Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapter 11-15

Chapter 11
Julian's First Orgasm

A light knock on my door made me calling him in. A clearly frightened Julian stepped in, focusing the floor in front of him. He didn't dare to look up and around in my bedroom. It was the first time he was in, only Marcus had joined me yet and it was Chris' duty to clean room and bath daily. He pressed his back against the door after he had closed it and shifted on his feet nervously. He winced as the lead weight between his legs hit the door.

"Come closer, my little toy."

He wanted to run. Run out of this room and out of my house, back home to his parents. But he started to shuffle in the opposite direction, towards his master who had called him. After I had broken him on that Sunday eight weeks ago Julian had obeyed every order quick and without hesitation. The following weeks had left no minute of his life uncontrolled and it was right to him. He didn't have to make decisions. He felt completely secure for the first time of his life. This was different. His mind struggled. He wanted, no, he needed to obey me but he feared the unbearable pain he knew he would have to endure in a short time. So the boy's whole body trembled as he reached the side of my bed. He stopped, unsure what to do so he decided to move into the attention position.

I smiled at him and reached out for his balls. He winced as I cupped them. The weight dangled a few millimetres above the floor. I unclipped it for the first time since I had put it on at that aforementioned Sunday afternoon. His testicles were by now used to the weight and had returned to their natural colour after days of red and blue. I checked the skin under the ball stretcher and found it healthy. It was Marcus' task to make sure my boy toy was always clean there. Julian had sighed when he didn't felt the weight anymore. I had to smile again as I thought about the new weight he would receive after we had finished. It would double the weight of the old one. I didn't expect him to like it.

His pecker had already started to rise. I squeezed his balls until he shrieked out. His penis went semi hard. I squeezed again, harder than before, and it stood out at its full glory. I wondered if he was aroused by my administration or by the pain. It could have been possible, being the true submissive I was sure by then he was. Some of his kinds are masochists. I got up until I sat on the bed and pulled the surprised boy over my lap, his aroused member dangling between my thighs. Without a word I cupped his buttocks for a few seconds and landed a hard smack afterwards. My hand stroked over his curves, smacking his bum occasionally. At each smack he jumped a little bit. The pace of my smacks quickened and the boy whimpered and squirmed. Suddenly, as pace and sting reached a new level, the whimpers where mixed with groans. More rapid but hard smacks later his body shuddered and quivered and with a loud scream of pleasure the boy collapsed. He hang limp over my lap. I lifted him up and noticed he had passed out. I laid him carefully on my bed on his side and waited until he recovered.

Stimulated only by the pain of the spanking his first orgasm in his young live was too intense for his mind to cope with. I fell at his side and noticed my own hard on tenting my boxers. Looking at the innocent face of the sleeping boy I had to smile to myself. Unaware that something like masochism even exists the little slave had proved to be highly aroused by strong pain. Well, I thought, we would have much time during the next years of his servitude to challenge new experiences for both. By now I would start easy with the boy. Maybe he would "deserve" a few more spankings than his fellows, I chuckled. By now, for having an orgasm without permission he had earned himself a pretty long fucking.

He blinked several times as he awoke. His confused look turned into fear as he realized where he was. He didn't know what had happened but he was afraid of a severe punishment for sleeping in presence of his master. He was sure he must have fallen asleep although he could only remember lying over his master's lap, getting a hard spanking. A strange feeling was the last he had noticed. I smiled but his mind misinterpreted this and he almost panicked as I reached out my hand to stroke his face. I lifted him up and sat him on my lap. Even through my shirt I could feel his heart racing.

"Calm down, my little boy, everything is all right. Nothing to be afraid of."

It took some minutes to convince him he was not in trouble. His little member was again erected and pointed up to his belly button. I stood him between my legs so I could look in his eyes.

"I guess you know why you are here. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm sorry I had to take your virginity so roughly but you wouldn't be broken so fast if I hadn't done it. I wish you could forget it one day but I know that will take a long time. Anyway, you know your body belongs to me and I can do what I want. I could it then and I can do it now. I will take you, you'll have no choice. But I can force you again or we can do it slowly and gently together. We can start to make it feel good for you. I don't say it would not hurt, but I'll prepare you well so you can bear it easier. And if you want you can relax and try to feel the pleasure a good fucking can give. Maybe not today but it will happen if you don't fight it."

Tears were running down his cheeks again.

"Now, Julian, are you going to fight me?"

For a few seconds he held my glance but then he lowered his head. Eventually he shook his head. I lifted his chin with my fingers, wiped his tears and kissed him. He managed a weak smile. To get started I told him to help me undress. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and I got up to allow him to unfasten my shorts. Quickly we were both in our birthday suites. I asked him if Marcus had told him how to suck a cock and he nodded. So I got in the bed and ordered him to begin. He hesitated but more from uncertainty than reluctance. I spread my legs so he could kneel between. Slowly he took my already semi hard cock in his hands and started to lick the lower side of the shaft up to the glans; his tongue played with the special piece of skin. He wrapped his lips around and sucked carefully. I asked him to try to swallow more of my cock. Of course he gagged but my hands held his head in place. It took him several times before he managed to swallow when the head of my cock touched his throat. Having found out that sucking my cock doesn't hurt, he started to perform his task passionately. He clearly wanted to please me. His action sent me over the edge soon and he wasn't prepared for what filled his throat. He chocked and spilled most of my seed. Apart from that he did a very good job but I wanted to tease him a bit. I gave him a stern glance and he went pale. With a cold voice I told him to clean the mess with his tongue.

Inside I chuckled. I didn't intend to shoot right now. Julian did well but had just prolonged his fucking. He gave me a frightened look as he had licked the spilled cum. I reached down and pulled him on my chest so his face was close to mine.

"Not bad, my little toy, but don't dare to spill a drop of my juice again, do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master, I'm sorry Master." he cried, partly of fear and partly because of the smacks on his butt I had underlined my words with.

I held him tightly and kissed him while I applied some lubricant to his anus with my other hand. First he winced as the cool liquid touched is sensitive spot but the gentle massage with my fingers was something he started to enjoy quickly. His plug went out with some resistance but again he lay still. Caressing his back and shoulders with my left I inserted quickly a finger into his anus before his sphincter could contract. He bore it with only a few wiggles. I continued to finger fuck him for a few minutes. His cock was hard again from my continually massage of his erogenous spot. With my finger still in his bowels I pushed him to my side. My next targets were his nipples. Sucking on his right I stroked his left until they stood out prominently. Getting a second finger ready I bit and pinched his nipples hard. With this distraction I pushed the second finger in almost unnoticed by him. Nevertheless he shrieked out.

When he felt the now bigger intruder he started to fight, or better he struggled not to fight me. He squirmed and whimpered, mixed with occasional groans when I hit his prostate again. I worked on his whole body. I sucked, licked, kissed and caressed his sensitive skin and parts while my fingers widened his tight anus. His mind was overwhelmed of the amount of new sensations and decided to give the boy some relief. His eyes were watering and soon the tears run over his cheeks but he didn't really cry. I let him calm down but continued to twist and turn my fingers in his hole. Brave little Julian bit on his lip as he felt the pain emerging from his sphincter as a third finger went in. He grimaced each time I pushed the fingers in but kept in place and still. It was only four or five times. His hole was ready for more. I gave my cock a few strokes, lubricated it and got ready. Kneeling on the bed I lifted Julian's legs and spread them apart. Without command he reached up and held them tightly.

He was determined to please me and until now it wasn't too bad to him but now at the verge of being fucked again his fears took over. He was scared and his face showed that clearly.

"Scared?" I asked him.

He nodded slowly.

"You want me to stop?"

Surprisingly he shook his head no.

"Good boy. Now relax and press a little bit as if you were on a toilet."

I lifted his hips and lined my cock to his anus. He was still loose and so I entered without resistance. I stopped and waited until he got used to my presence. A suppressed moan was all he let out as I pushed forward. I gave him another rest before a last trust buried my cock completely in his bowels. He couldn't stop a shriek.

"That's it, my boy. Relax."

I leaned forward and kissed him. Slowly I pulled back and pushed in again. I repeated this, each time pulling back a bit more until I reached the point I was almost out. A slow rhythm was soon established. Julian bore it with only little moans. His own cock was stiff and pointed up to his navel. I started to play with it, pulling it up and let it drop back to his belly. My hands ran over his belly up to his chest and back down to his cheeks. The grimaces of pain were gone. He had closed his eyes and groaned softly. My trusts got harder and I pinched his skin in different places to keep up a decent level of pain for him. He responded with squirms and louder groans. After a while I reached out to a drawer of my nightstand and took out two nipple clamps. His eyes were still shut so he couldn't see what was in store for him. The clamps had no teeth and the ends were covered in rubber so they wouldn't hurt him too much for the first time. Nevertheless the sudden pain in his right nipple made him clench his muscles. He shrieked and his eyes were wide open now. I could feel the tension as the other clamp caressed his left nipple. Water was in his eyes again.

