INDENTURED STEPSON By Master Redbeard r=e=d=b=e=a=r=d=e=d=s=fat y=a=h=o=o=dot com

This is gay slave fiction set in a society where it's legal to enslave young men for sexual purposes. If you're underage to read such a story, go away. If you live in a jurisdiction where you cannot legally read such a story, go away and try to move to another jurisdiction. If sex between males or anything else in this story offends you, what are you doing on this website to begin with? And if you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality, go away now and get some help.

THE STORY: Lucas graduated from high school and came home to find his mother was sent to rehab and his stepfather and two stepbrothers have enslaved him. (Cinderella as gay slave fiction!) After enduring sex and humiliation from his stepfamily and others, Slave Luke will serve as slaveboy to his younger stepbrother (the same school from which Lucas just graduated) where he will suffer further degradation.

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CHAPTER 3: LUKE GOES BACK TO SCHOOL

I graduated from Academy of St. Sebastian as Lucas DeWinter, with highest honors and the award for Athlete of the Year. I was well-liked by the faculty and admired by classmates. I knew the grounds well, having lived there for four years. But now just a few months later I returned as Slaveboy Luke, wearing only a slavejock and packed in a cage along with Cameron's other luggage.

When my cage was hoisted off the truck and dragged indoors, it was hard to get an orientation of where I was. But when the cage was opened, I eased myself out and found I was in a room in Guilded Hall, the most expensive and exclusive of all the housing on campus. Even I hadn't lived in this lavish building.

Cameron ordered me to unpack his things as he lounged on his bed, waiting for his roommate. He left the door of the room open so anyone passing in the hallway could look in and see the naked slave hurrying around, putting away shirts, pants, underwear and socks. One boy came in to introduce himself and compliment Cam on his slaveboy's "beautiful butt" (his words). I heard a gasp as I turned around and the visitor in the room said, "Hot damn, is that Lucas? That boy was the star athlete of the school last year."

Cam sighed and casually said, "His slave name is Luke."

Of course I couldn't respond. I just kept my head down and put away my stepbrother's extensive wardrobe. I heard Cam recounting the whole story about how I was his new stepbrother and his father had to indenture me (though reasons why he "had to" eluded me). Cam liked to repeat that story, as if he had done something to be proud of.

"Can I feel his ass?" the visitor asked breathlessly.

I had to stop what I was doing to take slave display position and let this younger teen fondle and then smack my exposed butt cheeks. As that was going on, Cameron's roommate arrived and gave a loud greeting. "I was away all summer, but my brother told me all about this. I had to see it for myself."

When I looked up I saw that Cam's roommate was Ian, the younger brother of my best school buddy, Carl. Like any big brother and his friend, Carl and I had tormented Ian over the years. Now Ian seemed thrilled at his chance for revenge, and was especially interested in the opportunity to spank my exposed butt. I had to lay across his lap with my ass up in the air and thank the younger boy for each smack across my bottom. By the time his hand was raw, his dick was leaking in his pants. He whipped it out and shoved it into my mouth. I didn't even have to suck on it that first time, since the teenage boy immediately started shooting his load of cream down my throat.

Naturally enough, Ian and all the other boys in the dorm wanted to be friends with my obnoxious little stepbrother. Cameron was so popular because he would only let his so-called "friends" play with his slaveboy. I couldn't keep track of the number of blow jobs I gave each week. Some of them were fast, especially for younger boys who would just stick their dicks in and shoot. But some boys wanted to lean back and get their dicks serviced long and slow. Peyton, the boy who'd been my rival at school, liked to lie back nude on Cameron's bed and use my mouth for an hour at a time.

It was obvious to me that my stepbrother Cameron was gay. He always told boys that he had to check on how his slaveboy was performing, and to make sure his father's big financial investment wasn't being compromised in any way. That was the excuse Cam used for why he had to stay and watch whenever I serviced other boys, and somehow he always got them to strip bare naked. All the senior jocks found their way to my stepbrother's room, and all of them dutifully stripped down so they could fuck my face. Didn't those macho boys care that my twerpy queer stepbrother was jerking off and looking at them?

