Mister Red

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Wild Pups Sale

Bob has changed names or removed names where appropriate. But in this case, everyone knows that Bodoni & Felch is the leading high-end slave-trading establishment and that Wild Pup Auction Night is one of their monthly events open only to the wealthiest and most powerful. Many outside of that circle have heard the story about Old Man Smith and his teenage grandsons. We can now offer an insider's account told by a participant within hours of that now-legendary auction.

I'm so glad you're online. I must tell you about last night at Bodoni & Felch. Yes they are the most expensive slave traders up and down the coast and you know how I just can't stand Bodoni, but you know that once a month they have a sale on Wild Pups. I never miss that. I refuse to buy from B&F but I never miss attending that auction.

Yes, the Wild Pup Auction was last night. I can't believe how you always manage to be out of town and miss it. How important can your business be?

No! Pup does not mean underage! Not now that the age of use here is fourteen. A pup can be any boy under 18 as long as he's boyish and 'more cute than handsome' – that's how they say in the brochure. Of course they are all shaved for auction but a pup is supposed to be naturally smooth.

Yes, it was that damn supposed pup I bought from Bodoni three years ago – then when his body hair started to grow back in he was a hairy beast everywhere. I demanded my money back but Bodoni wouldn't hear of it. So that's why I stopped buying from B&F. But you have to hear about last night.

Bodoni always gives me a dirty look when I show up for wild pup night. But he wouldn't dare kick me out. Half the men there I do business with and the other half belong to my country club. I just like to see and feel what's on display. I always make sure to grope the boys when Bodoni is watching just to piss him off, since he knows I'm not buying any. Well at least I hadn't. But I'm trying to tell you about last night.

What I really want to tell you about is Old Man Smith. Well I don't know if he's richer than God, I haven't checked out God's accounts receivable, but he's richer than me and you know I have a helluvalot of money. So Smith shows up at the auction with his two grandsons, the youngest grandsons. Yeah, the ones from that real pretty daughter he had. It was before my time but everyone knows the story. The girl was gorgeous, Smith's favorite, but she ran off with some good-for-nothing boy from an abolitionist family.

The poor girl died in childbirth with the second son and then that husband didn't even want his boys to see their grandpa. Well, you know how powerful Smith is. So the asshole son-in-law ended up bringing the boys to grandpa's estate for visits anyway. This guy was such a horse's anus that he wouldn't even take money from Smith for anything. He sent his sons to a public school. Can you imagine the grandsons of Old Man Smith in a public school? Well if that dad of theirs hadn't been so almighty arrogant and proud the boys might not have ended up… well, I'll get to all that.

Smith brings in the boys and you know that you have to be legal age to attend an auction. At least an auction like this one. It's different when it's household slaves and they keep that merchandise covered up. But this stock being auctioned had either loincloths or briefs or those pouch things, all of which were mostly pushed aside with tackle on display.

Every one of the slave boys was erect for most of the examining period. Yes, Bodoni gives a 2-hour period before the auction. That's what makes it so much fun. And of course he keeps them cock caged for days before so they'll all be boned for the customers. We are supposed to examine them and not jerk them off, but there's always some boys who squirt while on display. The crowd cheers. Bodoni grumbles. The boy blushes.

Well yes all of them blush. This is WILD Pups. None of them are trained. One of the selling points is how recently the boy was enslaved. Imagine how it must feel for some cute teenage athlete who was living the life of a free boy just two days earlier and now he's stripped nearly naked, body shaved, collared, cuffed and shackled, while a bunch of horny homo pervs stuff their hands into his briefs. Yes, I know, I know! I'm a married man myself, but you know my taste. I'm a horny homo perv if ever there was one. I like my slaveboys like I like my cheesecake: fresh, tender, white and smooth.

But I was starting to tell you about Smith' grandsons. No, neither of the boys was technically of legal age. The older one had his birthday the very next day so he'd be turning fourteen at midnight. Well, I sidled up to Bodoni and said something about allowing the boys in to the auction. Of course, Smith is so powerful and such a big customer he can get any rule bent. But Bodoni just got this curious look on his face and snickered "there are some exceptions, certain boys of that age that are allowed in to an auction like this one." Well, the only exception I know of is a boy who's going to be auctioned off.

Now I looked at the two boys with more interest. They were gorgeous. Well, you know that all the grandkids in that family are great lookers. I've seen pictures of Old Man Smith when he was young and before he got so fat – damn he was a hot man.

The older grandson had dirty blond hair, the younger one was more of a red-blond. The older had smooth tanned skin, while the younger one had freckles. They were dressed in khakis, nice shirts and ties and sport jackets. They were both very healthy looking and you could tell they were athletes. No, neither of them would ever be a football hero. Both boys were kind of small for their ages, shorter than you expect the men in the Smith family to be – I understand the dad wasn't a very tall man.

I started sizing up the boys. Was it possible Smith would sell his own grandsons, these beautiful boys? That's when I saw Banford. Yeah, everyone knows Banford. I don't think anyone knows his first name. But he does seem to pop up at all sorts of events. And he knows the inside scoop on everything. I don't know how that man does it.

Well of course Banford had the scoop on the Smith family story. It seems the son-in-law, the one who sired those gorgeous little blond boys, had been very proud, never wanted to take money from Old Man Smith. But a few year back he went to Smith for investment advice – he started worrying about being able to pay for college for his boys. Yeah, I told you he was an asshole. I'm sure Grandpa would have sent the boys to the most expensive college by chauffeured limousine.

So anyway, this jerk takes investment advice from his father-in-law and loses a bundle. So that's when he starts taking loans from Old Man Smith. The strangest thing – the man keeps taking investment advice from Smith and keeps on going further and further into debt to that nasty old bastard. It turns out the son-in-law was already enslaved a couple of months earlier for the debt.

The boys went to live with grandpa. You expect a happy ending, right? Well, Banford tells me that Old Man Smith is still bitter about the abolitionist son-in-law, still fuming about the boys not acting like Real Smiths, y'know slave-owning macho bastards like all those Smith men. He considers these boys tainted by their abolitionist dad. Plus Smith is still pissed off about the money – something like 2-million dollars – as if the old guy would even notice that much money missing. But it's the principle of the thing. So Banford assures me those two Smith boys are gonna get auctioned that very night at B&F.

Man I got a boner that wouldn't quit. I mean, I'm watching these real good-looking boys. You could tell they're straight. I have a sixth sense about this. Fully dressed in expensive clothes, good family stock, confident free boys mingling with the crowd. And I now knew they would both be stripped down and turned into slaves – turned into NAKED PLEASURE SLAVES for some horny old man!

Old? Some of the guys at the auction, well you know B----- and L----- and W-----! Even when they were young they were never in shape or handsome! A hot body is not a prerequisite for being filthy rich. Actually why are most of the rich guys I know so damn unappealing? Well, I don't consider myself old. But I'm certainly not young anymore. My oldest son is starting college in a few months. Yes, I know you always thought he was cute, but keep your smutty thoughts to yourself – I'm not about to pull an Old Man Smith on the boy! ;-)

Well yes, of course B&F is very careful to mark the merchandise that isn't yet legal age. The boys who are under fourteen wear a green ribbon around their slave collar and a green ribbon around one thigh. And there's a big green sign saying in big letters: This Merchandise is NOT of Legal Age in this Jurisdiction, followed by all this small print.

Well of course the important words there are 'in this jurisdiction.' Look what's happened since Florida lowered the legal age of slave use even further. They're even talking about lowering the age in New York – they're losing too much tourism and conventions now that California lowered their age. But then again I think every man at wild pup night had a Florida home – I was in the first wave that bought up property in Florida when they changed the law initially. Yes of course, why am I telling you – you were the lawyer who handled the paperwork for me.

I'm certain none of the fine upstanding citizens at the auction would break the law of our jurisdiction. No, I'm not trying to be sarcastic. I mean it. But I'm just as certain a lot of the younger merchandise from B&F would soon be on its way to Florida or Hawaii or Las Vegas or California or… well, that's what I'm saying it's more locations all the time isn't it?

But where was I in telling the story? I got close to the boys so I could listen in and I gave a big friendly greeting to Smith. Yeah, I don't like the fat bastard either. I'm sure he can't stand my guts. But between us we do tens of millions of dollars of business a year, so we are both very cordial and act happy to see each other. He introduces me to the boys: Matt is the older one and the little one is Andy. They shake my hand. But then Andy is whining to his grandfather that he doesn't like it here, that he thinks a lot of these men are homos and he doesn't like the way they're looking at him! Can you imagine? Out of the mouths, as they say.

The older one is telling his brother not to get grandpa angry. The older boy is sweating and looks nervous like he knows something's up. But the younger one is just self-absorbed as kids are. Andy complains about the old guys who are showing boners in their pants. Matt is trying to shut him up. Andy protests that he's totally straight and doesn't want to see old guys with boners.

I've gotta tell you the boner in my pants was leaking at that point. I mean I go to all these school events for my sons. I know you do also. There are all these boys around who are dressed just like these two and look like these two – well except that these two boys were cuter and hotter than 99-percent of the other boys I see. I sometimes see those boys at the school in their khakis and wonder what it would be like to strip them down. No, I don't think I'm a perv. But damn those speeches at school events get boring I have to focus on something.

Anyway, here's this adorable freckle faced redheaded free boy complaining that he's totally straight in this environment where the male pheromones were thick as San Francisco fog. And I know for a fact I will get to see this very boy stripped naked and maybe even get a chance to examine him as I would any other piece of slave flesh!

So it's ten o'clock and time to start the auction. Felch takes the stage. The other partner, y'know he's more of a showman than that skinny old queen Bodoni. Felch welcomes everyone and then says he wants to introduce some very special guests. Smith is leading his two grandsons up to the stage. The younger one acts like this is a big treat but the older one looks scared half to death. He had to have a good idea what was going on.

The old man introduces the boys to the crowd and then he pulls out the paperwork. You could feel the tension in the room. When he announces that the boys are enslaved to help pay off the debt their father racked up, the older one suddenly turns real mean. "No fucking way, old man!" he's screaming. "You can't do this to me!" He tries to run from the stage but two of those big ebony slaves grab him from behind and lift him right off the floor. Then he starts crying saying how he's a good boy and he doesn't deserve this.

I think Smith was purposely playing this out for the crowd. Y'know in case anyone was going to be outraged he enslaved his own grandsons. He goes into a tirade about the money their father owed. He bellows, "Is it fair to all your cousins to do without that money?" He went on about how the money from auctioning the two of them would go to pay back the share to be split among all the cousins.

Damn, y'know I just thought of this now. The old man is so filthy rich even splitting his fortune among all those cousins those two kids would've gotten fifty times the amount their dad owed him. He could've just taken the 2-million out of their inheritance. But… ours is not to reason why. It was a helluva show.

Matt put up a fuss about not wanting to strip. Now he's the one complaining that the men in the crowd are homo perverts. Of course they could've brought out the prod right then but I think they wanted to use the curved knife on his clothes. The two big black slaves were holding him upright and Felch himself wielded that sharp thing. The blond boy's shirt and pants fell in rags. Other slaves pulled off his loafers and socks. His white boxers were slit almost all the way up one side, but Felch raised his hand to stop it going any further. He grins at the crowd and says he wants to leave something for us to stick around to wanna see later. Yeah, like any of us would leave at this point. I told you he's the showman.

