Motorhome Slaveboy 08 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.
This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Chapter 8
Morning arrived with me still sandwiched between the two beautiful boys, Kent was still sleeping, but Michael was having a difficult time growing accustomed to having his hands tied behind him. I rubbed my hand over his silky smooth body, paying particular attention to his groin and the hard-on that pointed directly up toward his chin.
My own cock was erect, but I wasn't sure if it was from the sexy boys beside me or the fact that I really needed to take a piss. I decided it was the latter and sat up, assisting Michael to sit up as well. Kent continued to sleep, his lovely cock still lying flaccid against his thigh. I led Michael into the toilet where first I emptied my bladder and then I sat him on the seat so that he could do the same without releasing his hands.
Sitting there on the toilet put his head at exactly the same level of my still hard cock. As I leaned slightly forward, he automatically opened his mouth wide, patiently waiting for me to direct my tool to the moist opening. When my mushroom-shaped cockhead entered his mouth, he began washing it with his tongue, working over the tightly stretched flesh with a massaging action that was delightful.
The bound boy closed his lips around the glans of my prick, attempting to trap it inside the hot moist prison of his mouth. I allowed it to remain there, motionless, so that he might become accustomed to the fullness before I started to press forward, working the shaft deeper into his mouth until I felt the tip of my cockhead pressing against the back of his mouth. I felt that he was too young to start deep-throating so I didn't press any further, but just stopped for a moment before beginning to pull back out until once again his lips were tightly closed against the glans.
Now I began a slow, rhythmic fucking motion, pressing forward while I held his head in my hands until again I reached the maximum depth of his oral cavity. After another short pause, I pulled it back out and then began to slowly increase the speed of my fucking motions. I could feel my nuts begin to churn as my cum boiled and the pressure started building until with a loud yelp I felt the hot cream geyser forth from my hard member into his sucking mouth. Caught by surprise, Michael choked and gagged slightly before he managed to swallow the first shot of milky man-cream. He had barely swallowed the first load before a second shot of my juice flooded his mouth, overflowing slightly so that a couple of drops escaped and ran from the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
Michael gamely attempted to keep up with the flood of jism as I shot load after load of my spunk into his still sucking mouth. It was only when my reserve of juices ran dry that the captive boy was able to finish swallowing. When I pulled my now rapidly softening cock from his oral grasp he looked up at me, wide eyed, as if to ask if he had done okay.
"You did just fine, boy," I told him. I'm thinking that we may have to make this a morning ritual."
Michael started to speak and then remembered that he wasn't to speak without permission so he just smiled up at me and licked his lips.
When I stepped back out into the hall, I ran into Kent who was standing, waiting his chance to use the toilet. Michael and I stepped out of his way and then Michael watched as Kent managed to do everything he needed to do with his hands still secured behind his head.
I released Kent's hands and instructed him to prepare the coach for travel - I didn't want to stick around any longer than needed - there was still a chance that someone might squawk and figure out who it was that raided the church last night.
Meanwhile, I dressed and headed over to the dungeon coach to check on the rest of the boys. Willy and Tim had been up for a little while and were making things ready for departure. The twins were still in their cages, tied and gagged. Arnie and David were in the rear bedroom, asleep - David nestled directly behind Arnie with his cock resting in the boy's asscrack.
I turned to Willy, "Why the gags?" I pointed to the twins.
"They wouldn't shut up, kept telling me that I couldn't do this to them. Saying that they were going to tell their father and he would make sure I spent the rest of my life in prison and then the rest of eternity in hell. After a while it got tiring so I gagged them."
"That sounds like as good a reason as any," I said with a smile. "What about the two in the back - I thought Arnie was going to stay with you guys and David was going to spend the night working on the twins."
"Well, he did give them a rather severe workout, he required Arnie to assist - it was interesting to watch once Arnie got into it. I think with just a bit of training Arnie is going to make a really good trainer himself. He sure seemed to know how to apply the paddle to a bare ass." Willy smiled.
"Did you and Tim have a good time last night?" I asked, almost as an afterthought.
"Yes, Sir. It was the very first time that we've been allowed to just have sex together with no restrictions and neither of us tied up. Tim is a very sexy guy and he sure knows how to make his partner feel fantastic."
Tim smiled at me and nodded as Willy described their night together. It was all vanilla sex, but I could see that both of them had enjoyed it - perhaps I would allow it again before they had to head back to their Master.
"What about those two back there, what did they do? David didn't fuck Arnie, did he?"
