The Reluctant Slave - Part 3

3. Evan Morgan - Inconceivable Coincidences

(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)

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It should have been the most exciting day of my life. 
But like so many times when I'm enjoying myself, along 
came something to ruin it and plunge my life into utter 
chaos.

In fact, only the night before I'd finally lost my 
virginity. It was a momentous and monumental occasion 
for me as I suddenly seemed to transform from being a 
shy timid nerdy teenage virgin into a proud teenage 
masculine youth about to ascend manly adulthood.

Then all the next morning I'd strutted around with a 
cheesy grin stretched across my face, and a new macho 
swagger to my walk.

Noel had instantly recognised there was something 
different about me, and he'd smiled knowingly.

"Good on you champ... And about fucking time! Now you 
know why I got you that pleasure slave. Just make sure 
you pound his pussy every night and every morning, and 
you'll feel like a real man all the time!" he'd said 
cheerily as he'd clapped me on the back affectionately.

We'd both laughed in good humour, and for the first 
time in a long time, I felt a connection with Noel that 
I'd never experienced before.

Oh yes, I was aware of how different I felt. I no 
longer felt like the awkward little boy anymore. Now I 
felt like a man, a true man who'd fucked his own 
personal pleasure slave and proved he was just as 
masculine as any other man alive.

It showed too. In how I glowed and how I spoke quickly, 
trying to be friendly and fit in to any conversation 
being discussed around the breakfast table that 
morning.

Thinking back to the afternoon before, I can hardly 
believe it all happened. How once I'd selected my new 
pleasure slave, I'd shyly led him to my room and then 
taken the initiative of sexually using him.

Of course, Noel had given me a few hints before I'd 
retired, and also suggested a name for him, which I 
gratefully accepted.

"When you get him up into your room, make sure you 
trigger the pleasure unit in his micro-chip. It'll make 
him docile as a lamb begging to be slaughtered, and 
he'll respond as his meant to instantly. And don't take 
any shit from him. If for any reason he doesn't do what 
you want straight away, hit him with the punishment 
commands immediately. I guarantee he'll be as eager to 
obey you as any queer cock-sucking faggot, which is 
actually what he really is anyway." Noel had whispered, 
chuckling softly to me out of hearing range of father.

"And you should give him a name straight away too. Let 
him get used to it. A slave name that's appropriate for 
what he does the best. How does 'Swallow' sound? 
Believe me you'll understand exactly how relevant that 
name fits him after tonight." Noel finished before 
winking at me and dragging off the youngest new slave 
to his own room.

At first I'd just stood there, looking up at 'Swallow' 
as he stood in the mandatory slave position.

I must admit I loved the way his long hard 
uncircumcised penis stood out from his protruding 
groin. The very submissive and passive nature of his 
naked stance made me stiffen, and before I knew it, I 
ordered him to follow me and rushed upstairs to my 
bedroom.

Locking the door behind us as we entered my bedroom, I 
sidled over to my large king-sized bed and sat down on 
the edge. Suddenly I felt very timid and shy, not sure 
how to proceed.

"Come here Swallow!" I said finally, wondering to 
myself if I could really go through with this.

"Master, yes Master!" he replied straight away, and 
within seconds, Swallow stood before me in the 
mandatory slave position.

His head was again bowed low, his hands behind his 
back, his legs parted so wide apart, and his groin 
thrust out lewdly for my inspection. As always, his 
beautiful penis stood up to attention, its long length 
jutting out horizontally from his hairless crotch, and 
his large low hanging hairless testicles dangled just 
within my reach.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out and wrapped my 
fingers around Swallow's penis. It felt smooth and 
silky, but it vibrated and throbbed hotly in the palm 
of my hand as I gently began stroking it up and down.

With my other hand I reached forward and cupped and 
gently squeezed his large ample hairless balls.

"Pleasure level 4, proceed!" I commanded as I 
remembered my brother's earlier suggestion.

Looking up into Swallow's face, my own dick hardened as 
I noted how his whole body began to quiver and vibrate, 
how he'd half closed his eyes, how his mouth was 
slightly parted as he sensually ran the tip of his 
tongue over his moist boyish lips every time he felt 
the firmness of my soft fisted hand sliding up and down 
the length of his thick rigid boyhood.

He was breathing more deeply, taking in more air into 
his lungs as his firm muscled chest rose and fell 
rapidly as I increased the pace of my tightly clenched 
hand moving up and down his cock.

In a way, I was entranced. Here was a teenager who was 
the same age as me, who was taller and far more 
muscular than I'd ever be. Also, I found it far more 
exciting that he didn't even look like a real pleasure 
slave, as they're usually depicted in Slave Market 
Weekly or Deluxe Slave Edition magazines.

He just looked like a normal everyday teenage youth, 
but what made this far more erotic was the fact I owned 
him and had complete control over this young tall 
handsome youth.

Also, the fact I'd never done anything like this in my 
entire short adolescent life sent shivers up my spine. 
And even though I felt confused, I also felt utterly 
exhilarated, powerful yet cheap and very, very naughty.

Like a little boy caught by his best friend playing 
with himself.

Also, I still felt very nervous too, as I'd never done 
anything that might identify me as being openly gay, 
even though he was only a slave and I was his master. 
But here I was, thoroughly enjoying the fact I was 
jerking off my young male pleasure slave, about to fuck 
him, regardless of whether he wanted me to or not.

My dick was painfully hard now.

As I continued to look up into Swallow's face, again I 
realised how good looking he was. How closely he 
resembled my football hero and role-model.

Swallow definitely did look like a smaller compact 
version of Brad Cahill, and he exuded a boyish 
masculine sensuality which triggered my own rampant 16 
year old hormones, driving me wild with desire.

"Master, I'm ready to cum if you wish, Master!" Swallow 
gasped out breathlessly, his cock bucking and thrusting 
in and out of my fisted hand as he waited for me to 
give him permission.

"No! Not yet! Not just yet!" I instantly commanded 
loudly, immediately letting go his thickening boy cock 
that was on the verge of erupting.

The look on Swallow's face was one of pure devastation. 
Fighting back tears, he immediately bowed his head as 
he tried to hide his rising fear from me.

"Master, I have displeased you, Master! Master, please 
punish this worthless slave severely, please Master!" 
he blubbered, tears pouring out of his terrified 
distraught eyes.

"Swallow, it's alright! You're not in trouble, honest! 
It's just that I want this to last a while, do you 
understand?" I quickly said to him.

The relief that flowed through his tensed muscles was 
palpable. His posture immediately relaxed and as he 
sniffled, he even lifted his eyes up a fraction to 
glance at me and give me a sheepish embarrassed smile.

Then it was my turn. Shyly, timidly, I leaned back a 
fraction, and spread my legs apart. I hoped to god he 
knew what to do, because I didn't have the faintest 
idea of how to instruct him in giving me a blow job.

But before I could even squirm in embarrassment, he'd 
already sunk to his knees, moved quickly between my 
legs and expertly unzipped my pants and eased the whole 
length of my throbbing aching cock out of my tight 
jockey brief underwear into his cute little sucking 
mouth.

Instantly I was zoning out. I was squirming 
uncontrollably as the indescribable sensations his hot 
moist mouth were having on my dick send waves after 
rippling waves of orgasmic ecstasy through to every 
cell of my entire body.

It was unbelievable! I gasped for breath. I no longer 
had control over my trembling body.

Again, pure waves of exquisite pleasure swamped my 
body. Again the incredible sensations of his suctioning 
mouth repeatedly engulfing and swallowing the full 
length of my hard pulsating dick to the back of his 
throat lifted me to new heights.

And as his lips slid firmly yet gently up and down my 
straining cock shaft, and he used the flat of his 
swirling tongue to lick the whole length of the 
underbelly of my dick, I closed my eyes tightly and 
groaned in absolute happiness as my first ever orgasm 
induced by someone giving me a blow job, blasted 
powerfully from my quivering cock to fill Swallow's 
mouth to overflow.

Needless to say I collapsed flat on my back, and in a 
state of pure euphoric bliss, I slowly opened my eyes 
and looked down my body at Swallow's face as he 
dutifully opened his mouth as wide as he could, showing 
me how full his mouth was with my cum.

Unable to take my eyes off him, he kept his mouth open, 
and suddenly I realised he was waiting for me to tell 
him he could swallow.

"That's very good Swallow. You can swallow it all down 
now." I said, watching him as he swallowed all of my 
sperm.

Suddenly I giggled happily as it hit me what Noel had 
said about his name. Finally I'd caught on to why my 
older brother thought 'Swallow' was a good name for 
him.

Then Swallow quickly put his head back in my lap and 
proceeded to suckle and lick my cock and foreskin 
clean. And if I thought I'd enjoyed his warm sucking 
mouth on my cock, I was taken by complete surprise when 
he lowered his head further down and commenced licking 
and sucking on my hairy balls.

Even though I felt drained, Swallow's incredible 
tonguing and sucking of my balls made my dick stiffen 
up once again. I would have let him suck me off again, 
but now I wanted to explore his firm muscular smooth 
body.

I was excited and buoyed by the fact I'd just been 
given my first ever blow job. Now I wanted to 
experience and enjoy my first ever fuck.

Reaching down, I gestured for him to get up and help me 
undress completely, and then before I knew what he was 
doing, he quickly stood up, assumed the slave position 
and spoke in a small soft trembling voice.

"Master, thank you for letting me put your beautiful 
penis into my mouth, Master! Master, if I have 
disappointed you in any way, or not done a good enough 
job, I am ready to be punished severely, Master!" he 
said to my utter astonishment.

"Swallow, you were fantastic. Now hurry up and help me 
strip the rest of my clothes off." I said to him 
kindly, excitedly.

As Swallow attended me, I realised as he took off my 
shirt it didn't seem so embarrassing for me to be 
standing naked in front of him. Like Noel had told me, 
maybe I was finally coming to understand that Swallow 
really was my very own personal pleasure slave, and 
what he thought of me didn't matter at all.

Once I was naked, I told him to get into my bed. At 
first he looked at me strangely, hesitating a bit. He 
seemed confused, as if he'd misunderstood me.

"Master, please may I speak, Master?" he asked in a 
soft voice as he quickly, once again, assumed the slave 
position.

"Of course you can!" I answered, wondering why he 
seemed so flustered.

"Master, do you want me on top of your bed sheets, or 
between them, Master?" he asked.

"Well, in between them of course." I answered, feeling 
none the wiser.

Immediately he obeyed and slowly crawling between my 
bed sheets, his beautiful tall naked body stretched out 
as he sighed with pleasure. And as I heard him sighing, 
he turned over and lay on his back while looking up at 
me with eyes full of lost memories and sincere 
gratitude.

