By Xhumil
xhumil@protonmail.com
Copyright 2021 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Party
Sir
Mistress
Carrie has contacted my work and told them that she’s
allowing me
to take the day off for Tilly's birthday so I will come with mum, dad
and mistress Carrie.
I am very nervous. I was hoping not
to see the rest of the family in this state.
I must be
half way through the full freedom process, if dad has actually sent
anything off, then in only 4 weeks I could have met the whole family
as a free boy and save unnecessary humiliation.
We’ve
done a project in social sciences about the freedom process and how
it can be fast-tracked in special cases. I'd say a family member
accidentally made a slave would be a special case, wouldn't you?
If
dad was serious about helping me I should have been free 2 weeks ago.
Can you imagine how embarrassing that was in the class
when everyone found that out? All knowing I was waiting for the
freedom process to complete yet I was still a slave well after the
time I was supposed to be free.
Half the class looked at
me with pity, the other half sniggered. I nearly burst into tears on
the spot! Everyone is so wrapped up in having little Casper run round
naked after them no one wants to complete the process, no one wants
to even start it!
I’m very worried about seeing Tilly
again. I’ve always loved Tilly and we always had so much fun
at
family parties, but the way we left off last time was very
uncomfortable. I understand Tilly was also upset, so I hope it
won’t
be too awkward when we meet again, but I know I have no choice.
I
will try and do the best I can to serve
everyone.
C
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Party
Boy
This is Tilly’s birthday party,
you will do your very best or suffer the consequences. If Carrie and
Tilly need to punish you then you know you have failed, and failure
will displease me!
The freedom process is not your
concern, just do your job and let us deal with paperwork. If you are
no longer useful or usable you could be sold, so make sure you are
always useful.
I will be watching you this weekend, but
don’t think you can unburden yourself on me. I will be there
to
enjoy myself but will also be busy as I’m on the grill for
the day.
You see, you won’t be the only one working, so drop your self
pity
and suck it up. You can tell me all about it by email later.
I
know you don’t get on very well with your cousins Brad and
Elen and
you and Tillly always used to gang up and teasing them, but Bradley
always hero-worshipped you, that's why he was always following you
around. Remember they are the children of your uncle Paul; mine and
your dad’s brother, so you can't avoid them and you will
serve them
correctly, you neve know, you might have a little helper. Whether
you’re still his hero or not if I don't hear sir and madam
when you
address both of them then there will be trouble.
You’ll
just have to hope they don’t remember how horrible you were
to them
in the past.
Mr. Jenkins
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Party
Sir
When I arrived I was so worried
that there would be an awkward atmosphere between me and Miss Tilly I
was extra skittish. When the door opened she hugged mum, dad and miss
Carrie and they all walked in. I don’t know if she was still
worried what I thought or whether she has becomed very accustomed to
slavery, but she just kind of looked at me, and my dick, then said
“Those.. upstairs Sue’s room, that my
room” pointing at their
bags. “Then straight into the garden” I immediately
did as told,
I put miss Carrie's bag in miss Tilly’s room and the parents
bag
into Sue’s room then quickly descended the stairs. This is
where it
all went wrong for me.
As I got half way down master Brad
and miss Elen were staring up at me giggling. By the time I was at
the bottom they were already most of the way to the garden shouting
“he’s naked, he’s really
naked.” Elen added “I saw his
willy”.
When I got to the garden master Brad shouted to his
mother “See I told you Scott was naked, see”
Elen started
chanting “I can see Scott’s willy”
By the time aunt Jane
told me to give her a twirl the rot had set in and I was rooted to
the spot.
All this use of my free name effectively woke Scott.
It was like one of those nightmares where you’re suddenly in
a
familiar setting butt naked. The painful truth was that that's
exactly what was happening.
I stood there, suddenly as Scott
with my cock on full view and the whole family staring at it with the
kids running around me and chanting. I was like a rabbit in the
headlights.
Considering aunt Jane hasn’t seen me like
this before and should have been unaccustomed to my new role she
seemed pretty quick to grab Miss Tilly’s paddle and spank me
for
non-compliance. It's almost like she’s been looking forward
to the
moment. Uncle Paul forced me down onto my hands and knees so that
master Brad could get me into a headlock and drag me about to show
off my cock to everyone while Miss Elen continued to paddle me.
“Now
take him to uncle Jim, he hasn’t seen it yet. Don’t
forget to
bend him back to show it off.”
Did you enjoy your show Uncle
Jim?
I thought at worst I would just be like a naked
butler. This was not what I was expecting. But I guess it got me back
into Casper’s headspace, especially when uncle Paul
practically
dragged me by the collar down the garden and put the hose on me.
C
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Party
boy
You let us down boy. Can you
understand why we had to hose you and paddle you? It was a good job
only the family there at that point. Could you imagine how
embarrassed Tilly would have been if you’d acted like that in
front
of her friends?
I do not appreciate you asking whether I
enjoyed your humiliation or not, thats my business. You were lucky
young Bradly was there to take the initiative and try to instill a
bit of servitude and humility back into you.
Mr.
Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Party
I’m
sorry sir.
If only master Brad would call me casper it
would have been easier to cope. casper is who I am now. casper is far
more capable than Scott ever was.
I started to cope better
after the hose, and thought of Scott as just someone else. Scott no
longer exists in the form I remember anyway.
I was tasked
with ferrying all the condiments out to the garden table, but master
Brad, not content with seeing me already humiliated by nudity decided
to kick me in the nuts from behind. I guess they were so visible it
was an opportunity not to miss. I hit the ground like a sack of spuds
and lost the tray in the process. The condiments bounced OK, but the
plates smashed everywhere. Brad just stood over me laughing and
telling me to pick it all up. Uncle Paul seemed to be taking some
pride in his son’s new confidence and dominance. Or was it
just
cruelty? I did as he told me, all the time dreading giving the news
about the plates back at the house.
