The Older Brother Pt 02

(This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is commonplace for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture.

All characters who are enslaved or have any intimate/sexual contact with slaves are 18 years of age or older

. Children in this story are

not involved in any manner in sex

. This is fiction; no one should ever be deprived of free will nor used sexually without his or her uncoerced permission.)

(Our story so far, based on a detailed plot outline from

Lee B.:

Jim and Helen Prince were successful and wealthy, operating their own Pony Girl training ranch in East Texas. Their eldest child was 25-year-old Billy Prince, a constant screwup who caused them nothing but exasperation. Their second child, 18-year-old Maria, wanted to get slave-graded like other 18-year-old young women in Texas, but she didn't want her friends or especially her parents to judge her. So Maria asked Billy to take her to the Longhorn Slave Market without telling anyone. Trouble was, Bill not only resented his sister but had a desperate need for money to support his own child, Christine, and her mother Rose, the only woman who (in his mind at least) had ever loved him. So he "modified" the power of attorney and had Maria auctioned off as a slave.)

(The plot was foiled, but not before Maria was traumatized, nipple-pierced, and ALMOST branded. To avoid her having to testify at Billy's trial--a trial that would have led to his enslavement for 25 years to life--his father told his disowned son that he would instead allow him to voluntarily indenture himself for 16 years as a pony boy stallion. Bill had agreed to accept that indenture on the condition that his father cared for Christine and Rose.)

*****

Glowing almost white, the branding head with an outline Longhorn skull and horns seared into the helpless male's left ass cheek. The pain caused every muscle in his body--including his cock--to tense, but only a slight "uuhh" escaped from his mouth past the bite-stick. The Longhorn Slave Market's head smith was accustomed to every reaction to branding, ranging from fainting to pissing to screaming to--well, crapping, but he had rarely seen such a stoic acceptance of a new brand. The branding put the final touch, physical as well as mental, on Bill's enslavement, but the young man had decided to suffer through it so long as his daughter and her mother received care from the family. He barely noticed the disinfectant and pain-killer sprayed onto the new wound but welcomed the ibuprofen tablets that the smith handed him to swallow. Ten minutes later, still in shock, the new slave was kneeling, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, inside a large dog cage for shipment. The only visible sign of his suffering was that he held himself very erect so that his lacerated buttock didn't press against his heels.

Sixty miles away, Maria was still shaking with anger and a sense of betrayal that her own brother would sell her into slavery. Her Mom had arranged for a psychological counselor to talk with her, and a red-faced Maria had described her harrowing experience, but she couldn't get past the sense of betrayal. Finally, her mother had promised that she could oversee the training of their newest pony boy/stallion, her ex-brother Billy. Her father agreed that, just like any other new acquisition, the pony boy should get the ranch brand--a capital P surmounted by a stylized crown--on his right buttock to match the Longhorn brand on his left. When she told her father that she wanted to have the words "Judas--30 pieces of silver" tattooed as a sort of tramp stamp across the small of Billy's back, Jim had replied that she would have to wait six months or so--there was already too much chance of infection from two large brands plus nipple rings all within days of each other. "How 'bout we wait until your next birthday; if you're still angry enough then, you can take him to the tattoo parlor, OK?" Maria grumbled but reluctantly agreed to wait.

Which didn't mean her fucktard brother was going to get off easy, of course. Mr. Prince had agreed that Maria could borrow the bitchiest, most ball-busting female wrangler on the ranch to train Bill to her specifications. It was ironic that this wrangler had been christened Angela, for she was as far from angelic as one could imagine. She had a reputation for being a hard trainer, a devil in cowboy boots, and hardest of all on young stallions, whom she delighted in humiliating and torturing. She had butted heads with Billy on several occasions in the past about training matters, and she assured "Mizz Maria" that she was looking forward to having him as a "trainee."

Angela giggled gleefully as Maria described how she wanted to outfit her ex-brother, rechristened "Judas." Both of his nipples would be pierced--just as he had Maria's pierced--with tiny bells attached permanently, tinkling with every move he made. Judas would be equipped with the largest-diameter of ponytail butt plug and a restrictive cock cage, to be removed only twice a day--each time while his arms were bound or he was cuffed to a wall--for defecation and cold water enemas. And she wanted liquid Viagra added to his food to ensure that the cock cage was always filled, giving him a thorough case of blue balls.

