Property of the State

Thanks for being patient while I worked on Chapter 6. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story... masecam@yahoo.com

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I woke up the next morning nuzzled into the chest of the man who had thoroughly abused my hole last night. I squirmed against the uncomfortable plug he'd filled me with as I'd drifted off to sleep; my cheek nestled against his nipple and steady heartbeat.

"Mmmm," Master Gabe shifted and rubbed his hand slowly over my red and bruised ass.

"Mmmm!" I squirmed and protested as his rough palm bumped along the stripes my straight boy pride had earned me.

"Oh quit that," he smacked my ass playfully and laughed sleepily, sending a painful message through me. I settled down as Master Gabe wished and his hand slid up my back and rubbed over my shortcut hair.

"You know Bryce, I knew Master... Mister Landry was saving you for me. He had to be. He could have fucked you so many times. I know I was rough on you last night. I have to prove to him that I can train you to be a slave worthy of his house." Master Gabe kissed the top of my head as he mused over last night's events and then gave my ass a quick smack causing me to jump up his chest.

"All right, fucktoy, go get ready for the gym." Master Gabe pushed me off of him and then off the bed. I scrambled to my feet and padded off to the workout room where Master and dad were already getting into their routine.

Master Gabe came in as dad and I were finishing running; I'd beat him by 3-tenths of a mile! Master gave an unsettled look at Master Gabe who stretched lazily and made his way to the treadmill I was cooling down on. He lifted me off of it and set me on my feet next to dad. Master Gabe reset the machine and began his own morning run.

I looked over at Master and then lowered my head and stood up straight in correct presentation form. He set down a 50 lb. weight and nodded me over to the pull-up bar. He made his way over to Master Gabe and began pushing up the speed on his treadmill. Master Gabe gave a slightly worried look at Master but began to run faster to keep up with the pace.

"What time does fitness begin in this house?" Master asked without much patience.

"I... I wanted to let Bryce rest a little longer..."

"A proper master doesn't blame his slaves for his failure," Master pushed up the speed on Gabe's treadmill as he punctuated each word. "If you can't learn to be a master, then why would I trust you with my slave?"

"I... I can handle my... the slave. I sent him to do his routine." Master Gabe replied in between heavy breaths.

"To whom does fucktoy belong? Better yet, to whom do YOU belong until your date of release?" Master punched up Gabe's speed a few more beeps. Gabe's chest heaved as his legs pounded heavily on the treadmill.

"You, Master, Sir." Gabe yelled as his face began to redden with a mix of rage, desperation and shame. I was sure he would pay me back for being humiliated in front of me but I couldn't tear my eyes away as I pulled myself up on the bar.

"Perhaps you need to spend your last days being reminded of that." Master stopped edging up Gabe's speed. I felt a twinge of relief inside me as I pulled myself up on the bar, forgetting how difficult this exercise used to be for me. Master was back in control.

"Yes Sir, Master Sir," Gabe choked out as his legs pushed towards their speed limits. He didn't look over at me, probably hoping I wasn't witnessing this power struggle. But my eyes were glued until I felt dad come up behind me and lift me off the pull-up bar and push me on towards the free weights.

"Don't watch this or you'll pay later," dad whispered to me. I broke my stare and looked up at dad who nodded reassuringly and handed me two fifteen pound hand weights.

At breakfast, it seemed as though the power struggle had been settled while dad and I had showered and gotten ready for our day's work. Master and Gabe ate quietly at the bar; Gabe dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank-top that framed his perfect muscles.

Later, as dad and I cleaned up the dishes and got to work on the kitchen, Master went over the day's chores. He'd sent Gabe out to the stores with a list of supplies for tonight's football game party. Dad divided up our work and gave me the chores that would keep me close to Master for most of the morning. I didn't understand it, but dad always had a plan, so I got to work cleaning the windows while dad went over the menu and preparations for tonight's party.

I went around the house naked and plugged with a lanyard around my neck attached to a container of WindowKleenwipes. I hadn't seen much of the outside world but this morning's chore gave me a great view of sunshine and chirping birds. When I went to clean the guest bedroom, I saw a deer standing between two ancient oaks down by the lake. I paused to watch but then heard Master clearing his throat behind me, on his way down to the office. I quickly swiped a cloth across the window and gave a smile with my head bowed.