Willy and Tim looked at each other, then Tim said, "I don't know for sure - we were up in the front bed when then finished. There was a lot of noise and some grunts and groans, but I don't know for sure what they were doing."
If ever I had heard a naked boy tap dance, this was the time. I didn't press him; I wanted to hear about what happened directly from David.
I opened the door to the room with a bang - both boys awoke with a start. Arnie's initial reaction as to attempt to cover his nudity, only there wasn't anything available. David just sat up, blinking his eyes, a bit disoriented.
"Uh, good morning, Master," he said.
"Are you guys ready to roll, we're leaving as soon as I get back to the other coach."
"Do you want us back with you?" David asked standing up.
"Only Arnie, I want you to stay here with your brothers."
I released the chain that had held Arnie captive and gave him a long cloak to wear while going between the coaches. "Go out into the front, I'll be along in a moment," I told him.
We both watched him pull the cloak over his body and exit, closing the door behind him.
"Did you have a good time last night with your brothers?" I asked.
"Yes Sir," he replied. "Arnie was a lot of help as well, he is extremely good with a paddle and he'd never fucked a boy before."
"Did you also happen to remember that he had never been fucked before, or that one of the last things I said was that he wasn't to be fucked - I wanted to save his virginity for myself?"
David stood there, his head bowed, silent.
"I'm waiting for an answer, slave!" I snapped.
"Uh, I don't remember, Sir," David replied in a soft and quivering voice.
"Well, I think you had better work on that memory then, perhaps as hard as I'm going to work on you tonight. During today's travel I want you to think about what you did and then write down what you think is the proper punishment. If I feel that it is enough, it will be your punishment. If I think it is not enough I will deliver double, or even triple, what I have already decided is required. When you are allowed to do things on your own you still have to respect the rules that I have set up in advance."
The naked slaveboy started to speak but I cut him off, "I don't what to hear anything - you have made a serious error and now it has to be corrected as best it can. I have nothing more to say on the subject." I turned and exited the room.
David followed me into the main room where his brothers were caged; they looked up at him and tried to say something that was rendered unintelligible by their gags.
"You may remove their gags, however, they are not to be released from the cages until we stop for the night. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," David said.
I handed Willy driving instructions for the day's travels that included CB radio channel changes if we had to communicate that way. "You need to follow me, but not too closely, I don't want anyone to know that we are traveling together. If for some reason I'm stopped and I haven't told you to stop as well, you are to just keep going to tonight's stopping spot. If you don't hear from me and I don't arrive by morning call your Master, he will tell you what to do."
"Yes, Master Cole," Willy said.
"There is no reason for you boys to wear anything while driving, no one can see far enough into the front to tell you're naked, but do keep pants nearby in case you have to get out quickly.
"Yes, Master Cole," both boys said.
"David will watch over the twins, they need not concern you; however, none of them are to be given any breakfast or lunch." David looked at me pleading but when I frowned severely he turned his eyes away and nodded his head that he understood as well.
Back in my own coach, I told Arnie that he could sit up front while Michael and Kent rode in the back. At first Arnie was a bit concerned about sitting there in the nude, but after we had been on the road for a few minutes he recognized that no one on the outside could tell he was naked. From time to time, I looked over at him and smiled - he was a lovely boy and I was going to enjoy training his as a proper slave.
Once we were out on the Interstate I told Kent to fix something to eat and then sat back to enjoy the drive - the roadway was open, without too much traffic and we were making extremely good time. I could see the other coach in my rearview mirrors - Willy was doing exactly as he had been told and was staying far enough back that no one could say for sure that we were traveling together while still staying close enough that I would be able to see if he had to pull off for some reason.
We had to stop for fuel twice and evening found us in New Mexico in a small RV Park where we were going to have to be very careful as we had to take two spaces in the middle of everyone else. I provided the three boys from my coach with shorts, T-shirts and sandals and we brought dinner for the boys in the dungeon coach.
The twin's gags have been removed and they were keeping quiet for the moment. When they smelled the food we had brought they perked up, hoping that there would be something for them - they hadn't eaten in a couple of days and were extremely hungry.
Willy set places at the fold down table for everyone except the twins and David after I indicated that they wouldn't be joining us.
David handed me his suggestion for his punishment but I didn't look at it, I just folded up the paper and put it in my pocket.
"Arnie," I said, "Do you know where the cuffs and such are kept?"
"Uh, I think so, I watched David get them out last night."
