I have posted stories under "Incest" and "Adult-youth." But my favorite category is... "Authoritarian." Here is a story where a straight couple adopted two young boys. The first was a white boy, Robbie, and the second was a black boy, Jamar. In our prejudicial society, many think of whites as being more powerful than blacks. However, in this family, Matt and Rachel found Jamar more mature, serious about life and school, and able to handle more responsibility. So, which brother do you think will be the most dominant one? Who do you think will end up being the slave to the other? To the family?
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Just to warn you, this story is steeped in public humiliation, public exhibitionism, erotic pain, CFNM, CMNM, incest, and extreme embarrassment.
Sweet Robbie Becomes Family Slave
Part 1 of 6
Robbie's main Saturday chore was to clean out the hall closet, sort out many items the family was just no longer using, and store them in the garage. He found one sealed, unmarked box while going through the shelves jammed with all sorts of stuff. He opened it. Surprisingly, he found it filled with a small stack of S and M magazines. He surmised that this must be his dad, Matt's, stuff. He felt sure it had nothing to do with his mom, Rachel; that just seemed too weird. He thought that S and M is more of a guy thing as he thumbed through the photos in the magazines, finding them very intriguing.
To back up one step, Rachel and Matt were his adoptive parents. They were middle-class white people. Robbie was only an infant when they adopted him. Eight years later, they adopted another son, Jamar. He was eight. So now Robbie had a brother the same age as him. One big difference was that Jamar was black. Jamar's parents had died in a car accident, and Rachel had known them well, so she'd wanted to adopt their only child. So, cute Robbie then had a brother who entered "his" family when he was just a kid. Robbie was not a racist; he did not dislike anyone, regardless of color or anything else. But, after being the sole child and the center of attention for the first eight years of his life, he now had to share many things, including his parents' attention. And, as kids can do, especially boys, he would tease Jamar and embarrass him as he played harsh jokes on his new brother. He even went so far as to introduce him (to his peers) as his nigger slave brother. That hurt Jamar the most. This continued for years until it wore off with Robbie; he grew out of it when he entered his middle teen years.
Now, as an 18-year-old, he was far beyond all that harassing sibling rivalry. He had forgotten all about doing that mean stuff to his brother.
This photo shows Robbie and Jamar about the time they graduated high school. It was when Robbie thought all the childhood and childish issues were behind them. At 18 years old, he was far beyond all that harassing sibling rivalry. He had pretty much forgotten all about doing that mean stuff to Jamar. However, Jamar was not past it at all. His being a sensitive black child and feeling insecure in his new white family made him feel like he came in second with his folks, which was not true. He suppressed his feelings of resentment toward his brother. So here they were, both eighteen; they did refer to each other as brothers, but Robbie and Jamar were never close. They just acted cordial, with Jamar doing most of the "acting."
Back to Robbie's kinky find, the box also contained some leather cuffs, a dog collar, a chain collar, wooden clothespins, and a few other items. He looked more carefully at more of the magazine articles, especially the photos. There were images of men and women tied up in restraints, and he became engrossed in those. More than that, he was getting a hard-on from all he was seeing, reading, and thinking. He picked up the chain collar and fastened the dog collar around his neck, as he saw in some of the photos. He closed his eyes and was fantasizing about what this all meant. He yanked on the crotch material of his pants again, seeming to make room for his dick to expand. It was all so new and exciting to him, not to mention erotic. He was more than a little lightheaded.
There were a few items for which he did not know their use. He tried to match stuff up to the photos in the magazine, but some of the items were not shown. One of the photos he saw showed a young man on his hands and knees wearing clothespins on his nipples. Robbie also could not resist trying those out, so he placed them on his nipples. At first, they hurt a lot, but in a short while, he felt the pain replaced by an erotic sensation.
