Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 18:57:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Steam Train Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 7 A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com) Chapter 7: A deliberate act. I am sure if Master had his time over again he would change his rules for the bedroom. He was keen to get down to some good sex but I was still full of questions. After our routine shower I lay on my stomach, Master giving me my massage, I asked what had been worrying me since Mr Morris left with Josh, "Master why are you and Mr Morris so worried about Brett, he seems a normal young teenage slave to me". "Steve it has been really difficult training Brett to be an indentured slave. I don't like to use too harsh a punishment regime on indentured slaves. All you need is just enough to let them know who is in charge. It's not like they have to develop `that slave feeling' to protect them for the rest of their life, especially if they are young short term indentures like Brett and Josh" Master replied "However in Brett's case I have had to order numerous canings before Mr Morris was able to bring him under control. I am worried that he is still only just holding in there at being a satisfactory slave. I suspect he still harbours great resentment at being indentured. He took his enslavement badly as many guys from the old established southern families do, even though they should know that it is not all that uncommon". "Brett's great granddaddy Ezekiel McDonald established the current farm soon after President Shelley's reforms came into force. The McDonalds have run their farm to traditional southern standards ever since. Brett's dad Andrew unfortunately is struggling to maintain a traditional southern gentlemen's slave holding lifestyle. He nearly went into bankruptcy but I bailed him out in the only way possible. Just like we discussed about Mr Woods, charity for a southern gentlemen would be unacceptable". "To be honest with you Steve, I wanted Brett enslaved. He was a total brat. Absolutely no respect for his father's slaves, treated them like dirt. You know I can't stand that attitude and when I see it in a guy so young, well I deliberately acted to bring about Brett's enslavement". Still massaging my arms, back and neck Master continued "It is one of the pleasures I get occasionally from having almost absolute power over a slave that I can break them to my will. In Brett's case I deliberately set out to do this with the greatest amount of embarrassment and humiliation possible. I felt he deserved it, now he knows just how his father's slaves felt". Master stopped massaging as if thinking over something then got up and walked to the wall cabinet, opened the doors, turned on the screen and inserted a micro disk. He came back and sat next to me in the bed. "Get comfortable Steve and watch this. I had Bentley record the scene when the unsuspecting Young Master Brett was reduced within minutes to an indentured slave". "You know Steve in the time before I secured you and after I transferred Eric your predecessor as bed slave to my Napa Valley estate I watched this disk a lot. It helped me communicate well with my right hand. Pretty pathetic, hey Steve?" Master blushed and half smiled at me. What could I say, but I wondered just what the disk would revel. Whatever it was, it obviously turned Master on. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Master told me this movie was taken six months ago at the stables at McDonalds Farm. The riders were Brett and his dad. Two figures were riding towards the camera. Master could be seen standing to the side of the camera shot waiting along with some other gentlemen and four slaves. They rode up close to the camera and dismounted. Brett shoved his riding crop into the waiting hands of a cowering slave. That slave plus another slave then began dusting Brett's clothing and polishing his riding boots; the same was done for his father. Even on the disk you could sense and see the fear of the slaves for their Master and equally for their young Master. Brett was dressed identically to his father and looked every inch the son and heir in his expensive hacking-jacket, twill trousers and shining riding boots. I was surprised how grown up he looked dressed in his adult style riding clothes he gave off an air of youthful authority. This was aided by the fact that Brett although having only just turned thirteen years of age when this movie was taken was tall and lanky for his age, standing about five feet five inches tall The way Brett's mid length light brown hair was gelled, as was the trend again amongst young teenage guys, also assisted in making him look more mature. Now Brett had a short haired slave style haircut and normal clothes and he looked very much younger than he appeared in the movie, even though I was sure he had grown a couple of more inches since the movie was taken. His father introduced Brett to my Master. He shook hands politely but with an air of almost disdain. As if master being a