my
friends at school, you pathetic cunt! Now what do you
say, queer-girl?" Noel roared as he resumed fucking
Brad again.
"Daddy, thank you for fucking and disciplining me like
the stupid faggot-girl I am, Daddy! Daddy, thank you
for teaching me the errors of my queer ways, thank you
Daddy!"
This was way too much for me. I couldn't stay silent
anymore.
"Why are you doing this to him? Why are you tormenting
him and making him talk in that horrible ridiculous
way? And why the fuck am I here?" my voice rising with
disgust, as I watched Noel fucking Brad as hard as he
could.
But it was Steve who answered me, and as he pushed
August's head hard down on his cock all the way,
forcing Noel's pleasure slave to suddenly gag
violently. Turning to me with a strange condescending
look on his face, he shook his head as if I were an
imbecile.
"What you going on about? The cunt's a faggot, a queer!
Came here Friday afternoon while we were hanging out
having some fun with Noel's new slave, and the fucker
opened up and confessed he was a homo. Just like that!
And then before we know what to do, he's on his knees,
jerking off and begging to suck on Noel's knob. Wanted
your brother to fuck him as well, for Christ sake!
Started calling Noel his big 'Daddy'! Couldn't believe
what we were hearing!" Steve said in a drawl as he
looked at me.
"But because he'd got honest with us, and then begged
both me and Trevor to do him as well, while also
begging us to beat him up as we were fucking him, well,
we kind of took pity on him and did what he wanted."
"Anyway, would've taken him to the cops straight
afterwards if he didn't sign the slavery papers your
brother had stashed up here. Looks like you got
yourselves a new pleasure slave that loves to get
fucked and beaten up as well, lucky bastards!" he
ended, turning his attention back to the action on the
bed.
"But that's not right! You know him! You know he's
straight! How can you...?" I started but Trevor cut me
off.
"What the fuck are you bitching about, kid? I mean, I'm
surprised we didn't pick it up earlier either,
especially when he was showering with us after football
practice. If we'd known then, he'd probably be dead.
But just take one look at his face, what his saying,
and what his doing now and you can tell his a fucking
faggot! Who would have thought this punk was nothing
but a filthy masochistic queer who likes to be
dominated!" laughed Trevor, clearly irritated I was
making such a commotion about something so trivial.
And I did gasp in shock when I turned my attention back
to Noel fucking my hero, watching in amazement as Brad
suddenly lifted his head up off the mattress and begin
licking and planting passionate kisses all over Noel's
hairy upper chest, long thick neck, and bulging
shoulders, before gently sucking softly under my
brother's chin, as he continued thanking my brother for
fucking and beating him.
For over twenty long minutes, Noel kept fucking,
stopping at intervals to raise his fist and viciously
smash it into Brad's face. For over twenty long
minutes, Noel roared into Brad's badly beaten smiling
face that he was nothing but a queer faggot-girl.
And as Noel pounded his cock into Brad as if he were
fucking a real woman, while continuing to viciously
punch Brad's face, Brad frantically humped his firm
muscular buttocks up and down in rhythm to Noel's fuck
pace, and continued to somehow smile and thank my
brother for using him like a cheap faggot whore girl.
"Daddy, thank you for stretching my little cunt real
wide, thank you Daddy! Daddy, please fuck my vagina
even harder, please Daddy! Daddy, I really love your
big manly penis sliding in and out of my loose sloppy
pussy, thank you Daddy!" Brad cooed softly as he
passionately kissed and licked Noel's upper chest and
throat.
Suddenly Noel gasped out loud, utterly turned on and
basking in Brad's passionate adulation, and as he too
moaned and groaned, and I watched the way his naked
hairy body stiffened and twitched, I knew for a fact my
brother was about to orgasm.
And when he finally did shoot his pent-up juices deep
up inside Brad's tortured bowels, Noel suddenly
collapsed on top of him, laying there for a long while
before he stirred, pulled his wilting uncut thick cock
out of Brad's arsehole and rolled off him to lay
motionless beside Brad's trembling abused body.
Without being told, Brad hurried to get up off his back
and quickly kneeling between Noel's parted legs, and
with his hands behind his back, he lowered his head to
gently take my brother's still semi-hard spent organ
all the way to the back of his mouth. And after sucking
and licking it clean, paying special attention to lick
any leftover slime trapped inside my brother's
foreskin, Brad then moved his quivering mouth further
down to carefully suck and lick on Noel's large low
hanging hairy balls.
As I looked on, I could see the toll Noels' fists had
taken on Brad's face. All in all, Noel must have landed
about twenty solid knuckle-jarring punches as he'd been
fucking Brad's arse.
Again, another wave of sympathy for Brad overwhelmed me
as I stared sadly at his once beautiful blue eyes,
which were now nearly swollen shut. Brad's perfectly
pert and cute button top nose was now a bloodied nearly
flattened mess, and his once sensually thick gorgeous
lips were now puffed up, split and bleeding.
I knew he must be suffering intense pain as he rubbed
and caressed his damaged lips and nose against my
brother's big fat hairy ball sac before gently sucking
one of Noel's testicles into his mouth. And as he
suckled on my brother's balls, Brad continued to
somehow maintain a semblance of a happy contented smile
on his battered face, while moaning and cooing loudly
as if what he was doing was the most pleasurable thing
he'd ever done in his life.
"Well, bro! I got to admit that was the best fuck I'd
had in a long time! And as you can see, faggot-girl's
dick is still rock-hard and leaking. Bet you didn't
know he came twice as I was fucking him, so I reckon
his coming along nicely. Always thanks me when I let
him pleasure me, and never complains when I beat the
shit out of him." Noel said breathlessly as Brad
swirled one of his large hairy testicles gently around
in his slurping mouth.
"And don't worry about the injuries to his face. They
won't scar or mark his queer looks, and he'll heal in
no time. If not, we can get some micro-surgery done on
him anytime. Of course, he'll be seeing a lot more of
mine and my friends' fists later on, because we haven't
finished punishing this cunt for his past indiscretions
towards us. Anyway, by the time we're finished with
him, I'm sure you won't have any problems at all when I
eventually hand him over to you." Noel said
contentedly, all his previous rage and fury completely
gone.
Regardless of the fact I was feeling traumatised and
sickened by what was happening to Brad, Noel's last
comment definitely did grab my attention.
Was Noel really going to give Brad to me? Was it true
Brad was now our pleasure slave? And why would Noel
give Brad to me in any case?
"But we haven't finished yet, have we girl? Now it's
Trevor and Steve's go. You know what to do!" Noel said
as he got up off the bed and motioned to Trevor to have
a go if he wanted to.
Trevor immediately looked at me and then back at Brad.
"Okay queer! Why don't you put your gym clothes back on
again? Let Noel's little brother see just how much of a
faggot you really are. You can do what you did earlier
when you first came in, admitting to us all you were a
fucking homo!" Trevor said, smiling evilly as he threw
Brad his gym shorts, t-shirt and jock-strap.
"You see Evan, the truths in his actions and what he
says. So watch up and see for yourself, because no-one
made him come here and do this. And when he's finished,
then I'll show you what a real man does with a piece of
shit like this!" Trevor said as he turned back around
and we watched Brad quickly get up off his back and
pick up his high school gym clothes.
Within seconds Brad had slipped his jock strap and
tight little gym shorts back up his legs and over his
hips, and donned his t-shirt. To me he still looked
awesome, even though his face was badly bruised and
battered.
He was still a living walking wet dream, and his high
school gym shorts clung to his firm hips in a way that
not only outlined his firm muscled buttock and thighs,
but truly emphasised his huge erect cock and walnut-
sized balls.
But then Brad reached down and pulled the hem at the
bottom of the left leg of his gym shorts up, releasing
with difficulty his large erect penis and balls for all
to see. There he stood at attention with his muscled
arms hanging at his sides, and his firm thick legs
together and his huge penis fully erect jutting out
from the leg opening of his gym shorts, with his balls
swinging low.
"Okay, do it, homo! Show Evan what you did when you got
here!" Trevor sneered.
And then to my astonishment, Brad began doing really
fast jumping jacks as he looked at Trevor in a shy
timid way. As he quickly jumped and landed in a
position that spread his legs wide apart, he clapped
his hands above his head. And then just as quickly Brad
would jump up again and land on his feet with his legs
together and his arms at his sides.
It was all too bizarre, and all I could do was watch as
he continued doing very fast jumping jacks, his cock
and balls bouncing up and down to the speed of him
jumping and landing. And even though it was perversely
outrageous, I still found it to be the most provocative
and sensual thing I'd ever seen in my life.
"Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy!
Daddy, please fuck my sloppy vagina real hard, please
Daddy!" Brad began intoning over and over again in a
voice which imitated that of a little girl as he jumped
up and down.
"See what I mean, Evan! That's the same guy who came
here and admitted he was a fairy to us!" Trevor said as
he licked his lips in lust, stepped forward, and
backhanded Brad across his battered face.
"Now get on your back like before, queer, and I'll fuck
you just the way you like it!" Trevor said snidely,
watching as Brad instantly dropped down onto the floor
on his back, lifted his knees up to his chest, and
reaching around pulled the fabric of his gym shorts
that covered his buttocks taut. Clearly seen by all,
where the seam running down the back of Brad's gym
shorts was stitched was a large hole which had been
ripped into them so as to give direct access from the
outside to Brad's anus.
The rest of how Trevor humiliated and beat up Brad as
he fucked him began to numb my mind. I watched as
Trevor knelt at the base of Brad's buttock, lifted my
hero's legs over his shoulders and then lay down
heavily on top of Brad. And when in position, Brad
obediently reached round and guided Trevor's leaking
erection into the hole ripped into the back of his gym
shorts and pushed his anus up onto Trevor's quivering
eager cock.
And like Noel before him, Trevor began smashing his
fists into Brad's face as he fucked him brutally.
Of course, once he'd finished and Brad had dutifully
licked and sucked his semi-rigid penis clean, Steve
stepped forward, ordered Brad to immediately strip and
forced Brad onto his knees where he demanded a blow
job. At the same time Steve instructed Brad to jerk
himself off, but not to come.
Steve's thick penis and length made Brad gag repeatedly
as he tried to take it all the way down his throat.
Again my heart went out to him as I watched him being
abused by Steve, and I wondered how Noel's two friends
could really believe Brad was doing this of his own
free will.
Maybe they didn't want to know? Maybe they just hated
Brad so much, that any excuse to debase and humiliate
him would do. And as I watched Steve then position Brad
on his hands and knees, kneeling behind him as he drove
his cock savagely all the way up his anal passage, I
tried to look away, tried to think of a way to get out
of here.
The sounds of Steve's fists connecting all over Brad's
back as rode him, of Steve cursing him and smashing his
knuckles into Brad's sides and neck, eventually made me
turn back and watch. In my own way, I was made to watch
Brad's humiliating shame, and if that was the case,
then I needed to witness just how brutal and cruel my
brother and his friends were.
Finally Steve ejaculated deep inside Brad's bowels, and
as Brad once again licked and sucked Steve limp cock
and balls clean, he finally stood up on unsteady feet,
teetering there for a moment.
Immediately Noel came up to him and took Brad's chin in
his hand.
"Time you showed your gratitude for getting real free
men like us to fuck your worthless faggot-girl cunt!
Also, I want you to show my bro here, just how you and
that other hopeless slave over there clean up all the
messes we make when we're finished! Now hurry up and
get on with it!" Noel said firmly.
For the second time only since I'd entered the room, I
looked over at Justin as he hurriedly got up off his
knees from between Trevor's legs and went and lay on
top of my brother's bed.
And as Noel, Trevor and Steve watched with muted
amusement, Brad stood up unsteadily on the king-sized
bed so he could step over and position his feet on both
sides of Justin chest, facing his young brother's
outstretched legs. Then squatting down all the way,
balancing himself on his haunches, Brad lowered his
just fucked and cum-filled arsehole onto his own
younger brother's pursed lips and open mouth.
As Justin lay there staring up at his older brother's
widely spread buttocks, he slowly masturbated himself
as he sucked and tongued out as much of Noel's,
Trevor's and Steve's sperm from Brad's stretched and
gaping red raw anus.
Brad strained to stay balanced in this position,
suddenly looked me straight in the eyes with a soul-
wrenching stare of utter anguish as he reached down
between his widely parted knees, gripped his huge erect
penis in his large hand and commenced jerking himself
as sensually as he could.
"Oh Daddy, thank you for letting me play with my little
clitty, Daddy! Daddy, thank you for letting me show you
how I like to masturbate myself and play with my little
ovaries, thank you Daddy! Oh Daddy, I promise to squirt
lots of little girly juices for you, Daddy! Daddy, oh
it feels really good, thank you Daddy!" Brad said over
and over again while at times changing his chants of
degradation so they became far more humiliating and
demeaning.
Within 10 minutes, all the magnificent lean yet
severely bruised muscles on Brad's body began to spasm
intensely as he moaned in utter shame to the incredible
sensations of Justin's hot moist tongue sliding in and
out of his anus, while his clenched fisted hand slid
furiously up and down his huge throbbing erection.
"Daddy, can I squirt my little girly juices for your
pleasure, Daddy?" Brad grunted between clenched teeth,
struggling not to cum too early as he continued to
furiously jerk off, while at the same time trying to
maintain his squatting position over his young
brother's sucking mouth and probing tongue.
"Well, I suppose it would be nice to see how much
woman's juices a queer faggot slave girl like you can
shoot when she's all sexed up and randy. Why not? Yeah,
do it queer-girl! Show me and my friends what a fucking
useless cunt you really are, but you better make sure
you don't spill any of your slimy gunk on my sheets!
Remember, none on my sheets or I'll have you beaten to
a pulp for disobeying me!" Noel said in an amused
voice, oblivious to Brad's struggles as he strained not
to cum too early.
Suddenly Brad let out a huge sigh as he arched his
back, gasped and grunted loudly, and as he fisted his
throbbing aching dick at a furious pace, he aimed his
rampant cock as low as he could, and whimpering
uncontrollably, shot huge wads of his virile juices all
over the front of his brother's stomach and groin.
Still gasping and moaning as he tried to steady his
breathing, Brad finally squeezed the last of his
powerfully explosive sperm from his long thick penis
before immediately leaning forward to lick up the
steaming puddles of own jism he'd ejaculated all over
his brother.
And once he'd licked up and then swallowed all his
sperm from Justin's body, Brad quickly took his younger
brother's throbbing cock all the way to the back of his
mouth, and proceeded to give Justin a slow leisurely
blow job, just like Noel, Trevor and Steve demanded of
him.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it Evan?" Noel said to me
as he watched Brad sucking off his youngest brother.
"Ah yes, and the big surprise I have for you is that
when we're finished with the fucker, he'll be all
yours. He's signed all the proper legal papers required
stating he is now officially your property, your
pleasure slave! But understand little brother... you
won't be getting him until probably the end of next
month. All our other friends still need time to come
around, and by the sounds of it, they're all just dying
to try out this piece of queer slave meat." He
continued saying in a disdainful manner.
"In fact, just to show you what a nice guy I am, I'll
even let you take Justin from here once faggot-girl
here has sucked him off and then showed us how much his
little brother can cum in his mouth. We don't want you
bitching about us being completely heartless!" he
finished.
Within minutes Justin arched his back up and moaning
softly, ejaculated into Brad's mouth, and once Brad had
opened his mouth and shown everyone in the room how
much of his younger brother's cum covered his tongue, I
immediately grabbed up Justin off Noel's bed and raced
him to the safety of my own bedroom.
***
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 forced to do, I couldn't
even imagine what it must have been like for him in
those three uninterrupted weeks, locked up in a slave
training centre, forced to suck all sizes of stiff
dicks day in and day out, made to take hundreds of
erect cocks up his faggot-pussy all the time and then
humiliate himself with his own brothers, and punished
severely for the smallest mistakes.
Also, I wondered what he must have thought when he was
finally released and returned to eating normal food. I
mean, slave food which only consisted of soft gelatin
pellets and grey porridge-like mush, and regardless of
how nutritious and full of proteins and minerals it
was, still looked and tasted like shit to me.
"You ready faggot" I asked him in a sneering voice.
"Please Noel, why are you doing this? Please just give
me my brothers back. I promise we'll go away, you'll
never see us ever again!" he began pleading, and he
even had tears welling up in his cute blue adorable
eyes.
"Why? Because I can! Of course, I don't really need an
excuse for everything I do, but I'll give you one, just
because we're old buddies okay?" I laughed at him as he
hung his head low, trying not to sniffle and weep.
"I just hate you. And I love fucking and dominating
anything I hate. You just happen to be a low-life
scumbag who came along at the right time when my
friends and I were getting pretty bored. Not much to do
here in this tiny burg, and very little excitement. So
you come waltzing in, start acting all prim and proper
as if you're one of us, play the big football hero and
then decide to take me on. Well, aren't you the stupid
fuckwit then!" I added, shaking my head in mock
sympathy.
"And believe me, I'm actually enjoying this. I've
always enjoyed taking down big tough guys who thought
they were better than me. Fucking them up the arsehole
and getting them to suck me off is just part of what I
do to destroy them. Oh don't look so shocked! There
have been a lot of others before you, but I must admit,
you and your brothers are definitely the most
attractive I've ever brought down."
"Now why don't we adjourn to my bedroom where Trevor
and Steve are waiting? They don't know you're here, so
you'd better put on a great performing for us. I want
you acting like the queer faggot you really are, and if
you stuff this up, I'll make sure you never see your
brother again. I'll make sure they end up suffering
agonies you've only ever dreamt about in your wildest
nightmares! Understand?" I said to him and then stepped
forward so I could cup and squeeze the huge bulge in
his gym short in the palm of my hand.
"Feels like you've gone all limp in the dick
department, faggot-girl! Don't worry, because since
you've still got that slave micro-chip in your spine,
I'll make sure you maintain an erection all the time.
In fact, just to show you there are no bad feelings
between us, I'll set your slave pleasure level really
high so whenever you're getting fucked, you'll
absolutely love it." I stated as I squeezed and
caressed his bulging crotch.
"But I'll still want you gagging whenever any of my
friends fuck your mouth, so we'll leave that setting
unchanged. Got to make it all look and sound realistic,
don't we faggot-girl? Now, do you know what's expected
of you?" I asked again, this time squeezing his large
balls as hard as I could.
"Yes Noel! I'll do whatever you want! Please Noel!" he
grunted in pain, gritting his teeth as he stood there
suffering.
"Of course, if you do exactly what I want, and then
sign the papers which will hand you over to my brother
Evan as his personal pleasure slave, I promise I'll
give them back to you. Straight away in fact! Now are
you ready?" I said impatiently letting go of his nuts
and gesturing for him to precede me.
Like in the movies, I watched him as he lowered his
head, his face bright red as he took a deep breathe,
wiped the tears from his eyes, and moved ahead of me
towards my bedroom.
"What the fuck's he doing here? That bastard nearly put
me in hospital!" Steve shouted when he saw Brad from
where he was sitting naked from the waist down, as
Justin, my newest pleasure slave and Brad's youngest
brother, kneeling naked between his parted legs, slowly
but expertly sucked up and down the thick long length
of Steve's fully erect penis.
And Trevor, who'd been on his knees roughly fucking my
other pleasure slave August up his arsehole,
immediately pulled his cock out, rushed to a metal
souvenir baseball bat I kept hanging over my
mantelpiece, positioned himself ready to crack it over
Brad's head as he entered.
"Don't worry guys! The cunts just come by to apologise
for his rudeness the other day, and to tell us
something he feels we all need to know straight away.
Don't you Brad?" I said as I ushered him to stand in
the middle of my bedroom, before locking the door after
us.
The look on faggot-girl's face as he saw his little
brother blowing Steve was classic. For a moment I
thought all bets were off and he'd start punching out
at the three of us. But he pulled himself together,
looked down at the floor between his feet and mumbled
his agreement with me.
"I can't hear you Brad! You better speak up louder!" I
growled in a low voice, my tone suggesting to him he
better not fuck around.
"Yes Noel! Look guys, please forgive me, I'm really
sorry for going off like that. I was jealous that I
wasn't part of what you were doing, and couldn't help
myself." faggot-girl said, his voice trembling as he
stared blankly ahead at Trevor and Steve.
Both Trevor and Steve looked back at him, blinking, not
knowing how to react to this. They both hated Brad with
a passion, and weren't at all sure what this was all
about.
"Why you dressed like that? You look like a fucking
fag, for fuck sake!" Steve said, still not accepting
Brad's apology.
"Okay Brad! Tell them what you told me earlier. Best
get it off your chest now!" I said firmly, stepping up
in front of Brad so I could look into his eyes.
"Guys, I've got a confession to make. You see... I need
to tell you... Well, I have to tell you that, well,
I'm..." he said, unable to finish his sentence.
"What are you Brad? Come on, best you tell the guys
what you are! You know you've wanted to for a long
time!" I said, my voice betraying my growing anger as
he continued to falter.
"Guys, I have to tell you that I'm gay. I'm a queer.
Have been all my life and I've been really horny and
wanted to pleasure all you guys ever since I first met
you. I was hoping Noel would let me suck him off in
front of you both. And then if he wouldn't mind, I'd
really like it if he'd fuck me up my vagina!" he said,
but this time his voice was a monotone drone, as if his
heart wasn't in what he'd just said.
At first I was livid. There was no way what he'd just
said sounded convincing, but as I raised my arm to
backhand him, Trevor suddenly piped up as he walked
forward, his still hard dick bouncing from side to side
as he came over.
"What's that you said? You're a fucking faggot! I knew
it! I picked him out ages ago, when he first came to
our school. A fucking fruit!" he laughed, but the look
in his face was one of pure disgust and rage.
"Did he just ask to suck you off Noel? And didn't he
just call his arsehole a vagina? And he wants to do
this in front of us too! I can't believe it! Well,
well, well! We got us a live fucking queer here! Is
that right faggot?" Steve said as he pushed Justin's
head roughly away from his leaking cock and came over
to join Trevor and myself as we stared up into the
faggot-girl's humiliated red face.
"Yes Steve, I'm a queer faggot and I'd really like it
if you and Trevor and Noel would fuck my mouth and
pussy real hard and discipline me by beating me up as
well. Please Noel, let me service your big cock, and I
promise I'll make you feel good!" faggot-girl said, his
left eye twitching as he spoke in a soft humiliated
voice.
Suddenly Trevor and Steve were lashing out punches,
smashing their fists all over faggot-girl's face and
torso. In the background I could hear Justin sobbing
and weeping softly as he watched what was happening to
his big brother. Instantly I was on top of him, glaring
into his face.
"You do what you're told, say nothing or I'll fucking
kill you and your brother right now, understand?" I
whispered sadistically into his ear. Shaking his head,
he immediately assumed the slave position on his knees,
looked down and stopped crying as I rejoined the guys.
And there I stood, grinning widely as I watched faggot-
girl fall heavily to his knees under the barrage and
weight of punches Trevor and Steve were pounding into
him.
Just as quickly Trevor and Steve stopped beating on
faggot-girl, and staring down into his now bruised and
battered face.
"Well Noel! The fucking queer's on his knees, so why
don't you make him beg you to suck your dick? I mean,
if that's what he wants, I reckon there's no reason we
can't have some fun before we call the cops in. What
you say?" Steve said breathlessly, as he landed one
more savage punch to Brad's left eye.
"Yeah okay, why not? Hey faggot-girl, beg to suck my
dick and while you're at it, you can call me Daddy from
now on. Yeah, now you really do know who your Daddy
is!" I laughed, slowly unzipping my pants and lowering
them and my underwear past my knees.
"What you waiting for? Beg me, cunt, and make it sound
good, and while you at it, you can jerk yourself off
too. Prove to me you really want to suck on my dick,
faggot!" I snarled, getting into the mood as I watched
him immediately pull the front of his gym shorts down
and start masturbating himself.
Admittedly to my surprise and probably to his as well,
his cock was fully erect when he released it from his
shorts, and then I remembered the implanted micro-chip.
As soon as I ordered him to jerk off, it had sent the
appropriate signals that made his large penis stiffen
in seconds.
"Fucking hell, Jeez, will you look at the size of that
mutha?" Steve said in awe as faggot-girl started to
masturbate himself in front of us.
"Well Noel! Here's the proof! No real guy would ever do
this in front of another man! What a fucking queer!
Just look at him jerking off and licking his lips while
his ogling your meat Noel! For fucks sake, now that's
real nasty!" Trevor said scornfully.
"Maybe so, but I get to fuck the faggot-girl who
thought he was oh so high and mighty! Well, cunt, start
begging to suck my cock! What are you waiting for? Or
do we have to beat you some more?" I snarled, moving my
cock up close to faggot-girl's face.
"Daddy, please let me suck your big cock, please Daddy!
Daddy, please shove your huge dick in my mouth, please
Daddy!" he answered instantly in a heart breaking
frightened and humiliated voice.
And as I stood there waiting, letting the faggot-girl
beg me, and Trevor and Steve stood looking down at him
in disgust, I couldn't help smile with anticipation.
"Okay then, faggot-girl! Lean forward and start licking
my cock all over. No, keep jerking yourself and just
use your mouth, tongue and lips to pleasure me. Always
remember, faggot-girl, queers are never allowed to
touch real men like us unless specifically ordered to."
I commanded.
"That's it! Slobber all over it! Now keep looking up
into my eyes and smile sweetly whenever you're giving
me a blow job, regardless of whether my thick dick's
stuffed all the way down your throat or just my fat
knobs in the entrance of your mouth!" I sneered, and
watched as he quickly followed my instructions.
The look in the faggot-girl's eyes was one of total
humiliation, of utter defeat and even a real desire to
not offend me in any way. I had laid down the course of
his future, punished him in a way that terrified him
when I'd first had him enslaved, and then made him
reveal himself as a queer faggot-girl in front of two
of my best friends. Now I was enjoying the entire
length of his long moist tongue lapping up and down my
spasming uncircumcised fully erect penis.
"Kiss my hairy balls, faggot! That's it, get them all
wet and dripping! Yeah, nice, real nice! Now take the
whole length of my cock in your mouth and slide them
cock sucking lips of yours up and down my dick shaft!
Yeah, that's it! Easy now! Watch those teeth of yours!
You wouldn't want me to have them all yanked out, would
you faggot-girl?" I said teasingly, while breathing
more heavily as his hot mouth sucked firmly on my cock.
After a few more minutes, and staring deeply into his
blue eyes, I disengaged my bursting cock from his deep
sucking mouth with a loud slurping pop.
"Let's change the pace a bit, faggot-girl! Now that
you've got my cock all lubed up, wet and dripping, why
don't you strip off your clothes, lie on your back,
lift your legs up so you can grab your ankles and pull
them up over your head?" I said hoarsely, wanting
desperately to fuck his cherry now.
