Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2023 15:00:42 -0400
From: slave boy <slaveboy4service@gmail.com>
Subject: MSDS Society Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 -- NIGHT WITH A REAL MASTER. Son David told his father what he
decided. Now, he spends a night with a Real Master. David learns much
more about his submissive side and what it takes to be a slave!

Categorization: Gay, Bisexual, Authoritarian, Incest, Family. Anal and
Oral Sex, Master and slaves.


Master Mike grabs my neck and pushes me out of the dining room.  My
sister follows her Master.  Once we are in the hall, he tells me to take
him to my room.

I reply, "I moved out to the guest house."

Master Mike pushes me towards the back door.  I do not have time to
think. We're out the door and at the guest house before I can think
about what is about to happen.  Just outside the door to the guest house,
Master Mike orders me to strip.

I look at him and see in his eyes he is serious.  So, without taking my
eyes away from him.  I strip down to my underwear.

In his deep, commanding voice, he snaps,  "Everything OFF, boy!"

I quickly remove my underwear. I worry, what if someone sees me standing
outside naked?

"Kneel!"

"Oh, FUCK," I say under my breath as I lower to the ground.  Master
Mike walks past me into the guest house, my home for the past year.  He
walks around checking out the place, then sits on the couch.

Master Mike yells, "Boy and girl, get in here now."

I'm not sure what to do, but see my sister crawl into the house.  So, I
crawl in after her.  It is strange seeing my sister's nakedness in front
of me, so I lower my head to avoid looking.

Once in the house, Master Mike orders, "Come here, boy."

I crawl to him and look up into his strong dominating eyes.  I had never
seen him this determined in my life!

He orders, "Kneel, legs spread wide and hands interlaced behind your
head."

After I'm in position, he leans over, running his hands over my skin,
and pinches my nipples causing me to gasp.

Master Mike says, "Nice response.  Boy, you are a nice piece of male
flesh."

He opens my mouth with his index finger, feeling all around my teeth and
gums.

Master Mike comments, "Good teeth and healthy gums."

He runs his hands over my arms, pinching my biceps and then my chest
muscles.  I feel him moving his hands down my chest to my legs.  He
pinches each muscle as he traces his hands down my body.

"Nice muscle definition."

I smile at the compliment but it also makes me feel like some animal he
is inspecting.

He pushes my head to the floor, grabbing my exposed ass, and slaps each
cheek.

Master Mike orders, "Hands behind you and grab each ass cheek.  Spread
that hole open, boy.  Let me get a good look at it."

I do as he commands, looking between my legs at what he is doing to me.
He rubs his middle finger over my hole making me moan.

Master Mike compliments me, "Nice, boy. I like a boy who responds to my
touch."

Despite the humiliations he is putting me through, I smile at his
compliments.

Then I gasp in surprise and some pain as he pushes his middle finger into
my hole. I'm not prepared to be fingered but a man I have known for many
years as my sister's `husband'.  His finger is massive, about the same
size as my dick.  Then I wonder how big his cock is.

Master adds, "Boy,  your hole is nice and tight. That is good.  A boy
should be tight, but ready to be used at any time."

He rubs my prostate causing me to moan loudly, sending sparks down to my
dick and completely forgetting about pain he just caused me.

"Very nice response.  Do you feel the pleasure I am giving you, boy?"

I moan out, "YES SIR."

Master Mike informs me, "Boys use that pleasure to please a Master.
How do you think you should use this pleasure I am giving you?"

I am confused at first but instinctively try to squeeze my hole closed.

Master Mike is pleased, "Yes, boy, that's it.  You are a natural.  Use
that hole to squeeze on my finger, boy.  Make your hole as tight as you
can.  Good boy.  You want to please me, don't you, boy."

"YES SIR." I moan.

Master Mike removes his finger and grabs my hair pulling it back so I am
looking into his eyes.

"Your body is well maintained.  A Master would give top dollar for a
buck like you."

It was strange hearing him refer to my body as some farm animal on the
auction block.  But it makes me proud at the same time.

"Boy, all you need is some training.   The college will give you that.
Do you want to be trained, boy?"

"YES, SIR! I WANT TO STUDY ENGINEERING."

