A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 8: Changes in the household.
Josh had joined us at breakfast for the first time and seemed very happy to see me. He squirmed his way into getting the seat next to me. Master just smiled.
That morning I couldn't help but look at Brett in a new light as we sat around the breakfast table. Weird thoughts ran through my mind about his penis clamp. It was not noticeable, no enlarged bulge could be seen, I was ashamed that such thoughts about Brett were making me erect. I was glad when one of the guards asked me a question about the golf course. It took my thoughts away from the erotic.
After breakfast Master asked his Personal Assistant Mr Anderson, Mr Morris and myself to accompany him into his study.
There he informed us that he needed to make some changes in the household. With two teenagers requiring schooling and the possibility of more joining the household as part of their indenture he had decided that I was to take over their day-to-day schooling.
"Master please I can't be responsible for this, I'm not trained I don't know what to do. If they fail I will feel it is my abilities that have failed them" I pleaded to Master.
Master was being Master that morning because be brokered no complaints.
"I have decided end of conversation. Now I know Steve that you have no teaching experience and that you have been away from normal civilian life for a very long time. Mr Morris however is very well aware of educational principals. On my instructions Nigel has already researched what will be required and is quite up to speed with the topics that need to be taught to the two boys to enable them to qualify for college. I have also arranged internet access for home schooling for both young slaves" Master said.
"In some ways Nigel would be their best tutor but I can't spare him from running this household. I am not here enough to do it myself and I don't have the time anyway. I don't want to take Glen Turner my Chief Overseer from the factory and lump additional duties on him. He keeps a check on things over here when I am away but he is a busy man and leaves the day to day functioning of the household on my instructions to Nigel" Master said.
Turning to Mr Morris Master said "Nigel you will be in overall responsibility as the head slave for the boy's education. You must check that the course content from the Internet is suitable and comprehensive in scope. You are also to ensure that you train Steve to teach it properly".
"Steve you will have the day-to-day responsibility of teaching and guiding these two young slaves and any more that may join the household through their academic and physical development right to the end of their indenture. Nigel will be your mentor in this and I am totally confident you will learn new skills. You finished college just before your demise into slavery so we need to get your mind as well as your body working" Master continued to instruct.
"As well Steve you will continue to caddy for me on every second Tuesday morning and other times I want to play golf, however you will now join the household staff permanently. Nigel will ensure your room in the slave quarters is prepared properly, for those nights I am not here" Master smiled.
Looking at Mr Morris and me Master then said "A word of warning too both of you, Steve, I like your body taught and firm like it is. So Nigel you need to ensure that you put a very strenuous daily physical fitness routine in place for Steve and the two boys along with the academic tasks".
Facing Mr Anderson he instructed him to inform the Piney Hills Course of the changes. He also advised Mr Anderson to inform the club that Slave 701620, commonly called by the slaves, Matt would be trained by slave 701605 commonly called Steve as new the senior alpha slave for the next week, when I would leave the club on the Saturday morning before Master's next visit for good. He also instructed Mr Anderson to make arrangements for the transfer of Bentley to Napa Valley as Assistant Butler. Commenting that the household didn't need Bentley and me full time to run efficiently.
The news of my permanent separation from Matt was the worst part of this. I knew better than to raise the issue here and now with Master. I would wait till the bedroom.
Bentley took the news of his transfer enthusiastically. He had no choice but in this case he seemed genuinely excited to be going off to California. He was a local, born and raised near the factory and had never had the chance to travel before he was enslaved for vagrancy and destitution. The chance for a change of scenery, the opportunity to drive Master around the Napa Valley and maybe even into San Francisco which was only fifty miles away obviously excited him.
The rest of my week at the residence was hectic and very different. I had to learn how to drive again. As the assistant butler I was also the local driver for Master. I had driven dads car before my enslavement, but not all that regularly as I was in college. Bentley nearly didn't make it to Napa, as my first lessons were very embarrassing and nearly resulted in a number of accidents. I found however that it was a bit like riding a bike, after a while the skills came back even after a ten year lay off.
