THE NEWBY
Part Three
By Arthur
For a full list of other stories by "Arthur", you can use the "Prolific Authors" link on the front page of "nifty.org".
These include stories in the sections of "Adult/Youth" "Young Friends" "Authoritarian" "Fantasy/ SiFi"
Please Note;
The email address on earlier stories is now redundant, the new address is: artcart44@ihug.co.nz
Erotica is not pornography; it is the thought and intent that creates the desire to fulfill a dream.
I could see myself standing in a large dark room, somewhat like a cellar, the walls were of stone and a steady dripping of water could be heard off in the darkness. The smell of old leather and oil pervaded my nostrils as I tried to peer into the dimness around me.
Behind me were the soft moans of someone in pain and the lighter rattle of chains seeped into my hearing. The voice I could hear in its agony was calling me over and over again.
"Master, take me, make me yours, Master I love you, use me as you will."
The young voice sent out his small sobs in between the words, the effect on my libido intensified as I heard his begging voice and looking down at my hand, I saw a narrow whip held firmly, its long thin tongue twitching on the floor.
I could feel the power surging through my taut muscles as my wrist flicked the evil looking tool of punishment back and forth. This was power, this was domination, I am the Master, everyone else is nothing but my slave to use as I see fit.
A new smell invaded my nostrils as the voice called again.
"Master...Master...Master"
Someone was shaking my arm and the picture in my mind began to recede back into my dream world.
"Urmph...wha...who...?"
"Master, I have your dinner ready."
"What?...S...Sam?"
Through the foggy feeling of my short sleep, I saw Sam kneeling by the side of the bed, his small delicate hand was gently rubbing the back of my own where it lay close to him.
"Master, I have your dinner ready."
The residue of my dream faded from my mind as the all-pervading smell of freshly cooked food took over my senses. With a feeling of unfulfilled sleep, I lifted my head from the comfort of the soft pillow and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
Once I had my feet on the floor, I looked over to the center of the room, there, on the small square coffee table was laid out a Chinese meal fit for a king. Where or how Sam had done it I had no idea but the smell coming from it had made my stomach begin to rumble with anticipation.
Sam stayed on his knees as I stood up, in his free hand he held out the $10.00 note I had given him to buy our dinner with.
"What's this Sam?"
"Your money Master, there was no need to pay for it."
Looking again at the banquet on the table I couldn't understand what had happened.
"How did you pay for all that food Sam?"
"You are my Master, I am yours to use and that includes the use of my body for all your needs. Master, I serviced the cook and he made the meal for you at no charge. I have known him before and he likes me a lot, it is what I am here for Master, too make your life easier and to tend to your needs."
"But he gave you all this, all the plates and the food as well?"
"Master, the plates must be returned to him tomorrow, I shall do it first thing in the morning. Is the meal to your liking Master?"
"Yes Sam, very much, thank you."
"Master, thanks are not needed, I'm your slave and it is my duty too you."
"Well ok Sam, but thank you anyway."
Sam lowered his head to the floor and then kissed my feet after which he lifted my right foot and placed it on the top of his head, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it.
"I am yours Master."
Sam pulled up the only chair in front of the low table then knelt down beside it as I sat down, the meal was amazing, a large bowl of steaming white rice was in the center, spread around were smaller dishes of meat and vegetables done in a variety of styles.
Char seu pork, honey and soy chicken wings, steamed dim sims, sweet and sour steamed fish, thin slices of steak in a black bean sauce, a smooth looking egg fu yong and a bowl of clear chicken soup sprinkled with finely chopped chalots.
Whatever Sam had done for this meal must have cost him a lot and I had no option but to ask what his sacrifice had been before I could start eating. I hadn't noticed before but now I saw that Sam was not comfortable kneeling as he was on the floor, I had thought it was from my own brutality too him but, now it seemed he was in a little more pain than before.
"Sam?"
"Yes Master?"
"What did you have to do for all this food?"
"It was very little Master, Mr. Leu likes to bight my butt as I masturbate him."
"But what about your butt, I gave you a hell of a beating, how could you let him bight you there?"
"It was very painful Master and he liked my screams very much so he came quickly, it was not too bad Master, it was my duty too you."
