(m/m, m/t, forced, slavery, nc, oral, anal)
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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
Prologue... Brad Cahill - A Daily Affair
(Extracts From the Recently Discovered Writings by Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave)
Instantly I wake up as I feel Master Noel turning over in his sleep next to me in his large king size bed. Blinking the sleep out my eyes, I can just see through the large bedroom window it is very early morning and the dawning sun has just risen in the east.
Silently, making sure not to disturb Master Noel in anyway, I slip my naked body off the bed and carefully step over the master's two other naked pleasure slaves, who are curled up asleep on the floor together.
Quickly, I make my way to the slave closet located in the master's spacious on-suite bathroom, where a special `slave's potty' has been placed in the middle of the room for all Master Noel's pleasure slaves to use during the night. With it sealed when not in use, the thin layer of bio-chemicals renders the contents odourless.
Hurrying, knowing there is very little time to waste, I clip off the airtight covering, then squat down so the small child-sized plastic hood at the front of the bowl covers my large penis to ensure I don't spray any of my urine onto the floor around me as I empty my bladder and bowels into it.
I can hear Master Noel murmuring softly now, not yet awake but I know it will only be moments before he opens his eyes. Terrified I will be too late, I dash back into the bedroom and hastily but carefully crawl under the bed covers and kneel facedown between his outstretched legs.
And then ever so softly, with my hands clasped behind my back, I gently suck his semi-erect, morning glory stiff penis between my lips, taking him tenderly all the way into my mouth as I begin giving Master Noel his morning blow job.
Within seconds Master Noel sighs and instantly starts urinating, the powerful jet of pungent acidic steaming liquid spraying the back of my throat and filling my mouth. He seems to take forever as I swallow it all down quickly, making sure none spills from my slurping lips sealed tightly around the base of his thick penis.
Finally Master Noel shudders and exhales softly as the last few drops of his dwindling urine spurts from his piss slit, and I slide the tip of my tongue over the top of his expanding flanged-shaped cock-head and then under the flesh of his long receding foreskin to clean out any leftover slimy residue collected during the night.
"Yes, that's nice faggot-girl. Just stay there and keep sucking me for a little bit longer." Master Noel mutters contentedly, he's uncircumcised penis unfurling, thickening and lengthening within seconds to its fully erect state in my sucking, tongue swirling mouth.
Moaning with pleasure, running both hands through my blond hair as I continue to deeply fellate him, I can hear Justin and August rising up beside the bed. And even though I can't see them because of the bed sheets covering me, I know they will have assumed the mandatory slave position.
They will be standing next to the bed, their feet wide apart, their hands clasped behind their backs, their heads bowed low with their chins touching their chests, and their hips thrust forward as far as possible, displaying their rock-hard penises for Master Noel's inspection.
Suddenly Master Noel throws the coverings off both of us, and I obediently look up over his thickly haired stomach and chest into his rugged unshaven face and his steely dark brown eyes.
At 19 years of age, Master Noel is 6' tall and one year older than me. He has thick black hair cropped short and usually spiked up with gel. His eyes are very dark brown, and he has a square chin which appears to have a permanent five-o'clock shadow on it, even after he's shaved.
He has a solid thickset muscular body with a thick growth of dark hair on his chest that trails down passed his navel to his very thickly haired groin.
His dick was big too, about seven and a half inches long when he's got a hard-on, and very thick. His balls were large, the size of large walnuts and extremely hairy.
Obediently I continue to look up into his face, forcing myself to smile sensually as his thick erection stretches my lips out wide. Then I watch obediently as he gestures for Justin, my 16 year old brother, to get on the bed next to him on his back.
It is the usual early morning routine. Like every other morning since Master Noel brought us to be his personal sex slaves, he will wake up, lie back in his bed and thoroughly enjoy the intense oral pleasures that Justin, August and I lavish upon his naked body.
As Master Noel now fondles with my little brother's large hairless testicles and slowly masturbates Justin's six inch rock-hard dick, I continue sucking Master Noel's thick erect penis, bobbing my head up and down, taking its long length all the way to the back of my mouth. As always, I keep my eyes focused on his face, awaiting the signal for me to stop and quickly climb on top of Justin's naked body.
