GYM SLAVE

Jasper Cooper
jax.cooper@yahoo.com

(Concept and characters by Andy Robson. I do not claim any ownership. This is a fan-written story that takes place outside the established canon. For private consumption only – please do not circulate or publish.)

There’s No Place like Home

It didn’t take a genius to know that Adam had been greatly looking forward to Christmas break. After the nonstop torments he had suffered at college, three full weeks at home were a very welcome escape indeed. No doubt he anticipated that he could put the horrors of the term behind him and revert to his cocky, womanizing former persona - at least until he had to return to Thayford and resume the role of Gym Slave in the new year. Perhaps he even harboured a delusion that he might somehow find a permanent way out of his predicament; that his masters might choose to focus on the new additions to our pool of slaves.

Of course, Adam was quite, quite wrong. Unbeknownst to him, I had spent the last couple of weeks working out the finer details of his holiday regime with his younger brother, Chaz, and their father’s employee, Craig. It was incredible what these ‘straight’ lads came up with to degrade Adam - some of their more extreme ideas would have made the most perverted poof blush! 

We had resolved to keep the arrangement to ourselves and make it appear as though Chaz and Craig had independently learned of Adam’s slavery and come up with wholly separate schemes to humiliate him further. That way, we could really fuck with the slave’s mind. He would live in constant fear that any acquaintance of his, or a random stranger, might inadvertently stumble across evidence of his college debauchery and decide to exploit that knowledge.

As if to lay the groundwork for this theory, Adam’s first ordeal out of term-time occurred not upon his arrival at home, but on the train journey itself. Amazingly, I hadn’t arranged for it to happen! It was pure coincidence - and sheer bad luck on the slave’s part - that one of our website’s subscribers was on the same train and recognized Adam as the Gym Slave. (It was flukes like these that made me wonder if the universe itself was working against Adam.)

The subscriber, a gentleman by the name of George, had been kind enough to post an account of the encounter, replete with video, to the website.

He’d approached Adam as soon as the train left Thayford station and addressed him as “Gym Slave”. He said that Adam had turned pale before claiming that he didn’t know what George was talking about. George had anticipated this lie and asked him if his name wasn’t Adam Lomas from Thayford College, and followed up this identification by showing Adam an image on his phone. It was of a naked Adam, sweaty and liberally covered in cum, getting pounded at both ends. (I knew it well for I had selected it as the wallpaper for the home page of our website.) The dismayed slave realized there was no denying such graphic evidence.

“The toilet in two minutes,” George told him. No explicit threat was needed; the slave knew what he had to lose. He turned up on time.

George had taken his phone out again and set it to record as Adam undressed. The way the camera panned lovingly over the slave’s fine physique jarred with George’s sneers about Adam’s lack of body hair and the phrase ‘FIRST CLASS COCK SUCKER’ marked in henna on his bare chest. I’m sure these comments went a long way towards achieving that lovely expression of sheer humiliation on Adam’s face as he displayed every inch of his nude body for inspection.

The camerawork became a little shaky as George decided to get hands-on with the equipment (Adam’s physique, not the camera). He ran his hands all over the helpless lad, groping his pecs, twisting his nipples, slapping his abs and yanking his cock. Adam bore this molestation with fortitude. It was only when George had him bend over so he could roughly finger his hole that Adam let out a squeal. He might have been repeatedly fucked earlier that morning, but his arse still retained its near-miraculous elasticity and three fingers unceremoniously plunged into it could not have been too comfortable. George kept up the brutal fingering for a good ten minutes while Adam whimpered, before pulling out and making Adam suck his fingers clean of his own arse juices.

Then he said, “I think it’s time we found out whether you live up to the writing on your chest. Suck my cock, slave.” 

After the finger-fuck, Adam looked almost relieved to assume the now-familiar position on his knees, taking George’s engorged member into his mouth and slurping on it with gusto. I’m sure that exhaustion and terror of discovery were behind Adam’s clear intent to get the older man off quickly, but George didn’t appreciate those excuses any more than I would have. After all, it’s not every day that you get a fit teenage stud to service you and George wanted the experience to last. He had Adam alternate between sucking his cock and licking his balls, and even made him crawl around to his rear to give him a rim-job, too.

While Adam was otherwise occupied, George rifled through the slave’s trousers for his phone and found that Adam had been in the midst of texting a girl back home for a fling. Evidently the slave hoped that having sex with a female (and not a monstrously obese older woman this time) would make him feel like a real man again. George kindly finished typing the text for him and sent it, with Adam none the wiser that he had a ‘date’ that evening. 

George snapped his fingers suddenly and Adam, whose face had been buried in George’s arse giving it what sounded like a spectacular tonguing, scrambled back to his front. George was ready to shoot. Adam didn’t catch the first two spurts in his mouth - they landed on his face instead - but he did manage to swallow what followed. Then he carefully licked George’s cock clean and sat on his haunches, expecting his next command. I must say that the sight of Adam’s handsome face spattered with another man’s seed never fails to turn me on.

“You really are something else,” George sighed in satisfaction. Adam began to look hopeful that he might be dismissed for a job well done, but George wasn’t finished with him just yet.

“You still deserve punishment for lying to me earlier,” he added. He still had Adam’s trousers in his grasp and, before Adam could react, he shoved them through the toilet’s tiny window out of the moving train!

“NO!” howled Adam, but it was too late. He leapt to his feet and lunged at the window as if he had the slightest chance of retrieving his trousers which were probably laying a good half-mile behind on the railway track by now. The futile gesture did, however, afford his audience the sight of his jiggling buns.

By the time the despairing Adam turned around, George had beaten a hasty retreat, taking with him the roll of toilet paper. He didn’t want to leave Adam anything with which he could cover up besides his t-shirt. He predicted that this would put Adam in a quandary since the slave could either wrap the t-shirt around his waist to protect his modesty or wear it to hide the writing on his chest, but not both. Either way, he would end up humiliating himself in front of the other passengers. It was genius.

But that wasn’t the only trick George had up his sleeve. He knew that Adam might opt to wait it out in the toilet until most of the passengers disembarked to spare himself the worst of the blushes and George wasn’t about to tolerate that. Earlier in the journey, he’d noticed a young ticket inspector making his rounds on the train, and now he sought him out to alert him about the suspicious-acting lad who was holed up in the toilet for the last half-hour. 

Needless to say, the ticket inspector took the notification from a respectable older gentleman seriously and immediately knocked on the door of the toilet, demanding that Adam come out at once. As Adam failed to respond, he started to hammer on the door more forcefully. This attracted the attention of the other passengers and many stared in the direction of the commotion.

George had returned to his seat and pretended to read something off his phone, when in fact he had set it to record again. 

Adam emerged suddenly from the toilet, taking the inspector by surprise. He’d opted to wear the t-shirt and hold his hands in front of his crotch, leaving his muscular arse fully exposed. He raced down the aisle, likely hoping to grab his jacket from his seat and use it to cover up. He hadn’t counted on George, who casually stuck his leg out into the aisle and tripped the slave up, sending him flying.

There were gasps and giggles from the passengers as Adam lay winded on the floor. I could hear the clicks of other camera phones as several passengers tried to get their own memento of the half-naked teenager. It took Adam a couple of moments to struggle back to his feet, which gave the ticket inspector ample time to catch up with him.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he demanded to know.

Adam mumbled a weak response about a prank that had gotten out of hand. He gazed longingly towards his seat with his jacket on it, but the inspector wasn’t about to let him go so easily.

“Outraging public decency is an offense,” stated the inspector, although that didn’t seem to stop him from prolonging Adam’s exposure.  “I don’t suppose you have a ticket either?”

Adam didn’t, because his ticket had been in the pocket of his trousers. It must have dawned on him how thoroughly he’d been set up by George.

“I didn’t think so. You’ll have to come with me,” the inspector said firmly. Adam was forced to follow behind him. As he passed George’s seat, the older man discreetly pressed Adam’s phone into his hand with a sticky note on it which read, ‘Get photos.’

Adam shot him a glare before the inspector insisted he keep moving. With zero concern for Adam’s modesty or the purported sense of public decency, the slave was marched towards the front of the train. More tittering could be heard before the video ended as Adam disappeared from George’s line of sight.

