Motorhome Slaveboy 07 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 7 David's Revenge
When Cole left with Kent and Michael, his last words were that he was leaving David completely in charge of whatever was to happen that night. Willy gave a bit of a questioning look but Cole ignored it and left.
David stood in the middle of the playroom, surveying all that had been left in his care. Honestly, he was a bit worried that he wasn't ready for this much responsibility; however, he did want to get back at his brothers for the way they had treated him for the last two years. First, he opened each of the toy cabinets to see just what kind of things were available -- he didn't even know what some of them were used for, but all of them looked like they could be painful and that was a good start.
Willy stepped to his side and whispered softly, "I know Master Cole left you in charge and I will do whatever you tell me to do; however, if you want any suggestions or are unsure exactly how to use anything here I am here to help."
David thanked him and then turned back to the toy cabinets, already he had an idea or two.
"Pull those two out of their cages," he said pointing to his brothers.
Willy and Tim unlocked the two cages and pulled the twins out and to their feet. Their hands were still cuffed behind them and after having been in the small cages for a few hours their legs weren't ready to support them very well.
The twins were held up next to one another and David stepped up in front of them. He took hold of both boys' right nipples and started to pinch as hard as he could, pressing with his fingernails until a single drop of blood appeared on each helpless boy's chest.
"You guys take hold of the other ones and pinch just as hard -- I want them to remember something."
Willy and Tim did as instructed.
"Please Josh, I'm your brother," one of the twins said, "We should stick together, we're family."
David slapped him across the face with his open hand. "That's no longer my name and when I was disowned all our family ties were severed," he said with a snarl. A large red blotch appeared on the struck boy's face.
"You are now a slave, the lowest of slaves as you are a slave to a slave. You will call everyone 'Sir' at all times except for my Master whom you will call 'Master'! You will do ANYTHING you are told by ANYONE at once or you will be punished."
Both twins shook their heads; they couldn't believe that this was happening to them.
"But, slavery is illegal, we learned that in school," said the other twin.
"Legal doesn't have anything to do with it. Everyone here is a slave and there is nothing that they can do about it. If you're lucky and obey your Master may be kind -- or he may be mean and beat you all the time just for the fun of it -- it is entirely up to your Master. In this case, your Master is me! And I have a few scores to settle for things in the past."
"But-but-but--"
David cut him off, "There are no buts, get accustomed to it, this is how it is, period!"
Willy and Tim smiled at each other, they knew that David had crossed an important line -- he would be both a good slave and a good Master.
David pulled a couple of long rawhide cords from a drawer and handed them to Willy and Tim. "Tie these around those two useless pieces of shit's nuts so that the sacs are stretched as far as you can stretch them," he said. "I don't want to dirty my hands on the like of them."
The two boys set to the task at hand -- it only took a minute for the two helpless boy's nut sacs to be stretched tight.
"Now hang these weights from them," David handed over lead weights to be attached to the nut sacs. "When the weights are secure, drop them."
The weights fell, pulling hard on the already abused nut sacs and the twins both let out gasps of pain.
"Gag them, I don't want to hear anything from them." He turned to the two captives, "You are going to wish that you had never taken advantage of me when we lived together -- real brothers wouldn't have done something like that -- now you are going to pay."
Arnie watched from his cell, hoping that he wasn't in for the same sort of treatment -- he wasn't sure that he could take it, not that he would have any choice in the matter.
"Open that other cell and bring out that slave out," David ordered. Tim quickly brought Arnie before David. Arnie was trembling a bit with fear, what was this boy going to do with him?
"Have you ever fucked another guy?" David asked the naked 15-year-old.
"N-n-no, Sir," Arnie managed to say through trembling lips.
"Well, you are going to get the chance now," David said with a smile.
"B-b-but, I'm n-n-not g-g-gay," Arnie stammered.
"So what? A hard cock has no conscience that I know of, and you're just another slave now, so you had better change your thinking. I rather doubt that you're going to have many chances to fuck anyone for some time to come so enjoy this occasion."
The twins were tied over a rail so that their ankles and wrists were tied to the floor and their butts were pointed at the ceiling. You could still see the results of the paddling they had received at the church.
