Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapters 34-39

Chapter 34
Home again

My eyes scanned the slim form of Julian who was kneeling in display position in front of me while Marcus, as quiet as before, undressed me. He was noticeable thinner than before, his rips were clearly visible and his harness was quite loose fitting. Nevertheless, his little friend stood at attention, pointing straight up in the air. The boy panted increasingly as Marcus slipped my pants down. I couldn't hide that I enjoyed the sight. My cock became hard once it was out of the fabric. Julian's eyes went wide as he focused my 'monster' (as he told me a long time later he always thought my cock was monstrous). Though he had learned a man's penis could give a boy pleasure he hadn't forgotten the pain it brought him too. Julian didn't mind to take my swollen member in his mouth, he had trained a lot the long hours under my desk and was now able to swallow a lot of it without gagging.

Seconds later Julian squealed as I threw him on the bed. He landed on his back, his legs flew up. Before he could react, not that he would, I grabbed him on the back of his knees and pressed his legs upwards to his shoulders. The boy was quite limber as his body parts were often forced into strange and sometimes painful positions. He put his arms over his legs, pinning himself to the mattress. Marcus handed me some straps and Julian was soon tied helplessly; his lower body exposed for me to play with. I noticed his crotch was quite smelly and his butt showed traces of his faeces around his plug. Julian expected some light smacks and was shocked by the hard blows that suddenly rained down on his exposed rear. He hissed as the plug was pulled out roughly and he contorted his face as I held it under his little nose but he opened his mouth immediately.

Marcus showed up with a bowl of water and a cloth. He put the bowl down and started to clean his friend's rectum and groin area. I couldn't hide a smile at the sight. Marcus had really learned a lot and performed his duties almost without the need of direction. Julian's eyes were fixed on the dirty plug that was half inside his mouth, yet without touching his lips. Of course, he would lick it clean if it was my wish but his mind still rebelled. It was almost as if we could hear the tons of rocks falling from him as I simply dropped the plug into the bowl. However, his relief was only short as he soon felt the pain of a clamps biting into the tender flesh of his little cock head. Despite the pain his penis became hard again immediately. His attempts to stay quiet were in vain as I started to flick his cock with one of the small straps.

"You weren't exactly wasting water by washing your body, boy?" I asked followed by a lash on his balls.

He yelped.

"Master, I'm sorry Master!" he managed to press out between his gasps. "But you told us not to touch our cocks, Master!"

"That's right, boy!" I admitted between two fierce lashes. "But you could rinse your ass after you had a crap."

"Master, I did Master. But when we ran out of food, Master 3;"

The boy almost screamed, but not only because of the pain. I could tell he was close. I pulled the clamp off. The sudden pain was enough for Julian. As much as he could, his body stiffened and he let out a shrill cry that died as he ran out of air. By the length and intensity of his orgasm I could tell he didn't come for quite a while. As his ecstasy abated, I leaned forward and kissed him on his lips while my hands played with his nipple rings. The boy's cock that had started to get limp was back up in its full glory at once. Julian practically sucked my tongue into his little mouth while he rubbed his little pecker against my belly. He flinched when I pulled or pinched his nipples but didn't break our kiss until he came again, this time without much pain and less intensive, but nevertheless exhausting. As he came back to his senses, Julian smiled at me.

"Master, I have missed you so much, Master," he whispered.

"I have missed you too, my little toy."

He yawned and I could see he was really tired. Pushing his butt plug in I unfastened the straps, turned him around so he lay on his tummy and chained his wrist and ankles together as usual. Julian held his limbs in the right position eagerly, he loved to feel the strain on his muscles, he loved to be tied up and he loved to be helpless, as long as he knew I wasn't far away. I was about to put a gag into his mouth as he looked straight into my eyes, something he never dared before.

"Master, I wish I could be your little slave toy forever, Master," he said as sincere as he could be. I had to gulp.

"You always will, boy, you always will," I assured him in a hoarse voice.

He smiled.

"Master, I love you Master."

"I know, my boy," I said, pushing the penis shaped gag gently into his mouth.

As the pulley system lifted him up, I kissed the boy on his forehead. 'Could this be the answer to my questions?' I wondered as I watched him disappearing into his box.

Marcus stood beside my bed at attention, displaying his little body and waiting for instruction. But his head hung low and I saw him shaking. I padded the mattress.

"Jump in!"

Marcus didn't move at first. His sobs became audible and eventually he rushed to a sideboard containing some toys for my games with Julian. He picked an item I never had used at any of the boys before and only possessed to scare them a little; it was a cat o' nine style flogger with beads and stones knotted into its tails. That was an instrument not to punish but to destroy or even kill. Marcus ran the few steps over to the bed, dropped on his knees and presented me the flogger with outstretched arms, his head bowed.

"Master, please Master!" the boy sobbed.

I was shocked. Usually I was quite good in reading a boy's mind but with my little boy lover I failed. A searing pain rushed through my mind. I gulped hard, sat up, took the flogger slowly out of his hand and dropped it to the floor. But this was a big mistake. Marcus flinched as the flogger hit the floor, slumped and totally lost it. He curled into a ball and wept heavily. For several minutes I had no idea what to do. Then I pulled the boy face down onto my lap and started to spank his cute butt. I used only light swats, just powerful enough to be noticed but not to sting.

After a while, Marcus' rear end was nicely red and warm. Neither I or the boy had said a word, only his sobbing had adjusted to the rhythm of the spanking that by now hurt for sure, as well as did my hand and arm. I don't know how long I spanked the boy but I couldn't lift my arm anymore.

"Corner!" I simply ordered with a last sharp smack.

Marcus slowly crawled off my lap and without looking up he shuffled to a corner of the room and facing the wall stood at attention as best as he could. I allowed my arm a few minutes rest before I went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Back in my bedroom, I roamed through several drawers to find some items I would need.

The tears flew down the boy's cheeks. He couldn't help the pain in his penis was too much for him. His whole wiener seemed to be on fire, though he knew he had not very much down there for his age. Taking a leak was excruciating since a few days, but now the pain was permanently acute. The boy was torn between the need to hold his penis trying to ease the pain and following the drill to keep his hands away. At the end the instincts won and he clutched his boy-parts with both hands.

It worked, at least temporary. The pain in his penis didn't lessen, it was simply overlaid by a stinging butt. Chris looked up and saw Jan swinging his arm up for a second smack. He closed his eyes and prepared himself but the impact didn't happen. Instead he felt the hands of the older slave on his back and shoulders. Slowly he turned over to Jan, his hands still holding his genitals. Chris had seldom cried without any punishment causing him, so Jan knew something was wrong. Gently he pushed the boy's hands away.

Chris' foreskin and glans were inflamed and bright red. Jan had seen it before and a painful memory entered his mind. But Jan shook it away and told himself his new master was different. He fetched a wet cloth from the bathroom, put it on the boy's penis and leaned his back against the wall. Gently he pulled Chris up and against him so the boy's back rested at his chest. Pinning the boy's arms at his sides he wrapped the arms around Chris and held him tightly. Without much words he tried to comfort the boy he felt so strangely attracted to.

The searing pain in his rear had turned into a dull burning. Though the boy was used to corporal punishment it still took a lot of will power not to touch his butt, trying to rub the sting away. Not that he could right that moment since his arms were tied above his head to the head board of the bed he was lying on. He couldn't see anything because of the blindfold he was wearing. His body was stretched tight by another rope pulling his legs to the foot end. Marcus expected a sound whipping or caning and wished he had been gagged too. He was afraid of the pain but almost welcomed the thought of getting a harsh punishment so he could pay for his faults. To the boy it was the only way he could get forgiveness from his beloved master.

In the brief moment before the blindfold covered his eyes I could read everything in the boy's mind. I had guessed right, the boy was tormenting himself, more than any punishment could. Every thought of jealousy was gone now, I was again on a rescue mission. The boy winced as the first drops of cool oil landed on his back. Slowly and gently I worked the oil into his tender skin. That was clearly not what the boy had expected, his tension subsided only slowly. I didn't spare a single square centimetre of his backside. Arms, legs, neck, back and bottom; everything got my attention. Marcus had no chance. At first he started to giggle when my fingertips tickled his sides or pits but eventually he purred like a kitten.

Marcus couldn't remember the last time he felt something so good. Guilt filled his mind as he realized what his master was doing but soon he was overwhelmed by his sensations. He felt the fingertips of the strong hands of his master slowly circling over his skin, unerringly finding all the special spots on his body. These magic spots were caressed, pinched and pushed, sending electric jolt like signals to the boy's immature brain. Endorphins were set free and brought the boy's feelings to a height that was close to a mighty climax. 'I had to learn how to do that' was the last conscious thought Marcus was capable of.

When I felt the boy was ready I started to talk to him in a very low voice, slowly but steady. It was a skill my mother had taught me when I was younger and it never failed. The voice dug into the boy's semi conscious mind, deepening his trance. Untying the ropes I gently turned the boy around. Marcus didn't react, didn't try to lower his arms and just moaned a little when I teased his nipples with some warm air blown over his chest. The boy's mind was blocked but not his bodily reactions. His cock responded to my administrations, at least it tried. The small chain did its job and help the little pecker down. His nipples, however, were rock hard.

"Marcus, my boy, do you hear me?"

"Yes Sir." He whispered.

The boy hadn't failed to address me correctly a very long time so I was sure it worked.

'You can't make a boy loving you, but if he does, you can make it much more easier for him to express this love.' I remembered my mother's words.

"Marcus, you know I love you more than anything in the world?"

"Yes Sir."

"Listen, boy! Always remember: Whatever happens, whatever you'll have to go through, whatever you do – I will always love you and nothing can change that. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"I may sometimes be angry, I may be disappointed and I may punish you but I will always love you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you love me, Marcus."

"Yes Sir."

"And there is nothing bad or wrong in showing that love. Love is beautiful, you are beautiful and beautiful things should always be shown. There is no need to be ashamed for loving someone. There is no need to be ashamed for yourself. Do you understand?

"Yes Sir."

"Marcus, you're a slave boy, but you're MY slave boy. What had happened just happened. But in future you're free to resist unless I gave my consent. There might be times I lend you out but otherwise everybody has to ask me first. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"So when you wake up now, you'll always remember what I said to you."

"Yes Sir."

"So wake up now!"

Sebastian thought he had no tears left but was wrong. He tried to shift the weight of his body a bit on the other side. His body ached constantly. Welts and bruises covered his whole body. Some he got when he passed the security line, more he got from the policeman and last but not least his Master's belt had bit deep into his skin. His arms, shoulders and legs ached from the strain they were under since he was bound hogtied again. The pain in his belly had lessened but was still there. The boy had tried to be brave as his Master had stitched the wound up. He knew he had dug himself into deep shit but the cold gaze of his Master when he sunk the needle into the boy's skin told Sebastian the shit was even deeper than he thought.

It wasn't as could as the previous night in the cellar but Sebastian shivered. He thought about the misery he had brought over his family. He had hoped his parents and his brother would get along well without him but the last two days had shattered his hope into pieces. It was not only the sadness of his brother that he had felt so clearly, it was the realization his enslavement had effectively destroyed his family that made the boy whishing he would have died there in the mines. So deep were his feelings of guilt and shame he didn't realize he had thought back to the mines without freaking out. Sebastian's only consolation was that Luke was sleeping unharmed next door. However, the tears were running freely.

Timo wasn't a happy camper too. He could still hear the laughter of his mates as they stored the large box with diapers. Until then he had hoped his Master was only joking as he told him how adorable he looked with pull-ups and pacifier and he would wear them until he stayed dry at night again. The boy didn't know why he had started bedwetting again. It wasn't really a problem anymore after he had turned six, now four years ago, Timo remembered sadly. At his tenth birthday party, the boy and his friends had had bragged about the presents they're about to get at Christmas in a month. Just a year later, there were no birthday presents for the boy, not even one of his friends had congratulated. It was the saddest day in Timo's young life.

The boy had been determined to stay dry that night. But when he awoke, he immediately knew he had lost another battle. He was about to start crying when he heard the muffled sobs from Sebastian. Timo had always adored the older boy for his courage and power. Even when he suffered an evil foul on the soccer field there were no tears in Sebastian's eyes but he was always there for a friend who couldn't hold back his tears. Now the boy was bawling his eyes out and Timo didn't know what to do. Timo had seen how badly his mate had been punished and knew another beating was in store for tomorrow. Moreover Master had made it clear that nobody was allowed to speak with Sebastian.

