A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 10: New sleeping arrangements.
You might wonder why but after my Monday night with Master I was very tired the whole way around the eighteen holes at Piney Hills the next day.
Master and I even joked a few nights later that maybe if Master wanted to have a similar night of `fun' that any night but Monday might be better.
Whilst at Piney Hills I looked out for Matt and saw him sitting in the coral when I arrived however I had no opportunity to make contact with him. Master saw me looking and just reminded me that if my exercise plan saved money then I would get the chance in a few months to spend some `quality' time with Matt.
When Master adjourned to the nineteenth hole Matt was gone, caddying.
After driving Master back to the residence I located the two boys and made sure they were working hard. Mr Morris had made sure in my absence that both were with Todd learning his daily routine.
I took Josh with me and we cleaned down Master's car and vacuumed it thoroughly. I choose Josh deliberately. I needed to talk with him in private about last night. I still felt ashamed at myself and was really put out by his very forward actions in grabbing my cock.
Not wanting to get into the parent son type lecture mode I took the more non-confrontational approach of asking Josh why he grabbed me last night. I don't know what I expected his answer to be but it definitely was not the answer he gave in reply.
"I'm gay Steve, I've always wondered what a guys dick felt like, last night I couldn't resist. I could see Master was into the sex so I took the chance".
I was speechless "Oh" was all the brilliant conversation I could make.
"Why are you looking at me like that Steve?" Josh eventually asked as I still struggled to come to terms with what he had just told me.
"How at thirteen could you possibly know your gay Josh, come on don't bull shit with me like this" I eventually replied.
"I've thought I might be gay since I was eleven Steve. All my friends at school were starting to notice the girls, but me I was noticing the guys. I pretended of course, to like the girls a bit too, I mean I didn't want to be called a faggot or anything and loose my friends".
"No I guess you wouldn't would you" I replied.
"No Steve and through twelve and now thirteen the desire to be with other guys has been growing ever more powerful. I couldn't tell my Dad or my Mum, not even my brother. Dad's position is very macho authoritarian. If word got out his son was gay well it would be really rough for me and I guess him too no matter how he reacted personally towards me".
"Here in the south it's ok for a freeman to fuck a slave, but it's still not ok for two free guys to do something like that, no matter how young or old they are, or for a free guy to allow a slave to fuck him. Does Master get you to fuck him Steve?"
"That's none of your business Josh, you need to learn real quick that you're a slave now and slaves don't ask questions. They wait till they are instructed or if you must ask a question it is only to clarify an instruction of your Master. Ok Josh?" I replied.
"Well ok Steve but to finish answering your question. I was frightened at being indentured into slavery and taken from my family, but Steve I also had this other feeling that being taken away from my home and living with slaves would not be so bad as it would be my chance to find out if I truly am gay. When your father is a slave overseer, you hear all sorts of things, like when he is relaxing with his friends over a beer or talking in his study on the phone. I knew that for a slave the only pleasure in life is sex. Work and sex, that's what my dad says a slave exists for!"
`Ummmm well umm yes well maybe Josh but..." I blurted out, but Josh went on.
"Dad told me to trust you. And right from the beginning when you took my hand and held it tight I liked you Steve. I quickly out grew my inhibitions about doing something with an older guy. When your dick was there in front of me all bonered up I just couldn't help wanting to feel it, to give you a real pleasant time and hope that you liked it and would let me do it again".
He stood there and looked at me with those eyes of his, he was an expert at this and I was a novice. Shit that was my opportunity to crush his adolescent fantasies then and there, tell him I was a man he was a kid. I didn't do sex with kids. Did I ... no, I melted under the gaze of those eyes and he had me.
I did tell him that I didn't feel right doing things with him and that any sex had to be mutual unless it was ordered by ones masters, so I confessed to him that yes I liked what he did to me, but no it didn't feel right to me. We would be good friends and see where things went, but I asked him to have respect for my feelings as well as his.
