Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapter 20-26

Chapter 20
Jan's Lessons

"Of course."

Jan sat between my legs on the floor, leaning on the seat of the couch, resting his head to my lap and watching the flames in the fireplace. I stroked over the slowly returning stubbles of black hair, caressing his cheeks with the other hand. My naked legs were crossed over his body. I liked my boys sitting there, underlining their position as slaves but keeping a certain degree of intimidation. From time to time I took the younger ones onto my lap but Jan had definitively outgrown this possibility.

"Master, please punish me, if you think it is not proper for a slave to ask this, Master."

"You can count on that but go ahead."

"Master, I'm responsible for training slaves quite a time now, here and at my old home, Master. I can threat slaves to work and to obey but I still don't understand the reasons for some orders you or my old master gave. For example both of you keep the slaves in a constant feeling of hunger. It can't be a matter of money because especially you show your generosity towards us slaves more then often, Master. Then why are you doing this? Aren't well-fed slaves better workers?"

"I see you want me to introduce you to the secrets of mastering slaves. Well, if one of the younger ones had asked me this we would be on our way to the punishment area now."

I felt his body tensing.

"But I accept that your role in this house involves you indeed into matters of slave rearing. Let us go further afield. If you deal with slaves you have to consider that it's against the human nature to belong to another human. Only very few people are born with so much submissiveness that they really need to be mastered. Surprisingly Julian is such a slave by nature. But the great majority of humans don't have this ability. So if you put a boy into slavery by law you have to force him into submission. Usually you have to break the will of a boy before he accepts his fate. Some could do that by their own will. Chris, Nico and Timo are examples of the first category, Markus fits in the latter. But even if they had accepted being a slave they are boys. Boys are up to mischief by nature. So they had to be kept in line. Slaves tend to forget their positions from time to time, especially in a household like ours. If a master wants to establish proper discipline in his house he has to install some constant reminders of their place in life for the slave boys. A very good reminder is hunger. Slaves can get used to the feeling of being hungry but they can't ignore it for long. Whenever you think about your hunger you will remember that you are a slave and you have to earn your food. Some slaves don't respond very well to other forms of punishment but denial of food is a very effective way to force them to obedience. Fortunately I didn't have to use this often now. Very important in the whole matter is that you create only a feeling of hunger and not a real starving. Believe me Jan, your body gets everything it needs from the slave food even it tastes boring."

"Master, and the fact that we have to slurp our food out of the bowls is another reminder, Master?"

"Correct. And it's simply a matter of effectiveness."

He kept staring at the fire. I could sense how his thoughts were turning.

"Jan, I want you to do 30 push ups and 30 squats right now."

The boy jumped up, looked somehow puzzled but started to do the exercises immediately. The boy was fit and so he panted just slightly as he had finished this task.

"Now take a piece of firewood, place it in front of me. Fetch two heavy books and kneel onto the edge of the wood. Quick."

Jan rushed through the living room to fetch the required items. As he knelt on the wood I ordered him to stretch out his arms at his side and gave him a book to hold in every hand, threatening him with punishment if he let his arms down under his shoulder level. I took a newspaper and started to read. Of course I kept an eye on him. After a few minutes the weight of the books took its effect. The boy started to struggle to keep his arms up. His knees started to hurt as the edge of the wood bit deep into his skin. Ten minutes passed by and I told him to put everything back at its place. Having done this he was ordered to repeat his exercises. The fetching of the books and his kneeling on the wood followed subsequently. This continued for over an hour. Finally, trenched in sweat, I allowed him to kneel in front of me without the wood. I put the papers down.

"Tell me, boy, have you just learned a lesson?"

The boy searched through his mind and shook his head. I chuckled.

"O.k., tell me what you thought before I ordered you to do the push ups?"

"Master, I can't remember, Master." he said sheepishly.

"And did you think about what I explained to you earlier while you knelt on the wood?"

"Master, no Master, I had to concentrate to keep my arms up, Master."

"Now put all pieces together into the context of your question about the secrets of mastering."

It took a few seconds but then his eyes lit up.

"Master, to distract a slave from thinking you have to keep him occupied, Master."

"Correct again. You are learning, Jan."

"Master, thank you Master." he blushed slightly.

"The younger the slave the more you have to keep him focused on his work. As long as he is focused he won't think about something else. It's the way of thinking that gets a young boy in trouble so often. That changes when he gets older. Teens can do multiple tasks at the same time. So you have to use other forms of control. And that's the point. A master has to have his slaves always under full control. Part of controlling a teen is this."

I lifted his chastity cage with my foot.

"If I wouldn't keep you in this cage you would always be distracted from your duties by unwanted erections and the need of release. I know you are often frustrated when you are aroused but you can't get hard, let alone have an orgasm. That's why other masters usually castrate their slaves when they get older."

I tapped his balls with my toes.

"Do you want me to cut this off so you can get out of the cage?"

"Master, please do not, Master. I've never complained about, Master." he pleaded.

"I know and that's why you still have it. Your advantage is that you never had experienced a real orgasm so you don't miss any. I'm afraid I had spoiled the little ones in this matter, especially Marcus. It will be a sad surprise for them when they were put into a cage after their first wet dream. At least they are told not to touch themselves. If you ever see a slave touching any cock deliberately without being told report him to me immediately."

"Master, yes Master."

"A successful master should be able not to control a slave's body alone but his mind. Therefore you have to know what your slaves are thinking. That needs a long experience. I'm glad to have it. Most of the time you boys are like an open book to read. So stop wondering about how an orgasm might feel,"

The boy blushed deeply and focused the floor.

"and pay attention when I try to teach you. A slave's live is a life of discipline."

I took the whip from my side and Jan held his hands out after I hat tipped against them. I gave a quick slash on each of his palms.

"Listen. I have a rickshaw in my garage. I want you to take it out tomorrow morning and wash it thoroughly. Bring it to the driveway. There is a harness and a bridle in the garage too. Tell the boys to put it onto you and let them chain you to the rickshaw. A plug with a tail goes right into your ass. That will make you a fine pony. When you are ready we will make a nice trip to the town. I think there will be lots of girls in the street cafes."

Jan's face was white as snow. His hands had started to shake.

"What's wrong? You like it, don't you?"

"Master, no Master."

"Why not? Do you think I'm too heavy to pull?"

"Master, no Master. I can do that. But Master, please, it would be embarrassing to let the boys put a tail into my ass, let alone all the people would see me in the town, Master."

Jan almost cried.

"Boy, stop whining, we aren't finished yet. I'm sure the kids will love my pony. I can already see them riding you through the street or pulling you with a cock leash along. How would that be?"

"Master, please Master. That would be horrible, so humiliating, Master."

"That's the purpose. So we have three ways to enforce discipline – pain, embarrassment and humiliation. A good master knows how to use them effectively. Am I a good master?"

"Master, yes Master, you know definitively to use it, Master."

"I admit it is a temptation to see you in a pony outfit but I think we postpone it until I need a proper punishment for you, boy."

"Master, thank you very much, Master."

Jan was relieved and bent forward to kiss my feet.

"Nevertheless the rickshaw should be cleaned so put it into the schedule."

"Master, yes Master."

I told him to hold out his hands again. He did without hesitation but his hands were trembling and his expression showed me his fear.

"I can see fear in your eyes. Are you afraid of the whip or of me?"

"Master, both Master. It's partly the pain but it would be bearable. Master, I'm really scared of your ability to play the instruments of discipline so virtuously, Master. You had opened the door for me to see just slightly but that was more than enough to make me shiver, Master."

I took his hands and pulled him to me, let him sit at my side and kissed him. At first he was stunned but then he returned the embrace and we kissed ardently. After a while of kissing and caressing we were just sitting together on the couch. I had an arm around his shoulder and held him tightly.

"Jan, never forget the last parts of mastering discipline: Mercy and love. Be strict and adamant when you need to but also kind when you can. The latter is the hardest part to learn but if you do it right you will earn loyal and willing slaves."

"Master, thank you for teaching me Master."

He rested his head against my shoulder. We watched the dying fire. My eyes caught some tears rolling down his cheeks.

"You know you can talk to me boy, whatever is weighing on your mind."

"Master, the boys are learning fast, Master. You won't need me anymore soon. I know I'm just a slave but I don't want to leave the best Master in the world."

"Jan, time will tell us what to do. Don't worry about tomorrow, live the now. And don't be rash in your judgement. You are with me only a few weeks now. There is a beast in me waiting to escape. I didn't furnish the punishment area just to scare my slaves. It was well used and I have an increasing desire to hear the screams of tortured boys. Julian and some of the other boys have experienced time in the frame but what they felt is only a glimpse of the pain I can inflict. I might seem to be a gentle master now but the truth is I'm a cruel sadist."

"Master, I'm your humble servant Master, whatever you want Master."

"I know, my boy. But it's getting late. Don't you think you owe my cock some attention, slave?"

"Master, yes Master." Jan smiled.

Chapter 21
Julian's Insight

To say his knees were wobbly wouldn't nearly describe his state. It was kind a relief to sink on his knees in front of his master's desk. The boy couldn't say in which mood his master was because he didn't dare to look anywhere else to as to the floor in front of his legs. Though he tried to keep calm he felt his heart racing in anticipation of the pain he would feel when his master carried out the punishment.

The boy was no fool and knew exactly why he was summoned to his master. In the last week he had been at the receiving end of Marcus' whip and Jan's hand every day and Marcus had threatened him twice to report him if his work wouldn't improve properly. He had really tried hard but he couldn't get his head free. Since the day in the mountains with his master and Nico Julian's mind was puzzled by the intense emotions he had felt then.

It was as if he didn't know the boy he was anymore. He was used to being flogged occasionally and spanked regularly by his master as well as he had learned to enjoy being fucked. So it was just exciting to hike in the forest although he had guessed that his master would play with him. So he wasn't surprised he had found himself tied up tightly. Though he was scared and became really frightened as he lay there and nobody touched him for an eternity he felt strangely aroused and he remembered that his cock had stayed hard the whole time.

But was really had disturbed him was what had happened as he hang between the trees. His master had started to strap him and it had hurt a lot. But suddenly he had started to like the sting and he felt great pleasure that he couldn't understand. And his master had made Nico to suck his cock. He didn't know something could feel so good down there. It was pure ecstasy. Then master had continued to torture him with that thing in his ass and more weight at his balls. The worst were the clamps on his nipples.

The boy remembered the agony he felt while hanging at the ropes. His whole body had hurt like hell but his mind had wandered to another place. He had felt a strange but intense happiness. Master had talked to them about orgasm and sexual stimulations but he didn't really understand that. He tried to sort out his feelings but couldn't. He felt there must be something terrible wrong with him but he didn't dare to ask his master fearing a disastrous punishment.

He didn't like punishment, especially not from Jan. Marcus' whippings were painful but short, just a few licks. Jan's spankings were short too but within seconds his ass was on fire that lasted for eternity. Nobody had a chance not to end up crying and weeping after such a spanking. For the boy the worst aspect was that he couldn't get into the other world because the spankings were too short. At least there was a nice feeling when the sting finally faded.

There was one thing that would make every boy pissing himself immediately. Most of the boys had suffered nightmares. It was the source of unlimited horror. Inconceivable pain was inevitable for a boy who had to make a trip to it. Each boy knew that though only a few of them had experienced some time in the punishment frame. The only one who got a glimpse of what could be really done to a boy so far was Marcus on his very first day.

Julian knew he was lucky getting only a few licks with the whip. Chris was lucky too though he was sore for days after his punishment. None of the boys had seen what master had done to Marcus but all had heard him screaming. Marcus had never talked about but Julian would never forget that screams. It was beyond his imagination what could cause such screams. He had sworn that he would never end up in that frame.

He had failed. He knew it. After the scolding master would lead him to the frame. It was inevitable. His body trembled. Tears ran down his cheeks but he knew that was nothing compared with the frame. Could he survive? The boy doubted. Of course he wouldn't die. But in what condition would he be afterwards? A shadow fell on him and suddenly he saw the toe of his master's shoes in front of him.

Should he dare to kiss them? Was he still worth to do that? Sure he would get a kick again like he got on the first day. Master was right then. Master had given him a chance and he had blown it now. Slowly he leaned forward and lowered his head to his master's feet. He clenched his eyes shut and prepared himself for the kick.

Julian was more puzzled then ever. I didn't kick him or even scold him. I had simple heard the boy's stuttered attempts to explain what the boy couldn't explain. After that he hat quietly been ordered to wash himself and wait beside the slave's cell. Now he was kneeling in front of the dreaded punishment frame and he couldn't turn his eyes away from it. His whole body trembled in anticipation of pain he couldn't even imagine. Tears were running silently down his cheeks.

He knelt there for nearly an hour but to the boy it was an eternity. The poor boy was completely devastated as he had tormented himself mentally by imagining the worst things a little slave boy's mind could produce. He was in exactly the state I wanted him to be. I had never intended to punish him but to show him his true self.

Julian would always be the lowest of the lowest. Despite his intelligence he was just incapable to live an independent life. It would have been a disaster if he had not become a slave. It was cruel to break him the way I did it but even if I reflected I knew it was the best for the boy. A quick and clean cut. The boy obeyed instantly and was since happy with that.