David handed a paddle to Arnie, "Twenty strokes on the butt of the one on the left, and put everything you've got into it or you will replace him and receive forty."
Arnie looked at the paddle he had been handed -- it looked a bit like a short canoe paddle except that there were a number of large holes in the blade. He swung it through the air once and heard the sounds of the air whistling through the holes. He knew this was going to hurt, still, better the bound twin than him.
"Try to give an even number to each asscheek, but don't just alternate -- I don't want him to know where the blow is going to land until he feels it," David said as he took up a similar paddle and tested it with a couple of swings.
David nodded to Arnie and the boy took a massive swing that landed right in the middle of the bound slave's left cheek with a loud CRACK!
The helpless boy struggled against the bondage that held him immobile; however, he resisted the need to scream into his gag with the pain, he wasn't going to give his tormentors that satisfaction.
CRACK!
Another blow fell right on top of the first, leaving a large red blotch with small white circles across the abused cheek. Again, he suppressed the need to scream.
CRACK!
A third blow fell, this time on the other side, leaving it's bright cherry red imprint as the paddle was pulled away. Still, he kept his silence.
"Wait a minute, I don't think the message is getting through properly," David said to Arnie, causing the boy to stop his next swing in mid-air. David turned his attention to the boys who were bend helplessly over the wooden railing, kicking at the weights that still dangled from their abused nut sacs. "I can't hear you counting the strokes through those gags, we're going to have to start over."
The gags were removed. "Now, after each stroke I want to hear count it off and then say, 'Thank you, Sir, may I have another.' If I don't hear it, can't understand it, or if you lose count we will start over." David placed himself behind the other twin and with a mighty swing connected with the bound boy's naked ass.
CRACK!
The twin said nothing, resisting just as his brother had.
CRACK! CRACK!
Both of the helpless boys felt the connection of wood against their asscheeks.
CRACK! CRACK!
The paddles fell again, if it was possible, even harder.
CRACK! CRACK!
Tears were rolling down both boys' faces and then Able, his quivering voice very soft said, "That's one, S-s-sir, please may I have another."
"What did you say, slave?" David snarled.
A bit louder Able repeated, "That's one, Sir, please may I have another."
Hearing his brother give in shattered the last of Joseph's will to resist and he too said, "That's one, Sir, please may I have another."
David nodded to Arnie and they both let fly with another massive stroke against their helpless targets.
CRACK! CRACK!
"That's two, Sir, please may I have another," the two boys said in unison.
The blows rained against the already red and abused asses, pausing only long enough for the twins to repeat the mantra that they had been given.
CRACK! CRACK!
"That's nineteen, Sir, please may I have another."
David motioned to Arnie that this time they should try to cover both cheeks at the same time and with as much force as they could muster.
CRACK! CRACK!
"The twenty, Sir, please may I have another," the twins chanted in unison, both hoping that David would stop now that he had reached the stated twenty.
"They still want more," David said to Arnie, "my arm is getting tired, I guess we could have the others take over for another fifty or so don't you think?"
"Up to you sir, but they are asking for it," Arnie replied wondering if that many more strokes night not permanently injure or even kill the recipients.
"Please, Sir, you said if we counted them properly you would only give us twenty,"
"You asked me for another, didn't you?"
"Uh, yes sir," he was trapped, if he didn't ask for more they would start over and if he did ask for more he appeared to be going to receive them.
"Well," David said and then nodded to Arnie to give his victim another stroke while he did the same.
CRACK! CRACK!
Both bound boys yelled with the pain and then managed to say, "That's twenty-one, Sir, please may I have another."
"That's enough for now, but I'll remember that you wanted more and give them to you later." He put both paddles away and then turned back to Arnie. "Okay, I think he's about ready for you to fuck him, aren't you slave?"
"Sir," Able said through tears and quivering lips, "I've never been fucked."
"Well, then I think it is time that you were fucked and giving up your cherry to another slave is about the lowest thing I can think of." He smiled. "He's all yours, boy. Take him."
"What about something to grease him up?" Arnie asked.
"He doesn't deserve it," David said with an evil grin.
"But it might hurt me."