The younger slave crawled to his friend's side. 'Maybe a touch will help?' Timo thought. The boy looked around as boys do when they're up to no good. His eyes fell on Jan who was spooned against Chris. Despite his and Sebastian's sorrows Timo had to chuckle. It was obvious that Jan had an eye on the younger boy. To Chris' misfortune Jan, in his effort not to favour Chris over the other slaves, treated the boy especially strictly. This was the first time Jan showed some affection for Chris in front of other slaves, but in the twilight of the stars it looked rather funny.

He scanned his friend's body with his eyes as best as he could, trying to find an unhurt spot of skin. He ran his fingertips gently over the back of Sebastian's neck. He felt his friend trembling. Changing from fingertips over fingers to the whole palm Timo intensified the caressing slowly. At first Sebastian didn't react but eventually the boy's sobbing lessened. Sebastian hardly turned his head but both slave's eyes met. Timo tried to give his mate a supporting smile. Fighting back his own tears he remembered what he liked most when Master played with him. Hesitatingly he brought his face closer to Sebastian's. Their foreheads touched and Sebastian sighed. Timo pursed his lips and placed them gently on his friend's cheek. Sebastian winced but didn't move away. The boys' eyes met again and for a while they remained locked. Sebastian turned his face more, the boys' lips melted and their tongues found their ways into each other's mouths.

In my younger years there were times when my balls and cock ached that much, usually after a bondage or SM session. Everything I dished out to my slaves I had once experienced at my own body and I had the best but cruellest masters. But to be honest, though I had worn out many whores and slaves, never had anyone shown me my limits so easily as this boy. Of course, I was becoming older and hadn't recovered fully yet from the sickness. But then, Marcus was still a little bit weak too. I couldn't believe it, a ten years old boy had worn me out and was still smiling while he kneeled between my legs.

I was dry as a well in the Sahara. Marcus had milked the last drop of man juice out of my balls. I had tested my boy milker with all settings but it was from effective as the boy had done the job. And he hadn't missed a drop of my sperm, either in his bowels or with his sweet little mouth, just a little bead hung in the corner of his lips. But he got that too as he tilted his head slightly and ran his little tongue all over his lips seductively. He was gorgeous. I knew his throat was sore and his anus was a raw mess but he just knelt there and smiled. I took his nipple rings between my fingers an pulled.

Marcus had to crawl on me to avoid too much pain, not that I expected him to resist. When he lay half on top of me I clamped his legs with mine and clutched my arms around him. He was effectively immobilised; laying on my chest with his face a few centimetres from mine. If he was surprised he didn't show it. He still smiled. It wasn't gloatingly, just the smile of a boy happy with the situation. I felt his little heart beating and felt his breath in my face. His eyes were locked with mine and I drunk deep from the love I could see there.

For a few moments my mind recapitulated the last hour or so. Marcus had been disorientated after he woke up but eventually he asked for permission to speak. He told me again how sorry he was about the night with Thomas and everything. Once he had started I thought he wouldn't stop talking again so I stifled the flood of words with a long kiss. The boy almost melted into me and after we broke the kiss he didn't say another word, just went to action.

He had stroked, licked, sucked and squeezed my cock and balls; rode my cock and worked on all the sensitive spots of my body with out a rest. I had three almost mind blowing orgasms in a row, leaving me with nothing left in my balls. All the while the boy worked on me his little cock wanted to get hard too but was held down. Marcus didn't complain, he didn't even try to rub or hump his genitals against me or the bed. He brought me pleasure without receiving any.

My fingers had found his penis and unlocked the chain. Lifting his body up I brought his groin down to my face. Little Marcus was hard well before my lips enclosed his this shaft. It took only seconds for the tensed up boy to explode. He bucked his hips and rammed his little tool inside my mouth. His arms trashed around, nearly smacking my face. A shrill scream ran out of air before he fell backward, heavily panting but with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

I found out long ago I couldn't connect well with women. There was a relationship now and then but all didn't last long. I was always attracted to boys and the slavery law was a blessing to me. But despite all the boys I had I silently longed for a real son, someone to care for and help growing up. Someone I could put my hopes in; could teach him a trade and some day leave everything I have for him. But I knew it was very unlikely I would have biological children, not only because of my sexual orientation but because of my weak semen as the doctor had called it.

As I mentioned before I loved all my slaves in some way but never I had the feeling I could have found the right one. But looking at the angelic face of the boy lying on me I wondered if a dream could become real. The whole bunch of my boys were special to me, more than any boy had been. But Marcus had touched something inside me, I had to admit. The boy was very intelligent and strong minded yet very sensitive and almost fragile. If I could I would wrap him with wadding and put him into a safe so nothing could harm him. Of course, life had dealt him the bad cards and we had to find a way to play them as best as possible. Slowly the boy and I drifted into sleep together.

Chapter 35
Cuts

Waking a free boy would have been out of question for my little slave but I didn't think Marcus could last much longer. So I gently kissed him on his forehead, took Luke's hand and pulled it carefully and slowly off. Markus sighed with relief as I gave him permission to go with a wink of my eyes. The boy slipped out of the bed and darted to the bathroom. I could watch him through the open door as he sat on the toilet. He blushed nicely as our eyes met. After all these months Marcus was still a bit modest when it came to follow nature's call.

Meanwhile Luke's hand had found its way into his undies and a faint smile played about his lips. I still worried about what to do with the boy but I just got an idea that would satisfy the boy's needs as well as work as punishment for my little prefect slave. School was about to start after Christmas Holidays at Monday what left us three days to get him ready. As Barbara told me the boy's results had dropped lately. He would learn soon that he wasn't up to some weeks of another holiday. He might be a troubled little boy, but to me that was no excuse.

Marcus flushed and entered the shower. He winced as the cold water hit his body. Marcus never used warm water for cleaning himself though I had allowed him to. As long as his friends had no warm water he wouldn't use it too, he had explained. Unfortunately he tends to forget putting the settings back to the preset temperature which earned him already several smacks. The boy scrubbed himself thoroughly from head to toe and dried his body with some old rags he had stored. With chattering teeth he finally stood at attention beside my bed.

As I looked at the skinny frame of my boy I noticed how pale and fragile his skin still was. I decided to call the vet for a visit to check the boys thoroughly. While I played with his genitals to lure his shrunken parts back out, the boy's stomach growled audibly. The boy looked sheepishly. I knew boys were always hungry but I'd let it to the vet whether to create a new mixture of additional ingredients for the slave food or not. Maybe the winter mix I used for years wasn't suitable enough for younger boys.

Carefully not to wake Luke I sat up and reattached the boy's penis to the chain. Knowing what followed next Marcus bent over and hugged his legs, presenting me a clean but sore anus. From the range of boy-sized plugs I selected a longer but thinner version and lubed it with an ointment to ease the boy's pain. Marcus still let out a muffled yelp as the plug stretched his rear muscles but he knew it could be worse. When he stood again I opened my arms and with a smile he almost jumped at me. Rubbing his back I held and kissed him for a while before I sent him off to his daily duties.

Luke was unusually quiet after I had explained why he and I enjoyed a hearty breakfast but the other boys not. He got even quieter as he learned the boys wouldn't ever again sit at a table and eat real food. At first he chuckled as Jan brought Nico in but as Timo put the bowl with dog food down in front of my pet and Nico dug his face deep into it Luke almost choked from the piece of cheese he was chewing. My reputation as a nice uncle suffered another blow as I told him he couldn't play all day with my boys because they had a lot of work to do.

The slaves knew there was a punishment coming. All boys had seen Sebastian's body and the tension was obvious. Marcus's commands were short and sharp; the boys literarily jumped to action immediately. The way the slaves reacted must have intimidated Luke so much he even asked for permission the go to his room. I didn't mind and told him he was allowed to watch TV but not to come back before being called. Luke retreated without any protest; giving me the space I needed for dealing with Sebastian.

The boy looked as miserable as I had intended. Surely he hadn't slept much that night. All boys were assembled with Sebastian front and centre. The interrogation started again and soon the boy squirmed under the hail of questions. He answered as truthfully as possible but guessed correctly that somehow with every word he dug his own grave. The other boys were deathly quiet. They felt with him but were horrified as they learned how Sebastian had tried to surpass the security fence. They realized at once that whatever their friend had intended to do, he basically ran away.

Timo burst into tears. It had been too much for him to realize what exactly had happened that night. He had witnessed the first beating but somehow everything was in a blur then. Now he remembered vividly the pictures that evil guard at the slave centre had showed. Timo had vomited at the sight of hung children, boys that were skinned and disembowelled, girls without arms and legs. The message they gave them was clear. Runaways would be dumped or recycled without mercy. Timo didn't want to lose his friend, especially not after they had discovered something beautiful last night.

Sebastian was shaking now. He had confessed everything he could and awaited now his master's verdict. He knew he wouldn't get off with that one beating yesterday but the one word his master had used repeatedly, runaway, burned into his mind. Sebastian wanted to object, wanted to scream he didn't ran away, but he couldn't. With every word of his master it sank deeper and deeper that he effectively did. Suddenly he realized the room was quiet, nobody moved, nobody talked; just some muffled sobs disturbed the silence. He looked around, saw the pale faces of his friends and companions; saw Timo weeping and lost it himself.

"You are slaves!" I addressed the boys.

"You are property! It doesn't matter what you want! You only exist because I let you exist. I don't think you really appreciate your easy life with me. All you have to do is what I tell you. You weren't beaten all day long or put in a hole where you toil away without ever seeing the sun again. Anyway, I know you're just stupid boys and stupid boys do stupid things. That's why I've tried to protect you from your own stupidity and had put up a security system. But I never imagined anyone would be so crazy to try getting through. You were so incredible lucky, boy! You could have been killed, slave! And if you had been killed, your brother wouldn't have survived too!"

All boys had started to cry now.

"Don't ever try anything like that again. I've modified the system already. You will only get through if you're with me. You will be warned; everyone will be shocked if one get to close. For your own sake, don't go further. If one dies, the others will die too. I'm so disappointed. I had trusted you all. Of course it's not your fault I wasn't there but you could have called for help. No, you thought you can trick me. Now you will suffer. But you're lucky again. The only reason why you are still alive is that you actually found your brother. I don't know how you two had set up this stunt but I will find out. I really hope you didn't have lied to me. Then there would be nothing that could save you. Did you lie to me, slave?"

"Master, no Master! Please Master, it's true, Master!" Sebastian cried.

"You will remember this day your whole life, boy. It depends on you how long this will be. Jan, fetch me the broomstick!"

Jan jumped and brought a broomstick with a belt tied in a loop in the middle. As ordered he and Marcus put Sebastian's feet through the loop and turned the stick until the feet were completely trapped. The boys held the stick up and I started to turn the boy's soles into a bloody mess. Hearing the boy screaming when my cane hit his tender flesh hurt me too but it was my Master's duty to teach him and all the boys a lesson they'd never forget. When Sebastian passed out I dropped the cane and left.

Luke lay on the bed, trying to hide and block out everything with a pillow over his head. Surely he had heard his brother's screams. I sat down and carefully pulled him on my lap. I held him tight rocked him gently.

"It's all good now, baby. Everything will become all right again."

Luke pressed his face against my chest and we both wept silently.

Sebastian screamed into his gag. The cuts in his bruised soles burned like hell as the vet put iodine on it. Bandaging the feet the doctor said:

"I wouldn't let him walk until the cuts are closed. Walking will be painful the next couple of weeks or so but I think that's what you intended. Otherwise the feet are fine. Your skills are amazing; I've seldom seen such accuracy. Most masters would have damaged his feet completely. Apart from that, it's fine to see how well the boy has recovered."

The vet ran the boy's balls trough his fingers. Despite his pain Sebastian's cock swelled in its cage. The doctor chuckled.

"Poor lad. Full balls and no chance to shoot his load. He's quite a stud for his age."

"Oh, don't worry. He will dump his spunk, but not as he would like. He's up to join my older lad on the boy milker."

Last in the row of boys the vet had to check were Chris and Jan. I noticed the younger boy had a deathly grip at Jan's hand as he led him in. Of course I knew how close both slaves were and I didn't mind. Jan worked Chris hard and that's all that mattered. But Chris was shaking and Jan was pale too.

