Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 05:08:59 +0200
From: 11joma <11joma@gmail.com>
Subject: The Milk Man

A happy slave is a good slave. A slave can only be happy as he has a good
Master. But there are also bad Masters. My Master is the best in the world
and that?s why I specially wrote this story for him.  Thank you Master
Kenneth.

The Milk Man

It was the 10th of December. It was almost dark, cold and snow was falling
al day. People did rush to reach the place to be, because it froze like
hell. Tramps, normally you could stumble over them on any corner in the
alleys of down town, had find themselves a shelter, because living on the
street would kill you now. Streets where almost empty and the Christmas
spirit did`t reached this part of town.

Lonely, and struggling against the wind and snow, a figure was finding his
way home. You could`t see if it was a man or a woman, because the person
was wrapped properly for the cold. Snow boots, gloves, double pants and a
tick and warm Parker with a hood with fur lining. The head almost bent over
on the knees to avoid the sharp wind.

It was the perfect day for a murder, Kenneth thought, when he tried to find
his way, nobody would see anything. He just came back from the solicitor
from his deceased grandfather. Within a month he became 21 and would
inherit a fortune. But now he was almost broke and when he paid al the
bills he did`t have enough for food to survive that last month in those
conditions. That?s why he went begging for his own money, but as usual,
Cousin Pete showed up. God, he hated that man. Every step he took and every
deal he tried to make was checked by Pete. Because he was after Kenneth?s
money.

Kenneth?s mother was the only child of a rich oil baron from Texas. His
father was Swedish, a man that loved adventure and traveling. And Kenneth,
the love product of those two. Against the will of his grandparents. They
delineate the, in their eyes, best life for their daughter, but then came
that tall blond hobo and pregnant their little girl. They tried to separate
the turtledoves, but they run away when his mother was in her 8th month. A
car accident made an end of their lives and he was at the last second
delivered by a doctor who was passing by and rushed into hospital. His
grandparents took him in, but granny dead within a year of grief. His
grandfather gave him the blame of everything and treated him as a
servant. Kenneth grow up as the spitting image of his father, tall, blond,
blue eyes and muscles everywhere from the hard work. From his mother he
inherits the stubbornness and the dominant attitude. And just like his
?master?.

His grandfather died just before Kenneth became 20 and he did`t understand
why he had to go to the solicitor. Their he found out the truth about his
parents. He always thought they got him from an orphanage. Oh God, he hated
that man, who was his grandfather. He inherited al belongings of the
family, but under curtain conditions.

1. He had to leave the property and find a place of his own, were he, with
a small allowance, must survive until he was 21. He was not allowed to work
for money, but had to fill his time with charity.  2. In no way he must
come negative in the news as heir.  3. He had to live as a good catholic
and may not do anything the bible forbid.

Kenneth just want to jump up to say that they could stick that money up
their asses, as the solicitor said, and as 4th and last point, if he broke
one of the first three rules, al the belongings go to cousin in second
degree, Pete. Did he understand and accept those rules?

 He only could see the smiling face of Pete, the man who knew also that he
was no servant, but treated him like one. On day, you will pay, he thought,
?Yes, I accept the rules?.

It would be a hard year. Only weeks ago, Kenneth become aware of the
feelings he had for the pool boy. He was 2 years older and beautiful in
Kenneth?s eyes. But Pablo was always surrounded by girls and he loved
them. And many times at night, he masturbated, thinking of Pablo making
love to him, even if he did`t know exactly what love between men was. One
night when he was stroking his dick, Pete suddenly appeared, to give him
the list with orders for the day after.

 He never found out what Pete saw, but the man, he was 28, behaved strange
toward Kenneth from that day on. And he sees to that Kenneth got al the
difficult and filthy jobs. That?s why they hated each other.

And so a year of hardship began. He had to live like a monk. First he found
himself a place to live, a very small apartment on the third floor of a
very old building in the harbor area. Without a lift of course. With the
small allowance, he just could pay his bills and with the rest he could
stay alive. But it was frugal.

 He found work in a soup kitchen and did other charity work, 12 hours a
day. So he was busy and could focus on other things as those stupid
rules. Only the weekends he had time off. And even then he tried to have
something to do. He hardly knew the people who lived in the same
building. Only two things where a constant factor. The always in black
dressed messenger boy who was standing across the building and who had to
report every move he made, to Cousin Pete. Why must always the cutest boys
be on the wrong site?

