Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapter 1
Little Slaves

I was looking for new slaves after I sold the last one. He became too old and was boring me. Unfortunately I found out that the prices for my preferred age had increased extremely since I bought my last boy. I closed the files of two very pretty young teens with a sigh. They were too expensive. Reluctantly I opened the register of the preteens. Maybe I could afford some of them. I decided to view the slide show before going to the details. The first twenty or so boys weren't very promising but suddenly one caught my attention. Could this be? I clicked on the image and the file reviled the truth. It was Timo, the son of a school mate. He just turned ten a few weeks ago. How could such a polite and well raised child end up in the juvenile alternative detention act? Sure, boys are boys and full of nonsense.

I made a bookmark on his file and continued the slideshow. But the next picture caused me stopping again. Timo couldn't get in trouble alone, his best friend Nico had to be with him. And here he was. A couple of month older he was the ringleader in every mischief they got in. I wondered whether it was just the two of them or the whole bunch of artful dodgers was involved. I had not to wait long to find out. Three more well known boys followed in line. Marcus, a smart nine year old curly-headed orphan; Chris, close to Nico in age and Julian, of course. I didn't like Chris, he was a spoiled brat and simply fat. But Julian, well, I knew his father very well too. He always was pretentious. I couldn't hide a bit of malicious joy.

It was a temptation. I quickly added the prices for the boys and it was within the bounds of possibility. But should I buy boys I know so well? It could raise problems but on the other hand, I would save them from sex industry or heavy work. I had to make my decision soon, the list with the new stock was to be published in two hours and the boys would be sold very quickly. I had connections to the slavery office so I always got a look on the list before it was published.

I picked up the phone and called the office. I learned that the boys were sentenced to slavery for life because of assaulting, stealing and vandalism. It was a harsh sentence for such an offence but the officer told me they hurt a policeman badly as they tried to escape and this was considered as a major crime. I wondered how five young lads could do this. Appeal was declined and so they are now slaves for the rest of their lives which could be rather short if they were bought by the wrong people. I told the officer I want to buy some if they were in good condition.

I went to the distribution centre. The boys were lined up, restrained and with blindfolds over their eyes. Dressed in skimpy blue shorts and short white t-shirts, they stood there with trembling knees, knowing well they were on display for sale. The warden striped each one and led him to my seat. Each boy winced when I touched his private parts and Nico started to cry immediately what earned him a slap in the face from the warden. I checked the boys thoroughly although I knew they were all young and healthy. The boys had no clue to whom they were displayed and I gave them no chance to recognize me.

Back in the office I wanted to buy Timo, Nico, Marcus and Julian. The warden told me about a new discount scheme; if I would buy Chris too the price would be only marginal higher. After some further negotiations the deal was fixed. The boys would be delivered in a few hours.

I sat at my desk and watched the boys on the monitor that was connected to a camera in the holding cell. The boys had been brought three hours ago and had been left alone since. They still didn't know where they were or who had bought them. I could see fear and despair in their faces. Two weeks ago I saw them running on the soccer field, full of joy and innocence. Now their life would never be the same, a moment of stupidity had destroyed their bright future.

The juvenile alternative detention act, established eight years ago, had changed the administration of justice entirely. Children up to 18 years could now be enslaved by court instead of being sent into a detention centre. The enslavement could be temporarily but was mostly for life. Juvenile crime has been reduced significantly and the authorities were happy as well as the majority of the people. The trials were short and quick, some injustice was out of concern. The unlucky kids were sold to whoever could afford. Few restrictions were made for their use as they were no longer considered as humans. In fact, animals had to be treated better than slaves. Intentional killings were not allowed, but many slaves die because of their working conditions. Of course, temporary slaves would be treated better but there were very few of them.

I felt pity for the boys, but now they were mine and they had to be worth the money. I didn't intend to buy five slaves so I had to decide how to use them. Chris had to loose his fat before he could please me. He was up for some really hard work. One would become my personal slave, in charge of the others and responsible for their tasks as well as for my wellbeing. Two would become my houseboys and will cook and clean the house as primary tasks. Maybe I could turn one into a boy pet. Well, and the last one would entertain me with his screams. I like to torture my slaves. Of course all my slaves would endure pain as much as possible but this unlucky boy will suffer most.

But now it was time to begin their initiation. I went downstairs to prepare for the process. I had bought metal collars, leather cuffs for wrists and ankles, cock rings and other stuff suitable for ten year old boys. All my stuff would be too big for them because my former slaves were older. I heated up the electric branding iron and selected a whip. Everything was arranged outside the holding cell where I was used to punish and torture my slaves. I went into the holding cell and removed restraints and gag from Timo. I had warned him not to loosen his blindfold until I say so. He had to crawl out of the holding cell to the middle of the punishing area. I took a seat on a throne like chair in front of him. I smiled as I watched the trembling boy with his long blond hair in front of me.

"Slave, worship your master!"

They had been taught some basics in the centre as I had requested and so he knew he had to bend down and kiss the floor. Slowly and reluctantly he did.

"Slave, take off you blindfold!"

He removed it with both hands but kept his eyes shut. The bright light hurt his eyes. Slowly he got accustomed to it and looked around. His eyes lightened as he recognized me and he moved to stand up. I brought the whip down hard over his shoulder. He yelped and fell to the floor. He curled into a ball.

"Get on your knees and worship your master, slave!"

I had to whip him again before he moved to the required position.

"You are now my slave, boy, I own you. You will do whatever I want, immediately and without questions. I'm your master and so you will call me. You are mine, entirely and forever if I want so. Do you understand?"

"Yes" he sobbed.

"Yes what?" I shouted and whipped him.

"Yes Master!" he cried.

"Forget the past, forget your old live. It doesn't exist anymore. You are a slave now, my slave. Do what you are told and you won't get punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"My slaves don't need clothes. Strip!"

He blushed but removed reluctantly his shirt and pants after I had lifted my whip again. Of course his hands clasped of his genitals.

"Put your hands behind your head, slave! You are not allowed to hide anything from me. Don't dare to cover your parts again, slave!"

He bit his lower lip in embarrassment but clasped his hands behind his head.

"You will now receive the decorations of a slave. Come closer."

I reached out for a collar and put it around his neck. The two parts fitted perfectly and with a click they were connected permanently. Without the right tools he would need a cutting torch to take it off. The cuffs for his wrists and ankles were locked in place with small but strong padlocks. I shackled a bar between his ankles, about 30 cm [1'] long, forcing him to spread his legs slightly and prevent him from running. His wrist cuffs were clipped to two d-rings at the sides of his collar so he couldn't interfere with the following part. He winced when I took his genitals. I placed a cock ring around the base of his penis and his scrotum and locked it. It was tight enough to maintain an obstacle for his blood circuit so he would get hard quicker and it would last longer. It pushed his genitals further out too so they would be more prominent.

I told him to kneel down again for the last part of his initiation. I stood in front of him and locked his head between my legs. I took the branding iron, aimed to his left shoulder blade where his slave registration number already had been tattooed and pressed the iron against his skin. He screamed, buckled and finally passed out. I removed the iron and his shoulder was decorated with my emblem, indicating him as my property. To support the healing process I put some ointment onto the branding. I lifted the boy up and hooked his collar to the wall in the holding cell. A ball gag was put into his mouth and secured behind his head.

