Chapter 1
An Atypical Winter Day

It was surprisingly warm for a wintery Saturday afternoon, and that's why Devin was shirtless in his bedroom. He had been playing this game with his mates for the last two hours, one of their most recent obsessions. And after months of continuous practice, their team was getting pretty good at it, so they were perfectly capable of chatting while still paying attention to the action on screen. Their discussing subjects were mostly events in their previous week at school and, of course, being healthy straight teenage boys, girls. They were all privately and comfortably sitting in their own bedrooms as this was an online game, so they felt very comfortable in discussing those subjects among themselves.

e4679: Watch out D, they're coming after you!

wafflemaster: Fuck! Can someone back me up here?

K9999: I'm on it. Get behind that fridge!

And Kyle's character threw a grenade towards Devin's potential attackers.

e4679: Anyway D, is there something finally going to happen between you and Tris?

wafflemaster: Between me an Tris? I don't know, do you think she is into me?

funkyb0y: What the fuck bro! I told you that last week, my sister asked me to pass the message don't you remember?

wafflemaster: Oh yeah, you did! I was so fucking tired, almost forgot that bro. Well, she is definitely hot! Can your sister set us up then?

funkyb0y: Sure thing, I'll talk to her! Hey guys, watch out! I think they are coming after E now!

And their conversation continued, soon turning to other subjects. But Devin was definitely with a hard-on now, thinking about Tris. But he had a solution to that, quick, easy and simple, in fact as simple as snapping his fingers!

"Snap!" barely one second after that, if the guys weren't so engaged in their game, they would have been able to hear a soft crawling noise coming from Devin's end. Surprisingly, the creature responsible for those noises had been unnoticed in the room for the whole time! It's true that he had been kneeling on his spot, at the foot of Devin's bed, and he was doing one of his usual jobs for the teen. Earlier that morning Devin went out to play football with his friends as he usually ddid at weekends and, as it had rained the previous day, the field was a bit muddy. So the creature's job was to lick and suck Devin's musky and muddy football shoes and socks clean. With the extensive practice he had had on that, he was able to do it in almost silence, despite having had his arms safely and tightly bound behind his back.

But the creature interrupted his work as soon as he heard the snapping of fingers and immediately crawled below the desk where his brother was playing, and while kneeling in-between those very familiar muscular hairy legs spread open in front of him (so distinct from his own hairless and thinner ones) he used his mouth hole to lower Dev's shorts and started to please the teen's cock and balls to the best of his abilities.

And yeah, you heard it correctly, they were brothers! They were actually twins, identical ones! In fact once they had looked identical but, due to the differences in their lifestyles, not anymore! You could still see the resemblance if staring (very) attentively at their faces if they were side by side, but Devin, was stronger built, broad shouldered and tall, like his closest school mates, mostly from constantly practising sports.

And the other boy was thin (one could almost say emaciated) and shorter, although he did have some muscle definition from his exhaustive daily work routine as well as his almost nil body fat content, as a consequence of his restricted diet. Not to mention the bruises as well as the red, blue, yellow and purple stains all over his pale body, in contrast with Devin's tanned and unscathed skin. Well, Devin was an active boy, so there were some small marks here and there, but nothing compared to his twin.

His name was… actually, he had never received a name! They had always used his 'work attributions' when referring to him and, as you will see, those were many and diverse! Just to give you an idea, he would be called fuckface, cunt, slave, fag, among others, depending mostly on how he was being used. Well, there was a sort of name, a pet name that his twin gave him when they were little kids, maybe four or five years of age. And Devin still used it sometimes, when he felt specially playful and reminiscent. It all started when their father was preparing an afternoon snack for Devin, waffles with strawberries and cream, and the silly kid threw a small bit of his waffles to the floor, on purpose.

"Come here doggy, there is some waffles for you on the floor," said the giggling little kid, while stretching himself from the chair and using one of his feet to crush that bit of food, just for fun. But as the starving little boy desperately crawled towards his brother's feet to eat his treat, their father interrupted him midway.

"Hey Dev, stop playing with your food! This is not for him, and you know that. He already ate this morning, and he will have more food of his own later tonight."

"Okay dad," said the slightly disappointed boy, from being reproached. "You heard dad, waffles, you cannot eat this, go back to your spot!"

Leo, the boys' father, grinned at that, thinking of how perverted it was to be called waffles while never even knowing how they taste in real life. And as waffles crawled back to a place about a metre from one of the feet on the opposite side of the table, his spot, Devin instantly noticed from their father's reaction that he approved of the naming. So, from that point on, Devin would frequently use this pet name when telling waffles to do his bidding.

Surprisingly, what neither of the boy's owners ever knew is that even waffles himself liked the name! Although he had never been allowed to eat waffles, he was sometimes allowed to lick the floors clean, and he had had a little taste of waffles once from this practice. But what really pleased his senses was how good and delicious waffles smelled. Not that his opinion about the name was of any importance at all, but yeah, we can say that this was his name, for the purpose of the story.

Waffles' life hasn't been an easy one, as you might have guessed, but being fourteen is not really easy for anyone. Specially if you have to stay almost constantly fully naked, apart from a cock cage, a collar and a tail butt plug that are worn permanently. And you have to perform an extensive and exhaustive work routine, being severely punished for even the slightest mistake, and sometimes for no apparent reason at all! Oh, and not to mention being constantly hungry and thirsty, as your nutritional intake is very severely restricted.

But he was sort of used to this life, the only one he had ever lived, to be fair. And after so many years of experience, he already knew by heart all of his brother's soft spots. Mind you, he possibly knew that area of the teen's body even better than Devin himself! I mean, have you heard of any other teenage boy that can brag that he had never had to use his own hands to jerk off in his life? This was, of course, thanks to waffles taking care of it for him! Waffles' sucking style would vary, but he always started with a full cock lick, his trademark, gently encasing about a third of the shaft in his mouth while slowly sucking on it for some time. He would then move downwards, to lick, suck and kiss the balls for some time, before going back to the shaft and sucking on it progressively deeper and faster, returning to the balls from time to time to avoid an early cum release. He knew that if his bro came faster than desired, it would be his fault and he would certainly be punished for that. The correct time to receive Dev's protein shake was when Dev decided to give it to him, he had learned after so many bad memories from his previous punishments.

