(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)
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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
- Evan Morgan -- The Great Escape
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
A few tear drops ran down my cheeks. Looking back at the family estate disappearing in the distance as the black nine seat limousine we were traveling in exited the two massive iron-wrought gates decorated with the family crest, I wondered how my departure would be taken.
Of course, it was too late to turn back, and so this was it. I had made my decision, and it was unlikely I would ever be back anyway. I doubt father, mother or Noel would ever forgive me for what I was about to do.
Not that I cared that much about how Noel felt.
Looking across at Brad, his two brothers, August and Monet, I could see the fear in their own eyes as they each contemplated the danger we were all in. I tried to smile reassuringly at them all, but for the first time since I'd thought up this plan, I actually felt like a silly naïve 16 year old boy, a young boy trying to play in an adult's world.
I shivered as I considered how much risk I'd put them all in, but I tried to keep my thoughts fixed on what would happen to them if I didn't do anything. For me, it was time to put things right, and this was all I could come up with.
For the entire time Brad and his brothers were in my care, I had been doing a little homework of my own. I needed to know how my brother had enslaved them, how he had gotten away with it.
Using my computer and my access to the Internet, it turned out to be quite easy to discover the relevant details of all those involved in Noel's elaborate plan. For a supposed smart guy, Noel hadn't really covered his tracks all that well! The amount of e-mail footprints leading back to his deceptions was incredible, and none of it security.
So I was able to determine how he did it, and who was involved. It was an amazing list of `who's who' within high public office through to other disreputable persons involved from all sectors of local and state government.
But the biggest coup for me was access to all his banking details, every transaction, every payment he'd made to try and hide his duplicity.
And then I found the document outlining what he intended to do to me. I was shocked that he was planning to discredit me, have me enslaved and then secure as his the entire Morgan family fortune. Somehow, he'd worked out my little secret that I was gay, and he intended to use it against me.
Instantly I knew I had to get away. Not only that, I had to get Brad and his brothers out of there to some safe haven. The memory of it staggered my imagination the lengths Noel would go to get his hands on our family wealth.
Suddenly Brad slid across next to me from where he'd been sitting staring at me. He looked at me with a beautiful gentle smile on his face, probably trying to make me feel better, as I reckon he could see in my expression all the fears and concerns I was carrying.
He looked marvelous in the casual clothes he was dressed in and I couldn't help but think how extraordinarily sexy and handsome he was.
Instantly I felt so ashamed of myself, knowing I shouldn't be thinking like this, especially towards Brad and his two brothers. But when he put his arm around me and hugged me close to him, making me rest the side of my face against his large muscled chest, I knew he wouldn't be too angry at my silly stray thoughts.
"Evan, no matter what happens today or tomorrow, I want you to know, deep in my heart, I will always love you for trying to save my brothers and me." He said, and as he lifted my chin so he could look me directly in my eyes, and I felt my heart pound and shudder, I knew instantly I was deeply in love with him.
That's when I started crying. Soft little sobs that erupted from my throat, choking me as I felt myself losing control of my emotions.
How could I ever expect their forgiveness, especially after everything they'd all suffered at the hands of my big brother? And Sean! I had taken advantage of him too. I was no better than my brother!
And what Brad had just said to me. Yes, I believed him absolutely, his sincerity and kindness shone through his handsome features, and it was so like him to declare his kindheartedness and virtue at a time he could see I was so frightened. Yes, he would love me as a brother would, and even include me as one of his for a little while.
But it also struck deep inside of me, like a paring knife, because I knew I couldn't allow myself to love him without endangering the freedom of every one here. Anyway, I was a closet gay, too ashamed to come out, and I didn't want to declare my true feelings to Brad for fear of being overwhelmingly rejected by him and embarrassing him too.
When I had lain with him previously, it had been a means to break through his protective mental walls he'd constructed to save his sanity.
Unfortunately, where we were going, there may not be any slavery, but being gay was still not considered socially acceptable. You may not go to prison for it, but society would still frown down upon you for being a fag, a homo.
Besides, as Brad got better and he slowly put his and his brother's lives back together, he would most probably pick up his life from before he'd been enslaved, study hard, get back into football, and get a great job, meet many girls, and eventually meet a beautiful woman and marry.
As I considered all this, plus the fact I was now homeless and without family, it seemed rather weird how quickly things progressed from that moment on. Before we knew it, we were at the airport, checking in, and walking down the aisle in the `first class' section of the Boeing 787, being politely escorted to our seats.
Fifteen hours later, and we were booking into the executive penthouse apartments of the Le Grand Hotel.