Then it hit me. Swallow probably hadn't slept in a nice 
comfortable bed since he'd been enslaved, whenever that 
may have been.

But now I was in a bit of a quandary. I wanted to fuck 
him, but I wasn't really sure how to go about it, or 
what position to do it in.

Again Swallow took control, as if instinctively knowing 
what I was thinking. Suddenly throwing the sheets off 
himself, he brought his bent knees up against his 
chest, grabbed his ankles and parted them as far apart 
as he could. In one movement, he had opened himself up 
to me and was exposing his tight little pink puckered 
love hole to me.

"Master, please fuck me, Master! Master, please put 
your beautiful penis in my tiny boy-pussy and fuck me 
hard, Master!" he said, his voice heavily laced with 
lust and his eyes glazed over as he smiled up at me.

I admit! I couldn't contain myself. One minute I was 
staring down at his young firm smooth hairless naked 
body, stretched out on his back, holding his ankles up 
past his head, forcing his own legs wide apart. The 
next I was clumsily climbing on top of him.

And as I lay down, I reached my arms around and under 
him as I pushed my excited throbbing cock against the 
entrance of his boy-hole. Suddenly my stiffness slid 
into him all the way, and when I was balls deep, his 
sphincter and all his anal passage muscles closed 
tightly around my cock and started to caress and 
massage it.

The sensation was too much for me. I started to fuck 
him slowly, not wanting to hurt him in anyway, and as I 
clumsily picked up the pace and his body moved and 
responded to my erratic rhythm, I couldn't help myself 
when I moved my head down and started kissing him full 
on his pouting thick lips.

No more than 5 minutes would have past when I found I 
was arching my back and I suddenly experienced the most 
intense orgasm I'd ever had in my young teenage life. 
This was way better than any jerk off I'd given myself. 
In fact, this had been better than the blow job he'd 
just given me.

I slumped on top of him, breathing heavily, lost in a 
sea of wonderment and bewilderment.

Slowly I lifted my head and stared into Swallow's face, 
an outpouring of inexplicable feelings of compassion 
and love flowing towards him. But he laid there, his 
face half to the side, his eyes squinted half shut as 
he peered through them and up at me with a frightened 
look screwing up his face.

"What's wrong Swallow?" I asked, suddenly worried I 
might have somehow hurt him.

"Master, I await your punishment, Master! Master, 
please hit me as hard as you can for not pleasing you 
better and prolonging your pleasures, Master!" he 
stammered, this time preparing himself and smiling a 
false smile as he lay there bent up and spread-eagled 
under my weight.

Instantly I kissed him on the lips once again, reaching 
under his smooth back once again and hugging him 
tightly to me.

"Oh, Swallow, I'm not going to hurt you! You just gave 
me the best sex I've ever had! In fact, it's the first 
time I've ever done it, and it was so incredible. Why 
would you think I would want to punish you?" I said 
softly, kindly, unable to stop myself from gently 
kissing his quivering lips.

"Master, it's what we were taught. A lowly slave is 
never good enough, and we should always expect to be 
severely punished no matter how hard we try to please 
our masters."

"They taught you this at the slave training facility? 
That's terrible!" I said astonished.

"Well, that's not how it is with me, Swallow. I thought 
you were fantastic." I said gently, amused at his 
concerns I would hurt him as I finally lifted myself up 
off him and slid my wilting penis out of his stretched 
anus. Instantly he slivered down under me and took my 
flaccid cock and emptied hairy balls in his sucking 
mouth, and as I looked down in surprise I watched him 
lick and polish them clean.

Eventually I fell asleep with Swallow lying next to me, 
and once during the night when I woke up to go to the 
toilet to take a piss, he immediately knelt between my 
parted legs and took my penis back into his mouth.

"Not now Swallow. I need to go to the toilet. You can 
do it again later in the morning if I'm still up to it, 
okay?" I said groggily, smiling tiredly at his 
enthusiasm.

"Master, you need not get up out of the warmth of your 
bed, Master! Master, please empty your bladder in my 
mouth and I will drink it all down without spilling a 
drop, Master!" he said meekly, looking up at me from 
his position in between my legs.

At first I thought he was joking, but by now I really 
needed to go, and as I thought about it, thinking this 
was terribly wrong but that it must also be part of his 
duties as well, I just shrugged my shoulders and 
allowed myself to relax completely. Instantly a steady 
endless stream of urine sprayed uninterrupted into his 
gulping mouth, and I listened enthralled as he noisily 
drank it all down.

After I'd finished and he'd nestled back next to me, I 
lay there for a while in deep thought thinking how 
wonderful it was to have my own sexual pleasure slave. 
Already I'd lost my virginity to an extremely tall 
handsome teenage slave who appeared to be the same age 
as me, who uncannily resembled Brad Cahill, and was 
completely obedient to every one of my sexual desires.

Eventually I fell back asleep, but awoke to see the 
early rays of the morning sun filtering through my 
bedroom window, and Swallow sucking deeply on my knob. 
Immediately I rolled him onto his stomach and climbing 
on top of his firm muscular back, I mounted him for a 
quick no-nonsense fuck, wanting to hurry up and cum 
before Monet came into my room to prepare me for the 
new school day.

After Swallow had showered me and then himself, and 
Monet had dressed me, I sauntered down to the large 
family dining room for breakfast.

"You know if you take him to school, you'll probably 
have to share him with some of the other students, 
Evan?" Noel had said to me as I'd finished off a slice 
of toast and marmalade. Instantly I was alert, 
wondering what the heck he was talking about.

"Evan, to be honest it'll be a great way for you to 
make new friends. Swallow there is an extremely 
valuable good-looking pleasure slave, so all the rest 
of the guys at school will be really envious. If you 
allow some of the more senior and well-known students 
permission to use Swallow now and then, you'll 
definitely be considered one of the 'in-crowd', if you 
know what I mean?" Noel continued.

I must have been looking stupidly back at my older 
brother, with a blank look on my face. How could he 
even think I'd do that? Swallow was mine, and I knew I 
was developing close feelings towards him. I couldn't 
possibly betray him like that.

Noel must have been reading my mind, because he 
suddenly smiled at me and chuckled loudly.

"He's nothing but a sex slave, Evan. Remember that at 
all times. He's been trained to do whatever you want 
and with anyone you want him to do it with. He doesn't 
care or mind. His only concern in life is to make sure 
you are happy at all times. Anyway, you might find 
things at school will change quite dramatically for the 
better once everyone sees him tagging behind you." Noel 
finished as he once again slapped me on the back and 
raced off to get ready for school.

And Noel was right. I couldn't believe how many of the 
students came up to me when I walked through the 
corridors of the high school classrooms. Before I'd 
even stepped inside, Joe Becker, a guy two grades above 
me who had always picked on me whenever he saw me, 
suddenly came up and asked if he could inspect Swallow 
there and then.

I was amazed. As I looked up at him, he kept running 
his eyes appreciatively over Swallow's naked body, 
waiting for me to give him permission. It was obvious 
to everyone there that my slave was a truly unique 
slave, and a very expensive one at that.

I mean, what could I say? Of course I agreed, and I 
watched as Joe immediately grabbed Swallow's erection 
and pumped it, before spinning him around so he could 
slide two large fingers up my slave's arsehole.

"Do you mind if he gives me a quick blow job before 
classes start. Love to see how good he is and I'd owe 
you one if you let him suck me off! We can go to the 
guy's toilet right now if you don't mind?" Joe said 
enviously, hoping I'd say yes.

So this is what Noel meant! I was really beginning to 
like the new opportunities opening up for me. I knew 
now high school would never be the same again. In fact, 
with Swallow in tow, I could see how I would suddenly 
become a well-known, well-liked student from this day 
forth.

I mean just consider it. Here was Joe Becker, a huge 
fat smelly guy who always terrorised me whenever he saw 
me, asking my permission to use Swallow, and promising 
he'd lay off me if I let him.

Anyway, Joe hurriedly led the way to the boy's toilets, 
where once inside, he forced Swallow onto his knees, 
unzipped his school pants and took his large uncut 
erect cock, before jamming it all the way into my 
slave's mouth.

I watched entranced, unable to look away as Swallow 
knelt there obediently sucking him off. The look on 
Joe's face was one of complete joy as he grabbed hold 
of my slave's ears and fucked his sucking mouth as hard 
as he could. When he came, he zipped up, and thanking 
me loudly, promised he'd keep the other bullies off my 
back if I'd let him do it again same time tomorrow.

And to my surprise, some of the other guys who'd come 
into the toilet block to watch Joe getting blown 
instantly approached me to see if they could go next. 
Shrugging my shoulders, I agreed, now smiling openly as 
each one stepped up to take their turn. Within 20 
minutes, Swallow had blown five students, and he was 
sucking on the sixth when the school bell rang.

Never had I felt so happy to be at school that morning, 
knowing I had something that everyone else wanted. Not 
only that, they seemed genuinely eager to do anything I 
wanted for a chance to inspect Swallow and then have 
him blow them.

I watched exhilarated as Swallow obediently sucked off 
all the guys. And as they each ejaculated into 
Swallow's mouth, they'd high five me as they zipped 
back up and left.

But as the day progressed, I suddenly realised I no 
longer wanted to share Swallow like this anymore. It 
was during lunch break when one of my few real friends 
came up to me and looked me in the eyes

"What are you doing, man? That's your personal pleasure 
slave, and a really expensive one by the looks of him. 
He shouldn't even be here. Besides, how can you expect 
him to be totally loyal to you if you share him around 
with everybody, Evan? I reckon you should get him home 
and keep him there from now on."

The words struck at my heart. Swallow had been my first 
sexual experience and I'd lost my virginity to him. And 
as I looked at him on his knees, sucking off some young 
skinny student I didn't even know, I saw for the first 
time a huge despairing sadness radiating from Swallow's 
hunched up kneeling body.

It was at that moment, as I realised I'd betrayed 
Swallow's trust in me, that I stopped lending him out 
to any other person.

So for the rest of the day, as more and more students 
made their way to me, I kept him close to me and 
rejected their requests, even though some offered 
money.

Then the day turned into a nightmare. It was Noel's 
best friends Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond who 
finally came up to me at afternoon recess, wanting to 
inspect Swallow. They didn't ask permission, they just 
pushed me roughly out of the way as each took turns 
cruelly weighing and squeezing Swallow's testicles and 
then ran their hands all over my slave's firm muscular 
body, before telling me they were now going to fuck 
him.

