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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
5.1 Noel Morgan -- The Turning of the Screws
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)
Damn that cunt! How could he? He wasn't supposed to run away, taking five very expensive slaves with him! Well, four very expensive slaves that were really mine, and one stupid old geriatric slave.
I mean, that's not what I'd planned! And now I was in deep shit. I needed to find them and in a hurry, return them all home, all before my father found out and everything I'd planned became known to the public.
Fucking hell! If I fail now, I could even be enslaved for what I've done. Oh shit!
Anyway, I should have known Evan was scheming up something when he wouldn't let me into his bedroom to see any of the slaves. And I needed to see faggot-girl, I mean Brad. I needed to see him real bad, to see if he really was alright and that he hadn't been damaged, I mean harmed, too badly.
Funny isn't it. I haven't been feeling too well ever since the month long gang-bang. I've been feeling depressed and anxious, and not sure what to do with myself. I don't know why I should be feeling this way about a fucking slave, a fucking gay sex slave, but I kind of miss him now.
And since father gave permission for Evan to look after them, including August, there hasn't been any other slave in the house that I've wanted near me to look after my personal and sexual needs. None of them could compare with faggot-girl's total obedience and submissiveness.
Also, and I can't believe I'm admitting this - I just haven't been able to get him out of my mind.
But apart from that, it just made no sense for father to give the slaves to Evan. I'm the one with the experience and know-how to look after those slaves, and with Mr Hendricks support, I could have had Brad up and about in no time.
The way I had it planned, Evan would have fallen in love with Brad, and then stupidly declared his feelings for him to my parents. As it was, I'd always known my little brother was a closet faggot, but there was no way I was going to tell my parents, especially my mother who dotted on him.
Of course, if he fell in love with another man, a male slave at that, this would have had him instantly enslaved, as was required by law. I would then have been declared the sole heir to the family estate and fortune, at which time I would have bought Evan as a house slave and kept him with me. I mean, he is my brother for fuck sake!
And even Brad and his brothers! I knew I wouldn't have got rid of them. Not now! They were the best fucks I'd ever had! And how was I to know I'd suddenly start missing the faggot-girl, I mean Brad, and suddenly want him to be my one and only personal pleasure slave?
I already knew I wasn't going to hurt him physically anymore, because I'd achieved my goal and if Evan did declare his love for Brad, then I'd truly won.
I'd even considered being nice to Brad from now on, especially if he was extra good to me. Why, I was even prepared to let him share my bed every night from now on, as a sort of reward.
But Evan wouldn't let me near him or any of the other slaves. What made it worse was the fact they were my slaves! I brought them! They were mine! So what if they were in Evan's name, they were still mine!
What hurt me the most though, was father intended to sell them all. Once the fag, I mean Brad was all better, they would all be taken away from me forever. I couldn't have that! Not after the huge investment I'd pumped into carrying out my elaborate scheme!
Fact was I felt like I'd been training Brad up to serve me in a way that no other slave could possibly service me. For the short time I'd had him, the month all my friends had used and abused him, I'd realised he needed to be with me and me only.
He was perfect in doing everything I demanded of him. His total submissive broken expression when I made him drink my piss, the way he smiled eagerly as I pounded his pussy and the way he knew how to enthusiastically suck me off just the way I loved it done. It didn't matter if it was out of fear, or my friends were all watching, he just knew how to give me the best orgasms I'd ever had in my entire life.
And the way his blue eyes would twinkle as he looked up into my face, begging and pleading for me to use him like a woman over and over again. Well, I mean, he was irreplaceable. And I needed him to be with me right now, so I could make sure he was okay. No way could Evan possibly look after him and give him what he needed.
What am I saying? Well, now I know I'm in big trouble, because I just can't seem to let go of him. His handsome face and muscular physique drive me wild as I'm fucking him, and his total obedience to me is pure pleasure in itself. The horrible thing about all this is I think I might actually be more than attracted to his looks than is legally allowed.
