INDENTURED BY GRANDPA
by Master Redbeard
r/e/d/b/e/a/r/d/e/d/s/f at y-a-h-o-o dot com
This is an erotic man/teen story. If that offends you or if you're breaking some law by reading it, go away now. Also, if you have trouble telling fantasy from reality, please stop reading this, go away and get help.
It is also a gay slaveboy story, set in a society in which cute young men are sold to be pleasure slaves. There is dominance/submission, bondage/discipline, enforced nudity, and boy humiliation.
In Chapter 1 a teen boy is desperate for a place to live and turns to the grandfather he barely knows. He's told he will have to become an indentured servant to live with his grandfather. He doesn't realize Grandpa is a major slave trader in the gay state of Eureka. The old man negotiated certain acommodations when his grandson was a free boy. But now that the boy is stripped, shaved and turned into property, will those agreements hold?
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CHAPTER THREE
The next morning I heard the ringing of an alarm clock. But there was no clock. I was the only one who could hear the ringing. Yesterday Kiki helped set the alarm through my GPS implant. I pressed the spot under my arm where the GPS chip was placed and the ringing stopped. My joints were once again stiff from sleeping on the small divan at the foot of Master's bed.
I pulled up a pair of briefs and slipped quietly down to the kitchen. I followed all the directions to prepare Master's breakfast. I placed the plate and the coffee on a silver tray, put a silver lid over it, and carried it up to the bedchamber. It was 5:45 and time for me to wake up Master. He sat up in bed and I uncovered the silver tray.
He finally broke the silence to look at me and say, "The croissant is burned along the edges." He crunched another bite and continued, "I won't punish you for that today. But if you burn it a second time you will be punished. Understand me, boy?" Then he went into a lecture about breaking in a slaveboy and how a man has to give his new slaveboy time to learn. "But, my partner Bruno doesn't agree with me. He thinks the best way to break in a slaveboy is to be rough and cruel."
I was standing at attention beside the old man's bed. I just nodded and said, "Yes, Master." Then I followed him into the shower. It was the same process as the day before. This time I knew that I was expected to fall to my knees and service his fat uncut cock. He held the back of my head as his penis erupted and shot hot cream down my throat.
Master patted me on the cheek and said, "Good boy." I couldn't explain why praise from him gave me such a warm feeling. It made me want to please him.
There was work for me to do in the morning. Then I ate a slave bar at mid-day. I was told it was nutritious, but it was dense and flavorless. I was only given water to drink. After I ate it was time for three hours of online classes. My classmates were all slaveboys, so I looked at a crowd of a dozen smooth chests. The instructor enjoyed making us display ourselves for him. I suspect he was jerking off below camera range. After the class I was given an hour to do my school assignments. Then I went to the gym for two hours. Once again the weights and the number of repetitions were set just beyond my abilities. I strained and ached, and shivered in a cold shower when I was done.
In the evening I served Master at dinner. Sometimes he ate alone, sometimes Master Bruno joined him, and sometimes there would be other guests. I was expected to stand at attention in just my white briefs and hop into action if anyone called for anything or snapped their fingers. If there were additional guests I was generally pushed under the table to suck their cocks. I had become adept at swallowing even the thickest and longest cocks now.
On the weekends I had no classes, but Master generally had guests around the swimming pool. I would start off wearing my briefs, but always end up with the underpants pulled off me and men grabbing at my body in the crudest way. I say they were crude, but of course a free man cannot be crude or rude to a slaveboy. As I once heard Master Bruno say, "I own a table. That's my property. Nobody can accuse me of being rude to my coffee table. I own a slaveboy. Same thing."
About two weeks after I arrived, I was just finishing up my classes when Master Bruno burst into the room. I stood at attention out of respect for him (as I was taught to do). He turned off the computer and told me, "I have some unfortunate news, slaveboy. Your Master has been taken to the hospital. He is in a coma."
I gasped and stammered, "P-permission to speak, M-master?"
"Go ahead, boy."
"W-will he be OK, sir? I mean... ummmmm... what do I do as a slaveboy when my Master is away like this?"
