Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapter 8-10

Chapter 8
Rescue Mission

I called the boys at the end of their playtime. First it seemed they had chosen to ignore my commands like they would have done if one of their parents had called them for supper but then it was Marcus who was smart enough to realize that it would not be a good idea to disobey their master. Reluctantly they trotted over and each one kissed my feet.

"Attention! Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Master, yes Master! Thank you very much, Master!" four boys shouted in unison, moving into position.

"Playtime is a privilege, boys, don't forget. Now, there is still work to do today. Clean up and hit the shower. Marcus, chains for the boys and make sure everyone is neat and clean. I want supper in one hour. You will show Julian later how to care for my pet. Go!"

Every boy shrieked as the frigid water of the cell's shower hits his body. I certainly don't want to spoil my slaves with warm water. It took a lot of 'encouragement' making the boys stay under the shower head and soaping them thoroughly. Marcus had set the example, staying full five minutes under the shower, though chattering his teeth and getting blue lips. Of course his private parts were now shrunk to almost nullification. Having no blanket to dry him he had no other choice to stand and wait until most of the water had dropped off. The boys reported to him dutifully to getting their parts soaped. It was humiliating to stand in front of a younger boy and asking him to wash the most intimate part of a boy's body. But each little slave lost his red face and ears quite fast as he stood under the icy cold water again.

Later in the evening, as supper was eaten, care was taken for the pet and three tired little slaves were stored in their cell I sat with my personal slave in the living room, enjoying some music and a glass of wine. Marcus sat on the floor between my legs, resting his back on the seat of the couch, looking at the fire I had lit although it was early summer. His head had sunk against my crotch.

"Marcus, I don't know what your magic is. It's just the third day you're in my house and I have already fallen in love with you. I've bought more than twenty slaves over the years; some of them were really cuties and I liked them a lot, but I never had any feelings for them as I have for you."

"Master, thank you Master." He turned his head and clung at my legs. "I love you too, Master."

"Don't say this so easily, boy. How can you love a cruel man like me, a man who bought you like a piece of furniture or an animal? I use you; I abuse you and your friends just because I can. I beat you and torture you just for my pleasure. I hurt you and play with your feelings as if you were nothing."

"But Master, are we anything, Master? Sure, my mind tells me I'm still the same I was last week, but that is not true. I don't know exactly what it means but in the centre they told us that there is a whole statue book how you have to treat an animal; for slaves there is just one single act. They said that the goldfish I had in a bowl has now more rights than me, Master."

"Marcus, just to be sure, you are nine years old, aren't you?"

"Master, yes Master. Nine years, eight months and seven days, Master. Why?"

"How much is 144 x 288?"

"41.472, Master." he answered without the slightest hesitation.

"And the square root of 1089 is?"

"Master, that's 33, Master."

"Let's say a plane leaves San Francisco and flies over Europe to China. How many hours has it won?"

"Master, it hasn't won an hour. The time of day is different because the earth is rotating. But whatever is happening in the world it happens in the same second around the world, Master. Are we playing a game, Master?"

"Sort of, Marcus."

I saw a nine year old body and I heard a nine year old voice but the words were definitely not nine years old. I shuddered. There was a boy sitting in front of me, raped of his innocence and condemned to the life of a slave but with intelligence I couldn't even imagine. Most likely he would have rushed through school and university with flying colours and earned a lot of money. Now he would never posses a single cent.

"Marcus, you are a clever boy and I think you know that. I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer me truthfully, but not because you are a slave and you will never have a secret to your master. I want you to answer the questions from the depth of you heart, no matter how much it hurt. Are you ready for this?"

"Master, I don't know, Master," he said quietly.

"Marcus, have you heard your real parents saying you are something special? I don't mean in the usual way parents love their children but like you are different?"

He stood between my legs, facing me.

"Master, all I can remember is my mother said I would change the life of every person I come in touch. I don't know what she meant, Master."

"Marcus, I knew your mother well, we went to school together. It's really a pity she had to go. But I think she was right. How old were you when they died?"

"Master, I was five, Master," he said with tears in his eyes.

"I know your foster parents as well. They are good people, aren't they? Why did you say they didn't care for you?"

"Master, I don't know how to say, Master. I mean, I lived there and they gave me enough food and clothes. But nothing new, I had always to wear the old trousers and shirts of Toby, their older son, even his old undies. That was annoying but all in all it was not too bad, the clothes were clean and in good condition. But when Toby came home with good marks they praised him, if I did nobody said a word about it. When my marks were bad, nobody noticed. If I had a problem, nobody talked with me. I was in hospital when I broke a leg and they came for a visit only once a week. They never watched me playing soccer but we all had to go to Toby's swimming events. I felt every day I didn't belong to their family."

He cried now and I took him in my arms.

"Master, I was scared to death when you took me out of the cell the first time. I almost pissed in my pants as I heard Timo screaming. I really thought you will kill us. But then you asked me what I thought and somehow I felt you meant it. And you asked me about my opinion again two times later. Master, I can't remember anybody did this before. Even if you weren't really interested in my answers it felt so good to be recognized. Master, you made me talking about what the priest did to me. You said that wasn't right. You didn't take my body when you easily could but told me you want me to enjoy. You said you care about my feelings. I'm a slave and I know I'm not supposed to have feelings. But Master, when you hold me in your arms but also when you beat me, even when you put me in this frame, I feel safe. I've missed this feeling a lot, Master. I love you, Master."

Again we both hugged each other and cried against the other's shoulder. I simply couldn't help. The boy had touched my soul. He was so small, so fragile but yet so strong. I wanted to hold him in my arms for the rest of my life. Eventually he fell asleep. I carried him to my bed and managed to undress without letting him go. I felt his breath on my skin and his little heart pounding against my breast. I was never happier in my whole life when I closed my eyes.

I awoke and felt he was gone. I groped for him and almost panicked when I couldn't find him. I looked at the radio clock. It was short after 6 a.m. Marcus was on his duty. I smiled and dozed off again. At 07:30 a small boy crawled under the blanket of my bed and wrapped his mouth over my cock as far as he could. He started to work and I woke up with a tingling sensation in my groin, seeing the blanket moving up and down. The boy performed excellent. He used his hands to cover the whole shaft of my aroused penis and worked with his mouth and tongue on the top. I folded the blanket back. I tried to withhold as long as possible but eventually I climaxed. My hands pushed his head back and I shot my load all over his cute face. I pulled him on my chest and started to kiss and lick him clean. As most boys he didn't like kisses and grimaced but smiled at me when I looked deeply in his eyes.

"Master, good morning Master."

"Good morning, my little sunshine. How are you?"

"Master, thank you Master. Everything is fine. All slaves are working, Master."

"Very good, boy. Let's start the day then."

Marcus learned his duties fast. Even the wiping of my ass and licking my anus was performed without hesitation. Only few silent tears were shed as he held his hands out bravely for three strokes for dropping a bottle and spilling of shower foam.

He surprised me again at the breakfast table. I told him to read out the local newspaper and discussed several articles with him. He knew most of the politicians had general knowledge what was going on in the world. Of course like every boy he was best in sports. A shadow hushed over his face as he read about his former junior soccer team. Timo, who knelt in attention beside the table, whimpered quietly. The team has lost the last matches. The team's best players were now my slaves, apart from Sebastian, my neighbour's son who was a year older than my slaves. He was a lively boy and I liked him.

"What about Sebastian, did he score?" I asked.

Marcus had almost dropped the papers. He stared at me obviously totally confused. Timo's mouth stood wide open. Marcus gulped.