At first I didn't know what to say. I mean, Swallow was 
my slave, my personal pleasure slave, and I really 
didn't want to share him with anyone in any sexual way 
from now on. And even though Steve was a 6' tall, 
muscle-bound bruiser, and Trevor was 6' 2" tall, and 
both played on our high school football team alongside 
my brother, there was no way in hell I was going to let 
them bully me around like this, or take something from 
me that wasn't theirs.

But as they dragged my slave behind them towards one of 
the students' private resting rooms, with me shouting 
and yelling behind them, Steve suddenly rounded on me.

"I'll let you watch us fuck this fancy bitch slave cunt 
of yours, but if you try and stop either of us, we'll 
rip your arms off and shove them up your arse, you 
understand?" Steve growled as he threw Swallow before 
him into the room and onto his back on one of the cots.

I could see the terror on Swallow's face, and all I 
could do was nod my head in astonishment and fear as 
Trevor slammed the door shut behind us. Maybe it would 
be over as quickly as possible and I could then get 
Swallow back home straight away.

Instantly Steve rushed over to Swallow where he 
immediately lowered his school pants and jock strap 
around his knees, grabbed Swallow's legs and placed 
them over his shoulders. And before I could even move 
or say anything, he shoved the full length of his 
hugely thick raging seven inch erect cock all the way 
up Swallow's arsehole.

The scream that came out of Swallow's mouth was so loud 
that I thought my eardrums were going to explode, but 
it was just as quickly silenced by the loud sickening 
punches that continually connected with Swallow's 
grimacing tear-stained face.

"Shut the fuck up slut, and enjoy my big fat cock 
pounding your faggot pussy, slave bitch!" Steve 
screamed back as he continued to brutally fuck Swallow 
while at the same time slamming his fist into my 
slave's face.

Suddenly I found myself roaring with rage as I raced 
over and started pummeling Steve on his heavily 
perspiring hairy back with my small fists, desperately 
trying to get him off of my slave. Then, in the blink 
of an eyelid, Trevor closed in on me and I found myself 
sailing across the room, crashing against the opposite 
wall and slumping down onto the floor as Steve picked 
up his fuck pace and continued to sodomise Swallow 
brutally.

I had struck my head against the wall, and I was 
feeling concussed. Things around me seemed to slow down 
as I looked around dazed and confused.

As my senses slowly returned, I heard Steve bellow 
loudly as he blasted his load up Swallow's poor 
tortured anus, and when he'd finally finished, Trevor 
stepped forward and dropped his pants and y-front 
briefs. And just as Steve had done, he lifted Swallow's 
legs onto his shoulders, laid down heavily on top of my 
slave and began fucking him as hard as he could.

It seemed like an eternity before Trevor shuddered all 
over and he ejaculated deep up into Swallow's bowels, 
but that's when I noticed for the first time that Brad 
Cahill had entered the room.

Within seconds he had picked up Steve high above his 
head and flung him across the room. Then he'd pulled 
Trevor off Swallow and smashed his fists into Trevor's 
face until he knocked him out. Then Brad returned to 
Steve and began beating him around his face.

And when Steve lost consciousness, Brad hurried back to 
Swallow and crying openly, hugged my raped and battered 
pleasure slave close to his chest.

What the fuck was going on? I felt like I was in a 
surreal movie, where nothing made sense.

I knew I should get up and thank Brad for saving my 
slave, for getting Steve off of him, but what was he 
doing hugging Swallow and weeping like that. Why were 
they both clinging to each other and sobbing loudly.

And as I stood up unsteadily, it was as if a light bulb 
went off in my head, and a sinking nauseous feeling 
grew in the pit of my gut.

As both Brad and Swallow suddenly looked my way, and I 
saw the resemblance on their faces, I reeled in horror 
at what should have been so obvious to me from the very 
beginning.

"This is my younger brother Sean, you fucker, and you 
let them hurt him. I thought you were my friend, but 
look what you've done to him. How could you? What did I 
ever do to...?" Brad was yelling at me, his fury rising 
as he glared at me with absolute hatred in his blue 
eyes, but he was cut off as the voice of my brother 
Noel roared over his.

"You get away from my brother's slave or I'll have you 
arrested now, you faggot! Get away now or I promise you 
you'll never see your brothers ever again!" Noel 
bellowed as I watched him enter the room, escorted by 
his newest young slave following a step behind him.

Brad slowly stood up, flinching at Noel's words, and 
looking down at his brother Sean, he reached down and 
placed the palm of his hand tenderly against Sean's 
upturned tear-soaked battered and bruised face.

Then he turned, and ignoring Noel and me, and without 
looking up until he got close to Noel's newest slave, 
he suddenly reached out and hugged the younger slave 
boy close to him quickly before walking out the door.

Immediately Noel followed him, and as I quickly hurried 
out to see what was happening, I watched as Noel pulled 
Brad up and suddenly slapped him viciously across his 
face as hard as he could.

"You know the conditions, fuck-head. If you want to 
ever see them alive again, you do what I tell you. If 
you don't, then fuck off. Anyway, you got two days left 
to decide and then the offer lapses, forever!" Noel 
said angrily as he glared at Brad.

Brad just stood there with his head hanging, his huge 
hands clenching and unclenching, and when Noel had 
stopped speaking he instantly turned on his heels and 
left.

I felt like I was going to faint. Both these two new 
slaves were Brad Cahill's younger brothers and Noel and 
I owned them.

I looked around, realising no-one was in the corridors 
to have witnessed what had just happened, and as Steve 
and Trevor staggered to the exit door, I rushed back to 
Swallow, I mean Sean, to see how he was.

Quickly he stood up on unsteady legs and assumed the 
mandatory slave position. I could see Steve' spent 
sperm and bright crimson red blood slowly trickling 
down his inner thighs as he stood there with his legs 
as wide apart, his penis still rock-hard and jutting 
out from his hairless groin as he obediently held his 
hands behind his back. Terror and pain was written on 
his badly beaten face as he watched Noel walking 
towards me.

"Evan, get him home now before anyone sees you or him. 
I'll explain everything when I get home later today 
after football practice." He said to me, a flint-like 
stony look on his face as he glared at my terrified 
pleasure slave.

***

3.1 Noel Morgan - Vengeance Is Mine

(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel 
Morgan)

***

Yeah, I know! Everyone thinks I'm a bastard, a power 
hungry arsehole!

And as I've always replied, yes I am, and, 'Who gives a 
fuck?'

But more importantly, I didn't give a damn what anybody 
else thought of me as I had a mission, a very important 
mission that involved faggot-girl, as well as my 
brother Evan.

Either way, Evan would help me reduce queer-girl into 
nothing more than a quivering pleasure slave, a 
position within our society he would finally embrace 
with enthusiasm and eagerness, while at the same time 
helping me turn Evan into the man, the person I needed 
him to become.

Of course, the whole scheme had been worked out in fine 
detail, at the time the queer smart-ass had knock me 
flat on my back in front of my peers. And like I 
continue to tell everyone, it was the stupidest think 
he'd ever done in his entire life.

No one, but no-one takes me on, thinking they'll come 
out a winner. That's not how life works, especially if 
you piss me off.

From the time cunt-face had lost his freedom, along 
with his two younger brothers, and I'd then quickly 
purchased them, it was just a matter of time before I 
would embark on the next course of my plans.

Forget about how I displayed my two deeply humiliated 
new slaves in the study to father, Evan and Mr 
Hendricks. I can admit that I knew Evan, once he'd 
gotten over his shock, would choose Sean as his new 
personal pleasure slave.

How could it be any other way?

But forget that too. It's truly not important! Not when 
you need to look at the whole jigsaw in its entirety.

In fact, I need to take you back to when I first 
visited the faggot slime-ball and his two younger 
brothers while they were still attending the state-
owned 'Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.

Why? Because that's where you'll find all the answers! 
Because that's the time when I knew for sure my scheme 
was finally falling into place.

Yeah, I still remember it very well. It was the week 
before they were to be delivered to me at home. I'd 
determined it was time to check on their progress, and 
to test faggot-boy's resolve.

Like all slave induction and training compounds, it was 
very sparse in its appearance. After signing in, I was 
escorted to a huge underground concrete bunker, where 
my three new slaves were currently being housed.

The area reminded me of a massive basement, sectioned 
off into individual concrete cells that each contained 
an open pit for them to squat over when they needed to 
piss or crap, and a thin single mat for up to four to 
five slaves to share and sleep on, and a long trough 
where their mashed up slave food and pellets was 
pumped.

My escort, a huge bearded man in his late thirties and 
dressed in a grey regulation uniform, confirmed each of 
my slaves was now fully vaccinated and their micro-
chips were working seamlessly.

Then he took me into an adjoining small office area, 
and after making sure I was comfortably seated, he 
enquired politely how much time I would need with my 
slaves, and after considering his question for a 
moment, I indicated three full hours of uninterrupted 
privacy would suffice.

As he was leaving, he motioned for me to help myself to 
the caramel sweets and orange liqueur left out for my 
visit.

Oh, the privileges of wealth.

Five minutes later, 18 year old Brad Cahill, his 17 
year old brother Sean, and Justin, their 16 year old 
brother, were ushered quickly into the office and 
immediately lined up next to each other as they assumed 
the traditional mandatory slave stance before me.

And there I was! Witnessing my revenge blossoming 
radiantly before me!

There stood my loathsome enemy, completely humbled, 
with his blond haired head hanging low, his chin on his 
chest as he stared obediently and blankly at the floor, 
his hands behind his back, his crotch thrust out lewdly 
before him and his massive penis standing up rock-hard 
and rigid for my personal inspection.

And as I gloated at the fag's total submission before 
me, I suddenly realised I'd been transfixed by the 
sight of the faggot's huge erection.

Fuck his cock was big when fully erect! I'd only ever 
seen his large limp uncut dick in the school gym shower 
room when he was showering, but to see it now standing 
fully erect at eight and a half inches in length, and 
so thick, with his large hairless walnut-sized balls 
hanging low between his muscular thighs, just made his 
package look even bigger.

And his two brothers weren't shy in that area either. 
Impressive!

Oh well, back to business! I could play around with 
their genitals later, abusing and torturing them to my 
hearts content.

"Brad? Is that... Is that really you?" I asked him 
softly, pretending to be shocked by his current naked 
servile state as he stood before me.

"Sir, yes Sir!" he quickly responded in a soft 
trembling voice as he immediately recognised my voice. 
As he'd been taught, he'd answer me without looking up 
or moving a muscle.

Very good! I was impressed.

"Brad! Look up at me. Let me see your face!" I said in 
a sad voice, although deep down inside, my heart sang 
with joy, and my cock became rock-hard in my pants as I 
sat there looking up at my three handsome submissive 
and very obedient young slaves.