"The doctor is optimistic about Master Red's prognosis. It may be a temporary thing. But while he is incapacitated, I will take his place at the company and I will take his place as your Master."
I gasped again and just looked at the man with wide eyes. His big hand reached down the back of my briefs and he rubbed my cheeks as he said, "I know you are a slaveboy inquiring about his Master. But I'm not a heartless man. I know you are also a boy asking about his Grandfather. I will take you to visit him when the doctor says it's OK."
"Th-thank you, Master," I whispered with my head bowed.
His fingers dug deep into my ass crack. "At the same time, boy, this will be an opportunity for you to learn how to be a real slaveboy." I felt his middle finger slip into my virgin hole. I tensed my cheeks clamping down on his finger. He called for Kiki and told him, "Prepare the boy for tonight's party." Then he left us.
I was shaken. Alone with Kiki I asked, "Master Red is in a coma and Master Bruno is planning a party tonight."
"It may not be what you consider a party," Kiki said somberly. Then he took me into a shower and shaved my body very carefully. "If they find a hair left on your body, I will be punished severely." Then he set about giving me three enemas, until the water ran clear. But he refused to tell me more about what Master Bruno meant by a party.
When Kiki had cleaned me thoroughly, he brought me a fresh pair of white briefs, along with my high school gym uniform. The green shorts were tight on me, since I'd been wearing them for three years. The yellow T-shirt was also snug, the underarms were already ripped. I was more confused now, but Kiki just pleaded with me, "Be silent, unless you're asked a question. And obey. Please, Buddy, obey Master Bruno and the other men."
I was pushed through a door and on the other side of the door I found I was on a stage that had a punishment rack, a frame, an upholstered armchair and other devices. Master Bruno sat in the very large chair on one side of the stage, dressed in his usual rough work clothes. He grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap so that I sat on his left leg. He turned and grinned to the other men in the room who were watching us as if we were putting on a show.
His hairy arm wrapped around me hard as he pulled me against his large sweaty body and kissed me roughly on the mouth. I didn't know a kiss could be that rough. His tongue was pushing deep into my throat so that I was choking on it. He had one hand up the back of my shirt kneading my flesh. His other hand was down the back of my gym shorts feeling my ass. When he broke the kiss he turned to the crowd and said, "Less than a month ago this was how the straight high school boy looked, dressed for gym class, nervous and shy." Then he chuckled an evil laugh.
He ripped my T-shirt off me and tossed the rags to the crowd. Then he pushed me to my knees and ordered, "Take out my cock, boy. Show me what you've learned about how a boy takes care of a man."
My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned his jeans. He wore no underwear, so I just reached in and pulled out his thick monster. As soon as I took the tip in my lips, Master Bruno pushed down on the back of my head and forced the full length into my throat. Although I was experienced at sucking cock by this point, I gagged because the assault had been so sudden.
"Get it nice and wet, teenage jock boy, heheheh."
Kiki knelt behind me. I felt him pull down the back of my gym shorts and then the back of my briefs. His face was at my ass cheeks, licking and nipping at the flesh. Then he spread my cheeks apart with his hands and shoved his tongue as deep into my virgin asshole as he could. He was grunting and struggling trying to get his tongue even deeper into me.
The crowd was going wild. I heard one man call out, "Would you believe that old fool, Master Red, left this slaveboy with a cherry ass?" that was followed by laughter and another man adding in, "I'd pay a small fortune even to have sloppy seconds on that incredible butt." In a strange way I was flattered.
When Master Bruno replied, "It won't be cherry when I'm through with him." I couldn't help myself, I stopped sucking and looked up at him. It's as though he could read my mind, because he said, "Master Red promised that as long as he was your Master, nobody would force you to take cock up that precious teenage ass of yours. Well, I'm your Master now, pretty boy."
With that Bruno stood and pulled me up on the chair. That was Kiki's cue to disappear into the crowd of men, sucking their cocks and getting fondled. I was facing the back of the chair, my legs were stretched painfully wide, each leg on one of the armrests. In this position, my ass was facing the audience of horny queer men.