"Okay, then find a set of cuffs and lock David's hands behind his back."
David looked at me questioningly, but to his credit, he didn't say a word and cooperated as Arnie snapped the steel cuffs on his wrists.
"Now place him in the cage next to the twins."
Again Arnie did as he was told, leaving David crouching just as his brothers were in a steel barred cage. There wasn't enough space for him to sit up, lay down or even start to get comfortable and with his hands behind him the only way to keep his face off the floor was to try to rest his head against the bars.
"Now, come over here and eat with the rest of us."
All of the naked boys stood eating the fried chicken I had picked up on the way into the RV Park while the three brothers could only smell the food and wish they were joining us.
When we finished eating, I turned to the twins. "I have heard all about the threats you were making before - and that's what they were threats, empty threats. You aren't in the position to be telling anyone what you will or won't be doing - you are my prisoners. I turn all prisoners into slaves, sex slaves. Just like your brother there. From now on, you are my property, I can do anything I want to you, any time I want to do it, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.
"If you learn your lessons well you will be treated fairly, if you don't I will make your life a living hell, and you can rest assured that I can keep it up for far longer than you can possibly stand it. You will give in; the only questions are when and how much pain must be withstood first.
"This coach is soundproofed, you can yell as loud as you want and no one will hear you outside this coach. Of course, if you do that the others in here are going to become extremely tired of listening to you and they will do something about it. You have already been gagged once, the next time the gag will be a lot more uncomfortable, as will what tends to come with them. We have lots and lots of vicious little toys available here and even more where we are going, so if you want to make your own life a bit easier you had best start doing exactly as you are told."
The twins looked at each other and then back at me. My face was serious and I wanted them to understand that I wasn't kidding when I said what I had just said.
"May I speak, Master?" David asked.
"Speak, slave."
"Abe, Joe, he means everything he says, believe me, I know. He has been extremely kind to me; however, I made an error last night and now I'm going to have to pay for it, and you will witness my punishments."
"You are correct; however, your punishments will be delayed a bit until we reach our destination, tonight you will just stay caged like your brothers and think about if I find your punishment suggestions severe enough or not.
"Arnie, Kent, the two of you are to stay here and watch over our three caged boys. If they make too much noise, gag them."
Kent and Arnie nodded their heads in understanding.
I fastened a length of chain to one of Arnie's ankles, passed it through a ring that stood out from the floor and then fastened the other end to Kent's ankle. "One or the other of you can make it as far as the toilet, but not both together. You may bring the twins out for your pleasure, but only one at a time." I turned to the twins, "And if the one who is out of his cage does anything wrong, or tries to escape the other will be punished twice as severely."
I turned to Willy, "You and Tim can use whichever bedroom you wish for the night, and again you have no restrictions."
Willy smiled at me, "Thank you, Sir."
"David, tell everyone what you did to earn your punishment."
David stalled for a bit, then seeing that I meant what I had said replied, "I heard Master Cole say that Arnie was not to be fucked and I did it anyway."
Arnie started to speak, "I really wanted him-"
"What you want is of no concern, you are a slave. What I say is the only thing that counts and the sooner you learn that the better. I appreciate your attempt to help your friend; however, he made the error and he will have to pay the price, period! If you attempt to mitigate his error you will only bring punishment upon yourself while doing nothing for him."
"Uh, yes, Sir."
"Now, it is time to go to bed. We have another long day tomorrow and then we will have reached our destination where we can stay put for a little while."
I motioned to Michael that we were leaving and he slipped back into his shorts and T-shirt. I locked the door behind me and escorted Michael back to my personal coach.
"Where are we going tomorrow, Master," Michael asked once we were back in my coach.
"I have a place up in the mountains - it is about twenty-five miles from the nearest neighbor and a perfect place for slave training. We'll be there for a few weeks while I figure out what to do with you guys - I hadn't really planned on having so many slaves at one time."
Michael nodded his understanding and undressed. Once he was nude, I cuffed his hands behind him with leather cuffs and the two of us climbed into bed. I was tired after a long day on the road and wasn't really into any real scene -- I just wanted to get some sleep before tackling the mountains in the morning. Michael worked his way down on the bed until his face was directly in front of my crotch.
"Master, would you like me to suck your cock until you fall asleep?" he asked in what could almost be called naïveté.
"A very good idea slave," I replied as I adjusted my position to allow him full oral access to my cock and balls. "Just don't forget my balls."
"Yes, Master," he said as he started washing my nuts with his tongue.