Andy stops sniffling long enough to beg his grandpa not to enslave him. You could tell from looking at Smith that nothing was gonna dissuade him. When the kid is threatened with the curved knife he decides to undress himself. You could tell how shy and nervous he was from the way he was blushing – I don't know why these things make my dick leak but they do. His skin looked really creamy, his chest was beginning to get some definition and he had a tummy as flat as my computer screen. (No, silly, it's not a curved screen!) When he dropped his khakis he kept at least one hand in front of his white briefs at all times.

Well of course they collared both boys and cuffed their hands to the rings around back of the collars. Y'know, the usual. Both of them displayed tents – the younger one in white briefs and the older one in white boxers. I especially enjoyed the look on Andy's face. Just minutes before that the twelve-year-old was saying how uncomfortable he was being around all these homos – and now he was displayed nearly nude in front of this crowd of middle aged men, and a lot of the men in the crowd did nothing to hide the tents in our pants as we smiled up at the two brothers. Damn I was licking my lips.

Bodoni announced that he and Smith would be taking the boys to a side room to begin the transformation. Yeah, transformation – the pretentious creep always likes to be poetic about things. The whole crowd groans. He tells them that there will be a video of the proceedings for sale after the event. Felch then announces that the auction will begin with the stock on the floor and that the two Smith boys would be the final lot for sale later that night.

No, I think the bidding went fine on the floor stock. Sure everyone was thinking about the Smith boys but let's face it those boys were going to fetch a small fortune. Now granted every man in that room was rich. But those boys were going to end up with someone super rich. I think the thing with the Smith boys got such a charged atmosphere going in that place that B&F probably made more money off the other boys than they might've otherwise.

No I didn't stay to watch the auction. I managed to grab Bodoni by the arm and whispered to him that I know there are viewing rooms where he's going and that I wanna watch. He gave me a look like he just smelled sour milk over rotting fish. But before he could say anything I stuffed a bunch of 10-thousand dollar bills in his hand and just smiled at him. He nodded and pointed the way.

I was settled into a private cubicle that was on a mezzanine level with one-way glass looking down into the slave induction room. Of course there's a B&F slave down at my feet, a real cute boy who would've had my full attention any other night, but I was way too wrapped up in the show going on in the room below. When the slave boy tried to unzip me, I pushed his hand away. I was afraid I would cum too fast and didn't want to waste this experience.

The two adorable blond free boys were dragged into the induction room below in just their white underpants. With their hands already cuffed to the handles on their collars, they were attached to chains hanging from the ceiling and left to dangle there with their toes just barely touching the ground. Believe me their bodies stretched out like that looked damn delicious.

Old Man Smith saunters in after them and takes a seat in a big padded chair where he could view all the action. Then – I swear this is true – the old letch unzips and pulls his dick out of his fly. He doesn't actually masturbate that pole, he's just lightly playing with it as if he's watching a porno movie. Well, who am I to criticize since I was doing the same thing? Yeah, you're right, I guess it is different with him being the grandfather and all.

The boys get their underpants pulled down and then the big black slaves are soaping them up for shaving. The older boy I couldn't even tell if he had pubes – either the blond color made them transparent against his skin or they simply didn't exist. The younger boy didn't have anything to shave. They went over the younger one with a razor in a perfunctory way. It was clear even the older one didn't need his ass crack shaved, but they took a few swipes with the blade anyway. Also, it didn't take long to get rid of the bits of armpit hair and shave Matt's lower legs.

Then they both got slave haircuts. No, I hate it when they shave them totally. These were like quarter-inch crew cuts or even shorter. Matt already had short hair but Andy had long wavy hair that just fell all down his naked body. This left the two of them looking even younger than they had started out.

They were unhooked from the chains, had their hands uncuffed and one of the big black slaves started giving them instructions in slave posture. Well, the boys decided to use this opportunity to start begging their grandfather not to enslave them. Old Man Smith would snap a finger and one of the black slaves would zap the boys with a slave prod. First one and then the other was writhing on the floor and twitching. Finally the boys got the message and they were snapping to slave attention, slave rest, kneel, display and all those other positions slaves do.

My dick was out. I was toying with it, kind of like Old Man Smith was doing with his. But I wasn't jerking it off. I wanted to keep on enjoying this scene to the maximum.

Satisfied that the boys knew their poses, Bodoni ushered the two pretty blonds over to the side of the room with showers and drains. Well, yes, the room is used for preparing slaves so of course they have everything right there in one place. The boys are told to bend over for enemas and once again Matt balks at the idea. But just showing him the slave prod was all it took to get him bent over with that adorable butt in the air.

Now I've already told you that all this time I'm doing my best not to cum. But as Bodoni greases up their buttholes – oh yeah, the slaves did most of the work but you don't think Bodoni would miss a chance to be the first finger up those straight boy rectums – and then I watch as he pushes the nozzle of an enema first into the older brother and then into the younger one, well, what can I tell you? The sight of that nozzle sliding into that beautiful butt and the sound of the boy groaning at the intrusion, well of course I shot my load.

It was handy the slave boy was in the cubicle with me. Those B&F boys are well trained. Even though I hadn't even let him touch my cock he was right there and caught every drop of my cum in his mouth. Damn, I was out of breath but I didn't want to miss a moment of the action.

The boys were washed out three or four times, I lost count. Then scrubbed in the shower of course. Then there was a room divider and the younger one was taken to one side while the older one was brought to the other side. Andy was just chained up again as before, but Matt was being spread out over this very modern horse, his butt in the air and his head hanging down over one end of the contraption. The horse may have looked modern but the pose was classic: His legs were spread wide and hooked to the legs on one side of the horse and his arms were hooked to the legs on the front side of the bulky piece.

I look at the clock. It just turned midnight. That meant that Matt is now legally fourteen and could be used for sex. And, hold on to your seat, Old Man Smith was calmly and slowly stripping off all his clothes. That great big fat and hairy old guy standing right where his older grandson could see him and taking off every stitch. Damn, his belly looked even bigger like that. And his white beard seemed to just keep going on into his chest hair.

Well you certainly know how hot I am for guys. But I figured the sight of Old Man Smith's big hairy body would be enough to deflate my dick. And yet, it's an odd thing. There was a strange turn on from the contrast between the tight defined smooth body of the boy spread out on the horse and the bloated abominable snowman hovering over him in such a threatening way.

I looked at the way Matt's muscles tensed, knowing he was still thinking like a free boy, knowing that he had been leading a privileged life in expensive clothes just two hours earlier. Frankly, having to serve a body like Old Man Smith's has to be the ultimate in breaking a straight teen athlete like that into accepting his new role as a slave. Yeah, you're right, knowing it was his grandfather must have made it even more intense for that blond beauty.

By the way, I was shocked at how stiff Smith's dick was. I didn't think men that age could be that stiff. Oh, yeah, you're right, he probably got some pill to take, but still it was impressive. And I could see even from my viewing room up above that his dick was leaking as he rubbed it all over the boy's face.

Of course the boy was doing the usual – he was turning his head and keeping his lips clamped together. Smith gave some verbal cue and then there was a scream from the other side of the room divider. He had decided that if Matt disobeyed he would use the slave prod on Andy. Smith explained that and ordered the older brother to stick out his tongue and clean his balls. I watched that pink tongue. I saw that disgusted look on the boy's face and the way his bound body was twisting on the horse. This was clearly a straight boy being made to do things he never imagined in his worst nightmares.

I looked at the other side of the divider and Bodoni was spreading slave oil on the younger boy's bound body. No sex, mind you, just oiling him up. Of course he was taking his sweet time about rubbing on that twelve-year-old body and working his fingers real special into certain spots.

By this time Old Man Smith was sliding his cock in and out of the older brother's mouth. Two of the black slaves were at Matt's rump. When one finished jerking himself off the other took the cream and used it to grease up the boy's virgin asshole. Think about it – when this boy pulled on his boxer shorts earlier in the day he never dreamed that his butthole would get lubed up with a black slave's spunk.

Next thing you know grandpa is at the boy's rear entrance and rubbing his fat cockhead around the opening. Now Matt isn't acting so brave, he's whimpering and begging.

Bodoni joins them on their side of the divider and starts pulling his clothes off. Yes, that's right. Well, all I can tell you is his dick is like his body – long and thin. Bodoni is after the boy's mouth. He's smirking down at the teenager taunting him that he once overheard Matt say he thought Bodoni was a fag who probably wanted to suck his dick. But now Bodoni says, "But I don't suck slave dick. Slaves suck me." Then he shoves the full length of it down the blond boy's throat. As Matt is struggling to breathe, Old Man Smith shoves the full length of his fat one deep into the boy's guts. I'm watching the old guy's big hairy belly bouncing on the boy's hard butt cheeks.

Old Man Smith and Bodoni are talking to each other while they're spit roasting the boy from both ends – just as if the kid isn't even there listening. Well, after all, that is the way we act around slaves. Smith says how he knows that fucking the boy will lower the auction price, but he feels like he deserves this dividend from the sale. Meanwhile the younger brother is chained up on the other side of the divider, able to hear all that's being said and all the action but unable to see anything that's being done to his older brother.

The old man is dripping sweat on the boy and gripping him. I thought Smith was gonna have a heart attack. I couldn't look away – I sure wouldn't have wanted to miss that moment. But then he just collapsed on the boy and you could tell he was creaming up his own grandson's ass. Bodoni slammed into the boy's face and the way he was grunting you could tell he was feeding the kid his spunk. Then grandpa pulls out of that gorgeous butt, slowly comes around in front of the boy and demands that his cock be tongue cleaned. I could see the ooze sliding down the back of the boy's legs. That blond beauty was so broken by that point he just stuck out his tongue and did as ordered.

Well I put my dick away. I wasn't gonna shoot my cream a second time just from watching. I hurried back out into the main room knowing the auction would proceed soon enough.

Have you seen the latest media features at Bodoni & Felch? They've got a plasma screen wall that they can break into as many images as they like – and it goes up the full two-story height of that main room. Well, I don't know how they edit the stuff so fast, but they had one huge screen showing bits and pieces of the enslavement process I had just witnessed. Fuck, no, they didn't leave out a thing. There were the two of them getting those enema nozzles shoved into their virgin holes! They even showed Old Man Smith bare-ass naked and dicking his grandson up his rear end! They showed close ups of Bodoni rubbing that slave oil into the younger boy!

But that wasn't the whole reason the crowd was going wild. On another screen beside it, just as big, there was footage of the two boys just as they'd appeared three hours earlier. There they were, bigger than life, in their free boy khakis mingling with the guests. That was intermixed with all sorts of footage of those same boys from their free life. There was Andy in his baseball uniform. There was Matt on his swim team. There was a picture of the two of them dressed up for some formal event, and then a picture of them wearing baggy shorts and sloppy t-shirts washing a car.

Felch is doing his best showman act on that stage telling the crowd how they now had a chance to own the very free boys we had just mingled with a few hours earlier. The kids are brought out. Once again their hands were cuffed to the handles on the backs of their slave collars and each boy was in a fresh pair of white underpants – boxers for the older and briefs for the younger.

They're not gonna give the crowd a chance to feel up this merchandise. Felch tugs down the undies and feels up both these boys with every eye on his hands. He turns them around, plays with their cracks and then raises one finger to say, "Oh, something wet in this one." Somebody yells out "That's his grandpa's spunk." The whole room breaks into laughter.

