Motorhome Slaveboy 04 (c) 2003by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.
This story is fiction; 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 4
Waking up with my cock still planted in David's rectum was beginning to become a regular thing, once that I knew I was going to become accustomed to over a period of time. Lucky me.
David awoke at almost the same time - I had much planned for the day so I released him from the bed and we both headed into the shower to take care of those all important morning functions.
Just like yesterday, when we finished in the shower I found breakfast waiting, mine on the table and David's on the floor - I know that there were cameras somewhere in the suite, but I had looked for them in the past and had been unable to find them, Karl knew everything that happened in his place, that was for sure.
When we had eaten I attached David to the X-cross in the slave cell - there is something delightful about looking at a naked young man stretched on an X-cross - still as I looked I realized that there was something wrong with the picture.
"Boy, what are you?" I asked.
"I'm your slaveboy, to do with as you wish," he replied.
"Have you noticed anything different about yourself from Master Karl's boys?"
"Sir?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"What about body hair, do they have any?"
"Uh, no Sir, not that I remember - I wondered about that, surely they are old enough to have started growing pubic hair."
"Okay, now what are they?"
"They're slaveboys, the same as me, Sir."
"Then why is it that you have pubic hair and they don't?"
"Because you want me to have pubic hair, Sir?" he asked timidly.
"Well, that could be one answer; however, it isn't the correct one. I just haven't gotten around to removing your pubic hair yet, and I think today is going to be the day. Pubic hair is the sign of a man, and you aren't a man, you're a slave; therefore, you shouldn't have any pubic hair, should you?"
"It doesn't sound like it, Sir. Do you intend to shave me, Sir?"
"No, I intend to have you plucked - the hair stays gone much longer that way and your groin is far smoother - I have always like my boys to be extremely smooth down there."
"Will it hurt, Sit?"
"Some, but you will become accustomed to it - in the future you will be required to pluck any hairs that show us as soon as they are long enough to grab."
I pressed a button on the wall and Willy and Martin arrived almost instantly. They looked around and saw that David was stretched out on the X-cross.
"I have a task for you guys - do you see anything that might need doing?"
They both looked around again and then looked at David, finally Willy spoke up, "Do you want us to shave your slave, Sir?"
"Actually, David is going to tell you what needs to be done, aren't you David?"
David nodded in agreement, but I could see that his heart wasn't really in it.
"Tell the boys what you want them to do, David," I instructed as I watched the embarrassed look on the helpless boy's face.
"Uh, I want you guys to, uh, pluck out my pubic hair," he said in a soft voice.
"You're going to have to speak louder so that they can hear you," I said.
"I want you guys to pluck my crotch bald," David said in a louder voice.
The two slaveboys looked at me, knowing that they still needed my permission to do anything to my slave.
"That's right boys - he needs his crotch to be as smooth as yours. Since this is going to be a bit painful I want you to also keep him fully erect; however, you will be severely punished if he cums. You may suck him or use your hands, you may also use any toys that seem to turn him on such as a vibrating dildoe; however, I remind you, he has not been given permission to cum and if you cause him to cum you are the ones who will be punished. You may have Kent and Tim help if you like; however, they then take the chance of punishment if he cums too."
The slaveboys looked at each other, wondering what they were in for. Keeping David erect wouldn't be hard, but not allowing him to cum was another thing - David was almost always horny and I had found that he could shoot without anyone touching his cock so with them working on him I rather doubted that they could prevent it - should be an interesting morning.
I gave the boys each a couple of pairs of tweezers and sat back to watch what was happening. Martin began by taking David's cock in his mouth and sucking lightly on it until the bound boy was rock hard; then the two of them began pulling out David's pubic hairs one or two at a time. I could see that this would not take too long as David didn't have a huge pubic bush, but still it would take a couple of hours at the least and perhaps until lunchtime.
David's smile from the pleasure of Martin's expert blow-job was soon replaced by winces as both of the boys began pulling out his pubic hairs. In the past I had always just shaved a boy, but this sounded like such a unique opportunity, with all of Karl's boys available, that I just couldn't allow it to pass.