"Master, don't you know, Master?"

"What's wrong, tell me."

"Master, I had wondered why you had bought us five, Master."

"Because I wanted to rescue the whole bunch of culprits, boy."

"But Master, I thought you knew, Master. There were six of us." He almost cried.

It hit my mind I didn't see Sebastian for over a week. I rushed to my computer, almost running over Marcus. Opening the catalogue files I looked after Sebastian's name. His file popped up immediately. Being a year older he was in a different file as the other boys. I screamed. Without any hope I called the slavery office, fearing the worst. The officer refused to tell me who had bought him. We argued and it took a lot of effort to persuade him. It was a nightmare. I had heard about that mine. They bought large quantities of slaves every week. Almost all of them died because of 'accidents' within three or four days.

I almost desperately started to make some phone calls and emails to find out a contact to the company. That wasn't easy and it took several hours and lots of asking for a favour before I got a phone number. Marcus wanted to stay but I shoved him out of my office. The company blocked and I had to do what I never had done before. I had to use the name of one of my clients to get through their lines of defence. I had to apologise remorsefully to the client and was glad he understood. Nevertheless it cost me a lot of money. But it was rewarded with an appointment with one of the company's representatives. I called the local helicopter service that was run by a close friend of mine.

My slaves were locked into their cell and I was on my way. It was pure chance the representative lost his reservedness as we figured out his father knew my mother. Some small talk later I told him I weren't interested in the company's business and passed Sebastian's file to him. He frowned, asked me to wait and left. His expression as he returned sent me a shiver through my spine. He told me that it wasn't only the company's policy not to resell slaves but the slave I asked for had an 'accident' and wasn't in condition for work anymore. Disposal would be prepared, he said. I was devastated but I asked for a disposal contract. I would cover all costs and never mention where the slave came from.

I called my lawyer and he negotiated a deal the company could agree. The representative, I didn't even know his name, gave the order to process the slave to the disposal area. A cart arrived at the helipad and tipped a hardly to be recognized body to the ground. I signed a paper and looked at the boy. He was unconscious but was breathing. His heart beat slow and his pupils hardly contracted. His body was almost black of dirt, scars and bruises could only be guessed but welts were clearly seen on his whole body, even in his face. I had expected the slaves were treated harshly but this was worse. No company would dare to treat animals like that or a public outcry would follow. But these kids were no animals, they were slaves. They were meant to be used and then thrown away. Could a society be more degenerated treating its own flesh and blood this way? Suddenly I felt sick about being an active part of this system.

If somebody had told me a week or so before I would hire a helicopter to rescue a slave I would have laughed at him. Now I sat in the cabin with a half death boy slave over my lap, stroking his face and holding his dirty body. I had called the veterinarian to meet me at his clinic. As we arrived he looked at me in disgust. I explained what I had done but didn't mention the company. He understood and started a quick check. With a stern look he told me that the boy was in a very bad condition and he didn't know if the slave could survive. He suggested I should let him die and buy me another slave. I asked him to do his best to rescue the boy regardless of the costs. We rushed through the waiting area. All sorts of pets and animals kept by their owners were waiting for their turn with the vet. I saw dogs, cats, birds, snakes and guinea pigs. And, sitting on the floor or in cages, young boys and girls: slaves. Being not longer considered as humans slaves weren't treated by paediatricians anymore. Vets took the opportunity. I always had a health insurance for my slaves as I always cared for them to keep them able to serve me. Whether the insurance was going to cover the costs of Sebastian's treatment I didn't know and it didn't matter. I wanted him to survive.

The vet worked for about two hours. I paced up and down outside the theatre waiting for the doc to come out. He called me in instead. The boy was cleansed now and his body looked horrible. He must be beaten severely and constantly. The vet told me the boy had been drugged and he guessed that the slave had been forced to work hard without any break before his body broke down. With the drugs inside this could have lasted more than sixty hours. I turned away and cried.

Slave boys could be trained to work hard but what this company did was a complete exploitation of the slave material. But as long as fresh slaves could be supplied this didn't matter for a profit orientated company. I expected my slaves to work hard too but I took my time to train and teach them. But profit always succeeds humanity.

I learned from the vet that no bones were broken and the scars and bruises would probably heal without much damage left but the problem was his brain. He couldn't say whether it was damaged or destroyed. He couldn't even analyze the synthetic drugs in the boy's blood and therefore he couldn't antagonize them. Apart from waiting the only thing he could do was applying an experimental medicament, he told me. A benefit for science was the possibility to test new substances on the slaves. Most medicine wasn't tested for the use on children before the enslavement act because of the risks and costs. Even completely new drugs could be given to slaves without restrictions. But I trusted the vet. He had shown his skills many times before bringing slaves of mine back to work quickly. I was told Sebastian could have become addicted to the drug and the withdrawal could become excruciating so he should be kept completely restrained for his own protection.

I put Sebastian in a bed in one of my guest rooms, bound spread eagled but not stretched. He could move a bit but not so much to be able to hurt himself or others. His head was fixed with a small leather harness to the headboard of the bed. He had a tube in his throat to prevent choking. The vet hat drained his bladder with a catheter so he was now completely safe while under supervision. I let my eyes wander over his boyish frame. He was small for his age, slender but not exactly skinny. He was only slightly bigger than Timo but his genitals showed clear signs of puberty and were well developed. But now his ball sack was deep purple and blue, his well built penis was badly bruised. The vet had asked me about removing his balls to ease his pain. Most boy slaves were gelded when they grow older to earn more money at sales or protect female family members but I did this seldom. Sebastian was too young for this. His head had been shaven. He wore a snout ring. A fierce welt stood prominently in his face. It went from his cheeks over his nose and between his eyes to his forehead. What kind of man could do this to a little child, even it was a slave? Sure I liked to hear my boys scream but I would never whip their faces. A stroke in a boy's face could damage his mind permanently. None of my slaves ever suffered any lasting damage. I applied the healing ointment on his body and mad sure he was breathing well.

Before I entered the cell I tried to compose myself a bit. I shouldn't have worried because I had to smile when I saw my boys exercising positions in the cell. Marcus and Julian were 'tables' and Chris and Timo knelt in 'attention'. All were curious to know what had happened but they didn't dare to ask. I ordered them to follow. Upstairs I fetched Nico from his cage. He was whimpering and had barked to get attention. I scolded myself for forgetting to take care of him this morning. He was desperate to crawl to his toilet box but had managed to hold everything. I would reward him later. All boys were assembled in front of the guest room door.

"Listen, boys. I was able to buy Sebastian but it was probably too late. He had to work in a mine. I really don't know if he will survive. The doc said we can only wait. You will help me to supervise him. Each of you will be with him for two hours then the next will follow. Watch him. Call me if anything changes. Before we go in I have to tell you that he is unconscious, his body looks terrible and he is tied for his own protection. He had been drugged and could hurt himself or you. So don't untie him regardless what happens. Just call me. While you are with him talk to him and let him feel your presence. Keep his lips wet. Please, don't cry or shout. You can now go inside. Do you all understand?"

"Master, yes Master!" they replied quietly.

The boys were shocked. Nico looked at Marcus and than at me with pleading eyes. As the oldest of the five he was always closest to Sebastian. I nodded.

"You can be first. This is an emergency and so you may use your hands and talk. Your collar is deactivated."

He just blinked twice. I hushed the other boys out. Before the door shut I saw Nico still on his fours, resting his face gently on Sebastian's hand. Every boy had tears in his eyes. I got on my knees and hugged all four.