The other boys were of course able to hear Timo's screams. When I reached down to remove the bindings from Nico he flinched and tried to shove away but to no avail. Two hours later all five slaves were equally treated and fitted with the signs of slavery. I removed their gags but let them hooked up at the wall. All had regained consciousness and struggled to keep standing. They got some water to drink and then I left them alone for the night, given the order not to talk.

I awoke early in the morning and went downstairs to the slave's home. I put water in a bowl and mixed instant slave food in another. Both I carried into the holding cell. The instant slave food is a quite tasteless paste but had all ingredients young slave boys need. It's easy to make and cheap. No slave likes this food. It is designed to keep slaves alive and not to give them pleasure. The boys groaned in discomfort. Their bodies hurt and they were starving.

"Please Mike, let us out." Julian begged.

I froze. Slowly I turned to the boy, staring him in the face in disbelieve.

"How dare you, slave?"

I laid the whip hard on his thighs. He screamed.

"Shut up, slave!" I yelled at him, whipping him again.

"I'm your master, you little piece of shit. I own you. I can do everything to you I want. Call me again by my name and I'll beat the hell out of you!"

The whip hit him three times more.

"You are my slaves now. Get this in your heads!"

Each boy received a stroke with the whip. All started to cry.

"Stop whining! You will talk only if you are spoken to or I gave you permission. Every sentence will begin and end with 'master'. If someone else talks to you it's 'sir' or 'ma'am'. Do you understand?"

"Yes master." the boys sobbed.

The whip flew again.

"I can't hear you."

Nico winced as I hit his legs. "Do you understand, slave?"

"Master, yes, master!" he shouted in agony.

"Do you all understand, slaves?"

"Master, yes, master!" five exhausted boys cried.

"Listen, boys! I will say this only once. It doesn't matter anymore what you want. I am your master. You live only to serve and please me. Keep me happy and you will be too. When you fail, you will suffer. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes, master!"

I attached chains to their collars and shackled them to the wall. Then I let them off the hooks. They fell to the ground immediately. The chains were long enough to reach the bowls with food and water, except Chris, he could only reach the water.

"Feeding time, slaves. Slurp your food. No hands."

They looked at me with big eyes. But hunger was stronger than pride and so one by one they crawled to the bowls and began slurping. Chris cried when he found out he couldn't reach the bowl. Marcus tried to push the bowl closer to him but stopped immediately when my whip hit his back.

The bowl was soon empty and clean, the boy's faces stuck with food. I took the chain behind Marcus' collar and dragged him over to Chris.

"Lick him clean!" I ordered.

Both started to protest but my whip stopped that at once. Reluctantly Chris brought his face close to Marcus and began slowly to lick but increased his speed soon. When Marcus was clean I dropped him and pulled Julian over to be licked. The two other boys crawled to him too. Chris got a pill from me to swallow after he finished his task. The boys were still hungry but they would get used to this feeling soon.

I removed the chains from their collars and attached leashes between them so they will form a row. Nico was first in line. Gags went back in place. I told them they had to crawl on their knees because they were not worthy to stand on their feet in presence of their master. The boys were terribly scared and that was what I had intended. I took Nico's leash and pulled him forward. Five young slaves were dragged on their knees through my house and gardens. I showed them everything they need to know. Soon their knees and shins were very sore, another feeling they had to get used to. Their hands, still clipped to their collars, were totally useless and the boys often stumbled and tripped over. They really learned to fear my whip which rains unmercifully down on their little bodies, hard enough to sting but not to cut their skin.

I told them about the different roles I intended them to play. The boys shivered when I talked about the boy pet and nearly panicked when I explained the role of the whipping boy. Becoming a houseboy seemed to be acceptable in spite of the amount of work they would have to do. First all hoped to get in charge of the others but then nobody seemed to be eager to become my personal slave when they realized that this slave would be within the range of my whip all the day and would be punished for every fault one of the slaves would make. Of course, the culprit would receive his lashings too, either from me or my personal slave, who would surely be pissed off from the beating he got because of the other's failure.

I told them to sort out by themselves which slave should play which role. I expected their decisions two hours later. There was a whipping post in the back garden and I led the slaves to it. I unclipped their wrists from their collar and shackled them to the post; let their bodies hanging with their feet in the air. The gags were removed so they could discuss the matter. I allowed them to do so, gave each slave a final whip and left.

I returned and found my bunch of slaves moaning from the pain in their arms and shoulders. Chris was the first I released. I took his leash and led him crawling into the basement. He knelt before me like yesterday in the initiation ceremony.

"Now, slave, this is a rare opportunity. I usually don't ask my slaves about their opinions. Who should become my personal slave?"

"I don't know 3;" he started to sob but was interrupted by my whip.

"What did I say about beginning a sentence?"

"Master, sorry master." he sobbed as he got back on his knees.

"Master, I don't know who should be your slave, Master. Master, maybe Nico would be the best, Master."

"I see. What about you, slave?"

"Master, I'd like to be a houseboy, Master."

"What do you think about Timo and Marcus?"

"Master, Timo would be a good houseboy too, Master. Master, Marcus is the smallest and weakest; maybe he can make a pet, Master."

"I guess you don't like Julian then?"

"Master, no, I like him but he always teased me and if I become a houseboy I'd like to work with Timo, Master."

I was satisfied and so I led him into the cell and attached his chain. His hands were clipped to his collar and the gag went in. I fetched Marcus and began my interview. He suggested Timo as the one to be in charge and to my surprise Nico and Chris as houseboys.

"So you are a tough boy and want to be whipped?" I asked

"Master, no Master, I don't like being whipped, Master. But I'm the youngest and sure you would pick me out to become a pet, Master."

"And Julian?"

"Master, my I speak openly, Master?"

"Of course."

"Master, he is a bully, Master. I liked to be with Timo and Nico so I had to play with him, Master."

He was stored up too and I went out for the next. Nico suggested Timo as leader and Chris and himself as houseboy. Marcus should be the pet and Julian a whipping boy. But, he said, he would perform as pet too and if I want to beat him he would endure. He begged me only not to whip Marcus. After he was put away I fetched the next. Timo was in a better state so I took Julian first. As expected he thought he were the best to become my personal slave. Chris should be whipped and Marcus could be the pet, he said.

I couldn't help but I got hard when I approached the post. Over the years I always fancied the boy. I stopped beneath him and caressed his back, resting my hand on his perfectly round buttocks. He sobbed quietly. I took him off and carried him over to a bench under a tree. I sat down and placed him on my lap. I ran my hand over his legs, lining out the welts from the whip with my fingers. He winced slightly.

"Timo, I like you very much." I said. "I played with you and we watched soccer together. I had you on my lap several times and we were happy both."

I lifted his chin with my hand, forcing him to look at me.

"But things are different now. You are a slave and I bought you. If I didn't someone else would have taken you, perhaps you would have to work in the mines. Boys don't survive long in the mines, you know."

He nodded.

"As I said I like you. But I can't treat you different to the others and I won't treat you all different as I did with your predecessors. That means you have to work long and hard to serve and to please me. You'll please me with your efforts and with your body. I'm a strict and maybe cruel master. I won't repeat my orders, if you don't obey, I'll beat you. I don't want to beat you so do your best. I don't promise, but if you all do well, there might be time for some fun too. But never, never lie to me. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes, Master. Thank you Master."

"So slave, who do you think should become my whipping boy?"