Master Bruno took a handful of something gooey and slapped it right over my butthole. Then he put more of the substance on his substantial cock. He grunted into my ear, "Damn, boy, I wanna fuck you dry and raw and really make you hurt. But you are prime property, freshly unwrapped. I don't wanna damage the merchandise."
He may have shown kindness in lubing up my hole and his tool. But he showed no gentleness in the way he slammed the full eight-and-a-half inches all the way deep up into me. I felt as if his cockhead had damaged my internal organs. "Oh fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk yeh!" he screamed into the air. All the men in the audience cheered and applauded. One of the men apparently shot his wad down Kiki's throat as Master Bruno pounded deep into me. I heard that man grunting, and saw from the corner of my eye the way he was holding Kiki's head down into his crotch. Another man instantly grabbed Kiki and started fucking his mouth, using his dick for jackrabbit punches. I heard someone in the crowd shout, "I'm saving my load for that fresh piece of boy meat."
Bruno never missed a beat fucking me hard as he laughed and said, "No sloppy seconds on this cherry butthole, guys. I know I'm gonna wanna go again." He grunted into my ear, "Using my own cum as lube." His hands were gripping me so hard they were digging into my flesh. I thought he was going to rip my nipples off at one point. At the same time I had the strange sensation as if I was being repeatedly punched in my stomach, but from the inside.
Then Bruno called to the crowd, "But his pretty pussy mouth is available to anyone who wants it."
Before he completed that sentence, there was a tall powerfully built bodybuilder in front of me. He was younger than my Master's usual crowd of buddies, and I recognized him as a recently retired football quarterback. He pulled off his shirt; I think that was just to show off his beautifully defined physique. Then he tugged down his jeans and his tool was as hard and impressive as the rest of his body.
The football player shoved the full length of his massive cock all the way down my throat. It wasn't difficult for me. After the pounding I'd gotten from Master Bruno's huge rod, I could take a rough throatfucking.
At that point the pain of Bruno's rough fucking didn't seem so agonizing. In fact, it felt like the inside of my ass was being massaged. I couldn't help myself I started to push my ass back to meet his thrusts. Then when he pulled away, I moved my body down so his cock was almost all the way out of me. That meant he would thrust deeper and harder when he went back in. And it would go even deeper and harder because at that point I was purposely impaling myself on his fat uncut cock.
I heard chuckles from the crowd of men and didn't understand why. Bruno was grinning at the audience and said, "I'm not even fucking this kid anymore. This horny little pussyboy slut is fucking himself on my fat cock." The chuckles turned to raucous laughter. I realized the large hairy man was standing still behind me and my ass was repeatedly swallowing his erection.
The bodybuilder grabbed my ears and held me in place as his cock pulsated and shot cream down my throat. I swallowed every drop. He was barely finished when a very fat elderly black man took his place. The man unzipped his grey trousers and pulled out a long thick penis. He slapped it back and forth on my face, and grunted, "Beg for it, boy. I wanna hear a straight white teen boy begging for my big black cock."
I never missed a beat, fucking myself on Bruno's massive cock, even as I begged for the black man's penis, crying out, "Feed me your big black dick, sir. I'm hungry. This boy needs your black meat to fuck my face, sir." There was another roar of laughter in the room. The black man slid his long dick all the way down my throat.
The men were all talking loudly and I heard their conversations. "No way this is a straight boy!" "He's a natural cumdump!" "Red's grandson is sure gonna liven up our parties."
None of it mattered to me. I was caught up in ecstasy. As Bruno shoved even harder into my body, my cock spontaneously erupted and started shooting cream that landed all over my chest. I howled which set off the black man who shot his load down my throat. When the black man pulled out, Bruno was still recuperating and trying to get his breath back. He was still deep inside me.
Even though I had just cum, I started to rock my butt back and forth, trying to fuck myself again on Bruno's fat meat. This time there was no laughter from the crowd. There was a group, "Awwwwwww" as if everyone was looking at an adorable puppy.
