Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2023 15:38:23 -0400 From: slave boy Subject: MSDS Society Chapter 4 CHAPTER 4 -- NEW CONTRACT, NEW HOME Summary: David now accepts the new direction for his life. David can't turn back now? David finds out how much he is worth to his Father. David meets more of Master Mike's family and finds out how Mike's family and his are linked! Categorization: Gay, Bisexual, Authoritarian, Incest, Family. Anal and Oral Sex, Master and Slaves, BDSM, Slave Training, Breath Play, Piss (water sports), and feet worship. Warning!: This chapter includes more intense punishments with the use of canes and single tail whips. If you are not comfortable with reading about someone being severely caned or whipped then please move on. I am kneeling naked beside the man that I agreed to be his slave. My sister is kneeling on the other side of Master. I watch the house servant bring me some chowder and place it in front of me. Later on, I learn that it is called "slave chow". Master says, "Boy, you will eat now. Just use your mouth, no hands. Understand, boy?" "Yes, Master." "I can't hear you!" Raising my voice, "YES, MASTER!" "Good boy." Master pushes my head towards 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 to be the only slave eating on the floor with our mouths. I just finish my food when the doorbell rings. A short while later, slave Philip comes in announcing, Master Mike has a guest waiting in the foyer. Father says, "Show him to my office, boy." Phillip replies, "Yes Master, very good, Master." Slave Philip leaves and then comes back a few minutes later. "Master Mike, the Society's lawyer is waiting in my Master's office." It is strange to hear the man I have known as our butler call father and Mike Masters now. He has always been very respectful of them and me too, calling all of us Sir growing up. Yet, now he is naked and collared like me as is all the other slaves in this house. I have known our servants all my life. Yet, I never knew they were more than just hired servants. Master thanks father for letting him use his office and gets up. He pulls my sister and me by our leashes. We are forced to crawl out of the dining room to the office. When Master opens the office door, the lawyer gets up and shakes Master's hand. Master then sits behind the desk while we kneel next to him. The lawyer sits in a chair across from the desk. Master asks, "Have you brought the paperwork?" The lawyer replies, "Yes Mike, I have them all here." I hear him hand Master some papers. However, I can't see what they are with my head bowed. "All looks in order." The Lawyer explains, "Sign here, here, here, here, and here." The lawyer turns to me, "Boy, please come here." I keep my head bowed and don't move. I don't know what to do. Master told me to kneel next to him at all times but also told me to follow all freeman's orders. Yet, Master's orders supersede anyone else. I am so nervous and afraid that I'm screwing up somehow. "Boy, you may crawl over to the lawyer and kneel at his feet." Thank god Master gives me clear directions. I'm so relieved and then crawled to the lawyer's feet bowing my head in submission thinking my Master would approve. The lawyer pats my head, "Such a good boy." I smile, feeling good he thought I obeyed correctly. "Look at me, boy." I look up at the lawyer's smiling face. "Boy, last night you accepted your Master's collar. I am here for two reasons. The first is to make sure you willingly accepted your Master's collar consensually. Boy, did you willingly accept your Master's collar and understand you will be his slave? Do you understand that by becoming a slave to your Master you are giving up all your human rights? You will be his property until he sells you, his death or your death? As property, your Master has complete and total control over your physical person and your free will. As property, you cannot own anything and everything you do own will be your Master's. Your Master has every right to modify your body in any way he sees fit. In every sense of the word, you are property like any other domestic animal. If your Master wishes he can put you down like any other domestic animals he owns. Boy, do you fully understand what I have just explained to you?" Not even hesitating, I reply, "YES SIR, I UNDERSTAND, SIR." "Are you sure, boy?" I reply in a raised voice "YES SIR, I UNDERSTAND THAT I AM GIVING UP EVERYTHING TO BECOME A SLAVE TO MY MASTER. I FULLY ACCEPT THAT I WILL BE MASTER'S PROPERTY AND HAVE NO HUMAN RIGHTS". "Very good, boy. The second reason I am here is to make your slavery official." The lawyer places the forms that Master just signed on the floor in front of me. "Boy, sign these forms to make it official with all governments of the world and with the MSDS Society." I see in front of me a "Receipt of Purchase", "Power of Attorney", "Advance Directive", "Living Will", "Slavery Contract" and a membership contract for the MSDS Society. I look at them briefly. I see Master's signature on all the forms and my father's on the "Receipt of Purchase". I notice an amount of two million dollars for the sale of one slave David Armstrong. I then realize what Father and Master were talking about at breakfast. My father is selling me to Master. For some reason, I'm not surprised. With all that has happened to me this past couple of days, selling his son into slavery is to be expected. In some way, I guess you could say Father owned me since he created me in the first place. I pick up the pen and place it first on the `Slavery Contract'. I pause for a second fearing I am making a mistake. You could hear a pin drop in the office. I then remember last night and the overwhelming power that Master had over my mind and body. Then the thought of never seeing my family ever again scares me even more than being a slave. Next, I think of being homeless and with just my savings to survive on is something I could never handle. I would have to start over with no help from anyone. I have never had a job and wouldn't be able to afford college. Plus, not being Master's slave or seeing my older brother Keith or my sister seems very sad and lonely. I couldn't live like that. I need the support of my family. So, finally, after a long wait, I sign all the forms. The lawyer takes the forms and signs the witness lines on each. Then he puts the forms in his briefcase. The Lawyer addresses Master, "Very good, I will have the forms processed as soon as possible." He pats my head, "Welcome slave to your new life. Be a good slave for your Master." "Yes Sir, I will Sir." I am proud of what I have just done. The lawyer shakes Master's hand congratulating him on another excellent purchase as the lawyer looks at my sister and me. I think to myself, oh shits father sold my sister too. The lawyer leaves saying he will show himself out. Master looks at me, "Slave come here!" I quickly crawl to Master's side. "Boy, you are now my property officially to the world. I have "Power of Attorney" over you slave. This means I control you financially, can commit you to an institution, and the "Advance Directive" allows me to make any medical decisions on your behalf. The `Living Will' makes all you once owned, mine. No one in the outside world will question any decisions I make on your behalf. So, as you can see by the laws of the outside world, I own you. By the laws of the MSDS Society, I more than own you, you are my property, less than human. You are a slave animal that I own." Master then backhands me. I am in total shock at the violent assault. "Slave, that is just an example of what will happen if you disobey me. I expect complete and total obedience. No one is going to come to your help or save you from any punishment you may deserve. Your whole family knows you are now my slave, you will never see anyone outside of the Society's circle. As you can see, I can do anything to you and no one will care. I can even discard you if I wish." Now! I'm totally scared shitless. What have I done? I look at my sister. She hasn't moved an inch since we entered the office. She did not even attempt to help me when Master struck me. A tear runs down my face, hoping I didn't make the worst mistake of my life. Master then kneels down and hugs me. I am shocked again, not expecting this. "Boy, I value you very much. I did not want to strike you but you have to understand the seriousness of what you have just done. I never want to punish you and will not if you follow my orders without question. You will be a very happy slave if you just obey. Someday you will understand that only through complete and total obedience will you be happy. You are a very special creature that the Society created. Slaves complete a Master. One cannot exist without the other. To harm a slave is like harming myself. Do you understand, slave?" "Yes, Master, I think I do." "You will in time." He wipes the tears away and kisses me passionately like he did last night. All the pain I received moments ago is forgotten. Master picks me up and puts me on my father's desk with my ass over the edge. He opens his pants and pulls out his cock. Master rams his cock into me as deep as he can. I yelp in surprise at the roughness of the fuck. Master looks into my eyes with lust then kisses me passionately again as he fucks the hole he now owns. I moan loudly again feeling Master's power inside me. I know this is where I belong, in Master's arms with him inside me. Finally, Master pushes one last hard thrust into my hole. Looking into Master's eyes, I see he is cumming. Oh God, I am so pleased that I can give Master some happiness. As we kiss, our tongues lock together fighting for dominance which Master always wins. Finally, he releases me and pulls out of my hole. "Boy, clean me up." I look at him, not understanding. "Boy, get on your knees now and suck my cock clean." I yelp out, "Yes, Master!" I jump off the desk and kneel down, taking Master's cock into my mouth. I suck and lick it clean as best I can. My ass juices taste foul but try to ignore it, focusing on licking and sucking him clean. Master smiles down at me which makes it all better. "OK boy, let's go into the living room to join the others. I want to show off my new asset." Master picks up our leashes and then pulls us behind him. We crawl down the hall to the living room. Master enters the room and everyone gets up to greet him. My sister and I are ignored which feels strange. My brother Keith, shakes Master's hand and congratulates him on his acquisition of me. "Thanks, Keith, your brother will be a great asset. Your father's genes add great value to it. However, we should stop referring to it as your brother but instead as my slave". "Oh yes, of course, he is your slave and should be referred to as you wish." "Thank you, Keith." "So Mike, have you used your new slave's hole for your pleasure?" "Oh yes, Keith, the boy has a wonderful hole. I understand your slaves help break it in." "Yes, I figured it would be easier for the boy to accept being fucked if it came from a creature he can relate to." I can't help but listen to my brother and Master talk about me like I am just a fuck hole to use. I know that is what I am now, but it is strange to hear it in such an open way. They seem so comfortable talking about sex and slavery. I guess it is something I will have to get used to. I have the feeling that they really do not care what I think at all. "Mike, will you join me for a drink?" "Yes, that would be great Keith, thank you." Master sits down in a comfortable recliner while my