I smiled at him and started to rub his cock simultaneously to my trusts. Soon I felt him tension and the pleasure rose in me too. I stopped rubbing him and took the clamps away instead. The pain as the blood rushed back in his tortured skin was the last kick he needed. He clenched his muscles, shrieked loud and a small amount of clear liquid poured out of his cock. His orgasm sent me over the edge too and with a last trust I shot my load into his guts. I fell forward and buried him under my body. When I kissed him I thought he had passed out again but he opened his eyes slowly. Supporting my body with my elbows I stayed on him, kissing and licking his face until I got soft and slipped out. I lifted his but and inspected his hole. Apart from traces of seed running out of the still open orifice I could see no damage so a plug went in again. It was a bit bigger than the last one. That would maintain an almost constant pressure on his g-spot in his guts. The handle was longer too so it would stick out between his cheeks, clearly visible and preventing him from sitting down comfortably.

Despite he had climaxed his member was as hard as before. His usually small member could grow to an impressive boner for a boy of his age. Soon I would have to limit its freedom but for now I enjoyed the sight. Julian was clearly uncomfortable with his new plug and squirmed around. I pressed my hand against his belly to steady him. He panted still and was exhausted.

"Now, my little toy, that wasn't too bad, was it?"

Julian shook his head. I held him in my arms until he had recovered. Before I sent him back to his chores I made him stand spread eagled. I could see the resignation in his eyes as he spotted the new, obviously bigger weight in my hands. He winced as he felt the familiar tug and realised that it was more than he was used to. I smiled at him.

"You didn't really expect me to free you from this, did you? So stop complaining and get lost before I double the weight."

Julian looked at me with wide eyes. He knelt down, kissed my feet and went to the door. "Julian!"

He turned.

"I love you, my little boy." He blushed and focused the floor as he left.

Chapter 12
The Party

The boys obeyed generally well and the need of punishment was now on a level that could be accepted. The nightly crying had finally ceased and I decided they were ready for their ultimate test. They would be confronted with their parents. I had trained them how to behave when I have guests. There would be no exception for their parents. It would be a strange situation for the parents too, seeing their boys serving them naked and restrained, not permitted to talk or look at their mothers and fathers.

Sebastian's parents had kept the secret so far but one day it would come out. To me it would be better to inform the other parents now. An invitation for a garden party was made to them and to other friends of mine. Timo, Julian and Sebastian were preparing the food for two days now and I was again surprised about Timo's skills. Everything looked fine and tasted deliciously. Sebastian had recovered well and was able to do light work. He had started to talk again and I had heard him even laughing. But he needed still his medicine and would freak out if he was left alone. There were many flashbacks and he cried often. The welt in his face had faded completely, much to everybody's relief. It would be his first meeting with his parents too since he was unconscious when they were in my house.

It was a warm late summer evening. Everything was prepared and the boys were waiting in my house. They had trained hard the last days and were now eager to show their skills. The guests arrived. Some of them seemed to be irritated by the absence of slaves since I was a well known slaveholder. But I wanted to prepare the field carefully before introducing my boys. All parents had followed the invitation not knowing what was in store for them. Only Marcus' foster parents had declined. As everybody had a drink I asked for silence.

"Dear friends, thank you for coming. Please enjoy yourself. But first I ask you to allow me some words. As we all know some of you had recently lost a son to slavery. I admit I do profit from this law but in this case it was not right. However, what could be done had been done and it is as it is. I understand it is very hard for you especially because you don't know what had happened to your boys. Well, not everybody. Barbara and Thomas found out that their Sebastian had been sold to a mine what was a sentence to death.

As I learned this I put my whole effort into his rescue. I'm glad to say that I managed to buy him although his condition was terrible but he was alive. After two months now he had recovered a bit and lives with me. His mother and his father know this but hadn't seen him yet. This was important for him to accept his new live. Although we are close friends and neighbours Sebastian is a slave and the law doesn't allow him to return to his parents ever in his live. We had talked about this many times and both agreed it would be the best for him to stay as my servant. I care for him and he is save here. His body had almost healed but his mind is damaged. When you see him later please don't talk to him because a wrong word could destroy the last two month's development."

A murmur of voices descended from the guests.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't avert his sale to the mine. My friends, you know I'm a slaveholder for a long time now. You may not all be happy with that but I hope you'll agree that all my boys had a good life with me. I ask you to keep this in your mind. Well, there is more I have to tell you. By chance I spotted in a sales catalogue two months ago a boy I knew well. As I continued to read I found four more of them. I was shocked. As I said the life of a slave could be terrible and short. Therefore I bought all five boys. They are my slaves now. As I had discussed it with Barbara and Thomas I ask you to understand that this had saved most probably the boy's live.

Dear friends, when I call the boys out please accept they are slaves now. That was not my choice. It is the law. Please don't make it harder to them and to you than it is already. If the parents of the boys want to talk to me I will be glad to do so. But please understand that the boys are not allowed to speak. They are learning to be a slave and they are happy as far as possible so please let them do their jobs. I'll treat them like I did with all my previous boys. Most of you had known them. Please don't feel different because they are boys you knew since they were born. Remember, if they were not here they might be already dead. If you are not convinced, tell me a place where the boys would have a better live and I'll send them over.

Each boy had played his part in preparation of this event. Timo had cooked the food and Julian had drawn the invitation cards. Marcus had organised all jobs and Sebastian had selected the music we will hear. Chris had put up the tent. Nico was the spirit that held everything together.

Enough words for now. Please enjoy the party."

Of course my words had caused an outcry by the parents and bafflement by the other guests. I entered the basement where the boys were waiting.

"Boys, it's time to show what you have learned. I know you are ready and you will do fine. Just remember what I told you. I'll keep an eye on each of you and I expect your best efforts and of course your best manners. Boys, you will see people that once were your parents. You will know most of the people outside. That doesn't matter anymore as you know. Always keep your eyes down and not a single word. No crying. If something is wrong, find Marcus. He will tell me. Walk slowly but don't stand around. Don't give me a reason to put you back on your knees. Enough, boys. My guests are waiting. I know you can do that. Give me a hug."

Five boys wrapped their arms around me. I gave everyone a kiss and sent them out. Nico's leash was tied to a loop in the wall. It was a thin silver chain connected to his collar. I wrapped the leather loop at the other end around my wrist. He wore black leather mittens and kneepads. I knelt down and told him to be a good pet. I stroked his head and led him out. He crawled at my side holding contact to my leg as he found out was the best way to avoid tugs of the leash.

The boys were kneeling in a row. Each one had thigh cuffs with a silver chain between. A similar chain limited the movement of their hands but the restraints were mainly for decoration. Apart from that all were naked, only Marcus wore his skimpy blue tunic. The boy's faces were bright red from the embarrassment being presented naked to other people. Their feelings were not eased by the fact that each boy sported a boner. Unknown to the boys they were fed with a small dose of aphrodisiac, just enough to ensure they stayed erect. To my signal the boys went to the buffet and took plates with appetizers. Marcus carried a tray with sparkling wine around.

There were very mixed emotions by my guests. The ones not related to the boys were mostly astonished about their well trained behaviour. Some were amazed by the sight of the naked young boys and not only one man had to adjust his bulge secretly. Of course some guests were opposed to slavery but even they had accepted that the boys looked healthy and content. The boy's parents reacted differently. Tears of happiness were shed as well as tears of grieve. None of them was happy about the boy's nakedness and the knowledge they had to leave their sons when the party was over. Some started to argue with me. I had expected that I'd have to defend myself and had prepared a picture album of the boy's life with me. They were shown at work and during their playtime. There were pictures as some boys were cuddled together as well as they snuggled up to me. The traces of punishment were not hidden. The last resentments were blown up by some photos of Sebastian in the vet clinic and later during his first days. All they had to do was comparing the photos with the boy that served them some food now.

Nico's mother who had lost her only son to slavery was agitated and accused me of abusing the boys after she learned the role of her boy in my house. To my surprise it was Julian's father who started to argue with her. I learned that he had found a buyer for his son but was now happy that I had managed to get him. The potential buyer was a horse breeder and Julian should work as a stable boy which would have been clearly worse than his job now. I had to reconsider my opinion about him.

Several people were clearly irritated to see Nico behaving like a trained dog including sniffing and barking. The boy was caressed like a dog several times and he seemed to enjoy himself. He stayed close to me and avoided sharp pulls at his leash. After guests insisted I allowed him to eat some morsels of food they held out for him.