I sat and watched for a few minutes and then left them to their chores while I attended to other things. David told me later that Martin seemed to have a sort of sixth sense as to when he was getting too close and would stop and allow him to hang there, his cock hard as a diamond and still unable to do anything about it. When he begged and pleaded, saying that no one would know they threatened to gag him, saying that they would have to tell if they were asked as they never lied to their Master. At that point, David gave up and accepted his fate. By the time I came back, they were almost finished and David's groin was as smooth as a new born baby's.
Karl had prepared his dungeon trailer, stocking it with everything that would be needed for our adventure and agreed to meet Kenny, Barry and I in Tulsa that weekend. We had decided that once we were ready to make the snatch David would be moved to the trailer so that Abel and Joseph wouldn't freak-out quite as much as if there was no one there they knew - our hope was that the twins would see this as a liberation and not as a straight kidnapping. Karl, and his magical contacts, had dug up more than a little bit of dirt on the good preacher from back in West Virginia - it seems that he wasn't always too forthcoming on just where the collection monies went from time to time, and he was suspected of keeping a mistress on the side for a couple of years. Karl was trying to find her - if he did, we figured that would put a real stopper in him. As for his wife - Karl had already found out that he met her in a strip club and that she had a rather long record for prostitution and robbery in several places. A few things like that would put a real crimp in his career if they were to be made public. The plan was to snatch the boys and then present him with what we knew - telling him that as long as he just said something to the effect that the boys had been sent to live with another relative we wouldn't publish what we knew, but otherwise everyone in Oklahoma would know all about him and he still wouldn't have the boys back.
With David now hairless like a proper slave and seated in his usual place next to me in the motorhome we started out for Tulsa - I decided that it was time to fill David in on just what we had planned so I started telling him what was going to happen. At first he was scared that something night go wrong and he would end up back with his father - I assured him that even if that happened he wouldn't have to worry about that - we had taken measures to protect him.
Then after a bit David started thinking about there being a time for payback for the things that the twins had done to him over the last two years and he became more and more eager for everything to happen and was ready to play his part.
We stopped for the night outside of Saint Louis, Missouri, in a small RV park where they kept a small fenced off section for people who needed a bit more privacy. Since more and more gay and lesbian people were living the RV-lifestyle it made sense to some park owners to provide a few special accommodations to guarantee their patronage. There was room for six RVs behind a tall, ivy covered concrete wall. There was a small restroom/shower building and plenty of shade trees over all of the outdoor facilities.
When we arrived, there was only one other vehicle in the area, a coach about the same size as mine with California license plates. I led David over to the showers to clean up after the adventures of this morning and the rigors of being on the road for several hours. There was just a single large shower stall with multiple shower heads at several different heights. Also there were a large number of stainless steel rings solidly attached to the walls in case a Master wanted to chain up a slave in the shower - this gave me an interesting idea to further David's training, particularly in the matter of his having to service others.
I made a quick trip back to pick up a few items and then returned to take my shower. When I had finished I took a piece of chain and used it to attach David's collar to a ring about half way up the wall, then I spread his arms out, locking them to the wall. Once he was kneeling the way I wanted, I cuffed his ankles to the ends of a thirty inch spreader bar.
"Now I'm going back to have some dinner, obviously you are staying here. When someone comes in here, you are to tell them that you are there for them to use. Tell them that the only limitation your Master had is that you aren't to be marked or cut in any fashion."
David looked up at me with fear in his eyes. "Have I don't something to displease you, Master?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"May I ask Master, why am I being left like this for the use of others?"
"You are my slave, you will do whatever I desire, at the moment I desire to share you with others - you in turn need to recognize your lot in life and that things aren't always going to happen just the way you would like them to happen. If anyone who uses you this evening is disappointed with how you pleasure them you will be punished, if everyone is happy you might be rewarded."
I left the shower room and made sure that David heard the motorhome start up and head out of the park. I wanted to visit a couple of people I knew in the area and I was quite sure that David would be safe where I had left him.