And as second, the milk man. Every Saturday afternoon he climbed the stairs
with two pines of milk to the fifth floor. He could not be much older than
Kenneth and he left mostly if it was dark already. He did`t know who lived
on the fifth and what the milk man did for such a long time up their, but
Kenneth could see that the boy was gorgeous, and shy.

 At first he did`t say a word as he passed Kenneth?s door with his head
down, bur after a few weeks he nicked and looked him in the face. He had
dark curly hair underneath his cap, and especially his eyes caught
Kenneth?s attention. Big and dark, like a deer. He had beautiful sensual
lips and in his tight suite you could see the muscles from working out. In
one word a dream of a man. But, the rules and Cousin Pete.

So the year went by with ups and downs. He managed to keep himself to the
rules. No extra money, no strange excesses and no love, only Sunday mess.

And so, on this freezing cold Saturday in December he appealed for the
second time in that year to the solicitor for some extra money, cause
Christmas was coming up and on the first of January he became 21.  But
Pete, who came right behind him in, nipped his enterprise in the bud.  No
extra money, just like the rules say. And so he returned
empty-handed. Cold, hungry and angry he searched his way through the snow,
which almost was a blizzard. And he also missed that cute milk man.

 Oh he hated Pete. If he was 21, he took care of that man. He slowly would
destroy him. With al those things in mind he almost missed the entrance of
his building. He wanted to search for his key as he noticed the open
door. Strange, they held it always closed to hold the tramps out, just like
the text on the paper on the door says. Who cares, he was already in a bad
mood, he could kill someone.

 As he climbed the stairs, he heard somebody was also climbing them, but he
did`t see anyone. Maybe the milk man was late and he left the door open. He
walked faster to get a look at the boy, but the other moved also
faster. When he reached his floor he stopped and just could hear some noise
and then silence.

 Then he noticed the open door from his neighbor. Harry was a strange older
guy, in his forties, who lead a seclude life and always walks around with a
photo camera. He never let open his door. What was going on? Open doors,
noises on the stairs. As curious as his father, he decided to find out what
was going on. He knocked on the door, no reply. He knocked harder,
nothing. Then he called the man by his name,

?Harry, Harry?.

Still no reply. Something is foul he thought. Slowly he pushed the door
further open till something blocked it. He tried harder and felt he pushed
something with the door. When he could look he saw Harry lying on the
ground.

?Harry, Harry?, he called, but Harry did`t move.

At that time he saw the blood. Harry was dead, somebody killed him. With an
icy face he reached for his cell phone and called the cops, who arrived
within minutes. Now the whole building was into commotion and he saw the
milk man looking down from the fifth, standing near a tall ugly man, he
never saw before, but who must live up their.

?Can you come with me, sir??

Kenneth turned around and saw a police sergeant, who was trying to get his
pants over his belly, but was too small.

?Can we go to your place??

Kenneth nicked, opened his door and let the man in.

?Close the door?, the officer said. ?So, you?re the one who found the
body. And you claimed you just came from outside, found the building door
open, which normally is closed, hear strange noises on the stairs and find
then a killed man. Do you believe yourself??

?What do you mean?, Kenneth asked.

?It?s obvious. You?re the killer. You needed money and your neighbor
would`t help you. You?re in big trouble, boy. You?re better telling the
truth.?

?I did`t do anything!?

?Yeah, yeah,? the policeman says, ?tell that to the judge and the jury. You
better pack you?re suitcase, some years in jail are coming up.?

?But I really did`t do it!!?

?Who will believe you,? he says, ?al the evidence is against you, you had a
motive, money, and the time. But?, maybe we can work something out.?

?How do you mean?? Kenneth was so desperate, he would do anything to avoid
going to jail.

?I can let disappear some evidence, can say it was a stranger; you don?t
even have to go to court.?

?And what must I do??

?Oh, not much at al, just give me a nice blow job, you?re such a cute boy.?

?A BLOW JOB?? You?re mad!!? Kenneth looked at the grubby police man and
shivered.

?What you want boy, the jail, where you may have to do more than blowing,
ore just suck my dick for a while and its over??

Kenneth?s mind was spinning around. Jail, blow job, jail, rules, money,
jail.

?I?ll do it,? he says, ?but no more.?

The police man laughs at him and began to unzip his pants. After some
fiddling a tiny little worm showed his head. Kenneth had to restrain him
self for laughing out loud and the officer said with an angry face, ?on
you?re knees, KNOW!?