I chatted with Chris' father about the boy's loss of weight and general behaviour. Just in that moment Chris dropped a plate, fortunately it was nearly empty. Marcus appeared at once, helped him to clear the mess and led him away. Two minutes later an uncomfortably looking boy shuffled again around with a new plate. When he turned three red welts could be clearly seen on his but. The father chuckled at this sight and asked what happened as I hadn't left. I told him that Marcus was the prefect and it was his job to maintain discipline. He was impressed. The boy's mother didn't come to the party as she had younger kids to care for. Being serious again he wondered if some more discipline from his father would have saved Chris from his fate.

The party went on and I announced a highlight. I stood Julian on a small podium Chris had built for him.

"Dear guests! There are secret talents slumbering in little boys. This fine specimen is a good example. Little Julian had asked me to allow him to sing a song he had written himself. Nobody had heard it before, not even I."

The boy was clearly nervous but his performance was brilliant. He sang about six boys who were separated from their parents. Their friendship made them strong and they survived many adventures until they met a man who took them to his house where they lived from then in happiness.

After he had finished silence fell over the party. With tears in my eyes I rushed to the boy, almost dragging Nico behind, hugged and kissed him passionately. I could see I was not the only one who was crying. Eventually a thunderous applause came from the audience.

"That was great, little one. Would you like to talk to your parents, Julian?"

He hesitated but nodded after a few seconds. I called Marcus.

"Bring him to his parents, please. He can talk to them for a while. Stay at his side, he'll need some support. Do that with the other slaves in turn. They did well this evening and earned a reward but remind the boys to address the guests with 'Ma'am' and 'Sir'. If you want to talk to somebody you can do so."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you Master."

Marcus hooked a finger in a d-ring of Julian's collar and led him away. When they met his parents both boys bowed deeply. I knew they would behave. A pull at the leash told Nico to crawl along. I was looking for his mother, Marge, and wanted to talk to her again. Since she had stayed I hoped she had calmed down. I found her sitting on a bench in the garden, a little bit away from the crowd. I sat down beside her and lifted Nico up between us. Caressing his back I addressed her.

"How are you doing, Marge?"

"I don't know, Mike. Everything is so weird. I tried to raise and protect my little boy only to see him helplessly dragged out of his bed and away by the police. The image of my boy put in a cage is burned into my mind. That was the last time I saw him. I cried a lot, Mike, you know, he was everything I had. It took a lot of help from my friends to find the strength to go out again. This party was the first time I left my house only to find him here crawling naked beside a man, barking like a dog. I would have killed you if I could."

"I'm sorry Marge, I didn't know that."

"Look, I'm used to boy slaves; my boss owns several of them. I had even thought of buying one myself as a playmate for Nico but I couldn't afford it. Not that it would matter anymore. It still hurts every minute and now it hurts even more because I know where and what he is."

"Marge, I understand. I confess at first he was just a toy to me, something I could play with. It aroused me to have the power to turn a boy into a pet. But the experience with Sebastian had changed a lot in my life. I suddenly saw the boys as what they were - fragile and vulnerable little creatures, drawn away from their protected life and thrown into a world of cruelness. I care for them and I can say honestly I love each of them. They are slaves and Nico will be my pet as long as I want him to be but I'll do what I can to make their life as good as possible. Of course Nico doesn't like every part of his new existence but he is alive, healthy and I think he had accepted his role. When Sebastian lay unconscious in his bed Nico was most of the time with him. He was allowed to talk but he didn't. He didn't say a human word since he wears the dog collar. But we can communicate. He can tell me what he wants and what he needs. You can try it if you want. Talk to him, he will answer. Just remember he could only answer with yes or no. Two signals means yes, one means no."

She hesitated and I showed her how it worked. I let the two alone for a while and returned to the party. It was kind of a success. Slavery wasn't new anymore and people got used to the sight of young boys and girls in collars and chains. Most people weren't concerned about slaves and their wellbeing until they were suddenly involved. My relationship to the parents of my boys might become different now but my other friends seemed to have accepted the situation. The mood of the guests were now more relaxed and I saw my boys shuffling around with red faces and ears as more and more guests started to caress and fondle their bodies and especially their parts. I had to remind some friends that my boys weren't allowed to orgasm. Although they didn't like the fondling the slaves seemed to have some fun, despite they had to work quite hard to get my guests served. Sebastian was treated more carefully by the guests. Of course hands ran over his body too but his parts remained mainly private. He took it well, glad to see his parents and proud to show how strong he got again.

I saw Marcus standing with Timo by the boy's parents and I joined them for a talk. For Christine and George meant the enslavement of their son they had lost their only child too. I learned that Timo had told them yet I was a strict but fair master to him. Timo stood and hung his head. I patted the boys head and encouraged him to continue his chat.

"Believe it or not but master let me do all the cooking, Dad."

He received a punch with the elbow from Marcus.

"ehm, I mean Sir."

He liked the cooking but disliked the cleaning as he told further. Christine smiled at this the first time. George was amazed how well the boy behaved. He asked me if I punish him a lot. Marcus blushed heavily. To his father's surprise I denied.

"No, George. After the first weeks were over he had learned his lessons. I think I didn't had to punish him for two or three weeks now. Of course it's Marcus who is responsible to whip the boys for minor infringements but over all Timo is a well behaved boy."

At this point Christine took my hands and looked in my eyes deeply.

"Michael, my heart hates you for holding my son away from me. My mind tells me you weren't the one who took him and in his misfortune he is lucky to be here with you as his master. I trust you. Please don't do any harm to my boy. Don't give my mind a cause to listen to my heart."

"Christine, since Timo was born I liked him very much. I always wanted the best for the boy. I would be glad to see him going home with you tonight. But that's impossible as you know. Even that I had allowed you to talk with him was against the law. I had to obtain a permission to keep the boys in such a small distance to their parents. As I said earlier if anybody had a better place for the boys to live their life as slaves I'd let them go. I love them all and I'll do my best to make them happy."

Christine cried some silent tears and George bit his lips as they watched her son walking back to do his duty. I noticed three fresh welts on his but. Marcus got my glance, smiled and shrugged. Sure the boys needed some encouragement to stay concentrated during their work and Marcus maintained this discretely. I nodded and smiled back.

I had expected it to happen but as it did nobody would be able to plan anything similar to underline my position. I heard Sebastian screaming. I turned around and saw him dropping a plate with snacks. Something had made him panicking. Sebastian looked around for help. His mother stood only a few meters away and had opened her arms for him. Sebastian's eyes flew around and he started to run towards her. I took a sharp breath but the boy passed his mother and jumped right into my arms, crying and trembling with a haunted expression in his face.

I held him tightly and swayed him around. As often before my almost hypnotic words calmed him down swiftly. He clung around my neck and didn't want to let me go. I kissed him gently and carried him a few minutes, not an easy task with a twelve year old boy slowly throttling you. Talks started again slowly as the confusion abated. Marcus came to take the boy over from me. Sebastian apologized for dropping the plate but I told him not to worry about. The boy insisted to resume his work without a break so I sent both slaves away with a kiss on their foreheads. For Barbara it was too much. She left the party crying.

Marge approached me with Nico crawling beside her. She took my hand, put the leash on my palm and closed my hand with hers.

"I still can't understand why but the boys clearly love you, Michael. Be the good father my son never had. God bless you."

She turned around and walked slowly away. I didn't try to stop her. She had to cope with the situation alone. A few tears ran down Nico's cheeks and he snuggled against my legs. I knelt down, took his face with two hands, looked in his eyes and wiped his tears with my thumbs. He held my look and didn't try to move away. He pushed his head a bit forward and pressed his forehead against mine. No words were needed.

It was getting late and the guests were slowly leaving. Again some tears were shed as the cruelty of parting hit the parents. The boys tried bravely not to show emotions but I knew I would hear crying again in the slave's cell at night the next days. After the last guest had left I assembled the boys.

"Boys, you did well tonight and I'm proud of you. Of course you have to learn a lot yet and my hand will have a chat with some of your butts tomorrow but it was a good start. My little slaves, your parents assured me they will forever love you and I want you to keep them in your heart. There is no reason not to do that. Boys, you took a huge step tonight. People now know you are my slaves. That makes a lot of things easier as you will learn. You have grown up a little bit. Let's finish your work now. Just clean up the food and do the rest tomorrow. I know you are hungry. Fix yourself a plate, you have earned a reward. You may use your hands to eat for this time. Sit down on the floor and relax a few moments. You may talk. Marcus, please bring something for me and Nico too."