Peyton was the first of the St. Sebastian boys permitted to use my ass. He didn't mind Cam watching. In fact, he liked doing it where other boys could watch. Cameron once delivered me to the boys' locker room, where Peyton tugged down my slavejock, bent me over a bench, and rammed his long stiff cock into me with one thrust. He fucked me a long time, dripping sweat on my back, as the other boys lined up to use my mouth. Of course, Cam stayed watching and jerking off throughout.

Cam also let his roommate Ian fuck my ass, though the younger boy was clumsy and always shot off very fast once he was inside me. Ian's brother, Carl, who used to be my closest friend at school, came up to visit his kid brother often. (I hadn't remembered the two brothers being so close). I think he really came up just to use my ass. Sometimes he would be nasty to me, sometimes he would be tender. But he never acknowledged that we had once been buddies.

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Then there was the time Cameron was going on a field trip and asked Coach Taylor if he could leave me in the gym while he was gone for the day. On his way out the door, my younger stepbrother told the school's athletic director, "Please use the slaveboy in any way you'd like, Coach. Treat him like he's your own. Only don't leave any marks, please."

The Coach circled me and looked me over in the oddest way. Then he put an arm around my shoulder and led me through the empty locker room to his mezzanine-level office. I had been up in his office before, but had never faced this direction, looking down with a clear view across the whole locker room.

He ordered me to take down my slavejock, saying, "You don't belong in that." Then he handed me one of the school jockstraps. It was well-worn and stained, but was tight on me, barely containing my thick dick. Then he handed me a baseball uniform. I looked at the number and realized this had been my uniform the previous year. I dressed eagerly, catching site of myself in a mirror and admiring the way I looked like the free boy I once was.

But then the Coach pressed his body into my back. He was a big, powerful man, with broad shoulders and an impressive chest. I felt the strength of his body press into my smaller form, then I felt his hard-on grinding against my ass. He reached one hand up under the front of my baseball shirt and pinched my nipples. His tongue was licking at my neck, and he chuckled softly, "If I had done this just a few months ago, I'd not only lose my job I'd be enslaved for molesting a free boy. But you're a slaveboy now, Luke. You sure as hell look just like that free boy Lucas who used to hang out here, heheh."

With that he pushed me forward over the counter that faced the large window. I was looking down on the locker room below just as the bell rang and a gym class let out. the boys were pulling off their gym clothes as they ran in, but I didn't recognize any. I quickly figured out these were new students who had just started at St. Sebastian. Some of them were relaxed about stripping naked and heading for the showers. But many of them were shy, covering themselves with towels before they pushed down their underpants.

Coach pulled down just the back of my baseball uniform pants. Since I was only wearing a jockstrap under the uniform, my butt was fully exposed. I felt his greased-up finger plunge into me quick and hard. I gasped. Then he pulled out his finger and pressed his thick cock head against my hole. Gripping my hips firmly, he slammed his cock all the way into my ass in one smooth move.

He was ramming my bottom like a cowboy rides a bronco. Each time he shoved forward, I felt like my insides were being punched. I was fully dressed, except the back of the baseball pants were tugged down just below my buttcheeks. Coach was feeling me up through the sports uniform, and keeping up a running dialogue about the boys below. "Look at the ass on that little blond over there." (I had no idea which blond boy he was referring to.) "Look how round and smooth that butt is. I wonder if he's going to be bent over this counter in a couple years, taking my fat cock up that sweet, tight ass."

I couldn't help but wonder if Coach had thought those same pervy thoughts about me when I had been a freshman, undressing in that same locker room. I realized my face was on the counter, almost pressed against the window. There were layers of stains on the counter, some of them old and some of them fresh. It was easy to figure out that these were cum stains left by the coach. I looked down and saw that the coach had a direct view to my former locker. I saw a dark-haired boy bend over as he pulled down his briefs, displaying his bare butt. I knew I had done the same in that exact spot. I wondered which of these cum stains happened as the coach was watching me bend over and imagining what it would be like to be inside my ass.