"True," David thought for a moment, "Willy, get Arnie some lube."
Willy lubed Arnie's cock and then did the same for David. After that, he inserted a greased finger into each of the helpless boy's exposed assholes.
Both bound boys gasped as the unexpected finger probed into a place where such a thing had never been before.
David stood behind his helpless brother and rubbed his erection up and down the crack between his cheeks, pausing momentarily at the rosebud pucker where he intended to insert himself. Arnie watched and then did his best to imitate David's actions.
The helpless twins knew that there was nothing they could do or say that was going to preserve their cherries, they were going to be fucked and that was that. The position they were in left them open and ready for almost anything, they couldn't even try to close their legs and keep an invader out that way.
David pushed his mushroom shaped cockhead against the resisting asshole. The sphincter muscle before him tried to close tight and prevent entry; however, the lubrication on David's cock as well as that which now coated the inside of the closed orifice was enough that there was no way to keep the fleshy invader from pushing through. In short order David's cockhead was housed in the hot, moist bowels of the helpless boy before him. Without waiting for his victim's rectum to adjust to the fullness it now felt he began to push forward until he managed to bury his member as deep as he could, pressing against the prostate as it passed.
When he reached bottom he reversed course and pulled out until once again only the head was still inside and the clenching sphincter muscle was grasping around the glans as if to prevent him from removing it completely.
Again he pressed forward, beginning to build a rhythmic fucking stroke which increased in speed with each change of direction until he was plunging in and out of the no longer virgin asshole with a velocity that brought his groin into contact with the red hot asscheeks with an audible slap and a whimper of pain from the helpless boy he was using for his own pleasure.
Joseph tried to tell himself that he wasn't enjoying the violation of his rectum by his brother, but his cock had grown quite hard despite the pain from the paddling, fucking and weight that was still hanging from his nuts. Each time that David's cock pressed against his prostate a spark ran through him as if he were attached to electric current. He worried that perhaps he was actually enjoying his situation.
Meanwhile, Arnie had watched what David was doing and tried to duplicate it to the best of his ability. Abel's sphincter resisted and Arnie was about to pull back, admitting defeat when it began to open and allowed his cockhead entry. Arnie had never felt anything as tight and wonderful on his cock in his entire life. The boy under him began to try to expel the invader and in so doing, he managed to massage the invading cock to an even harder state.
Arnie watched as David began to plunge deep into Joseph's rectum and then he followed along, doing exactly the same. He matched David stroke for stroke, bringing himself pleasures that he had never even know existed before.
Abel had stopped attempting to resist the invader and was just enjoying the new sensations that were flowing through his body. He now wished that he had been able to do something like this with Joseph in the past, as it appeared that they weren't going to be able to do much of anything on their own for some time to come. He only hoped that his brother, whatever he called himself now, would decide that blood was thicker than water and help them to escape to somewhere where they could be together and enjoy what he was learning now.
David and Arnie shot their loads into the bowels of the helpless twins at almost the same moment, each savoring the feeling of being the very first to have done so. A boy's cherry was something that could only be given away once; David had given his to Master Cole while Arnie had lost his to Master Royce who had then traded him away. He wished that he could have reserved it for someone who would have appreciated it.
Arnie was beginning to recognize that he was destined to be a slave, and that he had best accept it. Still, if it meant being treated as David was treating him right now it wouldn't be too bad. The question was what would happen next.
David was enjoying his mastery over his brothers, it was the first time that he had ever really be in charge of them and this time there wasn't anything that they could do about it. Just for the hell of it he kicked at the weights that were still hanging from their nuts, causing the boys to groan into their gags.
"Put them on the racks," he said to Willy, "I think they need to be a bit taller." He gave an evil grin as Willy and Tim repositioned the twins so that they were standing against the wall with their ankles locked tightly to the floor and their wrists stretched above their heads and pulled tight.
The weights were removed from their nuts and a cord was stretched from one helpless boy to the other through a series of pulleys so that if one boy attempted to relax some of the strain on his arms he pulled hard against the nuts of the other.
David turned to Willy, "You and Tim can climb up into the front bunk together, I'm going to use the main bed in the back tonight. I don't think I'll need any more assistance from you guys -- these two aren't going anywhere, that's for sure."