One minute I was crying in the family limo, the next I was walking around our new luxury accommodation in stunned amazement, wondering how we'd gotten away so quickly and so easily.
I found the complimentary welcome bottle of very expensive champagne, and with Monet's help, we uncorked it and filled up five champagne flutes. Then gathering around, I raised my glass and looked up at every one of them.
"Well guys. I'd like to make a toast. Congratulations and welcome to your new home!" I said out loud, a big smile on my face.
Everyone was looking at me strangely, wondering what I meant. Immediately I went and got a file out of one of my travel bags, came back in and handed it over to Brad.
At first he stared at it cautiously, but he opened it and I watched as his eyes grew wide with incredulity.
"This says this whole apartment block is ours. It's got all our names on it!" he said in shock as he handed it over to Monet. Monet looked at it and then up at me, stunned that he was now part owner of one of the most expensive hotel chains in the nation.
"You paid $465 million for this! But... I mean..." Monet stuttered, and I rushed forward when he looked like he was going to collapse. Brad beat me to it and helped my old friend into one of the luxurious lounge chairs. Everyone was now looking at me with stunned looks on their faces.
"Of course I did. It's my money and I'll do what I want with it. Besides, I need to know that you are all very well looked after from now on." I said softly, a little embarrassed by their shocked response to me.
"Why isn't your name on here?" August suddenly said, looking up from the title deeds, and when he asked, all the others gathered around him to look as well.
"Well, I didn't want to impose on you all. You mightn't have wanted me to stay here, especially if it made you feel uncomfortable." I answered truthfully, hanging my head in shame. But then I remembered we had three more things to do, one of which was probably the most important of all.
Again I went and got out another file from the same travel bag,
Asking Monet to help me fill their glasses once more with champagne, I asked them all if they minded me doing the honours again.
"I cannot tell you how sorry I am for the pain you have all endured, and I wish I had been more of a man and done something to help you all much earlier. But I didn't back then, so all I can do is try very hard to make amends. Anyway, I sure hope this goes some small way towards you one day forgiving me." I said, and then handed each one of them a personalized envelop.
Justin was the first to open his, and like a kid at Christmas time opening their presents, he emptied the contents onto his lap. He lifted up the fancily decorated certificate, and the plastic sleeve containing a personalised savings account key card.
"This says I'm free! That I'm a free citizen! And this here says there's a bank account under my name! It says I've got $5 million in it!" Justin exclaimed in astonishment.
"Is this for real, Evan? And this account you opened for me? $5 million! Why?" Sean asked, tears in his eyes. All I could do was smile sheepishly, looking at everyone until I saw the confusion on August's face.
"You've made a mistake, Evan. There are three certificates here? Ones for me, but the other two are for my sister and my mum? I've haven't seen them since the day we were all enslaved!" August said shaking his head in sadness, fighting back the urge to cry at the memory.
"Evan, you've included in my envelop certificates for our mum and dad as well?" said Brad, a question in his sad eyes as he looked at me in confusion. Lowering my own eyes, I quickly walked over to the phone on the coffee table, dialed reception and gave them the go ahead to proceed.
Then we all heard a knock on the door, and as we all stood there frozen, not one of us making an effort to answer the front door, I looked at the four of them and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"I think it's for you. You'd better answer it!" I said to the lot of them, and then watched as Sean and August went to the door together.
At first there was an uncomfortable silence as four complete strangers walked slowly into the room. Everyone looked at each other, until Justin, staring at the eldest couple who'd walked in, slowly rose up from where he was sitting, shaking all over.
At the same time Sean looked at Brad in stunned shock as a huge smile spread across his face and Brad moved forward towards the man and woman with tears cascading down his cheeks.
"Boys, it's really you! It really is you! Thank God you made it!" Sam and Joan Cahill cried out as their three sons rushed into their open arms.
And as August moved forward towards the young 12 year old girl and the smiling grey haired woman hugging her closely and holding on to her shoulders, he wept as he swept his mother and little sister up into his open arms in a huge bear hug.
By now I was making my way to my new bedroom, a lavish room with a massive bed in the corner and a large sofa couch facing a huge LCD TV. It also had an adjoining bathroom with sauna and spa, and a small modern kitchenette. I caught Monet's eye, and gestured that maybe he should come with me so we could leave the reunited families to get reacquainted.
As I closed the door behind us, Monet went to turn down my bed sheets, getting it ready for me to retire, but I pulled him aside and made him sit down as I put the kettle on.
"Monet, you don't have to wait on me anymore. You're your own free man now. You can do whatever you please, and no-one can ever again tell you what to do." I said to him as I served him up a cup of his favourite tea. At first he just stared at me, and a big kind smile formed across his wrinkled face as he chuckled softly to himself.
