Motorhome Slaveboy 06 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.
Chapter 6
It was morning and I could hear the two boys next to me once again working on each other's cocks, only this time it was urine that they were swallowing. They both knew that allowing even a single drop to hit the bed would bring punishments that they didn't want to experience [they were right about that].
After they had finished, I released them, allowing each of the boys to stretch and work out some of the kinks that had developed overnight. Next I sent them off to the showers -- I didn't want them smelling like urine and sex all day -- there was a chance that we would have to see others somewhere along the way.
While the boys were in the shower I saw Kenny and Barry headed out, Tim and Kent were sitting in the back seat and appeared to be dressed for general public appearances. They were headed for Reverend Johnson's church in an attempt to join the congregation.
After the three of us had breakfast I set the boys to work cleaning up all of the coaches, I told them that I would conduct a 'white glove' inspection and any dirt would be punished, severely!
They acknowledged my instructions and set to work. Meanwhile I went out, rented a cargo van, and set about stocking it with whatever I thought we might need to make this whole project work.
Shortly after noon Royce rolled into the RV Park, he set up in the space next to mine and then came over to see what he might do to help.
"Glad you could make it," I said. "I still don't know just how we are going to do this thing, but the more people available the better."
"Well, you are on a mission of 'mercy' and I've always been a sucker for things like that." Royce leered a bit as he said 'mercy' but his intentions were good and that was all that matter at the moment.
"Are you alone?" I asked.
"Now, what do you think? Am I ever alone for long?"
We both laughed at that.
"I've got a boy caged inside -- I picked him up hitching outside St. Louis and when I turned my back for a moment he started searching the coach. He decided that selling himself to me for a couple of weeks was better than going to jail." Royce laughed.
That was one of the better gambits Royce used to obtain new slaves -- sometimes after he had used the boy for a little while he would sell him, generally to someone in the Middle East, to augment his income.
"How about that new boy of yours -- ready to sell him yet?"
"No, I really think he's a keeper -- he has almost trained himself and that's something you don't get every day."
"To each his own, I guess. Come on over and let me show you what I have right now," he said.
We walked over to his coach, once inside he pulled back a square of carpet and opened a hidden trap door in the floor. Underneath there was a small steel cage that contained a naked boy, his hands cuffed behind his back and a full leather hood with blindfold and gag attached tightly locked on his head.
Royce opened the barred top and pulled the naked captive to his feet. It took the boy a minute to straighten out and stand on his own.
"How long has he been in there?" I asked.
"Only an hour or so, he was starting to complain about having to stay naked and cuffed so I decided to show him just how much more restricted his life could become." Royce removed the gag from the helpless boy. "Are you going to complain any more about being naked and cuffed?"
"No, uh, Sir," the boy said. "Uh, Sir, I need to go to the toilet real bad, please."
Royce led him into the small toilet and seated him. "Go and be quick about it," he snapped.
"What about my asshole, Sir. I need to take a dump, too."
Royce smiled. "He said he'd never been fucked so I put a butt-plug in him to loosen him up a bit."
I nodded, Royce's idea of a small butt-plug tended to be something that I would only use as a serious punishment device.
"Stand up, slave!" Royce commanded.
The boy did as he was told.
"Now, turn around and bend over!"
Again, the boy responded immediately.
Royce slipped his finger through a steel ring that stuck out of the boy's ass crack and pulled. The boy yelped in pain as he pulled a ten inch plug from the boy's abused asshole. The widest part of the base of the plug was close to 3½ inches in diameter and the entire length was streaked with a combination of dried blood and shit.
As the boy voided himself, I looked him over to see just what Royce had acquired. The boy appeared to be in his late teens, about 5'7" and 135 lbs. His dark hair was cut short and his uncut cock was about 5 inches, soft.
I nodded my head toward the boy, "May I ask him a few questions?"
"Go ahead, he's all yours for as long as you want -- I need to check a couple of things around back." So saying, Royce exited and left me alone with his new boy.
"What's your name, boy?" I asked.
"Arnie, actually Arnold, Sir. Arnold Cooper."
"Where are you from, son?"
"I live, uh lived I guess you'd say, in a small town in Michigan called Paw Paw."
"What do you mean, lived?"
"Well, I grew up there, but my mother died a couple of weeks ago and my step-father told me I was going to have to replace her in his bed or get out. I left the next morning as I didn't want to be his sex toy."
And now instead of a sex toy he's a sex slave, and destined to remain one for a long time to come -- out of the frying pan and into the fire. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
I took hold of both his tits and pinched them hard with my fingernails.
He gasped in pain.
"I'll ask just once more, I want the truth this time. Now, how old are you?"
"Uh, fifteen, Sir."
"That wasn't so difficult, now was it?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I don't like to lied to, ever. Why did you lie? Do you think that saying you're older will get you out of the situation you're in now?"