The boys below us were cleaned, dressed and gone, and Coach was still fucking me in the bottom. Even though he was feeling me up through these clothes, his hands were groping and jabbing into my flesh. He was still fucking me when a new group of boys came into the locker room and started undressing to change into their gym clothes. I recognized most of these boys. This was a junior class, the boys taller, more filled out, fewer of them shy about stripping down. I recognized some boys I had mentored when they were freshmen.

As my mind was wandering, Coach grunted deep and slammed in harder than ever. I felt his cock pulsating in my guts, filling me up with cream.

Of course Coach couldn't hand me over to the students for them to have sex with me. Although everyone knew that boys at the school stuck their dicks into the many slaveboys on campus, it was officially against school rules. And besides, I had been loaned to the Coach so he couldn't take the risk of me getting marked up.

But at the end of the next class period, Coach stripped me to a jockstrap and sent me down to the locker room to hand out towels as boys exited the showers. The school rule was that boys had to strip totally bare, then lock up all their clothes in their lockers, and then walk naked to the showers. Boys were only given towels to cover themselves after they finished showering. I remember how daunting this seemed when I was a freshman -- that period of time when I couldn't hide a boner. I know that many times I had boned up just because I was nervous just knowing I was exposed.

Of course, the Coach was the one who made that rule about nudity in the locker room. Now I looked up toward the Coach's mezzanine office. I knew he was jacking off and watching the whole scene, all the naked boys surrounding me, groping me, fondling me, humiliating me. One boy reached into my worn jockstrap and grabbed my balls with one hand and my dick with his other and just tugged so hard I had to bend over. The boys behind him laughed. Then it became a challenge for boys to try to humiliate me and make me react.

This was the last period of the day, so the boys were in no hurry. I saw a blond boy I remembered from a few years earlier. When he had been a freshman, bigger boys picked on him. I stood up for him and promised to protect him if anybody ever teased him again. Nothing ever came of it. As far as I knew he got along fine from that point forward.

When he stood in front of me and I handed him a towel, he grinned at me with a look of recognition. Nobody was going to pick on this boy now. He had grown at least 6 inches taller, and had a broad chest that showed results of working out and hard sports. He grinned at me and snapped, "Turn around, slaveboy, and grab your ankles."

Of course I had to do what he said. He pushed an index finger into my mouth. I knew what was coming. His finger then went into my butthole. I had expected he would work his way into my hole, but he just rammed the full length of his finger into me. I cried out, then caught my breath. His naked buddy behind him in line slapped his back and said, "Good going, dude."

The blond responded, "When this hunk of slaveflesh comes on the market, my dad promised me enough money to buy him. I don't care if he's not cherry. I'll use this slaveboy's hole round the clock." Then he moved on and made way for the next naked boy in line to humiliate me.

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Soon after that there was an evening when Cameron dressed me in my free boy boxer shorts and dropped me off at the headmaster's house. I didn't know what the arrangement was, but the older man told my young stepbrother to pick me up the following morning after breakfast. I stood at slave display position as the man felt me up and admired my exposed body. He reached down into the back of my boxers and moaned as he squeezed my hairless cheeks.

There were many rumors about the headmaster. Most of the boys believed he was a homo and that he perved on the boys at the school. There were wild stories about things he had supposedly done to young students in the past. But they all sounded pretty outlandish. Any one of them could have gotten him fired and sent to prison. But now he had me stripped to a pair of boxer shorts and I was a slaveboy, so he had the right to use me however he liked.

He was a very large man, well over 6 feet tall and rotund, actually round in the middle. He wore a brocade smoking jacket that exposed the thick thatch of black hair on his chest. His hands were instantly all over me as soon as Cameron left. And he was kissing my face, but using so much tongue it was like he was slobbering on me. He grunted, "I've always liked you so well, Luke. One of the cutest boys we've had at St. Sebastian. And the way your narrow hips and round cheeks moved in those school trousers..." He gripped at my butt through the fabric of my boxers. "And now I get to feel them up through your free boy underpants, Luke."

His idea of a hot time started with a long moist make-out session. His kisses were sloppy and open-mouthed. My face was wet from his slobber. His hands were all over me. He didn't try to remove my boxers, but he kept reaching inside them to fondle my dick, rub my balls, squeeze and massage my butt, and finger my crack. At least he wasn't brutal, he didn't need to smack me around to get his pleasure.

