Helping My Brother
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 14

(Notes from the journal of Craig Soffel)

Dad and I had a little dinner party for my Uncle Peter and his son Norman. And for the occasion Marty was the guest of honor, so he sat at the dinner table along with us. I had Marty dressed in a classic bellboy outfit, with pillbox hat.

He hated me for making him wear that outfit, but as I was getting him dressed for the party, it sure got me turned on; getting my big lug-brained brother dressed up in a classic bellboy outfit. He looked super cute.

At the dinner party dad announced what he had already told me earlier; that he was signing the ownership of Marty over to me; and extending the terms of his will so that if anything should happen to himself or me, Marty would become the property of Norman rather than the state.

Dad explained, "Marty and his brother get along so well that I just thought this would be the best for both Marty and Craig. And should anything happen to us, I just want to make sure that Marty stays in the family. I think it's what we all want."

Uncle Peter patted his son on the back, "Well Norman, this sure is generous of your uncle." Norman nodded seriously, "Thank you so much, Uncle. I assure you that should anything happen to you two, and I pray that it doesn't, Marty will be in good hands."

Uncle Peter was blunt, "And you'll be in good hands too, Norman. Do you know how much a lifer slave like Marty is worth?"

Norman very much perked up and wanted to hear how much money he could possibly be inheriting, but Dad didn't like thinking of Marty in terms of money. He quickly moved the conversation to more pleasant things, such as work projects he had planned for Marty in the future.

When Uncle Peter and Norman finally left, after all of us, except for Marty, had consumed a good bit of wine, dad poured three glasses of wine, and gave one, finally, to Marty. He invited us into the living room; he took a seat on the couch, and had me sit on one side of him, and Marty on the other.

Dad raised his glass in a toast, "Boys, I think we all made some mistakes here in recent weeks. But the past is behind us and hopefully we can move on. Marty, I want you to know that Craig has been feeling awful over what happened; how he wrote you up improperly, and you ending up getting indentured for life. But Craig has told me that he has learned a lot from all of this, and that from now on he will be a much more responsible overseer. He told me he now knows just how valuable you are, and he is going to treat you like gold."

We all took a drink.

Dad set his glass down on the coffee table and put one of his hands on my leg, and one on Marty's leg. He rubbed our legs affectionately, "We are so lucky to have each other. And what pleases me is how our situation is helping both of you boys." "Marty, you have become such a well behaved boy, and Craig is learning how to be a most responsible adult. Marty, I want you to know that even though Craig and I still have to use a lot of physical discipline on you, we do it out of love. The spankings we have to give you are not punishments, but loving correctives. We do not discipline you in order to cause you pain for your misbehavior; we use strict discipline on you only because it truly helps you to become a better servant. We simply want you to be the best that you can be!"

Dad threw an arm around Marty, "Both Craig and I so much hate having to hear you, our own little server-guy, crying out during a spanking. But we find comfort in knowing that each one of your screams means that you are learning an important lesson! So Marty, we just want you to know that no matter how naughty you are, and no matter how much we have to discipline you, you will always be our very special little bellhop buckaroo."

Dad had been telling me ever since Marty was delivered to our home as a lifer servant that we should constantly be referring to him with affectionate diminutives, such as 'buckaroo', 'server-boy', 'button', and 'bumblebee', because it would help him to understand that he was no longer like us free people, nor would he ever be again. He was now a very different kind of animal. He had a status very different from a free person. He was now an object. Our object. One we respected, loved and cared for, but an object nonetheless.

Dad's talk of controlling Marty, together with his rubbing my thigh was making me feel very good. It must have felt good to Marty too, because I saw him open up his legs wider.

I was feeling very warm towards Marty, and the wine helped me to express my true feelings. "Bro, I know you must find it humiliating; all the things they did to your body. I mean, look at yourself. You're all decked out like a regular mule slave. A big, dumb, lug-headed, mule slave. But I want you to know that there's nothing to be ashamed of, and everything to be proud of... Just as it's no big deal for little babies to be seen naked by everyone, so it's no big deal for server boys to be seen all properly rigged up. Because you are a special sort of human being, bro; the kind of human being we all should strive to be; one who lives to serve another. My calling is not as noble as yours. Your calling is to serve me. That is more noble than my calling, which is to be served by you for the rest of my life."

"Let's face it bro, no one will ever think of you as anything more than a big, lug-headed, draft slave. You look just like the kind of slave kids laugh at when they see one on the street, and shout out jokes about how dumb you must be to have ended up as a total dork slave. And they are right, Marty. You did behave like some lug-headed dummy to end up where you are. The fact that you ended up as my bosom slave, my nighttime piss drinker, my endless fuck toy; with your banded balls and mohawked head; means you did some pretty dumb things along the way. But that's okay, because I love you just the way you are: big, dumb, and cute."

I leaned over, and gave Marty a big sloppy smooch on his cheek. I was feeling so much in love with Marty.