Of course, I'll always be the real man, the top, and he'll always only be a queer slave, so nobody would know or really care would they?
But his gone now, taken away by my younger brother. And I know I have to track him down and bring them all back before it's too late.
You should have seen me when I got home from school the day Evan left. Like I've done every day since father said Evan could look after the slaves, I'd gone up to my little brother's bedroom door and tapped lightly, hoping he'd come out or let me in. Most times he'd just yell out and tell me to go fuck myself, leaving me standing there more frustrated than ever.
But this day, eight whole weeks later, there was answer, no cursing, no sounds at all coming from his bedroom. I tested the door and it was definitely locked, and when I got one of our other slaves to call out and knock on the door again there was no answer.
Well, I figured I'd leave him alone and would see him later that evening, because he always attended the family dinner. Our mother wouldn't have it any other way.
When every one gathered, I intended to see him there, but as I entered the dining room, father announced that Evan had decided to go out, and he'd probably see us all at breakfast before school tomorrow.
Now I might not be the smartest person alive, but I instantly thought this was a wonderful opportunity to get into Evan's bedroom. Quickly excusing myself, I dashed up the marble staircase, raced to his room and knocked loudly. Even if he'd gone out, the slaves would be in there, would have to let me in, and I could finally see how Brad was, without my little brother getting in the way.
Again there was no answer, so putting my ear to the door I listened for any sounds of movement from within. It was dead quiet. A queasy feeling rose in my stomach, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd hunched up my shoulder and rammed the door open.
In that moment when the door had swung open, I knew what he'd done. The bedroom was empty. No-one was there. But most importantly, everything Evan owned, his clothing, shoes, computer and the posters on the wall were all gone.
I couldn't believe it. I looked around frantically, seeing if he'd left any clues or evidence of where he'd taken off to. That's when I found an envelop especially addressed to me in Evan's handwriting, and I ripped it open with shaking hands. ___________________________________
Noel,
I figure it won't take you long to get into my room and find this letter. You probably even broke down my door to get in?
But that's okay, because as they say, by the time you do read this I'll be long gone and there won't be a thing you or father can do about it. And yes, I've taken Brad, Sean, Justin, August and Monet with me.
Noel, I know everything you did to get Brad and his family enslaved. Being a computer geek actually has its benefits. And let's not forget about poor August, aka Kyle, as well. Anyway, I have all the original documents that prove your involvement in both these terrible deeds, as well as the list of the people you bribed to make it happen. Also, I have copies of your own account statements and banking details that proves you were personally involved.
If you don't want me to forward these files to the appropriate authorities, including father and his attorneys, you will keep your mouth shut, keep father from knowing what I've done for the next five days, and stay away from me forever. Do not come looking for us, because I promise you I will personally see you enslaved for the horrible crimes you've committed.
Noel, I will never forgive you for what you did to Brad's entire family. To have destroyed so many peoples lives just because your ego and pride were dented a little bit. I wonder if you even know whether Brad's parents are still alive, or if you even care?
Evan ___________________________________
It took me a moment to clear my head and for my rapidly beating heart to get back to normal. Evan had done a runner with my slaves, and ensured both father and I wouldn't come after him until he was safely away.
For one split second, I felt so proud of him. He'd done something I didn't think he'd have the balls to do. Also, he had `gazumped' me, beat me at my own game and single-handedly ensured there was nothing I could do.
But I knew I couldn't leave it be. I knew I had to go after them. I had to see Brad. I wanted him back and nothing was going to stop me.
Immediately I left his room, closing the door behind me. I'd only jimmied the springing mechanism within the lock itself when I'd slammed my shoulder against it, so there was no external damage to be seen.
Racing down to the car fleet, I ordered the frightened slave who washed and maintained our vehicles to tell me what cars were missing and where they were at this moment. He stuttered about Evan taking the large limousine out earlier in the morning, which meant he had a 12 hour head start on me.
Suddenly I remembered about the tiny micro-chips in each of the slaves' necks, so racing back up to my room, I trashed my room looking for the remotes that would provide me with their locations once I'd activated their GPS modules.
