Motorhome Slaveboy 05 Copyright 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.
A special note for readers from Oklahoma, I'm not down on your state; however, in the times that I've been there I didn't see much of anything that I would want to photograph and save as scenic beauty. I can say the same thing about several other places, but they aren't a setting for this story so I won't go into that right now.
Chapter 5
The RV Park north of Tulsa was far nicer than I had expected -- after all, Oklahoma isn't exactly known for its' trees and scenic beauty. There was a small stream running through much of the park and plenty of shade trees. I found that Kenny and Barry had set up their camp in a back corner right where the stream entered the property, there were only a handful of sites and it was separated from the rest of the park by a wide gravel parking lot where big rigs sometimes spent the night. There was a small toilet and shower building and plenty of privacy, what more could we ask for.
Once I had the coach hooked up the water and power lines I set out to have a look around. David wanted to come with me so I gave him a pair of extremely ragged cut-offs and some rubber shower sandals -- the first clothing he had worn since coming into my service.
I knocked on Kenny and Barry's door, but it appeared that no one was home -- I rather doubted that they had gone very far. We walked back over to the office and then on out onto the main road where a 7-11 store was right across the highway. I wanted to do a bit of shopping and this was just too convenient -- inside the store David wanted a Slurpee and since he had been good I let him have one -- don't want to spoil the kid, but he is still a kid and I guess he is entitled to a bit of consideration, something he never got before.
As we were walking back to my coach, a small black minivan pulled up behind us and started blowing his horn -- we weren't blocking the road my any stretch of the imagination so I waved at it to go around only it just crept along behind us, and kept beeping.
Finally, I turned around to see who the fool driving that thing was and found that it was Kenny. He rolled down his window. "Thought that was you as you crossed the highway, when did you get in?"
"Less than an hour ago. Where did you get that thing?"
"Well, we thought it would be easier to check things out in one of these than in a big motorhome so we rented it for a few days -- it wasn't all that expensive and it is nice to be able to go out without having to unhook everything. Climb in and we'll all go back to the campsite -- I presume you are in the back near us."
I nodded and opened the read door. I handed the bag I was carrying to David and told him that he was still a slave and he could walk back, carrying everything. He pouted for just a moment and then did as he was told as we left him behind.
David arrived about five minutes after we did and he immediately put everything we had purchased away and then came over to where we were sitting in the shade.
"Permission to ask a question, Master," David said.
"Permission granted."
"Master, there is a swimming pool over there by the office and I was sort of hoping that you would allow me to go over there and use it for a little bit -- I haven't been swimming in a very long time and I really do enjoy it, and--"
"Alright already, you have been good so I don't see a problem, let's go inside and see if I have a swim suit that will fit you." I got up and we headed back to the coach.
I had several Speedo suits and one in a very bright red fit him like a second skin -- no one would have to guess what was under it, but it was legal and that was all I wanted. He tried it on and modeled it for me.
"Perfect," I said. "Now," I asked, "what are you going to tell anyone who asked about your collar?"
He had forgotten about that, he put his finger inside it like it was too tight for a moment.
"No, I'm not going to remove it, I told you that it stays on you permanently and I mean it."
"I guess that if someone asks I'll just tell them that its' a private thing between me and, uh, can I tell someone you are my father if they ask? They might not understand about my having a Master."
"Yes, that's okay -- I agree that telling someone you are my slave doesn't sound like too good an idea around here -- people in this area aren't all that liberal in their thinking."
David took a towel and headed off to the pool while I rejoined the others and they started telling me about what they had learned since arriving here.
"Reverend Johnson fits right in with the rest of the congregation -- I get the feeling that all of them live in deadly fear that somewhere someone is having a good time. The parsonage is right next to the church. The sign out front tells about services several times a day, every day -- I wonder when they find time to earn a living.
"I spoke to a couple of people in a mini-mart at the end of the block and quickly I realized that they would just as soon the entire church go somewhere else -- I guess they make an awful lot of noise at many of their late evening services and sometimes it even sounds like someone is crying out in pain. There were complaints filed with the police in the past but nothing was done, the previous pastor always claimed it was just people speaking in tongues when the Holy Spirit overcame them."
I shook my head, hard to believe that there are so many people like that running around loose in this country. "So this group has been around here for some time then?" I asked.
"Actually not, most of then are newcomers to the community and they haven't been making any friends here either. They started coming about a year ago from West Virginia. Also, they have set up a private school in the church basement so that none of the children have registered in the local schools. Someone said that there seems to be an awful lot of kids, but no one knows how many for sure. The kids don't ever seem to be outside playing and when they do come out they are dressed like it was the middle of winter in Alaska, not summer in Oklahoma."
