Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2000 02:14:28 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation:  Benjy's Story

This is a work of fiction involving young boys and has some sexual, S&M and
bondage within the story.  If that isn't to your taste, illegal or your
papa will beat the crap out of you if he finds it please leave.  Trey is
also the author of the In Time series that can be found at www.nifty.org in
the gay/young-friends section.

Arkansas Vacation
Created by Sid Gittler
Benjy's Story
by Trey (HeresQQAtYou@aol.com)
Edited by Sid Gittler (sidg@compuserve.com) (c) 2000

Hi my name is Benjy Jorgenson and I am 11 years old.  You know me better as
Master Benjy of the slaves of Peckertown Arkansas.  My Dad, Elija, and Mom,
Francis, just bought a new home just two blocks from my brother Daniel and
his boyfriend Marc.  We used to live behind our restaurant, The Tasty Buns,
but dad decided that we needed to move and get a REAL house.  It's a five
bedroom, six-and-a-half bath house, it is BIG.  Aaron, my oldest brother,
decided he wanted to stay at the other house and live there, he wanted to
be more independent.  Dad agreed so only me, my parents, sister Kristen and
my lover Roger live here.

Roger is my bodyguard, personal slave AND lover.  I LOVE him to death. He
is gorgeous, he is 14, 5'8" and maybe 170 lbs, with light brown hair and
deep brown eyes.  The minute I saw him I wanted him.  I knew I wanted to
stay with him forever, so we have been together for about a year and a
half.

Today me and Roger were outside at the pool playing around and relaxing.
He enjoys me when I'm being a boy and not the Master of the S&M community
all the time.  I know you must be wondering how an eleven-year-old got
started in S&M and became the master of the community.  Well you aren't the
only one...

"Benjy?" Roger started.

"Yes" I answered.

"If you don't mind I want to ask a question, I hope you won't get mad," he
said sitting cross legged in front of me.  We were sitting naked by the
front of the pool in the shade holding hands and relaxing.

"Roger you can ask me anything. You are more then my slave and bodyguard,
you are the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with," I said
reaching over and kissing him deeply.  After we broke the kiss he smiled at
me.

"Well I was wondering, how did you get into S&M and then become the Master
of the S&M community when you are so young?" he asked shyly.  I giggled and
he look puzzled.

"Roger my dear that is in interesting story. I hope you like long tales." I
said smiling at him.  He nodded and I stared into the water and started
remember back.

*****************

I was probably five or six and playing in the woods with my friend Jimmy
one day.  We were playing cowboys and Indians in the woods behind the
school.  I was hiding near a big tree and he was behind another one.  We
were acting like we were shooting at each other with our pretend pistols.
I started running and tripped over a tree root, landing face first into the
dirt and leaves.  My friend came up and got me in the back, when he got up
I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the tree sump.  I went over and
got it, on the front were the words, Leather Men.  I saw the big man on
front in all leather holding a whip and paddle.  The minute I saw it I knew
I liked it. My little dink (that is what I called it back then) got hard.
As I opened it up I saw the same man on the front with another man bent
over and he was whipping his ass.  Jimmy was standing over me looking at it
as well and we were both amazed at what we all saw in there, we couldn't
believe it.  We both sat down and started looking through the entire
magazine.  When we got finished looking at all the men being whipped,
spanked, paddled, gagged, fisted and pinched left and right, we both looked
at each other and nodded our heads.  We took the magazine and I stuffed it
down the front of my pants.  We ran back to my house and into my room.
When we got into the room we started taking off our clothes.  After we both
striped we didn't know what to do first.

"OK so what do we do and who goes first?" asked Jimmy.

"I don't know what do you want to do first?" I asked.  We sat thinking then
finally at the same time decided the same thing.

"SPANKINGS" we wrestled for a minute to see who goes first and I lost.  I
had to go first.  I got on the bed and bent over it and Jimmy stood behind
me.  My little dink was already hard and I was excited.  Jimmy pulled his
hand high and let it fly.

"OUCH" I hollered.  Jimmy giggled and kept spanking me.

"OUCH" again I hollered the more he spanked me the more I loved it.

"Harder, harder, fast, I want more" I said.  I was excited and wanted more.
He keep spanking me and I felt a stirring in my dink that made me want
more.  When the finale slap came I moaned and started to shake.  I laid on
the bed almost unable to move.  Jimmy got scared.

"Benjy, Benjy you alright?" he asked scared that he really hurt me.  I
slowly got up smiled and nodded.  My ass was on fire and I loved the way it
felt.  I told him how it felt and he was opened mouthed. I was going to
shut it but decided I wanted to do something else so I bent over and kissed
him right on the lips.  He looked shocked.