"I've been saying I'm eighteen ever since I left so that people wouldn't try to send me back, it's just a habit now."
"Did you actually try to steal something from Master Royce?"
"I didn't think he would miss a few dollars and I hadn't eaten in a couple of days." He hung his head.
Knowing Royce as I did I suspected that if the kid hadn't tried to steal something he would have found some other way to get him into the cage -- Royce had always been creative that way.
"What's going to happen to me, Sir?" the boy asked.
"Well, that's up to your Master -- you are his slave now."
"He said it was only for a week."
I smiled but didn't say anything for a minute.
"He will release me after a week, won't he?" the boy asked, his voice cracking with fear.
"I don't know, that's up to him. You're not mine so I can't say what will happen to you; however, I suggest that you not mention anything about how long you're here and do exactly whatever it is that you are told to do -- it will work out a lot better for you that way. Master Royce is a hard, but fair, Master."
Royce came into the coach. "Well, did you satisfy your curiosity?"
I nodded.
"I saw Kenny and Barry drive in. What say we see what they have found out?"
I headed out the door as Royce pushed the butt-plug back into the helpless boy and then strapped him into a straight backed chair he kept for that purpose.
We all met up in my coach, I opened some beers and turned on the air conditioning -- it was beginning to get hot outside.
"Well, I guess we're officially members of Reverend Johnson's flock," Kenny said with a big smile.
"Where are Kent and Tim?"
"Oh, they were part of how we got to join the flock -- we told Johnson we were neighbors and had caught our sons doing unnatural things together. We said we had heard that he had ways to deal with that sort of thing and we wanted to cure them of their wicked ways before it was too late." Barry smiled as Kenny told the story. "He bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Told us he was going to have a public punishment session that evening and he would start them on the way back to Christian values right away.
"We left the boys with him -- he has a cellblock in the basement of the church where there were already several other boys and even two girls. All of them were naked and had their hands tied behind them 'to prevent any improper behavior' he said. The boys were told to strip and then their hands were tied and they were placed in two of the small cells.
"He had us take their clothes with us -- said that when the service was over they would be returned to us in a proper Christian cloak."
By this point, we all were smiling at the hypocrisy of the whole thing.
"Did you see David's brothers while you were there?" I asked.
"I don't know for sure, but there were two boys who were obviously twins in two cells -- he didn't introduce us."
"It will make things easier if they are there as victims, that's for sure," I said.
Barry pulled out a diagram he had made of the church and the cells in the basement and we all gathered around the table and started working out just what would happen that evening.
By four o'clock Willy and David had finished all their cleaning and I had done my inspection. Try as I might I couldn't find anything to complain about -- either I was losing my touch or they were really that thorough.
Right after my inspection Master Karl rolled in with his special rig, now we were all assembled and it was time to put this thing into gear. According to what Barry and Kenny were told, the boys were delt with first -- then they were returned to the cells and the girls were taken up to the punishment pit. The punishments were delt out just as David has told us it was done back in West Virginia so it would be extremely easy to capture the entire event on video with the two miniature cameras that Barry and Kenny would be carrying. They would get to the church a bit early so that they could be sure to have a clear line of sight to the action.
There was a door that leads directly into the cell area of the basement from the alley in back of the church, the door from the parking lot on the side only opened into the common rooms. Karl loaded Willy into the trailer and headed out to park in the alley behind the church, as close to that door as he could get. Meanwhile Royce and I took the dungeon coach with David and Arnie and parked at the corner where we could record the signals from the TV cameras.
Once the boy's punishment sessions were finished and they were returned to the basement, we were going to go in and remove all of them, putting some in the trailer and some in the coach. At the last minute I decided to take David into the church with me -- I figured that with him along there was less of a chance that the boys would make noise that could be heard up in the church.
Royce and I settled down to watch the video as it happened inside -- the Reverend Johnson was in rare form -- I could almost feel the fire and smell the brimstone as he started to preach up a storm about the sins of the flesh and how they had to be stopped before they got out of hand.
Finally, the boys were brought up to stand before the assembled congregation. Kent was the very first to be tied to the pillars while Tim stood next in line.
The audio wasn't terrific, but we could understand what he was saying as he read out the list of claims against the boy before pronouncing his sentence.
"These first two boys are the sons of two new members of our flock -- they have lived next door to each other for many years and have been found offering themselves to each other in ways that is condemned by Holy Scripture. Do you have anything to say for yourself, son, before I pass sentence?"
Kent stood silent, staring at the floor.
"Very well then, he is to be given twelve strokes of the paddle."
Kent stood silent as the Reverend gave him twelve of his best. I would have been disappointed if he had said anything or cried out as that was far less than Karl tended to give him at night on general principles.