Quickly Brad lifted his head and stared back at me with 
fear, utter shame and despair etched deeply within the 
irises of his bright blue eyes.

Oh how glorious indeed.

"Tell me Brad! What happened to you?" I asked him in a 
gentle yet firm voice, pretending to be his friend at 
this, his darkest hour.

At first he was hesitant to say anything that might 
offend a free citizen like me.

But slowly, as he saw the fake concern and phony trust 
radiating from my eyes, he opened up as if I were his 
best friend to relate the whole story of his and his 
family's enslavement. Of how he and his brothers had 
been separated from his parents, how they didn't know 
where their parents were at this very moment, and how 
he and his two brothers now lived in absolute fear of 
what was going to happen to them.

Listening to his heart-rending tale, I could've quite 
easily dropped my feud with him right then and there, 
even restored them to free citizenship once again.

A very nice sentiment for those who love a happy 
ending, but of course there was no way I was going to 
let go of these fine specimens of enslaved youthful 
man-boys.

No fucking way! They'd each already cost me a pretty 
penny.

"Sir, please, is there anything you can do to help us, 
Sir? Sir, this has all been a horrible mistake, but I'm 
sure if you were to speak on our behalf, the 
authorities would have to finally take notice, Sir!" 
Brad nervously asked in a low timid fear-filled voice, 
unsure of himself, and frightened of what my reaction 
might be.

Oh, this was too good to be true.

Suddenly I heard a soft sad sobbing sound coming from 
the youngest brother who stood to faggot-girl's left, 
and instantly I saw the raging internal struggle Brad 
was having as he stood his ground and forced himself 
not to turn around and hug his little brother 
protectively.

Very good queer-girl! You've learnt very quickly!

Oh well. Enough of this sentimental bullshit! It was 
time I ended this farce and got down to business.

"Well Brad, this appears to be your lucky day, doesn't 
it? Of course I'll help you out. In fact, that's why 
I'm here!" I said smiling kindly, watching the faggot-
girl's sad despondent face suddenly light up with a 
look of overwhelming relief, while a smouldering flare 
of hope instantly sparked brightly in the pupils of his 
desolate blue eyes.

Yes, I could see the queer-girl's mind working 
feverishly as he began to see the heavenly light of 
freedom at the end of the nightmarish tunnel he and his 
family had been drowning in.

"Okay Brad, you're free! Why don't we go report to the 
manager of this establishment right now, sign the 
necessary papers and then have you escorted off these 
premises. Before you know it, you'll be a free citizen 
once again." I said magnanimously.

The fag's expression turned to one of incredulous joy. 
He was finding it hard to speak, to express his undying 
gratitude to me. Tears began sliding down the sides of 
his handsome face and his chest began to heave as he 
tried not to break down and weep uncontrollably in 
front of me.

"That's alright Brad! I understand! I mean, what are 
friends for if they can't lend a helping hand in times 
of need?" I said wisely, my eyes appearing to be full 
of concern for him.

Yes, he was overjoyed. And not knowing how to react to 
me, whether to rush up and hug and kiss me, he decided 
instead to turn to his equally stunned smiling 
brothers. Then sobbing openly, thinking the nightmare 
was finally over, he went to hug them each as huge 
relieved grins stretched across their pathetic cute 
faces.

As I watched them, I reached down and pushed a green 
button located on the office table. Immediately my 
escort arrived, and after telling him I needed to see 
the manager straight away, I turned around to speak 
with faggot-girl again.

"Come on Brad. Let's get this all sorted out once and 
for all." I said happily, watching as they all lined up 
to follow me.

"I think it might be best if just you and the large 
slave here go see the manager, Mr Morgan. These two can 
stay here while you get all the paperwork filled out. 
Once that's all done, you can come back and pick them 
up as you're leaving." My escort suggested, and nodding 
my head in agreement, I indicated for faggot-girl to 
follow me, and for his two brothers to wait here in 
this office.

When we'd arrived at the manager's office, the queer 
found it very difficult to break from his training, and 
as we entered, he instantly assumed the slave position. 
I could tell he was absolutely terrified of the 
manager, a large fat perspiring man who went by the 
name of Mr Kindred and chomped on a Cuban cigar.

"Get on your knees, boy! You know the drill when you 
enter my office!" Mr Kindred said as he came around 
from his side of the table, and waited patiently for 
faggot-girl to drop to his knees, reach up and unzip 
his pants and commence sucking his rather large very 
smelly uncut erection all the way to the back of his 
mouth.

"You're got to keep them in line all the time. No 
matter what! Now how can I help you Mr Morgan?" he said 
as he grabbed the back of queer-boy's head, rammed his 
fat hips forward and then extending his right hand for 
me to shake.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched faggot-girl on 
his knees sucking frantically up and down the manager's 
throbbing cock, his total fear of the obese man making 
him obey instantly.

But as he did his duty, I quickly explained what the 
situation was to Mr Kindred while he lowered himself 
back into his chair, pulling faggot-girl face after him 
and making sure his cock stayed within his sucking 
mouth. He considered it for a moment, before sliding a 
few papers towards me.

"These will need to be filled in first, and once the 
bitch has finished with me, he can sign the documents." 
Mr Kindred grunted as he pushed down hard on faggot-
girl's head.

And as Mr Kindred clearly enjoyed the blow job faggot-
girl was giving him, he immediately lamented what a 
loss Brad would be to the slave industry, asking me if 
this was truly what I wanted done.

Suddenly he grunted, slapping faggot-girl's head away 
from his groin. Then he ordered Brad to get up off his 
knees and sit on his lap. In front of me, with his head 
hanging in shame, faggot-girl immediately turned around 
and lowered himself onto Mr Kindred's large leaking 
cock, and with his legs spread wide open, I watched as 
the large cigar smoking man's penis slid all the way up 
faggot-girl's boy-pussy.

It was strange but very erotic to watch as faggot-girl 
began to bounce up and down on Mr Kindred's rock-hard 
cock, and once he'd set up a decent fuck motion, the 
manager quickly reached around faggot-girl's waist and 
commenced masturbating him in front of me before 
agreeing to do what I'd requested.

The look on faggot-girl's face was priceless, his 
complete humiliation etched on his sad reddened face as 
he avoided my eyes. And as Mr Kindred ordered him to 
bounce up and down faster and to hurry up and cum, I 
watched as my enemy concentrated on doing the old man's 
bidding.

Of course we all knew that faggot-girl already belong 
to me, but having Mr Kindred degrade him so completely 
in front of me like this, by fucking the faggot-girl in 
such a humiliating way and then forcing him to shoot 
his boy-juices all over himself was indeed a very nice 
touch.

Finally, Mr Kindred growled out loud, slammed his cock 
deep up into faggot-girl's stretched vagina while at 
the same time as he forcibly made him ejaculate all 
over himself.

Yes, life was good, and faggot-girl was now proving to 
me you could have your cake and eat it too.

Of course, once Mr Kindred was done with faggot-girl, 
he took the filled in documents from me and slid them 
in front of Brad. It took less than 5 minutes for 
faggot-girl to fill out the rest of the paperwork, and 
then for me to co-sign them.

"Right boy, you are now once more a free citizen! Now 
if I were you, I'd get out of here before I decide to 
change my mind!" Mr Kindred said to faggot-girl, who 
promptly followed close behind me as our original 
escort led us towards a room where some clothing had 
been arranged for faggot-girl to change into before he 
was released from the facility.

And as I watched him timidly shower himself as he 
cleaned himself up, and then dress himself in front of 
me, still avoiding looking at me, he asked softly when 
he could go pick his brothers up.

"What are you talking about? I said you were free! I 
didn't say anything about those two!" I said abruptly, 
acting as if he should be grateful to me for this small 
mercy.

Looking at me, I could see the confusion in his face. 
And I could also see fear flashing through his eyes.

"But they're my brothers. I can't leave them here. I 
have to take them out of here. Please, I need to take 
them with me. I have to protect them!" he stuttered 
frantically, trying to get the words out all at once.

Now I was looking at him in anger. Then raising my left 
eyebrow and sighing as I slowly nodded my head, I 
smiled sadly but firmly as I looked him in the face.

"I understand now! You don't know, do you? No ones told 
you, have they?" I said, not really expecting a reply.

"Let me clear up any misunderstandings you may have! I 
was your new owner, your new Master! I have been since 
you were all first enslaved. In fact, as soon as I 
heard you and your family had been arrested for tax 
evasion, I immediately went down town and bought the 
three of you. Cost me a small fortune I can tell you, 
so letting the three of you go free is quite out of the 
question! In fact, I intend to make my money back on 
those two, plus interest, which should hopefully cover 
the cost of letting you go free!" I said slowly.

The look on Brad's face went from shock to stunned 
horror, as what I was saying sunk in.

"Of course, I'm lucky my father has some very powerful 
and wealthy contacts or there would be no way I could 
make my money back. I've already organised for Justin 
here is to be sold off to a male brothel somewhere on 
the west coast of the African continent. Apparently the 
black men there have an insatiable craving for very 
young white skinned slave boys. Not quite sure which 
country they said it was, and to be honest, I don't 
think I've ever heard of it before. As you'd know, 
geography wasn't one of my better classes!" I announced 
indifferently.

"As for your brother Sean, well, he's to be sold off to 
a very large syndicate of very horny Japanese 
businessmen who just love to spend their free time 
torturing and mutilating white American teenage slave 
boys. To be honest, I don't think he'll survive more 
than a few months, which is unfortunate, as he really 
is a good looking boy. But if he does survive somehow, 
which I doubt, he sure won't look too pretty after 
they've finished with him. And I'm told the way they 
castrate their slave boys is positively gruesome, 
enough to make the toughest man puke his guts up." I 
continued, still speaking with feigned disinterest, as 
if Sean's future was of very little interest to me.

"And you Brad? Well, before I agreed to give you your 
freedom, it had been my intention to sell you to the 
warden of our prestigious maximum security prison, 
because apparently the 230 extremely violent and 
dangerous long-term prisoners being housed there need a 
permanent fuck-boy for whenever they get randy. I'm 
told if they're getting sucked off and their fucking 
boy-pussy all the time, they don't seem to get in as 
much trouble as they do when they're not getting their 
rocks off!" I finished, now acting as if the subject 
was too boring to continue discussing.

When I looked up into faggot-girl's face, for the first 
time I thought I might have overstepped the mark. He 
was livid, his face deep red, his blue eyes full of 
hatred and fury! He was standing there ready to launch 
himself at me, with his huge hands clenched into fists.