"What about--" he nodded toward Arnie, "will he be okay?"
"You're not going anywhere tonight, are you?" David asked the boy who was helping in the torture of the twins.
"N-no, Sir," Arnie said, not all that convincingly.
"Well, it doesn't make much difference, Master Cole locked the door from the outside, none of the windows will open and only I can open the gate to get at the driver's controls," Willy said. "If you're not going to put him back in his cage tonight, I suggest that you chain him up a bit just to be sure."
David nodded. Willy and Tim climbed into the bunk and slid the door shut -- they were going to enjoy the fact that David hadn't restricted their movements at all and spend at least part of the night exploring each other's body. During the trip down to Tulsa Willy had been ordered to keep his hands off Tim and concentrate on his driving skills so this was their first chance to be alone together with no rules.
David picked up two large feather dusters, handing one to Arnie. "These two are extremely ticklish and since they are still unable to do anything to resist I think this is the right time to see just how much of this they can handle."
Arnie looked at the feathers, he had never thought of something as light as a feather to be a tool for torture, but then he wasn't very ticklish either.
David approached his helpless twin brothers, stood between them and asked with a leer, "How does it feel now that the shoe is on the other foot?" He paused a moment. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" He made another wicked grin in his brothers' direction. "Maybe I should let you tell me all about it," he started removing the gags. "This coach is soundproofed so you can yell all you want -- no one is going to hear you, but if you're too noise I might have to put another gag in." He picked up a leather gag with a monster rubber dildoe attached. "How about this one?"
The twins didn't say anything; they just worked their jaws around a bit after having been gagged for some time.
"Okay, Arnie, you work on Abel, I'll do Joseph, I want them laughing until they are crying and begging for mercy -- then I think about giving them some, just like they gave me back in West Virginia."
Arnie wiggled the feather duster at Abel, at first barely touching the stretched out youth, then he moved in a bit and ran the feathers around between the helpless boy's legs, teasing his nuts and the tip of his cock.
Abel started to giggle and tried to pull away from the tormenting feathers, only he was securely bound and could only more his groin around a bit, only when he did that he caused the cord that passed from his bound nuts to the twin's to pull and this produced a very sharp pain for both the captive boys. Now Arnie gained some confidence in what he was doing and he switched to working the feathers around onto Abel's ribs and underarms. His victim lost control and began to laugh hysterically, pulling harder than ever on the cord between the two boys' nuts, bringing more and more pain as he struggled with the torment of the tickling from which he could not escape.
David worked on Joseph in much the same manner, bringing the helpless boy to tears while his body was wracked with gales of laughter. He also pulled on the cord that bound his nut sac to his brother's, creating even more pain for both of them.
David looked over at Arnie and saw that all of his reluctance to punish the bound boy before him had disappeared and he was really giving Abel a serious tickling that had Abel begging and promising him anything if he would just stop.
"Anything?" Arnie asked with another sweep of the feathers over his victim's stretched abdomen.
David looked at Joseph, "What about you, are you ready to surrender completely?"
"Please, anything you want, just stop," he almost cried through the laughter and tears that simultaneously poured from him as his brother continued the unrelenting tickling.
David turned to Arnie, "Let them rest a moment, then we'll see if they need some more convincing."
Arnie stepped back reluctantly, his 5 inches of uncut cock standing erect and dripping before him, he continued to wave the feather duster around, but as instructed he didn't allow it to touch the bound boy.
David eyed Arnie's cock, the boy's reaction to being allowed to join in on the torturing of the twins indicated that he wasn't really going to be much of a problem either -- perhaps he was just like David himself, a natural born slave.
When the twins had stopped laughing and caught their breath David told Arnie to stand between the bound boys and then pay close attention to what he was going to say.
"All three of you are now slaves, just as I am, the only difference is that not only are you slaves to my Master, but you are slaves to me as well. Abel and Joseph, you will also serve Arnie so you guys are truly on the bottom rung of the ladder. What this means is that from now on you will do whatever you are told by any of your Master's, regardless of what it might be, with no hesitation what-so-ever.