"Trevor, kneel down on one side of the faggot-girl's
head, and Steve, you get on the other side. Now both of
you take hold of his ankles and pull them wider apart.
Make sure the queer keeps his legs stretched apart as
far as possible at all times, so his vagina's gaping
wide open and winking at me. That's it! Yeah, raise his
butt higher off the ground so I take my time fucking
him!"
"Now faggot-girl, it's time you acted like a horny
little faggot! Reach round and pull your butt cheeks
wide apart. Show me your girl-pussy, and start begging
me to fuck you real hard!" I ordered as I knelt down at
the base of his raised spread buttocks.
At first he'd hesitated for a fraction of a second as
it finally dawned on him this was really happening.
That his worse enemy was actually going to fuck him in
front of two other guys from our high school.
But as he saw the frown cross my forehead, he'd
immediately lain down on his back, lifted his legs up
past his head, and then watched red-faced as Trevor and
Steve grabbed his ankles to pull his legs painfully
apart so his buttocks lifted high off the floor.
Then obediently faggot-girl reached round and pulled
his butt cheeks as wide apart as he could, so I could
see his tiny pink bunghole staring at me, he became
begging me in an embarrassed and quivering voice to
please fuck him.
"Oh Daddy, please fuck my pussy, please Daddy! Please
Daddy, please fuck me as hard as you can, oh please
Daddy!" he crooned over and over again.
There I knelt. Finally I was looking down upon that
once untouchable, unseen entrance to the faggot whore's
best kept secret. A place recently invaded by many
other men and even visited by his two younger brothers.
And now it was finally my turn. I couldn't help smiling
as I steadied myself, ready to assault that which was
now rightfully mine.
As I watched him stare up into my lust-filled face,
silently beseeching me with his sad frightened
despairing blue eyes to not fuck him, to not rape him,
I pushed the large flanged knob of my leaking cock
against the puckered opening of his anus, feeling him
instantly cringe in shame as I prepared for my violent
entry.
And even though faggot-girl's dick was really large and
bigger than my own, there was no way anyone could call
my erect cock small by comparison. I can proudly claim
my cock, when fully erect, is about seven and a half
inches long, and it's really thick. Maybe it isn't as
thick as queer-girl's, but mine would be thick enough
to make this little piggy squeal at the top of his
lungs all the way to the bank.
But I didn't just want to push my cock into him, listen
to him scream for mercy, blow my load and then that was
the end to it. No, I wanted to ram my hard dick up his
pussy, make him scream in ecstasy, and watch him
respond against his will as I slowly fucked him, unable
to stop himself squirming in absolute pleasure. I
wanted his body betraying him completely, making him
forever doubt he was ever a real straight guy.
I wanted Trevor and Steve watching him as he begged for
more, his buttocks gyrating and bucking up to meet my
stabbing penis as his responsive arsehole tried
hungrily to get all of my long hard cock into him.
"Pleasure level 3, proceed" I commanded in a soft
whispered but firm voice that only faggot-girl could
hear, while at the same time viciously slamming my hips
down, shoving the full length of my erect penis all the
way up his anal passage.
The look on his face was glorious.
At first he's blue eyes bulged out of their sockets,
and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream as the air
from his lungs gushed out. I could see his humiliated
pleading eyes reflecting the excruciating agony of his
anus suddenly and viciously stretched wide open to
accommodate the huge girth of my erection as I plunged
it all the way in, in one brutal shove.
But within seconds, as the micro-chip in his spine
clicked into gear and instantly sent coded messages to
his hypothalamus to release thousands of peptides and
proteins into his blood stream, I marveled at how his
painfully stretched anus didn't split or tear apart as
I'd expected.
Instead it expanded itself, moved upwards around my
thrusting dick as it tightened and tried to pull the
full length of my erect penis all the way into his anal
cavity.
And at the same time, fag-girl's face suddenly
contorted from that of indescribable agony of being
anally raped, into a mask of absolute wonder as waves
of pure orgasmic pleasure lashed his huge muscular
bunched up body.
Again the muscles of his anus started to expand and
contract, undulating, vibrating intensely and squeezing
tightly around my thick thrusting dick shaft as I drew
out quickly and plunged back into him.
It was all that was needed to get me fucking him at a
pace that nearly pounded him into the floor beneath us.
As I picked up the pace and started fucking him
furiously, he continued to stare up into my face in
complete shame and unadulterated lust as his body
responded to my brutality, and against his will, he
began humping back upwards to meet my frantic fucking
rhythm with his own.
"You're a real faggot-girl now... See, you're not even
a real man. Real men don't get fucked up the arsehole
and like it. I can see it in your face, cunt! I can
tell you really do love getting fucked up your vagina!"
I puffed and huffed.
"Now you're nothing but a queer bottom girl for me to
fuck whenever I feel like it, and I'm going to be doing
this to you a lot, or until I get bored of you. And
then all my friends are going to fuck you as much as
they like. So, like the obvious whorish faggot girl you
really are, why don't you start thanking me for making
you feel so good?" I spat down into his face
contemptuously, my teeth gritted, my breathing laboured
as I fucked him as hard as I could.
It was beautiful. The faggot-girl was so tight at
times, yet entry into his quivering vagina was so
smooth and firm. The whole silky inner lining of his
hot anal passage rippled and squeezed! His anus
secreted natural anal oils that instantly lubricated my
slamming cock as I pounded deep up into him. It was an
incredibly tight sheaf that massaged and caressed my
thrusting pounding erect penis every time I rammed it
in and out of him.
And the best thing was, as he begged me to fuck him
even harder and deeper, he and I both knew there wasn't
a damned thing faggot-girl could do about it.
What can I say? My balls suddenly detonated and fired,
my cock exploded and I floated on a cloud of exquisite
orgasmic bliss that left me feeling exhausted. It was
the best fuck I'd had in a long time, and as I pulled
my dick out of his girl-cunt, I couldn't help but
notice fag-girl had cum all over his chest and neck
three times as I'd been riding him. Huge amounts of his
own ball juices coating and slicking his upper body.
And in complete and utter shame, all he could do was
stare up at me and then at the mess he'd made in
absolute silence.
"See faggot-girl, this proves you're a queer-girl. Not
only did you love getting fucked up your pussy, but you
also came three times all over yourself without once
touching your fat leaking clit. Now stay there, and
don't move! Trevor, if you want to take a turn, the
queers all yours!" I said gleefully, and slumping back
in one of my armchairs, I looked down at where I'd only
seconds before speared the faggot-girl's tight little
poop-chute, filling it with my sperm to permanently
turn him into my own personal faggot-girl bitch.
As I stared at his now quivering gaping anus as it
leaked out trickles of my cum, Trevor immediately took
my place, but put both of faggot-girl's legs over his
shoulders before laying the full weight of his large
hairy body on top of faggot-girl.
It was a beautiful thing to see. Trevor penetrating the
faggot-girl over and over again, as the queer lay there
on his back, thanking his fucker at the top of his
girly voice.
"Daddy, thank you for fucking me real hard Daddy!
Daddy, it feels really good you fucking and stretching
my vagina so wide open, oh thank you Daddy!" faggot-
girl repeated over and over again as Trevor fucked him
senseless.
The look of pure evil lust and orgasmic bliss plastered
on Trevor's face as he took his time, drilling his
erect dick deeply and then pulling it out all the way
before slamming it back in to his thickly haired pubic
base was marvelous.
But like all good things, Trevor found himself unable
to contain his growing explosive orgasm. Suddenly he
began shuddering all over and instantly shot his spunk
deep up the faggot-girl's twat. And as Trevor giggled
uncontrollably while pulling his slime covered cock out
of faggot-girl pussy, Steve suddenly pushed him out of
the way and dived on top of faggot-girl, pile-driving
his thick leaking log all the way in with one brutal
shove.
Like Trevor, Steve tried to take his time, even
stopping until his heart-rate returned to normal before
he began fucking faggot-girl's overly stretched vagina
once again.
Watching Steve's hairy butt rising and falling was a
wondrous sight to behold as well. His dimpled buttock's
clenching and unclenching as he fucked as hard and fast
as possible, but eventually he spurted his massive load
of sperm into faggot-girl's bowels, grunting
contentedly as he emptied the last of his seed to mix
and mingle with Trevor's and mine.
After Steve had pulled out, that's when we decided to
get a little big nasty. As we rested up and got faggot-
girl to kneel between our legs to clean our cock and
balls with his mouth, well, we realised we couldn't
leave poor Justin out of the picture either. Again we
ordered faggot-girl onto his back.
Yes, Justin was next, and even though he cried and
sniffled like a spoilt little brat at first, he was
eventually going at it as hard as he could. I knew it
wasn't the first time he'd done it to his older
brother, so I just didn't understand why he was acting
so fucking shamefaced and embarrassed.
Stupid little slut! But he came to his senses after I'd
given him a few vicious bitch slaps that knocked some
sense into his dull head, and then threatened to
separate him from his older brothers forever.
Truth is Justin looked so cute and adorable lying naked
face down on top of queer-girl, his small but firm
hairless bubble-butt bobbing up and down like a
jackrabbit as he fucked his big brother's loose and
cum-filled pussy with all his might. And when they
swallowed each others tongues, passionately kissing and
frenching each other as they rutted away as hard as
they could, I smiled as I thought of all the wonderful
pleasures faggot-girl was yet to perform for all our
friends.
And finally, once Justin had shot his young spunk up
his big brother's squelching pussy, I ordered faggot-
girl to get off his lazy whore back and kneel before me
once more. And as a kind gesture, I instructed him to
suck and lick my cock and hairy ball sac once again,
lick the sweat out from under my armpits and then give
me an all over tongue bath.
"Hey Trevor, how's about you do a phone around? I
reckon the other guy's would love to come over and
enjoy this faggot-girl's juicy cunt!" I said as I
pushed faggot-girl's head away from my left nipple,
stood up and went over to my large office table where I
usually did my homework when I wasn't fucking August or
Justin on top of it.
The legal document was a one sheet A4 paper, which
would duly enslave faggot-girl for life to my younger
brother Evan. Again, it was all part of the bigger
picture and if things went my way, if my scheme panned
out, faggot-girl and his two brothers, as well as Evan,
would finally be out of the way, and the family fortune
would be all mine.
Imagine! $28 Billion and every cent of it all mine!
Of course, it was easy to get faggot-girl to sign it
straight away. I'd promised him if he'd done a good
job, performed admirably, and then signed this paper,
then I'd hand over his brothers to him.
Only problem is, now that he'd signed on the dotted
line, he was now a legal pleasure slave, Evan's sex
slave. As such, the law stated that faggot-girl's
brothers would now automatically convert to his new
owner. It really was silly he hadn't considered that or
read the fine-print when he agreed to do what I wanted
of him.
Also, I noticed as Steve had been fucking him, he was
no longer acting either. Not because he was a faggot or
a queer, but because he was in absolute fear of us. He
hadn't realised how cruel and vicious I could be, and
as I'd let Trevor and Steve also use him, all his
resistance and big martyred macho attitude went out the
window.
The so-called tough high school football playing
faggot-girl was now just a simpering cowering bitch,
doing everything I wanted as he begged each of us to
let him suck our dicks, or pleaded with us to fuck him
as hard as we could.
And as Trevor phoned up all our friends, I thought how
nice it would be to reintroduce faggot-bitch to all of
my closest high school buddies as the main attraction
of an ongoing month long gang-bang party right here in
my bedroom.
Maybe I should explain that there are eight guys I hang
around, or I should say who hang around me. I've known
them all my life, and in a way, they're all like very
close brothers to me. Reason is quite simply, they come
from the same high society scene Evan and I grew up in.
And if any one asked us if there were any differences
at all between us, it would surely be that my family is
the wealthiest in the state.
Since the time I started walking as a toddler, we were
all brought together to play, and as we grew up, we
started our own very private fraternity club. No
outsiders were allowed to know about us, including my
brother Evan, and none of our eight club members were
ever allowed to reveal anything about us.
Fact is, I grew up enjoying a privileged life within a
private kid's club that eventually evolved into a super
serious ultra-secret frat club, where we made major
decisions about our futures, about how to deal with
those who got in our way, and how to keep the cops out
of our hair if any of our members did anything stupid
like breaking the law.
Also, because I was the oldest member, it fell upon me
to be our unofficial speaker and leader. And because of
my high status in the club, it was also my
responsibility to make sure all social etiquettes and
beliefs were upheld.
Of course, we had a lot of fun as well; doing the kinds
of crazy things that no other kid at school could ever
really afford to do, like annual holidays to any
destination around the world of our choosing.
But one thing we really got in common and loved to do
together was go around gay-bashing and then outing them
to the whole town.
I suppose people could think that's pretty cruel, but
the truth is, if you're a free person and you're gay,
you're worse off than any slave. Being gay is nearly
illegal in every state and territory of our great
nation, so we knew what we were doing was our moral and
ethical, as well as legal responsibility.
Now don't go getting all twisted up inside about it!
Just because I like to personally fuck male pleasure
slaves don't mean I'm gay. In fact, society holds me up
in high regard because I've even bought a few, and
taken on the responsibility of training them up so they
can be integrated into the slave system.
See, slaves aren't considered people; they're just a
different form of dumb animal, like cows or sheep. It's
just a quirk of nature they just so happen to look like
real free persons. They're only put on this world to
obey and serve their Masters, which in a way, is a very
important role for them.
How did me and my friends get started, you ask? Well I
remember it was on a Friday evening and I'd just turned
15, and the eight of us were getting drunk and smoking
some really deadly pot to celebrate my birthday.
We were holed up in a large expensive luxury motel room
my father had rented for me for the whole weekend, and
that's when my best friend Lyndon told me that a close
friend we'd all thought was a cool guy, had admitted to
him that he thought he might be gay.
Well, the shit hit the fan then. We were all screaming
in outrage that a young teenage queer free citizen had
taken advantage of our friendship. Before any of us
knew what we were doing, we'd revved each other up, and
within 15 minutes, we were on our way to the local mall
where he hung out all the time. We must have looked
like a rioting mob of munchkins racing down the
streets.
We did eventually find him, but he was at his home
alone, as his parents were away for the weekend. So we
broke in and beat the crap out of him. And because he
started crying as if he were a fucking girl, a real
faggot, we got angrier and angrier.
I don't know who suggested it, but the next thing we
knew was we'd stripped him naked, forced him to give us
a blow job each and took turns fucking him. It lasted
all weekend, him either on his hands and knees sucking
us off or on his back letting every one of us fuck him.
Well, we were gone by the time his parents got home,
and after phoning through an anonymous tip to the
authorities, the then next thing we knew he'd been
enslaved for life a week later.
At the time, I might have felt a bit embarrassed and
ashamed of my actions, because it turned out my friend
had only made the story up about him being gay, so I
did the honourable thing, went down to the auction
sales that weekend with father, and bought the little
fucker.
Now he's my personal cock sucking pleasure slave, and I
renamed him August.
Funny how life works out, because I can't even remember
what his real name used to be! Dillon? Richard? Who
gives a fuck!
So there you go. Friday nights we'd go out trawling for
fags. Eventually we refined our methods as we got
older; being a little bit more discreet in how we went
about locating and kidnapping any one we thought was a
faggot.
If they were over 21, we usually just grabbed them,
beat them up over a long period until they confessed
and then call the law enforcement officers to come pick
them up.
If they were about our own age, we'd drag them off to
an abandoned warehouse or condemned factory in an
isolated area of town, and teach them a lesson by
raping them all weekend.
Our last Friday night outing was about four months ago,
and that's only because we all had to study for
upcoming exams. On that night, we found a young 17 year
old trying to sell his body to some truckers at the
local café leading out of town.
Memories of that night are still fresh in my mind,
because someone had brought along a suitcase full of
women's lingerie and a whole array of sex toys. Made
that pansy dance around and jerk off for us in between
us brutally raping his faggot boy-pussy and cock
sucking mouth and then we used the huge dildos and
other torture devices on him.
Kind of cool really, as I thoroughly enjoyed that whole
weekend!
And why am I going to great lengths when I've actually
already won? I already own his youngest brother Justin
whom I sodomise every chance I get, and Evan's having a
ball fucking Sean every chance he gets, and here's
faggot-girl begging Trevor, Steve and me to fuck him
stupid.
His just signed the legal docs enslaving him to my
little brother for life, and Evan will eventually do
the one thing that will ultimately hand the entire
family fortune over to me.
Probably it should be as simple as leave it alone now
and watch it all fall into place. Hand faggot-girl over
to him and see how Evan self-destructs.
But I'm not going to. Because I still owe faggot-girl
for hitting me that day, and interfering in my family
business.
And why? It just so happened that those eight best
friends of mine who Trevor is now inviting over, also
happened to be standing there to see faggot-girl drop
me with one punch to my chin.
Believe me, there's no way I can let that slide by
unchallenged, regardless of the family fortune.
***
4.2 Brad Cahill - Animal House
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
I'm scared! Noel has programmed my micro-chip so I am
acting like a sobbing frightened little pubescent queer
boy.
Already three weeks have passed and Noel's eight high
school buddies and some of their many friends haven't
stopped taunting, beating and raping me.
A single tear slides slowly down my swollen right
cheek.
"What a useless faggot! To think this piece of shit
used to be captain of our high school football team!"
someone shouts out loudly, followed by raucous cruel
laughter as all those watching me gloat at my despair.
"Can't believe the cunt used to strut around school
thinking he was such a tough guy! Now look at him!
Nothing but a pathetic queer-boy!" another raised voice
spits out in disgust.
And even though I am the tallest and by far the most
muscular guy in this small dank room, and knowing I
could probably take them on and protect myself against
their abuse, there is nothing I can do but stand there.
My micro-chip requires that I submit to their abuse and
cry and beg them in a little queer boy's voice not to
hurt me, to please have pity on me. And I know if I
struggle or attempt to fight back, I will be severely
punished for not acting exactly as Noel wants.
Also, regardless of my micro-chip, I'm feeling so
tired! Absolutely exhausted!
My heaving chest rises and falls erratically, and I
struggle to stand still, to not fall down on my knees
and start weeping and pleading with them.
I moan as another overwhelming wave of utter shame
consumes me, making my entire body tremble violently.
I'm so embarrassed and humiliated by what I am being
forced to do, and choking back a shuddering sob, I
whimper softly, feeling new spilled tears rolling down
my severely battered face.
Frightened, exhausted, I stand absolutely still, my
head bowed low. With both hands I hold the front of my
high school football jersey up under my chin, revealing
the huge darkening black and blue contusions that cover
large sections of my muscled chest and flat washboard
stomach.
My jockstrap and unlaced football pants are pulled down
just below my kneecaps, exposing my bare legs, inner
thighs and large dangling hairless genitals to all the
guys gathered in the room. My legs are trembling, and
are spread as far apart as the elastic waist band of
both my strap and pants will stretch without breaking
and snapping and flicking back painfully on my knees.
Also, placed between my thick muscular inner thighs and
balanced on top of my lowered pants, sits my football
helmet and I can feel the bottom of my dangling scrotal
sac brushing lightly against the top of my protective
head gear. Discarded on the floor to my left lies my
shoulder-pads and protectors.
As ordered, my smooth hairless crotch is thrust all the
way forward, and my very thick fully erect eight and a
half inch uncut penis, curving upwards vertically, juts
out obscenely from the base of my groin.
Obediently, I stand perfectly still on unsteady feet,
as once again a shuddering sob escapes my swollen split
and bloodied lips.
Suddenly I whimper aloud in grief once again, as I'm
momentarily blinded by the intense dazzling flashing
lights of someone taking photographs of my complete and
utter humiliation. Desperately I try to hide my
battered and bruised face and identity by turning my
head away, and immediately I start crying, weeping
softly and my puffed-up bloodied bottom lip quivers as
I try to contain myself.
"Now that just won't do, fairy! No, not at all! So stop
that bawling, look up and smile real pretty for the
camera, faggot!" says Daniel Maddox sternly as he steps
towards me menacingly, naked except for a pair of baggy
boxer shorts hiding his modesty.
"Daddy, yes Daddy!" I respond instantly in a meek,
quivering boyish voice, trying to obey him as Daniel
squats down on one knee before me and looking up
through the view finder of the digital camera, snaps
off a few more shots.
At 17 years of age, Daniel stands tall at five feet six
inches. He has short ginger coloured hair and is very
large and bulky around the chest and stomach, though he
doesn't appear to have an ounce of fat on his body at
all. With a solid stocky build, much like a pit-bull,
he plays the centre position in offensive line on the
football team, and used to be one of my closest friends
just a few months ago.
"Yeah, not such a tough guy now, are you faggot?" he
states, staring up at me, his cruel hazel eyes filled
with contempt.
"Daddy, no Daddy!" I reply immediately in a timid, soft
voice, cringing in fear as he stands up and suddenly
slaps me viciously across my left cheek. Unable to stop
myself, I sob, groan and whimper out loudly as
agonizing pain shoots through every bruised and swollen
muscle in my battered face.
"Can't believe you led me on, making me believe you
were this supposed tough straight guy all this time,
faggot! I looked up to you, cunt! Really did like you!
But turns out you were nothing but a disgusting fucking
queer!" Daniel sneers, as he again slaps me savagely
across my face.
"Daddy, please Daddy! I'm so sorry Daddy!" I plead,
sobbing wretchedly; absolutely terrified Daniel will
start beating me around my face and torso once again
with his fists.
Daniel, looking down at my rock-hard erection, chuckles
as he tightly grips my rigid penis in his right hand,
and smiling maliciously, turns his head towards every
one gathered in Noel's bedroom.
"Richard! Marcus! Why don't you grab the video cams,
and record this faggot queer fucking my hand. Should
make great viewing entertainment for all his friends at
school, don't you think?" he says, enjoying the instant
riotous applause everyone gives him.
Richard Summers and Marcus Fielding step forward. Both
are 17 years old, and like Daniel, we used to hang
around a lot together.
Richard, standing tall at 5' 9", is the chunkiest of
the all guys gathered around watching and laughing at
my shame. He has a huge barrel of a chest and large
protruding stomach and waist. Also, he has the hairiest
body for his young age, with thick black course matted
hair already covering his large chest and stomach. On
the football team, he plays next to Daniel on the
centre line.
Marcus Fielding's body and build is the complete
opposite to Richard and Daniel, as he is 5' 7" in
height, very lean and slim, with short brown hair. Not
that his weight and size worry him, as he is the
fastest sprinter of the team, and enjoys the position
of wide receiver.
Both Richard and Marcus are also stripped down to their
underwear, with Richard wearing large overly stretched
y-front briefs and Marcus wearing a pair of very tight
fluorescent green coloured jockey briefs. I can see
that they are all turned on by my shameful appearance,
as the fronts of their underwear are bulging and
tenting out horizontally from their covered groins.
Again pain lances through my battered and bruised face
as Daniel suddenly connects the palm of his left hand
stingingly across my cheek again.
"Come on, homo! What are you waiting for? And while
you're at it, you can smile real big and tell all the
guys, one at a time, just how fucking good this entire
queer shit makes you feel!" he says callously, ordering
me to hurry up and fuck his unmoving clenched fisted
hand.
With tears of humiliation cascading down my face,
obediently I begin humping my hips back and forth as I
slide my rigid thick dick in and out of the tight
cavity of Daniel's fisted hand. Totally ashamed, I feel
my large dangling balls repeatedly swinging forward,
loudly slapping against Daniel's wrist before swaying
back under my parted thighs.
Daniel keeps his clenched fist perfectly still in front
of my thrusting groin, making me move my hips back and
forth faster and faster, and I watch in despair as
Richard and Marcus move in closer to capture my fucking
motions and the expression of misery on my beaten face.
As they film me, I obediently look up into the gathered
faces of all the guys, grin widely in a grotesque
parody of a smile.
I cringe inwardly, knowing I must speak up loudly, and
through tear-blurred vision I can make out the
glowering faces of Jessie Franklin and Craig Jessop
staring back at me.
"Daddy, it feels so nice, Daddy! Daddy, it's making me
feel really good, Daddy!" I say in a high pitched
boyish sobbing voice to each of them, before I turn my
damaged smiling face towards Greg Smithers and Paul
Whitman.
Again, as the ever-mounting humiliation flows through
me, I announce loudly to them individually just how
good fucking Daniel's hand is making me feel.
Quickly I turn my swollen eyes and look into Simon
Dexter's, Mitch Ryan's and Devon Willard's stony hate
filled faces, and to each one of them, I also tell them
how good this degradation is making me feel.
Finally turning to look at Noel, I shiver in fear as I
see the stern unhappy look on his face. Immediately I
force myself to smile even wider and really start
fucking forward as hard and fast as I can, trying to
make myself look as sexy as possible for Noel and all
the other guys watching me.
Eventually Noel steps forward, and making sure both
video cameras are showing a clear full frontal image of
me, and that only Daniel's clenched hand gripping my
pistoning cock are in the field of view of the camera
lens, he smiles maliciously and looks me back in the
eyes.
"You can cum now, faggot-girl!" he says in a firm
commanding voice.
My orgasm is explosive. Shuddering and shaking
uncontrollably I gasp out as I struggle to stay upright
on my feet. Then staggering and slamming my hips
forward as far as I am able to, I cry out loudly as
five powerful blasts of my viscous sperm sprays
copiously out of my rampant cock, then quiver all over
as Daniel painfully squeezes the last drops of my jism
from the length of my cock.
In the background, as I try to steady myself, I hear
all the guys, every one of them, shouting, screaming,
and yelling at me. Voices roar out viciously, brutally
condemning me, calling me cruel terrible names.
And as I stare in horror, standing motionless,
struggling to catch my breath and still holding my
football jersey up under my chin, with my legs wide
apart and my football pants trapped around my knees, I
watch as all the guys move as one, closing in on me.
Before I know it, I am wailing hysterically and
pleading with them as fists and feet strike my upright
body. Sobbing loudly, I beg them in a pathetic pitiful
cracking girly voice to please not hurt me anymore, to
please have mercy on me, but the savage punches and
kicks continue.
Suddenly a powerful head-jarring punch connects with my
already nearly swollen over left eye, and I feel myself
instantly sink into a numbing state of detachment. I
can see all the guys around me, fists and feet lashing
out as they quickly force me down onto my knees, and
then more punches and kicks knock me onto my back.
I don't know if I am crying or begging anymore. I can
see many fists and striking feet lashing out,
descending as if in slow motion as they continue to
beat on my unmoving prone body.
I don't know when I blacked out, or how long I've been
unconscious, but when I wake up I find I'm now wearing
my football helmet, and my protective pads are secured
onto my shoulders.
In deep shock, feeling no pain now, I realise my
football pants have been ripped off my legs and thrown
aside, while my jockstrap has been pulled back up
around my waist, although the thin cotton pouch has
been tucked under my balls, leaving my large hairless
genitals uncovered.