20 minutes later I was on the downstairs windows as the trucks pulled up to do the yard work. Master had them coming every week; he liked to keep us in the house. A truckload of men got to work mowing, pruning and weeding. I paused at the window to admire their tall, muscled frames. For a moment, I thought of the taller Hispanic one with ripped arms and black tattoos bending me over the truck and riding me. It was a surprisingly gay thought and I quickly shook my head and focused on a spot in the corner of the window, but my cock began to work it's way upward.

I found myself at Master's office door and saw him sitting at his desk wearing an orange polo shirt that hugged every inch of his well-worked chest. He was on the phone so I paused at the doorway and then knelt down to present myself to him. He waved me into his office with a frown and kept talking.

A man on a mower roared past the window and I quickly covered my cock with my hand, feeling embarrassed at a new stranger seeing me naked... and erect. I had to let my cock bounce freely as I cleaned the window, but I kept my eyes peeled for other workers. I finished the window as Master hung up the phone and I moved on to the glass French doors behind Master's desk. He turned around in his chair and put his hands on my hips as I wiped each square pane. He pulled me away from the doors and down into his lap and then spread my legs.

"Is fucktoy ashamed of showing his body in front of the yardmen?" Master asked.

"Yes sir," I admitted and then added, "I'm sorry sir."

Just then, the tall Hispanic man I'd fantasized about came into view. He walked to a row of bushes next to the patio outside the French doors and whipped out his cock. He gave Master a nod as he relieved himself on the bushes. He caught sight of me squirming uncomfortably in Master's lap and wagged his cock at me as he finished peeing.

Master stood up and set me on my feet before moving to the doors and opening them both, allowing a chill breeze into the room.

"How's it going, Joe? I see you added a few new boys to your crew. Business must be going well." Master mused to the gardener who let his cock swing freely out of his boxers.

"It's going pretty well, Aaron. At this rate, I'm looking at adding a third crew next spring. But you know I'll always handle your estate personally." Joe gave a wink and then nodded at me. "This the new Gabe? I haven't had that mouth in months."

"Yep, had to get two new ones to replace Gabe, but he'll stay on here until he gets his own business going. Actually, my latest acquisition has his own special talents. You may want to up your discount after this one." Master laughed. I looked up at him nervously and then quickly lowered my gaze to Joe's shoes. He was rubbing his cock and it grew to a painful looking length. I swallowed hard at the thought of where he'd want to put it.

Joe walked to the doorway and slipped off his muddy work boots. He slipped his jeans down and tore off his tank top, revealing a hard muscled smooth brown chest. He eyed me hungrily and stepped forward, sliding down his boxers and hooking the waistband down under a heavy set of brown furry balls.

"This one's not ready for others yet," Master said and pulled me back against his chest, slid the lanyard of wipes off my head and set them down on the desk behind him. Master turned to his desk and I heard the click of the remote tied to dad's collar. Dad quickly rushed into the room, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

"And this one's for you," Master smiled and waved dad towards Joe who wagged his cock happily. He wasn't disappointed at the sight of dad's youthful, chiseled body.

Dad scrambled to his knees in front of Joe and eagerly attacked his cock as Master sat down behind me in his chair. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down, then turned me around and pushed down on my head. I knelt before him and used my teeth to slide his boxers down and over his heavy and hardening cock.

Behind me, I heard Joe's breath quicken as he spewed vulgarities at dad, "Fuck, this faggot is hardcore. Aww yeah bitch, eat that cock. Fuck yeah," Joe encouraged. Master put his hand on my head and guided it to his cock.

"Mmm fucktoy, lick that cock clean, yeah baby. Just like your daddy does," Master breathed me in heavily as he guided my head down further on his pulsing cock.

"Unf, Unf, Damn Aaron you weren't kidding about this one. He's fucking solid at this," Joe yelled in between smacking dad's face with his nuts as he buried his cock in dad's throat.

"Yeah, and his baby boy is beginning to learn the family craft," Master laughed.