"Boys, I'm sorry but I didn't know he was for sale too. You can see what would have happened to you if someone else had bought you. The world outside is cruel to young slaves. But as long as you live here you are save. I like you, boys, so work hard and keep me happy. Everyone back to work now."

"Master, yes Master." the boys sniffed.

I tried to do some work but I couldn't concentrate. I returned to the guestroom. Nico crouched on the bed beside his friend, his face cheek on cheek with Sebastian. He whimpered softly. It was a dog's whimper and Nico's hands were flat on the sheet. Sebastian's cheek was wet. Nico had licked him gently like a dog would do. I was sure he didn't say a word. I took a seat at the other side of the bed. Nico turned his head and looked at me reproachfully. I wiped a tear from his cheek and stroked his head.

"It's a cruel world, Nico. I could scold myself but nobody told me Sebastian was with you. I've done what I could. It cost me a lot of money but that doesn't matter. Time will show us whether he recovers or not. Be sure I want him back as well as you, Nico."

I caressed Sebastian's chest with my other hand. Nico looked in my eyes deeply. Eventually he stuck his tongue out and licked my hand before returning to Sebastian's face. Under other circumstances they would have looked so sweet together. I took a blanket and laid it over the two boys and left the room.

Marcus was told how to reach me and I walked down the road to Sebastian's parents. Normally I didn't want the parents of my slaves know where they are, but everyone in the village knew my boys so they would be recognized if anybody sees them. Thomas and Barbara were my friends for over twenty years now. They were against slavery but had accepted I was a slaveholder. They knew I care for my slaves. When they came for a barbecue Sebastian and his little brother Luke were allowed to play with my slaves as long as I didn't need them.

I found Barbara lying in her living room. I could see she had cried. Thomas pressed his lips together and even six years old Luke played only half-heartedly. The boy was brought to his room and Thomas came back to us.

"We are friends for a long time now. Why didn't you tell me? You know I'm a slaveholder, I could have helped him. I had promised to protect him but when he needed me I wasn't there."

"Mike, it all happened too fast. We thought about asking you to buy him, but…" Thomas left his sentence unfinished.

"He would have been mine, yes. He would have lived with me, only next door but lost as your son forever, I know. But the point is he would have been alive. Thomas, I've learned this morning he was sold to a mining company. You know what that means."

Barbara burst in tears. Thomas tried to comfort her. He nodded with tears in his eyes.

"He is dead."

"He would be if I hadn't intervened today. It took great effort to get my hands on him. You can't imagine what they are doing with their slaves. However, he is alive, at least at the moment. The vet said we can only wait."

Barbara grabbed my hand.

"Mike, where is he? Can I see him?"

"Barb, he is in my house. But I don't know if it would be a good idea to see him. He is in a very bad shape, Barb. He is unconscious."

"Mike, I'm a nurse. Please, let me go to him."

We discussed it for a while but eventually I gave in. Perhaps the voice of his mother could do him any good. She asked me if she can bring along his favourite music discs and his stuffed toy he had slept with since he was a toddler and I agreed.

I told them I had to prepare some things and she could come in about half an hour. Thomas would follow when Luke was sleeping. I headed home and called my slaves together.

"Boys, guests are coming in thirty minutes. Timo, prepare an informal dinner for three; Chris can help you. I want to eat in two hours. Julian, check the living room and then wait in your cell until I call you. Do some stretching exercises. Marcus, come with me."

I quickly looked after Sebastian and found the situation unchanged. In my office I took a small tunic and told Marcus to put it on. The tunic was made of a light blue fabric with golden hems. It was sleeveless and had a low neckline. It ended just below his hips. He realized it didn't hide anything as he had hoped; rather the opposite would happen. Everyone's eyes would be drawn to his groin. He blushed and was embarrassed.

"You will wear this tunic when guests are in my house or we go out. Now listen. When the door bell rings you will open the door. Make a bow and keep your eyes down. You will know the guests but you will address them as 'Ma'am' or 'Sir', nothing else. Be extremely polite but don't talk otherwise. The lady will be first. Lead her to my office. Then you go to the guest room and put Nico in his room without delay. Feed him and stay there until I call you or the man arrives. Got it?"

"Master, yes Master."

"Good. Remind all slaves to stay on their knees. Absolutely no talking, eyes always on the floor. I want your best behaviour and will not tolerate the slightest mistake. I'm sorry you couldn't practise before."

I sent him away with a sharp smack at his butt. He jumped and ran out. Barbara came a few minutes later. Marcus was shocked when he saw his friend's mother but performed as I had told him. Barbara was too worried to recognize him with his hairless head bowed.

Chapter 9
A Servant's Dilemma

She said nothing, trying to hold back her tears.

"I know you didn't spank your sons. That made what he had experienced probably worse. I could only hope he had no memories when he wakes up. Barb, they didn't just punish him, they had beaten him constantly. He was drugged. He had to work without a break until he broke down. He looks terrible. Are you sure you want to see him?"

"Yes, Michael."

"Be strong, Barb. The doctor had told me he could be addicted to the drug they gave him so he should be secured. He is bound for his own protection, Barb, please don't untie him or he could hurt himself."

Tears shot in her eyes as she saw her son lying in the bed with the angry welts covering his face and arms. She folded the blanket back and broke almost down. The sight of her little boy's tortured body was too much to bear for a mother. I had to hold her tightly until she calmed down. Eventually she was able to care for her son again. Her profession took over. She checked his pulse and breath, looked at his injuries and asked for warm water and a flannel. I fetched it myself. She wanted to be alone with Sebastian and I left.

Thomas arrived an hour later. He had brought Luke to his grandparents. The poor boy didn't understand his brother would never come back to live with his family again. Marcus let Thomas in and brought him to my office. Thomas was the boy's soccer coach so he recognized him immediately. The boy's face and ears went bright red as Thomas stared at him. I sent him away to get the dinner ready. Thomas would get an explanation later I told him. He struggled to keep calm when he entered the guestroom. Barbara had washed her son and treated his welts. Now she sat there, stroking his chest, and read out from a book. Thomas kissed his son on his forehead.

"If I could get my hands on the bastard who did this I would kill him," he hissed.

"You'd have to queue because I would be first, Thomas. I'm part of the slavery system, I know, but these people should be sent to hell," I replied.

"Would you both join me for dinner, please? We have to talk. My boys will look after Sebastian."

Knowing I was the new owner of her son Barbara didn't refuse my request. I called Marcus and told him to send Chris to watch Sebastian. We went to the dining room where the boys had set the table perfectly. Marcus took his place behind me and Timo pushed the trolley in. Seeing both boys together Barbara recognized them.

"Yes Barb, Marcus and Timo are my new slaves. Chris, Julian and Nico are here as well. I found their files in last weeks slave catalogue. I thought this was the whole bunch of culprits. Unfortunately I was wrong as I learned this morning. Serve the dinner, boys."

"But how can you… I mean… your friends?" Barbara stuttered.

"That's why I bought them. I like the boys. Sure, they have to work for me, but they are alive. You know me and you knew most of my previous slaves. You know I had cared for each of them. Do you think one of them would have preferred to work in a factory or even a brothel? Somebody would have bought them and probably they could have joined Sebastian's fate."

Timo found it humiliating to kneel naked beside his former coach. Thomas cupped the boy's buttocks as he served a bowl of mushroom soup. Timo blushed and wished the floor would swallow him. To maximise his embarrassment his little pecker pointed fully erect to his navel.

"But they are so young…"

"Yes they are. As I said before, I don't think they deserve a live long punishment. But actually there is nothing we can do against it. The only thing I can do is to give them a good home."