And strangely enough, he turned me on like I'd never 
been turned on before.

He looked like nothing I'd ever seen before, so 
erotically spectacular that my cock nearly burst 
watching him shaking in rage. And as he stood there, 
like a young mighty gladiator, looking not too bad in 
the hand-me-down clothes provided for him, I wondered 
what it would be like to fuck him right there and then.

"It was you from the beginning, wasn't it? You did all 
this, just to hurt me! Just to get back at me for 
hitting you! You fucking cunt! You're the one who 
destroyed my family...! And my parents...! You...! How 
could...! My brothers...!" he couldn't go on.

He was shaking violently with rage, and as the queer-
girl suddenly took a step towards me, I quickly stepped 
back.

"Punishment Level 2, proceed!"

Before the faggot-girl knew what'd hit him, the tiny 
neural punishment unit embedded into the nano-circuitry 
of the micro-chip recently injected into Brad's spine, 
sent out a rapid series of energy pulses that frayed 
every nerve ending in the faggot's body.

Within seconds he'd collapsed on the floor and was 
floundering around, his muscled limbs shuddering and 
jerking spasmodically. His mouth opened and closed as 
he tried to scream but not a sound came out. His limbs 
flung out and cramped back close to his sides as 
searing pain lashed his entire body simultaneously.

I laughed as I watched the faggot-girl convulse before 
me, perspiration pouring off him as wave after wave of 
agonising pain racked his traumatised body. My initial 
setting of 'level 2' was truly inspiring, and I 
wondered what would happen to the poor slave who felt 
the full power of 'level 12'.

30 seconds later, as the energy pulses stopped, the 
faggot-girl lay there gasping, trying desperately to 
breathe as his chest heaved. Tears poured from his 
terrified bulging blue eyes and he sobbed 
uncontrollably as he curled himself into a fetal 
position, moaning as the last residues of the agony 
he'd suffered abated.

Well, at least that part of the micro-chip works, I 
said to myself smiling happily as I looked down at the 
queer-girl trembling there before me.

Yes, this was how it should be! I sighed happily as I 
looked down at the queer-cunt panting and gasping in 
shocked pain at my feet.

Fag was getting his breathe back as I was watching, so 
just for the fun of it, I smiled as I decided to see 
what would happen if I increased the punishment level.

"Punishment Level 4, proceed!" I commanded.

The effect on faggot was instantaneous and spectacular. 
Flopping about on his back, his limbs cramped and 
paralysed up against his body, he again bucked and 
spasmed, shuddered and shook all over far more 
violently than he did the first time. His eyes bulged 
out even further and spittle sprayed from his gaping 
silently screaming mouth.

And as his body began to stop trembling in pain, I 
again raised my voice.

"Punishment Level 5, proceed!"

It was a long few minutes before the faggot finally 
calmed down and once the energy pulses had stopped, it 
still took the fag more than 3 minutes to regain 
conscious awareness as the intense seizures of pure 
searing agony continued to torture every nerve ending 
of his body. And then another 6 minutes of struggling 
pathetically around as he tried to make his body and 
muscles move so he could pull himself up onto his 
knees.

"Oh, for fuck sake, get up on your feet! You're 
starting to really bore me now, and I've got more 
important things to attend to than worrying about you 
and you fucking brothers, faggot!" I said.

Precariously, shaking all over, he finally got to his 
feet. With snort leaking from his nose, tear rolling 
down his cheeks and snuffling back weakly at the sobs 
that racked his large tortured muscular body, he 
managed to look me in the face.

"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let 
me take my brothers out of here! I've got to protect 
them, and I'm all they have now! I'll do whatever you 
want, I promise!" he said softly, his voice breaking as 
he sobbed openly in front of me.

"Well, well, well! Here we are and the mighty captain 
of our football team is begging me to save him and his 
brothers. But it isn't good enough that I've just freed 
you, is it? No thanks from you for that little bit of 
compassion! Now you want me to do more?" I spat at him 
sneering.

"Now listen to me real carefully, you stupid faggot 
cunt!" I said.

"You're right! It was me! I did this to you. To you, 
and to your whole fucked up mongoloid family! And do 
you want to know why, slave? Because I hate your putrid 
fucking guts! And just for your info, I've always hated 
you, since the day you first enrolled in my school."

"And seeing you like this, standing before me begging, 
offering to do anything I want, just confirms the utter 
revulsion I have towards you!" I told him in a low 
ominous voice, watching the frightened broken look 
deepen within his eyes as he absorbed what I was 
saying.

"Now you know the truth! And there's not a damned thing 
you can do about it because that micro-chip in your 
spine will make you do whatever I want, regardless of 
the fact I've just let you go free. Now if I were you, 
I suggest you get your fucking act together, and hurry 
on out of here, and hope to God I never see you again!" 
I snarled scornfully.

"And just remember this, faggot-girl! After one month, 
your brothers will be sold as I told you, and I'll make 
a nice tidy profit. So you better get used to the idea 
that you're now all alone in the big wide world, cunt!" 
I said, digging the barb in deeper as I sneered at him.

"Please Noel! I'll do anything you want, but please let 
my brothers go!" Faggot-girl blubbered, looking at me 
in the most soulful doe-eyed way as he suddenly sunk 
down to his knees in front of me.

This was it! The moment I'd been waiting for had 
arrived! Immediately I changed tacked, and speaking to 
him in a clear firm voice, I ordered him to look up 
into my eyes.

"Okay faggot-girl! I'll make a deal with you! All you 
have to do is turn up at my place in ten days time. 
Some of my friends will be there, and I want you to get 
on your knees and beg me to suck my dick. And then 
you're going to beg me to fuck you!"

"Once I've finished with you, you're going to do the 
same with my friends. If by the end of the night I'm 
happy with your total obedience and performance, you 
will then voluntarily sign a legal document which will 
make you my little brother's personal pleasure slave. 
If you do this, then I won't sell your brothers, and 
I'll hand them over to you to do with as you please." I 
added.

"It's totally up to you, Brad! Of course, it shouldn't 
worry you when it comes to sucking cock, or getting 
fucked up the arse, especially after what I've just 
witnessed here today. Anyway, you've got ten days to 
make up your mind." I finished.

"I'll do whatever you want, but what about my brothers? 
I need to see them before I leave! They need to know 
that everything will be alright!" he wept, groaning in 
despair as he looked up at me.

"No, you can't see them until after ten days. Don't 
worry! I'll go explain everything to them now. They 
will of course stay here until the end of this week and 
then they'll be sent to my home. They'll both be kept 
safe and sound. In fact, if you decide to agree to my 
terms, you'll be living with them before you know it, 
looking after them! Now get up on your feet and walk 
out before I have a change of heart." I said dismissing 
him completely.

All I wanted to do now was go and check on my two new 
slaves and sample their cock sucking and arse fucking 
delights.

***

3.2 Brad Cahill - A Cry in the Night

(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad 
Cahill – Pleasure Slave)

***

It's true to say I now lived in terror of the implanted 
micro-chip, the slave's ultimate pleasure and 
punishment device.

The effects on my young 18 year old mind and body that 
first time were devastating, resulting in me instantly 
understanding my life had changed forever and I was now 
just a slave and I would from now on have to submit 
completely, obediently to any and all free citizens.

And regardless of how tall and muscular I was, how good 
looking people told me I was, or how well known I used 
to be, I knew now I was nothing but a common slave, a 
slave in a world that saw us as expendable labour, like 
animals to be bartered and sold as disposable 
commodities to prop up our national economy.

Many people might think that I should have put up more 
of a fight as soon as I met the six Slave Enforcement 
Officers. As I'd invited them into my room, many might 
imagine I could have quickly slipped past them and made 
my escape.

But life isn't like that, and I know now I really 
didn't have a chance. They knew what to expect, like 
the many other free citizens they'd enslaved before me, 
so I knew it would have been pointless to struggle.

Others might think I shouldn't have submitted so 
quickly to their rampant lusts, that a real hetero guy 
like I'm supposed to be would have somehow fought back 
against the micro-chip's inbuilt program.

If that's the case, they don't know what they're 
talking about. The fact that the micro-chip implanted 
in me had the ability to completely take control of my 
body and everything I did is prove enough that there 
was nothing I could do to fight back.

For three long hours, against my will, I had no choice 
but to let them use my mouth and my arsehole over and 
over again. When they ordered me to look up into their 
leering grinning faces and smile, with their cocks 
still jammed all the way in my mouth, I found myself 
forced to smile.

And every time they ejaculated in my mouth, I 
obediently swallowed their endless amounts thick sticky 
sperm. I can make no excuses for my total submission 
and inability to fight back, except my ability to rebel 
had been completely stripped away from me.

And when Officer Downing ordered me to sit on his lap 
so he could hug me closely and masturbate me, I admit 
being unable to stop myself from responding to his 
lecherous touch, as he made me become fully erect in 
his fisted jerking hand, ordering me to concentrate 
totally on making myself cum.

Yes, I'd felt humiliated and degraded. And I can tell 
you I wept openly as I felt my budding maleness and 
youthful masculinity slipping away from me as I finally 
realised I was no longer a real man.

But in my fragile shocked state of mind, I knew I had 
no choice but to obey. There was no fighting back. Most 
importantly, I knew I couldn't fight back against the 
all-commanding micro-chip injected into my spine.

When they'd finally finished fucking my mouth and my 
arsehole and the three long hours were finally up, they 
redressed, re-cuffed me and then walked me out of my 
dorm room naked. With Officer Conroy holding tightly 
onto my fully erect penis, and pulling me along as he 
quickly led the way out of the dorm, we exited the 
campus house and crossed the dark student car park 
where they bundled me naked into the boot of their 
patrol car.

There was no-one around, and to my surprise, even after 
the oral and anal abuse I'd been subjected to for those 
three long hours, I still sighed with shuddering 
grateful relief that none of the other guys from school 
were out and about at that time in the morning to 
witness my complete degradation and enslavement.

Ten minutes later, after we arrived at the Federal 
Internal Taxation Office, I was ushered through the 
slave entrance of the tall 48 floor skyscraper, and 
taken straight to a holding cell where my plasti-cuffs 
were removed and I was locked up by myself.

Left alone with my own frightened nightmarish thoughts, 
I immediately thought about my family, wondering where 
they might be, if they were okay. And as images of my 
father, mother, Sean and Justin, flooded my head, I lay 
down on the thin rubber mat in the middle of the cell 
that served as a bed, and suddenly broke down and 
started sobbing.

I think I fell asleep, exhausted by the events of the 
previous evening, and I remember having some horrifying 
dreams that taunted me, where my parents and brothers 
smiling happily would come and see me, and then melt 
away and vanish as soon as I reached out to hug them.