The vet saw what's wrong as soon as Chris lay on the table. The boy yelled as the man yanked his foreskin back, exposing a little bit of a bright red glans. I had seen it before too.

"Too tight?" I asked.

"Too tight." The vet confirmed.

"Cut?"

"Cut."

A high pitched "No!" came from two sides. Chris clutched his hands over his parts and curled into a ball. Turning around I saw Jan, shaking as aspen leaf, dropping on his knees.

"Master, please Master! Please don't cut his penis off. Let him be a boy, Master. Please!" he cried hysterically.

The vet simply took him by his collar, pulled him up and slapped him twice on his face. Jan looked baffled.

"Shut up, boy. Nobody is going to maim your little friend. We only cut off a piece of skin that is too tight so he can heal and jerk off some day, if your Master permits, that is."

I turned Jan's face to me and looked deep into his eyes. I could see pure fear.

"He's done that?" I asked

Jan looked down and nodded.

"Better I don't meet this boy's old master or something might happen." I said to the vet.

"He'll be fine and he'll be a whole boy still." I assured my oldest slave.

"But we have to do this. Shall I throw you out or are you able to help us?"

Jan hung his head.

"Master, I'm sorry Master. I know I acted like a little kid. Please tell me what I can do, Master."

"Just hold his hands." The vet ordered.

Strapped to the table there was nothing what Chris could do; not that he had a choice anyway. I had done this before myself but in this case it was better the vet did the cutting. Chris bit hard on the rubber gag in his mouth as the vet cleaned his inflamed glans and foreskin. After removing the Prince Albert the vet selected a small ring that went over the outside of the penis. Another ring, slightly smaller, was slipped between head and skin.

When the two rings were in the correct place the vet gashed into the kin and pressed the two rings together. Chris screamed for a few moments into his gag but everything was done. The sharp edges of the outer ring had cut off the foreskin at exactly the right place. The doctor cauterized the wound and sprayed an antiseptic on the newly exposed cock head. Jan comforted the distressed boy while the vet finished his work. To protect Chris from his own hands they were locked behind his back for the next hours.

Jan wasn't sure what to expect as the vet called him upon the table. He had no health problems but feeling the hands of the man that had just cut off half the dick of his little fellow made him nervous. Everything went well and to his amazement the vet took off the cock cage and started to stroke the boy's cock. Jan couldn't remember such intense feelings and of course his cock, free of all restrictions, took the chance and soaked all the blood it could get. For the first time since he was a little boy Jan was able to see his own penis growing. Though it wasn't that big to Jan it was huge. When it was fully erect the boy's foreskin was painfully stretched to its limits. The vet chuckled.

"Too tight! Cut?"

"Cut!"

Five pairs of young eyes stared at two newly exposed but caged cock heads. It wasn't easy to find a cage small enough for little Chris but it was the best for him. The boys were curious to see the newly circumcised cocks of their friends; Luke in front. Jan and Chris moaned as the young boy lifted and twisted their cages to look at them from every side. Marcus, Timo, Nico and Julian were far less enthusiastic about their friends' misfortune but wouldn't miss the sight. Sebastian was well stored in the slave's room; bound, gagged and his feet up in the air. The doctor had given him some pills and the boy would sleep the whole night. He would feel the pain long enough so I didn't mind.

The remaining slaves didn't go scot-free; their butts had a serious meeting with the strap. With that out of the way and some urgent cleaning done, Luke had demanded them for some little boy fun. He had found out quickly that the boys would jump and run as he wanted and he could slap, pinch and tickle them without risking revenge. The boys were quite occupied what gave me time to make some video calls. It took a while and several attempts but at the end my plan was ready. A growling stomach reminded me we had skipped lunch and so I went to find my chef. I've seldom seen Timo so eager to work; he was happy to get away from the younger but free boy.

Luke's appetite was immense. He ate almost two full plates of Spaghetti Bolognese, with the predictable outcome of a very red sparkled boy and table. Timo had a very special way to make Sauce Bolognese that wouldn't let you stop eating until your stomach bursts. I had tried to get his secret out of him but though I had tickled him for almost half an hour he simply refused to tell. Of course, both of us knew if I really wanted to know he would tell me immediately but since we both enjoyed the little game I let it pass. Anyway, Luke had to be washed before bedtime. When the tube was ready I took him along with Marcus to the bathroom. Marcus undressed the boy and helped him into the tube. With a big splash he found himself in the water too. Ordering the slave into display position I addressed Luke.

"Luke, there's something you have to understand. You know all the boys in this house are slaves. They are naked because they are slaves. They have rings and chains because they are slaves. It wasn't their choice to get them painfully pierced into their bodies but there was nothing they could do because they are slaves. Slaves do as they are told, no matter if they want or not. Look, you know soap is smelling fine but doesn't taste very good. If I coat my finger with soap you would refuse to lick it because you know it would taste awfully. Marcus knows that too."

Obediently Marcus opened his mouth and cleaned my finger with his tongue. He couldn't help contorting his face a bit. Luke watched with wide eyes.

"He doesn't like it but he is a slave. He can't refuse or he would be punished before he had to do it anyway. When I would pinch your skin you would protest because you know it hurts. Pulling or twisting the boy's rings and chains does hurt too. But would Marcus protest if I turn this ring around?"

Luke stared at Marcus's nipples where I played with the rings.

"No, because he's a slave." He answered after a while.

"You're right, because he's a slave. But what we can do to them and what we should are different things. Wouldn't it be better to play with friends than with slaves?"

Luke nodded.

"Then I suggest you stop hurting them."

Luke nodded again.

"I'm sorry." He said to Marcus.

"O.K. Get clean and ready for bed. You have 40 minutes. Have fun, boys."

I handed Luke some of the toys his mother had sent over. Boats, submarines and fishes were soon spread over the tube. It didn't take long for Marcus to get occupied with the toys too. Laughter filled the bathroom as I left.

When I emerged from my office a couple of hours later the house was quiet. Looking after Luke I found him soundly sleeping; his arms were wrapped around Marcus, using the older boy's chest as pillow. Marcus stirred as I entered. I pulled the blanket over the boys and tucked them in. Marcus looked at me barely awake. Stroking both boys' heads I kissed them good night. Marcus went back into dreamland smilingly. Some weeks before my cock would have responded to such a sweet and beautiful sight as the two sleeping boys were. Wondering again what the boy had done to me I switched off the lights.

Luke looked quite sceptically as he stood on a stool while the tailor went around him. I watched from a big leather chair while caressing the hair of my prefect slave who knelt obediently beside me. I had to search long until I found the little shop that was specialized in boy outfits. The tailor knew exactly how to handle a young boy and to my surprise Luke didn't complain as we stripped him to his underpants. Soon he wore a white vest, blue shirt with a matching tie and grey sleeveless sweater. Dark grey knee socks and flannel shorts completed his outfit together with a pair of black shoes. The last items he put on were a black blazer and a coat. It might sound as a common British style school uniform but what Luke wore was top range quality, carefully selected and fitted.

I wanted Luke to be the best-looking boy in his Primary School. There was no school uniform mandatory and most boys wore sloppy outfits. I had a long talk with Luke's class teacher and we both agreed there had to be changes in the boy's live. His way of dressing would be the first. The man was really helpful and it turned out that he knew Marcus too; he had been his teacher in second grade. Pupils were allowed to have their slaves along but not during class itself. I learned that the slaves usually were put to work by the janitor or stored in a slave's pen while waiting for their young masters. But since slaves were expensive not many of them were wasting valuable time waiting in school.

The teacher, a Mr. Martin, agreed to put together some additional schoolwork for Luke that would be supervised by Marcus in the afternoon. To my surprise he suggested some tutoring for Marcus too. It was obvious the teacher had liked my boy and knew of his abilities but also his sad story. Mr. Martin said he knew a retired teacher who didn't mind teaching slaves and lived near Luke's school. For a start he promised to send some work for Marcus too and would even mark it. For sure both boys were in for a big surprise when I would break the news to them.

Ordering three more sets of clothing for Luke we left the shop. The tailor had told me the shorts and blazer could be extended at least one, maybe two sizes so Luke would be able to wear them a year or two. The boy wasn't convinced about his new outfits and winced as the cool winter air hit his bare knees but didn't complain since Marcus had only his skimpy tunic on. I knew it would be a challenge for the boy to stand up against his mates when they were teasing him but I expected him to manage that well. After all teasing would be mostly out of jealousy. Strapping a boy into his child seat was as new to me as to Luke seeing a slave put into a car cage. The boy had a lot to think over and was quickly asleep.

On our way home we stopped at my favourite slave outfitter. The small but well-assorted shop had every type of slave clothing and equipment. The teacher had told me slaves weren't allowed to be naked at the school so I had to get a dress for Marcus too. The boy had still no idea that he would have to bring Luke to school so he was quite surprised when the assistant handed me some simple shorts without any pockets. They fitted snugly and accentuated his boyish bubble butt nicely. But to the next piece I fell in love with immediately. It was kind of a sleeveless one-piece swimsuit. The thin fabric left no part of my boy's fine body to imagination. The bright blue colour corresponded fantastically with his pale skin.

To Marcus it wasn't a big thing to shed his tunic in front of the shop assistant. In the first shop he was slightly embarrassed, but only because his nipple rings were so obviously presented to a stranger. That the tunic practically drew everyone's eyes to his barely covered groin area didn't bother him at all. He was with the man he loved; that was all that mattered. The changes in Marcus's behaviour in public were so obvious to me I had to smile. The feelings of embarrassment were overridden by the hypnotic rules. It clearly did help the boy to accept his role without changing his personality. A pair of bright yellow socks from the same water resistant material as the suit and some transparent plastic sandals finished the slave's new outfit.

"Boys!"

I shouted to get attention a couple of hours later at home.

"Boys, there are some things I have to tell you."

The room fell silent.

"As you know, Luke has to start school again tomorrow. I expect him to knuckle into his work to improve his marks. To give him help and support I'll send Marcus with him."

Luke and especially Marcus looked at me in surprise.

"They will represent my house so I've bought them some clothes to wear at school. Of course I expect your best behaviour all the time. At home Marcus will care for Luke too."

Turning to the youngest boy I continued.

"Luke, this is no punishment, I know you can do better than last year. I'll send Marcus with you to help you. But he's a slave so you are the master. You decide what to do, but take his advice. He's been a good student and you can learn a lot from him."

Luke nodded.

"You are a good boy, Luke. You'll do fine. As you know, Marcus is very special to me."

Marcus turned bright red while the other boys chuckled. "I'll share him with you because I like you a lot, young man. Take good care of him, o.k.?"

Chapter 36
Collared

While Luke attended his classes the janitor had taken Marcus and about ten other slaves outside to clean the schoolyard before one of the friendlier teachers, whom Marcus had often helped past school time, took him aside and gave him some tasks in the school library. Nevertheless after the 45 minute walk home from school Marcus was in quite a bad shape. He had several bruises on arms and legs and was freezing badly. Luke was cold too; his bare knees shook visibly, so after Marcus had undressed his charge with chattering teeth both boys squatted in front of the open fireplace. It was then when I first noticed Luke was as naked as the other boys were. He simply stated he liked to run free, period. Having no real argument against I agreed as long as no visitor was present.

Marcus was only the second day absent and I missed him already like crazy. Both boys had spent the night together after falling asleep over their homework so I worked myself long into the night. A quick kiss in the morning was all I got before the boys, reluctantly, trotted off to school. Jan had taken over Marcus responsibilities and kept the other boys busy. I had a long talk with Sebastian who, kept in short but not too heavy ankle chains, had still difficulties to stand or walk. Assuring that I still loved him he was told that he nevertheless had to earn my trust back. It was a painful conversation for both of us and it ended with him sitting in my lap bawling his eyes out. For the first time in two months he had freaked out again, but this time completely by his own. The knowledge he had let his family and me down was too much for him.

I was amazed to hear his story about the 'special connection' he and his little brother had shared since Luke was born. If only half of it were true it would be too much for a simple coincidence, and since I had no other explanation for the boy's behaviour I started to believe him. I wondered what he could do else. Could he only 'connect' with his brother? Nevertheless it would take time before I could trust him completely again and he understood. He hugged me tightly. When his crying had ceased he even tried a smile. His hand found the bulge of my groin. When I didn't react he slipped off my lap right between my legs. Dropping on his knees he brought his face close to my groin. With his head slightly tilted he gave me a seductive smile before his teeth found the clip of zipper. I couldn't help; I was hard before the fly was open.