I mean the plates
looked nice and all that, but I didn’t know they were
heirlooms. I
apologised a million times to aunt Laura, and I was really sorry. But
miss Tilly just sent me out with her cane and told me to ask master
Brad for 13 strikes. 13 is a lot with a thin cane. I get that this is
her birthday and she’s 13 but using that number for every
punishment seemed a little strong. I really was so sorry at how upset
I’d made Laura so I accepted any punishment, even dished out
by
Brad.
I hated the walk to Brad, he heard the commotion and
listened at the door, so by the time I had got outside he was sitting
on a chair looking very smugly at me. This was going to be unbearably
humiliating, so I thought a little extra formality couldn’t
make it
any worse and I took the request pose in front of him with the cane
between my outstretched arms and asked for the punishment.
I
can’t believe how excited that little bastard was, he
squeaked,
really loudly. So little control! He had already decided what he
thought would be the most degrading for me and dispensed with the
cane, choosing to paddle me over his lap.
It was
mortifying climbing over Brad’s lap so that he could spank me
with
the paddle, my peenie dragged over his thigh before it was sandwiched
between his leg and my body . He seemed to really enjoy spanking me,
he didn’t even bother to count, I could just feel my bottom
getting
hotter and hotter. Its not until Uncle Paul told him that the cane
would be more painful did he stop.
He led me to the
middle of the garden by my balls. Uncle Paul told me to touch my toes
then showed master Brad a technique. It wasn’t that painful
compared with some of the tests canings I’ve had in the shop,
but
there was going to be 13 of them, so I braced myself anyway. He
showed Brad a swing in clear air and they practiced a bit. When Brad
struck me for the first time he managed to hit me with the tip, it
was far worse than Paul’s strike and there were 12 more to
come. I
wasn’t going to let my 11 year old cousin make me cry so I
tried to
switch off. At 8 strikes I had tears in my eyes. Every one of
Brad’s
strikes was a perfect one as painful as it could possibly be. By 13
the tears were flowing. I wasn’t actually crying though, it
was
pain. That didn’t shop Brad taunting me “oh look
dad, he’s
crying dad”. My voice cracked as I was trying to thank him
for my
punishment, and snot came out of my nose. My body convulsions and the
low wailing noise I was making was a way to contain the pain, I
wasn’t crying honestly.
After more taunting about me
crying and how my dick is smaller than he thought it would be he led
me by the balls again back up to the house to show off my welts,
tears and snot to his mum. She seemed proud of him, running her
finger over the welts on my bottom and offering me a tissue for my
tears. She made a point of holding me by the dick as she was
manipulating me round. All the attention caused it to stir, the
caning had a small effect on it already for some reason, but by the
time she had finished I was definitely poking out.
“Scott’s got a
stiffy! Elen look at Scott’s stiffy!” Master Brad
called
out
“Scott’s got a stiffy” Elen repeated. I
immediately
covered up and regretted it. Miss Carrie was behind me and slapped my
already painful bottom.
“What do we say about covering up?”
she asked
“Don’t cover up miss, sorry miss” I
replied.
“Ask Brad for 5 more strikes with the paddle” She
demanded,
I looked at her with pleading eyes “Go on, make it 13 and
kiss his
feet before you ask” she directed.
I prostrated myself in
front of my young cousin again, kissed both his bare feet and
requested the extra punishment which he was only too happy to give.
He ran over to his chair and sat down ready to accept me over his lap
again for the paddling ordeal to restart. I hadn’t noticed
until I
was on his lap just how big his cock was for his age. I don’t
know
why but I was fully erect by the time Master Brad had finished with
me, maybe my peenie was rubbing on his leg or something. It
didn’t
go unnoticed anyway, he grabbed it and asked if I fancied him. He
showed it to Elen and said “Look, it got like this because he
touched my dick when he got on my lap, now look. I bet he thinks
about seeing mine all the time.” Uncle Paul thought this was
funny.
When he’d finished humiliating me for my hardon
he demanded I take him crisps and told me how to serve them. I knelt
beside him, head bowed to the floor, holding a bowl of crisps while
he daintily took them one by one with an exaggerated air of
superiority. He wouldn’t let me look at him again, only his
feet
‘in case I got so excited I tried to have sex with
him’. Much to
Aunt Jane, Uncle Paul and miss Elen’s amusement.
He and
mistress Elen enjoyed watching my peenie sway as he tapped it with
his foot, it was so degrading. I felt like I was kneeling there for
ages, my arms started aching. I could see him pointing and waving out
of the corner of my eye and Elen making for the table, but next I
knew of his plan was when he squirted the mustard on my head. Both
kids laughed like drains. Elen had mayo, and by the time they were
finished I looked like I was wearing a yellow and white hat. I just
knelt there hard looking to the floor while they entertained
themselves mashing the condiments into my hair. Brad smeared some of
the mess onto my hard dick as a tip for me. “I know you like
to
have me touch you there, because you’re thinking how much you
want
to touch mine” he taunted.
Miss Tilly called me from the
house, so I made to get up “Did I say you could
go?” he asked,
well demanded.
“No sir, but”
“Then stay there”.
I’ve not encountered this kind of conflict before. 2 people
calling at the same time. I decided that as I’d had enough of
him
anyway I bowed to miss Tilly’s superiority. I tried to get up
again
and he grabbed my balls and held me down.
“It’s Miss Tilly’s
birthday sir, I must tend to her. Please sir” He reluctantly
let
go. I was proud of how I did this and got up.
“You’ll be
sorry” was his nasty little reply. I have a whole weekend of
this
and the party hasn’t even started. I got to the house and
Tilly was
angry that I’d got myself messy.
“I want you greeting my
guests in 20 minutes and you can’t do it like that”
She
rightfully insisted. “Go and ask Elen to wash you and Brad to
give
you 13 for getting yourself so messy” The day was getting
longer by
the second.