On either side of my head, Simon and Devon are kneeling
down. Gripping my ankles tightly, they have dragged my
legs way up over my head, and then pulled them wide
apart.
With my buttock raised high up off the ground, and my
arse cheeks stretched wide open for easy access to my
anus, I look up into Richard Summer's lust-filled
leering face as he lays heavily on top of me and slides
the full length of his erection up into me.
Through the protective metal eye shield of my football
helmet, I watch him as he now commences grunting and
puffing, fucking me with long powerful hip thrusting
strokes.
He is holding onto my shoulder pads, looking me in the
eyes, bouncing his large bulky hips up and down, his
thick leaking teenage cock slamming in and out of my
already well-used, red-raw widely stretched anus.
"Always wanted to fuck you, bitch! Make you my sweet
little girlfriend and ram your pussy!" Richard grunts
into my beaten face, pounding away.
"How's it feel, slut? How's it feel having a real man
fuck your queer pussy? Answer me you faggot!" he gasps
out aloud as he stares into my eyes.
From far away I hear my own voice replying.
"Oh Daddy, it feels really good, thank you Daddy!
Daddy, please fuck me harder, please Daddy!" echoes in
my ears as Richard smiles in appreciation and begins to
fuck me as hard as he can.
"Yeah, that's it, faggot! Talk real dirty to me, you
fucking queer! Yeah, I'm gonna pound you until you
start begging me to ram every inch my hard cock up your
pussy and out your mouth!" Richard snarled as he fucked
me even harder.
In my stupor, I realised it isn't long before Richard
ejaculated deep up into my bowels, and then Jessie
hurriedly took his place, slipping his penis all the
way into me with one quick push.
And so it continues. One after the other, each of the
guys takes their turn at fucking me as hard as they
can.
As I slip in and out of unconsciousness, I'm feeling no
pain except an ever expanding fullness in my anus each
time they swap places and push their throbbing cocks
all the way into me.
I imagine I open my swollen eyes and I'm looking up
into my youngest brother's sad despairing face. In my
mind I cry out to him, beg his forgiveness that I
wasn't able to protect him or Sean from this living
nightmare. But his face turns into a radiant smile as
it fades away to be replaced with Steve leering down at
me as he fucks me as hard as he can.
But I know Justin isn't here. Somehow I vaguely
remember him being taken away so he doesn't have to
continue watching my endless humiliation and
degradation.
"God you're good faggot! Your pussy always seems to be
so tight and gripping. Fucking best screw I've ever
had, even better than my girlfriend's snatch!" Steve
suddenly grunts into my battered face.
By now, I don't know how much time has gone by, but it
seems like an eternity. It could be minutes, hours or
days, but I don't know and by now I don't care.
At one time, I look up and there's Daniel on top of me,
fucking me, and spitting large globs of phlegm onto my
upturned face.
"Oh Yeah, that feels great! Fucking you real hard, gay-
boy! Feel my dick filling your pussy, you fucking
faggot!" Daniel roars as he pounds me. I sink back into
blessed unconsciousness once again as I sense him
discharge his ball juices deep up into me.
When I finally come to, suddenly I gag out loudly,
violently as a large thick fleshy object restricts my
breathing and slams into the back of my throat.
Startled, confused and frightened, I realise I have
been placed on my knees, and my hands are tied behind
my back. I am bent forward all the way, and the only
thing I can see in front of me is the thick patch of
dark pubic hairs growing from Mitch Ryan's groin.
"Oh yeah cock sucker! That's it! Take it all! Show Papa
what a good cock sucking homo you really are!" says
Mitch as he holds the back of my head tightly, and
shoves the full length of his fat six and a half inch
erect uncut cock all the way to the back of my mouth.
Again I gag violently as leaking tears start gliding
down my battered face into his pubic hair. Once again,
agonizing pain lances through my brain as I obediently
tighten my swollen split lips around the girth of his
long throbbing penis.
Now, on bended knees, I am passed around, giving each
of the guys as many blow jobs as they want. Each time
they cum, filling my mouth with their sperm, I swallow.
Regardless if they are sitting down, or standing up, I
obediently kneel before them and suck them off.
Finally I can no longer stay on my knees. I slump to
the ground and as I feel a crunching blow to my temple
ricochet my head backwards, I feel myself slip into
unconsciousness once again.
Then there are only voices. I hear them but they seem
so far away.
"Is he still alive? Are you sure he's unconscious and
not dead?" I didn't know who was talking, but the
concerned voice sounded so faint, so distant.
"I never killed no slave nor queer in my life, and I
ain't about to start now!" was that Trevor's voice?
Again I couldn't tell.
"Oh stop being a drama queen, for fuck sake! Let's just
get him to Evan's room like Noel said! Though I got to
admit, I didn't realise we'd gotten so carried away. He
looks like his in really bad shape, dude!" maybe that
was Steve's voice, or maybe Daniel's?
"Don't worry about anything, guys! This piece of shit
is nothing but a fucking slave! Anyway, if Noel's queer
brother Evan does what he expect him to do, none of
this will matter! And if Noel's right, he'll be the
wealthiest person in this state within a fortnight, and
this faggot-girl and his brothers will cease to even
exist! Remember, there's always a bright side to
everything!" that was definitely Trevor's voice, but to
me, it all sounded so confusing, so unreal.
For a long time I felt nothing. I just floated in a
place of complete darkness and emptiness. Then a single
voice once again rouses me, a soft irritating voice I
just want to go away.
"I don't think I can give you up, faggot-girl! And I
sure don't want to give you to my little brother,
definitely not now, not ever!"
Yes, that was Noel's voice, a thick syrupy voice
speaking directly to me.
"Oh yes, you've become my perfect sex slave, the
ultimate! And you were so good at servicing all my
friends like you did. Believe it or not, queer-boy, but
I was so proud of you! So I think I need you to stay
with me from now on. I think you need to stay with me
forever!" the voice of Noel continued softly as I felt
a cold moist pressure gently glide across my forehead.
"So hang in there, my gorgeous sex slave. I want you to
get all better now, and then I'll come and get you
back. And when I get you back, I promise I'll never
hurt you ever again." The voice ended as it trailed off
into silence, and I felt two soft lips kiss my forehead
tenderly.
And then I sank into a darkness of pure silence and
peace.
***
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 unconscious. I tried to gather my thoughts as I
considered the savagery that must have been used
against him as I felt the tears once again trying to
escape my eyes.
Both Sean and Justin were sitting cross-legged, naked
on top of the bed on either side of Brad's inert badly
battered body. Both were reaching out and gripping
Brad's large unmoving hands, rubbing them tenderly and
trying to whisper encouragement to him through their
sobbing tears. Both their heads were bowed low, not in
submissive slave supplication, but from broken hearts
and fear their big brother was actually going to die.
Myself, I was livid. Never had I felt so much anger in
my short teenage life.
I had been stunned earlier in the day to walk into my
own bedroom to find Brad lying in the middle of my bed,
his face and body beaten to a bloody pulp, and Noel
sitting next to him gently running a damp washcloth
over my hero's severely damaged face.
How could Noel have done this? It was barbarous.
Absolutely vicious and unacceptable, to such an extent
it even shocked my father.
"For fucks sake, he's only a slave! Who gives a shit if
he lives or dies?" Noel had said expansively,
offhandedly, trying to explain that his friends had
just gotten carried away a little bit. But I could see
the nervous tick in his right eye as he eyed Brad's
severely battered features and gulped as father had
rounded on him.
"What have you done Noel? This is inexcusable! You are
never to buy another slave again without my permission
from this day forth. Evan, you have permission to keep
the three of them here with you, as well as August. But
be warned both of you. As soon as this large slave here
is healthy again, I'm having the whole lot sold. I
won't have this type of bloody minded behaviour ruin
the family's good name!" he'd said as he'd stomped off.
"I don't know what all the trouble is! He's just a
common low-life faggot slave, so why is everyone
rallying around him for..." he never got to finish his
cruel snide remark.
Me, I'd exploded, and for the first time in my life, I
had no fear of my big brother, and bellowing at him, I
punched Noel in the face.
"Now get the fuck out of my room before I kill you, you
bastard!" I'd screamed.
Noel had staggered backwards a few paces when I'd hit
him, and he was holding his bloodied broken nose. A
look of pure shock illuminated his face. He couldn't
believe what I'd done, and taking one more look at Brad
laying unconscious on my bed, he quickly turned around
and left my bedroom, quietly closing the door after
him.
I was shaking with rage, and quickly went over and
locked the door, and as I looked around, I saw Monet
and August immediately assuming the slave position and
their bodies trembling in fear.
And when I swung my head around, there were Sean and
Justin, tears streaming down their faces, leaning over
their badly bruised and beaten unconscious older
brother in an attempt to protect him from my wrath.
Instantly I calmed down. They were terrified of me.
They were terrified their older brother was going to
die. To them, I was still the brother of the sadistic
person who had destroyed their family, enslaved them
and had beaten to a bloody pulp their brother.
"Monet, go and get a doctor here right now. And Monet,
not a slave vet, I want a real doctor! August, go get
some of my good towels and a large bowl of warm water."
I ordered in a soft voice, trying to calm them both
down as well. Immediately they went into action, Monet
happy to be doing something at least, and I could see
he was happy I had finally taken control of the
situation.
"Justin and Sean, try very gently to move him to the
side of the bed. Otherwise the doctor won't be able to
reach him when he gets here." I said in a kind voice,
trying to reassure them.
At first they looked at me in fear, distrusting me, but
Sean quickly nudged his sobbing younger brother and
nodded, a signal for Justin to help him as he
carefully, very gingerly began to edge Brad's huge limp
broken body to the edge of the bed.
Immediately I knelt down next to the bed but suddenly
Justin placed himself between Brad and me. Slowly I
reached out and placed my left hand gently on Justin's
trembling shoulder as he tried to cringe away from my
touch.
And even as I looked at Justin, I remembered how much
of a brutal beating he too had suffered at the hands of
my brother before I'd quickly whisked him away to the
safety of my bedroom over four weeks ago. I wanted to
hug him and tell him and Sean that everything would be
okay, but I knew that was impossible at the moment.
Again I looked back into Brad's face, forcing myself to
see through the severe damage done to his face,
remembering the tall handsome young teenage football
star who had taken the time out to befriend me, and
treated me with kindness.
Then I turned to both boys, a look of purposeful
determination on my face.
"Guys, he's going to be alright, I promise you! And
from now on, you'll all be safe in this room. No-one
will ever enter here without my permission, not even my
brother. So try and keep your spirits up." I said
softly, watching their frightened eyes as they stared
back at me.
It was another 30 minutes before the doctor arrived,
but the moment he discovered he'd been called out to
visit a slave, he'd nearly turned around and left. But
when I told him Brad was one of my most valued and
prized possessions, and that I would personally pay him
five times the amount he'd normally make for a house
call, suddenly he became my best friend and turned his
attention to Brad's needs.
As he worked on Brad, bandaging his injuries and
injecting him with large doses of pain killers,
penicillin, antibiotics and antihistamines, I asked him
how difficult would it be to remove the micro-chip from
his spine.
Of course he went on about how illegal such a procedure
was, but he indicated that it was something that could
be done in a flash. Given the right incentive, even he
might consider performing such a removal.
"Can you do it now?" I'd asked immediately, as ideas
and thoughts began filtering through my mind. Already a
plan was forming and I knew what I had to do.
"Well I could. But he might not survive the delicate
procedure in his current physical state, especially if
you don't have a full-time nurse to monitor him 24
hours for the next two weeks." He answered.
"I want four extractions done now. I'll pay you
quadruple the amount you would normally charge, plus a
goodwill fee if you stay here and monitor them." I
stated firmly, hoping he would take up my offer. I
didn't think he'd knock it back, as $850k and a $150k
bonus on top is a massive amount of money by anybody's
standards.
Of course he stayed, immediately phoning his nursing
assistant to bring the correct implements he'd require.
Then calling his wife, he explained he'd be away for
fourteen days and would see her when he got back home
in a week's time.
I stayed there too, determined no-one would interrupt
us, and making sure the doctor had everything he
needed. And as I fussed and worried, Monet took control
of putting August, Sean and Justin to work cleaning my
bedroom and ensuring it was spotlessly clean and
sterile.
When that was done, he organised with the kitchen slave
staff that we were all well fed.
There were a few anguished moments as I tried to
console and explain to Sean, Justin, August and Monet
what I was now planning to do.
Both Sean and Justin were frantic and nearly hysterical
as the doctor very carefully turned their older brother
over onto his stomach and began inserting a huge
syringed needle into Brad's neck at the base of his
spine. Quickly I intervened and sitting them both down
I told them how the doctor was extracting the micro-
chip from Brad's spine, and how everything would be
alright. Immediately they both calmed down and looked
at me with hesitant cautious smiles creeping over their
frightened despairing faces.
Of course the smiles vanished instantly when I told
them firmly that they too would have to undergo the
extraction procedure over the next few days.
August was also very jittery, unsure of what was
happening. One minute he was Noel's personal pleasure
slave and the next moment he was about to be sold off.
Looking at me with huge frightened eyes, with tears
running down his cheeks, I finally took him aside and
gently told him he too was going to have his micro-chip
removed and from now on he would be staying with me.
Like the others, he contemplated it for a little bit
and eventually gave me a very grateful smile.
Monet was the most calm of us all. In a way, I think he
knew what I was going to do before I'd even made up my
mind. As always, he moved around the room making sure
everyone was comfortable.
And so the doctor did what I paid him to do. He removed
the micro-chips from the spines of Brad, Sean, Justin
and August. Monet was the only one without a silicon
chip, as his advanced age didn't require him to be
fitted with one when they were originally made
available to the public.
Also, in the fourteen days the doctor stayed monitoring
them all, he nursed Brad back from the brink of what
possibly could have been his untimely death.
He eventually left, shaking my hand heartily, leaving
me with instructions on how to continue nursing Brad.
Brad had actually regained consciousness on the third
day, and even though he smiled weakly as he saw his two
brothers, his puffed-up, bruised eyes were full of
terror whenever he looked at me. It broke my heart to
think he saw me as a brutal enemy that would want to
hurt him like my brother had.
Physically he got better, mentally he stayed unchanged.
To him I was now his master and he was the pleasure sex
slave. He woke up screaming every night, frantically
staring around, his eyes rolling in terror, and then
both Sean and Justin would spend the next few hours
trying to calm him down. As the days flew by, we
finally got Brad up off my bed and onto his feet.
But every time I approached him, Brad would instantly
assume the mandatory slave position, his hands behind
his back and his head hanging low on his chest. And
like Noel had taught him, he'd offer himself up to me.
And I must admit to being amazed, because even though
I'd had his micro-chip removed, he'd still be able to
spring a massive erection in seconds as he thrust his
groin out for me to inspect him.
It was Monet who took me aside one day and told me what
the problem might be, and when he explained it, I felt
the tears fall from my eyes as I stared at Brad in
despair.
"Master Evan, I'm sorry to tell you but the friend you
knew isn't in there. I mean, your friend Brad as been
severely broken and so has his mind. I think you'll
find it might be a long time before the young teenage
man you once knew finally decides to come back, Master
Evan!" Monet had said softly and gently to me.
Again Brad had assumed the slave position, but this
time I decided I was going to do something about it. I
had to break through to him. Looking around at Sean,
Justin, August and Monet, I ordered them from the room
into my side study, telling them to close and lock the
door behind them. Sean looked at me frightened, but I
reassured him with a gentle smile and told him
everything would be alright.
When they were gone, I turned my attention back to
Brad.
"Lie on the bed Brad!" I commanded, and I watched as he
did as I told him. And as he lay on his back, he spread
his legs as far apart as he could and arched his hips
up high into the air.
Instantly my face reddened as I looked down at him, his
legs spread wide, his arms stretched out way above his
head, and his huge erect penis laying flush against his
flat muscled stomach as he pushed his hips further up.
Slowly I approached him and placing my hand on his flat
smooth hairless stomach, I gently pushed down, telling
him to lie back on the bed comfortably so I could
cuddle up next to him. At first he looked confused,
wondering why I wasn't already using and hurting him,
but he complied, waiting for my next instructions.
"Brad, I want you to be my friend. I want you to cuddle
up to me and keep me warm. Do you hear me?" I said
softly as I lay down next to him and wrapped my arm
around his large muscular chest. I could feel him
shivering, as if he was trying to work out what he was
supposed to do and how to do it.
"Brad, I love you so much! You're the most handsome guy
I've ever met in my entire life. Will you hold me and
protect me?" I added, and then I hugged him as tightly
as I could to my short skinny body.
This time it was me looking up into his confused
frightened face as I tried to reassure him that
everything was okay. And as I hugged him, I reached up
and ran the soft palms of my hands gently over his
body, carefully and tenderly caressing him and kneading
his muscled torso.
And then I reached for his huge thick erection, and
hesitating for only a moment, I bent my head down and
took as much of it as I could into my mouth.
Again, looking up into his confused face as I tried to
suck him off, I was nearly overwhelmed by the
wonderfully intoxicating scent of his sex organs.
Suddenly he was moaning, looking down into my face with
a lost befuddled expression stretched across his, but I
could tell he was enjoying the gentleness of my touch
and how my small mouth made his thick hard dick feel.
To him, here was his master sucking on his penis, and I
was being gentle, tender and caring. Quickly I let his
erection fall from my stretched mouth, and just as
quickly, as he lay there feeling even more confused, I
stripped off my pants and straddled his waist, lowering
my virgin hole onto his massive penis.
I didn't try to push myself down on to him as hard as I
could. To do so would have ruptured me and probably
ripped my insides to shreds. I just wanted him to feel
the warmth of my butt cheeks around his large pole for
the moment, and then I'd slowly try to get some of his
huge fat dick into my tight virginal passage.
It took ages and it was hard going, and at times I
thought I would pass out. But by small degrees and
forcing myself to continue on, and making myself sit
further down on him, I could tell I must have taken
maybe more than two-thirds of his stiff organ deep into
my anus.
With perspiration pouring off me, I felt the skin of
his smooth hairless balls finally touch my arse cheeks
and I knew he was all the way in and I was sitting all
the way down on him.
I won't lie. I was in excruciating pain, but I raised
myself up a fraction and slowly sat down again. Up and
down I bounced at first doing it very, very slowly so I
could try and get use to the feel of how his mammoth
cock was stretching me beyond endurance.
It didn't get any less painful as I slowly increased
the speed. At times, I knew I'd collapse in a dead
faint if I didn't suddenly feel his hands come up
around my hips and hold me firmly, and as I looked down
into his blue eyes, I saw the confusion he was feeling
as he fucked upward slowly like a real man for the
first time since he'd been brutalised by my brother.
And for the first time since Noel had hurt him, I
thought I saw the real Brad looking back out at me.
"Roll me onto my back and really fuck me hard Brad. I
want you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can, just
like a real man! I want you to hurt me like my brother
Noel did to you! Use me like a slave and hurt me,
Brad!" I gasped out as I tried not to black out, tears
running down my face as I gritted my teeth against the
agony, and silently praying he would do it but be very,
very quick about it.
"No Master... Please! I'll not hurt you, and I don't
want to do that to you any way, please Master!" Brad
said in a panic, nearly hysterical, as he slowly pulled
his cock out of my arse as gently as he could. But he
did roll me onto my back and lying next to me,
clutching my small thin body close to his, he look down
into my face with a funny bewildered frightened smile
on his face.
Then I just lay there, smelling his naked body,
enjoying him hugging me close to him. In my mind, it
was a start, and I knew if I did this every day, making
him feel more like a man in control, urging him on to
look after and protect me, I'd eventually break through
his mental block and he'd come back to us all once
more.
So every day, once I'd sent everyone out of my bedroom
so Brad and I could be alone, I continued to straddle
his waist and take his huge erect organ up into my
arsehole. And every time I would take him all the way
up me, I'd nearly faint from the extreme pain of having
it stretch me open so wide.
At times I thought I was getting used to its width and
length, and then I'd stupidly think I'd quite happily
enjoy having him fuck me as hard as he could. But as
he'd once again lift me off him and lay me down next to
him as he cuddled me close to me, I'd feel myself lose
consciousness from the extreme pain as he slowly but
gently remove his massive pole from my anus.
But finally the day came as he lifted me off him and
hugged me close to him.
"I can't fuck you like you want Evan. It would hurt my
heart if I did to you what your brother and his friends
did to me." Brad suddenly said in a voice I recognised
from a few month's ago when he was still a free
citizen.
Startled, as I looked up into his eyes, I knew
instantly it was Brad, the real Brad, and I grinned up
at him stupidly as I looked up through a fog of misty
tear-filled eyes to see my hero looking down at me. And
like a little giggling boy, I remember telling him how
much I really did love him, and that one day, I truly
hoped he would make love to me.
He held me close to his chest and I must have dozed
off, because when I suddenly woke up, I was covered in
my own bed sheets. And to my surprise, Brad was
kneeling next to me, serving me up a cup of tea. Beside
him stood Sean and Justin looking down at me, but with
excited expressions on their faces.
Suddenly Justin, like a little kid, jumped on the bed
next to me, and lying down he put his arm over me,
hugging me gently. With the biggest smile of joy on his
still bruised face, he gave me the sloppiest kiss on my
lips.
"Thank you for bringing my brother back! Oh thank you
so much, Evan!"
I was stunned and a little embarrassed. As I looked up
into the eyes of my role-model, at the big gentle grin
spread across his handsome face, I wondered if he'd
told them what I'd been doing all these days. Would
they think any worse of me? I knew my face must have
been bright red.
Sean then kneeled down next to me and hugged me close
to his chest. He also had a huge smile plastered across
his face.
"I don't know what you did, but thank you Evan! Thank
you so very much!" he blurted out happily.
Well that answered my question then. No, Brad hadn't
said a word.
Anyway, after six long weeks, with us all cooped up in
my bedroom, nearly all evidence of Brad's brutal
beating and rape was gone. His handsome face healed
completely. He continued to have terrible nightmares,
and most times, only his brothers could approach him
and calm him down, and I wept whenever I saw him
suffering like that.
I admit to being very nervous, as after seven weeks,
father finally demanded entry to my room to see how
Brad was for himself. I had prepared Brad, letting him
know it was alright, that my father was just checking
on his health.
My father was indeed pleased when he discovered Brad
had recovered, and then taking me aside, he told me
softly it was now time for us to get rid of them, that
he would have them sold in the next day or two.
I was ready for him and immediately replied I had
already organised for someone to buy them all, and I'd
be taking them by the end of the week to their new home
and master. I then asked father to keep this our little
secret, as I didn't want Noel knowing anything of what
I was doing. Father was actually surprised, but as he
looked at me a smile came over his usually stern face.
Nodding his head, he patted me on my shoulder.
"Okay son, I'll leave it all up to you. I know this
means a lot, so you do it your way." He said as he
closed my bedroom door behind him as he left.
When I turned around, all of them were looking at me
nervously. We had all known this time would come, and
now it was here, I needed them all to be brave. And
even though fear shone from their eyes I could tell
they were ready. Quickly I motioned for them all to sit
down and listen to me carefully.
"Here's the deal, guys. Tomorrow morning at 7am, I'm
taking you away from here forever!"
***
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 shit. I needed to find them and in a hurry, return
them all home, all before my father 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 shit!
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 father 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 personal 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 father
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
mother 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 personal 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 father 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 abused 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
drink 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 father
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 mother wouldn't have it any other
way.
When every one gathered, I intended to see him there,
but as I entered the dining room, father 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 person 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 father 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 personally involved.
If you don't want me to forward these files to the
appropriate authorities, including father and his
attorneys, you will keep your mouth shut, keep father
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 personally 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 father 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..."
***
5.2 Brad Cahill - A Friend in Need
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
It seems as if I've spent a very long time in warm
comfortable veils of darkness, not knowing or caring
what was happening to me or around me. Sometimes I'd
get momentary glimpses of consciousness, where I'd wake
up and insurmountable agonising pain would flow through
every cell of my body.
Immediately my mind would shut down, dispelling any
outside intrusions onto my peaceful and tranquil dreams
and visions, images where life was simple and carefree,
and my family and I were gathered together, laughing
and playing and talking of old times.
But something would invariably happen to splinter and
shatter the serene state of mind I was in, as a myriad
of images of Master Noel's face appearing out of
nowhere, demanding I look at him, obey him terrified me
and forced me to escape even deeper into my mind.
And when that didn't work, I'd shudder awake in terror
to suffer blinding light hurting my opening eyes, and
agonising pain lancing through my body, and once again
I'd wish for the soothing darkness of forgetfulness to
close in around me forever.
But the time came when I did open my eyes proper, and
looking around me I tried to remember where I was, and
how I got here.
I found myself in a large bed, with a cool light blue
coloured satin sheet pulled up under my chin. The feel
of the bedding was wonderful on my skin and for the
first time in a long time, I felt strangely relaxed.
And then I felt warm soft hands gently holding onto
both of mine, and curious as to who might be here with
me, I slowly moved my head. Instantly flaring pain shot
through my spine and my head felt like it was going to
explode, but as the pain ebbed away, I could see Sean
sitting next to me on my right and Justin to my left.
The looks on their faces were of deep concern, as well
as love and fear. At first I struggled to sit up, but
again the agonising pain struck me, leaving me immobile
and gasping for breath. Again I looked up at my
brothers and tried to smile.
"Shhhh... Its okay bro, don't try to move. We're here
with you. You'll be okay!" Sean said in a gentle voice,
but I could hear the tremor in his tone.
Suddenly Justin was leaning over me, hugging me very
tenderly and weeping softly. I was a bit confused now,
as I wondered why they were so upset, so concerned. And
as I looked around at my surroundings, I wondered where
I could possibly be. Then my eyes fell on Master Evan
Morgan.
Then a nightmare of traumatic memories, of terrifying
scenes and horrific images shattered my peaceful
composure. Instantly I started to whimper and cry
hysterically, wanting to get out of the bed I was in
and as far away from here as possible.
Master Evan immediately stepped forward, and with a
kindness I hadn't experienced in a long time, he knelt
down next to the bed and reached out to touch my arm.
Then I noticed he was crying too, and his face was so
sad.
I didn't know why, but I calmed down a fraction, maybe
knowing he wouldn't do anything to harm me. Not like...
It was like a bomb had gone off in my brain, and as the
images of Master Noel's face filled my mind, I started
groaning and moaning in terror, knowing I had to get up
and protect my brothers. We had to get away from here,
now, straight away.
"You're safe now Brad. No one will harm you. Not in
here. Please listen, you're going to be okay." Master
Evan kept saying over and over again as I tried to
struggle to move.
Slowly I did settle down, utterly exhausted, and as I
tried to relax even more, the terror and fear I felt
abated a little bit more.