"Drop you shorts Sam, I want too see what he has done to you."
"Yes Master."
Sam immediately stood and dropped his shorts to the floor and then turned around for me to look at him. His white butt was a mass of bruised stripes, the residue of some dried blood was still clear on his tender skin.
Interspersed among the stripes were the darker red teeth marks that had been delivered so hard that they almost broke the skin again, I counted twenty deep teeth welts on his ravaged butt, the pain he had endured for me must have been severe.
"Master?"
"Yes Sam?"
"May I strip Master, it is how I should be when in your presence and I must admit to you Sir, that it would be more comfortable for me just now."
"Yes Sam, where is your plate, you should eat some of this?"
"No Master, I can't eat until you have finished, it would not be right Master."
"Well then come and sit beside me."
"Yes Master."
Sam took his place kneeling beside me again, I looked down at his young face, the pain was obvious on his features. I could feel the beginning of a tear in my eye as I sat looking at him. Taking a chicken wing from the plate I placed it near his mouth, Sam opened up and I slid the sweet hot wing into his mouth, his small tongue came out and he licked my fingers clean before he began to chew the wing, bones and all.
Sam sat with his hands behind his back, barely a movement went through him as he waited with infinite patience while I began to take large slurps of the clear soup. At every third spoon full I leant down and fed it to Sam who, with a look of surprise on his beautiful face, swallowed it with obvious relish.
It was plain too see that there was way too much food for me alone and the hand feeding of Sam brought me a sense of peace and satisfaction at my new life as a slave owner.
When I had eaten all I could fit into my distended stomach, I sat back and belched out loudly before turning to look at Sam.
"Are you still hungry Sam?"
"I am your servant Master, what you wish I will obey."
"Ok then Sam, I want you to finish the rest of this food then clean up afterwards."
"Yes Master, Master?"
"Yes Sam?"
"May I wash your hands and lips for you?"
"Uh...well ok Sam, if that's what you want."
"Master, it is not what I want but what you want that is important, I see it as my duty Sir, but, as this is new for you I thought I should suggest it Master."
"Very well Sam, you do what you should."
"Yes Master."
Sam rose in all his naked glory, his bruised butt seeming to shine as he made his way to the bathroom, only to return quickly with a face cloth in his hands. With delicate thoughtfulness he gently cleaned my lips and then when I offered my hands, he carefully cleaned each finger in turn before cleaning the palms of my hands. After finishing with the cloth, he took the towel from around his neck and proceeded to dry me off.
"Thank you Sam, now sit down and eat."
"Yes Master."
Sam again took his place kneeling on the floor but this time directly in front of the table and refused to take the chair I had vacated as I went to lay on the bed again, my stomach stuffed to over flowing.
"Why don't you sit in the chair, Sam?"
"Because it is your chair Master, it would be disrespectful to sit there."
"Uhm...ok, well it looks as though I have a lot to learn, doesn't it."
"Master Rodger will help you Sir."
"Is that the guy you told me about?"
"Yes Master, he has been a Master for a very long time and will help you with anything you may need to know about keeping me Sir."
"Ok, well you get that food inside you, I'm going to lay down."
"Yes Master, where do you wish me to sleep Master?"
"Where would you normally sleep Sam?"
"On the floor or wherever my Master told me too, Master."
"I think I want you in bed with me tonight Sam."
"At your command Master."
"Good, ok then get that food inside and then come to bed, it's getting late and I'm tired from the traveling today."
"Yes Master, thank you Master."
As I lay on the bed listening to the human vacuum cleaner at the table, a sudden thought struck me and I looked up and over at the tousled head bent over the food.
"Sam?"
A muffled voice came from the mouth stuffed with rice and fu yong.
"Yesh Mashter."
"Would you have finished off that food if I hadn't said you could have it?"
His obvious need for the food had caught my attention. A large gulping sound followed my question.
"Oh no Master, that would have been disrespectful and disobedient."
"Even though you were still hungry?"
"Yes Master, I have no will of my own, it's only what you wish that is important to my life."
"Oh, ok, well get back to it and when your finished and cleaned up then come over here and keep me company."
"Yes Master."