Next Tim was brought forth with the same condemnation and also sentenced to twelve strokes. Again, there was no reaction from the boy and I could see the Reverend's look of exasperation -- he wanted to make these boys cry and not succeeding was really pissing him off. The last couple of strokes on Tim's ass were extremely hard and even broke the skin as a small trickle of blood ran down his left leg.
A couple more boys were brought to the front and each was crying even before the entire five stroke sentence was administered.
Now Able and Joseph were brought to the front -- a few members of the congregation could be heard whispering to one another. "Yes, these are my sons," Reverend Johnson said from the pulpit. "Their behavior lately is far better suited for Sodom and Gomorrah than a good Christian family in Tulsa. Do you boys have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked.
Instead of looking toward the floor like they had been told they looked directly into their father's eyes and defied him by shaking their heads 'no' -- they had been told exactly what they were to say and now they refused. While he couldn't reveal that he had tried to coach them so that they would be spared a severe sentence, he could punish them for their defiance.
"Each of you is hereby sentenced to twenty-five strokes of the paddle every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until you are ready to repent and properly apologize for your actions before the entire congregation."
Josh was tied to the pillars and one of the deacons took up the paddle, Reverend Johnson didn't want anyone to say he was too soft on his own boys. The man brought the paddle down on Josh's bare ass with a mighty CRACK!
"That's one, sir," the boy said with a note of defiance in his voice.
CRACK! The paddle struck again on almost the same spot.
"That's two, sir."
CRACK! The paddle struck again and again while the boy counted the strokes until finally there was a mighty final CRACK!
"That's twenty-five, sir," Josh said, still defiant, but now his voice was starting to crack with the pain in his ass.
"Take him down and put the other sinner in his place," Reverend Johnson said.
Joseph was tied between the pillars and given one more chance to repent. When he stood silent, another deacon took up the paddle and started on him much as had been done to his brother. Joseph counted off the strokes, but you could feel the defiance in his voice even over the poor video connection.
When Joseph's punishment was finished another boy took his place and then another until all twelve of the boys from the cells had been paddled and were now standing naked before the congregation.
"Cover their nudity with the cloaks," Reverend Johnson said, "except for my sons -- they will be staying in the cells to await their next punishment so they won't be needing any coverings."
All of the boys' hands were cuffed behind them again and then white cotton cloaks were draped over all of the boys except for Josh and Joseph. The boys were led down to the cells and the two girls were brought up. It was show time!
I fired up the coach and pulled into the alley directly behind the big rig. By the time Royce, David and I had made it to the church door Karl had broken it open and along with Willy was inside the church.
Opening the cell doors was no trick as they didn't even require a key -- since those inside always had their hands tied behind them and they couldn't reach the latch there wasn't any real locks on anything. Quickly the cells were opened and the boys herded out into the common area. A couple of the boys started to cry out but a glare from Royce was all it took to quiet them down. Joseph and Josh saw David at the same moment and started to say something, David put his finger to his lips and his brothers shut up.
Karl released Tim and Kent and then we herded all of the boys toward the back door and out to the waiting vehicles. David directed his brothers and two of the other boys to the dungeon coach while Kent and Tim helped Master Karl and Willy herd the rest into the semi-trailer. In less than 90 seconds we had everyone aboard and were headed out into the night.
Back in the RV Park, we settled in for the night. While we didn't think that there would be any alarm raised, we didn't want to call any attention to ourselves by leaving in a big hurry late at night. I had left a note tacked to the open door of one cell, addressed to Reverend Johnson, telling him that we had the entire punishment session on video and if we even heard anything about the missing boys, we would send copies of the tape to the authorities and the media.
Kenny and Barry had remained until the girls had been given their punishments and taken back down to the cells. A moment later the deacon rushed back upstairs and whispered something to the Reverend just as he was about to end the 'service.'
"The penitents from today's services are going to spend tonight here to give some more serious thoughts and prayers to their misdeeds -- their parents should come back tomorrow afternoon to pick them up," he said.
Not a single voice was raised in protest -- he had complete control of those people.
As they were leaving Barry asked if keeping the children overnight was a common thing after the punishments had been administered.
"It's never been done before," one older member of the congregation, but then Reverend Johnson knows what he is doing so I'm sure it is for the best."
Reverend Johnson was standing at the door as the congregation filed out, shaking hands and assuring some worried parents that everything was okay and that a bit more prayer would be good for the penitents.
"I was planning to take off for a short vacation this evening," Barry said to him, "do you think that you could make an exception and allow my boy to come home with me tonight?"
"If I did that, I would have to do it for everyone, and the sinners need to spend more time thinking about what they have done and praying for the guidance to avoid doing such things again."
Barry nodded his acceptance of this and joined Kenny out front. They walked to their car, trying to hold in their laughter at the hogwash that old hypocrite was spouting.
David came out to me by the campfire pit. He was still wearing the cut-offs and ragged T- shirt I had given him for tonight adventure -- he looked so sexy I wanted to throw him down on the picnic table and rape him right there, only there was too much of a chance that someone would see us to allow me to do that.