It could have been an easier time. For more than a week Marcus had slept in Luke's bed. We have tried, but Luke wouldn't tolerate any other boy, not even his brother (not that I'd allowed that). I had the choice of either leaving Marcus to him or having both boys in my bed. But making love with Marcus while Luke was present was out of question. Luke did well in school, for Marcus it was a very rough time. More than once he was beaten by other boys; he couldn't recall all the names they were calling him. But other than wrap him in cotton and store him in the attic there was nothing I could do to protect him from the cruelty of life as a slave. At home he was my beloved boy, outside he was nothing. He knew that already but the intensity of humiliation he had to endure was almost too much for the ten-year-old boy.

Marcus wouldn't have complained, but his dull mood was obvious. It was only when I had him sitting on my lap with order to tell me everything he broke down and cried his eyes out. I have talked to the teacher but he was unable to protect a slave all the time. Marcus was already better off than other slave boys, he had mostly tasks inside the building. Nevertheless I wondered about ordering him back home after Luke had reached the school save. But that would mean 45 minutes to the school and 45 minutes back, twice a day, with quite bad weather announced. Marcus would need much warmer clothes. I didn't expect Luke to be able to walk alone yet. When his brother was enslaved, Barbara had driven her son to school daily, an option I didn't like at all.

Despite his good efforts at school and home tutoring Luke turned out really difficult to handle. He was used to have many liberties and since he wasn't a slave I had let him have his way most of the time. But as he smashed a vase with a ball it was too much. A piece of chinaware flew around and hit me near the eye. Since he was already naked on his own whim his bottom was easy to access. Though the few smacks weren't hard he stood there frozen with an expression of sheer surprise on his face until the waterworks turned on. He got over it quickly but what turned out to be the first spanking in his life had made an impression to the boy. Unfortunately for him little boys tend to forget fast and when he had a tantrum a few hours later his butt stung again. A report from Marcus that Luke had refused to do his homework properly before playtime was the last straw.

Marcus did his best to comfort the crying boy. Luke's bottom was still red from the third spanking within hours. Marcus explained patiently why Luke has been punished, what he should do better and so on. And he explained why the boys were slaves, what that meant and how they lived. Luke had long stopped crying and listened carefully. Not much older Marcus found the right words for Luke to understand what had puzzled the little boy for days. Marcus fought hard to suppress his tears as reflected his own story, especially as Luke's tears flew again in sorrow for the older boys and his brother in particular, but at the end both boys lay in their arms weeping. When Luke had cried himself into sleep Marcus slipped out of the bed to attend the daily reports.

I returned from a very long but successful meeting and found the house in business as usual. It was a good day right from the start, after I had enjoyed a night in company of my little lover. The client negotiated hard but eventually we got a contract that was going to be lucrative for both. It would cost me a lot of time to work everything out and I had to start immediately. It was Chris who happened to be in the hall and after helping me undressing I sent him out for a cup of tea. Ten minutes later, at exactly 16:30, he served the tea. He almost celebrated it and I found out that he had learned the art of tea making from his uncle who had worked as butler by some English gentry. The tea was delicious and Chris got his first fixed task, serving me tea every day at the same time.

At dinnertime Luke was nowhere to be found. I started to worry but eventually Sebastian told me he had found him and I followed him down to the punishment area. Walking down the stairs quickly was quite a problem with chained ankles so he simply jumped with both legs step by step; I could tell by his muffled yelps that it was anything than painless. Luke sat in a corner of the punishment area, his arms wrapped around his drawn up legs and his face between his knees. He must been cold in the unheated basement and he was crying. But I could see something else. Around his neck was a metal collar that used to hang on the wall. It was for decoration only since it was one of the first collars I had designed but didn't work properly. It was heavy and too big for the boy but not big enough to slip it over his head without unlocking it. And that was the problem. I sighed because I had no key for the lock, the code transmitter wasn't working anymore and I had thrown it away.

The boy babbled that he was sorry and he just wanted to know how it feels to wear a collar like a real slave. He winced as I touched him, he was clearly frightened. He lifted his head briefly only to see his brother giving him an 'I told you'-shrug. I weighed the options but there were not many. There was no way to open the lock without the right code and trying to cut the collar would only hurt the boy. All my collars would immediately deliver severe shocks to the wearer if someone tried to manipulate it. It was an old collar but the batteries were good for at least eight years and sitting right on the spine there was no need for much energy to send the signals out. It had been a real break through finding a way to stimulate the nerves that they would send out pain signals without being really hurt.

I had to build a new transmitter and hopefully the code was still stored in my databases. Luckily it was weekend so Luke didn't have to visit school the next day. However I had to deal with the fact that the boy was now wearing a collar and should be punished foolishness. The idea I eventually got was simple. The boy wanted to know what it was like to be a real slave so he would be one, at least until I got his collar off. Sending Sebastian away to call the boys down I roamed through the cabinets to find some cuffs that wouldn't be too loose for the boy's wrists and ankles. I had planned to take the boy out for some fun in the snow but now he was in for a special experience. When I heard the boys coming down I took my seat on the throne and ordered the boy to kneel in front of me. He didn't hesitate.

The slaves didn't know what to expect and gave each other a questioning look as they saw Luke kneeling in front of the throne with a collar around his neck, his head bowed. Quickly and silently they kissed my feet and lined up against the wall. Marcus stepped beside me and waited for orders. I could see he prepared to say something but cut it off as he caught my glance.

"Boys!" I addressed my slaves.

"This boy wanted to find out how it is being a slave. He locked a collar around his neck to get the feeling. Unfortunately he took the collar here from the wall."

Some of the boys took a sharp breath.

"As you know there is no key for it so we can't get it off right now. But since it was his whish he will learn to be a slave. Luke will be treated as a slave from now on. He will work under Marcus's and Jan's supervision. And he will be severely punished if he fails."

Luke let out a deep sob and the other boys looked at me with wide eyes. I gave them a wink and smiled. They were smart boys and realized I wasn't serious. I expected some of them having to pick a bone with the little boy but I trusted them not to go overboard. Luke was in to taste some of his own medicine. Marcus put the cuffs on the boy's arms and legs and looked shocked again as I asked for the branding iron.

"I'm going to mark you as my property now. All my boys are wearing this mark. It is burned into their skin forever!"

Marcus turned around to show his mark. Even a seven-year-old boy knows that 'burned into their skin' meant terrible pain. All colour drained from his face. Luke almost panicked and struggled as Marcus hugged him from front to hold him still. I looked at Sebastian. He had his eyes closed and was as white as his brother. By the way Sebastian clenched his fists I could tell he knew he should try to protect his little brother but knew also there was no way to do that. Like many slaves before him he had learned his powerlessness painfully. It was a lesson for life.

The boys took a sharp breath as the iron touched Luke's shoulder and the poor boy lost control over his bladder in fear. A golden stream ran over Marcus's legs. The expected scream didn't come and as I lifted the iron off Timo bit in his own arm to prevent bursting out in laughter. The emblem was clearly visible on Luke's shoulder, firmly stamped on in blue colour. I couldn't help myself and started laughing at the sight of the distressed little boy and one by one the boys joined in. At the end even Luke smiled through his tears.

Luke's first day as a slave was a big success – for the boys, not for him. He paid dearly for every liberty he had taken in the last days. The boys didn't hit him, only Jan smacked him twice lightly for disobedience. But they kept him busy, gave him chores he couldn't finish and made him look stupid. Even Nico had his share as he led the boy on a leash through the house; Luke shuffling on his knees with Nico holding the leash firmly between his teeth. Luke had walked Nico daily up and down the stairs, not caring about the difficulties the steps meant for the pet. The afternoon Luke spent reciting times tables, reading, writing and other school stuff for his age under the relentless tutoring of Marcus. Luke quickly learned to better knuckle into his work to avoid Marcus's ruler on the palm of his hands. On the other side Marcus found a way to explain things the boy didn't understand before. It was no wonder Luke fell asleep early, exhausted and frightened of what the Sunday would bring.

It was a long day for me too. I found the technical data of Luke's collar in my databases but not the key. I only knew it was a 16-bit code, what left us with only 65535 possibilities. The new collars had 32 bit codes with about 4 billion characters; too much to find out by trial and error. But since the code had to be transmitted to the collar it could take a very long time to open the lock. I had to build a transmitter and then send the codes out. Of course it wasn't as simple as that but that should be enough to know. I had noticed Chris was loitering outside my office since he served my tea. Surely he had seen what I was working and was now nosy to see more. I leaned back while I played with Julian's nose ring. Julian was on his usual place under my desk; his neck fixed to the table and with a ring gag in his mouth from which my cock had just slipped out.

Chris was a bit strange. He had sometimes difficulties to follow easy orders but would remember almost everything he saw. He could hardly write five words without mistakes but would estimate the length of a piece of wood almost to the millimetre. He often stumbles over not existing obstacles but would work to sheer exhaustion. I doubted he could find Moscow on a map but had solved a problem with my PDA that hat peeved me for months within a minute. If asked something he wouldn't say a word more than necessary but could chat endlessly about the newest computers. Generally he was a slave you could easily overlook. I often didn't see him the whole day; he kept his head down and toiled away. Only when one of his chores wasn't done his absence was recognised, as it happened the day after his circumcision. He was certainly worth the money I had paid for him but I didn't know why, I still couldn't love him like I loved the other boys.

I called the boy in. Chris felt caught and blushed while he shuffled into my office. He dropped on his knees and got into the attention position. As all my boys Chris was trained enough to assume the required positions automatically. To give him time to feel uncomfortable I ignored the boy. Every slave needs to be reminded of his status and letting him wait was one way to do so. Of course all boys were used to such humiliation and so Chris waited patiently but nervously. I fed Julian with my cock again and tried to recalculate the code settings again. I knew I had made a mistake and I had to find it before I could continue. Time went by quickly and what I had expected to be barely ten minutes turned out as more then thirty.

"Now, what did you want, slave?"

I leaned back, not able to find the error in my program code. Chris flinched being addressed so suddenly.

"Master, I 3; I 3; Maybe I could help, Master?" he stammered.

As I said earlier I knew the boy had some skills but I couldn't see where he would be helpful in this case. Sensing my reluctance he added:

"Master, would you please look at a website, Master?"

The way he asked had made me curious and I called the site up. Looking at the contents I was quite surprised. Under the title 'Robot-Chris' a detailed construction plan of a robot was available, with images and description. The boy who actually built the robot on the images was undeniable young Chris. On the last page he stood beside a R2D2-style robot with several arms. Looking at the date I realized it was just a week before the boy was enslaved.

"Nice toy." I said. "Who built it for you? Your father or someone else?"

"I did it alone!"

His response sounded quite upset. He even gave me an angry glance for a second or two before he caught himself.

"Master, I'm sorry Master. It's just everyone asked me that. But I really did it alone, even the electronics. Dad just helped me welding the metalwork together, Master."

I could see he was deadly serious about that; even more as he held his hands out bravely. He knew he had stepped over the line and would be punished. Being not good at taking punishments his hands slightly shook but he didn't draw them back as my whip landed on his palms. Tears stood in his eyes immediately but he kept his hands in place.

"Stand up" I ordered him.

He jumped on his feet and went into attention position.

"You know what I need. Show me what you can do, slave."

Intimidated by the brisk order his legs shook slightly as he turned to my desk, presenting me his backside. I had slipped backwards with my chair, pulling my cock out of Julian's mouth. Chris looked at the screen and took a sheet of paper for some notes. He flinched as the tip of my whip found his way into the crack between the two mounds of his bottom but didn't stop his work.

Jan sat quietly and watched the two boys in front of him while softly stroking the little boy's hair. He had wrapped sleeping Luke into one of the two blankets they had and held him on his lap. He felt relaxed and content since the little boy had fallen asleep. Before he had felt tired and overworked, something he couldn't understand since the day wasn't that hard. As he caressed the boy's cheeks he let his thoughts wander. It occurred to Jan that he hadn't seen Chris for several hours and he already missed him. Jan had still difficulties to admit to himself that the boy had become special to him. He wondered if he should go and find him but decided against it. Jan only hoped that Chris wasn't in trouble with their Master but he knew Chris rarely was. Thinking of Chris Jan's cock responded and the youth winced as the spikes of his new cock cage bit in his newly exposed cock head.