I prostrated myself at Elen’s feet and asked
to be washed. They had both listened in the door again,
they’d
stood there in plain sight.
“And?” She demanded.
“Please
will Master Brad give me 13 paddles” She led me to Brad by
the
balls and I was laid over his lap again. This position feels more
humiliating each time, especially as this time Elen was mixing the
mustard and mayo in my hair while he made himself comfortable under
me.
As soon as he was comfortable he told me to pass him the
paddle which was on the floor by my hand. “Just you be
careful not
to touch my dick again perv! Now tell me how many swats
you’re
getting again?” He asked. He already knew.
“13 paddles sir”
The accumulation of the paddled on the already warm and caned bottom
was making this a very painful experience, but again, against all
expectations I was fully erect by the end.
I stood up and
thanked him and they both led me to the stream at the bottom of the
garden and pushed me in. It was freezing! As I crawled out on all
fours gasping for breath against the cold Brad kicked my elbows away
and held my head under with Elen rubbing at my hair. I came up for a
breath and she roughly soaped me up with washing up liquid. I just
managed to stabilise my breathing just in time to be pushed under
again. Tilly called for us to hurry up so they told me to get out and
Elen rode me back to the house like a donkey while Brad hurried me on
with regular swats.
I arrived at the house still wet, and
with dirty knees. Miss Tilly told the kids to go and play and rubbed
me over with a towel. She adjusted my damp hair with her fingers and
actually kissed me, saying I was doing well.
You wouldn’t
believe what that meant uncle Jim sir, I actually started crying a
bit and she hugged me. Like a proper hug! But then said I should
thank Bradley for all the help he’s been giving me. I
wasn’t sure
how I felt about that bit.
She trotted to the door leading
me by the hand, The Hand, not collar or balls, and I stood there
waiting for the guests to arrive.
Each time the doorbell
rang I opened it while Miss Tilly ran to the door to receive her
guests as they entered, taking them through to the back, accepting
her presents and organising drinks, then running back to do it all
over again. I would have thought getting the slave to do the drinks
would be better but she was happy and wanted a naked boy to be
opening the door, what teenage girl wouldn’t? The guests
seemed to
be spaced far enough apart for her to manage the drinks and the run.
It was nice to be doing something together again.
After
all the guests had arrived I was sent to the garden to serve, and
well, generally get felt up by the horny girls and their
mothers!
Master Brad decided to tie me up, figuratively,
he kept me running backwards and forwards getting things for just
him. Crisps of different flavours; he’d want one flavour,
then when
he’d had one crisp from the bowl he sent me to put it back
and get
a bowl of a different flavour, then onto the nuts, and back to the
crisps. He had me running back and forth to the table for ages. I
think he just wanted to keep hearing me say “yes
sir” all the
time. This might just sound mildly annoying, but when you think I was
stark bollock naked with my cock flapping about throughout, you
realise how utterly humiliating and demoralising it actually was, not
just annoying.
I was so looking forward to the evening
drinks. I knew the evening would be different to normal for me this
time, and that I would be serving everyone naked but Tilly’s
friends would be gone, and eventually the kids would be sent to bed
leaving us adults to relax. Although I would be serving and not
allowed to get involved in the conversation, I could at least listen
and enjoy the banter and soak up the cozy feel.
I was
getting a bit hungry though, Brad kept taking my food off me and
eating it, even though I was only given the burnt scabby bits off the
grill. It seemed to fill him up pretty quick though. Oddly, I think
the best food you cooked all day uncle Jim sir were the bits you told
me to take to the house and “dispose of quickly”. I
wondered what
could be wrong with them. I’m sorry, but I was so hungry I
didn’t
do what you said. I ate them, they were really tasty, I’m
glad I
wasn’t given them as food or Brad would have eaten them. It
would
have been the best food he had all day. I can’t believe he
wanted
all that scabby burned stuff. I guess he only wanted it because he
was depriving me.
I was glad when aunt Laura took the
girls, their parents and me to the bottom paddock where a frame was
waiting. Thats when you chained me to the frame by my wrist cuffs
uncle Jim sir, and thanks for squeezing my shoulder it made me feel
good. Thankfully the kids; Brad and Elen were left up at the house
with uncle Paul.
After you went back up Aunt Laura did
her sex ed/biology game. Miss Tilly and Miss Carrie were the team
captains. Each team picked a card then one member had to come up and
draw or write the body part onto me. Somehow I ended up with a kidney
on my shoulder, even I know thats wrong.
The girls all seemed
to have enormous fun, and I did too. The girl trying to write
testicle on each of my balls was funny, she refused to put an s on
the end and write it only once. I think she was having fun trying to
tame my now almost flaccid penis the way it kept lolling over her
hands. When she said "that's it" and hardened it up made
everyone laugh.
The girls also seemed so amazed that the
foreskin “slides so smoothly”. It was probably the
buckets of
precum I was producing by that point.
Aunt Laura
explained about making a boy cum but didn’t demonstrate it.
Instead, after questions, she agreed with the mothers that they'd
leave the girls to discover my body on their own, and to ask
questions later. I was able to answer some of the questions though.
The girls girls thwarted out taking turns to 'do
anything' the girls from the winning team went first running their
hands over my body, feeling my penis and my balls. Some seemed
obsessed with holding my bum cheeks. Others stood on the box to kiss
my lips. Obviously I felt objectified but I felt good about it too.
They were all so lovely and some even asked if they could do things
rather than just doing it. The girl who sucked my peenie was very
polite about it.
After this game of exploration they
spent the rest of the early evening playing with me more directly and
seeing how much cum I could make, how often, and how far I could
shoot. We all laughed a lot. I was embarrassed to start with, but so
were they, and by the end I think I had had as much fun as they all
did. The best thing about it was master Brad and miss Elen were not
allowed!