The noises of the vacuum cleaner began again as I rested back with that soporific feeling you get with a full belly. As I lay there now close to dozing off, I could hear the sound of dishes being scraped and stacked, then with the lightness of a feather, the bed moved and a warm naked body slithered its way between my partially spread legs.
I looked down my torso and saw Sam's smiling face looking back at me from his place between my legs.
"What is it Sam?"
"May I undress you Master?"
In my relaxed state after the meal, I had just lain down on the bed and hadn't given a thought to the fact I was still dressed in the same clothes I had worn all day. Why not let him do it? I couldn't move if I wanted too.
"Yes Sam, ok you do it, I'm too tired to move."
"Thank you Master."
Sam's efficiency soon had me as naked as he was and as he pulled the bed clothes over my tired body, he lay down again between my legs, his head resting in my crotch, then, with a smoothness that surprised me, Sam opened his mouth and took my flaccid tool into his warm cavern and closed his eyes.
The stress of my long day took over and even with the hot mouth around my shaft, I began to settle into my sleep, the feeling of Sam's moist warmth seemed somehow comforting as I drifted off into the land of Nod.
A shaft of bright sunlight flickered across my closed eyes as the noise of the morning traffic outside the hotel rumbled in my ears. As usual my morning hard-on and the need to piss was uppermost in my mind as soon as my eyes opened.
The moist mouth was still wrapped around my straining shaft and as I threw back the covers, there, with open eyes and a semi smile on his face, lay Sam, his look was almost pleading as he stared unwaveringly back at me.
"You better take your mouth away Sam or I'm going to unload inside you."
The nodding of his head and the clamping of his lips told their own story, was this boy serious? Did he want me to unload my overnight water into his mouth. The questioning look in my eyes must have caught his attention as he gave a little nod of his head.
My stomach tightened in an attempt to stop from releasing my water into him but to no avail, the first spurt of the hot liquid had Sam swallowing for all he was worth, not once did he try to avoid the hot jet of liquid but continued to swallow quickly, not loosing a drop from his tightly clasped lips.
When the last dribble had left my still erect shaft, Sam began to gently manipulate it with his throat muscles until I was panting heavily, my testicles tightening up close to my scrotum as he worked his mouth with a dedication that surprised me.
That age old tingling took over and, with a gasp and groan of total pleasure, I let Sam take his reward from me in a number of hard driven thrusts of my hips as my juices throbbed into him.
His soft tongue began to carefully clean me off as I lay in spent exhaustion, Sam's voice penetrated my somnolent thoughts.
"Master?"
"Mmmm?"
"May I go to the bathroom Master?"
"Mmmm...yeah sure Sam, off you go."
"Thank you Master."
Sam slithered from between my legs and, led by his rigid boyhood, made a quick exit for the bathroom, on his return he was still rigidly hard as he knelt by the bed looking up at me.
"Sam, you're still as hard as a nail, didn't you want to cum?"
"Yes Master, I wanted too but I can't, not without your permission too do so."
"What? You mean I have to order you too cum as well?"
"Yes Master, as I said before, my body is yours, I can't do anything with it unless you say so or it would be disrespectful too you."
The image of his tight little shaft was imprinted on my memory, I have never tried to have oral sex with anyone before but something about Sam's four-inch shaft seemed just too inviting so, with a mental shrug, I told him to come back up onto the bed.
"Yes Master, how would you like me to lay down for you?"
"I don't want you to lay down Sam, come up here and kneel across my chest so I can get at your dick, I want to try sucking you."
"Master, you want to do that for me? really?"
"Yes Sam, I think you have truly earned it and I want to try it as well, I've never done it before and I want too see what it's like."
"Thank you Master, I'll try to make it good for you."
"Ok Sam, no more talk, come up here where I can get at it."
"Yes Master."
Sam's smooth skin snaked its way up my torso until he was kneeling right in front of my mouth, his small thin shaft only a fraction of an inch from my partially open lips. With a little hesitation, I poked out my tongue and gave his bright red glans a small touch, it felt like a soft rubber toy, its heat and the heat and smell of his groin causing my mind to flood with images of a thin lolly-pop.
Well I had gone this far so, with no more hesitation, I opened my mouth fully and swallowed the warm flesh until it was pressing at the back of my throat and the fullness almost caused me to gag.