sister and I kneel at his side. Keith sits across from him. Keith asks, "Will your slave be going to the Society's college soon?" Master replies, "Yes soon, it will be good for it. Do you remember when we were there?" "Oh yes, we had a lot of fun learning how to be Masters. Do you remember the `Slave Hunts'?" Master replies, "Oh, yes I took down a few slaves. They were not happy campers, yet they are all natural as prey, weren't they?" "Of couse its in their natural to be pray especial for the hunt. Of course, once they were trained they enjoyed the hunt much more." "You were a very good shot. Did your father teach you to shoot?" "Yes, we would hunt deer up north at deer camp. I guess he was preparing me for the `Slave Hunt' at the college. One time, after he revealed our family secret, Father took me up north with slave Philip. Father had slave Philip come with us the last time before I went to college. However, this time he unchained slave Philip and had him run into the woods. Of course, he was naked as slaves should be. Father gave me a tranquilizer gun to use. He said to hunt down slave Philip and bring him back to camp. He explained to only shoot the slave in the ass. Also, make sure you take down the slave with a clear shot. I took the tranquilizer gun and ran after slave Philip. I followed him as he was trying to look for a place to hide. I am a good tracker. So it was easy to find the slave in some bushes. I crept up behind him and shot him right in the ass. He went down as any animal would. I tied him up and then put him up over my shoulder. I carried him back to camp with the biggest smile on my face. Father was so proud of me. We hung the slave upside down just like a deer. It hung there all night in the cool night air." "WOW! Keith, your father prepared you well for the hunt. I had a similar experience with my older brother. Someday, we should hunt our slaves like the good old days in college." "That would be fun, Mike. We could make a bet of it." "What do you have in mind?" Keith responds, "How about the winner gets the losers his slaves for a week?" Master comments, "Just like the college's `Slave Games', where the winner gets the loser's slave for three weeks? Keith replies, "Yeah but, I don't think I can give up my slaves for three weeks. A week is long enough! Yet, that won't happen since I will be the winner!" "In your dreams!" My brother and Master just laugh. I cannot believe what I am hearing! They have a `Slave Hunt' at college. Will I have to be in this fucked up game? I guess I will if I'm at the college. Are they going to hunt me down like a wild animal? The more I know about my family's secret, the less human I feel. Master did say a slave is not human but an animal to them. Does my brother see me like the deer he shot with our Father? What happens if Master gets tired of me? Will he just shoot me like a wild deer? Master pats my head. "Boy, remember you're the most valuable piece of property I own. So, stop worrying, you will be kept safe." How did he know I was worrying? "Keith, do you remember the slave games?" "Oh yeah, they were something. I remember the chariot races. My whip teacher had me practice every day for weeks before I could use it on the slave pulling my chariot. He didn't want me to do permanent damage to the slaves. Now, I can whip a slave with exact precision. Have you whipped any slave since the slave games?" Master pats my sister's head. "I have whipped this one many times over the years. I have to keep up my skills. Plus, I like seeing the slave feel the taste of the whip. Over time she has enjoyed it. As this slave gets into her sub-space it starts to enjoy the whipping. It starts flying high in its endorphin rush." I catch a glimmer in my sister's eyes. She is smiling. Is she proud of herself? Oh my GOD, Master may end up whipping me like he does my sister. How will I ever survive being a slave to my Master? This is so screwed up and now I have no way out of my slave contract. Keith looks at me and laughs. "I think you are scaring the shit out of your new slave. Poor thing doesn't know what he signed up for. Once he gets to college, he will start to figure out what the rest of his life will be like." Master pats my head again, laughing with Keith. "Yeah, it will be an eye-opening experience for the slave. Yet, it will be good for him. It will help his slave soul come to life." Master pats me on the back, "Boy, get me a drink. Make it a rum and coke." "Yes, Master!" Fearing I might make a mistake, I crawl to my father's bar. I have to stand to mix Master's drink. It is frightening to hear what Master is capable of doing to a slave. So, I take my time to get him the drink without spilling a drop. I carefully fall to my knees in front of him. "Master, here is your drink." He takes the drink without looking at me . I crawl back to his side again and he pats my head, sending a wonderful tingle throughout my body.. "Good boy." OH YES! Master is happy with me! I smile to myself, pleased that I did good in his eyes. It feels good to please Master. "Keith, all this talk down memory lane is getting me hard. Do you mind if I use my boy while we chat? "Oh, no problem Mike, that is what a slave is for after all." "Boy, get my cock out and service it." I jump to work, opening Master's pants and pulling out his half-hard cock. I open wide, taking it in my mouth, sucking as deep as I can even though I'm new to sucking cock. It doesn't take long for him to grow to his impressive 10 inches. I'm even more impressed by taking it all the way down my throat. "He is getting better sucking cock isn't he." "Yes Keith, it is getting better every time it's used." "I think I will join you." My brother snaps his fingers. I hear one of his slaves get in front of Keith. Not long after, I clearly hear sucking sounds. "Mike, do you remember the puppet shows? "Fuck yeah Keith, they were so funny. Seeing the slaves being made into puppets was great. Those slaves must have felt humiliated having no control over the movements of their bodies." I tried to focus on my sucking but hearing more about how the slaves are treated at the college is distracting. Master senses this. "Boy, FOCUS!" I double my efforts in my service. Master directs my sister , "Girl, suck my balls." My sister sucks his balls just like we did this morning. "This is the life isn't, Keith?" "Hell Yes! Having slaves at my beck and call makes life so much better. Yeah, Mike after a long day's work having a slave waiting to service me anyway I like helps take the edge off. I think the Society has known that having slaves for the Master helps their employees be better at their jobs. The Society has been around for centuries so they must have figured this out a long time ago. My father believes that slaves are key to the Societies' power. He says that the Society has Masters working in every government of the world. Slaves keep the Masters loyal to the Society. No Master will ever turn against the Society or they would lose their slaves and become slaves themselves. I hear it's not the nice slavery our slaves enjoy. No, if a Master is disloyal and enslaved then they are sent to harsh manual labor camps." "Yeah, Keith, I remember the class on the `History of The Society. Seeing how harsh a manual labor slave goes through, I would never be disloyal to the Society." "Me either, Mike. We will be Masters for life." He pushes down on my head, forcing his cock all the way down my throat. "And this one will be a slave for life too", as Master cums into my throat. I get Master's meaning. He will never let me go. I will be his property for life. I cry, feeling happy that he values me so much. Without Masters owning slaves, they cannot be Masters. He will never leave `The Society' for fear of becoming a hard manual labor slave himself. He is just as much trapped in his role as a Master, as I am trapped as a slave. He needs me as his slave to survive his life in the Society. The Society controls him as much as he controls me. We serve the Society in our own ways. I am starting to see how powerful the Society must be. I will keep him happy so he can be the Master that the Society expects him to be. He pats my head, "Milk my cock clean then fasten my pants back up." I grab his half-hard cock and milk every last bit of the sweet cum from it. As the drops of cums out, like the head clean. His cum tastes so good! I then fasten his pants back up, already missing the cock in my mouth. Next, I hear my brother cum into his slave's mouth. With my head down, I cannot see what is going on but hear clothes being fastened. So, I assume the slave is fastening my brother's pants back up too. "Well Keith, I think it is time to get back home. It was great to spend some time with you." Master and Keith get up then hug each other. "Keith, you're welcome to visit anytime. My older brother would be happy to see you too." "Oh yeah, your brother lives in the same community right?" "Yes, so do my parents and younger brother." "Yeah, forgot most of your family lives in one of the Society's gated communities." "Yes, I cannot wait to show off my new slave to the neighborhood." "Yeah, I am sure your family will be a little jealous. It does have my genes so it is worth more than most slaves." WOW, my family must have good genes, laughing to myself. "Come, slaves" Master walks to the front door as my father meets him at the door. "Oh, Mike you're leaving already?" "Yes, it is time to get home." Master orders, "Girl and boy get ready for traveling." My sister crawls to a large SUV-type limo. I follow her to the back of the limo. The driver is waiting for us with the hatch already open. I look up to see two cages in the back. Then look up at the driver. He is shirtless with a collar locked around his neck. WOW! He has a perfect body, like a Greek god. He must be another of Master's slaves. How many slaves does Master own? He waits with his large arms crossed looking down at us. My sister jumps into the left cage and turns around to face the gate with her head pressed to the floor. So, following her lead, I jump up into the cage to the right and copy her movements. The driver locks each of our collars to the bottom of the cage. Then he closes the doors of each cage, locking each cage respectively. He then closed the SUV's back door. We are trapped in the back of Master's limo not even able to see where we are going. I am like a dog locked in a cage. The longer I am a slave to my Master, the more I feel like I am a real animal. A few minutes later, I hear a door open and close. Feel the limo shift assuming my Master is getting in the car. Next, I feel the limo moving. Master is talking to several people on his cell phone as we ride to Master's home. My home now! It feels like forever before we get off the freeway. Soon, I hear the beeping of a gate. We drive for another few miles. Fuck! Where is Master's home? We stop a few times and continue. Finally, we are at another gate with more beeps. Then a short drive and we stop. The driver lets Master out then gets back in the limo and drives a short distance. I hear a garage door open and the limo driver drives into the garage. The driver gets out and opens the hatch, letting us out of our cages. My legs and arms are stiff from the long drive. The driver orders, "Come slaves." We follow him into the house and up the stairs into a very large suite. I assume Master is wealthy or he couldn't have purchased me for two million dollars. The driver pushes a button on the wall opposite the large four-post bed. Two panels slide