Not wanting to be caught by his folks or his brother looking at the erotic magazines and the other S and M stuff, he packed them back in the same box and pushed them all the way back on the shelf. Putting some other stuff in front of that box. He quickly returned to his room. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, but he tried to put them out of his consciousness and get on with his college homework. But he also sneaked back into that closet box many times over the next couple of weeks to check out more items in the privacy of nighttime. He drooled over these treasures, trying everything on, at least those things, he could figure out what they might be used for.
Robbie did not realize that his dad had seen him from around the corner of the hallway, looking at the kinky magazines. It was about two weeks after Robbie first found the kinky "treasure chest." Matt was both surprised and curious about his son. It was not that Matt wanted to intrude on his son's privacy. Still, he very much wanted to know of any reactions Robbie had, positive or negative. He saw his son flipping through the pages, fingering the dog collar he was wearing, and even noticed him occasionally pulling on the groin of his underwear. Matt quietly left Robbie there to enjoy himself in secret and went to talk to his wife to discuss with her what he had just seen.
They needed to explain one thing or another to Robbie and determine what to do about it. Those S and M magazines were not Matt's alone. They belonged to Matt AND Rachel. They were both into kink and were even members of an extreme S and M club that met once a month, but they had kept this a secret from their two kids. They had told Jamar a year ago simply because he was a lot more street-smart than his brother, and they thought he could handle it just fine. He had been okay with it. Even though Robbie was the same age, they had always considered him a little more needy and sensitive. So, they had not told him. It was just the way they had read the situation.
That night, 18-year-old Robbie thought he was dreaming as he lay under a single sheet in his bed. He thought he felt something pulling at his arm. As he rolled onto his back, his eyes were met by the brightness of the table lamp bursting into life. He blinked his sleepiness away and pushed himself up the bed to rest his upper back against the cast iron scrolled bedhead. Focused now, he saw and felt Matt, his stepdad, sit on the edge of his bed. "What's the matter, dad?" he asked.
"I think we need to talk about something, Robbie," Matt said with concern. "I had wondered when, or even if, the time would come for us to have this conversation. You are a smart kid, good at many things - sports, making friends, and you're good-looking to top it all. We, Rachel and I, trust you and hope you trust us. That's why I have decided to tell you something you might find, well ... weird. Ever since I became your father, your mother and I have kept some secrets from you. As adults, we are entitled to them, and now that you are 18, you are entitled to know the truth. You know Rachel and I love you and Jamar like any mom and dad loves their kids, but recent events have been brought to my attention that required mom and me to let you in on our big secret." Matt spoke in a low, curious tone.
Robbie was taken aback when he felt his dad's hand move to rest on the thin sheet covering his thigh and gently squeeze it. Matt went on. "Your mom and I have noticed something that causes us to know more about you." He picked up a small black leather bag and unzipped it. To Robbie's surprise, Matt removed a chain dog collar and placed it directly on the bed in the sheet-formed valley between Robbie's wide outstretched legs. Matt leaned forward to stare at the opened collar of the boy's pajama jacket and slowly unbuttoned it all the way down.
"Robbie, what are these strange marks on your neck?" He asked as if he had no idea. "They look familiar to me." He laid open the pajama top, baring Robbie's well-toned upper body. Robbie's abdomen twitched as he picked up the chain links. He watched Matt place the cold steel over the marks on his neck, matching the pattern. The cool chain slid down and rested on his navel when Matt released it. Again, Matt reached into the bag. Robbie's pulse raced when he saw the leather dog collar emerge. It looked like the one he had seen in the box. Matt told him to sit up as he now pulled Robbie's top off completely and discarded it on the bedroom floor. The boy's upper body was now naked and face-to-face with his dad. Raising the collar to Robbie's neck, he matched the marks on his neck exactly the width of the leather collar. He matched the point where the buckle had left its indentation. He placed a hand on Robbie's chest and pushed him back onto the pillows. Again, Matt's hand dipped into the leather bag. Robbie was aghast now seeing his dad now holding up two clothespins in his hand. The red marks around Robbie's nipples matched the wood peg clothespins exactly. He did not need to place them on his son to tell.
