Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:25:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: rr2253 <rr2253@bellsouth.net>
Subject: My Slave and Me  Chapter 3

MY SLAVE BOY AND ME - CHAPTER 3

We continued walking the blocks toward my home. The youth, carrying his
child of course had no idea where I lived and simply followed. I held the
leash attached to him very loosely. I wondered if he would try to escape
but made effort to do so. I glanced back and asked him if he or the child
might be thirsty. He responded "Sir, you need to make no provision for
us. We are your property and used to going without liquids." I glanced at
the child who was obviously warm and tired from standing and being in the
hot sun all day without food or water except for the sweat he had licked,
the piss drink he had had and the bottle of water I gave them at the
marketplace. I decided to stop by the café I had been at in the morning as
I was thirsty and a little hungry.

As we approached the café, I turned to go inside. My youth stopped. I think
he expected to be left outside secured to a hitching post . I told him he
was to come inside with me. He looked a little surprised. He set the child
down. I think he was prepared to leave his child at the post and come in
merely to follow orders. I told him that he was to bring the child in. As
we entered, several others were seated around the café. I noticed several
young men harassing the girl waitress. As they ordered, two of them were
probing her body with their hands and laughing and having a good time
amusing themselves at her expense. One of the boys had his arm around her
waist while another was touching her crotch. She seemed troubled and trying
to get free. As I was observing, the young man who had waited on me earlier
came up. I told him we wanted a table. He looked at me and then at the
slave boy and child and said "Sir, I will get you a table but I am not
allowed to get a chair for the slave inside the restaurant.  You will have
to keep him on the floor or outside. I;m sorry sir, but it is the rule
here."  I was appalled. "I want them with me. The little child needs some
food and something to drink." I said.

"Yes, Sir." Was his reply. He took us to a table near the back of the
café. He pulled out a chair for me.

"Sir, may I speak?" my youthful slave said.

"Of course you may speak. Please do not ask for permission to speak
anymore."

"thank you Sir, I only wanted to say that slaves are often not allowed
seats.  We will be happy to be on the floor at your feet."

The young, naked waiter, handed me a menu. My slave boy and child dropped
to the floor next to me.

The slave boy thanked the waiter and me. I could tell the waiter really
didn't want to treat a fellow slave rudely but I could tell as he looked
around the room that he wanted to make sure he didn't get into any trouble.

"I am sorry Sir, " The waiter said "but I could get in lots of trouble if I
allowed your slave to occupy a chair. I am not supposed to, but can bring
them something to eat or drink, though if you insist. My manager will not
punish me if you tell him you want the slave fed."

"Yes, of course, I understand and yes I want them both fed." I said
reluctantly.

"What would you like, little man?" I asked the child.

His father quickly spoke and again asked for permission to speak and said
the child would eat anything I gave him and it was not necessary to fee
him. " If you wish, I could pleasure you while you ate."

"Of course not. You will eat as you must be hungry and thirsty. From now
on, you will eat when I eat and eat and drink what I eat," I said firmly.

The young slave seemed surprised, thanked me and immediately moved between
my legs and kissed my crotch. I was a little startled and said that was not
necessary. He looked down, seeming a little dejected that I had not wanted
him to kiss my cock in a restaurant, but stopped and looked down to the
floor and then at his son.

The little boy asked for a pancake. Knowing the youth would not ask for
anything< I asked that they bring him some water, some orange juice and a
hamburger and fries. I had an iced tea and a sandwich.

The waiter brought all the items including some mile for the child. My food
was placed on the table.

The others food was put on the floor. I was not happy about that but it
didn't seem to phase the the youth or his child who ate with relish. I
think they were both starving. I had my lunch and watched as the youth
helped the child with his food.

The naked waiter came up and asked about the food and again apologized to
me for the circumstances. I said I did not blame him. He went about serving
other tables as he was very busy. He was groped at other tables as he took
orders or served food at some tables. He tried to smile when it happened
but I could tell he was not enjoying it. He continued to look at us and
caught my eye several times. When we were done, he brought the bill. I
appreciated his good service. He was quite good looking and a little more
muscular than my slave boy. I asked his name and told me he name was
originally Rick but he was rarely called that now. I knew I couldn't tip
him, as that was not allowed. I asked if I could do anything for him. He
seemed to choke back a tear and said that he appreciated my kindness and
obvious kindness I showed my slave. The two looked at one another briefly
but quickly turned away. My slave said nothing. As we stood to leave, he
was at another table already taking orders. He smiled at me in a kind of
knowing way. We left with my slave again carrying the child.