Master Mike laughs. "Oh, there will be training like that, but there
will also be training in being a slave or a Master.  Slaves learn how to
serve in all ways of domestic and sexual service."

He releases my hair and sits back on the couch.

"Boy,  have you sucked cock before?"

"NO, SIR."

"Well, you are about to learn."

"Oh, fuck," I think nervously.  "What if I fuck up?"
Master Mike comforts me, "Boy, do not be scared.  All boys aren't good
at first.  But with training and practice, you will be an expert in no
time."

This helps me relax a little, but I'm still nervous.

"Boy,  open my pants."

I reach up and unbuckle his belt, then nervously open his pants.

Master Mike encourages me, "That's a good boy."

I see a massive cock in his underwear.  He orders me to kiss it. I lean
in and kiss it through his underwear.

"That's a good boy.  Now reach in and feel it."

I reach into his underwear, feeling how hard it is.

"That is a Master's cock you have in your hand, boy.   Pull it out and
look at it."

As I pull it out, I think, "FUCK! That is a monster of a cock.  It must
be at least 10 inches."

"Get a good look at it.  It is something to worship, isn't it, boy?"

"YES, SIR, IT IS.  I am in awe of the monster.

"Kiss it, boy."

I lean in and kiss it just on the head, leaving some precum on my lips.
Instinctively I lick my lips, tasting him for the first time.

"A Master's cock should always be worshiped.  As a boy, you should
always want to keep it hard as it is now.  Keeping your Master's cock
hard will keep your Master happy.  By worshiping your Master's cock, it
will keep it hard.  You want to keep this cock hard right, boy."

"YES, SIR. I WANT TO KEEP YOUR COCK HARD, SIR," I yell out.

"Then worship it,  boy."

I lick the head, then down the shaft and back up to the head again,
tracing my tongue all around the head and gathering more precum.  It
tastes so sweet.  This just encourages me to take the head in my mouth
and suck on it like a popsicle.

He encourages me even more, "That's a good boy. You're doing great.
Remember, always keep it hard.  Do anything to keep it hard."

I moan, "YES, SIR!" as I go to town on his cock.  Sucking in as much as
I can.  As it hits the entrance of my throat I gag some.  So, focus on
licking the mushroom head some more.  I feel it get harder in my mouth.
I try to push down on his cock again until it touches my throat.  I gag
again and back off.  Master Mike moans.

He orders, "Try again, boy. You can do it!  Get that cock into your
throat."

I push down hard on his cock.  Despite gagging, I keep the cock head
against the opening of my throat.

Master Mike whispers, "Swallow now, boy."

I swallow and it goes in.  Oh, fuck it is big.  I spasm, feeling like I
might throw up.  Master Mike grabs the top of my head and holds me down
on his cock.  Oh shit.  I cannot breathe.  I try to push up, but Master
Mike holds me down.  Tears form in my eyes.  Fuck! I start to panic, but
he encourages me, "Relax, boy.  Let your throat adjust to my cock."

I try to relax, but still cannot breathe.  Finally, he releases me.  I
pull the cock out of my mouth and breathe heavily.

"Good boy.  You did great for the first time.  Yet, I know you can do
better.  After catching your breath, take a deep breath and try again."

I nod and take a deep breath as instructed.  This time the cock went in
with less resistance.  I push deeper this time, trying not to think about
gagging.

"I can do this" thinking to myself, "Others have and so can I."

 I envision my sister sucking her Master's cock. Therefore, so can I.  I
push as deep as I can.  Soon, I feel pubic hairs touch my nose.  OH,
fuck!  I did it.

Master Mike grabs my head again, holding me down.   I still can't
breathe, but just focus on not gagging.  In high school, I was a swimmer
so I know I can hold my breath for a long time.  I think!  I can do
this.  I lick the base of his cock to think about anything else but
gagging and not being able to breathe.

Again he lets go of my head and I pull out so I can breathe finally!

He waits 30 seconds and orders, "AGAIN Boy".

I push his cock down my throat, each time getting easier and easier.  He
holds me for longer and longer periods.  I feel more and more confident
that I can suck his cock like my sister must be able to do.  She is his
slave, after all, so must have gone through the same training.