The kids made up for it when I was led back
though. They said you’d sent them up to the shop and were
going to
make a birthday cake for Tilly and I was to be the cake. I saw that
coming! It was supposed to be a team game, but after the first egg
the girls just went mad. Carrie explained to everyone this is how I
got my name in the first place. One of the girls asked if I liked it,
again to Carrie, not to me, Carrie said “He probably
doesn’t, but
it's fun and I like it, so that's all that matters”. It was
fine
really, I’m getting used to being re-caspered, and messy
attention
is better than being hit.
Soon it was time for the guests
to go and for the family to return to our private party. Everyone
left happy and I even got a few kisses on my cheek from the girls and
their mums. A few cheeky peenie squeezes too.
I’ve
always loved our family parties, especially once the younger kids
(Brad and Elen) were sent to bed. It felt great three years ago when
I was first promoted from young kid to ‘adult’ and
allowed to
stay up late, I felt so grown up. Before my promotion I used to hate
the “right then kids'' announcement which signalled it was
bedtime.
I was so excited when I turned 13 knowing I'd be
‘promoted’ and
be allowed to stay up late with the adults and relax and talk and
play games. These are always the best times, the promotion was enough
to make us not act silly, and to behave at night, well I think we
did. As Brad is the oldest at 11 neither of them are at promotion age
yet, so it should be a fairly relaxed evening without them.
Mum
ordered me to clear up after the party and I really worked hard to
clear the garden. I put away all the condiments and wash up the
plates and glasses. I even scrubbed the Bar-b-que. I noticed you and
Miss Tilly were on hand checking that Master Brad was directing me.
I’m pretty sure I could have done it quicker without him
telling me
what to do at every stage.
I served one round of drinks
and it was obvious that the dried bits of cake mix was falling off me
mum suggested to Carrie that she and the kids put me in the bath
before I served anyone else. get washed before I serve more drinks.
Carrie, Tilly and Sue headed for the bathroom while mum made dad take
off his shoes and get a massage from me. His feet stank, mum pointed
it out to him and he said its because I haven’t been
disinfecting
the shoes properly. I didn;t even know I had to.
“You’re not
doing your job properly, and your mother is having to cook
too!” he
snapped at me. “Smell this” he said pressing one of
his sweaty
socks onto my face.
“Sorry sir” was all I could think of
saying.
“If you can’t sort our shoes out properly, what use
are you?” he said forcing his sweaty sock into my mouth.
“You can
keep that there till I say you can spit it out!” He seems so
uptight lately, I don’t think he really likes being around
uncle
Paul either. He’s not like this at home. I pressed my thumbs
around
the balls of his feet and he moaned a little, I ran my thumbs over
each other down the centre and gripped his heel tightly at the base.
The CC site has detailed instructions on how to give foot massages,
sex and cook. Miss Carrie gave me access a couple of weeks ago and
has been making me do her feet ever since. I pressed dad’s
toes
back and forward again then concentrated on the sides of his feet.
Before long Miss Carrie called Brad and Elen to bring me up. As the
came over Dad lent down and squeezed my shoulder. I think that was a
thank you, or an apology, but he didn’t remove the sock.
Brad
led me up the stairs by my penis while Elen pushed my buttocks. At
the bathroom I was instructed to get in and Tilly started to wash me.
The kids sat on the side of the bath staring at me while the girls
talked to each other while lathering me up.
A couple of
years ago I’d be sitting on the bath watching as the kids
were
latehred and rinsed. This turn of dynamics was massively humiliating,
lifting one arm, then the other as soap was rubbed in, sitting naked,
silenced by the sock and hair all soaped. OK Two years ago the kids
would be talking, having fun and playing up, I am mute and obedient.
“Who wants to wash his peenie?” Carrie asked as
both kids rose to
the task. I stood up and they scrubbed my dick, balls and backside.
Master Brad even pushed a soaped finger up into my hole and sprayed
the shower hose up it before I was turned around and Miss Carrie
showed them how to wash under my foreskin. I was dying inside.
“Do
you do this with yours Brad?” she enquired.
“No!” he
scoffed “Mine doesn’t have that stupid bobble hat
on it, I can
clean it easily”
“I want to see it” Elen said
“Tough,
I’m not standing naked like a baby. Thats his job!”
Brad scowled
pointing at me.
“Sit down” Miss Carrie demanded “OK, get
the hose and rinse all this soap off him, and we’ll see if we
need
to comb any more of the floury paste off him.
“Its all matted
into his pubes” Tilly pointed out
“Yeah, tell you what, lets
shave them off” Carrie said to the kid’s delight
“Have you got
any disposables?” She asked. Tilly rummaged around in the
bathroom
cabinet and pulled one out. She returned with a razor and a comb.
“We’ll do his hair and the kids can sort his pubes
while his head
soaks.” Carry offered up, to anxious looks from Sue.
After
combing as much of the dough balls out of my hair as they could
Carrie said they need to re-soap me, but rather than getting the
shampoo just re-lathered my hair with the shaving cream to hoots of
laughter from the kids who joined in smearing it around and onto my
face. I was made to stand while Elen was tasked with combing the
worst of the dried cake doughy blobs out of my pubes before foaming
them up too. Master Bradley was then trusted to shave me. I held my
breath throughout, I was dreading a shaving cut down there. Tilly
looked on apprehensively. He slid the razor down gently and every now
and then jumped and went “oooh.” laughing that he
tricked us into
thinking he’d cut me. Miss Tilly started to make me hard to
get my
willy out of the way while Brad waited patiently holding my balls. As
soon as I was fully erect in front of them all Brad returned to
shaving me. He did a pretty good job, and didn;t actually cut me
which was a bonus. Miss Carrie stroked over my whole pubis region and
made some final razor strokes where Brad had missed. They sat me
down, rinsed, combed and re-washed my hair then I was extracted and
dried.
Now clean, master Brad was asked by mistress
Carrie not to mess me up any more tonight as the fun was over, but
maybe there was some old paint in the shed he could use on me
tomorrow if he was lucky. …...Yeah thanks for that!! All four
of
them went downstairs while I washed the bath and ran a fresh one for
the one of the kids.
