TopSon Enslaves Dad and Son

TopSon Enslaves Dad and Son

Julian Hurt

The following story is fiction although it was inspired by an IRC chat concerning a dad and son slaves owned by a TopSon that purported to be true. It involves sexually explicit erotic intergenerational events involving domination and submission between males with limited aspects of incest and piss. If you are offended by such material or are too young or live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In this story the primary characters are HIV- and other STD-negative, do not exchange semen with others outside the triad, and so have elected to bareback. Send comments and suggestions to the author dad2own@hotmail.com

Chapter 1:

I had been on a trip and was anxious to get home. An unusually good connection gave me the option of switching to an earlier final flight, which I took.

I arrived home two hours early and entered the house quietly, leaving my luggage in the car because I wanted to surprise my 16 year old son, Justin.

Boy did I surprise him and his 18 year old friend Bradley. Justin was in the middle of the living room naked and hogtied facing down on the floor. He had a ball gag in his mouth, and was straining at the position which lifted his upper chest and knees off the carpet. Bradley was wearing just black boots and a leather vest, and had a crop-like whip in his hand. Justin had a few red stings from the crop on his backside and ass.

Astonished, I stammered, "What the fuck is going on?"

Justin, being gagged, of course could not respond.

Bradley, however could respond. He paused so long as to make me uncomfortable while assuming an almost sneeringly cocky and domineering stance, then said, "Your son and I are gay S&M lovers, Sir. I own him and I control him, Sir."

I paused, trying to collect my thoughts and come up with the right words. Finally I said, "Un-gag him. I need to hear from him."

Bradley complied. "Well, Son, tell me how you feel about Brad owning you, son?"

"i am owned by Master Bradley, Sir, not by any 'Brad,' Sir. He is my owner and this is what i need and want, Sir," Justin responded.

I asked both of them various follow-up questions to find out if they were sincere in their initial statements to me. Instinctively I knew Justin was speaking from the heart, but I needed reassurance, which their answers gave me.

Finally I said, "Carry on as if I am not here. I will make myself scarce in another part of the house until you finish, boys." Bradley nodded, but obviously did not like me referring to him as a 'boy'."

I took note of the reaction as I left them and went to my study.

Immediately I began to search for gay sites involving young guys in BDSM ownership relations, and about TopSons owning much older guys. I looked at the Nifty Archives' stories for ones about Intergenerational dominance and young Master/slave situations. Before I had found any closely resembling what I just had observed with my Son and Bradley Sir, I had creamed in my pants. Then I went to bed without looking in on them.

Chapter 2:

I slept fitfully, awoken by frequent erections. I knew they were associated with what was going on between Justin and Bradley, so I resisted temptation to jerk-off. I did not want to masturbate to thoughts of my son being owned by a hot young Top.

Finally, at dawn I got out of bed and ambled down to the kitchen, naked as I had slept, and fixed myself some coffee and toast.

Just then, Bradley came in, stark naked, his sizeable dong and balls swinging, leading my son Justin by a leash to his balls, with Justin's wrists tied behind his back.

Justin's erect cock told me my son was very happy. I said to Bradley, "You definitely are in charge. What would you like for breakfast? And what do you want your slave to have for breakfast?"

Justin knew to keep silent and let Bradley speak: "Prepare me bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast, orange juice, and coffee. For the slave, pour out a bowl of Shredded Wheat-no milk-and give to me, not to him.

I replied, "OK" then noticed Bradley's facial expression of dissatisfaction, then my son's rock hard response to how Bradley was treating me, and hastily I stammered, "Yes, Sir."

I immediately set to preparing Bradley's breakfast per his orders, then at the end hastily crumbled Shredded Wheat into a bowl-a cereal I knew Justin hated-into a bowl and handed it to Bradley. He took it, then pissed over it, placed it on the floor, and said to my son Jason: "Here's your breakfast, boy. Kneel down and eat it. "Justin replied, "Thank you, Master Bradley Sir," and then knelt down hands tied behind and wolfed down his pissy breakfast.

I sprung a strong erection as I watched my son obey, eagerly eating piss- soaked Shredded Wheat. Bradley noticed and said, "Looks to me like you wish you were your son down there. You want to be my second boy?"

I struggled to respond. My cock said yes and my brain said no, so I stammered, "I don't know Sir."

"That is 'Bradley, Sir,' boy."

"Yes Sir, Bradley Sir."

"I just asked you a question, boy. Answer me, boy."

"I don't know, Bradley Sir."

"What don't you know boy? Whether you want to be down there now or eventually, boy? Which is it, boy? ... Answer me boy!"

I mumbled, "Not today, Bradley, Sir."

"You will in time, boy." With that, he ignored me.

I quickly got used to the fact that my son Justin was always naked around the house, usually in some sort of bondage, and often had a well-spanked red ass or whip marks on his ass or back. Bradley seemed to be around all the time, including sleeping overs.

Bradley made no additional dominance overtures towards me for a week or so, but then one night I got up and passed Justin's bedroom and saw he was huddled sleeping on the floor at the foot of the bed, tethered to the balls by a chain that allowed him just enough freedom to crawl up into bed on command and service Bradley. I sprung a very strong erection, and went back to my bed and jerked off to that image.

Chapter 3:

Things like this went along until, one day, Bradley and Justin approached me. It was unusual that Justin, not Bradley, took the lead.

"Dad, i want Bradley to move in with us so he can own and control me more fully."

I responded that it wouldn't be much different since he always seemed to be here anyway, and said OK.

A few weeks after Bradley moved in, and I had become more used to being voyeur to their dominance/submission relationship and especially the sexual use and punishment of my son in my presence, they came to me again. Again Justin took the lead:

"Since Bradley now lives with us and owns me fully, we think it would be desirable to convert the basement into a dungeon/playroom like some we have seen on the web. Would you approve that, Dad, Sir?"

I paused and thought it through and then asked, "What would it cost, son?" deliberately ignoring Bradley in the discussion.

"Not sure, Dad, might cost $8k or more Sir, but I have $3000 in my savings that i can contribute and Bradley Sir has $1500, Sir."

Hmm, I thought to myself, that is serious money for such kids. As I deliberated, Bradley, showing unusual deference, said, "We would try to construct as much as we could, Sir, if we had access to your workshop."

I paused deliberately long to make them apprehensive, then said, "OK, but we have to agree on the plans. I can help you construct things."

That began a most unusual collaboration in designing and building the dungeon that eventually would be used control both Justin and me. I didn't consciously recognize then was to be the case at the time, but in retrospect I was pushing them both in the direction of building a dungeon to hold both Justin and me.

As the three of us put the dungeon together, Justin always naked, me in shorts and tee, and Bradley usually wearing some leathers and more directing than helping, we got to the point of designing a bondage table suspended on chains. It was an x-frame design with padded black naugahyde-clad plywood base for head and torso, with legs spread out to allow for crotch access, with ankle, calf, thigh, lower abdomen, chest, wrist, upper forearm, biceps, neck and forehead strep binders. Without saying anything, I deliberately sized it so both Justin and I could fit on it. When we got to the point of exactly where to attach the specific bondage straps, I suggested we should not just size it to Justin who might still be in his growth, but to a full grown adult so that it would accommodate Justin's growth and, if Bradley took on a second slave, it would fit all sizes. Bradley thought that was a good idea, and so I suggested we should position the straps so they would be effective strapping Justin down but also a full-sized man my size.