"Okay faggot-girl. You can start fucking your little bro now, and both of you had better put on a good performance!" Master Noel says as he lets go of my brother's erect cock and pushes my slurping mouth off his own throbbing cock.
Immediately I crawl up and position myself between Justin's outstretched legs, and grabbing his ankles, I place them over my shoulders as I lower my large 6' 4" tall, hairless muscled body on top of his.
There is nothing subtle in what we do. I wrap my arms under my little brother's back, tightly hug his smooth naked teenage body against my chest, push my hips down, and feel my very thick fully erect eight and a half inch penis slide all the way up his willing anus. Then I start fucking him as hard as I can.
Justin responds as enthusiastically as he can, humping his spread buttocks upwards to meet my thrusting erection, and Master Noel looks on as we rut away, smiling lewdly as my little brother and I pant, moan and groan as we perform like two uninhibited perverted gay lovers for our master's early morning entertainment.
To Master Noel, this is just another form of foreplay. It happens every morning and he will direct us as to how to heighten his sexual gratification before he finally takes me up my boy-vagina.
"That's it. Oh yeah, that's a good slave, faggot-girl. But I want you to bum-fuck him harder. Slam into your little bro as hard as you can! Give him a damned good pounding and start kissing like the queer bitches I know you really are!" Master Noel murmurs, slowly stroking his own cock as he watches us, his voice full of excitement.
I have no choice but to obey. I pick up my fuck pace, a furious arse-pummeling that bounces and jiggles my little brother about under me in a grotesque ungainly manner. I sadly look into Justin's face, into his despairing eyes and see he is as accepting of our situation as I am. Besides, we both know we are now nothing more than Master Noel's sex slaves, and being brothers means absolutely nothing now.
We are not allowed to speak to each other, so I say nothing as I quickly lock my lips around Justin's and slip my large pointy moist tongue into his mouth.
And it is at times like this that I am very grateful that both Justin and I have each been fitted with a slave micro-chip. Injected into our spines at the time of our enslavement, the minute silicon chip controls everything we do.
All our master needs to do is speak his demands and the micro-chip forces us to do it immediately.
Also, Master Noel has permanently set our pleasure modes at `Level 3', which means our penises are fully erect at all times and our bodies are in a constant state of intense arousal.
Most importantly, this also means our anuses will accept any large-sized objects up them without too much discomfort, no matter what the size, and the muscles of our anal passages will instantly respond by massaging, caressing and milking them as they are forced in and out of our boy-pussies.
And so I fuck my poor little brother as hard as I can, and I know I am not hurting him, that the size of my huge erect penis will not split him open or damage him in any way.
In fact I can feel his anal muscles squeezing tightly around the full length of my stiff thrusting organ, and it is difficult not to enjoy the incredible feeling my little brother is giving me as I continue to fuck him with all my might.
Yes, he is my little brother and I feel humiliated and ashamed at what we are made to do to each other. But we are also Master Noel's personal pleasure slaves, and we must obey him absolutely without question.
"Oh yeah, that's very nice! You're both getting me all juiced up. Now slam him even harder faggot-girl! Pound your little bro into the mattress. Make him squeal real loud for me, as if you were raping him, faggot-girl!" Master Noel orders as he moves his naked hairy body closer to us.
Neither Justin nor I have any choice but to obey. Master Noel's instructions immediately trigger the tiny micro-chip's sensors implanted within our spines, instantly sending signals to our brains forcing us to respond accordingly.
Justin suddenly begins acting as if I am seriously hurting him. He begins weeping and crying out as I picked up the speed of my fuck-pace. He sobs uncontrollably as I fuck him viciously, my hips driving him deeper into the mattress beneath us as my cock pistons brutally in and out of him.
To Master Noel, we must have looked exquisitely erotic as we eagerly and enthusiastically performed for him.
I can sense he is totally turned on by my smooth naked muscled body covered in a thin layer of perspiration as I lay facedown on top of my little brother, fucking him with all my might.
With my little brother's knees now bent over my shoulders, his legs bouncing up and down on my back as my hairless bobbing muscled buttocks clenches and unclenches as I pound my dick up Justin's stretched anus all the way, I can tell Master Noel is getting impatient for us to hurry up and finish so he can finally fuck me.