Generally at some point the teen would become impatient and would use waffles' mohawk (apart from his eyebrows and lashes, the only strip of his blond body hair he had been allowed to grow from his very early childhood) to really fuck his throat with his almost 16cm [6¼"] cock. It was not a problem though, as waffles was already used to fully taking their father's 21cm [8¼"] erection, and from both ends! But the apparent lack of response to his less powerful cock had frustrated Devin, so he became increasingly more brutal with waffles.

But as the fag noticed that, he started to fake some grunt noises and contracting his throat to indicate that he was in pain. For some time the grunts had been mostly fake when taking Devin's cock, but recently the teenager had started growing all over, and fast! So, the grunts were once again becoming progressively more real due to Devin's increasing brutality and continuously larger cock size.

By the end Dev would send his sperms in powerful jets down his brother's throat, experiencing a release that waffles had never been allowed so far. His encased cocklet was supposed to be a copy of his brother's, but he had never had the opportunity to get it fully erect since they were ten years of age, when his first cock cage was attached. And now, after the years of using such constricting devices, his encased dick, adorned by his perpetually engorged balls, was shortened and permanently deformed, limited to only 9cm [3½"] in length, which was shorter than Devin's soft dick size! But waffles was happy to receive the teen's cum in his empty belly and as a good sub he would continue to suck the pole until being dismissed.

It was actually a treat for the boy, an afternoon snack, and sometimes, depending on what Devin had eaten, it tasted really good and sweet. Well, at least the bits that he could taste, as his brother frequently came down his throat and directly into his permanently empty stomach, depriving him of most of the taste, but waffles could almost always still lick and suck some remnants while properly cleaning the cock, one of the few little goodies in his miserable existence.

If he was extra lucky, his brother would give him some piss as well, which would be good, as he was really thirsty. The last thing he had drunk on that day was indeed his brother's piss, early in the morning. His working day started at five thirty, and he only stops to please both his father and brother when they wake up at seven and eight in the morning respectively. And at those times in the morning he generally had his first serving of initially their piss and, eventually, their cum.

On that day, their morning piss had been his only fluid up to that moment. He had been working really hard, not to mention the unseasonal warmth that was making him sweat more and become even thirstier than usual for this time of the year! But no luck for poor little waffles. His brother had decided to save his piss for the porcelain toilet later on, not the human one, and silently dismissed the sad puppy back to his shoes and socks while he continued to play with his bros for a little over another hour.

By then waffles' mouth was really dry, but Devin's shoes and socks looked really clean! He would still have to hand-wash the socks, polish and properly clean the shoes to remove some of the remaining smell and a bit of his piss breath from them, but he actually believed he had done a good job on that day! He didn't receive any praise for it though, and after his brother finished the game and briefly looked towards his shoes to certify that they looked clean, he just raised himself up from his chair and walked out of the room.

As soon as Dev left the room, waffles quickly picked up the pair of shoes in his dentures, placed them in the shoe rack and desperately crawled after his brother, as he knew he was required to stay nearby to service him if needed. Devin went and took a piss in the porcelain toilet as I told you already, but he gracefully allowed waffles to suck the remaining droplets from his cock instead of shaking it after he finished. And as Dev flushed the toilet they could both hear the front door being opened, indicating that their father had just arrived home from his workout.

Waffles was in a panic! He was supposed to be waiting for his father on his knees by the front door, to take off his shoes, lick his feet clean and service his cock as soon as he got home, and since he wasn't there he would certainly be punished! It was, in fact, Dev's fault, and being fully aware of that, he would often apologize to his father when things like that happened, and his father would surely forgive his favourite son. Most of the times Devin would release waffles in time to service his father, specially when he had been a good fag for him, like on that day, so he probably just forgot to release him in time! But that didn't mean waffles would manage to avoid punishment. Really, the fact that it wasn't his fault was irrelevant. And if you are thinking that waffles could have left his brother unattended beforehand to try and avoid being punished by his father, he would certainly have been punished even more severely, and by both of them, if he had dared to dessert Dev without permission to go and wait by the door for their father.

He would just have to deal with the consequences of his failures later. For now, he was intently looking at his brother's face with his pleading blue eyes waiting for a sign, any sign, and once his brother slightly nodded his head he crawled and tumbled downstairs really fast to meet their father, but not before issuing a "thank you sir" and gently kissing both of his brother's feet.

Leo was calmly waiting by the door while attentively looking at his watch. Shit! He is counting the time it takes me to come and start to work the boy thought. Once there, waffles immediately kissed both of his father's shoes, used his mouth to remove them as well as the socks while his father removed and discarded his muscle shirt and walked to his armchair. The fag, bound as he was, sort of undulated and crawled alongside his father to continue with the feet worshipping. Soon Dev came down and apologized for delaying the fag, being quickly forgiven by his father.

"Don't mention it son, I know how these things are sometimes, specially for a horny stud like yourself. Any other faults to report while I was away?"

"Not really dad, I think this was his first one of the day," answered a somewhat disappointed Devin. They were talking about waffles as if he wasn't even there, but while attentively listening to their conversation, the fag was really focused on licking and sucking his father's sweaty feet at the same time, trying to avoid extra punishments for lack of enthusiasm.

"Once you finish and after you thank me, you useless fag, I want you to tell me how many seconds did it take for you to finally start doing your job. If you guess correctly, you'll be belted that many times. If you guess lower, you will receive twice the actual number plus the number you chose. And if you guess higher, you will get twice the amount you chose, plus half of the actual number."

He had a hard time trying to understand the rules, and when it was time, he guessed (or hoped for) 20 seconds. Sadly, from his father's calculations a total of 32 seconds had passed, so he would have to be whipped 84 times in total! And to think that he had almost broken his record of days without extra punishments, as this would have been his sixth one in a row, due to his excellent performance on the previous days.

You might think that his meek and compliant behaviour was a desired outcome. In a way you are right, but not completely. Leo and Devin were two sadistic bastards, so punishing waffles without justification was really not a problem at all. But the real deal for the man was to constantly fuck with the kid's mind, at least as hard as he did with his body, making him think that the continuous stream of punishments was uniquely his fault, as a consequence of his bad behaviour. But waffles was becoming too compliant, never giving them strong enough reasons to punish him anymore. This was making Leo increasingly frustrated, and it was naturally leading to stricter rules and harsher punishments, like this one.