"Dad? ... I ... I ..." Robbie was stopped in mid-sentence by Matt's raised hand.
"Mom brought this to my attention this morning, Robbie." Matt held up a pair of Robbie's white underpants. "She said that she had always noticed small dry stains on your underpants and felt it was just piss dribbles. But yesterday, when she was doing laundry, she felt the sticky, wet cum-soaked crotch of your underwear. She was more than curious and showed me." At this point, Robbie wanted a large hole to appear and swallow him up. Robbie recalled that he had not wiped his cock clean in his frenzy to get back to his room. Matt carefully placed them on the boy's shoulder just so Robbie could smell them as Matt continued to discuss what he needed to do. "Tell me, son, did you take one of my magazines out of the box in the hall closet to keep it? You don't need to lie. Since your mom and I bought new kink toys a few years ago, we forgot all about that box of sex play stuff. Did you use some of that kink stuff to beat off boy? I saw your splashes on the mirror yesterday." Robbie felt humiliated and wriggled further up the bed until the white cord around the waist of his pajama bottoms became visible. His movement also pushed the pillows up further. That exposed the corner of the magazine Matt was asking about. Matt grabbed the corner and pulled it out from behind the pillow.
Robbie's eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment as he began blurting out his innermost thoughts to Matt. How he knew he had feelings about things and how unsure he was about them. How he was confused. He said that he was sorry for taking the magazine and touching all his parents' stuff. How he knew what he wanted but had nowhere to turn for advice. He sobbed as Matt placed a hand on his chest and rubbed it to console him. Matt was, of course, not at all upset. Then he brushed away the tears from Robbie's eyes with windshield wiper motions of his thumb. He knew the agony and possible ecstasy that Robbie was going through.
Matt produced a magazine. One he knew Robbie had never seen. Placing it in the boy's lap, he began to turn the pages. The shots in this magazine were of young men in extreme bondage, humiliation, and torture. As Matt turned the pages slowly, he sincerely asked Robbie, "Is this what you want?" Robbie was sobbing.
Without further thought, he said, "Yes. I don't know why ... I just feel it calls to me. It stirs up emotions deep inside me. I don't understand it, dad." Robbie spoke between sobs. For another fifteen minutes, Matt threw all kinds of questions at Robbie. It may have seemed harsh and insensitive, but Matted needed to know, there and then, what his boy wanted, at least as far as he could understand.
Robbie soon stopped sobbing. He had opened up to Matt and told him in detail how he had found the S and M stuff and the magazines and borrowed one to copy some of the photos. He had explained that he beat off to the pictures and stories but intended to clean them up so no one would know what he had done. But he had forgotten.
"If you want what you think you want and can prove it to us by next Tuesday, we will do everything we can to help you." Robbie returned a half-crying smile to his dad. "The fact that we are not your natural parents makes it okay and easier for us. We have friends who will also be helping you and us. Think now, before you answer. If you are certain this is the road you want to take, just say, `I submit to you.' Because, from that point on, there will be no turning back - unless you want to give up -- and, at which point, should it occur, you will have to leave here. You will have to leave your home. This is all or nothing." Matt stated very firmly.
It seemed an age before Robbie responded with considerable thought. He raised his knees up to his chest. Then he straightened them back down the bed, pushing the sheet off himself with his bare feet. He closed his eyes tight, then spoke solemnly. "I submit to you." And again, this time with more conviction and determination as he looked his dad in the eyes. "I submit to you, Matt." Matt's smile back was reassuring. Now, it seemed more appropriate for Robbie to call him Matt only instead of sometimes calling him Dad.