"What did you do THAT for, YUCK." he said. I felt sad. I enjoyed it.  I
wanted to do it more but he didn't.

"I don't know I saw them do that in the magazine." I replied.

"Yeah so did I but I don't want to do that." he said. I was upset but
shrugged my shoulders any ways and didn't say anything.

"OK your turn" I said.  He nodded and bent over the bed.  I stood behind
him lifted my hand REAL high and let it go.  It made contact with a loud
sound that rang out over the room.

"OUCHHHHH" he cried. I started spanking him but after a minute he made me
stop.  When he got up I saw that he had tears in his eyes.  I felt REAL bad
then.

"I'm sorry Jimmy I didn't mean to hurt you." I said with tears in my eyes.
I was about to start crying when I felt something tug at my stomach I felt
sorry I hurt him but that was only because he didn't like it.  Other then
that I didn't feel sorry at all.  I couldn't tell him that so I didn't.  We
got dressed and played cars until it was time for him to leave.  That night
I had an amazing dream.

I dreamed I was on stage in a leather vest and leather briefs with thigh
high leather boots. I was holding a whip and a boy of about 10 or 11 was on
his hands and knees and I was whipping him while a crowed cheered and
hollered for more.  The boy was calling me MASTER.  After I whipped the
naked boy I got on my knees and pulled out a BIG DINK.  It must have been 6
inches long.  I waved it at the crowed and then with out any warning I
shoved it ALL the way up the boy.  He screamed and cried out but I kept
going on and on till I got that feeling.  I woke up sweating and with a
hard on.  For some reason I knew right then and there that I was going to
be a master, I didn't know how and I didn't know when BUT I knew I was
going to be.

The next day at school I was thinking about all of what happened over the
weekend and decided I needed to find other boys who liked to get spanked
and enjoyed how it felt even when it hurt.  So I began my mission.  I
started by talking to a few friends about spankings and why they got them.
A few said they got them when they were bad but a few told me privately
that sometimes they did things bad just so they could get spanked.  I
thought about that and invited those friend over to my house.

When they got there I showed them the magazine and they enjoyed it. They
couldn't believe that I had it and by the time they were finished looking
at it we were all hard and wanting to play around.  We started taking off
our clothes.  When I took off mine the other boys gasped.

"What?  What is wrong?" I asked.  The boys came over and looked at my dink.

"That is so BIG.  You are as big as my brother Andy and he is 13." said
Billy James.  I was 6 years old and I had 4 inches of boy meat between my
legs.  Each boy took it in there hands and felt it.  I couldn't believe how
good that felt.  The little girl Mary Beth down the street showed me her
thing one day and I showed her mine. We touched each other but I didn't
like touching hers and I didn't really like her touching mine but with
these boys here I loved the way it felt.  Something told me that I would
always enjoy having boys play with me more then girls.

We went on and until they left we touched each other pricks (that is what
Jamie told me his brother called his dink) and we spanked each other.
After they left I decided I wanted to try something else so I got my shoe
laces and tried making a whip.  It didn't work very well so I had another
idea. I remembered that Daniel had a fake whip in his closet and he didn't
play with it any more so I went to see if I could have it.  I knocked on
his door and he answered it in his underwear, he was wet so I imagined he
just got out of the shower.

"Hey Benjy what do you need?"  he asked.

"My friends and I wanted to play Zorro but we don't have a whip.  Do you
still have the one that mama and daddy got for you?" I asked with an
innocent face.

"Yeah, do you want it?' he asked.  I nodded my head and he went and got it
from his closet.  He brought it over and handed it to me.  "Just don't
break anything ok?" he said.  I smiled and nodded then headed to my room.
When I got there I took off my shorts I put on and bent over.  I raised the
whip as high as I could from that angle and hit myself.  It wasn't too good
a hit but it made it's mark.  I LOVED the feel it gave me, the way I
shuddered and the stirring it caused in my prick.

The next day after school the same kids that I had over the day before came
back.  I told them I had something new to show them.  When they got in my
room we locked the door and stripped I then pulled out the whip.  They
ooo'd and ahhh'd for a few minutes then I gave it to Jake, I bent over and
I had him whip me with it.  He started and at first he didn't hit me hard
enough but then after I encouraged him he started whipping me harder and
harder I grunted and moaned to I had my orgasm.  After I had recovered I
took it and used it on all of them, they loved it and it was now a new game
to us.  I also noticed that their pricks were hard and standing up.  I
walked over to Jack got on my knees and played with him.  He liked the way
I was touching him and told me so.  I grabbed the magazine and flipped to a
page where a guy was sucking on another guys prick I showed it to the guys
and asked them if they wanted to try at first they were reluctant but then
decided it was OK.