He was adorable in his innocence and I would love to keep him in that state but it was too dangerous. It could destroy him if I wasn't careful enough. I knew he needed the pain and would benefit sexually from bondage and humiliation. He was the perfect boy toy and I was about to play with him. As I said the boy hat tormented himself as his mind struggled. Nevertheless his ten year old member was as hard as it could be. It was bigger than ever before and it pointed up right to his belly button. He stumbled and almost lost his balance as he got to his feet. His face was red from the long crying.

He stood before me, his head bowed, clearly trembling in fear. Marcus had arrived at the punishment area with me. It was important that he understood what was going to happen to his friend so there were no hard feelings. It was time to start the mind games.

"Marcus, I'm going now to punish this creature severely. Don't expect him to be able to work again soon after I'm finished with him."

Marcus went pale and Julian would have collapsed to the ground if I hadn't already fixed his wrists to the upper bar of the punishment frame.

"Master, yes Master."

One by one I lifted Julian's legs and fastened the ankles to the upper bar too. Now he hung suspended at his wrists, his bottom and thighs easy accessible. I removed the weight from his balls but connected the ball stretcher to a thin chain that ran over a wheel at the ceiling so his balls were pulled upright away from his body. To the other end I put a really heavy looking weight. Julian looked at me with wide eyes as I held the weight up. With a cold smile I dropped it.

It felt to Julian as if his balls were ripped from his body. His screams must be heard in the whole house. The weight was hardly heavier than double of the weight he had hung from his balls all the time and had dropped only a few centimetres so it wasn't very likely that there was any damage of his balls at all. But the boy's mind told him that it must hurt badly so to him it did. The main purpose of this was after all that his balls were safely out of way.

"I had given you a day off and how did you thank me? You were lazy! Do you really think you could go away with that? No, slave, you will not. I will make an example of you to warn the others."

I beckoned Marcus to bring a trolley from the side to me. I picked up a nasty looking whip.

"First I think I will introduce you to this nice little peace of leather. Fifty will do for to start."

Julian was white as snow and his eyes popped almost out. Marcus took a sharp breath.

"Then I will decorate your buttocks with this lovely cane. Thirty, I think."

Tears shot out of Julian's eyes as he saw the monstrous piece of rattan. Next I held up a giant dildo, about 50 cm [20 inches] in length and 8 to 10 cm [3 to 4 inches] in diameter.

"After that this little thing will go right up your bowels."

"And since you like this all as your cock shows I will finally cut your parts off with this knife. It's rather blunt, I'm afraid, so it will take some time to do this."

Although Julian hat emptied his bladder before a small fountain of urine started to ran down his crotch. A blindfold was put over his eyes and a gag pushed in his mouth. Marcus looked at me with a wide open mouth. He couldn't believe what I had announced. The boy almost flinched as I reached out to ruffle his hair. Smilingly I put all the stuff I had shown to Julian back on the trolley. Marcus looked even more puzzled than before, I knelt down and brought my mouth to his ear.

"Look at Julian. He is terrified to death. But as you can see his penis is rock hard and throbbing. Julian is frightened, of course, but this is very arousing for him. And now, even if I use just a light strap on him, his mind will tell him that it is the bull whip."

I took a light leather belt and started to work on his thighs. It stung for sure but didn't leave any bruises. Nevertheless Julian yelled and shrieked into the gag. As I stopped after about 30 (of course I had counted the last strokes up to 50 loudly) soft lashes his skin was slightly red. I took a flexible plastic switch and started on his butt. After about ten or twelve strokes Julian's fell almost silent. Some quiet groans were the only noises he made now.

"Julian has already reached the point where pain changed into ecstasy." I whispered.

Julian's butt plug came out. I pressed my fist against his anus and the boy screamed again.

"Time for him to lose his balls." I announced loudly.

But instead the knife I took a duck feather. I beckoned Marcus to stand close to me and watch. The feather hardly touched the base of Julian's scrotum and the boy cried out. Stars exploded in his mind and his body tensed and twisted. He lifted his back from the wall before he collapsed and hang limp in the frame. He had fainted. A small amount of clear fluid dripped from the glans of his penis. Having made sure the boy could breathe I turned to Marcus.

"Boy, I don't expect you to understand this but Julian needs pain and humiliation to become sexually aroused. He had just one of the biggest orgasms in his life. The boy is the perfect toy for me. I want to play with him and he will enjoy it although he will not be aware of this all the time. He will be in bondage and pain as often I want him to be. You will care for him like you do with Nico. Don't worry, you will learn as he will too. Now, leave us alone. I promise I won't do him any harm."

I lowered the frame until his butt was level with my groin and greased my cock. Entering him was a matter of seconds. In one hand I had a smelling salt and in the other a pair of nipple clamps. He awoke quickly after I held the salt under his nose. But before he could sort his mind the first clamp went on. He shrieked and tried to trash in his bondage. But his limbs were held by the straps and his butt was speared with my cock. I could feel the tension in his body. Once he calmed the other clamp made him start crying again.

"Why are you crying, boy? We haven't even started yet. There is much more to come. I know you can take it. Show me how brave you are. You promised to be a good toy. Stop your whining."

The boy gulped a couple of times but managed to cease his tears. I took his blindfold off.

"Listen to me my boy. I'm not punishing you. There is no reason to do so. I should have sensed there is something wrong. The next time you are troubled come to me, understand?"

Julian looked puzzled but nodded.

"Look Julian, your mind had tricked you. There is no damage at your butt or parts. I had played with you a little bit. But it felt fine at the end, didn't it? You enjoyed the pleasure you had experienced, didn't you?"

Even more puzzled Julian nodded again.

"That's why you are my boy toy. It's so much fun to play with you. I will hurt you Julian, I will tease you and I will humiliate you, both here and in public. You will hate it big time, you will probably hate me, but your cock will enjoy it. Open your mind for your inner needs. You need it and deep inside you want it."

Julian slowly shook his head.

"Oh yes, boy. Look down at your willie. It's hard already."

Julian blushed as he realized I was right.

"Well, that's my part of the game. If you are a good toy I will reward you. I will give you pleasure you can't imagine yet. But most important: There will be times you will want to hurt yourself, maybe when you are angry or upset. Maybe it is too early for that but these moments will come. When this happens I expect you to come to me. Don't try anything yourself. Trust me, I know what you need."

The boy was scared now. I reached forward, stroked his cheeks and undid the gag.

"Don't worry, Julian. You're one of the finest little creatures I'd ever seen. I'd never allow anyone to do any harm to you. You are what you are. You can't escape from that but there is nothing to be scared about."

I smiled at him.

"And now, my boy, you owe me a really good fuck."

Julian stumbled behind me. He struggled to avoid the pull of the leash but was rather unsuccessful. His body ached and his legs were almost numb. He had not slept the night, hanging suspended in the frame and almost continuously tortured by wicked electro shocks and running vibrators. Julian couldn't remember how often he had experienced that strange ecstasy his master had called orgasm.

His arms were securely fastened to the leather harness so he could not use them. A short chain between his thigh cuffs made walking more difficult. He had several falls as I walked him round the lawn and without hands to absorb the impact it was rather painful. But after a few rounds he got it right and we went to the car and headed to the town.

Julian, clad in nothing but his harness, was most embarrassed by the tiny flower that stuck in the piss slit of his little penis. The penis was erected and held upright by the band attached to the harness. But of course he could do nothing against it. Much to his relief people didn't care much about a little slave boy following his master through the streets. Several times when I stopped to talk to someone he managed to hide behind me. I didn't object because people usually expect slaves to make themselves invisible.

Eventually we reached our destination, the tattoo shop where my other boys had got their rings. The owner had agreed to teach me how to pierce my slaves and sell me some equipment. Julian was going to be my guinea pig. The boy went pale as he saw me heading to the shop's door. He guessed correctly that it wouldn't be me to receive some rings.

We were greeted by the sounds of a crying boy. I recognized the artist's son lying face down on the chair. His legs were spread wide and the man worked between the cheeks. Julian shrunk back until the leash prevented further retreat. John, the artist, asked me to wait a few minutes until he finished his son's punishment. Remembering what he had shown me last time I felt a bit sorry for the boy. I frowned as I saw the spiky ball beneath his anus.

"Well, he won't like sitting down for a while, I guess," the man remarked as he saw my reaction.

The boy shrieked as the spikes dug into the sensitive skin of his inner buttocks as he got up. Tears run down his cheeks as he stood in front of us, hands on his head and legs spread wide.

"You should have known better than to fool around when you should have done your homework, son. Now go to your room and finish your work. When I come up I expect you to sit at your desk."

"Yes father," the boy sobbed, knowing that sitting would be very painful.

"Sorry you had to wait, Sir. Now, what nice little specimen have you brought today?"

I pulled the leash and Julian stumbled forward.

"You have an exquisite taste Sir. Very nice. Hop on, little flower boy."

The artist padded the chair. Julian blushed by the mentioning of the flower sticking in his penis. With a little help from the man he soon sat on the chair, secured with leather straps. He was frightened since he had heard Sebastian's report of his piercing. But he was exited too. He had begged his mother for an ear ring but that had been denied. He knew he would get more than he had dreamed of and for sure he wouldn't like everything. But by getting rings he would be equal to Marcus and Sebastian. That was worth enough for him to endure the pain.

The following hours made him rethink this repeatedly but generally he did well. The boy was soaked with sweat and tears and his jaw hurt from biting into the penis shaped gag he wore since last night. The artist was pleased with my efforts too. After a few attempts at places where the boy's skin would heal without visible damage I quickly got the hang of it. I was quite nervous as I touched the boy's nipples with the needle got it right at once. Penetrating his septum was quite easy with the pair of pliers the artist had provided me with. Julian had cooperated very well to this point so I had decided to anaesthetize his little pecker before trying to pierce his glans.

When I had finished the boy was so exhausted he fell asleep immediately. We let him sleep for a while since the man gave me more instructions about hygiene and safety issues as well as sold me some equipment to use at home. Eventually Julian found himself standing in front of a mirror, seeing his new decorations for the first time. He blushed as he saw his cock trapped into the strap with a ring through the glans and a white flower on the top. What he could not see but feel was the large ring in his perineum that dug into his sensitive inner thighs. He didn't get a scrotum ring since he wore the ball stretcher. The nipple rings were quite heavy and connected with a small silver chain that led to a small but sturdy ring in his navel. He had expected to get a ring into his nose but disliked it instantly. Like the nipple rings it was thick and heavy.

The artist handed me a bag with my purchase. At the back of Julian's harness was a d-ring in I clipped the bag to it since Julian's hands were still fixed. The leash was attached and we left the shop. The boy was tired and in pain. I had to drag him behind to keep up my pace. He had tried but he needed some encouragement to get in proper motion. I took a small strap out of my pocked and started to smack the back of his thighs while holding him in place by his balls. He jumped and shrieked but couldn't get away from the nasty strap.

I put the leash to the back of his collar and made him run ahead of me, keeping him moving with occasional slaps on his butt. As we came to a corner I saw an older lady scolding a girl, about eleven or twelve years old. The girl glared back defiantly. At her feet lay several bags and fruits were scattered on the pavement.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Malkowicz?"

I addressed the women after I had recognized her. She was the mother of a friend of mine and we had met occasionally. She turned around.

"Oh, Mike, nice to see you. My son has given this slut to me to help me shopping. But all I got was her complaining about the weight of the bags. She even dropped one. Unfortunately I can't punish her because of rheumatism."

"I could help you if you wish."

I handed her the leash of my boy. Julian had tried again to hide behind me. A few swats onto his thighs made him jump.

"Who told you to stop? Keep on running on the spot, boy, and I want your legs high in the air!"

I approached the girl. She looked at me still defiantly but also a bit frightened. She tried to shrink back but I quickly grabbed her wrist. Before she could react I had slapped her face twice with her own hand. The defiance was gone immediately. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Strip, slut!"

Horror went into her expression. As she didn't react two more slaps were added. The now crying girl started to pull her tunic over her head. I let her wrist go, ready to catch her if she were so stupid to try running away. Eventually she had removed her dress. I was surprised to see her wearing underpants. She gave me a pleading look as I snatched the dress from her hands. I raised my hand as she hesitated to lower her panties. They dropped to the pavement immediately.

I wrapped my left arm around her body and bent her backwards so her groin stood out. She trashed and screamed but couldn't get away as the strap hit swat by swat her little girl cunt. I didn't count the swats and I continued until I felt her body becoming limp. I let her go and she fell to the ground, curling into a ball and weeping. I tied the bags together with her tunic and told the girl to get up. After a few kicks she stood with wobbly legs and tearstained face. I put the tunic around her neck. She winced but didn't dare to protest. To finish off I shoved her panties into her mouth.

"If she needs a further lesson please give me a call, Ma'am."

"I will, Mike. Thank you."

"At your service."

Taking over the boy's leash I drove him forward by well laid swats at his thighs. Julian jumped and shrieked but moved quickly. As we passed a popular fast food restaurant Julian spotted some kids of his age inside. He wanted to get away as fast as possible but I decided spontaneously to go in. He looked at me pleadingly but to no avail. He hung his head as we entered. I tied his leash to the leg of a free table and told him to kneel and wait for me. He hoped in vain that none of the kids at the nearby table would recognize him. He blushed as he heard his name between their giggles but didn't dare to look who it was. Julian couldn't understand why his penis seemed to become stiff.