“OK kids, bath for you and PJ time
after if you’re good” uncle Paul stated to much
groaning as I
arrived back into the lounge “Do you want Casper to wash you
in the
bath?”
“No, I don’t want him seeing my dick!”
Was Brad’s
rather direct response and they laughed looking straight at my now
bald peenie.
They both ran up the stairs and it was a nice hour
respite for me being able to serve the adults without the constant
goading and taunting of the kids. Your feet felt pretty tense when I
massaged them sir, I guessed it was all the standing you’d
been
doing at the grill. I hope it helped though, I was kind of surprised
when you told me to do it. Dad seemed pretty interested, I think he
enjoyed his. It was kind of him to remove the sock from my mouth too.
It was starting to make me dribble.
When the kids returned
the goading started almost immediately. As I went to the kitchen to
make some coffees and get the mints Brad followed me. I loaded the
tray and he stopped me. “Make that hard before you go back
in.”
he ordered, then they both laughed and pointed at it swaying out in
front of me while I served the drinks. I’m going to really
swat
that little shit when I’m free again.
I was so glad to
finally hear you say “OK kids..”. We all knew what
that meant,
the disappointed look on master Brad’s face was perfect, I
raised
my eyebrow smugly to him letting him know he was still minor to me
for some things, even if I was still supplicant to him for everything
else.
I really wasn’t expecting to hear uncle Paul say
“Time to put Casper to bed, and when you get back you can
both stay
up late tonight” I felt it was especially unfair not only
sending
me to bed early, but being put to bed by the kids. Elen led me out by
the hand, I looked behind hoping someone would call me back as it was
all a big joke, but no one did. I admit you all looked a little
shocked, but no one said anything. I noticed Tilly giving something
to Brad and both of them laughing.
Brad caught us up and
they both goaded me all the way to the shed about how they were
staying up and little caspy was going to beddy-byes.
Master
Brad tucked me into my sheet on the shed floor, crouched down and
popped a dummy in my mouth. They both laughed a coochi-cooed at me.
He told me he was really looking forward to having me serve all his
friends at his party later in the year. All the time he was stroking
my hair like a parent.
He pulled the dummy out and asked
me how many times I wank when I'm alone. I'd had enough by this point
and directed the question straight back at him. He pulled the sheets
off me exposing me to Elen again and twisted my nipple. "Shall I
tell Carrie you're talking out of turn? Or maybe Tilly. You're scared
of her aren't you."
"Sorry sir, please don't sir"
He lifted his foot signalling that I should kiss them, so I
complied.
"You were very rude asking me if I wank, that was
a really personal and embarrassing question. Don't ever ask me that
again, it's personal and rude” he scolded
“Now….how many times
do you wank?"
I answered about 2 or 3, hoping they would
just go away if I did everything they demanded.
"Do you do
it every night?"
I answered "yes sir, if I'm able"
choking on this new deeply personal humiliation. Both kids sniggered.
"Do it for us now. We want to see you cum.” he
insisted
He put the dummy back in my mouth and I started my
task. I lay there on the floor, naked with my cock in hand wanking at
the order of my youngest cousins, both watching intensely.
Elen
wants to see what you showed Tilly's friends, and I don't want her to
miss it, so don't cum without MY permission, or you’ll be
wearing
some of this paint." he pointed to the various mucky and dented
tins on shelves.
"Yes sir" I mumbled through the
dummy. Not only am I wanking for them now but he controls when I cum,
this can't get any worse.
I closed my eyes and thought of Doug,
then of Yurgen, then both of them together.
“please can I cum
sir”
“No” he said, slapping my tummy and they both
laughed
at me. He walked around and sat on my legs. "Elen. Look at this"
He said, as held a flower bulb against the end of my cock with both
hands and pulled it back towards him, it started to hurt as it
strained. "Ready, go!" He let go and my erect cock
catapulted the bulb toward Elen. It fell short and hit me in the
face. “Open your mouth” he demanded
"Let me do it, see
if I can get it in" Elen said as they swapped places. She fired
two off, one went further and the other dropped on my chest. After a
couple of swaps they gave up on their game which wasn’t too
soon in
my opinion as the base of my cock was starting to ache.
"Well
get on with it then, Elen wants to see you squirt" He yapped
pointing at my cock and I started wanking again. This time Elen was
sitting on my legs inches away from it. About a minute in I asked
again.
"Please can I cum sir"
"No"
Brad said again laughing.
"Oh Brad I want to see it squirt"
Elen whined
"I know but this is far more fun" He said
putting my wrist cuffs on me and clipping my wrists to my collar.
"It'll drive him crazy. I wanna see him cum too, we'll come back
in the morning I promise. And I'll show you then. We can even play
the catapult game again if you want.”
They stood up, covered
the sheet over me and tucked me in. Ruffling my hair and said
“night
night squirt” and kissed me on the forehead like I was his
child. I
think the hair ruffling and kiss annoyed me more than the forced
masterbation. "Oh and one last thing" He said and let out a
gut wrenching smelly fart before jumping out and slamming the door,
leaving the light on. I could hear them both giggling all the way
back to the house.
"I'm gonna play the catapult game at my
party" I heard Brad declair.
They left me in that stench
with a denied orgasm and no question of who was now in charge.
I
lay there wide awake for ages feeling totally dejected and desperate
to cum. I could hear all the voices and laughter drifting from the
house to the shed, it was stiflingly hot in there.
I
guessed that someone had sent Brad to turn the light off at some
point because about an hour or so after they’d put me to bed
the
door unlocked and he came in. I could still hear voices from the
house so I knew you were all still up. The first thing he said was
“How’s baby? We’re having lots of fun in
the house. I’ve been
allowed to drink some wine tonight too. Uncle Jim told me to come and
turn out the light.” Which he did almost immediately leaving
the
shed in total darkness except for a sliver of moon light above the
work bench. “Close your eyes” he said as he pulled
my sheet off.