The boys almost couldn't believe they were allowed to eat like normal boys again. All they got so far was that boring slave food they had to slurp without using their hands. The only improvement was that every slave got his own bowl after I had found out that the common bowl didn't work and Marcus had nearly starved. Marcus stepped forward, knelt down and kissed my feet. Each boy followed his example. Soon I was surrounded with boyish noise as they fell over their plates. Nico and I had our fun with playing games while feeding him. I made him sit up and beg or let him catch some thrown grapes. I let the boys enjoy themselves for about fifteen minutes. Then I clapped my hands and ushered them to finish up.

It was a long day for my little slaves and all of them slept immediately as they hit their beds. Nico locked himself into his cage. Only Marcus' duties hadn't ended yet. He undressed me and helped me with my evening toilet. Tired and done he crawled finally into my bed. I smiled when he missed my arm he usually used as pillow as he fell asleep before he was fully in. I pulled him up gently, kissed him and dozed away too.

Chapter 13
Marcus' First Time

Marcus stood on his place behind my chair while Timo served the food and had again his distant expression. After Timo had laid out everything I waved him away. During my meal I asked Marcus to pour me another soda but the boy didn't move. Now I started to become really angry. I reached back, grabbed his ball sack and yanked him forward. He shrieked and was definitely awake now.

"Now that I have your attention I tell you for the second time to bring me another glass of soda, slave."

"Master, yes Master." Marcus replied, his face white as snow.

His hands shook clearly and he had to struggle not to spill the soda as he carried it. He put the glass carefully on the table and stood at attention, at least as far as he could manage to stand still with his whole body trembling. His face told me he was scared and his fear was not without reason. He knew exactly what happened to Chris after I had caught him absent minded at the first weekend in my house. Now he was caught daydreaming twice in a single day and he was the prefect. Marcus clenched his buttocks in apprehension.

I let him stew in his own juice and finished my supper. Marcus didn't calm down rather he got more and more nervous with every bit of food going into my stomach. As I laid the napkin down to the plate his whole body shook. I stared at him and ordered him to explain himself. That brought him over the edge. He broke down, fell on his knees and sobbed uncontrollably.

My anger faded. I couldn't be mad at the boy for long. There must be something important he ruminated about the whole day. But I didn't want to make it easy for him, this was a lesson he had to learn. I told him to come to the living room when he had cleared the table.

A very miserable little boy shuffled into the room. Marcus usually appeared to be tough and strong but now he looked even younger than he was. He dared not to look up as he approached me. Long before me he fell down on his knees and crawled the last meters to kiss my feet. His sobbing has ceased but tears rolled still down his cheeks. He shuffled a bit back and kept kneeling with his forehead touching the floor. His little body trembled. Again I let him wait. After a further eternity for him and just a couple of minutes in reality I shot my arrow.

"What should prevent me form sacking you, boy? Or do you think your behaviour today shows you worthy to be a prefect?"

"Master, no Master. I'm sorry, Master." came his muffled answer.

"I don't think being sorry is enough, slave. Take your chance and tell me what you were daydreaming about the whole day or I'll be right out tomorrow to buy a new prefect for my house."

"Master, I…" he began to stutter.

"Stop that, I can't hear you. Look at me and speak loud and clear, boy."

He lifted his body, looked at me and tried to speak. But after a few seconds searching for words a new wave of sobs shook the little boy. I leaned forward, put my hands under his armpits and pulled him onto my lap. He buried his face in my shoulder and cried his eyes out. All I could do was holding him tightly, caressing his back from head to bottom. I stood up, carried him around, swaying and stroking the soon to be ten year old little baby. As he began to calm I whispered in his ear.

"My little boy, I want to share your fun but even more I want to share your sorrow. This shoulder is always here for you to cry into. My arms are always here to hold you. You can always bare your heart and soul to me. I'm here for you, Marcus, whatever it is. All you have to do is telling me."

And slowly he did. He began to stutter between his sobs but with every word his voice became steadier. I learned from his words that he missed his parents a lot. I knew he had no living relatives. In foster care he felt no love. He had always to fight for recognition. He knew it was not his fault but there was always a feeling of guilt for loosing his parents. The boy had managed to suppress this feelings but the garden party had brought it back. As he watched the boys talking with their parents he realized the only one he had was his master. He said he knew he didn't meet my expectation and imagined how disappointed I must be. Marcus had wondered what he could do better, how he could make the boys better workers.

The words poured out of his mouth now. I didn't interrupt him. He had to talk about this. He had to talk about his fear of disappointing me so much that he would loose my love for him or even being sold away. I lost the struggle to hold back my own tears.

"There is nothing to worry about, little one. If anything goes wrong, it goes. We will deal with it to make sure it won't happen again and then it's over. Nobody is perfect. Nothing will come between us, my little love. I'd never let you go, my boy. I have to confess that our 'deal' was an empty threat. Nothing will happen to you or Chris. But don't tell him that. He needs that threat for motivation, even if it is a cruel one. You don't need it. You know how important it is for his health to loose that fat. You are doing fine with him. You are doing a good job, Marcus. You have to learn a lot and I have to accept you are still a young boy that has to learn. You can only disappoint me by not learning but you haven't so far and I know you won't. You will always be my boy, Marcus."

He clung to my neck as if there were no tomorrow. Eventually no tears were left to cry. He pushed himself away from my shoulder. He looked in my eyes, wiping his tears away.

"Master, thank you Master. I will always be yours, Master.

I started to pull him again into a hug but he pushed against. He kept on looking to me. With great earnestness he continued.

"Master, I have seen your desire for my body when we were in your bed together but you didn't take it as you easily could. You said you want me to be ready for that. That's what I was thinking about today. I didn't know how to feel about. I wanted you to take me but I was scared. Now I'm sure. I belong to you, Master. That's what I want. I want to be yours, entirely. I want you to take my body, Master, please."

He didn't fight against my hug now. I was amazed by his devotion.

"Well, Marcus, if that's your wish you have to prepare for it. Go downstairs, take a shower and clean your bowels like we do with Julian. Make sure every part of your body is completely clean, inside and outside. Then come to my bedroom. Wait outside until I call you in."

Of course he was right. I wanted him from the first day on. But I had promised him not to force him and I intended to keep my word. I would give him the chance to back out if he was still not ready. It would be a special evening for us if he wants to take this step. Candles illuminated the room romantically; red linen on the bed underlined the meaning of the event. A bucket with sparkling wine waited on the bedside table (without alcohol, of course). Classical music played in the background, just loud enough to hear but not to disturb. When everything was ready I guessed Marcus would be waiting already.

"Marcus, keep your eyes shut and come in, my boy." I called him.

The door opened slowly and he moved carefully in, his eyes closed as I had ordered. I took him by his hand and led him to the bed. Kneeling beside him I put an arm around his shoulder and asked him to open his eyes if he still wants to continue. He raised his lids and I felt a shiver running through him. He turned his face and gave me a questioning look.

"A special room for a special boy. Don't you like it?"

"Master, it is wonderful. Thank you Master."

I hugged him and kissed him passionately. Carefully I lifted him up and put him onto the bed without letting him go. I put him on his back, ran my hand over his body and started to lick him from his face down over chest and belly to his groin. I licked and sucked his cock and balls, lifted and spread his legs and ran my tongue around his little anus. The boy groaned and squirmed. His little pecker pointed right up in the air. I turned him around and flipped his legs slowly over until his body rested on his shoulders with his head between his legs. His cock pointed now to his face; his beautiful bottom was high in the air. I squeezed some lubricant from a tube between his cheeks and creamed it round his tiny rose. I knelt between his legs and my semi hard cock hung above his eyes. I looked down to him and he smiled back. With much lubricant on it his sphincter quickly lost his fight against my probing finger. I worked the gel into his anus and fucked him slowly with my finger. He groaned again as I worked on his prostate gland. I added a finger and continued to work him a bit loose for several minutes.

He winced and squirmed as a third finger slipped into his hole, stretching his muscle now almost over its limits. I kept working them in and out but turned his body again until he lay on his belly. Stretching out next to him I guided his face to my cock and he understood. He engulfed my penis and started to suck and lick while still being fucked with my fingers. As my cock was hard enough I added more lubricant to his backside and pulled my fingers out. I leaned back, pulling him onto my chest. Lying face to face I embraced him and asked.

"Are you still sure you want it, my little boy?"

"Master, yes Master. Take my body, please Master."

"No my boy. Give it to me."

I pushed him down and made him squatting over my midst. Lining up my cock against his hole I took his hands.

"When you are ready just sit down, slowly. Relax your muscles and do as if you want to have a crap. Don't go up again if it hurts, just take a break."