"Sir, uh, I think you need to come inside. My brothers are trying to cause problems, I think."
"Okay," I said and followed him to the dungeon coach. Royce, Kenny, and Barry had joined Karl in the trailer to divide the remaining boys between them.
When I entered the coach I was assaulted by the sounds of boys crying and demanding that they be released. As I counted heads, I noted that Royce's latest boy was still in one of the cages, which meant that I had five prisoners at the moment. I sent David over to the trailer to ask Royce what he wanted to do with Arnie.
"Okay, everyone shut up!" I shouted. Suddenly there was silence. I turned to Josh and Joseph, "The less you guys say, the better off you will be." A look of fear replaced the looks of defiance and they settled into a corner of their cages.
"Arnie, I've sent my slave to see what your Master wants to do with you," I said and Arnie also settled into a corner of his cage.
Now you two," I said pointing at the new boys, "I haven't decided just what I'm going to do with you, I guess that sort of depends on you."
When we brought them into the coach, we had taken the cloaks off them and then placed them in cages where all they could do was stand erect. I looked them over closely and liked what I saw.
I pointed to one of them, "Okay, what is your name, boy?"
"Michael Tuxford," he said on the verge of tears.
"And how old are your Michael?"
"I'm twelve," he said as tears started to flow.
"There is no reason to cry," I said, "you are safe here with me now, and if you do everything you're told to do, as soon as you're told you don't have to worry about being hurt."
Michael stood about 4'9" and about 100 lbs. He was blonde with somewhat long shaggy hair. Just a few curly blonde hairs were growing from his crotch above his 3 inch cut cock.
I turned to the other boy, "Now, what's your name?" I asked.
"I don't have to tell you, you're not anything to me," he said with a lot more bravado then he had any call to show.
"Actually, you have to tell me anything I want to know. In case you didn't notice you are a prisoner in that cage and if I feel like it you can stay right there until you die of either starvation or thirst, whichever comes first. Now, tell me your name."
He stood there mute and defiant.
"His name is^×" Michael started to say, but I cut him off.
"I didn't ask you what his name was, I asked him -- and he will answer or he will wish that he had."
The boy stood there silently, still defying me to do anything about his actions. He stood about 5'8" and around 150 lbs. I guessed him to be perhaps 16 and it looked like he had plenty of muscle on him. He was a natural redhead as his ample pubic bush was just as bright a red as the hair on his head.
I picked up a cattle prod from the counter behind me. "Do you know what this is, boy?"
Silence.
"Okay, I'll show you." I stuck the prod through the bars, pressing it against his groin and then I pressed the button for just a moment.
"YEOW!" he howled as he fell back against the back of his cage. His knees started to buckle but the narrow depth of the cage prevented him from falling to the floor.
I waited a moment and then asked again, "Now, what is your name?"
"M-m-my name is James Crawford, please don't do that to me again. I'm sorry, I'll be good and answer anything you want to know."
I smiled, sometimes you just had to get their attention, then everything worked out just fine. "How old are you James?"
"I just turned 16."
I picked up the cattle prod again. "I just turned 16, sir!"
He caught on. "I just turned 16, Sir," he said, "Please don't use that thing again."
"I will if I want," I said in my best gruff voice.
I was about to ask another question when Royce came into the coach followed by David.
"Your boy reminded me that I had left a slave over here." He looked down at Arnie, who was still blindfolded. "I'll tell you what," he said looking at the two boys standing before him, "I know you intend to keep those two." He pointed to the twins. "How about I leave the sneak thief and take the redhead, I have a weakness for them and he appears to have a bit of spirit -- just the kind I like to break."
I thought about it for a moment and then looked at James and Arnie -- not a bad trade I thought. "Sounds good to me -- I don't have time to deal with a defiant one right now -- enjoy."
I opened the cage; Royce threw a cloak over the boy and led him out of the dungeon.
I next opened the cage where Arnie was and pulled him out and up onto his feet. I removed the blindfold, admonishing him to be careful as his eyes were going to be sensitive to light for a little while, and then took off the hood that I handed to David.
"Take this over to Master Royce and then hurry back."
David left, and I turned to my four new boys -- I wasn't sure just want I was going to do with them -- it was going to be a bit crowded in my motorhome with all these slaves, but I was sure that I would be able to work something out. Since it was just the beginning of summer I had already decided that I was going to go and spend some time at my place up in the mountains -- it was very remote and a good place to engage in some slave training without any worry about anyone accidentally dropping in on me.
David's arrival broke my train of thought, directly behind him were Willy, Tim and Kent. David handed me a note: "Master Karl gave this to me," he said.
As I opened the note I heard the big rig start up and start to pull out of the park.