I was first to go, I got on my knees in front of Jake and looked at his
prick again.  I slowly bent forward and licked it, and he moaned. I knew I
must have been doing something right.  I keep licking it then I took the
head in my mouth.  It was small and soon I had the whole thing in my mouth
and I started to pull back and forward like the guy in the picture was
doing.  As I was doing that I raised my arms and started to softly pinch
Jake's tits.  He moaned and shoved his hips forward and grabbed my hair and
held on, after a few minutes he moaned real loud and then shuddered. He
held my head still till he recovered and then he lay on the bed.  The other
guys saw this and I took them one by one and did the same for them, then
Jake did me, I LOVED it and I knew this is what I wanted for now on, my ass
sore and me sucking or being sucked. After that day we added this to our
game.

So over the next few months we whipped or paddled each other and sucked
each other off.  There were about 4 or 5 of us in all, and we had took
turns doing each other, the thing is that I felt there was still something
missing in my life, I wasn't sure but when I looked at the magazine I saw
it and realized what it was.  I wanted to try fucking and being fucked as
well.  So one day when we got together I presented it to the guys, at first
they weren't sure but I told them about going on the computer and looking
some stuff up about being able to get well prepared for it.  I told them
about a few stories I found and what should be done, as before I wanted
them to do it but I wanted it done to me first.  I didn't understand why I
wanted this done to me first but I just felt if they were going to do it
and I wanted them to then I should be the first so I was.  We got the
Vaseline and then started. I have Jake take his finger and get some and rub
it all around my butt hole as he was doing so I got harder then I ever was
before. I had him put it in slowly and start moving it around, as he was I
wanted it deeper but he couldn't get it any deeper so I had to settle for
how far that he could.  After a few minutes I told him to put some on his
prick then put it in me.  He did so at first it wouldn't go in but after a
minute of pushing and me finally relaxing it popped it.  OH MY GOD!  IT
felt SO GOOD. I didn't want him to stop.  He started pushing in and out and
was getting in a steady rhythm and I begged for him to go faster.

"FASTER, HARDER I need more" I said.  He started to really pound away and
was starting to grunt and after just a few minutes he pushed in REAL HARD
and held it there. I felt his little prick throb in me.  He fell forward
and laid on top of me for a few minutes then got up.  I felt empty and
wanted more.  My friend Mike went next.  I had him grease up two of his
fingers and put them in me so he did.  He went slow at first then after a
few minutes I told him to add another one which he did.  He keep pushing
and pulling them in and out and I was enjoying it more and more.  I had him
put a fourth then I had him try his thumb at first it wouldn't go in but
finally it popped in. He stopped because I grunted real loud and tighten my
ass muscle around his hand.  He started to pull and I grunted and told him
what to do.

"Ball it in a fist and push more into me." so he did.  He fist fucked me
for a long time and I was enjoying it.  While he did this I had Bobby get
in front of me and I started sucking his prick, I had him hold my head and
force his hips up and my prick deeper in my mouth.

"Yeah suck my dick more, more. I am going to fuck your mouth till I cum" he
said I never heard these words before but they turned me on.  Between the
fisting and the sucking I came at the same time Bobby did.  What I didn't
know was that Jake was fucking Mike and Jamie was on his knees Sucking
Mike.  We all came about the same time.  When Mike slowly pulled his hands
from my ass he saw shit and some blood on them, he started to freak and
apologize and said he was sorry for hurting me. I didn't know what he was
talking about till I turned around and saw it myself. At first I thought I
was going to be sick then I remember reading that when someone got it done
to them the first time there was usually some blood. I calmed Mike down and
told him that, he felt better and stopped crying. We put on our clothes and
Mike hid his hand till he got to the bathroom and washed it off.  There
were new things to do now.

After a few months I got to fist Jake, he loved it and wanted to do it as
much as me and one time I even got to fuck all of them.  At first it hurt
them but after they got used to it, it didn't hurt anymore.  They loved to
have me fuck them then one day something changed and I wanted to be called
something else. MASTER.  So while we were playing and I had them on there
hands and knees and was using the whip on them which I mastered all by my
self practicing three or four hours a night I told them what I wanted.

"For now on when we are alone I am MASTER Benjy, GOT IT?" I said in a mean
voice. They responded.