Kenneth starts walking towards the guy, when suddenly a voice called:

?Sergeant, where are you, the captain wants to see you.?

?Damned,? the man says and was straighten his clothes, yelt ?I`m coming?
and walked to the door.

Kenneth just could hear him say:

?Pete gonna like that.?

Pete? He mends Pete, his cousin? His hate for that man was growing by the
minute. Just wait, you fool, still three more weeks to go, and then?.!

It was almost evening, when the whole circus was gone. The police found
evidence, that Harry was an extreme catholic and homo hater. Also photos,
shot secretly, of an unknown man in leather with a leather hood and a young
man, also in leather with a bare but, between his legs. From him you could
only see the back of his head. Kenneth had seen the photos, cause he was in
Harry?s apartment, where they matched his fingerprints with those they
found. Of course they did`t match. And so he saw them and immediately knew
who that boy was, on his knees. He recognizes that dark curly hair, the
milk man! He did`t know why, but he shut his mouth, in stet of telling the
police. My god, the milk man was the slave of that man of the fifth
floor. And than that man was a murderer?

That he had to know for sure. So, when the coast was clear and every one
was gone, he opened his door on a chink and waited. After an hour, he heard
a noise and went on the floor. There he came, the milk man. Just when he
tried to slip by, Kenneth stopped him and told him they must have a
chat. Afraid the boy looked up to the fifth floor and whispered

?not now, meet me on the back of the building in have an hour?

and quickly continues his way down stairs.

Kenneth stepped back into his room and started to pace up and down. He and
that boy, in the alley at the back, what must he do, what to say, was it
safe? But the main thought was he and that boy. For a reason it made him al
hard in his pants, damned. Secretly he looked out the window and saw Pete?s
messenger boy standing on his favorite spot. Kenneth knew there was a
little door in the back of the building that only was used to inspect the
fire stairs on the back. Leaving the lights on, Kenneth got into his
Parker, went down the stairs and to the back.

With a little push he opens the door, puts a rock between so it couldn?t
shut and stepped into the alley. Their was few light, so he did`t know
where to go.

Suddenly he saw a match light flickering about 50 yards to the left, near
an old warehouse. He slowly and carefully walked that direction, when he
heard a whisper.

?I`m here, over here.?

There was a soft light coming from a door and there stood the milk man, in
his work suite. They went in and the boy shut the door behind them.

?Follow me,? he whispered and in the low light Kenneth followed him.

After a few minutes the reached a door and went in. There was light in that
room and it was warm too, cause the central heating system of the building
was going through. The boy turned around and ask,

?something to drink? And take of your coat.?

?Yes,? Kenneth says, and he took of his parker, while the boy pulls in
coffee.

?I`m Glenn,? he said, ?almost 22.?

?I`m Kenneth, become 21 within three weeks.  So, tell me why you?re afraid
and what the hell are you doing up there every week??

Glenn immediately bows his head, but Kenneth saw some teardrops.

?I`m his slave,? Glenn whispered.

?His slave? How that??

?I will tell you.  We where poor at home and my father drunk al the
time. He beats us up every Saturday night, after he had a fight with our
mother. She did`t care either, so one day I left my house and family and
began to tramp, working everywhere to earn some food and a sleeping
place. That went alright, until a year ago.  I was new in town and couldn?t
find a job. I was hungry, slept outside and have a meal in a soup
kitchen. Then I tried the milk factory. They also had no job, but when I
left a dark and mean looking man called me back and said that he maybe
could do something for me. He gave me a paper with his address and told me
to report there on Saturday night, that was the next evening. Than we could
discuss things and he could help me find a job at the factory. So the next
evening I went to that address, on the fifth floor. He let me in and gave
me something to drink. I believe he put something in it, cause I became a
little high. He had a job for me, but I had to be nice to him. I did`t know
what he mend, so I said yes. And before I knew I was naked on the floor,
like a dog and he abused me. Soft SM he called it. I was used to got beaten
up by my father, but when he started to put things up my as, it hurts. I
told him, but he only said take it like a man. Better, like a slave.?

My God, Kenneth thought, my dick hurts too, this is exciting.

?If I came back next Saturday, I had a job. And then he throwed me out.
Never again, I thought. But after a few days, it was cold outside and I was
hungry, I went back on that Saturday night. Now he was in leather and he
told me that if I would accept the job, I become his slave and he would see
me as his property. There was no way back.