Dad must have been feeling the same way I was, because he smooched Marty from the other side, and then asked quietly, "Marty, how would you like to go with your brother into the bedroom and suck out a nice refreshing health drink for yourself?"

Dad then started rubbing Marty's shoulders affectionately, "You're Craig's little woman now, son. And as such you have to service him whenever he wants. You're Craig's little missy now, and he gets to play with your tits, ass, and pussy, all he wants."

I undid a few buttons of Marty's shirt, reached in, and started tweaking one of his titty nipples. Gawd that felt awesome being able to do that to my own brother.

I asked Marty if he wanted to suck on my college boy tits in return. He didn't answer, but he wasn't unresponsive; he just seemed more submissive than he ever did before.

Dad and I both started undressing Marty. As we undressed him dad spoke gently to Marty, "You are Craig's little cub brother, and slurping up his boy juice will help you to become a better server boy. Why don't we all go into the bedroom now so you can show us what a good little slave boy you can be."

We both helped the now naked Marty to stand up, as dad encouraged him, "Come along, Marty. Craig is your man now, and he is going to do his manly duty and breed you."

We took Marty into the bedroom and dad and I both got naked. Dad rubbed Marty affectionately, "You are our very own little animal boy."

I got on the bed and dad gently guided Marty to get on all fours, and lean over me, "Okay, Marty, time for you to suck some college boy dick."

It was awesome having my very own little lifetime bare buckaroo feasting on my man-tube, like a baby suckling at its mommy's tit. Dad commented, "Marty, you should be happy to be able to get so up- close and personal with your lifetime overseer's cock!"

As Marty sucked me, his tit and ear rings jingled as his mohawked head bobbed up and down, I encouraged him, "Oh bro, this is fantastic!"

Dad complimented Marty, "Son, you are making your new overseer for life very proud of you!"

I wanted dad to get in on the action, so I touched Marty on the head, "Marty, why don't you start doing duty on dad's cock now. Let's see how much juice you can suck out of dad!"

Marty obediently knelt over dad and took his cock; from which the both of us came; into his mouth and got to work. And he raised his ass for me, almost inviting me to get to work fucking him.

I lubed up and slowly entered Marty's hole as he sucked our dad. The feeling was unbelievable and I expressed them. "Oh bro, this awesome feeling I have when I'm sexing you is beyond belief. To know that I control your very life, call all the shots, own your freedom; it makes my dick harder than steel, and for that I love you.

I reached under Marty as I fucked him and grasped his cock, which was also steel hard. To my surprise it was wet and slimy with his precum. "Wow man, you've been enjoying this. Do you want me to juice your man berries, bro?"

As Marty slobbered on dad's knob he gurgled, "Yes".

I pumped his slave dick, and it felt like I was milking a big dumb cow, so pliant did Marty seem and feel to me.

As I pumped Marty's dick, I upped the thrusting power and speed of my fucks. As I did so dad raised his hips up high as if to get as much of his cock into Marty's mouth as possible.

It was glorious, and I expressed myself as I pumped my hips, "I'm fucking you hard, Marty, but you need this. This whole thing for me has been about helping my brother, and I intend to keep doing that, bro, for the rest of my life. It's what you need!"

As I fucked Marty, I pumped his dick with one hand, and squeezed his tit nipples with the other. When I could feel myself start on the road to climaxing, I could tell that Marty and dad were on the same path. As we all started shooting our juice loads Marty cried out loud in ecstasy, "Oh my gawwd, dad, Craig, please don't ever let me ever go. Please help me to be the best cub bitch-boy, wifelet, piss drinking, cock sucking, hard working, mule slave there ever was in the whole wide world!"

As the three of us lay entwined on the bed afterwards, we all knew that we were one of the most blessed families on the planet. Dad and I had finally gotten Marty to the point at which we had wanted him all along; accepting of his servile status.

I turned over and started licking Marty's face, as he giggled like the big dumb happy mule slave that he finally realized he was. Dad joined in the fun and started to playfully tickle the family slave.

The experts were right. You can develop a properly servile attitude in any indentured person if you work hard enough at it and follow the advice of professionals.

My brother, Marty, proved the correctness of their training methods. Marty started out as a defiant, willful, reckless, and disobedient servant until we started in on him. We gave him a steady diet of on- the-spot tawsings, strappings, and over the knee spankings for the slightest infractions. We got him used to having our piss be a steady part of his diet. We'd tether him into the most humiliating positions for any backtalk. We constantly talked down to him and treated him as if he were a dim-witted child. And of course he had to provide us with a full range of cock sucking and pit and ass licking, as well as a host of other sexual services, on top of taking the hard nightly fuckings he got from me.

Now Marty is a proper servant who loves obeying at all times and trying to constantly please dad and me. We love having our own family lifer slave serve us. And best of all, Marty loves it as well.

The End.

Posted: 07/13/12