Robbie was made to stand up while Matt stripped away all his bedding, leaving only the mattress on the cast iron frame. Matt turned his attention to Robbie after wrapping all the bedding and pillows into a bundle and throwing it outside the bedroom door. "Give me your pajamas," Matt commanded. Robbie picked up the top from the floor, handed it to him, and then pulled at the drawcord on his pajama bottoms, which caused them to fall and puddle around his ankles. Robbie stood there in only his white underpants. Since Robbie had become aware of his developing body, and as he was also a naturally shy boy, he never let anyone at home see him undressed or even in just his underwear. He had wandered from the bathroom to his room and sometimes downstairs with a towel wrapped around him. However, that was as far as he dared to reveal his well-toned body to Matt, his mom, or even his brother, Jamar. Matt put out his hand, and Robbie knew to pick up his bottoms and hand them to him, which Matt also tossed out the door into the hallway.
He now firmly guided Robbie onto the bare mattress, reached into the leather bag, and pulled out four pieces of rope. Robbie's ankles and wrists were secured to each corner of the bed frame. Lastly, he peeled off an eight-inch strip of black duct tape and placed it over Robbie's mouth.
Matt took the several copies of magazine photos that Robbie had made for himself and scotch-taped them to the wall near his head so he could see them. After all, Matt assumed that since Robbie had chosen them to copy and beat off to, they must be his favorites. Now Robbie could enjoy them all he wanted -- except beating off to them was now impossible. The warm summer night air invaded the room as Matt opened the windows. He gave the tied-down boy one final glance as he shut the door behind him. Robbie felt the caress of the night air on his body as he drifted into sleep, staring at the pictures on the wall and contemplating his destiny.
He could just make out the time as he twisted his head around to focus on the clock on the bedside table. 5:10 AM. The sun was up, and the cold early morning air filled the bedroom. All became apparent to Robbie as he saw the pictures again before him. Lifting his head, he looked down at his body. His eyes fell upon the usual early morning erection pressed against the inside of the scant white underwear that was his only covering now. However, on this occasion, there would be no free hand to relieve the pressure built up in his rigid cock and swollen balls. He hoped it would go down before his dad entered his room. His mind raced as he recalled his statement to Matt about submitting to him. Since he could not touch his dick and was now desperate to climax, he wondered if he had made the correct decision.
Matt and Rachel had had a restless night after falling asleep in mid-discussion. It was 5:30 AM when Robbie's bedroom door opened. Matt entered wearing only his blue pajama bottoms. He was quite youthful and moderately toned. His thick jet-black hair and dark eyes complimented the mustache he had grown recently. Robbie was about to speak when Matt held a finger up to stop him.
"You will speak only when asked a question or when you wish to indicate that you cannot comply with an instruction. You have a lot to learn, so you had better concentrate on listening. When you do say "yes" or "no," you will look the person directly in the eyes and always end with a firm "Sir" or "Miss," irrespective of age or relationship. Do you understand?"
Robbie could only reply with a nod. "When you are untied, come down to the kitchen."
Matt turned and left the room, leaving the door open and Robbie tied up. That was strange, he thought. Robbie wondered what he was supposed to do. He fell asleep thinking about what would happen to him now that his choice was to go all in ... or leave his home.
Then came his brother Jamar, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes. He went over to his brother, who was tied up spread-eagle and gagged, and sat on the side of his bed.
"Dad wants me to untie you so you can go down for breakfast. Is that okay with you, Robbie?" He spoke kindly but with a hint of an evil grin. He was stunned at how Jamar looked at his underwear and thankful that his erection had mostly subsided. Robbie had always been too shy to willingly let his brother see him in underwear, let alone naked. Jamar pretended not to notice his white brother's nervousness and discomfort. He knew Robbie was totally embarrassed and humiliated lying there, tied hands and ankles to the frame of his bed.
Feeling a sense of superiority over his "bro," he asked again, "You ready to be untied?" Too embarrassed to speak, Robbie could only nod. Jamar did not move. He was waiting to be addressed appropriately. But Robbie said nothing. He still had the black tape over his mouth. "Okay, then. I'll see you later." Jamar insensitively ripped the black tape off his lips. "Owe!" -- and got up and started to walk to the door to leave him there.