"Master, if anyone had to be your whipping boy, please take me, Master."

I croaked in surprise "Why should I do that?"

"Master, I hoped you like me a bit and maybe you would go easier with me than with one of the others, Master. You told me you won't but maybe you would do involuntary, Master."

"Well, to tell you the truth, I have another boy in mind for this job."

"Master, please, don't do that, take me, Master."

I was pleased by his unselfishness.

"And who should be the one in charge?"

"Master, if there were not the beatings, Marcus would be ideal, Master. He was always the best in school and he learns quickly, Master. "

"And the others?"

"Master, Nico and Chris would be perfect houseboys, Master."

"And Julian?"

"Master, Julian is a good boy, but he talks to much, Master. Do boy pets talk, Master?"

I had to laugh. It took a couple of minutes before I could ask again.

"No boy, pets don't speak. I have only one question left. What did you really to be sentenced to slavery?"

"Master, we were running around the corner and each of us took an apple from the grocery, as a test of courage, you know. The shop assistant yelled at us and we tried to cross the street without looking. The police car made way but hit the traffic lights. The officer suffered a laceration. It was an accident but nobody would listen, Master."

He cried again, tears were running freely. I had expected similar. Deed on Tuesday, Trial on Wednesday, Appeal on Thursday and Sale on Friday. Happy weekend, Gentlemen. Well, the boy's misfortune was my luck.

"And the mastermind behind the stunt was Julian?"

"Master, how do you know, Master?" the boy was shocked.

He got no answer. Instead I pushed him on his knees and led him to the cell. I went to my office, ordered lunch from the nearest deli and started to think about my new slaves. Only one position was clear to me. It would be a pleasure to beat his arrogance out of Julian.

I thought about Nico as my personal slave. He was the cutest boy of all and seemed to be a born leader. But I had to think about Marcus as Timo said. And didn't I want Timo in my bed? Well, that could be anyway, but the personal slave would be available every moment. Marcus would be a perfect pet, without doubt, but I would never hear his beautiful voice saying smart things again. Maybe I should allow him to be in boy mode for some time. What about Chris? Once he has lost his body fat he might be a nice looking boy. And he's not stupid. No chance for him to become my personal slave, but could he be a pet? Or should I choose Nico? He is a cutie, not to big and also smart. The slave in charge must be able to assert himself against the others. Timo appeared very submissive but Marcus told me his opinion frankly. The youngest in charge? Why not?

I went to the basement and unlocked Nico and Chris. I attached leashes and led them both outside. They crawled the way up to the gate. I dragged them forward until their faces showed clear signs of pain.

"You can't run away. If you come to close to the borders of my estate the collar will hurt you. This is a warning not to go further. I pulled the leash and both fell down, twisting and buckling. Muffled screams emerged under the gag. I grabbed their collars and dragged them back. I could see their relief as the pain stopped. Pulling the leash I forced them to crawl to the big lawn. Again they cried into their gags. The way was made of gravel; their knees were pretty raw already. I removed the bar from their ankles and their gags and told them to stand. Nico received a small whip after one arm was freed.

"Make Chris run circles full speed for 10 minutes. If I am not satisfied, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes, Master!" he shouted.

"Let's go!"

Chris trotted away, Nico yelled at him, but didn't use the whip. I waited for three or four minutes, but Chris wasn't really running.

"Stop this, come here!" I shouted.

I reached out for Nico, held his collar tightly and whipped him ten times on the back of his thighs and calves. He screamed and danced around.

"Try again!"

This time Nico used the whip to encourage Chris, but I could see his reluctance.

After ten more unsatisfied minutes I secured Chris ankles, told him to kneel down and wait. Nico was restrained again and I made him crawl back to the cell. I fetched Timo, led him to the gate so he could feel the pain and told him to make Chris running. He did a better job, but still Chris was too slow. Timo felt the whip as Nico did before. He laid the whip on Chris harder and the lad tried but failed again.

The last attempt was with Marcus. Chris was tired already when Marcus got his order. After one lap he mad Chris stop. He yelled at him:

"Chris, you know I don't want to do this, but it's my ass that will be on fire if you are not running and I don't want this either."

With this he simply grabbed Chris' balls and dragged him forward. Soon both were running quite well. Chris was shrieking in agony but had no choice to follow. I let them run well after ten minutes passed. Chris was exhausted, stumbled and fell down. Marcus, eager to fulfil his task, hit him twice and yelled at him to stand up. Chris was really scared about Marcus so he got on his feet as quick as possible and lasted another lap before I ordered to quit. It was hard for me to keep a stern face.

Marcus stood there for a few moments looking at me. Then he sunk on his knees and bowed his head.

"Master, I'm sorry, Master."

Chapter 2
Selection

I jumped from my seat and headed downstairs. Nico knelt closest to the door. I stuck a finger in his mouth and told him to lick. Then I made him bend over with his bottom up in the air. He winced as my finger touched his little rose. I aimed and with one trust I pushed my finger into his anus. His scream was ear-splitting. The sphincter muscle clang tightly round the intruder. I worked around in his bowels a little and pulled out. I grabbed his hair and lifted his head. My finger pointed to his mouth and I ordered him to lick it clean. Fully aware my finger was in his back hole he tried to back away. It needed two slaps in his face before he reluctantly opened his mouth, now crying hard.

Once my finger was clean I went to Timo. Being ordered to lift his tail he knelt there and shivered. The sphincter couldn't resist long and my finger went in. He yelped but tried not to cry despite the searing pain but to no avail. Tears were rolling down his cheeks when I made him lick my finger after one smack hit his face. I turned to Marcus. He knelt a little apart from the others, facing the floor. Suspecting what was in store for him he started to bend but I stopped him. Standing beside him so the others could see I held two fingers out for him to lick. The two already tormented boys gasped with wide eyes. Marcus didn't even flinch when he realised what I intended. He licked the fingers carefully and after I had them withdrawn he bent over with his butt as high as possible. I probed his anus with both fingers but bent the second away before pushing in. For the other boys it looked like I had now two fingers in his ass. Marcus, of course, felt it was only one but nevertheless it hurts big time. He winced and trembled but made no noise. When I pulled out he raised his head with his mouth already open. He grimaced a little when he tasted his own shit but cleaned it thoroughly. Timo and Nico couldn't believe he took it without even a sob.

I removed the chain from his collar and attached a leash. His arms were unclipped too. He crawled along on all fours when I left the cell. I led him to a small room next to my bedroom. He shivered when he saw what was inside. There was a middle sized dog cage, two feeding bowls and a box with cat litter and wood shavings. I opened the cage and detached the leash. I kicked him softly and pointed to the cage. He understood.

Marcus winced when the door shut with a loud click after he was inside. The cage wasn't large enough for him to sit but he could turn around and look through the bars. I smiled when I saw the scared expression on his face. The room had no windows and so I left the room in complete darkness when I turned the lights off and closed the door. The boy panicked almost before he realised that the cage would protect him from any monster the darkness would provide. He calmed down and finally dropped to his side. Within minutes he fell asleep.

