Two Slaves
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Two slaves wrestle to determine who remains a man and who becomes the slave of a slave.
` The following is a work of fiction intended for an adult audience. You must
be of legal age and desiring to read adult content of a violent, homosexual
nature and such material must be legal in your locality. That said, enjoy! `

He lay on the bed of the hotel room, his suitcases on the luggage stand by the
closet. His blond hair was parted in the middle and a youthful, early twenties
physique and six-foot form were on his bed, his legs dangling from the foot.
There was a knock on the door. He leapt from the bed and pounced on the door.
Turning the handle, he gazed on the seventeen-year-old boy whom he knew only
online whose dark hair, cut short, and a slight build were striking.

“Hi,” he said to James. “Come in.”

James stepped into the hotel room. Within minutes they were embracing on the
bed, their cocks pressed tightly together through the fabric of their pants.
Then another knock at the door interrupted them. They looked at each other and
smiled; he jumped up, ran to the door, and peeked through the security
window—it was the other slave. He opened the door and ushered the blond slave,
Matt, in. His short teenage frame was like that of a soccer player and his
light brown hair was cut short into a typical jock haircut. The three of them
collapsed into an orgiastic pile on the bed.

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A week later, the three boys were totally exhausted. An entire week of non-
stop sex had drained their once virile bodies into dully glowing from the
afterglow and their laughter had drifted off into lopsided smiles. The room
now smelled of sweat and sex and the bed’s coils had probably suffered
permanent damage from the constant sex.

“Well, I guess it is time boys,” he said. All three boys knew what he meant.
James and Matt stripped out of the sweaty boxers they were in and faced each
other in the center of the room, slightly bent over at the waist, hands on
each other’s shoulders. “Go,” he said and the two boys lunged at each other.

James quickly gained the upper hand, despite his lanky build. Matt, for his
part allowed himself to be pushed around at first, hoping to inspire
overconfidence in James. It worked; James grabbed him by the shoulders and
pushed him hard off balance. As Matt fell back, he reached out and grabbed
James’ low-hanging balls from under the black tuft. James shrieked as his
jewels were yanked from his body, but twisted wildly forcing Matt to land on
his side. James, however, was hurt badly. He held onto his wounded crotch.

Matt now jumped back up and kicked James in the stomach; the dark-haired boy
collapsed. Matt straddled his conquered foe and reach down for his nuts again.
The swift crushing of his own nuts surprised him. He screamed and fell onto
his side, freeing his nuts from James’ grip. The two boys pushed away from
each other, both holding their crotches tenderly.

James was the first up. He closed in on Matt slowly. Matt watched him approach
and blocked the first punch easily—it was too late to realize it was a sucker-
punch. The fist slammed into his nose to a spray of blood. Matt’s hand flew to
his face, uncovering his groin. James was taken aback by the blood. He had
never seen so much and backed away from the defenseless boy. Matt collapsed on
his side, his hands over his face and his legs flailing in pain.

Suddenly, James gathered his courage and rushed the downed boy. His right hand
sunk into the crying boy’s crotch and he squeezed the treasures there.

“One, two, three,” he counted as he watched the boys grappling. Matt was still
on his side, bleeding from his nose and his nuts being pulverized. “Four,
five! James, you won!”

James released his slave’s balls, who in turn curled up and sobbed openly. He
kissed James deeply. “I guess it wasn’t your last cum after all.” He reached
into his suitcase and withdrew a huge burdizzo. “OK, James. This is your toy,”
he said smiling.

James walked to his slave who was still curled up and crying. “Open your
legs,” he said. James’ slave, despite the pain, rolled onto his back and
spread his legs. James held the sack he had already destroyed in his hand. He
placed the metal jaws onto the skin and felt for the cords. When it was
aligned, James squeezed the handles and the cord was crushed. Matt tried to
double over but he held him down as James ruined his manhood. After ten
seconds, James released the half-man’s dying testicle and moved on to the
last. James felt for the cord and again brought the metal jaws down on it. In
ten seconds, Matt was no longer a man and was now the slave of a slave.

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