away revealing two cages about 6 feet long, 3 feet wide, and 3 feet high. On top of each cage says, SLAVE GIRL and SLAVE BOY. My sister crawls into her cage. I look up at the driver. He slaps me on the ass. "Boy, get into your new home." I crawl into the cage and the driver closes the cage doors. "Sleep well, slaves." He pushes the button making the panels close. I am now in complete darkness. I realize no one would know we are even in here. We are hidden away from the rest of the world. This is the first time I had any time to myself since being introduced to my family's secret and then being enslaved by my Master. I'm enslaved to a man I hardly know. Well, my sister knows Master very well. Master must have fucked her. Oh WOW, the same man has fucked both of us. I never in a million years guessed that I would be sharing the same man with my sister. This is crazy. I am starting to feel that Master has planned this all along. The shackles and collar were already in the limo for my sister to grab. The lawyer had slavery documents ready the day I agreed to be Master's slave. Then the two cages in the limo and now the two cages in Master's bedroom. How long has Master been planning my enslavement? Did I have any control over what happened to me? Did father know this? Did they plan this together? Has my father been training me to be a slave all my life? I start to cry. I hear my sister say, "It's ok, you will be ok." This is the first time my sister has talked to me since seeing her as a slave for the first time. "Oh god Sis, what have I done?" "You only did what you were born to do." "How long has Master been planning to enslave me?" "Most of your life. Master says he wanted to own both of us since we were little but had to wait until we were 18. "Did Master enslave you at 18 too?" "Yes, just like you, the first time Master fucked me, I knew I was his." "Did our parents plan this?" "Yes, father planned our enslavement with Master a long time ago. Mother had no choice in the matter since she is a slave too." "Oh fuck! Are you saying I was never really free?" "True, in 'The Society', the dominant parent of a family owns their offspring. Since the dominant parent created their children they own them. This is how `The Society' sees it. That is why father's name was on the `Receipt of purchase'. The only way father would have released his rights to you is if you left the family when you turned 18 and turned down the offer to join the Society." I finish her words by saying, "Or, stay and Father sells us to Master". "Yes, since we both agreed to stay we were sold to Master. However, not all offspring are slaves. Our brother Keith is a Master. The Society has done lots of research on the Dominate and submissive genes. They test every offspring of a Master or Mistress. They then determine which gene the offspring has. This lets the dominant parents determine how to train their offspring growing up. The offspring are trained in the role of Master or slave depending on what gene they have the most of." "Do some genes have higher levels of domination and submission than others?" "Yes, you're starting to understand." I ask, "So, is that why our family genes are so valuable?" "Yes, you were always smart. Our family genes are highly sought after within The Society. Any offspring from our family line is worth millions." "Is that why Master paid two million dollars for me?" "Yes, you are a very valuable asset to our Master." "Did our Master pay a lot for you too?" "Yes, Master paid five million for me since I can bear him offspring." "Doesn't that make you angry?" "At first, yes. However, I have come to realize that as a slave my Master has all rights to my body and what comes out of it. I have no right to disagree with what Master wants to do with his children. "The children are not just his, they are yours too." "No, they are not, brother! I can't own anything. Only a Master can. So, Master owns the offspring, just like he owns you and me." I have a strange feeling. "What if Master bred me with another slave? "Then your offspring will be owned by our Master. If you are bred with another Master's slave then the other Master receives equal shares of the offspring. Most of the time the two Masters will make a deal and sell the offspring to one of the two Masters. However, most likely Master will purchase another female slave and breed you with her. The slave will most likely be of good stock too. That way Master can get top dollar for the offspring." I want to cry. "What have I been born into?" "Don't cry, you and I are the most valuable property our Master owns. Be proud of that. Make our Master happy. All that matters is obedience to our Master. Worship him through obedience and you will be happy too." "OK Sis, I will try my best." "That's a good boy. Now go to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow." In the morning, the sliding door opens automatically. I hear my sister's chains rattle as she crawls out of her cage. So, I crawl out too. She crawls under Master's bed covers. I do the same on the other side of the bed. She licks his balls and cock. Then I start licking his shaft on one side as she does the other side. We lick and suck the head sharing the pleasure we give to our Master. We hear Master wake as he says "good slaves" and rubs our heads. Master lightly pushes my mouth onto his cock and down my throat. "That is a good SLAVE Boy. Take my cock. Make your Master happy." He grabs my head and force fucks me with both hands. One hand is on my head while the other pulls on my collar. Soon, he cums in my mouth, holding me down on his cock until his cock softens and I can breathe again. "Ok slaves, let's clean up." Same as yesterday we crawl after Master into the shower. We clean him from head to toe. We dry Master and then clean ourselves inside and out. My sister shows me how to clean my hole with an enema. She then has me clean your two holes. We quickly dry ourselves and then rush back into the bedroom, to dress our Master. There are some tight jeans and a thick belt on the bed. No shirt. We help master into the jeans then I take one foot and put on his socks. My sister does his other foot. We do the same with his shoes, I take the left and my sister does the right. Master stands up and we share in looping the belt around him. I fasten up the jeans and belt. Master looks at me, "Slave Boy, it is time for some training. Follow me." We follow him out the sliding door from his bedroom to the outside pool area then out in the grass. "Boy, your first lesson is to learn slave positions. You will learn 14 positions." The driver from last night brings out a cane and hands it to Master. He swipes the cane through the air making a whistling sound. "I expect perfection or you will be punished. Do you understand, boy!" I yell out, "Yes, Sir!" Trying to build up my courge. I look at the cane his hand and I'm scared shitless. "Good, now this is Alpha slave," pointing to the driver. "He will release you from your chains so you will be able to do your positions." I watch the Alpha slave kneel at my feet and unlock the chains between my ankle's cuffs. He does the same to my wrists. "Slave boy, stand at attention." Master hits me between the shoulders. "FUCK!", I yep in pain. It was a light tap but got my attention. I jump to attention with my hands to my side and feet together. "Boy, palm in towards your legs, head up, eyes straight, feet touching and back straight." As he orders me into the proper attention, Master was hitting me with the cane. It hurt but just enough to make me do as he orders. "Slave this is position 1. Now pull the right leg up with your right hand, balancing on one leg." I pull my right leg up trying to balance. Master hits my arm. "Arms closes to its body." He lifts my head with the cane applying pressure to my chin. "Look straight ahead, slave." I try to balance and look ahead but I am not used to these odd positions. So, I lose balance and my leg falls to the ground. Master hits my leg with the cane. "Right leg up, boy." I try again holding my leg longer but fail again. I quickly pull my leg up again before Master can hit me. Master yells, "KEEP THAT LEG UP, BOY!" He hits my leg again. We keep doing this until I can balance on one leg. "Boy, this is position 2. Now pull your left leg up. I balance on my right leg!" Master hits me on the left leg, "HIGHER, SLAVE." I pull my left leg up higher as ordered. "Good boy. This is position 3. Now place legs three feet apart, hands behind your head. Elbows back." He hits each arm with the cane to get me in the correct position. Master yells, "CHEST OUT, BACK STRAIGHT!" He hits in the chest and back. "Head up, look straight. That's a good slave. This is position 4. Now bend over and grab your ankles. Ass up and legs straight." He hits my ass with the cane. "Slave this is position 5. Now fall to your knees, hands behind your head like before." I fall to my knees. "Chest out and elbows back. This is position 6." I push my chest out fearing the evil cane. "Now get on hands and knees, back straight and back of feet flat to the ground." I bend over so I am on my hands and knees as Master orders. He hits me in the ass and back.. "This is position 7. Next, Chest to floor, arms straight out to the side, palm up. This is position 8." Fuck! he hits my ass again, "Ass higher, slave." I push my ass even higher. It is the most humiliating position so far! "Lay flat on the ground, spread eagle, arms and legs as wide as you can." I lay on the ground relieved to get out of the compromising position 8. Master hits my arms and leg to get me to spread even farther. "This is position 9." "Now for Position 10, do a pushup like in gym class but hold it with legs spread wide and arms extended." I position myself ready to do a pushup. "Body straight, ass up more, slave." He hits my ass with the cane causing me to do as commaneded. "Now, bring the chest almost to the floor but hold it. Stay SLAVE. This is Position 11." Oh, fuck this is hard. My face is only inches from the ground. "Good slave, hold it there until I say otherwise." Master hits me on the ass and then between the shoulders and finally down each leg. Oh, fuck that hurts. I am shaking trying to keep the position. "Push up to position 10." Oh god, I push as hard as I can. It is slow as I am weak from all the caning. I finally get up to position 10. YES! I did it. I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. Master hits my ass with the cane again. "Good slave. Move to position 11!" I lower to about a half-inch from the ground. "Hold!" Master hits my ass again. It is on fire! I hold the position again, straining and shaking to hold it. "Position 10." I push up again feeling relief once more. I see I will be doing a lot of these. "Position 11." I lower again as ordered. Master waits for about 30 seconds. "Position 10." I push back up again, this time faster. "Now slave lay face up on the ground, arms and legs spread out, like a spread eagle position." I roll over with my arm and leg spread eagle. I feel some relief until Master hits my chest with the evil cane. I grunt in pain but hold my tongue. I don't want to give Master ant more reasons to cane me. I am now face-up and spread eagle. "This is position 12. Now push your feet up over your head so your feet touch the ground in front of you." Oh, fuck I try a couple of times then find if I rock back and forth I'm able to do it. Thankfully being a swimmer I am very flexible. This is another embarrassing position. My ass is totally exposed. "This is