"Holy fuck, you got a family set?" I heard a sucking sound as Joe pulled dad's head off his cock to compare our faces, "Well I'll be damned." I heard dad yelp as Joe once again impaled his face.

Master pulled my head off his cock and pushed me back onto my knees. "Enough of this, Gabe had his cherry, now that ass needs to be plowed by Master." Master looked down at my widening eyes with an evil grin, "Don't worry, I'll go a little easier since you've only been broken in by a smaller cock. Now hop up here on my lap." Master reached into the top drawer of his desk and produced a bottle of lube as I climbed up into his lap.

Master had me squat over his pole as he worked two slimy fingers inside me. I felt my anxiety go to supernova until his fingers found that spot inside me they knew well. My cock hardened and pointed straight out towards Master's chest. When he had sufficiently coated my chute with lube, he slipped his fingers out and gave my cock a few yanks, causing my body to tense up at his touch.

"You want Master's cock inside you boy?" He asked with a grin.

I looked up at his face, keeping my gaze just below his eyes and said, "Yes sir, please fuck me sir."

Master put a slimed finger under my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. He leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue between my lips. His hand slid around to the back of my head and he held me there on his tongue, pushing it back towards my throat.

"Oh he's begging for it, fuck Aaron, that's a.... OH shit," Joe broke off in mid-sentence as dad must have been working his throat on Joe's cock. Master chuckled lightly, breaking the kiss, "Yeah, he's quite the little straight boy bottom."

Master grabbed his cock with one hand and supported my back with the other, pushing me down so his tip brushed against my waiting hole. I looked up at him nervously as I whimpered, then remembered to look down and fixed my gaze on his chest. Master put his tip against the hole and then put his hands on my hips, guiding my hole down and over the tip. It forced its way inside me painfully.

"Relax... breathe... push out so your hole will accept it." Master guided me and then asked an unfair question, "You want this cock, fucktoy?"

"Y...Y...Yes Sir," I said shakily, then realized I wasn't lying. I saw how he looked at Gabe and Dad, he desired them in a way I hadn't yet pleased him with. He looked at me like a cute new toy, but I knew this was the way to make him truly please him, not as a work slave, but as his true and loved possession.

I looked up at his chin and bit my lip nervously before begging, "Please Master, please fuck me." I pushed down on his cock and felt his tip slide into me; and then the shaft. He pushed in only a few inches; then held me there, releasing my hips to rub his hands up and down my back. He could tell by my tone and posture that I didn't need to be forced.

I heard Joe pounding dad's face behind me and used the distraction to slide down another inch or so as I turned to watch Joe burying dad's expert mouth into his pubes. Master forcefully turned my head back, "No," he warned, "Your place is to focus fully on your master." He pushed me down another two inches on his cock as it dug its way inside me.

I bit my lip to keep from whimpering and sniffed back a tear. Master pulled my face up to meet his gaze, his eyes bore through me. "You asked Master to fuck you, did you not?"

"Yes sir, please fuck me master," I whimpered as his hips began to slowly buck under me.

"Then you focus here and not on whatever slut-tivity your dad is up to." He growled and began to bury his cock inside me, grinding against my prostate slowly and deliberately.

It began to work it's magic as the wave shivered through me. My eyes began to roll around in their sockets as I gasped for breath with each sharp pounding his cock delivered. I began to pant and grind my hole against his oversized tool. I buried my lips against his chest and turned into a jellied mess of nerves as Master grasped my hips and lifted and then dropped me down onto his cock.

"Yeah, who's hole is this?" Master growled deeply over my head.

"Yours Master, it is your hole, please, Master, yes," I mumbled dazed into his chest.

"You want this cock in that little fuckhole, don't you fucktoy?" Master lowered his lips to my ear and growled as he began to bite softly on my lobe, another sensitive spot. He moved down to my neck, my head instinctively turning to the side, giving him access to my owned body.

"Oh please, yes, fuck me Master, use your fucktoy," I begged, feeling my hard cock graze against his tummy with each hard drop of my ass onto his pole.

I heard Joe spill his load into dad's willing throat behind me, but I was too lost in this moment to pay it notice. My Master was pleased; that was my only concern.