He was totally over the moon with that response from me. He worked like a tiger helping me wherever he could for the rest of that afternoon, the rest of that week and the weeks and months that followed.
Nothing much happened between the two of us except for one or two occasions when on a Monday night Master got to practise his sexual fantasies at my expense. I couldn't object in this situation and Josh offered no objection at all, thoroughly enjoying himself also at my expense.
Todd's time for release came and went. We had the traditional farewell dinner. Todd seemed genuinely reluctant to leave. He had told me a week or so before his release date that life back on his parent's farm would be worse than slavery. Yes he would be free, but the workload would be very long hours and heavy, they could afford few slaves and he felt his life was better here with Master than back at his parent's farm.
The boys settled into their study routine under my guidance. I became familiar again with the latest technology in Internet study. They were not the only ones learning new things. I had been out of circulation for ten years. I had an enormous amount of technology and news to catch up with.
Just before he turned fourteen, puberty really hit Josh. Within six months he went from little boy to an attractive teenager who now stood as tall as Brett. His cock grew likewise and soon was a very presentable six and a half inches, much bigger than Masters or Brett's five-inch cocks. Every second Monday I was soon shaving Josh just like Master shaved Brett in the showers. Some times we swapped but Josh always made a deliberate attempt to go to me for his shave unless Master directed otherwise.
After ten months of this routine a third kid from a local farm joined the household. Aaron Neill was fifteen like Brett and actually knew Brett. They had been in the same grade at the same school and had played baseball together when they were younger.
Aaron was not what you would call an attractive guy. He was slightly plump, though not fat, he had signs of acne on his face and the profusion of freckles on his face and shoulders did nothing to enhance his looks. His face was roundish and bland, topped by brown hair.
His body was interesting to look at though thankfully it gave me nothing like the turn on that Josh or Brett's body had given me previously.
The first Monday night that Aaron was part of the household Master had his usual `fun' time with the newly indentured slave.
We all soon discovered that at 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed in around 155 pounds Aaron had brown pubic hair about an inch long and covering a small triangular area roughly around two by two inches above his genitals. His testicles were fully descended; his scrotum had a few scattered hairs showing. Aaron was uncircumcised with a long foreskin. His penis was about four inches long in a flaccid state but was soon erect as he stood before Master naked displaying five and three quarter inches of erect penis for all of us to admire. Erect it curved slightly up and to the right. His armpits were a little hairy and he was even starting to grow some hairs around his anus.
By the time Master had finished with him in the shower Aaron was as hairless as myself or the other boys.
Aaron's arrival had a far greater impact on me than just another boy to train. Brett was keen to have his friend share the same room as him and Master agreed as a reward, seeing that Brett was now behaving as a young slave should. Brett had long since had his penis clamp removed and the threat of its return was enough to bring Brett totally back to the correct slave behaviour.
Josh was to be sent to the spare room vacated by Bentley and Todd but those big pleading eyes worked just as effectively on Master if used sparingly and over my protests he was given the top bunk above me.
I was quite indignant when Master and Mr Norris both warned me of the consequences of fucking Josh.
As if I would even consider such an act.
Master making it quite clear he expected to be the one taking Josh's cherry on his sixteenth birthday.
Well what are you supposed to do with a fourteen-year-old guy sleeping in the bunk above you who shamelessly jerks off knowing your lying there wide awake listening?
I really wanted to jerk off too, I held off for a few nights then I just needed relief. The moment I started Josh was down off his bed and joining me in my bunk.
"I just wanted to watch Steve," he blurted out before I could push him out and yell at him to go back to his bed.
"No Josh you can't watch it's not right, go back to your bed now" I firmly ordered.
Well my request had about as much success as I remember my own Fathers chastisements having on me when I was a teenager growing up back home.
He snuggled up to my body and lay there head rubbing against my arm. Again I should have held firm and pushed him out, but no ... It felt good, his smooth naked skin rubbing along the side of my body, the smell of his freshly washed hair and cleaned teeth.