Position 13." Master positions the cane right on the asshole between my ass cheeks. He strikes me causing me to scream! Oh fuck! That hurts!. I didn't expect to be hit in the ASSHOLE! "OK, slave, last one. Back to Position 12." I lay back spread eagle face up. "Slave push up so your cock is in the air as high as you can. At the same time push your legs and arm in. Like you might have done in grade school to do the crab crawl." Oh fuck! I remember the crab crawl. I push up my cock and balls into the air, struggling to get my hands and feet together. Struggling to hold the position, yell out, "I THINK I GOT IT, MASTER." "Very good Boy. Hold! This is the last position 14." I hold the position. It is hard but I can keep the position. Then the evil cane taps my balls. I yell, "OH FUCK!". "QUIET SLAVE. These are my balls." Master emphasizes this by hitting the balls hard three times, each time a little harder. I want to cry and want to beg for mercy but know it would be useless. Plus, I'm ordered to be quiet. I almost lost my my balance after he hit the balls one more time. "Position 12." "OH YES!" I think to myself. Thankful to be released from the stressful position. "Boy, you will practice all these positions every day even when you are at college. Whenever I call out a number you will move to that position immediately. Alpha slave will help you every day until you go to college. Do you understand, slave?" I yell out, "YES MASTER, I WILL PRACTICE EVERY DAY, MASTER!" "Very good, Boy. Now, do you need to piss?" I say. "Yes Master." "OK, go over to that tree and piss on it, but crawl." I look down humiliated as I crawl to the tree. I look back at Master. "Lift your right leg, Boy." I lift my leg like a dog. It takes a while. I am not used to someone watching me piss. Master yells, "HURRY UP, SLAVE!" Finally, it comes out in a strong stream. Oh god, that feels good. When I am done, we go inside and head into the kitchen, I crawl behind Master. The cook is holding two dog bowls and places them on the floor. I see `BOY' on both. Next to them are two other bowls with `GIRL' on them. The cook puts some chowder in two bowls and water in the other two. I learn later it is called `slave chow'. Cook orders, "Eat slaves". I turn my head to the bowls knowing I have to eat like a dog again!. This is the same as I did under the dinner table at my father's house, my former home. I want to cry. My body hurts all over, had to piss like a dog and now I have to eat like a dog. I feel like an animal. After we eat our breakfast Master comes into the kitchen. We look up at him. "Your face needs cleaning. Clean each other's face." I am humiliated at what I'm ordered to do. My sister lifts my head and turns it to her. She starts licking my face. This is so strange. When my face is clean she points to her face. I look into her eyes and know she is ok with it. So, in another humiliating situation, I lick my sister's face clean. "Good slaves, you will clean each other every time you eat." I think to myself. Am I always going to be eating from a bowl? Master turns and walks to the front door. "Follow." We crawl after Master out the front door. Master climbs up on a carriage like the ones in the old times that horses pull. I see the Alpha slave is waiting in front of the carriage. "Come slaves, you can stand now. I need to strap these harnesses on you." Alpha slave grabs our arms and puts them into a harness then straps them around our chests and between our legs. He pulls the harness tight. It will not come off us. He grabs our necks, pushing us to a tee bar attached to the carriage. Our harnesses are attached to it and then we are ordered to grab the tee bar. Next, our wrists are locked into restraints connected to the tee bar. He puts a horse bit into our mouths. I see there are straps connected to each side of the bit. He climbs on to the front of the carriage. I feel him pick up the straps connected to our mouth bits. OH, Fuck! We are the horses that will be pulling the carriage. I cannot believe I am going to be used as a goddam animal. At that moment, hear a swish in the air then my back is on fire with the worst pain I have ever felt. I scream out falling to my knees. Alpha slave yells, "UP, SLAVE!" I get to my feet and feel the whip hit me again. Alpha slave yells again, "PUSH SLAVES." Again another strike of the whip hits my back, causing me to scream. This time I push as hard as I can. My sister does the same. We slowly push the carriage down the driveway towards the gate. I feel my mouth bit directing me to move in different directions. The tee bar pivots so we move the carriage as Alpha slave wishes. When we get near the gate, he pulls back on our bits hard. Alpha slave yells. "HO! SLAVES!" I get the idea and stop pushing. I look up at Alpha slave, he taps a phone and the gate opens. Then I see him pick up the whip and know we need to move again. I push as the whip hits my back causing me to scream once more. I am in so much pain. All I want to do is run so Alpha slave will stop whipping me. It works as we push the carriage out the gate and down the street, the whipping stops. I just feel the bit in my mouth directing me where to go. I have no idea where we are going. About 10 minutes later, I see a town in front of us. Shit, there will be people going to see me naked, cuffed to this carriage like an animal. As we enter downtown, I see people looking at us. They are smiling like this is normal. How the fuck is this normal? We pull up to a saloon and I feel my bit pull back hard, ordering us to stop. It looks like one from the old west saloon. Alpha slave unstraps us from the tee bar and reconnects a chain to a pair of leg shackles. I see Master get out of the carriage. "Positions 7." I'm not sure what Master wants. Then Master hits me with the cane on my upper leg. "SLAVE, ON ALL FOURS NOW!" I fall to my hands and knees. "Good boy. You will soon learn the `SLAVE' positions. Anytime you forget the cane will be your reminder. Understand slave?" I yell, "YES MASTER!" "Good Boy. The cane is a friendly reminder of how a slave should behave. It's a good training tool don't you think, slave? " I yell out, "YES MASTER, IT IS." "Follow, slaves." He hits me in the ass with the cane as he passes me. It motivates me to follow him closely. The dam-friendly reminder does not feel very friendly. Fuck! It hurts and I don't want to feel it again. It's all can think about. I will do anything to avoid the cane. So, I follow closely behind Master as he walks into the Saloon. Master walks up to a young man sitting at a table. The young man gets up and hugs Master. He looks like a younger version of Master. He's maybe a couple of years older than me. Master and the young man take a seat. My sister and I kneel on either side of Master as he pets our heads. Oh, that feels good. I smile to myself. I am happy to feel Master's touch. The younger man says, "So. Mike you finally acquired the brother now I see." "Yes Alex, I purchased this slave last night from its previous owner." "Its old man must be happy that it decided to be a slave, all that hard work to create it and raise it for 18 years. It looks like a prize slave animal just like its sister." They are talking like it is normal to talk about purchasing a slave in public. What is this place? It's like I am in a different world where slavery is legal. Did Alex refer to my father as my owner? He acted like I was bred to be a slave. Then I remember what my sister said last night. Father sold my sister and me into slavery and made my mother a slave. Or, was my mother bred to be a slave too like me? "Mike, I am jealous, brother and sister slaves and they are from the Armstrong's bloodline. Bet you paid good money for them." "Yes the boy was 2 mil and the girl was 5 mil" "Oh, Mike that is high for slaves but of course, they are a good breed with excellent bloodlines. Are you going to milk them?" "Yes, the Boy's semen will return a good profit. However, the girl's eggs are worth even more. Yet, I don't want to flood the market. So, I will only milk the boy and the harvest girl for 6 months. Then I can auction off the semen and eggs to get top dollar." Oh my god, Master is going to sell my semen. What will they do with my semen? "Yeah, Mike there are a lot of Masters that would pay top dollar to impregnate their female slaves with your slave boy's semen." Oh, fuck their want to use my seamen to make more slaves. I cannot believe what I am hearing. This is crazy. I am going to have kids out there but it will not be of my choosing. Is this the real reason my Master purchased me from my father? So he could sell my semen. Now I have no control over who will be my offspring. I feel I am losing more and more control over who and what I am, as I learn more about the true nature of my slavery. Now I am an animal to be bred for my bloodline. What will my Master use me for next? "So, Mike, when will I get to use your new slave boy." "Oh, you will soon Alex. It is a good fuck, brother." Master rubs my head again, making me forget all that they just said. I go into a very happy and horny state, smiling and popping a hard-on while enjoying Master's touch. "You do have a nice effect on it. Mike, it does have a nice dick. Too bad it will not be using it again." "Yes, the Boy will never be fucking anything ever again. However, it will be fucked a lot from now on." "Oh, of course, Mike, that is what a slave is for. I cannot wait to fuck its hole. I bet it is a better fuck than the slave girl." "They are both great fucks, Alex, but yeah slave Boy has a tighter hole. However, if you want to use its other hole you're welcome to." "Fuck Yeah! Mike, that would be great." Alex looks down at me. "Slave get over here and suck me." I look up at Master. He just nods at me. I crawl between Alex's legs or should I think of him as Master Alex? He opens his fly and he pulls out his cock even before I can reach between his legs. Master Alex grabs my neck and pulls me to his cock. He forces his cock down my throat. "Oh yeah, Mike, you are right he is a good fuck." Master Alex takes complete control, fucking my throat for his pleasure. He grabs my collar forcing me to down his cock faster and faster. All I can do is follow his lead and try not to gag. Just as Master Alex cums down my throat, the waiter comes over asking what Master and his brother would like to drink. I hear Master give drink orders for his brother and himself. Then he asks for two bowls of water. "Fuck! Mike, he is good. How long have you been training him?" Master says, "Only a couple of days." "DAM! He's a natural. You know what they say about the Armstrong bloodline, it produces great Masters and slaves." "Yeah, Alex that is why I wanted these two for so long." Master Alex says, "Well now they are all yours, brother. Thank you for letting me use your slave boy." Master Alex's cock is still hard in my throat. He lets me up to breathe some then forces his cock down my throat again, milking every last bit of cum. He whispers in my ear "keep sucking boy". I do my best to keep sucking his cock which stays hard the whole time while he talks with Master. "So Alex, how is school going?" "Oh great, I am learning a lot about business management. Plus, learning how to be a great Master too." Master says, "Good to hear, it's a good college." "Yeah, this year I am thinking about being the Alpha Master of the our house, just like you were." Master says, "Very good, I know you will make me proud. So, how is the old house?" "They have added on to it. Created a much larger kitchen