"Master Evan, I'm seventy one years of age, and I've been a slave for thirty of those years. It's all I know. I don't know anything else. So if you don't mind, I'll continue to look after your needs and make sure you look presentable at all the time. It's what I do best!" Monet said happily as he shushed me when I tried to interrupt him.
"What you did for us all was splendid Master Evan. I have always been very proud of you, as if you were my very own son, and even though I was only your slave, I feel it was a great honour to have served you. Of course I will go on serving you, but I want you to do a favour for me Master Evan's?" he said.
"Of course I will! Just ask and I'll do it." I answered straight away.
"Just be yourself Master Evan. And when good things come along, grab them and don't let them go, no matter what! Life's far too short to be apologising all the time, or feeling sorry about the woes or tribulations of the world. Take it from an old man when I say, enjoy every moment without any regrets." He said wisely.
"I have a feeling that out there in the living room right now, your apology is being accepted. Now get into bed and let me tuck you in. Time we all got some sleep and see how the rest of the young ones are in the morning! Besides, I want to see if my bedroom is as grand as this one!" Monet said firmly, smiling as he finished his tea and went to fluff up my pillows.
I fell asleep soon after Monet had left me, but I was instantly awoken by the hysterical cries and weeping of Sean and Justin as they came bursting into my room.
6.1 Noel Morgan -- The Solitary Stance
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)
I couldn't believe it. I'd finally found them all and now here he was, on his back completely naked, his arms thrown back way above his head and his legs lifted into the air and spread wide apart, inviting me to take that which was rightfully mine.
His large thick penis was fully erect, leaking and throbbing as it lay huge on his flat stomach as he waited in fear and anticipation for me to step forward, kneel at the base of his buttocks and slide my own rampant cock all the way up his fuck-hole.
I felt like I was floating on air, on `Cloud 9', feeling so light and marveling at having faggot-girl, I mean Brad, back in my possession. And as I stared at his recently stretched puffed up, red raw anus, I smiled with happiness that we were now re-united and I could show Brad how much I really did care for him.
Immediately I leaned over him and stared deep in his frightened face.
"Open your fucking legs even wider faggot-girl, and start playing with that clit of yours. And why aren't you begging me to fuck you?" I said, unable to hide the huge smile of joy plastered across my face as I watched him obey me. Immediately I began lightly slapping his large hairless balls about between his inner thighs, watching as little spurts of pre-cum bubbled and oozed out the tip of his penis to dribble in long sticky drips onto his hard washboard stomach.
"I'm sorry Master! Please Master, please fuck me really hard, please Master!" he replied quickly, his quavering voice breaking as he stared meekly up at me. How amazing to think Evan could possibly think of taking Brad away from me. I could even tell faggot-girl was lost in his own daze of overwhelming lust as he stared up at me, silently begging me to fuck him, to make him mine.
Yes, this was good! My contact Grady had come through even quicker than I could possibly have imagined. Immediately after my call, he'd checked all air flights out of the state, instantly finding out the flight number and time of departure for Evan and his fleeing entourage.
Then he'd quite simply done a very quick phone around to the most expensive hotels in the huge metropolitan city of Morrisett, New Holland. Within minutes he had all the details of when they were to book in, how many were staying there, and likely time of arrival.
I've got to hand it to him. Grady was good, but when he rang me back less than an hour after I'd initially contacted him, he suddenly made a demand which I had to accept if I wanted to see faggot-girl any time soon.
"I want the slave bitch for 48 hours. I've heard he's a good looking kid and a great lay. If you let me have him for that amount of time, all to myself for 48 hours, I'll go pick him up, and once I've had my way with him, I'll bring him to a place of your choice. We got a deal?" he'd stated.
What could I say? Actually I had plenty, but at the moment, I wasn't in a position to argue with him.
"Okay, it's a deal! But remember this! If I find one mark on him, or if you so much as damage him in any way, I'll make sure you end up in a plutonium mine west of Kazakhstan! Not only you, but every family member you hold dear to you. Do you understand me?" I said, the threat oozing like treacle from my tongue.
"Now that's not very neighbourly, is it? Okay, I agree, but I will warn you. I like my sex really rough, so expect him to have lots of bruises all over his face and body by the time I deliver him to you!"
I slammed the receiver down on the phone, pissed off I'd allowed myself to be hoodwinked by that conniving bastard. Well, it wouldn't matter, because once I got Brad back, I'd make sure that sleaze suffered severely for his total lack of respect for me.
But it was the waiting that nearly pushed me over the edge. I wanted the fag with me now. I hated the fact I had to wait, and believe me, 48 hours is a fucking long time to wait.