That gives Old Man Smith an excuse to jump on the stage and regale us with a blow-by-blow description of that blond beauty's butt. Fuck, the way the old man was going on could've made a truckstop toilet slave blush; that grandson of his was completely red and quivering all over. But that creepy old bastard knew what he was doing – the auction started taking off like crazy and going into the stratosphere.

Oh, Rodolpho was the one who ended up getting Matt. No matter what anyone bid, Rodolpho just went higher. Yes, I know he's a boor with ghastly table manners, but money washes away all sins, don't you agree? What a sweet deal Rodolpho has! He gets to write off the cost of a beauty like this one to his business and then he takes the boy away for a couple of months in the name of training. So he'll get to enjoy Matt while the skin is still tender and smooth and the ass isn't all stretched out like a tunnel.

Well, yeah, I agree – once he's been used in Rodolpho's business for a couple of months, he wouldn't appeal to me. I mean, far be it from me to criticize how some other man makes his money, but it just seems so twisted. I mean, brothels are important to economic health and sexual health. But the things people do to those boys in Rodolpho's establishments… well, yes, of course I've been there and used the services. But I've only been a few times on special occasions, just for the change of pace, not like some weirdo.

Oh, don't worry about Andy. Rodolpho didn't get his grubby hands on the younger brother. In fact, that's what I've been getting to. I'm writing this from mid-air in my private plane stretched out in just my boxers. I'm heading down to my Florida estate. No, I'm the only passenger back here. But I'm looking at some valuable cargo right at this very minute.

That's right. I'm Andy's new owner. I took off his shackles so he's just in his collar and his free boy white briefs. He's in his cage with his knees up to his chest, his arms wrapped around those smooth legs, doing his best not to look at me. Oh, he's so adorable.

In fact, I was contacting you to see if I could visit your rancho outside Cancun? Will you be there anytime this month? You know Rodolpho has that complex in Cancun. That's where he was heading with the older brother and we thought a family reunion might be entertaining. Oh, Rodolpho is so theatrical. He wants to stage this whole wedding thing with his new slave as the groom and….

Oh, this is what I've been waiting for. The captain just announced that we've entered Florida air space. Time to let my merchandise out of the cage so he can get to know his master a little better. Damn, that look in his eyes – it's as if he can read my mind.

#2
Adopted Twins

NB on some other sites, this story is posted in two parts.

I sent you that very quick note a week ago asking you to change my will. But I need you to change it back. Last week I was all wrapped up feeling sorry for myself and moaning "how sharper than a serpent's tooth." Hold it a sec. Is that quote about a woman scorned or about an ungrateful child?

Well, you know there's no woman in my life but there are my two adorable sons. They just turned legal age two weeks ago. I'll send you some photos so you can see for yourself how handsome they are and how they've filled out so nicely.

That's right. You didn't know me back when I first adopted them. I was going through an odd period, searching for meaning in my life. I mean, I had been so hedonistic through my twenties and well into my thirties. I had all this wealth and was only using it for my own self-indulgence. Not that there's anything wrong with that. My obnoxious brother said something to me about finding meaning from his children and (as obnoxious as he may be) that got my me thinking.

My lawyer back then was Bartleby – very resourceful fellow. You could count on him to find anything you wanted. Indeed in less than a week he came up with a perfect situation for me. It seems this very good-looking young fellow had slid his motorcycle over the edge of a cliff. He left a wife and two little twin sons. Husband and wife both came from dirt-poor families so there was nowhere for the poor widow to turn. Besides, she had been a teenager when she gave birth so she was still virtually a child herself.

Of course the wife's fear was that she would become destitute and that then she and her children would all be enslaved. She figured the best bet was to put the children up for adoption. Would you believe in the last century there was a period when the birth mother might have had a say about who would get to adopt her kids? There was also all this red tape. We live in so much more sensible times. Now we understand that the only really important thing is money! Well most of the money goes to the state, but the mother got a small set amount.

Once I saw the mother and a picture of the father and got a look at the boys, I offered the highest bid and the next day I was legally the father of those two little angels: Jimmy and Timmy.

Oh Damn! Please, IT'S TOO REPULSIVE TO THINK I WOULD'VE MESSED WITH THOSE BOYS WHEN THEY WERE SO YOUNG. I appreciated that they were very pretty boys and I often imagined how they'd look when they got to be older. Of course I knew I had plans for them when they turned thirteen. And the time is now. Well, the time was two weeks ago.

They were young enough when they came to live with me that they had some vague memories of a life before, but didn't really remember their mother or father clearly. So I just never told them they were adopted. I think they suspected. They were always bright boys. I remember Timmy asking me how come they looked so different from me. I'm so big and hairy and dark and the two of them were always blond and slim and looked young for their age. I told them that their mother had been very slim and blond. It was the truth but I'm not sure how much they accepted that answer.

As far as their school was concerned and as far as their friends were concerned, I never gave a hint that they were adopted. They took their proper place in society, playing with friends from the finest families in Florida. Oh yes, didn't you know I moved to Florida a few years ago. I'd had the estate here for a long time but decided to bring my family here and make my home here. Yes, I moved here just around the time they lowered the age of use for slaveboys down to fourteen. I was one of the major contributors to the campaign to lower the age of use to thirteen.

But as I was saying, the boys turned thirteen two weeks ago. I took them out to a really fancy dinner the evening before. I even let each of them have hard liquor. Well, of course they've been drinking wine – I am civilized after all – but this was the first time I let them have the hard stuff. I figured they would need it.

Anyway it was close to midnight when we got home and the boys were saying they needed to get to bed because they had baseball practice the next day. Well, like I told you, they're kind of short, but they can each run very fast and have a lot of power in their arms. Yes, very well-toned arms and legs for sure.

I took the boys into my rooms and nodded to my body slave Rod. Rod was in on the whole thing and he had two slave cops downstairs in case I needed them. Anyway, I sat down in my big leather chair and had the two boys stand in front of me and I started to explain the way things were.

I said to the boys, "I don't wanna make this a big suspenseful build up where you'll wonder what I'm leading up to. So I want you to know that as of midnight you are both enslaved for five years." Now I said this in the sweetest possible way. And then I was all prepared to explain everything to them calmly and sensibly. But they became instantly hysterical. "Daddy, how can you do this to us?" "Daddy, I thought you loved us!" They said all the typical things that you'd expect.

Then Jimmy made a break and ran for the door of my room. Timmy was a little hesitant, but turned to run in the direction his brother was going. I don't know where the little brats thought they were going. And I don't know if they thought I was going to leap up and chase them. I just sat back, took a sip of my drink, and the next minute each of my boys was being held around the neck by a slave cop.

Oh yes, those two slave cops looked so manly in their black uniforms. How do they get that fabric so tight? One was a white guy with a Marine type buzz cut and the other was a big black guy. I don't know which of them had a bigger chest or broader shoulders. Yes, as usual for slave cops, I could see their cocks outlined in the pants. Any other time I would've been looking for a way to see those cocks in the flesh, but I had other things to contend with that night.

So each slave cop is holding one of my sons. Without much effort the boys were stripped to the waist. Those slave cops know just how to pull on a shirt so the seams give way. Then one, two, three – slave collars are snapped onto the boys, their elbows were up in the air so their hands could be cuffed to the D-rings on the back of the collars, and each boy was hooked onto a frame. Well I usually keep one handy for a slave, but I'd made sure to have two placed conveniently in my room planning for my sons.

Even though they're twins, they've each developed their own personality. Timmy was weeping and Jimmy was being strong and stoic, giving me a very antagonistic look. I told him I hoped I wouldn't have to beat the free boy attitude out of him. He said something totally uncalled for and I smacked him hard across the face. Well Jimmy kind of held back tears but that led to Timmy wailing and saying, "Don't hurt him. Please, Daddy, don't hurt him."

Well, there are some things you just have to do. I raised my hand in a threatening way to Timmy and said, "I'll let it go this time. But from now on I'm not 'Daddy' I am Sir or Master. Do you understand, boy?" I spoke to him in the same tone of voice I'd use to speak to any slave boy. He whimpered and looked down and mumbled, "Yes, Master." I've gotta tell you my cock sprang up in my pants when I heard that.

Jimmy was turned away with a disgusted look on his face. But at that point I decided I should let it pass and enjoy myself. I mean, why does a man give himself new slaves, especially cute young slave boys? For enjoyment! So I started to get a nice feel of the exposed flesh. Their nipples were all so flat it was a shame. Yes, of course I now have them on tittie exercises. That's why it's so good to have the two together, because they work each other's tits. But this was my first time ever rubbing their tits, one hand on each boy, pinching and then wetting my fingers so they'd slide around.

Please, don't be vulgar! Of course I never felt them up before. Before that they were my sons. Certain things are sacrosanct. It's one thing to feel up a collared slave boy and another to fiddle with your own son. I wouldn't want to associate with the sort of low-class individual who would molest his own son. But, as you know, once a boy is enslaved he has no family anymore. Right?

Of course I leaned in and licked and sucked those tits. Then I moved my tongue to the armpits. Went from one boy to the other and back again. Oh their flesh was delicious, so fresh and all-boy. Now, here's something kind of cute. Both of them started giggling uncontrollably when I licked their underarms. Apparently both boys were ticklish there. I was just having a grand time. And as you'd suspect no risk of getting any hairs on my tongue.

Well of course I stuck my hand down into their pants. No boners. Some boys react to being nervous by going stiff and some react by shriveling up. I knew both boys had good-size rods for their age. Boys like that pop boners all over the place and I had certainly noticed. But, as for them not being stiff – well, I knew the boys were pretty-much confirmed heterosexuals.

They were hanging so their toes were barely touching the floor. So there was no need to shackle their feet. They couldn't kick or anything. I quite enjoyed pulling down their pants. Everything was in stereo. I felt up their balls reaching fingers up the legs of their boxers both at the same time. I reached into the backs of their boxers and fingered their cracks. Once again I did it to them both at once.

No in fact I don't like boxers on boys of that age. A couple of years ago they insisted on switching from briefs to boxers and swore that boys at school would make fun of them if they kept wearing white briefs. You can't always control how your son dresses. But, as you know, you have total control over how your slave boy dresses.

The boys seemed to calm down and almost accept their position once I was feeling them up in their boxer shorts. Or at least they ran out of steam. So I tried to have a calm rational discussion with them. I started off by telling them that they were adopted. Timmy looked at Jimmy with an expression that said, "I told you so."

Then I explained that I'd been a good father to them. I'd spent all sorts of money to make sure they had the best of everything. They went to the best schools, had the best electronics, the best clothes, and the best vacations. I explained to them that in return for all I'd given them I had always counted on them serving me for five years.

Jimmy starts up with, "But, D-dad…" then quickly corrects himself to say, "But, Master, we aren't…" Oh, it seemed like it was taking him forever before he said the word 'gay.' I know the sort of words the boys use and I guess he was being particularly sensitive not to offend me. I made note of that to his credit.

Well of course the boys knew about my sexuality. I've always been very free around my home. The boys have walked in on me more than once fucking a slave boy. Hell, I fuck slave boys in the kitchen or by the pool or wherever it strikes my fancy. I'd been even more open about getting blowjobs. Plus, they know I've had boyfriends over the years and that I'd never dated any women. So they knew I was into sex with guys. They'd also heard me expound on the natural uses for cute young boy slaves. Add to that the fact that I was feeling their dicks inside their boxers as I was speaking to them.