Yet, although she didn't say anything at the time, even Angela was worried by the venom with which the heiress to the ranch prescribed a training regimen for "Judas." After the minimum ten days to recover from a double-branding, the new slave would be subjected to five hours of carriage training every morning and four hours of weight-lifting each afternoon, six days a week. Uncertain as to what she should do about this excessive approach, Angela privately told the stablemaster, Alejandro, what "Judas" was supposed to do. Without directly countermanding Maria's wishes, Alejandro put out an e-mail to all the wranglers, with copies to the Prince family, reminding them of the minimum rest and maximum exercise levels for trainee and experienced ponies--this gave Angela some defense against Maria's most extreme demands. The ranch had a legal as well as fiduciary responsibility to keep the valuable livestock healthy and functional, but even within Alejandro's guidelines "Judas" was in for a tough two months, made worse by the fact that he completely understood the ranch's training procedures so he would know what was coming at every stage.

*****

Helen Prince was heartbroken by what her firstborn had done and was now enduring; she privately prayed that her incensed daughter and her own husband would relent about the retribution they were inflicting on Bill/Judas. Her immediate concern, however, was to ensure that two newly-discovered members of her family didn't suffer as a consequence of her son's sins. She parked her king-cab truck outside a dilapidated but scrupulously clean trailer on the edge of town and rapped gently on the patched screen door of the trailer.

Helen was startled by the smiling six-year old girl who answered the door and invited her to enter; for a moment, the darkhaired little girl with twinkling eyes reminded her forcibly of her own daughters at that age.

"Is your name Christine?" Helen asked, kneeling down to put herself on the same level as her first granddaughter. The two had a fun little conversation, but the tone got much more serious when Christine's mother, Rose, appeared, and Helen had to tell her--using words that she hoped the little girl didn't understand--what had happened to Billy. After that shocking discussion, Helen paused, and then plunged ahead:

"Rose, as far as I'm concerned you two are part of the family. I'd REALLY like to have you move out to the ranch, where I've cleaned out Billy's bedroom and put in a second bed and some child-sized furniture for Christine. We'd love to have you, and no one in the family would dream of blaming you two for what happened to him. At least come stay with us for a few days so we can get to know each other."

The matriarch had already read the riot act to her husband and remaining children, telling them in no uncertain terms that they were never to blame the two new arrivals for what Bill had done, nor were they to tell Christine who "Judas" was. There was some tension during the first few days, but quickly the other daughters became willing babysitters for their cute niece, while Rose got a significant allowance as well as a functional 8-year-old car complete with child's safety seat for Christine. Jim put his daughter-in-law nominally on the ranch payroll so that she and her daughter could get medical insurance. Of course, the little girl was never allowed to see naked slaves or sexual use of those slaves.

*****

Angela and Maria drove Judas hard (the Viagra made him hard anyway!) for the next several months. He made no complaints and met every training goal they set, although he was deeply depressed. The only time Judas showed any real emotion was when he was confronted with Rose, the love of his life, and they both shed a few tears while she petted him like the horse he had become. After hearing the story of his betrayal, Rose sought out Maria one day, telling her "I need to apologize to you personally; I suspect that part of what made Billy do such a horrible thing was that he'd told me he was determined to get enough money for Christine's doctor's appointments and maintenance. I can't blame you at all for what you've done with him. The only problem is that my little girl has asked me when we're going to get a little brother or sister for her to play with."