For a moment I stood there confused as I scanned the satellite readings. Apparently they were all still here on the estate. That didn't make any sense, so following the locator, I made my way back into Evan's bedroom, opened the door to his private bathroom.
There on the cabinet sink sat the four micro-chips, plus a note saying if I was quick, maybe I could get my money back on these extremely small yet valuable items.
I had to hand it to Evan. He was far more resourceful than I'd ever given him credit for.
But enough of this! I was tired of playing games now, so I went to my own room, speed dialed a number on my mobile that put me straight through to my number-one contact. It was time to get serious and put an end to this.
"Grady, I have a job for you, and I want you on it yesterday..."
5.2 Brad Cahill - A Friend in Need
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill -- Pleasure Slave)
It seems as if I've spent a very long time in warm comfortable veils of darkness, not knowing or caring what was happening to me or around me. Sometimes I'd get momentary glimpses of consciousness, where I'd wake up and insurmountable agonising pain would flow through every cell of my body.
Immediately my mind would shut down, dispelling any outside intrusions onto my peaceful and tranquil dreams and visions, images where life was simple and carefree, and my family and I were gathered together, laughing and playing and talking of old times.
But something would invariably happen to splinter and shatter the serene state of mind I was in, as a myriad of images of Master Noel's face appearing out of nowhere, demanding I look at him, obey him terrified me and forced me to escape even deeper into my mind.
And when that didn't work, I'd shudder awake in terror to suffer blinding light hurting my opening eyes, and agonising pain lancing through my body, and once again I'd wish for the soothing darkness of forgetfulness to close in around me forever.
But the time came when I did open my eyes proper, and looking around me I tried to remember where I was, and how I got here.
I found myself in a large bed, with a cool light blue coloured satin sheet pulled up under my chin. The feel of the bedding was wonderful on my skin and for the first time in a long time, I felt strangely relaxed.
And then I felt warm soft hands gently holding onto both of mine, and curious as to who might be here with me, I slowly moved my head. Instantly flaring pain shot through my spine and my head felt like it was going to explode, but as the pain ebbed away, I could see Sean sitting next to me on my right and Justin to my left.
The looks on their faces were of deep concern, as well as love and fear. At first I struggled to sit up, but again the agonising pain struck me, leaving me immobile and gasping for breath. Again I looked up at my brothers and tried to smile.
"Shhhh... Its okay bro, don't try to move. We're here with you. You'll be okay!" Sean said in a gentle voice, but I could hear the tremor in his tone.
Suddenly Justin was leaning over me, hugging me very tenderly and weeping softly. I was a bit confused now, as I wondered why they were so upset, so concerned. And as I looked around at my surroundings, I wondered where I could possibly be. Then my eyes fell on Master Evan Morgan.
Then a nightmare of traumatic memories, of terrifying scenes and horrific images shattered my peaceful composure. Instantly I started to whimper and cry hysterically, wanting to get out of the bed I was in and as far away from here as possible.
Master Evan immediately stepped forward, and with a kindness I hadn't experienced in a long time, he knelt down next to the bed and reached out to touch my arm. Then I noticed he was crying too, and his face was so sad.
I didn't know why, but I calmed down a fraction, maybe knowing he wouldn't do anything to harm me. Not like... It was like a bomb had gone off in my brain, and as the images of Master Noel's face filled my mind, I started groaning and moaning in terror, knowing I had to get up and protect my brothers. We had to get away from here, now, straight away.
"You're safe now Brad. No one will harm you. Not in here. Please listen, you're going to be okay." Master Evan kept saying over and over again as I tried to struggle to move.
Slowly I did settle down, utterly exhausted, and as I tried to relax even more, the terror and fear I felt abated a little bit more.
Closing my eyes, I could feel my brothers on each side of me laying down next to me and putting their arms over my chest, hugging me gently as they both whispered into my ears that everything was alright. Slowly, my fragile tortured mind slipped into blissful sleep knowing they were all there for me, and I was now safe and sound.