As we walked toward my home, I asked my slave what his name was. I hadn't
even bothered to ask before. I was embarrassed at my poor manors. He told
me his name with Jacob and the child's name with Joshua.  I told him I was
glad to know their names. He added that as he was now mine, I could choose
to call him any name I chose. The same with the child. He will learn fast
whatever you choose to call us he said.

When he arrived at my house, a small house that had a garden, and a small
pool, he seemed to look at it admiringly. When we entered, he put the boy
down and assumed his position, standing erect with hands behind his head. I
told him to relax which he seemed reluctant to do but did comply. I showed
him the living area, my office, the second bedroom, the kitchen and the
pool and garden area. I also showed him the bathrooms.

He politely asked where his and the child's quarters were. I looked a
little startled and told him the child would sleep in the second bedroom
and they could both use either bath. Now it was his turn to be startled as
it seemed he expected to be told he would sleep in the garage and use a
container in the yard for bathroom purposes.

"You are a human being, for crying out loud. You will live like one here as
will the child."

I took off my shorts as I was used to being naked in my home. He
immediately dropped to the floor in front of me and opened his mouth to
receive my cock. Although I really wanted his hot mouth on me, I decided to
tell him not now as the child was present.

"I am a nudist", I told him. I enjoy you r pleasuring me as you did before
but it is not required I explained that around the house, I would often be
naked as he was at all times. I decided it was a good time to explain the
requirements of our household.

"Yes, Sir" he said.

First, you will be my servant. If you can cook and clean and help me
maintain the gardens and pool, that will be your main duties. You will also
agree to let me educate your child. I asked if he finished school but he
replied that he hadn't. Although he could read and write and do math, he
had avoided school when he was a free boy because of his desire to get away
from his abuse father and brothers.

He said he knew he was gay at a younger age but always wanted it to be with
a loving person. He didn't want to be abused so he had turned to drugs and
subsequently prostitution to pay for his drug habit. I asked if he still
used drugs of any kind and he replied that he didn't. When I was high and
ended up getting a girl pregnant, I couldn't explain why I had sex with a
girl.  I guess was drugged or drunk . I don't recall .You can see the
result he indicated looking to his young son. The girl decided to have the
child but her parents didn't want it nor me he said. I really didn't want
to marry the girl either . I did find that I couldn't let my own flesh and
blood be given away so I returned to the home with the father hoping it
would be better. The father was apparently a drunk. He let them both live
there until he realized that having the baby around was inconvenient and
another mouth to feed. In the meantime, the girl' parents had me charged
with rape .  In order for him to avoid prison, the father , therefore, told
his son he would be put into volunteer servitude as he couldn't take care
of both of them and I didn't want to go to prison for a 40 year sentence.
His father told him he wouldn't get him a lawyer to fight the charge even
though the girl had drugged him. Having no choice, the youth was put into
servitude where he labored for a family until they too, tired of him. He
explained that we was required to perform heavy labor and be a sex object
for the families teenage children and the man's wife. The wife tired of
having to take care of the infant and he was placed in the market for
someone else to take. It saddened me to think that this healthy young man
had been a sex object and worker since he was only 10. Now at 19, he was
again sold off. The young boy's story was horrible but being a minor at the
time, he had no voice or choices in the matter.

The volunteer servitude program was supposed to be a private welfare
program to take care of needy. As it was monitored so carelessly and full
of corruption, it quickly turned into a slave program just like in
history. No one seemed to care. Conservative politians controlled
everything. They basically destroyed welfare and any kind of public
assistance. Even churches and social agencies had to give up as they had
little funding.  The citizens even many who would be kind and generous in
better times, found it hard to make ends meet. The economy had not improved
since 2015, twenty years ago.

Volunteer servitude was supposed to be for a limited time. Once able to pay
their way, those in the program were supposed to be free. In reality, they
never got free. Those who kept them were allowed to assess fees for their
keep and food. Food was supposed to be normal food but was often old, or
cheap meal or worse. Some were heard to have been fed dog food. The whole
system was corrupt and I hated it but really had nothing other than my vote
which was usually in the minority.  The fact that slave or volunteer
servers were usually not clothed was a surprise. I kind of liked it as a
nudist but was surprised that the public and government allowed it as
conservative as we had become. It became allowed and common simply because
slave owners didn't want to spend money for them and enjoyed being able to
degrade them as lesser people.  Even the religious groups who pushed so
called conservative values didn't raise much of a fuss. It was just hard to
believe we had come to this in only about a twenty year span.