I didn't jerk off that night but we slept like that and I awoke to my shame some time in the night with the realisation that I had had a wet dream. My cussing about needing to go to the bathroom to clean up just like Brett had all that time ago awoke Josh and he soon realised what had happened.
To my total surprise and shame he reached over to my body and began licking the cum off my abdomen. I pushed him away but he grabbed my hand and said "No I want to do this for you Steve, I love you, it's what I want, I want to taste you Steve. He forced his way back and commenced licking me again.
I moaned with pleasure and gave in. I felt so bad about my behaviour but Josh, he didn't mind at all. It was all in my mind and over time I rationalised it. I didn't take advantage of him at all; he made every move in those early days. He wanted me and gradually I gave in and learned to love him.
Eventually we were doing everything but fucking. I knew that was not allowed of me but the cunning young guy turned this to his advantage.
"I don't take it up the arse, I give, I'm a top" I informed him.
"Yeah well Master says you can't be with me till he takes my cherry and that wont be for another year till I'm sixteen and besides I want to show my love you now Steve" Josh told me one night.
He got between my legs and lifted them over his shoulders
"NO" I yelled at Josh and punched him away, making him roll out of bed and fall onto the floor.
The moment I did that I realised I had gone too far. I was a big strong guy, he was developing well for a guy of fifteen especially with the physical training I gave the boys in the gym but he was no match for me.
I hurt him.
In the moonlight I could see the shattered look on his face.
Tears welled in his eyes and he pleaded in a voice from the depths of his soul "Steve I love you I wanted to show you how much I love you. You don't love me do you"?
As the tears began to flow down his cheeks I lifted him up from the floor hugged him tight, told him that though I had tried to fight it, yes I loved him and I told him to take me.
"Steve I know how really hard it is for you to allow me to fuck you, it is a sign of our true love. I will remember this sacrifice Steve no matter what happens in the future. I will repay this favour a thousand times over," he told me.
Well fuck me that night he did and he continued to fuck me most nights after that. I would never have believed that a big strong dominant thirty three year old guy like me could be tamed by of all guys, a guy just fifteen years old, but it happened.
Josh's dad was right; there are only two things in a slaves life work and sex.
My training plan for the caddies worked and the turnover rate fell to almost nil. As Master promised he arranged for me to have quality time with Matt and that was a bonus. With Josh sharing my bed I had all but forgotten about Matt and Masters promise to arrange some quality time.
I enjoyed my fortnightly hour of sex with Matt but Josh was now my deeper love. Matt was happy with our hour, and it was my chance to be a top again. Sometimes most of the hour was taken up fighting for supremacy. I didn't always win but I was pretty desperate to be the fucker for a change so I think I often had a stronger desire than Matt who had forty-nine other caddies to choose from.
If we had time left after sex, we talked openly about our love life. Who Matt was sleeping with amongst the caddies and me about how I was sleeping with the slave masters son.
The routine of my life was similar most days as it had always been since I was enslaved however time really didn't drag.
It seemed no time before Aaron then Brett turned sixteen then a year later Josh turned sixteen.
Master had his special birthday treats. All the boys lost their cherries the Monday night after they turned sixteen.
Brett and Aaron were unwilling but compliant slaves, I mean what can you do strapped down to a fucking frame.
Josh he didn't need a frame he was only too happy to take what ever position Master required and loose his virginity.
With no shame he then proceeded to ask Master if it was now ok for me to fuck him. With a huge smile Master said "Of course". I blushed profusely.
The same year as Josh turned sixteen Brett and Aaron turned seventeen and began their last year under Masters indenture.
Master outlaid that year a considerable amount of money and had the residences garage completely rebuilt and on the two floors above the garage he built a proper Internet classroom and adjoining study area. The gym was moved into this building too.
