Motorhome Slaveboy 11 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.
This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Chapter 11
Now I really did have to start to thing about just what I was going to do with all of the Masters and slaves that were currently here in my mountain retreat. I had never been one to want too many people around at any given time and now I suddenly had a crowd. I lay there holding onto David and thinking about his brothers and what I was going to do with them as well. They were cure - there was no getting around that, still - when I went back on the road, which was where I really wanted to spend most of my time I wouldn't have room in the RV for them, let alone Michael and Arnie.
I felt David stir beside me and realized that he was awake now as well. I rubbed my morning erection against his ass and felt it come to rest right at the pucker of his anus. I continued to rub my cock on the brown rosebud that was his anal opening until my pre-cum had begun to lubricate the opening and then I started to drive myself into him without any additional lubricant of any kind.
David automatically pressed back against my groin, inviting the rigid invader to attempt entry to his backdoor. My constant pressure along with the copious pre-cum allowed my hard-on to press into him, pushing right past the clenching sphincter and deep into his hot moist rectum.
David moaned with pleasure as his sphincter clenched tight around my glans, trying to hold my cockhead inside him. I allowed him to work his ass muscles around on my cockhead for a little bit before I started pressing forward again, working myself deeper and deeper into his hot guts. David moaned again as the dry shaft of my cock rubbed against the tight opening of his anus as I worked it into him.
At last, I felt my groin pressing against his ass cheeks, my cock buried to its full length within his bowels. Again I rested, allowing him to grow accustomed to the fullness of my meaty pole as it invaded the depths of his rectum.
David writhed and shuddered, his anal muscles trying to suck in more and more of the rigid love-pole that skewered him, pushing his organs around as it made itself comfortable inside him. It was only at this moment that I decided that instead of just fucking him I would give him a piss enema. I began to release a stream of urine into his naked teen, trying to hold back a bit at first to allow him to recognize just what was happening and then blasting the contents of my bladder into his bowels. I felt his stomach distend as he filled with my hot piss as I dumped the entire nights load of pee.
When I had finally deposited the last of my urine inside his bowels I began to slowly withdraw my slowly softening cock.
"I'm going to pull out now, you need to make sure that you don't allow any of that juice to escape, I don't want to have to punish you for wetting the bed," I said.
David murmured his acknowledgement and I could feel him trying to clamp down even tighter against my penis as it reached its flaccid state and withdrew from the sheath that had so delightfully surrounded it.
Once I had fully removed my member from him, I assisted him in standing and then allowed him to head for the toilet where he would expel the fluids that were sloshing around inside him. I heard him grunt and then what sounded like gallons of water pounding into the toilet bowl. I had followed him into the bathroom and stood there in front of him as he expelled the last remnants of my piss from his bowels.
David looked up into my eyes with a smile on his face. "Master, are you going to do that every morning?" he asked.
I shrugged, I hadn't really given it any thought - I had always tried to do most things on a more spontaneous level - I didn't think that I had done anything that could be considered scheduled since I had acquired David from that foolish preacher.
"Did you enjoy it, slave?" I finally asked.
"Master, I love anything you do to or with me - I love you, Sir," David said with heartfelt emotion.
"Even when I punished you severely?" I asked.
"I understand now that you only punish me because I have done something wrong and betrayed your trust. It just shows that you love me all that much more." David seemed to understand his station in life, this wasn't just parroting some lines that I had given him, he put this together himself and I was impressed.
"Very well, boy," I said, "let's go and see what's happening around here. I'm hungry and I smell something cooking. Finish what you're doing there and start my shower."
David quickly finished on the toilet and started adjusting the shower. When he had the water to what he felt was the right temperature he motioned me that it was ready and I stepped into the warm spray. I beckoned him to join me and handed him the bar of soap so that he might assist me. He lathered me all over, paying particular attention to my genitals and ass crack. He worked his fingers up and down the vertical smile taking great care that he didn't attempt to penetrate my anus - he didn't want to take a chance on another error and the resulting punishment.
When I had completed showering I turned off the hot water and David took his own shower using only cold water. When he had finished, he declined the use of a towel, saying that he had wiped himself down somewhat with his hands and he could air dry the rest of his body - he didn't feel that I needed to waste a clean towel on a slave.