Since Marcus was outside walking the pet the only other boys in the room were Sebastian and Timo. The boys were free to play in that quiet time between feeding and sleep time but none of the two used some of the old toys their Master had brought and allowed to play with. Sebastian was already secured by a chain between his collar and an eyebolt in the wall as part of his punishment. Jan considered the boy as incredibly lucky. Though the welts and bruises were still visible on Sebastian's skin and his nipple wasn't healed yet, he was still alive. Not many slaves would have survived such a stunt, Jan knew very well. He also knew that he was extremely lucky himself as he was bought by such a caring Master. Sebastian lay on the floor, resting his head on his left arm, with his back to Jan. Timo was lying close to his friend, facing Sebastian. Both boys were crying silently though Jan guessed Timo just shared his friend's general misery.

Jan found the boy cute in his blue pull-up diaper with a teddy bear on its front. He knew Timo hated them but Jan thought he knew the Master well enough to expect the boy not to lose the diapers soon. The older teen blushed as he realized how much the thought of little Timo, lying in a crib with a pacifier in his mouth, had aroused him. Again he winced as the spikes dug into the sensitive skin of his penis. Jan still felt a certain sadness, as if he lost something important, when he thought of his circumcision, but since his Master had never hurt him without reason he accepted it as necessary. But his glans hadn't adjusted to its newly exposed status and was still as sensitive as before what made the spikes even worse. Jan watched silently as Timo brought his face slowly closer to Sebastian's. The oldest slave smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep just as Timo's lips found the smooth counterparts of Sebastian.

I had no idea where the boy could have learned that but as I awoke in the early morning sitting in my chair Chris knelt beside me, head down, waiting. But on the desk was waiting an operational transmitter as I found out quickly. Not only had he fixed the error in the program code, he also had modified the transmitter. I checked it twice but it still worked perfectly. All we could do was to put the device to work and wait until the lock would, hopefully, open. Until then, Luke would remain a slave.

The next days passed by but nothing happened. Of course Luke couldn't go to school with a collar and was reported sick. He stayed at home and was included in the daily routines with all consequences. It was frustrating and a very dull mood spread through the house; all boys became increasingly impatient. Even Marcus's behaviour had changed and he was often frustrated, except at night in my bed, when he was as cheerful as ever. It was obvious that something was wrong but I couldn't find out. I became tired of the punishments I had to dish out frequently so I punished harder and harder but the effect was quite the opposite. It was clear where this spiral would lead to but I had no idea how to stop.

On Friday morning I had just invited Timo to a trip over my lap with his diapers around his ankles when Marcus announced a visitor. We didn't have many visitors since I don't want my clients to come to me so I had no idea who the visitor might be. It surprised me even more since I hadn't heard the door signal. The man that entered the living room looked every bit average; nevertheless he had an aura of power I never felt before. Poor Timo crashed to the floor as I stood up, completely forgetting the boy lying on my lap. Jan, who stood close, quickly grabbed the boy's ankle and pulled him away.

"Russel Targ," the man introduced himself as we shook hands.

"You are Mihail Alexandrov?"

I nodded and offered a seat.

"Please excuse my invasion in your lovely home, Sir. But if you would spend a few moments I can explain."

Not really waiting for an answer he continued.

"Well, Mr. Alexandrov, simply said I'm a psychologist. My special subject is parapsychology. And that's the reason why I'm here, Sir. As I passed through this village I sensed a strong mind, as we say. It's a young mind, but powerful. And this mind led me to you, Sir."

Chapter 37
Visitors

"I can see you aren't surprised. So you must know already. I'd like to talk to that 3; boy, I guess," the man said while scanning the boys with his eyes.

Sebastian, who would have been the next in line after Timo's punishment, lost all colour and tried to hide behind Jan but the older slave stood no nonsense. Sebastian winced under the firm grip at his shoulders.

"Why?" I simply asked.

"May I ask if you had some headache lately?"

I nodded. It didn't really matter to me since I often had a light pain in my head but looking back I had to admit it had occurred more often the last days.

"And I guess your boys here became increasingly difficult to handle?"

Again the strange visitor was right.

"Then let me try something, please."

He closed his eyes and put his fingers to his temples. Suddenly I felt as if a huge weight was taken from my head. It was as if something had compressed my brain and was now wiped away. From the noise around I could tell the boys had a similar experience. I must have looked comically because as the man opened his eyes he chuckled a bit.

"I see it worked. Unfortunately it won't last very long."

"What happened?"

"As I said, you have a very strong mind in this house. But it's an untrained mind. It broadcasts its emotions uncontrolled. Right now the mind is angry and frustrated but also lonely and scared. That's always a dangerous combination. You must know, Sir, that although most people don't believe in these things, parapsychology is a fact. There are lots of people with different abilities; most of them doesn't even know the have. But only very few minds are as strong as the mind I'm sensing here."

While he talked Chris had entered the room carrying a glass of water. He approached the man, bowed and held the glass out. The man took it and Chris walked away. The man smiled sheepishly.

"Please excuse my impertinence, Sir. It's kind of a habit. But as you see, it works. Don't be angry with the boy, he will not remember anything."

Taking a sip of the water he looked again at the three boys beside me. I was too perplexed to say a word.

"Most people learn to shield their minds unconsciously during their school days like a body learns to deal with pathogens by exposure. So you don't feel much more than occasional headaches. But I guess these boys here weren't exposed enough to shield themselves. They got the full load and simply couldn't deal with it. That's why they acted irritatingly. It's not their fault, Sir. But for their sake and for the mind itself he needs to learn to control his abilities. Otherwise he could hurt other people and most probably will get hurt himself. I managed to block that mind right now but it won't last, I'm afraid."

Sebastian shook like aspen leaf now and would have dropped to the floor if Jan hadn't held him up. All eyes were set on him. Mr. Targ followed the lead, closed his eyes but shook his head immediately.

"I'm sorry, Sir. This boy has no telepathy abilities at all. But as I sense his mind is completely unprotected. He can easily be manipulated."

The door burst open and little Luke stormed into the room, followed by Marcus who had obviously tried to catch him. Seeing the room was occupied Marcus stopped, turned as pale as possible and dropped to his knees. Luke slowed down too, his expression changed from happy over confused to curious. The visitor had closed his eyes again and seemed completely focused. Luke approached the man, tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes too. The room was completely silent apart from some heavy breathing. Mr. Targ opened his eyes for a brief moment, looked at me and suddenly I heard Luke lively chatting, inspired by occasional questions from the man. But as I looked at them, none of them moved his lips.

Sebastian sat in a corner of the slave cell and bawled his eyes out. Timo knelt next to him and tried to comfort his friend but with little success. I had the boy sitting in my lap several times too but Sebastian needed more time to get over the second and final loss of his family. Barbara and Thomas couldn't find together again and had split. She had found a new partner somewhere in the Mediterranean and stayed there. Thomas had picked up little Luke and moved into a community of people with similar abilities like those that his son had. Of course it was a big surprise for Thomas too but long talks with Mr. Targ and further tests of Luke's powers convinced everyone that it was the best for the boy. Unfortunately it was an eight-hour drive to get there. It was not an easy parting for anyone.

Mr. Targ had convinced me that Sebastian had just followed his brother's telepathic orders. The boy and I were relieved; Sebastian because he wasn't a 'freak' and I because the boy wasn't longer a threat. After Mr. Targ had learned Luke wasn't really a slave and we just waited for the collar to open he had closed his eyes and with a click the collar fell off. It was only when Marcus' collar slipped to the floor later that day we learned that not only Luke's collar had been unlocked. But without saying anything he took his collar, knelt down before me, put the collar back around his neck and simply clicked it shut before kissing my feet. Tears stood in my eyes when one by one the boys checked their collars and made sure they were locked again.

After Luke was gone the boys quickly settled back into routine. All but Sebastian. Until then there had always been a spark of hope he would be able to return to his family some day. Now the family didn't exist anymore and he even lost the 'connection' he had with his baby brother. And to him it was entirely his fault. Almost the complete progress he had made since he awoke from his drug coma was wiped out within a couple of hours. He cried all day, freaked out at least twice a day and wouldn't stay alone even for seconds. But since we went through this before I was confident to bring him back on line a second time. Timo seemed to have a calming effect on Sebastian so he was paired up with him most of the time. It was not a happy time and punishments were frequent.

With the spring in full blow things became somewhat easier. There was a lot of work to do outside and the boys' time was fully occupied with tending the garden and lawns. Jan held the boys at short reins, especially Sebastian, but also did a lot of talking to him. It was Jan's suggestion that Sebastian should be milked at least weekly. He even had worked out, together with Chris, a modified programme for the machine that was less painful and more relaxing, nevertheless still draining. Of course he always went first before staying with the younger boy during the whole procedure. Jan came up with the idea after the vet had suggested castrating Sebastian in order to calm him down, something I rejected immediately but nevertheless saw the reason behind the suggestion. Though the hormones were still produced Sebastian turned out much easier to handle after a milking and therefore it worked.

About everything that had happened we had almost forgotten Ahmed and Hassan until one evening we got a message they would visit right the next day. The word spread quickly and the boys were excited to see a real prince. Soon they were bustling around, almost turning the house into complete chaos instead of cleaning it up. It took lots of efforts for Jan to sort everything out while I kept Marcus with me for some serious talk. When it was time to hit the bed we both were too agitated to find sleep quickly. Julian wasn't available to play with since he was on stretching exercise. He was already able to do the split but I wanted a little bit more. Surely the exercises were painful but in spite of his tears his little cock was as rigid as possible.

So it came handy when Jan came to report all boys sleeping. I don't think the youth realised what happened to him before Marcus had pinned him down on the bed by sitting on his chest and holding his legs up while I pushed my cock, wet from Marcus' spit, into his rear hole. Jan gave Marcus a mock fight and moaned when my cock touched his special point, especially when his own prick tried to respond but was quickly stopped by its spiked cage. Nevertheless he quickly got into the play and pulled Marcus' groin closer to his mouth. Methodically he teased the younger slave's perineum with his tongue. It was clear he didn't want to be the only one who suffered from a denied erection. Marcus cried out when his little willie started to rise but was held down unmercifully by the small chain. He threw his head back and gave me so a perfect target for my kisses.

Jan was a natural fuck toy; he had learned how to please his master's cock. The way he could work his muscles was unique; sometimes I came within seconds. Jan didn't care he couldn't get off himself, he just enjoyed the sensations my cock sent to his body and since he didn't really know what an orgasm was like he didn't miss it. I had tried once to bring him over the edge without letting him become hard but the boy couldn't manage, the cage did its job perfectly. Marcus on the other hand knew exactly what he was denied to have. He would like to be allowed to climax but since his body wasn't much hormone driven yet he didn't feel the urge so much. What the boy really needed was being touched by the man he loved more than everything in the world. He carved for body contact, something he didn't have after his parents had died. Marcus didn't even mind anymore being fondled in front of others as long as it was his master who did it.

And Marcus was a kisser. As soon as our lips met he melted. Jan felt it too so he took over holding is own legs up. Marcus had clasped his arms around my neck, dedicated not letting me go. I must have stopped trusting into the rear of my teenage boy because I felt him clasping his muscles tighter while moaning silently. When I looked up I met his eyes. I could read sort of happiness and contentedness but also pleading. He pushed his bottom slightly towards me, giving me another hint he wanted me to continue. That was as far as the boy would ever dare to go. It was drilled deeply into the boy's mind that only the master's pleasure mattered, not the slave's. But I had no intention to deprive Jan of the little pleasure he could get by being stuffed with my cock so I pushed it deep into his anus, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from the boy.

Well, I should have seen it coming. Marcus had begged me to let their cocks free by whispering in my ear and of course I refused. After I shot my load I lay down to recover. Marcus, who knew he could take some liberties in my bed, started his revenge right there. And being in charge of all slaves, he only needed a snapped command to make Jan joining in. They straddled me so I couldn't move and took turns in sucking and stroking my poor cock and balls. Helplessly I was pinned to my own bed by my own slaves and milked dry mercilessly. The didn't stop before I came again twice and not a single drop of my man juice was left inside my balls. Of course I could have stopped them at any time, but though it was hurting at the end I enjoyed their teamed administration. And certainly the last word in that matter wasn't spoken then, but I could wait. We all fell to sleep eventually, little Marcus in the middle with his head on both Jan's and my arms, still smiling.