But I said to them right then and there, "Well, I never interfered with you boys or molested you or tried any funny business with you."

Timmy whimpered, "B-but you're doing it now…" Then he quickly added the word "Master."

I peeled down both pairs of boxer shorts. I managed to manipulate both boys to get them stiff. I just smiled at them and said, "Well, sure, you're slave boys now. And blond slave boys young and pretty like you are gonna be used as pleasure slaves."

They both started bawling in unison. "But we only like girls. But you can't do that to us." Well that was the last straw for me. I grabbed Jimmy firmly around his body and started smacking his exposed ass cheeks. Oh, yeah, you wouldn't believe how hard those muscles are but how soft the skin is. You bet, I'm gonna try as long as possible to keep from leaving cane marks or whip marks on that creamy flesh. But I was just so angry with them at that point I went from one to the other, spanking as hard as I could. I didn't want to wear out my hand on one of them, so I kept going back and forth.

I was hollering at them. I was telling them, "I could've enslaved you for twenty years. I could've enslaved you for life." Then I started really flying off the handle. I told them that from what I knew about their father, if that man had lived he probably would've sold the boys into slavery as soon as they turned legal age. I didn't stop there. I was telling the boys how much boy brothels would pay for twins, especially adorable thirteen-year-old twins.

Honestly, their father could've retired in luxury on the money he would've gotten selling those boys into lifetime enslavement. If that father of theirs had enslaved them, it certainly would've been for life and they certainly would've ended up in some boy brothel in Florida or Las Vegas.

This got the boys pretty shaken up. I showed them the paperwork I had prepared. I have a college fund in place for them so they can go to any college they choose after the enslavement is over. Of course I made a bunch of wild threats. I told them maybe I should get rid of the college fund, maybe I should just make their enslavement permanent, maybe I should just sell them to some brothel where they'd have to service dozens of greasy men each day.

Maybe I had gone a little too far with the threats. You don't think so? After all, deep down these were the boys I had raised and cared for all those years. There was no way I'd enslave the boys for life and no possible way I'd ever wanna see them in one of those awful brothels. I figured with five years they'd get to start college at age eighteen. Of course I'll abide by the rules of Florida's Temporary Enslavement of Juveniles Act and provide for their education.

Back to my story. That was a good time for Rod to start shaving the boys. Yes, I mentioned Rod before. He's my body slave. I just sat back and enjoyed the scene. I pulled out my cock and stroked it right in front of the boys. They were ticklish when he ran the razor on their armpits. I already told you there was no hair in the armpits. In fact, there was no discernable hair on their bodies, though possibly some blond fuzz in the early stages. But it was sexy to put them through the ritual. And I wanted the boys to get used to being handled like that.

As for masturbating while watching them, I thought it was important that I display my cock and show it off to the new slaves. Also to get it ingrained that they were sex objects to be admired.

I carried on a conversation with Rod as he gave the boys enemas. Yeah, I kept the boys' hands cuffed to the backs of their collars. And Rod is big enough to handle each of the twins, at least individually. So I asked Rod what he'd been enslaved for. I knew the answer and the twins also knew, but I wanted to hear it. So Rod said, "I had sex with my girlfriend but then she claimed I forced her, Master."

"And did you ever have sex with a guy before you were enslaved, Rod?"

"No, Master. I was totally straight." He's saying this as he's shoving a greased nozzle up Timmy's tight little anus.

Then I had him go into detail about how he learned to suck dick and take it up the ass. Actually, I was the first one up that bubble butt of his. I'm willing to pay a premium for a boy with a cherry ass. But I do appreciate that a boy have some experience with his lips and throat before I take possession. Well, I won't lie – it was an extra thrill knowing I was going to have my twins as completely virgin as any two slaveboys had ever been.

Well, of course I mean virgin with men. I know they had each fucked their girlfriends from school. Well, I know because I accidentally walked in on both of them in the act. Well, it was sort of an accident. I did get a nice view of both their little round butts moving up and down. Whatever. I knew I'd get a lot more chances at those little round butts.

So I watched and I masturbated as both those boys got cleaned out good inside. I had stripped down naked by the time they were finished. I displayed myself to them. The man they had called 'daddy' for all these years, bare naked and stroking my erection while looking them over.

Then I had Rod hold each of them one at a time as I used that special device they have nowadays to insert the identification chip just below the left armpit. Once a slave knows he can be tracked by GPS, he knows there's no escape. I could see each of the boys was pretty nervous and frightened. And my cock was as stiff as it had ever been in my life.

I handed my two new slaves pairs of white briefs. When they were free boys they were embarrassed to wear tighty whities like that. But now they were happy to cover themselves. I took off the handcuffs, but the boys knew that there was a slave cop outside each entrance to my suite of rooms. So they weren't going anywhere.

You know I've always enjoyed games. So I announced to the boys that I wanted them to play strip wrestling. Each boy only had on a collar and a pair of white briefs. I wanted them to wrestle around on the floor. The one who managed to remove the white briefs completely off the body of the other boy would be the winner. I then explained that the loser was going to be fucked in the ass and in the mouth as soon as the wrestling match was over.

Jimmy stood thinking for a moment and then said, "And what if we don't wrestle… Master?" He put a nasty little twist on the word Master, but I just grinned at him and replied. "If that's the way you feel Jimmy I'd suggest that Timmy grab your briefs and pull them all the way down right now."

Well, Timmy, who is usually the shy and weaker one, did as I said and grabbed at his brother's briefs and tugged them down. Jimmy turned to Timmy but with the briefs tangled below his knees, he tripped. Then the two boys were on the floor rolling around together. Of course I'd seen the boys wrestle before, but never naked like this and with their asses literally on the line. Both pairs of briefs were soon tangled around their ankles and each boy was trying to pull the one small article of clothing off the other boy.

It delighted me to see that both boys had erections as their bodies were sliding and pressing into each other. Timmy got Jimmy's briefs almost all the way off, so that the cotton was just tangled round one foot. But Jimmy got the best of him and waved Timmy's briefs up in the air. Then they looked into each other's eyes and Jimmy whispered, "I'm so sorry, bro."

Rod could've easily gotten Timmy over the leather horse, but I made Jimmy help him. I used the slave prod on Jimmy one time, just set at 5%, when he didn't want to strap down his brother. That sure got him obedient. Once Timmy was strapped around his arms and legs, leaning forward over the horse, I put Rod to work licking out Timmy's asshole.

Yes of course it would have made sense for Jimmy to lick his brother's butthole. But my priority was getting the hole lubricated and getting that anal passage massaged and excited. Don't worry, I had them sucking my sperm out of each other's assholes soon enough. But you're getting me ahead of myself here.

I ordered Jimmy to fuck his twin brother. OK, I'll admit it. No matter how much I might have wanted to, I just couldn't treat the two of them as if they were just any other new slaves. My cock is certainly longer than Jimmy's and very much thicker than what the boy has. Well, yes, they're twins, their cocks are pretty much identical. I'm just referring to Jimmy because he's the one who would do the fucking first.

Jimmy didn't want to fuck his brother. I just held up the slave prod and looked at him grimly and he got the idea. But then he was all, "Master, forgive me, but I don't think I can get stiff to put it in a boy's butt." I put Rod to work so that the experienced slave was soon alternating between wetting Timmy's asshole and wetting Jimmy's cock. Of course Jimmy had a throbbing boner soon enough.

I couldn't resist getting my hands on both of them – spreading a virgin ass with one hand and guiding a rock-hard teen prick with the other. I positioned Jimmy and pushed him in. Then I quickly moved around to the other end and ordered Timmy to start licking. Man my cock was dripping by that time.

Now it was Timmy's turn to balk at a command. I touched the slave prod to his underarm. Yes, don't you realize what happened? With Jimmy's dick inside Timmy, the electric shock went through both boys. Jimmy was cursing at his brother for getting them both zapped that way. I warned Jimmy about slaves cursing and he turned white as a ghost apologizing.

Everything went smooth after that. Timmy's tongue licked all the pre-cum off my dick head and then I slid it right in. Of course he gagged the first time. But I have one of those wonderful neck supports on this leather horse. It's well worth the price. It positions the slave's face and neck in a straight line so you can slide your cock right into the throat. Well, I had to instruct Timmy to swallow as I thrust forward and his eyes went so wide when he realized how deep into his neck my cockhead had gone.

That boy got a real throat fucking, believe me. My hands were all over both of them and I was just drinking in the whole scene. Damn, there's only one first time you know. And these weren't just some pretty slaves I'd picked up at a Bodoni & Felch Wild Pups Sale. These were my boys! I'd helped strip them out of their free boy clothes just an hour before.

When I shot that load, I had to massage Timmy's throat. The kid was so shocked he didn't even start swallowing. He could've choked. I had saved up for two days. Yes, I'm the same age as you are. Well, I don't know about you but I need to relieve my balls twice a day. So I had quite a bit to feed to my adorable Timmy. Jimmy unloaded up his brother's butt and we all needed a long moment to catch our breaths.

I sat on the bed, one boy on each knee, and gave them some lessons in tongue kissing. Sure, each of them had kissed their girlfriends like that. But I'm sure it's different for a teenage straight boy to kiss a teenage girl and then to kiss a big hairy bearded man like me. Whichever boy I wasn't tongue kissing at any given time was assigned to lick and suck on my nipples. I love to have them sucked on and even bitten and I wanted the two of them to learn.

Hell, yeah, I had always dreamed of having both nipples chewed on at the same time. Now, with my identical twins I can get the action in stereo. Yeah, stereo, I made that reference before. Damn! I don't know if I can go back to having just one slave boy at a time after this.

Well, of course I kept the boys busy for the rest of the night. I had Jimmy bend over the horse for Timmy to fuck. Then I got on top and Timmy was the middle of a sandwich. Yeah, I had looked forward to that a long time. You don't know what it's like, counting down the days to that special birthday. Looking at one of the boys bent over, his pants riding up into his crack, and thinking, "Just two more months and I'll be inside where it's tight and moist and warm." Believe me, I was not let down.

I got inside Jimmy also before the night was over. I had him on his back with his legs wrapped around my waist. I kept teasing him that I was fucking him just the way a husband would fuck his pretty virgin bride. Tears were streaming down his face and I was just licking those tears away. He didn't seem to appreciate my tongue on his face.

I could've let them sleep in the bed with me and ended the night on a tender note, but I knew that would send the wrong message. So I ordered them to suck out each other's bottom holes. Well, their butts were filled with each other's sperm and their master's sperm. They hated that. I actually had to give them each another zap with the slave prod. But they had to learn their role as slaves.

They slept together in a cage that night. It was a tight fit, but that was the way I wanted it. Their legs and bodies were intertwined and their dicks were pressed into each other. I could walk by and stick a finger through the bars of the cage and up either of their greasy rectums. It was good.

So what happened a week ago that got me so pissed off?

Well, of course I was enjoying the slave boys each day. I also had them start an exercise program and put them to work to help build up their muscles. They're awfully cute now. But I've got them for five years. When they turn sixteen or seventeen I'd like them to be hunky and tan with muscles in all the right places.