Maria was still bitterly angry at Bill but was fair enough to recognize that his wife and child shouldn't suffer just because her brother had betrayed her. Between them, the two young women cooked up a scheme: one Sunday morning in July (when the other Prince girls were playing with their new niece), the unresisting brother pony ended up tied face up on top of a large worktable with a blindfold around his head. He was nervous but not really concerned until a pair of unidentified hands removed his cock harness. He almost thought he could identify Rose's fantastic mouth and skillful hands arousing him, but could think of no reason why his vindictive family would ever allow him such intimacy with his wife. The unidentified woman mounted onto his helpless body and began to ride him vigorously--as they both climaxed within seconds of each other, Billy could swear he heard his loving ex-wife (slavery was considered to abrogate any marriage or celibacy restrictions) call his name--his real name, not "Judas"--as she collapsed on top of his restrained body. Then he felt a pair of soft lips kiss his cheek as the unknown woman dismounted. A few seconds later, he couldn't help crying out when a bag of crushed ice made contact with his still-stiff cock, shrinking it until the chastity cage and harness could be reinstalled on him. The same strange process repeated itself the following morning.

What he didn't know was that, after each such blindfolded tryst, Rose put a rubber plug into her lower opening and spent most of the afternoon in bed with her legs and hips elevated. Five weeks later, she was certain that she had conceived.

*****

Several months into his "voluntary" slavery, Judas' brands had healed, leaving deep indentations in the muscular ass that was beginning to win practice races against other pony boys on the ranch. Jim Prince though his ex-son would probably win serious races against other pony ranches, but he was so humiliated by the thought of his own son as a trainee stallion that he wanted to allow time to pass so that people would forget about Billy before he appeared in serious competitions. In his mind, therefore, the ranch owner needed Judas to disappear for some months or years.

Which was just fine with his vengeful oldest daughter--Maria intended to take her asshole ex-brother with her to her new college, which like many Southern universities was now equipped with slave stables/kennels, adjacent to the dormitories, so that wealthy students could bring along their favorite ponies or house slaves. That way, Maria could drive him around college slave naked while ensuring that his cock never got freed again! Every day he would see his sister enjoying college life while he stood by as a helpless animal. Maria, of course, had no intention of allowing Judas to run his mouth, even to other pony boys and girls, about how he had humiliated her--besides, she'd come up with one final refinement in the cruelty she meted out to him.

Two weeks before she was scheduled to depart the ranch for the fall semester, Maria staged a little ceremony in front of Judas to reinforce his sense of helplessness. She brought in the ranch's consulting slave veterinarian to examine Judas' throat, telling the physician (all slave vets in Texas had to be licensed MDs) in the pony boy's presence that she wanted his voice permanently removed. Privately, she had already ensured that the vet could install a device to permit the motor nerves to function if she ever wanted to allow Judas to speak again, but as far as HE knew, this operation would be irreversible. Being conscientious, the vet checked the paperwork to ensure that this pony boy's self-indenture included permission for bodily modifications except to his genitals (gelding pony boys negatively affected their racing anyway), so Judas/Billy had no recourse even if he were allowed to object.

Not content with her physical ability to render him a "dumb" animal, Maria looked into Judas' eyes with a menacing, evil smile and asked him if he had any objections. Billy had long since accepted his guilt and was genuinely remorseful for what had happened to her, so he shook his head negatively.

Mr. and Mrs. Prince drove their daughter to college, using a pickup truck loaded with her clothing and other belongings. Behind the truck came a horse trailer where Judas, fully tacked up and bitted with his forearms tied parallel to each other behind his back, shifted his weight easily as the trailer went around curves. The only part of the pony boy that wasn't relaxed was his dick, crammed into a too-small chastity belt that was uncomfortable even when he didn't have an erection. And Maria ALWAYS doped his food with Viagra.

Maria had the whip hand, both literally and figuratively, over her dastardly brother, but being in charge didn't ease the anger and fear she had felt ever since he'd tried to sell her into slavery. Her studying and grades suffered. One Friday, she tried to exorcise her personal demons, beginning with the stable attendant helping her tie Judas down on his hands and knees. Then she went out to a nearby restaurant, picked up some strange guy, and led him back to his dorm room where she lasciviously seduced him, ending up with two large loads inside her birth canal.

No one except the slaves was in the stables when she re-entered a few hours later. Billy looked up at her warily as she approached him. Maria knelt down in front of him after slipping off her jeans and panties, then forced her own brother to eat her cream pie. Billy didn't like it, of course, but he could see that his sister was still struggling with her demons--demons for which he knew he was responsible--so he cooperated as best he could. He couldn't say anything anyway; after she finished she gave him a drink of water and released him into his stall.