So, even though waffles didn't break his record, this would still be a new threshold for the boy. He had hoped for 20 strikes partially based on his previous experiences. The maximum he had had to endure in a row up to that moment were forty seven strikes, about three years before. It was on a week when his performance had been really bad. He had had a fever on Wednesday and fainted while working on his housecleaning tasks, being promptly medicated by his father and he had healed quickly. But this bad health condition was no excuse for such a poor performance, and when the week was over and his evaluation took place, he was punished for his laziness on that day as well as for some of the mistakes he had committed on the following days, while he was recovering and could not be properly punished.

"Fair enough, now lube my cock with your worthless mouth," his father responded giving no reaction to waffles' guess. The kid was left in the dark, he would only get to know how he had done when being flogged later on. Although he was surely anxious, he understood that he had to fully dedicate himself to his newly assigned sucking task for the sake of his own ass! His spit was the only lube he had been allowed to use since he was probably nine years old, but not having had any drinks from very early in the morning, and after having exhaustively sucked and licked his brother's socks and muddy shoes clean, there wasn't much moisture left inside his mouth to pass on to his father's cock.

For that reason, when it was time to impale himself on the shaft, waffles knew it was going to be an extra painful experience. But there wasn't a single thought of hesitation in his mind. He was ordered to impale himself, and even though this was going to be excruciating, it wasn't like he could opt to avoid it!

So, Leo removed the tail plug from waffles' ass, stuffed it in his mouth hole for cleaning and the bound fag had to sit on his father's barely moist spear while facing him. Waffles always hated being fucked, but if he could choose, he would prefer to have his brother fuck him first. In addition to having a smaller cock, the cum would then act as lube for his father's more powerful weapon, but it seems that this was going to be a really bad day for waffles. Not that he had many good days (if any), but this was rapidly going from bad to worse! Despite his pain, he had to continuously force himself down, hard and deep, and particularly on that day, waffles was being more vocal than usual, perhaps due to the fact that the giant cock was basically going in dry? And although his father liked to see his facial contortions of pain, only minimal to no noise was accepted from waffles when servicing him, and to correct this misbehaviour Leo kept slapping the bound fag's face while ordering him to either be quiet or to bounce himself faster and deeper.

By the time Leo came, he was balls deep inside him, and waffles' tears had already helped him to regain some moisture back inside his mouth, specially after his father took out the tail plug in preparation for waffles' next task. And it was with relief, as well as with shaking and tired legs from this exhaustive and painful self-impaling session, that waffles dismounted the cock and, while squeezing his ass shut to avoid losing any of the baby makers deeply implanted in his rectum, he kneeled in front of the object of his tortures to lick it clean from the remaining cum and some of his own blood that was also staining the shaft. While having his cock licked clean by the fag, Leo, perhaps taking pity on the boy (but most probably only wanting to take a leak), forced his shaft deep down the inviting throat to give him his piss. Meanwhile, he asked his other son, Devin, if he wanted to have a go in the fag's ass before it was replugged.

"Sure thing dad! Get over the sofa's arm!" and that's exactly what waffles did, but not before being dismissed by his father after having consumed the contents of the man's bladder and thanking both of his feet, as usual.

He carefully crawled towards the sofa while squeezing his ass shut really tightly, still holding the plug in his mouth as his father had reinserted it after being fully relieved. So Devin gets behind the fag, grabs him by the hips and straightens him up a bit, just so he can easily pierce the whore's ass with his cock. Waffles opens up his clenched cheeks a little bit just to give way, and as expected, his father's ample load, as well as some of his own blood, acts as lube for his brother's rod and, while still in pain, this was much easier to deal with than his father's earlier fuck. It took more time though, as the teen had come in the fag's mouth just a couple of hours before, while still playing with his mates.

Another twenty five minutes of deep fucking and ass spanking for little waffles to endure but, by the end of it, his brother came once more inside him, this time from the other end. He tightened his reddened and sensitive ass cheeks shut, licked his brother's cock clean, thanked and kissed his feet as well, and before being replugged, the tip of his tail butt plug as if thanking it for actively helping him in keeping his potential baby brothers and nephews safely stored inside his bowels. With everything set, waffles briefly knelt there, facing his owners as his father issued the next set of orders.

"Gag your pathetic mouth with my top and crawl to your room."

Waffles immediately crawled towards the front door, used his mouth to pick up the discarded sweaty and smelly piece of clothing from the floor and forced it inside his mouth, that became really full and even protruded a bit from the excess volume. 'His' room wasn't really his. He didn't actually have a dedicated room in the house, and generally slept on the floor, in one of his owners' bedrooms, just so he could service them at night in case of need, or in one of the house's toilets. But one of the spare rooms was set up as a punishment area, and since waffles was the only living thing subjected to being punished there, Leo generally thought of it as his room.

Once the kid crawled away from their presence, Leo instructed his son on the way they would proceed with the fag's punishment, as coaching Devin on how to properly torture his twin brother was an important part of Leo's sick experiment. With everything aligned, they both walked towards their prey. Inside the room, the fag knelt in his designated corner, face to the wall and with his back towards the room's entrance as usual. His constantly full ass was still a painful remembrance of his earlier rapes, and although he was starving, the piss he had received from his father's cock was more than enough to quench his thirst! But he knew that going to the punishment room was never good news for him, and just from the memories of the things he had to endure in this room in the past, he started to shake in anxious and fearsome expectation.

As the duo entered the room, Leo untied the trembling slave's arms for the first time since Devin had tied them when he came back from football. But the relief was short lived, as he soon retied the fag's hands in front of him. To avoid having the gag dislodged during the punishment, Devin taped waffles' mouth shut, before attaching his bound arms to a hook and raising it through a pulley system attached to the ceiling. It was the first time since waking up that he could really stretch his legs, so at least he got some relief before the punishment started. And under Devin's attentive gaze, once the fag's feet left the floor his legs were further stretched and attached to it by rope and Leo started to forcefully spank waffles' body with a belt. Even more pain! But he endured it, still hoping he'd had a bit of luck with his earlier guess. After twenty strikes, Leo stopped, giving waffles false hope that his guess had been correct.