In the kitchen, we found that Karl's trainers were hard at work preparing breakfast for the army that seemed to be encamped in my little mountain cabin. I picked up a cup of coffee and joined Karl, Kenny and Barry in the dining room while David stayed in the kitchen to offer whatever assistance he could considering that he really didn't know much of anything about cooking.
"Well, how do you guys like my little place in the mountains?" I asked as I took a seat at the table and picked up one of the fresh pastries that were lying there.
"You would never know you had all this space from outside the place - I'm impressed," Karl said. "This place is actually larger than my place there in Chicago."
"Actually, I was a bit surprised as well. I bought it at a government land auction after just flying over the place once. I didn't know that it had been a missile site so, while I expected there to be more to it than just the little cabin that shows, I never expected it to be this large."
"Their loss is your gain I guess," Barry said with a chuckle.
We sat and drank our coffee in silence for a few minutes and then David came in carrying a large tray with Eggs Benedict and fried potatoes. He carefully served each of us, made sure we had plenty of coffee and fruit juice and then quietly exited the room. I made a mental note to ask him where he had learned to be such an excellent waiter.
"Like I said yesterday, I was just about ready to have a sale so I have more boys than usual, only right now I don't think is a very good time to have a sale, at least in the Chicago area. I only wish that I had known about that escapee, and then perhaps all of this wouldn't have happened. I must apologize for crashing in on you like this, but I didn't have anywhere else to go on such short notice - my place in Mexico was damaged in an earthquake recently and hasn't been repaired enough to use. I have called to get them working on it and I expect that it will be inhabitable in a couple of weeks. In the meantime I'm hoping you won't mind my staying here."
"Karl, you have done more for me than I can ever repay, you are welcome here for as long as you need to stay," I said with sincerity.
"Thank you, Cole, true friends are few and far between."
For the next few minutes the only sounds were of us eating as we enjoyed the gourmet meal that had come from my kitchen - why was it that when I was working in there I never managed to prepare dishes even half as good as these?
"What were your plans before we burst in on you?" Barry asked as he finished his breakfast.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure - I was thinking about enrolling David's brothers in the Athenian Academy, they would be able to train them right and their policy of not charging for identical twins would allow me to send one other boy as well."
"Would you send David?" Kenny asked.
"No, I think I'm going to keep him with me - we have formed a bond that I feel compelled to continue and, while a year at the academy would surely do him some good, I really have been lonely out on the road alone all the time."
"Then what are you going to do with Michael?" Karl asked. "I'm sure he would bring a good price at the auction."
"I'm sure he would, too. Only I really don't want to sell him - I know, I'm getting greedy in my old age, but there is something about that little boy that sort of stick with me. I think that I can school him myself, both in the things that any man needs to survive in the world and in how to handle himself as the slaveboy that now is."
"You're not worried about jealousy between the two boys?"
"No, they are enough different in age that there shouldn't be any more jealousy than between any set of brothers who are four years different in age."
My three friends all nodded their heads in agreement and the conversation turned to much more mundane things such as work assignments for the slaves while they were here - obviously we weren't going to just have them sitting around doing nothing.
My original plan was to have my boys work panning some of the gold dust from the gravel that came out of the mines that were scattered around the property. With all of the slave power we had around here now we should be able to really work at it. It sounded like good hard work and Karl was more than willing to put his boys to it. Barry and Kenny agreed.
After the boys had eaten, we broke them up into groups, and marched them down to the mine. My property was honeycombed with old gold mines and according to the records in the country seat; this was one of the most prosperous mining regions in the country at one time. From time to time, I had been panning for gold just using the rubble that sat near the entrance to the main mineshaft. I had yet to work a pan of dirt that didn't yield at least a little bit of gold dust, and since my main water source was in the same location there was no problem putting more of the boys to work helping to pay the bills.
It didn't take very long to determine which of the boys would be best suited for each job - the older ones were given mallets to break up the larger chunks of stone and dirt while the smaller boys did the actual panning. They were told that they would be rewarded for doing a good job [and left unsaid that they would be punished for a poor one], and promised a special dinner at the end of the day if I was satisfied.