"And to sell them after two or three years like your other slaves." Barbara argued.

"Maybe, but I don't think so. All my other slaves were much older. I bought them with thirteen or fourteen and sold them not before they reached sixteen. Nikki was seventeen when I gave him away; to one of our friends, by the way. So the boys can expect at least six happy years with me if they meet my expectations."

"They don't look very happy, Michael," she said as the boys served the next course.

"They are naked and you have beaten them."

She stroked the fading welts on Marcus' thighs. This gentle touch awoke his penis and he joined Timo's blushing.

"Of course they are naked, Barbara. They are slaves. You know my slaves were always naked. They will get used to. Why should I waste my money by buying clothes? And aren't they a nice sight? Slaves, display! They are both beautiful boys. But boys need discipline. This is just the third day of their servitude. Look how well behaved the boys perform their tasks. Thomas, you know the boys best. Do you think they would do so without the fear of getting their little asses trashed by the slightest mistake? "

"No, not really." he smiled while caressing Timo, one of the liveliest boys in his soccer team.

"Beside nobody is happy today. The boys shed their tears for Sebastian. They would do everything to make him better. All boys are livelong friends. They have lost everything. Should they loose each other too?"

One of the hardest things a slave has to learn to endure was other people's talking about him as if he weren't there. It felt like the last bit of human dignity was taken from you. Every child knows how it is to stand beside the adults, hearing their talking about them. But a child could draw attention; a slave should never dare to do so. Young Timo was on the verge of crying. Serving his master was one thing but being forced to do kneel naked in such an exposed way in front of others while enduring the mans fondling on his body was getting too much for him.

I sensed it and ordered Timo to bring me more of the peppered steak he had cooked. After we had finished the boys served the dessert. Desserts had been Timo's favourite part of cooking at home where he could have a nibble of the sweet food. Tonight he had prepared chocolate covered slices of exotic fruits on black plates with pieces of white chocolate under icing sugar. Sure his little fingers were covered with the sweets when he did that. Every boy would have licked the chocolate off. As Timo had placed the plate in front of me I grabbed his chin and forced him to open his mouth. I couldn't see any traces of chocolate on his lips so he must either have washed him quickly or he didn't eat any. He was shocked and clearly couldn't understand what I wanted. I let him go.

Despite her sorrow Barbara couldn't help but to enjoy the meal. As she saw the carefully decorated dessert plates she asked me.

"Michael, who is your cook? It is delicious. Please, call him in."

"He is already here, Barb. Chef de Cuisine in this house is this young slave. Timo, attention."

My guests stared at Timo. The boy blushed again deeply. He focused the floor.

Thomas padded the young slave's shoulder. Then he held a piece of chocolate in front of the boy's mouth. The lad didn't know how to react. He would love to have something like a sweet in his mouth again but didn't dare to take it. He had resisted the temptation of licking his fingers, fearing a harsh punishment from his master. He realized suddenly what I had looked for a couple of minutes before. Now he was in a predicament. Should he take the gift and risk to displease his master or should he reject and snubbing his master's guest? He blinked at his prefecet almost desperately. Timo could see the trouble his friend was in but couldn't decide either so he gave me a questioning look quickly.

"Thomas, I thank you for your generosity. I'm afraid young Timo is in a dilemma now. For you this bit of chocolate is just a little part of your dessert. For a young slave like Timo it would be a piece of heaven. He would worship the hand that provided him this pleasure. So you may ask why he doesn't take it. It is simple. He would never dare to do that without permission. It's a question of discipline. The boys were fed twice a day. They aren't allowed to eat anything else. As cook he could have licked some of the chocolate as he made the dessert. Maybe you have seen I had checked his mouth. But he didn't. He knew the consequences of disobeying. Well, young Timo here is smart. I had told the boys I want their best behaviour. So your gentle gesture made him to choose between disobeying me by taking the chocolate and disobeying me by being impolite to a guest of mine if he refuses to take it. His bottom would pay tonight whatever he does."

"Michael, that's cruel!" Barbara shouted.

"No, that's discipline. But, after all, the boy had done what he should do in such a situation. He had asked. You didn't notice? Well, I'm glad to hear that. That's how it should be. My slaves must be able to communicate without words or gestures. He had asked and he will get an answer. I expect my slaves always to do their best. I know, nobody could be perfect all the time, but at least they should try. Timo had cooked a good meal. Chris had helped him and is now with Sebastian. Nico was at Sebastian's side until you arrived. Julian had done all other chores. And young Marcus here, well you might have noticed his tunic, is the slave's prefect what means he is responsible for his slaves. They work as a team. If you reward one slave with a piece of chocolate you'll put his part of the teamwork over the others. Of course you can do that if you feel it was worthy. It's up to you, Thomas. If you insist, he could take it."

It was silent in the dining room. Both boys were on attention but didn't dare to look at Thomas. Barbara stared at me. Thomas hadn't removed his hand yet but I could saw it started to tremble. Eventually he put the chocolate back on his plate.

"Well, I'm afraid I had underestimated the complexity of a slave's existence. The whole thing isn't easy for us all. We must learn that things are different now. I'm sorry I had caused this weird situation thoughtlessly. But to my mind even slaves can earn a reward for good performance."

I saw Marcus straighten. He glimpsed at me. I nodded my agreement.

"Master, Ma'am, Sir, please excuse me. Sir, you already gave him the greatest reward a slave could get. The purpose of a slave's existence is to serve and please his master. Ma'am, Sir, master had learned you have relished the meal the slave had prepared. If his guests are pleased master would be too. Therefore the slave's efforts have fulfilled their purpose. What could a slave expect more?"

My guests were dumbfounded. They knew Marcus as a quiet nine year old boy and had expected him to act like a boy of his age. As I had to learn earlier they realized they were wrong. I offered a drink but Barbara wanted to return to Sebastian. Thomas joined me. I told Marcus to send Chris to clean the kitchen up. All other slaves should come to the living room.

I had lit a fire (I wouldn't give preteen boys a lighter even if they are well trained slaves). Marcus served us a glass of whisky and took his position behind my chair. Timo and Julian entered the room quietly and knelt in attention beside the door. Nico couldn't open the door himself so he called for attention by scratching the door. Marcus bowed slightly and let him in without a noise. I was curious about Thomas' reaction to Nico. The pet boy crawled in, looked around, went to Thomas, sniffled at his legs; came over to me and huddled his body against my shins.

"Sit!"

Nico sat on his heels, his palms flat on the floor and rested his head on my thighs. I stroked his head, feeling the soft stubbles growing again already. Thomas stared at us but said nothing. He turned his glass between his fingers. I pointed to the floor beside his chair.

"Timo, table!"

The boy shuffled quickly over and presented his smooth white belly as table to my guest. Thomas understood the intention but hesitated. I ordered Julian as table next to me. I placed my glass on his belly button. It went a bit up and down as the boy tried to control his breathing. I stroked his soft loin area and his little member responded almost immediately. I could feel the trembling in his body as the boy reacted to the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation. But he didn't flinch as I started to fondle his pecker. Between his spread legs Thomas could see the ball stretcher with the lead weight attached. I had decided that Julian would wear it all the time as reminder of his status as my boy toy. The weight would increase slowly within the next years. The lead hung slightly below the butt plug which was visible too. Thomas shifted uneasy on his chair.

"Michael, why are you doing this?"