"Son could you please help me with the rest of his punishment? I'm a bit tired today," said Leo after pausing for some minutes, crushing waffles' hopes of finally getting some relief. Leo's unconvincing excuse was indeed revealing of his initial intentions. He just wanted to fuck with the kid's mind a bit more, first by not letting him know how severe the punishment would be, then making him think he had got lucky with his guess, just to crush his hopes soon afterwards. He also got to involve Devin in the punishment, which was a good learning opportunity for the kid. Plus there was the thrill of thrashing the fag while making him think he deserved it all.

"Sure dad", answered Devin, as he picked up another belt and prepared to give the fag, along with their father, the rest of the spanking he had earned. They surely eased up a little bit after those first twenty strikes, otherwise they would risk skinning the little fag alive which, of course, wasn't their intention.

At some point, waffles started to beg for mercy and forgiveness despite his gag, at least up to when he lost the ability to hold any rational thoughts, after which he continued babbling disconnected sounds. Luckily his mouth was plugged, so his masters were not disturbed by such annoying noises. As you might have correctly guessed, such outbursts of despair were not very well accepted from him, and if registered would have naturally resulted in some extra smacks.

But even considering their extra care, waffles passed out twice during his ordeal. Each time they noticed it, they stopped the punishment to wake him up. They were well prepared for situations like these, with some special salts that they could put under waffles' nose to revive the sad little boy, and once he was awakened, they could resume the punishment session.

The final ten lashes were once again given with full force, but by that time the slave was, although awake, barely aware of his surroundings. Luckily a dick plug was part of his chastity device, otherwise he might have pissed himself all over his punishment room floor. It wouldn't be a big problem, as there was a drain located just below waffles' stretched form, but an unauthorized fluids release on his part would surely trigger extra punishments.

He was bleeding all over, but nothing that a pressure water hose and some antiseptic couldn't solve. Well, actually they had decided to scrub waffles' skin with brush and soap before spraying the antiseptic all over his body, just to ensure he would avoid infections. But after that they finally left the kid in peace, completely wet from his cleaning session, still hanging from the ceiling by his stretched bound arms, but now with the tips of his toes touching the floor and in complete darkness so he could at least try to get some rest. And he sort of dozed off from time to time, but it was surely not a restorative sleep.

By the following morning, although exhausted, with cramps from the forced stretching, still in severe pain and now desperate to take a leak and a crap, his starving eyes anxiously followed his brother as he entered the room carrying a bowl with his kibble. He started to salivate profusely around his gag, hoping that they had decided to double the amount allotted to him, as he didn't have the opportunity to enjoy his evening meal the previous day. Devin then placed the bowl on the floor, started to piss all over it and finally walked towards waffles, to help him get ready to start a new working day.

Chapter 2
Reminiscences

Waffles' first recollections were somewhat diffuse. He could trace back some strong feelings such as fear, hunger and pain as well as strong tastes experienced early in his life, for instance some of the times he had had to lick his father's cock and eat his ample load. He had already unknowingly been used to cum tasting, as it was introduced as part of his diet even before his first tangible memories.

His first clear memory of an event was of himself feeling hungry and looking at his brother while the other boy was eating and playing with some toys, when they were probably three to four years of age. Waffles wasn't allowed to play with any of the toys, and was supposed to kneel in a far corner, from where he looked at his brother enviously but attentively, as he was required to crawl over to the better boy if he was summoned to be a plaything. The fearsome and constantly hungry little subject was barely aware of things of course, being this young, but he learnt from experience, and from countless spankings, that he had to obey and serve.

When he was still a little kid, waffles sometimes showed a bit of reticence or even tried to resist some of his orders, specially if it was something he already knew would be painful. But even the smallest signs of rebellion from his side were punished, and afterwards he would still have to do what he had been ordered prior to the punishment. It took him quite some time to learn that it was pointless to resist, but the boy eventually grasped it.

He cried and pleaded a lot though. And this was perfectly fine with Leo, in fact he found the boy's facial contortions, the tears, the shivering and the teeth chattering in fear as well as some grunts, changes in breathing pattern and teeth grinding in pain extremely arousing. It became particularly satisfying to the sadistic man when the boy stopped resisting and just submitted and cried in hopelessness and despair, at the prospect of the spankings he would receive or the painful tasks he would have to perform.

It was just the noise level that bothered Leo a little bit. He kind of accepted it more when waffles was a toddler, but he gradually forced the kid to be mindful of it, and eventually both of his owners would punish him for producing even the lowest sounds while being forced to do whatever pleased their sick cravings.

Although at that very young age you could clearly see that the twins were closely related, some of those differences took time to develop but others were introduced at an early age, like their appearances. Little waffles was always completely naked but for a collar around his neck, sometimes attached to a lead, and a small butt plug. There was also the fact he was bald, apart from the strip of blond hair that he was allowed to keep, in his characteristic mohawk style cut. His brother Devin on the other hand, had a faded haircut with the top displayed in a nice and messy hair style and always wore at least a pair of shorts.

Waffles' diet, from the beginning, had differed completely from Devin's, so he was already a bit skinnier than the well nourished free boy happily playing with his toys. Apart from his father and brother's body liquids and the occasional bowl of water, the little slave received nothing but dry pet food, and only twice a day. His father often mixed up some of the cheaper brands, mostly to try to make it taste really bad, and the boy wasn't permitted access to any other food sources as you might remember from the descriptions of the 'waffles' episode. And he was never given enough to satisfy his hunger so he desperately ate everything that was offered to him, even if it was his horribly tasting pellets.

But still, if you overlooked the obvious differences in hair style and attire, the twins at this age still looked pretty similar to the untrained eye. If you really focused on their faces and bodies you could perhaps mistake waffles for Devin's younger and skinnier brother? There was an easy way of differentiating between them though. It was a mark on waffles' right arm, near his shoulder, that was branded in by his father on the day they first moved to their lake house, a place that waffles has never been allowed to leave ever since.

The continuous degradation of waffles' life conditions was gradual and can be traced back to the tragic events that took place on the day the twins were born. Their mother, Claire, died giving birth to the pair in the same hospital both her, as a nurse, and her husband, a dental surgeon, worked. But the boys were completely fine, and that same night they had left the hospital with their mourning dad.

Leo truly felt the absence of his spouse. He kind of loved her, in his twisted and perverted way, but that wasn't the main reason for his sadness at the loss. In fact, if you were one of the few people that got acquainted with the couple prior to this tragic event, one thing you would surely notice is that their relationship was very peculiar!