As I came back with my food I freed him from his gag but let it hang around his neck. The boy was tired, exhausted and hungry. But his ordeal wasn't over yet, it would be a day to remember for him. I had bought some burgers and chips with a cup of soda and found it very tasty. It wasn't appropriate to buy a burger for a slave so I left some food over deliberately. The boy did well so far and had earned some reward. I put the tray on the floor in front of Julian. The boy was used to slurp his slave food at home without hands but to pick up the morsels of his master's meal in front of other people was much more humiliating so he hesitated.

He could feel the eyes of the kids on him and he blushed again. But encouraged by a smack on the back of his head he got over it and lowered his face to the tray. Once he had started he devoured everything quickly. It tasted wonderful but the salty chips made him even thirstier than he was before. He licked his dry lips as he looked at me but I just reached down and put the gag back into his mouth. The kids giggled again as they recognized the shape of it. As we passed their table on the way out I stopped and Julian stood in front of me. His face was bright red and he focused the floor.

"Watch you behaviour kids, or you might be the next to become slaves."

The kids stopped their giggles immediately and it was their turn to blush. Julian jumped forward as I slapped his butt hard with my hand. We entered the toilet area. I made the boy looking at me. I removed his gag again.

"Open my trousers and get my penis out."

His eyes went to my crotch and the up again as he helplessly pulled on his arm restraints.

"With your mouth, boy."

"Oh," slipped out of the boy's throat as he dropped to his knees. He had some difficulties but eventually my cock and balls were out of the flies.

"Are you thirsty, boy?"

He nodded.

"Well, then take my cock into your mouth and swallow."

Julian went pale and backed off. He looked at me in disbelief and attempted to say something.

"Quiet boy!" I interrupted him. "Either you drink my piss or you will slurp out that toilet bowl over there. You can choose that but then you will stay on all fours because you would be not more than a filthy animal."

Tears welled up in his eyes and in addition to his discomfort he felt a certain tingling in his groin.

"Beside, did I ever tell one of my slaves to do something dangerous or unhealthy?"

Tears ran now freely but slowly he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my penis. I let flow and he swallowed bravely, though on the verge of vomiting. As the stream ceased he licked the last drop of my cock and I pulled it out and put it away. I grinned as I looked at his groin. His own cock was rock hard. He blushed as he realized it. I led him to the sink where I washed his face and let him rinse out his mouth. After that I took his face in both hands, smiled at him and gave him a long kiss.

Chapter 22
Doggy Parlour

Some of the other boys felt a bit jealous since I spent so much time with Julian but regretted it soon as the next days were rather painful for all of them. I had increased their chores significantly as I wanted my complete estate cleaned and some repairs done. Of course that meant a lot of encouragement from my whip. Marcus and Jan were as done as the other boys from working hard and looking after their mates.

Eventually at Friday the house and garden were spotless clean. The boys had redone some areas after inspection and stood now at attention in a line in my living room, secretly wanting to rub the palms of their hands where my strap had stroked them for every failure. I addressed them:

"Well done boys, I'm proud of you. For now you can relax a bit. I will call you later so stay in your cell. If you want you may play with something from the toy box. But before you go, open your mouths."

They did and their eyes grew wide as I produced a bag with pink pacifiers. Each boy got one. They grimaced by the thought of having pacifiers in their mouths like babies but of course nobody complained. I had to smile, they looked really cute.

"Suck!"

Again the obeyed and their faces lit up quickly as they found out that they were sucking pieces of candy, something any boy slave would die for. I dismissed them but against every rule they didn't bow and leave immediately. Sebastian stepped forward, wrapped his arms around me and pressed his face against my body. One by one each slave did the same and I was embraced by the loveliest boys I could imagine. Jan was the last and he brought his mouth to my ear and whispered

"Master, I know I'm not allowed to speak, Master. It's just we want to let you know how grateful we are for having you as our master. We are slaves and we need punishment for better work. You are strict, but not unfair and at the same time you give us the feeling of being cared about. Thank you for that. All of us will love you forever, Master."

I tried to wrap my arms around all of my boys. I held them tight while a tear of happiness ran slowly down my cheek.

"I love you too, boys, I love you too. Nothing will ever change that. Now enjoy yourself. And since the work is done for speaking you are back to the usual rules."

As the boys left my eye fell on Nico who was kneeling in his corner, glaring at the scene. Obviously he was jealous of the other boys or felt simply left out. I had to cure him from that.

"Heel, pet!"

I wandered through the house, aimlessly but at quick pace, so Nico had to difficulties to follow me as required, touching my leg, especially at the stairs. Eventually we came back to the living room where I sat down on the couch. Nico knelt beside me, panting and sweating. I grabbed his chin, pressing thumb and fingers painfully into his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. I gave him a stern glance. He whimpered.

"I had expected earlier to find seven pairs of arms wrapping me but there were only six. Obviously one of my slaves preferred not to join the others assuring me his love and gratitude. Obviously the one doesn't have love or gratitude for his master. Obviously the one doesn't appreciate the sweet life he has in my house."

Nico tried to shake his head, his eyes wide open in shock and fear, but I held him too tight. He blinked desperately 'no' but I pretended I didn't notice.

"Or maybe he thinks of himself to be special so he doesn't need to show love or gratitude. Maybe he thinks he is better than the others and it was his right to ignore his master."

Nico still tried to shake his head, now with tears in his eyes.

"Or is he simply a coward that was too afraid to risk punishment for breaking a rule?"

The boy pet's tears flew freely now. His body shook by his sobs. He didn't know how to tell his master that he was wrong. He would have loved to join his friends but simply couldn't. He knew if I was mad with him it would be quite painful. The boy tried to stop his sobbing and lifted his hands from the floor. He closed his eyes, anticipating what would happen. I wondered what he was doing until the boy was thrown to the floor, crying out in agony. I quickly checked the settings of his collar with my pda and found out that the training unit was activated and on the highest level. Obviously the power led didn't work. I turned the box off.

Nico was lying on the floor, heavily panting, his face stained with tears. I picked him up and pulled him onto my lap, wiping his tears away. I pressed his body against me.

"I'm so sorry my little pet. I didn't know the collar was active. It's my fault."

I stood up and carried him to my bathroom where I laid him into my large bath tube. He gave me a confused look as I opened the water tap and warm water started to fill the tube.

"Just relax, little one."

When enough water was in the tube I undressed and stepped in too. Nico didn't dare to move even a finger. He was scared and confused, I could tell by the expression of his face. I took his right foot and ran my fingers over his sole. The skin was soft and tender since it wasn't used for walking anymore. The boy's feet were extreme ticklish and Nico struggled not to try pulling his foot away from me. I inspected each of his lovely little toes thoroughly. The boy looked at me in disbelief as I but his toes into my mouth and started to suck while my hands kneaded his soles. Nico sensed he was not in trouble anymore and allowed his body to relax a bit. I worked my tongue around his toes, sucked and licked them. He leaned his head against the wall of the tube and even closed his eyes.

Nico was still confused but one of the first things he learned as a boy pet was that he had absolutely no say in what his owner wants to do with his body. He knew that if I wanted to torture his foot he had to hold it out like he did now. And though he wasn't sure where this would lead to he enjoyed the attention I gave him. He enjoyed also the warm water since it was a long time he felt it last.

I put his foot on my shoulder. Using a soft wash cloth I worked my way down his leg to his thighs. The little boy's little member expected some attention and sprung to life. Nico felt it and blushed. I repeated my action with his other leg and his tiny pecker stood out as stiff as could be but I ignored it. I pushed his legs gently upwards and Nico got the hint and held them up with his hands. I ran the wash cloth across his butt and through the crack. His plug went out. It was a normal plug not his usual one with the doggy tail. I caressed his rose intensively. A quiet moan escaped from the boy.

I took his hips with both hands and pulled him closer. Nico wasn't expecting that so he couldn't react. His head slipped under water and he let his legs go. But in his position he couldn't lift his head enough to break through the surface. I took a deep breath, leaned over the boy and put my face under water too. I found his mouth and pressed my lips against it. I forced his mouth open and while kissing him I blew some air into his lungs. Of course it was all just for fun, the boy was fine. Still kissing him I pushed his body up again so he could lean against the tube. The boy wrapped his arms and legs around my body and clung at me tightly. I turned slowly around, still kissing, until the boy was over me. I turned the whirlpool functions on and the boy giggled as the bubbles tickled him.

Nico was in heaven. He was always kind of jealous as he watched the other boys cuddling with me. Now he had me all for his own, he was lying on top of me and he held me as if he wouldn't let me go forever. Nico was a boy who needed body contact. That was what he missed at most as my pet. Nestling against him was the greatest gift I could give to him in that moment. He guessed that there was a price for him to pay but he didn't care. He was so happy he almost started to cry. I could feel his little heart pounding in his chest and his little pecker poked against my belly. For a while we just lay there, enjoying the water whirls and each other.

Pleasant thoughts came to my mind and eventually I noticed my rigid cock pocking against his butt. Nico felt it too and he reached back and stroked my organ gently. Suddenly, with a single motion, he pressed my cock into his butt crack, pushed himself up from my chest and accompanied by a loud scream my penis penetrated his anus. The boy's body shook as he fought to cope with the pain. He was not lubricated apart from the water in the tube and it hurt like hell. But there was nothing I could do for him, apart from holding his trembling hands.

Eventually he managed a weak smile but it was only short living. He pressed his legs against the tube and lifted his butt. Of course a new wave of searing pain ran through his body. As parts of my cock were out of him I made him stop. I reached out and put some cream soap on my hand. I greased my penis with it and Nico lowered himself again. The soap helped to reduce the friction but he was still very tight since it was only the third time my cock was inside him so his stretched muscles ached terribly. I tried to pull him to me but he resisted. He kept on moving up and down and soon he found a steady rhythm. It felt great.

I didn't know whether the boy felt any pleasure or not, his face showed full concentration and a hint of pain all the time. All I could say is that he did a fantastic ride. Somehow he worked with his internal muscles too, it was amazing. He didn't stop when I shot my load, he simply continued until I was hard again and came the second time. But even then he just sat on my groin; his legs clamped around mine, and had a distant expression on his face. It looked like he was in trance. Only when I pulled him down onto my chest and kissed him he opened his eyes again and smiled. He put his hands flat on my shoulders, tilted his head and looked at me with his puppy eyes.

"Thank you, Nico. You are an amazing little creature. Do you know that?"

Nico just kept on smiling. Eventually he blinked twice and ran his tongue over my face. I tickled him in return and we both laughed and had fun. The water had become cold but none of us cared. Eventually my flaccid cock slipped out of his hole. I turned him around so he faced my groin. He cheated a bit since he gave my penis a rinse before taking it in his mouth but I didn't object. His tiny rear bounced before my eyes and bending my head forward my tongue reached his rose. He flinched at first but soon began to moan while sucking my cock. Stroking his thighs and rimming his anus aroused him big time. It wasn't long before I had to pull his head of my cock to avoid him biting it off as he experienced one of his rare orgasms.

He slid off my body as I went out of the tube, letting him recover. I dried myself and dressed. Nico was still in the tube so I gave him a swat on his rear followed by very cold water from the tap. He literally jumped out of the tube. He immediately got into doggy position and smiled mischievously before he shook the water of like a real dog. I put him into the sink so he could look at the mirror. His hair had grown back fast. He winced as the buzzing haircutter touched his neck and his expression became sad. I told him to close his eyes. Changing the settings of the cutter several times I ran it over his head. He was reluctant opening his eyes as he expected to see a bare scalp but to his surprise his hair was only neatly trimmed. He reached up, pulled my head down and gave me a long kiss.

Chapter 23
Camping

"All right slaves, follow me. Keep your heads down and no talking."

We passed the village without meeting anyone but as we came to a farmhouse three young kids interrupted their games and stared at my slaves with open mouths. I addressed the oldest girl; I guessed her being seven or eight.

"Is your mommy here?"

She pointed to the house, not moving her eyes from my pet.

"Would you please hold my puppy 'til I come back?" I asked her, holding out the leash.

The girl looked at me in disbelief but nodded. She took the leash carefully as if it could bite.

"You can walk him around a bit, if you like, but stay in sight, o.k.?"

I could see the boy's bright red ears.

"And you boys don't move an inch!" I warned my slaves before I headed to the farmhouse.

As I stood inside the house waiting for the landlady packing the preordered goods. The room had a large window and I had a good view of my boys and the three kids. Of course curiosity was stronger than fear and so the two little ones (three and four as the landlady had told me) had approached the slaves and made a very close inspection. Even through the window I could see the embarrassment of the boys, obvious by their blushed heads. The older girl seemed to have fun leading my little pet boy around.

"Are you going to meet another group of boys or are these the boys you mentioned? I thought you want to go out for some fun?"

"No Amy. These are the only boys I have. And yes, we are going to have some fun. But they are all new slaves, except the older one, so they need some training. You know, people expect a certain degree of discipline from slaves. They don't know where we are going to or why, it's intended to be a surprise. Beside, there are slaves who would die for being allowed to walk around like that."