Suddenly he had me do chores for him: fetch his pipe, get the matches, bring the brandy. He just sat and smiled and fiddled with his cock through the smoking jacket. "I like seeing you walk around in your own boxer shorts, Luke. Sometimes when I was called into the dorms later in the evening, I would see you boys hanging out and walking around in just underpants. I remember how cute you looked in your little tighty whities when you first got here, Luke. But then in the upper grades, most of you boys switch to boxers. Oh well, the beautiful curve of your ass always looked enticing, even in boxers, Lukie." The man was showing signs of heavy drinking.

He pushed me to my knees and pushed my face into the crotch of his black satin pants. They were pulled down far enough so the man's thick fireplug cock and his heavy balls were sticking out. His junk was displayed in a thatched nest of dark hairs. Even with all my cocksucking experience, I wasn't used to one as thick as this. My jaws ached as I sucked up and down. His hand rested gently on my head.

The headmaster let out a contented sigh and said, "I suppose you heard all the rumors about nasty things I've done to boys in the school?" I paused in sucking and he lifted my head to face him. "You're a slaveboy. You have to tell me the truth."

I mumbled, "yes, sir. I'm sorry sir. I didn't repeat any of them, sir."

He chuckled and asked me to recite one for him. I flushed and said, "Well some guys were saying that... well, that you used to have a freshmen, sir... I mean, there was a freshmen boy who was on scholarship. But that part of his scholarship was..." I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, sir. A slaveboy shouldn't talk this way about a free man."

For the first time he sounded cross with me as he said, "I order you to tell the truth."

My hand was lightly stroking his thick erection, sliding easily because I had left so much saliva on the foreskin. "Well, sir, the boys said that for the scholarship that freshmen boy had to go to your house for an hour once a week. Some guys claimed they knew that you did certain... ummmm, sex things to that boy."

He chuckled softly to himself. Then said, "Tell me another one."

I'd heard so many, I tried to sort through them. "Well, the one that says there was a senior boy caught cheating. That he'd been accepted to a military academy, which was always his dream. But if you reported that he cheated, that would break the school's honor code and he couldn't attend. He was willing to do anything if you'd keep the secret...."

I suppose I paused too long, because the headmaster said, "This sounds like a doozy. I wanna hear what I supposedly did to that senior."

I gulped. "Well, the story goes that you took him away someplace for a weekend, and that you treated him like he was a total naked slaveboy, sir." The man's fat cock was dripping now. "I heard another version that says you brought this free boy to a party with another ten... um, ten men... and they all had sex with him. And then that he went on to the military academy and is a respected high-ranking officer now." (I had caught myself before saying, "ten homos."

With that the man grabbed my ears and I was once again impaled on his cock. This time he pushed down firmly on the back of my head, as his broad hips lifted up off the sofa and shoved even more of his cock into my throat. I felt the thick rod get even thicker and filling my mouth fully. I felt it shoot out a load of hot cream that blasted into the back of my throat.

The big man's pendulous weight was then pressing on top of me as his whole body spasmed along with his cock. Then he started to fall asleep with me in his sweaty arms. I was forced to inhale his vile underarms. Under his breath, he muttered, "Once you go on sale, Luke, I will put in a bid for you... then you can remain at St. Sebastian for a very long time..." He let out a soft chuckle and added, "And maybe then I would tell you which of those stories is true."

Eventually I started to get used to the large man's aroma and even the feel of his slippery sweat. Then I was able to fall asleep. But I shook myself awake when I thought, "I could do worse than being bought by the headmaster. He may be gross, but at least he is gentle with me." I sat bolt upright then and realized: Just a few months ago, I used to be a free boy, the top athlete at this school. Now I'm a cumdump for this big hairy man who runs things. How far had I sunk? Far enough to think that this sweaty fat man would be a good master to me.

Then the real horror set in: I realized that the headmaster talked about my sale as if it were a done deal. Was it possible there was already a date set for an auction? I froze at the thought. That would mean for sure I was no longer a short-term slaveboy. I could be purchased and shipped anywhere in the world. I'd heard about boy brothels in Africa where they paid a lot to abuse a white American boy like me.

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