I did some work on my computer and returned to the pet's room. Marcus slept soundly. Water and a little bit of slave food was filled into the bowls. I pressed a button on the top of the cage. The bottom of the cage was lined with electrical wires and the button closed the circuit. Marcus was shocked and woke up immediately. The cage door stood open and Marcus crawled out. I pointed to the bowls. With a bowl for himself he managed to slurp the food without smearing it around his face. He didn't try to use his hands. I attached the leash again and we went to the large kitchen. His hands were clipped to a scrub brush. I placed a bucket with water beneath him and showed him how do scrub the floor. He needed almost an hour of continued encouraging with the light whip to finish this task but he got no rest. I hurried him around in several rooms made him doing different chores all as fast as he could on his knees with the bar between his ankles. He was gasping heavily and was trenched in sweat and tears when we finished this part. His knees were pretty sore and he grimaced when I led him downstairs.

His body was now covered with tiny welts from the whip but none would leave scars. I lifted him up and attached his wrist cuffs to straps coming from each corner of a frame in the punishment area. Doing the same with his ankles left him hanging spread eagled in the wooden frame. I tightened the straps so he was thoroughly stretched. He could guess what was coming and his eyes showed his fear but no plea came over his lips. I put a blindfold over his eyes and took a leather belt. He took the first swats in silence but after the third he cried and sobbed. The fifth made him yelping and by the eighth he screamed loud. I stopped after twelve licks distributed all over his body. I started to play with his tiny nipples. They soon got stiff. I put a clip on his right nipple. He wiggled and groaned. Another clip bit deep into his left nipple. I was rewarded with a yelp. Tears were running freely over his cheeks. I took his little penis and attached the third clip on his foreskin. That was too much and he screamed again.

I attached a wire to the chain connecting the three clips and clipped another to the skin of his scrotum. His whole body cramped when I sent the first shock. He couldn't even breathe. I repeated and after the third shock he gasped for air, completely exhausted, his little nine year old body ached all over. The clips were removed. I loosened the straps and took him off the frame. He sank to the floor, trembling and crying. I clipped his wrists to his collar, shackled his ankles and carried him into the cell. His fellow slaves looked terrified when I dropped him. Hearing his screams had scared them but seeing his tormented body was horrifying. I left.

Marcus curled into a ball and kept crying. The other boys joined in, revealing their pity and fear. Eventually Marcus' sobbing ceased and he crawled to the bowl and slurped some water. Julian pressed him to tell what I had done to him. Reluctantly Marcus told them what happened. When he described the torture tears run again over their faces. They cuddled together. Slowly they realized that the horror of their existence as slaves had barely begun.

I had made my decision. The boys were lying on the floor, resting their heads on another's body, sleeping. Marcus was in the middle as if the others were trying to protect him from further harming. I smiled. Soon enough he would not longer be their friend but a feared and merciless overseer. Marcus would feel the loneliness on the top.

I cracked the belt I was carrying on the floor. The boys awoke and rolled onto their knees. I looked at them as if to decide whom I would torture next, slowly stroking the belt. Their bodies trembled; Chris chattered his teeth. I approached Marcus and detached the chain. He looked miserable; tears welled up in his eyes. The other boys were shocked it was Marcus again but were relieved it was not their turn. I put two fingers between his collar and his neck and dragged him away.

In the living room I sat down in an armchair and made him kneel in front of me. I unclipped his hands and lifted his chin so I could look in his eyes.

"Slave, tell me what is the job of a slave?"

"Master, a slave has to serve and to please his master, Master."

"And did you please me?"

"Master, I don't know, I suppose I failed, Master." He hung his head.

"Slave, I showed you what my slaves have to do and how they will be treated. Hold this in your mind when you give your orders!"

His head came up in surprise.

"Marcus, from now on you are my personal slave. This meant you will be my assistant. You are in charge of my slaves, you distribute the tasks. I'm your master and you will be their prefect, their boss. You will have to punish them, strict and severe. I'll show you how far you can go."

The boy was shocked.

"But you will be held responsible for them. If they fail it is your fault and I will punish you. To avoid that you'll have to train them well. You may ask me for help and advice any time. But you are a smart boy, I'm sure you'll learn fast."

His whole body trembled when I reached out and pulled him closer. I held a small box against his collar and it snapped open. It was replaced with a light gold gleaming collar with only two d-rings on the front and backside. I lifted him on his feet and removed the bar between his ankles. The leather cuffs were unlocked and replaced with silver metal cuffs. I made him kneel again.

"Marcus, I trust you. You can stand and walk. The other slaves are not allowed to use their feet unless told otherwise. If I see one of them walking I will trash you. And make them hurrying all the time. While the other slaves will be always restrained you can move freely. You can give orders or ask me something whenever you need. Otherwise I want you to be quiet. The other slaves are not allowed to speak outside the cell if not directly spoken to. I know you won't betray me as if you do I will kill you with my own hands. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master. I'll never betray you, Master." he bent down and kissed my feet. I was surprised and pleased.

"As my personal slave you will please me personally. The houseboys will do all the cleaning, cooking and washing so you can take care of me. I'll teach you everything you need to know. We will start right now."

I stood up, unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop followed by my shorts. He stared with wide eyes as my cock grew before his eyes. Most boys would have tried to back away but Marcus surprised me once more. Maybe he had seen a movie before. He opened his mouth and made several attempts but could not decide how to take my penis. Finally he bent forward and guided the glans in his mouth with his tongue. He was carefully not to scratch it with his teeth so he stretched his jaw as wide as possible. He slowly started to lick and to suck. I grabbed his head and pulled it softly so my dick trusted deeper in his mouth. He gagged but I held his head in place. I told him to swallow and after a few more attempts he tolerated it. He was quite good and put his hands around the shaft of my dick and stroked it softly. I moaned and made him to move quicker. When I felt I would come soon I told him to swallow every drop of what was coming form my dick. I dug my fingers deep into his hair as my cock became rock hard. Seconds later my body waved through a mighty orgasm and I shot loads and loads of cum in his mouth. He struggled hard but could almost swallow all of it. Only a few drops emerged from the corner of his mouth. I pulled out and fell back into the armchair. When I had recovered I told him to lick my cock clean. When he was finished I stood again and made him pulling up my shorts and trousers. I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Come!"

We went downstairs again. I took a whip from the wall. It had a lanyard attached to the handle. I took Marcus' right wrist and clipped the cord to his cuff.

"You will have to use this often so you will clip it to your wrist when you are on duty."

"Master, why do I have to beat them, Master?"

"Look, I expect every slave to work to his limits. You boys aren't used to do so. Pain is the best motivator I know. And remember, you are a slave too."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you, Master."

"Wait."

I entered the cell. The boys jumped on their knees.

"Slaves, from now on you have a new boss. He is my assistant, your prefect. You will obey him immediately like you would obey me. To me it's 'Master', to him it's 'Sir'. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master!" the boys shouted.

"Come in!"

Marcus hesitated a moment, stiffened his back and entered. I almost chuckled when I saw the determination in his face. Several jaws dropped.

"Boy, explain the rules to the slaves. Then bring Nico up."

"Master, yes Master!"

Nico crawled into my room with desperate look on his face. Marcus followed him. He passed the older slave, knelt in front of me and kissed my feet. I've never told him to do but I liked it. Then he stood and looked at Nico. He pointed at my feet but Nico didn't react.

"Slave, bow your head and kiss your master's feet." Marcus yelled at Nico.

Nico moved forward and when he bent over I spotted two angry red welts on his thighs. I looked at Marcus.

"Master, he was to slow on the stairs, Master." he shrugged.

Nico got up, sat on his heels and looked up. I glanced at Marcus.