Both thought that was a good idea so both Justin and I lay on the table (him naked, me in abbreviated work clothes), and tried placing the straps to accommodate both of us and then marking the attachment places.

As the dungeon evolved, we added a lot of restraints. Because I was funding most of it, despite their substantial contributions, I insisted that we get duplicates of everything in case Bradley decided to take on a second slave. They agreed.

One day, as we were working on the dungeon, I said to my son, "Justin, you have your 17th birthday coming up. What do you want for your birthday present?"

Justin looked nervously to Bradley, who nodded go-ahead approval, and said, " Bradley Sir thinks i need to be kept locked in a chastity device, Sir, and that is what i want for my birthday, Sir."

"What device have you decided upon, son?"

"We have searched the Altarboy and lockedm4m sites, and it seems the CB6000 would be best because it would pass the metal detectors at school and be discrete under clothes, dad."

"What about PE class, son?"

"Master Bradley already has me shaved smooth, and so the guys all know I don't have pubic and armpit hair when I should have, Sir, and nobody seems to care, dad."

"Yes, but won't being in the locker room locked in a chastity device raise big questions, son?"

Bradley interjected, "The humiliation will be good for him. But I will instruct slave Justin to say that his dad caught him masturbating and locked him into it. You got any problems with that, slave's dad?"

I thought, did you mean to say "slave dad"? But I responded to Bradley, "That is up to you as my son's owner, Sir."

We looked up the CB6000 on the web, saw the various different sized cock- rings and punishment "points of intrigue," and determined that the CB6000 was inexpensive and could fit a wide range of slaves. When they decided that is what was to be Justin's birthday present, I again suggested that we order two with all the size adjustments, and they agreed.

They arrived on Justin's birthday and he has been locked ever since except for weekly cleaning, crotch shaving, and edging teasing and an occasional mechanical release.

Chapter 4:

It was the beginning of summer vacation. While Justin was locked up in the dungeon, Bradley sought me out and confronted me: "I know what you are up to with all your support of the dungeon-ordering duplicates of everything including chastity devices, wanting to size the bondage table to fit you as well as your slave son."

I slightly panicked, gulped, and said, "What do you mean, Sir?"

"You want to become my second slave, alongside your son, don't you slaveboy?"

I panicked. I knew he was right, I knew it was what I desperately needed and had been manipulating towards, but to say "Yes" and commit to ownership like my son was scary.

Bradley became irritated by my hesitation and simply said, "Strip boy."

I started to do so as he said, "Strip for your new TopSon Master and Owner."

i became naked as fast as i could, and as i threw off the last clothes, He said, kneel, boy, before your new owner." i did as demanded. i knew i had no choice.

He was wearing a new pair of codpiece leather pants purchased with the dungeon funds i had contributed. He said: "Keep your hands clasped behind you, remove my cod-piece and worship my cock. Keep me hard but don't bring me off unless I command you."

Thus began my introduction to endurance cock-sucking without the reward of a cum desert. It was to be the first of many lessons.

After 20 minutes where i was commanded to keep him rock hard yet not get him off, He crudely shoved me off his cock, causing me to fly back on my heels and lose balance, laughed at me, and told me to go get the spare CB600 chastity device.

He had experience locking my son Justin, so He quickly came up with the right cock-ring and points combination and had me locked. " I own you now boy-even more than I own your son Justin."

"The two of you are my slaves, and tomorrow we will begin the process of transferring total control of this household to me. But for openers, tonight, you are to be naked and shackled, just like your slave son."

He ordered me to go to the dungeon, obtain the spare set of locking ankle cuffs, the same 18" length chain that shackled my slave son Justin, and two locks to attach the locked cuffs to the short chain. i suspected, but did not know for sure, that my control would be at least as sustained and pervasive as the control i had observed him exert over my son Justin. I was not wrong.

Finally, He said, "Now that I own you, I am taking over the master bedroom suite. You are to vacate all clothes and personal items and stow them in the garage. I will decide tomorrow what you get to keep, if anything. You will move the pad and blanket your son generously has been allowed to use for sleeping at the foot of my bed to the foot of my new bed. The two of you slaves will share it, despite the fact that it was originally was intended just for your son. I think you will learn to share and enjoy the very intimate body contact that will be necessary for the two of you to remain covered and warm enough to be able to get some sleep. You had better learn to adjust to these new circumstances, because I do not see sleep deprivation as an excuse for any performance deficiencies. Plus, after two weeks, each of you will begin sleeping tethered to the balls by heavy chains locked to my bedstead."

i complied as did my son, and soon we were cuddling as close as possible to share the thin pad and blanket designed for just one slave, but now all that we had to share.

As we were snuggled together in intimate embrace my son, my fellow slave, joined in fetal position conforming himself to my embracing body. Soon we would learn to shift from me embracing him to him embracing me as we struggled to remain warm through the night and shift positions to enable some semblance of restful sleep.

But that first night of embraced sleep at the foot of my son's owner and my brand new TopSon owner, i whispered into his ear, "Are you happy, son?" He whispered back, "Yes dad, i knew you needed to be a slave, and my dream was that you and i could both be slaves to the same owner, dad. Master Bradley is an excellent owner, dad, and i know He is right for you as well as for me. i am so happy that you and i both are now Master Bradley's slaves. This is the answer to my dreams and prayers, dad."

Chapter 5:

That morning, my son and i were huddled together at the foot of the bed when my new TopSon Bradley called out, "Slaves!" Justin, obviously knew the drill, and sprang immediately to attention at the foot of the bed. Somewhat confused i slowly tried to imitate my son.

"That was unacceptable, slave boy #2! Ten demerits."

i didn't know how the demerits worked, but assumed it would result in punishment, probably a spanking or a whipping.

Justin whispered to me, say "Yes Sir, Master Bradley. Sir, Thank you Sir!" which I did.

Ignoring me, He turned to Justin and said, "What did you just say, boy? Who gave you permission to talk, slave boy #1?"

"Nobody, Master Bradley, Sir. slave #1 told slave #2 to say 'Yes Sir, Master Bradley. Sir, Thank you Sir!' Master Bradley, Sir."

"Ten demerits for unauthorized talking. Twenty for attempting to spare slave #2 from well-deserved punishment, boy."

"Yes Sir, Master Bradley. Sir, Thank you Sir!"

i really felt sorry for my son, getting punished worse than me trying to help me learn my new slave role. we would come to see that TopSon Bradley enjoyed playing his two slaves against each other, playing son against dad and vice versa.

"Get in bed, slave #2."

"Yes, Sir, Master Bradley, Sir!"

"Ten demerits for improper address to your TopSon Master, boy. Now say it properly, boy."

i wasn't sure what that would be and hesitated.

"Ten more demerits, boy. I gave you an order. Now obey, boy, or you will regret it."

i managed to stammer, "Yes Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir. Thank you Sir!"

"Still not correct, boy, twenty more demerits, boy. Now address me with proper respect, boy."

i figured i'd better put "TopSon Master Bradley" everywhere i could, and said, "Yes Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir. Thank you TopSon Master Bradley, Sir."

Before the day was up, I learned that wherever Justin was to say "Master Bradley, Sir" or just "Sir" i was to say "TopSon Master Bradley, Sir" or "TopSon Sir." i guessed that TopSon Master Bradley wanted to constantly remind me that i was owned by a guy almost as young as my slave son.

"Now get into bed and service me, slave #2."

i got up in bed staring at his morning woodie and unsure what I was supposed to do.