He is now not holding me down as much.  So, to please him, I try to hold
my breath for as long as I can, just like when I was swimming for the
team.  Only now I am playing for a new team.  The coach is Master Mike
and my teammate is my sister.  I will make Master Mike proud of me just
as I did for my swimming coach.  So, I suck his cock more aggressively,
holding my breath as long as humanly possible.  Then I come up for a
breath.

Seeing this, he grabs my hair and starts force-fucking my throat.  He is
using me as a fuck hole and I just let him do it.  I don't give up.  But
instead, allow him to lead me so I can please him while he takes control.
  Master Mike uses me for his pleasure until he cums down my throat.

Finally, he grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, allowing me to
breathe normally.

He smiles down at me, "I'm proud of you, boy!"

I am so happy and I just stare up at him in awe.  He is so powerful that
I cannot stop admiring him.  It is like a drug of happiness spreading
through my whole body.

He looks at my sister, telling her to go to the car and bring his
equipment bag.  My sister gets up and runs to her Master's car.

I am amazed at the speed with which she follows her Master's orders.  At
that moment, I'm jealous of my sister.  She runs back into the guest
house with a heavy bag,  dropping it on the floor with a loud cling.  It
sounds like metal hitting metal.

He orders her to bring out two sets of shackles.

I look at Master Mike and then back to my sister.  She pulls out a set of
steel leg and wrist shackles.

Master Mike orders her to put them on me.  She first gets behind me and
lifts my right leg.  I jump feeling cold metal around my right ankle and
hear a click.  She lifts my left leg and I feel the cold metal again,
then another click.  I move my legs apart, but only have a couple of feet
to move them.  She motions me to turn to her and lifts my wrist.  I look
at my sister locking shackles on me.  This is very, very surreal!

Master Mike then orders me to shackle my sister.  I lift the shackles and
realize how heavy they feel.  She presents her wrists to me.  I fasten
the shackles on her wrists and then her ankles.

We kneel side by side looking up at Master Mike.  He looks down at both
of us.  We look into his eyes as he smiles.  Oh, fuck, he is so fucking
amazing.

"You look so good together at my feet.  Boy, I wouldn't mind owning
you...brother and sister as my slaves."

He rubs both our heads and tells us to remove his shoes and socks.  We do
as ordered.

Master Mike orders us, "NOW, WORSHIP THEM!"

I watch my sister as she sucks on her Master's left foot.  I take the
right foot and copy my sister.  He leans back putting his hands behind
his head.
"This is perfect, two sibling slaves worshiping me."

I do the best I can to suck and lick every inch of his foot.

"Good boy, Good girl", while rubbing our heads with both his hands.
This only makes me want to worship him more.  The thought of being owned
by this man now feels so right.  At this moment, I would do anything for
this man.  I would sell my soul to him.

Involuntarily, I say,  "Thank You, Sir."

"I know you, boy.  You will do anything for me, won't you."

"OH, Yes, Sir, I will do anything for you, Sir.  Please own me, Sir." I
beg.

"Would you like that, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir, that would be great."

"OK, boy. You will be my slave just, like your sister."

Master Mike orders my sister, "Girl, get the steel collar out of my
bag."

My sister digs into the bag and brings a thick heavy collar.  I watch as
she hands the collar to Master.  I am transfixed on the collar.  Master
opens the collar and orders me to place my neck into the opening.

"OH, FUCK," I think, "This is real.  He wants to collar me."  I
can't move.  Fear and excitement paralyze me.

He yells, "BOY!"

My body jerks out of the paralyzing fear and squeak out, "Yes, Sir."

I lean my neck into the collar's opening.  I feel the coldness of the
metal touching my neck.  Master closes the collar.  When the collar
closes, I hear the finality of a click, knowing that the collar is now
locked onto me.  He lets go of the collar. "Oh, fuck!  It is heavy," I
think.  I fall to the floor on my hands and knees, not expecting it to be
so heavy.

Master Mike says, "Yes boy, feel the weight of the collar locked around
your neck.  The weight of the collar represents my power over your body.
The locking of the collar represents the total control I have over your
willpower and mind.  Do you know what this means boy?"