And as I look at Justin lying there under me, at his youthful boyish face, I listen as he weeps and moans, his pleading voice muffled by my lips pressed firmly against his mouth.
To my shame, it doesn't take long for me to reach that state of no return, and as I feel my large hairless balls begin to tighten up and I feel myself ready to blast my spunk up my little brother's boy-vagina, and still fucking as hard as I can I quickly turn my head towards Master Noel.
"Master, my clitty's feeling really good now, Master! Master, may I spurt my squirting faggot-girl slave juices for you, Master?" I grunt out loudly between clenched teeth, while looking Master Noel in the eyes with a timid beseeching look etched across my face.
"Okay, faggot-girl. Go ahead and fill your little bro's vagina with your girly juices. And let's hope this time you can get him pregnant. I mean, after all those many times you've fucked him, he should be starting to show by now, don't you think? Now hurry the fuck up!" Master Noel chuckles as he watches me fucking Justin as hard as I can.
"Master, thank you so much, Master! Master, going to shoot lot's of girly juices up my little brother's vagina for you now, Master! Master, oh thank you, Master!" I gasp and groan over and over again as I pick up my fuck-pace even more.
My orgasm is intense. I am left breathless and on the verge of fainting as I ejaculate deeply up inside Justin's stretched pussy. And as I shudder all over, I can feel my younger brother's anal muscles squeezing and milking the last of my jettisoning sperm from out of the long length of my immensely large erect penis.
"Nice performance. I might give you 6 out of 10 for that one, maybe. Just missed out on a higher score because you really didn't show me how much you truly love fucking your little brother up his boy-pussy, faggot-girl." Master Noel says thoughtfully, a sardonic lilt to his voice as he watches me pull my now semi-erect dick from Justin's stretched and gaping anus and quickly kiss and lick my way down my little brother's young firm teenage body.
Once I reach Justin's rock-hard six inch cock, I take it into my mouth and start sucking him off as sensually as I can. Within minutes he is spasming on the bed, his longs legs squirming and opening and closing, his smooth naked body quivering as my tongue tickles the length of his penis within my mouth.
Justin is moaning and groaning, and suddenly he turns his head towards Master Noel as he starts humping his cock up into my sucking slurping mouth.
"Master, about to spurt lot's of baby girl juices for you, Master! Master, may I shoot my baby girl juices for you, please Master?" my little brother stutters in a high pitched trembling voice as he holds my head tightly and thrusts he's cock in and out of my tight lips.
"Okay, little slave bitch! You can blast away. Fill your big brother's mouth with your little spermies for me!" Master Noel says, now impatient and wanting us to hurry up.
Justin's orgasm is powerful. He groans and moans loudly as his throbbing penis expands hugely in my mouth before his balls explode, blasting out enormous amounts of sperm splashing the back of my throat.
But I don't swallow it as he continues to shake and shudder under me. I keep it in my mouth even as I squeeze the last of his cum out of his piss-hole with my lips, before quickly lifting his legs back up onto my shoulders, angling my cum-filled mouth down to his puffed up, red raw anus, and start sucking out the huge amounts of sperm I'd deposited there earlier.
This time it is my own cum that fills my mouth to mix with Justin's load. I swirl it around, not allowing myself to swallow, and suck even harder on his twitching boy-pussy to get as much out as I can.
Finally I lift my head and face Master Noel, and opening my mouth wide, I show him how much cum both Justin and I have produced for him this morning.
"That's good faggot-whores! Now it's my turn! You know what to do, so hurry the fuck up, cunt!" Master Noel says as he watches me quickly crawl out from beneath my little brother's raised legs and then lie down on my back with my arms stretched out way above my head.
And like every other morning, I hastily raise my legs into the air, parting them as I watch submissively Master Noel grabbing my ankles and placing them over his shoulders.
Once again I open my mouth as wide as possible and watch as Master Noel dips three of his fingers into the thick mass of cum pooled at the back of my throat. Quickly he lubes his cock up with it, and then dips his three fingers back into my mouth to scoop up a large amount which he slides up my receptive anus.