"Lube me up, boy."

i started to get out of bed and fetch a bottle of lube. "Where do you think you are going, slave #2?"

"To get some lube, TopSon Master Bradley Sir," I stammered.

"Use your mouth, boy. I want you to slick me up with lots of saliva, boy."

I figured I better not suck him off and went to work with my mouth. Justin stood at attention, his eyes focused on our owner's cock in my mouth. After about five minutes He pushed me off his cock and out of bed. i snapped to attention imitating my son.

"slave #1, on your back, boy." Justin sprang into bed, placed a pillow under his hips, and raised his legs back. "Lube his hole, slave #2."

i dove in eating my son's ass and getting his hole as slick as I could." Then TopSon Master Bradley barked, "Get away, boy" which I did, standing at attention as I watched him roughly fuck my son.

After He shot his load of seed deep into my son, He withdrew. There were brown smears on his cock since Justin hadn't been cleaned out yet today.

"Kneel, slave!" He ordered me, as He walked over to me. "Hands behind your neck and mouth open, boy." i complied. He stood with his cock head at my lips and said, "Clean me off, Slave."

i was disgusted at the thought of that cum and shit smeared dick being in my mouth, but i knew i had better comply eagerly, which i did. He held me by the head moving it so sometimes i was tonguing his pubic hair, sometimes, his shaft, and other times his glans. Then suddenly, He rammed his large cock to the hilt, and held me there choking for air when He let loose a load of acrid morning piss.

He pushed me off and I sprang silently to attention. "Don't you have something to thank me for, boy?"

"Yes Sir TopSon Master Bradley, thank you Sir for using me as your urinal, TopSon Sir!"

"Ten demerits. You got a lot to learn before you will be worth owning, boy. slaves don't have names. yours is 'slave #2.' slaves don't use personal or possessive pronouns referring to themselves. You say, 'the boy,' 'the slave,' 'this property,' etc. or just 'it.' Now say it properly, boy."

"Yes Sir TopSon Master Bradley, thank you Sir for using this boy as your urinal, TopSon Sir!"

I thought to myself, that we had been up only an hour already and I had earned 60 demerits and cost my son 30 more. Later that week I would learn that demerits are worked off by being flogged with a braided cat-o-nine- tails, a lash per demerit, though especially serious offenses were punished with caning.

"slave #1, take your slave and teach him how to take and administer enemas, boy."

Suddenly I realized what being slave #2 meant. i had thought it was just that Justin had become his slave before i did. Now i realized not only would i be serving TopSon Master Bradley but sometimes also subservient to my own son-as i had been when I had to lube his hole with my tongue.

As he prepared to teach me how to do the enemas he whispered in my ear, "dad, u need to remember both your total demerits and what they were for, so that you can recite them when you confess and beg for your weekly punishment."

Chapter 6:

After our enemas, and Justin, but not I, was allowed to shower and clean up, TopSon Master Bradley took us into the dungeon and had Justin lock me into the fisting sling. my head was in a hood with no eyeholes, there was a ball gag in my mouth, i was held in place by a locked waist strap, my wrists were locked into cuffs attached to a ring on the underside of the leather sling, and my legs were lifted up and back in stirrups attached to the sling's support chains.

i felt a gloved had start to intrude my ass, packing in some sort of substance- Crisco it turned out to be-and then my ass was invaded by a 11/2" by 11" dildo. Justin worked it in to the hilt, getting it past the sling muscle at the top of the colon. i heard some fiddling noise and felt the dildo move a bit in me.

i didn't know what was going to happen, when i heard TopSon Master Bradley's voice muffled through the hood say, "Get a pair of shorts, a tank top, and construction boots on boy. We got errands to do."

"Yes Sir, Master Bradley," my son replied.

Suddenly i heard the whirr of a motor as the dildo started pumping in and out of my ass. The dildo was so long and the stroke only 6" so that there always was at least 5" in me. There was no way i could escape it by rocking the sling. i started to panic as i heard the door to the dungeon slam and the key lock.

It seemed like i had been machine fucked forever when i heard the door to the dungeon open, the motor stopped, the dildo was removed, my ass was wiped like a baby and the grease cleaned off. Soon i was released from the sling and the gag removed. i was still hooded as unsteadily tried to stand at attention. Without waiting for a prompt, i said, "Thank you TopSon Master Bradley for machine fucking your slave boy, TopSon Sir."

"Ten demerits, boy. you didn't thank slave #1 for the experience, boy."

Already up to 70 demerits and only part-way into my first full day as a slave, i thought, as I said, "Yes Sir TopSon Master Bradley. Thank your for machine-fucking this boy, slave #1, Sir."

"Ten demerits, boy. slave #2 has delegated authority over you, boy, but he's still a slave, boy, and slaves are never addressed as 'Sir'."

"Yes Sir, TopSon Master Bradley Sir. Thank you, TopSon Sir. Thank you slave #1."

The errand they had gone on was to Homo Depot to buy 2 ? 4's, drywall, closet doors, paint, etc.

As forced, naked labor, wearing our leg shackles and locked in our CB6000s, we began to build small closets in the garage. We got them framed in, the drywall up and taped that afternoon, then retired to the dungeon. (When completed and the paint dry several days later, TopSon Master Bradley would go through all our clothes and decide which few we would be allowed to keep, and give the remainders to Goodwill. The few remaining ones were kept in the new garage closets and we were forbidden to wear any clothes at home other than in the garage, and then only with a 5 minute grace period coming or going away from the home in trips with him, to school for my son, or work for me that our TopSon owner had authorized. )

Back in the dungeon TopSon Master Bradley ordered Justin to strap me into the spanking bench and gag me. TopSon Master Bradley took a black leather paddle with a spring-steel insert, handed it to Justin and told him to lay into my ass as hard as he could in rapid strokes and keep it up until told to stop. My ass was on fire, i struggled and strained at my bonds trying to escape, but of course i could not. I tried to scream, beg, plead for it to stop, but these efforts were muffled by my gag-not that they would have made any difference. It seemed to go on forever, but a look at the clock afterwards told me it had been only 5 minutes.

"slave #1, show your boy how to properly do corner time."

Justin complied, showing me how to stand at attention with my hands clasped behind the neck, elbows held back. Then began my first corner time-which seemed to last forever, but in fact was only 10 minutes. While I was doing corner time, Justin was on his knees servicing his Master's cock but not bringing him off.

When my corner time was done, i was positioned so that i could see the spanking bench. i was told to stand at attention and fix my attention on the bench. TopSon Master Bradley told Justin to get on the spanking bench, then proceeded to strap him to it. He did not gag Justin.

Using the same paddle that had been used on me, He began to work Justin's ass over hard. I was positioned so that i could see the clock. The barrage lasted for a full 20 minutes. Justin did not cry out or beg as i had tried doing through my gag. But i noticed that he was sobbing quietly with tears rolling down his face. i could see that i would be trained to take that much and do it without protest-as Justin was doing.

After stopping, TopSon Master Bradley said, "Had enough, boy?"

"No Sir, Master Bradley, Sir. the boy needs more punishment, Sir."

"Then beg for it, boy."

"Please Sir, the boy needs more discipline, Sir. Please Master Bradley, Sir. Whip your slave boy's ass more, Sir."

"How much more do you need, boy?"

"Double, Master Bradley, Sir. Please punish me double, Sir."