"The answer is simple. I do it because I can. Thomas, you know I'm in boys. Men had boys since mankind exists. In ancient times there was nothing bad at it. It's only in our 'modern days' that paedophilia was removed from the public but not from happening. Do you really believe that all the men keeping boy slaves had begun doing so as the act was introduced? No, my friend, boys were always available, some willingly, some not. I did never touch one of the latter. Sex isn't anything we should hide from our children. Boys know they are sexy. Boys want to have sex. I know that and I don't care about what 'experts' say. I had sex with all my slaves and I won't make a difference with these."

"But they are too young, Michael."

I pulled Marcus at my side and wrapped my arm around his waist.

"Are they? Here we have a nice specimen of a nine year old boy. Everything on him is perfectly normal apart from his outstanding beauty."

My hand grabbed his little pecker and started to jerk him off. The boy blushed.

"The boy had never played with his dick he told me. He can't cum yet but he can enjoy an orgasm."

Despite his embarrassment Marcus began to squirm and to moan. He wasn't able to keep quiet and let out some high pitched shrieks as the pleasure in his body rose. Just as his body started to tense I stopped. He groaned in frustration and tried instinctively to continue with his own hand. I grabbed his arm and held it more tightly as necessary. The boy knew he had almost made a terrible mistake and blushed deeper in shame. His little pecker pointed out helplessly into the air.

"It felt good, didn't it? Want me to continue?" I asked the boy.

"Master, please Master," the boy begged and trusted his hips forward.

"Naughty little brat." I laughed and smacked him on his butt.

"Look at Timo, Thomas. You can see his little pecker seeks attention too. The boy doesn't know it yet, but he will love it. But he could get it only from me or my guests. My boys aren't allowed to touch themselves, never. It's a matter of control. I control the boy's life in every aspect. I control their bodies and their minds. Their thoughts are like an open book for me to read. Young Julian here hates me with everything he has. He hates me for what he is. He hates me for what I am. He hates me for what I had done to him. He hates me for what I am doing to him now. And he will hate me in future if he doesn't learn to enjoy. But he will obey me whatever I want. Now. I had to break him. I had to hurt him deeply, physically and mentally. He learned he is nothing if I don't want him to be something. He learned his lessons painfully. But he learned it as all my slaves did."

Thomas had his hand on Timo's belly now. The boy struggled already to keep his position.

"Do it, Thomas. I know you want it. I saw how you looked on him for long time. He needs it. Give him the reward you wanted him to receive. Take him to a place where he never was before."

He touched Timo's penis but took his hand away immediately.

"I can't. Not here, not now. Not him. It feels so 3; weird."

"Not to me. I had always sex with my slaves. And I won't change that because of where they came from."

"And Sebastian will be a part of it."

"If he recovers – yes he will. I don't say I'm sorry because it would be a lie. Most of my boys liked to have sex with me. It will hurt at the beginning but they will learn to enjoy it. Usually I don't rape them. I had to do it to Julian to break him. I took away his virginity without a chance for him to enjoy this unique moment. But he is a slave; it was my right to do it. Young Marcus here didn't have any chance too. But it was not me who raped his innocence. And he wasn't a slave yet."

"No!"

"Yes. Maybe I will tell you more some day. But I'll try to turn it into a god thing as soon as he tells me he is ready for it. And I really hope I can do that for Julian too."

I took my glass from Julian's body and ordered both table boys to change to attention before they would brake down. Julian was deeply ashamed, not only because I had talked about him but he had enjoyed my fondling. I was right; he hated me, but wanted me to continue playing with his dick. Like Marcus he hadn't discovered the joys of masturbation but he was aware that something was going on with his parts. My touch made him feeling good no matter how much he wanted to hate me for doing this. More strangely to him was the realization that he felt somehow safe when he could follow my orders after he had surrendered yesterday. It seemed right to his mind that I was the one to command and he the one to obey. He was rebellious and a bully. His young mind wasn't able to see that his behaviour was an unwitting attempt to protect his unsure and vulnerable self by pretending to be strong and superior. In reality he needed to be guided and shielded. He had always left it to others to make essential decisions for him. Neither he nor I did know that at that moment but Julian had found the true vocation of his life – to be a slave.

"You are remarkably calm, Thomas. You sit here with a man who had announced he would fuck your son and you didn't even argue."

"I don't know what to think or to do, Mike. I have lost my son last week when they put him into slavery. At least I tried to put this in my mind. You can't imagine how you feel when you open a letter that tells you the child you had raised and loved does not longer exist. More than once I had wished the police car would have killed him. We would have had a body to bury. We would have had a grave to visit. But we have nothing. There is pure emptiness. If he had been kidnapped we would have a hope. For us there is no hope. He will never come back to us. Deep inside me there is a voice that says hit this bastard in front of you in his face; grab your son and run as far as you can."

I signalized Marcus to bring the boys out and leave us alone.

"Of course I know that is nonsense. They would find us and take him away again. And they would take Luke as well. But Luke is all we have left. I can't let him down as I did with Sebastian."

"Thomas, it wasn't your fault."

He jumped up.

"Of course it was. I'm his father! A father has to protect his son. But where was I when he needed me? I was sitting in that damned bank office and handled some rich man's money."

I stood up and said sternly

"Thomas, you can't be around your sons 24 hours a day. They need their space; they need their freedom even to do naughty things. You are the best father to your sons I have ever seen. Don't hate yourself for something you couldn't prevent. You are right. You can't let your family down. Be strong. For your Barbara, Luke and for Sebastian."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"Thomas, there are things we can't change; there are facts we can't ignore. But I didn't try to rescue Sebastian just for me. He will live with me and he will serve me. He is a slave and will be one for the rest of his life. But I want him to know that his family will always love him. Can you do that?"

He stood there, his look was distant and his mind seemed to be far away. Tears formed in his eyes. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed soundly. I hugged him gently.

"It's o.k., Thomas, let it out."

And he did. All the sorrow and pain he had tried to hide away came to the light again. We stood there almost an hour. Eventually he took me at my shoulders.

"Please promise me that you don't abuse him. You'll treat him good, don't you?"

"I'll do, Thomas, I'll do."

"Thank you."

"It's getting late, my friend. I suggest you say goodbye to your son. I'll tell you how he is doing. We'll need some time together but as soon as he is ready you can visit him. Please be patient. Please don't tell the boy's parents they are with me. It's the same to them. They are not ready yet to meet their relatives."

Chapter 10
Sebastian's Recovery

On Saturday I sat in my office writing some mails as Nico rushed in. I could see he was agitated; he barked loud and turned around to the door. I followed him. First I was puzzled as Sebastian lay still motionless in his bed. But Nico crawled on the bed, laid his right paw on the boy's balls and pointed with his nose to it. I didn't understand first so he stubbed his nose against my hand and then nodded to his paw. He knew he had permission to speak but obviously he had chosen to accept his fate as a pet totally.

I put my hand on the boy's scrotum. It was still red and blue. Nico looked at me expectantly. Surely he wouldn't have called me to play with Sebastian's balls so there must be something wrong. I guessed Nico hat licked the whole body of his friend, trying to wake him up, and found something. So I cupped the balls with my hand and rolled them around. I sensed something hard sticking out of his right testicle. I tried to feel what it was but all I could figure out was that it was something artificial. Nico saw my clueless expression and whimpered. I praised him for his good work and went to call the vet.

The doctor arrived thirty minutes later. He was curious about our discovery. He ran the balls through his fingers and felt it immediately. He didn't know what it was. He covered the scrotum with sterile clothes and opened the boy's sack with a scalpel. I couldn't believe what I saw. There was a small tubular object sticking in the boy's testicle. The ball itself was angry red and swollen.