But the sleep I fell into brought a thousand nightmarish memories flashing through my mind.
There I was, sitting naked on Trevor Drummond's lap facing him, my legs wrapped around his large hairy waist as he sat on a tall stool in the middle of Master Noel's bedroom. Encircling us were as many as 10 guys from high school, all once friends of mine, who laughed and spat contemptuously at me as I impaled myself on Trevor's large erect penis.
Holding tightly onto his naked hairy perspiring body as I bounced up and down, I could feel myself squeezing my anus tightly around his throbbing member as I moved up and down, kissing and licking his long thick neck as he threw his head back laughing outrageously and moaning in absolute pleasure.
Repeatedly, Trevor would pull my head back by gripping my blond hair and immediately punch and slap me across my already badly bruised and beaten face, before shoving my head back onto his neck, instructing me to start kissing and licking again.
And then he was speaking to me, telling me how much he'd longed for the day he could make me his slut and fuck my tiny puckered pussy.
"Oh yeah, queer! You just keep riding my cock. Make a real man like me feel really good! God I'm glad you turned out to be a faggot, oh yeah!" he said to me as I slid and squeezed my boy-vagina up and down his thick manhood.
"Know something, faggot? Always wanted to fuck a muscle-bound blond-haired, blue eyed football playing cunt like you! Acting so smug and cool, but turned out you're nothing but a dirty filthy little homo bum-boy. Now bounce up and down faster and squeeze them pussy lips even tighter, queer boy!" Trevor grunted into my ear as I continued to kiss and lick his neck, while my own throbbing cock rubbed between our bodies, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum that soaked into his thickly matted pubic and stomach hairs.
Then the sordid memory of my best friend Daniel Maddox, sitting back completely naked in one of Master Noel's armchairs, slouched back with his legs wide apart. And there I was, kneeling between them licking his large fat round hair-covered testicles, bathing them all over with my spit before taking them gently into my mouth.
"God damned fag! You should have told me you were a homo when we first met! You could have been doing this to me everyday! Now take my dick in your mouth and reach up and massage my body! Feeling really horny now and I got lots of spunk to empty down your gullet, faggot!" he said, his voice cruel and vicious.
Immediately I did as he said, running my hands over his chest and gently squeezing his nipples, and then running them over his stomach and inner thighs, making him feel good as I sucked him deeply into the back of my throat. Just as quickly, Daniel started swinging his fists down on my arched back, pounding down as hard as he could, demanding I do it properly and stop fucking around.
Suddenly the degrading memories and the terrifying images faded away as the sounds of someone knocking on a door woke me. A tired irritated voice shouted out as if from afar, telling whoever was at the door to go away.
Slowly turning my head, I was startled and scared to see Master Evan lying on top of the bed next to me, his face turned towards the bedroom door. I could see he was only wearing a pair of boxer underwear. Frightened, I noticed how he had his right arm thrown over my chest and was hugging me close to him.
When Master Evan turned back to look at me, our eyes met and he suddenly appeared all flustered and embarrassed as he realised I was awake. Even though agony lanced through every part of my beaten body I tried to smile widely, and with unsteady shaky hands, I threw the satin sheet off me, slowly spread my legs as wide as I could. Then brining my knees back up on my chest, raising my buttocks high off the mattress, I concentrated on making my penis as hard as possible as I offered myself to him.
"Master, please fuck me, please Master! Master, please stretch my sloppy vagina as wide as you can, please Master!" I chanted loudly, in a little girlish broken voice as I stared up in terror into Master Evan's brown eyes.
Master Evan's expression was one of shock and dismay. Slowly he placed the palm of his hand on my knees and gently pressed down, motioning for me to lower my legs.
"Brad, I want you to lower your legs and let me pull the sheet back over you. Now relax. Calm down. That's it. You're still healing, and I don't want you injuring yourself. So no more moving about until I say you can, understand?" He said softly, kindly yet firmly.