DEAR COLE:
FIRST OFF, I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING ME IN THIS LITTLE CAPER -- IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME SINCE I'VE HAD THIS MUCH FUN. I'M LEAVING NOW AS THIS RIG OF MINE IS PROBABLY THE ONLY THING THAT THERE IS EVEN A CHANCE OF BEING RECOGNIZED IN THE MORNING AND I'D JUST AS SOON NOT HAVE ANY HASSLE.
WILLY, TIM AND KENT HAVE BEEN BUSY CHANGING THE OUTSIDE DECALS ON THE DUNGEON COACH AS WELL AS REPLACING THE LICENSE PLATES -- THERE ARE PAPERS FOR THE NEW ONES AS WELL AS AN INSURANCE CARD, ALL LEGAL AND COMPLETELY HONEST, WILLY HAS PAPERS GIVING HIM PERMISSION TO BE DRIVING IT. NONE OF THE PAPERS CAN BE TRACED BACK TO YOU OR ME.
I FIGURE THAT YOU WILL BE HEADED FOR YOUR PLACE IN THE MOUNTAINS AND I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE TO PROPERLY HANDLE THAT MANY SLAVES IN YOUR COACH SO WILLY HAS BEEN INSTRUCTED TO STICK WITH YOU AS LONG AS YOU NEED HIM. TIM IS ALONG SO THAT HE CAN KEEP WILLY COMPANY ON THE WAY BACK TO CHICAGO; HOWEVER, HE IS YOURS TO USE FOR WHATEVER YOU WANT WHILE HE IS THERE. AS FOR KENT, HE IS A WELL TRAINED SLAVE TRAINER AND I FIGURE THAT YOU ARE GOING TO NEED A BIT OF HELP FOR A WHILE AT LEAST SINCE YOUR ONLY BOY IS RATHER NEW TO THE SCENE HIMSELF. YOU MAY KEEP KENT AS LONG AS YOU WANT HIM, I'LL BE OKAY AS MARTIN IS ALSO A TRAINER AND ONCE I GET HOME I HAVE PLENTY OF ASSISTANCE TO GET THESE THREE NEW ONES INTO SHAPE.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT HOW MUCH TIME IT TAKES TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO -- I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING SCHEDULED FOR THAT COACH OR THE SLAVES. ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT THEY ARE TO CONSIDER YOU TO BE THEIR MASTER AND OBEY JUST AS IF YOU WERE ME -- IF YOU HAVE ANY PROBLEMS LET ME KNOW AND WHEN THEY DO GET BACK I'LL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN, REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY DONE.
I ASK ONLY ONE THING -- IF/WHEN YOU DECIDE TO SELL ANY OF THE BOYS THAT YOU WILL USE ME FOR THE BROKER. I ASSURE YOU THAT I WILL GET YOU A MORE THAN FAIR PRICE.
I DO SUGGEST THAT ALL OF YOU HEAD OUT OF TOWN IN THE MORNING -- I SENT A COPY OF THAT VIDEO TO REVEREND JOHNSON, BUT I DON'T KNOW FOR SURE IF IT WILL STOP ALL OF THE PARENTS FROM FILING SOME FORM OF COMPLAINT.
BEST REGARDS,
KARL
"Did you finish the redecaling?" I asked when I finished the letter.
"Yes Sir. Everything is finished and we are ready for the road whenever you want to take off," Willy said.
I turned back to my new slaves, all four of them were watching me closely to see what came next. Michael seemed to be on the verge of tears while Arnie showed signs of wanting to say something.
I pointed at Arnie and said, "Do you have a question slave?"
"Uh, M-master Royce said that I would only have to serve him for a couple of weeks and he'd let me go, now he has left me with you. What's going to happen to me now?"
"He had no more intention of releasing you than I do -- the difference is that I don't plan to automatically sell you to some Arab who will start out by cutting off your balls."
Arnie shuddered, "He wouldn't have done that, would he?"
"He's done it many times in the past so I imagine he would have. For that matter I might sell you myself, it all depends on how quickly you come to accept your new station in life."
Michael spoke, "In school we learned that slavery was against the law all over the world so how can we be your slaves?"
"Take my word for it, you are a slave and a slave you will stay as long as I desire -- the law has nothing to do with it." I turned to Willy, Tim and Kent. "How about it, has the law done anything about your being slaves?"
Willy answered for them, "No Sir, Master Cole."
I could see tears starting to form in Michael's eyes. "Was your freedom all that good? Did you have any choice about being punished for just doing something that felt good? Were you any more than a slave in that church?"
"No, Sir." Michael answered.
Josh and Joseph had been keeping very quiet, now one of them spoke up, directing his question toward David. "We're your brothers, surely you don't want to make us into slaves, do you?"
"After the things you did to me, I think you would be afraid to remind me that we are related. Whatever Master Cole wants to do to you is okay with me and I'm happy to help."