I reply, "Not sure, Sir."

"Boy,  it means I have the power to do whatever I like with your body.
It means you do not have any willpower to disobey me.  It means that your
mind will accept that you are a slave.  Boy, you have accepted my collar
locked around your neck.  So, you are my property NOW!"

Master Mike smiles at both my sister and me, proclaiming, "Brother and
sister, now you are both my owned property."

Master Mike gets up and looks down at us, "Slaves remove my pants and
shirt."

I grab each pant leg as Master removes his feet.  My sister stands up and
removes his shirt.  Once Master is naked he heads to the bedroom.

I hear one word, "FOLLOW."

Both my sister and I follow our Master into my bedroom.  However, I
wonder if it is my room anymore.  I guess not.  He climbs onto the bed
and tells us to climb in on either side of him.  I climb to the right and
my sister climbs to the left.

"Boy, suck on my nipple while I explain what I expect from you."

I lean in and suck on his right nipple.  I watch as my sister does the
same to his left nipple.

Here are my rules boy!
As a slave, you will immediately obey every command given to you by any
superior.  In other words, by any Master of the Society.  However, as
your owner, my orders supersede anyone else's.
As a slave, you will kneel on the floor whenever I snap my fingers.
As a slave, you will not wear any clothes as long as I own you.
The collar and shackles will not come off as long as I own you unless I
order it.
As a slave, you will call me Sir or Master whenever you respond to me.
As a slave, you will not talk to anyone without my permission.  This
includes any other Masters or slaves.  This includes the slave that was
formally known as your sister.
Who you thought was your sister is no longer your sister.  She is a
slave.  From this point on she will be referred to as slave girl or just
girl.
As a slave, you will be referred to as slave boy or just Boy.  As long as
I own you, the slaves' birth names will no longer be used.
As a slave, you will use hair removal procedures all over your body. You
will not have any hair after the procedure is finished.
Your body is now mine.  Therefore, I can do anything to it, like
including punish it, fuck it, beat it, cage it, restrain it, sell it,
whore it out, tattoo it, brand it, or pierce it.  I can do anything to
your body, however I like.
You have no rights as a human being.  You are now an owned animal.
Because I own your body, you will not have sex without my permission.
This means not touching my property in any sexual manner without my
permission.
You will not leave my presence without my permission. If my property
needs to piss or shit, it must ask me for permission to do so.
You will be fed when and however I like.  This means I will approve all
the food you will consume.
Sir continues to explain my new life.
"The slave collar that my slave boy is wearing has a GPS tracker and a
shock collar built into it.  Therefore, my slave boy, you will be tracked
wherever you're on the planet.   If slave boy gets more than 100 feet
from his Master, it will start feeling a small shock.  At 200 feet the
slave boy will be brought to its knees in pain and all muscles will stop
working until the collar is turned off by me, your Master.  Therefore,
slave boy, you cannot run away from me even if you try."

I continue to suck on Master's nipple with my sister, listening to all
that Master is telling me.  Holy fuck, my mind is racing through all that
is explained to me.  This is all going so fast and now there is no way
out even if I wanted to.  Master is telling me I am a slave and owned by
him.  I cannot run away with this collar on and shackles chained to my
wrists and ankles.  He says I am his owned property and can do anything
to me without any right to disagree or question his orders.

I think, "What the fuck did I just do.  What if I made a mistake?" But
it's too late to back out now.  What will happen when my family
discovers I am now a slave!  Then I look at my sister, realizing they
would accept me being an owned slave just like my sister is.   This is
all so much to process.

Master must have been reading my mind because he starts rubbing my head
and saying, "It is OK,  boy.   I know it is a lot to process.  I will
help you come to terms with your slavery.  This is something you are born
to be, boy.  You will come to realize this once you are fully trained.
You are now part of something much greater than yourself.  To serve as a
slave is the greatest honor and service you could ever do.  You will be
taken care of, cherished, valued, and respected.  You are worth more as a
slave than you could ever have been as a freeman.  You see, slaves are
the most valuable asset a Master has.  More than his cars, houses, job,
and even family."