"I know Mike. I didn't want to criticise you."

We carried the bags out and I called my boys over. They trotted toward us with their heads down as instructed. But by the time they reached the door a large tractor pulled out of the barn, probably sold by Chris' father. The poor boy couldn't help but looking in that direction. He almost dropped to his knees as my whip bit into the back of his thighs. He got three strokes more and every time Jan winced and closed his eyes. Chris was close to tears and bit on his lips to suppress the need of crying out. No words were needed; the boy knew what he did wrong. The boys around him didn't want to know why, they were just glad not being in his place.

Seven quite heavy bags were to carry and I attached one on each boy's back bag. There were some whimpers as they felt the additional weight. It was impossible for Nico to carry a bag since it would drag over the ground so I decided to punish Chris some more and put a second bag on him. As Chris made a sigh I thought I saw a hint of disapproval in Jan's face. There was certainly something going on, I thought. I called the girl to bring Nico. The boy was panting and sweating from the crawling and jumping the girl had made him to do. She was disappointed not being able to play with him longer and stroked his back and tail. Nico squirmed as the butt plug sent its vibrations out.

None of the boys enjoyed the next hour's walk through the woods. Nico in particular was exhausted from the strong pace I had set. Eventually we reached a clearing with a small pond. Though the weather forecast had announced a warm autumn weekend it was quite fresh in the woods and the boys shivered. I unchained and lined the boys up.

"Well boys, you might wonder what is going on. I'll tell you now so listen. When I was a boy I had always enjoyed camping outside and I'm looking forward to enjoy this weekend too. I expect you to do your best to make it as comfortable as possible for me."

I waited a few seconds the information sink. Some of the boys shifted uneasy.

"And for yourself. Let's set up a camp now. All of you will have to do some chores but that's not different to any boy's camp anywhere. I'm looking forward to a man and his boys' weekend out here. You've earned that, boys."

The boys didn't know whether they were allowed to move or not. The still had their heads down but I could see their faces had lit up.

"Here are your tasks: Set up the tent, collect wood and build a camp fire. Timo will have some food when all is done. Now I want to see your little legs moving. Enjoy yourself, boys."

The boys cheered and some wanted to jump forward but Marcus spread his arms, holding them back. The cheering ceased and they looked at the prefect. When all were silent he stepped forward, dropped to his knees still and kissed my feet. He struggled to get on his feet again, still with the heavy bag on his back, and wrapped his arms around me; a big smile in his face. He stepped aside and one by one each of the boys came forward and repeated what he had done. Finally Nico lowered his face and started to lick my boots. The other boys erupted in laughter and the ice was broken.

They dropped their bags and ran around and soon there was a big muddle. Eventually Chris climbed on a stone, put two fingers in his mouth and made a loud whistle. All action stopped in confusion. He had figured out that none of his mates had any idea how to set up a camp and it would take forever so he decided to take command since he did it every year with his father. The boys realized his orders made sense and did as he told them. Soon the tent was erected and the bags stored in. A place for the fire was cleared and stones formed a circle. But before they headed into the woods I stopped them.

"Boys, just a word. You know your collars could be tracked so if you think about running away forget it."

Some of the boys looked at me with a hurt expression so I continued quickly.

"But more important: Try not to get lost in the woods but if you do just stay where you are. I think it would be the best if there are at least two of you together. Understand me?"

The boys smiled again, nodded and off they were, leaving Nico, Timo and me alone. I sat down and leaned on a tree; Nico curled around my feet and was asleep quickly. Timo had started to prepare the food but was back within minutes. He dropped to his knees and gave me a confused look.

"Master, what are we supposed to eat, Master? I can't find the slave food, Master."

I reached out, grabbed his ear and pulled him to me. It was rather painful and he grimaced, standing on his toe tips.

"Boy, didn't you listen what I said? I said this is a weekend for a man and his boys. Do you think I'm able to consume seven bags of bread, cheese, sausages and fruits alone? Go and slice the bread and cheese. Two slices for every boy, followed by an apple. That'll do since your stomachs aren't used to such food anymore."

I let his ear go and the boy dropped to the floor. He grabbed my hand and buried his face in it. I heard some sobs and felt my hand getting wet. After a while he lifted his head, his face stained with tears but with a big smile. I held my arm out and he jumped on my chest."

"Master, thank you Master," he sobbed.

The boys went almost crazy when Timo told them they would get some bread and cheese for supper. Of course none of them wanted to wait until he had washed his hands so my whip enforced some hygiene. After that they were eager cooling their palms in the cold spring that fed the pond. Nevertheless they looked at me with grateful eyes as they sat on the ground around me, munching their food. Even Sebastian, who had always hated cheese, devoured it with delight. I leaned again against the tree and had my pet lying over my lap. He wore still his mittens and wouldn't lose them the whole weekend. I used his smooth back as plate and the boy winced as the tip of my pocket knife stabbed his skin occasionally, of course without any damage. Nico had to wait until we were finished before he was fed with his dog food. From time to time he was allowed to lick some morsels from my fingers what he gladly did.

Nico wasn't aware of that but his food wasn't really dog food anymore. It was in the beginning but now he had specially designed food for boy pets. I had read about it in a pet magazine and it was advertised as much healthier for a boy pet then ordinary pet stuff. Of course it was expensive but after all I took the luxury of holding a boy pet so I decided he was worth the best. Nevertheless the food had the look and taste of real dog food.

Soon the camp fire was lit and the boys were sprawling around it. The mood was relaxed and the boys were joking and fooling around. They were just boys on a camp. The sun disappeared and the coolness of the night crept slowly into the boy's bodies. One by one each boy crawled closer to me and soon we were all cuddled up together. It was a long day and the warmth of the fire and the other's bodies as well as the romantic atmosphere let the young ones drift away quickly. Eventually Sebastian closed his eyes too. That left Jan and me awake.

Jan starred into the fire, unconsciously stroking Chris' head. The boy's head had slipped on Jan's chest. Watching him caressing the boy I noticed it was not just a friendly touch between fellow slaves. The way he ran his fingers over the boy's skin and hair gave me the feeling of love and care. I tensed; a feeling jealousy rushed through my mind, but not for long. I knew it was stupid. I owned the boys, they were my slaves. But then I looked at the boys and I realized how much love for them had grown in me.

"You like this boy, don't you?" I addressed Jan quietly.

Jan was startled by this interruption of his thoughts. He looked at Chris, then at me. He blushed. After a few seconds he nodded.

"What would you do if I order you to get him ready for joining me tonight?"

Jan went pale, I sensed him shaking.

"Master, I would ask you to take me instead, Master," he answered with a cracking voice.

"And why would you dare such insolence?"

"Master, he is so fragile, Master. Please look at him. He is so immature, far behind his age. He seems so tough but the truth is his mind is so unstable. And he is so innocent and naïve. Apart from that couple of times he pleased you he knows nothing about sex. Please let him develop some more, Master."

Jan had tears in his eyes as he pleaded for the boy. I was about to put my hand under Jan's chin as we heard Chris' sleepy voice.

"Mum, Dad, please be quiet. I'm sleeping."

We were stunned. Chris was sound asleep again. Jan looked at me and our eyes met. He was shocked and scared, fearing the worst for the boy for such a remark.

"Master, please 3;," he began but I interrupted.

"Well, since I'm definitely a man it's up to you being his Mum," I laughed.

Jan was relieved I had taken it so easy. He joined the laughter, carefully.

"But he's right, Mum. It's time for bed."

We woke up the boys and marched them to the tent. It had an inner compartment that was set up for me with a double sized sleeping bag and an outer compartment where some blankets were waiting for the boys. Still very much at sleep the boys just dropped to the ground. It was funny to see them spooning up against each other as if it as quite normal for them to do so. At the second thought I realised that indeed it was since all they had was each other. Jan throw some blankets over his young charges and started to lay down himself. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I accept your offer, boy."

"Let your feelings not interfere with your duties," I said before I closed my eyes, not sure if it was only directed to him.

We awoke early but most of the young ones were already up and out. I found my morning hard on sandwiched between Jan's thighs. He jumped as I slapped his butt quite hard. I chuckled as I saw the print of my hand clearly outlined on his cheek. He crawled out and from the giggles I heard I could tell some of the boys saw it too. When I left the tent, not caring about getting dressed, the boys went silent immediately and bowed.

"Master, good morning Master!" they shouted in chorus.

The boys almost burst of energy so I decided to let them burn some of it before breakfast. After greeting them cheerfully I changed my tone to icy cold. That caught the boys completely by surprise and they ran to obey my order to line up in front of me. I gave them a short speech how unsatisfied I was with their efforts and that they were pathetic brats instead of toiling slaves. The boys stood there with open mouths, confused, terrified and somehow hurt. I gave them a stern glance but couldn't hold it very long. The sight was too amazing, I had to laugh.

"Just joking boys, sorry. Nevertheless I want that little bodies of yours sweating. Start doing exercises and don't stop until I say so. And I won't say if I'm not satisfied with everyone's efforts. Now!"

They were used to work out on Sunday afternoons so they knew exactly what to do. I took my seat at the tree and let Nico care for my cock; watching six young males straining their muscles certainly didn't help lessening its erection. When I came I deliberately shot my load all over his face. His look was unique and I didn't want to know what the other boys thought when I lay on the grass laughing while they had to trim their bodies. I wandered around, giving an approving smile or an encouraging slap from time to time. It was really exciting seeing the muscles moving, hearing their panting and grunting. Their hot bodies were trenched in sweat and touching them was really arousing.

Julian was doing push-ups. His skin was glistering in the sun. As he moved I could see the lighter tan where his harness covers his skin. He gave me a quick look, showing signs of exhaustion. I couldn't resist putting one foot between his shoulders. He struggled two or three times but finally he ended up pinned to the ground. The boys were allowed to stop. All were lying on the ground, heavily panting and sweating.

"All right boys. I expect you doing this tomorrow morning when I'm getting up."

Two suppressed murmurs came from the boys.

"Well, some of you seem not to appreciate my leniency. Ten push-ups more for everyone."

More murmurs occurred but about the stupidity of the two protesters. They knew they would get it somehow from the others later on.

"O.k., everybody down to the spring and get rid of that sweat. The pond is off limits."

None of the boys objected as Timo jumped the queue since they were now really hungry. He heated some water on a stove for my tea and started to slice the bread. Cheese was again the main topic but his eyes grew wide as I produced a glass of honey. He took it carefully like a precious gift. He spread the honey on the slices, one for each boy, two for me, measuring the amount of honey for each slice carefully so nobody could complain. Without a table to lay out the slices it was again Nico's back that served as plate.

Unlike yesterday's supper Marcus insisted to keep up the etiquette even though we were on a holiday. He lined the boys up on display in front of me where they had to wait until I had finished my breakfast. He fetched my food and held it out for me to eat and drink. In the end fed me while I caressed his beautiful body. None of the other boys knew what they would get for breakfast. Timo hadn't told them and Nico was hidden in the tent. Chris expected to get slave chow again, Jan discretely hoped for some bread and Julian didn't care. Sebastian longed for something sweet but since the hope was always dashed he thought it would be the same today.

The boys were a bit upset because of the unexpected morning exercise but everyone knew it could be worse. All but Jan weren't still used to being completely at the mercy of their master. They had still some memories of their old life, their family and friends. They had painfully learned to obey but the last spark of self dignity wasn't extinguished yet. What made it worse for Sebastian and Timo was the fact that their master was a former adult friend. They had played with him and they had liked him very much. Sure they knew I liked them still or even loved them but it was still different. Sebastian was used to play pranks at me. Sometimes I had threatened him with punishment but generally we just laughed together. Now the boy was subject of strict corporal punishment, something he had never experienced before.

Sebastian had known my former slaves and they were allowed to talk and sometimes play with him. By that time he didn't understand what it meant to be a slave and why my boys reacted so strangely when he talked about me. He was sad when he learned that I had sold my slave boys but expected me to replace them soon. He had never imagined that the replacement could be he. In the early days of his servitude, after he had recovered, he sometimes thought that I had planned to enslave him but finally he ruled that out when the other boys told him how I learned about his enslavement and what I did for getting him back. Nevertheless there were nights when he wondered if a death in the mines wouldn't have been preferable to his current situation.

Most of the times my boy's minds were like open books for me. During my breakfast I looked at each boy, trying to read their emotions. I sensed that Sebastian had another bad night and needed to be cheered up. Chris was simply tired. He was the one that needed the longest sleep of all my boys. Julian was kind of scared being not at home with its daily routines he got used to. Timo just couldn't wait digging his teeth into a slice of honey bread but he had to. When I had finished Marcus returned to his mates and Timo was ordered to serve the cheese first. Each boy came forward and bowed as Marcus had directed before taking the food. Within seconds it disappeared in ravenous gullets. Again they were lined up in front of me, told to keep their eyes closed. They got each one slice of honey bread and had to bite into without looking. Their expressions were priceless.

"Be boys!"