I smiled, David was turning out to be a really good find -- I had already decided that I was going to put him in charge of his brothers, now I only hoped that he wouldn't be too rough on them to start out.
"Master Cole," Willy said, "Kent and Tim have something to tell you about the time that they spent in the cells in the basement."
"Well, come in here and spill it, boys. What happened there?"
"After Barry told the Reverend about our alleged misdeeds we were taken down to the cells, told to strip, had out hands cuffed behind us and were each put into a separate cell. Kenny and Barry were escorted down to see where we would be kept until the punishment session and were given our clothes to take with them. They were told that 'naked boys don't tend to try to escape.'
"Once they left the preacher came down and started opening cells until all of us boys were out in the common area. Now he brought out the two girls who had been caught having sex together. He said that the only reason they thought they wanted to have sex together was that they hadn't experienced a proper guy yet. Then he told us that what we needed to refrain from doing things with other boys was to see how much better it was with a girl.
"Since Tim and I were the new boys who had been 'caught' together he started with us -- the girls were forced down on their knees in front of us and required to suck us off. They tried, but their hearts certainly weren't in it and neither of us able to get off. When that happened he got mad, pulled down his own zipper and forced both of them to suck him. He shot a load into each girl's mouth, warning them that they had better not allow even a single drop to escape.
"When he finished he zipped up and headed out without returning us to our cells. He said that he didn't care what we did, we were all just a bunch of sodomites and we would be punished accordingly that evening. A couple of the boys were really scared, but the twins seemed to think it was all some sort of a big joke. They started telling everyone that he really didn't care what we did down there -- he only wanted to be serviced by the girls and since he was done we would be left alone until we were to be punished that evening.
"The twins came over to where Tim and I were standing and offered us proper blow-jobs. Never one to turn such a thing down we agreed and the two boys fell to their knees and really went to work on our cocks. This time it didn't take very long before we were rock hard and ready to cum. The kneeling boys realized that we were ready and sucked all that much harder, bringing us to a boil and then capturing our eruptions and swallowing them down, much like a starving man would attack food.
"After that all of the boys ended up doing one another while the two girls just worked on each other and watched the boys having their fun. The boy named James did try to hit on the girls but they turned him down cold and it was only after all the rest of us ganged up on him that he finally did suck a couple of cocks.
"Finally one of the deacons came down, herded the girls back into a single cell and led all of the boys up to a small room right next to the front of the church where we were to be punished. One of the deacons stayed in the room with us so nothing else happened there until we were brought out to be paddled."
That Reverend Johnson was even more of a hypocrite that I had thought, I just hoped that somewhere along the line someone would bring charges against him over the missing boys.
I decided that David should have a chance to spend the night with his brothers so I put the three of them in the large playroom in the back. David was told that he could do anything he wanted with them except release their hands -- I didn't want to take any chance on their escaping. The three were locked in the playroom and even before I had closed the solid door, I could hear the sound of a paddle rushing through the air and smacking against skin -- it was going to be a rough night for the twins.
I took Michael and Kent with me back to my own coach, leaving Willy and Tim to play with each other and/or Arnie. My last instruction was that they could do anything they wanted except fuck him -- except for the dildoe he was still a virgin back there and I wanted to take that cherry myself.
Back in my own coach I released Michael's hands and allowed him to stretch some of the kinks out -- I found out that his hands had been cuffed behind him for almost two days and that he hadn't eaten in that much time either. I put Kent to work preparing a light meal for all three of us while I sat down with Michael on my lap. I ran my hands all over his lovely 12-year-old body, paying particular attention to his three inch cock. I captured one of the lone pubic hairs and plucked it.
Michael winced, "Please don't do that, sir," he said.
"Why not?"
"It hurts and I only have a few."
"Well, you're going to have a lot fewer when I'm finished. You are now a slave and slaves aren't allowed to have pubic hair. I will pluck any hairs I see that I don't like and after tonight it will be your job to continue to pluck them so that your crotch remains as smooth as a baby's ass. If I find any long hairs on your body you will be punished, understand?"
"Yes, Sir," he said.
I found about a dozen more hairs that were long enough to be plucked in his groin and then a couple more under each arm. Once they were removed, he was smooth as silk and sexy as sin.
"What are you going to do to me now?" he asked.
"First I think I need to go over the rules with you; from now on you don't ask any questions without permission -- you are only to speak when spoken to except in a life-threatening emergency. In private, you will call me 'Master', in public 'Sir.' Except when I authorize it you will remain naked, regardless of who might be around.
"You are a slave, your eyes should always be focused downward except if instructed otherwise. You are now my property, I can do anything I want with or to you and you have no say in the matter whatsoever! If you behave properly I will treat you nicely, if not you will be punished and you can bet that it will be far more severe than what you were given tonight in the church. Do you understand?"
He sat there very still for a minute and then started to nod his head.
"Very good, now I think that Kent has finished in the kitchen so let's sit down and eat."