Closing my eyes, I could feel my brothers on each side
of me laying down next to me and putting their arms
over my chest, hugging me gently as they both whispered
into my ears that everything was alright. Slowly, my
fragile tortured mind slipped into blissful sleep
knowing they were all there for me, and I was now safe
and sound.
But the sleep I fell into brought a thousand
nightmarish memories flashing through my mind.
There I was, sitting naked on Trevor Drummond's lap
facing him, my legs wrapped around his large hairy
waist as he sat on a tall stool in the middle of Master
Noel's bedroom. Encircling us were as many as 10 guys
from high school, all once friends of mine, who laughed
and spat contemptuously at me as I impaled myself on
Trevor's large erect penis.
Holding tightly onto his naked hairy perspiring body as
I bounced up and down, I could feel myself squeezing my
anus tightly around his throbbing member as I moved up
and down, kissing and licking his long thick neck as he
threw his head back laughing outrageously and moaning
in absolute pleasure.
Repeatedly, Trevor would pull my head back by gripping
my blond hair and immediately punch and slap me across
my already badly bruised and beaten face, before
shoving my head back onto his neck, instructing me to
start kissing and licking again.
And then he was speaking to me, telling me how much
he'd longed for the day he could make me his slut and
fuck my tiny puckered pussy.
"Oh yeah, queer! You just keep riding my cock. Make a
real man like me feel really good! God I'm glad you
turned out to be a faggot, oh yeah!" he said to me as I
slid and squeezed my boy-vagina up and down his thick
manhood.
"Know something, faggot? Always wanted to fuck a
muscle-bound blond-haired, blue eyed football playing
cunt like you! Acting so smug and cool, but turned out
you're nothing but a dirty filthy little homo bum-boy.
Now bounce up and down faster and squeeze them pussy
lips even tighter, queer boy!" Trevor grunted into my
ear as I continued to kiss and lick his neck, while my
own throbbing cock rubbed between our bodies, leaking
copious amounts of pre-cum that soaked into his thickly
matted pubic and stomach hairs.
Then the sordid memory of my best friend Daniel Maddox,
sitting back completely naked in one of Master Noel's
armchairs, slouched back with his legs wide apart. And
there I was, kneeling between them licking his large
fat round hair-covered testicles, bathing them all over
with my spit before taking them gently into my mouth.
"God damned fag! You should have told me you were a
homo when we first met! You could have been doing this
to me everyday! Now take my dick in your mouth and
reach up and massage my body! Feeling really horny now
and I got lots of spunk to empty down your gullet,
faggot!" he said, his voice cruel and vicious.
Immediately I did as he said, running my hands over his
chest and gently squeezing his nipples, and then
running them over his stomach and inner thighs, making
him feel good as I sucked him deeply into the back of
my throat. Just as quickly, Daniel started swinging his
fists down on my arched back, pounding down as hard as
he could, demanding I do it properly and stop fucking
around.
Suddenly the degrading memories and the terrifying
images faded away as the sounds of someone knocking on
a door woke me. A tired irritated voice shouted out as
if from afar, telling whoever was at the door to go
away.
Slowly turning my head, I was startled and scared to
see Master Evan lying on top of the bed next to me, his
face turned towards the bedroom door. I could see he
was only wearing a pair of boxer underwear. Frightened,
I noticed how he had his right arm thrown over my chest
and was hugging me close to him.
When Master Evan turned back to look at me, our eyes
met and he suddenly appeared all flustered and
embarrassed as he realised I was awake. Even though
agony lanced through every part of my beaten body I
tried to smile widely, and with unsteady shaky hands, I
threw the satin sheet off me, slowly spread my legs as
wide as I could. Then brining my knees back up on my
chest, raising my buttocks high off the mattress, I
concentrated on making my penis as hard as possible as
I offered myself to him.
"Master, please fuck me, please Master! Master, please
stretch my sloppy vagina as wide as you can, please
Master!" I chanted loudly, in a little girlish broken
voice as I stared up in terror into Master Evan's brown
eyes.
Master Evan's expression was one of shock and dismay.
Slowly he placed the palm of his hand on my knees and
gently pressed down, motioning for me to lower my legs.
"Brad, I want you to lower your legs and let me pull
the sheet back over you. Now relax. Calm down. That's
it. You're still healing, and I don't want you injuring
yourself. So no more moving about until I say you can,
understand?" He said softly, kindly yet firmly.
"Brad? Look at me. When you're with me, you never have
to do that, okay? You never have to offer yourself to
me, or talk in that voice ever again. Please listen and
try to understand?" Master Evan said, watching the
confused disorientated look fill my face.
"Brad, what my brother did to you was terribly wrong.
And I want you to trust me when I say I'm going to look
after you and try and get you and your brothers away
from here once and for all. I'm going to take you
somewhere where you will be safe! Do you understand?"
he said gently, as tears fell from his eyes and rolled
down his face.
At first I just stared at him, and then I began to
tremble all over. I couldn't comprehend what he was
saying to me. Instantly I thought I was being tested,
that Master Noel had put Master Evan up to this. If I
wavered, I would be punished severely, maybe even worse
than the last time. Besides, why was he sidled up next
to me, his arm hugging me close to him?
He saw the confusion and distrust in my eyes, and
realising his arm was still draped across my chest, he
quickly pulled himself off of me.
"I'm sorry Brad, I was just comforting you. You had
another really bad nightmare last night. I just thought
you might, well, you know, I mean... I didn't mean
anything by it, just to offer you support." he
stuttered, unsure what to say. Then the adjoining
bathroom door opened and I watched as Sean and Justin
came into the room.
When they saw I was awake, and that Master Evan was
speaking softly to me, they hurried over. I could see
they were bursting with joy and relieve, and I noticed
Justin couldn't stop himself from crying. Immediately
they jumped on the bed and carefully hugged me to them.
"Evan, you should have called us when he woke up. Oh
Brad, you look so much better, thank God!" Sean said
excitedly, and as he hugged me to him, he reached over
and patted Master Evan on the shoulder.
"What's happening? I don't understand? You shouldn't be
like.... I uhhh... Why aren't you acting like slaves?
Oh god, if Master Noel finds out, he'll kill us all!" I
was becoming frantic. I was watching them being
disrespectful to Master Evan, acting as if he was their
friend. Oh God, if Master Noel ever found out.
Instantly Sean and Justin were hugging me again,
shushing me, telling me everything was okay. I tried to
sit up but they kept pushing me flat on my back.
"You can't move yet Brad. You have to stay put. The
doctor said you have to rest up for quite a while
before you'll be allowed to stand up and go out, so
stop your squawking and relax." Master Evan stated
anxiously, a firm look plastered on his young teenage
face. Both my brothers were shaking their heads in
agreement, as they smiled lovingly down at me while
telling me to relax.
It was too much for me. I just lay there and let them
talk as they excitedly babbled away, trying to fill me
in on what had happened recently and what Master Evan
now had planned for us within the next few weeks.
With my mind unable to take in everything that was
happening around me, once again I found myself drifting
off into a deep sleep, and again recent shameful
memories flooded my head.
There I lay on my back, spread eagled on Master Noel's
bed. There was no-one else in his bedroom and he was
kneeling between my parted legs, glowering down at me
as he roughly fondled with my large hairless balls and
slowly stroked and masturbated my eight and a half inch
erect penis.
"You're a gay whore now, faggot-girl! Nothing more than
a disgusting queer bottom boy. Now smile up at me and
thank me for playing with your girly bits! Thank your
new Daddy for making a low-life faggot cunt like you
feel really good! Tell Daddy what a fucking homo you
really are and beg me to jerk you off!" he said,
staring me deeply in the eyes as he continued to slowly
jerk my throbbing cock.
And I did. Although my naked body and face had been
badly beaten and battered for over three whole weeks, I
lay there on my back spread-eagled before Master Noel,
looking up into his dark brown eyes, smiling through
swollen bleeding lips and thanked him for masturbating
me, for making me into his gay sex slave.
As he fondled with my large hairless balls, I pushed my
hips up, begging him, calling him my Daddy, pleading
with him to make me feel good, acting like the faggot-
girl he wanted me to be. I could see how I was
frantically humping away on the bed, totally
uninhibited as I felt his fisted hand start sliding
quickly up and down my raging penis, and instantly I
found myself squealing loudly as I shot my ball fluids
all over my body.
Suddenly the memories fade once again, only to be
replaced with even more humiliating visions of me
standing in front of the entire high school football
team and their girlfriends, wearing my neatly pressed
school uniform. My trousers are around my ankles and my
y-front briefs down around my knees.
My school tie is flung over my left shoulder and I am
lifting my school shirt and blazer up under my chin,
exposing myself to all those gathered before me. Behind
me stands tall lanky Marcus Fielding, his throbbing
seven inch long rock-hard penis punching upwards in and
out of my vagina as he hugs my back close to his chest
while reaching around and jerking me off at the same
time with his right hand.
Standing there, being fucked from behind and jerked off
at the same time, I smile through damaged bloodied lips
and tell everyone watching me just how nice this feels
and how much I love being a faggot whore for the whole
football team, while Marcus slams his fisted left hand
into the side of my head repeatedly as he continues to
fuck me as hard as he can.
The memories shift as if in time and I watch myself on
my hands and knees, naked now except for a pair of
Speedo briefs pulled down my thighs a fraction. Before
me one of the football team members is kneeling in
front of my face, slamming his fat erection in and out
of my eagerly sucking mouth, while another kneels
behind me and fucks me as hard as he can.
The guy fucking my pussy has reached under me and is
furiously masturbating me at the same time. And as they
take their pleasures, laughing in contempt at how my
whole badly beaten body responds enthusiastically to
their brutal use, I feel their fists descend on my back
and into my sides as they punch and beat me
unmercifully.
Once more the memories shifted and merged, and this
time I see I am on my knees. I am only wearing my jock
strap, and the cotton pouch at the front has been
pulled down and is tucked up under my balls allowing my
erection to stand up nearly flush against my flat
stomach.
My y-front briefs have also been pulled down over my
head, and my face is poking out of the left leg opening
of my underwear.
My hands are by my side, unmoving, and I'm looking up
timidly into Craig Jessop's frowning hate filled face.
He stands before me tall, naked except for a pair of
jockey brief underwear pulled down around his knees.
"I told you to beg, faggot! Beg me to suck my cock
before I shove my fist up your pussy!" he snarls at me,
and obediently I start pleading with him to let me suck
his large fully erect penis.
Immediately he steps forward and starts smashing me
around my face, chest and stomach, and even as he
pounds his fist into me, I maintain my own erection and
continue to beg him. Within minutes I am licking up and
down the length of his throbbing organ, sucking on his
balls and running my saliva-covered tongue all around
the base of his rampant cock, sucking on his pubic
hairs.
He cums quickly when he orders me to finally suck him
off properly, and when he steps away, Greg Smithers
moves forward quickly, demanding I beg him to suck his
throbbing cock as well before he begins punching into
my pain-racked body too.
Behind him are lined up all the rest of the football
team, ready to step forward and demand I beg them each
to suck them off. And as I plead with them to let me
blow them, they each take their turns smashing their
fists into my already severely beaten and bloodied
body, before making me worship their erections.
So much agony and humiliation washes through me as I
remember the endless amounts of sperm that slide down
my scraped raw bruised throat, and I feel my mind
shrinking away, trying to find that safe place where no
one can follow me to cause me pain, yet wherever I go,
I see Master Noel's face leering out at me, telling me
that I am his. That he will never let me go.
But it is one of these many visions and images that
follows me in my mind, keeps repeating on me, in my
sleep and when I'm awake, that shatters my very
existence and nearly sends me insane.
There I lay on my back with Master Noel lying on top of
me, my legs over his shoulders as he fucks me in a
vicious, brutal way. And as he fucks me he stares down
into my severely swollen eyes, and then he's kissing
them tenderly.
"You're my girl now! We're going to stay together
forever and ever. I'm going to look after you and
you're going to pleasure me like only the faggot-girl
you are can. Oh yes, faggot-girl, I'll never let you go
now!" Master Noel said as he gently kissed my puffed-up
bloodied lips even as he pounded his cock up me as hard
as he could.
As the nightmarish dream-like visions finally disappear
and the light between the slits of my eyelids suddenly
wakes me, I stare up once again into Master Evan's
worried face, but now I feel nothing.
When he speaks to me, I hear myself respond and answer,
all the time smiling, but I don't know what I'm saying.
In my mind, I know I have finally found a safe haven,
somewhere deep down inside me completely empty of all
pain and shame and humiliation, a place I know I am
able to stay there and not be hurt anymore.
I can see my brothers hovering about me, telling me I
am getting better. I know I am smiling and saying what
they want me to say, but it means nothing to me at all.
In my head, in the safety of my being, I curl away, and
as I witness another image of Master Noel flashing in
my mind, I whimper and cringe and disappear to another
corner of my safe haven.
I don't know how long I am like this, but I vaguely
remember them getting me out of bed, of making me
stand. Immediately, even though I feel my legs
collapsing under me, I try to assume the mandatory
slave position.
In my head, I hide away, not caring or worrying what is
happening around me, but the outer me senses that for
my own physical safety, I must always be vigilant and
maintain my slave position no matter what anyone says
or does.
And all the time images of Master Noel rise up and
chase me around in my head, reminding me there is no
escape from him and that I must always be a good
faggot-girl.
The days come and go, absently drift by, and I know my
body is healing and any bruises I once had are now all
gone.
I listen in an abstract way as Sean and Justin laugh
and play video games on the huge TV monitor Master
Evan's owns.
I watch in a daze as Monet and August happily race
about cleaning and scrubbing the huge bedroom we are
in, bringing in food when the sun sets and feeding us
all breakfast when the sun rises.
Again it means little to me, and always when Master
Evan addresses me, I assume the mandatory slave
position.
But then something happens that makes me slowly wake
up, draws me out of my mind.
I remember one day, a day like any other, when Master
Evan dismisses everyone from the room as I stand next
to him in the slave position. Before I know what is
happening, he orders me into his bed, so instantly I
thought he finally might want to fuck me.
As instructed, I immediately lay down on my back on his
bed, spread my legs out as wide apart as I could,
raised my hips up off the mattress as far as I can, and
placed my arms way above my head, offering myself to
him like a good faggot-girl slave.
But again Master Evan stops me as he lies down next to
me and cuddles up, and I can't understand why he isn't
using me. I mean, I thought he was my new Master now
and I was his pleasure slave. But since I have been
with him, he hasn't once touch me in that way, never
allowed me to please him as Master Noel and others have
taught me to.
"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?" he says, looking up into my
uncomprehending face. He is gentle with me, caressing
my chest and stomach ever so lightly, and when he
gently touches my erect penis, and then moves his mouth
and tries to suck me, I stare down into his face in
utter confusion.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but when he
straddles my stiff cock, pushes down and I see the pain
and agony he is subjecting himself to as he orders me
to fuck him hard, something in my head snaps and I stop
him.
Very gently I lift him off me and lay his small thin
body next to mine and I hug him close to my trembling
body. I don't know what he wants from me, but I tell
him I don't want to hurt him.
Instantly he falls asleep, and I just stare down at his
sad lonely face. Memories of sadness and pain rise up
in my mind once again, but as I look at his small gaunt
child-like boyish face I realise I cannot do what he
wants, and that's to fuck him as hard and brutally as I
can.
But then every day afterwards he does the same thing,
and every time I have to stop him and lay him next to
me so as to stop him hurting himself on my thick cock.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but suddenly I
was looking down at him, and I felt a little of the old
me returning from deep inside my mind. It felt as if I
was instantly pulled out of my safe place and like a
jigsaw puzzle, all the pieces were connected in the
correct pattern.
As I looked down at him, I realised what he'd been
doing, how he was prepared to sacrifice himself to me
to try and get me back, prepared to use his sexuality
to try and save me. In a world where gay free citizen
men were immediately enslaved, he had opened himself up
to me and let me know his deepest secret to try and
save my sanity.
And as I began remembering all the many daze-filled
days that had past by while I was under Master Evan's
care, I understood how he'd also looked after and cared
for both my brothers and August too.
I was staggered by the realisation he was trying to
help us, that he was being so kind. And then I
remembered how he'd said he'd loved me, and as I looked
down at his face once more, I knew I loved him too and
would do anything he asked of me to try and protect
him.
***
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 father, mother 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
persons 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, choking 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 prison 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 personalized 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 personalised 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
sons 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 mother 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 son, 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 sleep
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 asleep 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 bubbled 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
bleeding 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 dribbled 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 forced
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 humiliation 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 blood 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 father 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 personality 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 personally.
Sometimes I wonder if I miss the old Brad, the young
handsome macho 18 year old teenage football star, who
took no bullshit 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 sleep 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 submission 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
personal 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 personal
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 unconscious.
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.
***
7. Evan Morgan – A Reversal of Fortunes
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
***
Not many people will forgive me for what I did to my
own brother. Not my parents, not Noel's friends, not
Brad, and not Noel himself.
In fact, as I look at myself in the mirror, sometimes I
wonder if I'll ever truly forgive myself, wondering
what really drove me to act in such a despicable way.
Was it because I had had enough, that I wanted it to
end here and now? That if I didn't do what I'd done,
Noel would have continued to come after us, making all
our lives a living hell!
Or was it because I truly thought Noel deserved to be
punished for the horrible things he'd done to so many
innocent people?
Or maybe it was because I was so insanely jealous of
Noel, of his hold over Brad, and how Brad rushed in to
try and defend my brother, declaring his undying love
and loyalty to him.
In a way, all the above are the reasons for why I
finally set in motion a plan to trap my older brother
and have Noel enslaved for life.
On the evening of our escape, when I lay in my bed
feeling safe and secure for the first time in a long
time, I would never have dreamed I would choose the
path I eventually took in wanting to finally destroy my
own family and my brother once and for all.
To have Sean and Jason race into my new bedroom at the
Le Grand Hotel where we'd literally just booked in that
evening, and to tell me Brad had been abducted right
outside the front of our executive suite doors, filled
me with a panic that nearly drove me hysterical.
It should have been the happiest night of all our
lives, where Brad, Sean and Justin were re-united with
their parents, where August was re-united with his
mother and little sister, and where Monet and I watched
with tears in our eyes as they came together.
And the moment Sean and Justin came bursting into my
room, sobbing out what had just happened I knew it was
Noel and that he was behind this.
At first I thought it would be easy to track down Noel,
and once I knew where he was, then I would work out a
way to get Brad back.
But it wasn't so simple at all.
On the first night he'd been snatched, while trying to
calm the boys and their parents, I was able to discover
from the concierge that a large bear-like man in an old
duffle overcoat was seen lugging a large bundle out the
front door of the Le Grand Hotel.
Immediately I called security for the hotel, and
demanded to know why they hadn't done anything about
it. When they admitted they had seen the man on their
monitors but not moved to query him as to why he was on
the premises, I exploded.
That's when I instantly realised most of them had been
bribed to turn the other way. None of them cared and
they literally smirked in my face when I demanded an
explanation. Of course, within the hour, none of them
were smirking anymore as I watched them walk out of the
hotel carrying their severance pays.
Then I called in a high-priced lawyer, and when he
arrived I authorized him to commence proceedings to sue
the contracted security firm for a sum of money that
would see them put out of business within the week.
But what needed to be done next? Time to me was passing
too quickly, and every moment meant the man was getting
a bigger head-start on us.
With the assistance of the lawyer, I was able to secure
the employ of a creditable well-known private
investigator, as well as a private security firm that
specialised in contracts such as this. I needed them
all to track down the man, find out where my brother
was, and work out a way to get Brad back.
Also, I needed full-time security and body guards for
every one of Brad's family, for Monet and for August
and his family. I couldn't afford to think what would
happen if either of Brad's brothers suddenly
disappeared and how this would affect his already
distraught parents.
By the end of the first week, few leads had been
discovered, so it was agreed that the man was
definitely a professional under the employ of my
brother Noel. Also, it appeared Noel had dropped out of
sight. There were no leads whatsoever, and no-one could
guarantee me when they could get Brad back.
By the end of the second week, we were all feeling lost
and frustrated. I concurred with my security people
that it was very unlikely the man, Noel or Brad was
still in the state of New Holland.
That was when I launched a class action lawsuit against
my own brother and his accomplices, claiming Noel
Morgan was responsible for the illegal and improper
enslavement of the entire Cahill family, as well as for
the Mathers family, which were August's mother and
little sister.
Sweet August immediately made arrangements to have his
family moved to an island resort, which was surrounded
by security, before coming back to me and declaring he
would stay with me until we found Brad.
Sean and Justin wanted to do the same thing with their
parents. But they quite eloquently argued that there
was no way they were going to sit this out, especially
considering this was their eldest son who would need
their support as soon as we found him.
Monet was just Monet. He was the emotional and rational
anchor of our small group. He kept us sane and kept our
spirits up at all times. Never once did he cave in to
the lowest depths of depression that I sometimes found
myself floundering in.
Of course, my lawsuit immediately brought out the
national media, who instantly began reporting it as a
protest movement against slavery. At the urgent advice
giving to me by my growing team of lawyers, I
immediately hired on a public relations firm. I needed
this whole situation to be seen for what it was, and
that was my brother's illegal actions against innocent
people.
And then before I could even scratch myself, there were
my father and his team of legal beagles confronting me
across a huge oak table in the executive boardroom of
the Le Grand Hotel.
He looked devastated that I could even do such a thing
as this to my older brother, exclaiming I was ruining
the family name by going down this path.
Abruptly I held my hand up, demanding he shut his
mouth. Then throwing down copies of all the documents I
had gathered over the last six months, as well as three
dozen video tapes from Noel's personal library
collection I had secreted from his room before I'd left
the family estate, I told my father to look at the
evidence, and I would speak to him the next day.
It was a much more subdued man who faced me the next
day. But he still whined and threatened me, demanding
to know why I hadn't come to him in the first place.
Easier said than done, I'd answered, and should we like
always just sweep all this under the carpet as well.
No, I informed my father! There was nothing he could
do, and I doubted he had the guts to follow up and
punish his eldest son for what he'd done.
So now it was my turn, and it was my full intention to
go after every person who had abused Brad, to have them
all enslaved, along with all their families, and let
them experience firsthand what they'd done to Brad and
his family.
I remember watching my father leaving, and although he
looked like a shattered man who was seeing his
presidential chances fly out the window, I could also
see he was impressed by my stubbornness, my
determination to see justice finally done.
Two months had flown by, and still no leads were picked
up to where Noel and Brad had disappeared to.
Immediately I hired another two private detectives as
well as another three security agencies.
I now had eyes and ears looking in every state and
territory of our nation. I was determined to bring Brad
home, and bring Noel to justice.
Of course the ramifications of my class action lawsuits
escalated across the country, and before I knew it,
anyone who'd been associated with Noel was now
subpoenaed to appear before the Supreme Court.
Also, word got back to me that the once much-heralded
Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility where
Brad and his brothers were first imprisoned had now
been closed down due to the suicide of the general
manager Mr Kindred, and the enslavement of up to 40 of
its senior slave training officers.
This was followed by more news of many suicides across
the state, of people who had been in the direct pay of
my brother. Even the FITO (the Federal Internal Tax
Office) and Slave Enforcement Authority were being
investigated in depth, and I would soon here about the
suicide of one Mr Jonas Pearson.
But the fact was no-one who was involved in Noel's
highly illegal enslavement of the Cahill family could
have gotten away or pleaded innocent, mainly because I
had all the video evidence.
Noel, to his credit, and to my advantage, had video
recorded everything he'd ever done or organised, and
everyone involved with him was seen within those
recordings.
But still no word came back of where he and Brad could
be. As five months flashed by us, I agonised what else
I could do to find them.
But it was in the eleventh month that the man known as
Grady was finally caught, and in his possession, a
video recording of his 48 hours with Brad.
Immediately it was confiscated by the authorities, but
I was given a private viewing so I could verify that
this was indeed Brad Cahill at the time of his
abduction.
But this is where things became really weird for me. In
a way, the lewd video recording also told the story of
a young man who wasn't abducted, but who had gone of
his own free will with the man known as Grady, to a
shady hotel room on the outskirts of Morrisett City.
And as the film played, there sat Brad on the edge of
single bed, speaking into the camera lens with tears in
his eyes as he admitted to following Grady to this
filthy one room bed-sitter.
And the reason why? Because Brad knew Noel would never
leave him or his family alone if he didn't obey Grady
and do what he was told. At least this way, he
explained, if he submitted to Noel's will straight
away, his family would be free of being harassed or
stalked or something far worse.
Then Brad stood up and with trembling hands, lowered
his pants and underwear, stepped out of them and
holding his large uncircumcised penis up to the camera,
began masturbating himself while smiling a sad defeated
smile.
Suddenly Grady walked into camera range, and raising
his fist, he punched Brad in the face, knocking him
onto his back where he proceeded to tear his clothes
off his body and then violently rape him in the vilest
ways possible.
Immediately I left the viewing room, heart-broken and
weeping as I considered my next move. With my team of
lawyers on hand, I knew we could get Grady put away for
life, because at the time of the video recording, Brad
was a free citizen, and it could be proved beyond a
reasonable doubt that what was recorded here was
nothing more than outright coercion and rape against
the victim.
Upon meeting Grady, it took all my strength not to pick
up the closer heavy object and slam it across his
smirking sneering face. I listened as my lawyers
offered him a way to reduce his sentence, and at the
federal prosecutor who nodded his head in agreement.
All he had to do was give us information that led us
straight to Noel and Brad.
Grady immediately tried to haggle, laughing that we had
nothing on him.
"I want him enslaved, castrated and sold to the
Zasiadko mine pit in the Ukraine. Also include his wife
and any children he may have!" I said aloud, watching
the smile melt from his face and a scared, panicked
look replace it.
"No! You can't! That's not legal!" he spluttered,
suddenly outraged that a young punk like me could ever
make such decisions like this.
"What you did to my friend Brad wasn't legal either!" I
replied softly, and turning towards the prosecutor, I
told him to let me know when the jury had made there
decision and were ready to sentence Grady.
"It's a foregone conclusion! You'll be convicted, and
then I want the most severe punishment possible to be
meted out to you and every one of your closest
relatives. Like they say, we should always keep it in
the family!" I said as I turned away from him and made
to leave.
"Wait! Wait! Look, I'll tell you what I know okay? It
ain't much, because your brother didn't leave any
following contact details! He was too concerned of what
you might do! But I know how to find out! If you'll let
me keep my balls, and leave my family out of this, I'll
help you find him!" he blurted out, desperately.
Turning back around, I nodded my head to one of my
lawyers, and then stormed out of the room.
True to his word, Grady led us directly to Noel's
doorstep, in a southern state of the country, where
he'd stayed low and avoided bringing any attention to
himself.