"Bow your head, slave, and don't dare to look at your Master without being told." he shouted immediately and whipped him on his back. "Always bow your head and show proper respect."

Where the boy had learned this, I wondered. Nico winced as he heard the yelling from his younger friend and playmate. The lick from the whip made him cry out. Tears welled from his eyes. The poor lad couldn't keep up with the speed his former protected and happy life was scattered into pieces. Very little did he know what his new life had in store for him.

I replaced his metal collar with a broad leather one. This collar fitted smooth around his neck and had a small box at one side. It was secured with a powerful padlock. Small metal sensors were glued at his palms and knees. I attached a leash and told both boys to follow. Nico found it easier as he could now crawl on all four. I led him to the room with the cage. Nico winced when he saw the cage. But as he saw the letters forming his name on each of the bowls he burst into tears. I knelt beside him, caressed his hair.

"You are a very cute little boy. Only the prettiest boys are allowed to become a boy pet. You are a very lucky slave, Nico."

Off course he had a different opinion.

"Listen carefully, my pet. It takes a long time to train a boy being a good pet. You have to learn to behave like a dog, move like a dog and think like a dog. This means you aren't allowed to speak. You may bark, whimper or anything a dog would do. But no human words, moans or shrieks. When you are asked you may nod or shook your head. And you will stay on all fours all the time. Forget your hands; they are paws, nothing else. The collar you are wearing will help you. When you speak or don't keep your hands and knees on the floor the collar will remind you like this."

I pushed a button on my remote control and Nico rolled over the floor, trying desperately to remove the collar that sends searing pain through his body.

"Get your paws and knees on the floor and it will stop!"

He struggled hard and eventually managed to do as required. The pain stopped. He gasped for air.

"Learning is painful. Try to learn quickly."

"Master 3;" he tried to say but immediately the pain threw him over again.

He needed several seconds before he got on his knees again. Tears were running freely now.

"The only place you won't be punished when you are not on your fours is your cage. This cage is your home and sanctuary. But even there you are not allowed to say anything. Now this is all for the moment. Get comfortable in your new home. You will be fed later. You see the green button beneath the door? Push it with your nose and the door will open. You have 20 seconds to crawl in or you will be punished. Go!"

I sent him in with a light slap on his butt. He winced but crawled forward, pushed the button and managed to get in before the door shut automatically. I turned off the lights and left a whining little boy behind. Back in my living room I addressed Marcus.

"I had to punish him. You know what that meant. Bend over."

I took a whip and hit him twice on the sit spot of his butt. I saw him gritting his teeth.

"That'll do. Go and fetch Timo."

"Master, yes Master, thank you Master."

He bowed and left. He returned after a few minutes with Timo. The boy was clearly scared. Marcus showed his respect to me. Timo got the message and did the same. He stayed with his head down and didn't move.

"Timo, you are my first houseboy. You will run this household. You will do whatever you've been told or you will be punished. I expect you to work very hard or you will be punished. If you need anything ask Marcus. He is the boss. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master!"

"Marcus, I'm really hungry now. I think it's time for supper."

"Master, yes Master. Follow me, slave!"

Timo tried instinctively to stand up but Marcus hit him in the hollow of his knees just in time. Timo yelped and crawled behind Marcus to the kitchen.

"Timo, I told you. You are not allowed to walk. Believe me, you don't want the trashing you would receive if he catches you."

"Sorry Marcus."

Marcus hugged his former playmate.

"Timo, you are my best friend. I really don't want to hurt you but if you call me Marcus again while we are on duty I'll have to. Maybe we get some spare time when we can be just boys."

"Sir, I'm sorry, Sir!" Marcus felt his friend stiffen.

"Timo, our master is cruel. Look at my butt, he actually whipped me again. He had tortured me before. I saw what he had done to Nico. He is a dog now Timo, he will never be allowed to speak or walk again, let alone to be a boy. He has a collar that inflicts pain when he does something wrong. And if that happens, I'll be whipped too. Nico will stay in a small dog cage where he can't sit or stretch out."

Timo started to cry.

"What I'm trying to say is that we have no other choice than doing as we are told. That means I have to whip you when you are to slow or make something wrong or we get it worse both. I promise I'll hurt you as little as possible. Please, don't hate me for this."

Both boys cried tightly hugged.

I couldn't hear their conversation but couldn't hear them working too.

"Marcus!" I yelled.

He rushed to me, fell on his knees and kissed my feet. When he stood, I could see the tears in his face.

"Any problems?"

"Master, no Master."

"And why are you crying?"

"Master, I'm sorry Master. I had to sort out something, Master."

"Being sentimental is a bad idea for a slave, boy. Bend over, I'll give you something to cry about."

He winced but bent over immediately. He held his ankles tight. I went over to a cupboard and fetched a rattan cane like it had been used in british schools. His knees were trembling. I aimed carefully and let the cane fly. He almost fell over but regained balance in time. Allowing the pain to sink I waited 30 seconds between each stroke. He cried and sobbed but kept down. The last stroke hit him diagonally, intensifying the previous pain. He screamed loud and rubbed his buttocks. Suddenly I heard a shattering sound from the kitchen. When we entered we saw a horrified slave boy kneeling on the kitchen worktop reaching out for some plates in the upper cupboard. One has slipped out and broke into pieces. I moved to him and took the plates from his hands. He slipped from the worktop to the floor, knelt down and crouched in front of me. He winced when a small piece of pottery was pressed into his knees but he didn't try to move.

"Any explanations, slave?"

"Master, I'm sorry Master, but I lost balance when I heard sir screaming. Please forgive me, Master." he sobbed.

"I'll forgive you but you will be punished. Lift your bottom."

"Master, it was my fault. You had to punish me so I couldn't look after the slave and help him, Master." Marcus said sheepishly.

"You are right, boy, go down and join this slave."

Two little boy tails were trembling side on side awaiting their punishment. I took out a large wooden cutting board. It has a handle so it formed a pretty good paddle. It easily covered both bottoms. The boys cried and sobbed after the fourth swat. After nine swats I moved a little and continued at Marcus' butt until twelve.

"That'll do. Clean up this mess and get my supper ready before I become impatient."

"Master, yes Master, thank you Master." the boys cried.

Marcus was simply reduced to tears. In less than thirty minutes he had been flogged, caned and severely paddled. His determination was completely vaporized. He hobbled to the fridge and tried to compose a supper. Timo was in pain too but knew only he was to blame for his friend's trouble and Marcus could have flogged him easily to punish him again. So he wanted to show his' boss that he could do this task alone. He held his friend at the shoulders.

"Sir, please get out of way. Just tell me when Master is coming so I can drop to my knees in time, Sir. Please relax, Sir."

Marcus was so exhausted he didn't argue. After all it was Timo's job. So he just leaned at the table and watched. Timo had loved to cook with his father, a professional chef, so he knew how to prepare a meal. He had laid out an assortment of sliced sausage, fish, cheese and potatoes with a garlic dip. All was put on a dinner trolley together with beer, red wine and water. He hoped it would suite his master. As everything was ready Timo turned to Marcus who had slightly recovered. He sank on his knees.

"Sir, supper is ready Sir."

"Good, set up the table in the dining room. I'll go and tell master."

"Sir, yes Sir."

Marcus came into the living room after about twenty minutes.

"Master, supper is ready. Would you please follow me to the dining room, Master?"