After we ate, I fitted Michael with a steel chain collar that I locked in place. "You will wear this at all times, the only person who may remove it is me. As long as you are wearing it you are my slave. Do you understand all of this?"
He nodded his head.
"If you do what you're told, when you're told, without any hesitation you will be treated well -- if you don't, you will be punished, in some cases severely. Any questions? You may ask them now or never."
He sat there for a minute, thinking about what he had been told. Finally, he decided that he needed to ask a few questions. "What kind of things will I be required to do, Sir?"
"Most anything, particularly sexually. I like to have sex with young boys, particularly if they are in bondage. You can expect to be kept in bondage much of the time as I like how it looks and your main job is to keep me happy."
"What about school?"
"You will be home schooled, by me, you won't be attending any public school. There is also a special high school for slave boys and I might send you there."
"How long do I have to remain a slave?"
"Quite possibly forever."
Michael's jaw dropped a bit in surprise; obviously, he thought this was some sort of short term game.
"If I decide to free you, I will; however, when you get older and are no longer of interest to me sexually I may decide to sell you to someone else who wants an older slave. In any case you will not have any say in the matter, you are a slave -- property -- you wouldn't ask a chair if it wanted to be sold, would you? The same holds true for a slave."
"What about my parents?"
"They can't really be all that concerned about you or they wouldn't have turned you over to that so-called Reverend, to be punished for things that are a normal part of growing up. If they do become a problem they will be presented with evidence that you have died."
It began to sink in that this was for real and permanent. His lower lip started to quiver a bit and it was only a few moments before tears started to flow. He sobbed softly for a few minutes while I just sat there and watched. When he stopped I handed him a tissue and told him to dry his eyes.
I turned to Kent, "How long have you been a slave?"
"Since I was ten years old, Sir," he said.
"And how old are you now?"
"I just turned 16, Sir."
"Have you ever tried to escape?"
"Just once, Sir, about five years ago."
"What happened?"
"Master Karl caught me before I had even made it off his property. I was beaten so that I hurt everywhere and then chained in the yard like a dog. For several months all I had to eat was dog food, I was not allowed to speak, I slept in a doghouse, and the other slaves were required to treat me like a dog. When Master Karl finally allowed me back into the house I was still not only his slave, but had to serve all the other slaves as well. It was almost three years before I was allowed even one minute without being chained up in some fashion."
"Would you try to escape again if you had the chance?"
"I've had many chances, I don't want to escape. Master Karl is good to his slaves as long as we behave. This fall he says that he is going to send me to the slaveboy high school -- he wants me to go to college and become a doctor. Then I will be able to provide medical care for slaves without any questions being asked."
"What about your family?"
"The only family I have is Master Karl and his slaves -- they are the only family I need -- they love me."
"Thank you, Kent." I turned to Michael, "And now the only family you have is me and my other slaves.
Michael didn't look all that convinced, but I didn't care, he wasn't going to be allowed any freedom for some time so I rather doubted that I'd have any problems with his trying to escape.
"The meal you just ate will be the last one you have sitting at a table for some time -- slaves aren't allowed to use furniture except when directed by their Master. You will consider Kent, Tim, Willy and David to be your superiors and you will do as they direct except if it conflicts with something I have told you to do."
"What about Josh and Joseph, Sir?" he asked. It sounded like he was going to be a good slave; already thinking like one was the first step.
"I haven't decided what I'm going to do with them yet; however, they won't be in any position to give you any orders and if they try you are to ignore them and then tell either David or me at once."
He nodded and got up off the chair on which he had been sitting.
"Very good," I said as I took his hand and pulled him over to sit on my lap. "Now, there are a couple more very important rules you have to remember."
He looked up at me, a slight bit of fear in his eyes.
"You are not allowed to touch yourself sexually without permission. Likewise, you must not cum without permission. If you are caught playing with yourself you will be punished and then your hands will be tied in such a fashion that you can't do it again. If need be, I will place you in a chastity belt. I guarantee that you won't like it as it is extremely uncomfortable."
"Yes, Sir."
"This means that you are not allowed to touch yourself even when you pee -- if you can't aim well enough to hit the toilet standing up you will pee sitting down!"
He smiled a bit and when he did, his face was delightful.
"Now it is time to go to bed. Tonight both you and Kent are going to sleep with me. You are going to learn how to sleep with your hands cuffed behind you -- it is something that you will be doing almost every night for the rest of your life."
I nodded to Kent and he locked a pair of leather cuffs on the naked boy's wrists, locking them behind him.
"Kent, show him how you undress your Master without the use of your hands."
Kent dropped to his knees before me as I stood up. Using only his teeth he opened first my belt and then my pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. Next he pulled down my underpants and when they were around my ankles I stepped out of them.