I felt my cock tightening up. It twitched each time it bumped along Master's stomach; the ridges of his muscled abs urged it towards climax.

"Master, I feel it close, please sir, I can't hold it." I begged and whined into his shoulder, mumbling lost in ecstasy.

"You WILL hold it, fucktoy, a slave does not finish without his Master's approval. You will hold it or I will hold it for you." Master barked as he pile-drived my hole, bucking his hips to drive his thick cock deeper inside me.

"I can't Sir," I begged and whined, whimpering into his shoulder. I tried to push it out of my mind and focus on unpleasant things, but my cock skimmed along his tummy. The intense waves of pleasure emanating from my prostate as Master's expert rod massaged it were driving me towards the brink. "Please sir," I begged, "Please, I can't stop it."

"Fuck," Master said in a very annoyed tone and pulled me off his cock. He hooked his hands under my armpits and lifted me up, my cock hung in front of me, pulsing confusedly. He set me on my feet and reached behind him, taking an ice cube out of his water glass. He grabbed my nuts and yanked me forward. He rubbed the ice along my shaft and then grasped it, holding the cube against my quickly softening cock.

Master used his other hand to keep pumping his cock as he smiled at me sadistically. "We're going to get this under control! If you can't control yourself, I'll have to do it for you."

I winced and squirmed as he pushed the cube against my shriveled cock. He traced it up and down the shaft and then brought the ice up to my lips and pushed it between them. "Swallow it, fucktoy," he barked. I gulped it in; the salty, precum covered cube slid down my throat.

Master picked me up again and lifted me up and over his cock and then quickly slammed me down on it, pumping in and out of me with brute force. "Yeah fucktoy, Master's going to give you his seed."

My ice-cold cock matched the frozen filth taste on my tongue, but Master's cock knew how to handle a boy-hole with expert touch. I leaned into him as he went back to work on my ear, his tongue tracing slowly up and down. I tried remembering the image of my naked father deep throating the gardener as Master slammed up into me. I slowed my breathing and focused on my disgust with where my choices had gotten me, but my cock wouldn't settle down. It quickly rose again at Master's touch.

"Oh fuck, here it comes fucktoy," Master growled and I sighed with relief and pleasure hoping his strokes would be over before my climax could be reached.

Master gripped my sides as he lifted and dropped me on his cock. "Ohhhhh fuckcckkkk," Master yelled as his deep fucking heavy pole slammed all the way into me. He held me down as he stuffed my hole, every inch of him inside me, my cheeks resting on his balls.

"OHHHHH FUCK YEAH!" Master yelled and I felt his cock twitch inside me, his hands slid up my back and he pressed me hard against his heaving chest as he emptied his balls into my well-fucked hole.

"Oh fucking take it, yeah, fucktoy, Oh shit!" Master growled again. I felt my hole twitch in rhythm with his cock as I instinctively flexed to grip his pole and milk his precious seed. I felt a deep wanting inside me. I needed to be filled by my Master, to please him. I heard approval with each heave of his chest, the release of breath from his royal lips. He bounced me a few more times to milk out the last drops of his seed. I'd hold them inside me as long as I could.

Master's body relaxed with a slow, "ahhhhh, yeah." His head inclined to kiss the top of my hair. "Sweet little baby hole," he said tenderly. "See what you do to please your Master?" He had me gripped tightly against his chest, his heart pounding against my ear.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I whined and let my ear glide back and forth against his erect nipple.

"You made a good boy here," Master said over my head.

"Thank you sir, but you have trained him well," I heard dad say from behind us. I looked over, my head still pinned against Master's chest and saw dad, naked and presenting on his knees, hands behind his back, hard cock sailing out in futility between his thighs and a smile wide across his face. He was proud of me, so was I.

When Master recovered his breath, he slid his arms down and I wiggled up into a kneeling position in his lap, his heavy soft cock still planted deep inside me. I saw Gabe standing in the doorway. Joe had gone back out to work on the lawn.

Master Gabe's eyes looked at me sadly and I suddenly felt shame. I lowered my gaze, remembering that he wasn't quite of my status anymore. I felt his eyes on me. I wasn't sure what they meant, but I suspected he was hurt. Maybe he thought Master had truly given me to him and wouldn't use me himself. But I didn't care...