This wasn't exactly the kind of slave training that everyone had planned originally; however, it did keep everyone busy and reinforced the notion that they had to follow orders regardless of what they were.
By evening I had decided on my next course of action - I would be taking off, taking the twins and Arnie to the Athenian Academy and then going back on the road with just David and Michael. I would leave Karl, Kenny, Barry and the rest of the brood at my place. I told Karl that if he could find a way to bring his buyers in quietly he could hold his auction there - I was sure that it was secure enough. The only problem was getting there and that would be his problem.
After dinner we headed down to the silo to check on James, I rather doubted that he would have softened up yet, but you never can tell, hunger, thirst, perpetual darkness and a general feeling of hopelessness can work wonders.
I was sure that the boy had heard the elevator as we came into the control room so I didn't see any reason to try to hide that we were there. I turned on the lights in the silo to full brightness, knowing that they would hurt his eyes for a bit after being in total darkness for as long as he had - the last thing that we wanted was for him to feel the least bit comfortable.
"Well now, slave," Karl said to the naked boy, "have you decided to accept your status or do we have to leave you here forever?"
James remained silent, almost as if he hadn't heard Karl.
"I'm talking to you, slave," Karl thundered. "When your Master speaks to you, you will answer!"
The boy, his eyes now having adjusted to the brightness, looked up at Karl with the heat of defiance in his eyes. "I'm not your slave, I'll never be your, or anyone else's, slave - now or ever! There is nothing you can do to change that," he spit that last bit out as he raised one hand to give all of us that famous 'one finger' salute.
"Very well, then you can just rot down there for all I care - you'll still be sold, only I will make sure that it is to someone who intends to work you to death." Karl turned and left the catwalk. A moment later, I heard the elevator as it returned Karl to the surface.
"James," I said, "you may think that you are right, I agree that no one asked you if you wanted to become a slave; however, very few slave boys your age decided on their own to become slaves. There are two ways that you can do things - right now you are following the hard way, it will remain difficult, even painful, but won't change your status. The other choice is to just get with the program and learn to live with it. Most Masters who have boys your age tend to treat them rather well - not everyone is a Royce - but if you are sold to someone from outside the country, your current attitude will bring you nothing but grief. There are men who attend these auctions who do truly intend to work a slave to death - they will make sure that you get just enough to eat so that you can work 12 to 14 hours a day, 7 days a week. I assure you they can, and will, do it. Just think about that a little bit - Is it really worth it just to give someone the finger?"
The boy said nothing; he just glowered up at me. I left the silo, turning off the lights and plunging him back into the eternal darkness of his concrete cell.
As I returned to the surface I continued to think about James - he was really a very good looking young man and I was sure that he would do very well with the right Master - only he didn't seem to be willing to allow anything like that to happen. I even questioned our keeping boys like him against their will, only I didn't see where there was too much of a difference between how we kept him and how he was being kept before. The only real difference was that we were very up-front about his status as a slave and before they were playing word games and trying to just subjugate him without admitting that it was slavery.
The last of my boys was brought into my private playroom, they stood in a line, each boy standing before me with his hands cuffed behind his back. While none of them were fully erect, they each were showing more than just a completely flaccid cock. I stifled a smile as I thought about how each of them was turned on by their nudity and bondage. I was sure I had picked as good a group of boys as any Master could ever hope for.
"I see that there are a couple of things that are going to have to be changed right away around here," I said as I surveyed the boys. "And I think that tonight is as good a time to start as any."
All five boys tried glancing up and down the line, trying to see just what it was that I was talking about.
"David, come here," I ordered.
The boy stood before me, obviously unsure of just what I wanted.
"Turn around and face your fellow slaves."
Again, he did as he was told.
"Now, everyone look at this slave and see if you can see what is different about him."
David stood there and the others all tried to see what it was I was talking about.
"Joseph, have you figured it out yet?" I asked.
"Uh, is it the fact that you have changed his name?"
"No. It is something that you can see without even knowing his name."