Quickly, he picked up the clothing, folded it carefully and placed it on a chair. Now he worked open the buttons on my shirt and when it fell to the floor, he picked it up and placed it on the chair as well.
How I placed my hands on Michael's shoulders and pressed him down to his knees as well. I directed his head to my groin, where my cock was already raising to the occasion.
"You need to suck on that cock, make it good and wet as your spit is the only lubrication there will be when I fuck Kent and if he is hurt you will be punished for not doing a proper job."
He opened his mouth and began to lick at the purple head of my now fully erect cock. It was quickly obvious that he had done this before as he seemed to know his way around an erection without any additional instructions. Slowly he took the mushroom-shaped cockhead into his mouth, stretching open as wide as he could to get it completely inside. A couple of times he struggled against the cuffs that bound his wrists in an attempt to use his hands to help guide the invading man-pole, but he rapidly recognized that there was no way he could bring his hands into play.
His hot, moist oral cavity felt delightful and it was almost as tight a fit as any anus I had ever fucked. Now he tried to work his way down the shaft only my cockhead soon banged up against the back of his mouth with several inches of the rigid shaft still outside. Since this was the first time that he had sucked my cock I didn't want to force myself down his throat -- there was plenty of time for that later on. So, I took hold of his head and just held him steady for a bit and then started to withdraw until his lips were once again clamped tightly around the glans of my member.
"You're doing just fine, I don't want you to do more than you are capable of doing this first time -- we will work on deep-throating late on," I said as I begin to rhythmically face-fuck the helpless boy before me. When I felt my nuts beginning to stir, I pulled him completely off me and smiled down at him. "You are going to do just fine."
I sat down on the edge of the bed, patting my hands on the mattress on either side of me. Michael looked at me questioningly for a moment and when I nodded my approval, he sat down. Kent sat on the other side and handed me a lock that I used to fasten his wrists to his collar so that his hands were locked behind his head. [All of Master Karl's slaves wore a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs at all times -- Kent and Tim's had been removed for their time at the church, but were reapplied as soon as they were back with us.]
I wrapped my arms around the two slaveboys and pulled them tight against my body in a big hug. I then lay down, pulling Kent back into my crotch so that my dripping erection started to paint itself up and down his ass crack. I centered my cock on his lovely rosebud of an anal entryway and started pressing forward, slowly working the head into his boy-pussy, lubricated by a combination of Michael's spit and my own pre-cum. At the same time, I directed Michael's head down toward Kent's hairless crotch where he automatically opened his mouth and took the slaveboy's rigid member inside.
"I want you to suck on him while he is being fucked, if he cums he will be punished, and if he doesn't cum in your mouth, you will be punished."
My rigid tool continued its relentless pressure against the gateway before it and finally the door opened and I was inside. Kent clenched his sphincter muscle tight around the base of the invaders head, attempting to trap it inside him forever.
Now, using a slow and steady rhythm I began pushing my fuckpole deeper and deeper into his guts until his asscheeks were pressed tight against my groin. Only then did I stop for a bit to allow the boy the opportunity to grow accustomed to the rigid invader. Then I pulled back until once again only the head was still inside of him. I began to increase the pace of my rhythmic strokes, pushing all the way in and then pulling back out, each stroke massaging his prostate and sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
Michael continued to work his mouth up and down Kent's cockshaft, bringing additional spasms of pleasure to the boy, sensations that no amount of training to only cum with permission could overcome.
My pistoning of my cock in clutching asshole, rubbing his joy button, combined with Michael's oral ministrations proved to be too much and with a mighty shout he couldn't stifle Kent shot his load of boycream into Michael's mouth just as I was starting to unload my jism into his waiting bowels. Michael was a bit overcome by the volume of fluids that gushed from Kent's spurting erection; however, he hung in there and managed to swallow down every drop, sucking even harder at the end to make sure that nothing was lost or wasted.
Sexually spent for the moment, I pulled Michael up onto the bed beside me so that I now was sandwiched between two beautiful, bound and naked young men. My mind was thinking of other things that I wanted to do with them, but I was really too tired and after I promised Kent that his punishment for cumming without permission would happen in the morning we all drifted off to sleep.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I wish to thank everyone who has written expressing their interest in this story and offering suggestions as to what they would like to see happen next. I have an outline for the story and I have added a couple suggestions to it in the last few weeks. As long as you, the readers, keep writing and telling me that you like what I have written I'll do my best to keep writing -- this is a labor of love and I have been doing it for my own enjoyment for many years. After a couple of friends suggested that I share with everyone I got up the courage to do it and you have seen the results. Again, thanks for your support.
I do have another series posted -- MY PAPERBOY -- I do hope that you will check it out as well. I also have a couple of unfinished gay novels that I'm going to have to try to finish so that they might be posted at some time in the future. The positive feedback I have received from my current posting has inspired me to go back to them as well. Now if I didn't have to work every day I might be able to get it all done. ?
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