"Brad? Look at me. When you're with me, you never have to do that, okay? You never have to offer yourself to me, or talk in that voice ever again. Please listen and try to understand?" Master Evan said, watching the confused disorientated look fill my face.
"Brad, what my brother did to you was terribly wrong. And I want you to trust me when I say I'm going to look after you and try and get you and your brothers away from here once and for all. I'm going to take you somewhere where you will be safe! Do you understand?" he said gently, as tears fell from his eyes and rolled down his face.
At first I just stared at him, and then I began to tremble all over. I couldn't comprehend what he was saying to me. Instantly I thought I was being tested, that Master Noel had put Master Evan up to this. If I wavered, I would be punished severely, maybe even worse than the last time. Besides, why was he sidled up next to me, his arm hugging me close to him?
He saw the confusion and distrust in my eyes, and realising his arm was still draped across my chest, he quickly pulled himself off of me.
"I'm sorry Brad, I was just comforting you. You had another really bad nightmare last night. I just thought you might, well, you know, I mean... I didn't mean anything by it, just to offer you support." he stuttered, unsure what to say. Then the adjoining bathroom door opened and I watched as Sean and Justin came into the room.
When they saw I was awake, and that Master Evan was speaking softly to me, they hurried over. I could see they were bursting with joy and relieve, and I noticed Justin couldn't stop himself from crying. Immediately they jumped on the bed and carefully hugged me to them.
"Evan, you should have called us when he woke up. Oh Brad, you look so much better, thank God!" Sean said excitedly, and as he hugged me to him, he reached over and patted Master Evan on the shoulder.
"What's happening? I don't understand? You shouldn't be like.... I uhhh... Why aren't you acting like slaves? Oh god, if Master Noel finds out, he'll kill us all!" I was becoming frantic. I was watching them being disrespectful to Master Evan, acting as if he was their friend. Oh God, if Master Noel ever found out.
Instantly Sean and Justin were hugging me again, shushing me, telling me everything was okay. I tried to sit up but they kept pushing me flat on my back.
"You can't move yet Brad. You have to stay put. The doctor said you have to rest up for quite a while before you'll be allowed to stand up and go out, so stop your squawking and relax." Master Evan stated anxiously, a firm look plastered on his young teenage face. Both my brothers were shaking their heads in agreement, as they smiled lovingly down at me while telling me to relax.
It was too much for me. I just lay there and let them talk as they excitedly babbled away, trying to fill me in on what had happened recently and what Master Evan now had planned for us within the next few weeks.
With my mind unable to take in everything that was happening around me, once again I found myself drifting off into a deep sleep, and again recent shameful memories flooded my head.
There I lay on my back, spread eagled on Master Noel's bed. There was no-one else in his bedroom and he was kneeling between my parted legs, glowering down at me as he roughly fondled with my large hairless balls and slowly stroked and masturbated my eight and a half inch erect penis.
"You're a gay whore now, faggot-girl! Nothing more than a disgusting queer bottom boy. Now smile up at me and thank me for playing with your girly bits! Thank your new Daddy for making a low-life faggot cunt like you feel really good! Tell Daddy what a fucking homo you really are and beg me to jerk you off!" he said, staring me deeply in the eyes as he continued to slowly jerk my throbbing cock.
And I did. Although my naked body and face had been badly beaten and battered for over three whole weeks, I lay there on my back spread-eagled before Master Noel, looking up into his dark brown eyes, smiling through swollen bleeding lips and thanked him for masturbating me, for making me into his gay sex slave.
As he fondled with my large hairless balls, I pushed my hips up, begging him, calling him my Daddy, pleading with him to make me feel good, acting like the faggot-girl he wanted me to be. I could see how I was frantically humping away on the bed, totally uninhibited as I felt his fisted hand start sliding quickly up and down my raging penis, and instantly I found myself squealing loudly as I shot my ball fluids all over my body.