and dining room." Master asks, "Aren't the dungeons below the dining room?" "Oh yes, they expanded the dungeon space to twice the size. It is much more useful now with more areas to train slaves. There are even a couple of cells for misbehaved slaves. Keeping them isolated for a few days helps them remember why they are slaves in the first place. It gives the slaves some time to review what they did wrong so they will not make the same mistake in the future. It's a great training tool." "Yes, similar to the cells in my bedroom at the manor." "Yes, similar but our cells have a drain and a slot for delivering food. So the slave can be kept in our cell for as long as we wish." "What do the teachers say when the slave misses classes?" "We explain that the slave is in training and we will let them know when the slave is finished. The teacher just says the slave will need to make up the classes he missed. We are cool with that and so are the teachers" Master asks, "So what else is planned this year?" Alex explains, "We intend to be the number 1 `House' on campus this year. Making slaves obedient and loyal will go a long way to achieving our goal. You know what number 1 for our `House' means in `The Society'. It will open up doors for all Masters of the House." "Yes, Alex I do. When I was at college, our the House was `Number 1' for 4 years in a role!" "Yes, Yes, bro I know. You were their Alpha Master. I intend to be the same and bring our house again to the status as the number 1 house on campus." "Very good Alex, that will be good for when you leave college and get hired by one of the Society's companies. It helped me become Mayor of this little town and create one of the most successful businesses in the country." WOW, my Master was the Alpha Master of a number #1 house at the school I will be attending. Plus, he is the Mayor of this town and has a successful business too. No wonder he could buy me from my father. He must rake high in the Society they keep talking about. I am thinking Master can do anything he sets his mind to. He set his mind to buying me and he did it. No wonder he was able to take me as his slave so easily. I feel like I want to submit to him even more now. His brother seems to want to follow in his brother's footsteps. However, that `House' scares me. I'm nervous about what will happen to me. This is not what I thought college life was going to be like. Thought I was going to go to college and meet new friends, party and study a subject I really like. Now I am going to be studying to be a slave. Will I be able to make friends or will I be like I am now, a slave to my Master only doing as I am told? Master Alex looks at me and says "Hey, boy are you hearing how fun life will be for you in college." I look up at Master Alex. "Tell me boy, are you looking forward to college," he laughs at me. Master smacks my head telling me to answer Master Alex. I yell out, "YES, MASTER ALEX!" I look up into his eyes seeing the cockiness in them.. I add, "Master Alex, I am nervous and scared of what will happen to me in college. The talk of hunting slaves down like wild animals frightens me so much. Then hearing your `House' having a dungeon scares me too but makes me curious at the same time. I hope I can be good so I do not end up in the dungeons as you described." "Boy, it is natural for a slave to be nervous about his training. It will be good for you to experience the training that the college will provide. You are a natural slave animal. It's in your blood. You made the best decision in your life to join `The Society' and accepted that you are a slave. Especially, being a slave to my big brother. He is a man you should want to make proud. Keep him happy and you will go far. For that matter keeping all Masters happy will make your life worth living. You suck cock like a natural cocksucker. Very good start to being the slave you are meant to be. Be proud of the skills you learn at college. It will help you throughout your slave life. Embrace being an obedient and loyal slave. You want to make your Master proud, don't you?" "Yes Master Alex, very much so, Sir." "Good boy! I know you will." Master Alex pats me on the head. I smile to myself, feeling good that Master Alex liked my response. It was true I do want to make my Master proud. "Get back on my cock", rubbing my head like you would a dog. The waiter comes back with drinks and sets two bowls of water on the floor. I see in the corner of my eye, he is naked like I am with a metal collar around his neck. The salon has slaves as waiter staff! Master Alex pulls me off his cock then moves the bowl under the table. He then aims his cock at the bowl, pissing into it. He has good aim because he does not miss. I watch, wondering why he just pissed in the bowl. Master orders, "Drink it, slave." OH FUCK! Master wants me to drink piss. At least it is mixed with water. I timidly lean over the bowl, it smells terrible. I really don't want to drink this water down piss. I hear Master raise his voice, "DRINK NOW!" Then I feel the sharp bite of the cane again on my ass, jumping in surprise, and falling face-first into the bowl. Some of the watery piss falls on the floor. Master tells me, "Boy, if any of that piss water gets on the floor you will lick it up. Understood?" In a low voice, I say "Yes Master!" I start drinking the piss water. It's a little bitter taste which I assume is the piss flavoring. When all the piss water is gone, I start licking up what spilled on the floor. Master pats me on the head "Good boy. You will soon drink from the tap after a while." I am confused at first but then I get it. Master wants me to drink the piss right from his cock. OH MY GOD! I cannot imagine how much more bitter piss will taste, not water down. This is crazy. What will Master order me to do next? Master and his brother finish their drinks and then order my sister and me on all fours. He picks up our leashes and starts walking out of the saloon. When we get outside, the Alpha slave straps us back to the front of the carriage. Master and his brother get into the carriage while the Alpha slave climbs up onto the top bench of the carriage. I scream out in pain again as he whips us to get us moving. Once again, I have no idea where we are going. We pull the carriage through a downtown village. In front of us, I see another carriage passing us going the opposite direction. Two slaves are pulling it as well. Then a chariot passes us on the left again pulled by a very muscular slave. The chariot moves much faster than we can pull our carriage. The man in the chariot is whipping the slave yelling "FASTER SLAVE, FASTER!" At the same time, I feel the Alpha slave's whip hit my back hard making me yell out. He yells, "FASTER SLAVES." I hear my sister yell out in pain next to me. We yell out with each whipping and try to run faster. There is nothing else to do but run as fast as we can go. I truly feel like a real animal at that moment. Nothing but a beast of burden pulling my Master as fast as possible. I am glad that my father pushed me to do track and field along with swimming in high school. I would never have been able to do this. All the memories flood back to me of my father training me for the track team. Father had me pull a wagon with heavy bricks in it. Now I understand what my father was really training me for. He would paddle my ass if I did not make the time he required. Though I thought he was helping me train to be a star on the track team, I know it was only a cover for what I am doing NOW! Father was training me to be a slave. Then I remember that when my father wasn't around to help with my training, my brother would take over. Did my brother know at the time he was training me to be a slave? He did order me around a lot! Was it because he was a natural dominant or did he know what I was being trained for? Someday, if I get to ever have a normal conversation with my brother again, I will ask him. We finally arrive at a large mansion, as my head is pulled hard indicating me to stop. My sister and I are released and ordered to Position 7 again. We quickly get on all fours. Master and his brother get out of the carriage. Alpha slave hands my leash to Master. He pulls me into the mansion. What the hell! I am crawling naked into some stranger's house like this is a normal thing to do. Master is greeted by an older man with gray hair, yet he is very well-built. The older man pats Master on the back in a half hug like they are friends or family. Then a woman hugs Master. She looks about the same age as the older man. She says, "Son, it is good to see you. Let's get more comfortable in the lounge." Master pulls my sister and me into a large room with a wet bar along the far wall and four comfortable leather chairs. Master sits in one of the chairs and orders my sister to his left and myself to his right. His parents sit in similar chairs across from Master. Then I notice two male slaves on either side of the father. Plus, Master's mother has a female and male slave on either side of her. As I look at them they look familiar. Master's mother says, "We have not seen you since you were at the Society meeting last month." Master replies, "Yes mother, I have been busy." "I see you have another slave. Is it the one you were working on for a while?" Master says, "Yes it finally came of age and I had to have it." "Yes, to have a brother and sister slave pair is worth more if you sell them as a pair. I am proud of you son. It is a great investment." "Thank you mother but I'm not going to sell them any time soon. The boy still needs to attend the college." "Yes, Yes of course son, just looking down the road after the slave boy is well trained." "Mother, I plan on selling its sperm for a while. It will have a return on investment in no time. " "Oh, good idea." "Well, it was Alex's idea." She looks over at Alex, "It's good you are looking out for your brother." Master Alex replies "Thank you, mother. I like to find ways to make a profit from owning slaves." "That is a great way to go far in `The Society', son." Master Alex dutifully says, "Yes Mother, we serve `The Society' any way we can." "Your right son, slaves serve us and we serve `The Society'. It is a great arrangement." She pats her slaves on the head as an owner does to a pet. I keep looking at her and her husband's slaves. They look so familiar like I have seen them before. She sees me looking at them. She smiles, "Oh you have not told your slave, yet?" Master replies, "No mother, I wanted it to be a surprise." She laughs, "It is always nice to see the look on their faces when they finally understand. Boy, do you recognize my slaves?" "Yes, Mistress but cannot recall where, Mistress" "Look closer boy. You should see yourself in them." I am confused and then look closer. OH SHIT! It comes to me, they are my cousins, Lukas and Jen, they're brother and sister. I open my mouth in shock and then close it. She laughs again, "He is starting to understand." Then I look at her husband's slaves. They are twins. OMG! They are my Uncle's kids. I remember playing with them when I was young, Matt and James. Master pats my head. I look up at him. He smiles down at me, "Yes boy, my family owns many of your family members. Your family's offspring are worth a lot. Many are bred to be slaves, like you, Boy. Your family has been serving our family for many years. Your family members are very valuable. So, each of your family members are tested at an early age for the submissive gene. Then they are trained growing up as submissives