I don’t know how Adam managed to convince the train staff not to report him to the British Transport Police. Well, obviously I knew what he’d done, just not what he’d said. It must have been one hell of a sales pitch because the photos (which were automatically uploaded to the cloud, from where Jimmy transferred them to the website) showed him pleasuring not just the ticket inspector but another two men as well. 

In the photos, Adam was totally naked again as each of the three men took turns at trying out both his orifices. Adam was probably grateful for the fingering George had given him because from the pained expression on his face, it didn’t seem like his latest tormentors had bothered to prepare him before shoving it in. The ticket inspector went further by having Adam eat him out, too. Presumably he felt he was owed the extra service for being the one to detain Adam. I leaned forward when I saw the intriguing close-ups of the ticket inspector’s taut belly, meaty cock and tight hole while he was being rimmed by Adam.

George’s video clip had already established that the young, blond ticket inspector was quite the cutie. I wondered how he might respond if we were to tell him that Adam was threatening to approach the authorities accusing him of rape, proffering these photos as evidence. I decided to look up George’s email address from the website and drop him a note about this opportunity. If his little scheme on the train was any indication, I was certain he could bend the ticket inspector to his will without much difficulty.

The last photos showed a circle jerk as the three railway staff wanked over a kneeling Adam and showered him with their spunk. They mopped up the mess with Adam’s t-shirt and tossed him the few belongings which they’d retrieved from his seat. Adam didn’t have a change of clothes since he was heading home where a full wardrobe awaited him, so the only additional item of clothing that he received was his jacket before being kicked off the train at his station. 

There was one more video to complete the chronology of Adam’s railway ordeal, but it only came in later because it had been shot by a stranger and put on a video-streaming site with the title “Naked man at Claybridge station”. One of our subscribers stumbled across the clip and shared it on our website. The clip showed Adam exiting the train, wearing his cum-stained t-shirt and jacket wrapped around his waist. He tried to set off at a run but was soon forced to slow down by the frost on the pavement. The people Adam passed either laughed in disbelief or chastised him for being a pervert. 

Sometime later Adam arrived at his home. Since his parents had left on their cruise, it was only his younger brother who was in. Given his state of undress, Adam tried to sneak into the house without alerting Chaz, but this subterfuge was destined to fail since Chaz had naturally been keeping an eye out for his brother’s arrival. 

I had sent Jimmy Douglas, our resident tech wizard, around to the Lomas home on Saturday to help Chaz set up covert surveillance cameras throughout the house so that our website subscribers could watch the ‘family drama’ unfold in real time. One of these cameras was located in the entryway of the house, facing its front door. As Adam fumbled with the keys on the other side of the door, we saw the back of a shirtless teenage lad in sweatpants bound down the stairs and yank the door wide open. 

For a split second, I thought I was looking at Adam. Then I realized it was Chaz. From the back, the brothers looked amazingly alike, except that Adam was a little taller with broader shoulders.

I had previously only seen a younger Chaz in the old family photo that Adam had in his room. That boy had been spotty and scrawny. The young man I saw now, though ... puberty and exercise had certainly been kind to Charles Lomas. He was not quite as muscular as his brother, but then Adam’s level of fitness was truly superlative (and I say this as a physical wellness expert), plus you have to remember that Chaz was younger by a couple of years. He might get there yet.

Chaz guffawed as he took in the sight of the startled and mortified Adam on the doorstep.

“Ch-Chaz,” stammered the slave. “I can explain.” No doubt he intended to fall back on the usual “prank gone wrong” excuse, but Chaz didn’t give him the chance.

I couldn’t see Chaz’s face, but the broad grin he must have been sporting was evident in his tone of voice as he spoke the immortal words: “Suck my cock, gym slave.”

All the colour drained from Adam’s face.

“W-what did you say?” he stammered, as if he couldn’t bring himself to believe what his ears told him.

“You heard me, slave. Suck. My. Cock,” repeated Chaz.

“T-there’s some m-mistake. I’m not -"

“Save it,” snapped Chaz. “I know just what you are. Whore!” he spat.

The look of horror on Adam’s face was priceless. He didn’t know to what extent his brother was aware of his activities, nor did he want to reveal too much.

“Chaz, I don’t know what you think you know-“

“Oh, I know enough,” replied Chaz. “I saw the Mystery Exhibitionist Workout Show. I know that you’ll do anything I ask, if you don’t want Mum and Dad to find out what their precious firstborn has been up to at college.”

“You can’t tell them!” begged Adam.

“Then what are you waiting for?” retorted Chaz. “I gave you an order, and I expect you to obey.”

I’d like to believe it was testament to the conditioning to which we’d subjected Adam at college that made him fold so easily. But it’s more likely he was in too much shock to counter his brother’s demands. He certainly looked ready to faint. 

His runt of a brother, a kid he’d pushed around and routinely dissed, had completely turned the tables on him. He’d made it clear that Adam either complied with his commands or their parents would learn that their elder son was a cocksucker who was being whored out to his entire college. 

Adam had to know just how ruinous the revelation would be to his relationship with his father in particular. I had engineered it such that Jeremy Lomas would almost certainly be led to the conclusion that Adam had intentionally seduced him and then basked in the praise he’d elicited from his father for ‘Cocksucker No. 1’.

All these thoughts must have raced through Adam’s mind before he mutely dropped to his knees, right there in the entryway of the family home. He had made his decision: he would be his brother’s bitch. 

He reached for the drawstring of Chaz’s sweatpants, but the younger teen stopped him. “Hang on, you stupid wanker. You’re not blowing me until you’re naked. In fact, you won’t wear clothes at any time while you’re here for the holidays.”

I didn’t have to see Adam’s face to know he would be utterly dismayed by the promise of constant nudity. He would have imagined that he’d left that behind when he left the college. I couldn’t wait to see his face when he reported to work at his dad’s company on Monday, only to discover the same treatment awaited him there. Craig and I had cooked up an exciting programme for Adam’s continuous slavery.

While Adam pulled off his clothes, Chaz went to close the front door. When he came back, he stood with his side to the camera, so that it could capture the blowjob in profile and leave no doubt that Adam was sucking his dick.

Now naked, Adam trudged forward on his knees and helped Chaz out of his sweatpants, affording the audience on the other side of the camera a view of both brothers fully nude. This gave us the first surprise of the day. Chaz might have possessed smaller muscles than Adam, but in one department he far exceeded his older brother; his cock could have rivalled Mackey’s (although not Horse’s).

From the look on Adam’s face, his brother’s larger appendage came as a revelation to him, too. Chaz looked just a tad smug and proud of himself. It was an expression that was very familiar to regulars at the Thayford College gym. We’d seen it all too often on Adam’s face whenever he put down the less fit. The seed had been planted when I first discovered Chaz was a younger, almost-as-hunky facsimile of Adam, but now my mind began to actively work on ways to induct the junior Lomas to the gym’s stable of slaves. I suspected that it would be rather easy, since Chaz in his desire for revenge had put himself in a vulnerable position not unlike his brother. 

My plans were spurred on by a second surprise: in another deviation from his older brother, Chaz sported a light sprinkling of fur on his chest. Adam had never been hairy even before we subjected him to depilation, so the denuding of his body hair had been less impactful than it could have been. For Chaz, I suspected it would be more potent. My fingers itched to take hot wax to the teenager’s chest. A little pain would go beautifully with emasculation for a boy on the threshold of adulthood.
I returned my attention to the video feed, where Adam was making a last-ditch plea to Chaz.
 
“Please, Chaz, you don’t really want to do this. We’re brothers!”

This appeal to their fraternal bond didn’t sway Chaz in the slightest. “Now you want to play the sibling card? Too late, bro.” The last word virtually dripped with derision. “Our relationship is one of master and slave. Maybe you’ll remember that if you call me Master from now on. And don’t keep me waiting any longer for that blowjob, because I’d hate to disturb Dad on his cruise to tell him about his faggot son.”

With a sob, Adam wrapped his lips around Chaz’s cock and began to suck. Watching his technique, I knew he could do a lot better - after all, he’d blown Horse’s monster cock- but here he was barely even swallowing half of Chaz’s length. Either Adam was skeeved out by the incestuous connotations of what he was doing, or his throat was still sore from last night’s activities, or he purposely wanted to do a poor job to discourage Chaz from ordering a reprise. The truth was probably a combination of all three.