“If you open them I’ll paint you now!” I
closed my eyes and
waited. It was a couple of minutes
“Are you still there sir?”
I asked. He slapped me across my face
“I didn’t say you
could talk” He snapped, then “As you like this so
much I’m
going to give it to you. I’ve seen this on films I looked at
and
wanted to try it” With that he squeezed my cheeks forcing my
mouth
open and he pushed his now hard cock into my mouth. It really was
bigger than I expected for his age, long enough to make me gag.
“Oh
man, this feels good” he said “stop making those
noises” I
tried not to gag but he was ramming it harder in. Unfortunately my
reflex action was to suck him, I probably would have been better off
laying dumb with my mouth open. “You’re hard you
perv! You’ve
been wanting my cock in your mouth since you got here.” He
snapped
as he grabbed my dick. He let go and grabbed my head, it was a bit
awkward considering my wrists were still clipped to my collar. With
both hands he pressed my face against his little flat stomach then
pulled it away. “Suck harder bitch” he said as he
repeated again
and again. It didn’t take him long before he shot his load, I
wasn’t ready for it, I was amazed he could cum. It hit the
back of
my throat and I choked. He didn’t release me though
“swallow it.
Have me inside you so you remember who’s boss” he
jerkily said as
his convulsions finalised. “Oh man, that was good! I want to
try
fucking next” he quipped. I hoped this wasn’t
something he was
coming back for. “Fuck!” he said again.
“Here, let me help you,
but ask!” he reached down while he was recovering and started
wanking me off again. He was shaking with excitement from cumming. I
was ashamedly horny at this point, it felt like it didn’t
take
long.
“Please sir, can I cum?” I humiliatingly had to
beg.
“No” he said, instantly letting go. He wiped his
dick
on my chin and squeezed a bit more cum out which he wiped around my
face ensuring he had enough for my eyebrows. “I feel really
good
now, I just want to cover you in paint and do that all over
again.”
he randomly proclaimed.
“Please can I cum for you sir?” I
thought making it about him would get me release but he
wasn’t
fooled.
“If I fuck you would I put it here?” He asked
pressing a finger against my hole
“Yes sir”
“Good
job we cleaned it well earlier. I fired the hose right up
there!”
He grabbed the underside of my knees and pushed my legs up. Again,
out of reflex I inadvertently helped by rolling my legs back for him.
He pushed his finger all the way in. “Woah!” he
said pulling it
out again. I felt something at my mouth which I assumed was his
finger, I opened up to let it in and sucked it clean.
“Can I
open my eyes now sir?”
“No!” he said, it sounded like he
was wanking. I couldn’t believe he’d recovered in
only a couple
of minutes. Maybe he couldn’t cum, but he was definitely hard
again, it probably hadn’t fully gone down, the horny little
fucker.
Thats when I felt it. Slightly softer than a finger
stabbing around my hole. His finger came in to probe for the hole
again and then as he sunk his fingertip in his cock joined it.
Pulling his finger away he pressed his cock into my hole. It was rock
hard. With no lube it hurt like mad as he pushed. I think it hurt him
too as he pulled back a bit. I felt what I assumed was spit land on
my hole and he wiped it on his shaft then pressed again. He was in,
he pushed fully, I moaned my objection noise. “Shh,
they’ll hear.
Just shut up and take it” He rested a second then pulled back
and
pushed again. “Oh, this feels good” He exclaimed as
he started
his rhythm, wanking himself with my hole. “Open your eyes and
look
at me”
I opened my eyes and looked at his face. It was the
only thing illuminated in the moonlight, his evil little face just
glared at me smugly. I closed my eyes again.
“Open them and
watch me fuck you” he demanded as he banged his balls harder
against me. I looked up at him as he stared down at me victoriously
“Oh fuck!” He said as he grabbed my cock and
started wanking it
again. “If you cum I’ll fucking paint
you” He growled as he
banged harder.
Moments later “Please can I cum sir?” I
yelped. He let go continuing to bang at me.
“Fuuuuuuck!” he
snapped again and I felt hot juice fill my hole. “Oh
man!” he
exclaimed as he pulled out and shuffled over on his knees. He piped
more cum onto my face and made me suck him clean. “Did you
see my
cock?” he asked
“No sir”
“Good! Close your eyes,
it's not for you to see. Only I see yours!” he demanded, then
“Oh
fuck….woow” Then I felt warm fluid on my stomach.
“I just
needed a piss, it's like all backed up in there. I needed it the
first time too, but it went away” as the last couple of
squirts hit
my chin. “Wow! I enjoyed that! What do you say?”
“It was
ok sir” I said
“Don’t be rude. Manners! What do you
say?”
he said squeezing my nipple.
“Thank you sir” I tried.
"Yeah!
If you tell anyone you're dead!" He said pulling up his PJ
bottoms and walking out slamming the door. I lay there uncovered,
frustrated, covered in piss and with his cum slowly running out of my
arse hoping the night would end soon.
slave
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Party
boy
I'm amazed he came once let alone
twice! Wow! He told us he was telling you a story to stop you crying.
Go Bradley!
They are truly annoying children, why do
you think we gave them you to play with? You make a good toy! It was
the only way we could keep them away from us. You must still show
them full respect though at all times.
I gave you that
meat for you to eat well away from Brad. There's no point having a
slave if it is too weak to work!
I always thought that
Brad was one kid that really needs to go to the wrong photobooth if
you know what I mean. But now when I hear how he treated you in the
shed, I think he could make a good slave driver with the right
training he certainly has imagination. I may invest more time in
him.
I went out early on Sunday to play golf with your
father. It makes me laugh to hear you call him dad, as a slave you
shouldn’t really be calling him that, but I guess
he’s more
sentimental than I am.