No, I would never consider selling them to a brothel. Well OK maybe I considered it last week, but we'll get to that part of the story. These are the boys I raised as my sons for all those years and I still have tender feelings for them. Yes, I know that makes things complicated between a master and a slave.

A week after their enslavement, I decided it was time to have a little coming out for the boys. You know me, with most new slave boys I would've had a big party two days after I'd taken the slave's cherry and had the boy servicing a string of men. But, like I said, I had tender feelings for Timmy and Jimmy.

I wanted to make their introduction to other men be something special for them. I only invited two guests. You know Warren, don't you? He's such a good friend. When he was young he was such a gorgeous hunk. He says the problem is glandular. I think the problem is just too much cake and ice cream. Yes, he's more enormous now than ever. I don't know how long it's been since he's seen that dick of his. But it's a big one and he can still use it without much problem.

My other guest was Steve. I don't think you know him, but you ought to. He's quickly become the biggest slave trainer in the south. It's a crazy story. Rumor has it he used to be a slave himself. Well, what does it matter, I don't believe the stories – although he does have muscles like a hard labor slave. I think he just made up these stories to enhance his mysterious image as a trainer and get rich fools to pay his exorbitant fees.

Steve can be very intense sexually. He has a reputation for being rough with slaves. He's built like a football team linebacker. He's not that much younger than you and me, but he has sure kept himself in shape. I always think his shoulders and chest are gonna rip through his clothes. He fancies wearing either jeans or these leather pants that show off his tackle and he has black hair sticking out of his shirt collar and out of his sleeves. The first time I had Steve over to use the swimming pool, I thought he was wearing a black wool jumpsuit.

Warren and Steve have been coming around to my house for many years. When the boys were little they sat on Steve's lap and Warren used to read bedtime stories to them. The boys always called them Uncle Warren and Uncle Steve. But that was years in the past.

Now after the last week as slaves the boys were used to sucking and getting fucked, drinking piss, licking ass, all the things you expect of an obedient slave boy. I figured Warren and Steve would be perfect. They weren't strangers to the boys. I knew the boys liked both of them.

You have to understand, I hadn't told Warren and Steve about enslaving the boys, although we had talked about it in theory over the years and I knew both of them thought the boys were very appealing. So I invited Warren and Steve to dinner, telling them I had a surprise for them after dinner and they should be prepared to help with a slave's coming out. Of course Steve asked "Is the slave cute?" Damn, if the slave wasn't cute enough, Steve could just sit it out. So there was a lot of anticipation during dinner and the two of them wanted to know where I'd bought the new slave and what he looked like. I wouldn't divulge anything.

After dinner I took my two guests onto the garden porch – it's screened in and lovely on a warm night. Timmy and Jimmy were on the porch just standing there in their baseball uniforms. Warren and Steve greeted the boys as they always would have. But the boys responded by bowing their heads, as they were told to do. I went over, pulled back each of their shirts to reveal the slave collars and said, "Gentlemen, meet my two newest slaves."

You should've heard my two guests. First they thought it was a joke and then they doublechecked did I really mean for them to sex up my blond twins. "The boys have gotten plenty of their master's dick for the last week. It's time they learned how to please some other men."

Steve went to Jimmy and Warren went to Timmy. I'm not sure if that was by choice or if it just happened to be the sides they were on. Now usually in a slave's coming out, you have to share one slave between a lot of men. But in this case each of my friends had their own adorable blond slave boy.

This was the first time I was watching the boys being used by other men. I had pretty much come to terms with the fact that the blond twins who were my adopted sons were now slaves, no longer my sons. But watching the twins being sexed up by my two best friends all I could see were my sons being manhandled by Uncle Warren and Uncle Steve.

Gee, I'm surprised that last remark came out of me. Y'know, maybe that was what the boys were feeling? Warren made a point about that. Maybe that's why the evening ended up going so badly?

But Warren and Steve were just going at it like starving men in a candy store. They were very different, of course. Warren just pressed Timmy to his huge body and was kissing the boy for all he was worth. His tongue was licking at the boy's face and shoving deep into the boy's mouth. His hands were shoved up the boy's shirt and down the boy's pants.

Steve had a very different style. The first thing he asked was whether I minded if he ripped the baseball uniform. Well, I didn't care. I had only taken the uniforms out of storage because I thought it would add zing to this night. By the time the boys were released from slavery, none of their former clothes would fit them anyway.

So Steve rips open Jimmy's shirt without bothering with any of the buttons. He pulls up the dark blue undershirt that's part of the baseball team uniform. And he starts to bite at the boy's tits. Jimmy is calling out in pain. For a second I wanted to tell Steve to take it easy. But then I remembered, these aren't my sons anymore, these are slave boys who need to learn how to serve men. So I just let Jimmy scream. Steve looked up from the boy's tits and grinned when he said, "Delicious."

You wouldn't believe the red marks and the teeth indentations on Jimmy's chest after just a few minutes of Steve on his tits. Then Steve whispered something into the boy's ear. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but a few words popped up, something about "slow spit roasting" and "eating for dinner." Whatever Steve had said, Jimmy began to sob hysterically. Totally unlike him, he'd been the stoic one. But his face was all covered with tears and snot and he was howling like real "boo hoo hoos." This seemed to be the effect Steve wanted.

Meanwhile Warren was caressing Timmy so tenderly and kissing the boy deeply as he stripped him piece by piece. Warren sweats a lot and it looked like his clothes were already sweated through and Timmy was getting soaked with the big man's sweat. His hammy hand is pushing inside Timmy's baseball uniform, tugging the clothes off the slim body.

Warren is groaning about, "Feeling up pretty little baseball player. Stripping you down and feeling you up." When Timmy calls him 'Master,' Warren says, "No, no, boy. Call me Uncle Warren." Well, if that's what he wanted, that's his prerogative. But of course that's what Timmy as a free boy always used to call Warren.

When Timmy is stripped totally naked, Warren rolls on his back and commands, "OK, boy, strip me and worship my body." I had to hold back my laughter. Warren looked like a beached whale lying on his back with that huge belly sticking up. Timmy just had a horrified look on his face. It was precious.

Timmy did his best to climb on top of Warren and unbutton the big man's shirt. What Warren wanted was for the boy to lick out his armpits, to lick under his pendulous breasts, to lick inside each fold of fat. I wasn't sure whether there were tears slowly trickling down Timmy's face or whether he was just glistening from all the perspiration he was sliding against.

At the same time, Jimmy's hands were shaking as he opened Steve's leather pants. Jimmy's shirt was ripped but he was still wearing the rest of his baseball uniform, even the cap. Soon Steve was smacking Jimmy across the face with his baseball-bat like cock. "You're a straight boy, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, M-master Steve," he whimpered.

Steve lifted the boy from the floor and tossed him over the back of a couch. He leaned forward over the boy and ripped the shirt free from Jimmy's shoulders as he bit into the flesh and said, "Call me Uncle Steve. Yeah, just like Uncle Warren over there, heheh." Then Steve tugged down the baseball uniform pants without opening the belt.

The powerfully-built man ripped Jimmy's briefs although he could just as easily have pulled them down. I saw Steve's very large cock sliding up and down the crack of the slave boy's ass. "Yeah, let's say your dad called for Uncle Steve and Uncle Warren to look after you boys for the night," Steve grunted as his big tongue licked at Jimmy's ear, neck and face. "And nasty old homos like us left alone with such beautiful young athletes – well our dicks just get the better of us and this is how we end up. What do you say to Uncle Steve, boy? What does the straight boy say?"

Jimmy's asshole was about to be invaded and I could see it stretching out to the maximum as the boy yelled out, "Please, Uncle Steve. Please, don't do this to me. I'm straight, don't�" The end of that sentence got lost in the strangled yell of pain that Jimmy howled out. When I looked down I saw that half of Steve's cock was embedded between the boy's creamy ass cheeks.

Steve shoved the rest of his cock all the way in and held Jimmy in his powerful hairy arms as the boy just sobbed and cried in agony. I could feel pre-cum leaking out of my own dick but I was frozen to the spot for another reason. In a trembling voice I said to Steve, "Hey, there were times I left my boys alone with you and Warren. Did you ever�?"

Without missing a beat fucking the tight ass Steve grinned at me and said, "Don't be stupid, bud. You trusted me with your sons! What kind of a creep do you think I am? I'm not about to molest the free boy sons of a friend. But this is different. Now these little cuties are slave boys." He bit into Jimmy's shoulders so deep that he drew blood.

I looked over at Warren and found that he had Timmy's head down between his voluminous thighs. Timmy was licking behind Warren's balls and I was afraid the fat man would crush the small blond teenager.

Steve was biting Jimmy's ear and grunting, "Do you believe I ever raped a free straight boy like this?"

"N-no!" Jimmy called out. There was a jab to his guts deep inside him and Jimmy cried, "I don't know." Then with a sob breaking his voice, Jimmy wailed, "Y-yes, I b- believe it."

Licking at the boy's neck and shoulder, Steve grunted, "And do you believe I ever did that other thing I whispered in your ear, boy? Do you believe I ever took a free straight boy and�?"

Once again Jimmy was bawling out of control. I pulled out my cock and stuffed it in Jimmy's mouth, face fucking him in a frenzy. Steve slammed into the boy's ass and his cock seemed to be hammering the boy's insides as he shot his jizz deep inside that hole. I couldn't hold back and immediately collapsed on top of the pretty blond slave's head shooting my load down his throat.

I thought I would pass out from lack of oxygen to my brain. But my attention was drawn to Warren's loud moans. He had Timmy clasped between his thighs and was pushing the boy's face against his spread asshole. He grabbed the boy by the ears and then impaled that pretty face onto his thick erection.

Timmy was struggling as Warren wrapped his legs around the young slave and started to mouth fuck him. Watching the way the boy's body was flailing around my dick just sprung up stiff again. Even though I had just cum down his brother's throat, I grabbed Timmy's legs and shoved my boner into his ass.

The boy was making gurgling sounds as Warren rammed into his face and I rammed into his butthole. I was concerned whether he was getting enough air, but I figured as long as his arms and legs were waving frantically he was not suffocating. Warren sounded like a foghorn when he shot into the boy's mouth and that was all it took for me to give the boy a load up the ass. There was one scary moment where Timmy seemed to be lying totally still, but I pushed Warren off him and pumped on the boy's slim chest till he started breathing again.

So, like I'm saying, this was a really hot night. I was feeling great and both of my friends had looks of absolute delight on their faces. I was all ready to reward the two slave boys. They had really made me proud.

So Steve, Warren and I were all congratulating each other and marveling at how much fun we'd had. I turned to the boys and ordered them to come and clean off our cocks. Naturally, that's the order any master would give at a time like that. Right?

The two of them are huddled together on the floor holding each other. Both of them are still crying a little bit. Jimmy turns to me and opens his mouth and says, "Fuck you, you evil old pervert!" Have you ever in all your years even heard of a slave speaking like that to his master?

I raised my hand and smacked him so he fell backwards and I shouted, "I could have you bullwhipped to death you filthy little slave."

Now I told you that Timmy is the sweeter, more timid boy, but now Timmy looked up at me and said, "Do it! Bullwhip us to death. I'd rather be dead than have filthy queers…" Steve grabbed the boy and tossed him halfway across the room.