Laying on his chest and licking his nipple, I start to understand how
much Masters care for their slaves.  He holds me close to him.  I feel so
protected in his arms.  He holds both of us in his arms.  Protecting us
with his power and ownership.  As he holds us, he is fingering my hole
again.  No! It's his hole, now!  That is what my hole is now.   His hole,
his property.

He asks, "Boy, do you now understand how much I value you?"

"Yes, Sir.  I feel so protected as your slave."

Master tells me, "You will always be under my protection, boy."

I ask, "I will, Sir?"

Master replies, "Yes, boy, always."

I smile to myself and feel much better about my decision to be enslaved.
  I see his cock getting hard now.  I reach down and rub it between my
thumb and index finger.

He asks, "You love your Master's cock, don't you, Boy?"

"Yes Sir, I do.  It is so beautiful, so powerful, Sir."

"You want to feel that power, don't you, Boy."

I moan, "OH, YES, SIR!"

"You want that power inside you, to claim that hole as my own."

I moan louder, "OH, FUCK, Sir, that sounds wonderful."

Sir orders, "Girl, get the lube from the bag."

My sister rushes out of the room and comes back with a bottle of lube.

Sir commands, "Lube my cock and then the boy's hole. Prepare the boy for
its Master."

I watch as my sister lubes up our Sir's cock. Then for the second time in
my life, I feel a finger being pushed into my hole. Fuck! My sister is
finger-fucking me!  She adds more fingers until she has 4 fingers deep in
my hole. It feels strange, but exciting at the same time.  My hole is
stretched out wide when my sister removes her fingers.

Sir orders me, "Boy,  climb on top of your Master's cock.  You want to
feel your Master's power?"

I yell, "YES SIR" as I climb on top of Sir and position my hole over
Sir's cock.  I lower myself, feeling the head enter my hole.  I take a
big breath.  Sir grabs my head, forcing my eyes to meet his.  I lower
myself more onto Sir's cock, feeling his power entering me and capturing
my soul.  The power in his eyes radiates into his cock.

Sir asks me, "You feel the power, don't you, boy?  It is claiming your
soul, boy."

The more I lower myself onto Sir's cock, the more I feel my soul being
controlled.  When I finally have Sir all the way inside me, I feel
complete, I feel I have come home.

"I  have just claimed your slave soul, boy.  We are connected in a way
that no one can ever break.  You are mine, boy.  ALL MINE!  You can feel
how completely controlled you are."

"YES, SIR! YES, GOD," I moan out loudly.

"Yes, boy, I am your GOD.  You worship me with all your soul."

I moan, "OH, YES, GOD! "

Sir grabs my neck and kisses me so forcefully as I melt into him.  He
starts to fuck me, slowly and forcefully.   Every thrust is rough and
deep.

I feel the might of my GOD inside me.  I am his to command, to own, to do
whatever he wishes.  As he claims my soul, I fall in love with him.

Master Mike grabs my hair and pulls me over so he is on top of me.  Then
I feel Sir roughly fuck my hole as hard as he can.   He keeps pulling on
my hair.  It hurts a lot, but I do not care.  All I care about is feeling
Sir using my hole.  I squeeze my hole as hard as I can, trying to please
him as he moans in pleasure.  I know I am being a good slave. Finally,
Sir cums inside me. I want to feel his cum be a part of me.  To own me.
We fall into each other's arms, kissing passionately as Master (GOD) and
slave.   Sir pulls me away from him with hands on each side of my face.
Sir looks into my eyes.

"Boy,  you know what this means?"

I say "Yes Master" smiling at my Master.  In my mind, at that moment,
Sir now OWNS ME!

"Very good slave!".  Master finally hears what he has been waiting
for.  His slave called him "Master".  His slave is coming to accept
that he is OWNED!

He pulls me close to him and motions my sister to his other side.  We
fall asleep in our Master's arms.

In the morning, I wake up still sleeping on Master's chest with him
holding me.  I feel my Master's morning hard-on next to my naked body.
I reach down and rub the cock head.  It is so beautiful. I am mesmerized
by the power it has.  I remember last night, how Master fucked my hole,
claiming me.  It is the symbol of my Master's power.