Anyway, as planned I went up to the northern state of New Holland, booked into a seedy looking motel on the outskirts of Morrisett, and messaged through my current location to Grady.
Finally I heard the knock on the door that I'd been waiting for. As soon as I opened it, Grady, a huge bear of a man threw faggot-girl stumbling into the centre of the small one bedroom apartment where he collapsed in a quivering weeping heap.
"Here he is as promised. And thanks for the extended time so I could get acquainted with the queer slave. Anyway, I don't think I ripped his pussy up too much, but I can't guarantee you that! If I have, take it out of the money you're paying me, cause believe me, it was well worth it. Best fuck session I've had in a long time. Now, do you want me to wait for you at the Devonport Motel?" he said, smiling contentedly as he waited for my reply.
"Okay then. When I'm done here, I'll call you and you can smuggle him back across the border for me. Just wait by the phone and I'll call when I'm finished here!" I said, unable to take my eyes off of faggot-girl cowering there in front of me.
Dismissing Grady, I locked the door, and immediately went over and knelt down next to Brad as he tried to cringe away from me. Quickly I ran my hands over his body, making sure that no bones were broken. I must have appeared close to hysterical, really concerned that Grady might have hurt my faggot-girl in some way.
Suddenly I hugged him close to my chest, and before I knew what I was doing, I leant down and kissed my queer-boy on his trembling lips. The look of shock that appeared on his face was no different to the look of stunned disbelief that appeared on mine.
But it didn't seem to matter any more as I quickly reached down and unzipped his pants so I could reach in and slowly stroke his thick uncircumcised penis as he lay there on his side in utter confused silence. Again I leant down and kissed him, and this time not allowing him to move as I ran my tongue inside his mouth.
Immediately I stood up and stared down at him smiling. I couldn't help myself.
"It's great to have you back, faggot-girl. I really missed you, and like I promised you earlier, I've come to take you away with me." I said happily, watching Brad's face intently.
Faggot-girl just lay there speechless, but I could see he was still terrified of me. Well, that was okay, because I didn't want him to suddenly think I was going soft on him, giving him ideas he could somehow get away from me.
"You look a fucking mess. Now get up, take those clothes off and get your sorry arse into the shower. Oh yeah, and leave the door open. I want to watch as you scrub yourself clean!" I instructed, aware of the
Sniffling and trying to contain his tears, Brad quickly got up and stripped his t-shirt, jeans and underwear off and hurried into the shower cubicle. For me it was pure delight to watch him as he suds himself up, washing away the last few days grime and dried sperm caked to his skin, and the rancid lingering scent of Grady from his smooth muscular body.
There he stood, the fine spray of the shower cascading over his head and down his trembling body as he obediently scrubbed himself. I could see where Grady had repeatedly beaten him. Large bruises covered his torso and his left eye was blackened, and his lower lip was puffed out and hugely swollen.
"Bend over and pull your butt cheeks wide apart faggot-girl!" I said to him as he stared at me in defeat. Quickly he turned around and bent over, pulling his arse cheeks wide apart. I could see how he'd been used, how Grady must have fucked him continuously over the 48 hours he was in his care.
There didn't appear to be any damage, but his anus was puffed up and red raw. That was important for me to know. I needed to know I could still shove my dick up faggot-girl's pussy and take my pleasures without him bleeding all over me.
"Okay, you can dry yourself. I want you standing in the slave position before me in 2 minutes. Now hurry the fuck up!" I snapped at him, watching as he hastily grabbed up a towel and quickly ran it over his firm body.
Before I knew it, he stood before me, legs wide apart, hands clasped behind his back, his head bowed low so that his chin rested on his chest, and his groin thrust forward as far as he could push his hips out. But more importantly, his large penis was rock-hard, standing up to attention and leaking pre-cum, waiting for me to touch it, to inspect him.
That's when I truly knew my faggot-girl Brad was really mine. I knew he no longer had a micro-chip implanted in his spine anymore, but his cock stood up rigid before him, inviting me to stroke and inspect it. I also knew he was once more a free citizen, and if he really wanted to, he could just as easily have walked out of here without saying anything to me.
And believe me when I say, if he'd made that decision to walk out on me, there wouldn't have been much I could have done about it. He was bigger than me, taller than me, and as he'd proved to me on a number of occasions at high school, he knew how to look after himself.
Of course I would never have let him walk out on me. I would have had Grady here in a split second to take him down, and then got him across the border as quickly as I could.
But here he stood, offering his body, offering up his huge erect penis to me in all his naked glory. I knew his will had been utterly broken when I'd initially had him enslaved, and here was the final physical prove that he needed me to look after his submissive needs.