"No, wait. Please, Jamar, please untie me. I'm your brother." Jamar looked back, stared at his very "white" brother, and proceeded to leave again, not hearing what he wanted. Robbie blurted out, "Sir, please, sir. Please untie me, Mr. Jamar." Robbie was in tears as Jamar returned to him and sat on the edge of his bed again.
"That was not too difficult, Robbie, was it? To show your superior brother the necessary respect?" Robbie was just quietly sobbing. "You must stop calling me Jamar. To you, I'm Mr. Jamar or sir. You got that straight?" Jamar spoke calmly; he did not need to yell. He had the power, and he knew it, and so did Robbie. But Robbie did not realize until now that Jamar was part of his group of controllers. Just as soon as he realized it, he knew he did not like it.
"Yes, Mr. Jamar, I will always show you respect, sir." He said as he sobbed a bit more. Hearing that submissive tone. It was like a switch flipping in Jamar's brain. He flashed a big smile. "Won't we have fun from now on?" Robbie was going to answer, but then Jamar rested his hand on Robbie's chest. Both he and Jamar were straight. So, he worried he might start getting sexual with him.
"My, your heart is beating fast! You must be so excited to see me. You love your wonderful Black brother, don't you?" Robbie nodded in a daze. "You just discovered the secret Mom and Dad kept from you. They told me about their S and M group two years ago. But they thought their little white, innocent, shy son could not handle knowing that secret. So here you are in your little white undies. You are so white. Everything is white about you: your skin, your underwear, the way you behave. No wonder you need a strong black brother to take care of you. Teach you stuff, train you." Robbie stopped crying. He wanted to hear every word Jamar was saying. He wanted to know everything that was in store for him.
Jamar pinched his left nipple, and Robbie moaned. "Yes, all of a sudden, things are so right." Jamar smiled broadly. I will untie you soon, and then we can both go downstairs to see mom and dad while you are still in your little white undies." Robbie slowly shook his head `no' but knew it meant nothing. Jamar was not even paying attention to his tacit communication. "Mom and I have never seen you in your undies. Maybe she'll like you this way." He slowly teased his hand down Robbie's tummy and tickled his belly button nonchalantly as he spoke. "I mean, it will be so nice having a hunky white stud around to do chores for me, serve me, and even entertain my friends. Don't you think?" Robbie was not listening. He released a moan as he took in the erotic touches Jamar was giving his belly ever so lightly. There he was, stripped to his white Jockey underwear, still tied to his bed frame, and fondled by his Black brother.
Jamar thought that the best power he could exert now was for their mom to see Robbie in his underwear and with a huge boner inside it. So, he gently moved his hand to his underwear and rested it lightly on him so his fingers touched his hip bone. He took his time, talking hum-drum stuff that Robbie could not concentrate upon with all the erotic teasing he was receiving, as he "unconsciously" wiggled his fingers and tickled his hip bone. Robbie's dick was almost fully expanded, stretching the material of his underwear once again. Since his dick was positioned in his underpants, pointing up his belly, the tip of it was trying to poke out from under the elastic waistband. So far, the band has barely succeeded in holding it in. As Jamar continued his nothing words and absentmindedly fondled his brother's underwear, his dick became fully erect. Not only that, but it lifted off his belly about an inch, raising his underwear waistband in the process. To further embarrass Robbie, he overtly stared into his brother's now open tent, held open by his tent-pole-like throbbing dick.
"Oh, Robbie. I may be your superior, but I am still your brother. So ... I don't understand why you are obscenely pushing your briefs wide open. Is it because you want me to see your big dick?" Robbie was just starting to answer that he wanted nothing of the kind, but before he could say so, Jamar continued. "Well, obviously. I mean, it would be rude and unacceptable if you refused my permission to see your dick. That is laughable. So ... you want me to see your dick because it is mine to see?" Robbie was floored. He nodded yes, thinking that that fitted with his brother's desires. Jamar never touched his bobbing dick; he only stared at it as if it was begging for a touch.