He tightened his grip and started to go down. With much lubricant the glans of my cock penetrated him easily. He took a sharp breath and grimaced but continued to lower his but. Millimetre for millimetre of my cock disappeared in his rectum. During the whole process I kept smiling on him and he tried his best to return a smile but the tears running down his cheeks told a different tale. But not a single sound escaped his throat. Eventually his buttocks felt my pubic hair and he relaxed his legs. The last centimetre slipped through his rear entrance. He sighed as it was done. He had given me his body freely at his own will. He had endured the pain to please me. I couldn't tell how proud I was of him.

I rolled to my side holding him carefully until he lay on his back again. Lifting his knees to his head I knelt beside my bed and started to pull my cock slowly out only to push it back before it slipped out completely. He squirmed and grimaced still as I built up a steady pace. In the same pace I rubbed his little cock. My thrusts went faster and so did my rubbing. Soon we both panted and groaned. I felt the tension of his body as his sphincter clamped around my cock. With his climax he sent me over the edge too. In a last powerful thrust I spurted out my seed into his bowels. I collapsed over his body.

I came back to reality as I felt his body squirming. Quickly I rolled from his body and my softening cock slipped out of him. He gasped but smiled at me. No words were needed. I pulled him close and kissed his sweat and tears away. Again I rolled to my back, pulling him on my chest, his legs spread apart. I had taken a silver plug from my night stand and before he could react I pushed it in. There was enough lubricant left for it to slip in easily. He gasped in surprise, not in real pain.

"Yes my little lover, from now on you will never be empty again down there. It'll be either my cock or the plug. You may touch or twist it if you like but it's only me who will take it out. But don't worry. It doesn't hurt and you'll get used to it quickly."

He smiled weakly.

"You did great, my little sunshine."

I poured two glasses of wine and said cheers. He felt grown up in that moment and we spent the next hour in silence, holding each other tightly.

"Thank you for making it a good thing, Master." he said eventually.

"Tank you for allowing me to do so, Marcus."

"Can we do it again, Master?" he asked, feeling around the plug in his backside.

"Are you sure? It will hurt more this time. Don't start anything you can't cope with."

"Master, please do it, Master." he begged.

My cock was already hard again. I flipped him around swiftly, put a pillow under his hips and pulled the plug out. Without warning I entered him again, causing him to shriek out as my cock slipped in at full length at once. Soon I fucked him hard and fast. He moaned and shrieked at first but calmed down quickly. Grunts and groans took over. Suddenly, without further stimulation, he came again, bringing me to my climax at the same second.

We lay again in the other's arms. Marcus smiled at me, exhausted but clearly happy. He shut his eyes and said

"I love you, Daddy."

He fell asleep.

"I love you too, my son."

Chapter 14
New Slave, New Rules

"Sir, this slave has no name, Sir."

"Why not?"

"Sir, master said that slaves are not worth having names, Sir."

"How old are you?"

"Sir, this slave does not know, Sir. Master said that slaves are not worth having an age, Sir."

"How did you serve your master?"

"Sir, this slave had to scream, Sir. Master liked to put needles in my body, Sir."

"Nothing else?"

"Sir, no Sir. When master was not pinning me I was kept in a crate, Sir."

I looked at Marcus at my side. He shivered as he realized how cruel slaves could be treated.

"You can return this slave. I don't think I have any use for it." I told the warden. "Bring the next one."

The warden led a very handsome teen into the showroom. He was rather small and looked like being 15 or 16. The only hair he had was above his eyes. I beckoned the warden to remove his chains. The slave looked uncertain.

"You are not used to be not restrained, slave?"

"Sir, no Sir. It was a long time since I was without chains, Sir."

"What is you name, slave?"

"Sir, I've been called Mark, Sir."

"How old are you?"

"Sir, I'm 18, Sir."

I looked at the warden in surprise, he nodded.

"You look much younger, Mark. However, how long are you a slave?"

"Sir, I'm a slave for nine years now, Sir."

"Good, so you have some experience. What did you have to do?"

"Sir, I did everything in my master's house. I was his first houseboy. In the last years I trained the new slaves, Sir."

"You are old enough to know what we are doing here. Why does your master want to sell you?"

"Sir, my master said I'm getting too old, Sir."

"You can read and write?"

"Sir, I'm grateful master had given me good education. Master paid for a teacher when I was younger and I was able to learn a lot in his company, Sir."

"I understand. Well, they had given you clothes but I certainly want to see what I could buy. Strip!"

He removed his shirt but hesitated to lose his shorts. He gave me a quick look and pushed them down. His ears were bright red as he stood there with his hands behind his head. The reason was clearly visible. His penis was in a sturdy chastity cage bending it sharply down. I ordered him to come closer.

"I see you know sexual discipline. How long have you not touched your cock?"

"Sir, eight years, Sir." he said sheepishly.

"Were you allowed to ejaculate since?"

"Sir, no Sir, but it happened a few times, Sir." he blushed even more. "You've been milked?"

"Sir, yes Sir. I hung on the milking machine every month, Sir."

"Very good. Now turn around slowly until I say stop."

Watching him I put my arm around Marcus' waist and started to fondle his cock. Being not at home he blushed immediately. I smiled at him knowing he would never get used to be embarrassed in public even if the public was just another slave.

Mark was slender, almost skinny, as I like it. I ran my hands over his body, feeling the tension of his muscles. He was clearly not used to be touched in this way. I told him to bend over. He was plugged. I pulled it out with some difficulty. His sphincter was surprisingly tight; it clenched smooth around my finger.

"Did your master fuck you?" I asked while moving my finger in and out.

"Sir, no Sir." he replied in pain.

"Why are you plugged, then?"

"Sir, master liked to put things into his slaves, Sir. The plug prevents them from coming out, master said, Sir."

"I see. What kind of things?"

"Sir, the keys to our chains and the food bars when we were away, Sir." he pressed out.

Marcus looked at me in horror as I touched the new plug in his little anus.

"Do you know how to suck a cock?"

"Sir, yes Sir."

"Then do it."

He turned around and fell on his knees in front of me. He was unsure whether he should unzip my fly or not.

"No, not mine. This." I said, shaking Marcus' little pecker.

Both boys gazed at me in surprise. I gave the older slave a stern glance. He quickly moved to Marcus and sucked his little cock in his mouth. Marcus quickly moaned and when I felt the tension in his body I told Mark to stop. Marcus groaned in frustration. But he wondered why I had made the slave sucking his cock. After he gave me his body yesterday night I had spanked him hard this morning for his daydreaming. Then I had put him into the car and we drove to the slave centre. Remembering my threat to buy a new prefect slave he thought we were looking for a slave to take over his position.

"Boy, I have several little slaves at home. They are working well but need someone who can teach them to do better. This would be your job if I buy you. Do you think you can do that?"

"Sir, yes Sir. If I may say, Sir, I would like this, Sir."

Now Marcus was convinced he would be sacked and hung his head. I asked the warden to prepare the papers.

"Well, I think it is time you call me Master, boy."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you Master." he bowed.

"You said you are a slave since you were nine. So you know a slave has to do everything his master tells him. In my household there is a prefect slave. You'll have to obey him too."

"Master, yes Master."

Marcus looked up in surprise.

"Maybe you have noticed the colour of this little slave's collar and cuffs. They are golden because he is the prefect."

Mark's eyes almost popped out.

"You will do what he tells you. You will call him Sir. Greet your prefect, slave."

"Sir, I'm your servant, Sir." he said to Marcus and bowed again.

"Marcus, ask the warden for a leash for our new slave."

"Master, yes Master." he said, still confused, and left.

"Boy, I know this is going to be difficult for you. Marcus needs your help too but it is important that you do this carefully so the other slaves don't lose their respect for him. You are twice as old as he is but you'll have to work this out together. I'll tell you more at home."

"Master, yes Master. Master, I understand, Master."

"Marcus can beat you and he will do it if he needs. You will see he is rather lenient and I expect you to teach him to be stricter, even if this meant you'd get it more often. Be aware if any of my slaves is getting punished by me or in front of me Marcus will be beaten worse because he is responsible for them. You will only speak when necessary and not in front of me or any guest unless you are spoken to. And, of course, you'll be naked. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master."

"Good. Marcus will fill you with the other rules of my house. Ah, here he is. Marcus, put our new slave in his iron and lead him to the car park. Get into your cages and wait for me."

I had a talk with some people of the slavery office. Satisfied with the results I headed to the car. As ordered the slaves crouched in the two cages in the boot of my van. They were designed for boys up to early teens and so Mark was really boxed tightly although he wasn't as big as a normal young man of his age. We came home an hour later and Mark had difficulties to get out of the cage. He got cramps in his legs and needed a short time to get into a secure standing position. I told Marcus to store him blindfolded in the cell and to prepare everything for Mark's initiation. All slaves should be assembled in thirty minutes.