Suddenly the memories fade once again, only to be replaced with even more humiliating visions of me standing in front of the entire high school football team and their girlfriends, wearing my neatly pressed school uniform. My trousers are around my ankles and my y-front briefs down around my knees.
My school tie is flung over my left shoulder and I am lifting my school shirt and blazer up under my chin, exposing myself to all those gathered before me. Behind me stands tall lanky Marcus Fielding, his throbbing seven inch long rock-hard penis punching upwards in and out of my vagina as he hugs my back close to his chest while reaching around and jerking me off at the same time with his right hand.
Standing there, being fucked from behind and jerked off at the same time, I smile through damaged bloodied lips and tell everyone watching me just how nice this feels and how much I love being a faggot whore for the whole football team, while Marcus slams his fisted left hand into the side of my head repeatedly as he continues to fuck me as hard as he can.
The memories shift as if in time and I watch myself on my hands and knees, naked now except for a pair of Speedo briefs pulled down my thighs a fraction. Before me one of the football team members is kneeling in front of my face, slamming his fat erection in and out of my eagerly sucking mouth, while another kneels behind me and fucks me as hard as he can.
The guy fucking my pussy has reached under me and is furiously masturbating me at the same time. And as they take their pleasures, laughing in contempt at how my whole badly beaten body responds enthusiastically to their brutal use, I feel their fists descend on my back and into my sides as they punch and beat me unmercifully.
Once more the memories shifted and merged, and this time I see I am on my knees. I am only wearing my jock strap, and the cotton pouch at the front has been pulled down and is tucked up under my balls allowing my erection to stand up nearly flush against my flat stomach.
My y-front briefs have also been pulled down over my head, and my face is poking out of the left leg opening of my underwear.
My hands are by my side, unmoving, and I'm looking up timidly into Craig Jessop's frowning hate filled face. He stands before me tall, naked except for a pair of jockey brief underwear pulled down around his knees.
"I told you to beg, faggot! Beg me to suck my cock before I shove my fist up your pussy!" he snarls at me, and obediently I start pleading with him to let me suck his large fully erect penis.
Immediately he steps forward and starts smashing me around my face, chest and stomach, and even as he pounds his fist into me, I maintain my own erection and continue to beg him. Within minutes I am licking up and down the length of his throbbing organ, sucking on his balls and running my saliva-covered tongue all around the base of his rampant cock, sucking on his pubic hairs.
He cums quickly when he orders me to finally suck him off properly, and when he steps away, Greg Smithers moves forward quickly, demanding I beg him to suck his throbbing cock as well before he begins punching into my pain-racked body too.
Behind him are lined up all the rest of the football team, ready to step forward and demand I beg them each to suck them off. And as I plead with them to let me blow them, they each take their turns smashing their fists into my already severely beaten and bloodied body, before making me worship their erections.
So much agony and humiliation washes through me as I remember the endless amounts of sperm that slide down my scraped raw bruised throat, and I feel my mind shrinking away, trying to find that safe place where no one can follow me to cause me pain, yet wherever I go, I see Master Noel's face leering out at me, telling me that I am his. That he will never let me go.
But it is one of these many visions and images that follows me in my mind, keeps repeating on me, in my sleep and when I'm awake, that shatters my very existence and nearly sends me insane.
There I lay on my back with Master Noel lying on top of me, my legs over his shoulders as he fucks me in a vicious, brutal way. And as he fucks me he stares down into my severely swollen eyes, and then he's kissing them tenderly.
"You're my girl now! We're going to stay together forever and ever. I'm going to look after you and you're going to pleasure me like only the faggot-girl you are can. Oh yes, faggot-girl, I'll never let you go now!" Master Noel said as he gently kissed my puffed-up bloodied lips even as he pounded his cock up me as hard as he could.
As the nightmarish dream-like visions finally disappear and the light between the slits of my eyelids suddenly wakes me, I stare up once again into Master Evan's worried face, but now I feel nothing.