"You can swallow the rest of it now, faggot-girl!" he says as he positions the head of his leaking penis at the entrance to my boy-vagina.
Immediately I feel his aching leaking erection shove up me all the way in one hard push. And just like my little brother, my anus opens up completely, stretching wide to encompass Master Noel's penis in a tight firm massaging grip as it tries to pull his entire thrusting organ into me.
"Didn't think you'd end up being my personal fuck-toy, did you faggot-girl?" Master Noel sneered as he begins to fuck me as hard as he can.
"Just imagine, our most famous high school sports jock, the captain of our illustrious high school football team, now my slave and lying on his back, letting me fuck him up his hungry little vagina!" Master Noel grunts as he pounds his dick up into me.
He takes his time, reveling in the fact I am his slave, and that I can do nothing to stop him ravaging my body.
"Got to tell you faggot-girl? You look so good when you're being fucked by all my friends. Oh yeah indeed, it really turns me on! Can't just wait until tonight when they all get here for another one of our gang-bang sessions!" Master Noel grunts excitedly as he slams his erect penis even harder up into my vagina.
Unable to say or do anything, I lay there and feel his cock pulsing and throbbing hugely as he pounds it in and out of me, and in between breaths, he loudly proclaims I am nothing but a fucking faggot-girl. That I am now nothing more than a real-life queer faggot, and I will always be known and used as a homosexual sex slave for the rest of my life.
My humiliation is deep, my shame all-encompassing, and I know he is right. There is nothing I can do but submit to his and all his friends perverted lusts and perform like the faggot girl he wants me to be.
If I could cry I would, but the micro-chip in my spine won't let me. It forces me to smile up lovingly into my master's face and thank him over and over again for making me into his personal faggot whore.
Suddenly Master Noel's alarm clock went off next to the bed, a loud shrill ring that indicates it is time for Master Noel to get up, shower and ready himself for another busy school day.
"Oh shit! Well, we can finish this off in the shower as you wash me, I suppose." Master Noel says as he removes his raging cock from my anus with a loud pop, and stretches his limbs as he stands up.
August, Master Noel's other pleasure slave, who silently stands in the mandatory slave position with his hands clasped behind his back, his feet planted wide apart, his crotch pushed forward all the way and his thick six and a half inch erect penis jutting out from his hairless groin, immediately races into the master's bathroom, turns on the shower taps and adjusts the water temperature to just the way Master Noel's likes it.
Justin has also moved off the bed and is already waiting for Master Noel to step into the centre of the very large showering cubicle, soap and wash cloth in hand.
Just as quickly I hurry under the fine spray of warm flowing water and as Master Noel steps under it as well, I begin soaping up his chest, stomach and under his arm pits as Justin washes his back and applies shampoo to the master's wet hair.
Quickly we scrub him clean, and as I wash the foaming suds off the front of his body, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue over his hairy skin to make sure I have thoroughly cleaned every inch of his large muscled body.
My little brother is doing the same to his back, and as I wash and lick under Master Noel's armpits, I can see Justin has now dropped to his knees and is burying his face deep into the cleft of the master's arse cheeks.
"Now get on your knees, faggot-girl! And be quick about it!" Master Noel orders me, and immediately I drop to my knees and taking his rock-hard penis into my mouth, I start sucking him off as firmly and pleasurably as I can, while at the same time, soaping up his hairy crotch and large fat bloated balls.
As always, I look up into his face as I suck his penis and wash all around his groin. I can hear Justin is now sucking on Master Noel's arsehole, running the tip of his tongue around the master's tight virgin hole as he tickles it and sucks firmly.
"Get back on your feet and turn around, bend over and grab your ankles. I don't mind the blow job you were just giving me, but I'd much rather fuck your faggot pussy. Now hurry up!" Master Noel says to me as he pushes my mouth away from his throbbing cock.
Obediently I do as I am instructed, and once I am in the position he wants, spreading my feet as wide apart for him so that my anus is lined up directly with his penis, I feel him open me up and drive the full length of his erect organ into my stretching vagina as ruthlessly as he'd done earlier.