So this is what it felt like, this warm hard flesh nail resting inside my mouth with its fresh taste and smell of boy on and around it, with no more thought I began to create some suction on the muscle in my mouth, the soft crooning sound coming from Sam's lips told me that I must have been doing something right.
His thin shaft jumped wildly in my mouth with a life of its own as I began to work my mouth up and down its short length, my hands reached out and grasped him behind the thighs as I became enthralled with the feel and smell of his slim body and the heat emanating from him.
It seemed only seconds before he was crying out as he flooded my mouth with his offering, the salty but sweet taste of him filling my mouth and without thinking, I swallowed and tasted him for the first time.
The shudders and spasms running through him caused me to hold tighter to his twitching thighs until he collapsed totally spent onto my chest with a groan of pleasure that said it all. His voice was no more than a whisper as he laid full length on top of me.
"Thank you Master, thank you."
"Its ok Sam, it felt good for me too."
I closed my arms around him and pulled him closer to me, it felt good having his smooth young body so near and my own rod was responding in its usual teenage way too finally push its way between the tight butt cheeks above them.
"You need relief Master, let me get you ready as we have no lube here."
"Huh, lube?"
"Yes Master, I'm a little sore still and may not be able to take you fully dry."
"Take you?"
"Yes Master, you need relief and my butt is yours to use, let me give you something to make it easier for you to enter me."
"Enter you, Sam your butt has been beaten nearly raw, how the hell are you going to stand me doing it too you?"
"It is my duty too please you Master, any pain I may feel is nothing as long as you are happy."
"Are you sure?"
The thought of feeling his tight small butt wrapped around my now raging shaft was too much for me to resist, Sam turned around and lowered his mouth over my hardness, with a few well placed movements he quickly had me covered in a coating of warm spit.
In a well-practiced movement, Sam turned again and lay back down on my chest then, with a wriggle of his slim body, eased downward until my shaft was nestled between his cheeks. The very tip of my glans was neatly pressing against something hot and moving, then, with another wriggle, I felt his legs widen and a strong muscle surrounded me like a vice.
Slowly the muscle contracted and twitched as it swallowed my needy rod, the heat and tightness sent strange but likeable signals through me as Sam worked his way onto me until, with a last groan, I felt him planted fully on my groin, his hot butt grinding into my pubic hair.
This was my first experience in being inside anyone, boy or girl, the sensations were coursing through me so fast that I started to thrust upward in an attempt to bury myself deeper into the hot cavern of willing flesh.
Sam tried to spread his legs wider so I could get deeper into him, his re-awoken nail was pressing hard into my stomach as I went into the oldest known movement of push and withdraw known to man.
His moans and groans became loud in my ear as he clasped tightly to my shoulders while I began to pound harder into the open offering. Time seemed unimportant as my heat rose to the edge until with a cry that should have woken everyone in the hotel, I sent Sam my pent up juices while his own wetness spread over my stomach.
Minutes later, as the orgasmic haze faded from my mind, I heard Sam sobbing softly on my chest.
"Sam, what's wrong?"
"Master, oh Master, I'm so sorry for being bad, I shouldn't have done it but I couldn't stop it."
"What are you talking about Sam?"
"Master, I came without your permission, please Master what's your punishment?"
"Punishment? What are you talking about?"
"Master, a good slave should never cum without his Masters permission, I failed you and have to be punished for it."
"No Sam, I'm not going to punish you for a rule I didn't know about."
"But Master, I knew about it and I should be punished for my disrespect."
"Well Sam, If I'm truly your Master, then I think it is up to me to make that decision."
"Yes Master, as you wish Master, thank you Master."
"God I've never felt anything like that, you are a beautiful boy Sam, I hope I can be a good Master for you."
"You are already a good Master too me. May I now help you to shower Master?"
"Uhm, yes I think we should get cleaned up, we have a lot to do today Sam."
"Yes Master, at once Master."
The shower was soothing and his delicate touch did a lot to settle my nerves, the lathering all over sent my groin into a spin but this was not the time to play, I had a lot to do and hopefully a lot to learn from his friend.
Once we were both clean I looked at Sam's clothes, the rags he wore were not going to be any good so I thought we might as well find something better for him to wear.