As I arrived in the basement all boys were kneeling along the wall. I took my seat on the throne. Knowing the ritual from Sebastian's and his own processing Marcus had all prepared correctly. I ordered him to fetch the new slave. He made Mark crawling on all fours, blindfolded and still chained, to the small plate in front of me. After removing the chains and cuffs he stood beside me and waited.

"You may start."

"Master, yes Master. Slave, you are kneeling in front of your new master who had generously bought you. You are now his property. Show your respect for your master and beg him to include you into his household."

Marcus has learned his script well. Mark was long enough a slave to know what was expected. He leaned forward, kissed the floor and said:

"Master, this slave is not worth the generosity you had shown to him. This slave will always be grateful to you, Master. This slave would serve you with all his power if you grant him the favour of taking him into your household, Master."

"Prefect, remove his blindfold and tell him to come closer."

As Mark knelt straight in front of me I put a black collar around his neck. He winced slightly as the locks snapped shut. His neck showed no sign that he wore a metal collar before.

"Slave, you belong now to this house. Prefect, dress him."

Marcus stepped forward and snapped black metal cuffs to his wrists and ankles. I told Mark to stand up and placed the silver ring round the base of his genitals. It was a bit complicated by the chastity device. Marcus told him to thank me and Mark knelt down and kissed my feet. I saw I tiny tear in the corner of his eye. I asked him if he was marked by his old master. He didn't answer and looked puzzled. Marcus showed him his branding. The older boy turned pale and shook his head. The electric branding iron was already hot when Marcus passed it to me.

"Slave, you will now receive the mark of your owner. This will tell everyone to whom you belong. Keep still."

He shivered when I stepped behind him and Marcus wrapped his arms around his neck. The smell of burned flesh filled the room before the incredible pain drove a scream out of his throat. The symbol of my family was now forever burnt into his shoulder below his registration number. He panted hard and grimaced in pain but hadn't moved away. Marcus applied an ointment to sooth the pain. I addressed my other slaves.

"Boys, this slave belong now to our little family. He is called Mark. He is an experienced houseboy. Mark is a slave since he was nine so he knows how to run a household. Maybe you wonder why I had bought a quite old slave. The answer is simple. I'm not satisfied with your work. I know you try but you are too slow and too careless. He is your teacher. You will learn how to work hard, fast and effective. You will do as he shows you. If you don't meet his expectations he will report you to your prefect. But he can spank you too. His duty is to help you becoming better slaves. He is not here to do your work. You will call him 'sir'. It will start right now. Do you understand, slaves?"

"Master, yes Master!"

"Prefect, take command. I'm out today. Prepare for tonight. Both of you."

"Master, yes Master." Marcus replied with a slightly shaky voice.

I left the boys alone. Marcus has sent the slaves to resume their tasks and stood now in front of the still kneeling Mark. He was a bit lost. There was a boy, twice as old as himself but he was in charge and had to tell him what to do. Mark sensed this. He bowed.

"Sir, my I speak, Sir?"

Marcus nodded. The older boy's addressing didn't anything to ease his uncertainty.

"Sir, I know this is going to be difficult. Sir, please excuse me, you are a little boy who should rather play with his matchbox cars than commanding a bunch of slaves. So was I many years ago, Sir. But now I'm a slave that can't even remember being a free boy. My duty is to serve my master. Master told me to teach you boys and I will do that. Sir, if you tell me to jump, I'll ask how high. You are my prefect, Sir. I'll do everything you want. Don't worry I would try to drive you out. You will still be here when I'm long sold, Sir. Master likes younger boys, Sir. Master trusts you, Sir, so you must be a clever boy, Sir. I'd suggest you just watch and learn. I'll not tell you what to do, you will see, Sir. If you feel I'm going too far please correct me. I'm sure, Sir, you know how to use your whip to bring a slave that calls his prefect a little boy back in line, Sir, before you show me my new home, Sir."

Marcus needed some time to digest the older boy's speech. Mark bowed and lifted his butt to Marcus' easy access. Marcus was smart enough to see that the older boy had manoeuvred him into this situation deliberately but despite his uncertainty he was so far used to be a prefect to be angry enough not to hesitate to whip the older boy. He really laid into him. Mark was surprised by the intensity of his whipping but he took it silently.

After about ten whips Marcus realized what he was doing and dropped the whip as if it was hot iron. Shame replaced his anger and he knew he had beaten the slave not for his disrespect but for being there. He was disappointed he wasn't able to satisfy his Master without help but instead of being angry about himself he had abused the new slave. His always gentle soul felt guilty and urged him to apologize but his mind told him not to do.

"Slave, this will teach you a lesson how things are going in this house. Stand up." he said much less authoritarian as intended.

"Sir, yes Sir. Thank you Sir." Mark replied.

He stood straight with his eyes down. Mark could see the guilt in the younger boy's face. He couldn't help but hugged the little boy.

"No need to be sorry. You're doing a hard job. Do what you have to do. Slaves need to be punished hard. There is no room for lenience or they won't work as hard as they could. Trust me. Just try to keep your emotions out next time."

He had whispered in his ear. As fast as he had hugged him he let him go. He stood there and bowed his head, waiting for his instructions, as if nothing had happened. Marcus looked a bit puzzled as his mind tried to sort out this new experiences. Eventually he cleared his throat.

"Well slave, it's time to show you your new home. This is the slave's quarter. Master likes to punish and torture us here in the punishment area. This is the slave's cell. If master doesn't instruct you otherwise you will sleep here. Master expects you always clean so you can take a shower as often you need. But you are not allowed to wash your parts; you'll have to ask me to do that. You could squat over the hole to have a crap but most of the time I will give your an enema with the hose because you are plugged. I'll show you tonight."

"These are our food bowls. We are fed twice a day normally, all slaves together. Only Nico, the pet, has his own bowls. He eats dog food, we get slave junk. Get used to be hungry all the time."

"Sir, I'm used to, Sir."

"Good. Let's continue."

Marcus showed Mark the house and how everything worked. Mark was quite impressed by the technology I had invented but didn't like it at all as Marcus explained how the collars work. He had never worn a collar and its symbolism told him that a new chapter of his life had begun. Knowing the collar could hurt him didn't make it easier.

Timo and Julian were kneeling in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor and wiping the cupboards. Mark and Marcus watched them a while. Eventually Mark asked Marcus.

"Sir, may I Sir?" "Yes. Boys, attention!"

"Slave, how long do you need to scrub this floor?" Mark addressed Julian.

"Sir, about 40 minutes, Sir."

"From now on you do it in twenty, and double as thoroughly."

"Sir?" Julian's eyes grow wide.

Mark turned to Marcus. "Sir, may I Sir?"

Marcus nodded, not knowing what Mark intends but he trusted him. Mark placed a chair beside Julian, put his left foot on the seat, grabbed the surprised Julian and hauled him over his leg. Before Julian could react Mark had started to spank him hard. The boy squirmed but Mark held him firmly. Julian had no chance to be brave. Mark's methodical spanking made him quickly sobbing and crying. As fast as he was over Mark's leg Julian found himself back on his knees.

"How long do you need to scrub the floor, boy?"

"Sir, twenty minutes Sir." Julian cried.

"And you, boy, how long do you need to clean the cupboards?"

"Sir, about twenty minutes, Sir, but I can't do faster."

Timo flew almost on Mark's leg. The older boy smacked his butt even before the youngster hit the leg. Two minutes later he knelt beneath his friend, crying as well.

"You're right, you can't do faster. In fact you'll probably need more time if you do it as thoroughly as you should. Don't wipe only the surface. Open the doors and drawers and clean the edges. Lift the kitchen machines and bowls on the worktop and clean underneath, not around. Empty the cupboards and wipe inside. Do your task as fast as possible but do it carefully and thoroughly. Tell me, how do you clean the kitchen?"

"Sir, I clean it as fast as possible but carefully and thoroughly, Sir." Timo sobbed.

"Good. Now, what are you waiting for?"

Both boys looked at Marcus. The prefect just shrugged his shoulders and thought 'I told you'. The boys saw him tapping his whip in his hand and jumped to work immediately. Marcus turned and left, followed by Mark. Despite their tears the jaws of the two little slaves hit the floor as they saw the older slave's backside covered with angry welts.

Prefect and teacher went to the master's bathroom where Sebastian and Chris should clean the tiles. After they had left the kitchen Mark apologized to Marcus.

"Sir, I'm sorry if I went too far. I should have asked you before spanking the second slave, Sir. May I ask you about their names, Sir?"

Marcus went some steps further before he turned around.