When I returned later that evening David was still right where I had left him - obviously, there had been a number of takers on the offer he had been instructed to give - there were several notes on my campsite thanking me for his use. David himself was beginning to look a bit like a prune from all of the water that had run over him during the evening.
When he heard me enter the shower room, he started to recite his speech before he looked up to see who it was. "Good evening, Sir. My Master has left me here like this in order that I may provide whatever sort of service you might desire. He asks only that you not do anything to me that leaves any lasting marks or scars." When he had finished, he looked up and saw that it was me.
"Master, I have done as you required, I have offered to service everyone who has entered the shower and most of them have used me, a couple more than once. I have tried to bring honor to you by doing the very best I could."
The look in his eyes said that he had enjoyed the experience and the sagging against his chains said that he was extremely tired.
"Well, you will have to do one more before you are released," I said as I removed my clothes and stood before him, my erect cock sticking straight out in front of me. "Now you need to show me just how you did those others," I said as I pushed my cock to his lips.
David opened his mouth and started to suck my hard-on into his well used mouth, despite the number of cocks he had already sucked he attacked mine like it was the staff of life and he needed it to survive. I took hold of his head and pulled him forward until his nose was buried in my pubic bush and the head was pushing against the beginning of his throat, cutting off his air supply while I savored the feeling of him deep-throating my member. Before he became panicked by lack of oxygen, I pulled back and began a rhythmic pumping of my rock-hard meat in and out of his sucking mouth.
David in turn continued to wash against my erection with his tongue and when I pulled fully back, he even was able to nip at the very tip with his teeth. I picked up the pace, pumping harder and faster, in and out, I began to feel the churning in my balls that meant that an explosion of man juice wasn't too far away. I knew that my load was coming to a boil and I held myself in his mouth so that he would be able to taste my juices before he swallowed them as I shot hot load after load of jism.
David didn't let so much as a single drop go to waste, he swallowed each shot so that he was ready for the next one and I was able to keep firing far longer than I had expected, mixing my load with all the others that he had swallowed that evening.
When I finally had shot my last spurt, I pulled out and wiped my sticky dick on the helpless slave's face. Next, I took a shower, using the showerheads right above the kneeling boy.
It was only when I dressed and started to leave that he spoke. "Please Master, can you release me or are you going to have me stay here like this all night?"
Actually, the idea of leaving him there all night was somewhat appealing; however, I had grown accustomed to having him in bed with me and didn't feel like sleeping alone. I returned and released him from his bondage, instructing him to clean himself up and then come back to the coach.
He arrived just a few minutes later, smelling of soap and still dripping, as he hadn't had a towel available. He stood at the door waiting for me to allow him to come in.
"Do you plan to drip all over my floors?" I asked harshly.
"Please Master, may I have a towel," he replied.
I passed a towel out to him and he quickly dried himself and then entered the coach.
"Are you hungry," I asked, "or is your stomach too filled with cum?"
David grinned. "I'm full of cum alright; however, I would really like some solid food if I may, Master."
I pulled out the take-out I had brought back for him [see, I'm not all bad], and he devoured it in short order.
"How many guys came in there while I was gone?"
"There were nine men and three slaves," he said.
I smiled; he was learning that slaves didn't count the same way as free men. "And how many of them did you service?"
"Eight of the men and one slave - the other two slaves were required to suck me off while their master watched, he was the only man I didn't service. The slave I was required to service was the same one we saw before at the other RV Park. He was still wearing lots of chains and his hands were chained to his waist even while he was fucking my face. He whispered to me that this was the first time he had been allowed to cum in almost three weeks and that the last time he came it was in a wet dream for which he was severely punished. He said that if he comes without permission he Master beats him with a belt all over his body including his cock and balls. He said that before he came in to use me his Master had beaten his cock so that even though my sucking him off felt good, it wasn't too good as even touching his cock hurt from the whipping it had taken."
I hadn't noticed Royce's coach when I pulled in, I would have to look again in the morning - he might be just the one to add to our little event down in Tulsa. He always seemed to have some rather good ideas and he certainly was able to put fear into the heart of anyone who crossed him. I would look for him in the morning and if he were around fill him in on what was happening.