I was really surprised when I saw the table. The dishes were set carefully and even the cutlery and wine glasses were in correct order. It would suit for a dinner.

Timo knelt beside the kitchen door, his head bowed.

"Master, may I serve, Master?" he asked when I had taken my seat.

Marcus winced. Knowing Timo had just broken the rule of not to speak without being told he couldn't decide whether he should flog him or not. I nodded. Marcus blushed as he realized I had seen his hesitation and moved quickly. He caught Timo by surprise when he hit him on his back. The boy fell forward and wasn't able to cushion himself. He howled when his face hit the ground.

"Don't dare to speak to your master again without being told!" Marcus yelled as loud as he could.

Timo struggled to get back on his knees, clearly in fear of a severe punishment.

"Slave, you should better do as your boss told you. Beside, you may." I said much to the relief of both boys.

Timo crawled into the kitchen and came back pushing the trolley ahead. When he reached the table, he bent forward and kissed my feet under the table. Then he rose a little bit, but stayed head down, awaiting his master's judgement. Marcus stood behind me, his head bowed. Timo had to stretch but managed to serve the plates. Pouring the wine was Marcus' task as Timo couldn't reach up so far while staying on his knees.

"Who prepared that supper?" I asked briskly.

"Master, it was slave Timo under my supervision, Master. He prepared the meal and set the table, Master." he answered carefully.

I reached down to Timo and lifted the chin of the boy.

"Maybe you'll fit into your job, slave. Keep on."

Supper was good and I enjoyed it.

"Boy, make this slave clean up and then store him in the cell."

"Master, yes Master."

I took the wine and headed to the living room.

Marcus hushed his subordinate into the kitchen when the table was cleared. Out of hearing he made a sigh of relief.

"Gosh, Timo that was the first kind of praise I heard from master. But please remember the rules. I can't go easy with you when master is present."

"Sir, I'm sorry Sir. Are you in trouble again?"

"Maybe but it doesn't matter. Hurry up, let's get finished." "Sir, I'm hungry Sir."

"So am I. But master didn't tell me to feed you and hasn't allowed me to eat too. Please don't even think about sneaking something of the food here in the kitchen or from the left over."

"Sir, yes Sir."

Marcus led Timo back to his cell. He clipped his arms and the chain to his collar and locked the cell. Strange feelings came over him when he thought about his friends. He felt sorry for them being held in the cell when he could walk freely but he liked the feeling of power master had given to him. He ran upstairs, knocked at the door the living room and entered when being told. He approached me slowly and kissed my feet again.

"Boy, did it take so long to clean up?"

"Master, I'm sorry master, but we tried to learn where everything was stored so we can be quicker next time, Master."

"Good answer but talking about speed: You hesitated to flog a slave when he broke a rule. Why?"

"Master, I'm sorry Master, I have no excuse Master. I wasn't sure if he really broke the rule or if it could be considered as part of his task, Master. I'm really sorry, Master."

"Boy, I watched you. You tried to go easy with your friend but I want nothing of that. You have to set the standards right from the beginning. Leniency only spoils the slaves. If you don't understand that, I'll teach you. Bend over of my armchair."

Marcus grimaced in fear but placed himself on the chair quickly. Twenty licks with my belt on his buttocks and thighs made him bawling and crying. His red bottom was spread with angry welts. I didn't want to damage my property permanently so I sent him to the bathroom to fetch a special ointment. He winced and yelped when I worked the oil into his now hypersensitive skin.

"I hope you had learned your lesson. Run and fetch Julian as quick as possible. The soles of a slave's feet are a good target when he needs encouragement."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you Master." Marcus sobbed and limped away.

Timo was horrified to see the whimpering boy. He scolded himself for causing another terrible beating of his boss and friend who had tried to be good to him. He bowed his head in shame.

Marcus detached th e chain from Julian's collar and pointed to the door. Julian just looked at him. Marcus, not wanting another beating for any further delay, stared back and whipped him right across his back. Julian yelped and received another stroke immediately. He jumped up only to get a stroke on the back of his knees that brought him down again. Julian screamed and crawled out of the cell. Marcus whipped him all the way on his thighs and feet. The door was shut and the screaming and shrieking died away.

Chris was in clear distress. He wasn't out yet and didn't understand what was going on. Timo had not wanted to reveal his feelings in front of Julian but told Chris what Marcus had reported to Timo about master, Nico and himself; how Marcus had tried to comfort his friend and that he was caned for this; Timo's bad luck with the plate and the following paddling; the supper and his failure of talking and the monstrous trashing Marcus had obviously received for that.

"Chris, Marcus don't want to hurt us, but if we fail master will hurt him much more. Master hit us nine times together but he got three more alone. I don't know how he can take so much. So whatever master or sir want, for your own sake just do your best."

"But Julian 3;"

"Julian should have crawled out but he resisted. God knows, if I were on sir's place I would probably have beaten the hell out of him."

"But Timo, Marcus is the boss, Nico is a pet and you are a houseboy. Julian was the next and would become a houseboy too. That left me as the whipping boy. But what would he do to me when even Marcus was trashed so badly?"

Chapter 3
Painful Duty

Marcus dragged the boy into the room, holding his collar and using the whip merciless. About one meter in front of me he dropped him, sank on his knees and kissed my feet what caused him clearly a lot of pain from his tormented body. He needed a rest and so I put a hand on his shoulder signalizing him to keep kneeling beside the chair. Whether he was still defiant or simply occupied by his pain I didn't know but Julian made no attempt to follow Marcus' example. Marcus tried to get his attention and pointed to my feet and formed his lips for a kiss but Julian simple knelt there resting his head in the floor, whimpering. Marcus sighed and started to move to the boy but I waved him to stop.

"Wait, boy, I'm sure the walnut sized brain of this slave will soon learn its place in this house."

Julian looked up when he heard the insult. He caught my icy glance. Seeking help from Marcus he diverted his look. Marcus pointed to my feet again and Julian got the message. He crawled forward and tried to plant a kiss on my shoes but I pushed his face away with my left foot.

"I don't want my shoes soiled with his kisses. This slave is full of arrogance and selfishness. He didn't realize that his playmates had long enough from his teasing and bullying. He even wanted your job, Marcus." I laughed.

Julian's expression had turned from surprise to despair. He was far away from having a walnut sized brain; he was smart and realized what was going on.

"No boy, you know exactly who had talked you into the stupidity that sealed your fate. All his 'friends' told me if someone has to become a whipping boy it should be this slave."

He winced and wept as he heard his verdict.

"But I don't think that would be fair."

Both boys looked at me in surprise.

"As a whipping boy he would be still a boy, he would be at the same level in the slave's hierarchy as the others. But he doesn't deserve such a privilege. This thing is from now on not more as a tool or toy. It will be in pain and bondage all the time. It will be beaten and tortured. The only sounds it is allowed to make are screaming and crying. It has no name. It will be a pleasure for me to play with."

Julian burst out in tears. His whole body trembled and shook. He fell to the floor and robbed to my feet.

"Master, please noooooo!" he screamed.

I simply kicked him away. He robbed to Marcus.

"Sir, please help me, Sir, pleaaasssse!"

Marcus, still shocked about what I had just ordered, reached down slowly, like being in trance, and slapped his face.

"Shut up!" he said without turning his face away from me.

Julian was now a sobbing mess. I caressed Marcus' hair.

"He deserves it and you know it. No reason to have a bad conscience. Run and fetch me some straps and a spreader bar."