"Bastards!" the vet spat.

"This implant applies small but constant doses of drugs. It is normally used to give medicine slowly over a long period but only subcutaneously. We have to take it out. I'd suggest removing the testicle complete. I don't know if it would heal."

"Only if there is no other way, please."

"It will hurt big time if he wakes up. It would be easier for him without it."

"I want him as complete as possible. If he could manage the drugs he would cope with the pain. He is a tough little boy."

"Sure he is. I'm surprised he is still alive. I wouldn't have put money on him."

He stitched the testicle up, put a drain in and sealed the scrotum.

"Now, again, waiting is the name of the game." he said.

"Mike, this is serious. Slaves are pretty much without any rights but this is against the law. We should take this to court."

"I'm afraid I can't. I had to sign a contract that prevents me from such actions."

"But not me. All I need is the name of the company."

"I can't. It's included in the contract. It reminds me it is still on my desk. I should put it into the safe. By the way, if you want to clean your hands before you go, the bathroom is next door to the office."

The vet smirked, shook my hand and left. Nico had waited patiently outside the room and crawled in now. He cuddled to my legs and gave me a worried look. I knelt down and put an arm around his shoulder.

"The world outside is much more cruel even I could imagine, little pet. Sebastian is strong, but we still don't know if he could come back to us as he was before. We must be patient. I promise to you, as long as you live with me nobody will do you any harm. I love you."

He rubbed his face against my shoulder and I held him tightly. Then, for the first time in almost a week, he fell out of his role. Only for a moment but it knocked me from my feet, literally. He wrapped his arms around my neck, kissed me on my cheek and whispered

"I love you too, Master."

He was back on his fours within a second and pressed his body against me. I could feel him trembling. Tears shot in my eyes. He endured one of the greatest humiliations a master could cause to a slave. I had taken everything from him that would let him be a boy. I had taken his voice, forbade using his hands and feet and using a toilet. I kept him in a cage, fed him dog food and led him around on a leash. Short I had taken his humanity. And yet he did say the most beautiful words in the world and I felt he meant it in every way a ten year old boy can do. I hugged him and cried silently. I was ashamed but also aroused. I was sure the boy was ready to join me in my bed soon. We sat there for almost an hour. He had curled into a ball on my lap and I stroked and caressed his body. There was no place for words, just trust, love and care.

Saturday passed without any changes to Sebastian's condition. Sunday's sport afternoon went well but there was a certain lack of spirit in the boy's free play. Timo had thought Sebastian had moved his fingers earlier that day but as long we had watched him he didn't repeat. After supper I noticed that the boy's head lay definitely at its other side as it did before I left him. Chris was with him this time but he hadn't noticed that motion. The boys were excited and I had to force them to their beds.

Long after midnight I slept soundly with Marcus at my side. I felt something pulling at my shoulder and I opened my eyes reluctantly. A heavy panting Timo stood there, clearly agitated.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"

He went pale as he realized that he had not only bolted into my room without permission (in fact it was the first time he was in it) but had touched his master deliberately. His agitation changed into horror. His jaw hit the ground. His mind wandered to the torture frame. Since he saw Chris hanging in the frame he was scared to death.

"Answer me boy!"

A sharp smack brought him back. Suddenly he remembered why he was there and stammered

"Master, he… Sebastian…. he is squirming, Master."

I knocked the poor boy over as I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the guest room where Sebastian was. Timo was right, Sebastian clearly tried to move his limbs; he even groaned slightly. I jumped at his side and talked to him. I pinched him but his reactions were still indifferent. He was trenched in sweat. I didn't know what I should think about his condition. Sure it was a good sign he was moving but I still feared his brain could be damaged. I sent Timo to fetch warm and cold water. Timo washed Sebastian's body carefully and I put a cold cloth on his head. Hours later nothing had changed. Sebastian was still pulling on his straps but didn't react to talking or touching. Chris took over from Timo and I told him to call me immediately when something happened. I knew it would be a long day and I needed some more sleep.

As Marcus crawled out of my bed in the morning I was awake too. I dressed in my gown and headed to Sebastian's room. The door stood open slightly and I was to open it as I heard a young voice singing a beautiful song. I waited until the song had ended and entered. Julian sat at Sebastian's bed and stroked his friend gently over his face. The boy seemed to have calmed down, only a few pulls at his bindings told me he was still moving. When Julian noticed me he stood up and started to round the bed. I knew he was up to kiss my feet but I beckoned him to sit down again. I took a place at the other side of the bed and reached over to stroke Julian's cheeks.

"I heard you singing, Julian."

The boy blushed.

"I don't know the song. What was it?"

"Master, I don't know how it's called but my mother sang it when I was ill, Master. I'm sorry Master, I won't do it again."

"Boy, it was wonderful. Would you sing it again, please?"

Julian blushed even more but took my wish as the order it was and started again. I felt a shiver running down my spine as he sang the song in the high and energetic levels only young boys could reach. The song was about a boy that was deathly ill but was saved by the good wishes of his family and friends. Tears stood in my eyes when he reached the end. Sebastian was lying still in his bed with, obviously relaxed with a hint of a smile in his face. I asked Julian to keep on singing, no matter what, just let Sebastian hear that beautiful voice. If he needed a rest he should play some music from the boy's CD's his mother had brought along.

In early afternoon the vet came for a visit. He gave Sebastian another injection that would hopefully break the influence of the drug. Again he told me his concerns about the long time the boy was unconscious. He had accepted my personal interest in the boy but to him it would have been merciful to let him die. I didn't want to think about the possibility of brain damage and had hope against hope he would recover fully.

The house settled back to the daily routine but everywhere you could feel the tension. Late in the evening I sat beside the boy's bed; slowly caressing Nico's back who crouched on the bed, his head resting on his friend's chest. I had looked just a few seconds away and as I returned my glance I saw Sebastian lying there with open eyes and a tear rolling down his right cheek. But it was an empty glance from the boy; he seemed to look through us with no hint of consciousness. I felt a pain in my chest and it didn't get lost to Nico. The boy whimpered and tears were in his eyes too. But all I could do was providing a little comfort with my caressing hands. I changed the infusion the vet had put on Sebastian to get more fluids into his weak body. He had closed his eyes again.

Over the next hours I could hear occasional sobs and moans from Sebastian. It was long after midnight, I was fighting not to doze off, when the sounds changed. He was now really crying. He pulled on the restraints we had put back on and threw his head around. Suddenly I heard what should be a scream but came out as a weakly whisper.

"No, no, no!"

He cried out again and I thought someone was ripping me apart. I had sent all boys to bed and so I was alone with him. Softly I caressed his chest and cheeks. He had wrapped the fingers of his right hand around my thumb and held it for dear life. Eventually his crying abated to soft sobs.

"Mummy! Mummy."

With tears running down my cheeks I unfastened the straps and wrapped my arms around his body. Carefully I lifted him up; kissing and stroking cheek to cheek I carried him around as far as the tubes in his body allowed. He leaned limp against my body. I slipped out of my shirt and put it over his shoulders to let him feel the warmth of my body from both sides. Soothing words where whispered into his ears and eventually he opened his eyes again. I can't say if he had recognized me but there was life in his eyes. I managed to smile to him. It didn't last long before his lids fell down again but his arms found my neck and were loosely wrapped around. We returned to his bed and without letting him go but full of hope I fell asleep with him in my arms.