"Stop talking rubbish. Master bought you to do the job I should have done. I knew master wasn't happy about the way things went on but I had no power to force the slaves to work. Look, I'm the youngest of all. We are all friends and did everything together, even the shit that made us slaves. I just can't beat them all the time. I like them too much. I wished master had given you the golden collar and I could just be a slave as my friends."

Marcus cried now, disappointed by himself and simply overstretched by the whole situation.

Mark looked around, took Marcus by the hand and led him into the next room.

"Sir, please excuse me, Sir, but I do this for you."

Saying that he sat down, pulling his young prefect over his lap and spanked him hard and long. Marcus was too shocked to fight. Mark underlined his spanks with a lecture.

"You will never let down yourself again. You are a strong and powerful boy, the best prefect your friends could have. They need you. They need a leader who tells them what to do. We are slaves. Slaves serve their master. The only meaning of our live is to satisfy our master all the time. Our master has high expectations to meet. We can't do that without punishment. Believe me, I know that. I never wanted to be punished but I knew I wouldn't work as hard as I could if I didn't fear the consequences. Make your friends fear your whip, not you. They will know the difference. Do that for your friends, not for you. They have to learn to work hard. If they do that, they won't get punished. So when I stop spanking you now you will do your job, whip the hell out of me and show me where I must help next. Don't let me see a weak prefect again."

Marcus was simply reduced to snot and tears. Mark lifted the boy up, wiped his face clean and hugged him until the young slave had calmed down. He stood him on his feet, knelt down and bent over with his bottom in the air.

Marcus just stood and sobbed. Eventually his crying ceased and he said.

"Sir, no Sir. I can't do that. You are the teacher. You taught me a lesson. You were right; I needed it as well as Julian and Timo before. You did your duty as master told you. Thank you for doing it in private. Please stand up. I promise you to be a good prefect when we leave this room, with all consequences."

He smiled when Mark rose. The older boy smiled back. They hugged each other. Marcus broke free and walked with a determined expression out to his master's rooms.

Chapter 15
The Happiest Slaves of the World

"Marcus, how did our new slave today?"

"Master, he did very well, Master. We are still behind the schedule but only slightly. I'm afraid there was a lot of crying in the house this afternoon. Mark spanks really hard, Master."

"I like to hear that."

I frowned as I saw the slowly fading welts on Mark's buttocks.

"How did you go along together? Mark?"

"Master, I'm really sorry. I made a mistake and sir had to correct me, Master. Sir is a good prefect, Master."

Marcus blushed slightly, still feeling the heat from his own well spanked tail.

"Good to know he is able to. Are you ready to serve me tonight?"

"Master, yes Master."

They undressed me quickly. Marcus improved his performance by making the older boy kneel on all fours so he could stand on his back. After a short visit to the bathroom I sat on my bed and the boys knelt in attention in front of me. I ran my fingers over every millimetre of Mark's head and face. I entered his ears and nose as well as his mouth. I could sense he liked it not a bit but he kept completely still. I was amazed of his perfectly shaped but real tiny ears. He had just a hint of flaw on his cheeks and upper lip. Stroking down his neck I pressed my thumbs against his throat. He looked surprised but that changed quickly as I intensified the pressure, keeping my face expressionless. He trembled and felt as if he was choking. Of course he was not but his mind told him. Fear stood clearly in his eyes but he didn't try to put his hands on mine to prevent me from killing him.

"You might be a young man from your age but in my hands you are not more than a little boy. There is nothing that could prevent me from straggling you to death. Don't even think about betraying your master or exactly this would happen. Do you understand?"

I released my grip. He panted heavily and said with a croaky voice

"Master, yes Master. I've never done and I'll never do, Master."

My hands continued the exploration of his body. I was surprised to feel some stubble in his armpits. I checked the skin around his genitals and sensed the same hint of growing hair. Obviously his master hadn't removed his hair permanently. I decided to take action immediately. I made the surprised boys jumping up and hurrying into the bathroom. I gave Marcus a bottle of a long term depilatory and told him to rub it into every part of Mark's body below his neck but being careful not to bring it onto his head or Marcus' own body. It took him about ten minutes and he finished at my order by rubbing the cream into Marks face below ears and nose. I thought about applying it to Marcus too but decided to let him have some hairs before removing it permanently. That was what happened to Mark right there. The cream destroyed every follicle of the boy's hair completely. Maybe he would start to grow new hairs in several years but in his age it was most likely he would not. I was not pity about that. He was a slave and his body belonged to me. Letting the cream work for ten minutes he had to rinse it down in the shower. As the goose bumps from the cold water were gone his skin was as smooth and hairless as it was at the day he was born.

The boys got back into their position in front of my bed and I resumed feeling Mark's body. Finally I moved my hand to his balls. I rolled them between my fingers and gave them a good squeeze, making him flinching by the pain. Soon my attention to his balls had an effect to his cock. It started to get hard but the spikes of his cock cage bit in his flesh painfully. He whimpered but didn't move anyway.

"Have you ever played with yourself, boy?"

"Master, not in a sexual way, Master."

"Explain."

"Master, I can remember playing with my Willie when I was young. But I never jerked off, Master. When I became a slave, I spent my first years with hands bound behind my back, Master. I was put in the cage when I was twelve and there I am since, Master."

"Did it come off?"

"Master, the only time I remember was when I got a bigger one. It was off for about ten seconds, Master."

"And how did he milk you?"

He grimaced.

"Master, a tube was put into my penis and a vibrating plug was inserted in my ass, Master. It hurt like hell when my penis got hard and the spikes dug in but that didn't matter to my master. The machine remained on the whole night. My dick was bleeding every time, Master."

Still fondling his balls and driving his cock into getting hard in vain I said

"Well, I can imagine you didn't like milking. Unfortunately for you I'll milk you every two weeks."

The boy's eyes got wide.

"But it will be without your cage. That doesn't mean you can get hard but you will not bleed at least. I don't think you will like it either but as you said it doesn't matter. I want you healthy and therefore your balls must get the chance to produce sperm. I admit I'm looking forward to see you riding my boy milker."

The prospect didn't excite the youth but he knew better than to say anything. Marcus didn't understand a word. He would learn about soon enough, I thought. I continued to talk to Mark.

"You are long enough a slave to know I own you entirely. I own your body and I own your mind. Believe me or not but I could control your mind. I won't do that if it is not necessary. But there is one thing that is disturbing me and I will change it. Having already a slave called Marcus I don't like your name, Mark. As you know it is the right of a master to call a slave as he likes. You will therefore be called from now on with the name Jan."

I could see a wave of mixed emotions running through his head. He had liked his old name but he knew it was given to him by his old master long ago. He tried to remember his original name. He had almost forgotten what it was and as it came to him he started to smile.

"Master, that's the name my parents gave to me, Master."

"I know from your papers but I would have called you Jan anyway because I wanted to have a slave called Jan for long. Right now your new name had earned yourself a punishment for speaking without permission so damp your enthusiasm. Got it?"

"Master, yes Master. Thank you, Master." he said sheepishly.

"Marcus, I could see a certain tan on your backside. Where does it come from?"

The young boy blushed deeply. He was clearly seeking for words.

"Master, I got a spanking, Master." he said.

"How comes?"

He took all his courage.

"Master, I know I let you down, Master. You had to buy Mark, ehm Jan, to teach us how to work properly. That should be my job but I was too weak to do it. I simply couldn't force my friends to work as I should do. Jan needed only five minutes to make Timo and Julian working as they never did before. I was devastated and lamented about my fate, Master."

He gulped and focused the floor.

"Master, Jan quickly adjusted my attitude, Master."

"And therefore you whipped his ass?"

"Master, no Master. He had asked to be punished for raising his hand against his prefect but I couldn't. I wasn't a prefect then, I was just a little boy that needed someone to bring him back in line, Master. You said to the boys he is here to help them to become better slaves. You said he can spank them. You didn't say that doesn't affect to me, Master. I think he was right in everything he did this afternoon, Master."

His eyes were watering but he was relieved it was out. He never held any secrets to me but he felt guilty he had brought Jan into trouble so didn't want to tell.

"Well, you are right. I was disappointed about your leniency towards your friends. But once more I had to accept that your task might be too big for a nine year old boy. In fact I had told Jan he should keep an eye on you too. I understand none of the other slaves knows about this spanking so it shouldn't spoil your reputation. Hopefully his actions will have any effect to you, boy. But certainly I can't let you both go away with that. Jan went too far and will be punished. But if he felt you need a spanking I will act like a good father and reinforce his efforts. Further a slave of your responsibility failed and will be punished and you know what that means. Normally the cane would suite for this but since you like to be spanked we will try this. You'll understand that one spanking is not enough for this so I will spank you now and tomorrow morning. If I'm not satisfied with the results we will repeat it until I am. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master." the boy replied rather unenthusiastically.