"Master, yes Master."

When he returned I told him to unclip Julian's hands from his collar and tie them at his back. Then he tied a strap to his wrists and collar and pulled the hands up as far as possible. Julian was beyond any resistance. I showed him how to remove the small bar between Julian's ankles and replaced it with a spreader bar of 70 cm [2'3"] length. Finally he was placed over the same chair Marcus had received his belting before, his bottom up and his tiny rose visible to everyone.

Marcus stood beside my armchair. We were both focusing the slave's ass in front of us. I put my arm around waist and groped for his little pecker. He flinched as I began to fondle it. I pulled him tighter.

"Stand still when I play with my property."

"Master, yes Master." he said sheepishly.

"Isn't that a pretty boy's pussy?" I asked him.

Marcus was puzzled and didn't understand.

"Did you play with this little thing before?" I asked, shaking his dick.

"Master, no Master." he blushed.

"Well boy, this part of your body can bring you pleasure you won't have imagined before. It is designed to fit into a girl's vagina, her pussy. Ever seen a girl naked before?"

"Master, no Master. Only in books, Master." he blushed even more.

"Same fun or even more can be provided by a boy's anus. That's why it is called a boy's pussy."

His tiny member started to respond. Soon he had an almost 6 cm [2¼"] pencil sticking out of his hairless groin. I stroked it faster. A hardly audible moan came from his lips. His hips started to move forward and back. His whole body trembled. My fingers moved really fast now. He buckled his hips and trusted forward, the pencil now rock hard. He yelped; stood stiff and finally fell against me. He panted and moaned from the intensive experience of the very first dry orgasm in his young life.

He lay on his back over my lap, a strange expression of pleasure and relieve on his face. I stroked his hair with my left hand but didn't stop to stroke his cock with my right. He was still hard and after a couple of minutes of continued caressing he came again, as powerful as before. His dick became a bit flaccid and so I intensified my stroking. When he was hard again I spit and lubricated it. Then, still fondling, I lifted him up, led him behind to Julian's bottom, aimed his dick against the tiny hole and pushed his hips forward. Both boys yelped in surprise as the pencil passed the sphincter. Marcus grabbed Julian's hips and trusted forward, pulled back and pushed again as I told him. Julian cried loud, not only from the pain and discomfort of his anus, but winced every time Marcus's hips smacked against his well whipped buttocks. The humilation did the rest. Marcus was in ecstasy now. He fucked the boy's ass hard, digging his fingers deep in Julian's hips, making him screaming. Eventually Marcus' feelings exploded again and he fell forward over the other boy's body. He was exhausted. I let him rest a few minutes until he had recovered.

"How was this, boy?"

"Wow, it was great 3;" he stopped, realizing his faux pas.

"Master, I'm sorry Master. I was overwhelmed, Master." he cried out.

What he had done was unforgivable to him. He failed to address his master correctly in front of another slave. His body shook visible in anger and fear as he bent over in front of me.

"Master, please punish me, Master."

I hesitated. Sure I had to punish him but I didn't want to whip him on his back again today. It had to be something memorable without lasting damage.

"No boy, face me and spread your legs wide. Put your hands behind your head."

He moved immediately, wondering what I would do.

"I showed you the pleasure your groin can feel, now you'll learn something about the pain. Don't dare to move and keep silent. If not, it'll be worse."

I took his little ball sack and pulled it down. He took a deep breath. I bent my fingers and flicked his left ball. He flinched and shrieked from this sudden pain. I pulled his sack hard.

"I told you. Three more."

I continued to flick his balls alternating. He trembled and squirmed, but held his hips still. Tears ran down his face but he kept silent. His face was slightly green; he was fighting not to vomit. After twelve flicks and a last squeeze I let his balls go.

"I hope you learned something. Leave your hand on you head."

He sank on his knees and kissed my feet.

"Master, yes Master, thank you Master."

"Stop crying and tell the slave to lick your face clean."

"Master, yes Master."

He closed his eyes as he faced Julian.

"Lick it clean."

Julian had no choice but to stick out his tongue and lick up the salty tears. I beckoned Marcus back.

"Now, what you felt before is called orgasm. Did you like it?"

"Master, it felt so good and so different. It was great, Master. Thank you, Master."

"Maybe I will allow you to have another orgasm in future when you behave. But now I think it's my turn to have some fun. Make it hard." I said, pointing to my groin.

He moved forward, unbuttoned my trousers and opened the fly. I lifted my hips to allow him to pull my trousers and shorts down.

"Lick my balls and stroke the shaft."

He did as if he never had done else. Soon he had me hard.

"Suck it!"

When my cock was wet I pushed Marcus away. I went behind Julian.

"He thought he is the best for this job. Let's see if he was right."

I grabbed his hips, lifted it up and lined his hole to my cock. I probed against his clenched sphincter. He flinched but to no avail.

"Come and look!" I shouted.

When Marcus was kneeling aside I rammed my hard dick into the boy's small anus. The spit was a poor lubricant. Julian screamed his lungs out in agony when I pushed my manhood further down his bowels. He twisted and kicked but he had no chance. He was tight. I had never fucked anything tight as this ten year old hole. I had to push hard to get fully in. I pulled slowly back until I was nearly out and trusted forward again with full force. His shrieks nearly split my eardrum, Marcus watched with his hands over his ears. Tears ran again freely. I started a rhythm and increased the pace slowly. The screaming faded to bawling. Marcus did a good job and I came too soon for my taste. I felt my cock stiffening and with a wave of great pleasure I pumped my seed into my slave's bowels. Before I pulled back I grabbed Marcus' hand, squeezed his fingers together and in the same moment my dick was out I rammed his fingers up the slave's ass, drawing another scream.

"Leave it there!"

I returned with a silver but plug. Pulling the hand out I pushed the plug in immediately. I looked at the freshly raped ass. Traces of blood and cum surrounded the silver plug. The boy was breathing heavily. I grabbed Julian's collar and dragged him on his knees. Slapping my semi erect cock over his tearstained face I ordered him to lick it clean. The boy bawled and sobbed but opened his mouth and sucked my dick. Again I replaced my cock with Marcus' hand until it was clean too. I removed the spreading bar and clipped his ankles together.

"Boy, bring this slave back to the cell. Gag and hogtie him and put a blindfold on as well. Don't touch the plug. When he is stored, come back with Chris. It's getting late, so hurry."

With clipped ankles and hands tied on his back Julian hat to creep downstairs on his belly but Marcus provided enough encouragement to keep him moving. Julian was reduced to tears and snot when they arrived at the cell. Marcus helped himself with tools from the punishment area and tied Julian up thoroughly. Timo and Chris watched with big eyes but didn't say a word.

"Don't talk! Chris, come with me."

He removed the chain and Chris immediately crawled along, eager to please Marcus and avoid the whip. He wasn't completely successful because he had trouble on the stairs; his body fat hampered his movements too much. But he got far less than Julian and didn't even cry when they arrived before their master. Marcus did his ritual. Chris was smart enough to take the hint and tried to copy his boss but lost balance and landed on his belly. He received another swap for his clumsiness. Nevertheless he kissed his master's feet.

"Well, you clumsy little fool, what should I do with you?"

"Master, I'm really sorry, Master." he pressed out.

"On your knees, slave."

Chris struggled up. I pinched his fat, looked at his teeth, and squeezed his balls.