"Sam?"
"Yes Master?"
"We have to get you some decent clothes today, those rags are way past being of any use."
"Yes Master, thank you Master but if I may say, Master Roger may be able to help you with clothes for a slave, perhaps it might be better to see him first."
"Do you think he can help, Sam?"
"Yes Master, I'm sure he will help you."
"Ok then, lets go see him this morning."
"Yes Master, I will carry the plates and return them while you rest here Master."
"Will it take you long?"
"No Master, the restaurant is just around the corner, I will be back in ten minutes."
"Ok, off you go."
"Yes Master."
True to his word, Sam returned in a little less than ten minutes and after I locked the room we headed off to find this mysterious Master. Sam, true to his ways, followed me just a step behind and close to my right shoulder giving me directions as we made our way down the street amongst the people going off to work.
Damn, that was the next thing to think of, my meager reserves of cash would not last long feeding both of us and I still had the room to pay for, even if I let Sam do his duty to the owner.
Sam directed me around corners and up and down different streets until I was completely lost, when I was about to give up Sam's voice broke the silence as we stood outside an apartment building.
"Master, this is where Master Roger lives."
"How do we get in Sam?"
"Ring the bell for the penthouse Master, when he answers, tell him you have taken me and you need his help care for me. Master Roger knows me and will understand."
Following his advice I pushed the bell for the penthouse. The voice that answered was brusque and sounded a little old but had a definite stamp of authority in it.
"Speak."
"Uhm, Sir, my name is Peter Mathews, something has happened and I seem to be the owner of a slave boy and I don't have any experience."
"Who told you about me Mathews?"
"My slave Sir."
"What's his name?"
"Originally he said his name was just Boy, but I gave him the name Sam last night."
"Oh him, well ok come up, take the lift on the left in the foyer and push the blank button."
"Thank you Sir."
There was no answer except the click of the main door, Sam followed me inside and took me to where the lift was situated. Once inside I could see that there were only three buttons, one was blank and only letters marked the other two. Pressing the blank button as instructed, the lift rose quickly and silently upward.
Shortly the lift stopped and the doors opened with a soft hiss showing us a small reception area. Standing in the center of the area was a man of about sixty years old, he was dressed very casually and there was no air about him of the authority his voice had indicated on the speaker.
His appearance was unremarkable and he seemed like anyone else walking in the street below, that is, except for his pale blue eyes, they were piercing and full of an unknown knowledge. He stood about 5' 9" tall and was quite slim but fit looking; his graying hair was cut short and lay neatly on his head.
There were no bulging muscles or hairy chest as I had been expecting, instead there was a calmness about him that conveyed inner strength.
"Welcome Mr. Mathews, bring your slave in and let us get acquainted, my name is Roger Levin,"
"Thank you Mr. Levin."
I followed Roger inside with Sam close to my shoulder; Roger had hardly even acknowledged that Sam was there. When we were both inside he indicated a chair for me and then turned to Sam.
"If you don't mind Mr. Mathews, I'll put you slave out of the way."
"Certainly Mr. Levin, this is all new to me so I will take any advice you can offer."
"Well this will take a little time, are you expected anywhere this morning?"
"No, I have to find work soon but today is free and I desperately need to know how to look after Sam."
"Ok, that won't be a problem."
Turning to Sam, Roger's whole demeanor changed in an instant, the authority in his voice was so positive that even I didn't want to disobey him.
"Come boy, follow me."
Sam turned to me as if to verify the order."
"I said come with me boy and stop this bloody nonsense."
Sam remained unmoved and seemed to be waiting for something, then it dawned on me, Sam was waiting for me to tell him to go with Roger, or at least I thought that was it. I turned to Sam.
"Go with him Sam."
"Yes Master."
A small smile broke out on Rogers face as Sam went to follow him to a far corner. When they reached the far corner, Roger turned to Sam.
"Turn your face to the corner Boy, then place your hands behind your back and kneel, don't speak or move until you're told to."
Sam stood still as he looked over his shoulder at me, again waiting.
I nodded my head and then added.
"Do everything Mr. Levin tells you Sam."
"Yes Master."