As I was absorbing this information, I heard another motorhome enter our little back lot. At first I was worried that it was an outsider and that would complicate things a bit, but when I looked closely I recognized it as the coach that Alfred had left with Karl.
Once the coach was parked in a campsite the door opened and Willy, Karl's oldest slave boy, climbed out, followed by Kent and Tim. All three of them were wearing Speedos much like the one I had given David and nothing else.
"Master Cole," Willy said, "my Master has sent us on ahead, he will be here late tomorrow evening, but he thought you might need a dungeon before he got here with the truck. Since I now have a driver's license he decided that I could bring this coach along as well as these other two worthless slaves to help wherever we might be needed."
I looked at them, shaking my head.
"We have regular street clothes inside if they are needed, but we were instructed not to wear more than this otherwise. Inside we are still to remain naked, I may be driving the dungeon coach but I'm still Master Karl's slave; and he has instructed us to accept you as our Master until he arrives."
"Okay, Tim and Kent, you will report to Kenny and Barry for now," I turned to my two friends, "you don't mind having a couple of slaves for a while do you?"
"Is the Pope Catholic? Does a bear shit in the woods?" Was all the two of them could say. They had heard of Master Karl, everyone in the RV Slave scene has, but they had never met him and now I was loaning them two of his slaves -- that was something that neither of them ever expected.
David had seen the dungeon coach arrived and returned from the swimming pool to see what was happening. When he saw Willy, Tim and Kent he smiled, knowing that he wouldn't be the only slave boy around now.
"Sir," Willy said, "I hear a ringing from inside that means that something is arriving on the fax machine, do you want me to see what it is?"
"Yes, do so," I said, perhaps Master Karl has some more information for us."
And more information was an understatement -- the FAX was almost more like a book than just a message. He had contacted some people in West Virginia and they sent him a number of reports about Reverend Johnson and his flock. According to what I was reading the authorities in West Virginia had been looking into the Reverend and weren't too happy with what they had found, the problem was that no one would come forward and tell what they knew.
I turned to David, "Did your father try to beat the devil out of people?"
"Y-yes, Master," David said softly.
"Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"You didn't ask and since I wasn't with him any more I didn't think that it mattered."
"It matters a great deal, boy," I said. "Did he do it to you?"
"Yes, Sir. Right after he caught me jacking off, when he started tying my hands to the bed at night."
I shook my head in disgust. "Tell me exactly what happened," I said.
"Well Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings were the special services where church members came forward to confess their sins and accept public punishments that he claimed were authorized by the scriptures and he personal revelations from the Lord.
"It was on Wednesday evening that I was brought in front of the congregation and told to confess my sins of self-abuse. I didn't want to do it and I had asked him how something that felt so wonderful could be a sin.
"That only made him even more angry than he had been at first. After I had confessed in public, he pronounced my sentence. He said that it was obvious that the devil had possessed me and that the only way to remove the devil from my body was to beat him out. After a much praying for my immortal soul, he announced that it would take 1,000 strokes of his paddle to remove the devil from my body.
"I almost fainted, I knew what his paddle could do, I had been punished with it in the past and after only twenty-five strokes I had trouble sitting down for almost a whole day. I was sure that 1,000 strokes would kill me. He said that the strokes would be administered at the rate of 100 on Monday evening, 100 on Wednesday evening, and 50 on Friday evening for four weeks and they would be administered in front of the entire membership."
"How was this done? Did he swing the paddle himself?"
"Often there were other members, mostly young boys, but a few girls, who were also subjected to paddlings, but none of them had ever been given over 100 total or more than 50 at a single session. He told me that my sentence was so much harsher because I was his son and if anyone should know better it was me.
"He would swing the paddle until his arm was tired and then he would designate one of the assistant pastors to finish the job. Those who were to be punished were brought up before the congregation one at a time, wearing only a single cotton robe that tied in the back like the ones you get in a hospital. In the front there were two tall pillars on either side of the entrance to the sanctuary with rings along the sides. We were to stand between the pillars, allow the robe to drop to the floor, and then our hands were tied to the pillars as high above our head as we could reach -- much like that cross you tied me to at Master Karl's.
"When the paddling started we were required to keep the count and if we made an error the count started over, I only remember it happening a couple of times. When our punishment was finished, we were required to stand there naked while the rest of those to be paddled were punished. We had to stand, but we were allowed to lean on a railing and after each of my sessions it took every bit of energy I had to remain standing. I don't know what would have happened if I had not been able to stand there, but I didn't want to take a chance that it was more strokes as I'm not sure I could have stood them."