Bruno kept his cock inside me, but somehow managed to turn my body around so that we were now face to face. I was sitting back deep in the chair, my ass was upturned. The smooth backs of my thighs were being imprinted by Bruno's thick thatch of chest hairs. His hairy ass was putting on a show for the assembled crowd. He kissed me on the mouth and wrestled his tongue with mine, as he once again began to fuck my ass. I could feel and even hear his first load of cum sloshing around inside me.
When he completed his kiss i started to lick his chest, even though it meant I had hairs on my tongue. I licked and then nipped at his nipple. But he grunted in my ear, "You can bite me there, boy. Your Daddy is tough. Daddy can take it." I bit down as hard as I could, really thinking I could detach his nipple from his body. He just grunted in pleasure.
Then I moved my tongue to his neck, licking the salty sweat from his flesh. Without thinking, I found myself saying, "Oh, Daddy, give me your big Daddy cock, sir. This boy needs his Daddy." I had forgotten about the admonition that slaveboys don't speak without permission.
Bruno's shout felt like it would bust my eardrums. I felt his cock pulsating into me once again. Even though he had shot one load up my ass already, he had another big load to give me. I felt it overflowing out of my hole. Bruno slowly eased himself out and off of me. I found myself clenching my cheeks together, as if trying to hold onto his cock.
Nobody laughed at that point. All the other men stood silently looking at us as if in awe. Then one of them started clapping and all the others applauded the show we had just put on. Suddenly I felt self-conscious and buried my face in Master Bruno's neck once more. He was stroking my hair and planting tender kisses on my face.
"How's my boy doing?" he asked in his deep baritone voice, but this time with a touch of tenderness.
"M-master B-bruno...?" I couldn't finish.
He shook his head, looking directly into my face and said, "You know what to call me."
I was hit with an odd flash of embarrassment and could feel my body going warm. "D-d-daddy?"
He lifted me in his strong arms and carried me out the back stage door. He turned to the other men and said, "I need to put my boy to bed. You fellas all understand." Then he took me upstairs to one of Grandpa's guest rooms and put me into the big bed. He climbed in behind me and put his arms around me. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he breathed into my neck. He grunted into my ear, "Sweet dreams, precious boy."
No alarm woke me in the morning. Kiki was at the bedside holding a slavejock. I was shocked that Master Bruno was no longer in the bed with me. I pulled up the slavejock and said, "But I wasn't supposed to wear..."
Before I could finish, Kiki said, "That was when Master Red was your Master."
Kiki led me down unfamiliar halls. I was now in the main hallway of the upstairs, and not in the back servants' hallway. Kiki opened a door and pushed me in. I saw Master Red lying under the blankets of his bed. He smiled up at me and raised his arms.
Impulsively, I ran to the bed and fell into the old man's arms. I started kissing his face and kissing his lips. I didn't even stop to think that I was initiating these kisses. I paused to look at him and said, "Master, you're better now?"
He smiled broadly and said, "Those doctors usually don't know what they're talking about."
I grinned back and started licking down his neck to his hairy chest. I licked under the old man's arms and then down his belly. I pushed the blanket down and reached under it to feel his thick erection. I just slid down and took his cock in my mouth. I was sucking up and down on the thick uncut meat as if I was starving. Master put his hands on my head, but not in a forceful way. He was brushing my hair tenderly.
Then I pulled up off his cock and looked at it for a long minute. I lifted myself up and straddled the big body. I held his cock so I could position it right at my opening. I supposed my ass was still lubed from the two loads I took the previous night. It was easy to work my way down. My smooth butt came to rest on the old man's big hairy balls. I started to ride his cock up and down, moaning with pleasure. He lifted his butt just a little to thrust into me. But I was doing all the work.
There was a peaceful look on his face as he said, "You need cock up your ass, pretty boy?"
Without thinking I said, "I need your cock, Master."
Even as I was riding his cock, he pulled my face down to his face and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then he whispered, "Call me Grandpa."