without even knowing it. You and your sister's genes came out as 99% submissive. So, I made a deal with your father to have the first option to purchase your sister and you when you came of age." I am shocked at this revelation. Master's father laughs, "They are so naïve. Boy, you are born to be a slave. The Society has selected each family to bred more slaves or Masters. Your family's gene has been bred over time to produce slaves. It has been this way for hundreds of years. About 80% of your family tree has a high percentage of the submissive gene. While the other 20% are dominants who train the submissives so they can be sold to families like ours. Our family is bred to have a high percentage of the dominant genes. So, our families are naturally linked. Your family serves our family so `The Society' can thrive. Therefore, in reality you had no choice when my son claimed you. You were born to be his slave. Deep down you know this is true. You want to be a slave. You want my son to own you." I lowered my head trying to rationalize what I have learned. My life was a lie. I thought I was in control of it but in reality, I had no control over how my life would turn out. I was bred to be submissive, allowing others to control me. I feel betrayed, by my Master, by this dam Society, and most of all by my family. My Master rubs my head telling me it is OK Boy. "You were born to serve the greater good. You have made me so happy, Boy. I have been looking forward to owning you for so long. You came out to be a great submissive. Be proud of that. Be proud of what you are born to be. Let go of your pride. All those wins you did on the track and swim teams helped you be the better slave. Admit it those winnings were more for your coach and your father. You did those things to make others happy, to make others proud of you. Everything you have done is for others. It made you happy too. What is wrong with being happy? You want to be happy, Boy, don't you?" With tears running down my face, I look up at Master. "Yes Master, I want to be happy, Sir." "Doing things for others makes you happy, right?" "Yes, Master." "Good boy. So, why waste all that effort on helping others when you can direct it to one person? By serving one person, one Master, you can maximize the pleasure you can give another person. It is a waste to spread the pleasure to many others that will not appreciate your effort. Only a Master can really appreciate all your effort. You see, pleasing one Master will give you the most pleasure. It's a win-win for everyone, isn't it, boy?" "Yes, Master, that makes sense." "That is good, stop thinking about the past and live for the future. Live to serve me." "Yes, I will Master." "Good boy, I know you will. Now be a good boy and give my father the pleasure you want to give me. Kiss his feet showing your respect to a superior. This will make me so happy to see you serve my family the best you know how to." "Yes, Master." I crawl over to Master's father and kiss both of his feet. Look up into his demanding stare, "Sir, how may I serve you?" He orders, "Slave, give me a foot massage using your mouth." "Yes, Sir." "Thank me, boy." "Oh sorry, Sir. Thank you for the honor to serve you, Sir." "Good boy, yes it is an honor isn't it, boy?" "Oh, yes Sir, very much so. I am very honored, Sir." "Go ahead boy, make my feet feel good." I pick up his feet, removing his shoes and socks. Look at how large his feet are. I wonder if his cock is similarly large as Master's cock is? I lick his big toe and down between his toes. They are smelly but I ignore the smell and focus on his toes like I would suck a cock. I zone out in the task trying to clean each toe and then his whole foot. At the same time, I use my fingers to massage each toe and between each one. Pulling on the toes I hear a little hear the toes crack with each pull. His skin dries out some due to my massaging. So, to help moisturize his feet, I keep licking. I lick and rub, lick and rub. It seems to help a lot. He pats my head, saying, "Boy, you are doing good." This makes me feel good and I try harder to serve him. He says to Master, "You did well with this slave, son. If your slave is as good at massaging feet as it is at sucking cock, it will be very valuable." Master's mother adds, "The boy is like his sister. I remember how its sister was good at servicing feet too. Why doesn't she work on the other foot?" The father says, "Good idea, honey, I do enjoy having both feet massaged at the same time." In the corner of my eye, I see my sister pick up the other foot. Soon, I hear her mouth sucking toes like I am. I am glad that at least my sister is here with me sharing my first experiences as a slave. Not sure how I could have gotten through this without her even though I feel sorry for her. She will most likely have to bear our Master's offspring and then if they are submissive will have to give them up when they find a Master or Mistress. Even if it becomes a Master or Mistress, she would lose it one way or the other. How will she be able to handle that? At least it will be over 18 years or more from now. I wonder how my mother is handling losing both her youngest children. "Son. your slaves are excellent worshippers. They will have to do this each time we are together." "Yes Father, you may use them any way you wish." "Thank you, Son. I would like to take them to my bed some night soon if that is ok with you." "Of course father, try out the boy. You already know how talented the girl is." "Oh yes son, she is a great fuck. I enjoyed fucking her all night long the last time you visited." Master's mother comments, "Oh honey, I expect nothing else from Anderson stock. It's in their blood after all.", she laughs sarcastically. Everyone laughs with her. Yet, I suspect they laugh because she seems to be the leader of the household. She asks, "Son, do you plan on breeding the girl? You know that we need to keep Anderson's bloodline tied to ours." Master replies, "Yes Mother, the slave girl will bear my child as soon as the boy is off to school." "Good son, we need to continue to breed dominates so that the Anderson family will continue to provide our family with slaves like these.", she motions to all of the slaves kneeling before Master's family. I wonder how they know that Master and my sister's offspring will be dominant. A little annoyed, Master groans, "Yes Mother, I know, mixing our family with the Anderson's bloodlines will always produce dominant offspring. It has been like this for centuries." "Sorry son, I know you understand how important it is to continue our family as the dominants within The Society. It is after all why we have the power within The Society." Still annoyed, Master groans, "Yes Mother, grandfather explained this to me when I was 15 years old! My slave girl will bear many of my children. All my children will be raised as dominants in the family traditions." Oh, fuck that is why Master purchased my sister. He needs her to continue his family's dominance within The Society. "Very good son, I know you will do your part for our family, even though you prefer males for your sexual pleasure." "Yes, Mother I am bi but prefer male just like many of our family members are. I will do my part for our family." WOW, Master purchased me because he is attracted to males more. Now I feel sorry for my sister. Even without looking at Master, I feel my Master's eyes staring at me, asserting his ownership of me. Master's father turns to me and orders me to suck him. I open his pants and take out his hard cock. FUCK! He is as big as Master. I take all of it in one gup, trying to make my Master proud. I feel a powerful hand pushing on my head. All eyes seem to be on me, now! I want to make Master proud in front of his parents. This means to give the best blow job I know so his father will be pleased with me. His cock is just as big or maybe bigger than Master's cock. It must be at least 10 or 11 inches. Fuck, I am glad Master has given me lots of practice the last couple of days. Taking the cock in my mouth, I realize it is wider than Master's cock. I have to really open my mouth to get it into my throat. I pushed as hard as can to get this massive cock down my throat. I am almost to the root when I can't go anymore. That is when I feel a hand on my head pushing more until it's all the way to the root. That helped. With his support, I can get the cock all the way down until I feel his pubs mashed into my face. He holds me down on his cock. I feel him pulsing in my throat. Oh, fuck this is so hot! The man is using me to get off. He lets me up to breathe and then pushes my head all the way again. Fuck! I feel his cock pulsing again. He bends over and whispers, "Count the pulses slave." I count 1,2,3, ... 10 then he lets me up. He looks into my eyes "Get to 15, slave" Instinctually. I say "Yes Sir" and dive down without him pushing this time. YES! I made it all the way without his help. It makes me proud. I start counting again 1, 2, 3, ... 15. I come up for air again. Fuck! I am so happy to achieve the goal I was given by this superior man. He looks into my eyes, "Again, 20 this time." "Yes Sir!" Again I go down on his cock with eagerness to make him proud of me. He holds me down 1, 2, 3, .. 15, 16,17, Oh Fuck!, I struggle to get up, 18, 19, 20. He pulls me off him. I breathe heavily! He pats my head, "Good slave". He whispers, "Again, 25, slave." I dive in again to the root in no time now. He holds me, pulses go even longer than before, 1, 2, 3, .... 18, I do not struggle as much, knowing I have no choice, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, fuck I'm going to pass out, 24, 25! He lets go. I fall back on my ass, breathing very heavily and very light-headed. Look around and see everyone looking at me. The father snaps at me. I quickly look back at him. "Boy, you did well." We stare into each other's eyes. When he sees I have recovered enough, he says "This time SLAVE you're going to make me cum. Are you ready, Boy?" I yell, "YES SIR!" I dive again down his cock. He holds me down and his cock pulses faster than before. Thank god, 1, 2, 3, 4.... 