They both came from small families whose ties were not that strong. And that was one point they had in common when they started dating in college. But this was perhaps the only similarity in their characters. Leo, an imposing strong and confident boy, always liked a good laugh, and used his strength to bully and often fight weaker wimps at school. He always felt that something was missing in his relationships as he grew up. He knew he enjoyed rough sex, although he had no idea where this particular taste had come from, but it was probably the reason he had never had any long lasting relationship before meeting Claire. What he really liked about the roughness was the sense of accomplishment he felt when he subdued and overpowered his partner, and this was specially hot to him when the partner accepted his dominant behaviour out of fear.

Claire, was a faithful, meek and docile subject, and over time Leo managed to extend his dominance to every single aspect of her life. She hadn't had a very vibrant social life before meeting him, but shortly after they started dating, she completely succumbed to his mental and physical domination. She rarely left her dorm room other than to tend to Leo's sexual needs, clean his apartment or study by herself, in that order of priority. Early in their relation, she was often spanked by him when he thought she had glanced at other guys or talked too much with other girls, so she decided to avoid risking these kind of interactions.

Leo, on the other hand, fucked his way though college. Even after he started dating Claire he continued to party heavily with his bros, not considering his girlfriend, virtually confined in her room and waiting to serve him.

But from all of his unfulfilling and short previous relationships, he knew Claire was a rare find, and once they both graduated he decided that they would move in together and get married, and he even found work for them both in the same hospital. By then she was completely subdued and brainwashed by him. He refrained from leaving any visible signs of physical harm on her to avoid attracting attention from others, but he continued to spank her and control every aspect of her life.

For instance, she wasn't allowed to keep her salary, it went straight into his bank account. He was also the one that chose the few pieces of clothing that she was allowed to possess and always decided which of them she would wear, and she owned nothing else. In addition to work, she was responsible for all of the household tasks, and for that she spent long hours cleaning their house while her husband went out to party and fuck other women. Eventually he settled down a bit, giving more focus to his career, but he still had extra marital relationships whenever he chose although they became of less interest to him.

But with Claire dead, and with little hope of easily finding another woman that could fully take her place, Leo was a bit depressed and saddened. Sex wouldn't be a problem, but to have another lady reach his desired level of subservience he knew would take a lot of effort. And having to start from scratch with two babies to take care of seemed unrealistic and was likely to entail many false starts.

There was a solution though, that started to be machinated in Leo's distorted mind. It would be a long term project, an experiment that he would run on and with his kids, and as the idea started to form he took some time off work to start to work out his plan in great detail.

As he still worked in the hospital where the kids were born, it was easy for him to alter the records to fit his plan. Officially he made it appear that only one of the twins had survived, who he decided to name Devin. He was given a lot of time off from work during those early days to come to terms with his wife's death and to care for his 'son'. Both boys were fully vaccinated at home by their father, accessing all the necessary equipment at work, and initially they were equally well treated, as Leo still hadn't decided who would be Devin and who would be 'the other'. He hoped spending time together with the two boys he would develop a stronger bond with one of them which would help him make his decision, but that didn't happen.

After receiving the insurance money for his wife's death he bought a lake house, in a secluded and distant location near a mid-sized town. He had previously visited the area and knew that it would be an ideal place to put his plans into action. He would still be able to practice his profession but have limited to no contact with people from his past. He would open his own small clinic in a building in the city centre that already held several other dentists' clinics, so that would not draw much attention to himself. And the town wasn't that small, so there would be no expectation on him to be part of a 'community', as is often the case when you move to small locations.

His employers were very sympathetic when he resigned, particularly after he explained that the hospital brought back painful memories of the recent tragedy in his life. Although he had some mates from school living in the city, he didn't have many really close friends, and none among his co-workers. So this chapter of their life was fully finished when he put the boys in the back seat of his car for the long drive towards their new life.

And after fourteen hours driving, when they finally got to the new place, he realized that he still had to decide the boys' fate. Finally he concluded that the choice didn't really matter, as he didn't have a preference between the boys, so he decided to seal their fate by tossing a coin! With his decision made, he felt the need to make a clear distinction between the boys. While thinking on the best approach, his eyes were attracted to one of his car's features, that he had never noticed before. It was a new car, so Leo was a little surprised when he saw that it had a cigarette lighter attachment, but now it turned out to be a useful extra! Leo decided to use it to burn the right arm of the newborn captive, and this would help him in initially differentiating between the twins. The smell of burning flesh, yeah I think this was waffles' first olfactive memory, from the day he was marked for live as a slave!

From that day on, waffles' life had been filled with sadness and pain. There wasn't a single happy recollection in his past, and we can say that unhappiness had been the constant in his life. As you know, pain was introduced very early in his existence, when he received his distinctive marking, and it only got more intense from that point on. Being a toddler, he frequently cried in hunger and pain, but proper spankings didn't start up until the kid was about two years old.

The punishments were mostly for not obeying orders from either his brother or father, for not showing proper respect to their bodies, clothes and even their shoes, or for not achieving perfection while following their orders. It was just some pats on the ass in the beginning, gradually progressing to stronger smacks, the introduction of whips, belts and paddles amongst other torture devices, up until that bloody thrashing that we have discussed already.

As the boys grew up, other marks of waffles' servitude were introduced. To the outside world he didn't even exist, and to maintain that lie he had never been allowed to leave their property, being only allowed to exit the house itself, when he was required to do some work outside.

Devin, on the other hand, was to have as close to a normal life as possible, and this would naturally include interactions with other people. But, you know, little boys like to talk, and Leo was afraid of Devin blabbing their little secret to the outside world. For instance, how would he explain to others if his son tried to make his little school mates drink his piss, as waffles did for him all the time? He once even asked his father if he could try some piss, perhaps still feeling a bit of affinity for his enslaved twin.

"No son, we don't drink pee, its a bad thing to do, and it tastes really bad, worse than onions! But the little shit has to drink it all for us, because he is a very wicked boy," explained his father, while waffles, even more sadly after hearing this explanation, suckled the remaining piss from Devin's dicklet. The kid accepted his father's explanation, but you have to agree that having a little boy mentioning such things in public would probably attract unwanted attention to their household.