"You asked for it, boy," TopSon Master Bradley snarled as He lay into Justin's ass for another 20 minutes

i was very confused as i watched my son getting whipped. i had twice as many demerits as he did yet he was getting punished eight times as much as I had been punished.

When TopSon Master Bradley ended the beating, He had me quickly fluff up his cock, then raped Justin before releasing him to do corner time, during which i cleaned off TopSon Master Bradley's cock and then quietly held it in my mouth doing what i later learned was "holster duty" where either Justin or i were required to keep TopSon Master Bradley' soft cock and balls warm and moist in our mouths without letting him get hard.

After Justin had finished his hour of corner time, TopSon Master Bradley left Justin and me alone in the dungeon, saying as He departed, "slave #1, you have some things to teach your boy. After I leave the two of you may talk freely."

"Yes, Sir, Master Bradley, Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Thank you, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir," i added.

i was grateful to TopSon Master Bradley for this opportunity to speak freely with Justin and have him coach me. i was full of questions-like why did Justin get much more severe punishment than i did when i had more demerits. i thought perhaps he had carry-over demerits from before yesterday.

"Oh, today's punishment has nothing to do with demerits, dad. They are worked out in a weekly confession and punishment ritual. my day has been Friday evenings. You have missed seeing that since you usually go ... correction used to ... go out on Fridays. i suspect you will see me go through it before you get yours, dad."

I asked why were punished today, and Justin explained that in addition to being punished for disobedience, sessions like today were part of obedience training and also, he suspected, for Master Bradley's entertainment. he explained that he got it like this about 3 days a week.

"Actually, his punishment of me was pretty mild today. Usually he works me over for an hour, not just 40 minutes a day, dad. i'm not sure why he was lenient today."

i surmised that maybe he didn't want to totally scare the living crap out of me.

Justin went on to explain that Master Bradley has started him out like he did me today, gradually increasing its duration and frequency as his ass toughened and could take more without injury. Master Bradley always made sure his ass had healed before the next session.

I asked about him being ungagged, yet silent, and about the begging for more. Justin described how Master Bradley had trained him to take punishment like that. He explained at a certain point Master Bradley had given him a choice of gagged or ungagged, where to be gagged would double the punishment, but that if he elected ungagged and cried out, he would be gagged and the doubled punishment would start over.

"It was very effective training, dad, He set it up so that i had every incentive to learn to take it ungagged. ... i'm not sure if i'm supposed to be telling you this much about the training in store for you. i'll inform Master Bradley what we talked about and He can decide whether to punish me for it. ... As slaves we have no privacy, dad, and must tell everything we do to Master Bradley. Who knows, He may have put in bugs down here and is able to monitor what we are talking about."

i asked about the begging for double, and he simply said that he had been trained that if asked if he had enough while being punished, the answer was always "No" and you always begged for double. "But i don't think i should say more about the training without his permission, dad."

Already i had seen and heard enough to scare the crap out of me.

"Has today scared you, dad, and given you second thoughts about having become owned as a slave?"

"You bet i'm scared, son. But He has been very clever exposing me to these punishments and controls in the way He has where i see you taking a lot more than i can really imagine my taking. But i also can see how happy you are owned by TopSon Master Bradley like u are, son. i guess i figure 'like son, like father'-that if my son can learn to serve and be punished like this, and can be so happy being an owned slave, then i should be able to learn to do what my son already can do."

Chapter 7:

TopSon Master Bradley already had fairly full control and ownership of my son, and now fellow slave, Justin. But TopSon Master Bradley moved in the next few weeks to dominate me even more than He did my slave son, Justin, and make Justin dominate me sometimes as well, but in the process increasing his control and ownership of Justin as well.

TopSon Master Bradley aggressively proceeded to train me to be as subservient and enslaved as my son already had been. My son, Justin, of course, actively helped him in doing so by repeated whispers of how much he liked how i was increasingly submitting to real control and ownership and how much he wanted us to be owned together as slaves. Just as had occurred that first full day owned, Justin often was required to top me.

Soon i learned to become TopSon Bradley's cum dump and his urinal, to the extent that I had to fight off jealousy when my son took more cum loads up his ass or down his throat or got more urinal service than i did.

Breakfasts became routine, me preparing breakfast for TopSon Master Bradley as ordered, Shredded Wheat for both slaves, Justin's moistened with his Master's piss and mine with Justin's strong morning piss. We both ate on the floor out of dog dishes, our wrists usually cuffed behind our backs.

We gravitated to a schedule where Justin got his demerit punishment session on Fridays and mine on Saturdays. Justin got his spanking punishments on Sundays, Tuesday, and Thursdays and mine on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Except on Fridays (his disobedience punishment day), Justin administered my spankings-always under TopSon Master Bradley's watchful eyes. i soon realized that Justin worked me harder than TopSon Master Bradley did, and figured out that Justin would be punished if he went light on me.

Our demerit punishment sessions were as follows. TopSon Master Bradley would be sitting watching TV or a DVD and at the appointed time, Justin or i would crawl towards him from the next room, then go into a deep "salam" bow where, while kneeling, would prostate oneself, ass resting on heels, bending our torso over with hands out stretched forward almost but not quite touching our owner's feet. He would ignore whichever of us it was, forcing the slave to hold that uncomfortable and humiliating position, often for quite a few minutes. The other slave is required to stand at attention observing this.

Eventually TopSon Master Bradley will notice the prostrated slave, and ask, "What is it, boy?"

"This slave has been disobedient, TopSon Master Sir, requests permission to confess his misdeeds, and take his punishment, Sir."

"Very well, boy, proceed."

The still prostrate slave then catalogs his specific infractions, the number of demerits for each, and the total demerits. At that point, TopSon Master Bradley, turns to the other slave and asks if he knows of additional unconfessed infractions. The slave responds. If none are reported, that ends the confession. If others are reported, quadruple punishments are added to the confessed amounts and single amounts are assessed against the other slave for not preventing his fellow slave from disobedience.

(You might think this gives us every incentive to collude and hide things from TopSon Master Bradley, but the fact is He has ways of knowing things we have done in his absence, and if we are caught hiding things, the consequences are brutal.)

Then the prostrated slave will beg for his punishment. Eventually, TopSon Master Bradley will say to go to the dungeon. Most demerits are erased by one lash of the braided cat-o-nine-tails per demerit. Serious infractions such as lying or hiding things from the TopSon owner are erased a cane stroke per demerit. Cane strokes are administered first, the slave on the spanking bench. The punishment flogging is done tied to a St. Andrew's cross.

After the punishment is over, the penitent will kneel before his owner, kissing the hand that wielded the cane and flogger, profusely thank him for His tolerance and correction of the slave's disobedience. The other slave will have been observing the punishment standing at attention.

It was clear that TopSon Master Bradley liked to play his dad and son slaves off against each other. We had to watch each other's punishments and other tortures like cbt and tt in the dungeon. Justin often had to hurt me, but he could be punished if I responded inappropriately to his punishments or tortures. Never have I been allowed to top my son.