The boys jumped and cheered but were careful not to drop a single crump. All boys came and thanked me. I looked in beaming faces. Nico whimpered and gave me a pleading look but I simply glared back. He got the hint curled into a ball beside me, knowing better than continuing his plead. I spotted a bit of honey on Julian's cheek and got an idea. I told Timo to fetch a spoon with honey and beckoned Julian to lie beside me. Telling him not to move I spread some of the honey in a line from his face, over his chest down to his little penis, still secured upright to his harness. The boys looked at me in curiosity. I released his cock and coated it completely with the sweet stuff. Pulling Nico by is ear I directed his head to Julian's face and simply ordered him to clean the mess up. Laughter erupted as the boys saw the efforts my pet made once he had found out what the stuff on his friends body was.

Nico's tongue tickled and Julian giggled and laughed too. As soon as Nico had done the boy's chest I attacked one nipple with my own mouth, Marcus took the liberty to join in with the other. Quickly Nico sucked and licked on Julian's cock and balls with passion. He knew that he was pleasing his friend and so didn't stop when no honey was left. Julian started to moan and squirm. I counted from three to one and both Marcus and I dug our teeth into the defenceless boy's chest. The sudden pain was enough for Julian to come. His muscles cramped and he lifted his waist from the ground as a mighty orgasm waved through his body. While the other boys applauded Julian recovered slowly. He was by now used to the regime of pain and joy so he knew there would be a price for him to pay for what he was allowed to enjoy before. He knew he was right when he opened his eyes and saw my mean smile.

The boys headed for the spring for some water to drink, Julian to get rid of the taste of my urine he had to drink a few minutes ago. He hated that big time but even more he hated the fact that it was only he who had to do that. Once he had tried to complain – well, he had learned his lesson. After all it wasn't that bad when he pinched his nose shut and took the cock deep into his throat.

After that the boys were free to do what they wanted. I needed some time alone and went for a walk. I had no concerns about the boys – neither did I believe one of them would try to run away nor were there many dangers around. They had order not to go near the pond and by now they knew what the price for disobedience would be. The boys were capable to entertain themselves for a while. They had a ball and a rope and they were free to go into the woods.

It was a very refreshing hike. I had time to think. There were some business maters but most of my thoughts were about the boys. I had decisions to make and I had to make them soon. There was an offer from a company I worked with as a freelancer. They wanted to test some of their new products. And there was the information material I had requested for Julian. Both would result in something I hadn't done before – the permanent alternating of a boy's body. I had to think about Jan too. He wouldn't be of great use anymore soon since the younger ones were learning fast. This weekend would help me, I hoped.

By the time I returned to the camp the boys were sitting around the fireplace. They had found some feathers and obviously a length of string and some cloth. All boys but Nico wore a sort of loin cloth, hanging down over their groin, held by a string around their waist. The feathers were tied into their hair and they had coloured their faces with ash and dirt. They were a perfect bunch of little Indians. I didn't know what kind of game they were playing but they didn't realize in time I stood behind them. As they did they jumped up, frantically pulling on the strings to get rid of them.

"Stop that! Attention!" I barked.

The boys moved into position, pale as a sheet of paper, as far as I could see between the stripes of grey and brown. I went from boy to boy, inspecting them from head to toe. My expression did nothing to easy their fear. I went behind them, letting my hand run over five pairs of little and one not so little buttocks, all of them trembling. Finally I towered in front of Marcus.

"Explain!"

"Master, we didn't 3; I 3;, just playing, Master," he stuttered.

"Who had the idea?"

"Master, I'm sorry, Master. Please blame me, Master," Jan jumped in.

"Master, it was me who found the cloth, Master," Sebastian piped up.

Timo and Chris tried to take their share of the blame, only Julian didn't say anything as could be expected. The boys continued their attempts to spare the others the expected punishment and didn't realize they just dug them all deeper into the shit. I hushed them and went to their back. I took my Swiss pocket knife and cut the strings. The cloths fell to their feet.

"Wash your faces!" I ordered.

As they were gone I sat down on a big stone. Nico crawled from where he was hiding, snuggled against my legs and purred. Obviously he tried to distract me. I couldn't help but laughing. I had a great bunch of boy slaves. They were best friends and always took care for each other. I took the cloths from the ground. They were roughly torn into shape. My pocket knife had built in scissors and with that I cut the fringes off. The boys came back and lined up for inspection without being told. Timo and Chris were close to tears.

"You know that covering your parts deserves punishment."

"Master, yes Master," they answered sheepishly.

"At home you would soon scream your lungs out."

The boys' knees trembled clearly.

"But I know you weren't hiding from me. In fact I like how you used your fantasy to make a game more real. Nevertheless you covered your parts without permission and there will be punishment. I had planned allowing you a piece of fruit for lunch but you won't get it. You will stay hungry until I decide otherwise."

The boys hung their heads, not daring to make any sounds. Being hungry wasn't anything new to the boys so they feared worse since most if not all of my punishments included pain.

"Each one of you will go and find a suitable stick, about 1½ meter [5 feet] long and ½ cm [¼ inch] thick. It must be solid but flexible. Take a sharp stone and clean it from all twigs and lumps. It's in your own interest to do that thoroughly. We need them tonight. You understand?"

"Master, yes Master," came the fearful reply.

The boys, used to being at the receiving end of a punishment cane, shook in anticipation. They knew their day was ruined by the prospect of being trashed in the evening. Slowly they went off.

While they were gone I continued to cut the loin cloths into shape. Then I fetched some lengths of string from the bags and attached it. Nico looked at me in curiosity. Then I grinded some of the grass with a stone and mixed it with water in a small pit. A second pit was filled with ash and water. I put half of the dirty grey cloths in one pit and the second half in the other. By the time I was ready the boys came back and presented me their sticks. I took each and swished them through the air. The boys winced each time. The sticks were good and the boys stored them in the tent. Again they stood at attention.

"Boys, lets forget that unpleasant situation for a while. Look, there are two groups of little Indians out there in the wood. One are the greens, the others are the blacks. Their goal is to capture one boy of the other group and bring him back to the chieftain. The captive will spend some time at the stake together with his mates and the winning team rewarded."

The boys gave me a confused look.

"Jan, Julian and Chris are the greens; Sebastian, Marcus and Timo the blacks."

I pulled the cloths out of the pits and handed them to the boys.

"Put them on, little warriors."

The boys were still confused but did as been told. The cloths were roughly died in the colours of their group.

"I have to admit you look quite sexy. Now boys, have fun."

They were, after all, just boys and quickly they were into the game. Of course it was Julian who ended up tied on a tree that served as stake. Jan and Chris' feet were bound to the tree as well and the winners tickled their soles with feathers merciless. Their shrieks and cries for mercy were ear deafening. Julian was tickled at his sides and arm pits. He trashed his head around but suffered quietly. The boys stopped the torture as tears appeared in the loser's eyes. Marcus and his team were rewarded with a spoon of honey they had to lick out of the other boy's navel. Of course that caused another round of ticklish laughter.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with a soccer game with Nico as goalkeeper. He did a great job, only moving on all fours. Once he cried as a ball hit him accidentally in the face but the tough little pet he was recovered quickly. After a short rest I sent Marcus away to walk Nico around. When he was out of sight I called the other boys for a meeting.

"Boys, you are slaves and you know that slaves aren't supposed to care about birthdays. Slaves just exist. But you are boys too. All of you had once a family were you celebrated your birthdays with a big party with family and friends. Please understand that we can't do that any longer. But there is a birthday each boy should be able to celebrate. It's the tenth. I'm sorry Jan, but we can't turn the time back. Did you know it's Marcus' birthday today? No? It's no wonder he didn't talk about. Since he was four he hadn't a party at his birthday. It was a day before his fifth birthday when his parents died. He never celebrated this or one of the following birthdays. For his foster family it was just a day as any other."

The boys looked at me in disbelief but indeed couldn't remember a birthday party for their friend.

"Of course he knows that he has turned ten today. But he would never ask for a party or even presents. Well, presents are out of questions for a slave but what we can do is throw a little party for him."

The boys agreed enthusiastically. I told them that they should try to act normally when Marcus was back. They would know when the party was starting.

Wood was collected quickly and all boys gathered round the fireplace. One could sense there was something going on but Marcus had still no clue. I sat on my lap, looking into the growing fire, lost in thoughts.

"Marcus, you were a bad boy today. Bad boys need a spanking!"

Before he could react he found himself lying prone in ideal spanking position. He didn't know – of course – why he should deserve a spanking.

"Boys, count out loud!"

Smack – my hand landed on his smooth bubble butt. A surprised shriek was followed by "one" in chorus.

Smack – "two" – smack – "three" – smack – "four" – smack – "five" – smack – "six" – smack – "seven" – smack – "eight" – smack – "nine" – smack – "ten"

Then, after a short break:

Smack – "And one to grow up!"

I lifted the shocked boy up and gave him a big hug.

"Happy birthday, Marcus!" the boys shouted.

"Happy birthday, my love," I whispered into his ear.

The tears that had welled up in his eyes previously now ran over his cheeks. I tried to kiss them away but Marcus threw his arms around my neck and dug his face into my shoulder. He hugged me for dear life. I stroked his back and several little hands did the same. They were all silent, puzzled by Marcus' tears. They wanted to see him laughing, not crying.

"It's o.k. Marcus, let it out. Cry your pain out. Take your time."

My shirt was soaked with his tears but I didn't care. Eventually his weeping ceased. Slowly he lifted his head. He looked at me with red eyes.

"Happy birthday, little one,"

"Master, thank you Master." he croaked.

I turned him around.

"Look, all your friends are here for your birthday party."

"I don't have birthday parties."

"Today you have one. And I want you to enjoy it."

"But 3;"

He had no chance to moan further. Jan simply grabbed him and together with Sebastian they threw him up. He screamed in surprise. They caught him and let him fly again. They continued until he laughed in joy. The other boys gave him cheers and soon they all shouted and ran around.

However, the jolly mood dropped abruptly.

"Boys, time to fetch your sticks," I announced.

They froze and stared at me in disbelief but my expression told them I wasn't joking. Slowly they shuffled to the tent and got their sticks. They lined up. Marcus was the first.

"How many do you think do you deserve?"

"Master, I don't know, Master," he sniffed.

"Well, I think we'll start with three. You can have more later on, if you want."

The boy looked at me as if I were crazy. He handed me his cane, turned around and bent over. I smiled, turned around too, reached inside a bag and took out three small sausages. They were skewered up with the stick the boy had made. The other boys' eyes grew wide in surprise. Then some giggles started and eventually they erupted in laughter. Marcus was still in trashing position and wondered what was going on but didn't dare to get up without permission.

One by one the boys put sausages on their sticks and had fun with Marcus who had still no clue of my prank. Eventually Jan put his arm around Marcus' shoulders and lifted him up. When I realized what I had done he looked at me with a hurt expression.

"Playing pranks is not a prerogative of young boys," I chuckled.

Well, the evening was great. We sat around the fire and grilled sausages and marshmallows. I had some fruit juice for the boys and beer for me. Julian sang songs and all joined in. It caught me by surprise a bit when I learned that Sebastian was a good guitar player and Timo could play a flute. I had never asked and none of them had mentioned that before. We had a good time but even good things had to come to an end. The boys were tired but happy. We let the fire burn down and headed to the tent. I carried Marcus up and tucked him gently into my sleeping bag. When the boys were all ready for the night I crawled beside Marcus.

"I'm sorry, my little love, I can't make you a good present," I whispered.

"Master, I know you love me, that's all I need, Master."

He smiled as he went to dreamland, his head rested on my arm. With his angelic face in sight I didn't find sleep easily. My mind was restless. I had learned much about the boys but I had to admit the decisions I had to make didn't become easier.

Chapter 24
The Castle

"Boy, are you asking me to give you the strap?"

"Master, no Master!" was the boy's high pitched and surprised response.

"Then stand still, boy! Slaves don't show any emotions when someone plays with them. Stand still, look down and don't grimace!"

"Master, yes Master." the young slave answered sheepishly, not knowing how to manage that.

I continued massaging his scrotum and perineum. I could feel the tension in his body and his efforts of trying to keep still. Of course, for a ten year old boy this was almost an impossible task but he fought. As I started to stroke the lower side of his penis the tension built up rapidly towards the edge so I stopped. Slowly his panting faded. I told him to stand at attention in front of me.

"Marcus, what I tell you now is nothing new to you but you should always remember that. You are a slave boy. You belong to me; you are a piece of property, not a human being anymore. To the world outside the boy Marcus doesn't exist anymore. You have no rights, only duties to perform. What I'm trying to say is that if we are outside you have to act like a slave. Don't speak without permission, when someone asks you something look at me and I'll decide. Otherwise keep your head down; always look at your feet. Never let your eyes wander around and don't dare to look at a free person or I'd have to punish you in front of this person, regardless whether I want it or not. The only exception may be a game you are ordered to play with other kids. Address every free person with 'Sir', 'Ma'am' or 'Miss', even younger kids. You will always walk behind me unless you are required to open a door for me. Do you understand?"

"Master, yes Master," he answered meekly.

"O.k., I know I have told you many times. The reason for repeating is that we are going out today. I was out with Julian but that was different. He was in bondage and on a leash. From my prefect boy I expect perfect behaviour without any restraints. Maybe you will be teased and called names from free kids or adults. You will feel embarrassment and humiliation and I'm sorry but some of that will maybe be caused by me too. Nevertheless you are not to show any reactions. Just keep on doing what you are doing or keep still."