Without knowing what I am doing, I lean down, taking the beautiful,
powerful cock into my mouth.  I worship it, feeling its power consume
me.  I lick up and down, feeling how wonderful it is.  Slave girl leans
in and sucks on Master's balls.  We both service Master as he slowly
wakes up.  He looks down at us, smiling at his slaves servicing his
morning woody.

Master compliments us, "Good slaves", as we feel him rub our heads.

I take Master's cock into my mouth and deep down my throat.  slave girl
takes each ball to her mouth.  Master starts humping my mouth.  He grabs
my hair with both hands and takes control.  I feel Master fuck me harder
and harder.  He is relentless as he forces his powerful cock deep into my
throat, in and out, again and again.  He face-fucks me hard and deep.  He
has all the power over my throat, servicing his need to cum. Master has
one concern which is to use me to get off.  I am a hole for his pleasure.

"OH, GOD! YES, MASTER, USE ME," I scream out in my mind.  That is
exactly what he does.  Soon I feel cum coating my throat.  I try to
swallow as much as I can.   But there is too much and some of it slips
out onto his stomach.

When Master is satisfied, he pulls me off his cock, ordering me to lick
up his cum that slipped out.  Without thinking, I lick him clean.

Master says, "Good Boy.  You and slave girl will service me like this
every morning.  You understand, slaves?"

We both yell out, "YES, MASTER" at the same time.  He pats us on our
heads.
"OK, slaves, time to get up."

Master walks into the bathroom and slave girl crawls after him, so I
follow her.  Slave girl turns on the water, adjusting it to the right
temperature.  Master steps into the shower and slave girl motions for me
to follow her into the shower.  It is large enough for all three of us.

We kneel at Master's feet with our heads bowed.  Master says to clean
him.  Slave girl soaps up her hands, then hands me the soap.  We both
clean Master's feet, placing them on our knees, one foot at a time.  We
both move up Master's legs.  Slave girl cleans his ass, while I clean
his cock and balls.  I feel his cock grow in my hands.

Then slave girl rises to her feet and cleans Master's back while I clean
his chest.  I cannot believe how turned on I am by cleaning another man's
body.  Master closes his eyes and I clean his neck and face.  Slave girl
washes his hair.

Once Master is completely clean, slave girl sprays Master down with the
showerhead wand.  She hands another tube-shaped wand thing to Master.  I
never understood why it was in the shower, so I just ignored it.

Master orders, "Bend over, Boy".

I am excited that maybe Master is going to fuck me again.  However, I
feel the metal tube being worked into my hole. It's not as big as
Master, so I can handle it OK.  Then I feel something filling my gut. I
assume it is water from the tube.

"Boy, squeeze your hole around the tube."

I say "Yes Master," as I squeeze as hard as I can.

"Boy, do not let any water out."

I feel my gut get bloated. Then it starts to hurt a little.  Master stops
the flow of water.

He tells me, "Boy, I am going to pull the tube out of your hole.  Keep
squeezing.  Don't let any water spill out or you will be punished."

I reply, "Yes Master."

Punished?  How would I be punished?  I have no time to think about it, as
Master pulls the tube out and pushes me out of the shower stall.  He
orders me to sit on the toilet.
Finally, he orders, "Boy, open your hole."

I let my ass relax and a rush of water runs out.  Master orders me back
into the shower stall.  We do this three more times until he is satisfied
my hole is clean.

Master tells me, "Boy, you will do this twice a day or whenever you have
to shit.  After shitting you will clean yourself out.  Do you understand,
Boy?"

I say, "Yes, Master".

"Now dry me, slaves."

We both dry our Master completely from head to toe.  He stands there
enjoying the attention we give him.

"Good slaves. Now dress me."

Slave girl crawls into the bedroom and grabs Master's clothes.  She hands
me his underwear and pants while she takes care of his shirt.  I open
Master's underwear so he can step into them.  I then pull them up
covering his wonderful cock and balls.  I rub them, wanting to feel the
power of Master's cock once again.  I feel his cock getting hard.

Master informs me, "Boy,  there is no time for that.  Put on my pants."