I felt a slow grin spread across my face but quickly stashed it against Master's pec. I didn't want Master Gabe to see me enjoying another cock. I wasn't sure if he'd take it out on me later.

A warm line of Master's seed began to trickle down my thigh and the sensation brought me back to the present. Master's hand found the back of my head and he turned my face to his.

He let out a sigh, considering my young face with a gentle smile, before saying, "Go get cleaned up and then back to chores. I expect these windows to be cleaned again. Gabe will put your plug back in once you're cleaned up."

"Yes sir," I wiggled off his cock and felt it slide out of me. I felt suddenly empty. My cock was still rock hard but I knew a cold shower would bring it back to its expected state. I needed to work on controlling it.

That afternoon, Master Gabe joined us in the day's chores and party preparations. He worked in a pair of tight black briefs that Master must have picked out for him to show us that he wasn't quite yet a Master, but somewhat above us in stature.

By 7:30, we had the house showroom clean. Master Gabe ignored me save for a few fleeting looks as he went about helping us prepare the house. Master's friends would arrive soon and there were trays of appetizers splayed across the coffee table. The three of us were waiting, knelt on the floor next to the front door. Dad, Master Gabe and I knelt naked and in presentation stance awaiting Master's inspection. I supposed Master had taken away Gabe's briefs for the evening.

"Tonight I'm having guests whom you will each treat as if he were your Master," Master said as he paced in front of us wearing jeans, a tight t-shirt and flip-flops. "These guests are business contacts with whom I am currently negotiating. This evening will go well and you will each cater to whatever needs, wants or whims our guests have. If you cost me business, you will spend the next week in a very small cage in the garage...." Master paused and tapped my head, "You, my little fucktoy, will be leashed to me for the evening so as not to have a repeat of your behavior from the last evening I hosted."

With that, he walked away and we waited, kneeling and silent with heads bowed until the doorbell rang. Dad rose at the first bell and opened the door to welcome a tall white man in his late 30's and a white muscular slave in his mid-20s. Dad welcomed the visiting master inside and seated him in the living room and then went to get him a beer as the man's slave knelt at his side.

Master Gabe rose with the second bell and welcomed a mid-sized white man who was slightly over-tanned. He had no slave, but gave Gabe a wink as he walked past him and pulled gently at Gabe's cock. Gabe gave a reserved shiver and allowed the guest his transgression, even adding a grateful nod as he led the guest into the living room.

I waited naked and kneeling against the cold tile floor by the front door until the third bell rang. Master was just returning as it sounded. He had changed into a crisp green polo shirt that hugged the ridged outline of his chest. It was tucked into a pair of jeans I had watched dad iron this morning, secured with a strong leather belt. Master had on a comfortable pair of brown leather shoes and matching watch.

As Master approached the door, I caught sight of a long string of black leather wrapped around his hand. He opened the door to another tall white man in his late 40's; a Latino slave who looked to be about my size, age and shape followed him. Master welcomed the guest master with a brief hug and warm smile, he waved him into the living room and the man led his slave behind him by a leash secured to his collar.

"Up," Master barked, bringing my attention back to him. I scrambled to my feet and crossed my wrists behind my back to show appropriate presentation stance. Master unwound the leather leash from his hand and I raised my head to give him access to my collar.

"Head down, fucktoy," Master said without emotion. I stared down at my toes as I heard several metal snapping sounds from Master's hands. He produced the leash. On the end of it was two leather strips sewn together to make an "X." Each "X" was lined with metal snaps. I had never seen anything like it and wasn't sure what part of me it would attach to.

"This is a nut leash," Master said with a smirk. "This keeps your little toy nuts in check." Master grabbed my balls and pulled them down and away from my cock sending a "yelp" through me as he twisted them roughly in his palm.

"Quiet, fucktoy," Master growled and gave my nuts an extra painful twist. He separated my balls in his palm and looped two stems of the leather X around my left nut and snapped them together a little too tightly. He did the same to my right nut and let them drop. Out of the middle of the X came the leash that Master secured around his wrist.