He was now 20 years of age, maybe an inch taller than
I'd last seen him, and he was working from home for a
small electronics outfit near the city of Fairfax. The
house he was renting was a dingy small one bedroom
affair, with a tiny kitchenette, toilet and shower
room.
To me, twelve months had gone by, and I knew I must
have appeared to everyone else as if I was a fanatical
zealot on my quest to find Brad. I had grown over a
foot and a half, and I had begun to really fill out.
I doubt Noel would have recognised me at first if he'd
just seen me in the street, as I'd also altered my
appearance a bit as well by dying my hair dark brown
with bleached blond streaks which was the fad of the
day for people my age.
But it was time to drop in and visit him. I know my
heart skipped a beat as I knocked on his door, and when
he opened it, I must admit it was me who didn't
immediately recognise him.
He appeared to have a permanent five o'clock shadow,
his eyes were hollow and he was a lot skinnier than I
remembered him to be. Whatever he'd been doing lately,
he definitely hadn't been looking after himself. All he
was wearing was a filthy stained t-shirt and a pair of
very dirty tight jockey briefs.
At first he just stared at me, dumbfounded, and casting
wary glances around outside to ensure I was alone, he
stepped aside and let me enter.
The room was a pigsty. Maggot infested food was strewn
around, left unattended in a thick covering of buzzing
flies. The light was pitifully low, and it took a
second for my eyes to adjust.
And that's when I finally laid eyes on Brad for the
first time since he'd been taken from us, from me. He
was on his knees which were wide apart, his arms behind
his back, his head lowered with his chin resting on his
chest and his groin thrust forward towards me as he
maintained a raging rock-hard erection.
I nearly cried as I saw how much weight he'd lost. The
fact I could see his ribs through his once muscular
chest sent shockwaves through me.
Not taking my eyes off him, I made my way to a short
stool where I sat down, before turning my full
attention back to Noel.
"Well, you're not looking too good at all, Noel." I
said casually. Noel just stared at me, and then ran his
hand through his long oily unwashed hair as he tried to
think of something to say to me.
"What the fuck do you want? Why are you here, Evan?" he
said, his voice full of fear, knowing what I was about
to say.
"Noel, I've come to take Brad back to his family. Why
else would I be here?" I answered, acting surprised
he'd even asked me such a stupid question. Immediately
Noel moved over towards Brad as if to protect him, and
then I watched in amazement as Brad wrapped his once
strong but now thin arms around Noel's waist, hugging
him close to him.
They were both shaking, trembling in fear. Even though
Noel had seen no-one outside with me, he would have
known at that point I wasn't alone. In fact as we were
speaking, 10 heavily armed law enforcement officers
were now surrounding the house and ready to storm it at
my signal. And Brad could sense something was terribly
wrong, and was terrified Noel was about to be taken
away from him.
"You can't take him! He's mine! Fucking look at him
Evan, and see he doesn't want to go! He'll die without
me, for fuck sake! You should go now, please, and leave
us along, okay? Don't tell anyone we're here, please
Evan?" Noel said in a scared blustering hysterical
voice, trying to act like the brutish brother he used
to be.
But I heard the tone of his voice change into that of a
very frightened child, and suddenly he was pleading
with me to leave them alone as he slid down and hugged
Brad even closer to him.
"Please Evan, please just go and leave us alone." He
begged, and for the first time since I could remember,
I watched tears run down Noel's face as he started
crying.
"I can't do that Noel. Brad's brothers and mother and
father miss him so very much, and I can see he's not
very well. And Noel, father and mother want to see you
too. We only want you both to be safe and sound, Noel."
I said softly.
"That's not true Evan! You've come here to separate us!
That's why you're here isn't it? You want to destroy
what we have together! Well, I won't let you, you
fucking cunt! Get the fuck out of my house before I
fucking kill you!" Noel screamed at me, suddenly
standing up and moving unsteadily towards me.
Instantly I stood up and smashed my fist into his gaunt
face, and watching the startled expression on his
grimacing frightened face change from surprise to agony
as he slumped down on the floor unconscious.
Suddenly Brad wailed, throwing his arms out before
himself, and I knew then something was wrong with his
eye sight as he frantically felt around blindly, trying
to locate where Noel had fallen. Quickly he found him
and then leaning over my brother, Brad began howling
and sobbing, running his trembling hands over Noel's
limp body as he tried to wake him up.
It was too much for me. Standing there, with tears
pouring down my face, I shouted out the key word, and
before Brad or I knew what was happening, the house was
full of armed men checking out every quarter of the
small dwelling. Quickly I knelt down next to Brad, who
cowered away from me immediately, but I gently wrapped
my arms around his thin malnourished naked body and
hugged him close to my chest.
And as I watched the pandemonium happening in that
small house as the law enforcement officers rolled Noel
onto his stomach and cuffed his wrists behind his back,
before dragging him out to the police van waiting
outside, I wondered what the fuck Noel must have been
thinking for them to end up like derelicts on skid row.
How could he have done this to Brad? How could he have
done this to himself?
Within half an hour, I carefully guided Brad out of
there and into a large limousine waiting for us. Brad
appeared to be suffering from some sort of eye
affliction which had literally blinded him. But I kept
him close to me and spoke softly as I guided him slowly
into the warm interior of the vehicle that would take
us both home.
***
7.1 Noel Morgan – A Lost Cause
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)
***
How can I now say I'm truly sorry for all the pain I've
caused so many people? Is it too late for me to make
amends to everyone I've hurt over the years.
The courts have said so. They believe it's too late for
me. They even believe that 'slavery for life' isn't
good enough, that my punishment should be far greater
to reflect the heinous nature of what I've done.
As I write this, I'm sitting on the cold concrete floor
of a small cell I'm occupying. There's a thin urine-
stained foam mattress I use as my bed, and a hole in
the ground which I use to piss and shit in. There are
no windows and there's one small rectangular metal door
which I have to hunch down to enter and exit whenever
the guards take me out of here for the 35 minute
exercise period I'm allowed to have daily.
I'm rationed two hours of light a day, and the rest of
the time I spend in pitch black, darkness so unsettling
at times I fear I am going insane.
In a sense I'm being kept in solitary confinement. The
authorities fear I will be instantly killed if they put
me in with any other slaves or prisoners.
Not that that means much. I am not allowed to talk to
anyone, not even those who guard me and who take every
opportunity to come into my cell and savagely beat me
with their fists and batons around my head and body.
They never leave any serious marks, but they always
ensure I suffer excruciating internal pain around my
lower back, the soles of my feet and my stomach.
But I've been given permission to use this thin sliver
of charcoal to write down my thoughts on the back of
some toilet tissue they've given me.
To be honest, I don't know why I bother. Ever since my
incarceration, all I've really wanted to do is close my
eyes and not wake up. Just dream my little dreams of
being with Brad, and remember how it was before things
got really tough.
Yes, I remember how I went up to New Holland and took
him away from Evan.
Brad was mine, and even though I didn't understand what
was happening to me then, I came to realise I'd fallen
deeply in love with him. To me, Brad was my soul mate.
He was the perfect sex partner for me, the perfect sex
slave, and I would have done anything to keep him close
to me to protect him.
But after I'd finally smuggled him across the border,
all hell seemed to break lose.
My father had suddenly disowned me, I had no access to
any money, and all my contacts and friends seemed to be
suddenly disappearing. Those who I could get through to
advised me strongly not to head home, that Evan was on
the warpath and using every available resource at his
vast disposal to track me down.
I was frantic. All I knew was I had to keep Brad with
me and look after him. There was nobody else who knew
what he really needed, that he's desire to be dominated
needed to be done by me and by me alone. Nothing else
mattered.
Luckily for both of us, I did have a large amount of
cash on me. I knew it would keep us going for at least
a few months, until I could come up with another plan
to get us more money.
So we moved into a lovely apartment in a state south-
west that really endorsed slavery, and where I felt
fairly safe if anyone came snooping around. For the
first month, all I could do was stay in bed with my
faggot-girl, I mean Brad, and enjoy his smooth naked
body to the fullest. Everything I wanted to do to him I
did, and then I'd think up a whole lot more and submit
him to all those sexual desires as well.
Of course, I knew I had to go out and look for work. It
was up to me to feed us both, to look out for us, so I
finally found the courage to go out by myself and
search the 'jobs wanted' employment agencies.
That was when I knew I was really fucked up. Even as I
sat in the small office of the local employment agency,
filling out the necessary forms to enquire about any
employment opportunities, all I could think about was
Brad at home, lying on our bed where I'd handcuffed him
to the headboard.
But more fucked up was the huge pictures of me and Brad
splashed across the front of every newspaper in the
city, appearing on every TV channel, of documentaries
and news articles trying to locate our whereabouts.
Immediately I packed us up in the middle of the night
and took us to another city in another state. Once we
arrived and I'd booked us into a dingy dirty one-
roomer, I rang Trevor Drummond and organised to meet me
incognito in an out-of-the-way café bar.
"Look mate, I shouldn't be here. Evan's got everyone
out looking for you, and I can't promise I ain't been
followed either. So, what you going to do anyway?" he
asked me, and I could see he was worried.
"I need money, and a lot of it! Can you give me a loan
until I've sorted out all this shit?" I asked, trying
to act as if I was in control.
"No problems Noel! I'll give you what I got here and
wire you the rest. How much are you looking at?" Trevor
asked as he looked around furtively, drinking the last
of his coffee.
"I need at least 1mil. Can you do that?" I asked,
feeling the strain catching up with me. I knew I needed
sleep, but more importantly, I needed to make sure we
were safe when I slept.
"Sure, no problems... Here's 60k until I can get home.
Noel, you're not going to like this, but I got to tell
you. Steve and his whole family were enslaved last
Thursday. Just like that. Don't know why, but the news
is Steve's father was involved in some type of stocks
and bonds scandal." Trevor told me in a near whisper.
"Not only that, but it looks like three other of our
guys got taken down as well. And not only them, but
their whole families too. I got a feeling that
someone's after the lot of us, Noel." Trevor said, his
voice trembling.
To be honest, I didn't give a flying fuck about anyone
else's problems. All I was concerned with was getting
the money I needed to get Brad and me out of the
country, a one-way ticket to a cozy island retreat
where we could hold up until Evan came back to his
senses, fuck him.
After an hour of idle chatter, we finally said our
farewells, and that was the last I saw of him. Later I
would learn he and his family were also enslaved upon
his return to his family estate. I never did find out
the reason, but I know I felt an invisible clammy fist
start to tighten around my heart when the money never
arrived and all efforts to contact him went unanswered.
Now I was desperate. For two months we stayed in that
hovel. Then we were on the move again, a different
state and city, stay for a little while and then moved
on.
Again, all I wanted to do was fuck Brad stupid, make
him tell me how much he loved me over and over again. I
knew I was fixated on him, but I didn't care, and what
money we had I now began to gamble, hoping for that
lucky strike that would buy us our tickets out of the
country.
Also, I'd stopped hitting and hurting him. My heart was
no longer in it, because suddenly I no longer wanted to
see him harmed in any way.
Eventually we were down to our last few thousands, and
that's when I decided we had to sell Brad's mouth and
pussy. I had no choice but to make him available to any
guys prepared to pay for a high-priced male hooker of
Brad's exceptional qualities.
At first we began raking the money in, and I could see
it wouldn't be long before we'd be on our way to our
sunny island resort, but then the bottom dropped out of
our thriving enterprise.
One of our regular johns, an old geezer about 50 maybe
60 years old started blackmailing us. He'd seen Brad's
and my picture in the local media and put two and two
together. Before I knew what hit us, he was demanding a
double act performance by both of us, wanting to watch
me fucking Brad in as many positions as he could think
up, and then bringing along all his friends to watch as
well.
Me personally, I got to admit I liked performing in
front of a crowd, especially enjoying it when they
applauded and urged me on. But I put a stop to anyone
thinking they could fuck my arse.
Didn't mind them sucking my cock, but when it came to
fucking pussy, well that was where I had Brad step in
and offer up his cunt. I wasn't any homo, and I didn't
care how much the old man threatened me.
And even though I was outraged at being blackmailed, we
suddenly started bringing in more money than I'd
imagined with our double act. It was all going along
smoothly until the old cunt demanded a half a share in
everything we were making, and then demanded he spend
more time with Brad than I would usually allow.
That's about the time we did another runner, because
that old cunt went and hurt Brad in a way I'd not
expected. As was arranged, I went to pick up Brad from
the old man's house, and as we were leaving, I saw
blood trickling down the inside of his thighs from his
arse cheeks. He was staggering and groaning and in the
dim light, I could see he was badly beat up all over as
well.
Immediately I demanded to know what the fuck had
happened, and the old man had proudly announced he'd
earlier in the evening shared Brad with about 20 other
sicko guys who got off on shoving glass bottles and
other large objects up his arsehole and then forcing
him to dance and masturbate himself in front of them.
Not only that, but that old fart had been paid a
fortune.
That's when I took his own fireplace poker, went over
to him to shove it up his arse after I'd beaten him
around the head a bit. Problem was, I didn't know he
had armed himself with a blade and the next thing I
know he'd stabbed me twice in the chest and once in the
stomach.
As I'd collapsed, he'd hurried over to Brad who could
hardly stand on his own two feet, and was about to slit
his throat.
Instantly I jumped up and crowned him over the head
with the metal poker slick, and as I freed Brad from
his grip, I kept my promise and drove that poker up his
arse and watched as blood came pouring out of his
bowels.
I doubt it if he lived, but we weren't going to hang
around to find out. I staggered around swooning, blood
leaking from my wounds until I finally located his
stash. Then pocketing the 10k he'd tried to hide from
me, and I somehow lifted Brad up onto his feet dragging
him after me as we high-tailed it out of there.
Brad was seriously ill for about a month. It was the
worse month of my entire life. I really thought I'd
lose him then. I didn't have enough money to have him
or myself hospitalised, and I couldn't afford to have a
doctor look at him or me either.
10k just wasn't enough money to have him medically seen
to. Also, my greatest fear was having both of us
identified while we lay there in their hospital beds,
and then me being unable to stop the authorities taking
Brad away from me.
As I haphazardly patched myself up, thinking I might
even die on Brad at times, it was one of the few
occasions I truly did consider ringing Evan and having
him come down and pick Brad up.
I stayed in bed with him all the time, falling in and
out of consciousness and hugging him close to me as I
tried to will him and myself to get better. And as I
got better and I watched him slowly recovering, not
once did I leave his side.
By now he'd lost a ton of weight but slowly he did get
better, but I knew he was still gravely ill. Of course,
there was no way I'd ever let him out of my sight
again, or sell him to anyone ever again.
That's when I thought I'd really lost Brad forever. I
just never thought anyone would do a home-invasion raid
on us while we were this down and out, bursting through
our front door and holding us at gun point as they tore
our small one bedroom unit apart.
At first I thought it was my brother Evan's goons
finally tracked us down, but as I quickly took in the
situation, I knew we were in real trouble.
Never had I been so scared, as when we were pushed onto
our knees in front of the four masked intruders, four
huge black men who stood glaring down on us,
threatening to slit Brad's throat if I didn't agree to
suck each of their big black dicks.
There was no choice to be made as I looked into Brad
frightened trusting sickly face. I immediately turned
to the big man in front of me and tasted my first cock,
in fact my first black cock.
The man was truly ruthless, slapping, punching and
gagging me until I sucked him off the way he liked it
done. For the first time in my life, I experienced what
it must have been like for Brad and his brothers, for
all the guys I'd enslaved and then used for my own
personal enjoyment.
Of course, with no micro-chip to heighten my senses or
make my body respond, I had to endure the constant
beatings and bitch slaps as I orally pleasured each one
of them, licking and sucking on their big black hairy
balls as well, until they got sick of that and then
ripped my clothes off me.
And all the time I was repeatedly getting fucked up the
arse by them, all I could do was look into Brad's sad
frightened face and hope we would somehow survived
this. Of course, when the 'boss' as he was known by
first anally penetrated me, I immediately blacked out.
But I woke up to one of his companion's brutally
fucking me.
I wavered in and out of consciousness, until finally
they'd had there fill, and then tying me up to the
headboard of the bed, they laughed and sneered at me as
they dragged Brad out with them as they left.
I knew my anus had been torn up really badly, and blood
continued to seep out of me as I worked at trying to
untie my bindings. It took me half an hour to free
myself and then, throwing on what clothes I had left, I
picked up a discarded length of vacuum cleaner piping
and went in search of the hotel manager.
As I'd figured, he was only too happy to tell me
everything I needed to know. The men who had taken Brad
were a neighbourhood gang that ran organised crime in
this sector of the city.
But one of their more profitable enterprises was to
kidnap good looking white teenage boys, and after
raping them for weeks on end, selling them to a
sadistic group of foreign nationals who took great
pleasure in slowly decapitating the poor victim's body
parts a limb at a time, keeping them alive for as long
as they could as they sexually abused them at the same
time.
And even though I was hysterical, I took my time
planning how to get Brad back, and over the course of
four days, I prepared myself for the oncoming
confrontation.
All it took was a stick of dynamite and a pistol, and
the address of where they were keeping him.
I can tell you it came as a huge surprise for them when
their front door exploded in on them, and then having
me charging in there, screaming at the top of my lungs,
shooting every one of them as they lay there shell-
shocked.
What I didn't expect was the two bullets that hit me in
my right shoulder and my left upper arm. Of course it
didn't slow me down at all, as I spotted Brad still
being sodomised by that cunt of a 'boss' man.
Pistol-whipped him, dragged him off Brad and then blew
his cock and balls off, before I quickly pulled Brad up
under my right arm and dragged him out of there to a
waiting car I'd loaned that day.
We made a quick getaway out of that state and across
the border, but I was nearly frantic with despair as I
saw Brad was suffering from loss of blood and extreme
agony.
Eventually I found a place for us to rest up, and as
gently as I could, I tried to tend to Brad's severe
wounds. I didn't care about my own injuries. They were
nothing compared to Brad's, so I found myself once
again thinking of just ringing Evan.
Also, from that day on, I stopped using him, fucking
him, demanding that he service me. I'd seen the pain
and agony he'd suffered firsthand as he'd recuperated
and I no longer wanted to see him suffering because of
me. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay, and I
stayed in that small cramped filthy bed hugging him to
me as I watched his handsome face become gaunt and
shallow and his body get thinner.
By the time Evan caught up with us, we'd finally moved
all the way down south and I'd just secured a part-time
job repairing simple electronic gadgets from home. We
were so broke that all I could afford to rent for us
was a very cheap unit to live in. I had stopped eating
altogether and any money we had went on food for Brad
and any legal pain killers I could buy for him.
But by now I'd seen how ill Brad really was. He was
just so skinny. He wouldn't or couldn't eat and all
he'd do was continue to try and make me happy, try to
service me, even when I told him he no longer had to do
that anymore.
I remember lying awake long hours, holding him tightly
to me, knowing I was about to lose him for good if I
didn't get him some serious help soon.
That's when Evan turned up on our doorstep, telling me
it was time for Brad to go home to his loved ones. I
knew it was the truth, but I didn't want Evan to see
the defeat in my eyes, I didn't want him to know I knew
I'd failed Brad.
So I did what I always do when I want people to think
I'm tough and in control. I tried to fight him off,
told him to fuck off, but he'd grown in the last year
and he just swatted me down like a mosquito.
He knocked me out with one punch. It wasn't that
difficult really. I had no strength left in my own
body, and I was lucky if I could even stand up.
The next thing I knew I was lying in a prison hospital
bed, drips running into my arms, and a whole lot of
detectives trying to interview and interrogate me. It
was all so hazy what happened then. I was charged as I
lay there in that bed, and before I knew it, before I
was better, I was sent to the cell I now currently
occupy.
Evan came and saw me once before my trial, and we had a
short conversation. I remember how he looked at me, and
it was a look that really scared me. As he'd sat across
from me in the interview room, he asked me simply why.
"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like
I'm a real man!" I said looking at him as tears
suddenly rolled down my face.
Then there was silence for a few moments.
"You call that love? What you did was an abomination of
love! How can you say you love him?" Evan asked, his
voice rising with anger. All I could do was look at
him, unable to explain that Brad needed me to fulfill
his deepest darkest needs, and that I needed Brad to so
I could fill those needs for him.
"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive
me?" I asked him, and I could hear my voice was very
small and trembling, because I knew I feared his
answer.
"I hate you with all my heart Noel! I hate you for what
you've done to Brad and his entire family! For what
you've done to August and his family, and for what
you've done to our family! I can never forgive you for
what you've done!" he answered softly, and there was
that look, a look of pure hatred. I had expected him to
say something like this, but when he'd finally said it,
it was like a ton of bricks had fallen on top of me.
Suddenly I felt so small and very, very alone. I felt
myself look down at the table before me, and then felt
my chest contract and heave as a loud mournful wail
escaped my mouth and my tears blinded my vision.
That's when I realised I didn't deserve any pity, not
from Evan, not from any one, and especially not from
Brad. Now I knew I would be made to suffer as I'd made
others suffer before me.
"I'm so sorry Evan, so very sorry for what I've done!"
I sobbed openly to him, unable to meet his accusing
hate-filled eyes as he got up and went to the door to
leave.
"I know you've been dying to ask me about Brad, and how
he is." Evan said.
"You'll be happy to know that he's doing a lot better.
He was suffering severe malnutrition and dehydration,
as well as trachoma, which has affected his eye sight
rather badly. But he's going to pull through. I've got
the best physicians and specialists looking after him."
And with that he walked out on me.
At my trial, it was like being at a three ring circus.
The national media all turned up, and my name suddenly
became synonymous with some of the greatest mass
murderers and serial killers ever to be afforded such
historic infamy.
I was scared and terrified as I was made to tell the
jury what exactly happened and how I'd gone about
enslaving August and then Brad Cahill and his family.
But the hardest part was being aware that they were all
in the courtroom directly behind me, witnessing my
admittance to my crimes and how I'd deliberately
planned to enslave them. At no time did I have the
courage to turn around and look at them, to tell them
how sorry I was. I kept my eyes firmly on the table in
front of me, and never lifted them for the entire court
hearing.
Except for Brad! When he was finally called up to the
witness box, I tried to quickly glance up at him,
without him seeing me look at him. All I wanted to do
was see how healthy he now looked, and I was swooning
in my seat as I saw how handsome he appeared in the
white suit he wore.
But once again my tears blinded me as he related to the
jury how I'd enslaved him and then the whole sequence
of events that led to Evan finally tracking us down in
the south.
Of course I was found guilty, and I now await my
sentencing.
And as I wait, I am micro-chipped, have all the hair on
my body permanently removed, and then I am brutally
raped and beaten, all in preparation for when I am
formally told I have been enslaved for the rest of my
natural life.
On top of that, regardless of my sentence, I am to be
castrated and have my tongue removed without general
anesthetic.
And then if I survive my mutilation, I will be sold to
a mining company somewhere in Uganda.
***
7.2 Brad Cahill - Wings of Freedom
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
He comes in my dreams as an avenging angel, angry and
dangerous, demanding my unconditional loyalty and love.
I give it to him immediately, open myself to him, and
as I dream, I feel his wrathful arms wrap around me and
squeeze the breath out of me, crushing my lungs,
reducing my torso to a bloody pulp.
But then my eyelids flutter and I wake up screaming. I
can feel myself being held down on my back, a soft
caring voice telling me everything is alright.
My eyes adjust to the dim light, but the face above me
is vague and blurred.
"It's alright Brad. You're safe now and lying in a
comfortable soft bed, covered with soft smooth sheets
to keep you nice and warm." It is Master Evan's voice
and he is speaking so tenderly. I can feel him wiping a
warm moist cloth across my forehead, and he continues
to talk to me.
"Don't worry Brad. Your eye sight has been affected a
little bit, but you'll soon be able to see clearly
before you know it. Just calm down, you're safe now and
no-one will hurt you." he says, his voice soothing me,
calming me.
I remember him clearly. I recall how he came and took
me away from the small suffocating room that Master
Noel and I were living in. But where is Master Noel? I
need him, oh God I need him, and as I think about him I
feel my cock stiffening instantly to its fully erect
state.
"Shhhh... That's it Brad. Calm down. No one will hurt
you or do anything to harm you ever again." Master Evan
says in a gentle voice that I find comforting, as he
again wipes my forehead with the same warm moist cloth.
Again I think of Master Noel, and I wonder where he is.
He cannot be far away, not if Master Evan is here
looking after me. Why can't I see him? In fact, why is
everything so blurred? Then I remember what Master Evan
has just told me, of the damage to my eyes.
I need to get up and search for Master Noel. Why can't
I move, or raise my arms or legs. I can't even lift my
head up without sudden pain shooting through every
nerve ending of my body. Maybe I've been refitted with
a micro-chip and Master Noel is punishing me for not
getting up off my lazy backside. Yes, that must be it!
"Listen to me Brad! Now just calm down and relax. Don't
squirm about like that! Just rest up here now, yes
that's it." Master Evan continues saying, his voice
soft as velvet silk.
"You've been ill for a while Brad, and now you getting
better. I want you to stay still and relax and rest up
for me Brad. Will you do that for me Brad?" Master Evan
says, insisting I stop moving about.
Suddenly I feel very, very tired, and before I know it,
I fall into a deep comforting sleep.
That's when the visions come, a rambling kaleidoscope
of vivid pictures that flicker and merge into a single
moving image. I know what these are. They are my
memories playing out in my mind, reminding me of the
past.
There in my mind, as if it were only yesterday, are my
parents. They are looking a bit haggard but overjoyed
as they hug Sean, Justin and me close to them. And
there's Master Evan standing aside, smiling a lonely
smile, watching us as we laugh and cry, lost in our
family love for each other.
But I hear the knock on the door and without thinking I
walk over and open it. Suddenly someone grabs me by the
front of my shirt, dragging me out and silently closing
the door behind me. A huge ape of a man, unshaven and
nearly bald and much taller than me, slams me up
against the wall of the hallway and puts a finger up to
his lips, indicating I should keep quiet, just shut my
mouth as he hurriedly pushes me into an empty janitor's
room, flicks on the light and closes and locks the door
behind us.
At first I am furious. I want to strike back but the
way he looks down at me, a smirk across his weather-
beaten face suddenly sends shivers of fear down my
spine.
"I got a message for you, queer-boy! It's from your
real master down south, and I think you're going to
want to stay real quiet and not make a sound as I tell
what he's got to say!" he says in a terrifying voice
that makes me tremble in fear.
"Firstly, he commends you all on getting away from him
so easily. Didn't think his own little brother had the
balls to do what he did. But you, well, he's got a
message. Come back now, of your own free will, and
he'll leave the rest of your family alone." The large
man said, his voice sounding like gravel on sandpaper.
And then before I know it, he is cupping the front of
my crotch, feeling me up and then unzipping my fly.