To minimize the chances of that happening, Leo decided that the best solution would be to home school Devin for the first years of his education. And since he was already going through the effort of teaching Devin, he graciously decided to include waffles in the home schooling scheme. He thought that having a study 'partner' was a way of keeping Dev motivated and, as expected, it soon turned into another activity that triggered punishments for little waffles.

It went on from when the boys were six up until they were almost 12 years of age and had fully covered the primary education subjects. So, by then, Devin, well educated and fully trained by his father on how important it was to keep their fag's existence a secret from others, could then continue with his education in a traditional school. Sadly this also marked the end of waffles' formal education, but he would surely still continue to learn a lot from performing his increasingly demanding household responsibilities.

Even though the boys received their basic education at the same time and covering mostly the same subjects, there were still some clear differences in their routines. Starting with the fact that Devin sat at the table beside his father when being taught, while a naked waffles kneeled at their feet to fill up his notebook on the floor. To remind the slave of his priorities, they frequently interrupted waffles' focus and ordered him to massage their feet or drink their piss. But, of course, this deviation from his studying routine to do their bidding wouldn't serve as an excuse for poor performance, and waffles was fully aware of that.

To motivate the boys, a system of rewards and punishments was designed as part of their grading. Devin was praised when his brother did his lessons right, for keeping the boy on the right track, and often received treats when his own results were good. On the other hand, waffles was admonished and some times spanked when his brother's results were not that good (for not keeping Devin motivated enough) and more severely punished when his own results were bad.

This way, the slave was never praised for his good work, while Devin was frequently rewarded when either of the brothers had positive results. It served as a great incentive, and generally both boys did well, but sometimes at least one of the boys had low grades. And it was when waffles had good grades and Devin received low marks that this punishment and reward system would show how perverted and twisted it really was.

"No son, you got it wrong, you see? The result here should be five. And there it should be 30. Let's practice it a bit more tomorrow so you can improve, ok? But congratulations on helping your brother Dev! He got it all perfectly right. And as for you, cocksucker, don't you see the effort Dev is making to help you to keep your grades high? Why can't you do the same for him, stupid fag?" said Leo on one of those occasions, while slapping waffles' face to reinforce the message.

There was no way for waffles to assist in Devin's education in reality, he couldn't even see what the kid was writing in his notebook from his kneeling position on the floor. And he certainly wasn't allowed to talk with the boy and cross-check answers, so even though he was being punished for not helping his brother, there was virtually nothing he could have done differently. He could perhaps try and service his brother's feet and dicklet with more enthusiasm? Yeah it would surely help him regain some focus and feel more motivated he thought, so he made sure to try harder on the following days. This system was not really fair, just like most if not all aspects of waffles' life.

On that occasion, with their different scores, Devin felt clearly jealous of waffles for having performed better than himself, and started bickering with his father about this.

"I don't want him as a brother dad, he is a bad boy. Can't the toilet be his brother instead? They both drink our pee, right?"

Leo was caught by surprise with his son's reasoning, but laughed hard at that after a few seconds.

"Yeah, I think you are right son. Let's introduce the fag to his new family member," said the still laughing man while ruffling his son's hair. "You, follow us!" and waffles crawled after his masters towards the toilet.

They still frequently used the porcelain toilet to piss at that point in time, and on that day the smell of piss was particularly strong in their shared toilet, as the little slave hadn't had time to finish his housecleaning tasks yet.

"Lift the cover. Shit, there is some trapped piss in there. Now, why don't you clean your new brother? No, you don't need any rags to do that. Use your mouth and lick the rim clean. Yeah, and when its clean enough you can go to the lower part of the seat, there is a lot of piss in there as well, and we don't want your new brother to be dirty, do we? By the way, this is how you clean the toilets from now on, by using your mouth first to lick them clean and then you can continue to freshen them up with water and soap.

"You know what, son? Even though they are clearly related, I don't think they spend enough time together", said Leo to Devin while disgustingly looking at waffles, still licking the rim of porcelain toilet clean. "So what do you think of making him sleep with his toilet brother from time to time, so they can spend some extra time as a family?"

Feeling revenged, Devin promptly agreed with his father, giggling at the thought of having his faggot brother sleeping on the cold toilet floor. And what had started as a joke, turned out to initiate from then on new practices in the sad puppy's life routines: toilet licking and sleeping.

While the slave got acquainted with his new brother, as their morning school lessons had finished, and since it was a day off for Leo, he had decided a bit of sport and bonding time with Dev was what they needed.

"Hey son, let's go canoeing on the lake, what do you say? And this house better be spotless when we come back if you know what is good for you, little shit."

The man was not really strict on the housecleaning evaluation though, as the boy was only seven at that time. So the threat was not completely truthful, but it still served as a good incentive for the little captive to give his best efforts while working.

Waffles knew that getting distracted was often punished, and even without anyone monitoring, his naiveté and previous conditioning helped in keeping him focused on his tasks. But as he worked, specially when he was cleaning some of the windows, he sometimes dared to have a quick look towards the lake, behind the trees that surrounded the secluded construction that permanently confined his existence, dreaming of one day having a bit of freedom and, who knows, perhaps staying outside, kneeling by the lake as his masters played?

It was just a very brief fantasy, he knew already that the idea of him having leisure time outside was totally unrealistic. And as for trying to join in their fun was a concept so absurd that waffles never even dreamed of it being a possibility. Even living so close to the lake the sad little boy had never had any hope of ever coming near its surface in his life. But he was often able to indirectly 'enjoy' what the water body could offer, by tongue cleaning the mud-caked shoes and dirty feet when the other two returned from their activities. So, in a way, we can say that waffles did also partake in those family bonding experiences!

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You might have noticed from the earlier description of waffles' clothing that a butt plug is mentioned as being part of his attire from very early in his life. In fact, the boy was probably not even one year old when his first butt plug was fitted. A bit early for a butt plug one might say; others amongst you might well be as annoyed by having me repetitively mentioning 'butt plug' all the time, instead of just saying that the boy was wearing a plug. But I feel it's necessary to always stress which of the boy's holes was plugged as his mouth was also frequently sealed, although not as often as his ass.

At this early stage the plugs served several purposes. Starting with the mouth ones, at that age they mainly served as noise cancellation devices, but in the longer run their main function would be helping the kid to develop and improve his sucking technique. They also served as an important aid to enforce waffles in following his very restrictive diet, as it was impossible for him to get anything past his lips with a plug locked in his mouth.