"Why didn't you tell someone about this?"
"Who -- I didn't go to the public school and everyone I did see was a member of the church and most had witnessed my punishment.
"What kind of paddle did he use?"
"I heard it called a fraternity paddle, a large wooden board with a handle and several large holes drilled in it. The things I remember best about it were the sounds as it swished through the air and the pain as it hit my rear end."
"Didn't anyone object to this?" Kenny asked. "If they were so religious certainly they didn't approve to the public nudity."
"They all believed that everything he said was straight from God, and they didn't ever argue with Him."
I shook my head again; it was a good thing that this fool only had a small congregation -- just think of the damage he could cause with a large following. Still, listening to David recount his experiences did give me some thoughts about just what we would do and how -- I was going to have to think about it some more, but I had a start.
I turned to Kenny and Barry, "I think we should read this information very carefully in light of what David just told us. I also want to listen to what you guys have found out since you arrived." Now I addressed the slaves, "I will allow all four of you to go back over to the pool for a couple of hours, I suspect that you are going to have a long night."
The boys grinned a bit and then gathered up some towels and followed David back to the pool. They were young and even a slave needed to have a bit of pleasure from time to time -- that way when he had it taken away he had something to miss.
The three of us settled down in my living room area and started to read the large amount of information that Karl had sent us.
By the time the pool closed that evening and the boys returned to camp we had built up a plan of action, Kenny and Barry were going to have to gather a bit more information, but the people at the church didn't know them so they might be able to infiltrate. We had decided that they would take Tim and Kent with them to the church the next night, Wednesday, and tell the Reverend that they were new in town and wanted to join the congregation as they had heard that the church seemed to have a way with wayward kids. They were both to claim that they were single fathers and that the boys were their sons. Both of them had been raised in extremely strict fundamentalist homes so they knew all the proper things to say to fit right in.
I took Willy and David with me into my coach while Kenny and Barry took Tim and Kent into the dungeon coach. "Don't bruise them up so much that they can't go to church tomorrow night," I said as we parted.
"We'll try not to," Barry said, "but who knows?"
Tim and Kent slowly followed them into the coach, I'm sure that they wondered just what was in store -- I suspected that it would be far tamer than some of the scenes that they had been through with Karl -- Kenny and Barry weren't really into anything all that heavy as far as I knew.
As for our evening -- since David and Willy were just about the same size I decided that I would tie them together, back to back. I inserted a double-ended dildoe into their assholes, backing them together until their asscheeks were pressed tight together. I wrapped a wide leather strap around the two boys waists and then another around their thighs right at their hips so that they couldn't pull apart and allow the dildoe to come out.
Another strap around their chests, right under their arms bound their torsos together. Additional straps at the wrists, ankles, above and below the elbows and knees almost finished my efforts. They could move around a bit with difficulty, but they really couldn't do very much.
Both boys were fully erect and there was no way that either of them could reach a cock so they just stuck out in the breeze, flying like a flag and dripping a bit of pre-cum. I hung parachute harnesses on both their nut sacs and then attached a short chain between then and started hanging lead weights from the chain.
The two slaves were told that they had to keep their legs apart and keep the weights in motion or I would start adding more and more weights. Each time they did stop, I added another pound until I had almost ten pounds handing between their legs. Their nuts looked like they were going to burst right out of their sacs and the grimaces of agony was something to behold -- I took a few photos and then left the boys standing there while I fixed myself some dinner.
After I had eaten I looked over at the helpless duo and smiled -- obviously they wanted to know if I was going to feed them, but they were well trained enough to know that if they voiced the question the answer would surely be 'no' and they were really hoping that I would break down and feed them.
I prepared for bed while they continued to watch, I could see David start to say something several times, but each time he stopped himself just before he started to speak. The tension within him was high, but he was remembering his station in life.
"Would you guys like some dinner?" I asked.
They both nodded their heads.
"Well, why didn't you say something? I can't read your minds you know."
"We aren't allowed to speak without permission, Sir," Willy said and David nodded again. "And you didn't speak to us so we didn't have that permission."
"Very good, okay perhaps you guys have earned the right to have something to eat." I put food on the table. "Why aren't you eating?"
"We can't pick anything up tied like this, Master," David said, almost crying.
"No I guess you can't," I said with a smile. I reached up as if I were going to start releasing them and then instead I dug my fingers into each boy's ribs, tickling them. Both boys started to giggle and as I continued my work on their ribs, the giggles turned into gales of laughter as they struggled to escape both from each other and me.