"Now, you will go where I go and be by my side or in my lap at all times. That is if you ever plan to have working nuts when your sentence here is complete. I can't have you making a scene like you did last time when a master got too close."

I started to remind him that the guest master had intentions of shoving his cock in me, but I remembered that he hadn't asked me a question. Better to keep my mouth shut...

"Come now," Master turned and began to walk, pulling the leash behind him. My nuts led me to a quick two paces behind him. Master led me, head down through the living room and over to his big chair. I felt a pull on my nuts when he sat down. The leash was pulled taught, but I hadn't been told to kneel yet. I stood and squirmed uncomfortably.

"Down," Master pulled his wrist back, pulling my aching nuts away from my body. I knelt quickly beside him but he continued pulling the leash, pulling my nuts. I gave a whimper and Master released, letting the leash go slack. I waited, kneeling at Master's side on the floor as the guests were served by their slaves, dad and Gabe.

The man who had come with no slaves had dad dutifully in front of him, arranging appetizers on a plate. Dad presented the man with the plate and then went to make him the drink he'd requested. Gabe knelt in a tensed position between me and the Latino slave. Gabe had his head bowed, but occasionally looked over at me, considering the leash that was presenting my now purple nuts to the world. Master cleared his throat and put his hand on top of my head, turning it towards him.

"I will have a plate with chips and salsa, plus a few of those cheese puffs. And you," he directed his voice toward Gabe who quickly perked his head up, ready to serve the master he'd been tied to all these years. "You will fetch me a beer, use one of the iced mugs in the freezer and bring a few of those on a plate out to the coffee table."

Gabe rose and walked past me, giving my knee a tender brush with his toe as he paused in front of us to say "Of course, Master."

I looked over at the plates, which, considering my nut leash; seemed well out of reach. I looked up at Master who had a sly grin across his lips. I looked back at the mission in front of me, knowing it would be difficult. But I had a mission and I'd pay more if I disappointed Master.

I crawled forward on my knees until I felt my nuts pulled back under me. I kneed forward a few more inches until they were pulled as far as I thought my body could take. I reached across several platters of food and still felt the plates a few inches away from my body.

I looked over helplessly at the silent Latino slave who could have easily handed me a plate. He rolled his eyes at me and shook his head... asshole. I looked over at dad who could have also helped me. He gave me a hopeful nod and his eyes said, "you can do it." I reached farther until my nuts were pulling painfully away from me, pleading with me to stop. I gave a slight yelp but pressed on and managed to nudge the plates with my middle finger. That only served to push them farther away.

I felt tears forming in my eyes and turned back towards Master, hoping he'd have pity on me. His grin straightened out into a firm line of annoyance. He raised his arm to give me a few extra inches on my leash but shook his head in disapproval. It was enough for me to grab the top plate and quickly get back into a comfortable kneel as I hunted for the chips and salsa he wanted.

"Thank you Master, sir," I said through sniffles.

Master responded by pulling quickly on my leash, giving me a painful reminder that disappointing him was never a pleasant option.

"Thank you Master sir," I said again for his reminder of my position. I quickly scooped an array of tortilla chips onto his plate and used the spoon to get the salsa. The cheese puffs were closer and I quickly finished putting together his plate just as Gabe was returning with Master's beer and the iced mugs.

I crawled over to Master and held his plate out to him. He didn't take it, but kept me kneeling in front of him, facing away from the guests as he picked food from his plate. I kept my head bowed, not daring to revisit his disapproving look.

"I'm sorry sir, I tried, but I let you down," I whispered to him as the guests all made conversation behind us.

"You will learn," Master said, his voice softening towards the hurt in my voice. He sensed my true penance at having let him down.

Master finished most of his food as he made small talk with the guests. I wasn't trying to listen in on his business, instead focusing on holding the plate still in front of him as I knelt with bowed head.

From what I did catch, the men were planning some new construction project in the county and discussing numbers. Master had Gabe fetch some files from his office as they talked.

"This one," Master said as he motioned towards Gabe, "will be working to finish this project. He's put in a lot of work on this and he knows the numbers and logistics of it. He's put together some great ideas."