Mr Morris put Josh to work with Brett but I continued to keep a close watch on the two of them. Brett kept to himself, and from what I saw kept his interaction down to just instructing Josh on the basics of their chores, otherwise making no real effort to be sociable at all with Josh.
By the Thursday night Josh had settled into his new routine and was eating with the other slaves. That night all the slaves and Master partook dinner in the formal dining room to farewell Bentley. Being a special occasion we were allowed to eat the same food as Master. A roast of beef, potatoes and green vegetables. It was the first time in ten years I had eaten any proper food. It was an indescribable pleasure, in some ways even better than sex.
That night alone in bed with Master after I had pleasured him and he me, I raised the topic of Matt.
I won't bore you with a description of what was a long conversation. The outcome was that I was a slave, Matt was a slave and we were Masters property to dispose of as he wished.
Master reminded me that both matt and I were on Schedule B and that he had control of that schedule. I knew Master was correct and I was powerless to change this but deep in my soul a faint stirring of resentment that I thought I had lost totally with my whipping clawed its way out of some hidden crevice and pained my heart.
What pushed the feeling back into its dark recess was the fact that I also knew that Matt would be disappointed but that he would also soon resign himself to the inevitable separation.
He was a bred slave and similar separations that had split him from his closest friends had occurred to him a number of times in his life as he grew up and was on sold. Matt had a total slave feeling. He knew nothing different and didn't long for or miss all the things that I had grown up appreciating. Separation was just a part of a slave's life as far as Matt would be concerned.
Raising the topic of Matt in bed did piss Master off somewhat but I managed to turn the conversation into a positive ending.
To change the topic slightly I raised the issue of the fast turnover of trained caddies at Piney Hills and suggested how for a small investment Master could save himself a lot of money by not having to buy a constant supply of new caddy slaves.
Any suggestion that makes sense and saves money will usually interest any Master or businessman. My Master was no different. By the time we cuddled ourselves to sleep Master had decided to build a basic work gym at the caddies quarters and I was to set up with Matt next week a thorough training routine for all the caddies that would prevent their upper body muscles deteriorating and thus ruining their usefulness and appearance.
I actually felt so good about the approval of this life saving initiative that my impending loss of Matt was pushed aside, especially when Master at the end of the conversation informed me that if my idea worked and he was saved considerable expense in slaves then he would arrange for Matt to be free for caddying duties every second Tuesday and then, with a wink of his eye, he told me that for the hour he spent at the nineteenth hole I would be allowed to have that time with Matt in the slaves quarters.
Master didn't have to do that but he did. Yes he used his power to get what he wanted, in his situation who wouldn't, but he always tempered it with some compassion and understanding.
From that night on I never let that faint stirring of resentment that he was my Master and I his slave surface back into being. I totally embraced that night what I had long known but had always held off from totally accepting and that was that Master was about as good a Master as I think I could ever have expected to find during my travels through life on Schedule B.
On the Friday I was transported back to Piney Hills in one of the slave delivery trucks. Quite a come down from the front seat of Masters car. Bentley, plugged and cathetered, was shipped out on the same truck, but packaged in a slave crate, with water and chow for his long trip to Napa Valley. I was never so glad that my trip was less than an hour. His would probably be twenty-four hours or more, though I noticed by the labels on his crate that Master had payed the premium excess for express delivery.
On arrival at the club Mr Woods the slave master was called and signed for my delivery. He instructed me to follow him to his office.
As he sat behind his desk I took up the slave position in front of the desk. The picture of his family was still there but an individual portrait of Josh in a plain gold frame had joined it.
I don't know if he saw me looking at it. I could have been punished for doing so, instead he asked me "Hows Josh coping boy, um I mean Steve is that what the slaves and Mister Booth call you?"
"Yes master my name is Steve, Steve Wright or at least that was my name till I was enslaved.
"Your not a bred slave then boy, um I mean Steve?" the slave master asked.
"No sir I was enslaved at twenty two just as I finished college" I replied.