"Did you miss me, faggot-girl? Have you missed servicing all my manly needs?" I asked him as I wrapped my fingers around his fuck-pole and started slowly jerking him off. At first he just moaned and whimpered before he answered me.
"Master, yes I missed you very much, Master! Master, I missed so much the feel of your big manly cock in my mouth and fucking my loose sloppy vagina, Master!" he intoned, and I could tell he was actually speaking the truth to me.
"Okay then faggot-girl, prove it to me. Give me the best blow job you can possibly give me!" I said letting go of his dick and standing up as he slid down onto his knees before me.
Again it was wondrous! How he looked up into my face, his blue eyes reflecting his total obedience to me as he reached up with both hands and unzipped my pants. And then very carefully, he lowered them and my underwear down around my knees as he quickly tongued the length of my growing penis before taking it into his mouth.
"Yes, that's it! Be my good obedient little faggot bitch! Make your Daddy proud how good a cock-sucking homo you really are!" I gasped out loud with pleasure. And he did. He looked me up into my eyes and smiled around the girth of my throbbing penis as he slid his swollen lips tightly up and down its long pulsating length.
"Oh yes, that's it! Now when I cum, I don't want you to swallow, faggot-girl! Just keep it nice and warm in your mouth! Then I'll use it to lube you up when I'm ready to fuck you, baby!" I grunted as I felt my large hairy balls contract, my body shudder and quiver uncontrollably, and as I grabbed the back of his blond head and pulled his face flush against my crotch, I suddenly exploded into his sucking mouth.
"Good faggot! Now that was a great blow job!" I said to him, and then gestured for him to get up on the small single bed on his back.
"See, darling! My dicks still as hard as ever! Now spit out my jism into the palm of my hand, and then reach around and pull your arse cheeks wide apart for me. A few dabs and we'll be ready to have a lovely slow fuck! Won't that be nice, faggot-girl?" I said to him as he obediently dribbled my spunk into the palm of my hand and I quickly fingered it up into his arsehole.
Then putting his knees over my shoulders so his ankles rested on my lower back, I entered him with one smooth push all the way up his gripping massaging anus. And even without his micro-chip to enhance his own pleasure against his will, his anus instantly responded to my penetration by opening up as wide as possible to wrap itself around the full length of my thrusting penis.
I took my time as I fucked him, all the time looking into his dazzling blue eyes. At times I hammered as hard as I could into his responding loudly squelching boy-pussy, and other times I just let him feel the thickness and length of my cock sliding slowly in and out of him.
Yes, he was mine, and once again I placed my lips against his, pushed my tongue into his mouth and forced him to kiss me long and hard as I began to fuck him with sharp savage lunges that made him shake and bounce about under me.
"You'll always be mine, no matter what happens from now on, faggot-girl! You'll continue to pleasure me whenever I want it, and every time you submit to me, you'll put your whole heart and soul into it, understand!" I breathed out heavily, wanting to embrace him as tight as I could to my humping bucking perspiring body.
"Master, I'll do anything you want, Master! Master, please fuck my vagina even harder, please Master!" he replied in a low sad voice, a voice filled with his own uninhibited lust, yet full of a despairing understanding he was now nothing without me. That he needed this more than anything else in the world.
That's when I lifted my chest up a fraction and began slapping his face as hard as I could while fucking him even harder. And as I watched his reaction to my viciousness, I smiled in joyful love for him as he looked up at me in a frightened terrified way, like a timid naughty little girl who knew she had to accept her punishment.
Yes, this was what he wanted the most. I could see how he'd crossed over to being a complete submissive cock-loving masochist, loving the endless humiliation I was subjecting him to. He knew there was nothing else he could do now in life but submit to me completely and service every one of my sexual needs.
And finally, as I felt myself bracing against the most intensive orgasmic ejaculation I'd ever experienced, I leant my head back down and took his offered tongue between my teeth and bit down lightly as I flooded his bowels with my copious amounts of never-ending spunk.
Slowly I let go of his tongue as my breathing steadied. I could taste a small amount of his blood in my mouth as I ran my tongue over my teeth and gums. And as I stared down into his face, I knew I had to get him and me away from here as quick as possible.
I know I can no longer take anymore chances, and that returning home may not be the best option for us right now. I needed a safe place for us, somewhere where neither Evan nor my father could find us.
As I untangle myself from Brad's naked body, I reached for the phone, my mind made up. It was time to pull in some favors' owed to me, and I knew Grady would also do what I wanted, especially if the incentive and payment was high enough.
To Be Continued...
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