"You probably want me to fondle it for you too. I mean, you're still all tied up, and your dick is so hard. Why, it's stretching your undies so wide, it's gonna tear them apart!" Robbie's face was red with humiliation. "Oh, silly! You are such a dumb ass, dufus! It's nice that you are presenting your man-pole to me for my inspection and approval, but don't you think Mom and Dad should see it first?" Robbie just shuddered in fear and looked at him with bulging eyes.
"I wonder if you need to pee first." Robbie nodded excitedly to indicate yes, but Jamar was not looking at his head - just his stretched-out underwear. Of course, he knew his brother needed his morning pee, but why be so generous and comforting? It was Jamar's time to bask in the glow of his new power and superiority, and he was enjoying it now. This was his revenge for all Robbie's nigger slave jokes of so many years ago. Jokes that Robbie forgot and was part of his past, but hurtful jokes Jamar NEVER forgot. So, without looking at Robbie's face, he lightly touched his brother's twitching dick. It was not enough to make it shoot, just enough to ensure it was at full attention before they went downstairs for Robbie's... "show and tell."
"I know you are not allowed to ask a question. That's Dad's rule, so I could just ask you and let you answer, or ... I can decide for you so you are not burdened with the need to think for yourself. So ... I think you are fine not peeing, and we can just go down to breakfast. First, though, I need to pee." Jamar left his tied-up, all-boned-up brother and went into his adjoining bathroom. Robbie could hear a long piss and a flush, then Jamar returned, carrying Robbie's bathroom glass with a tiny amount of yellow liquid.
"Here you go, Robbie, I saved a bit of my precious fluid just for you. Your underwear is way too white." Then Jamar dribbled the small amount of pee over his brother's underwear, making a pee stain that spread to cover the full front panel of his Jockeys. How clearly his hardened dick could be seen right through the growing yellow wet fabric.
"If you tell anyone I did this to you, I will have your ass, and you will strongly regret challenging me. Instead, be the good little stud bro, and fess up to wetting your pants. OK, bro?" Robbie knew how this was going to go. He just nodded yes. Jamar smiled broadly. He finally untied Robbie and started getting up off his bed. Jamar, for the first time, actually yelled at him, "Who the fuck said you can get up?! You fucking idiot! Who do you think you are to move at all without my permission?!" Although he had been untied, Robbie immediately replaced his hands and feet at the bed's four corners as if he were still tied. So, he waited for permission to get up. Jamar wanted Robbie's dick as hard as a steel pole before taking him downstairs to his folks. So, he lightly touched every erotic zone on his brother's body and tickled and teased him until he was constantly moaning. He was untied yet had to stay spread-eagle as his black brother tickled and erotically teased him to near climax. Jamar, proud of his work, told Robbie, "Let's go down to the kitchen and meet my folks. Remember to keep your hands behind you."
Dutifully, he moved through the doorway ahead of Jamar and went down the stairs with his bouncing, pointing dick leading the way as he told Robbie that Matt and Rachel were "his" parents now and not "their" parents any longer. How odd that felt to him. Jamar pushed ahead of him and entered the kitchen first. Then Robbie entered. He saw Rachel, his mom, with her back to him. Matt was sitting at the table having coffee. Matt called his wife, and she turned. Robbie flushed red as he now stood before his mother, almost naked. He watched, intensely embarrassed, as her eyes fell directly to his very noticeable pole-like boner, pushing his briefs out away from his body. Jamar took a seat and just acted innocently.