Unfortunately for him, Chaz had no intention of letting him get away with a lacklustre blowjob. He grabbed his brother’s head by the hair and shoved the full length of his cock down his throat. I saw Adam digging his fingers into Chaz’s bum helplessly as he choked on his mouthful of cock; I fancy that his face was actually turning purple. Unconcerned, Chaz continued his vicious face-fuck of his brother until he blew his wad. (I was reinforced in my belief that I had done the young ladies of the Lomases’ hometown a favour by converting Adam into a cocksucker. Between his philandering and his brother’s violent tendencies, they could not have enjoyed either lad’s sexual attentions.)

Once Chaz released his grip on Adam’s head, the older lad fell backwards onto the carpeted floor, coughing and sputtering. 

“You nearly choked me to death!” Adam accused in a raspy voice.

Chaz rolled his eyes. “I didn’t realize you were such a pussy. So what else do you do?” His affectation of innocence at the full extent of his brother’s homosexual foibles was fairly convincing. 

Adam, whose throat must have been on fire, seized what he thought was his chance to avoid further sexual torments by Chaz. If the younger lad didn’t know all the horrible things Adam had been forced to do at college, maybe he would not try to emulate them.

“Chaz,” he began before he caught himself. “Master, I swear I’m not a faggot.”

Chaz cocked his eyebrows in sarcastic disbelief. (I had another instance of déjà vu; the resemblance to his older brother was uncanny.) “So you don’t get bummed or lick arse or any of that shit?”

Adam shook his head vigorously. Watching the video feed, Jimmy and I were shaking our heads, too. The slave was just begging to be punished. You’d think he would have learned something right after being left near-naked on a train full of people for the last lie he’d told.

Chaz’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Get up and turn around,” he said simply.

Adam’s face fell as he realized that Chaz intended to physically verify his claim. It wasn’t a test he had the slightest hope of passing, not after the serial rapes he’d experienced. He tried to backtrack, fearful of his brother’s rage at being lied to, but Chaz just cut him off by repeating his instructions.

There was near-total silence as Adam spread his arse for Chaz’s inspection. I couldn’t see his face because he now had his back to the camera, but even his shoulders turned pink from the shame of exposing his well-used hole to his kid brother.

“So this is what a straight guy’s arse looks like,” taunted Chaz.

Jimmy used the camera’s remote zoom feature so we could see what Chaz was seeing. Adam’s arse was looking distinctly ‘used’, his ring puffy and swollen. I almost felt sorry for the slave – “almost” being the operative word. If Chaz and Craig both went through with their depraved plans for Adam, I predicted that the slave’s hole would soon be looking rather worse for wear.

“Master, I can explain!” Adam pleaded desperately.

“Sure you can.” Chaz unceremoniously rammed three fingers into Adam’s hole, triggering a shriek from Adam which I suspect was more in despair than in any real pain.

“Explain to me,” continued Chaz, plunging his fingers (all four of them now) in and out of Adam’s hole at a clip, “how a slave gets his arse fucked. Does he take it doggy-style, or lying on his back with his legs in the air, or does he ride his master’s cock?”

Adam sobbed, “All three.”

“Jesus, what a fucking whore!” exclaimed Chaz. I suspect he was amused by his own acting because I could hear the suppressed laughter in his voice. Adam, however, didn’t seem to pick up on it. He was possibly distracted because Chaz was using his free hand to slap Adam’s arse cheeks in turn, turning them a dusky pink, without letting up on his relentless fingering of Adam’s hole.

“What else do you do?”

Adam must have feared Chaz’s punishment if he later found out something Adam had failed to disclose, for he poured out the impressive litany of sex acts in his repertoire. 

Chaz let out a long whistle when Adam paused for breath. “Fuck me. I never dreamed one bloke could do all that. Certainly not in such a short time! You really take whoring to a new level, you know that?”

The crimson tinge to Adam’s back belied that he was acutely aware of just how much of a slut he’d been turned into.

“Well then, I guess there’s a lot more we could do over the break, huh?” mused Chaz. “Three weeks of brotherly bonding. That’s what Mum and Dad hope we’ll be doing while they’re away. We’ll certainly be bonding alright - just not in the way they expect, haha!”

Adam’s shoulders visibly slumped. A vision of the next three weeks at his brother’s mercy was probably starting to take shape in his mind, and it could not have been pretty.

“Right, now we’ve established you can do lot more than take my fingers, why don’t you demonstrate some of that other stuff? Let’s start with that rimming shit. It sounds positively sick.”

For this next act, Chaz led Adam into the living room, which was also fitted with hidden cameras. To ensure viewers of the video feed could see all the action, Chaz parked himself on the couch directly opposite a camera and directed a discreet wink at it. Cheeky little sod. I was definitely going to enjoy breaking him in.

If I hadn’t already resolved to enslave Chaz, what he did next certainly sealed his fate. Spreading his legs for Adam to gain access to his hole, he unintentionally gave the camera a bird’s eye view of that virginal orifice. My hand flew to the zoom control before Jimmy could even move. The tight, pink pucker with its smattering of curly, dark hair was a sight to behold. I was literally salivating at the prospect of deflowering the younger brother as I had the older one.

Meanwhile, Adam applied himself to the task of rimming his kid brother. Whatever qualms he must have felt about performing this debasing act in front of the many family photos clearly visible behind the couch, they were overridden by his unwillingness to repeat the skull-fuck experience. This time around, he was vigorous and thorough in his oral ministrations. The sounds of his slurping and Chaz’s moans soon filled the room and filtered through the camera’s audio receiver.

When Adam’s tongue first made contact with Chaz’s sphincter, the younger lad’s eyes widened with startled delight. He had presumably only asked to be rimmed because it would degrade Adam, and not because he expected to derive any pleasure from the act. Straight lads, I had found, were woefully uninformed on the joys of a good rimming. And boy could Adam give a good rim-job. He had been instructed by the best!

Chaz appreciated the results of my training so much that he kept Adam at it for almost a full hour. At any sign that Adam was flagging, he would mash the slave’s face into his arse. According to the timestamp on the video feed, Adam saw, smelt, felt and tasted nothing but his brother’s arse for 53 minutes. Well, with one exception.

Halfway through the rim-job, Adam begged to be excused for a few seconds so he could nip into the kitchen for a drink of water. His throat, he claimed, was as dry as sandpaper. Given my knowledge of what he had endured over the preceding 24 hours, I believed him. Expending his saliva to lick Chaz’s arse could not have helped matters.

Chaz was clearly annoyed at this pause in the highly enjoyable rim-job. Then he thought of a way to use the situation to his advantage. 

“If it’s a drink you need, you won’t have to go to the kitchen for it,” he announced. “Wrap your lips around my cock, slave.”

Adam must have cottoned on to what was coming, because he started to protest. In spite of all the indignities heaped upon him at Thayford College, he had yet to be used as a urinal. There had just been so much going on with three slaves and their barrage of patrons that I had somehow missed that out. Chaz was about to remedy my oversight.

He swiftly brooked Adam’s protestations by reminding him, in no uncertain terms, of the consequences for non-compliance. “And don’t you dare spill any on Mum’s carpet,” he added for good measure. Jimmy and I both found this caveat comical, but I doubt Adam concurred.

Nevertheless, he was sufficiently cowed by his little brother’s newfound authority that he engulfed the not-so-little cock in his mouth to receive the thirst-quenching fluid straight from the ‘tap’. I saw Adam’s cheeks and throat working frantically to down what seemed to be an enormous quantity of urine. I suspected Chaz had been waiting for just such an opportunity to present itself. He was probably proud of his accomplishment, turning his bully of a brother into a receptacle for both his cum and piss within the span of an hour.

Credit where it’s due, Adam managed to swallow all of Chaz’s piss without spilling a drop. Chaz seemed moderately disappointed that he wouldn’t get the chance to punish Adam for failure in this task, but was promptly cheered when Adam resumed his tonguing of Chaz’s arse. (The second glimpse we got of his virgin rosebud, now slick with spit, gave both me and Jimmy hard-ons.)