Perhaps the most humiliating thing was that each had to be the other's body slave. Each was responsible for the grooming and care of the other's body. On Saturdays Justin and me on Sundays did the following to each other: Say it was Justin's turn to be groomed. i would be required to string him up in a standing spread-eagle, and shave all of his body smooth. It was a serious offense for any body hair to be found on him. Next, i would move him over to the bondage table, strap him down, then wait for TopSon Master Bradley to unlock the CB6000 so that I can shave his cock, balls, and crotch. Then, depending on TopSon Master Bradley's orders whispered so Justin can't hear, i either will be required to edge tease his cock for an hour or else quickly and mechanically bring him off. So far intervals between cums have ranged between 3 and 8 weeks, but appear to be lengthening. If Justin is allowed to be brought off, then i must feed him as much of his cum as i can scoop off from his denuded crotch, having him suck and lick my fingers clean. Then i must take his cock into my mouth, clean it free of cum, lick the rest of the crotch free of cum, residue, and then he is relocked. Other than rimming each other, this is the only penetration of each other that TopSon Master Bradley requires or permits between us.

TopSon Master Bradley has things set up so there is every incentive for the manipulator slave to be as aggressive as possible edging, but for it not to result in cumming. An hour being edged and constantly hard is a very long time. If the slave being edged is not rock hard, TopSon Master Bradley uses the single-tail on the other slave's back. If the one being edged cums, he has his current chastity period start over doubled (so, if it was week six of a seven week interval, he would end up going 20 weeks next and never knowing how long it actually will be) and the other one is tied down to the bondage table, legs bent and tied down so as to splay out and expose the inner things. The CB6000 is removed and then the entire inner thigh and crotch region is whipped severely with a nasty tawse. It is very uncomfortable to get locked up again when your cock and balls have been tortured like that and are badly bruised and welted-Jason and I learned to read each other's bodies to edge aggressively without cumming.

I am not sure whether it is more humiliating to service Justin like this or have him service me like that. i think probably the latter because it involves me, the dad, being totally dependent on my son to edge and masturbate me. But, while not exactly full incest, it adds to our bonding. We have become so dependent on each other and our lives so intimately and pervasively and perversely intertwined. i feel especially close to my son when, after one of us has been severely punished, we entwine and cuddle chained by the balls to the foot of TopSon Master Bradley's king-sized bed, huddled on our pad under our small blanket, sharing each other's pain.

Our primary sexual purpose in life is to be kept horny through chastity and frequent sexual stimulation so that we have to sublimate by eagerly serving our young owner. i began to notice that the intervals between Justin's cums were longer than mine, but that the intervals were lengthening for both of us.

Yet the more my training and ownership went on, the closer Justin and i bonded as dad and son, albeit both owned slaves. We both attempted to obey and perform in manners that did not subject the other to more punishment or torture.

For example, recently TopSon Master Bradley had the two of us in the dungeon for a play session. He tied our bodies together, back to back, a double dong up our asses, at ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and chest. Our hands were stretched up with suspension cuffs attaching them to a swivel so that we could rotate together by shuffling our feet. We wore hoods that had integral noise suppressors so that we could not hear his movements or know where in the room He was. Then He removed our CB6000s. Earlier in the day He had us both orgasm and milked dry-a very infrequent event, perhaps once in 3-8 week intervals and almost never on the same day. (There was no pattern when we were brought off other than the trend seemed to be to longer intervals. and not necessarily the same for both of us. and over time, it has become far less frequent.)

Anyway the game was to whip at our crotches with a deerskin flogger. He was very aggressive at doing so. The only way for one of us to escape the stings and welts on our cocks was to rotate so that the other was exposed. Each of us tried to protect the other by taking more of it. Of course that meant we were working against each other in trying to rotate. In a bit we realized the futility, and we empathetically got into a pattern of one talking it for 50 lashes, then rotating so the other took it for 50. But as He saw what we were up to He started moving about changing his location so we never knew who was facing him from one lash to the next.

There is sub-space, where in the face of severe pain you just stop caring whether the pain continues or stops. Justin and i reached that point almost simultaneously, stopped trying to maneuver and just sagged in our wrist cuffs and let the blows fall where they did.

Afterwards, TopSon Master Bradley kissed and hugged both of us and told us how proud he was of us He was and how He liked the way we were bonding and learning obedience and servitude.

Chapter 8:

Part of my training involved learning to assume and hold, for extended periods of time, various positions. Most important was the "Presentation Position": legs spread wide and locked, torso chest up and face out, hands clasped behind neck and elbows held back, and mouth in wide-open "O" configuration eyes focused on TopSon's crotch. Some call this the "Inspection Position" because every part of the slave's body is exposed for inspection or use.

i remember the first time TopSon Master Bradley taught me the "Presentation Position." He had me facing Justin imitating him. After i got pretty good at imitating him in the position and holding it, TopSon Master Bradley told me i had just learned the beginner's version whereas Justin was doing the advanced position. i was perplexed because i could not see that Justin was doing anything i wasn't, though he definitely was better at holding it than me. TopSon Master Bradley said, "You don't see the difference, do you boy?"

"No, Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, the boy does not see the difference, TopSon Sir."

"Go around, behind slave #1, just like you now are but keeling with your face 12" from his ass, and tell me what you see, boy." i obeyed, but wasn't sure what i was supposed to be seeing.

"Describe what you see about his ass in detail, boy."

Well Sir, slave #1 seems to have spread his cheeks wide, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir."

"Move your face closer and use your hands to spread his cheeks as wide as you can, boy." i complied, and then gasped in astonishment. Justin was holding his asshole open just like his mouth. Immediately i understood that Justin had been trained to hold both his orifices open and available to his owner in the "Advanced Presentation Position."

"I guess you understand now, boy. That takes a lot of ass training with fisting, dildos, and plugging to get that degree of sphincter control. Don't worry, boy, I and slave #1 will be training your ass to take anything and everything and hold itself open like that on command."

Then He said to Justin, "close sphincter boy. " Justin complied. "Wink slave!" Justin opened his sphincter wide in front of me. "When you can wink like that I will have more respect for you as a slave, boy. Now eat his ass for a while, boy."

i dove in until He ordered, "Presentation Position, boy!" and resumed the position staring at TopSon Master Bradley's crotch, mouth open and trying in vain to make my ass wink.

TopSon Master Bradley loves to have me or Justin in the presentation position and have us hold it while He does things like grab us by the balls and torture them, probe our asses with his hands, chew sharply with his mouth on our nipples, or suck face with him. Only, when He sucks face He likes to chew on tongue and lips or bite earlobes. The whole point is our obedience by holding the position while He tortures us. my nipples usually are sore.

Other positions were the kneel position, (the same as the "Presentation Position" only kneeling), the "Attention position i had learned my first morning as a slave, "Kneeling" and "Standing At Rest"-like the first two positions except the wrists are crossed as if for tying behind the back, and "Sit" where i am on the floor comfortably by my TopSon Master Bradley's legs, awaiting need to service.

TopSon Master Bradley kept his word on ass training. Starting that very day i wore a dildo harness that kept me plugged with a dildo. He did not want a butt plug because it didn't keep the sphincter stretched. He started me using that same 11-incher that had machine-fucked me my first full day as a slave. I wore it 24/7 except for when I had my daily enema or my ass was otherwise occupied.

Most days my son, who also frequently was plugged far more invasively, would work my ass with hand and dildo for at least an hour. When my training progressed to the point that i could readily take his fist and had graduated to thicker dildos, TopSon Master Bradley would take over after i was opened up Justin's ass was so well trained that he could be fisted on demand. TopSon Master Bradley got a second fisting sling, and sometimes would fist the two of us simultaneously.

As i learned more and more control over my sphincter He sometimes would fist me and then stick his cock in alongside his hand and then masturbate in me. In some respects this is the most degrading and humiliating thing TopSon Master Bradley does to me. Even more degrading than how He normally rapes when He fucks me or my son.