"Master, yes Master."

"Marcus, for the world outside you are just another piece of furniture. It'll help if you remember that to me you will be always my special little boy whom I love."

"Master, yes Master." Marcus managed a week smile. "Thank you, Master."

"Well boy, there's another thing I think you won't like. Put yourself face up over my lap and spread your legs."

He gave me a quizzical look but did as been told.

"Boy, I hope you remember my speech about touching your private parts. But you're in an age when your penis gets hard even without you knowing why. If you get hard in public it'd be embarrassing not only for you but for me as your owner too. Therefore I think you'll agree we have to take actions preventing you from getting hard. The chain that I have attached to your penis already will help you. Now as I connect the other end to the ring between your legs, there is now way your penis can rise again without permission."

Marcus whimpered as I pulled his cock down.

"Stop that! It doesn't hurt. Do you want everyone to know you have no control over your body? Now go and put on your tunic."

Marcus bowed his way out. He had no idea what it really meant to be a little slave boy. The people he had met so far were all kind to him because they knew him. But in public he would be pushed around, beaten and humiliated. Especially other kids would be cruel to him, even former friends. If he was with me I would protect him from the worst but as my prefect boy he would have to do tasks for me alone soon.

He returned and had wisely chosen the new tunic with two holes keeping his nipple rings exposed. I made him standing in front of me. He turned slowly while I watched him. My trousers started to become tight as I looked at my little love. Marcus stopped turning around and sunk to his knees. Not looking up he brought his face to my crotch and opened the flies with his teeth. As he pulled at my pants my rigid cock popped out, hitting his right eye. Marcus flinched but wrapped his mouth around the pole without hesitating. I could see the tears welling up in his irritated eye but as I told him earlier he fought not to show any discomfort. I was proud of him. I reached down, took him by his armpits and lifted him up so I could kiss the tears away. When he was back on his knees he swallowed my cock again, now with a smiling face.

The boy was a perfect cocksucker. Within minutes he brought me over the edge and with a scream I pumped my cream into his throat. Marcus swallowed all of it and after licking my penis clean he put it back into my trousers and pulled the flies shut. He shuffled a few steps back and got into resting position, his hands folded behind his head, legs slightly spread and eyes down to the floor. When I had composed myself again I couldn't suppress a delighted sigh. I couldn't tell how much I loved this boy.

"Right, let's go, boy!"

Marcus jumped up and went to the table where the heavy back bag was waiting for him. Though he was my love he was still a slave with duties to perform. I liked to see him working, his muscles straining and struggling. The bag was heavy because of a bottom plate of lead that could be removed if other heavy things had to be carried. This time there was only my portable computer and some papers in it so the lead was in to give the boy something to do. In the side pockets of the bag were some tools of discipline like a strap, cuffs and a leash but I was confident not to need them. Nevertheless I made sure Marcus knew they were there.

It was a nice day in early autumn, still quite warm so I decided to walk the mile into the village. With my long legs I set a strong pace and Marcus had to jog along to follow. As we passed the house of Sebastian's parents little Luke spotted us and ran to the gate to greet us. Thomas came out and we chatted a while. Luke saw that Marcus penis was pulled down by a small chain. Curious like all boys of his age he had to explore that immediately. Marcus stood still with his head bowed as Luke bent forward to get a close look.

"Daddy, Marcus has a chain pulling his weewee down!" he shouted to his father.

Marcus blushed heavily as Thomas stopped his talking and looked at him. Luke, oblivious to Marcus discomfort, reached out for the chain and pulled sharply. Marcus bit on his lip to suppress a cry. Knowing that interfering with the kid's actions would cause him a severe punishment he grabbed the straps of the back bag to hold on them. Marcus managed to keep still after a second pull but felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Luke asked Marcus innocently while pulling a third time.

Marcus remembered his instructions and gave me a pained look. I nodded my assent. "Sir, yes it does if you pull, Sir." Marcus whispered.

Luke was taken aback by that response. Again an older boy had addressed him as 'sir', something he was required to do with adults. And he had caused an older boy some pain without being hit himself. His curiosity increased. He bent forward and brought his head between Marcus' legs who had spread them dutifully to allow the younger boy a closer look. He tried his best not to show any embarrassment but his red face told everything. Luke pulled again, bringing out some tears of the slave's eyes. He expected Marcus to punish him but nothing happened, even when he twisted the ring between the slave's legs.

"Luke, leave the boy alone, come to me!" Thomas called him.

Very reluctantly the little boy started to move to his father but didn't leave Marcus without another sharp pull. Marcus almost dropped to his knees in pain. He was angry with the boy but knew better than to allow this feeling go further. He reminded himself that he was just a slave and Luke was a free boy with a right to do that to him. Nevertheless he wished that his master had given him something to cover his parts. He also guessed that there were worse things in store for him so he composed himself and returned to his resting position.

I bade Thomas and his son goodbye and without taking notice of my slave boy I turned around and headed further to the village. Marcus, still in pain, struggled to follow me. We met several kids on our way and most of them teased my slave in cruel ways only kids can do to each other. I saw a friend of mine sitting in a coffee shop so I went in. There was a sign at the door indicating no animals were allowed inside and a dog was already bound to the handrail of the stairs. I pointed to the sign and Marcus just nodded slightly and positioned himself beside the dog, facing the wall with his head bowed, focusing the floor. I ordered him to turn around and not to move until I came back.

Marcus had again to fight some tears. A short walk with his master had taught him more about being a slave than the months before. Not long ago he was a regular customer in the coffee shop, buying sweets from his meagre pocket money. Now a simple sign blocked him out of the shop. It didn't even say 'no slaves allowed' but a simple gesture of his master had told him what he was now: just an animal like the dog beside him. The dog's leash was quite long and so the dog could get up and sniff at the boy. Marcus, scared of dogs since he was very little, almost panicked but realized that his master had ordered him not to move. The dog stuck his nose into the boy's butt crack. Tears of fear ran down Marcus' face but the fear of disobeying an order from his master was stronger so he kept still. He realized that he was wrong in his earlier assessment to be like the dog. The pet showed him that it was at least free to move around as long as the leash allowed; a liberty Marcus knew he should never dare to take. He shed more tears as the thought of the dog as one of his betters entered the boy's mind.

I had a good view of the boy through the window so I saw him crying. I felt sorry for him but knew he had to go through this. There was no other way to learn but the hard one. The dog had lost his interest but the boy's relieve was only short. Unlike the near town the village had not many slave boys in the streets so standing so exposed in front of one of the most popular places in the village the boy drew attention. Some adults and most kids just insulted him by calling him names or telling him that he was not more than a piece of shit. Marcus just stood their and suffered quietly. Even as some boys threw acorns and chestnuts at him he didn't move, just let some tears run down his cheeks.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain as someone had slapped in his face. His chin was lifted and he saw a boy of 15 years who was known as a bully. Marcus knew that it was about to become worse and hoped his master would come out to rescue him. He tried to keep his eyes down but the boy immediately shouted to his companions.

"Look at that filthy son of a whore. He looked at a free man! Hadn't your master taught manners?"

Marcus got another slap in his face and bowed his head again. The boy continued to scold and smack him. Marcus fought not to cry out. I decided to intervene. I paid the bill and went out. The boy zipped his jeans as I stepped through the door and a pool of urine had formed around Marcus' feet. I looked at Marcus and then at the boy who just laughed.

"Hey mister, if this is your slave you should better put some diapers on him so he can't piss himself!"

I said nothing, just passed him and Marcus.

"Come!"

Marcus followed me with a tearstained face and wet legs. When we reached the burial ground I pointed to the well and told Marcus to clean his legs and feet. I waited until he was finished.

"Tell me!"

"Master, I'm sorry Master," he cried.

"You pissed yourself?"

Marcus thoughts raced. He knew he was not allowed to lie but also he had been told not to tell about free people. After a few seconds he shook his head slightly.

"Tell me!"

Marcus gulped.

"Master, he took his penis out and told me to suck, Master. I said that I was not allowed to move and he should ask my master for permission for me to do so. He just laughed and started to piss at me, Master."

Marcus burst into tears again. I reached out and pulled him close to me.

"Master, they hit me, hurt me and called me names, Master. Why were they doing that, I haven't done anything to them, Master?"

"Boy, they did that because they could. It's quite simple. You are a slave and they free boys. I'm sorry but this will happen to you from time to time. You'll have to accept it."

I had wrapped my arms around him and stroked his head.

"Master, you are not mad with me, Master?"

"No boy. Why should I? I told you not to move and you didn't, did you? You will learn to take such things without crying. If you don't react, they'll loose interest and go away."

"Master, I'll try, Master."

"Well Marcus, I think you have figured out already that nobody would help you if you decided to run away."

I looked into his eyes and sensed that this must have hurt him.

"But I don't think my little love would ever think about anything like that." I quickly added.

Marcus sniffled but managed to smile.

"Master, I said I'm forever yours and I meant it, Master."

"I know."

I said ruffling his hair. We went further through the village and Marcus realized we headed to the castle. It was not a real castle, more an old mansion, but it overlooked the village and was once owned by very powerful people. Now again a very powerful man lived there, shielded by the high walls around the estate. Before we entered the driveway I stopped and took a pair of very skimpy shorts out of his back bag before turning the boy around.

"Listen, boy. This is going to be a hard test for you. You'll have to show you can behave like a good slave boy should. If there is the slightest mistake from you I might lose this contract. Believe me you don't want to find out what happens then. I love you Marcus but this meeting is very important for me."

Marcus gulped hard. I ruffled his hair and smiled at him.

"But I know you will do fine. Just do what you have learned. Keep always next to me and make no sound, whatever happens to you or around you. Keeps your eyes down and you head bowed. Understood?"

The boy nodded meekly. I took a pair of white panties out from his bag and held it out for him to step in. He looked at me a bit puzzled as they seemed to fit barely for a six year old. When he stood in with two legs I pulled it up quickly. The panties were made of a very elastic fabric that clang tightly to his skin. It didn't really hide anything; his cock, balls and chain were clearly outlined, but it gave him a little bit of dignity. He reached to touch the pants but hesitated. I told him that it was all right and he should adjust the fabric for being comfortable to him.

"Marcus, from the moment we walk through this gate you won't get any kindness from me or anyone else. Whatever happens in there, just remember I'll always love my little one."

"Master, thank you Master. I love you too, Master."

Marcus got into position behind me, his head bowed and his hands behind his back. We were greeted by a white haired butler who led us into a large but dark room. All walls were covered with bookshelves and comfortable chairs were set in front of a fireplace that was almost the only source of light since heavy curtains covered the windows. On our way in I hadn't seen any slaves though I knew they were there, not only by the doors that swung silently open without any touch. My slave boy was two steps behind me and followed without any noise.

The butler asked me to wait a few moments and left. I knew we were watched and so I decided to have a look at the bookshelves. As I wandered along looking at old and rare books I came to a place where my way was blocked by a chair but I didn't stop. Just before I bumped into the chair Marcus had passed me and pulled the chair back, placing it on exactly the same spot as before. We repeated this three times more and no sound was audible other than the clacking of my shoes on the wooden floor. Finally I took a seat in one of the chairs and waited.

The butler appeared again and asked me to follow him into another room. In the middle of the dark room I could see two divans, surrounded by a kind of satin curtain. Some lanterns bathed the arrangement in subdued light. My host sat on one of the divans and waited for me. He was clad in a traditional Arab dress. It seemed as if he had put up a kind of a Bedouin tent to meet his business partners. He rose as I approached him.

"As-Salamu `Alayka, Misha"

"Wa alayka salam, Ahmed."

"Thank you for coming, Misha." My host said, indicating me to take a seat.

"Thank you for inviting me, Ahmed. I didn't know you had brought your old world with you."

"Just a little reminder of days long ago, my friend. I hope you like it."

When we sat comfortably on the divans he clapped his hands twice. Oriental music filled the room and suddenly a boy of about twelve or thirteen, clad in transparent satin pants, jumped between the divans into the room. The boy had thick black hair, his skin was almost golden and his face showed the characteristic Arabic features. He was tall and slender, well toned muscles played through his skin as he started slowly dancing to the music. It was a very erotic dance and the boy surely got our attention. I didn't see Marcus but didn't worry about him.

Marcus had found himself grabbed and taken to a totally dark room. He couldn't see anything and was scared but he remembered his orders to keep still whatever happens. Countless hands removed his tunic and panties, applied oil and herbs all over his body, combed his hair, put some very light fabric on and worked a good amount of ointment into the palms of his hands. Five minutes later he found himself being pushed into a room where his master and a strange looking man laid on large cushions, watching an almost naked boy dancing in front of them.

When the dancer had finished he disappeared behind the curtain and returned with a large silver teapot in his hands. It had no handle so he had do balance it on his palms. He approached my host he poured steaming tea into a glass standing on a small table beside the divan. Then he made some steps back and turned to his left side. Marcus felt a hand between his shoulders pushing him forward. He got the hint, passed my divan and met the other boy in the middle of the room. Marcus looked up just half a second but could see the pain in the other boy's eyes. He realized that the teapot must be very hot but didn't hesitate to hold out his hands for it.