Sam immediately knelt with his face to the corner and placed his hands behind his back. Roger smiled again and came back to where I was waiting and with a casual wave of his hand, indicated a chair for me.
"Take a chair Peter, lets get down to business."
"Thank you Mr. Levin."
"Just Roger, Peter, when two Masters meet casually they very rarely use any titles, although there is a Society that is very old and it is very formal and lives by its traditions but, for the rest of us we like to keep it friendly most times. It's only when a slave is in attendance that we make sure they know their place."
"Uhm, Roger, what about Sam over there?"
"Ah yes, well when he is placed like that, he knows that he is not here with us."
"How do you know that?"
"I was the first Master he had, I trained him."
"Wha..."
Roger let out a soft chuckle at my surprise.
"I see he didn't tell you about that side of his life."
"No he didn't, but then I only met him yesterday."
"Oh I see, well that explains it then."
"Explains it?"
"Yes, your need for advice. Firstly, you're very lucky that the boy has taken a shine to you, he's well trained and knows his place so, you won't have a lot of hard work getting him to do what you want."
"Yes he does seem to know what to do all the time."
"Good, ok, now the best way to start is for you to tell me what you know and don't know."
"That's easy Roger. I don't know a damn thing about this life style, so anything you can tell me will be a help."
"Ok, well next, you have to be prepared to punish him when he plays up or disobeys you in any way."
"How do I do that?"
"You're going to need some toys for him, you said you weren't working yet."
"Yes that's right, I just got into the city yesterday and don't have a lot of cash to play with so I have to find a job pretty soon."
"Ok, that's no problem, I have a lot of older spare toys that you can have, that boy is too good to waste on someone who only wants a plaything, he needs to be run properly by someone with his real interest at heart."
"I have to buy him some decent clothes, those he's got on are all he has."
"Don't worry to much about clothes for him Peter, just go to a charity shop and get a cheap pair of shorts and a couple of shirts for him. He's used to going without clothes when he is inside so you'll only need something for him to go outside with."
"Uhm ok, how much do you think it will cost?"
"Oh about ten dollars should do it."
"Well if I can then I have not lost anything."
"How do you make that out."
I set out and explained how Sam had got dinner for us last night and that he had saved me the ten dollars by using his body to pay for it.
"Yes he was always bright, probably the best one I ever trained, and once he becomes devoted to a good Master he will sacrifice everything he has for him."
"He certainly did that last night, Roger."
"Tell you what Peter, I've got a bit of spare things you can use for him, at my age I don't think I will need them again and you may well make better use of them than having them sitting in a drawer for years."
"That's very generous of you Roger, I'm sure anything at all would help just now."
"As I said Peter, he is one of the few really good boys I have trained, it nearly brought tears to my eyes when I had to let him go to another Master."
"Can I ask you why he had to leave you?"
"Sure, it's no secret. A competitor of mine found out that I was keeping a nine year old slave boy and tried to use it to gain a business advantage, to stop him I had to pas the boy onto another man."
"God, he was only nine when you got him?"
"No, he was seven when he first came to me, he was with me for two years before the guy found out about him."
"That...that means you had sex with a seven year old?"
Roger chuckled and then smiled at me.
"No Peter, I never had sex with him, I was training him to be a good slave not to be a sex toy, a lot of slaves are quite straight and only go in for Mistresses, that boy probably never knew what he was until much later."
"Uhm ok, so how do I look after him?"
"Boy, sorry, you call him Sam, don't you, well Sam is very special, he took to training like he was born to be a slave, there's not a lot you'll have to do as far as discipline goes as he knows better, just give him his orders, most of the time he'll obey anything you tell him, it's only when he's forgetful that you'll have to heat him up a bit, but that won't be very often. He really loves his place in the world and wouldn't willingly give you any trouble."
"Oh, I see what you mean. Why was it then, if he is so good, that he didn't do what you told him when we came in?"
"He did exactly what he should have."
"But he disobeyed you, that's disrespectful, isn't it?"
"In that case, no, he was doing what he should have, I'm not his Master, you are, that's why he looked over to you for his orders, he's your slave, not mine so he will only obey you regardless of who else is giving him orders. Look at it this way Peter, he selected you, that means he is yours and only yours, I could literally beat him too death and he wouldn't obey me unless you told him too, that's what being a good slave is all about and he knows it."