"Of course, if you don't do what he wants, he's going
to be so pissed off, and I reckon you can kiss your
family goodbye forever. I'm quite sure he'd never harm
you, but I doubt he'll let any of your other family
members live if you were to disagree with him." He says
as he shoves his huge calloused hand inside the front
of my underwear to take my testicles in the palm of his
fist.
"So, what do you say, homo? Are you going to be a good
boy and come peacefully with me? Or are you going to
try and fight me and go running off to your new
boyfriend?" he says as he starts squeezing my balls as
hard as he can.
I know I am crying now, and I know it is senseless to
try and fight back. This man is humungous and will
knock me about before I know what's hit me. Also, I
know I have to follow this scary man and go back to
Master Noel.
I've already learnt how cruel Master Evan's brother can
be, and I know he'll never let me go. When it comes to
the long-term safety of my family, and doing the right
thing for them, there really isn't any choice.
"Ah that's good! I can see you made the right decision.
Now let's get real cozy here and get to know each other
a lot better. On your knees cunt!" he growls at me.
In the dim light of the small janitor's room, I fall to
my knees as he stands over me, and as I look up at him,
he moves even closer to me and quickly lowers his
pants. His penis is fully erect and it is huge,
standing out from his hairy groin about nine inches or
10".
"Time to show Papa how good a 'sword swallower' you
really are."
I take his throbbing organ in my mouth and I gag as he
tries to force it down my throat, not because of the
thickness and length of his massive penis, but because
he hasn't washed or showered in a very long time.
His stench and the putrid taste of his foreskin makes
me want to retch, to vomit, but I still my stomach and
do what he demands of me.
For quite a few minutes he makes me work my lips up and
down the shaft of his thickly veined cock, before he
decides he wants more. Quickly he pulls me back up to
my feet by my hair, and spins me around so my back is
to him. He yanks my pants and underwear down around my
ankles, pulls my shirt up my chest, and makes me bend
over and grab my ankles.
"Now that's real nice! I been hanging out to try me
some hot faggot cunt, so you just hold tightly onto
your ankles and don't make a sound as I corn hole you,
you fucking homo!" he grunts as he roughly pushes
himself all the way into me.
And then he reaches over me and grabbing a fistful of
my blond hair, he yanks my head up and back and starts
slamming into me, fucking me as hard as he can. I feel
the agony of what he is doing to me, but I also feel my
body responding to his brutality. My anus starts
gripping and milking his thrusting penis and I find I
am pushing back my butt to get as much of him into me.
I feel ashamed of myself. I no longer have the micro-
chip in my spine, but it's as if its still there, and
the pleasure level has been triggered at an extremely
high setting.
"Goddam you're good faggot! Oh yeah, I can see why he
wants you back!" the man gasps out loud as he increases
his fuck pace and slams into my anus over and over
again while still yanking my head up even further as I
stand bent over all the way, holding tightly onto my
ankles.
The images blur in my mind, suddenly speeding up like
the fast forward action on a movie. I see myself
kneeling before the man once more, licking and sucking
the slime of his recent ejaculation and my shit off his
semi-flaccid cock and large hairy balls before he
quickly makes me stand up again and pull my pants up
before dragging me out of the janitor's room and away
from my family and friends and the Le Grand Hotel.
Bundled into the back of a car, I see vaguely the many
street lamps lighting up the night, but I have no idea
where we are or where we are going. The small room we
enter is dusty and damp, and I sit on the side of the
bed as he instructs me and watch as he sets up a
digital video camera on a tripod stand facing me.
I speak the words he tells me to repeat and dutifully
stand up once more, lower my pants and underwear, step
out of them so he can video record me masturbating. And
as I smile, I watch as he steps forward and punches me
in the face.
The images speed up more as he places me in many
uncomfortable positions and fucks me repeatedly.
Absurdly, I watch as the images show me sucking his
monstrous dick before and after each fuck session, and
see myself gag as he urinates in my mouth. He continues
to beat me around my head, my body and genitals,
deriding me for not being a real man and not fighting
back.
Instantly the images slow down a fraction as I find
myself thrown down in the middle of another small room
and there stands Master Noel, his face red with anger
as he turns on the man, telling him to go back to his
motel and wait for him to call.
I hear Master Noel's voice as if from far away,
ordering me to go take a shower and I watch myself
stagger into the cubicle. I remember the warm water
flowing over me has a reviving quality about it, and
then before I know what has happened, I am dry and
Master Noel is taking his time fucking me on my back.
My knees are bent over his shoulders and he his kissing
me deeply, and then as he cums, Master Noel bites my
tongue and declares his undying love for me.
Suddenly I am seeing in my mind images that are running
at normal speed. We are in another small compact
bedroom, somewhere in the southern states, and Master
Noel looks scared and worried. He is cursing Master
Evan, and hugging me close to his chest. I lay there,
feeling a sudden swelling of love for him, and
immediately lower my head and take his semi-erect penis
into my mouth.
"Good girl! Yes, that's lovely! Take it deeper baby,
and make your Daddy feel really good!" Master Noel
intones to me, running his hands through my blond hair
gently. It is one of his good days, where he has spared
me the discipline of his fists and has momentarily let
his guard down. I know I am now safe, that I have made
the right decision, and that Master Noel will look
after me as he has promised.
Then news reaches him that Master Evan has just picked
up our trail as he continues to pursue us. If I could,
I would tell Master Noel he doesn't need to worry, as I
would never leave him. But I stay silent, obediently
speaking only when spoken to.
Again, another room and another city! I can feel my
stomach rumbling as we haven't eaten in such a long
time. Master Noel jokes that all the protein he makes
me suck out of his cock should be enough to feed a
small nation, but I can see he is now really worried
about me.
I remember the first man he brings home, a skinny
spectacled man who takes one look at me and then hands
over a large sum of money to Master Noel. Then I am
ordered to pleasure him with my mouth and then lie back
and let him fuck me for as long as he wants.
That night we eat our first proper hot meal in over a
month, and on my knees, I smile with joy at Master Noel
as I lean forward with my hands behind my back and eat
from the overfilled plate of hot food on the floor
placed next to him.
"Tonight you'll be my dog, my bitch! So when you're
finished there Lassie, come over here and take my cock
in your dick-sucking mouth and hump your clitty up and
down my leg. And for being such a good whore, I'll even
let you shoot your load." He says happily, watching me
as I eat my fill.
As soon as I finish and lick my plate clean, I hobble
over to him and push my erect cock up against his hairy
leg. As I suck him off, keeping my hands behind my
back, I slowly hump his leg, making sure I take my
time, just the way he likes me to do it.
The feel of his coarse leg hair tickles and scratches
my hairless cock and balls and before I know it, I have
let myself go and I'm humping as hard as I can and as
fast as I can. His large uncut penis starts spurting
his manly juices into my mouth at the same time I
ejaculate all over his leg. And as soon as I suck him
dry and lick his balls clean, I move down and lick and
suck up all the mess I've made on his hairy leg.
Tonight he is proud of me, and as I lay next to him,
feeling his powerful arms hugging me close to him, I
start kissing his hairy chest and shoulders and long
thick neck.
Again the images slide forward rapidly, like a series
of cardboard flip boards that suddenly stop at a scene
of me on my hand and knees and Master Noel kneeling
behind me, his chest flat against my back, his arms
hugging my chest tightly, and his fully erect penis
thrusting in and out of my gripping vagina.
"Come on boys! My friends here didn't pay a fortune to
see two sissy faggots acting like homos. We want a
proper man-banging fuck performance! Now get with it!"
It was the old man, and he was ridiculing the way
Master Noel was fucking me.
I could tell there were about 20 odd men sitting around
watching us, and Master Noel was whispering in my ear
for me to push back harder, to get into the rhythm of
his fuck-pace.
"I'm gonna kill that old cunt one of these days! He's
really starting to piss me off big time!" Master Noel
grunted and gasped into my ear as he pounded up me even
harder. I could hear the applause and wondered which of
the cheering men would be fucking me next.
The images speed up once more and I watch myself
standing before the old man side on, letting him stroke
my erect penis as he pushed the tapered end of a large
empty whisky bottle up my cunt. The pain was
excruciating, but I bit my tongue and let him do it.
"Fuck you've got a sloppy pussy, boy! See, I've nearly
got half the bottle up your vagina and your dick is
still rock-hard. Okay then, turn around so my friends
can see you and jerk off while I fuck you hard with
this bottle. I want to see how far you'll stretch
before you start bleeding bitch!" the old man leered,
his voice evil and filled with hate.
As instructed, I furiously masturbate myself for them
as he slammed the glass bottle in and out of my pussy.
I tried not to cry, but tears came and a strangled
squeal of pain leapt from my throat as I felt something
inside me rip at the same time I shot my girl juices.
Then there was Master Noel, standing over the
unconscious dying body of the old man, screaming at him
as he rams a metal poker up his arsehole. He has
sustained three serious knife wounds and is bleeding
badly, but without hesitating Master Noel quickly steps
over to me, tears in his eyes as he hugs me close to
him and helps me stagger out of the old man's house.
Then there was nothing. No images, no visions, no
pictures. I lay in a cocoon of peaceful black silence,
until suddenly I opened my eyes and I can vaguely see
Master Noel leaning over me, tears of joy in his eyes
as he saw me looking up at his face.
We are in another city, another small one bedroom
apartment. Master Noel is hugging me close to him, a
desperate angry look on his face as he talks of our
future. Suddenly the door crashes open and four huge
masked men carrying machetes and pistols storm into the
room.
Master Noel looks resigned, as if he knew this day
would come, when Master Evan's security team would
eventually find us. But suddenly Master Noel yells at
me to get down, screaming at the four men to stay away
as he uses his body to shield me.
The next minute we are both on our knees, our wrists
tied behind our backs, facing the men as they ransack
our room. Master Noel is shouting at the men to take
what they want and then get the fuck out.
"6k boss, just like the hotel manager said, boss!" says
the thinnest of the four. They are all very tall, and
three of them are verging on obese. We can't see their
faces, as they are wearing balaclavas, but their bare
hands identify they are all black men.
"So what we got here? Two faggot scum living it up in a
cozy hideaway retreat? And doing naughty fag stuff, no
doubt? Well, I reckon that'll cost ya big time not to
be ratted on. What do ya say, HD?" the largest man says
as he glares down at us.
"I say we have some fun before we go, and still give
'em up to the cops when we leave. Nothing nastier than
some fucking homos polluting the straight pool, boss!"
answered his compatriot in a chilling voice.
"Okay then, fun it is!"
Instantly a long glinting blade is pressed against my
throat and one of the men stands in front of Master
Noel unzipping his jeans.
"I reckon you the top man, since you still dressed and
all. So you get the pleasure of sucking my cock and
licking my big fat hairy black balls first." The man
said sneering down into Master Noel's horrified face.
"Mind though, we'll give you one chance to get outta
here with your cherry intact. If you don't want to suck
us all off, and then have us fuck you stupid, we'll
leave you alone and just slit your bitch's throat
before we fuck him. Then once we're finished, you can
go home, and forget this ever happened. Your choice
punk?" the man said.
At first Master Noel just stared at the huge black
uncut dick in front of his face, and then he turned his
head my way, looking at the menacing knife pressing
against my throat. And then he turned back around and
without another word took that large throbbing erection
into his mouth and started sliding his lips up and down
its thick length.
Before I could even move, one of the other men stepped
forward quickly and shoved his penis into my mouth and
ordered me to suck him off.
Again the images in my mind shifted quickly ahead in
time. I could see Master Noel and I had been positioned
next to each other, our wrists still tied behind our
backs, and we are both on our knees at the side of our
bed, bent over so our faces are pushed into the
mattress.
Kneeling behind us, two of the large black men are
brutally fucking us, while slamming their fists into
our backs if we don't push back onto their raging
thrusting cocks fast enough.
Master Noel has had his clothes ripped off him and his
favourite jock strap has been shoved into his mouth
gagging him. I have a pair of Master Noel's Speedo
briefs jammed into mine. Our faces are turned towards
each other, and I can see the lost, daze look on Master
Noel's grimacing pain-riddled face as he is forced,
like me, to take all the men's erect penises over and
over again.
The images shifted once again in time, and I recognise
the cellar room where the men and 16 of their gang
members hang out. I am on my back, the boss laying on
top of me, my legs over his shoulders as he pounds his
huge black cock in and out of my vagina.
The look in his eyes is feral and he is fucking me as
hard as he can, intentionally trying to hurt me and
make me cry.
"Fucking some real nice white pussy here guys! God he's
good! His pussy keeps gripping my dick so tight!" he
grunts and drools as he slams himself over and over
into me.
I remember how they had decided to take me with them
once they'd had their way with Master Noel and me.
Tying Master Noel up and then dragging me out of the
room, they'd thrown me in the boot of their car and
driven me here where I'd spent the next five days
performing oral on all their gang members and then
letting them rape me up my vagina whenever they wanted
to.
I remember my mind had gone completely numb and all I
could think about was Master Noel, and how he'd
sacrificed his cherry to save my life.
If ever I was stunned, it was when the heavy wooden
door to the cellar room I was being sodomised in
suddenly blew inward, shards of splintered wood
injuring many of the black men inside, and Master Noel
storming in firing a gun at anything that moved. Then
there was a volley of gunfire that seemed to go on
forever, but as the smoke cleared, there stood Master
Noel looking around for me.
As soon as he saw the boss who was still on top of me,
he raced over, smashed the handle of the gun against
the surprised black man's temple and pulled him off of
me. Then Master Noel rolled the man over onto his back,
took aim and shot the man's genitals off.
With Master Noel supporting me, he dragged me to a
waiting car he'd stolen earlier and slammed the
accelerator down as he drove us out of the city and
across the state line. I could see Master Noel had been
injured. He'd taken two bullets. One that had entered
and passed through his upper left arm and the other
having passed through his right shoulder.
After many hours, and I can see he was very groggy and
weak, he finally books us into a small run-down hotel
on the outskirts of a city, three states away from
where we'd been robbed and raped, and looking me over
carefully, he hugs me close to him as he cries and
kisses me all over my startled face.
"It's alright baby! You're safe with me now! Come on,
lie down here and try to get some sleep, okay." He said
to me gently, not worrying about his own injuries, just
concerned about me.
The images of the three weeks we stayed there float
through my mind as Master Noel decides once again
whether to ring Master Evan to come down and collect
me. But as I recover a little and he starts feeling
better, he chooses to move us once again. I also know
there is something wrong with my eyes now, as he is
just a blurred image on the edge of my vision, but I
don't tell him.
"I've got to get you help, Brad! I'm really scared I
might lose you if I don't. Maybe I'd better ring Evan
and have him come down here now?" he said in a whisper,
mainly to himself than to me. Immediately I wrapped my
arms weakly around his waist and tried to hug him close
to me, tried to reassure him all was well.
Finally the images speed up and I see myself on my
knees, trying to stay upright. I feel so weak, and I'm
having trouble not falling into a deep faint. I know I
have been unable to eat, that no food I take in stays
down.
I hear the knock on the door and the vague outline of
Master Evan stands before us. Master Noel is nearly
hysterical. I can hear it in his voice. He is trying to
protect me, but I know he is in bad shape too. As he
has seen me getting ill over the last month, he too has
stop eating.
I hear the scuffle and then the loud sound of a body
hitting the floor and I know deep down it is Master
Noel. Frantically I move forward, cursing my inability
to see, but my hands come across him and he lays there
before me unmoving.
Instantly I start howling in despair. He isn't moving,
and I know there's something wrong with him, but
suddenly I feel soft tender hands brush my shoulder and
gentle arms wrap around me.
"Shhhh, Brad. Its okay! Noel's okay too, and your safe
now. Shhhh there baby!" I hear Master Evan say softly
to me, hugging me ever so gently against his chest.
"Shhhh, you're safe now. We're going to look after you
and get you all better again." Master Evan continues
and I feel myself calming down and then the images
disappear and darkness descends all around me.
Noises and voices surround me, at first feint and
muffled. My avenging angel appears above me with the
face of Master Noel and the body of a glowing
iridescent Adonis. And on pure white wings he floats
down to me to cup my face gently and wipe away my
tears.
"It's time for you to move on, Brad. It's time for you
to let go of me and seek out your own destiny." The
angelic floating figure with Master Noel's face says to
me, a huge beatific smile stretched across a benign
face glowing with love.
Instantly I open my eyes to see the outline of Master
Evan hovering over me. I think he is smiling happily
down into my face and I feel his lips gently kiss my
forehead as he once again whispers to me to rest and to
sleep. A rich comforting darkness swirls around me,
settling over me, protecting me.
And then my eyes flutter open as bright natural
sunlight awakens me. I can see better now, the figures
and objects around me coming into clearer focus. There
standing over me is Master Evan, just as he has always
been, and I can see the details of his whole face now.
He looks so handsome and tall, not like the memory I
had of him as a short skinny teenage bookworm who
always looked shy and timid.
Now he looks strong and vibrant, but in the back of his
eyes I see the gentle kind boy I use to know. And
before I know what I'm doing, my hand rises ever so
slowly until I can caress his cheek.
"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me,
my handsome young prince!" I whisper softly up to him,
and I see the tears of pure joy and love spill down his
cheeks as he moves his lips down onto mine and gently
kisses me.
***
8. Evan Morgan – A Reversal of Fortunes
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
***
He lies next to me sleeping peacefully. I look down on
his handsome face and I feel my heart fill with joy. To
me he is everything. He is my life, my love, my very
being.
Since I brought him home, I have had to do a lot of
soul searching. I nearly went insane when I realised
how hurt he was, how badly damaged his mind and body
were. But he was home with me now, and to a point, that
should have been all that mattered.
But as I surveyed the horrible wreckage Noel had
inflicted upon all these innocent people, on all my
friends, I turned my head away from compassion and sort
a vengeance that would nearly cost me my soul.
As Brad lay there seriously ill in hospital, and then
at home in my bed, I stood next to him every waking
moment of the day, not moving, just waiting patiently
for him to wake up. I watched his wounds and bruises
fade away and all the horrible scars covering his body
I had surgically removed as he slept in his deep coma.
In time, when he woke up, the skin on his body and face
would be as smooth as the day he was born.
But as I stood there waiting, my mind was in turmoil.
Instantly I resolved to have any person who'd ever
raised a finger against Brad utterly destroyed.
As I've stated earlier, I'd already started the process
many months before. Upon viewing a number of private
DVD discs that had been hidden away in Noel's bedroom,
I came across footage of my brother's month long gang-
bang, just before he'd handed Brad over to me.
Also, I came across the footage of Sean's and Justin's
rape at the hands of the law enforcement officers who'd
raided the Cahill residence that very first night
they'd all been enslaved. On top of that, I also came
across recorded footage of what they were subjected to
while incarcerated at the state-owned 'Regional Slave
Induction and Training Facility'.
It was enough for me to begin legal proceedings on
Brad's behalf against every one of them.
Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond were currently being
held in a prison awaiting sentencing, along with every
one of their family members.
Jessie Franklin had already been convicted and
sentenced to a lifetime of slavery, and was currently
serving out his time in a sleazy male slave brothel,
somewhere on the east coast. His friends Mitch Ryan,
Simon Dexter and Devon Willard had also been convicted
and were now waiting to be sentenced.
As for Richard Summers, Craig Jessop and Marcus
Fielding, their families were fighting for their very
existence against the formidable resources I'd thrown
against them.
Craig and Marcus were already in custody, along with
every one of their siblings, while Jessie and Richard
had done a runner to try and escape my wrath.
I must admit one of the happier times for me at the
time I was desperately searching for Noel and Brad was
when Daniel Maddox turned up on my doorstep
unannounced, frightened and begging me to leave his
family alone.
Of course I invited him in, got Monet to make him a
coffee, and sat there listening as he asked my
forgiveness for anything he might have done against me.
I was astounded. He went on to say everyone back home
were under the impression I was after anyone who'd done
me any personal harm.
I shook my head in wonder and letting him rattle on
pathetically, I inserted the DVD which showed what he'd
done to Brad in crystal clear high resolution color.
As I clicked the on button, I smiled as I heard his
voice taper off as he watched himself fucking Brad as
hard as he could, while slamming punches into Brad's
unprotected battered and bloodied face.
"You were his best friend, weren't you?" I asked as he
stared in horror at what he was doing. Then he started
stuttering, his eyes flickering back and forth between
my face and the large TV monitor screen, unable to say
a word.
"Well Daniel! What you see up there is exactly what's
going to happen to you, to your father and mother, and
to any brother or sister you might have, and then I'm
going to have you all castrated. You see, Brad's my
best friend, and what Noel did to him was illegal. And
just so you know, Brad happened to be 100% straight.
Noel told you a pack of lies and you and all your
friends raped my friend in the most vicious way
possible, and then laughed it off as some sort of guy
thing. Well, I'm here to see that justice is done! You
can go now!" I said quietly, and the look on his face
one of pure terror.
I watched him stand up on quivering legs, his face
completely white. And then before I knew what he was
doing, he came back and knelt before me, his head
hanging down. I could see he was crying, and his chest
was heaving.
"Please don't do this, please Evan. I've got three
brothers younger than me! I'll do whatever you want,
but please leave my family alone, please Evan!" he
sobbed, the fear in his distraught face so palpable it
made me smile sadistically.
"Do you see that young slave up on the TV screen there
Daniel? Yes, that's the one! That's Brad youngest
brother Justin. And I can see you had a wonderful time
fucking the shit out of him. Oh well. Hopefully we'll
all learn from our mistakes, won't we Daniel?" I said,
all pious and glaring down at him as Daniel saw himself
sliding his cock in and out of young Justin's mouth.
"I didn't know. Honest! I thought he was a slave. I
wouldn't have done it otherwise. Please Evan I'll do
whatever you want if you leave my brothers and my
family alone! I'm begging you Evan!" he said staring up
at me.
And I believed him. Slowly I stood up and moved until I
was staring down at him.
"Okay Daniel. I'll leave your brothers and your family
alone, but on one condition. When you leave here and
get back home, I want you to go to the nearest Slave
Enforcement office and voluntarily register yourself
for lifetime indentured service." I said as I glared
into his horrified face.
"On the day you do this, you will call me. When I
arrive, and I see that you're there, I will then
personally buy you and move you to a safe place. And
when I eventually find Brad, I'll leave it up to him to
decide your fate. He'll either let you go or sell you
to someone who I guarantee will not be very nice to
you. Now get out of here!" I shouted. I watched as he
scampered out the front door.
To my surprise, I got a call from the slave authorities
two days later, enquiring whether I was interested in
purchasing a new slave who used to go by the name of
Daniel Maddox. Instantly I bought him, and for the
first time since I'd smuggled Brad, Sean, Justin,
August and Monet out of the state, I went home for a
visit.
One thing for sure is I definitely didn't like being
inside a slave facility compound. This was my first
time and the whole place reeked of despair and
hopelessness. The slave enforcement officers were
extremely brutal, and the entire management of the
centre seemed to condone severe punishment of slaves as
an acceptable social necessity.
I saw the cells the slaves slept in, the horrible
grayish porridge-like muck that served as food and the
extreme exercise routines each slave was required to do
three times a day regardless of the fact they were all
micro-chipped.
Wherever I turned, there would always be a slave on his
knees sucking off a staff member, or in more isolated
areas of the compound, I could hear slaves being anally
penetrated by zealous officers who seem to take it on
themselves to treat the slaves as animals.
Finally I was brought to a small cell which housed
Daniel. As soon as he saw me, he assumed the
traditional mandatory slave position, with his head
bowed low with his chin on his chest, his hands behind
his back and his legs wide apart as he thrust his groin
out to me for inspection. His penis was fully erect,
and he seemed to be trying not to cry in despair as he
stood there.
"So you did it. I'm actually rather proud of you
Daniel. As promised, I've purchased you so you are now
mine, and I've also halted all legal suits against your
family. Your brothers are all safe now, you don't have
to worry." I said softly, even kindly.
"Guards, I want him showered and made ready to leave
with me now!" I stated, and then made my way to the
visitor's waiting rooms.
Once he was delivered to me, I considered my next move,
which was really quite daunting when I thought about
it. We were now on our way to my parent's family
estate, and I steeled myself against what I expected
would be an explosive confrontation.
But I was in for a pleasant surprise. My father came
rushing out and hugged me close to him and stared down
into my face with pride beaming from his eyes. I was in
shock, but as I looked behind him, I could see my dear
mother smiling back at me, and she gave me one of those
cheeky winks she always did when she wanted to make me
laugh.
I couldn't believe it! Then I realised Daniel was
standing behind me in the slave position. This is why
I'd come here.
I hugged my parents once again and then excused myself,
promising to meet them in the family study in 15
minutes, and with Daniel following close behind me, I
made my way to my old bedroom.
It was strange to stand in my room and realised nothing
had been touched since I'd left. For some sentimental
reason, my parents had banned all staff and slaves from
entering my room, maybe on the off-chance I might come
home one day.
And here I stood. Again I turned my attention to my new
slave and gesturing him forward, I indicated he should
stand directly in front of me. In his slave position, I
had to admit he was quite nice to look at.
"You've got a nice compact smooth hairless body Daniel!
I'm quite sure you'd be a sexual dynamo in the sack!" I
watched him shake uncontrollably as my words reached
him.
"Now why don't you turn around, bent over and pull your
arse cheeks apart. I want to take a look at your
vagina!" I said firmly, smiling to myself as I saw him
cringe at how I referred to his arsehole. Quickly
obeying me, I looked upon his red raw, very sore
looking anus before I told him to turn back around.
"How many times did they use you Daniel?" I asked him
quietly.
"Master, ever since I signed the papers and they led me
to be processed, Master!" he said sadly. As I looked
into his face I realised he was on the verge of crying.
"That's not what I ask you? How many times did they
fuck you Daniel?" I asked again. Quickly he answered
me, suddenly frightened by the tone in my voice.
"Master, about 30 times, Master!" he stated, keeping
his eyes lowered.
"And how many blow jobs have you given since you
registered yourself as a slave?" I asked slowly, my
voice level yet firm.
"Master, about 50, Master!" he replied.
"How long have you been there, I mean, what day did you
sign in and what time?" I asked him.
"Master, I've been there since 7am yesterday morning.
As soon as I signed the legal papers, I was immediately
taken to be micro-chipped and then straight through for
processing, Master!" he answered me in fear, wondering
why I was asking him all these questions.
To me, the questions were all relevant to Brad and his
brothers. As I tried to calculate the abuse Daniel had
suffered in this short period of time, I could only
imagine what it was like for the Cahill brothers.
Standing up I went over to an old bureau I used to
store old clothes and digging around inside, I threw a
pair of underwear, long baggy shorts and an oversized
t-shirt at Daniel.
"Here, put these on. I'll not have you present yourself
to my parents with your dick standing to attention.