Chaz’s cock grew progressively stiffer over the hour as Adam’s tongue worked its magic, until there was a steady stream of precum was leaking onto Adam’s hair. He was in desperate need of release and keen to unload in his brother’s arse. So he reluctantly terminated the rim-job and proceeded to the next order of the day.

Changing his position on the couch so that he lay horizontally across it, he had Adam squat over his erect cock and impale himself on it. I had prescribed this position to Chaz because it had the dual benefits of making Adam feel that he was inflicting his own violation and giving the rest of us a splendid show as his spectacular body worked to propel him up and down Chaz’s ample cock.

I was certainly not disappointed by the ensuing display. Adam’s distinct lack of body fat meant that we were visually treated to the flexing and tensing of his muscular thighs and calves as he rode his brother’s cock. Despite his extensive buggering, Adam was still capable of feeling the effects of this latest fuck, if his profuse sweating and occasional squeals of agony were anything to go by. 

For his part, Chaz thrust his hips upward to ensure that the hapless slave boy was fully penetrated on every downward motion. He was as violent in arse-fucking as he was in face-fucking. He twisted and tugged on Adam’s nipples, which were starting to become seriously puffy. Chaz was obviously getting a head-start on his stated desire to transform Adam’s nipples into tits.

Exhibiting surprising self-control for a teenage boy, Chaz kept the fuck going for more than half an hour before he climaxed. Jimmy unhappily handed me a ten-quid note. We had wagered on which brother would come first. Since Adam’s own dripping erection had been thwacking against Chaz’s hard belly and he had not cum yet unlike his brother, Jimmy had unwisely put his money on Adam.

Chaz gave Adam’s boner a painful flick. “You’re lucky you didn’t wind up making a mess on me, but you’re still going to give me a tongue-bath.” He carefully removed the full condom from his cock and emptied it on Adam’s tongue “in case you’re still thirsty”.

Then he lay back, arms behind his head, and had Adam lick every inch of his sweaty body. I was pleased to see further confirmation that Adam’s capacity for shame was undiminished when he had to slurp the sweat from Chaz’s pit hair.

As he suckled on his brother’s toes, Chaz expounded on the house rules for Adam’s Christmas break.
“We’ve already established that you should be naked at all times in the house. I reserve the right to make you strip outside the house too, no matter how public the setting.”

Adam began to look worried. The concept of house rules must have served as a discomfiting reminder of my house rules at the Thayford College gym. Chaz’s subsequent rules did nothing to dispel his foreboding.

“Second, you will continue whatever practices your masters at college expect of you. You will put me in touch with them so that I can understand exactly what your commitments are, besides the morning workout show which I already know about.”

Chaz and I had come up with this rule to mislead Adam into believing that his brother had stumbled across his webcam show purely by accident and had no contact whatsoever with Adam’s masters at Thayford.

So far it seemed to be working. Adam had accepted the rules without contest. That changed once Chaz revealed the third rule.

“Third, you will accept anyone I introduce as your masters and obey them as you do me.”

Adam’s head jerked up from polishing Chaz’s balls with his tongue. “Anyone?! You can’t do that!”

“Can’t?” repeated Chaz dangerously.

Adam cowered but this rule had such far-reaching implications that he couldn’t simply accept it without a fight. “Most of the people you know, I know, too! If you make them my masters, then they’ll find out that I’m a, a ...” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Yes, the shame was still strong in this one.

“Cocksucker?” Chaz offered coolly. “Let me put it this way, slave. Who would you rather have find out about you: a couple of my mates, or Mum and Dad?”

“Oh God,” groaned Adam. Chaz’s friends had also been on the receiving end of his bullying, so they had no more love for him than his brother. He shuddered to contemplate what new ordeals he might have to suffer were they given absolute control over him. But eventually his desire to stay ‘closeted’ from his parents won out. And perhaps he hoped that Chaz wouldn’t exercise this rule too often. It wouldn’t reflect well on him to have a faggot for an older brother, much less one whom he was using sexually. (I can state authoritatively that, if Adam did harbour such a hope, it was a futile one.)

“Okay,” Adam conceded. “Fine.”

“I wasn’t asking your permission, bitch,” snapped Chaz. “Fourth, you are not to cum without the express permission of one of your masters. You’re not to wear any underwear either, so if you can’t control your dick, you’ll be embarrassing yourself in public.

“Fifth,” he began. I saw Adam close his eyes in frustration. As if the first four rules weren’t enough to turn his home life into a living hell!

“The entire time you are home for the holidays, save for a few hours of sleep each night, is to be spent doing something sexual in nature.”

Adam’s eyes flew open. “I have to work in Dad’s office Mondays to Fridays,” he pointed out.

“We’ll come up with something so that Dad’s workers will remain in the dark.” Chaz masterfully hid his knowledge that, even without his intervention, Adam’s slavery was bound to continue at the office courtesy of Craig.

“Sixth, I’ll get you some ‘toys’ to keep you company for when I’m not around. We’ll do that after lunch.” Chaz reached out to tweak Adam’s nipples. The swollen aureoles must have been highly sensitive because he winced.  

“Aw, do your little titties hurt? Poor baby,” sneered Chaz. “You’d better get used to it, because they’re gonna hurt a lot more by the time I’m through with them!” he promised.

“Well, that’s all the rules for now. Fuck off upstairs and get some rest now; you look dead on your feet, and I won’t have you slacking off once my mates get here.” 

Adam didn’t need to be told twice. He scarpered off and the video feed from his bedroom showed him collapse on the bed, weeping. He must have felt like he’d leapt from the frying pan into the fire. His hopes for the holiday had gone up in smoke as his own brother vowed to torture and humiliate him sexually. Despite the emotional devastation, Adam’s exhaustion eventually won out and it was not long before he was out for the count. 

Chaz let him sleep until nearly two in the afternoon; he hadn’t wanted to grant Adam such leniency until I pointed out that a physically drained slave would not make for much fun. 

Shortly before two o’clock Chaz’s mates arrived. He had consulted me on introducing his circle of friends to Adam’s slavery. I had advised him to choose a mate with a pre-existing grudge against Adam and few reservations about using another male sexually. Chaz immediately thought of Rees and Ryan Ashton.
The Ashton twins despised Adam who had regularly bullied them in school. His frequent target was their auburn hair; I understood he had initiated the local version of “Kick A Ginger Day” at their school. Yes, Rees and Ryan certainly had a bone to pick with our gym slave. 
Moreover, being twins, I suspected they would have experimented sexually with each other and thus be less likely to raise an eyebrow at Chaz’s enslavement of his own brother. I didn’t need to think twice about approving them as the latest recruits to the ranks of Adam’s masters. (And no, hunting down their social media profiles and discovering a plethora of pictures of the identical twins with their pale, freckled skin and copper hair had nothing to do with my sign-off. Nothing at all.)
Rees and Ryan hadn’t quite believed Chaz when he told them about enslaving his big brother, until he led them up to Adam’s bedroom where the naked slave lay in a troubled sleep. If his nocturnal mutterings (“please don’t fuck my arse”) weren’t enough to convince them, then the henna tattoo on his chest certainly was. 

Chaz encouraged the twins to molest the sleeping slave. Swiftly recovering from their surprise, Rees and Ryan immediately fell upon Adam and groped him. The twins were athletic but had that long, lanky build which never quite gained muscle tone, so they were in awe of Adam’s buff physique. Like curious schoolboys with a new toy (which I suppose they were!), they couldn’t resist pawing at every square inch of the slave.

Adam was in such a deep slumber that he didn’t awaken until Ryan (he was the one sporting an earring, the only distinguishable feature between the twins) plunged his fingers into Adam’s hole. That made the slave wake up with a start. His face fell comically when he recognized who was molesting him.

“Fuck, Adam, I never imagined you’d turn into this,” said Rees. He twisted one of Adam’s nipples.

“It’s not Adam,” corrected Chaz. “Call him Gym Slave or just slave.”

“Slave,” repeated Ryan. “It suits you,” he sneered and wriggled his fingers inside Adam.

“Up you get, slave. Lunch and then the shops.”

Adam was led naked down to the dining room, with Ryan’s fingers still up his arse. The twins had brought burgers for all four of them, but Adam’s portion was unique.

“I know you’re always bitching about the empty calories in sauce so we told the restaurant to leave out the mayo on your burger,” stated Chaz.