northerner wasn't really welcome. You could see the resentment in his eyes that his father was dependant on Master and his company for their livelihood. Brett then asked his father who the other plain clothed gentlemen were accompanying Master. They obviously were not slaves by their standard of dress. I guess this whole scene had been set up by Master because before his dad could answer Master spoke. "Brett your father and I have been discussing the financial situation of McDonald's Farm and these men are here as a result of that discussion. The two plain clothed gentlemen moved over and took places one on each side of Brett. Mr McDonald then addressed his son, "Brett. I have decided in consultation with Mr Booth and his business advisors that I have to make some changes at the farm. As you know son, the farm business has been failing over the last few years and needs a capital infusion to continue and then build operations". "Mr. Booth has very graciously offered to help me out financially. I have therefore accepted his offer of taking you into indentured service till you finish twelfth grade and I will be compensated appropriately by payment for your indenturement. We both owe Mr. Booth our gratitude for what he has done to help us both out Brett." "Dad no, you can't do this to me. I haven't done anything wrong I am a freeman not a slave" Brett pleaded as his face drained white as fear instantly rushed across his face. The two plain clothed gentlemen grabbed hold of Brett before he had any chance of thinking of escaping. The older of the two produced from his coat pocket a silver slave collar and very efficiently locked it into place around Brett's neck before he really realized what had happened. I also noticed in the background that the four slaves standing to the side and out of the action had suppressed smirks of glee on their face. No doubt they felt the Young Master deserved what was in store for him. "Hear me out, son. I could never allow you to be enslaved and sold at auction. It was only because of Mr. Booth's kind offer to keep you on his personal slave staff at his local residence that I could bring my self to have you indentured. Mr Booth has agreed that you will be allowed to visit me here most weekends after your initial training" Mr McDonald concluded. "Dad please don't do this to me, I am a master not a slave, this is so humiliating, please, please dad" Brett pleaded. Master ignoring Brett then spoke to Mr McDonald "Andrew before we finalise this deal as Brett's new Master I do need to inspect my purchase. I am a bit short for time and would like to view Brett now, if you don't mind. I need to see what I'm paying for before I transfer the funds, to make sure the goods are in order and there are no surprises". Mr McDonald hesitated thinking no doubt about his son's pleas for mercy and the request for Master to inspect Brett. Eventually Mr McDonald replied "Of course Mr Booth he is now your slave, I always personally check out any new slaves I purchase". "Noooooo Dad" Brett screamed. Turning to Brett, Master ordered, "Gentlemen please hold Brett whilst these slaves here disrobe the new slave for inspection". Brett screamed abuse at the two gentlemen who held him tight. When he failed to break their grip he then pleaded again with his father not to allow this to happen. His plea fell on deaf ears. The two gentlemen had no trouble in overpowering the now frantically squirming boy, whilst the household slaves continued to smirk with glee as they removed his hacking-jacket, waistcoat, long-tailed riding shirt, white tee shirt, riding boots, socks, twill trousers, boxers and finally Brett's white briefs that he was wearing under the boxers. Brett desperately tried to cover his genitals but his arms were swiftly and firmly pulled back behind him by the two gentlemen; leaving him totally bared for all to see. The slaves resumed their position to the side but it was plain to see that they now looked very much happier than earlier. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing on the screen. My cock was totally erect as was Masters as we watched Brett being enslaved. Now that Brett was totally naked, stripped of his entire set of fancy adult riding clothes, he no longer looked the young master displaying an air of youthful authority; instead I could see that he was still very much a boy. Only just on the very threshold of puberty, he was displaying a surprisingly thick, flaccid, circumcised penis only one inch long that was sticking straight out, not hanging, giving an unobstructed view of a hairless slightly plump but not yet descended scrotum that clearly had only recently begun growing. Just above his penis there were a few sparse wisps of light brown pubic hair extending about a quarter of an inch to either side and above his penis. Brett stood there still squirming, held by the two gentlemen, his face burning bright with humiliation and shame. Seeing his son's embarrassment and looking embarrassed himself, Mr McDonald tried to assure his son "Now son, don't you worry; I have