Mr. Jenkins
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From:
Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject:
RE Party
Sir
Early the next morning master Brad
unlocked the shed door, it was still quite dark so it must have been
very early. He switched on the light, pulled my sheet back and
unclipped my wrist cuffs from my neck. “Thank you
sir” I said, my
arms were aching from being bent like that all night.
“I
see you are ready for us” he said pointing at my morning
glory,
causing me some embarrassment “Show Elen what you were doing
for
the girls yesterday then” he ordered.
I reached down
and started to wank. It was difficult as both hands were still
clipped together, but I was able to get some movement, and before
long Elen was squealing excitedly as I squirted a good jet of cum up
my stomach and onto my chest.
"Did you see his face when
he squirted" Elen laughed as they both mimicked my expression to
each other laughing. I lay with a fuzzy head with my cock slowly
deflating having performed the most personal of acts and they were
laughing at me about it.
Brad ordered me to sit up and
then chained my cuffs to a rusty lawnmower that was next to me.
“I
didn’t tell you you could cum” he said, looking at
my dripping
and deflating dick. He found a large tub of white emulsion and popped
the lid off.
“Please sir, don’t do this, I’ll do
anything,
please” I begged.
I looked at Elen "Please, I've been
good I did what you wanted. Please don't do this, I Will do anything"
she just grinned and twisted her legs together.
“You’re a
slave, you have to do anything I say anyway Scott” Brad
retorted as
he poured the paint over my head. There wasn’t much in the
tub, but
enough to cover my head completely, then using his hands he spread
the paint all over my chest, arms and even rubbed it into my cock,
looking defiantly into my face as he did. “There, you really
look
like a ghost now don’t you Scott Jenkins” he said
admiring his
work, somehow knowing full well what my free name was doing to me.
“Its only 5.30, we’re going back to bed, see you
later boy, we
might make you squirt for us again” With that they left and
locked
the door. I could hear them joking on their way to ther house
“whats
this?” …….”casper’s
squirting face” and they giggled
I
managed to lay back down, still chained to the lawnmower, and fell
back to sleep. The shed door opened again and there stood mistress
Tilly and Brad. “Casper what are you playing at?”
she growled,
she could see I was chained up so couldn’t possibly have done
this
to myself. She unchained me and told me to get out.
“We’ve been
waiting for breakfast why haven’t you served us?”
Wasn’t it
obvious? I thought.
"Sorry miss"
I
followed mistress Tilley out of the shed and into the sunlight, which
reflected brightly off the dried paint on my body. I felt my head,
the thicker blob of paint in my hair wasn't dry yet but sticky and
going off. “We’re having tea and toast out here,
hurry up then I
want master Brad to deal with the mess you,ve got yourself into. I
served them all breakfast, stealing bites of toast in the kitchen as
I shuffled back and forth fulfilling orders.
I noticed
Brad was wearing a really nice T-shirt which was far too big for him
and wasn't the sort of thing I'd expect to see him in. He also had
the labels still on it too, so I guessed there had been a round of
presents last night while I was in bed. While I was serving Brad
asked everyone “Whats this?” and pulled a face. No
one could
answer so Elen chipped in
“Its Casper’s squirt face” there
was an awkward pause as no one really got the joke.
“Ohh have
you got a cum face?” Aunt Jane asked mischievously. I really
didn’t
need this.
“I guess ma’am” I answered
“Did you kids
see that last night? Well, come round the front here and show us
all”
She gestured to me. I nervously moved into view of everyone and
pulled a face. “No, do it properly, I want to see how good
Brad’s
impression was. Kneel there so we can all see”. I hesitated,
this
was far too much. I know everyone at school has seen me wank, and
some have done it to me, but theres something a bit taboo in front of
practically the whole family. The sex ed thing was kind of OK, it was
educational, but this was just for entertainment and frankly
humiliating. “Do it!” she demanded.
I knelt down and
started to wank for the family. It would have been more awkward if
you and dad had also been there, but mum was there. She
didn’t look
like she wanted to see it, but I think she decided it wasn’t
worth
getting into a fight to stop. So for the second time in about 3 hours
my youngest cousins were watching me wank, this time accompanies by
Paul, Jane, Tilly and Sue. I tugged away with my eyes closed just
trying to get it over with as soon as possible. I reached the start
of my orgasm and felt my back and chest tighten, my arms tightened
and I stopped breathing, I made the last couple of tugs and done!. I
fired off a few streams. As I caught my breath and rested the last
few convulsions I heard laughter, I opened my eyes to find both Brad
and Elen on either side of me pulling faces.
“Well done kids,
you were both very close to it, maybe a bit redder” Jane
laughed.
My head felt like a balloon slowly deflating from degradation and
shame. “Well get on with clearing up then” She
ordered. I rose
and took my softening dribbling dick with me.
After I’d
cleared up and washed up I was taken to the end of the garden by Sue,
Brad and Elen and hosed and scrubbed to remove the paint. Most of it
came off, but I still had a bit of a fresian pattern on my chest. On
the way back to the house I noticed Paul had got the incinerator bin
out of the shed and had lit it, throwing paper and wood in to get it
really burning.
I served tea and while they drank Miss
Tilly said “Daddy wants you to scrub the patio slabs. You can
start
here and by the time you get to the table we’ll have been
finished
so you can move it and do there. Here's a bucket of soapy water, and
here’s your brush” She held up a stiff scrubbing
brush with some
kind of cuff attached. “Daddy made this for you. Brad has
agreed to
manage you, but he will be busy later so you have to be good....
Brad, he’s all yours”
Brad came over, grabbed my peenie and
played with it a bit. This direct access of my private body parts at
will is still disconcerting, but I resisted the urge to flinch.
“This
has to be hard” he said, letting go of my now plump member
and
nodding at it for me to bring it to full size. He fumbled with the
buckle of the cuff on the brush while I fluffed up. Once fully erect
he slid the cuff over my shaft and started doing up the buckles.