“But there’s mayo on this,” observed Adam in confusion.

“That’s not mayo – that’s Rees and Ryan’s special sauce.”

“No empty calories there,” Rees said.

“Packed with protein,” added Ryan wickedly.

Adam made a gagging sound. How cute. He’d consumed so much sperm that day, but having it served on his food still made him gag. As hungry as he was, he struggled to finish the burger, much to the twins’ amusement. They still couldn’t get over how low Adam had sunk, but watching him eat their cum-laced burger sealed the deal.

After lunch, the lads dressed Adam in some of Chaz’s old clothes. Given that these were garments which the smaller-built Chaz had himself already outgrown, they were particularly snug on his brother’s more muscular frame. The slave had battled to pull the sweats on over his magnificently rounded arse. Nor did they offer much by way of modesty in his aroused state, especially since Chaz had banned him from putting on any underwear. (The slave must have considered it a terribly unlucky coincidence that Chaz, too, had implemented this particular prohibition of mine.) His dribbling cock, which the twins kept stimulated by fingering his arse throughout their drive into town, soon formed a noticeable damp patch on the front of the grey cotton material.

His masters had also permitted Adam a hoodie in deference to the December chill, but had him whip it off as soon as they were inside the heated shopping centre. Underneath it, Adam was wearing a white singlet that fit him like a second skin. This caused the slave some distress, not because his body was on display (he was quite used to that by now), but because it blatantly revealed the small binder clips which Chaz had attached to his nipples. I gathered from Chaz that these makeshift nipple clamps and Adam’s overall slutty appearance attracted more than its fair share of attention from the bustling crowd of Christmas shoppers. 

Since it wasn’t possible to record video footage of the slave’s entire shopping experience, much of it was documented by the small but highly sensitive listening device which Chaz had slipped into his sweats. (This, too, had been part of the ‘care package’ that Jimmy Douglas had delivered personally to Chaz the day before.) 

The listening device picked up the voice of a little boy asking his father what Adam had on his nipples. I wasn’t able to make out the father’s reply, but his derisive tone was unmistakable. Despite the lack of visual confirmation, I had no doubt that Adam was beet-red with humiliation.

After what must have seemed like an endless trek to the slave, the foursome finally arrived at their destination. Chaz handed Adam a list of the things he was supposed to procure from the sex shop and told him they’d be waiting for him at a nearby pub.

It was at this point that the slave realized he did not have any means of paying for the purchases.
“I didn’t bring my wallet,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t expect you to,” retorted Chaz. “I think we’ve established that you have other ways of offering payment.”

I couldn’t see Adam’s face but I didn’t need to; his horror was palpable. “You can’t be serious! You’re going to whore me out to a random shopkeeper!”

“Don’t play the innocent, slave - as if this would be the first time you service a total stranger! And I never said you had to prostitute yourself. I don’t care how you pay, as long as you get all the items on my list. And whatever you do, I’m going to need photographic evidence. Understood?”

Adam must have nodded, because I didn’t hear him speak. Perhaps he didn’t trust his voice not to falter.

“Don’t look so glum,” one of the twins said brightly. “Maybe the shopkeeper will be female and she’ll simply let you have whatever you want if you bat your eyes at her.”

The photos that followed proved that the shopkeeper was categorically not female. The accompanying audio recording was highly amusing.

First, Adam had difficulty locating some of the items he was required to purchase and had to enquire with the shopkeeper. That was awkward enough, since the older man entertained the query without bothering to conceal his contempt for the perverted teen asking after nipple clamps, an industrial sized tub of lube, a chastity device and a 14-inch dildo. 

But Adam’s woes truly began when the shopkeeper rang up his purchases, which amounted to a significant sum. Of course this was when the slave had to negotiate an alternative form of payment. His misfortune was that he had somehow encountered the one seller of sex paraphernalia who wasn’t remotely attracted to other men. He definitely wasn’t about to give away such pricey merchandise in exchange for sexual favours that he didn’t care for.

Oh, how Adam entreated him to sample the delights of his body. In a voice audibly choked with shame, he extolled the wide range of sexual services he could supply and vowed to do so with utmost dedication. 

“My arse is a tight fuck, sir. You can fuck me as hard as you want, as deep as you want. I’ll take it all, and I’ll squeeze the cum from your cock with my arse muscles. I’ve got really strong arse muscles, sir. See?” (Listeners heard the recorder hit the floor as Adam shimmied out of his sweats to present his naked rump to the disinterested shopkeeper, right there in the middle of the store.)

“And then I’ll lick you clean. Not just your cock, sir - your whole body! Head to toe. Armpits, feet, arse - have you ever been rimmed, sir? I’ll do a fantastic job! I’ll suck the juices from your arse. You’d have a hard time finding someone else willing to do that.”

And on it went, in a similar vein, for a full five minutes, with the slave growing increasingly desperate and increasingly mortified. But the shopkeeper wouldn’t budge. 

“Look, lad, how many times am I gonna say I’m not interested? You’ve got a sick mind, coming up with all that shit, but not everyone’s a pervert like you. So you either pay for this stuff you’ve ordered or get out. And put your clothes back on. Ain’t anyone wants to look at your naked, hairless body. Christ, you look like a pre-pubescent muscle Mary!”

From Adam’s response, I could tell that he was nearly in tears. He had just humiliated himself propositioning a total stranger without success. No doubt a large part of that was his fear of what Chaz might do to him if he turned up without the sex toys, but I suspect some part of the slave was actually indignant that a person might not find him sexually desirable. After all, he had been a slut long before I converted him into the gym slave.

“Please, sir, there must be some way I can get this stuff. My master would be so mad if I don’t.”

“And I bet you’d love whatever punishment your master dishes out,” sneered the shopkeeper, who’d evidently pegged Adam as an incorrigible submissive. “What does he do – spank your bottom while you squeal like a little girl?”

Adam seized on this comment. “Would you like to do that, sir? Spank me? I’ve been a really naughty boy. I could do with a nice, hard spanking. You could turn my bum bright red with those big, strong hands of yours.”

“What? No! Fucking hell, you just won’t quit, will you? No, I don’t want to spank you! I might know some customers who’re into that shit, but not me.”

A lightbulb must have gone off in the slave’s mind. “What about them, sir? Those customers you mentioned? Maybe they can use me? And then pay you for what I’ve bought?” It can’t have been easy for him to suggest prostituting himself to even more strangers, which goes to show just how frantic he was. 

“They’re customers, not mates, you daft ...” The shopkeeper’s voice trailed off. Presumably he was mulling the idea. “Wait here,” he said abruptly. 

The listening device didn’t pick up on anything for the next few minutes as the shopkeeper contacted the frequent customers he thought might be interested in Adam. In the interval, the slave must have gotten dressed.

 “Who the fuck told you to put your clothes back on?” demanded the shopkeeper when he returned to the till. 

The slave meekly refrained from reminding him that he was the one who’d sneered at him to do so. Instead he stripped naked again.

“Come round the back. I’m gonna need some photos to show the customers what’s on offer,” explained the shopkeeper gruffly. So he was treating the slave like the rest of the wares he routinely flogged in his shop. Perfect.

Adam was made to assume a variety of poses that exhibited his physical charms at their best. I know this because he requested the shopkeeper send him a copy of the pics for his master’s perusal. It would have been obvious from the audio recording that these photos existed, and Adam was simply covering all his bases to avoid Chaz’s wrath.

The slave didn’t quite manage to conceal his fear not knowing who was seeing these photos, although I doubt that most eyes would have been on his face anyway. Not when his absolutely breath-taking physique was on full display. There wasn’t a nook or cranny of his superb body that wasn’t exposed in the course of the photos. They were designed as much to exhibit as they were to embarrass. The shopkeeper might not have been attracted to Adam, but he had a good handle on what sells. He even threw Adam a bottle of oil to massage into his body, first noting that its cost would be added to Adam’s tab.

He let out an audible snort when Adam spread his arse cheeks for a close-up of his abused hole. “This is the tight fuck you promised? Looks like the entire rugby team has been at it. And the footie team, too.” If only he knew!

I heard the pings on the shopkeeper’s phone as his customers responded to the latest photos.