Maria felt so ashamed that she cried all night; the next morning she called her mother to arrange another series of video conferences with her counselor. Eventually, the counselor convinced her that she had to stop hating her brother if she ever hoped to be happy again. The young woman's grades began to improve almost immediately, although for a long time she couldn't look him in the eye when she tacked him up for a drive.

She never talked to him about what had happened, but her relief and happiness were obvious, and even Billy felt less depressed. Maria rented an extra-large stall and added curtains and a mattress to make her ex-brother more comfortable. Although his ranch and national slave registration records still listed him as "Judas," Maria began to call him "Billy" again and was thankful that her dad had discouraged having that name tattooed onto him.

The rest of the school year was much more comfortable for both Maria and Billy. They returned to the ranch for the summer, where their mother was relieved to see that her oldest daughter was much happier and treated her "pony" more humanely, including limiting his exercises and stopping the Viagra. From Billy's viewpoint, restoring his ability to speak was such a relief that his only real complaint was the @#$%& chastity belt that prevented him from getting an erection. Yes, the vet's assistant "milked" him every month or so, but getting a finger or vibrator up the butt to massage his prostrate just allowed his accumulated cum to drip out without an orgasm.

*****

That second summer in bondage passed quickly, with Billy continuing his intensive workouts when he wasn't pulling family members around in a sulky or light gig. Sometimes, one of his former sisters even took his daughter Christine for a "pony ride" without, of course, telling her that the pony was his father. He barely got to see his child, but concentrated on pulling her smoothly, without jerks, wherever they had to go. Like all slaves around the children, his private parts were covered and no sex occurred.

All the adult women, free and pony slave, who saw him admired his muscular body and great strength. Maria couldn't help feeling proud that she controlled the magnificent stallion who had once been her brother.

One morning, following the usual routine, a stable hand tacked Billy up, hitched him to a sulky, and then tied his bridle to a hitching post outside the big house, where he waited until "Mizz Maria" emerged to drive him. He heard someone walk up behind him, and then a soft hand took a healthy squeeze of his muscled and branded butt. The same hand slid around his waist, fondling the rock-hard abs produced by thousands of crunches and hundreds of miles towing a sulky. Hitched up and wearing blinkers, Billy couldn't turn around to see who it was, but then a familiar voice, right next to his ear, quietly told him "I still love you, Bill." Even before she walked around into his limited field of view, he knew it was his ex-wife and lover Rose. When he saw her smiling face in front of him, he wanted to hold her, but he couldn't talk or even move--just grin around the bit in his mouth!

Rose drove him to a pasture with adjacent shade trees where they could talk, then hobbled him like any other pony before removing the bit and kissing him passionately. Still fondling his muscular body--a process that caused him considerable cramping inside his chastity cage--she filled him in on her life, including how well his daughter Christine was doing in school. She added that Christine had a lot of fun playing with her aunts (his sisters).

Billy was glowing with happiness until his (ex) wife mentioned her other daughter--a four-month-old baby named Cindy. He naturally jumped to the conclusion that Rose had sex with another man, but the moment anger and sorrow crossed his face, Rose hastened to explain.

"Don't worry, Billy, you're still the only guy I've ever made love with! Don't you remember, soon after you became a pony [she avoided saying "slave"], you were blindfolded and tied down while some mad-woman mounted you and encouraged you to cum inside her? That was me, silly! Maria let me do that because she knew that Christine and I both wanted to have a little sister--and that's how I conceived Cindy." The thought that he had another daughter, whom he'd never even seen, made him simultaneously overjoyed and saddened. Overcome with emotion, the two lovers cried quietly while she hugged him tightly. Reluctantly, she climbed back into the sulky and drove him back to the big house. The trip was very slow and depressing, as they both knew that Billy would soon return to school with Maria, unable to see his wife and children for another academic year. When they reached the big house, Rose patted his flank once, softly, and turned away in tears.