It was very hot and Marcus fought hard not to cry out or worse. The other boy gave him a quick smile, full of encouragement but also relief. Marcus held his head down as he moved over to me and filled my glass with hot tea. He had no idea what to do next but knew he couldn't hold the hot pot much longer so he decided to move back to where he was pushed out. His hands burned like fire and tears welled up in his eyes. As soon as he reached the curtain the pot was taken from him and someone put another amount of ointment to his hands, soothing the pain quickly. Still he couldn't see anyone in the dark, just hints of movements in the dim light.

I was surprised to see my boy clad and shining like the other boy but was kind of proud of him because of the way he served the tea bravely. Both boys returned half a minute later and each one carried a tray with some oriental fruits and other snacks. Keeping an eye on his fellow servant and copying his movements Marcus knelt in front of me and held the tray up, his head down between his stretched arms. Ahmed and I tasted the tea and some of the snacks while we did some small talk. I wondered how long Marcus could hold the tray in this uncomfortable way. After about ten minutes I sensed some trembling in his body. I don't know if the other boy had similar problems but Ahmed didn't look very pleased and waved his boy away. I did the same with Marcus.

A couple of minutes later the boys returned carrying a low table with a water pipe on it. They placed between the divans and each boy took one of the mouthpieces and handed it to his master. Both boys retreated into the dark. Music started again and the dancer made his way back into the light with energetic and highly erotic movements. The music changed, a second instrument joined in and much to my surprise Marcus danced into the room in the same way as the other boy did. The first steps were a bit awkwardly but soon there was no difference in the boy's movements. The music increased its pace and the boys jumped and whirled around. Finally, with the last beats of the music, the boys dropped to their knees and slit towards the divans of their masters, only that Marcus ended up in front of Ahmed and his companion in front of me. Both boys panted heavily but held their heads respectfully bowed.

I was astonished but also highly aroused. I had never seen such an erotic boy's dance and of course never dreamed of Marcus doing so. Ahmed just smiled. He reached down and lifted Marcus chin. The boy kept his eyes down. My host stroked his cheeks gently. I took the opportunity to get a better look of the boy in front of me. He was an exotic beauty. There was no wonder why Ahmed held this boy. My cock stirred against my pants. Without hesitation the boy lowered his face to my groin and started to unzip the flies. I looked over to my host and saw Marcus head disappearing under the large white dress the man held up. I lifted my hips so the boy could pull my pants down. As if nothing happened Ahmed resumed the small talk.

The boy worked slowly but expertly on my swollen member. He pleasured me with all his skills but managed to keep me from coming for almost forty minutes. By the way Ahmed's voice changed I could tell Marcus did a good job too. As if the boys were a well trained team they brought us over the edge at the same time. To my surprise the boy drew his head back and my seed plastered his face. Marcus emerged from beneath Ahmed's dress; his face was covered with white cum too. Obviously my host liked it that way and had pushed Marcus from his erupting cock. My boy cleaned my cock and pulled my pants up. He kept kneeling in front of me, his head bowed, but didn't try to wipe the seed of. Ahmed sighed.

"Misha, my friend, where did you find this fine specimen of slave boy?"

"It's a villager, Ahmed. I bought him with his friends after a very stupid stunt."

"I see. Very talented. Looks like a natural."

"No, my friend, he's not. He's one of the most intelligent boys I've ever seen. He has accepted his place and everything he does is the result of calculation, will power and fear of consequences. But, of course, you're right. He's talented. Unfortunately some skills have been forced into him before he became my slave."

"What a pity. But nevertheless he's well trained. I think he would fit into my house."

"Sure he would, Ahmed. But don't you already have a very fine slave with this boy here?"

The boy's cock was unrestrained and I had started to caress his parts almost unconsciously. My host laughed.

"I think you're right, my friend. I have a fine boy, but he's not a slave. Hassan is my nephew."

I pulled my hand back, shocked by his words.

"Ahmed, I'm sorry, but 3;"

"No need to be, my friend. Let me explain. All boys in my family were trained to serve until the age of fourteen. I was and so was Hassan's father. Usually the boys served their fathers but sometimes a boy was transferred to the head of the clan if he didn't have a boy of his own or if one family had two sons of similar age. The purpose of the training is to teach the boys discipline, respect and obedience. Our family ruled parts of our country for centuries. We believe that the boys become better leaders if the knew what it meant to serve. I still believe that. Unfortunately I have no son of my own and so my brother sent his son to me since I am head of the clan. Hassan lives with me for eight years now. As servant he lives the life of a slave. But at the same time I'm responsible for his education. He will play an important role in our country one time and I'll make sure he is ready. So he visits one of the best schools that happened to be in the town. That's part of the reason why I have bought this estate."

I cleared my throat but he continued.

"Nevertheless his duty as servant is to entertain me and my guests. My friend, the reason why I had asked you to visit me today is not only you are skilled in financial things. Part of Hassan's training is about sex. So far he has learned the art of fellatio as you have experienced. But it's tradition for the servants to lose their virginity at their thirteenth birthday. The deflowering has to be performed by a guest of the house who has the skills to make this unforgettable for the boy, in a positive way, of course. You have these skills so I want to ask you to do the honours today."

Chapter 25
Hassan

"You know what we're supposed to do here, boy?"

The young Arab nodded.

"Do you think you can do what your uncle wants?"

Hassan nodded again but I could sense he wasn't convinced. I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His breathing increased. Slowly I caressed his naked back, trying to calm him a bit. While rubbing him with one hand I carefully pulled the string that held is thin pants. The fabric fell to the floor. I kissed his hair, inhaling the scents of the boy. I managed to open my trousers and shirt. Again there were little hands from nowhere taking my clothes off and away so I didn't have to let the boy go. I had my face buried in his hair but I noticed that at least one little hand was as black as the night.

The boy tensed as I lifted him up and carried him to the pool. I held him closely as I took the steps inside, kissing his neck and shoulders. The boy remained passively. Warm water washed around our legs as we reached the bottom of the tube. I lowered him down without stopping my administrations to his body. As we both sat I carefully rinsed his face. For the first time he allowed his eyes to meet my gaze. As the rest of his body his deep brown eyes were just amazing.

"You are a very beautiful boy, Hassan."

A hint of a smile ran over the boy's face before it returned to its expressionless state.

"Now since you let me see your eyes would you let me hear your voice too?"

Hassan looked at me again, but with wide eyes, almost scared. I thought I knew the problem. If he were a slave it would be outrageous to speak to a stranger. Anger began to rise in me. How could Ahmed deprive his own blood of his boyhood? It wasn't right to treat a free boy like this.

"Hassan, I want you to talk with me. Whatever you are used to be outside this room, here and now you are a boy free to do what you want."

He stared at me for a long time. Then he lowered his head and whispered.

"Sir, that's not true, Sir. I might not be a real slave but I still have to do what Uncle and you want, Sir."

There was a certain amount of resignation in his voice. I changed tactics.

"Well, then I want you to tell me your story. Who is the boy I hold in my arms? And don't look for the easy way. Tell me everything." The boy kept silent. I didn't push him. Eventually he answered quietly.

"Sir, I'm sorry Sir. I can't tell you. Please punish me, Sir."

It was my turn to let him wait. There was something disturbing me in the way he spoke.

"Why should I punish you?"

"Sir, because I have to do what you say, Sir."

"That's what you said, not I. As I said, you aren't a slave and so free to decide. Now, shall we do as your uncle requested?"

Again he waited long before he nodded but again with a worried face. I wondered what was really going on there but was determined to find out. Not caring about the water I left behind I lifted the boy up and carried him to the bed. For a few seconds I admired the boy's beautiful body before I bathed him with kisses. My hand ran over his smooth skin. He lay there almost apathetic and let me roam around every part of his body.

I kneaded his soft soles and soft they were indeed. After just a few months of running bare Marcus' soles had developed some horny skin. Either this kid had a very effective ointment to treat his feet or he wasn't running without shoes very often. After I had felt the palms of his hands I doubted that Hassan was a servant of any kind but a good actor. I really wondered now where this might lead to.

Slowly I stroked and pinched the boy's tender nipples while my tongue ran round his lovely belly button. Whatever the boy had in his mind there was something he couldn't control. I kissed my way down to his boyish parts. Not a single hair could be seen on his groin. Without warning I slurped his little balls into my mouth. His semi hard penis grew to its full glory, a nice 12 cm [5 inch] pole pointed up to his chest.

My tongue ran over his shaft up to his circumcised glans, licking and teasing it all the time. The boy's breathing increased and though he tried to keep calm he started to moan. Using all my skill my hands and mouth soon brought him to the edge. But just as he was about to come I stopped. Caressing his skin in other places I held his hands away from his groin. I waited until he came down a bit before starting all over.

Hassan really tried to keep his composure but he had no chance, after all he was a young teen. I kept him close for about 20 minutes. All the time I offered him relief when he told me what was going on but all he said was that he couldn't. His penis was wet from my salvia and his pre-cum. His face was trenched in sweat and tears. I knew I was cruel to the boy but I wanted to find out everything.

Suddenly I lifted his legs and pushed the knees up to his shoulders. My cock was hard and I lined it up against his pink little rose. I didn't really intend to break in but this was the moment of truth. His whole body shivered. As I expected the boy broke down. He started sobbing and begged me to stop. I didn't move but told him to speak.

"Sir, you're right, I'm not a slave. Please, Sir!"

"So why this charade?"

"Sir, I'm sorry. Ahmed said it was necessary. Please Sir, Ahmed will tell you everything."

The boy was crying now. I let his legs go but there was one task to finish. Despite his fear he was still hard. It took me only seconds to send him over the edge. I swallowed every bit of his boyish cream while he screamed his lungs out. When I looked up again I was surrounded by about ten boys, all nude and as black as could be, even their eyeballs were not white but dark grey. They didn't look very friendly.

Then it hit me. My father had told me often about his time at the sultan's palace. It was there he met Ahmed who became a close friend to our family. Once my father told me about the sultan's servants. They came all from a small African tribe, black as the night and almost invisible in the dark. They were bred for centuries only for the sultan's service. The presence of at least ten of these slaves in this room could have only one meaning.

The boys had pushed me aside as they cared for their master. Hassan slowly recovered from his mighty orgasm. I had put my pants back on and waited for the boy regain his composure. He was helped sitting up by two of the boys while others wiped his body dry. All the time one of them looked at me. If gazes could kill I would be dead on the ground. Hassan looked at me clearly puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I thought you would enjoy." I apologized.

"Highness." I added after a short pause and bowed slightly.

"May I please be excused?" I asked and was about to leave.

"Wait, please."

Hassan was still panting.

"I had never experienced anything like that before. Thank you," he said slowly while his head turned slightly red.

"You're welcome, Highness."

"How do you know?"

"Your servants, Highness. My father told me about them and since only the royal family has slaves of this tribe you must be Prince Hassan."

The boy nodded while he was dressed. He said something in his own language to his servants. Their expression changed immediately. Bowing deeply two of them brought me my shirt and shoes.

"Your father was always welcome to my family. I can't remember him myself but Ahmed always held him in awe. Even these boys here know his name. "

It was true. My father lived for years at the royal court after I took over his business. I never knew what exactly he did there. I always guessed it was something financial. Maybe I should ask Ahmed. The boys finished dressing their young master, he was clad in long black trousers and a blue shirt, and we slowly walked back to the hall. Suddenly Hassan stopped and turned his face to me. "You wouldn't really have entered me if I had refused to tell, would you?"

"Of course not, Highness. I'm sorry if I went too far."

"No Sir, you didn't. And I knew you wouldn't," he smiled at me.

Even before we entered the hall I heard the sounds of a crying boy. Marcus knelt in front of Ahmed and bawled his eyes out. I felt a pain in my chest and instinctively I darted forward. Hassan stopped me and shook his head. I felt a bit foolish about my reaction. What did it matter if a slave boy cries?

We stood and watched the man and the boy. I heard Ahmed talking but couldn't understand the words. He spoke to Marcus firmly but gently. Every now and then the boy nodded or shook his head. I felt a bit relieved, not that I thought Ahmed would do my boy any harm. Ahmed beckoned us to come closer. He moved a bit back so Hassan could sit in front of him, resting his back on his mentor's broad chest.

I took my seat on the other pillow, looking at the still crying slave. He crawled over to me and was now kneeling beside my feet, not daring to look up. Hassan and Ahmed talked quietly in their own language and I could see the relief in Ahmed's face. Hassan seemed to ask the man about Marcus as he pointed at him. After he got an answer the young prince addressed me.

"I want to apologize for the test we had put up for you, Mr. Michael. You will understand when Ahmed tells you what you need to know. But I think there is someone who needs your attention right now."

"Highness, I don't think it'd be appropriate 3;" I started.

"Rubbish! I'm not blind; he isn't just a slave to you. Take him, he needs you. Don't worry about etiquette; there is none in this house."

Ahmed added an encouraging nod so I reached down and pulled my boy onto my lap. He was still crying and as I wrapped my arms around his body his little arms flew around my chest and he held on for dear life. I didn't know why he was crying in that moment but it didn't matter. There was no longer my tough little prefect slave in my arms but a little boy that needed protection from whatever bothered him.