“I
had fun last night,” he said looking into my eyes for signs
of
disturbance, which he found to his pleasure. “I think I may
have a
use for you yet casper!” The buckle now tight on my shaft he
indicated for me to kneel. He threw a bucket of soapy water at me
“Now scrub. I’ll refresh the water later.”
I got down on
my front and thrust my hips to scrub the concrete tiles. Master Brad
threw another couple of buckets of soapy water over me for fun while
soaping my hair with washing up liquid which fairly soon ran into my
eyes. He hovered with me for a bit just to gain pleasure from his
‘creation’ before skipping off. I was generally
left alone with
the action against the brush keeping me hard. I felt like a pool bug,
just slowly fuck-scrubbing my way around the patio while everyone
else gathered around the incinerator talking and laughing, a weird
choice on such a hot day. Aunt Laura and mum had gone inside for some
reason. Jim, Sir, is it an incinerator or a brasier, anyway it's your
dustbin fire thing.
I could see Brad trying on clothes out
of the corner of my eye. Some were piled beside him, and some were
taken off and thrown into the incinerator bin. I couldn’t see
exactly what was going on through the sting of the soap, but I knew I
would when I got nearer the table. He continued on with Jane and Paul
oohing or naying and the clothes either kept or burned. I
couldn’t
work out why they would come all the way here for a clearout and not
do it at home, maybe they were looking for Tilly’s input.
Every
now and then someone would pour another bucket of soapy water over
me, but I was generally ignored for the rest of the morning. Well, I
say that, Brad and Elen couldn’t resist running over and
taunting
me, or to hold my balls as I thrusted. Brad sometimes slapped my arse
for missing a bit, or manhandled my hips to get a certain spot. He
was wearing something different each time only to be called back to
try something else on.
That's when I noticed my holiday
bag. My brand new clothes bought for the Clandu holiday were strewn
over the grass. I suppose this was my answer to my freedom process.
I’m never going to be allowed clothes again, so
I’ll never be
free. Brad ran over, “what do you think of this?”
he said to me,
I’m not sure if he knew he was goading me. I fought back
tears but
couldn’t speak. “Naa me neither” he ran
back with the label
flapping behind him, pulled it off and threw it into the incinerator.
I stopped scrubbing, I was frozen to the spot. The 3 bags
of my clothes from the loft were also torn open and strewn in the
garden. Paul took a whole handful and dumped it in the incinerator. I
got up, went through the house, out to the street and collapsed in
front of the wall and cried. I'm a slave forever, repeating this
degrading scene over and over again.
Mistress Tilly came
out, I wish it had been Sue, but she was reasonably sympathetic. She
never asked why I was crying, just put an arm around me. I rested my
head against her and she kissed it. She gave me about 10 minutes and
said “Come back to the garden, I’ll have to get
Brad to punish
you for running away”. She said it softly, there was no
anger, it
was just matter or fact.
I felt lost and defeated. The
only thing I have to do now is avoid being taken by CC or sold. Maybe
it will be less humiliating if I was sold and could serve strangers.
I set my mind to thinking about this, and maybe a strategy for
joining Eetu on the farm.
No one knows why I walked out,
no one asked. Brad just thought he had won, and well he had. I was
crushed.
I continued to quietly serve and be
punished until you got back from golf.
I don’t
understand why mum and dad were shouting at Paul so much, I only
heard the noise, not the words. I have stopped caring about your
family now anyway. I’ll serve until I can get out of it.
slave
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Party
You missed a bit on the patio ;)
casper,
I regret what happened to your clothes while your dad and I were out
but life is full of misunderstandings, it is not a sign of how your
freedom process is going.
I understand you had problems
with your master Brad, but he is young and I think with good training
he will make a perfect master to you. Just look how you thrived with
young Mr. Storring who is only a year older than your master Brad,
and by your descriptions seems much less developed.
Now,
don’t do anything silly, you are far better with our family
than
anyone else.
Mr. J Jenkins
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From:
Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject:
RE Party
Casper
Its been 3 weeks and I’ve not
heard anything from you. What is happening?
Mr.
Jenkins
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To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
From:
CuteSue@Freemails.com
Subject:
Casper
Hi Sue darling
I hope University life is
going well for you, we can’t wait to see you at the end of
the
month.
Would you do me a huge favour and drop into Uncle Bill’s
for the weekend on your way down to us for your study leave
please?
I haven’t heard anything from Scotty since the
party. Sorry, make sure you only call him casper, your little cousin
Bradley really screwed with the poor boy’s head something
terrible
by calling him Scott. The little bastard!
I’m worried
about casper and so is his father. I just need you to check Carrie
isn’t going too far and that he is stable and not about to do
anything stupid.
Uncle Paul had a lot to answer for after
Tilly’s party; burning all Scott’s clothes without
testing them
for size was outrageous, and I think this could be a massive setback
in casper’s mindset. He believes that he is not going to be
registered for freedom, which seems to be the only thing keeping the
poor boy going.
Remember casper is still a slave and you
must treat him that way, having him realise that he can have a good
life in servitude will take his mind off believing freedom is his
only path. I know you loved Scott dearly, but right now pretend Scott
doesn’t exist. Carrie has done a very good job training him
so far
and we can’t let any of that lapse and risk Compliance
Control
confiscation. CC has been watching him closely since Bill raised the
freedom paperwork and we can’t allow any of Scott’s
headstrong
impulsiveness to slip back into casper, regardless whether the
process ever gets moving again or not.
If you must get
chatty with the boy then remember that bloody collar of his. Carrie
and Uncle Bill still believe CC are listening in to every word they
say to him.
Its a big ask, but if you get a chance try
and get your uncle Bill to relax a bit and see the benefits of owning
a slave. Organise a nice foot massage for uncle Bill from casper or
something, Bill was his father so should reap all the benefits of
owning a slave. Casper is pretty good at it massages so get one
yourself while you’re there.
Love
Dad