We now had facilities for far more than the five boys I currently had studying with me. Two younger guys aged twelve and thirteen had joined the other three boys and had occupied up till now the spare room vacated by Bentley and Todd.
The accommodation was Spartan and far from the comforts of home but on a scale of slave accommodation it was first class. I knew many slaves in the outside world were confined to pens or cages at night.
On the second floor of the garage block there was an eating and living area plus a large dormitory room with double bunks and semi partitions for some privacy.
Much to Josh's dislike I had a room of my own near the entrance. Josh had the bottom bunk bed closest to my room in the main dorm. This partial separation did not stop Josh from coming to visit most nights.
The other slaves knew of our relationship and I scrupulously showed no favouritism apart from in my bedroom in dealing with Josh. In fact he probably got it harder than the other slaves when it came to the allocation of workloads and the administration of punishment when work was not up to standard, but Josh was aware why I did this and fully cooperated.
Word had begun to spread through the rural community that supplied produce to the Premium Foods plant that Mr Booth was assisting some of the local farming families by indenturing and training their sons.
Thus was founded the `William C Booth Indentured Slave Training Facility'. Master told me it was a very good tax write off. Added to his already high local prestige and actually supported the struggling local farmers in a practical and helpful way.
The looks on the faces of the newly indentured slaves that arrived for training, told me that the sons of the farmers were not nearly so keen about Masters new initiative.
Steadily the attendance at the William C Booth Indentured Slave Training Facility grew to thirteen indentured boys of varying ages.
At the end of that school year we had our first `graduating class' so to speak.
Both Aaron and Brett finished twelfth grade in the June.
Master put on the usual special dinner for all the staff and the boys. The numbers meaning that most of the boys had to eat in the training facility but they did get the normal food as a treat.
Brett and Aaron joined Master and the other household slaves plus Josh and myself at the formal dining table in the residence. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, the boys gaining their freedom again. Strangely even though Master tried to keep things buoyant and lively, we all knew that this was the end of a special time.
Both Brett and Aaron had come a long way from the boys who had entered all those years ago as newly indentured slaves. At the end of dinner Brett stood up at the table and asked Master for permission to speak.
He recounted how when he was first enslaved he was filled with hatred and resentment. He went on to thank Master for showing him the correct way to treat a slave and for allowing him to discover how a slaves life could be fulfilling and rewarding.
Turning to me he thanked me for putting up with him when he was younger, for teaching him with commitment and love. He was going to go on to college and the discipline that he had learnt here under my control he said would give him an advantage over most other college students.
The next morning Brett's father and both Aarons parents and his two sisters were present in Masters formal lounge room when Master handed both Brett and Aaron their release from indenture and a scholarship to college.
As they walked out of the front door of the residence back into a life of freedom it was two proud, well-mannered gentlemen that walked past me.
I took up the slave's position at the front door as a tribute and sign of respect to them.
They stopped and their families stopped. Both Aaron and Brett came over to me, lifted my head, took my hand and shook it.
"Thank you sir" was all they said.
But the look in their eyes as they deliberately looked right into my eyes said it all.
A little tear welled in the corner of my left eye, I smiled and replied.
"No! Thank you sirs!"
I asked Master after we had tidied up the formal lounge if I could have some time alone with Josh. He could see I was mentally distraught at loosing my first charges and readily agreed.
Alone in my room with Josh I broke down and cried.
The boys release from indenture had just highlighted again to me the hopelessness of my position as a lifetime slave. There was never going to be a release for me.
Apart from this my feelings were compounded not just by the loss of Brett and Aaron but also because in one years time I was going to loose Josh in exactly the same way.
I told him how I didn't know how I was going to cope with life without him. I had loved Matt but my love for Josh was far deeper and long term.
The trouble as always was that there is nothing long-term for a slave except to serve his Master. Long-term personal relationships between slaves were not part of a slave's life on `Schedule B'.
End Chapter 10 (Part 19 Continuance of Original)