“Yeah,” added the shopkeeper. “The customers aren’t too convinced either. I’m gonna have to demonstrate the merchandise to them. Now where’s that dildo you were going to buy?”

Being referred to as merchandise must have done wonders for Adam’s psyche. The prospect of being violated by a 14” dildo couldn’t have helped either. But he sucked it up like a good little slave-boy aware of the time ticking by.

The shopkeeper figured that Adam might as well serve as a model for all the stuff he’d bought. He removed the binder clips from Adam’s nipples and, without giving him even a moment’s respite, replaced them with the nipple clamps. From the slave’s anguished hiss, he must have screwed them on really tight. Next, the chastity device was fastened over Adam’s cock, after a bit of a struggle since he’d been stroking himself erect for the photos. 

Finally the dildo went in. This, of course, caused the most discomfort to the slave. To date, Horse’s foot-long cock was the longest object which Adam’s arse had had to accommodate. This dildo had that monster beat by a good two inches in length, and another inch in girth. Nothing had quite prepared Adam for the agony of penetration by this oversized dildo. It might not have been so bad if he hadn’t had to bury the full length in his arse, but the shopkeeper insisted. Adam was a sweating, snivelling mess by the time all 14 inches of silicone dick were crammed into his guts. 

It was a good ad for the slave’s services though. The pings were coming in fast and furious now, much to the shopkeeper’s satisfaction. “You’re going to generate a lot of footfall,” he told him.

“Does that mean my bill is settled?” Adam ventured hopefully.

“Not so fast, slut. I calculate nine customers are on their way. At a tenner for a fuck and suck, you won’t be able to pay off your debt today.”

Adam couldn’t have known what a professional rent-boy would charge for the same services (and I hadn’t given him much of a yardstick by tricking him into blowing my friend Kyle for 99p), but he was smart enough to guess that a fuck and suck was worth a lot more than £10. He said as much.

“Look here, slut,” retorted the shopkeeper. “Do you think you could’ve drawn nine punters if I told them it’d cost 50 quid to fuck that sloppy arse of yours?”

There was a whimper from Adam. “Can I at least have something to protect my identity? A mask maybe? I saw you were selling some.” The terror of being recognized as a cocksucker in his hometown was apparently starting to set in.

“Haven’t you raked up enough debt for today? Anyway, they’d already have seen your face in the photos I sent them.” A bell rang in the distance. “That should be your first customer. I’ll be out front, collecting your payment. Make sure you do a good job. Repeat customers are the backbone of this business.”

He ignored Adam’s groan and called out to the customer that they were in the back. “I’m going to leave the phone here. Encourage the punters to take pics and videos on it. That’s the kind of good publicity money can’t buy.”

The first video clip of the afternoon showed Adam lying on his back, swallowing a faceless client’s cock while he ruthlessly plunged the 14” dildo in and out of his hole. Before long the backroom filled with punters and the dildo was abandoned as the slave was spit-roasted with real, live dicks. 

Although only a fuck and suck had been advertised, Adam wasn’t exactly able to refuse custom when punters planted their arses over his face for a rim-job. Nor could he stop them from molesting him as they pleased. The punters were nowhere near Adam’s level of physical fitness so his exquisite musculature intrigued them. No part of his anatomy was excluded from constant pinching and prodding, tugging and twisting, slapping and spanking. The nipple clamps were progressively tightened to a crushing degree, but no one touched the slave’s caged cock. The chastity device clearly signalled that the slave was to bring his masters pleasure, but partake in none of it himself. It must have gotten quite painful as Adam’s dick stiffened from the constant pounding on his prostate.

The slave was deep-throating his seventh cock while his arse was pounded by the eighth, when his worst nightmare was realized.

“Adam Lomas?”

The exclamation from a new arrival made the slave spit out the cock in his mouth.

“Mr. Hollingsworth!” he cried in horror.

“Well, well, well. It is you! As I live and breathe - Adam Lomas is a cocksucker! I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised after you began bulking up. They do say a lot of poofs are attracted to body-building.”

For the third time that day, Adam found himself babbling pathetic excuses about how things were not as they seemed. They were no more believable in their latest incarnation. 

The punter whose blowjob had been interrupted by Mr. Hollingsworth’s arrival complained, “I didn’t pay for ‘im to talk!”

“Get back to sucking,” the shopkeeper ordered Adam. “Mr. Hollingsworth, was it? You’re distracting the boy from serving his clients. If you don’t mind letting them finish up with him, you can have him all to yourself for his last session of the day.”

This proposal apparently suited Mr. Hollingsworth perfectly, for he must have followed the shopkeeper out of the backroom; I didn’t hear either of them again for the next few minutes.

“Say,” interjected the punter who was fucking Adam, “did I hear him call you Adam Lomas? Any relation to Jeremy Lomas? The guy that runs the construction business in town?”

“Lomas is a common name,” Adam replied nervously, but the other punter had already caught on.

“Now that you mention it ... he does look familiar. I think I’ve seen him working there before. Yes. Yes, I have. Definitely.”

“The old man’s son, do you think?”

“Yeah, I think I see the resemblance. In the face, of course. I’ve never seen old man Lomas out of his clothes, much less on his back getting the shit fucked out of him.”

They both chortled. “Does daddy know you like spreading your legs like a whore?”

“Oh, the old man would probably die of shame if he knew what sonny boy does in spare time.”

Adam started blubbering. “No! Please, you can’t tell him!”

“So Jeremy Lomas is your da?”

The slave belatedly recognized the trap into which he’d fallen.

One of the punters whistled. “Well, this just got a lot more interesting.”

“Yeah, I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of you, Adam Lomas. Well, we’ve already seen all of you, but you know what we mean. And I don’t think any payment will be required the next time. At least not from us.”

The two punters’ laughter was not kind. I wasn’t worried about the unknown punters blackmailing Adam into sex; in fact I welcomed it. Chaz and I had agreed that Adam’s anonymity was to be sacrificed where existed the potential to humiliate him further. Total strangers walking into Jeremy Lomas’s office and demanding Adam service them qualified. As long as we retained some leverage over Adam, we could and would actively promote Adam’s debasement to be as public and widespread as possible.

The punters departed in a shower of cum and with a promise to get in touch with Adam very soon. The slave started to cry.

But he wasn’t to have time to feel sorry for himself. 

“Now, Adam, don’t cry. A big, tough, muscle-bound hunk like you.” Mr. Hollingsworth was back. 
“You know,” he mused, “I always did believe you had the potential to grow into a real stud. I’m glad to see I was right.” 

“What do you want?” asked Adam. His voice was flat, emotionless. After multiple shocks in a matter of hours, I feared he was becoming inured to being used as a fuck-toy by just about anyone. Happily, such fears were soon proven unfounded.

“What I’ve always wanted from you, Adam. Come, sit on my lap. No, not like that. Straddle me, face to face. That’s better. My, you’re such a mess – all hot and sweaty and cummy. I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d see you like this. Mind you, you were always tempting us at school, wearing those tight P.E. uniforms and letting your school trousers sag down your bum ...” There was a loud slap as Mr. Hollingsworth must have smacked said bum. 

“But this side of yourself you hid so completely,” he continued. “You should have just told me you were gay then. I would have been more than happy to help. I would’ve loved to introduce you to the joys of man-sex.”

Mr. Hollingsworth’s hands wandered all over Adam’s body, caressing him tenderly. The gentleness must have seemed quite alien to Adam after the delight his previous abusers had taken in viciously groping him, but at the same time must have been freaking out the teenager who had, prior to his enslavement, been rabidly heterosexual.

“Mr. Hollingsworth, I’m not ...” Adam began, but Mr. Hollingsworth hushed him.

“It’s okay, Adam. There’s no need to pretend anymore. I understand perfectly. You’re not just gay, but also a submissive. All this gorgeous muscle, your macho posturing, has been overcompensation for your craving to be dominated by another man.”

I suspect Adam’s silence was because he was genuinely gobsmacked by this outrageous assessment of his sexual proclivities. Hollingsworth’s next request must have knocked him for six.

“Now why don’t you give me a kiss, boy? A nice, deep, tongue kiss.”