"Oh, God yes, Grandpa," I yelled as i bounced faster up and down on his meat. Grandpa reached for my hips and pulled me down as deep as I could go on his cock. I felt the thick uncut hunk of meat pulsating deep inside me. It's like the shooting spunk ignited my own cock and my erection was bouncing and shooting cream without even being touched.
I fell into my naked Grandpa's arms. He held me tight and was planting kisses on my face, on my neck, on my shoulders and chest. Then he got out of bed and said, "Dress your Master, slaveboy."
I was shocked by the abrupt change but I got up, got his clothes ready and dressed him. Once we were out of the bed, I didn't dare call him Grandpa. It's like the tenderness we had shared was now gone. Once I laced his shoes he ignored me. He spoke a few words to Kiki, and the dark-skinned slaveboy looked ashen.
"What? What is it?" I asked.
"I am to prepare you and cage you to go to the magistrate."
"Wh-what does that mean?"
"Slaveboys are sent to the magistrate for a variety of reasons. If Master wants to take the slaveboy's balls, he needs magistrate approval. If a Master wants to ship the slaveboy off to a foreign country, he needs the magistrate to sign off on that. If a Master wants his slaveboy whipped in the public square..."
"Wait! No, I didn't do anything to make him want to..."
"Foolish boy! A Master doesn't need a reason. And the magistrate never rejects a Master's request in any of those matters."
"B-but, foreign country? I'm only a five year indenture. And why would he ship me to a foreign country?"
"Certain boy brothels would pay a lot for a clean-cut American teenager. I've heard of wholesome white boys like you being sold to brothels in Roumania, in Brazil, in Thailand. But of course the highest prices for a boy like you would be from the brothels in Africa."
It seemed most perverse. I had actually started enjoying the sex with men. Was that what I had done wrong? Would I lose my balls because I had shot my load while getting fucked? Had I become so good at taking cock that I'd end up chained to a bed in a Nairobi brothel servicing any huge black men lined up at my door?
Kiki cleaned out my ass. He said we didn't want cum dripping down my legs when I stood in front of the magistrate. I felt sick to my stomach as I was doubled up inside a small cage. Then the cage was brought downstairs and placed in the back of Master Red's vehicle. I was in the cramped cage a long time in the cold cells that were underneath the courthouse.
Then I was finally carried up the crude brick steps to the mahogany-lined chambers. I was released from the cage and ordered to stand at slave display position facing the magistrate. There were people gathered in the room. I noticed that there were men from the previous night's party sitting in the first row.
The judge looked over papers with a sour expression. "You agreed not to fuck the slaveboy?" his voice went up in exasperation.
"Your honor," my Grandfather replied. "I agreed that while I was his Master he would not be forced to take a penis up his rear."
"But then you pretended to have a stroke so your partner could take over as the slaveboy's Master?" The magistrate was shaking his head and it looked like he was going to blow his top.
"Your honor, I am a man of my word so I knew I couldn't break my oath AS LONG AS I WAS THIS BOY'S MASTER. I was relaxing in bed the whole time and watching on closed circuit camera. The boy was under the control of Master Bruno, who was more comfortable being rough and demanding."
The magistrate turned his attention to the men in the first row and commanded them to rise. "All of you have read the affidavit and you have signed off as to the veracity?" They all nodded, gave their names, and affirmed that they had signed the document.
Then an image appeared on a screen beside the judge. It was my Grandfather in his bed as I came into his room. I flushed seeing myself in just a slavejock landing on top of the old man and kissing him, then licking down his body and taking his cock eagerly down my throat. The magistrate had a smile on his face as he watched me sit on the old man's cock and fuck myself. I felt myself shiversing with humiliation. I'd been embarrassed a lot since becoming a slaveboy, but now everyone in this courtroom could see that I had a hungry ass.
The magistrate seemed much calmer now as he turned to my Grandfather and said, "The boy shot his sperm without even touching his cock?"
Grandfather said I had. Then Master Bruno added, "If it please your honor, the boy also had a hands-free cum when he rode my cock the night before."