The conversation continued the slave master asking me questions about myself and finally returning to his son Josh.
Now that his son was an indentured slave under my direct tutorage Mr Woods had become vitally interested in me. To his credit though he admitted to this to my face.
What amased me was that Mr Woods had no records or knowledge of my past. The official records from Green Bay Farms apparently made no reference to my reason for enslavement, where I was enslaved, my previous background, nothing. All part of making me untraceable I guess, just as the Judge at my trial had intimated. I knew however that Calhoun McAlister had private records from my original auction because he had talked to his brother Billy-Joe about my background when I had serviced their needs that one time.
Of course it also said something about a slave's status that Mr Woods up until now had had absolutely no interest in finding out or any real kneed to know anything about me. I was a slave to be used that was all there was too it really. It made you feel very inconsequential.
"A college graduate hey. Mmmm that explains a lot about you I guess. The reason for your uppity and sulky nature before you're whipping is now a lot clearer to me," the slave master said.
Mr Woods had been informed by Mr Anderson about Masters wish to provide gym facilities for the slaves. We discussed this and he agreed that in the coming week he would pull Matt off from all caddying duties so I could train him in all I knew about the course and put in place an depth training programme to maintain and build up the upper bodies of the caddies.
I was sent out into the caddy coral and was waiting for a job when Matt snuggled up beside me. You could just tell he was happy to see me. We couldn't talk there but my mind was racing as to how I would break the bad news to him. Better tonight and get it over with I had decided but I knew I was going to find it hard.
I caddied that afternoon and enjoyed the lushness of the course, the fragrance of the flowers, the fresh air and sunshine on my skin. I was going to miss this aspect of my life, but I didn't enjoy the master I caddied for that afternoon pulling me around by my cock. He was rough and took great delight in highlighting my discomfort at his hands to his golfing partners.
That night as Matt and I lay resting after the exertions of our sexual play, building up the courage to break the news to Matt he asked me "What's wrong Steve? Something's not right I can tell".
"Why do you say that, nothings wrong really?" I bluffed somewhat unconvincingly.
Come on Steve you hate being a bottom, yet tonight you hardly put up a fight. You let me have my way deliberately. You would not do that unless you had a reason, come on what is it?" Matt asked.
So I told him!
It went as well as I could have hoped. Matt was quite for a while at the news, then brightened up and just said "Well that's a slaves life for you, we better make sure we get as much fun while we have the chance".
That was it really; he pulled me towards him and fucked my arse a second time. I protested but he knew he had the advantage this time. I didn't want to upset him further. Just like I took advantage after my whipping, Matt now seized his opportunity. The second fuck I think Matt wanted to get the maximum satisfaction. He fucked me hard and long till I was moaning, then begging for mercy. Usually he is gentle and calming but the frustration that he was about to loose me was taken out with great vigour up my arse.
I spent days drumming into Matts head the additional things he would need to know to be able to train the caddies with the slave masters help. Matt had a good brain on him and he remembered well. Unfortunately being a bred slave his mind had never been extended and he had no memory bank of experience to call on when it came to training and leading other slaves.
Matt was however a fitness freak. Once the gym equipment arrived and with the slave masters help he was shown how to use it, Matt soon developed a good awareness of all its possible uses. By the end of my week with him I was beginning to feel sorry for what the other caddies were going to experience. Under Matt's tutorage in the gym I was convinced that no caddy was likely to loose his body shape.
By the Friday night before my Saturday departure came around, my arse was really sore. In the end, pity or no pity for Matt I had exert myself. Matt and I had another almost full-scale fight before I again just managed to triumph over him, pin him to the ground and maybe for one last time fuck his arse.
He wasn't happy for a while but he's a slave, that's what slaves do. They work and they fuck. Like all things slave, Matt soon recovered and accepted this. Before Matt walked out to caddy that Saturday morning as I waited to be transported for good back to Masters residence, Matt pulled me aside and gave me a huge tongue kiss. As he walked to the corral he was displaying a total boner, I was no different.
End Chapter 8 (Part 17 Continuance of Original)