Then Rachel sat down next to Matt. They were both extremely pleased to see Robbie with a boner and assumed it was his own making. Even though Jamar had something to do with it, Robbie was erotically excited to be humiliated like this. The coffee smelled good, as did the aroma of the toast that had been cooked. Matt pointed to the floor, indicating that Robbie should move to that spot. He now stood beside the table so that his still trapped erection projected over the table edge. "Stand tall and place your hands behind your head," Matt commanded. Robbie obeyed. "Come stand next to me, boy," Rachel commanded. "What is that inside your underpants?" His belly drew tighter as she reached out and stroked the fine hair that ran from his belly button down and inside the waistband of his pants.
"Miss, my ... my ..." Robbie stammered and shuddered. This was his mom he was talking to. She was the one he had always confided in. She had cleaned and cooked for him, kissed him on birthdays, and anytime he needed to be consoled. She had played and laughed with him, and now he had learned that she had been checking his soiled underwear and plotting his future. He stammered more as he said, "My... my ... cock, Miss." She asked if that was all as she pushed a sharp fingernail into his belly button. Looking straight into her eyes, he replied, "And my balls, Miss."
"Tell me, what is inside your balls, boy?" "Semen, Miss." She replied. "Don't you mean boy cum?" Robbie politely nodded in agreement. "Say it. Say I have boy cum in my balls." He repeated it word for word. If anyone was a mistress of humiliation, it was her. She and Matt had participated in their secret S and M club for years. But Robbie had yet to come to grips with that idea or that lifestyle. It caused Robbie's dick to bob. Matt and Rachel loved his reaction. They were going to work things out just fine. "And what is this? All this yellow wet stuff all over your underwear, boy?" She chided him.
"Miss, I peed myself this morning. I am so sorry. But I peed all over myself," Robbie whimpered in intense embarrassment. Both Rachel and Matt noticed that his dick remained erect. They knew he needed this treatment. They ignored that comment.
"Are you hungry?" Matt asked. Robbie responded positively. Taking a piece of toast, his father threw it to the floor, telling the boy to eat. Falling to the floor, Robbie ate the toast almost like a hamster.
He was then asked if he was thirsty. "Yes, please, sir." Begged Robbie. The water was cold as Matt emptied the jug's contents over the kneeling boy's head. Rachel smiled as it ran down his naked torso and soaked into his white underpants, revealing the outline of his pink bubble butt. It now showed his flesh color right through it. Rachel instructed him to stand up against the table with his thighs touching the table edge.
"Now," she said, "put your hand inside your underpants and tell me what you find. And then describe it." Robbie put his right hand into his briefs. "Well?" she said.
"I am holding my ... my ... cock." He stammered out its dimensions to her and said it was a cut dick. Then Rachel asked him what else he had in there. She watched his hand push down further. "I am holding my balls, Miss." She wanted him to describe those, too. She made him fondle himself even more by asking which side the largest one was on, and she was delighted in watching him squeeze himself to find the answer. Robbie had never felt so much humiliation. Jamar sat quietly and took it all in. He knew he would have many, many opportunities to dominate his white "slave" brother.
"Rachel?" Matt asked, "Did you say you had not seen Robbie's cock and balls since he was a toddler?" She nodded. "Well, do you think they are like he just described?" She said she wasn't sure and couldn't recall having seen Robbie naked since he was about nine or ten. Matt turned to Robbie and told him to pull his filthy underwear down. Could he refuse? What would be the penalty for failing to comply, he wondered? Robbie didn't want his mom to see his private parts because he was shy and modest. Matt's order to pull his briefs down resounded in Robbie's head. For a man - even Matt - to see his most intimate body area was one thing, but for Rachel to see it was another!
Matt had instructed him to push down his Jockeys and stand with his legs apart, hands again behind his head with his groin thrust forward, and to focus on the wall directly in front of him. He slipped the underwear down to bunch around his thighs. He was so embarrassed at having his dick and balls exposed to his parents, knowing they were looking at them and discussing them. Robbie felt fingers touch his hanging balls, then lift them to feel their weight, then fingers on the tip of his erect cock. All the while, not breaking his stare, facing the wall. His dick was once again bobbing up and down. He needed to cum, but not here, not like this. Fingers touched the tender glans all over. Matt stood up and moved behind him. Matt caressed the skin on the nape of the boy's neck, knowing the effect this would have. Robbie then felt Matt's hands run tiny circles on his firm, tensed buttocks - every sensation going straight to his cock.