"Everything you think might be yours actually belongs to your Master, this includes your very body and life. If you do anything that causes any marks or disfigurements to your body, you will be punished severely. Master Cole owns all of us and he can do anything he wants -- including sell/trade us to another Master. We have no say in this matter what-so-ever!
"Any attempt to escape will be punished severely. Remember: to the outside world you no longer exist so he can even kill you if it pleases him -- the only way to make sure that doesn't happen is to be the very best slave there is.
"You two have promised to do anything if we will stop tickling you -- well the anything I want is for you to acknowledge your new status and understand what will happen if you do anything that violates it.
"Arnie, you already agreed that you were going to be a slave--"
"Yes, b-b-but, it was only to be for a couple of weeks," he said, a bit unsure of himself.
"Well, Master Royce traded you to Master Cole without any such restriction, I suggest that you just learn to live with what has happened -- it really isn't all that bad."
"What about you, how did you become a slave?"
"My father -- their father as well -- gave me to Master Cole, no strings attached. He didn't even leave me with any clothing. I am Master Cole's slave and I'm proud to serve him."
A tear formed in Arnie eye and he felt like crying, but he held on and managed to choke back the sobs. He didn't want anyone to think he was a cry baby. He thought a moment about the home that he had run away from, it wasn't somewhere he really wanted to go back to. He didn't know what might happen as a slave, but since he really didn't have much of a choice, he decided to make the best of it.
"I agree that I'm Master Cole's slave, now and until such time as he no longer want me, then he can dispose of me in whatever manner he sees fit," Arnie said with force and conviction.
"Okay, Arnie, you are now under me, but still above those two in order of importance. If I have my way, any new slave that Master Cole acquires in the future will still be able those two for some time to come. Now, what do you two have to say?"
The twins stood silent, David and Arnie picked up the dusters again.
"Stop! Please! I agree that I'm a slave to all of you, just don't tickle me any more -- I can't take it," Abel said.
"That's not enough, I need it from both of you or you both will continue to suffer. This is a package deal." David smiled.
"Please, Joseph, agree. If not for you, then for me -- I know I can't take any more -- this is worse than any of the beatings that we have taken before and you know it. Josh--I mean David's out brother, he won't let us be treated mean, blood is still thicker than water." Abel pleaded with his twin.
Finally Joseph said, "Uh, I agree -- going back to live with the old man isn't anything I look forward to either. I never saw myself as a slave, but if it's good enough for you and our older brother, whatever he calls himself now, I guess it's good enough for me, too."
David nodded. "Okay, now I'm going to leave you two just as you are for the rest of the night, I like how you look decorating the room."
"But how can we sleep standing up?" Abel asked. "We have agreed to everything, can't we be allowed to at least lay down?"
"No! Remember, you're slaves -- comforts are something you will have to do without. In the morning Master Cole will tell you all of the rules and remember, you are to always call him Master except when there are strangers around, then you call him Sir, but I don't think that will be happening for some time to come."
David took Arnie by the hand and led him into what had once been the main bedroom in the back of the coach, turning out the lights in the playroom where the twins stood, still pulled tight against the wall.
Once they were alone in the bedroom with the door closed Arnie asked, "Isn't there a chance that they will be hurt standing there all night?"
"Don't worry, Willy will come out and put them into a couple of cells in a few minutes -- only he will do it in a way that makes them think he is disobeying orders to save them and that will cause them to be more willing to follow his orders -- see everyone wins."
Arnie nodded -- obviously there were more things going on than he realized.
"Master Cole doesn't generally allow me to fuck anyone and I'm not allowed to cum without his permission either; however, tonight is special and I'm going to fuck you and if you do a good job on my cock I might even allow you to cum before we go to sleep."
David laid Arnie down on his back and locked his wrists to the top corners of the bed. Then he lifted Arnie's legs up and positioned them so that he could lock the now helpless boy's ankles to the same top corners, leaving his ass sticking up in the air and ready for a solid plowing.
"I'm in a good mood after working the twins over a bit so you are going to get lubed up before I enter you," David said as he applied a bit of KY to Arnie's exposed asshole and began working it inside the tight anus with first one and then two fingers.