"Fucking faggot slave! Fucking your sloppy loose vagina real hard now, cunt! Yeah, that feels great! Push back, that's it! Now squeeze them queer pussy muscles nice and tight... Oh yeah! Harder bitch, push back harder!" Master Noel says as he reaches over my back to hold on tightly to my shoulders and repeatedly slams his hips forward as hard as he can.
I can feel his big hairy balls slapping against my own hairless low hanging testicles as he fucks me, and as I stand bent over holding my ankles, my feet spread wide apart, pushing my arse back in time with Master Noel's fucking motions, he gestures for August to stand in front of me. Immediately I lift my face up level with August's leaking cock, and suck him off at the same time Master Noel fucks me.
Within minutes Master Noel is shaking all over, and I can feel his cock expanding largely deep inside my faggot pussy. He is on the verge, ready to unload his spunk into me, and as August also senses our master's encroaching orgasm, he steadies himself too, ready to ejaculate into my mouth at the same time.
Within seconds I am flooded from both ends and filled with their ball juices, and as Master Noel pulls his semi-flaccid cock out of me, I instantly turn around, get back on my knees and take his now sensitive limp penis back into my mouth and gently suck his fleshy organ clean.
"Good girl, now help August dry me, and then have a quick shower as well. You can dry yourself with my used towels and when you're finished you can help August and Justin dress me for school." Master Noel says as he steps out of the spray of the shower, letting August and I dry him with two large fluffy white towels.
Quickly I wash myself as instructed and once I have used Master Noel's towel to dry myself, I hurry out to the bedroom to help August and Justin dress Master Noel for school.
Suddenly Master Noel grabs my chin, and looking into my face, he stares me in the eyes.
"While I'm at school today, you and your slut of a little brother are going to spend the entire day sucking and fucking each other. No breaks and no slacking off. My security video cameras will be on all the time recording everything you two do, so you better not disappoint me." Master Noel said menacingly.
"Also, you'll once again be meeting all my friends tonight, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour and do exactly what you're told. Understand, faggot-girl?" he states, squeezing my chin as I acknowledge him.
"Master, yes, Master!" I say softly as I immediately assume the slave position by placing my hands behind my back, spreading my feet as wide apart as possible, bowing my head in total submission and then thrusting my fully erect penis out towards him.
- Evan Morgan - A Friend Indeed
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
Did you know my deepest closeted desire was to stare longingly and lustfully at Brad Cahill's perfect 6' 4" tall muscular body, his short stylish sandy blond hair, twinkling mischievous deep blue eyes and extremely handsome yet youthful face?
Brad, at 18, was my ultimate role-model. He was everything I wasn't, and he was always kind and friendly towards me. The truth is I idolised him. In fact, since Brad was an exceptionally talented high school football player one year my senior, I was really surprised he'd even say hello, or spend any length of time speaking with me.
To me he was a really cool guy. He was strong, powerful, a handsome young teenage man I wanted to be like, to emulate, and I was always filled with goofy pride whenever he asked how I was.
Even now, I still find it amazing that he took time out to befriend me, a lowly 5' 5" skinny awkward 16 year old teenage boy, with black hair and brown eyes. To everyone else, including my own brother Noel, I was nothing but a pitiful computer nerd and geeky bookworm, with few friends and a really bad stutter.
And because he took time out to speak to me, I suppose it was only natural that I developed a huge crush on him from the moment I first met him. You see, from a very young age I knew I was gay. This in itself created major problems for me, because like I mentioned, I was still in the closet, and it was something I didn't want anybody to know about.
Unfortunately in this modern and progressive day and age we live in, where same sex between free male citizens and their male slaves is totally accepted and very much encouraged, sex between consenting gay free citizens is illegal and can get you enslaved or even worse. To be honest, it isn't smart to let anyone know if you're homosexual.
Anyway I secretly adored Brad from afar, but most importantly, I treasured the fact Brad was so kind to me. I would sit there on the benches watching him on the football field whenever he was playing.
And like all his other screaming fans, male and female, I would cheer loudly as Brad rose to the occasion, looking every bit the image of an extremely handsome `All American boy next door' high school sports jock who knew he was also a great football player.