Justin told me one of the reasons for all the plugging and ass training is that He wants fucking to be rape that doesn't injure us, that Master Bradley feels his sexual use of us should be selfish and without regard to our pleasure or pain, but that He likes to protect his property so that it remains healthy and available for ongoing abuse.

In time, i learned to wink.

It struck me as paradoxical that a big part of being owned as a slave and surrendering ownership through ownership is being trained to take more and more control of your body such as sphincter control, deep-throating and endurance cock sucking, and taking lots of pain without resisting. i guess the resolution of the paradox is that you don't exercise that control of your own volition, but do it as ordered in the service of your owner.

Chapter 9:

TopSon Master Bradley became very concerned about the fact that i owned the house, paid the bills, and essentially subsidized his and my slave son's life. His concern was that it could compromise his ownership of me. One day He called me to his presence, had me assume what had become my standard "presentation position." Justin was standing quietly at attention off in a corner of the room, but he could see and hear everything.

As I held the position, He said, ?Look slave, my control of you is compromised by your owning this house and controlling the finances, and especially my being dependent on you financially when I am owning you and your son. Do you understand the problem, boy?"

i muttered, "Yes, Sir," to which He responded,

"I can't hear you boy. Yes or no, is this a serious problem, slaveboy?"

"Yes, Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir!" i responded loudly holding my presentation position, "It is a major ownership problem, TopSon Sir!"

"What are we going to do to eliminate the problem, boy?"

i hesitated, knowing that in some way He wanted to take control of my finances and ownership of the home property. i didn't know what mind-fuck control game He was trying to play with me, but i knew that i had to do my best to not give him all my assets as price of ownership.

He gave me considerable pause before He said, "what do you propose, slave boy? Now, tell me or i just might take control of everything you own, #2 slave boy!"

He was, of course, shoving in my face the fact that that not only was i his slave, but i also was subordinate to my son, slave #1. Somehow this was reassuring to me, and led me to make an aggressive proposal to him that retained my ownership of assets but eliminated any possibility i could use them to top from the bottom.

"Sir, the boy will arrange to have auto bill pay for all of the expenses regarding the home, Sir, so the boy does not have to be concerned about such financial matters."

"That's a first step, slave, but it doesn't begin to address my concerns. You still have significant financial control. You got to do better than that, slaveboy."

Panicking a bit, i stammered, "Sir, the boy could arrange for an automatic monthly transfer of funds to you to use in managing the household, buying things for the dungeon, and controlling and using your #1 slave and this slave #2, Sir."

"Well, at least you are learning where you stand in the peck-order, slave #2. How much per month will you transfer, slave?"

"$1,000, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir."

"Absolutely unacceptable slave. For starters it will be $2500 a month. Understand, slave boy?"

"Yes, Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, Sir."

"But that's just the beginning, slave boy. You will surrender all credit cards and check books in your or your slave son's names to me, and I will decide when, if at all, either of you can use them. Neither you nor your son will be allowed to carry any cash that I have not given you."

"Yes Sir, TopSon Master Bradley, TopSon Sir"

"Do you understand how lenient I am being with you and your son. If I wanted to I could forcibly take all your assts from you and you would have no recourse, slave boy. But all I want is for you to not have any access or leverage to assets, not to strip you to penury. Count yourself lucky, boy. You do know, by now I am sure, that you actually have no say in the matter. Correct, slaveboy?"

"Yes Sir TopSon Master Bradley, my owner, I have no say in the matter and accept willingly the generous terms TopSon Master Bradley Sir has dictated, TopSon Sir."

"I figured you would agree, slave boy, cause I have you by the balls literally and figuratively, boy."

Chapter 10:

As the summer progressed, TopSon Master Bradley got increasing interest in surveillance technology. He ordered equipment and set things so that every inch of the house, garage, and backyard was under video and audio surveillance that He could monitor from the TVs, his own i-phone, and the computers in the house. He wanted to make sure that we never had any privacy, never knew whether He was monitoring our behavior or not. He forced me to transfer additional monies into his account to finance this.

Audio surveillance was critical because mid-summer He had started to enforce more strictly a "Taciturnity Rule" where, other than in emergencies, we could speak to him only if spoken to in a manner requiring a response, and then in the fewest words possible.

we could request permission to speak freely but whether He granted it or not we would be punished for breaking the speaking rule with our request. If permission was granted and He felt the request was not important enough, we would receive double punishments.

we also were forbidden to talk to each other in a manner He could overhear. He felt we were abusing that privilege by chattering too much, so the audio surveillance meant now it was much more difficult to whisper without him hearing us and we never knew whether He was listening or not. However, by then my training had progressed to a point, and my bonding with Justin was such, that we instinctively knew what was going on, and had little need to communicate other than by empathy and sleeping cuddled together.

Summer progressed. Since i was a teacher i had the summer off to focus on my training and ownership. Now that summer was ending, i would go back to work and Justin would go back for his senior year of High School. TopSon Master Bradley was accustomed to being supported by me, and so He would not be going off to school or a job. That was for slaves, He said.

TopSon Master Bradley increasing became concerned over the fact that He would have less control over us now that we would be going off to school and work on our own. The entire summer we had not been out of his direct control. If He left the house to run errands we were either caged together in the dungeon or else tethered. On the rare occasions either of us had been allowed off the property it was accompanying him on some errand. Otherwise we either were in the house, in the dungeon, or outside in the fenced back yard and tethered or under other restrictive restraint.

It was clear that, despite our training, TopSon Master Bradley didn't trust either of us. Of course, that is part of the Master/slave dynamic.

He got us each i-phones which He programmed so that the only numbers either of us could call was his and the same for texting. His idea was that every evening each of us would prepare a list of obligations for the following day together with an itinerary for his approval. There were explicit times allowed for travel from point to point and we would have to text him whenever we left one point and arrived at another. He also could call us out of the blue to check on our whereabouts, making us take pictures of where we are and sending him the time and date-stamped pictures.

Since i was going to need to drive, TopSon Master Bradley decided to do daily odometer audits and compare actual distances driven with those calculated from the itinerary, where i would be severely punished if i exceeded my daily allotment.

For Justin, he rode the school bus and TopSon Master Bradley could observe him until the moment the bus picked him up and the moment he got off. On the bus and at school Justin had little freedom. He installed an additional surveillance camera focused on where the bus stopped, so Justin always had to assume he was being watched by his Master Bradley.

It was clear TopSon Master Bradley didn't trust me as much as Justin, perhaps because i had more opportunities for disobedience. He decided to fit me with one of those GPS ankle monitoring devices that are used for parolees and people under house arrest.

TopSon Master Bradley didn't want us eating non-slave rations while we were at school or work. He thought it best for people there not to know what our usual slave rations were. So He simply decided that ordinarily we would be sent off with no food for lunch and no money in our pockets. When i was required to run some errand or make a purchase (like gas for the car), He would either would give me money, requiring receipts accounting for every cent spent, or a credit card. If allowed to use a credit card i also had to supply receipts and He checked them against the on-line card accounts.

Chapter 11:

i started back to work 10 days before Justin started back to high school. A few days before this, He handed us five printed sheets containing 53 rules. TopSon Master Bradley said that these rules summarized his expectations of us and that He was giving us a week to memorize them. When we were given the command, say "Rule 49, boy" we would have to say back the rule verbatim-"Rule 49: slaves may converse with each other provided it is whispered and inaudible to others"- or else get punished. He told us whenever we were not otherwise occupied we should practice together, helping each other learn them, because if one of us failed to recite a rule verbatim, both of us would get the demerits.