trained you in inspecting slaves so you know what is involved. You have done it enough times yourself so you will soon get used to it being done to you, all slaves do!" Master said to the father, "Yes it's always intriguing to me how the newly enslaved are so full of modesty. After all it's not as if he is totally naked, he is wearing his slave collar, which is all a slave really needs to wear. You are right though Andrew, he will soon get over it". Master then walked over to Brett and forced open his mouth, inspected his teeth then ran his hand over his shoulders and both arms feeling for his muscle development. Then he had the two gentlemen lift Brett's arms and he ran his fingers over Brett's hairless arm pits then continued running his hands down over Brett's nipples and chest stopping all the time to feel his muscle tone. Master then moved down to Brett's stomach and abdominal muscles, brushed his hand through the sparse wisps of pubic hair but avoided Brett's genitals running his hands instead down his legs feeling the muscles of both legs before he finally cupped his hands around Brett's ball sack. I could see Master feeling their size and weight. Brett let out an audible gasp as Masters hands touched his previously most private of places and his cock instantly began rising to a humiliating full erection of only three inches. Noticing this Master said "Can you ejaculate slave?" Brett didn't answer. "I asked you a question slave, answer your Master boy or you will suffer the consequences. you know what this is don't you boy?" my Master demanded taking a pen shaped electric shock prod out of his shirt pocket. The look of absolute fear in Brett's eyes told all that he knew exactly what it was. "Yes Master I can cum" Brett answered in a defiant but fearful voice. Master removed a pair of thin rubber inspection gloves from his pocket and grabbed hold of Brett's small erection and began stroking it. He stroked it for about a minute at which time the tell tale signs that Brett was approaching his climax began to show. Brett held firm by the two gentlemen began moaning and started to move his hips in rhythm to Masters stroking. Finally Brett cried out in anguish "Oh please stop; please not in front of my father and the slaves pleasssssssee. Ohhhh fuck ... I'm cumming!" as humiliatingly only two small partly clear partly white drops of cum dribbled from his cock, falling into Masters cupped left hand. Master moved a finger from his right hand through the very small deposit of cum lying in his hand, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger, checking for thickness texture and quality, before licking his finger and tasting the cum. Turning towards the father, Master said "Still very thin and watery but he will get there I am sure. He is really more a boy than a man but I guarantee you Andrew, when he returns at the end of his indenture you will have a well behaved man for a son. A young man you will be very proud of". Wiping the cum off his hands onto Brett's hair Master then turned Brett around and had him bent over so he could inspect his anus. Being only just thirteen years old, and of slim build, Brett's anus was very visible when he bent over. Master took a close look and then he put two fingers up inside him. Brett's muscles were obviously tight and did not allow easy access judged by both Brett's screams and Masters exertions. "Still a virgin" Master commented out loud as he removed his now brown stained gloves. Master ordered the two gentlemen to handcuff Brett's hands behind his back then turning to the slaves standing off to the side, Master ordered to the first slave "You take this slave by his cock and lead him to the boot of my car, then to the next two slaves he ordered them to walk by his side holding each arm. To the last slave he gave him his pen sized electric prod and told him it was set to low shock and that the slave was to use it if Brett misbehaved or dawdled too slowly. Master then moved over to Mr McDonald, took his checkbook out of his pocket and began speaking as the slaves led the totally humiliated Brett away. The camera panned then followed Brett and the other slaves over to Masters car. By the time they were almost there the friction of the hand of the slave holding Brett's cock was obviously too much for Brett as he moaned again and his body did a sort of dance or jig on the spot where he was walking. I had sympathy with Brett on this problem, the same had happened to me in my early days of caddying when I was not used to being steered by my cock. "Filthy slave" the slave holding his cock responded, looking down at his now cum stained hand. A good slave knows how to control himself when being led. After the first slave wiped the cum off onto Brett's hair, the slave with the prod reached between Brett's legs and prodded the back of his ball sack. Brett let out an almighty, very falsetto scream, and his whole body shook and twitched whilst his cock which had begun to shrink after the ejaculation again shoot almost instantly back to it's full three inches