Waffles' first gag was used on the same day he received his distinctive mark, just before he turned nine months old. He immediately started to wail and cry in pain after being burnt, and even before exiting the car Leo took off his t-shirt and used it to gag the little baby. His wails continued all night long on that occasion, but thanks to the gag being kept in place, Leo and Devin did manage to enjoy a pleasant evening and a restorative sleep.

As for the other end, the plugs primary objective was to train that cavity for the fucking that would be introduced later on as part of the kid's obligations. But when waffles was still a toddler it also served to cork his ass and avoid unwanted shit spills, helping in potty training the little fag and greatly improving his cleanliness and overall hygiene. A short side note is that Devin started treating waffles as a his pet at a very young age, with their father's full support and encouragement. So it was only natural that, in order to please Devin, waffles' butt plugs started to be mostly tail ended.

But although there were some positive secondary effects associated with the use of the plugs, the primary objective was related to waffles' sex education. And to fulfil that main objective, if there was ever to be any realistic expectation that the toddler would some day be able to fully accommodate his father's massive cock in either of his orifices, as he grew older the plugs had to be constantly upgraded in both length and girth.

And those phallic objects were so effective in their task that later in his life, waffles didn't even need to have his ass unplugged to be properly fucked, even considering the sizeable plastic cocks that were frequently shoved inside his sore bowels by then. The same was valid for his mouth and throat, although, as you will get to see, there were other contributing factors that helped turn this other end into a more accessible fuck hole.

While one can't say that wearing these plugs ever became a pleasant experience, waffles eventually got used to being constantly filled at both ends as it was so commonly the case. But those upgrades had always been a painful experience for the little kid. The mouth ones, trying to reach deeper into his throat, triggered his gag reflexes for perhaps the first three to four days after being introduced, while the constant strain on his overstretched jaws was specially difficult for the first couple of weeks. The butt plugs were always pushed in without much care, which was particularly painful when they were being upgraded. And as if it wasn't bad enough, things got a bit more complicated when waffles lost his lube privileges at the age of nine, due to a failed escape attempt.

So the plugs were there for one main reason, which was preparation for sex. As far back as waffles could remember he had always been licking cocks, drinking piss and eating cum. So when he was about two years old and his mouth started to better accommodate his father's cock head, he continued sucking and eating his potential baby brothers, only now directly from the source. And with each passing day his father's dick was continuously forced in deeper and deeper.

A new level of pain was introduced when waffles was fucked for the first time, at the age of five. He was still at that 'resisting' stage, so for the first two or three months Leo frequently had not only to tie the kid's hands behind his back, but to keep his mouth plugged while fucking him, to avoid having Leo or Devin disturbed by waffles desperately pleading and sobbing.

It took just under two years after first having the cock introduced into his anus for waffles to be properly impaled by the entirety of his father's ample cock, and all things considered it is fair to say that this introductory stage was sort of gradual. At such young ages though, not even this extra level of care had much effect in easing the pain and discomfort waffles constantly felt. It surely helped to avoid tearing the kid's ass apart, but Leo often managed to extract some blood when fucking the kid's moist cave. The ass crack was constantly red and sore, and if waffles had been allowed to walk, he would surely have limped for a good couple of years after fucking was first introduced in his life.

Waffles never enjoyed being fucked, as you already know. But with time, as he grew up and got older one could expect that he would eventually start to get a little pleasure from being fucked, specially when the cocks massaged his prostate from inside. Sadly, enjoying sex was never part of Leo's expectations for waffles' deprived and depraved life, and to solve this potential issue a small chastity device was introduced to the fag's attire when he was ten years old, well before he became physically capable of extracting some pleasure from being plundered.

At first waffles was not sure of the motivation behind this new contraption, as neither of his owners cared to explain things to him, and he hadn't reach puberty yet. He thought of it as one of the long term punishments he received for that failed escape attempt, but we can say that he wasn't particularly bothered by it. Sure there was a little pain when he woke up or at random times when he got an erection that pressed uncomfortably against the walls of the contraption. He felt a bit confused, as he could not understand yet the reasons behind those random hard-ons, but the pain was mild, nothing like as bad as the other stuff that happened to him. So initially he couldn't fully appreciate the consequences of having his pee-pee permanently caged and inaccessible.

A small problem that led to several punishments was the fact that, living such a torturous life and being so frequently and severely beaten, waffles often pissed himself out of fear or pain. Of course his handlers weren't willing to reduce the amount of suffering waffles was subjected to in order to avoid it from happening, the plan was, in fact, quite the opposite! So for a long time there had been no real hope of improving this situation. Once waffles started to wear his chastity device though, his father thought of an easy fix for the issue, but it wasn't implemented until his cage was first upgraded, about a year after he started wearing it.

The new cage was overall larger, which gave waffles some short-lived relief until his dicklet grew some millimetres and fully claimed the extra space. It was made of steel, contrasting with the previous plastic one, and was prepared for some adornments and decorations. The most useful of these was a urethral sound, that effectively plugged his dick and stopped any potential flow from coming out of him. And after his dickhead was pierced, the added retention introduced by the interaction between the piercing and the cage bars allowed the sound to be locked in place if needed.

This represented a huge improvement for the little boy as, in addition to saving him from receiving extra punishments for any unwanted piss discharge, it would help prevent the pre-cum that soon would start to leak from waffles' useless appendages. But it also served to lower waffles degree of independence even further as he now couldn't even evacuate his bladder, not even unintentionally, without express authorization from his masters.

The twins reached puberty just before they were twelve, the fact being consummated when waffles sucked his brother's first load of semen down into his belly. As the boys were identical twins, it is reasonable to assume that waffles was equally capable of producing cum around that time, although in his case the glorious feeling of cumming was replaced by pain, as his dicklet tried to grow, only to be impeded by his cruel chastity device.

With time, Dev started to tease the little fag by telling him how good it felt to shoot his load, and how slaves should never get to feel that good as they were so wicked. Once while fucking his brother, Devin even took the time to explain how the cum was produced and stored in the balls, and this made waffles understand why his were so big and sensitive, for never being allowed to be drained. Well, to be completely true, his masters often spanked his balls for some of his countless faults, so this also contributed in keeping them engorged and sensitive.