Just before noon everything was ready. Timo was putting the last touches to a healthy lunch, simple but nevertheless suitable for a teenage prince. He looked so cute in diaper and apron, but I could see it embarrassed him still big time. The boys had brought the house into a decent shape and then scrubbed themselves thoroughly. Their hair had been trimmed with a clipper at level one and their collars polished so they were really fine looking slave boys. Nico got a freshly brushed tail, fur covered mitts and pointed ear caps and was together with Marcus out on the gate waiting for the car to arrive. Marcus was dressed in his blue tunic and the socks and sandals of his school outfit. To me he was the hottest little slave I had ever seen.

The day had started well. Jan had made the boys working straight forward without any problems, until unwanted visitors interrupted the preparations. It was the first of these kinds of people since I got my new boys so they didn't know they should have sent them away immediately. Of course the man knew what he was doing was illegal so he was very nervous. That was quite good because it reduced the possibility of him being a decoy. The government made sure it got its share of the slave market by limiting the slave trade to the authorities. Private sales were possible but had taxes as double as in the official slave centres. If you knew the right people, the merchandise didn't need to pass the centre but the sale would officially be done by them in order to save money. That's the way I sold my last boys. But there were always attempts to dodge the authorities, mostly by people in desperate need of money. Black markets did exist, of course; nevertheless the man in front of me wouldn't know where to look for it.

I knew trash when I see it and that was once of theses species. He was poorly groomed he smelled of cheap alcohol and tobacco. The man was running the stairways to hell down fast. The bundle of child he dragged behind was dirty, dressed in clothes that were once expensive but now only rags. The kid had short hair and I couldn't say whether it was a boy or girl but whatever it was, it had seen better days. I sighed, knowing what was coming. Ignoring his outstretched hand I told him bluntly I wasn't interested no matter what he was going to offer. But he didn't give up so easily. Pulling the kid forward he mauled her clothes off, leaving a little girl standing naked in front of me. The girl, he called her Maria, cried but otherwise stood still and made no attempt to cover herself. Before I could say anything the man slapped the back of her head and she began to show off herself. Maria trusted her groin out, pulling the lips of her pussy apart. Then she turned around, bent over and spread her bottom cheeks. I needed only a brief look to see the girl wasn't a virgin in both holes anymore. The display continued with several poses.

The man described himself as the father of the ten-year-old girl and praised her as obedient slut. The girl's eyes were as empty as could be but she flinched as I reached out to touch her cheek. I gently wiped her tears away and continued to caress her soft skin. She had no tattoo so she clearly wasn't a legal slave and her father had no right to pimp her out. Her rips were clearly outlined beneath her pale skin. Maria would have been quite a pretty girl with a little more care and food. But she was on the unlucky side of life now and there was little I could do for her. I wasn't into girls at all but that didn't mean I didn't care. She was not a slave so she had rights. There were only few places that would provide some help and maybe it was worth trying. But with a father like the asshole standing in my room she would likely end up as slave anyway. At least, unknown to him, he would go first. Distracting him with a drink I sent a message to the slave authorities. I knew they would respond fast.

I was no fan of the authorities but cooperating with them right from the beginning had established some pretty good connections that had helped me already several times. Without these connections I probably wouldn't have been able to buy any of my boys let alone to rescue Sebastian. Furthermore I really hated people who tried to get rid of their children for their own benefit. To kill the time I feigned interest und began to check the girl thoroughly. Apart from the obvious traces of repeated rape she seemed to be unharmed though underfed and neglected. It must have been weeks since she had the last proper bath. I told the man I needed to see her cleaned up and ordered Jan to take her to the bathroom. Her father didn't care, he had drowned his drink and was waiting for a second one. Jan, who had made the call to the slave authorities, though it had scared the shit out of him, knew exactly what to do. He picked Maria up and brought her ear close to his mouth. Immediately he started to whisper. The girl reacted quickly and by the time the left the room she held on him for dear life.

The price the man wanted was ridiculous but I kept him talking as every word was recorded. The judge would be happy and the man's faith was practically sealed. He would be one of the first adults to be convicted by the new law, introduced just a couple of weeks earlier. The children were first, now it was the adult's turn to become enslaved for their crimes. That was, by the way, another reason for keeping the authorities happy. The problem was, once the father was enslaved and the mother not available, the girl would end up in an orphanage. But only few of the kids in these establishments would find new parents or were lucky enough to reach the legal age before the period of two years, after that the kids would be handed over to the slave authority, was over. In fact, most of the state run orphanages were just outlet stores for child slaves. To pretend the state was caring for his wards the kids wouldn't be auctioned but sold only to private buyers. I knew some brothel managers; I didn't want to know how many 'private' deals they made.

It was a rather swift affair. The man was too stunned to struggle with the cops. The inspector thanked me for the recording and left. A woman of the social welfare arrived and took little Maria over. The girl looked much better cleaned up and dressed in shirt and shorts the officer had brought. She was scared but went to the waiting car without fuss. The woman assured her everything would become better now, I just hoped it wouldn't turn out as a lie. The girl got a last view of her father before the car drove off. The police was ready to go as Marcus announced happily the approaching car of Ahmed and Hassan. I went up to the street, giving the police a short wave, and saw the boy was right. Of course the boys knew roughly what had happened but they knew better than to ask for details. They were just happy that the slave authority wasn't here for one of them.

The large Mercedes came slowly down the hill. Something was wrong. The car almost bounced from left to right and it generally came from the wrong direction. Suddenly the car accelerated. Marcus must have sensed something too because he turned his head and looked at me questioningly. The engine roared and when the car was about 50 metres [150 foot] away it turned right and crashed into a huge tree. There was a big bang followed by stunning silence. Marcus headed to the car before I could react. He had made about 20 metres [60 foot] when the car literally burst. It was like slow motion to me. The doors popped out, followed by a big fireball. The car jumped high in the air. I had tried to catch the boy but it was too late. I was hit by the blow and thrown backwards. Everything went black when my head banged onto the asphalt.

38 The Heritage

Just as I heard the faint sound of sirens someone shouted "Master!"

"Master, are you well, Master?"

Jan asked as he knelt down beside me, heavily panting. Suddenly my memory was back and I sat up. The pain was not as bad as before but still I needed several seconds to adjust. I had managed to get on my knees as something hit me on my chest, almost made me drop over again. Recovering from the shock I felt thin arms clutching my neck and a shivering body pressing against me. A long heartbreaking wail followed by a deep sob reached my ear right before I felt a wet cheek touching mine. Slightly curled hair tickled my nose but that didn't matter. Though covered with scratches and bruises my, little love was alive!

Looking across the street I saw the burning wreck and knew nobody could have survived inside. As the rescue services arrived, I sent the boys inside but kept Marcus in my arms; he wouldn't let me go anyway. The fire brigade worked quickly and soon reported two burned bodies to the police: a man and obviously a boy. I couldn't hold back my own emotions any longer and lost it. The medics gave me a shot and examined Marcus and declared him as practically unharmed but told us to rest a while. We returned to our house where I fell on my bed, bawling like a kid, just as Marcus did beside me. The shot did its job and we drifted into sleep quickly.

Hours later the police had their question answered. They had identified Ahmed without doubt and said he had been seen driving away with a boy named Hassan that would fit the second body although it was too heavily burned for identifying. Police didn't know why the car exploded but said the people inside were instantly dead so they didn't have to suffer. I certainly grieved for Ahmed but, as he had said, he would have died eventually. But young Hassan was a terrible loss. I told the police to inform the embassy and I would contact his family myself.

Only Marcus knew the prince and his mentor but he had talked so much about the boy every little slave was awfully sad. I wondered what would happen to the black slave boys up in the castle. Surely they learned already what had happened from the police but of course they couldn't stay there by themselves. I couldn't get a working phone line to Ahmed's family so I had to postpone the call. It was already dark outside and the living room was sparely lit by the fireplace. I stared into the flames and was lost in thoughts. Unconsciously I stroked the back of Marcus who had curled into a ball in my lap and was still silently crying.

Marcus winced from time to time when I touched one of the bruises or scratches on his body but otherwise remained silent. There was not much else I could for him than giving him the time to cry. He had met Hassan only briefly but somehow had attached instantly to the prince. I had seen the awe in Marcus' eyes whenever Hassan was mentioned. It was not only awe for a prince but also awe of a very intelligent mind that eventually had found his match. Marcus still got his work sheets from the teacher but I knew that wasn't a real challenge for him. But there wasn't much I could do, he was a slave.

The pile of wood in the fireplace collapsed and in that moment I thought I felt a short breeze and a movement of the curtain. Marcus must have felt something too because he had lifted his head slightly and was looking around with red eyes. Suddenly a light appeared in the middle of the room and shortly afterwards I could see a figure forming. When the shapes became clearer the figure turned out to be Hassan. I was too perplexed to look after the source of the holographic type projection.

"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."

I heard the young voice I would recognize as long as I live.

"Mr. Michael 3;" the projection continued but hesitated.

"Uncle Michael 3;" the boy corrected with a sheepish smile as we had agreed some time ago he would call me.

"My father and I are really sorry you had to see what you saw today. We found no other solution; I had to die so I can live. When you see this everything has worked. I'm alive and safe."

Marcus looked at me disbelievingly but returned his face immediately as the boy in the projection continued.

"Ahmed chose to go and our oldest boy went with him. Our enemies planted a bomb under the car, luckily we found it early. The man you knew as our butler was out security specialist; he defused the bomb and set it new."

Hassan lost his composure and started to cry.

"The situation is too difficult to explain. Ahmed says he would die anyway and it would be better to go quickly. His favourite boy says he would follow him wherever he would go so he is the one who scarifies himself for me."

Ahmed stepped beside the boy. He looked terrible and had difficulty standing.

"As you may have guessed, my friend, this is a recording. I would have only a few more weeks, filled with agony. No, it is better to do this as long I can do. Believe me, it is the best."

Hassan continued.

"I will look forward to see you again when times are better. Until then this must be our secret. Thank you for everything you have done. Ahmed has arranged everything. What we owned here now belongs to you. May Allah be with you."

And like in an old James-Bond-movie the projector destroyed itself with a bang. I don't know how long I sat there. My emotions were in turmoil. Of course I was glad Hassan was still alive but Ahmed was gone and they had killed an innocent boy too. Eventually everything mixed together and Marcus and I held each other while crying for hours.

With very mixed feelings I stood at the gate of the castle. True to the boy's words a lawyer had called first thing in the morning. I was indeed the new owner of the Castle Estate with all accessories. Marcus hid behind me; I could feel his body trembling. Jan held the leash of Nico. Only Marcus knew about everything; the other boys still believed the prince had died in the accident but had been told I inherited the castle.. Though they were sorry for the prince the boyish curiosity quickly won and Jan and Nico were fidgeting in anticipation. Now, as we stood at the gatehouse, jaws dropped to their chests.

Pulling Marcus to the front I whispered in his ears.

"Be brave. I know there are memories. That's nothing bad. I'll be with you."

And for everyone to hear:

"Marcus, bring us into our new house!"

Marcus braced himself and went ahead to open the gate. I could see he was still shaking as if something terrible would happen when he entered the estate where dead people had lived. But he bravely unlocked the heavy gate and strained to push it open. He dropped to his knees and bowed when I passed, then he jumped up and shut the gate. I could hear his little bare feet padding on the concrete when he passed and ran ahead to the front door. It was a long curved driveway up to the main house, flanked by a neatly trimmed lawn with flowers, bushes and trees. I could see a worried look on Jan's face, he probably wondered about the amount of work to keep the garden that way.

I whistled to Marcus and indicated we would first look around the estate before entering the house. A gravelled walkway went to the side of the impressive manor house and I enjoyed the early sunrays. Nico didn't enjoy it right then because Jan held his leash short so he had to crawl on the gravel. As we passed an old tree I broke a stick. Signalling Jan to take the leash off I threw the stick wide into the green. For a split second Nico rolled his eyes but then he darted off. First he was off the gravel and in the soft grass and second he knew better than to fall out of his role. He was a boy pet so if I wanted him to fetch sticks he would fetch sticks, it was even fun as he found out.