It was the clanging and opening of the solid metal cell 
door that woke me, and as I sat up staring in fear at 
the person walking in, I tried to calm myself down, to 
concentrate on what was happening.

"You slave, you should be up on your feet, or on your 
knees if you're not quick enough to stand, assuming the 
traditional mandatory slave position. Now get up off 
your lazy ass, do what I've said, or by God, I'll have 
you punished in ways you can only imagine!" the sharply 
dressed grey haired man scolded me.

Immediately I was on my feet, my legs wide apart, my 
hands behind my back, my head bowed low, and my crotch 
pushed out in front of me as far as possible, trembling 
uncontrollably in fear. Also, my penis suddenly became 
rock-hard, jutting out and up nearly flat against my 
stomach.

The man, who was probably in his late 50's and dressed 
in a stylish suit, smiled as he watched me quickly take 
the slave position. Immediately he walked up to me and 
took my thick erect penis in his hand.

Instantly tears of frustration flowed down my grimacing 
beet-red face as I felt his fingers stroking me, 
tickling my piss slit. And as the straight young 
teenage guy inside me rebelled in repulsed anger, I 
tried to step back out of reach of his molesting 
fingers. But to my distress and utter surprise, I 
instantly found myself pushing my groin out even 
further, unable to stop myself from enjoying the 
sensations his stroking hand was having on my erection.

Again tears rolled down my face as I realised my body 
was betraying me, regardless of the revulsion I felt 
deep down inside.

"Not that you need to know, but my name is Mr Pearson, 
and I run this agency. Thought I'd come down here 
personally and see for myself the new slave everyone is 
talking about." He said, his eyes traveling up and down 
my naked muscled body as he continued fondling me.

"Yes, you are an extremely good looking slave. And by 
the looks of it, you're a lucky one too. Seems you'll 
be keeping your foreskin, and you won't be branded like 
all the other slaves usually are. Of course, you will 
be having all your body hair permanently removed, 
except for the hair on your head." he said 
nonchalantly, while cupping my hairy balls and weighing 
them in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly he slapped me hard across my face, stunning 
me.

"When I speak to you slave, I expect you to respond! 
I'll not punish you this time, but next time...! Now 
here are a few pointers of what's expected of you, 
slave, and you'd better not forget what I tell you!" he 
glared at me.

"Whenever a free citizen enters your presence, you will 
immediately assume the mandatory slave position. 
Whenever a free citizen man speaks to you, you will 
always respond with 'Sir, yes Sir'. If it's a free 
citizen women you will always respond 'Ma'am, yes 
Ma'am'. Do you understand slave?" he said.

"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied instantly, tears still 
spilling from my eyes.

"Good slave. I think you might just make an acceptable 
slave yet. In fact, I hope you do. As it is, I must 
admit I wouldn't mind fucking that cute looking mouth 
and boy-pussy of yours now. We don't usually get many 
handsome young slaves like you in here, and I've got 
some free time before my first meeting this morning." 
he added, as he returned his hand to my erect penis and 
stroked it, fingering my piss slit once again.

"Anyway, it appears the court has decided to grant you 
permission to see your parents for one last time, 
slave. I believe you'd like that, wouldn't you slave?" 
he state, and this time he slowly reached down and 
pulled the zip of his pants down as he waited for my 
reply, watching me closely to see how I reacted.

But to his surprise, and my own, at the mention of my 
parents I'd instantly dropped to my knees and lifted my 
head and started to plead with him, suddenly babbling 
on, nearly hysterical.

"Sir, oh please! Please may I see them? I don't know 
what's happening, and I'm worried about my br..."

Instantly I was cut off as he once again slapped me 
hard across my startled face.

"Shut the fuck up, slave! You'll be told what you need 
to know and nothing more! Now how much do you want to 
see your parents, slave?" he scowled angrily at me, 
before stepping back, undoing his top trouser button so 
his freshly laundered business pants slid down his 
skinny hairy legs to lay crumpled up around his ankles.

I immediately assumed the slave position on my knees, 
with my head bowed low, trying not to cry as I answered 
him. Again I felt another piece of my young teenage 
maleness slipping away.

"Sir, I'll do anything you want, Sir! Sir, please may I 
see my parents, Sir?" I responded, my voice quivering, 
feeling the bile rise in my gut as I knew what he'd 
make me do next.

"I thought you'd say that, slave! So why don't you 
hobble forward on your knees, look me in the face and 
smile, and then ask me real nicely to suck my dick. If 
you sound convincing, and I don't have to trigger your 
micro-chip or your 'pleasure level' program, and 
there's a twinkle in those boyish blue eyes of yours, I 
might let you see them one last time. If you don't 
sound convincing, then you'll have just wasted the last 
chance you'll ever get to see them." he said.

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him he 
was a real fucked up sicko. As my revolted mind tried 
to make sense of the lunacy surrounding me, I 
immediately knew I couldn't fight him.

So, sobbing back a heart breaking groan that threatened 
to escape, I quickly moved forward on my knees and made 
myself smile up at him.

I knew this was my only chance to find out what the 
hell was happening, so choking down any disgust I might 
have felt, or any young manly pride I might still have 
had, I looked him in the eyes and began begging him to 
allow me to suck his cock.

I pleaded in a loud voice, trying to make my voice 
sound husky with desire and at times breaking with 
emotion as I implored him. And as I looked up into his 
face, I found myself praying to God that he'd let me do 
it, that he'd let me suck him off, just so I could 
finally see my parents.

The grey haired man looked down at me with an 
appreciative wolfish grin on his face, enjoying the 
humiliating way I was begging to suck his dick. His 
eyes were half closed, his breathing was shallow, and 
then he gestured me to move forward in front of him.

"Yes, you definitely are a good looking young slave. 
Now reach up and carefully lower the front of my 
underwear and when my stiff dick pops out, I want you 
to lick and kiss it for a while." he said, watching me 
carefully as suddenly the micro-chip in me took over 
and I found myself leaning forward, reaching up to do 
what he'd instructed of me.

"Mmmm, that feels wonderful! Worship my cock for a 
little bit more, slave! Oh yes, that's very nice! Now 
use that cute pointy tongue of yours to lick my piss 
slit. That's it, a few more times! Oh yes! Now reach 
around behind me and take each of my arse cheeks in 
your hands and start massaging and kneading them as you 
take my whole prick all the way into your mouth!" he 
said, sighing and moaning softly at times as I obeyed 
him.

As I began sucking him off, while massaging and 
caressing his arse cheeks, he grabbed the back of my 
head and started running his hands through my blond 
hair.

"Yes, indeed! You are a good looking cock-sucking 
slave. A very handsome young cock sucker who will 
definitely make some very rich free citizen a very 
happy man! Now start sucking me off harder while I fuck 
your face, cock sucker. Suck me off like the good 
little blond bitch I know you are! And moan real loud 
for me, slave! Moan as if you really love giving me 
pleasure!" he grunted as I obeyed him, taking the full 
length of his pulsating erect five and a half inch cock 
all the way to the back of my mouth as he gripped 
clumps of my hair in his fists and slammed his 
thrusting groin into my face.

It didn't take him long to cum, but as he shot his 
salty thick sperm into my sucking mouth, he ordered me 
not to swallow, to hold it in my mouth as he slowly 
slid his deflating uncut cock from between my tight 
lips.

"Yes, that was very nice, slave. A bit more practice 
and you'll be an expert before you know it. Now open up 
wide and show me how full your mouth is." he said as he 
stood there looking down at me.

I opened up wide and showed him his thick globs of 
sticky man seed covering my tongue and filling the back 
of my mouth, and then he told me to swallow it all. 
Then ordering me to lean forward once again, he told me 
to gently suck his now flaccid dick clean while 
sticking my tongue under his foreskin at the same time.

"Well slave, I promised you I'd take you to see your 
parents, but I want you to do two more things before we 
head off. Firstly, I think I'd really like to see you 
masturbating yourself! Such a strong good looking slave 
like you should be able to put on quite an entertaining 
show. And if you do it as well as you sucked my cock, I 
may even let you see your little brothers as well. Do 
you understand me?" he said patiently, an evil smile 
crossing his face as he looked down at me kneeling 
before him.

Immediately, even though I was still on my knees, I 
found myself automatically placing my hands behind my 
back, lowering my head, and thrusting my crotch up 
towards him, all against my will.

"Sir, yes Sir!" I replied softly, my mind empty of all 
emotions or feelings as I now prepared myself to do any 
perverted thing this man might want me to do. But I 
didn't try and fight against the commands my micro-chip 
were sending to my brain as I knew this may also be the 
only opportunity to see my brothers as well.

"Secondly, after you've masturbated yourself, you're 
going to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck 
you. It would be criminal if I didn't sample your boy-
pussy while you were in my care. Of course, you'd 
better make my riding your pussy very good for me as 
well, understand?" he smiled at me. Again I heard 
myself answer I would do what he wanted.

"Okay then, slave. Let's get you enjoying this as well. 
Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" he commanded in a firm 
voice. Instantly my body was swamped with exquisite 
feelings of pure pleasure as I followed his 
instructions.

"Now lie down on your back in the middle of the floor 
here. That's it! Spread your legs apart as wide as you 
can, lift your head up and smile at me. Good slave! Now 
start jerking off, get that cock of yours as hard as 
you can, and make it look as erotic as you can. Ah very 
nice indeed!" he continued.

"Okay, now when you feel you're about to ejaculate, I 
want you to aim that big cock of yours at your face, 
open your mouth as wide as you can, move your head down 
as far as you can, and catch as much of your own 
spurting boy juices in your mouth." he said, a 
malicious grin spreading across his face.

Again my micro-chip kicked in as I lay there with my 
legs spread wide apart, on my back in the middle of the 
cell, obediently jerking my rock-hard dick as he'd 
instructed. And smiling as sensually as I could, I 
looked up into his face, and started moaning and 
grunting, hoping the noises I was making would add to 
the erotic image of my squirming humping naked body as 
I furiously masturbated myself in front of him.

"Yes, very nice! Now do it faster! Oh yes that's good! 
Now bounce your buttocks up and down off the floor, get 
a steady rhythm going! Mmmm, very good slave! Now reach 
down with your other hand and squeeze and pull on those 
huge fat hairy balls of yours." he added.

Before I knew it, regardless of the fact I was 
completely ashamed and humiliated by what I was being 
forced to do and my face was bright red with 
degradation by this stage, I felt the familiar tingling 
churning in my large tightening scrotal sac, which 
meant I was on the verge of blowing my load.