TopSon Master Bradley's slave Rules

Basic responsibilities: Absolute obedience.

1. Absolute obedience of all rules and orders is required. slaves will not collude with each other to enable disobedience of these rules. slave's are responsible for each other's obedience. 2. Each slave is responsible for the upkeep of the other slave's body including genitals, ass, and mouth. 3. slaves are to memorize these rules and be prepared to recite them verbatim on command.

Body: slave's bodies belong to their owner.

1. slaves are to be naked at all times when home unless ordered otherwise. 5. slaves are forbidden to touch their own genitals or ass. 6. slaves will be smooth shaved weekly, the son on Saturdays and the dad on Sundays. Each slave shaves the other while the one being shaved is in spread-eagle standing bondage. The chastity device will remain on during the body shave. 7. After being shaved the slave will be strapped down to the bondage table. The other shave will then hood and gag the slave, remove the chastity device, and shave the pubic region, cock, and balls. Depending on TopSon's order, the slave will tease the other's cock for 60 minutes or else bring him off. (See Chastity Rules for procedures.) Then the slave will have the chastity device relocked on and then released from the bondage table. 8. slaves are to be in some form of physical restraint whenever at home. The default restraint is ankle cuffs locked on with 18" of chain locked between them.

Possessions: slaves have no possessions

1. slaves will retain legal ownership of possessions including real estate and furnishings, but will surrender all control over them and use of them to the TopSon. 10. All possessions in the home are under the control of the TopSon and may be used only when explicit permission is given. slaves are not to request use of any possessions. This includes the use of TV, radio, CD player, computers, phones, i-pods, and other entertainment items. 11. slave clothing is to be kept locked up in the garage. When dressing to leave the premises or undressing upon returning, it must be done in the garage. slaves are allowed in the garage wearing clothes a maximum of 5 minutes.

Furniture: is for owners and their friends, not for slaves.

1. slaves do not sit upon furniture unless explicitly ordered to. 13. When allowed to use the toilet, both seats will be raised and the slave will sit upon the porcelain. When not allowed to use the toilet but elimination has been authorized, slaves will squat in the fenced yard. 14. slaves are allowed in TopSon's bed only when ordered to do so. Normally both slaves will sleep at the foot of TopSon's bed where there will be a small thin pad and blanket sized so that, to have full blanket coverage, slaves will have to sleep cuddled together in fetal position. Pillows are not allowed. slaves will be tethered to their testicles by a chain sufficiently long to allow either slave to crawl up into TopSon's bed to service him, but not long enough to permit going to the bathroom. 15. Certain portions of the home are off-limits to slaves (TopSon's study, for example) or else have restricted access (e.g., bathrooms and kitchens) through such devices as locks, time locks on bathroom doors, locks on refrigerator and food cabinets in the kitchen, or simply placed off limits.

Privacy: slaves have no privacy

1. slaves are not allowed privacy. 17. When allowed to use the bathroom, doors must be wide open. 18. There is a sophisticated video surveillance system such that TopSon can monitor every inch of the house from his computers, his i-phone, or TVs. 19. slaves will be displayed as such in the presence of TopSon's friends and must make no effort to hide their nudity or status.

Obedience and Punishment: regular punishment is obedience training as well as entertainment for slave owners and their friends.

1. All orders and commands must be obeyed immediately and cheerfully. 21. Ordinarily, slaves each will be punished four days per week: Once to work off disobedience demerits and three times for the TopSon's entertainment or the slave's training. 22. slaves will accrue demerits for disobedience that will be erased at a weekly confession and punishment ritual. At the appointed time the slave will approach the TopSon crawling, then assume a salam kneeling position and wait patiently for TopSon to acknowledge slave's presence. Then at His prompts, the slave will confess his misdeeds and then beg for punishment. Punishment ordinarily will be by flogging with a braided cat-o-nine-tails or caning, followed by a minimum of one-hour corner time. son slave has his disobedience punishment session on Fridays and dad slave on Saturdays. 23. During disobedience punishment sessions, the slave not being punished will be asked if he is aware of any disobedience that has not been reported, and if so to detail them. Any such infractions will receive quadruple demerits for the one who committed them and the one reporting will receive single demerits for violation of Rule #1. 24. slaves are to be punished regularly by severe spankings with paddle, belt, or strop in 60 minute sessions followed by an hour of corner time. son slave is spanked on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. dad slave is spanked on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 25. Corner time is to be done standing at attention, arms clasped behind neck, and elbows thrust backward. Devices such as heavy coins pressed against the wall by elbows or a golf ball clenched between knees may be used to ensure proper posture-with the understanding that if the coins or ball, etc., were to drop the entire punishment session will be repeated. 26. The slave not being punished is to observe the other slave's punishment, Standing in presentation position (legs spread widely and locked, head up, chest out, arms clasped behind neck with elbows held back and mouth wide open) positioned to see both the punishment and the slave's reaction to it, he will keep his eyes focused on the other slave's punishments. his thoughts should be on how tomorrow or the next time he is going to be taking that. 27. During early training, slaves will be bound to a spanking bench or a St. Andrew's cross for punishment. However, an important aspect of obedience training is learning how to take punishment and pain. At a certain point, TopSon will give the slave choice whether to be restrained or free for corporal punishment. If the slave elects free, should it occur that restraint is necessary to complete the punishment, then the slave will be restrained and the punishment started over from the beginning. If the slave elects bound, the punishment will be doubled. 28. If, at the end of a punishment session, the TopSon asks things like "Have you learned your lesson, boy?" or "Have you had enough, boy?" the only acceptable answer is "No, Sir, the boy needs more correction, TopSon Sir!" If asked how much more is needed, the only correct answer is "Double, Sir!"

Chastity, Edging, and Other Bodily Functions: slaves need to be kept horny through chastity so that they may be eager to serve their owner; their mouths and asses primarily are for the TopSon's use and must be kept in good condition for such use.

1. A slave's normal state is to be locked into a chastity device 24/7. 30. Slaves never are to know how long they are locked in for. 31. In the first year of ownership and training, given proper behavior, slaves may be allowed to come once every 3 to 8 weeks. 32. If a slave is allowed to cum, it will be during the weekly body shaving scene. Prior to the scene, TopSon will order the "top slave" to bring the other slave off in the fastest, least satisfying mechanical "milking" manner possible. The bound slave is not to know whether he is to be edged or milked prior to that part of the scene. The TopSon may impose a very short time-limit to cum (say 3-5 minutes) and if the bound slave does not cum in that time frame he is relocked and his next bound time (already predetermined) will be doubled. All cum must be ingested by the bound slave, and then the "top slave" will quickly remove any residue with his mouth before relocking. 33. Edging or teasing during the weekly shaving scene is to be done as follows: The slave being edged has two obligations: (a) to keep hard and (b) not cum. The slave doing the edging has two obligations: (c) to keep the other slave rock-hard and on the verge of cumming, but (d) not let him cum. The TopSon will be in observance. If He feels the "top slave" is being too easy on the other slave, He will have a single-tailed whip to inform the "top slave" to be more aggressive. If the slave cums during edging, he will have his current chastity period reset to zero and tripled in length. And the "top slave" will be tied down, knees up and tied splayed out, chastity device removed to expose his cock and balls to punishment, and beaten severely on the inner thighs and crotch with a tawse-after which his beat-up cock will be lubed with A&D and relocked. 34. slaves can expect prolonged gagging with ball or ring gags, the latter to have him available for oral rape. 35. slaves will receive daily enemas as their primary form of defecation. Each slave will administer the others' enema and be responsible for clean-up. 36. Much of the time, slaves will be plugged. 37. slaves frequently will perform urinal service for their TopSon. 38. slaves must either have permission to use toilet facilities or else do so at scheduled access times.