Marcus bent over my lap obediently. I adjusted him a bit and told him as usual that I was punishing him not despite I loved him but because I did. After that I went to town with him and soon he cried and sobbed. Having painfully learned not to plead for anything during punishment he took his spanking without a word but not without noise. I stopped as his but was nicely red. I didn't want him too sore for the night. He had to stand at attention while I ordered Jan to get himself ready for punishment. The youth was trembling as he stood by my side. He hung his head and tried in vain to steady his shaking hands.

"Frightened?" I asked him.

"Master, yes Master." he whispered.

"How were you punished in your old home?"

The boy gulped hard and his shaking intensified.

"Master, we were bound so we couldn't move, Master. Then master put us into a small crate and the crate was lowered in a hole. We couldn't see, we couldn't hear, all it was cold and darkness around. We never knew how long we had to stay there and more than once I thought he wouldn't let me out ever, Master. Once he had put some insects into the crate. I screamed until I was hoarse, Master."

"And he did that for everything?"

"Master, no Master. Just for the light mistakes. If I really had screwed up I was just ignored. It might sound silly but it was much more horrible than the crate. I had to do my tasks but nobody was allowed to communicate with me. Everyone looked through me as if I weren't there. Up to three months I weren't able to talk to someone or even share a glance, let alone get a touch, Master."

He cried freely. I got a hint how sensitive this boy must be.

"And you were never beaten?"

"Master, no Master. When I was older I had to spank the younger ones. I would have given everything to get beaten badly instead of being ignored but master never raised his hand, Master."

I feared he would break down every second so I told him to sit beside me. I put an arm around his adolescent shoulders.

"Listen to me, boy. If you do something wrong you will be punished. I'll make sure you will regret what you did. But at the same time I'll provide you the encouragement not to fail again in the same way. I believe that the best way to do that is to let you feel pain and humiliation. You will learn my punishments are severe but quick. You should fear them. But when it is over, all is forgiven."

The boy tried to calm down and managed even a weak smile.

"I think we should go over this now. You crossed a boarder and you should have known better than to do so. The prefect belongs to me and only me. I'm the only one to decide if and how he gets punished. So if you feel again he should be spanked ask me first. Yes, I don't punish you for spanking him because I believe he deserved it. I'll punish you because you had no permission. Do you understand?"

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

"You will be, boy, you will be. Bend over my knees, now."

He did without hesitation. Feeling his smooth young body on my bare legs made me arouse. My cock tapped against his belly. To distract him I ran my hand over his fine muscular buttocks. I praised myself lucky having bought this extraordinary boy. With a slow pace I smacked his butt hard, allowing every smack to sink in his flesh and mind. His tears were back again, both from the pain of the spanking but also from a sort of happiness of feeling the spanking he had begged for in vain for years. I made his first spanking one to remember for him. It lasted over twenty minutes before he was crying and sobbing, all signs of his own arousal long gone. He had broken down a few minutes ago. His butt and upper thighs were bright red. He needed some minutes to compose himself before he had to stand in attention beside Marcus. I was exhausted too, spanking is hard work.

Ignoring my hard on I took a few items out of a cupboard and told Marcus to sit on the bed. He squirmed clearly as he lowered himself onto the mattress. He had to pull his legs until I could clip his wrists to his ankle cuffs. His groin was now wide open. I lifted him up to the top of the bed and secured his collar to the headboard. I attached ropes to his knees and pulled them to both sides, forcing him to stick his loin out. He looked at me with wide eyes but didn't say a word. I turned my attention to Jan. He got thigh cuffs strapped on and a bar spread his legs as wide as he could. I took his hands from his head, held them and looked in his red eyes.

"You know I own your body entirely and I can do with it what I want, don't you?"

"Master, yes Master." he said sheepishly.

"You are smart enough to know what is coming now. You know it is coming no matter what you do. You can fight it. It would only be a challenge to me. Or you can try to enjoy it. I don't pretend that is doesn't hurt. You are plugged so it might be easier but nevertheless it will be agonizing. Try to relax as much as possible. You'll get used to. Be a brave boy."

"Master, yes Master." he sniffed.

I led him onto the bed. He knelt on the lower end and had to bend forward. His wrists were clipped to Marcus' ankles so his head was between the boy's legs; his knees were secured with two ropes at the bedposts. Both boys were now secured neatly. They looked at each other, trying to give a supporting smile. I lubricated my cock and went behind the boy's back. It was exactly the right height for me. I pulled his plug put, as gently as possible. I checked his hole with my finger. I wormed it around inside his bowels and he squirmed.

"Jan, I want you to lower your head and put Marcus' little pecker in your mouth. Suck it. Keep sucking no matter what happens until I tell you to stop. He will beg you to stop but don't do so. Don't care about what I'm doing to you. Don't stop sucking. And keep your teeth away from him. Got it?"

He nodded with the boy's worm already inside his mouth. I reached forward and started to fondle his nipples. I stroked, pinched and twisted them until he started to moan. My cock touched his blossom. He flinched and tried to clench his buttocks. His head went up and down as he sucked and licked his prefect's tiny cock. Marcus groaned. With a final twist on Jan's nipples I pushed my hips forward and passed the sphincter. He gave a muffled scream and twisted his hips. I pushed a little bit further, waited and went further again. After three or four minutes I was inside him. He wriggled and twisted and made muffled cries but kept sucking Marcus. The little boy was in ecstasy. I pulled my cock slowly back but before it went out completely I pushed again. Very slowly I continued to build a rhythm. Jan had sent Marcus already over the edge yet but kept sucking as I had told him.

Despite his plug Jan was incredible tight inside. I couldn't help but the pleasure built too fast and I came with a violent trust in his bowels. I collapsed on his back. Jan struggled under my weight but kept on his knees, still working on Marcus' pecker. Almost with me the little one came again and moaned and groaned while Jan continued without a break. I slipped out of his back. I couldn't ask Jan to clean my cock so I went to the bathroom and got a cloth. I wiped my cock before I returned to clean Jan from the traces of red, brown and white that ran down his thighs. I inspected his rose but no serious damage was visible. A soothing ointment was applied to his sore skin and anus. I had selected a larger plug and with a small amount of lubricant it slit in, not without muffled protests from Jan. His body trembled as he was clearly in agony from the spanking and the following loss of his virginity. Marcus was done too after he had suffered five exhausting dry orgasms in a row. Despite the older boy's spit his foreskin was raw and hurt. He had long begged his now tormentor to stop but Jan didn't of course. Eventually I allowed him to cease. He fell forward and lay on his younger fellow.

I removed the boy's bindings and crawled beside them. I kissed them both and ran my hands over their bodies. Soon the boys had recovered. The pain from the spanking had faded to a warm glow as long as they stayed of from the bed with their buttocks. Marcus was curious how Jan felt. The older boy looked at me and I nodded.

"It hurt, Sir. I didn't know something could hurt so much down there. I thought master has split me in two. But after a while it began to feel sort of good. Having something warm and big in me felt wired but knowing it was my master made me kind of proud."

Tears began to rise again in his eyes.

"Maybe you can't understand, but… I mean… you are all fine young boys and I really like you but I miss my old home so much. Master wasn't bad despite his punishments. We had a lot of fun though."

I stroked his face and wiped his tears. "Take your time, Jan. Parting is not easy. But you'll get over it."

"Master, I'm sorry but I was really scared as you dragged me out of my old life and put this collar around my neck, Master. As you laid your hands around my throat I almost welcomed the thought of being killed. Later I was near pissing myself as you said I'd be punished and you asked how my old master did it, Master." he blushed deeply.

"But then you made me sit beside you and you put your arm around my shoulder. You held me and explained what I did wrong. You said that after the spanking all would be forgiven. Master, I can't remember when someone was so kind to me, Master."

His body shook from his sobs. He continued with a shaky voice.

"Master, even by the way you took me you gave me the feeling you care about me, Master. By giving me your seed you made me the happiest slave on earth, Master."

He grabbed my hand, kissed it and buried it between his hands and his face. I was flabbergasted. Marcus had kept silence as the older boy spoke. Now he reached out and embraced my neck. He kissed me.

"Master, now you have the two happiest slaves on earth in your bed, Master."

Jan was a surprised by the casualness Marcus showed towards me. Of course he didn't know that Marcus lay beside me almost every night and we had a special relationship together. I withdraw my hand from him, grabbed Marcus at his chest, rolled on my back and pulled him onto me. Then I reached out with my left arm, slipped my hand under Jan's shoulder and pulled him towards me. When their faces were close to mine I kissed both.

"And with you two in my bed I'm the happiest master in the world, boys."

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