"You mean he would just stand there and let you beat him without a word or action to defend himself?"
"Exactly, too him it would be disrespecting you as his Master, now don't get me wrong, you as his Master also have a duty too him as well, you're responsible for feeding, clothing and caring for him as well as the discipline side of it. Now you say you don't have a lot of cash at the moment?"
"Yes that's right, I think I have enough for a week or two if I'm very careful."
"Ok, keeping a slave can be as cheap or as expensive as you want to make it, can I be frank with you Peter?"
"Of course Roger, I'm here to learn as much as I can."
"As you can see, I'm well over 60 years old, I don't have a lot of time left and now days I don't worry too much about keeping any slaves of my own, I have no family left and really am only waiting for my time too come. How old are you Peter, 20, 21?"
"No Roger, I'm 19 and apart from math's I'm not very good at school work, I don't mind hard work but sometimes the need for paper work leaves me a bit cold."
"Ok, look, I see something inside you that I like so I'm going to make you an offer, it's up too you if you want to accept or not, ok?"
"Uhm, sure Roger, I'll listen to anything that will help me too understand what's going on inside me just now."
"Ahh, you got that feeling when you gave the boy the belt yesterday, good, that tells me that you may be just the man I'm looking for. I have a bit of property around the city and am in need of someone to look after it for me, it does mean that there'll be a certain amount of paper work to do but; in exchange you'll get accommodation and a good income as well as the benefit of my experience in training a boy and keeping him. You interested?"
"I don't know what to say Roger, I mean we've only just met and you don't know anything about me."
"Peter, the boy picked you out to be his Master, I trained the boy and know him inside out, if he can see something inside you that he knows is right for him then, I'm damn sure you're the man I'm looking for, besides my own instincts tell me as well and I always trust my instincts, they've never let me down so far. Now you want the job and all the benefits that go with it?"
"I...I...I don't know what too say, well yes, yes I think I would really like to give it a try, as long as you're sure I can do it properly for you."
"I'm sure Peter, otherwise I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Right that's settled, now let's get back to your boy, tell him to come over here and strip, then kneel down by your side, don't worry, he knows how to do it properly."
I looked at the small figure kneeling in the far corner; he hadn't seemed to move a muscle since being put there
although, by the look of the small shiver running through his thighs, he was under a little strain.
"Sam, come here and strip then kneel beside me."
Without a sound, Sam rose to his feet and with his head bowed, made his way over too stand in front of me, then, with a fluid movement, stripped naked and immediately knelt on the floor by my chair and just behind my elbow, where it rested on the armrest.
"Now the first thing Peter, is that he is now with you whereas, before he was in a place where he was not included in our conversation, so from now on, and to reinforce his position, we address each other as Master, ok?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now Master Peter, let's see what we can find to get him ready for you. Wait here a minute while I go and collect a few things from my training room, don't worry, you'll get too see it soon and find out all it's secrets."
This last sentence had been said with a smile on Roger's lips as he rose and left the lounge room, leaving Sam and myself sitting alone. The overwhelming feeling of fortune and of the power exuded by Roger, finally sank into my mind as I waited for his return.
"Sam?"
"Yes Master?"
"Does Master Roger really mean what he said?"
"Oh yes Master, Master Roger is a very honourable Master and is very good at knowing people and what makes them tick inside."
"So you think I should accept his offer?"
"Master, it is not for me too say, whatever you decide is the correct thing to do, then it is the right way. Master, I'm only a slave and have no other thoughts but too please you."
"Well your thoughts at this time would please me, Sam."
"Then Master, I think it would be very good for you too accept his offer, it would be to your advantage and make it easier for you too live without the worry of finding another form of work."
"Good, thank you Sam."
"Thanks are not needed Master, it is my duty too you."
I reached out my hand and ran it through Sam's hair, the feeling of having a well trained pet ran through me as I tousled his hair and he seemed almost to break out into a soft purr as I stroked him. A feeling of satisfaction and comfort took hold of me as my body relaxed deeper into the leather chair, what more could I ask for? A good job offer, the newness of being a slave owner and something of a future ahead of me, could life get any better for a country boy than this?
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