Though I wasn't aware I was more than ready to give this protection to the little boy. Seeing my little Marcus crying so hard hurt me more than I wanted to admit. I was close to tears myself and placed a kiss on his forehead. As if this was a signal the boy let lose totally. He really broke down in my arms, bawled and sobbed helplessly. I was puzzled and looked at my hosts.

"You have a very tough boy, my friend. He's so strong and grown up one can easily overlook the little boy inside. A little boy with a heart full of love but as lonely as could be."

Ahmed's words were not spoken to hurt but they did. I held the boy even tighter. "Eliciting secrets from boys is a little hobby of me. Usually I get what I want to know."

Hassan nodded, somehow embarrassed.

"But I didn't have to dig deep. Once he had started it poured out of him. Don't be angry with him, he couldn't tell you. He would do everything for you and not because he is a slave. You're not only his master but his hero. He worships the ground you're walking on. He simply couldn't bother you with his sorrow."

"I've told him he could come to me with everything."

"He will but he needs to find the courage. Let him take his time. But you have to be ready to take the burden of his shoulders."

"Ahmed, he might be a slave but if he comes I'll be there."

"I know. My friend, you are a slaveholder and you are very demanding. But you also care. That's why I had invited you. We need your help."

He took the time to dink some tea.

"What I told you about the boys in our family is partly true. We all learned how to serve and it's not different with my nephew Hassan. I have once raised his father as now I did with the son. But time has changed. The boy's life has been threatened so we decided to move to this country. Hassan visits a small public school that is unknown to most of the people and I think all worked quite well. But unfortunately I have to go home soon. Hassan will be able to live at the school but he will need a guardian and a place where he can spend the holidays."

Hassan took over.

"My father wants the son of his mentor to become my guardian until I finished school. But you are a slaveholder and you have sex with boys so father wanted to be sure you wouldn't take advantage when you are able to. The easiest way to find out was to give you the opportunity."

"Knowing you for a long time I was sure you wouldn't but as Hassan said, we had to find out. I'm glad I was right." Ahmed added.

"I'm too. Even though I'll be not home very often I think we will have a good time," Hassan said.

"There is not much to do when Hassan is at school but they'll need someone who can make decisions on his behalf. For his security we can't make a link to our country. The school will only know you."

"I don't need much room for me, I'm not spoiled. The servants are going home with Ahmed."

"Wait, wait a moment! I can't do that!" I interrupted their speeches.

Silence fell over the room.

"You don't like me?" Hassan asked after a while with a whiny voice.

"No!" I replied, "Yes!" I corrected, recognizing my fault by the boy's expression.

"I like you, Hassan. It's not that. It's 3; it's 3; it's simply too fast." I stammered.

"We don't need your answer right now." Ahmed said and stood up.

"Take your time to decide. But you should know it wouldn't be at your expense. Money doesn't matter as long as the boy is safe."

Marcus crying had almost ceased so I handed him over to the servants to get dressed. I stood up too and addressed Ahmed.

"My friend, if I decide to do this it's not because money but out of respect for my father and our friendship. But I can't promise anything."

"I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

"I hope so. But you haven't told me why you have to leave, my friend. What is wrong?"

I could see pain rising in Ahmed's eyes and he turned his face away. I heard a sob and looked at Hassan who was wiping his eyes. When Ahmed eventually started to speak his voice trembled.

"Allah is our Lord and the Lord of all the worlds. He is the creator of all things; he sustains and nourishes everything; he gives life and death; anything good that we have is from him; and everything is dependant on him and nothing can happen unless Allah wills it to happen."

It took me a few seconds to understand the meaning of his words. I put his hands into mine.

"Ahmed, why?" I asked breathlessly.

"The great scourge of mankind didn't spare me, Mischa. I need to go home and arrange everything as long as I'm able to."

He put an arm around the shoulders of his charge.

"As much as I want to see this boy become a man it will not happen. But it would make it easier for me if I knew he is in good hands."

Trying not to burst into tears I hugged them both.

"He will be, Ahmed. He will be."

Chapter 26
Angels

Almost eight years ago my mother passed away and just about a month later my broken hearted father followed her. It was a very hard time for me and a much more for my slaves. In my grief I often beat them for hours just to relieve my frustration. When I came back to my senses weeks later I realised that I had abused them so much we never would be able to live together like we did before. I'm still ashamed I took the easy way out and gave them away. At least I found a good place for them.

I didn't come to the grave often. I kept my parents in my memories and sometime I felt as if they were still alive, living in a foreign country as they did the years before their death. But as I stood there in front of their gravestone, telling them what Ahmed hat told me, I suddenly felt the loss again, the grief and the pain, as if it was yesterday. I sunk to my knees and bawled my eyes out like Marcus did earlier.

I was pretty sure I felt Marcus' small hand at my back, trying to console me. But as I recovered after a while the hand was gone. Turning my head left and right I couldn't see him. Only as I turned around completely I saw him standing behind be, like frozen. He didn't move his head or body; just his knees were slightly trembling. My eyes followed his stare. At first I didn't see anything but gravestones. I read the names on the stones and then it hit me.

I had no idea Marcus' parents were buried here too. I knelt beside the boy and pulled him close.

"Seems as if there is a place to visit for both of us." I whispered in his ear.

Marcus didn't react; he just kept staring at the gravestone. I took his hand and wanted to walk over to the grave but the boy didn't move. Not wanting to carry him around I slapped his but with my hand, not very hard, just to get his attention. It worked. He gave me a questioning look. Our eyes met and I could sense a deep pain mixed with confusion.

"Have you ever been at your parent's grave, Marcus?" I asked gently.

He shook his head no.

"Why not?"

I could see the tears bursting out of his eyes. He tried to say something but all he produced were some sobs. I opened my arms and the boy almost melted into my body as he wrapped his little arms around my chest.

"They 3; told me 3; my parents 3; died in a crash 3; and burnt 3; I didn't 3; know 3; there is 3; a grave." Marcus sobbed into my shirt. Suddenly I understood what Ahmed had told me about the boy's loneliness. If he didn't knew there was a grave he didn't attend the funeral. He never had a chance to say goodbye. How much grief a little boy could carry inside without breaking, I wondered. I didn't know whether I should take him home right now or leave him here at the grave. I thought about and made my decision. Gently pushing the boy away from me I took a coin out of my pocket.

"Marcus, I want you to go to the church and buy a candle from the vending machine. Then come back to me."

The boy looked at the coin in his hand as if he never had seen any before. Without a word he turned around and shuffled to the church. As he came back he carried a candle in a red plastic tube. Again I took his hand and led him over to his parent's grave. There were no flowers on the grave; it consisted of a gravestone and a slab. Setting the candle on fire I knelt beside the trembling boy.

"Hello Mary, hello Robert. I don't know if you remember me but I have brought a little boy who wants to say hello to you. I'm sure you will remember him. It's your son Marcus. Don't be angry he didn't come sooner, it wasn't his fault. Marcus has a lot of things he wants to tell you."

"Marcus, it's here where your parents are resting. Don't be afraid, they still love you. They were waiting for long to meet you again but now you're here. Tell them what you want to tell. I'm sure it's pretty much.

Marcus looked at me, clearly puzzled.

"But they are dead, how can they here me?"

"Marcus, your Mommy and Daddy are now in heaven. Their bodies might be buried here but their souls are still alive. They can hear you even if they can't answer. Trust me."

He turned his face back to the grave.

"I leave you three alone now." I said and felt his hand tighten its grip.

"I'm not far away. I'm going to talk to my parents; there is a lot I have to tell them too. Don't worry about time. When you need me, just call."

He managed to give me a weak smile and let my hand go. Slowly he sat down on the slab and ran his hand over the letters of the gravestone. My heart hurt but I know he had to do this alone. And, to be honest, I needed some time alone too. I needed to think about the promise I had made to Ahmed without knowing how to keep it. Again I wished my parents were still here to talk with.

I lost the track of time. When I woke up from my thoughts dusk had begun to fall. Walking over to the other grave I found Marcus sleeping on the slab of his parent's grave, stains of dried tears on his face. Instinctively he had curled into a ball to protect himself from the chillness of the evening. He awoke as I stepped beside the grave. Struggling for orientation he looked up to me. No words were spoken. I held out my hand like a father would do with his son. He got up and put his little hand into mine like a son would do with his father.

Neither of us spoke on our way home. Marcus walked at my side and held my hand until the first person came in sight. He let my hand ho, waited a step and then trotted along behind me; the right place for a slave. The boy kept his head down; stepped into the road gutter when someone passed by and waited patiently outside the newsagent as I bought the evening paper. He was a perfect little slave boy.

The next days passed by without anything special. The boys functioned well and everything went as usual. I had a lot of work to do for some clients and was often out of home. Marcus slept in my bed as before, we made love to each other, but there was a certain lack of passion in his actions and I sensed something was still in his mind. I tried to talk to him but he denied any problems, so I decided, for the first time with my new boys, to use the technology every boy has around his neck.

Every word a boy spoke was automatically recorded by their collars and transmitted to the central computer system in my house. Usually it was deleted after four or five weeks if I didn't touch the files but now I opened the folder of Marcus and looked at the right files from the time in the graveyard. Making sure none of the boys could disturb me in my office I started the playback. The boy's high voice came out of the speakers.

"Mummy, Daddy, I don't know if you can understand me but Master had said you can. Daddy, I'm sorry, but I've broken my promise to be good. I'm a slave and Mike, I think you know him, is my master. He's a very good master and I like him very much. Don't worry Mummy; he is good to me and my friends. He is a bit like you, Daddy. We have to do what he says or we get punished. But he always says he loves us and I believe him."

The more he talked the more the words poured out of him. Marcus told his parents what had happened to him in the orphanage and the foster home. He spoke about their crime; the trial and how I bought them. All the time his voice was clear and steady. But then, while he talked about the camping trip, his voice broke. I could him hear sobbing and crying.

"Mummy, Daddy, I miss you so. Please come back. I'm really sorry. I was just upset by your arguing. I didn't really want you to leave me alone. Please, come back to me, I'll be good, I promise."

He pleaded some more but I didn't pay attention. Tears were running freely over my face. I felt ashamed for listening to the boy's most intimate words but also felt the pain of the boy's misfortune. I could see him, a little boy, holding his ears shut with his hands, wishing his parents would stop shouting or leave him alone. When he awoke the next morning, they were gone. Nobody knew what happened that night but their car was found at the bottom of a deep slope, both parents dead in their seats. Word spread about financial problems but that was never confirmed. The boy had no other relatives because both parents were orphans too so he was put into an orphanage. I didn't expect anyone to listen to a five year old boy's sorrow.

I wondered again what the boy had done to me. There was something special with him I couldn't resist. If any of my previous boys would have such a problem, I probably wouldn't have cared. Slaves had to function, not more. But now even what had happened more than five years ago touched my heart and soul. The next hours I was agonizing over the solution for the boy's grief. I even contacted a friend from high school who was now a psychologist, but he couldn't or maybe wouldn't help me very much with this unique situation. But finally I had a plan.

A couple of days later I was in a bad mood. Every boy knew that Marcus' backside would be sore at the end of the day, the question was only which boy would be the reason. Some of them hoped I would take my frustration out at Julian so no other boy would be harmed but that was not to happen. They were eager not to make any mistake but being overcautious made everything worse. After the evening discipline session each boy, including Jan and Marcus, knelt on the floor weeping.

In my bedroom I lectured my prefect boy how disappointed I was with the day's performance. He wasn't allowed to join me in my bed so Marcus crawled into his basket in the corner of the room. For the first time in weeks he cried himself into sleep. My foul mood had subsided and my instincts said I should comfort the boy but the situation way ideal for my plan.

I had placed a small speaker under the basket where the boy's head rested. The program was set and when the boy's vital parameters indicated that he was between two phases of deep sleep the audio file started to play. Marcus had once told me how his parents liked to call him so I used this to get the boy's unconscious attention. Two voices from far away whispered in the dark.

'Robert, can you see our little boy down there?"

'Yes Mary, but he isn't so little anymore.'

'He will always be my little boy, even when he's grown up."

'And growing up he will. He's a tough little guy, he will survive."

"Mummy, Daddy?" a sleepy voice whispered.

'Shhhh, my little shooting star. Mummy and Daddy are here.'

'We'll always love you, little sunshine.'

'We are sorry we had to leave you. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anybody's fault.'

'Farewell Marcus, our son, we love you'

"Don't go!" the little boy cried.

'Everything will be all right, just do what your master says.'

'You know your master loves you like we do. He will always care for you.'

'We have to say goodbye now but we'll always be with you. You can't see us but our love is always there."

'Goodbye my love, goodbye."

"Goodbye Mummy, Daddy. I love you." Marcus whispered.

'We'll always love you, son.'

I could hear the boy crying heavily as the voices subsided. When I heard the boy's regular breaths I carefully removed the speaker and put small locket with a picture of his parents in his little right hand, the hand that had its thumb stuck right inside the boy's mouth. Letting my own tears flow I went to bed, wondering if I did the right thing.

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