After another assault from my fingers, they lost their balance and fell to the floor. They tried to roll away, but there wasn't very much room and they couldn't escape; however, now that they were lying down I could attack my favorite tickle spot, one that almost no one can resist, the soles of their feet.
I squatted down over the boys, holding them in place while I ran my fingers up and down the soles of their feet as they tried to kick and squirm away to no avail. I was having fun and they were laughing in exhaustion before I finally had mercy and stopped my attacks. I hadn't realized that David was that ticklish or I suspect that I would have working him over regularly far sooner.
I released the two slaves and allowed them to have something to eat and then I really prepared for bed. Only this time I had two slaves instead of just one. I decided that they would sleep tied into a 69 position and I would fuck whichever one was closest to me. I have some specially built leather harnesses that make it extremely easy to tie two boys into a 69 in such a way that they are unable to extract the other boy's cock from their mouth. I like that as then when they have to pee in the night there is no choice but to give it to the other boy and since leaving a puddle on the floor would result in heavy punishment the recipient has no choice but to swallow.
Once I had the boys all properly locked into position I pulled out an extremely large butt plug, smeared it with a bit of KY, and slowly worked it into David's asshole. The helpless boy moaned through the flesh gag that filled his throat, but he wasn't able to say anything that I could, or wanted to, understand. When it was fully seated in the slave boy's rectum, I switched on the built-in vibrator and set it on high. The huge plug massaged David's prostate and brought his cock to an even harder erection deep in Willy's mouth.
Meanwhile, I applied a bit of KY to my own hard-on and began to fuck into Willy's lovely boy pussy. The last time I had had a chance to fuck Willy he had only been about thirteen so it had been quite some time and I felt like I needed to make up for the lost time by giving the boy a real hard ride.
Slowly I pushed the head of my rock-hard cock into his hole until it popped through the sphincter muscle and embedded itself into the hot, moist entrance to the bound boy's tunnel of love. Without pausing to allow him to grow accustomed to the anal invader I began pushing myself deeper inside, working in short strokes, each one pushing another half inch of cockshaft into the boy's bowels, until finally my groin pressed tight against his ass-cheeks. Only then did I stop for a moment before I pulled out until only the head was still captured by the grasping sphincter muscle.
Now with a slowly increasing speed I rhythmically began giving the boy's asshole the workout that it needed, massaging his prostate as he ground his own crotch against David's lips and pushed his cock into the back of the boy's mouth, attempting to gain entrance to his throat. On a full downward thrust his cock could just enter the approach to David's throat, but he wasn't long enough to actually push any deeper so there was no threat of him cutting off David's air supply even if he remained at full depth.
David at the same time was doing much the same thing to Willy -- David was spurred on by the vibration of the plug in his asshole that was giving his prostate a real workout.
"I think that I'm make this a sort of contest," I said. "I haven't decided if the winner will be the one who cums most often or the one who made him do it; however, the loser will spend the day in the cage."
A boy in the cage can barely move, as it is too small to sit, lie down, or stand up. Most times the boy is also bound in such a fashion that any sort of movement to try to relieve a cramp somewhere brings pain somewhere else -- in other words, it is a wonderful punishment device.
Both boys grunted and redoubled their efforts to make the other guy cum -- they both suspected that the winner would be the one who was able to hold back the best -- after all, most times a slave wasn't allowed to cum at all.
I continued to work my cock in and out of Willy's asshole, building up speed and banging away at his ass cheeks with my groin. I was enjoying this fuck and while I wanted it to last I was still reaching that point of no return very rapidly and I didn't feel that I really wanted to hold back -- I had lots to do in the morning so I was ready to go to sleep when I was finished.
"ARGH!" I cried as I felt my ball boil over and the cum start to work its way up and out of my fucking cock into the clutching asshole of the boy before me. I blasted my load deep and hard, enjoying the feeling as I pumped myself dry against the muscles that were working my cock as if they were fingers.
I relaxed a bit and reached around to the switch for the plug in David's asshole turning it off so that he might be able to get some sleep as well. I remained plugged into Willy as I fell asleep with the two bound boys next to me on the bed.
To be continued...
I hope you enjoyed this chapter -- chapter 6 is already in the works and I expect to have it posted next week. I want to thank all of you who have written telling me what you think of this story -- some of your ideas are rather interesting and I have added a couple to the story outline I have been working from. As for the rest, I will keep them in mind for some other projects that I have in the works. On the behalf of Cole, David and all the rest, thanks for reading!
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