Quickly I spread my legs even further, hunched my chest 
forward a fraction so I could move my head further 
down, aimed my throbbing eight and a half inch erect 
cock at my wide open mouth and blasted four powerful 
spurts of my shooting sperm between my widely stretched 
lips. I was gasping for desperately needed breathe by 
this stage and the remaining spunk that shot out of my 
spluttering cock splashed all over my face and chest 
before I finally collapsed flat on my back.

"Now that was something worth seeing, slave! Of course, 
you can scoop up that mess you've made all over 
yourself with your fingers, and use it to slick up my 
penis." he laughed as he watched me get up off my back, 
scoop up my own cum and apply it thickly to his erect 
cock.

And as he'd indicated earlier, I found myself 
obediently turning around quickly as I got onto my 
hands and knees, and offered up my bottom to him.

"Sir, please fuck my boy-pussy for me, please Sir! Sir, 
please fuck my tight little vagina as hard as you can, 
please Sir!" I intoned in a loud voice, unable to stop 
myself from saying the horridly disgusting words that 
sent an invisible knife of despair through my heart.

"Yes, that's it! Now let's increase your pleasure 
program while I'm fucking you. Pleasure Level 4, 
proceed!" he commanded as he drove his cock into my 
quivering twitching anus.

Again my arsehole gripped at his penis as he slid it 
all the way up into me, massaging and caressing it, 
milking its full throbbing length. Again my body 
quivered and trembled uncontrollably as waves of pure 
pleasure washed my entire being as I felt him lie flat 
on my back, wrap his arms around my chest as he set up 
a steady rapid fuck-motion.

"Uhhhh, that's good slave! Squeeze my cock harder, 
queer-slave! That's it, get your vaginal flaps 
squeezing tighter! Oh yes, make my dick feel really 
good, slave!" he moaned over and over again as he 
fucked me as hard as he could.

Finally he shuddered all over and grunted as he shot 
his load deep into me, and as he pulled out of me, he 
ordered me to turn round and lick his penis and balls 
clean.

"Okay slave. That was very good indeed! Now why don't 
we go and see your family." he said, and still 
breathing heavily, I stood up and obeyed him as he 
motioned me to follow him out of the door.

I was led through a maze of corridors and up and down 
many elevators. Eventually I was ushered into a 
brightly lit room where I was once again left by 
myself. The room wasn't very wide, yet seemed to be 
quite long, painted entirely grey and had no 
furnishings in it at all. There were no windows, no 
paintings or posters on the wall, and I looked around 
in confusion, wondering why I'd been brought here.

Then to my astonishment, the entire left wall began to 
brighten, shimmering as it became transparent as I 
turned and stared at it.

More importantly, as the wall became crystal clear, 
there stood my father and mother, and my two brothers 
on the other side, looking back at me.

The relief I felt as soon as I saw my family was short 
lived though. I realised they were each standing in 
four separate rooms that backed onto the long one I was 
in. And the rooms they were in seemed more like tiny 
cells. It also became apparent they couldn't see or 
hear each other, only me at the far end of their cells.

They too were all naked, and I immediately dropped my 
eyes as I watched my mother trying to cover herself 
with her hands. Of course, I didn't care if I was 
naked. All that mattered was I could see them all, and 
before I knew what I was doing, I rushed up to the 
clear plastic wall separating us and touched my hands 
to it.

Instantly I was thrown back, as a charge of electricity 
passed through me and threw me against the wall behind 
me. Staggering, I climbed back onto my feet and 
gingerly looked to where my father stood.

Instantly I started crying, cursing loudly as I tried 
to understand why the authorities would have beaten him 
so severely. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, his 
nose smashed to mush, and his lips were puffed up and 
bleeding every time tried to move his mouth. He was 
stooped over, and he stood unsteadily in the centre of 
the small cell he was in.

"Dad, are you okay? Can you hear me? What's happening! 
Please, Dad?" I blubbered, trying to see him through my 
tears, heart broken by the sight of his poor broken 
body.

"Brad? Is that you? Ah yes, I can just make you out 
there. I'm so sorry son, but they forced a confession 
out of me. I wasn't strong enough to resist. Please 
forgive me, but I had to do what they said! If I didn't 
sign the papers, they were going to castrate you all, 
and then sell you to some slave market in the Middle 
East. I couldn't let them do that to my boys." Dad said 
in a hushed pain-racked voice.

"Son, listen to me! I don't think I have very much 
time. I want you to look out for your brothers and make 
sure they're okay. I've always been proud of you son, 
so try your best and keep an eye on them." he said, a 
horrible rasping sound coming from his chest as he 
spoke. Behind him, as I watched in shock, a door opened 
and in came three large masked men in white coveralls. 
And before I could say anything, my father was quickly 
dragged limping out of the small cell.

My head was swimming. I didn't know what to do. I moved 
along the transparent wall until I could see my mother. 
She'd turned her back on me, so I couldn't see her 
nakedness, or how beaten up she was as well, and 
keeping her eyes low, she spoke in a sad broken voice.

"Brad! Son! Can you hear me? Now don't say anything, 
because I don't think they'll let us speak for long. If 
you see your father, tell him I love him. And always 
remember to look out for your brothers, no matter what 
happens." She gasped out, and I could see that she was 
hurting every time she spoke.

"You're all Sean and Justin have now, and they'll need 
your strength too, to survive what's happening, and 
what lays ahead in the future for you all. And Brad, 
always remember I love you boys with all my heart!" my 
mother finished, sobbing softly as the door behind her 
opened, and she too was unceremoniously dragged away, 
leaving the small room she'd been in empty.

By now I was frantic, hysterical. What the fuck was 
going on? Why were the state authorities doing this to 
us? I couldn't fathom it, and again I moved quickly to 
where I could see Sean, staring back at me with a 
mixture of pure joy and complete terror plastered on 
his face.

"Are you okay Sean? Have they hurt you? Can you hear 
me?" I rattled off, fearing he too would be dragged 
away before I'd had time to speak with him.

"Brad, yes I can hear you. I'm scared, really scared, 
and I don't know what's happening!" Sean said in a 
frightened trembling voice.

As had happened with both my parents, a door opened at 
the other end of the room, and in walked four masked 
men in white overalls. Moaning now, thinking they were 
going to drag Sean away, I tried to scream at Sean to 
look at me, but I stopped dumbfounded as each of the 
men began undressing.

Immediately they surrounded Sean and began beating him 
up, ordering him to get onto his hands and knees. Sean 
was crying in pain and terror as he obeyed, and then I 
watched in horror as one of the men knelt behind him 
and another man knelt in front of his head.

It was crazy! All I could do was look on as both men 
proceeded to shove their large erect dicks into Sean's 
mouth and up his arsehole. And when they set up a 
serious fuck-pace, I felt myself fall to the ground on 
my knees, begging them to stop it, to leave my brother 
alone.

They took their time, and I could see they were 
enjoying every moment of it as they raped Sean. 
Horrible squelching sounds as thick penises slammed up 
his rectum and loud gagging noises as rigid cocks 
pounded down his throat reverberated over the pa system 
connecting the two rooms, and as I watched in horror, 
each man began striking Sean's naked body with their 
fists as they continued to violently fuck him.

After all four had finished, without saying anything, 
they got up redressed, and walked out the door, leaving 
Sean lying sobbing on the cold tiled floor.

Suddenly, before I could respond, a section of the 
transparent wall directly in front of me popped out 
towards me, and to my surprise, it allowed me to enter 
and race over to Sean. Instantly I hugged him close to 
me. I couldn't stop crying, but after I'd checked him 
out, made sure he wasn't injured too badly, I carried 
him out of that room, and lay him on the floor.

Quickly I got up and stepped up close to the 
transparent wall again and looked straight at Justin, 
my youngest brother, standing in the last small cell.

"Justin, can you hear me? Are you alright? Please 
Justin? Just say something so I know you're okay?" I 
rattled on loudly, again becoming frantic as I tried to 
get his attention as I stared at his lowered head, at 
how his naked body shook all over in fear.

Again I watched in horror as the same thing that had 
happened to Sean, now happened to Justin. In walked 
four different men in white overalls, and this time as 
they stripped off, they began beating upon my little 
brother ordering him to get onto his back.

Poor Justin didn't have a chance as the four men 
sodomised him over and over again, crying and screaming 
for help each time they took their turns. Again, as 
with Sean, once they'd fucked him about two times each, 
they got up, dressed and left Justin lying curled up in 
a fetal position on his side as he moaned in agony and 
sobbed uncontrollably.

Suddenly a section of the transparent wall popped in 
front of his cell as well, and as I watched it swing 
towards me, I raced inside, grabbed Justin's limp body 
up into my arms and carried him out to where Sean lay 
shivering, and hugged him close to my chest. Instantly 
he looked up into my face, a stunned look on his face 
and then he broke down and started sobbing.

In moments, we had all sunk to the floor, and sitting 
there I couldn't help but hug them close to my naked 
body, as if the mere action would somehow protect us 
all.

Of course it wasn't enough.

As I held them to my chest, trying to comfort them, I 
couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face. For maybe 
twenty minutes we stayed like that, when suddenly 
twelve men in white overalls walked into the room to 
encircle us, ordering us to stand up and assume the 
mandatory slave position as.

But my memory fades of the horrible events that 
followed. I remember vaguely how I trembled in fear and 
shame as I'd tried to protest angrily, tried to scream 
out and struggle against six of these men who'd stepped 
forward. But all to no avail as my micro-chip kicked in 
and made me do what they demanded.

And as I'd fallen to my knees, feeling impotent and 
powerless, I'd watched with tears in my eyes as Justin 
and Sean were pushed down onto their knees next to me, 
I then watched in terror as three of the men stepped 
forward, unbuttoning their overalls, ordering us to 
blow them.

I was supposed to protect my brothers, but there was 
nothing I could do. I felt useless, desperate and 
utterly despondent as I watched the fear on my brothers 
faces growing. I know at the time I didn't care what 
they did to me. But when it came to Sean and Justin, 
well I couldn't just kneel there and see them shamed 
and degraded like this. But there was nothing I could 
do. Especially when I heard my little brother Justin 
start to sob, his small firm naked body shaking all 
over, looking at me and pleading for me to save him.

Again the terrifying memory of my micro-chip's 
obedience program forcing me to be completely 
submissive, rendering me incapable of protecting my 
brothers from these perverts and what they were trying 
to force us to do.

I remember how I thought I was going insane, that this 
just couldn't be happening. How I'd looked frantically 
at both Sean and Justin frightened faces, my terrified 
eyes begging them to forgive me that I couldn't protect 
them.