Financial Matters: The situation of living in the house owned by the slave dad has considerable potential for the dad son to usurp TopSon's control by financial means.

1. The dad slave, the son slave, and the TopSon will keep separate finances and are entitled to their own financial assets subject to control by the TopSon. 40. slave dad will arrange automatic bill paying for recurring bills to the maximum extent possible so as to eliminate need to access his finances to the maximum possibly. 41. A separate bank account, held solely by TopSon, will be established with an automatic monthly transfer from an account of the dad slave of $2,500. TopSon is to use these funds for basic grocery and other household expenses and to buy equipment for the control and use of his slaves. Any surplus is His to use as He sees fit. 42. All of slaves' credit cards, checkbooks, etc. will be confiscated and locked in a secure place inaccessible to the slaves. 43. slaves will carry only money given them by the TopSon or possibly on occasion given one of the slave's credit cards to use for a specific purpose which must be documented with receipts and will be audited against credit card statements. The TopSon has no obligation to give any money to either slave. If either slave is given modest amounts for specific uses, full accounting of expenditures with receipts will be required. 44. Monitoring of slave movements by means such as GIS locked ankle bracelet systems, odometer audits, gas purchase and mileage analysis audits may be done. 45. slaves will be supplied with a restricted access (only able to converse or text with TopSon) i-phone so as to be in monitoring contact with the TopSon whenever out of the home. They will be expected to announce their whereabouts so that the TopSon can set time constraints for returning home.

Short Leash: Every attempt will be made to restrict slaves' freedom, especially when slaves are outside the home.

1. When allowed outside the home, the slave must do only authorized tasks during that period and is not to engage in any sort of discretionary behavior beyond what was allowed as purpose(s) of the release.

Communication: slaves should be taciturn, respectful of superiors, and know their place.

1. slaves are not to speak unless spoken to, and then replying in the fewest words possible except in case of serious danger or emergency, when speech is required to perform duties, or when granted permission to speak freely. 48. slaves may request permission to speak freely, but this will be punished as a breach of Rule 47 regardless whether permission is granted or not. 49. slaves may converse with each other provided it is whispered and inaudible to others. 50. When addressing the TopSon, the son slave is to end every sentence with "Sir" and the dad slave with "TopSon Sir." Thus the dad slave will answer "yes" and "no" questions "Yes Sir, TopSon Sir!" and "No Sir, TopSon Sir!" When addressing any other non-slaves, "Sir!" will end each sentence. 51. Whenever referring to the TopSon He is to be addressed by the son slave as "Master Bradley Sir" and the dad slave as "TopSon Master Bradley Sir." Use of personal or possessive pronouns in reference to Him is not allowed. 52. slaves are not allowed to use "I" or "we." Instead all reference to the son slave will be as "slave #1" and to the dad slave as "slave #2." Plural reference will always be as "both TopSon's slaves." Use of "it" in self-reference is permitted. 53. Each slave's use of i-phones is restricted to communicating as required with the TopSon. Normally communication will be by texting. The various Rules about speaking apply to use of the phone including texting, with the exception that the slave is required to initiate various texting messages (such as time departing from a location) when outside the home. slaves will not communicate with each other or any other persons by phone unless explicit permission has been granted. Phone logs will be audited to ensure compliance.

When i first read the rules, i was horrified. There is no way i would have agreed to being owned or even letting Justin be owned as slave if, back at that beginning, i had been given these rules in the form of an ownership contract to sign.

There was nothing really new in these rules. They pretty much summarized how Justin and i lived as slaves. But reading them all set down together for the first time, realizing this described how Justin and i lived and were treated, i got a clear understanding how totally TopSon Master Bradley owned each of us. i also realized there was no turning back and we would be slaves as long as He wanted to own us. we really had no say about our lives anymore.

my cock was rock hard straining against the CB6000 as i read the document. Later that day and evening, every time i thought about the rules, my locked cock strained against the CB6000. Huddled in bed that night with Justin, i could tell that his reaction was the same as mine. we didn't sleep very well because the pain of our engorged cocks straining against our chastity devices would wake us up.

That morning we started memorizing the rules in earnest, testing and guiding each other.

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After i was back at work and Justin was in school, we fairly quickly settled into the new routine of meeting those obligations, being under strict surveillance and accountability away from home, and controlled otherwise. In some respects, slavery became less intense because of the work and school obligations.

Justin often had homework and i had grading and lesson plans to do. TopSon Master Bradley set up two desks, with computers. we had to schedule study and work time at home in our daily itineraries. During those times we would be tethered to the desk by our balls, so we had to focus on the work. TopSon Master Bradley had rigged the computers so He could see whatever was on our computer screens and thus monitor whether we were doing what we were supposed to be doing and make sure we did not abuse Internet access.

As things moved towards the following spring, i got the impression that TopSon Master Bradley was missing the intensity of play and control He had over us during the summer. Indeed He got so bored during the weekdays while we were gone that He started doing freelance web-design work from home.

But that still did not alter the fact that He had a lot less time to use and abuse us.

One day in May, approaching the dates Justin's school would end and i would begin my summer off, we came home and found TopSon Master Bradley with a young, barely legal blond twink. Later we would learn that his name was Darrin. They were making out affectionately on the couch. TopSon Master Bradley broke off just to say, "kneel, boys!" then went back to sucking face. Unlike he did with us, he was gentle and caressing with the twink.

After a few minutes they went into the bedroom, leaving us kneeling and bewildered as we held position.

After an hour they came back out, and TopSon Master Bradley told us to go about our business.

That night, the twink and TopSon Master Bradley slept in the bed, while Justin and i slept on the floor at the foot of the bed huddled together as usual. In the morning we were not summoned as usual. Instead the twink and TopSon Master Bradley started 69-ing each other. we woke up from the commotion and sat up to watch. They ignored us. TopSon Master Bradley started to eat the twink's ass, then proceeded to gently fuck him using lots of lube. After he came, the twink fucked TopSon Master Bradley in a gentle loving manner. Then they embraced and cuddled a bit before TopSon Master Bradley rolled on his back, the twink sat on his face, and TopSon Master Bradley proceed to felch his own cum out of the cute young ass.

Justin and i watched this in astonishment, exchanging glances but daring not to even whisper a word. Then we were commanded to clean them both off, me getting the twink. "Don't forget to piss down his throat, Darrin, after he's got you clean." Darrin didn't forget.

More and more, Darrin was around and we got used to their vanilla love making and our owner bottoming to Darrin much of the time.

One day, TopSon Master Bradley said, "Darrin's moving in. He's my lover. He has rights over you, and this summer I'm going to train him how to Top and help own you. From now on, your refer to him with the same respect you do me, except substitute 'Darrin' for 'Bradley.'"

Justin and I were to get used to having two young owners and TopSon Master Darrin proved a quick learner and eventually became even more cruel than TopSon Master Bradley in his treatment of us.

But how that happened is another story.

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