"You have your slaves working on business?" One of the guests said with interest.

"Well he'll be a free man in a few more days. But he's assisted me for years with the work. He's developed a specialty for this type of project. He'll make a fine master once he matures a bit." Master said proudly as though talking about his own son. I'd never heard Master speak about me... or to me with such pride. I looked over a Gabe who blushed but kept his head down. He caught my eye and gave a sly wink.

"Gabe," Master said as though addressing a peer, "Why don't you go and put some clothes on and then come back and explain your ideas."

"Yes Master, Thank you Master," Gabe sputtered and quickly walked past us.

"Two minutes," Master barked as Gabe left the room. Gabe paused and turned with a confused look, "Of course, sir. I wouldn't waste my Master's time..."

When he'd left, the men began to look through the papers and talk while Master turned his attention back to me.

"He will be a good Master of you," he said, petting my head. Master reached over to the plate and took a chip, broke it in half and pressed one piece to my lips, "Eat." I quickly gobbled it, the salty treat felt so foreign on my palate.

"Thank you Master," I said as I swallowed and gave the other chips on his plate a lustful look.

Master took the other piece and held it out towards dad, "Come, eat." Dad quickly crawled over and held out his tongue as Master put the other chip half on it. He chewed it gratefully as Master lightly pat his head and smiled.

"Thank you, Master;" dad swallowed and smiled at me before quickly returning to his guest master's needs.

Master Gabe came back into the room wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. He hadn't been gone but a minute, I doubted he'd wasted time on underwear. Master Gabe moved with increasing authority through the living room. He began to kneel between two of the men who were going over the plans.

"You may sit," Master directed and Gabe thanked him before sitting between the men and explaining his schematics and charts.

Gabe spoke with authority that resonated deeply inside me. My head swam with pride and lust and a desire to be the proud slave serving such a smart and capable businessman. He would never attain Master's stature, but I knew Gabe cared about me and would appreciate having a loyal slave who would be at his disposal in all matters. For the first time, I felt hope that he and Master would train me and educate me on their success and maybe someday I'd be like them, proud men, free men, productive and successful.

Master must have grown tired of listening to Gabe discuss business, he gave a quick yank on my nut leash to get my attention and then patted his lap. I hopped up and straddled his lap with my knees, facing my Master with bowed head. He lazily stroked my back. I smelled the alcohol on his breath as he leaned into me. His finger hooked under my chin and he lifted my eyes up to meet his.

Instinctively, I lowered them. Master's gaze always made me nervous. He laughed at that and leaned in to bite at my earlobe. "Good boy," he whispered. His hand moved to the back of my head and he rubbed me like a dog, but his approving touch, words and lips sent shivers through me. I glanced up to catch his glazed, lustful gaze and then quickly lowered my eyes again.

Master's touch awakened my cock and aching balls. It sprung to attention as any good slave should always be filled with desire for his owner. Master's hand wandered down and he lazily stroked my cock, pulling it towards him. His finger traced around the foreskin and pushed inside of it, causing the tip to leak a little precum.

"Taste," Master said as he brought the finger to my lips and I sucked it in hungrily.

"Thank you sir," I said when I'd finished cleaning Master's finger. I lapped at it again for good measure.

"Do you like your taste?" he asked gently, drunk and playfully.

"I desire whatever Master offers me," I admitted shamelessly.

"Good boy," Master said and his lips leaned in to catch mine. I opened my lips and his tongue found its way inside me. I sucked at his tongue as it traced slow and forceful circles around my own. My cock was at full mast, leaky and needing to be released, a treat I couldn't count on.

"Do you desire Gabe as you do your Master?" he asked sincerely. The world behind me disappeared as I felt the gravity of having Master's full attention.

I thought about his question carefully, my eyebrows knitting together in a look that pleased him. A smile crept across his soft pink lips. "I wish only to please my Master, whomever he may be." I said, feeling safe in that answer.

"As it should be," Master affirmed. He kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Thank you sir," I returned. "I do want to please you."

Master hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me off his lap, turning me and allowing me to relax into his lap as the scene that had been behind me once again appeared.