Rachel sat back in her chair, coffee in hand, taking in the sight of their new trainee. She had dismissed from her mind the fact that he was their adopted son. Before their discovery yesterday, they loved him like their own son. But after they surprisingly found out that he had a deep need to be a sub, which Matt had then discussed with him in-depth, they had to make a life-changing decision concerning Robbie. Rachel and Matt could either maintain him as their loving, adorable son or accept him into their private world of S and M as their slave. They had chosen the latter, not because of their desires but because Robbie hungered for it. Without completely understanding S and M and its intense content, he knew it was "where" he belonged. Rachel was now one of his teachers and a good one. It was easy for her to switch herself into the mistress role even as she gazed at the naked, boned-up boy she was now humiliating.
Interestingly, Rachel and Matt were both gay. The relationship she and Matt had had since their first meeting twenty years ago was one of pretense. In their middle-class neighborhood, they felt strongly that they should come across as "strait-laced." Even adopting these two children was to help hide their darker, true interests and practices. Of course, they engaged in S and M practices in their home when totally alone. Still, the main expression of their erotica was saved for when they went to Hardington, a small town about thirty miles away. They maintained separate connections and friends where they lived, from where they "played." Hardington was an older hippie/punk safe haven. It was not a dirty town but one that was revived by the liberal artists' community. The several blocks of the restored downtown district were more pedestrian-oriented and featured shops like tattoo parlors, sex toy shops, piercing stations, custom leather-making establishments, and so on. The police understood and accepted a wide mix of social and public behaviors. It had a large gay population and a lot of straights into S and M. Many fringe groups found it a neat and comfortable town to live in or visit. Hardington was where Matt and Rachel would go, at least once a month, to join their power-exchange group to play out their dungeon games.
Rachel continued to look at every square inch of Robbie's naked body. She could see the humiliation in his eyes as Matt's touches were causing his body to tremble and shake. Rachel was pleased with his dick size, which would be critical to her plans. She continued to take in his body. He was pretty athletic in all the sports and swimming he did. Dark circles surrounded and emphasized his nipples, which were now standing proud of his taut pectoral muscles. She looked down and followed the trail of blond hair down again to his pubic bush and the thrust forward hips.
At that moment, Matt reached between the boy's legs. Robbie's balls rested in Matt's palm, which he used to pull forward and upward to give Rachel a better view. Robbie's underwear, now just bunched under his balls, was not removed to make him naked. No, it was more humiliating for Robbie to feel his underwear on his upper thighs. It was a false sense of security. It was so close, and it would be easy to just reach down, pull them up, and reclaim their privacy. But Matt made it remain there to taunt him. It made for a more indecent display for the family to see, his dick jutted out, and his balls were being pushed forward like some animal being inspected for sale or use.
As a final touch, Matt curled a finger back to spread apart the two spheres enclosed in the taut bag of skin. The boy's ball sac swung a few times when Matt let it go. Rachel was enjoying Robbie's humiliation, but her mind was busy planning her part in the few days ahead, which would be crucial to the boy's training.
"Do you think you will be able to handle pain?" Matt asked Robbie as he took one of Robbie's erect nipples and gave it a slow, intense-building pinch that caused the boy to wince and cry out, "Yes, sir."
To be continued...
Wow! Mom and Dad are treating their son, Robbie, like a piece of meat, a sex toy. And now Dad is talking about pain? However, it does seem that Robbie is identifying with these new sub-emotions. So, how far will this go? And what does Jamar have to do with Robbie's descent into slavery? Have we mentioned public humiliation? Look out!
Let me know your comments. Bruce Darkforce at gaydic@gmail.com