Yes, I can still remember how my two brothers had 
watched me as my micro-chip forced me to turn back 
around to face the first fat smelly man standing before 
me. I remember how I'd taken his rancid penis into my 
mouth, one of many erect penises I would be forced to 
suck.

I don't remember how long I stayed on my knees, but I 
remember with shame the continuous sounds of myself and 
my brothers slurping and sucking deeply on the rampant 
thrusting penises shoved into our mouth, of the many 
loud vicious open-palmed stinging slaps across our 
faces echoing throughout the room. How the three of us, 
side by side, obediently swallowing each of the twelve 
men's continuous spurts of endless sperm.

And yes, I can vaguely remember how the three of us 
finally gave up struggling to over-ride the micro-chips 
injected into our spines. How my brothers and I sank 
into a state of utter shock, and we'd obediently 
responded to their orders to pretend we actually loved 
sucking them off. How we quickly reached up with our 
trembling hands and gently caressed and massaged the 
hairy chests, stomachs, inner thighs and tenderly 
cupped and squeezed the huge dangling testicles of the 
men we were sucking off.

For four long hours we were kept in that small 
elongated room, the sounds of us moaning and cooing in 
pleasure filling the room as we fellated these smelly 
grunting farting men and then orally pleasured any 
other men who happened to walk in.

It's strange to look back and realise there is actually 
a huge gap of time missing in my mind. I don't remember 
anything but a few static images of how my two younger 
brothers and I were then pushed onto our backs and then 
made to beg each man to fuck us as hard as possible.

The micro-chips in each of our spines had by now taken 
over completely, making us lift our legs into the air 
and spread them as far as possible. And as each man 
mounted us, fucking us as hard as they could, we lay 
there and thanked them over and over again for making 
us into their personal bitches, their faggot whore.

But the worst was when they made us fuck and suck each 
other. I wept with despair and shame as I submitted to 
the men's demands unable to stop myself from sucking 
off my two brothers, and then fucking them as hard and 
brutally as I could when directed.

For four horrendous hours we were made to suck each 
other off, to repeatedly sixty-nine with each other 
before we were made to take turns anally penetrate each 
other.

I vaguely remember how it all finally it came to an 
end.

Of them finally making us stand and assume the 
mandatory slave position, of them taking hold of the 
leaking knobs of our fully erect cocks and leading us 
off to get finger-printed, photographed and showered.

I have the vaguest recollection of being brought before 
the slave courts, of the presiding judge authorising 
our "Lifetime" enslavement and then our immediate 
transportation to the state-owned 'Regional Slave 
Induction and Training Facility'.

But I do remember clearly the agony and pain of my 
micro-chip's punishment unit being used on me to snap 
me out of my shocked dazed state, how the slave 
facility officers laughed as they raised it to 'Level 
2', and how I had felt a huge piece of my inner-self 
die in that instant.

And then the nightmare got worse.

Our training began in serious. I do remember I couldn't 
do anything to protect Sean or Justin, as we were 
punished for the smallest infractions.

I watched in horror as our body hair was permanently 
removed, how we all looked like grotesquely tall pre-
pubescent boys standing in the mandatory slave 
position, there in the sterile shower block, as they 
hosed the smeared on hair removal crème from our 
bodies.

Once again Sean, Justin and I found ourselves placed in 
a single cell together. I'd wept as I realised we were 
being kept together, and I remember hugging them both 
close to me. Justin had the look of a desperately lost 
puppy, his eyes glancing frantically around in terror 
at our surroundings, while Sean was nearly always 
hysterical. I really wasn't any better, suffering from 
anxiety and stress as I wondered what was going to 
happen to us.

I remember how ashamed and humiliated I felt on that 
first night, when a booming voice sounding over a loud 
speaker, set our pleasure level programs to 3, and then 
ordered us to start practicing oral and anal sex on 
each. At first I tried to rebel, and again I was 
punished severely until my micro-chip kicked in and I 
found myself doing what was ordered of me. Whenever we 
had any free time, which was usually only late at 
night, we were required to suck each other off, and 
viciously fuck each other no matter how tired we were.

I can still remember how everyday I was disciplined 
about three or four times a day. All they needed to 
punish us was verbally announce the punishment level 
they wanted, and instantly we would suffer the 
excruciating agony that followed.

But the most humiliating thing done to us was when the 
on-duty officers sent for Sean, Justin and I. Every 
late afternoon, we would be brought to the officer's 
lodge where we were forced to orally and anally perform 
for them.

In the officer's lodge there would always be about 8 or 
9 men lounging around, and as we stood in the mandatory 
slave position before them, we would initially be made 
to masturbate for long periods before they took us off 
to designated cots and proceeded to use us for their 
personal pleasure.

I know my will and my mind were completely broken the 
first time we were escorted there. Ordered onto my 
knees before my two brothers, I was forced to take each 
of their thick teenage penises into my mouth and 
pleasure them to the best of my abilities. My micro-
chip's pleasure mode was set at 'Level 3' at all times, 
and I was unable to stop myself doing what was 
commanded of me.

But they were instructed not to cum, as the officers 
had decided it would be more fun to watch Sean and 
Justin fuck me. Ordered onto my back in the middle of 
the room, Sean was made to mount me, with my legs 
resting on his back. Obediently he fucked me, his face 
sad with utter shame, and once he'd finished, 
ejaculating deep up inside me, I was then forced onto 
my hands and knees where Justin was made enter me from 
behind.

With our pleasure modes set, we acted out the roles 
they demanded of us, spoke like the little boys they 
expected us to be, and for many hours each afternoon, 
we continued to perform for them before they took us 
off individually and made us pleasure them until they 
were tired of us and send us back to the slave 
barracks.

Time seemed to fly by, but I knew we had only been 
there a few weeks when Master Noel suddenly turned up 
unannounced. At the time, I didn't know what was 
happening as we'd been marched towards the small 
visitor's office and instructed to be on our best 
behaviour.

Neither my brothers nor I knew who we were seeing, and 
my greatest fear at the time was they were finally 
going to split us up, separate us forever.

Oh how I had nearly cried with relief when I saw Master 
Noel. It didn't matter that we'd had a few scuffles at 
school, or even that he mightn't have liked me that 
much. We were fellow high school students and football 
players on the same team.

To me, I remember thinking instantly here was someone 
who could help us. But I also knew he was a free 
citizen and I was now only a broken obedient slave. The 
brutal training I'd undertaken so far made me stand 
perfectly still in the mandatory slave position, and 
only when Master Noel gave me permission did I look up.

I remember that first time I saw him looking at me so 
sad. And as I realised what I must have looked like to 
him, completely naked, with my erect cock straining as 
it stood up ready for his inspection, I nearly broke 
down and wept then and there if it weren't for my 
micro-chip keeping me in check.

But more importantly, I remember how ashamed and 
humiliated I was that he was seeing me like this.

Then he suddenly said he'd help me. I found myself lost 
for words, unable to express my gratitude to him for 
saving me and my brothers from this horrible nightmare.

I remember the trip to the manager's office was a 
humiliation I tried to put out of my mind. For Noel to 
see me fall to my knees and perform oral on that large 
fat man, and then for him to see me being fucked up my 
arse and jerked off at the same time until I came all 
over myself, well, I'd hoped he knew I had no choice 
but to obey.

But as I was dressing, I was stunned when Noel told me 
I was free but not my brothers. That's when I finally 
realised that Noel was the perpetrator of my whole 
family's enslavement and I suddenly felt myself crack. 
In an instant, I wanted to kill him, rip him limb from 
limb. I wanted to take his neck in my hands and squeeze 
the very life from his body.

And then before I knew what hit me, he used my micro-
chip's punishment mode on me. Instantly I'd collapsed 
and felt the searing agony once again, and as he used 
it on me a second and then third time, he increased the 
power to a level I'd never experienced before.

And so I begged Noel to please give me back my 
brothers. Yes I remember pleading with him, telling him 
I'd do anything he wanted if he would just let me take 
my brothers out of that slave training facility.

But he wouldn't budge until I agreed to his conditions.

I was to turn up at his place, and with his best 
friends watching me, I was to get on my knees and beg 
to suck his cock and then beg him to fuck me. And then 
I was to let them use me the same way.

If I did what he wanted, and he was happy with how I 
performed, and if I signed a paper that would make his 
younger brother Evan my master and his personal 
pleasure slave, then he would hand over my brothers to 
me.

And so I was freed, allowed to leave that terrifying 
slave training facility to decide what I wanted to do. 
By then, I didn't care. I'd do anything for my brothers 
and if this was the only way I could help them, so be 
it!

So I went back home to find it had been left untouched 
since my parents and brothers had been dragged from 
there, and in a daze, I slumped onto my bed and cried 
myself to sleep.

The next day I wandered around, not knowing what to do. 
Whenever anyone looked at me, I'd hang my head in 
shame, thinking they knew I'd been enslaved and made to 
do things that had humiliated and degraded me.

I realised the three week long slave training program 
had altered me permanently, as I trembled whenever I 
saw other free citizen's with their slaves.

After six days I went back to school. There was nothing 
else I could do, and I thought maybe if I could see 
Noel, maybe ask him to be reasonable, to even beg him 
again to let me have my brothers back.

That's when I saw Evan showing off Sean. I followed him 
from a distance, not wanting either of them to know I 
was watching them. I knew Sean was being forced to have 
oral sex with anyone Evan told him to do it with, but 
it was only when I heard Sean's loud piercing screams 
coming from one of the students' private resting rooms, 
that I burst in to find Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond 
sodomising my brother in the most vicious and cruel 
way.

Instantly I struck out, lifting Steve above my head and 
throwing him against the opposite wall and then beating 
the crap out of Trevor. For the first time since I'd 
been released I hugged poor Sean's badly beaten naked 
body close to me, whispering in his ears that 
everything would be alright, that I would make things 
better.

And when I turned my head and saw Evan looking at me 
and then at Sean strangely, I lost my head and went off 
at him. He was terrified and confused, and then I 
realised he might not have known Sean was my brother.

But that's when Noel walked in, and behind him stood 
Justin. I didn't really listen to what Noel had to say, 
all my attention was focused on my two brothers.

That was when I knew I had to do whatever Noel demanded 
of me. There were no choices here. If I didn't, I knew 
he was sick enough to follow through on his threats to 
sell my brothers and I'd lose them forever.

Also, with the micro-chip still implanted within my 
spine, I knew I wasn't really free. I was only being 
allowed to wander around, as if in limbo, waiting until 
Noel chose the moment to reel me back in and finish off 
whatever horrible plan he'd set me up for.

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