20, please cum, 21,22, 23 feel my his cock pulse much faster and know he is cumming down my throat, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30. I go dark and know I am passing out. Oh, fuck no! I dream of being fucked by both father and son. It feels like I'm dreaming for a long time. Then I finally open my eyes to see my Master holding me in his lap. He looks into my eyes. OH Fuck he is so handsome. In a fog, I hear him say, "It's ok Boy, I have you." I smile at him. I start to recover a little, looking around seeing all my Master's family watching me. I hear Master's father say, "Son, he is a good Boy. If you ever want to sell him, I will buy him from you." He pats my back. Master looks at his father, "I will never sell this slave, father." Then he turns to me and kisses me passionately as lovers would do. I love him so much. Wait Master's father wants to buy me. I must have done a good job sucking his cock. Master broke the kiss and then gets up. He clasps the leash to my collar and pulls me up the stairs to one of the rooms in the mansion. When we enter the bedroom, Master tells me, "Get on the bed." I crawl onto the bed and turn around. Master quickly removes his clothes and jumps on top of me, pinning my arms to the bed. He looks into my eyes, "Boy, you made me so proud. I have never seen anyone, for the first time, take my father's cock for so long. It made me so hard to see you serve so selflessly. You allow my father to choke you out without struggling. You let him use you with the eagerness of a lifetime slave. I know now that you are born to serve me and my family. You know that, don't you, Boy?" "Yes Master, I am your slave Master." "Yes, you are Boy. You are my property, right Boy?" "Yes, Master." "I will do whatever I want with my property, right Boy?" "Yes, Master." "I own you as the slave animal you were born to be, right Boy? "Yes, Master." "If I choke you out like my father just did, you would not struggle, right Boy?" "Yes, Master." "If I put you down as an owner can do to their animals, you will allow me, right Boy?" "Yes, Master." "Fuck yes! Slave, you are my property; mind and body. Now, I want to fuck my slave." He pulls my legs over his shoulders and rams his cock into me. Master fuck me with animalist rage and I eagerly push back with each primal thrust. At this moment we are both animals in the power exchange between Master and slave. There is nothing more important in my life than to give my Master the power he deserves. Master fucks me for more than an hour in every position I could ever imagine, manhandling me for the entire fuck session. Finally, he pushes his cock into my throat just like his father did. Again, I pass out. Master was correct, I did not struggle, even knowing Master could choke me to death if he wanted to. I had another amazing dream of being dominated by my Master and his brother this time. I open my eyes in Master's arms with him smiling at me. Master just holds me tight feeling his heartbeat still fast from the fuck session. I feel so safe in my Master's arms. Slowly, I look around the room and realized this must be Master's childhood bedroom. WOW, Master fucked me in the bedroom he grew up in. I see trophies in the bookcase of his achievements. I ask, "Master, is this your childhood bedroom?" "Yes boy, I grew up here. This is where your Master learned to be a man." "Master, were you good at sports?" "Yes boy, I was a wrestler." I observe, "Master, the way you manhandled me around for the past hour, I can tell you were good at wrestling." "Yes boy, I was good but what I liked most was dominating my opponents. To overpower another man was so hot. My high school was controlled by `The Society'. So, wrestling was different from normal high schools. We wrestled in the nude while fighting for domination over our opponent. A guy wins when he pins and fucks his opponent. It shows his absolute power over the other guy. Well at least for that wrestling match." Surprised, "Master, you must have won a lot of matches." "Yes boy, I had a lot of incentive to dominate those guys." Curiously, I ask, "Hope I am not too forward, Master, did you ever lose a match?" "Yes Boy, I did three times. When I first started I was pinned and fucked once. It was very humiliating. I never wanted to be humiliated like that ever again. So, in almost every match I did after that, I would make sure I won. It was hard work to keep up being the Topman on campus. The Society has other high schools throughout the country. Other communities like ours. So, we compete with the other schools. I had one rival from another school who always wanted to dominate me. He pinned me twice but in the end, I pinned him three times in a row. When I fucked him he was hard all three times. After that, he dropped out of wrestling altogether. The last I heard is he is now a slave to a very dominant Master. It proves that he truly was a submissive all along and was denying his true self." I am in awe of my Master. "Master, did you always know that you come from a dominant bloodline?" "Yes boy. In my family, we are taught from an early age that we are born to be Masters. I grew up with slaves to serve me and my family. This is the reason my family lives in a Society's community." More curious, "How is it that the outside world does not know about `The Society'." Master explains, "Boy, the Society controls all the media and has members in all walks of life, including all the governments of the world. Plus, `The Society' controls the airspace above all Society communities. All Society communities are no-fly zones and satellite blackouts. So, you see we can do anything we want here in the communities. You can think of `The Society' as its own nation within each nation of the world. Kind of like the American Indians Nations. So, we have our laws just like any other nation. But you will learn all about that when you go to college." I ask "Master, when will I be going to college." "In a week Boy. We will fly in my jet to an Island that the Society owns." Surprised, I ask "WOW! Master that soon, I was hoping to have more time to get to know my Master." Master laughs, "Boy, don't worry you will see me enough throughout your college education." I ask, "How often will I see you, Master?" Master informs me "I told you, boy, not to worry about our time together. You will see me when it's convenient for me." Then Master flips me over and spanks me. I am surprised by the sudden change in my Master's attitude. I yell, "I AM SORRY, MASTER!" as he spanks me over his knee. The spanking goes on and on until all I can do is cry like a little boy. That doesn't stop Master. He keeps spanking me for another 10 minutes. When he stops I am completely out of it. Master then holds me again allowing me to continue to cry. When I finally stop crying Master asks me what I learned. Thinking for a minute, trying to remember what I did. Then I figure it out. "Master, your slave questioned its owner's commands. Master told his slave not to worry when slave will see his Master. It is not a slave place to worry about its Master's time." Master smiles, "Yes Boy. Slaves never need to know how their Master spends his time. Your time is not yours to determine either. It's your Master who determines who you are with and how you spend your time. Do you understand, slave?" I yell, "YES, MASTER. I SHOULD NEVER BE CONCERNED ABOUT HOW MY TIME IS SPENT AND WITH WHO." "Very good. Boy, your time will be controlled by your superiors 24/7. You have no right to question how your time will be spent. I own you in every sense of the word. You need to understand this. You are no longer a free man. Well, you were never a free, boy. From the day you were born you were owned even if you did not know it." I nod at my Master and lean back into his arms. I think back to my childhood. All the times when my father spanked me, he was to train me to be a slave. Each swimming match or track match I failed to win, my father spanked me. My time was always scheduled for me. My father would determine the sports I joined and the activities I did after school. When I wasn't studying, my father or mother would have chores for me to do. I never question my father's decisions. If I questioned my father, I was spanked. Just last month father spanked me because I asked why I couldn't go to the movies. It was because, I didn't finish my schoolwork that weekend. I tried to tell father that I could do it on Sunday but father wouldn't hear my argument. Now looking back father was training me to not question my superiors like Master just did. When my brother was home some of my punishments were done by him too. Father said my brother was older so he had authority over me too. Now, I understand that Father was also training not only me to submissive but also my brother to be dominant. So, every time I needed punishment my father had my brother there to help. The last year my brother was at home and my father had my brother spank me each time. My father was teaching my brother how to punish a slave. All my spankings were done bare ass too. I felt so humiliated but the humiliation was more slave training. Every time, I wanted to leave the house I had to ask my father for permission. I had to wait in my father's study with my hand behind my back to ask for permission to leave the house. I had to even ask before I went to school. I would say, "Father Sir, I may leave for school now". Father would always ask me if I did my homework. If I didn't do my homework he or my brother would spank me before going to school. If I wanted to do something after school or go to swim practice, I had to ask in the morning before going to school. Father controlled my life like I was a slave. He hid the fact that he was training me to be a slave. I have been conditioned to obey superiors. When Master took control of me I was already conditioned to obey a strong dominant man. I lean back in my Master's arms crying to myself, I was never in control of my life. I was a slave all my life and now I know that I will be a slave for the rest of my life. I remember what I agreed to when Master brought me into this room. I agreed to be his slave, his property, an animal he owned, and an animal he could put down if he wished. I know that I will do anything for my Master even die for him. So, does it matter how I got here? I am here and happy to serve my Master in any way he wishes. I fall asleep happy that I am my Master's slave. I wake up first seeing one of the male house slaves bringing Master his coffee. The slave and I lock eyes with each other. He smiled at me and then quickly left through a different door than the one Master and I came in last night. Master still had his arms around me holding me tight next to his naked body. I could feel his cock getting hard between my ass crack. Soon Master's cock was fully hard. Then Master started rubbing his cock up and down along my cheeks. I wasn't sure if he was fully awake or having a wet dream. Then Master finds my hole and he pushes in. I moan. Master breathes in my ear. He starts pushing in and out of my hole. Oh, fuck it feels so good. Master moans in my ear, fucking me harder and harder. Slowly, he moves on top of me so I am laying on my stomach, pressing his full body weight on me. He whispers, "Oh fuck boy! You're so tight. Love your hole. You want me, boy?" I whisper back, "Yes, Master, I want you so much!" Master fucks me harder for 30 minutes before dumping a load in my hole. He lays on top of me breathing hard in my ear. I am so happy that Master uses me for his pleasure. Slowly, I feel the blood in his cock drain. When he is half hard, Master pulls out of me and orders me to get his shower ready. I crawl out of bed and into the bathroom. I turn on the water getting the temperature just right for what I think Master would like. I make sure there is a fresh towel on the warming rack. I then kneel by the shower door waiting for Master. A few minutes later he walks past me into the shower. "Boy, clean me" I rush into the shower and grab a bar of soap then start cleaning Master's left foot and up his leg. Then switch to his right foot and his other leg. I get to his cock and see some cum still dripping from the slit. I instinctively lick it clean, tasting my ass juices and Master's wonderful cum. I look up at Master as the water cascades down his body. I marvel at his greatness, such power he has over men, over me. Master is wiping my face in the water then looks down at me, seeing me worshiping him as I clean his cock with soap and water. He smiles at me. All I can do is open my mouth in awe. He is such a magnificent man. My Lord and savior, my GOD! I feel Master's cock get hard as I kneel at his feet worshiping his body and mind. "Boy, I know you worship your Master" "OH! Yes Master very much so! I am in awe of your power, your body, your control, your complete dominance of me." "Then worship your Master's body by washing what you most worship in the