The next days were hard, even harder than watching him lying unconsciously. When he was asleep he suffered bad dreams, when he was awake he cried. So far he hadn't given a sign that he was aware of us being around him. He was still fed by a stomach probe in his nose and we had to secure his wrists again to protect him from pulling it out. I was with him every minute I could manage but Nico had to be forced to leave for eating and emptying himself each time. So it was no surprise that he was at his usual place beside his friend as Sebastian opened his eyes. But this time there was a reaction. The boy frowned.

"Nico?"

It was just a whisper but this whisper made me darting back to his bed from my place at the window. Nico bumped forward and started to lick Sebastian's face in excitement. Sebastian tried to stop this strange administration but found out that he couldn't bring his arms to his face. He looked around, clearly puzzled, noticed the straps on his wrists and tried to get free.

"Easy, boy, everything is alright." I assured him his safety.

"Mike?" he asked after he had stared at me for a while.

Nico winced as he heard him saying my name but I pointed to him that it was all right. I sent him to call the other boys.

"Hello Sebastian, how are you?"

I asked with water in my eyes. Tons of rocks fell from me in these seconds.

"Where am I? What happened?"

"You are in my house, Sebastian. You are very sick and you need time to recover. It's great to have you back."

The sound of four pairs of naked feet running down the hall stopped at once and a silent knock came from the door.

"Look who is waiting for you. Come in, boys, slowly."

The boys entered the room, their faces gleaming of hope and curiosity. I beckoned them to kneel beside the bed. A smile came from Sebastian and immediately each boy started to chatter. I didn't stop them for some moments but eventually I clapped my hands.

"Boys, quiet boys. It's enough for now. You will have plenty of time for talking. Sebastian needs a rest. Back to work, now."

Emphasizing the last word I had opened the door and the boys left the room with a suppressed murmur. Sebastian looked very puzzled. I held Marcus back.

"Sebastian, a lot had happened. I don't know how much you remember but there are some things you have to know. Marcus will tell you everything."

I lifted the chin of my prefect slave and whispered in his ear.

"Be truthful but careful. Tell him the rules of my house. There is no need to mention the past; memory could be too painful for him. If you need me, just call."

Marcus nodded. Sebastian pulled on his restraints again and Marcus looked at me. I shook my head and told him that he has to wait. I placed a kiss on each boy's forehead and left. Nico waited outside the room as he was left behind by the running boys. I knelt down beside him.

"I'm very proud of you, my little puppy. Sebastian seems to be o.k. but I'm not sure. I want you to keep an eye on him when he is ready to leave the bed. You can roam around the house freely. If there is a problem come to me. Do you understand?"

He barked twice and smiled to me. If he had a tail he would have wagged it. I padded his buttocks and caressed his back. I had a sweet in my pocket and pushed it in his mouth. After he had sensed its taste his smile changed to a broad grin and he ran his tongue right over my face.

The vet had visited Sebastian the next morning and he removed the tubes from his body. No signs of addiction could be seen. For the first time he tried the slave food, only being fed with a spoon by Timo. I hadn't removed his restraints yet. He shouldn't be that comfortable, after all he was a slave boy. Sebastian felt some pain, especially in his balls, but neither the vet nor I saw it as a good idea to put another drug in the boy's little body. So he had to endure it. He did well but as we found out quickly he freaked out when he was left alone so there had to be always anybody with him. Of course, most of the time it was Nico. As I entered the room Sebastian tried to persuade Nico to speak to him. I took a seat on the bed.

"Nico didn't say a word. Why?" the boy asked me in a weak and shaky voice.

"Sebastian, I think Marcus had explained your situation yesterday. Now, did you understand what he said?"

He looked at me a few seconds and then shook his head.

"Well boy, it means that you are not longer free to do what you want. Instead you'll do what you are told. What I'll tell you, to be exactly." "But why?" "You did a crime and you were sentenced to slavery. It's your own fault entirely. That's why you are here. That's why you are bound. You're a slave and I'm your master. I own you boy and I own all your friends here. Do what you are told and we will go along easily. Screw up and you'll be punished. It's simple. Speaking of, you'll address me as 'Master' from now on. Got it?"

Sebastian couldn't speak. He nodded and burst in tears as he realized what I had said. He had played with my slaves when he was younger so he knew what it meant. I couldn't help. The sooner he learned the truth the better it would be for all. I started to leave.

"And to answer your question, boy. Nico will not speak anymore because he is not allowed to. He is my pet."

I left two crying boys behind and headed to my office. Marcus was called to me and punished with the belt for not teaching Sebastian properly. With that a third crying boy joined the others to repeat the lessons.

At the end of the fourth week Sebastian had settled in my household quite well although he couldn't still stand to be alone and he only spoke if he was forced to. He freaked out several times when somebody mentioned the mine; something his mind obviously tried to suppress. The vet had left a sedative that we gave him with some fruit juice to hide the taste. It took its time but Sebastian had finally accepted the difference from punishment in my house to the beatings he had received in the mine. We had talked about his experiences carefully so he could put it behind him. He didn't need much punishment either and made quite an effort to please me. He was a smart boy and a quick learner. But he couldn't get used to being naked in front of his mates and of course in front of me. His red ears became his 'trademark' quickly. Sebastian had spent a lot of time on my lap what made Marcus almost a bit jealous though he wouldn't admit that ever.

The vet came for a check up of Sebastian and drew a blood sample from him. Marcus and Chris were called and I asked the vet to check their blood too. Marcus was pale the last days and Chris, well, he had a threat hanging over him and I don't think he did very well. The vet gave both boys a quick examination. After he had left I made the boys stand in front of me.

"Marcus, I hope you remember our deal. Well, it's two weeks over the deadline. Can you show me some improvements of his body? I don't think I can see any."

I pulled Chris to me and squeezed his fat packages around his hips. Marcus hung his head and Chris began to cry. I knew it was cruel to tease the boys because Chris did clearly loose weight (all boys did) and at last Sunday's afternoon he managed to do a full 15-minutes-run. But he could do more. I sensed a certain lack of motivation the last two weeks and Marcus was too busy with caring for Sebastian.

"Boy, the vet had drawn your blood to make sure Chris can be fed to my slaves without risks of spreading illness. Your blood will be sent to certain companies if you are not able to convince me not to do so. I listen, boy."

Both boys were in tears but I knew I couldn't stop now.

"Master, I'm sorry, Master. I know you are not satisfied. We had started pretty good but I'm afraid we had spent too much time with Sebastian, Master."

The boys gulped hard before he continued to sob

"Master, please spare Chris, it's completely my fault, Master."

"Sir, no Sir! Master, it's my fault, Master. Sir had told me to work harder but I didn't, Master." Chris cried out loudly.

"Sure you didn't!"

I pulled Marcus closer.

"Anyway, I know you've tried. But you need to do better. I'll give you a chance. Don't disappoint me again."

"Master, thank you Master." both boys sobbed.

"But I'll give you something to remember. Fetch the cane, Marcus."

When Chris and I were alone I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

"Boy, it's not just your body. It's your health. I want my boys healthy and strong. I like you, boy, and I want to keep you here together with your friends. For your own sake, increase your efforts."

"Master, yes Master." the boy whispered.

Chris found himself draped over my knees. I gave his fine round butt a quick look. Some red stripes, almost faded, told me he had a chat with Marcus' whip earlier. But this would be a joke compared with the hiding he was in for now.

I started with slow medium hard smacks but increased power and pace soon. He really tried to take his punishment but to no avail. By the time Marcus came back Chris was reduced to tears and snot and his bottom was bright red. I lifted him up and told him to hold the cane on the palms of his stretched out hands.