"Boy, what do you think? I bought him only because they gave me a huge discount for the rest. I have no use for a fat slave. He is clumsy, slow and ugly. He had cost me almost nothing. I could make a profit if I sell him to a pharmacy lab or an organ bank. Or maybe I could slaughter him and feed his meat to my slaves."

Tears burst out of Chris' eyes. Marcus was shocked more than ever and struggled for words to save his friend. Of course I intended nothing like that even if it would be allowed but it was a good threat I had learned over the years.

"Master, we are yours, Master. " he started carefully. "If you want to sell or slaughter him it will be, Master."

"Master, I'm not worthy to make a suggestion so please punish me for my impertinence, but I really hope you would give him a chance, Master. We had played together since we met in the sand box and I know he can be a good slave, Master. Master, he may be fat but he is strong and had learned a lot from his father. He is able to fix almost everything and he is really an expert with the computer. Master, please. I promise we can make him loose his fat as quick as possible. We can make him run outside, he can carry heavy things and he can work hard, Master."

I thought he had finished but after a hesitant pause he added

"Master, I can stand surety for this. Master, please, Master, I beg you Master."

Both boys were crying hard. I struggled to avoid a smile. I had expected Marcus would stand up for his friend but the seriousness of his plead had surprised me again.

"So you will suffer the consequences entirely if he fails?"

"Master, yes Master." he sobbed without hesitation.

The problem was that nine or ten year old boys usually still live in the present and could not really assess what would come next, even one of my last slaves, well in puberty, wasn't able to put his actions in the right temporal context. Marcus was far beyond this point. He was fully aware he had offered himself for his friend's sake. Now I had to make sure Chris had understood this too.

"Boy, I'm not convinced but I tend to give you a try. I'll offer you a deal. Be aware that you are a slave and I'm in no obligation to do this. Listen carefully. I'll give you a month. If this slave has not lost a significant amount of body fat and is working acceptable by then I'll slaughter him and sell you to an organ bank. Otherwise you'll get another five months to train him. If I'm satisfied you will both survive and continue your servitude. Else I sell you both. Take your time and think about. You can say no, nobody would hold this against you."

Both boys were white as a sheet of paper. Marcus had gulped heavily. He looked at Chris. The boy shook his head and tried to bury his face in his hands.

Marcus knelt down, kissed my feet and said.

"Master, I'll accept Master."

Chris collapsed.

"Noooooooo, don't do that, you can't give your life for me."

"We have a deal. This slave can work with Timo. Training is allowed when all chores are done."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you Master."

"Now prepare them for the night. Take this slave and feed my pet. You'll find the dog food in its room; one can and water only. If the pet sleeps, press the red button to wake it up. The green button opens the cage. Once it is out the collar is active. Remind the pet before you let it out. Put it back after feeding. Don't use your whip on my pet. If it refuses to eat the dog food, put it back immediately. Take this slave down to the cell. Feed you and the slaves with the slave food you'll find in the kitchen and store them for the night, hands secured and with gags. The houseboys may sleep on the beds; the other will stay tied on the concrete. When you have finished, come to my office."

"Master, yes Master."

"But before you leave: I think you have forgotten to punish this slave for speaking without permission and failing to address you correctly. So I have to do this. You know what that means."

"Master, yes Master. I'm sorry, Master."

"Slave, bend over, spread your knees and stick your ass out high."

"Boy, bend backwards, spread your knees and stick your groin out high."

I took my belt and strapped Chris four times on his lower buttocks. I turned to Marcus and saw his pecker hard and sticking out from his pushed up groin. Boys can't control their erections so I took no offence but flicked it twice before I smacked the belt four times on each of his inner thighs. I dismissed the boys. Marcus winced as his thighs rubbed together when he walked away.

I headed to my office. Years ago I had started to make tables with the duties of each slave so they would know exactly when they are expected what to do. That made it easier for the slaves and easier for me to punish them if they fail. There were displays in every room showing what has to be done next. I had to add some chores for my personal slave regarding his duties of training Chris and punishing Julian. And I deleted a section of the sklave's nightly duties. Time would come to add it again. After all, the boys were three or four years younger than their predecessors.

Marcus returned, made his ritual and awaited new instructions. I made him stand spread eagled. He has a beautiful preteen body and the marks form today's punishments began to fade. I beckoned him to come closer and stand between my legs. I pounded his perfectly round buttocks for a while. He winced as I touched the well beaten flesh. Then I turned him around and sat him on my leg.

"We have to do some business before we can go to bed. Tomorrow is the first day on full duty for you and the slaves. Your collar will wake you up at 5.30 a.m. Look at these tables. They tell you all the chores that had to be done. Take care; you are responsible that everything goes right. If you have to use a machine there will be a manual for each. Read it carefully. Make sure the houseboys do the same. They may not be perfect from the scratch, but you know how to encourage or punish them. If you are not sure about something, ask me. Inexperience is no shame, stupidity is. I'll punish you only if you are negligently, carelessly or lazy. You'll have to check everything the slaves do. This is going to be as hard as doing the chores yourself. You have to be everywhere at the same time. Don't worry; you will learn how to do that. Your collar will tell you when I want you but I expect you to report to me at least every hour. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master."

I stood him in front of me again.

"Look at me, boy."

"I had never expected what you have done today. You did a great job. Accept your punishments as part of education. And keep your spirit high, you will need it. I know all of you you miss your families and friends and will cry yourself into sleep more than once. But you have to accept the consequences of your own fault. You are slaves now. There is nothing you and your parents or guardians can ever change. Even if they could afford to buy you they wouldn't be allowed. That's the law. I bought you and you are mine. I own you entirely. I can do with you what I want. I am a strict and cruel master. But as long as you behave I am fair."

I wiped the tears from his face.

"Maybe you find this ridiculous when you think about Nico, Julian and Chris. Well, from your point of view this may be correct. I don't expect a nine year old boy to understand this yet but life isn't fair at all. Maybe it is cruel to treat a boy as a dog. But as long as Nico is my pet he will live. Maybe it is cruel to make his life a living hell but as long as Julian is my slave he will live. Maybe it is cruel to sell Chris away to where he might be killed within days. But if I had not bought him he might be dead already because he wouldn't be able to stay alive in a factory or mine. Timo would have ended up there too. And you, my little beauty, would be raped and fucked in a filthy brothel right now until your body is worn out. Then you would be thrown away like a sheet of toilet paper."

"It depends on yourself whether you are going to live the hard life of a domestic slave here with me and your friends or I sell you away. Speaking of friends: Be strict and fair. Beat them only when you have to but if you have to then beat them. They will understand. Normally the slaves hate the one with the whip and I was sure it would be the same with you. But your friendship is strong and as long as they know you care for them they will love you despite the pain you will inflict to them. You are a team. If the team is strong the team will survive. Lead your team, I know you can."

I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my neck and cried into my shoulder. I lifted him up and carried him around until he has calmed down. I didn't really know why I was doing that. Usually I didn't care about the feelings of my slaves, they would do what I want or else. Maybe it is because I had never a slave as young as he was. But at the end I had to admit to myself that I really liked the boy in my arms. We went to my bedroom and I placed him softly in the basket beneath my bed where he would sleep from now on if he wouldn't join me in my bed. He curled into a ball and was asleep within seconds. I kept stroking his hair and body for a while before I turned out the lights.

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