world." "Yes, Master." So, I continue to wash Master's muscular chest, arms, and back, worshiping as I clean him. When I get to Master's ass I cannot help but bury my tongue deep into his crack. I hear Master moan with pleasure. So, I continue to clean Master's asshole with my tongue, getting it as clean as possible. This means I need to lick deep into his crack. Master has enough and pushes me off him. Master steps out of the shower, leaving me under the water. Then he reaches over and turns off the hot water. "Clean and shave your entire body from the top of your head to your toes. However, leave the eyebrows for now." The shower has a full-length mirror that seems to never fog up which allows me to see my entire body as I shave it. Master watches me the whole time. Pointing out where I missed spots and how to shave correctly without cutting myself. Then Master turns a knob on the wall and a tube with water shooting out of it is in his hands. "Turn around, slave." I turn around. Master sticks the tube into my hole. It feels strange at first. Then I feel bloated. Soon, I am cramping. I squeeze my eyes shut and groan. Master pulls the tube out of my hole but before it is all the way out he tells me to squeeze my hole tightly as I can. "Boy, keep that water in your hole. Do not let any of it out or you will pay!" "Yes, Master." It hurts but I don't let any water slip out. Master orders me out of the shower. "Sit on the toilet." When I am sitting down, he orders, "Open your hole." I open my hole and water rushes out splashing the water in the bowl. Master fills me up two more times until the water comes out clean. Master turns off the water and steps out of the shower stall. "Boy, dry me." I take a heated towel and dry my Master completely. He hands me an old ratty towel, telling me to dry myself. It is scratchy and not at all pleasant. However, I use it anyway knowing I have no choice. I figure the nice soft warm towels are for Master, not for his slave. I hurry up and dry off then crawl to Master's side. He shows me his huge closet with every type of clothes imaginable. Master explains that since he sometimes stays in his childhood home, the closet is stocked with his favorite clothes. Master pulls out a T-Shirt, running shorts, and shoes. He goes to his dresser and pulls out some socks and a jockstrap. "Boy, dress me." I grab the sock, putting them on each foot. I hold out the jockstrap as Master steps into it. I look up at Master as I pull the jockstrap up over his beautiful cock and balls. Then hold out his running shorts and do the same. I pull the T-Shirt over his head. Master sits on the bed as I put on each shoe. He stands up and walks over to the different closet. He opens it as I look inside. It looks like a cell with bars for an interior door. Master grabs some keys hanging on the wall next to the door. He opens the metal door and walks in. "Boy, this is a cell I keep my slaves in when they are not needed. I also have my portable toy bag in here." He grabs an extra-long backpack with pockets on the side. Master hands me the bag and tells me to carry it then walks out. I follow him out of the cell and out of his bedroom. I'm ordered to crawl after him when he walks down the hallway. I have to crawl quickly to keep up. Master walks down the stairs to the front door. Another slave is waiting for us. "Stand, Boy." I stand on command. The other slave unshackles my legs and feet. The slave grabs the bag I am carrying and puts in cold water and energy bars. Master walks out the front door. On the lawn, he stretches his legs and arms. "Boy, stretch like I am doing." I follow the same motions that Master is doing. I get the feeling we are going for a run. I like to run but look down at my feet and wonder if Master will give me shoes. Master sees the look on my face. "Boy, my slaves run barefoot all the time, you need to get used to it. You will be walking barefoot for most of your life from now on. So, you will need to build up calluses on the soles of your feet." "Yes, Master." I worry that my feet will get cut up. Yet, before I can complain, Master grabs my leash and starts running. I have no choice but to run after him. We run out of Master's parent estate onto the public sidewalk. We pass an elderly man walking his dog. He says good morning to my Master and Master replies in kind. I am completely ignored like it is normal for a naked man to be running down the street on a leash with a collar around his neck! I feel like I'm in an alternate reality. What kind of community is this? Now we are at a stoplight. More people are walking and driving seeing my naked body. However, no one cares. I am so embarrassed. I follow Master across the intersection and Master waves at everyone in the cars and on the street. Then someone says good morning Mr. Mayor to Master. Oh my god, I just remember that Master is the Mayor of this town. A town that accepts humans as slaves. I am understanding more and more how deep I am now. Even if I did change my mind about being a slave who would I go to? No one sees me as human anymore. They see me as my Master's slave, his property. Master pulls me into a park. We run through the park with lots more people. I also see more slaves like me, naked on leashes. We stop and Master tells me to give him some water. I pull a water bottle out of the backpack I am carrying and hand it to him. Then Master points to a building and pulls me to it. Master orders me into `Position 7". I quickly get on my hands and knees. "Boy, crawl to the pipe coming out of that building." As I approach the building, water starts to come out of the pipe. However, as I get closer I see the pipe is in the shape of a penis. I look back at Master with a worried face. "Go on boy, suck it. You need the water." I crawl up to the penis drinking fountain and drink the water. This is a new level of humiliation. Then I hear a man approach. "Hello, Mr. Mayor is this your new slave boy?" "Yes, Matt it is. Do you like it? "It is very well defined. Good muscle definition. Nice round ass. May I?" "Yes, go ahead." I jump in surprise when I feel a hand rub my ass as I continue to drink. I choke on the fake cock as this stranger pushes his finger into my hole. He then runs his other hand down my legs squeezing as he does. FUCK! He moves his finger in and out of my hole all the while rubbing my back and arms at the same time. I feel like I am being inspected as livestock on a farm yet in a more personal private way. More shame floods through me when my cock gets hard from the stimulation. This just results in more embarrassment and shame. I'm more mortified when he starts masturbating me right here in public. I am sucking cock, well not a real cock, being felt up and masturbated at a public drinking fountain. Well, a public drinking fountain for slaves that is. Matt speeds up jerking my dick. OH GOD NO! Please not here. I feel my dick get harder and harder. I do not want to cum here in public but I cannot stop the pleasure that is happening to me. So, I can't stop the enviable, I'm so horny that I shoot my load all over the ground under me, even hitting my chest and the wall of the drinking fountain. What the fuck did I just do? "WOW! Mr. Mayor, it performs well. Very nice slave animal you have. Looks like it is from a good stock." Matt rubs my back, "Good boy." Master orders, "Boy, thank the good man." I pull off the penis-shaped drinking fountain and turn to face my molester. "Sir, thank you for inspecting this slave and masturbating it to an orgasm." "Your welcome, slave. You should be proud to be owned by a great man like Mr. Mayor" "Yes Sir, I am very proud to be owned by my Master." I smile when Master says, "He is a good slave boy from good stock indeed." I could tell Master is pleased with my answer from the praise he gives me but also could tell he was proud to own me like his favorite car or a prize bull he can show off. Matt asks, "What stock is it from?" "Oh, the Anderson's bloodline." Matt then realizes who I look like. "Oh yeah, your slave girl is from the same bloodline. I hear it is a very good stock. Is this slave boy a direct relation to the slave girl you already own?" Master laughs, "Oh, Yes indeed. They are brothers and sisters." "No kidding. You own a brother and sister slave pair, Congrats!" I thought I could not get more embarrassed as everyone in the park is looking at us. Shit now everyone in this town will know my sister and I are slaves to our Master. It is hard to keep secrets in a small town. Yet, I don't think owning my sister and I needs to be a secret in this crazy town! Just then Master and Matt step back which made me question why. However, before I could think of anything else, very cold water rains down on me. I instinctively jump up to a standing position but then looked at my Master who had a face that told me I made a big mistake. I jumped back down on my hands and knees while cold water still rained down on me. Now I'm shivering not only from the cold water but also from what Master might do to me. Master grabs the leash and pulls me. I am forced to crawl after him as fast as I can while crawling which isn't easy. We get to the center of the park where I see a stone cross with steel cuffs hanging from each end. Master orders me to give him the backpack then to stand and lay on the cross with my hand and legs spread. Two cleaning slaves for the park, I assume, come up to us and ask if my Master needs help. Master orders them to cuff my hands and legs. Once done they stand back waiting for more directions. I hear a swishing sound behind me. I know that sound. Oh, fuck! Then I feel it. A sharp sting pain hits my ass. I yell out in pain. Master hits me again and again with the cane. Master not only canes me on my ass but my back, legs, shoulders, and arms. I am now crying and begging for forgiveness. I plead, "Please Master, I will be a good slave, Master. Oh god! Please Master, I will never disobey you, Master." Everyone in the park is now watching my beating. When Master finally stops the beating, I am a mess. I cannot stop crying. I hear clapping from everyone watching my beating. I am taken down by the cleaning slaves and walked over to a different showerhead. They tell me to close my eyes and step forward. The showerhead automatically turns on. Once I feel the liquid hit my body, I scream again. It stings everywhere Master caned me. One of the clean slaves explains, "it is an antiseptic shower. It is mostly alcohol which is why it stings." Goddam does it sting like a mother fucker. I start crying all over again. Once I am cleaned up, the cleaning slaves pull me to my Master. They hand me over and leave without a word. Master pulls me out of the park to the main building in the center of town. We enter and take the elevator to the top floor. The elevator opens up to a huge office. He hands my leach to another slave who pulls me to a bench that is facing glass windows looking down at the town. I am strapped to it. Anyone looking up can see me restrained to the bench. I am left there as Master works. At lunchtime Master steps behind me, placing his hard cock at my hole. I yep a little not expecting to be fucked right in the open for all to see. Master enters me in one swift motion, fucking me deep and hard. I see people stopping and looking up at us. Master doesn't seem to care. He fucks me for about an hour then cums in my hole. Master eats his lunch and goes back to work. A bowl of slave chow is placed in front of me. I am so hungry, I dig in just using my mouth as Master taught me.