The cold and the hunger made me accept, although there was also some
excitement. That night he took me to this place. Here I had to live, nearby
his?, and on Monday morning I had to report at the milk factory. There I
got the job of a milk man and the last thing I did every week, was bringing
two pines of milk to the fifth floor. He made me his slave yes, every week
something new. I had to wear also leather stuff he bought. He had whips,
robes, chains, as plugs, chastity belts and dildo`s and one room he
transformed into a dungeon.  And sometimes there where other masters who
could use me. So even they treat me like shit sometimes, I don?t complain,
I`m a good slave. I have a job, a sleeping place and enough to eat. And
Bill, that?s his name, takes care of me. I have to, cause when I stop, I
loose all this.?

Kenneth heard the words, but could see from Glenn?s face that the boy
wasn?t happy at all. And a plan was coming up in his head. To hell with all
Pete?s and Bill?s. He noticed some tear drops on the boys face and took his
handkerchief. Trying to wipe them of, he lay a hand on Glenn?s back. The
boy winced, Kenneth could see the pain on his face.

?Let me see,? he says.

Glenn resist, but Kenneth opened the boy?s jacket and took it of.

?Take your shirt of,? he commanded.

That worked. Slowly Glenn took of his shirt and unveiled a back full of red
welts.  My God, what a monster, that?s not the way to handle a slave, he
thought. Handle your slave? And his plan grows in his head.

?It?s nothing,? Glenn says, ?I`m used to it. Within a few days its better.?

Kenneth took the boys face in his hands. He had to do something with this
situation. As they looked in each others eyes, their was a sparkling
flash. Slowly their hands began to move over each others body. It was
magical, if they where in ecstasy. They started to kiss and Kenneth began
to remove Glenn?s other clothes. Then Glenn did the same with Kenneth. .

And so the two boy?s where kissing, pressing their naked bodies
together. They could feel the hard cock of the other against their
stomach. Kenneth?s hands reached to the boy?s balls. My God, their where
big and full. He squeezed them and Glenn groaned. I must take care of that
first, he must have a blast and then I can work on him, cause in his mind
he wanted and he would take over Glenn as his slave. He never thought of
being a master, but with the money he would get, no problems, just be care
full for three more weeks.

So by pinching the boy?s nipples he started hid strategy. Glenn was moaning
louder and Kenneth could feel the boy?s dick vibrate against his belly. He
also felt pre cum, from both of them, witch he collect on his fingers and
put it between their lips. The both suck the fingers and each others
tongue.

Mmmmmm, nice taste. It was the first time he did this, licking sperm. And
he liked it. Then he let loose and got on his knees.

?No,? Glenn whispered, but did`t resist when Kenneth took the boy?s cock in
his mouth.

This was also his first time, but after a little choking, he knew how to do
it and sucked the whole cock in. At first he sucked calm, but after seconds
he went faster and faster. Glenn was moaning out loud now and because he
hadn?t shoot for a long time, telling by his balls, Kenneth felt the first
load without a warning shooting in his throat , while Glenn almost was
screaming. It looked if he never would end and Kenneth tried to swallow the
most of it.

Glenn was al shaking when Kenneth got on his feet, strings of sperm on his
chin. The boy saw it and began to lick Kenneth?s face and they kissed
again.

?Would you?,? more Kenneth couldn?t say, cause Glenn was already on his
knees.

He took care of Kenneth?s hard and pain full cock and balls if he never did
do anything else in life. New was, that he pushed his fingers against
Kenneth?s as. It helped, cause within no time Kenneth unloaded himself in
Glenn, who swallowed everything. Then he looked up with a smile and
rose. Again they kissed.

?I think I love you,? Glenn said.

?I know,? Kenneth answered, ?I noticed.?

?Don?t worry,? Kenneth said, when they got dressed, ?everything gonna be
alright.?

?How do you mean? Bill is a nasty man, you can?t handle him, he never will
give me up, I`m his.?

?Wait, until the New Year. It will have a surprise for you, a late
Christmas present.?

Glenn looked surprised, but Kenneth just laughs, ?wait and see.?

Then the boy walked Kenneth to the door, kissed him goodbye and got
inside. Kenneth took a deep breath and all the misery of his life
disappeared. Yeah, a whole new life was lying ahead, for him and for Glenn,
his slave, just wait. And he began to walk to the back door of his building
and got in. What he didn?t see, was the angry face of a man at the window
on the fifth floor, who watched them with a telescope. Just wait, he also
was thinking, I?ll get you too!


To be continued.


If there are any comments, please let me know at 11joma@gmail.com

John Martin.