But ultimately, Brad's befriending me was definitely the reason he eventually ran foul of my eldest brother, Noel.
Noel was also on the local high school football team, and although he was considered a good football player, everyone knew he just wasn't as talented or skilled as Brad. Also, unlike Brad, my brother was not well liked.
My brother was known as an extreme bully, someone who loved to intimidate anyone he thought was weaker than him. Over the years, I've heard some very nasty and cruel rumours about Noel, which I really hope are not true.
As it was, Noel hated Brad with a passion. I also knew Brad didn't really care, as he could quite easily defend himself and win any fight between them. But I could also see just how much this pissed my brother off, as Noel had always thought of himself as the top dog at our high school.
What made matters worse though, was Noel was never one to forgive or forget. If he saw anyone threaten or challenge his authority, he would painstakingly work out ways of getting even, so he could eventually prove he was the tougher, better guy.
I should know. I've been the butt of my older brother's wrath since I can remember. Even the fact that Brad took the time out to talk to me like a friend was way too much for Noel to handle.
My brother, who at 19 years of age was a year older than Brad, stood tall at 6', had short spiked black hair, a solid thickset muscular body and cruel vicious brown eyes. In his own way, he might have been considered a good looking guy, with an ever thickening growth of curly black hair on his chest that ran down in a v-shape to a thick treasure trail past his navel to his very hairy groin.
Unfortunately, regardless of his very masculine rugged looks, his spiteful and vindictive nature tended to make people shy away him. Except for a small group of senior high school buddies who liked to hang around him, everyone avoided him like the plague.
But the main reason Noel hated Brad was because our handsome blond haired rising high school football star came from the poorer side of town. To Noel, Brad was someone who should have known his place in society, like the Blacks, Hispanics and the slaves did. In Noel's mind Brad should have stayed in the ghettoes of his poor suburb and stopped acting as if he deserved the special privileges that came from being wealthy.
Yes, I admit my brother is a snob, and a terribly spiteful one at that. It's really no secret, and Noel's the first one to admit it. Noel thought it was improper for anyone of Brad's social status to be treated like the rest of us more well-to-do wealthy students.
He hated the fact that our high school funds were being spent on sports scholarships for no-hopers like Brad, especially when there were just as good or even better players like himself.
And as I mentioned earlier, the fact Brad took a friendly interest in me absolutely infuriated Noel.
To tell you the truth, my brother disliked me with a passion too. He always had. Ever since I was born, he'd gone out of his way to endlessly humiliate and degrade me in front of our parents and all his friends. He blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life, no matter how trivial, all because I wasn't as masculine and tough as him and tended to shy away from all physical sports.
Most times he'd ignore me, pretending I didn't exist. Other times, I'd have to suffer the ridicule and indignity of having him and his closest buddies beat me up for the smallest of infractions.
Once when Noel was beating me up in front of some of his loutish friends during a recess break at school, Brad suddenly stepped out of nowhere and pulled my brother off of me, shoving him aside and telling Noel calmly to cool down.
Noel had become livid with rage that anyone would interfere in what he considered to be a family matter and started swinging punches. For Brad, he'd just laughed, stepped out of the way and landed a cracking heavy handed fist to Noel's arrogantly jutting chin which sent my brother sprawling into an unconscious heap on the ground.
I remember how Noel had come to, eyeing me furiously, listening to all the other students gathered around laughing at him as he lay flat on his back in the dirt.
And even though I did warn Brad at the time, I should have known better. As a friend, I should have watched out for his back from then on, because I know my brother well.
I know Noel would definitely try and do something truly terrible to get back at Brad, as there was no way my brother could accept he'd been beaten and shamed in front of all his friends by a mere poor kid one year younger than him.
And of course, when Noel finally took his revenge out on Brad, it took everyone, including myself, by complete surprise.
Within a week, he'd struck back at Brad, as well as his whole family, in a way that left not only me but many people who cared for Brad, staggering with disbelieve from the sneer nature of its viciousness and brutality.
And as the full impact of what my oldest brother Noel had done sunk in, I knew then I had no choice but to do something to try to save my role model and hero, the guy who I secretly had a crush on, from the clutches of my brother's devastating vengeance.
To Be Continued...
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