Besides, they know you and your family very well, and I
know it would be far too embarrassing for them to see
you all horned up all the time." I said, as I picked up
the micro-chip manual I been given and flicked through
its pages.
"Ah, here we go. 'Main Command Over-ride, disengage
power unit 2770-423'! Well, that should do it. Daniel,
look at me now." I said as I looked up at Daniel's
confused face.
"Punishment Level 1, proceed!" I said. Daniel squawked
and whimpered, cringing away from me, but nothing
happened.
"Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" I stated firmly. Again
nothing happened, and as Daniel looked at me in utter
confusion, I realised he no longer had an erection as
he quickly slid the underwear and baggy pants up over
his hips.
"Daniel, you'll be staying in here from now on, or at
least until I find Brad. You will consider this room as
your room and look after it like you would in your own
home. You can use anything in here, watch the LCD TV,
play any movies you want, any online games, but keep it
clean at all times!" I said.
"Most importantly, you will continue to go to school
and study, and you can go out and be with your friends
whenever you want, assuming you have any left that is.
You will abide by my parents house rules and be back in
this house when they tell you to be home."
"If they agree, you may be allowed to spend some nights
and weekends with your own brothers and parents, but
only if both our parents agree. And under no
circumstances are you to tell anyone you are a slave,
do you understand me?" I finished.
Daniel just stood there looking at me dumbfounded. He
looked around the room and then back at me.
"Master, I... I don't..." he stammered.
"Daniel, you will never call me Master ever again! My
name is Evan. So start using it as you used to!" I
added.
And to my surprise Daniel did something that made tears
well up in my eyes. Quickly he dropped down on his
knees directly in front of me, and then laid the side
of his face on my lap.
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry for what I've done to Brad. I
know I deserve to be punished for how much I hurt him.
Please, I'd do anything you want to make up for it!"
Daniel cried in heart rending sobs that echoed through
my old bedroom.
"It's not me you should be asking forgiveness from. And
don't worry, you'll definitely get your chance to
apologise to Brad after I've found him. For the moment
though, you'll do what I say and enjoy my parents
company. But if you piss them off, I promise I'll reset
your micro-chip and you'll rue the day you were ever
born, understand?" I said sternly, even though I was
gently patting his hair.
"Yes Evan, I'll do as you say!" he said with conviction
and as I helped him back up onto his feet, he suddenly
grabbed me and gave me a big hug.
Needless to say my parents were absolutely fine with
this arrangement. Eventually they would be caring for
another 12 young teenage guys who had the courage to
front up to me and do the same thing Daniel did.
What I didn't tell anyone, was I'd actually bought them
in Brad's name, so when I found him, he could decide
their fate himself. I don't know why I did this but it
seemed Brad might one day need to face up to some of
those who'd caused him great pain and hardship.
Of course, the day finally came round to when I'd
finally tracked Noel down, and I knew he wouldn't
escape me this time.
Getting Brad home became my highest priority, and it
took four days to eventually get him back to New
Holland Mercy Hospital. As I always did, I paid for the
finest specialists and physicians to take care of him,
with 24 hour nursing care and security. There was no
way I was going to lose him again.
And this time I made a decision that I knew angered
Brad's brothers and his parents to such an extent I
actually thought they might have packed up, moved away
and taken Brad with them. At the time, I didn't care,
because it seemed the right decision to make then.
The decision was I didn't inform them when I brought
Brad back with me, and I kept his whereabouts secret.
Brad's condition was extremely critical, and I didn't
want them seeing how he was at that moment. By the time
I'd gotten him to the hospital, I needed to know if he
was going to die, and only then would I have notified
them that I'd found him and they should hurry to see
him straight away.
But I was informed he was going to make it, so it was
important he first got over his delirium, where he was
begging me to go get Noel for him, or pleading with me
to take him to Noel.
In fact, all he talked about as he ranted and raved in
his delirious state was his need to be with Noel at all
times, that Noel had to be there to look after him. I
just didn't want Sam and Joan Cahill to see their
eldest son in such a terrible state, and definitely
didn't want his brothers to see him in this state
either.
And so I stayed with him all the time, speaking softly
to him, reassuring him he was now safe. By the end of
the second week, he'd finally drifted into a deep sleep
that terrified me, but I was advised by the large
medical team this was normal, that Brad's body and mind
was working overtime to heal themselves.
But I'll never forget the morning he woke up finally,
his face looking refreshed and youthfully handsome as
usual, and he stared up into my eyes. Slowly he'd
lifted his hand so he could touch my face, and as tears
spilled down my cheeks, he smiled a smile that nearly
knocked me off my feet.
"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me,
my handsome young prince!" he said ever so softly as he
gazed into my weeping eyes. And before I know it, I was
ever so gently, tenderly kissing him on his lips. As I
raised my head, I watched as he closed his blue eyes,
lowered his hand and fell peacefully back into a deep
sleep that lasted about 24 hours.
Again I stayed where I was, at times sitting down and
nodding off as I held his warm hand, or just standing
there as I kept vigil over him. Finally as the sun rose
that morning and I listened with joy to his steady
breathing, I picked up my mobile and rang Sam Cahill
and Sean.
I admit I was exhausted by the time they turned up, and
all I wanted to do was go back to my bed and sleep. But
I had one more thing to do before I finally took a much
needed rest.
Noel had been kept in solitary confinement ever since
he'd been released from the prison hospital. For some
reason I just needed to see him, to try and understand
why he had done all this. I also knew he probably
couldn't answer me, because I don't believe he really
knew himself.
And so I turned up at the prison's visitors' rooms, and
watched as they brought him in.
He looked nothing like my brother at all. He was so
skinny, and he was having trouble walking as they
pushed him roughly forward. All of a sudden I began
worrying he'd fall over dead before his trial. His hair
had been shaved down to a number one, and his face was
gaunt and dark hollows ringed both his eyes.
When he saw me, he stopped for a second, and then
dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to look me in the
face as he stumbled and lowered his thin frame into a
plastic seat opposite me. All he could do was cast
casual glances up at me, looking me over.
"Jeez, I can't believe it... It's so good to see you
Evan. How have you been? How are father and mother? I
don't usually get any visitors you know. I mean, who
wants to meet the..." His voice trailed off as he
seemed to go deep into his own shattered mind. I could
see he was suffering immensely, that somehow what he'd
done just might finally be catching up with him.
"You're looking really good little bro. It really is so
good seeing you..." He looked up at me, his eyes full
of fear and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
And that's when I asked him.
"Why? Why did you do all this to Brad, Noel?" I asked
him, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared across at
him.
I watched his lower lip trembling as he finally looked
up at me, and as I watched the tears spill from his
eyes he answered me, and I knew then he was telling me
the truth.
"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like
I'm a real man!"
All I can do is stare back at Noel. It was
unbelievable! How would he know what love was, but I
could see in his eyes he really believed he loved Brad.
It is too much for me. I tell him he's warped, he's
concept of love is evil. But he looks at me, as if
pleading with me, and I know now he's hurting in a way
I don't think I'll ever understand.
"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive
me?" The question shocks me, and I can see he is really
scared asking it. His eyes are looking at me, so sad
and deep.
And that's when I hurt him even more. I reject him then
and there, as I will never understand how he hurt the
one person who went out of his way to treat me like a
friend.
But what I didn't expect was the sudden mournful howl
of pure sadness and despair that rushes from his lungs
as he drops his head and sobs there openly in front of
me. I am stunned and I suddenly want desperately to go
over and hug him and tell him everything will be
alright.
But I don't. I just sit there for a second as I watch
my big brother sob and then he starts apologising to
me. And again I know he is sincere.
I find myself standing at the exit door ready to leave
all too soon, unable to take any more. But I do the one
thing I hope will mean something to Noel, I tell him
Brad is fine and he will recover in time.
That's when I take my leave, but I don't go home, I go
straight back to the hospital to see Brad. My mind is
spinning and I know if I look upon his face, everything
will be okay.
Within a week, Brad was released from the hospital and
placed in my care. His parents were still pretty miffed
off with me and to a smaller degree so were his
brothers, but eventually Brad resolved the issue by
choosing to come home with me.
I was so ecstatic, unable to believe he was up and
around, and he was with me. My heart was overflowing
with a love I'd never experienced before, and all I
could do was get in the way of Brad no matter where he
went. I couldn't help myself. I needed to be there for
him, to make sure I was on hand no matter what.
Finally he took my hands in his and lifting them to his
lips and kissed them. I nearly fainted! We were the
living room of the executive apartment in the Le Grand
Hotel, and when he led me to my bedroom, I stumbled
after him as if I were floating on air.
What can I say? It was absolutely beautiful the way he
made love to me, and how he opened himself up to me. I
was very conscious of needing to be very gentle and
tender when he opened his legs and allowed me to slide
my erect cock up into his tight anus, and he was very
careful and slow when he pushed his huge penis up my
tight opening.
That night I shared myself with him and instantly
declared my unconditional love for him. As he rode me
for the third time, staring me in the eyes as I wrapped
my legs around his waist and tightened them to keep him
locked to me, I told him I would love him for as long
as he would have me.
And as he reared up and ejaculated deep inside me, he
said the words that would live with me until my dying
days.
"Evan, I love you with all my heart, my wonderful brave
hero!" he gasped as he stared into my eyes and I felt
the last trickles of his sperm spurt deep up into me.
For the next few days all we did was stay in bed, and
then finally it was time to prepare ourselves for when
we attended Noel's trial.
I hadn't told Brad about my visit to see my brother. In
fact, I'd been trying very hard to forget about it all
together. And as it was, all I'd eventually ended up
telling him was Noel was being looked after and he was
in very good hands.
But the main issue for us now was for Brad to be ready
to testify on behalf of the federal prosecution. I
still wanted Noel either locked away or enslaved, and I
didn't care which. For me it was important that Brad
was able to finally put this horrible nightmare behind
him so he could get on and start really living his life
to the fullest.
It was strange to see how hesitant Brad became as the
big day drew closer. My lawyers were trying to get him
to be more relaxed, guaranteeing him that Noel would
never see freedom again, and if we were lucky, he'd
probably be sold to some unknown country and that would
be the end to it.
Brad didn't seem happy with those conversations and
would immediately get up and slam the door behind him
as he left us staring in his wake in complete and utter
confusion. That's when one of my lawyers said Brad
could be suffering a severe case of 'Stockholm
Syndrome', where a kidnap victim starts to identify and
sympathise with his captor.
Again, it's funny when I think back to that time,
because I'd considered that as a serious issue we might
need to address prior to Noel's trial, but after I'd
gone and seen him, I knew deep down it wasn't that, or
more truthfully, it was just a small part of Brad's
problem.
That night, the evening before the trial, I waited for
Brad to come back from the gym where he spent a lot of
time when he needed to be alone. I now knew I needed to
know the true of how he really felt about Noel, as I'd
been putting it off for ages.
I watched him as he came through the front door and
then stripped off on his way to the shower. In a way, I
thanked him silently for making a mess, because Monet
loved cleaning up after us.
As soon as he'd showered and dried himself, he came
over to me and cuddled me close to his body. And that's
when I asked him.
"Brad? I need to ask you a question. Do you love Noel?"
as soon as I said it, I'd instantly wished I'd bitten
my tongue off and choked on it instead. I mean, what
did I expect him to answer?
"Of course I do, Evan. I thought you knew that." He
said so matter-of-fact.
"I don't understand. How can you love someone who did
all those terrible things to you and your family? I
just don't get it?" I said, and he could see I was
jealous, that I was upset.
"I don't understand it all myself Evan. And I know what
he did was terribly wrong. But I saw a part of him
where he showed his real 'self' to me, where even
though he was all mixed up, he really did love me in
his own way." Brad said to me gently.
"And in my own way, well, I love him. Oh, he tried to
look after me, and believe me when I tell you it nearly
got him killed a few times. Did you know he got stabbed
three times and shot twice trying to save me? And on
three occasions he nearly called you to come down and
get me, because he knew he was failing me. It broke his
heart when you finally came knocking on the door, but I
know he was so proud of you for having tracked him
down." He continued.
"You were the only person he was prepared to lose to,
what with that huge stubborn ego of his. And you did
win Evan. You beat him and you won me." Brad said
kindly and suddenly I was in tears, burying my face
into his big smooth chest.
The next day we were all nervous. Brad because he was
expected to testify against Noel, and me because
suddenly I didn't seem to see my brother as the huge
monstrous ogre I thought he was. Also, I was starting
to think maybe I'd been terrible wrong in not being
there to support him, regardless of what he'd done. I
mean, he was still my brother and he was all alone now.
But when I saw him in court, I nearly screamed blue
murder.
I was livid, angrier than I'd been in a long time. Noel
was in an even worse condition than the last time I'd
seen him. He was coughing up blood and appeared to be
disorientated most times. And even though they'd
showered and shaved him, I could see he was terribly
ill.
I could see his mind was still functioning though,
because as the court proceedings commenced, he answered
the relevant questions regarding his guilt and his
understanding of the case against him. But he refused
to look back at us or even acknowledge our even being
there. But I watched him carefully when Brad got up in
the witness box and how Noel tentatively glanced up a
few times to look at him, before he buried his head in
his arms and sobbed silently to himself.
I was stunned. I sat there watching Noel, completely
broken and shattered and I realised I'd abandoned my
own brother. I know what he did was heinous, but I was
his own flesh and blood and I'd shown him no compassion
whatsoever.
He'd been caught and would suffer the full weight of
the law thrown against him, and all I could do was hate
him even more.
That afternoon I walked out of that courthouse and went
for a walk by myself to try and collect my thoughts.
Brad was tired and restless. He tried to spend more
time down at his favourite gym, but his mind wasn't
with it. Finally he came back and confronted me.
"You told me he was okay, Evan! Well, he doesn't look
okay to me one bit. What's going on? You know his dying
don't you Evan? Is that what you really want?" he said
to me, his voice rising with anger.
"Of course I don't! I never planned for any of this.
It's not my fault. I mean, I didn't know he was that
sick! Oh God, I didn't know?" I answered softly, my
heart breaking as I watched Brad standing there so
hurt.
"Well you better think of something Evan, because
they're going to crucify him tomorrow, and then it'll
be all over except the funeral!" Brad said as he went
into our bedroom and closed the door behind him.
I stood there stunned. More importantly, I was thinking
how stupid I was that I hadn't considered this outcome
earlier. But then I knew what I had to do. For the
first time I think I smiled and went straight over to
make a phone call to one of my lawyers.
The next day in court was pretty much what we'd all
expected. Noel was convicted for the unlawful and
illegal practice of enslaving innocent persons, and for
bribing state officials in public positions to assist
in enslaving innocent persons.
He was to be taken straight back to his cell to await
his immediate sentencing before the judge, who would
now hear applications from slave merchants and traders
who might be interested in purchasing Noel.
As was most common, the meeting was held in the Judge's
chambers. As I entered, staying close to the door, I
noticed my lawyers were also present, as well as three
other persons who appeared to be representatives of
anonymous buyers.
Immediately my lawyer put forward a huge bid, which the
Judge's adjudicator logged accordingly. From there a
flurry of bids were put forward. Immediately two of the
bidders dropped out as the amount rose beyond their
authorised amount. This left my lawyers and one single
anonymous bidder left to battle it out.
What was more amazing was the bidding climbed to a
figure unheard of in the history of slave auctions, and
now I was starting to get really pissed off with
whoever was bidding against me.
But the moment it topped $5 million, my lawyer raised
it to $5.250 million, the other bidder dropped off, and
the Judge immediately awarded Noel to my
representatives.
Was there ever a time that I thought I might have
lucked out? Never! Because I would have spent my entire
fortune to secure ownership of Noel, just to keep him
out of the hands of any other slave trader.
But I must admit to being absolutely exhausted. Quickly
I exited and hurried back to Brad who appeared
distraught and was on his mobile frantically phoning
around. When he saw me, I could see tears pouring down
his cheeks, and I found myself frightened for him, not
knowing what the problem could be.
"I lost him, Evan! Someone came in with more than me
and I lost him!" he said in the saddest tone I'd ever
heard in his voice.
And then it all fell into place. He was the mystery
bidder. Oh for fuck sake!
Suddenly I broke out laughing, unable to contain
myself, and as he looked at me as if I'd gone insane, I
took his hand and motioned for him to follow me.
Once again I stood there in the prison visitor's room,
but this time I had Brad with me. He was still confused
as to what we were doing here, asking me repeatedly if
I'd organised for him to see Noel for the last time
before he was trucked off to his new owner.
But whatever excitement I felt, or however smug I might
have been, it all vanished as Noel was escorted on
unsteady stumbling legs into the room.
There stood Noel before us, my big brother, completely
naked, trying to assume the traditional mandatory slave
position as he wobbled there, his head bowed low with
his chin resting his chest, his hands behind his back
and his legs wide apart, and his groin thrust as far
forward as he move his hips.
But what shattered my composure was how thin he was.
His ribs showed through his chest, his arms and legs
were really just flesh hanging on bone, the sharp
outlines of his pelvic bones showed through the skin of
his hips.
The only thing that seemed to have any physical
strength and health about it was his uncircumcised
penis, which jutted out from his now hairless crotch in
the most obscene way.
Before I could react, Brad had rushed forward and
pushed the two laughing smirking prison officers away
from Noel and carefully wrapped his arms around Noel's
emaciated naked body, helping him to stay upright. I
had rushed forward too, taking off my long leather coat
and given it to Brad to wrap around Noel.
And Noel, as if in a daze, was looking at Brad as if he
were a figment of his imagination.
"Is that really you Brad? Am I dreaming? Have you come
to see me one last time? Thank you Brad, I really
appreciate it, you know?" Noel said, his chest
shuddering with pain as he tried to breathe, his
eyelids flickering as he tried to keep them open.
"And Evan, you're here too? Can you ever forgive me? I
really am so sorry bro! I'm so sorry I turned out to be
such a big disappointment to you!" he stammered, his
breathing laboured as he looked at each of our faces,
trying to smile.
"They tell me I'm to be taken from here to be castrated
and have my tongue removed. Apparently they don't use
anesthetic. Well, if this isn't just another
hallucination I'm having, I'm glad it's you two who
will hear my last words." Noel said, coughing violently
as he tried to laugh and make light of his predicament.
And then he looked up into Brad's face, he eyes
softened and he began to cry, a soft mewling sound that
wrenched our hearts as Brad held him tightly.
"Oh Brad, how much I love you! And I never saw it
coming. I hope one day you can forgive me for the way I
treated you!" Noel half whispered as he lost
consciousness and went limp in Brad's arms.
Immediately I felt for a pulse in his wrist and
detecting it, I looked up into Brad's horrified tear-
filled eyes.
"Listen to me Brad! His alive, but just barely, so we
have to get him to a hospital straight away. Also, the
person you bid against today was me. As such we own him
now, so hurry the fuck up and carry him to our car. I
don't know how bad he is, so let's get a move on!" I
said as quickly as I could, pulling on his arm to
follow me.
Brad didn't care. He'd heard the part I'd said about
him still being alive, about us owning him and to hurry
up. The next thing he was tearing ahead of me, but he
didn't stop at our limo, he raced off in the direction
of the hospital two blocks away carrying Noel in his
big cradling arms with me racing after them, trying to
keep up.
***
8.1 Noel Morgan - A Strange Forgiveness
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel
Morgan)
***
It's been nine weeks now, and I'm still stuck in this
fucking bed. They won't let me up and whenever I
complain, they just laugh in my face and tell me to get
over it.
I can't even play hard-ball with them anymore either.
If I even try to boss them around, or get uppity with
them, they just look at me somberly and shake their
heads in a no-no kind of way.
When they do that, I usually shut up straight away,
because I really don't want to upset them.
But I admit I look up to them both. Brad, because I
still love him dearly, though no-one understands how I
can say that, and Evan, because he's my little brother
and he spent over $5 mil of his own money to keep me
from being sent away to what definitely would have been
my death.
I got to say, it was hard to adjust to their ways
though. I always thought my brother was a fag, I mean
gay, because he always seemed so shy and meek and all.
And Brad, well, I just knew. But I don't talk to them
about it, because I know I'm probably the reason for
the way they turned out, and for them eventually
getting together.
Anyhow, I've come to accept their relationship, them
living and sleeping together, and I feel okay about it
now. It still hurts sometimes when I'm lying awake at
night and I can hear them being all loving in their
bedroom, but I reckon that's part of my punishment too.
And to be honest, it's not all that bad now. Before
though, I found it really hard at first, because I was
still really sick and I always considered Brad was
mine.
I know. You all must think I'm off my rocker, probably
thinking I'm in denial about my sexuality. Maybe I am a
queer? And true, I only ever think about one guy right
now, and I probably will for the rest of my life.
All I ever really wanted from the beginning was for
Brad to be my fag, and I know if I'd been given enough
time, I would have loved him forever. But that's not
how things worked out is it?
But when it comes to them sharing their lives together,
well, I can be a man about it and admit I'm just so
very jealous. Also, I'll probably always be jealous,
because they seem so happy together, something that I'd
always wanted to create for me and Brad in my own heavy
handed way.
Oh well, I get to go out in my new wheel chair later
this week. They promised if I was really good, stopped
pestering them and bitching about everything, they'd
take me for a stroll outside, where I'll actually get
to see some real sunlight for the first time in nine
weeks.
Yes, I love them both. How can I not? I remember how I
woke up the day after Brad had rushed me to the
hospital from the federal hospital. Brad was sitting in
a chair next to my bed, holding onto my right hand
firmly, his head slumped forward and the side of his
face resting next to my hip, fast asleep. On the other
side was Evan, and he too was asleep in a chair,
holding on to my other hand.
At first I didn't know what was happening. I even
thought I was having the most wonderful dream, or I'd
actually died and gone somewhere astral-like. I mean,
the whole hospital room I was in was painted vivid
white so it sure made me wonder.
But then my past memories kicked in, and I found myself
staring down into Brad's handsome sleeping face. I
couldn't help it when the tears filled my eyes and I
started to cry softly. Instantly both Brad and Evan
woke up, and seeing I was now awake, they jostled
around me, making sure I was comfortable.
When I tried to speak to them, I found no sound would
come out of my mouth and suddenly my lungs began aching
as I tried to push myself up. Immense pain instantly
filled my head and my body, and I found myself
struggling desperately to breathe properly.
"Noel, you have to relax and not move around." Evan
said as he looked down on my grimacing face. Brad was
frantically punching at a button, trying to get the
attention of the hospital staff.
"Brad, would you please sit down, you're upsetting
Noel!" Evan said, his voice full of concern and rising
a bit in irritation.
"Noel, you're going to be okay. You're suffering from a
combination of pneumonia and bronchial lung infection.
The doctors are treating you and say you'll be fine,
but you have to rest up." Evan said softly. Brad had
sat down in his chair and was holding my hand again,
watching me carefully with distress written all over
his face. Also, I could see they weren't telling me
everything, that they were keeping something back from
me.
But at that moment, I didn't seem to mind anymore. Not
at that exact particular moment in time. Not about the
extreme pain I was suffering, not about what was
actually wrong with me.
Because I finally realised this wasn't a dream at all.
Here was Brad watching over me. He was really here!
I was stunned. I wanted to reach up and touch and
caress his handsome sad face but my hands wouldn't
move. So all I could do was stare up into his face, and
hope he could see how happy I was to see him, and how
very, very sorry I was.
Again the tears began, and I saw him reach down with a
thin tissue paper and tenderly wipe the moisture from
under my eyes.
"I'm here Noel. I'm not going anywhere, so rest up for
me, will you?" he said to me, a big smile on his face
as he gently squeezed my hand to reassure me. And
before I knew it, I'd closed my eyes and drifted back
to sleep.
"How long has it been? Two weeks? Okay, you can bring
him slowly out of his induced coma. His brain should
have had time to recover, and the recent CAT scans
relating to his stroke and heart attack should allow us
to see how bad his condition is." The voice said as I
drifted in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
When I opened my eyes, it was once again to see Brad
sitting there next to me holding my hand.
"Hi there, sleepy." he said as he smiled down at me,
and for the first time since I'd met him, I smiled up
into his face with as much affection and love as I
could muster. The reaction from him shocked me as he
lowered his head and rested it next to mine.
"I've missed you Brad." I tried to say to him, and
found I could only whisper a short breath of air with
my words on it, words which escaped from the corner of
my mouth. Even saying the very words exhausted me, but
I could see he'd heard me.
"Me too Noel, I've missed you. Now don't speak because
you're still healing and we want you to get better
soon." Brad said as I lay there looking up at him.
"What's happened to me? Why can't I...?" I tried to
ask, suddenly scared because nearly the entire left
side of my face and body was completely numb and I
couldn't move a muscle.
Brad looked up over me and I saw Evan looking back at
him, shaking his head from side to side.
Now that was scary! And as I watched Evan look down at
me with a big sad smile on his face, I figured the news
about my health was going to be real bad.
"Noel, the doctor will be back in a few seconds. He's
going to give you a quick once over and let us know if
it's okay to take you home with us." Evan said.
Of course, within an hour I'd found out just how sick I
was, as well as the fact I wouldn't be getting much
better any time soon.
That really made me ponder my life, and what I'd done
to end up like this! I was only 20, and I'd suffered a
massive heart-attack, a stroke and my lungs were
damaged. On top of that, my kidneys had packed it in
and my liver wasn't functioning properly anymore.
It was all the result of the time I'd been with Brad
down in the south, and then the regular beatings I got
when I was in solitary confinement within the federal
prison.
None of the medical staff could believe I was still
alive, and it was still expected I'd not last long,
maybe a few months if I was lucky.
From what I learnt, not many people were that worried
about me when they found out I was seriously ill. Most
were actually happy and some I heard were even now
celebrating my imminent death.
As I lay there, all I could think about was how
pathetic my life had been. And always my thoughts
turned to Brad and what I'd done to him,
And then I started wondering. Why was Brad here?
Suddenly it didn't make sense. I had done some terrible
things to him and his entire family, yet he sat next to
me everyday and held onto my hand, willing me to get
better.
When Brad had first turned up at high school and I'd
first seen him, I'd hated him with a passion. All I'd
wanted to do was destroy him and his entire family. But
something happened that I couldn't understand and the
next thing I knew is that I've fallen in love with him
and I was fighting for his very life.
That's when I fell into a deep depression. Memories of
what I'd done to Brad kept filtering up into my mind, a
constant reminder of the pain I had caused him and
others. Before I knew it, I was somehow pulling the
drips out of my arms, wanting so much to end it all.
It felt right that it should end this way, and as I
fell into a deep blackness that seemed to swallow up
every fibre of my being, I heard myself faintly
whispering Brad's name over and over again.