"Your turn, champ." I said to Marcus.

Marcus climbed on my lap and as soon he lay in position my cock tented my pants. Not that I really liked to beat my little lover but the sight of his well formed frame over my legs was simply too arousing. Marcus was clearly more used to my discipline sessions but he had no chance too. A bright red backside greeted me as I stopped his spanking. With a tearstained face he had to take over from Chris who was ordered to return in position over my lap. Even through his tears I could see the despair in Chris' eyes as he obeyed. I spread his legs and started to strap the back and inside of his buttocks and thighs thoroughly. He screamed and fought but had no chance to escape.

Marcus, fully aware that he would receive the same treatment soon, was even paler than he was the last days. With trembling knees he handed the cane back to Chris who was already hoarse from screaming. Knowing exactly that resisting would make it even worse both boys obeyed every command immediately despite their agony. Again Marcus managed to take his dose better than Chris but not without kicking and screaming too. To finalize the punishment I made the boys facing each other with their hands on their opponent's shoulders. Then they had to lean forward until they looked directly in the other boy's eyes. Their bright red backsides trembled in anticipation of the cane that would kiss their sore asses now. They tightened their grip as I lined the cane up on Chris' bottom. The cane bit deep into the chubby cheeks. Chris howled and tried to reach back but Marcus locked his arms tightly. Chris winced again as he saw the pain in his friend's face when Marcus received his first stroke. The sting of the cane was always awful but getting it on an already thoroughly beaten bottom it was unbearable.

The boys had to held and support them mutually to stand this trashing. I worked the cane down their buttocks and thighs. I gave them time to recover but also time for the pain to sink into the boy's mind. The sixth and last stroke should be the highlight of this punishment, one that none of the boys would forget soon. I told the boys to hug them tightly. Because I expected Chris to break down Marcus would receive his stroke first. I aimed carefully and drew the cane back high into the air. Its swish was followed by a loud crack as it landed diagonally from lower left to upper right of the little boy's buttocks. Marcus tried to scream but there was simply no air left. The stroke had driven it out of his lungs. So all he could do was to open his eyes and mouth wide, his mind almost incapable to cope with the pain. I had changed sides and before the boy could react Chris' buttocks were equally decorated. As expected the boy could not stand the pain and fell on his knees, pulling his fellow slave down with him.

I let them lie on the floor, frantically rubbing their backsides, crying and wailing. It was the worst trashing each boy had received in their young life. I hoped they had learned their lessons. After about five minutes I ordered the boys up to face the wall, hands behind their heads. But the sight of their chastised bottoms, now decorated with six striking welts, was again too arousing. Though Marcus was still crying and sobbing I ordered him to kneel between my legs. He knew what I wanted and as soon as I had opened my fly his head dived into my crotch.

The next morning the vet called and asked me to bring Marcus over. He had to make further tests and examinations. He sounded seriously and I was really concerned so I wasted no time. Without me or Marcus at home the slaves were locked in their cell to avoid leaving them unsupervised roaming through house and garden. Marcus was put in a cage in the back of my van and we were on our way. The waiting room was filled with dogs, cats, boys and girls, all secured with leashes to numbered hooks on the wall while their owners waited in comfortable chairs. Marcus blushed heavily as I led him naked through the line of pets. As required by the surgery I had clipped his hands behind his back and put a muzzle over his mouth. The human pets were made to sit with pulled up but wide spread legs. He looked at me with some fear as I hooked him to the wall and went to the only free chair next to a blonde lady I knew from sight.

She was very chatty. I learned that she was the mistress of a very handsome eleven year old boy hooked next to Marcus. The poor boy was about to lose his balls because she wanted to keep his voice high. I guessed that she was afraid to have his seed inside herself too. He had a very large penis for a boy of his age which was painfully erected and kept in that state by a tight cock ring. The boy's arms where wrapped by a leathery bondage sleeve and secured with a belt to his waist. He wore a ball gag and his head was bent backwards by a wide leather collar. Judging the expression on his face he knew what was in store for him.

A man left the office, towing a crying girl of about 13 years of age behind. The naked girl was clearly pregnant. Her small breasts were red and sore, covered with welts, as was her groin. The girl was led by a leash; attached to her vagina by two large crocodile clamps. I had to suppress a chuckle as I saw the boy's mistress clasp her hands over her crotch. The man pulled merciless and deliberately hard on the leash, making the girl jump in agony. 'Poor little slut' I thought.

The animal pets were led into a different area of the surgery than their human counterparts. A Great Dane passed a girl of about seven years and sniffed at her groin. The girl was terrified and cried immediately. The dog turned around, lifted a leg and set a mark on her body. Most of the waiting men erupted in laughter. A lad of about fourteen stood up and approached the wining and whimpering girl. Her eyes got wide as her master took out a long cattle prod and stuck it into her vagina. She shook her head pleadingly but the boy just smiled and gave her an electroshock. The girl was thrown against the wall and hung limp and heavily panting from her leash. Obviously satisfied with the results the cruel boy took her leash and dragged her merciless into the doctor's office as her number was called. The boy next to my little slave was also led into a different room.

Marcus watched all this with increasing horror. He had no idea why he was here but to him it was clearly not a pleasant place for slave kids to be. When it was his turn to see the vet he almost recoiled as I reached out for his leash. He got my stern glance and knew that was not the kind of behaviour I expected from him so he quickly got on his knees and was about to shuffle along as I stopped him. I could see his fear as his whole body trembled so I decided to show the dignity of his rank amongst my slaves. I took his head between my hands and pulled him gently up to his feet. I gave him an assuring smile and kissed his forehead. When I turned around he followed me without the need of the slightest pull on the leash but with many envious looks from less fortunate slave kids on his back, although they could see the angry welts on his butt.

Marcus stood on a small stool as the vet ran his hands over his body, measured his blood pressure and looked in his throat. He sounded his heart and breathing. Marcus had to do some exercises. He seamed to be unfit and got weak very quickly. Finally the vet asked me

"Mike, how do you feed your slaves?"

I was surprised.

"They get the slave food you had recommended some years ago. Each boy gets it twice a day and as much as indicated. Why?"

"Do you use food deprivation for punishment then?" "No, of course not! What is it? Is he ill?" "Well, I don't think so but this fine specimen of a boy shows signs of malnutrition. I think he is starving."

"What? How?" I was confused.

"Tell me, slave, did you eat this morning?"

Marcus looked at me and I nodded.

"Sir, no Sir." he hung is head. My eyes got wide.

"And yesterday?"

Marcus shook his head.

I turned him around and made him look at me. "But why, Marcus? You have your share of the food. Why don't you eat? I know the food has a poor taste but it has all your young body needs."

"Master, I'm sorry Master." Marcus cried now.

"The bowl isn't big enough for five heads to slurp and I thought the boys needed it more than I as they do all the work, Master."

I pulled him close and hugged him.

"Oh you silly little thing."

The vet smiled as I stroked the boys head and swayed his body. Marcus got a food bar to eat and was sent to a corner of the room, out of earshot.

"Mike, you like this little chap, don't you? By the way you're looking at him I would say he could be your son."

"I wish he were, Peter, I really wish he were. You're right, I love him. I love all my boys but he is special. He doesn't deserve slavery. He is just an unfortunate boy with a sad life. He had lost his parents early and his foster parents didn't really care for him. He was even raped by a man he had trusted. But he never complains and acts always unselfishly."

"Well, Daddy, you have to look after him better, then. At least I know you care for your slaves. That's become rare as you could see in the waiting room."

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