“Sod off!” was Adam’s reply. Apparently he was quite happy to stick his tongue up another man’s bum, in his armpits, between his toes and under his dick, but he drew the line at sticking it down another man’s throat. Nice to see that, even after all he’d been through since becoming the gym slave, he still had his priorities straight - if you’ll pardon the pun.

“Now now, Adam. That kind of language is unacceptable.”

“I keep trying to tell you, Mr. Hollingsworth – I’m not gay! This whole thing is a fucked-up mistake. There’s no way in hell I’m kissing you, or any other bloke for that matter. But especially not you. For fuck’s sake, you were my headmaster! You’re old enough to be my grandfather!”

Ah, so that explained how Mr. Hollingsworth knew Adam. It seemed that it was nothing new for our gym slave to attract more than his fair share of attention from authority figures in education. A quick check on the internet revealed that Richard Hollingsworth was still the headmaster of King Edward II School – which must make him Chaz’s headmaster.

“I’m sorry to hear you say that, Adam. As your concerned former headmaster, I would have no choice but to inform your parents – but only after I alert the police to your illegal setup here.” Mr. Hollingsworth issued the threat in a perfectly amiable tone, but the undercurrent of menace was unmistakeable. 

Adam whimpered in defeat. “You just want a kiss?”

“To start with,” clarified Mr. Hollingsworth. “Of course I intend to get my money’s worth.”

Adam sighed heavily. With possibly the most reluctance he’d displayed since that first blowjob in the gym showers, he pressed his lips to Mr. Hollingsworth’s. Whether or not the older man had intended it, in demanding this romantic gesture, he had hit upon a new mode of humiliation for the straight lad. Sucking face with another man (for that’s what Hollingsworth insisted upon, not a mere peck on the lips) attacked the core of Adam’s sexuality in a way serial rape hadn’t.

It was a pity we didn’t have a visual record of the slave’s time with Mr. Hollingsworth. The audio did not do justice to what must have a steamy snog. Was Hollingsworth trying to suck Adam’s tonsils out of his mouth or maybe it was Adam leading the charge? Whichever it was, it certainly sounded like they were mauling each other’s faces.

Then we heard the sound of trousers being unzipped and Adam’s squeal as he was hoisted onto a stiff cock.

“Don’t break the kiss,” Mr. Hollingsworth ordered sharply. Adam must have obeyed in spite of his revulsion, for the sounds of passionate kissing continued, almost drowning out the slap of skin on skin as Adam rode the older man’s cock. The impaled slave moaned through the snog, but whether it was in pain from the deep penetration or anguish at the blow to his heterosexuality was anyone’s guess. It didn’t get in the way of Mr. Hollingsworth’s enjoyment of the fuck; he lasted no more than 10 minutes before creaming his former student’s guts.

Mr. Hollingsworth then opted to have Adam suck his arsehole instead of his cock. The slave didn’t protest but applied himself assiduously to the rim-job. Maybe he considered eating out the older man an upgrade over snogging him. Or maybe he just wanted the encounter over as soon as possible. 

“Oh yes,” cooed Hollingsworth, “that’s it. Your tongue’s really hitting the spot. A real pro, aren’t you? A right slut. Yeah. Suck my arse juices, you little shit. All those years tempting me, taunting me with your body. Now you know where you truly belong.”

It took some time for a man his age to cum again, but eventually he did, spraying Adam with his sperm. Adam heaved an audible sigh of relief that he could stop tonguing his former headmaster’s chute. But even at his most optimistic the slave must have known that Mr. Hollingsworth was not going to just forget about him after today.

Sure enough: “Program your number into my phone. Or I could always get your parents’ number from your brother’s school records.”

I doubt the threat was needed. Adam frantically tapped the keys on Mr. Hollingsworth’s mobile phone.

“An A-star for that effort, boy. I’m looking forward to how you will top it at our next encounter. And you should know from experience that I expect all my students to exceed expectations.”

Mr. Hollingsworth left and the shopkeeper returned. “Put your clothes on and get out of my shop,” he snapped. As far as he was concerned, Adam had outlived his usefulness.

“Can I at least wash up first?”

“No. But make sure you’re back same time next week, Adam Lomas.” His careful enunciation of Adam’s full name made it clear that the slave was not getting out of reprising his rent-boy gig unless he wanted his identity compromised further. Adam gulped.

“Now out!”

The slave stumbled out of the shop, reeking of sex and sticky with cum and sweat. He made a stop in the restroom to try and wash the worst of it off, but he wasn’t very successful since his clothes were already saturated with it. He also didn’t dare to linger for long in the restroom knowing that he was already late to meet his brother; the slave’s tribulations at the sex shop had lasted longer than allocated.

“Shit, Chaz, you weren’t kidding. He looks like a total whore!” exclaimed one of the twins as Adam came into view.

“Is that cum in his hair? Fuck, that’s nasty,” the other chimed in. Well, that would teach Adam to be more thorough in his clean-up next time. He’d just walked through a crowded shopping centre with semen in his hair.

Chaz grinned broadly as his brother frantically tried to brush off the cum. “You’re late, slave.”

“I’m sorry, master, but it wasn’t my fault! You won’t believe what happened to me.” As they drove home, Adam recounted the entire episode at the sex shop, although if he was hoping for sympathy from his audience, he received none. 

Indeed, their responses consisted primarily of laughter and cries of “Gross” or “That’s sick”. The knowledge that two of Adam’s punters had promised to visit him at the workplace made them chuckle, warning Adam to be careful whoring around the office if he didn’t want the entire staff to find out about his slavery. 

What really made them sit up was when Adam reached the tail end of his narrative (just as they walked into the Lomas home) and revealed that Mr. Hollingsworth had been one of his punters. 

“So old Holly is a poof?” crowed Chaz. “Man, this is going to make next term so much more fun. Holly’s gonna bend over backwards if he doesn’t want us to tell on him. We could practically rule the school!”

“I don’t know, Chaz. Your brother’s one thing, but a teacher? It’s too risky,” said a twin.

“And I feel kind of sorry for Holly. He’s kind of old and, you know, pitiful,” said the other twin.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy, Rees. An amazing opportunity just landed in our laps and you wanna throw it away because you feel SORRY for Holly? I wonder about you sometimes, I really do.”

Ryan leapt to his twin’s defence. “Leave him alone, Chaz. Of course he’ll back you up to take down Holly, as will I.” The twins exchanged a meaningful glance behind Chaz’s back. “We just need to get more dirt on him first. A crummy audio recording won’t do.”

“That’s easy,” stated Chaz. “We have the perfect bait.” All eyes turned to Adam. “I can’t believe Holly likes snogging this piece of shit, but hey, whatever rocks his boat. Holly’s stiffy for this bitch is gonna make him fall right into our trap.”

Not if I had anything to say about it! I wasn’t about to let these teenagers take advantage of an older gentleman with similar leanings to my own. I found the dynamic between the twins and Chaz interesting. What was with that warning look Ryan gave Rees? Could he actually bat for our team? That might just make my enslavement of Chaz that much easier to achieve. I resolved to keep a close eye on Rees.

“Man, all this sex talk is making me horny. Can we fuck him already?” whined Ryan.

“Yeah, I wanna see if he really lives up to the hype, Chaz. I can’t imagine Adam - I mean the slave - would actually stick his tongue up my shitter.”

“That’s not the half of it!” promised Chaz.

Three pairs of lustful eyes turned to Adam again and within a flash, I had four fit, naked lads on my screen. I’d already seen plenty of the Lomas brothers so now I drank in the sight of the Ashton twins. I was tickled to see their freckles extended to their blindingly white, smooth torsos, and to receive confirmation of the flaming red bush around their long, thin cocks. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” growled Ryan. He sat down on the couch and pulled Adam over to him. Rees yanked the dildo out of Adam’s arse with an audible “plop” and pushed Adam down onto his twin’s cock. Adam grunted, although Ryan’s average-sized dick could not have been much of a challenge for his arse after the monster dildo. Ryan began bouncing the older boy on his dick.

Meanwhile Rees climbed onto the couch and made Adam turn his head to suck his cock.

This meant that Chaz was left out, but he planned to remedy that. He crouched down behind Adam and started prodding at his stuffed hole. 

Adam tensed up. “What do you think you’re doing?”

That earned him a hard slap on the back, because that wasn’t the right tone to adopt with one’s slave-master. 