I am disappointed, but I do as ordered.  I open the pants as he steps
into them.  Then pull them up over his growing cock.  He just smiles at
me the whole time.   I fasten Master's pants and slave girl hands me his
belt.  I loop the belt around Master, but press my face into his hard
cock before I fasten the belt. His cock smells so wonderful even through
the pants!

Slave girl puts on Master's shirt, then hands me his shoes.  I put on
each shoe and lace them up.

We kneel at Master's feet, heads bowed, waiting for the next order.

Master goes into the other room, then comes back with two leashes,
attaches them to our collars, and pulls.  We follow him into the other
room and outside.  There is a long brick path up to the main house.  We
crawl on our hands and knees as fast as we can.  Master doesn't slow
down for us.  Each step hurts my knees.

Once in the main house, we follow Master into the dining room where we
were last night.  Yet this time, I am naked, collared, and shackled.

Oh, fuck, I am nervous.  I look up, seeing my family already seated for
breakfast.  I stop at the doorway, not wanting to come in.  However,
Master yanks the leash forcing me to follow him.

Master orders, "COME, slave, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

I lower my head, not wanting to look at my family. Master sits in the
same chair he did last night. However, the chair I was sitting on is
gone.  I wonder why the chair is gone.  That is when Master orders me to
kneel at his feet.  Slave girl kneels on the other side of Master.
Master rubs both of our heads, which relaxes me some.

I look at slave girl, then across from me to look at slave jeff and slave
paul.  Finally, I look at my mother.  They all have their heads bowed
looking at nothing but the floor.  So, I figure I should do the same.  I
hear father talking with Master.

Father says, "So, Mike, I see you have claimed another one of my
offspring."

Master replies, "Yes, you do have good genes and your offspring will
make a good addition to my stable."

Father thanks Master, "Why thank you Mike, my family line has always had
good genes.  We pride ourselves on creating good stock."

"Yes, your offspring is a great specimen. It has natural submissive
instincts."

Father says, "Ah, yes, our bloodline has a strong natural instinct
towards either domination or submission.  So, I'm not surprised, it
feels submissive.  It has been a very caring and thoughtful boy growing
up.  So, we just fostered that instinct so it could be what it is meant
to be."

Master compliments Father, "AH, you did a fine job raising it", as
Master pats me on the head.

Father says, "I hope it will serve you well, Mike."

My Father and Master are talking about me as if I was born to be a
slave.  Like it's in my genes!  Did Mother and Father raise me to be a
slave?  I cannot believe what I am hearing.  Was I destined to be a slave
like my mother and sister?  I did follow any orders that my mother or
father gave me.  Mother had me help the servants clean the beds, vacuum
the rooms and do the dishes.

Keith never had to do any of it.  Before Keith went off to school, he had
me do things for him.  Make his bed, clean his room, wash his car, and
such.  I just thought I was being a good brother.  I wanted to be just
like him.  I idolized him or was it more?  I'm startled out of my
thoughts when Father asks Mike if he would like some eggs and toast.

Master replies, "Yes, that would be great, thank you."

I hear the house servants run into the kitchen, then run back, placing a
plate in front of Master.   Master starts to eat, ignoring us.

Father asks, "Mike, when are you going back up north."

"Oh, tonight, after I have the Society lawyer come over with the
paperwork."

"Will he be here after breakfast?"

Master replies, "Yes, I will have your property turned over to me by
this afternoon."

What did he mean by father's property turned over to Master?  Was Master
buying something from father?   Then I see the house servant bring me
some chow or stew and place it in front of me.

Master pats my head and orders, "Boy, you will eat now.  Just use your
mouth, no hands.  Understand, Boy?"

I say softly, "Yes, Master!"

Still not used to calling him `Master' in front of my family.

Master says in his authoritative voice, "I can't hear you!"

I raise my voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "YES MASTER."

Now, my face flushes with warmth.  My family just heard me call him
`Master'.  They know I see him as my Master now!

"Good Boy."

Master pushes my head into the food.  It feels weird eating with just my
mouth.   I look at the other slaves and they are all doing the same
thing.  It is nice not being the only slave eating on the floor like a
dog!  I just finish my food when the doorbell rings.

To be Continued.

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