When David finished eating, it was time for bed. I guess I'm an old softy as I still haven't required him to sleep on the floor or in heavy bondage, only I really do like to have a cute boy next to me in my bed and before I got David I had been sleeping alone for some time. I did fasten the chain from his collar to the ring next to the bed, no sense in allowing him to begin thinking that he wasn't always a slave. Once again he spooned his ass against my groin only since I had cum in his mouth not all that long ago I didn't fuck him, I just reached around him to caress his nipples.
"Master," David asked, "when am I going to be allowed some clothing?"
"You don't have any clothing, remember, we gave what you were wearing back to the Reverend."
"Yes, Sir. But you said that you told him you had something for me to wear and I'm still naked all the time."
"And naked you shall remain except if I take you someplace where clothing is required. You have your collar, that is something to wear, and I didn't tell the Reverend how much I was going to provide, did I?"
"No, Master, you didn't."
"Now, don't worry about clothing, just get some sleep, we will be in Tulsa tomorrow and then we will be very busy."
No more was said and we both drifted off to sleep."
I awoke in the morning with my regular morning hard-on and felt the need to piss something awful. My first thought was to use David's asshole as a urinal - he could stand a good enema first thing in the morning - only then I remembered that I wanted to see if Royce was still around. He tended to get going rather early if he wasn't staying around for a few days.
As I returned from the restroom I saw Royce's coach parked off to one side and a slave boy chained to the front bumper as he polished the hubcap on the front wheel. The sun was already warm and there was no shade where the slave was working so sweat was rolling off him in rivers.
"Hey Cole," Royce greeted me as I walked up. "Was that your boy chained up in the shower last night?"
"Sure way, I understand you let your slave use him - I thought it was your policy not to allow a slave to cum more than once a year."
"I had caught him playing with himself earlier yesterday so I had really worked his cock and balls over and I figured that the sex would be more pain than pleasure." He smiled a wicked grin that was known to freeze slaves into immobility.
"Sounds like an interesting sort of discipline, so far I haven't had to do anything like that to my current boy, but it is something that I'll remember for the future."
"You're too soft to do anything like that and you know it - you would turn a boy loose before you really hurt him, even when serious pain is what he really needs."
"If I ever end up with one like that I'll make sure that I give you a call and turn him over - that just isn't my style."
Royce nodded in agreement.
"Listen, Royce, I did come over for something other than to compare notes on how to train a slave. A few of us have a little activity going down in Tulsa over the next few days and I thought you might be interested in joining in."
"What are you guys up to?" he asked.
I told him about how I was given David as well as his story about his twin brothers and the kind of home that they had to be living in. Royce was all for 'liberating' the brothers - he didn't like the kind of people that would treat their children that way any more than I did.
Royce was still a bit hesitant about joining us, "You are sure taking a major risk, what if that Reverend decides to call the authorities and they are able to stop your coach - it sure wouldn't look too good for you, or anyone else, to be found with the missing boys chained up in your vehicle."
"That's why Karl is coming down with his eighteen-wheeler and that special dungeon trailer - if an alarm is raised the boys will be safely hidden in the trailer and on their way down the road while the authorities are concentrating on Motorhomes."
"Well, that does make it sound a bit better, and I've never known Karl to get involved in something where he could end up in jail."
After a few minutes Royce decided to join us and agreed to meet again at the RV Park outside Tulsa in a couple of days. We didn't plan to pick up the twins until at least the end of the weekend so there was plenty of time. Also we didn't want to all arrive at the RV Park at the same time so that no one would know that we were actually all together.
Back in my coach, I let David get up and sent him to take a shower, as soon as he returned I fired up and we were off to Tulsa and our mission of mercy.
To be continued---
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
The next chapter will be all of the preparations for the snatch and several major surprises, if I get it finished I'll post it in a week.
Meanwhile, please tell me how you like what has happened so far, I have added a couple reader suggestions to my basic outline, but I'm still not exactly sure where all of this story will end, or if it will for that matter - I guess that sort of depends on you readers - as long as I know I'm making you happy I'll keep going, that is the only reward there is.
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