“I think you know,” said Chaz.

“No. No, no, no!” Adam tried to get up off Ryan’s dick, but the red-haired lad wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed Adam by the shoulders and forced him back downwards until he was fully impaled on Ryan’s cock. 

Realizing that his tormentors had no intention of letting him off easy, the slave started to beg. “Please, you can’t do this. You’re going to rip me up. Have some mercy!” His terror could not have been more apparent.

When Chaz had first told me about his plan to double-dick Adam, I too had reservations on whether even the slave’s well-muscled arse could take it. Not because I cared about Adam’s wellbeing, mind you, but because damage to the slave would ruin the enjoyment of the rest. But Chaz had been persistent, and the vision of Adam’s arse stuffed unbearably full of cock was an immensely tempting one, so I gave in, insisting only on plenty of lube and gentle strokes - at least to start with!

Chaz did take my recommended precautions; he didn’t want to put Adam out of commission any more than I did.  The gigantic tub of lube came into play and he started by squeezing his greased fingers into Adam’s hole which was already occupied by Ryan. 

The trembling slave kept repeating his tearful pleas as if they might trigger some brotherly compassion which had not been forthcoming so far. But while Rees looked a little worried, Chaz himself was pitiless. If anything, he appeared exceedingly excited. Destroying his big brother’s sense of self-worth while experiencing sexual pleasure few others had was probably the greatest thrill of his young life.

He was up to three fingers in Adam now, and decided that the slave was ready to be double-penetrated. He withdrew his fingers, complaining that Adam’s arse had nearly cut off their blood circulation, but lined his dick up with Adam’s hole anyway.

“Ready, slave?” Without waiting for an answer, he thrust in. Adam let out a piercing shriek and his eyes rolled back in his head, but he didn’t pass out. That would have been too much of a mercy.

“Take it out!” he gasped in pain. 

Chaz was incredulous. “You’re insane. I’ve never fucked such cunt this tight, why would I take it out?” 

Instead he started to rock his hips, sawing his cock in and out of Adam’s hole. It didn’t come easily, for Adam had unwittingly tensed his sphincter against the dual intrusion, but soon his fuckers grew accustomed to the mechanics and Ryan began to thrust upwards to meet Chaz’s strokes. Once they’d ascertained that Adam wasn’t injured, just in considerable discomfort, they abandoned all restraint. Their thrusts became deeper and swifter – frenetic, even. 

If I had thought Adam’s body put on a magnificent show during his earlier bouts of sex, now it surpassed itself. The contortions of his glorious physique under the substantial agony of double penetration were nothing short of a marvel. Sweat was literally pouring off his body, making it glisten beautifully. Rees had put a stop to his pathetic moans by shoving his cock back into the slave’s mouth. His twin brother in the meantime was tugging on the nipples clamps, although I doubt the slave noticed the minor irritation when his arse must have felt like it was on fire.

The vice-like grip of Adam’s arse on his masters’ cocks was all but guaranteed to propel them to orgasm sooner rather than later. Chaz came first, followed shortly thereafter by Ryan. Adam, whose own dick was rock hard in spite of his double rape, would probably have been next if not for the cock-cage. The spiky little protrusions on the interior of the device must have been digging into his erect flesh and I suspected it would not be long before his cries took on a very different tone. After all, he had spent the entire day without release and he didn’t exactly have a great deal of self-control. His masters, however, were determined to stretch out his ordeal.

Over the next three hours Adam was fucked in a series of increasingly acrobatic positions all over the house. Adam was braced against the wall, legs wrapped around Chaz’s waist while getting long-dicked. Ryan made the slave do pull-ups hanging from the half-landing of the staircase, right onto his erection. The scene of Adam sandwiched between the Ashton twins, his legs entwined behind Rees’s neck as the two gingers double-fucked him standing up, was epic. When he wasn’t being fucked, he was sucking cock or eating arse while his own was being plundered with the huge dildo.

Teenagers certainly have a lot of stamina. They kept this pace up for the whole three hours, with a short break for dinner, where Adam’s meal was drenched in the contents of his masters’ used condoms. Between the three of them they’d achieved eight cum-shots. Despite his natural revulsion at sperm-soaked food, Adam gobbled it down; evidently the sex marathon was quite effective as a workout.

He had a more pressing concern than hunger though. His masters might have cum repeatedly, but he still hadn’t, not even once, and the relentless pressure on his prostate was getting to him. His caged cock had turned an angry reddish-purple and was completely soaked in the pre-cum it had been steadily leaking. He knew there was nothing for it but to plead for release, even if he had to humiliate himself in the process.

And humiliate himself he did. Chaz and the twins really made him work for it. He admitted what a filthy slut he was, how he had no self-control, how much it turned him on to lick their arses and suck their cocks, how he loved getting dicked and even double-dicked, how he deserved to be abused and degraded. It was all too arousing for him, dirty little cock-whore that he was, and he needed to shoot his load.

It was a marvellous speech, especially from a lad who was still desperate to cling to some vestiges of dignity but too stimulated from his serial arse-fucking to care about pride in that moment.

Chaz must have been as impressed as I was because he unlocked the cock-cage and gave the slave a minute before it went back on. Adam didn’t need the full minute. He climaxed almost as soon as he touched his swollen cock. Thick creamy ropes spattered him from head to groin on his parents’ dining table as his masters cheered. They scooped up the spunk and fed it to him.

That wasn’t the end of it. Rees wrapped his fist around Adam’s cock and began to wank it. Adam’s cock was painfully sensitive so soon after an orgasm and he whimpered from the heightened sensation. Chaz’s refitting of Adam’s cock-cage must have come as a relief to the slave.

It was just after eight o’clock when the doorbell rang. 

“Go answer it, slave,” ordered Chaz.

Adam’s eyes widened. “Like this?” 

“No, put on your ball gown first.” Chaz rolled his eyes. “Of course like that, slave.”

The entryway camera showed Adam approach the front door with trepidation. He opened it just a crack, and then slammed it shut in terror. The person on the other side started banging on the door and calling out Adam’s name.

“I know you’re in there, Adam. What’s the meaning of all this?”

“Who is it?” asked Chaz, although he was fully aware who it was. I’d already informed him about Adam’s ‘date’ with his one-time girlfriend, Laura.

“It’s Laura! I don’t know what she’s doing here. I never sent her that text in the end. You have to get rid of her,” begged Adam. “She can’t see me like this!”

“Alright,” said Chaz obligingly. Then he threw the door wide open.

Adam wailed and tried to run into the living room, but the twins had shut the door from the other side.

The wide-eyed Laura took one look at the naked, sweaty Adam with his caged cock, tattooed chest and clamped nipples, and demanded to know what was going on.  

Chaz replied, “I’m afraid Adam didn’t ask you here, I did. I felt he needed to apologize for the lies he told you when you were dating.”

“Lies? What do you mean?” I suspect Laura was catching on but the apparent reality was simply too incredible for her to comprehend without a verbal confirmation from one of the brothers.

“Aren’t you going to tell her, Adam?” asked Chaz.

Adam gazed pleadingly at his brother, but it was evident what he was supposed to say.

“I’m sorry, Laura. I’ve been lying to you all along. I tricked you into bed because I wanted to convince myself I was straight, when I really was a …” His voice faltered, but he forced himself to finish the sentence. “A cocksucker.”

Laura was outraged. “You piece of shit! I should’ve known, from the way you kept chasing after girls saying not one of us could wholly satisfy you. Of course no girl could ever satisfy you!” She spat at Adam, who was crying (again! How did that boy still have tears to squeeze out?).

“I always thought Adam did you wrong,” claimed Chaz. “I promise not all of us Lomas men are like him.” 

Laura tore her eyes away from Adam to stare at him appreciatively. Chaz had thrown on his sweatpants but left his top off, and he looked very appetizing indeed under a sheen of sweat. Laura plainly agreed, because not two minutes later she was following Chaz up to his bedroom. The camera which Jimmy had secretly installed there broadcast a feed of Chaz’s finely formed buttocks pumping away at his brother’s ex.

Adam scarcely had time to contemplate how twisted this was, before the twins emerged to drag him back into the living room, where they resumed fucking him.

For the Gym Slave, there truly was no place like home.