Jacob and Joshua looked about the house in almost a state on wonder. It
wasn't particularly large or extreme. It was actually quite simple but
comfortable almost cottage like. The child found some stones I had and
wanted to play with them. Jacob looked worried as Joshua picked them up as
a small curious child would. He went right to him but I told him no. It was
harmless and completely ok for him to play with those. I decided right then
that the child needed toys to amuse himself.

Jacob kept wanting to return to the "present" position. I'm sure it was
force of habit and something he was made to do. The "present" position is
for the slave to stand as erect as possible, legs spread and hands cupped
behind the head. It was a great view I must admit but designed so the
master could see the person totally exposed and so the slave could be
punished on any part of the body and humiliated.. Several times I had to
tell him that was not required. If I approached him, he wanted to take that
position or drop to his knees with his mouth ready to please me. I must
have been humiliating to do that in front of his own son. The little boy
was too young to get it exactly although he tried to follow his father's
lead. It almost made me laugh but I knew it was sincere and honest.  Joshua
seemed to be tired. Jacob was going to put him on the floor in a corner for
a nap but I insisted that he be placed in a bed. Jacob carried the almost
asleep boy and laid him on the bed. I could tell by his look at the child
of his love and concern for the little boy but with no money, had to do
whatever he did to survive.

Once the boy was asleep, I came up to Jacob and put my arm around him. At
first I think he thought I might strike him as he immediately looked down
and bowed his head. I brought him up to me and put my arms around him and
held him for a minute and kissed him. He seemed to relax a bit and kissed
me back. I took his cock and balls in my hands and stroked them gently.  He
relaxed still more and let out a soft moan almost forgetting himself. He
looked to me and said "Master, please do anything you wish with me. I am so
grateful for all you have done already."

I took him by the hand and led him to the living room where I pulled him
down on the couch next to me and held him again. I saw his cock become
aroused as I stoked his body and head. He knew I saw his enlarging cock and
although he couldn't hide it from me he said, " Sir, I only become aroused
like this when I experience real pleasure. When I was a whore or in
bondage, I rarely got this way unless forced.  May I pleasure you. I really
want to kiss your whole body and have you rape me."

"There won't be any raping but I sure do enjoy your body and touch. Maybe
we should have nap of our own," I laughed. He smiled as I led him to my
bedroom where we made passionate love. I think he would have allowed me to
do anything to him but it was soft and gentle. He finally seemed to relax!
I was amazed how smooth and soft his body was to the touch. His penis, even
when not erect was a sight to behold. It was thick and long with a
beautiful large head. While he slept, I explored his body fully and took
his large cock in my mouth. I licked his large, lemon sized balls. Although
he was almost asleep, he adjusted his body to allow me to touch any part I
wanted.  I wanted to lick and caress every part of him. He had been in the
hot sun most of the day and had perspired a lot but yet the smell of him
was that more of a young boy and not offensive at all. He protested a
little when I wanted to lick his hole. I knew he was a little uncomfortable
as he had not had a chance to shower first, but I put my hand to his mouth
and told him to lie still and rest. I decided that as he was now mine, I
would shave the hair off his balls and leave just a little around his anus
as it was beautiful. I also decided to shave most the crotch hair so just a
little V shape of very short hair would be left. His body was quite smooth
already so I knew that I would have to do little. He had little hair on his
arms and just enough on his legs to show his maturity. I decided to keep
his armpit hair and maybe just trim it a bit, but I liked the nice bush of
hair that was there.


When he awoke suddenly with a bit of a start, he seemed embarrassed that he
had fallen asleep. He wanted to get up and immediately service my cock
which he licked with hunger until I shot a big load all over both of us. I
told him about my shaving plans and seemed to like it.

"Sir, you may do anything you please to my body. It is yours now. One of my
owners wanted to pierce my cock so please do that to me as I deserve to not
be able to use it for pleasure anymore." He said. "I am yours now and want
to be used in anyway you wish. I am so grateful that you saved me and my
son.'  I assured him that I wanted him to have pleasure too. Secretly I
wanted his fat long cock in my ass but decided that that would happen
later.



I hope you are liking this story. If you have any comments, please send
them to me at rr2253@bellsouth.net