But neither of those boys would let up. And the things they were saying. "You never loved us. You never cared about us. You never wanted us to be your sons. You just wanted us for your pervert homo cock."

Well I said earlier that I had a problem because I wasn't treating them as rough as I'd normally treat a new slave. I had mixed feelings because part of me still thought of them as the sons I had raised. But, this was too much. It would have been bad enough if they had done this to me, their master, but to do this in front of my friends. Have you ever heard of a master being as humiliated as this by a slave?

I was wishing Warren and Steve would go, but they wanted to stay for the punishment. The two of them helped me bring the blonds out to the backyard and place them in some punishment frames. I ordered Rod to wake all the slaves and gather them so they could watch. Then I found a hard wooden paddle.

Well of course you ask why not a whip. I turned to the rest of the slaves and addressed that. I told the slaves that these two new slaves deserved a bullwhip. It wasn't that I was sparing the bullwhip out of sympathy for them. I told the assembled slaves that I did not want to lower the price for the boys since I intended to sell them to a brothel as soon as I could make a deal.

At that moment in time that's exactly what I intended to do. I guess it's to everybody's good fortune this was the middle of the night or I might have signed a contract handing the twins over to Bodoni & Felch within the hour. I pounded those asses with that wooden paddle. Then I took a leather paddle and slapped at those cheeks. They were red, they were bruised, they were swollen, but I knew the marks would heal with time. Well, you know that a good bullwhip will leave a permanent scar, and nobody wants that on a brothel slave's ass.

I called Rod out of the group of slaves and asked him to speak to me truthfully and tell what the slaves had thought about my former sons, Jimmy and Timmy. I had to coax him but then he blurted out, "Those kids were so arrogant and smug, master. They acted like us slaves weren't even there."

Well, I couldn't leave the boys with just the paddling. Since I hadn't given them the bullwhip, they needed to face something more. So I told Rod to take the two boys into the slave quarters and have the slaves use them for their pleasure. I then announced that they were to lock the slave toilets. The two boys would serve as slave toilets for the night.

Jimmy and Timmy were sobbing and shivering being surrounded by the slaves, but they didn't dare ask me for mercy. I turned just before I went into the house and announced that once all the slaves in the barracks had finished with them, the boys were to be delivered to the dray slaves in the stables. Well the dray slaves are huge monsters of men, oversized everywhere, so rough and calloused. I figured they'd appreciate something as soft and sweet as my blond twins.

And that was the point when I sent you that terse message telling you to change my will. I had determined that I wouldn't free the boys ever, I would dissolve the college fund, well you got the message, you know.

What made me change my mind? Well, the next morning the boys were so subservient to me. They never looked up from the floor. I knew they were in pain from the paddling and all the sex, but they hopped to every command. Rod told me later on that in addition to the sex, the other slaves talked sense to Timmy and Jimmy. It turned out to be good exposing the boys to the slave barracks.

Then Warren showed up mid-morning and he was crying real tears. He's such a sentimental old fool. He couldn't bear the thought of me permanently enslaving the boys. He hadn't been able to sleep thinking about those sweet young things sold to some brothel. He brought up the idea that maybe he and Steve had played with the boys' heads and their feelings unfairly. "Maybe having them call us Uncle Warren and Uncle Steve was too much," Warren said shyly.

I called in the two slave boys and asked Warren to repeat most of what he said. I didn't want him to include the part about feeling to blame. It's not good for a slave to get in his head that a free man might be to blame for a slave's faults. But the boys saw how Warren pleaded for them; how he wanted them freed and sent to college in five years. He even talked about getting them each cars when they went away to college, but I cut him off. Again, that's not a good thing for a slave to start getting into his head.

The two boys were on the floor kissing Warren's shoes. He was so thrilled he popped a boner in his pants and the boys took turns sucking him off. The rest of the week went off without a hitch. The two of them learned to groom each other and to give each other enemas. The rest of the week was all "Suck my sperm out of my brother's ass? Yes, Master."

Oh, I don't want to leave out that I also got a phone call from Steve. He was unusually taciturn on the phone and he told me how fond he had always been of the twins when they were my sons and how he didn't want them permanently enslaved. He was quick to add that they had to be punished severely for their insubordination. He takes the slave system very seriously and doesn't ever want it undermined. But he wanted me to show some mercy on the new slave boys.

Yes, I agree with what you're saying. The things they shouted at me in the presence of my two friends were really unforgivable. It's not an easy thing for a master to let slide. But then I also started thinking of my brother and his awful family. Well, if anything suddenly happened to me while the twins were enslaved my brother would inherit everything, including the twins. I'll get into that later.

Today I decided it was time to really put the slave boys to a test. It seems their former little league team was playing in the finals. I know how much it meant to the boys. So I dressed them in fresh white slave briefs, had them cuffed, shackled and caged, and took them over to the field to see the game.

Well their old coach was so glad to see the boys. He couldn't take his eyes off them. Actually, he couldn't keep his hands off them either. He was so shy about asking whether he could show the boys the old supply room. I grinned and winked and told him to pick one of the boys and take him to the old supply room for as long as he liked. He came back half an hour later with a huge smile and I could see jizz dripping down the back of Jimmy's smooth legs.

The team won the game and everyone wanted to celebrate. The coach reminded the boys that they had to shower and change. I offered my two slaves to help their former teammates to shower. The other dads who were there knew just what I was really offering to their sons. I saw the envious look the men were giving their boys.

Of course since they were using my slaves I went into the locker room to look after things. The coach invited me. Very nice fellow, he came and watched as well. The boys were a little timid with me there but one of them got up the courage to ask if Jimmy and Timmy really sucked cock. I told all of them that they should find out for themselves how well the boys sucked cock and how nice those asses were also. That's all it took and the floodgates were open.

I knew that Jimmy and Timmy didn't like it, especially not when the boys younger than them were dick slapping their faces. Each slave boy was bent over a bench with boys using their mouths at one end and their butts at the other.

There was this one really well built boy with curly light brown hair. Apparently he had become captain of the team after Jimmy was no longer there. He just dropped his towel coming out of the shower showing off how nicely muscled his young body was. He slid his boner right into the former team captain's mouth.

Some other boy said, "Wow, Wally, you should feel how nice his ass is around a dick."

Wally would have none of that. He just closed his eyes and said, "I ain't a queer. At least with a mouth I can pretend it's Janie's mouth sucking me."

The coach saw the way I was watching Wally's ass tensing and relaxing as he fucked my slave boy's mouth. He also saw the way I was playing with my dick with a hand in my pocket. He came over and whispered to me that Wally's father was being indicted for insider trading and that from everything he heard he figured Wally would be on the auction block within a month.

It just so happens that Steve's birthday is just a little more than a month from now. When I got home I already put in an advance bid at Bodoni & Felch. The boy isn't actually listed yet, but they also anticipate having him in stock.

Oh, I got off the track talking about the team and about that boy with curly brown hair that's just perfect for Steve.

The point is just that Jimmy and Timmy hated every minute of servicing their former teammates, but they did all that was asked of them. They didn't show any free boy attitude. No eye rolling. I could see that everyone there was impressed with me as a slave master, how well broken my boys were. I figured after that I'd better get in touch with you right away and make sure you changed back my will.

You know that my brother is an asshole, right? I couldn't bear the thought that if anything suddenly happened to me that overfed jerk and his fat children would take possession of Jimmy and Timmy as slaves, sell them to the highest bidder – which would certainly be some BDSM boy brothel – and the twins would never be freed.

Call me an old softy, but even though they're slaves now I still think of them as my boys. I know that one of these days I'll be at their college graduation. I expect I'll see each of them married to some pretty girl. When they start to have kids then I'll have grandsons. Jeez, I bet those grandsons will be real beauties.

OK, I'll let you get back to work. What's that? You never made the changes I had asked for in my will a week ago? Oh, your policy is to ignore client requests that come at 4 a.m. on a weekend night. That's probably a good policy.

Actually the two boys have been cleaning and tongue massaging my bare feet as I've been writing this. I'm ready to have them move up. Have you ever had each testicle simultaneously sucked by two identical mouths? Of course it merely puts off the inevitable – having to choose which of those sweet holes I'm going to fill with my jizz this time!

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Surferboy Stepson

I've just sent you a video but don't you dare open it and look at it until I tell you the story behind it. I'm in the back of my limo, just left the estate and have a long ride ahead so I hope you have some time to stay online with me. I promise you'll appreciate this story.

Oh, please don't apologize for missing her funeral. That was more than six months ago. Well, all those different painkillers mixed with bourbon finally made her wish come true – she left a beautiful corpse. Look, I may have been married to that nasty bitch but it's not like I loved her or anything. I fucked her long and hard plenty of times so I earned the money, believe me. Yes I can fuck a woman when I put my mind to it. The fact she had a portrait of that gorgeous blond first husband of hers on the wall helped me shoot my load more than once.

Also, keep in mind this was my second marriage. Well, yes, you've known me long enough to know all about that. It's just the height of irony that a man like me who's so hot for the idea of incest should end up with a son who is flabby, with bad skin and ugly as sin. He's mostly been away at school but I'll get to that part of the story soon enough.

Her sons grew up a lot since you saw them at our wedding. The older one, Jesse, has turned into quite a young athlete. He's not a little boy anymore; he's quite a big boy. Into surfing, you know. No not just the Internet, in the ocean. And he really fits the stereotype of a California surfer boy: blond hair that falls into his eyes, golden tan, perfect features, flawless body, pert buttocks. Yes, of course I notice all my stepsons' buttocks. I notice my own son's butt also, except his is fat and sloppy and not very nice to look at.

The story I'm trying to tell you started a little less than four weeks ago. I'm bare assed and heading out to the new hot tub I just had installed. Yes, I have kept my body in shape. I'm in terrific shape – my shoulders, my chest, my arms, my legs are even better than when I was 30. You know how hairy I am. Well, I now have all that black chest hair trimmed neatly so it shows off my definition instead of hiding it.

But I'm trying to tell you the story. I get out to the hot tub but someone is already in the water. It's Jesse, my older stepson who should have been at school 900 miles [1500 km] away. I see his school uniform strewn all over the patio and he's just grinning up at me from the tub. I have to confess my dick reacted a bit. I mean it's kind of nice to show off your meat to a straight teenage boy. Yeah, trust me when I say he's straight. I searched his room and searched his computer files – nothing but spread pussies and big titties. He was submerged in the tub below his shoulders but I found myself thinking, "No girl will ever appreciate that face and body the way a man would."

I got into the tub beside him and asked how come he was at home. Apparently the day before had been his birthday. Of course I don't keep track of these things. I have a secretary slave who sends out appropriate gifts and cards. So he thanked me for my generous birthday gift. Well, I'm spending his mother's money. I might as well be generous. He thanked me and told me that now that he was legal age of 14 he decided to drop out of school so he could devote himself to surfing.

Yes, he wanted to devote himself to surfing. Well it's not like I give a crap about the kid's future. If he were to inherit his mother's money he would be so filthy rich he wouldn't have to work a day in his life. Well, yes, I said, "If he were to inherit…" – we'll get to that part of the story soon enough. Oh, remind me to thank you for the clever wording you put into my late wife's will.