Dad had his head buried in his guest master's lap. The man had his cock out, a proud 7 inches. Dad had his tongue out and was lapping at the man's cock as he held dad's head by the ears. He was teasing dad with the tip, pulling his head back so dad had to stretch out his tongue to lap at it.

Master Gabe was reclining on the couch, eyeing me hungrily. The business discussion had concluded and the two other guest masters had their slaves working on their cocks. My own Master had grown hard under me. I felt his erection pushing against his jeans and rubbing against the plug in my hole.

Master motioned for Gabe to come over to us and Gabe rose. He came over and knelt in front of us, looking up at Master, meeting his gaze, ready for instructions. He was clothed, the sign of freedom. He wasn't in slave mode, but his kneeling pose gave uncertainty to that stance. He was ready for anything.

Master waved him up from behind me. Master Gabe rose and moved in towards us, his growing package strained the jeans he wore, his crotch just inches from my face.

Master pushed on my back and I leaned forward to put my lips against Master Gabe's cock outlined jeans. I lipped the outline of his cock, fully hard and pushing out against the jeans.

Master reached for the zipper and lowered it, then reached in to fish out Gabe's tool. It bounced out and landed against my nose, a trickle of sweet precum leaked down to my lips and I lapped at it knowing it was meant for my throat. Master pushed my head onto Gabe's erection and my lips parted to suck it down my throat.

"Oh fuck," Master Gabe said as his cock pushed through my lips and back to the entrance of my throat. I had been building up my cock sucking skills. I hoped to please him and please Master who was pushing me fully onto his cock.

Once my lips were firmly planted on Master Gabe's cock, Master's hands slid down to my hips and he grinded my plugged hole against the bulge in his jeans. I ground my hips in time with his grip, letting him know I planned to fully submit to his desires.

Master's hand slipped down to my ass and he gave a playful flick at my plug, sending pain through me as Master Gabe impaled me on his cock, gliding it in and out of my throat as I gasped around it for air. I looked up at him pleadingly and he gave me a sadistic grin as his hand firmly held my head on his cock.

Master Gabe bucked his hips as he forced himself deeper inside my throat, moaning taunts down at me. "Fuck yeah, fucktoy, fucking take that cock." He taunted both to assure me of who controlled my mouth at the moment and to assure Master that he knew how to properly handle a fucktoy such as me.

"Mmm yeah, take Gabe's cock, fucktoy," Master encouraged as he gave my plug a turn in his hand. He wiggled it as he turned it. He pumped it a few times before popping it out of me, leaving me empty and waiting.

"You need something to fill that hole, don't you fucktoy?" Master rubbed my back.

"MMMM," was all I could choke out as Master Gabe wasn't letting up on my throat for a second. He began pumping furiously in and out of me in triumph of his night's business performance.

"I think he needs some Gabe time on this little slut hole, don't you fucktoy?" Master laughed from behind me as he tossed my plug onto the coffee table. His fingers worked their way inside me and he quickly found my special spot and rubbed at it gently. The result was a wave of intense need to be filled that swept across me.

"Yeah? I can fuck him, sir?" Master Gabe asked Master uncertainly.

Master pulled my head off Master Gabe's cock with a loud popping sound. I worked my jaw uncomfortably as Master lifted me up off his lap and handed me up to Master Gabe who reached out for me with a confused expression.

"Go ahead and take the rest of the night off, Gabe," Master said with a smile, "You did a good job tonight. Go enjoy your fucktoy."

Master Gabe tossed me over his shoulder, my ass squirming helplessly in the air.

"Thank you sir." Master Gabe said and gave my ass a firm smack, "I'll make sure tomorrow we make it on time for exercise.... But are you sure you don't need us to help clean up?"

"Nah, I have fucktoy's dad and the other slaves will help before they go." Master reassured.

With that, we were off for another night. Master Gabe carried me effortlessly on his muscled shoulder back to his new bedroom. I had please both Master and Master Gabe tonight. I hoped it was enough to earn a climax.

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Next Chapter: dad's master returns and it's unclear whether or not he'll let dad stay and give up ownership. Plus see how Gabe's transition from slave to master turns out. Let me know if you have comments of suggestions or complaints: masecam@yahoo.com