The bound boy's sphincter tried to fight off the invading digit, but the KY made things far too slippery to resist the invader and all he could do was grunt as David began stretching the muscles, preparing the hole for the fuck-pole that was to follow.
When he felt that the tied teen was ready David withdrew his fingers and positioned his rigid member at the entrance, adding a bit of his pre-cum to the already ample lubrication. Arnie gasped a bit as David pushed himself inside, he had been fucked before but not very much and each time it still hurt. David wasn't as thick as Master Royce was, Arnie doubted that he could ever become accustomed to having someone that large fucking him all the time, but when he had pushed himself all the way in until his hairless groin rubbed against Arnie's ass cheeks the helpless boy felt that his bowels were fuller than they had ever been before.
When he reached bottom, David rested for a moment to allow Arnie to grow accustomed to the invading shaft before pulling it back out until only the purple plum of a cockhead was still trapped inside the clutching hole. Slowly at first and then with a steadily increasing rhythm, David began fucking the lovely hole before him. He wondered how long it might be before he had the opportunity to fuck two different boys on the same night again -- Master Cole had said that he was a slave and slave's don't get to fuck very often and David decided that he really enjoyed it almost as much as he liked to be fucked by Master Cole.
David's pistoning cock rubbing against Arnie's prostate provided the stimulation needed to bring Arnie to full erection once again, pre-cum dripping from the head of the cock that he couldn't reach, no matter how hard he might try.
David had increased his pace until the slap of his groin against the bound boy's ass cheeks sounded almost like applause -- David was ready to shoot and Arnie tried to tighten up his hold on the boy-flesh shaft that was pounding in and out of his abused asshole only to bring David just that much closer to his final moments.
With a loud moan of pleasure and a massive thrust that felt as if he were trying to drive his entire body into the asshole before him, David shot his massive shot of hot, creamy boy-cum deep into Arnie's stretched rectum, painting the walls inside with his seed. Arnie in turn felt this massive offering inside him and when it was combined with the massage that his prostate had been receiving, it was too much and he shot his load out onto his face, without anyone even touching his erect member.
Arnie opened his mouth and caught at least part of each shot of cum that he expelled -- the taste was different from that of the guys he had been forced to suck off before, much sweeter but still a bit salty. He wondered what David's cum tasted like but knew that he would have to wait for another session as David was concentrating on pouring every last drop into Arnie's bowels this time.
As his orgasm subsided, David collapsed onto Arnie, causing some strain on the doubled- over boy. Slowly his softening cock slipped out of the sheath that covered it in Arnie's rectum until only the very head was still held inside by the contraction of Arnie's sphincter muscle. David pulled back, finishing the withdrawal with an audible pop, and fell to the bed beside the boy he had just used to satisfy his own urges. He had never thought about it before because he had never had the opportunity to do so, but he really enjoyed being able to use another without the other person having any say in what was to happen to them. Could it be that deep inside he was really a Master and not a slave?
David released Arnie's wrists and ankles from the bed and then locked one of the boy's ankles to a somewhat longer chain that was anchored to a ring in the floor. Arnie could move around some now a little bit, even making it into the miniature bathroom, but he couldn't go more a few feet in any direction and certainly couldn't make it out the door to escape if he so desired. He wrapped his arms around his fellow slave and the two of them drifted of to sleep the sleep of the totally sexually exhausted where David dreamed about what else he could do to degrade the twins -- he was unable to think of them as his brothers any more.
In the background, he heard Willy move the twins into separate cages a few minutes later, but he wasn't really paying any attention to that at the moment.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, I had expected it to be done much sooner, but sometimes things happen and I just don't get things done as I would like. I expect there to be a bit of a delay in the next couple of chapters as well -- there is that little thing called making a living that sometimes gets in the way of my writing, but I'm already working on it.
I wish to thank everyone who has written telling me how much they liked this story and offering comments and suggestions as to what they think needs to happen. I'm working from a very open outline and I have changed the storyline several times when I wasn't comfortable with what was happening or someone offered a suggestion that seemed to fit better than what I was thinking myself.
Keep those cards and letters coming -- that is the only way that I know someone is reading what I have been posting.
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