When Jesse gets out of the water I realize he's wearing his boxers that are soaking wet now. The weight of the water pulls them down so I can see the top of his ass crack and when he turns I can see the very top fringes of his blond pubes. That's when it occurred to me – this kid just pointed out that he's legal age! It was time to make my move, but the kid was already running into the house.

The next day the kid is running around town and spending a ton of money on surfing gear. Oh, did I tell you he booked a private limo all the way home? He could've flown first class for a fraction of what that cost but he doesn't care. That mother of his never taught him any sense about money. Well, rich as the family is I guess they don't need to be sensible.

So two nights later when I see he's home I invite him out to the hot tub. He says he doesn't wanna go for a soak with me, gives some lame excuse. So I offer him some ________. Let's just say I offered him milk and cookies, ok? I figure he's legal age; he's old enough for milk and cookies. He perks up at that and he's following me down to the hot tub like an eager puppy. I immediately start stripping and he's a little more timid. When I'm bare ass naked I don't make any attempt to hide my rod or keep it at all soft. My dick is growing right in front of him and I'm letting it happen. He keeps on his boxers. I tell him to take them off so he can appreciate the feel of the water jets, but he doesn't want to. So the two of us get into the hot tub, me naked and him in his boxers.

I take out that milk and cookies that the kid was looking forward to (wink, wink) and we start passing it back and forth between us. Then I talk about how horny I get and how much I jerk off like I was still a schoolboy. I ask him how much he jerks off and he doesn't wanna tell me. He's getting all tense now. I tell him to relax. I lift myself up onto the rim of the hot tub and my dick is half way hard. I start to stroke it and look right at him. I ask him if he's ever jerked off with a buddy. I said something about how nice it is to have another hand on your dick and to make a buddy feel good.

Finally I just grabbed his hand and put it on my hard dick. I said something like, "C'mon, be nice to me. It's not gonna bite you," but he pulled away and jumped out of the hot tub like he's totally pissed off. When he's almost at the house he turns to me and yells all this crap about "I always knew you were a homo pervert. I always felt creepy when you looked at me. I'm gonna call mom's lawyer tomorrow to make sure you don't have any control over my money!" And then he disappeared into the house.

Well of course I had his mother's lawyer on the phone by 7:30 the next morning. I woke the boy at 9 o'clock to tell him we had an appointment at the lawyer's office and he had to be ready in half an hour. He looked pretty scruffy since he didn't have time to shower. He had put on a nice pair of khaki pants but he was wearing one of his summer short-sleeve shirts and a pair of sandals. His hair looked like it hadn't been combed all year, but that was the way Jesse liked it.

He was eager to get to the lawyer's office to tell the man all his complaints about me. So I started off sitting back and letting the boy ramble digging his own grave. He told the lawyer that I had come on to him. Did I try anything physical? No, not really. The boy explained I had been in the hot tub with him and talked about masturbation. Even the way the boy explained it that seemed like a reasonable thing for a stepdad to talk to his stepson about.

Then the boy made his most damning charges, that I got out of the tub showing off my hard penis, that I had put his hand on my erection and that I had given him drugs. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at the lawyer and made a remark about "well maybe my penis wasn't 100% soft when I got out of the hot tub." But then about the drug accusation I acted all outraged and offered to take a drug test on the spot. Of course the lawyer said that wouldn't be necessary. I could tell by the way this lawyer looked at Jesse that the boy had already lost his argument.

Now, do you remember the way you wrote my wife's will? She was ready to sign a will that said in case of her death I had complete control over her sons. But then her smart-ass lawyer started in about the temptation where large sums of money are involved and how he was certain I was a good man and would be a loving father but he objected to that provision because some unscrupulous stepfather might use it to enslave innocent boys and gain control of their inheritance. All this time he's smiling and apologizing to me for even bringing this up.

But you were sitting next to me and you remarked in the most casual way, "What if one of the boys acts in a completely irresponsible manner? Are you saying that the stepfather should have no way to do anything about that?" So you helped that other asshole lawyer work out the wording in about ten minutes. I brought a copy of it with me that day I took Jesse to the lawyer's office. It says that in case one of my stepsons acts in an irresponsible manner I had full authority to every parental right including enslavement. I remember the very last thing you added into that paragraph was 'including enslavement.' I could kiss you, man!

Jesse is still clueless at this point. Me and the lawyer take him right over to the courthouse and right into Judge Flemm's chambers. Yeah, you know Flemm. He's old and half blind and just rubber stamps whatever is put in front of him. Well, it would've been a slam-dunk win in front of any judge. The fact that my wife's lawyer, charged with the best interest of her sons took my side really made it an open and shut case.

The boy dropped out of school to pursue a life as a professional surfer – even though he hadn't even won any local competitions. He spends loads of money on renting a limo to come home and then spends thousands more in the surf shop by treating everyone in the store to anything they want. Then to top it off he makes wild accusations against his stepfather – and here the lawyer really turned up the stakes calling me a pillar of the community with an impeccable record for decent dealings in all things. It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing.

My oldest stepson is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. He's finally catching on that this is an enslavement proceeding. He demands to speak and since he's still a free boy they have to let him. But, just as I'd hoped, he only dug his hole deeper – justifying why he dropped out of school because school was pointless and reaffirming his accusations about me coming on to him sexually. The judge banged his gavel and said, "Enough." Then he declared Jesse enslaved.

Oh, it's such a cliche the way free boys like him act when they're enslaved. I mean, convicts or older guys – that's a whole different story. But you know the most delicious enslavements are when there's a boy from a privileged background who isn't prepared to be stripped and collared. The kid actually tried to bolt from the courtroom. You know the layout with the dock for the accused up a few steps. Where did he think he was going to go?

So he gets dragged back into position and two guards hold him while a third one wields the curved knife. Once again I see the boy in a pair of boxer shorts but this time they're cut down the side and fall to the floor. His arms are being held by the guards so he can't cover himself. His dick was soft but I could tell it had a nice thickness. But oh my when they turned him around – mmmmmm, that sweet round white ass! I was so hot for that ass when it belonged to my former stepson. Now that was the ass of my newest slave boy. And everyone knows what a gentleman slave owner does with a new slave boy's ass. Damn, my dick chubbed up in my pants.

Yeah, of course Jesse knew everything about handling slaves. In fact, I had even offered him a chance to fuck some of the younger and prettier slave boys back well before this incident. But he turned me down. He wouldn't even take a blowjob from a slave boy. He thought that was queer. He knew I liked to fuck slave boy ass and he made snide remarks about how he couldn't understand how men who are 'truly heterosexual' could do such things. Well, that boy had a lot to learn.

Well I followed Jesse down to the basement of the courthouse to watch the proceedings. Believe me, I know what goes on down there with those guards. It's really easy for a guard to 'slip,' accidentally fall on top of a cute, newly enslaved boy, and end up with his dick up the new slave's ass. Nobody was gonna steal my chance to be the first one up that sweet butt.

Also it was fun to watch him go through all the phases. He was whimpering with the tattooing and then he was protesting about the enemas. Of course they zapped him with the electric slave prod a few times and that got him quiet and docile. So at the end of the process his body was shaved, he had a slave number tattooed across his left collarbone and his right butt cheek and his handcuffs were attached to the rear handles on his slave collar. I had them trim his hair but leave it a bit shaggy. They didn't like doing that. They want everything standardized on every slave. But this wasn't just any slave.

I kept him naked. He was curled up in one of those small carrying cases and he stayed silent on the trip back to the estate. Damn, that boy had been sitting fully dressed in the passenger seat on his way to the courthouse. Now he was cargo in a cage without a stitch of clothing. But he stayed silent during the drive. You would've thought a boy in that position would have protested, but I think he was just too stunned by how fast everything happened.

But back at home when I got him uncrated in my bedroom he started pleading with me. He told me he'd learned his lesson and 'we can stop this game now.' But when he called me by my first name I zapped him with the electric slave prod. I think I had the setting too high that first time because he kind of blacked out for a bit. But I guess that showed him I wasn't playing a game. I reminded him to call me Sir or Master at all times.

Then I gave him a full slave examination, just as you'd do at an auction. I'm rubbing, then twisting his nipples until his eyes start to water. I weighed his balls and stroked his penis till it was hard. I kneaded the muscles on his sides and his shoulders and his thighs. And of course I ran my hand up and down his crack. I fingered his butthole. That was the point when he couldn't stay silent and he whimpered begging me, "Please, not there, sir." I smacked his rump for speaking out of turn.

I came right out and asked the boy how come he never let me see him naked. When I first became his stepdad about four-and-a-half years earlier, he would shower in front of me or change into a swimsuit. In fact he thought it was cool when his mom wasn't home and I let him go skinnydipping with me. But in recent years it was a big deal if I even saw him in his boxers. He didn't want to answer me but I gave him permission and told him I wouldn't punish him. He stammered out that he and his brother both thought I was gay. Actually he said 'a homo.' He said they both started to wonder whether I was 'perving' on them.

Looking right into Jesse's eyes I told him he got most of it right. I was in fact more homosexual than hetero. I was hottest for firm young athletic bodies with smooth skin. I had jerked off many times thinking about him. I had even thought about him when I was fucking some slave boy's ass. I couldn't resist. I whispered in his ear, "I know you're totally straight, Jesse. But I'm not. So how does it feel to be the naked sex slave for a homo perv?" His eyes got wet. I think he was working very hard not to cry in front of me.

I came right out and told him that the previous night I would have been satisfied with just a handjob – a friendly act between a dad and son. "Was that so much to ask for?" Of course he's all eager to give me that handjob once I said that. I told him that would be a good start. I uncuffed his hands from his collar so he was essentially free in my bedroom. As he looked around I warned him that he better not be thinking of trying to escape and he better not be thinking of doing anything unpleasant to me, his master. I reminded Jesse that the judge had sentenced him to five years enslavement, but had very wisely left the term of enslavement in my hands. I had the right to shorten Jesse's enslavement and I also had the right to extend it to lifetime servitude. That certainly gave the boy something to think about.

He was clumsy and nervous about undressing me. Apparently Jesse had no concept of how to fold any article of clothing. After all, the way he was raised he just dropped things on the floor and slaves took care of them. When he took down my pants he couldn't miss my boner sticking up at full mast. But I kept it inside my boxers. I decided to keep my boxers on.

Now this may seem kind of perverse. Here I had this gorgeous naked slave boy. But I knew there were some of the boy's old clothes behind the back wall of my dressing room. I sent Jesse in there to find a pair of his old underwear. No, not boxer shorts. Before he wore boxers he used to wear white briefs. Of course it's been a few years so the briefs he came back with were very tight on him. His thick dick was sticking up over the waistband and the top of his ass crack was also showing over the waistband. He suddenly seemed so young and so vulnerable.

I had him sit beside me on the couch, both of us in our underwear. When I turned to kiss his lips he pulled away. I smacked his face so hard it left a red handprint for a long moment. Then I kissed his lips softly. His face had a look of disgust on it. I slapped his face again. "Till you learn how to look happy about sex with me," I said with a little laugh.

Then I gave him a deep tongue kiss. My hands were all over him and I was grinding my hairy body against his smooth slim one. I took his hand and put it around my erect penis, which was sticking out of one leg of my boxer shorts. There was an instant where he seemed like he might pull his hand away. But then I felt him grip my erection and slide his fingers up and down.