When he speaks to me, I hear myself respond and answer, all the time smiling, but I don't know what I'm saying. In my mind, I know I have finally found a safe haven, somewhere deep down inside me completely empty of all pain and shame and humiliation, a place I know I am able to stay there and not be hurt anymore.
I can see my brothers hovering about me, telling me I am getting better. I know I am smiling and saying what they want me to say, but it means nothing to me at all. In my head, in the safety of my being, I curl away, and as I witness another image of Master Noel flashing in my mind, I whimper and cringe and disappear to another corner of my safe haven.
I don't know how long I am like this, but I vaguely remember them getting me out of bed, of making me stand. Immediately, even though I feel my legs collapsing under me, I try to assume the mandatory slave position.
In my head, I hide away, not caring or worrying what is happening around me, but the outer me senses that for my own physical safety, I must always be vigilant and maintain my slave position no matter what anyone says or does.
And all the time images of Master Noel rise up and chase me around in my head, reminding me there is no escape from him and that I must always be a good faggot-girl.
The days come and go, absently drift by, and I know my body is healing and any bruises I once had are now all gone.
I listen in an abstract way as Sean and Justin laugh and play video games on the huge TV monitor Master Evan's owns.
I watch in a daze as Monet and August happily race about cleaning and scrubbing the huge bedroom we are in, bringing in food when the sun sets and feeding us all breakfast when the sun rises.
Again it means little to me, and always when Master Evan addresses me, I assume the mandatory slave position.
But then something happens that makes me slowly wake up, draws me out of my mind.
I remember one day, a day like any other, when Master Evan dismisses everyone from the room as I stand next to him in the slave position. Before I know what is happening, he orders me into his bed, so instantly I thought he finally might want to fuck me.
As instructed, I immediately lay down on my back on his bed, spread my legs out as wide apart as I could, raised my hips up off the mattress as far as I can, and placed my arms way above my head, offering myself to him like a good faggot-girl slave.
But again Master Evan stops me as he lies down next to me and cuddles up, and I can't understand why he isn't using me. I mean, I thought he was my new Master now and I was his pleasure slave. But since I have been with him, he hasn't once touch me in that way, never allowed me to please him as Master Noel and others have taught me to.
"Brad, I love you so much! You're the most handsome guy I've ever met in my entire life. Will you hold me and protect me?" he says, looking up into my uncomprehending face. He is gentle with me, caressing my chest and stomach ever so lightly, and when he gently touches my erect penis, and then moves his mouth and tries to suck me, I stare down into his face in utter confusion.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do, but when he straddles my stiff cock, pushes down and I see the pain and agony he is subjecting himself to as he orders me to fuck him hard, something in my head snaps and I stop him.
Very gently I lift him off me and lay his small thin body next to mine and I hug him close to my trembling body. I don't know what he wants from me, but I tell him I don't want to hurt him.
Instantly he falls asleep, and I just stare down at his sad lonely face. Memories of sadness and pain rise up in my mind once again, but as I look at his small gaunt child-like boyish face I realise I cannot do what he wants, and that's to fuck him as hard and brutally as I can.
But then every day afterwards he does the same thing, and every time I have to stop him and lay him next to me so as to stop him hurting himself on my thick cock.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but suddenly I was looking down at him, and I felt a little of the old me returning from deep inside my mind. It felt as if I was instantly pulled out of my safe place and like a jigsaw puzzle, all the pieces were connected in the correct pattern.
As I looked down at him, I realised what he'd been doing, how he was prepared to sacrifice himself to me to try and get me back, prepared to use his sexuality to try and save me. In a world where gay free citizen men were immediately enslaved, he had opened himself up to me and let me know his deepest secret to try and save my sanity.
And as I began remembering all the many daze-filled days that had past by while I was under Master Evan's care, I understood how he'd also looked after and cared for both my brothers and August too.
I was staggered by the realisation he was trying to help us, that he was being so kind. And then I remembered how he'd said he'd loved me, and as I looked down at his face once more, I knew I loved him too and would do anything he asked of me to try and protect him.
To Be Continued...
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