So, their little toy knew (or suspected) that he could produce cum, it sounded only logical considering the ample amount he was offered by his twin. Also, whenever his dick was left unplugged he could feel a continuous stream of pre-cum escaping from it, and he frequently had to stop his tasks to lick it off the floor or any other surface that happened to receive the gooey substance. To be honest though, waffles had never thought about it that much, up until his brother started to mention what he was missing. Such good feelings were simply not a part of his world!

But influenced by his brother's comments, he started to compare the constant pressure in his teenage dick, painfully prevented from growing by its contraption, the perpetual horniness he felt that was never alleviated, and the cum that day after day kept being painfully stored in his permanently engorged balls, with what he was told about the extraordinary feeling of cumming, a pleasure that he provided to others, but was not able to experience himself. It surely helped to increase his sadness, if that was even possible.

As a teenager Devin had a very powerful sex drive, often using waffles to discharge his loads multiple times a day and still being able to save enough for his girlfriends. Being his (once) identical twin, waffles was similarly horny, although with no outlet for his perpetual arousal. On one occasion, the fourteen years old slave found himself so desperate for a release that he started to hump one of the house's toilets with his caged and plugged dick while he was cleaning the room. Unfortunately he was caught in action by his father, that happened to be passing by the area just when the kid's desperation took over his better judgement.

This behaviour clearly deserved punishment, and for several reasons. Firstly, apart from sleeping, waffles was never allotted any leisure time, so resting while he should be working would already be enough reason for a punishment. Secondly he hadn't finished his work when he decided to relax, and once a task has been assigned to him, he could not simply interrupt it in order to appease his selfish craves.

But lets imagine that he hypothetically managed to work quickly, and finished his assigned chores earlier than what was expected. The correct course of action in that case would be to seek out one of his masters, and they would surely find better ways to fill up his vacant time other than allowing him to hump a toilet! He might have thought that he would still be able to finish the tasks in time afterwards? Well its not like Leo was going to ask waffles what were his motivations. The slave could not be trusted to tell the truth, he would just lie while trying to find ways to soften or even avoid his punishments.

It might sound a bit exaggerated or even contradictory, but it was safer to punish him for taking a rest as well as for both relaxing without having finished his work and for failing to report that he was able to work faster. And for that last bit, his workload would have to be obviously increased to fill up this new vacant spot on his agenda.

But that's not all. There was also the fact that he was not allowed to cum, a fact constantly stressed by his brother in their interactions. So trying to achieve an orgasm was in clear violation of a direct order from one of his masters. The little slave have always been punished according to the severity of his faults (at least that is what he was told) and I think we can all agree that, in this case, the infraction was extremely grave.

So when his father caught him, he was so infuriated by the slave's audacity that he immediately started to savagely spank and kick the little creature's body where he was. But after some time he calmed down a bit and regained the focus on his long term goals for the boy, so the torture session was softened and waffles was then instructed on how he should ask for his toilet brother's forgiveness. Waffles' battered and painful carcass didn't stop him from promptly resuming his work once Leo left the room, but it is true that he had some difficulties crawling around the place, specially when he had to turn right, as several of his father's kicks had caught repetitively the same spot just below his ribcage.

Leo naturally informed Devin of the situation. Once waffles saw his brother entering the house he interrupted his work (as he knew he was supposed to do) and, with some difficulties due to his recent spanking, crawled towards his brother to take care of his feet and footwear. The teen could then check the bruises as well as red and even some new purple marks over waffles' body, and he couldn't suppress a grin, but he kept his thoughts to himself for a while. Soon Devin brought the action into his room, and deciding he wanted a fuck, he ordered the slave to get in position, and some minutes into the action he started to make some comments about waffles' most recent misbehaviour.

"So, dad told me how you tried to rape your toilet brother. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how low can you get little shit?" joshed the better twin. Waffles couldn't reply, of course, as the plug that had been sealing his ass had been shifted to his mouth hole when Devin started to fuck him dry. But even if his mouth had been unimpeded, he knew not to speak without being given express permission to do so. Devin was just teasing him, and no input from waffles was required for that.

So, apart from Devin's voice and grunts, only the sound of his thighs viciously thumping waffles' asscheeks could be heard in the room. "You tried to cum didn't you? You're so wicked waffles, I told you already, this is not for you! When will you learn that the only way you can ever get to have some cum of your own is by storing our loads in your body? Anyway, be warned that dad asked me to help disciplining you for what you have done, so you are in for a lot of pain after I finish fucking you, fag." Plop, plop, plop..

Leo had learnt after several intense punishment sessions (including that bloody thrashing that happened just a few months before) that it made no sense to negatively impact waffles' daily work routine by extreme punishments. In fact, over time it could be regarded by the boy as an incentive to commit his crimes, one day of thrashings with some long lasting consequences for his body but equally a lower workload and longer resting periods. To avoid having the slave develop such rebellious thoughts Leo would spread waffles' punishment for this infraction over a longer period of time, two weeks to be more precise.

His whole body was in severe pain for the entirety of his punishment period, particularly his deep red and extremely sensitive ballsack as well as his exhaustively bastinadoed feet. It was fortunate for him that he was not allowed to use those feet very often, as he could only stand up to clean high areas of their house that were inaccessible while he was on his knees. And as intended, the punishment didn't really affect the slave's work, although Leo magnanimously allowed an extra half hour on the last three days, when waffles struggled to finish all his chores in time.

Also of course he had to make amends, as he had been instructed, to his toilet brother, the one he tried to rape on that occasion, which was further complicated by the fact that the poor thing could not react to the advances of the savage slave. This didn't earn him extra spankings, as although waffles was inferior in status to the toilet (as was the case for virtually everything he ever came in contact with), the inanimate object didn't exactly hold a high social status. Basically, for a whole month he had to prostrate himself in front of the toilet prior to starting licking it all over, outside and inside, not only the rim and the seat as it had been his standard practice.

After that traumatic experience the little captive had no hopes of ever being allowed to cum. And he was so convinced of his inferiority that even considering it as a possibility started to feel wrong and almost heretic. But if he could at least stay without his cage for perhaps a couple of hours, he thought, it would probably help ease the constant pain he felt in his encased and compressed dicklet and make his miserable life just slightly better for a bit.

To Be Continued