I paused. "Okay, Abel - have you figured it out?"
"No sir."
"What about you, Arnie - and ideas?"
"Uh, could it be that he doesn't seem to have any pubic hair, Master?"
"Very good slave, your ability to observe will be rewarded."
Arnie started to open his mouth to say something and then remembered the rule about only speaking with spoken to and just nodded his head.
"You boys are slaves. Slaves are not allowed to have pubic hair - that is something that only a man can have; therefore, yours will have to be removed. Each of you will be issued a small pair of tweezers, by morning I expect each of you to have your crotch as smooth as David's."
I refastened each boy's hands so that they were cuffed in front and attached to a chain locked around their waists. I then gave each of them a pair of tweezers.
"There is one other little rule - you are not allowed to pluck yourself. For each hair that I find when I inspect each of you will be given two strokes at the whipping post." A sudden look of extreme fear covered all of the boys' faces.
I locked the four naked youths into a cell in one corner of the playroom. The floor was covered with a rubber mat; there was nothing else in the cell.
"Remember, the ass crack is part of the crotch," I said as I turned to lead David away.
Once we were back in my bedroom, I released David's hands. Immediately he ran his fingers over his shaved crotch. "Uh, Master," he said. "I feel some stubble around where you shaved me."
"Would you like a pair of tweezers and to join the others?"
"If you wish me to, Master," he replied like a proper slave.
"No. You can go into the bathroom and just shave like we have done before."
"Thank you, sir."
David went to shave and I turned on the TV monitor to see how the boys were doing. It appeared that they had decided that they would do one of their number at a time. Michael was laying on the floor with the three of them gathered around him each plucking hairs as fast as he could. I turned up the volume and could hear Michael as he reacted to the pulling out of each hair. I didn't think that it would take very long to have Michael smooth as a baby - he didn't have much pubic hair to begin with. The only one who would really be a job was Arnie as he had grown a rather full pubic bush and I was sure that plucking it would end up being rather painful.
The think was that if I presented them at the Athenian Academy with a pubic bush the first thing that would happen is that they would be plucked while tied to a whipping post in front of the entire student body. Also, they wouldn't stop at the crotch, their entire body, including head and eyebrows would be plucked before they were released. Some Masters brought their boys that way just to have it happen, but I didn't think I really wanted my boys to be bald.
As I suspected, it didn't take very long for them to finish with Michael - one of the twins had replaced him on the floor before David finished in the bathroom.
When he returned from the bathroom David squatted on the floor at my feet and watched the TV. "Do you have camera set up like this everywhere?" he asked.
"Almost. I started out with a security system to check on things around the area. Many of the cameras had been removed when the military stopped using the place, but the cables were still there so it wasn't difficult to just put in new cameras." I reached over and typed an instruction into the control panel. The scene on the TV changed - now it was a rather weird black screen with a red figure that seemed to be walking around in circles.
"This is from an infrared camera in the silo where we put James. I can also listen or talk to him and even control the lights. It is about time for one of Karl's boys to be bringing him a little bit of something to eat and drink - not enough to make him comfortable, but enough to keep him alive."
As I spoke, we heard the sound of the elevator as it descended into the control room. A moment later, the scene changed from infrared to a regular picture as the lights in the silo were turned on. James turned away from the light, covering his eyes.
We watched and listened as Willy stepped out onto the catwalk and lowered something down to James on a rope.
"Drink that," Willy said as James caught the small cup on the end of the rope.
"What is it, poison?" James said, his voice almost a snarl.
"If I wanted you to die I wouldn't be here - it's soup and I've laced it with liquid vitamins - drink it, you need to keep up your strength."
"For what, so some old faggot can use and abuse me - or work me to death?"
"No! So you can survive, period. To die of thirst or hunger isn't easy."
"But I don't want to survive if I'm to be a slave to some old faggot for the rest of my life."
"Look, I took a substantial risk to sneak that down here to you, the least you could do is be a little bit thankful," Willy said, the aggravation in his voice showing.
"I didn't ask you for anything, and you're just another slave, why should I trust you - you'll do anything your 'MASTER' tells you to do." James held on to the soup cup, but hadn't opened it. "For all I know he sent you here."