He worked his tongue all around my nut sac, taking first one and then the other ball into his mouth and sucking on it as if he were going to obtain my juices directly from the manufacturer. On a couple of occasions, he attempted to take both balls into his mouth at the same time; however, his oral cavity just wasn't large enough to accommodate them both. After he had washed all of the flavors off the nut sac he started working his way up the rigid cock-shaft, licking and massaging it with his tongue, leaving it with a glistening coat of his saliva which would allow the shaft to slide more easily into his mouth when he finally reached the cock-head.
At last he reached the very tip and after attempting to insert his tongue into my piss slit, he opened his mouth wide and engulfed the mushroom-shaped cock-head, accepting the tightly stretched flesh of the invading member and then closing his lips tightly around the glans to imprison the invader in the hot, moist confines of his oral cavity.
Bracing himself as best he could considering that he did not have the use of his hands, the naked slave-boy began to slowly slid his lips down over the rigid fuck-pole that passed through his lips, again working his tongue around the shaft as the cock-head pressed forward until it managed to reach all the way back to the opening of his throat. His natural gag reflex caused his to choke a bit and he pulled back just slightly until he was once again control of the situation and then he pressed forward once more. This time when the tip of the cock reached the opening to his throat he pushed himself forward until the head had passed the entranceway and was embedded deep in his throat and the muscles that were trying to swallow the large invader were actually providing a most appealing massage on my sensitive cock-head.
The handcuffed slave-boy held the cock deep in his throat until he was almost ready to pass out from lack of oxygen and then pulled back to gulp down several breaths of fresh air in what could be best described as gasps before he once again pushed himself down until his lips and nose were buried in my pubic patch.
I reached down and with one hand held tight to his head while the other massaged his throat, feeling the fullness caused by my erection as he plugged his throat. This time when he attempted to pull back for more air, I held his head in place for just a moment longer, causing him to panic a bit as he struggled for air -- the contractions of his throat as it attempted to expel the invader bringing even more sensations of pleasure to my already overloaded cock.
I allowed him to pull back, completely releasing my hard-on momentarily, to draw a number of full breaths before I stuck my erect member back into the hot, moist hole and began to face fuck him. I began slowly and then started to increase the pace until the rhythm of my fucking reached a maximum of pleasure and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I shot my load of hot, creamy juices into his sucking mouth. The cum began to boil in my balls and the nut sac started to draw up tight against my scrotum -- he a sharp yelp of pleasure I shot the first scalding load of jism across his tongue and directly down his throat.
He swallowed like the champion cocksucker I knew he was to become and had most of the first load down before the second blast left my straining cock and entered his sucking mouth. Blast after Blast of my milky man cream exploded from my price and found its way down his throat into his belly and he didn't appear to be allowing a single drop to be lost. It was only when I had finally exhausted my reservoir of juices and he pulled back to lick his lips that I saw that there were a few drips that had escaped from the corners of his mouth, and these he managed to lick up with his tongue.
I reached down, grasped him under the arms and pulled him up until his face was directly in front of mine. "You are already an expert cocksucker -- where did you learn how to do it so well?" I asked.
He hesitated a moment before he replied. "I have an older step-brother, he's 21, and we have had to share a room. He didn't like to have to share a room with his 'baby brother' and made sure that I knew it. The only way that he would leave me alone was for me to suck his cock every night after he came to bed. When he would have to stay home and 'baby sit' for me, he would have some of his friends over and I would have to suck them off as well. One time when our parents were gone for the weekend he had a whole bunch of guys and girls over for a party -- he had me naked, handcuffed and blindfolded in one bedroom where all the guys would come in and use me to get off if they couldn't get any from one of the girls. A couple of times the guys brought a girl in with them telling them to watch how I sucked them off as that was what they needed to do in the future. It was all kind of sexy and I wished that I could have seen just who I was sucking -- as it was, when the party was over and I was released I went into the bathroom and jacked myself off, shooting the biggest load I had ever shot, into the toilet."
I had had the feeling that Michael was a natural slave and now I knew why -- I didn't think he would take too much, if any, real training. I could see that the biggest problem I was going to have was to actually decide to sell any of these boys. I was sure that David would want to keep his brothers and I had really become attracted to Michael and Arnie -- the question was: 'could I afford to keep them all?'
I wrapped Michael in my arms, pulling him closer to me and the two of us drifted off to sleep. My last waking thoughts were about what I was going to do with the boys once we reached my place in the mountains.
To be continued.......
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