We stayed some time in the sun and Marcus and Jan took their turn in throwing the stick for the little pet. Finally as Nico was drenched in sweat and heavily panting we went on. Without a leash he stayed touching my leg; smiling at me as I patted his head. He enjoyed the attention he received. But suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. His body shivered like an aspen leaf and every drop of blood had been drained not only from his face but from his whole body. I had no idea what was wrong so I followed the direction he faced. But all I could see were the old sheds and stables. And, as I suddenly realized, a doghouse. An idea crossed my mind. I started to go along but Nico didn't follow. Irritated I was about to give an order when Marcus stepped beside the boy and whispered in Nico's ears. The boy shivered even more and tears ran down his face but he trotted forward unsteadily.

"Master, I'm sorry Master. Nico is terribly afraid of dogs. He had once watched a girl almost bitten to death by a pit-bull, Master. Most times he can cope with his fear but sometimes not, Master."

"What did you say to him? You know better then to whisper in front of your master!"

Marcus stood on his toes as I pulled his ear.

"Master, I'm sorry Master. I told him to be brave since you won't let anything happen to him, Master." the boy said sheepishly.

Patting Marcus' head I squatted in front of Nico and took his head between my hands.

"A big and strong boy pet as you shouldn't be afraid of a mere dog, Nico. You are the best boy pet a master can have. Nobody will do you any harm. Beside, there had been no dog here for years."

Through his tears Nico smiled weakly.

"Now let's look whether this place is suitable for my little doggy, o.k.?"

Nico blinked twice and tried to wag his tail.

Entering the house was a big surprise. Gone was the dark and opulent Arabian style. The house was as bright as possible for an old manor and newly furnished. Everything was modern style but still cosy and warm and fitted well into the old walls; I couldn't have done it better. I had liked the old style but there would have been too many memories. They would come anyway but probably were easier to deal with a new look. But the biggest surprise waited in what was used to be Hassan's room. The room was refurbished too and set up as the master's bedroom. And right in the middle of the room, next to the huge bath tub, knelt three boys, all of them as black as coal.

One of them held an envelope addressed to me.

"Dear Uncle Mike!

Though I know this must me very hard for you I hope you will accept our gift. We have turned the house into something Ahmed thought you might like. I hope you will be happy here. Sometimes, when things are better, we will meet again but until then there is no use for grief.

You have a fine bunch of boys. I know from little Marcus you love them and they love you more than you can imagine. They know exactly what you gave them. They need you and you need them. But they're young and for running the estate you will need more help.

Three boys had volunteered to stay with you. All of them are in their best years. You know about their tradition. They have no names, they were silenced when born and they will die before they become adults. But be assured, they are happy.

I suggest you let them run the house. They cook well and will keep everything tidy and clean. Relax and enjoy your life with your boys, you deserve this.

Thank you for everything.

Hassan"

Those were hectic weeks. We didn't move very much since the manor was fully furnished and equipped. Just clothes and personal things, not that the boys had any. Chris took care of the whole computer system and to my surprise later everything worked perfectly after he set it up. The boy even tested the slave control system with his own collar which earned him quite a lashing from Marcus for endangering himself but also praise and a backrub from me. But until then there was still almost a week to go.

Julian's task was to pack the punishment equipment. He took every strap, whip and paddle, oiled it carefully and put it into the crates almost lovingly. The chains, clamps and weights followed equally treated. Those were his toys, the tools that brought him pain and pleasure. Timo collected all the plugs, dildos and other sex toys he knew I used to play with the other boys. The boy wondered how all this might feel, since after almost a year as my slave he was still a virgin and wasn't plugged.

Some things would be moved later, some not at all. The punishment frame would stay there; the boy milker would need a lot of work to transfer it to the castle. The boxes and crates would be collected by a removal company so after packing we were ready to leave. It was a strange feeling to abandon the house I had built and lived in for so many years but I was also excited to move into a big manor. I couldn't believe it but I didn't inherit only the castle but a bank account with enough money to live in luxury for the rest of my life.

Secretly I had ordered some more features to be set up for my boys. I had now enough space to play every wicked game that crossed my mind and some of the boys were about to find out. The three black boys, I called them simply One, Two and Three, were indeed capable of running the house with only a little help so my boys would be available for a lot of fun without neglecting their chores. I was sure Jan would find something to keep them busy anyway.

The black boys had been kept in a big cell in the basement and would stay there until I knew them better. Marcus was placed in my bedroom as usual. Julian would eventually get his own dungeon; until then a cage was waiting for him in my room too. Jan and Chris would be placed in a small chamber adjoining the hall. Chris would be the janitor and Jan would be in charge of everything. Nico had finally entered his new domicile, the doghouse. It was his to sleep there in summer and was big enough to stretch his limbs. Chris would make it a little bit more comfortable and secure. Of course Nico was free to stroll around the estate and enter the house through the back door, there wouldn't be chains. I knew none of the boys would try to run away, not after what had happened to Sebastian and Luke. Nevertheless the security system would be set up quickly.

Sebastian and Timo would get their own room too but none of them knew what was in store for them. It had been in my mind since that day in my friends' house. The boy had looked so cute and adorable I simply couldn't resist. Luckily I had the right friends to make it happen. When the day arrived when we finally moved to the castle, all boys were excited. Apart from Marcus, Jan and Nico, who had accompanied me at the first visit, none of the boys had seen the castle before. The new house meant a change in their life of lowly servants, even if it meant more work. So they bounced around the old house until I called them for departure. The night before all boys had slept chained up in the old slave cell, as a reminder of what they were.

The boys were lined up in a row, with Marcus at the first and Jan at the last place. Each boy carried a deliberately heavy back bag so he had really to strain during the walk. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs and their necks connected with chains. The boys groaned under the weight and didn't really understand why that had to be. But it was for their own good not to look like being on a fun trip. We probably would meet people they knew on our way and the bags would allow the boys to keep their heads down. In the opinion of most people slaves had to work hard and when they saw the boys' straining there wouldn't be room for further humiliation. It was Jan who came up with that idea; 'out of experience' he had said.

It worked though even Jan had cursed himself for the idea. The boys were lugging half their own weights and the spring sun was burning down. All boys ended up with several marks from the whip on their butts and thighs, even Nico, who had teary eyes from the long crawling on asphalt, though he wore mittens and kneepads. Nevertheless the only comments they got on their way were approvals of their treatment; nothing to cheer the boys up too. They hardly noticed when they passed the gates of the castle and rounded the house until they reached a shed where they could drop their bags. Freed from the chains the boys dropped down too; I didn't mind to let them rest a few minutes while my thoughts wandered starring at the big house.

When I came back to reality I found the boys waiting, still a bit wet after Jan had hosed them down with cool and fresh water. But their energy was renewed and so they were ready to enter their new home. To say they were impressed would be an understatement. The house was huge from outside but when they stood in the big hall more than one jaw hit a chest. The three black slaves had worked hard to meet my expectations but they passed with flying colours. They had redecorated some walls, painted some others and everything was bright and shiny. It was a good start into their new life as my slaves. They were trained to serve their master from the time they made their first steps and knew nothing different. On the other hand the life of my other slaves would focus even more to one single task: my pleasure.

Chris beamed as he learned he would share a room with Jan, even though the room was small and windowless. The room was big enough to hold the frame of wooden planks that was the boys' bed, fitted with some blankets and a hay-filled mattress. That may sound Spartan, but for a slave it was luxury. We went through the living room, the master's bedroom, the dining hall and most of the other rooms in the house before we got to another bedroom next to mine. Timo had been put back in his diaper once we entered the house. He was the first to enter the room followed by me and the other boys. When the lights went on Timo flinched and made a step back. Right in front of him was a strange bed. It looked like a crib but more than twice in size. Next to it was a playpen and a diaper changing table, all sized for a very big baby boy. Tears welled in his eyes as Timo realized who that baby boy would be.

39 Forever Young

"And it's guaranteed to work?" I asked my guest.

"Well Sir, there are always some risks but if 99% success is sort of a guarantee to you, then yes," the man in the white suit answered.

"And how long could it be delayed?"

"That depends on the age of starting and, of course, every body reacts differently. We had our breakthrough about fifteen years ago. Since then we have perfected the technology."

He waved two boys, who had knelt beside the door, towards him. Without being told they stripped off their shorts and shirts. Then they approached me, bowed deeply and stood there in front of me with their hands on their heads, legs slightly spread. The first one was about thirteen or fourteen, slender but with developing muscles. He had some pubic hair and genitals of average size. The other was about ten or eleven, completely prepubescent and without any body hair. I guessed they were related by their looks.

"These specimens are No. 14 and No. 15. You can see that they are brothers. But they are not only brothers, they are twins. In fact No. 15 is two hours older than No. 14."

"But 3;" I started to ask.

"We keep them that way to demonstrate the effects of the two different ways to use our product. Both boys had started to get their weekly dose at the age of eight years. No. 15 got the usual injections and No. 14 got the pills. As you can see the pills are easier to administer but far from the good results of injections. I think No. 14 will be able to cum in a year or two if we keep his dose as it is. The sperm development is even slower than the growth."

"How old are the boys, 16?" I asked, sipping at a glass of juice.

"No Sir, they turned 21 last week."

I almost swallowed the juice the wrong way. I stared at the boys in disbelief. My hand ran over the smooth skin of No. 15.

"Both boys receive our phase three products. If we continue with that I think No. 15 will have his first wet dream at the age of about thirty. With the new phase five products I think we could keep him prepubescent until forty."

The boy winced. I cleared my throat.

"It seems you have found the key to everlasting youth. Why doesn't everyone take your stuff?"

"Well Sir, first of all, it is not legal to use it on humans. Gene manipulation is a difficult science; not everyone is content with what we are doing. So we don't advertise and offer our services only to selected customers like you. Second, it is quite expensive and, third, you have to start early, at least before puberty starts. Fourth I will not hide the fact that there are some risks. Sadly we had lost two or three specimens during the first stage of treatment, although none in the last ten years. Some boys seem to be prone to sickness. Injuries may heal slower. And, of course, we do not know yet if there is an effect on life expectancy.

What we can say for sure is that they won't live forever. Finally, yet importantly, it works only with boys. Of course we have tried with girls but the results were disastrous. So the largest group of potential customers in the adult group is ruled out from the outset."

"So who else are your customers?"

"Mainly slaveholders like you who want to keep their pleasure boys young, companies that get money out of boys or high end brothels. The latter wouldn't advertise this."

"I understand that the boys would keep their sexual abilities?"

"That depends on you. Phase three products delay genital development just as the rest of the body. Phase four products will get much better results in holding the body development but will practically geld the boy. We hope that phase five will get the results of phase four but without castrating. But phase five is still in development. Let me show you the difference."

The man snapped his fingers and two other boys came slowly forward, holding each other's hands. They seemed to be much younger, about four or five years of age. They only wore skimpy shorts which were quickly removed.

"No. 29 on the left had started at age two with his injections of phase three and is now ten years old. No. 23 had started at age four and is now thirteen. No. 29 will shoot his first load in about 25 or 30 years, provided he gets his regular dose. The other one will never be able to do that. He is a eunuch."

No. 23 looked sad at this comment. I raised my brow.

"Sir, you must not forget that these boys might look like little kids but their minds did develop. Of course the growth and development of their brains did slow down, too, but not so much. I guess they are about a year or so behind their real age."

I looked at the four boys for a while. Lost in thought I reached out and kneaded the little orbs of Nr. 29. The boy grimaced but didn't dare to back off. A side effect of the manipulation was an increased sensitivity of the testicles, I had read. I changed to No. 23. His balls were almost non existent; only two pea sized knots were left. My eyes rested on No. 15. I tried to imagine Marcus at 21 and compared him with this boy.

"Where do you get the boys for your experiments?" I asked. "I understand you have been researching longer than the slave act exists."

"Well, the founder of our company did buy specimens from illegal sources. That's something we're not proud of. But I can guarantee that everything is completely legal now since we are using government stocks or imports from foreign breeders. There are legal ways to do that for experimental purposes where you need young specimens. We just do what every pharmaceutical company does."

I knew this happens and, though I didn't agree with the importing law, there was nothing I could do.

"Now Sir, maybe it would help if you show me the specimen you have in mind."

I clapped my hands and Marcus entered immediately. I had told him to wait outside because I didn't want him to know about this. He approached me silently and bowed.

"Marcus, please fetch Julian."

Marcus bowed again and left. The four models knelt again beside the door. We discussed some more aspects until we heard a knock and Marcus dragged a helpless Julian behind.