Such a nice soft hand, of course I was oozing precum instantly. So I guided his fingers up to his own lips and made him lick them clean. The boy was working so hard to not show a disgusted face I found it simply adorable. He continued to be obedient. He wasn't hopping instantly to each command as you'd expect from a trained slave and his free boy attitude did peek through at times. But, hell, I had dreamed so long of having that face and body for sex, I wasn't quick to complain.

I took him to my bed and instructed him to call me 'Daddy.' I could tell he didn't like the idea. The whole time since I'd married his mother neither he nor his brother had ever called me Father or Daddy or Dad or anything like that. They had just used my first name.

Well, yeah, we are getting right into my long-held incest fantasies. Now I had a beautiful blond son with a great body and he was going to act like I was his father when he was in my bed. I can't think of much that's hotter than that.

You know I have a theatrical background. So when we got into bed I told him to pretend that he had come into daddy's bed because he didn't want to sleep alone with a thunderstorm outside. No, I don't know where I got that scenario from. Probably some silly porn story I read online. But he played along. "Daddy, can I sleep in your bed tonight. I don't like the thunder." Of course he was way too big and developed at 14 to play a role like this, but with his white briefs and his body hair shaved the fantasy sure worked for me.

So I told him that if he slept in bed with daddy he would have to be a very good boy and do everything daddy told him to do. (Oh, stop typing that – you're going to wear out the LOL keys!) So I started him off licking my hairy chest and sucking on my nipples, while I went along feeling him up, especially pushing down the back of those briefs. I couldn't keep my hands off that sweet round ass.

And then it was really strange how fantasy and reality can get mixed up. I'm not sure which of his reactions were part of our roleplay and which were authentic. When I got behind him and rubbed my dick along his crack, he started begging me, "No, daddy, not that, anything else." Then he blurted out that he would take it in his mouth if I just wouldn't put it in his ass.

I told the boy quite frankly that would only work if he did a really expert job with his mouth and made me cum. Well, this was his first time ever taking a cock in his mouth. Of course he couldn't do much of a job. He gagged once I got the first three inches [7½ cm] in – and you know I'm a helluvalot bigger than three inches! I'm sure I was much more tender with his mouth than I would've been with any other new slave boy. I'll tell you the honest truth: as lousy as his blowjob was, I was so aroused just looking down at his face and seeing those soft lips of his wrapped around my thick rod, I could've shot my load. But hell, I'm not gonna lose out on my first chance to take his ass.

So I ended up with the boy on his back, his feet up on my shoulders and me looking down into his eyes. He couldn't look back at me, he was weeping kinda softly. I kissed his tears away. He didn't want to let me kiss his mouth with tongue, but I slapped him and that loosened him up. Actually I told him that if he wanted me to be gentle with that first fuck he should be nice to me and kiss me and lick my chest. Yeah, whatever, truth is I was gonna fuck him hard because that's my style.

Oh man, I wish I had a camera for the look on his face that first time I slid my thick cock all the way into him. I'm so glad I fucked him missionary style so I could see his face. Yeah, I fucked him hard, but I could hardly hold off for five minutes. At least that first time. But then I stuck it in his mouth for a cleaning and before you knew it I had it back up his ass again. This second time I really fucked him for a long time.

I knew it would set the wrong precedent to let him sleep in my bed, so I chained him on the floor next to my bed. I woke him in the morning to drink my piss. He really put up a fight then and the floor was a mess. I strapped him across the horse for his first paddling. Then I released him so he could lick up the floor. He learned soon enough to thank his master for giving him the honor of a nice drink of man piss.

For the next week I just went crazy with sexing up that boy. He learned to do everything in every position. I'm proud of how fast he learned to suck my cock all the way down. I also started playing lots of scenes with him. Yes, there's my theatrical bent again. So I'd dress him up in his free boy clothes and have him come in and call me dad and tell me his girlfriend had left him real horny after their date. That was a nice one. We ended up just masturbating each other – no fucking, no sucking. No, I am not getting soft in my old age!

The favorite scene we played out a lot was where he came to dad for punishment. Instead of stripping his clothes off, I would leave his pants and underpants tangled around his ankles and his t-shirt pulled up to his armpits. Then I'd bend him over my lap for a barehanded spanking. Of course that led to a rough fucking. But the game we were playing was that he was my free boy son begging me not to put my dick in his ass. Yeah, I can't explain why that kind of scenario makes my dick so hard, but it does.

That's when my son Lem came home. OK, granted, Lem got my genes. When I was his age I was out of shape and my skin was bad. But I had treatments and plastic surgery and now I'm hunky in my middle years. I suppose I give Lem a hard time because I don't like people seeing that he's my son and wondering where he got his looks from. Sure, someday he'll start getting the blubber cut out and some surgery to make his face look better. But for now he's my cross to bear.

So I tell Lem I have a surprise for him. I make it clear that this belongs to daddy but that he may borrow it. Then I open his bedroom door and there's Jesse in slave kneel position, hands behind his neck and looking down at the floor. You wouldn't believe how fast Lem got his fly open. He asked me whether Jesse was trained to drink piss, but he was already peeing down the new slave's throat before I even had time to answer. And of course that pissing session turned into a facefucking session.

Lem started calling some of his friends from school right off. Yeah, he has friends at that school. I mean his friends aren't jocks or popular kids like Jesse's friends. They're mostly geeky boys, not very athletic. They have a club where they play this online game – they're wizards and giants and elfs and whatever. Well, Lem invited them over to sample the new slave for their game.

It turns out all of Lem's friends resented Jesse in the same way. Jesse always thought he was so cool and he always made fun of these geeky boys. I watched some of what went on with the group of five boys. Two of Lem's friends protested that they were straight, but the other boys said you didn't have to be queer to stick your pecker in a slave boy's mouth. As far as I could tell all of the boys at least sampled Jesse's mouth and most of them got up his ass as well. In between they were playing games to embarrass him and humiliate him. You know that Lem is interested in videography so he was recording a lot of it. Well, OK, yeah, I suppose you wouldn't know that Lem had gotten an interest in making videos. But he sure got a lot of footage of his buddies messing with Jesse.

Lem made a little movie of Jesse begging to worship his young master's body. Oh man that got me hot. Here's the beautiful blond with the incredible chest and cut abs begging to lick the sweat from my smelly fat son. Then this skinny boy whispers something to Lem and all those boys start whispering together. One boy steps away and goes "Eeeuuuu!" and makes a face like he's disgusted by what they're talking about. The skinny boy speaks up and says that his grandpa told him about how they used to humble a new slave. Well, I know what humbling a slave means. Apparently, Jesse also knew what it meant. He was begging and pleading and crying as they strapped him down naked in an x-shape. Then Lem pulled down his own pants and underwear and sat his fat ass down on that pretty blond boy's face. I didn't watch the tape beyond that because that sort of thing turns my stomach just a bit. Well, I may not want to look at it, but I sure did like the idea that my high-and-mighty stepson had been brought down so low.

I must say that after that day Jesse became a much more obedient slave. He really snapped to it no matter what my command was. Apparently my son can be even nastier to a slave than I can – well at least to this one particular slave. But, that's the odd thing, once Jesse became so quick to obey, once he had been so broken, I started to lose interest. Well of course I could still get erect just looking at him: he's a beautiful boy with an incredible body. But I wasn't so interested in spending a long time playing with him. I was surprised how quickly me and Lem had managed to break Jesse's free boy spirit.

One thing I did enjoy – Lem started making movies of the little scenes I played out with Jesse. Turns out Jesse is a good actor. Well, mostly he was playing himself – his old free boy self – but those scenes were hot. I set up a really special scene for a movie me and Lem planned out. I even removed Jesse's slave collar and Lem put some make up over Lem's slave tattoo. I dressed the boy in his boxers and his snazziest new clothes and we played a scene as if he was just coming in from a date.

Well, Jesse played his part real convincingly. He sat beside me and told me how much he wanted me and how much he wanted sex with me, all the time calling me dad. I played along and we kissed and caressed and undressed each other. He eagerly went down and slurped on my cock telling me how he now knew he was queer and what he needed was his dad's thick cock. And then he's begging for me to put my cock up his ass. I have some dialogue where I say I can't help myself because he's so beautiful, but that I know it's wrong for a dad to do this to his son. That was Jesse's cue to start begging me to make him a slave. I keep protesting, saying things like "if you're a slave you'd also have to service Lem and you'd have to take the dicks of any of my friends." He replies perfectly with the dialogue I gave him and tells me that he knows now he's hot for cock and he was meant to take care of men's big hairy dicks, and that the only way he could be happy was serving as a sex slave for men.

So that's the video that I've sent you. Nobody is going to give me acting awards, but I think it comes across realistic. Yes I have a copy here on the same computer I've been using to Instant Messenger you, right from the car. I did all the editing on this very computer. Yes, I know people have been doing that for a couple of generations now, but I just mean it's an accomplishment for me.

We're more than half way there now. Oh, I didn't tell you. The driver is taking me to Arizona to pick up Jesse's younger brother Robbie from school. I was wondering how I'd go about telling the lad what happened with his older brother and I decided showing him this video would be the easiest way. I don't know how Robbie will react. It is a very erotic video after all and I plan on showing it to him while we're on the highway. I'll probably need to masturbate right here in the car while we're watching it.

No I'm not heading home right away. I'm taking Robbie on a side trip to Las Vegas; I'm looking at purchasing some land around there. What's that? Yes, of course I'm aware of the news about Las Vegas lowering their age of consent down to 12. Well, yes as a matter of fact I do believe the Robbie just had his birthday and turned 12.

No, I didn't leave Jesse with Lem. I can't trust Lem with that valuable piece of slave flesh. I'm glad I managed to stop my stupid fat son before he got further than two lashes on Jesse's upper thighs with a thin bamboo cane. Keep in mind, Jesse could bring in a lot of money if I put him up for auction. I don't want his value lowered. Well, no, I have no plans to sell Jesse right now, but one has to plan for the future. And yes of course I know that a five-year indenture doesn't bring in all that much. I've already completed the paperwork to have Jesse made a lifetime slave.

I left Jesse with my father. That gentlemen's club he belongs to likes to have a cute boy chained in the locker room to help with showers and such. As I understand it you have to be at least 55 to even qualify for membership in the club. Oh, don't think Jesse's gonna have such an easy time of it. My dad takes one of those new pills and he can fuck for hours like he's a twenty-year-old. Funny thing, it turns out a lot of the men who belong to the club are the grandfathers of the boys Jesse knew from school. In fact, the new club president is the grandfather of that skinny friend of Lem's, the boy who was so interested in humbling a slave. My father tells me the club president is especially keen on Jesse and has already made a generous offer if I decide to sell.

No I've never spent much time in Las Vegas but I know plenty of people there. Our old pal from school, Slinky, is well established there. In fact he's head of the Las Vegas office of my former wife's law firm. So he would be the person who'd need to sign off on anything relating to my younger stepson while I'm in Las Vegas. Of course I'll be bringing Robbie over to meet Slinky. I know Slinky's tastes. He was a leading force in getting the age of enslavement as low as it is now in Las Vegas. I sent him a picture of Robbie and he sent back the crudest comment – something about wanting to see the boy stripped for the auction block. How silly, I have no intention to auction off Robbie. At least not anytime soon. First, I'll be looking forward to getting those two brothers reunited. Oh? You'd pay good money to see that? Well maybe I can have Lem make a video.

The End