To me it was funny to wake up feeling so rested and
relaxed, yet feeling really pissed off that I was still
alive. I remember chuckling to myself as I woke up to
find I'd once again failed at doing something as
trivial as this, of ridding the world of a despised
criminal monster and slave.
But to my surprise, as I felt the tears gather in my
eyes, I felt someone's large warm body lying next to me
in my bed. Big muscular arms were draped over me,
hugging me tightly. At first I was confused as I
realised I wasn't in the hospital anymore either. I was
in what appeared to be a really large nice room,
overflowing with flowers.
A huge LCD TV was built into the wall opposite me which
I could easily see, the bed I was lying in was huge,
the sheets covering me smelt fresh and clean, and a
large beautifully crafted crystal light hung from the
ceiling.
And then I watched in astonishment as Brad lifted his
head and smiled at me.
"Welcome home stranger. Evan and I are your new
roomies, so we'll be caring for you from now on. And if
you ever pull another stupid stunt like you did in the
hospital, we'll have to take your pocket-money away
from you for at least two weeks." He said softly, a
wide grin on his handsome face.
"Why are you doing this for me? You should hate me? All
of you should? I don't understand?" I whimpered, still
unable to move and stammering out of the side of my
mouth. Again I was weeping, and I could hardly see him
as he drew his body closer to mine.
"Noel, you were a cunt, a horrible person who nearly
destroyed everything I love. But you also saved my life
down there in the south on a number of occasions." Brad
said calmly.
"Also, I really do love you. Not because of the
terrible things you did to me, or to my family, but
because I saw that side of you no-one else has ever
seen before. You nearly died for me, twice, and I know
you even killed for me as well. And then you went
without food for so long to make sure I was fed and got
some medication." He continued.
"To me, you will always be a part of my life now and
forever. Also, you're my slave too, and I need to make
sure you're well looked after. You might not know this,
but you cost Evan a small fortune, and then he gave you
to me straight away!" he chuckled in a tender kind of
way.
"But you're not well anymore, Noel, so I want to be
here to look after you until you get all better. Evan
and I are going to take shifts, so we can keep an eye
on you, 24 hours a day." he added, smiling down at my
exasperated confused expression.
"It doesn't matter why Noel! Just enjoy the pampering
and we'll all try to get you better again, okay?" he
finished, and as I watched him, he dragged his body up
even closer to mine and lay down with his head resting
lightly on my chest.
What could I say? I was shocked, stunned! Here he was,
being so kind and tender. I could hardly breathe
because it still made no sense. I remember finally
breathing in and smelling his blond hair, how clean it
was and seeing how it shone in the soft light of the
room I lay in.
"I'm so very sorry, Brad. Can you ever, ever forgive
me?" I said in a half whisper, and I readied myself for
his negative response.
"Noel, I forgave you ages ago. I forgave you when you
showed how much you really did love me. So no more
being sad at yourself anymore, please?" Brad said as he
lifted his head up and looked deeply into my eyes.
I fell asleep and woke up to the smell of real food
wafting through my room. Instantly my mouth began to
water as I felt my stomach rumble. As I looked over
towards the door, I watched as Brad and Evan walked in,
carrying three large dinner plates.
"We're eating in here from now on. Time we started
acting like a family once more." Evan said happily as
he sat down on the bed next to me and started to cut up
my food.
Again, all I could do was watch them in a daze as they
laughed and joked, ate and fed me, acting as if this
was a normal thing to be done every day.
Needless to say this became a daily routine for
breakfast, lunch and dinner, and as I got better and a
small amount of feeling came back into the left side of
my body, we began to make arrangements for when I could
finally get out of my bed.
In a way, I never was able to understand how Brad could
so easily forgive me, but that's maybe because he's
genuinely a lovely sincere guy, who is more a man than
I ever was, or ever will be.
The truth of my situation is I will never walk properly
again without crutches, and I only have partial muscle
control over a third of my body. When they told me
this, I took it for what it meant to me, and that was
this was all part of my punishment for all the terrible
things I'd done.
And then Brad and Evan came in one day and told me
about their relationship.
At first I just stared at them and then I was crying,
and before I knew what was happening to me, I found I
was howling inconsolably in despair. I know I had no
right to feel so distraught whatsoever, but I just
couldn't believe that I'd finally lost Brad, and to my
little brother.
I know that's what I'd originally planned all along,
but that was before I fell in love with Brad.
Also, now I would have to live under their roof and
know they were fucking each other every night. I just
couldn't believe I would have to lie here and there was
nothing I could do.
But what hurt even more was I knew I would only ever be
able to look at Brad from now on and never be able to
touch him ever again.
They were frantically trying to calm me down, as I'd
somehow managed to knock over my drip stand and torn
some of the butterfly needles from my arm. Blood was
spraying everywhere.
Evan was weeping and Brad was nearly hysterical as they
both held me close to them tightly, not allowing me to
move at all.
Somehow, I must have cried myself into an exhausted
sleep. I awoke and knew it must have been late that
evening, and I found myself once more looking up into
Brad's concerned face.
Straight away I started crying again as I remembered
that he and Evan were now a couple, but in that
instance, I also knew once again I had no right to
demand anything from them at all. I knew they owed me
nothing, but I owed them everything.
As I sniffled back the tears, I tried to smile up at
Brad and tell him I was alright, that I was just
shocked, being stupid and childish, that's all. I
wanted him to know I was actually really happy for them
both, and I wished them all the happiness in the world
for their future.
Brad just smiled down at me, and then he did something
that shook my very world.
He stood up and started taking his clothes off very
slowly in front of me. I watched him in stunned silence
as he dropped his trousers and then his underwear,
unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.
Naked, he stood there before me in the traditional
mandatory slave position, his legs wide apart as he
stood there before me, his hands behind his back and
his groin thrust out as far as he could. His thick long
penis was rock-hard and quivering, and his smooth
hairless balls dangling low between his thick muscular
inner thighs.
There before me stood my beautiful naked Adonis just as
I remembered him from months before. When I looked into
his face he was smiling, and then he quickly moved
forward and crawled under the sheets to cuddle up next
to me.
"Oh Noel, you don't ever have to be jealous of Evan and
me. I told you I love you, and I wasn't just mouthing
off. I've never forgotten what you did to save me from
those terrible men down south, and I'll always be here
for you. I still find it hard to believe you got
stabbed three times and also took two bullets and were
still able to get me safely away each time." He said
softly as he planted soft tender kisses all over my
face.
"And don't worry about Evan either. He knows what the
score is, and that you are a vital part of my life. In
fact Noel, you're a very important part of his life
too. Believe it or not, he's very proud of you. When I
told him what you did to protect me, to save me, he
demanded we look after you from now on." Brad added as
he gently rubbed himself up against my limp unmoving
body.
"I was going to wait until you were a lot better before
jumping in the sack with you, but maybe now's as good a
time as any." he added mischievously.
I couldn't look away from his handsome face as he
gently touched me all over. Although my body was
damaged internally and I couldn't move a muscle, I
still found my dick was able to respond to his
caresses.
And that's when I asked him.
"Brad, I'm dying aren't I? That's why you're being so
kind to me?" I asked, knowing the truth before he
answered.
At first Brad just stared down at me as if I'd hit him
with a crowbar across the back of his head, but then he
smiled sadly, and tears came to his eyes.
"Yes Noel, you are. The doctors give you a few months
more. But it isn't why I'm being kind to you Noel. I
want to be here with you right now because I do love
you. I need to know my man is being looked after and
being cared for, so that's why I'm here, Noel." Brad
said so sincerely that my eyes began to fill with tears
once again.
And as he smiled down at me, Brad moved ever so
carefully, exploring my naked hairless body, making
sure not to squash me or hurt me in any way. And as he
took my throbbing cock all the way into his mouth,
sucking me off as gently as he could, I thanked him and
told him once again just how much I truly loved him.
***
8.2 Brad Cahill - Unconditional
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)
***
Ten months on, as I look down into his sleeping gaunt
face, I know he is dreaming of all the terrible things
he did to me. His facial muscles twitch and tense
constantly, and I know the memories of the past, of
what he's done, are haunting and tormenting him over
and over again.
And even though I have told him I have forgiven him,
that I love him with all my heart, I can still tell he
despises himself completely, because he can never
forgive himself for the pain he has caused me.
So how do I explain it so anyone could comprehend why
it is necessary for me to look after Noel, keep him
safe and love him regardless of the terrible things
that have happened in the past?
To me it's quite simple! But to others, well they just
won't or couldn't understand.
No one will really understand. Not my brothers, not my
parents, and to a certain extent, not even Evan.
And it's not that I don't want them to understand, it's
just that I can't explain or articulate the reasons
why.
How do I tell Evan and my family that I became addicted
to the endless beatings, to the utter humiliation and
shame Noel and his friends subjected me to?
How do I explain the insanity of how I looked forward
to obediently stripping off my clothes before all the
guys on the high school football team, slowly sliding
my tight skimpy underwear down my legs and stepping out
of them before being forced to masturbate in front of
them?
It would be impossible for me to look all my loved ones
in their eyes, and tell them how I trembled with
unbridled lust every time I was pushed down onto my
knees and made to perform oral sex on any of Noel's
friends who happened to want a blow job.
What would they say if they knew every time I lay on my
back or got on my hands and knees to be anally
penetrated over and over again I would uncontrollably
ejaculate multiple times without ever having to touch
myself?
To everyone who knew my situation, I would hear them
politely and sympathetically say it was the slave
micro-chip that made me feel so eager and enthusiastic
to pleasure Noel and all his friends, and that I
shouldn't feel guilty or ashamed of what I had to do to
survive.
But what no-one knew, except for Noel, was that on the
afternoon I was led into his bedroom to admit I was a
faggot, a queer to Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond,
Noel had secretly deactivated the micro-chip implanted
in my spine.
From that moment on I was fully aware of what I was
doing, of how I'd submitted completely to Noel, of how
I eagerly opened my smooth hairless muscled legs wide
apart and let Noel and his friends mount me repeatedly.
And of course there's so much more to the story of my
total subjugation to Noel, and why he did what he did
to me, but more importantly, why I accepted it.
I will always remember back to the evening Noel was
stabbed three times as he tried to save me, and how he
then shoved that fire poker all the way up that cruel
blackmailing old man's arsehole.
Again what no-one knows is that as he'd driven us over
the state-line, where he eventually found us a place to
lie low, Noel totally disregarded his own serious
injuries, his punctured lungs, to tend to my needs
first.
Once he'd washed me and bandaged me as best he could
and then dosed me full of pain-killers, he'd collapsed
unconscious on the bed in that small hovel of a motel
room from complete exhaustion and loss of blood.
For the next three days he'd slipped in and out of
consciousness, babbling incoherently at times in a
frenzied fevered state.
That's when I understood why he had done what he'd
done. That's when I found the sealed envelopes at the
bottom of his travel backpack as I searched frantically
for strips of cloth to bind his continuously bleeding
wounds.
At first I ignored them as I washed the blood off his
body and tried to staunch the bleeding, but I suddenly
saw one of the envelopes had my name on it, and the
other was addressed to Evan.
Even though I was curious, I still put the one
addressed to me aside and nearly forgot about the
letter as I tended to Noel. Eventually, as I lay next
to him, holding him close to my chest, praying for him
to pull through, it caught my eye again and I found
myself carefully opening it so as not to damage the
seal too much.
___________________________________
My dearest Brad,
I'm writing this letter having just left you in the
care of my little brother Evan.
I know you are seriously hurt, and it is entirely my
fault, and believe me when I say it breaks my heart to
know you suffered so brutally at my and my friends'
hands.
For a whole month I let them do things that I knew
would cause you great pain, hoping this was what you
truly wanted, and hoping you would love me afterwards.
Yes, I know I am solely responsible for your pain and
your injuries.
Also, I know whatever I say now will not make up for
the terrible vicious things I have done to you and your
entire family.
But I thought it was important I write this for you,
and for you to receive it when the time is right.
Of course, as you hold this letter in your hands, that
time is now, and as such, this must be because:
I) I am dead, or;
2) I've finally been caught by Evan and the
authorities, and I've recently been enslaved for the
rest of my life as a result of my terrible crimes
against you and your family...
Either way, you'll probably be incredibly relieved that
I am now out of your life forever, which is actually a
heart-breaking thought for me because I truly do love
you with all my heart.
How can I say this, you may ask? Well, it's because
from the moment I first saw you, I fell head over heels
in love with you.
The very sight of your youthful yet masculine muscular
body, your blond hair and handsome face and twinkling
blue eyes nearly drove me insane with desire. The way
you were so kind to everyone, the way you looked at
life, at the world in general, with courage and child-
like eager curiosity that made me crazed with a lust
and love I dared not admit in this strange new modern
world we live in.
If I were to declare openly to anyone how I felt about
you, I would have been enslaved immediately, regardless
of my family's massive wealth and power. And so I
played my part, being the spoilt rich brat who schemed
to bring ruin to you and your family.
Also, I had watched you closely, and I now knew your
secret too. You may deny it to the day you die, but I
know the truth, and like me, I know you can never
reveal yourself to anyone either. Only you know the
truth, but if I have been right, if my intuition has
been correct, then I hope one day you may be able to
forgive me. If not, my time after this life will be
spent in the fiery pits of hell.
So what to do in those early days when I first saw you?
For me I decided the only thing I could do was to
enslave you and make you mine. Then it didn't matter
what society said about us, as they would quite happily
accept the master slave relationship.
But I also saw something in you that went much deeper
than just being different. I could see through your
tough macho rugged exterior and sports jock image and
see the submissive masochist locked deep away within
you.
The very moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew. I can't
explain it, but I saw you for what you really were and
to me that wasn't terrible or ugly. It was beautiful
and pure, and I wanted to be a part of your blossoming,
as you fulfilled your potential.
And so I chose to go down a path that would allow me to
unlock it. A terrible agonising brutal path that would
harden and set my heart to stone even more than it had
been before. All so I could prove I was right all
along, and for you to prove your absolute love,
devotion and loyalty to me.
Believe it or not, but I know now I have achieved the
outcome I originally sought. A month of my closest
friends torturing and raping you, and I know you love
and care for me too. I know now I have released you of
your demons, and that you have allowed me the wonderful
and glorious opportunity of sharing this with you.
Can you imagine how I have felt to be able to love you
in the only way I know how?
As the memory of me dim with the passage of time, I
will not ask you to forgive me for all the terrible
things I've done to your family either. I knew from the
very beginning they would suffer, but I also knew if I
enslaved them and then gave them to my little brother,
Evan would eventually free you all.
Your parents have not been sold to a Bauxite mine, as I
once taunted you, wrote in my journals and told others
so cold-heartedly. They are currently enslaved to an
elderly farming couple up north who are looking after
and caring for them and will sell them back to Evan
when he finally hacks into my computer at home and
discovers all the evidence of my crimes.
I know Evan will do it. He is very intelligent, and you
can believe me when I say I don't take him for granted
at all. It is only a matter of time before my little
brother comes of age and brings me to justice. I don't
even know how I can begin to tell Evan how proud I am
of him.
Yes, in all my writings I sound like a pompous ass, a
cruel inhuman tyrant, and yes, I did it all just so I
could be with you.
My hope is I am actually dead now if you are reading
this. But if I am enslaved and you read this, know that
I really did love you with all my heart in the only way
I knew how.
I'm sorry Brad, so truly sorry for the pain and agony
I've put you through, so as a small recompense to you
and my family, I have decreed my money and entire
inheritance upon my death or enslavement to be given to
you.
I know it can't make up for the evil I have inflicted,
but when Evan frees you, you will be worth over $8.6
billion, and hopefully that will be enough for you and
your family to start all over again.
And what about me, you may ask?
Well I will have just spent a whole lifetime in the
shortest period of time loving the most extraordinary
guy I have ever known.
Always remember that you will be forever my only love
as long as I live, assuming I am not dead already.
All my love!
Noel
___________________________________
As I'd carefully resealed the letter back in its
envelope, I remember the strange feeling that resonated
through my body as I looked down on him.
I already knew what he had written was all true. And
indeed, he had freed that part of me that loved to be
dominated and abused so severely.
I remember how in my own injured state as I tried to
look after him, I then listened to Noel admit in his
fevered stupor how he'd always yearned after me from
the first day he'd seen me at school.
What he'd written in the letter he now freely admitted
to me, that all his bravado to appear the vicious
depraved enslaver of innocent persons had been a mask,
a terrible cruel façade he knew would release the
terrible secret buried deep down within me.
I could have escaped then, used his mobile to ring the
authorities or Evan. But I chose not to. I chose
instead to love him more and further enslave myself to
him. I chose to look after him until he got better.
And he did get better, before we were once more
confronted by the terrible realities of him being shot
twice as he tried to save my life again.
Yes, I knew he cared and loved me in a way no-one could
ever fully understand.
Now he lies on his back in our new luxurious home we
share with Evan, and I knew he was deathly ill. I know
Noel will not survive this one, as the doctors had
already said his body is slowly deteriorating, that his
lungs are too damaged, his kidneys have failed, and his
liver was now not functioning at all.
So all I can do is make what time he has left with me
as enjoyable and memorable as I can, and believe me, I
will do anything to make him happy.
Tears are streaming down my face as I again undress and
slide in next to him. My movements wake him and he
looks up at me with a smile of pure joy.
"Brad, what time is it? Where's Evan?" he asks
contently, curiously, yawning as he stares into my
eyes. Suddenly he is concerned for me as he sees I am
crying.
"What's wrong? Damned my useless body!" he says
angrily, unable to sit up or even move as he tries to
comfort me.
"It's alright Noel! They're tears of joy and I'm just
happy you're here with me." I say, trying to calm him.
Again his eyes soften, and he moans softly as I wrap my
body around his and start licking his smooth hairless
chest and stomach.
"Oh baby, I just wish I could hold you tightly. It
would be so nice to hug you back. Maybe soon when I'm
all better, hey?" he says, a wide smile stretched
across his trusting face.
All I can do is smile lovingly back at him as I squat
over his hips, lower my anus down onto his rigid
manhood and sit down gently so his erect penis slides
up all the way into my bowels as I lean forward and
start kissing him on his lips.
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9. Evan Morgan – A New Beginning
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
***
Noel died on the 16th July, 18 months after we'd
brought him home. He went peacefully, and the doctors
tell us he felt no pain whatsoever.
Brad was inconsolable. He had been there with my
brother as he'd breathed his last breath.
I received the call telling me to come straight home.
With a lump in my throat, my heart breaking and tears
cascading down my face, I literally ran all the way
back to our apartments.
As I entered the bedroom, I watched as Brad wept and
howled, hugging Noel's limp body tightly to his chest.
And when he finally realised I was there, he gently
placed Noel down and rushed over to me, sobbing
uncontrollably as he hugged me close to him. Then he
led me over to where Noel lay.
At first I didn't want to look, but as I wiped the
tears from my eyes, I looked down on his face, and I
was utterly surprised at how at peace Noel looked. He
looked so incredibly young and handsome.
"I got Monet to contact my brothers and parents and
they're on their way. I hope you don't mind, but I got
him to also ring your parents as well. They should be
here any moment" Brad wept. All I could do was hug Brad
back again as tightly as I could, letting him know I
was here for him too, as I knew he was here for me.
But deep down in my heart, I felt as if a huge part of
me had been rent from my soul and cast adrift. I found
myself forlornly looking down at Noel and asking him
over and over again to forgive me.
If only I had tried harder at finding them, just maybe
I could have prevented Noel's eventual death. If I had
been more honourable and made sure he was being cared
for at that federal prison during his trial, maybe he
would still be with us healthy and alive.
I watched as Brad went and sat next to Noel's body, and
I felt the tears pouring down my cheeks once again as
he tenderly gathered Noel up in his arms and held him
against his chest.
It was Monet who took control of the situation as he
always did when things needed to be done. He came up to
me and put his arms around me and walked me out of the
room, whispering to me that we needed to talk now.
"Your parents have arrived. I think you should go out
and greet them while I look after Master Brad and
Master Noel. Then you can take them in to see your
brother." Monet said kindly, moving me towards the
lounge room where my parents waited.
We hugged and wept, and as I watched them both steady
themselves, preparing to go into the bedroom where Noel
was, Monet came out to let me know all was ready.
Finally they went in, wanting to see Noel by
themselves, and as I waited for them, Monet once again
came up to me.
"Master Evan, I am so sorry for your loss. But it is
time for you to consider what you want to do now.
Firstly, before I go on, I need to give this to you.
Master Noel made me keep it, making me promise I was
only to give this to you if anything were ever to
happen to him." Monet said as he handed over a letter
addressed to me.
I looked at it in a daze. With trembling hands I opened
it and read it.
___________________________________
Hi Evan,
If you're reading this, then it means I bit the big
one... And if that's the case, I hope all is still well
with you, and Brad and his family are safe and sound in
your care.
Of course, if Brad is with you now, which should be the
case, please look after and love him as much as you
can. If my guess is right he'll need you more than ever
now, because it means I have failed him and I am no
longer there to look after him.
Evan, I want you to know I love you and I'm so very
proud of you. I've always been very proud of you, even
though I never showed you or told you that before.
One last thing before I sign off. I hope that you can
one day forgive me for what I am about to do. I have
just this moment put into motion something so terrible
that you may never be able to forgive me, but it is
something I need to do. Not just for me, but for Brad
too.
I'm sorry to be so vague about details but it is
important you do understand that I actually do care and
love Brad deeply. All I can say to justify my actions
is if I can have him for just a short period time, then
it will all have been worthwhile.
Take care little bro...
Noel
___________________________________
I read it, reread it, and then looked up at Monet.
"When did he give this to you?" I asked.
"It was well over a year and a half ago Master Evan. A
month before he brought Sean and Justin home as your
new pleasure slaves." Monet said gently.
I was staggered. Suddenly it all made sense. It was
never about the destruction of Brad and his family, or
trying to steal my own family's wealth and fortune. It
had always been about Brad and Noel, and to a lesser
extent, me.
"Didn't you know Master Evan? I'm sorry to say, but it
was quite obvious to the rest of the house slaves what
Master Noel was doing. He truly did love Master Brad in
a way that could only have resulted in Master Brad
being enslaved. That way they could be together." Monet
said softly, his eyes sad as he realised I'd not known.
So now I understood. Noel had manipulated everyone into
thinking he was a cruel sadistic animal, someone who
had schemed and plotted to destroy Brad and his entire
family, all because of a supposed personal high school
feud.
He had let all his straight friends beat and rape Brad,
maintaining his heterosexual status and once he'd
broken Brad, made him love Noel back, then he'd made
sure Brad was then handed over to me. Noel knew I would
look after Brad and I would set him free, but I can see
how my brother hadn't realised how much in love with
Brad he was.
I was amazed at the complexity of it, but I was
overwhelmed by sadness that Noel knew it would
ultimately destroy him when he chose to go down this
route.
But what made me weep with a broken heart was Noel had
been gay all along, and that he'd seen his terrible
actions as being the only way he could be with Brad.
In a sense, I knew this was true as well. Our society
wouldn't have allowed him to openly confess his love
for Brad, and he would have been enslaved straight
away.
The funeral took place a week later. A small affair,
where those close to Noel came and paid their final
respects. August was there and so were Sean and Justin.
My mother and father were there of course, along with
Monet and myself, with Brad giving the eulogy.
A surprise was the number of high school friends who
knew Noel and had played on the high school football
team with him over the years. When they walked passed
the open coffin in the little chapel, they kept their
eyes low as they also passed by Brad.
I could see they were ashamed of what they'd done to
Brad, as well as deeply saddened by Noel's death.
Anyhow, over the next few weeks, Brad and I comforted
each other, trying to come to terms with the loss of
Noel from our lives.
For Brad, it was as if a true soul-mate had passed
away, leaving him bereft of a major part of his life.
For me, it was coming to terms with the fact that I
loved my brother with all my heart and the guilt I felt
for not having loved him more.
As for Brad's brothers and parents, I think they came
to understand there was much more to what had happened
between Brad and Noel, and they quickly learnt to
forgive my brother.
Also, my parents came to terms with the sad reality
that they had just lost their eldest boy, and for many
months, my mother was nearly inconsolable.
But with Noel's passing, life seemed to strangely
readjust itself around us, enabling us all to move
forward. Monet stayed with us and looked after us,
while August moved in permanently with us as well.
Both Sean and Justin decided they too wanted to live
with us and so we all reached a decision we needed to
get a bigger place.
We settled for a massive 4 storey 25 room house that
overlooked the main river that ran through the centre
of Morrisett City.
Now Brad attends college and will graduate with full
honours. I am still studying, along with Sean and
Justin, and we're all enjoying the peace and
tranquility as we spend our time with Brad.
One thing remained to be decided, and that was
something only Brad could do himself.
Down at my parent's estate remained the question of
what to do with the 14 young teenage guys who had
voluntarily signed up for lifetime indentured
servitude. Fourteen young male slaves Brad now owned
and needed to decide what to do with.
He asked me to go with him, and of course I agreed. He
hadn't told me what he was going to do, but it didn't
really matter as I would have supported him regardless.
Of course father and mother were waiting outside for us
when we arrived, and to our surprise, so were every one
of Brad's slaves. Not that you could tell they were
slaves. They all wore nice clothing and stood nervously
around as we stepped out of the family limousine that
had picked us up from the airport.
More to our surprise was how they sheepishly moved
forward to surround Brad, and to my surprise, they each
stepped forward with tears in their eyes, knelt down
before him and asked Brad to forgive them.
Daniel Maddox was the last to come up to Brad, and
falling to his knees, he wept uncontrollably as he
begged for Brad to forgive him.
Brad was the most surprised, but he immediately moved
forward and hugged them each, telling them they were
now all free. With Daniel, he lifted him up and hugged
him for ages and then kissed him on the forehead.
If there were ever a time I felt a deep love for Brad,
it was then. He didn't judge them or hate them, he
didn't choose to do anything other than let them know
he had forgiven them and they could now all go home as
free citizens to live with their families.
When we returned home, Daniel came with us. It wasn't a
decision Brad and I took lightly, but we knew we had
to. Daniel looked and sounded very fragile, and we were
so concerned he would do something to harm himself
because of his intense feelings of guilt that we knew
we needed to keep a close eye on him.
Of course Daniel jumped at the offer, and Brad knew
that given time, Daniel would be okay and would one day
be able to get on with his own life.
It's a funny thing to look back on everything that had
happened and to realise that nothing really was as it
appeared.
Brad recently had a huge portrait of Noel painted, and
he now spends many hours in front of the mantelpiece
where it hangs, quietly contemplating about life and
speaking to Noel's image whenever he feels the need or
gets down in the dumps.
And myself, I now love my older brother
unconditionally, regardless of what he may have done in
the past, and I still to this day hope he has forgiven
me for having turned my back on him in his darkest
hours.
The End
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(If you enjoyed the story, please send your comments
to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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