As usual the boy was in bondage and could hardly walk. Julian couldn't bow at his waist so he dropped to his knees. I beckoned Marcus to his place beside my chair and undid Julian's bindings, much to the boy's surprise. The training gag in the shape of a large penis went out too.

"Boy, this gentleman needs to examine you. Do what he wants."

Julian looked at me in puzzlement but crawled over to the man. While the doctor looked and measured Julian I reached out for Marcus and pulled him on my lap. I bit and chewed on his ears, licked them and kissed his neck while fondling his balls. Immediately his cock started to become hard but was mercilessly held down by the chain attached to his penis ring. The boy whimpered slightly but didn't complain. He turned his head and our lips melted. My tongue explored his mouth and his did the same. My heart was divided. I wanted to keep this little boy forever so badly but the thought of pumping drugs in his fine body caused me pain.

For Julian I felt differently. Of course I loved him, but – I knew it shouldn't – my love for him was based mostly on my pleasure of playing with him. It was kind of a sadist's love. I liked to cause pain and humiliation to Julian. And Julian, beside of being a true submissive by nature, wanted to be hurt and humiliated in certain ways; at least he wanted to get off. Unlike the other slaves Julian was allowed to have as many erections and orgasms he could get. He would learn there was a huge price for this privilege.

Castrating him was out of question for me. In case I wanted him to grow up some time in future he should be a complete boy. No permanent damage should be done to any of my boys, ever. Julian stood now in front of the man with a bright red head. He had been touched on his most private parts of his body and, though he was a slave, nobody but me had done this yet in this way. With a soft smack on his butt the boy was sent back to me.

Julian dropped on his knees again. He knelt there, his hands at his side and his mouth open, expecting the gag to go in again. But I just ruffled his hair and put two fingers in. Julian started to suck on them as he had learned to do with everything that was put into his mouth.

When the man had finished his notes I pushed Marcus from my lap and ordered him to put Julian into his cage after the boy got his suck toy back into his mouth.

"You've got some fine boys, Sir. I understand you want the bondage boy to stay in his current condition?" the man asked when we were alone again.

"You are right, Mr. Sands. But I don't want him to be gelded."

"The boy is quite well developed already. If you want him on phase three we have to give him a very high dose at first. I suggest we should do that in our laboratories for safety reasons. It is going to be very painful but usually we keep the kids sedated during that period. If you give him one of these pills tonight we could pick him up tomorrow sleeping and return him two weeks later. He won't know he was away when he awakes again."

"Well, I don't like the thought of any of my boys away from me but I agree that would be the best for him."

"Very well Sir. But are you sure you don't want to keep that lovely specimen you had on you lap so little?"

"It would be wonderful but he is not only my slave. He is my lover and I want him to grow up. Maybe if your research finds a way to freeze a teenage status, we will see."

"He is still young, Sir. Maybe you'll change your mind in time." the man smiled as I led him out.

I returned to the living room, at least the room I called that. It had been the great hall of the house, designed to impress guests. It still did so to the few guests I had invited in yet. Usually I met visitors in the old library, the room Marcus and I saw first the day we met young Hassan.

The memories still hurt but I had learned not to bother too much. I had received a call from Ahmed's brother who had confirmed that Hassan was safe. He had also told me about the suffering Ahmed went through in his last days; even breathing was agony for him. I wondered if I would have the courage to terminate my existence if I got into a similar situation. I looked around.

In front of the fireplace lay my little pet Nico, almost roasting his slender body at the fire, just as he liked to do. It was hot outside but I liked to have a fire burning and the old walls were always a bit chilly. I sat down in my favourite recliner and picked up a magazine just as Sebastian carried our baby in. It wasn't easy for him since Timo was almost as tall as him, but he managed his task quite well. I opened my arms invitingly and the boy placed Timo right on my lap. He handed me a baby bottle with milk. Timo had given up fighting his fate, adjusted his position in my arms and simply opened his mouth, awaiting his food.

We had lived in the new house for three months now; the boys had adjusted to their new life quite well. At first Timo tried to fight and argue his way out of being babied but, of course, with no luck. He eventually found out that being a baby had advantages; he no longer had to slurp his slave chow out of a bowl but was lovingly fed with milk and quite tasty baby food. He enjoyed the attention he received but he hated to get his diaper changed by the other boys. Wearing a diaper was bad enough for a boy his age, but having a friend to handle him was still very humiliating. Nevertheless, he was carried around and didn't need to do any chores. Having a pacifier in his mouth all day sucked but at least he was able to watch some TV, even if it was stuff for kids much younger than him.

Sebastian was Timo's 'Nanny'. His job was to keep the baby clean, happy and occupied. Sebastian had developed well but was still not the same as before his setback. When the baby boy was sleeping he was assigned to Jan.

The young man had worked patiently with the younger boy and, by now, Sebastian tolerated being alone for a short time again. The boy milker had been set up in the castle two months ago and Sebastian was now used to being milked every third day. He slept mostly with Timo in the crib or with any of the other boys and nightmares hadn't occurred for two months now. Puberty was about to change the boy's body, his balls had grown noticeably and his muscles were more defined. He would become a very handsome teen.

Jan was full of praise for the three black boys. They were working hard but never complained. It was quite an effort to get them legalized since the castle no longer belonged to a foreign nation and so the boys had to be registered as slaves by our law. It was out of question not to enslave them because, as free boys, they would have no right to stay in our country. Being servants their whole life, it didn't matter to them what they're called.

They got their slave numbers tattooed and their marks burned; they were collared and cuffed just as the other boys and went bravely thru the whole procedure without resistance. The three stayed out of sight as far as possible. It never occurred to me to do anything sexual with them but I couldn't really explain why since they were quite pretty.

It seemed as if Chris had the job of his life. He ran around fixing things, something that never ran out in a house as old as the castle, always smiling. He got permission to use my computers and it was incredible what he could do with them. Just after three months half the equipment in the house was now computer controlled and it seemed almost as if the house had a life of its own. Unfortunately he tended to forget the time so he altered the software of his collar to remind him of his daily chores. So one could hear him yelp several times a day and know he had missed finishing another task in time.

Nico's doghouse had been turned into a piece of high technology. It had not only an automatic door to keep the pet safe inside but Nico was now provided, time controlled, with food and fresh water. If it became too hot inside, the doghouse would be supplied with cool air. The pet's body functions were fully monitored and he could be watched day or night with a camera system. Of course the boy pet could call for help just by pressing a button with his nose. Everything was much more comfortable than before. The computer made Nico even patrol round the estate regularly, just like a real watchdog.

The house was running smoothly and Jan had time to help me with my office work. He had learned a lot in his old master's company and, though I didn't need to work anymore with the fortune I had inherited, I wasn't prepared to do nothing. Jan absorbed the information like a sponge. Being taught the computer stuff by Chris he was about to become a good secretary. Jan wasn't a boy anymore. He still looked younger but he had all the features of a man. The girls would have flocked to him. Jan was happier than ever in his life but there was a nagging fear that became more intense the more he was aware of his development into adulthood.

Fewer chores meant fewer punishments and none of the boys was more aware of this than little Marcus. Unthinkable in our old home there were days I didn't have to punish any boy at all and I had to admit that without any marks of a whip or strap my little love looked even more adorable. Our nights were often full of energetic sex and without any other tasks he stayed within my reach during the day, just as he had been taught painfully more then a year ago. Marcus had not grown much physically but his mind was even more advanced for a boy of his age. In a few years I wouldn't be able to compete with his intelligence if he attended a proper high school; sadly that wasn't going to happen. The boy didn't mind anyway, like me he simply enjoyed our companionship.

Julian paid the price. Without punishments the increasing urge to hurt someone was limited to the games with my boy toy. The boy suffered bravely but he had used his safeword twice the last weeks and sometimes I only stopped when I saw Marcus looking at me accusingly. My previous boys had had to take more but I had to remind myself repeatedly Julian was only a little boy of eleven years. Nevertheless Julian was permanently in some kind of bondage, was usually gagged and locked into a cage or attached to something else. He knew he wouldn't have the freedom of movement anytime soon but that too turned the little masochist on; he was seldom seen without a raging boner.

I didn't know what Julian was thinking alone in a small cage or tied up in an uncomfortable position. I expected him to have his own little world where his mind could go and where he met the heroes, wizards, knights or whatever his boyish mind could imagine. It had helped me during the long and intensive bondage sessions of my youth although I hardly could remember anything afterwards.

Julian was a strange little creature; I have seldom met a man so extremely submissive and masochistic, let alone a boy. He was a sadist's treasure anyone would like to keep forever. My heart was racing by the thought it was really going to happen. I had fought with the decision for a long time. The treatment was extremely expensive, I could buy several slaves for it, but now, with so much money at hand, I would do it. I didn't want the other boys or Julian to know; it was something time would tell.

A movement in my lap pulled me out of my thoughts. Timo had finished his bottle and cuddled up to me already sleeping. I smiled. It was somewhat funny how quickly the boy had adjusted his sleep level to his new status. He now slept almost as much as a real toddler. Of course I didn't mind, he looked so cute, lying relaxed and satisfied in my arms.

Yes, I wanted his cute ass from the very first day but something always kept me off. I couldn't put my finger on it but an unknown force told me to not to take him. Timo had sucked my cock and drowned my piss. I knew he wondered why he wasn't included in the sex games. But if he had asked I would have no answer.

We went to bed early. Julian had taken his pill and was out already, sleeping peacefully in his cage. I had played a bit with Marcus. He performed his part willingly but I could sense there was something bothering him. So I pulled him onto me and asked.

"What's wrong, little one?"

Marcus stiffened. I could see 'the wheels turning' in his head; mixed emotions were mirrored in his face, with fear very dominantly. I brought his eyes close to mine.

"Come on, Marcus. Tell me. You know you can speak freely when we're alone."

Marcus began to tremble and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why do you send Julian away? You promised!" he burst out eventually.

He had slipped down a bit and hammered with his fists on my chest; not very hard, just three or four times before he tried to curl into a ball. I was surprised by the intensity of his outburst and even more by the reason for it. It took a second or two before I reacted. I grabbed him by his armpits and lifted him up, shaking him a few times quite hard until he came to his senses again. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he had done, the colour drained from his face.

"Master, I'm sorry 3;" he whined.

"Hush, baby, hush!" I interrupted.

I brought him to my side and gave him sharp glance. He gulped.

"Yes boy, I promised I won't give any of you boys away. And I will keep my word. Julian might be away for a couple of weeks but when he returns he will be o.k."

"Master, but 3;"

"No but! I don't know why you think I would want to get rid of Julian."

"Master, the doctor, the van, the examination 3;"

"Yes boy, I understand."

I weighed my options for a moment but decided the truth would be the best. So far Marcus had never spilled the beans about what I told him.

"Marcus, I have explained to you Julian's nature and you agree. Right?"

Marcus nodded.

"He'll need someone to take care of him his whole life. Becoming a slave was probably the best thing to happen for Julian."

Marcus nodded again, wondering where that might lead to.

"Usually kids can't wait to grow up. But when they are adults most of them long to be back to the times they were young and free. Now, if everything works out as intended, Julian won't have to worry about that too. The doctor, as you had called him, has found a way to keep boys young. Believe it or not, but the four boys you have seen, even the smallest one, are all much older then you."

"But 3;" he started but didn't continue, he just looked at me blank.

"Marcus, it is important to keep everything secret. Nobody knows, not even Julian. He will receive a medicine that slows down his growth. He will stay a young boy for a long time. He will be my little boy toy, just as I like him, but will get everything he needs. I'll make sure he's happy. But nobody needs to know right now."

Marcus still looked at me but I could see his mind was wandering. Suddenly he burst into tears and his body trembled. I pulled him closer and held him tight.

"Master, I want to stay a little boy too, Master!" he eventually cried.

I was shocked. I didn't know what to say.

"But why?" I managed to croak.

"Master, I know you love boys. And I know I love you. I want to be your boy forever, Master."

His voice was barely audible but I knew he meant it. I could sense the fear of loss in his statement but felt a rush of pride running through me. This was my boy!

"Are you really sure? Can you imagine what that means?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

"Master, yes Master. I want it, Master." he answered determined.

I swallowed hard, carried him to his basket and handed him the doctor’s pill tube.

"Well, then take one of these."

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