"Believe whatever you want, I don't care. If you tell Master Karl that I brought you anything I'll be punished severely and you can be sure that no one will bring you anything else."
James shaded his eyes from the glare of the overhead light and tried to look Willy in the eye. "I still don't see what's in this for you - what difference does it make to you if I live or die?"
"I'm human, I don't want to see you hurt. I can't do anything about where you are or what they are trying to make you into; however, I can try to do something to keep you alive. To me that is very important."
"Important enough to risk being severely punished?"
"Yes."
James sighed, opened the cup and drank the soup. When he was finished he said, "Thank you. This is the first kind thing that anyone has done for me in some time."
Willy pulled the cup back up. "Don't want to leave anything down there where Master Karl can see it. No point in having him start asking questions. I'll try to bring you something else whenever I can get away."
Willy returned to the control room and turned out the light. A moment later, we heard the elevator as it returned to the surface.
David turned to me as I tuned the TV back to the cell where the four boys were still working at plucking one of his brothers. "Are you going to tell Karl about what Willy did?"
"Yes, I am."
David looked at me almost in horror. "But he was only trying to do something to keep the boy alive."
"I know."
"Then why are you going to snitch on him?"
I smiled at his choice of words, I hadn't heard about a snitch, other than in a TV cop show, since I was in school. I paused a moment and then said, "Master Karl is my friend and Willy is his slave. He needs to know just what his slave is doing."
"B-but..."
"There aren't any buts involved - besides he was only doing what his Master told him to do."
Now David was completely confused. "Told him? I don't understand. I thought James was supposed to be left hungry and thirsty."
"True, and the little cup of soup Willy provided won't completely ease that - in fact it may make it worse. The soup was loaded with salt and that will make him even more thirsty."
"You guys are being mean. James didn't ask to be a slave and he says that he isn't gay."
"Did you ask to be a slave?"
"Uh, no, but I'm happy being one for you - and besides that I am gay."
"And your point is?"
David was stumped for a moment and then said, "Master Karl is trying to make a gay slave out of him despite the fact that he isn't gay."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Well, isn't he?"
"David, I'm not sure just what Master Karl has planned for James but I'm fairly sure that it is better than whatever his parents had planned for him as part of your father's flock."
David frowned, he knew that life in the Reverend Johnson's church wasn't much of a life at all - at least for everyone except Reverend Johnson and a few of his hand picked friends. He nodded his head and said nothing.
"Master Karl will end up selling James; however, I rather doubt that it will be to someone who intends to work him to death. He is much too good looking a boy for that. I suspect that he will end up being put out to 'stud' by whoever buys him."
"Stud?" David asked.
"Yes. He will be required to service any number of women in order to sire as many children as he can - hopefully most of them will have his good looks, that he will be bought for."
David nodded.
"Now, I want you to go into the playroom and Michael here to me. Here is the key to the cage. Don't tell anyone we can see everything that is happening in there."
David took the key and returned in a minute with Michael. I had turned off the TV so that he wouldn't know we had been watching them.
"Sit here, boy," I said to Michael, patting the mattress beside me.
He did as he was told while David returned the key and sat back down at my feet.
I released his hands and allowed him to stretch a bit.
"Here are your tweezers, Master," he said as he handed the tweezers to me.
I returned them to the bedside table. Next, I pulled David up on my other side and hugged both boys to me.
"It is time for us to get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a very busy day I'm sure."
I lay back with a sexy boy on each side of me. David started to ask me what I meant about tomorrow being so busy but I cut him off - I didn't want any more talk, I needed sleep and I was sure that they did as well.
I was right. Once we all were settled down, both of them were asleep before me. I smiled to myself; I had plans to be sleeping with both of them for some time to come.
To be continued...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry for the long delay in posting this chapter - sometimes there just aren't enough hours in the day to get everything done. No promises about how soon the next chapter will appear, but you can be assured that it will come.
To everyone who has written and not had a reply - I have read all of your notes, and as some of you can see, I have even included some of your suggestions in the story. Please keep those thoughts coming; sometimes my imagination needs a little bit of help to get going.