The magistrate banged his gavel and looked at me as he said, "Slaveboy Buddy you are restored to your free boy status. From this moment forward, you are a citizen of the gay state of Eureka. Now someone put some clothes on him. It is obscene for a free boy to display himself like this in public. Even one as pretty as he is."
Bruno produced my old clothes. They hadn't all been discarded after all. I pushed down the slavejock, then pulled up a pair of my white briefs, and then stepped into my jeans. My T-shirt was tight on me because of the workouts I'd been doing every day.
The judge continued, "Since the boy is so young, he will need an older man to supervise him until the age of 21."
I looked to my Grandfather, but Bruno put his powerful arm over my shoulder and said, "I will be his man."
Grandpa was smiling at the two of us. I looked up into Bruno's face and saw a loving expression. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips in a loving way. Then he whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, pussyboy. Daddy will still fuck your ass rough and hard." I felt my cock leaking in my underwear.
"Yes, Master."
"Daddy!"
"Yes, Daddy."
Bruno wasn't really my father, but he became my Daddy. It turned out Grandpa had adopted Bruno, so the three of us really were like a family.
The magistrate had determined that I was gay. So I lived my life as a free citizen of Eureka. But when Daddy Bruno and I got home, I would often strip and act like his slaveboy. He would sometimes tie me up for fucking. Although he knew I loved taking cock, he enjoyed the fantasy of forcing a straight boy. So I would play the role of a straight boy, fully dressed in free boy clothes. He ruined a lot of my clothes, cutting them or ripping them off me. Soon enough he was able to force his cock into my hole dry and rough. And I learned to love it.
Daddy decided I should continue with my online classes, and that I would double down on my gym workouts. Any grade I received below an A would lead to a bare-butt paddling.
I learned to socialize with those friends of Grandpa and Daddy who had enjoyed my body as a slaveboy. When we were at parties, it was up to Daddy to decide if any of them could have sex with me.
A year later, as I continued classes toward my high school diploma, I started working at Eureka Slave Processing. Although I was a total bottom boy at home, I took on responsibility and authority at work. I learned to dominate slaveboys and even helped break them in -- but not with the force or ferocity that Daddy would show.
Grandpa soon got a new bedboy, an adorable redhead from the Midwest. It turned out the boy's father had used the youth to guarantee his bank loan. A drought meant the man could not repay his loan, so the boy was sold to Eureka. It was erotic watching this truly straight all-American jock learning to take cock.
When Kiki came to the end of his five-year indenture, Grandpa gave him a full-ride scholarship to the college of his choice. Over the years he would send us messages. He received a degree in engineering, married a lovely girl, and fathered two sons.
As I write this, years have passed and I'm about to turn 30. I'm a lot bulkier and stronger. My voice is deeper and I have become much more of a boss at work. I still live with Daddy, and everyone in Eureka knows us as a couple. I see the way other bottom boys look at me, jealous that I have such a manly man. But Daddy assures me there are many top men in Eureka jealous that he has such an adorable boy.
My mother was released from prison. At that time I was able to send enough money for her to get an apartment in a new city and start a new productive life. The first time I brought her to Eureka for a visit, she revealed to me that she knew about Grandpa living in the gay nation state and she knew about his successful work in the slave industry. But she said she had already figured out I was gay, and knew this would be best for me. She turned out to be right.
Grandpa has gone into semi-retirement. He no longer deals with the day-to-day problems of the business. Daddy and I are now co-owners of Eureka Slave Processing. At staff meetings or board meetings I am never submissive to Daddy. I stand up for my own opinions, and I know I'm respected.
We will often select a fresh slaveboy to bring home as our bedboy. The newest one is called Wes, he has honey blond hair and a slim firm torso. It turned out Wes's mother remarried, had a new baby, and his stepfather decided the family would be better off with the money from selling the blond into slavery.
I took Wes's cherry, and Daddy took sloppy seconds. I'm always worried that Daddy's cock and his fucking style are too much for a slim cherry ass.
I have a full and contented life. I hope that every bottom boy could be as lucky as I am, with a big powerful Daddy and a loving Grandpa, and a productive life contributing to the greater good of boy slavery.
THE END
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