of rigidity. Seeing no masters within earshot the slave holding Brett's left arm said "My how the high and mighty have fallen today, your already learning what it's like to be a slave boy". All the totally humiliated and distraught Brett could do was break down totally and cry. I was enthralled at what I was watching but at this point Master got back out of bed and turned off the disk and closed the cabinet door. "I can see you found that as erotic and stimulating as I do Steve" master said. I blushed, a grown up guy shouldn't get aroused at a young teenagers naked body. I was embarrassed that my body had given away my feelings. "Oh don't blush Steve, look at me I'm no different and I've watched the disk many times. You saw the way when he dismounted he treated the slaves. How he greeted me. He acted like that every time I met him at his father's farm. Did you see the fear in the faces and eyes of the slaves? You will never see that in any of my slaves Steve. Brett deserved, no needed to be enslaved for a while. We are still working at getting his attitude corrected" Master said. "By the time his indenture is up and he emerges back into society, I want Brett to be a proper gentleman who knows exactly how to handle and treat slaves properly". "Steve I know you will think badly of me for this but I enjoyed humiliating Brett, I planned that scene, I enjoyed seeing him stripped, I enjoyed seeing his barely pubescent body revealed to his utter shame. He has been a difficult slave to train but we are getting there. I have ordered more canings for him than anyone other slave I can remember. I don't whip slaves under sixteen except as a last resort. I haven't reached that point yet, I found a more effective treatment" Master said. "Since I fitted a penis clamp to him he has been a different slave. The model I used allows him to urinate and have a full erection but he can't pleasure himself at all. He has to rely on his Masters generosity once a fortnight if he is to get any sexual release. As you undoubtedly noticed he has started puberty and yes, he can shoot Steve" Master told me with a wink of his eye. "You do know don't you Steve that there is no law that states a Master can't have his way with a slave, no matter what age. It's just a convention based on the Voluntary Code of Conduct from the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Slaves that puts a kind of moral embargo on fucking a slave until they are sixteen. But if I wanted to I could call Brett or Josh up here right now and take their cherries and there is no law or no one who could stop me, not even their parents". "It's a funny world we live in Steve. No legislator wants to draft a bill laying down basic rights for a slave because that would give the slave some legal status. And oh no we couldn't have that could we. It's in all slave owners' interests to ensure slaves are an owned object to be used, or misused, and not to give them any legal rights short of having them killed. Even that can be achieved with a court approval" Master fumed. "I'm not one of those Steve. If I could I would ensure there were basic protections in place under law for all slaves no matter what age they were. I use slaves and I need slaves to survive in business. I am not against slavery, I am no hypocrite Steve. I am certainly no emancipist but I do believe that morally we should legalise to protest those that can't protect themselves". There was much to think about in what Master had said but before I had much chance to think further Master had me rolled onto my side and was lubing my ass crack. Soon he was tormenting my pucker with his turgid cock his right hand over my thigh and reaching down to stroke my equally erect cock. I was being assaulted from the front and the rear. "Feel good Steve?" master asked. I was speechless from my building ecstasy but I am sure my constant moaning was a clear indication that I was definitely enjoying myself. Master worked his five inch cock into me and then began rhythmically moving it in and out. As I uttered louder and louder moans of pleasure tinged with a wisp of pain Master began stroking my cock faster and faster. I screamed out my moans and the first shudders of a great orgasm swept through my body. I pumped gush after gush of cum out of my balls through my cock and onto the bed. Master did not care he was cumming himself inside me. There is this huge feeling of euphoria after you have had a particularly strong orgasm. This night was one of those. We laid there quite for some time, Master occasionally saying "Wow". We later talked for a while with Masters sweaty skin tucked in around my curved body and that is how we drifted off into sleep. End Chapter 7 (Part 16 Continuance of Original) ___________________________________________ Those readers that are familiar with the writings of one of the masters of this genre Richard Davies will have found some similarities in this chapter based on his story `A Troublesome Enslavement'. Wherever you are Richard, thank you for your stories, this is my subtle tribute to you.