"YES SIR" they said. I kept whipping them until Jake got up got in front of
me and sucked me down.  He started sucking and I grabbed his hair and
forced my hard dick down his throat.  You see Bobby told us what his older
brother called his prick and explained when we had the good feelings it was
cumming.  Any ways he started to gag and I started to fuck his mouth harder
and harder after I minute I shuddered and came.  After I pulled away Jake
was wiping tears from his eyes and I apologized but instead of being mad he
smiled.

"That is alright Benjy, I mean Master Benjy I wanted that.  For some reason
I enjoyed it and I want you to do it whenever I suck you." he said. I
smiled and said OK.  For about two years we did this.  We would get more
and more kinky fisting and fucking each other.  I made two dildos out of
plastic and had some one fuck me with one and someone else with the other
while we sucked off a boy together.  Then one day I wanted to try
something.

"I want you to take both and try and fuck me with them." I told Jake. He
looked at me and got scared I told him it was OK I just want to see if I
can take it.  I told him to start with one and then I will have him add the
other one.  I got on all fours on the floor and after he greased me up and
the dildo he put one in me.  He started to fuck me with it and then he
started adding the second one.  The dildos were only about 5 or 6 inches
long and maybe half-an-inch to an inch around. At first it wouldn't go. I
strained to open my ass hole more and when I was relaxed and open the
second one went right in.  It felt huge and I thought I would tear myself,
but I didn't. He slowly started to pull them out and in.  While he was
doing this Bobby got in my face and I started sucking him off.  Mike got
behind him and fucked him and Jamie got behind Jake and fucked him.  We
were going at it heavy and hard. We all started cumming but this time I
felt something different as I was coming. I felt something traveling up my
dick and then out. I ground loud and shook like crazy and collapsed on the
floor.  I think I passed out and came too a few minutes later with Jake
calling my name.  He was crying and shaking, when he saw me open my eyes he
smiled with relief and did something I wasn't expecting he kissed me on the
lips.  I loved it.

"What happened?" I asked

"You came then passed out." he said.

"What do you mean I came." I asked.  He showed me the towel that was under
me and the stain that I made. I couldn't believe it 8 years old and I came
for the first time.  I LOVED IT.

After they left and I ate and showered I was in bed playing with myself and
started pulling on my dick like I was showed by Bobby and started fingering
myself, I felt the same feelings I did earlier and then I came.

"AAARRRGGG" I moaned.  I shot 4 or 5 times up to my neck and down to my
hairless pubs.  I was in heaven. I grabbed a towel cleaned myself up and
fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning I woke up and I had a lot on my mind.  Over the last three
years, me and my friends have done everything from spanking to whipping,
sucking each other to tough fucking, fucking and fisting each other.  I
didn't know what it meant about what I wanted and I was scared.  I needed
someone to talk to but who.  I didn't know, I couldn't go and talk to the
preacher because he says these things are bad and we would go to hell, BUT
how can it be bad if it felt SO good.  I was turning nine in a few months
and I needed to talk with some one so I decided my dad.  I went down stairs
to the restaurant and found him cooking.

"Ummm dad when you...um.. Get umm...a minute I need to...um talk to you ok"
I said with my head down.

"Ok son just give me a few minutes" he said.  When he looked down he could
see my head hanging down and what seemed like a sad expression on my
face. "Joe take over cooking my son needs me" my Dad said.  My Dad put his
hand on my shoulder and led me up stairs.  When we passed my mother she
looked concerned and my Dad shook his head and said he would take care of
it.  He took me up stairs and we went into my room.  He had me sit on the
bed and he grabbed a chair and sat in front of me.  "Ok son what is wrong?
Are you in trouble? Did you break something?" he asked. I just shook my
head and started crying. I didn't know why but I did.  Dad took me in his
arms. "Oh son what is it?' he asked with a concerned and worried face.  I
started to cry harder and tried to respond.

"I...(sob) want to (sob) tell you but (sob) you (sob) will hate me." I
sobbed out.  I cried and cried and my dad head me.  My brother Daniel came
in and my dad made him leave.  When I calmed down he looked at me.

"Son I will NEVER and I mean NEVER hate you no matter what." he said giving
me a smile.  I smiled a weak smile and with tears running down my face I
told him about the last three years.  What me and my friends have been
doing to each other and with each other.  How much we enjoyed it and that
we don't feel it is wrong even though the preacher says it is.  The first
thing my father said shocked me.  "The preacher only preaches about the
things that he wants and not what others need or feel son." I was shocked
but glad my dad didn't hate me.

"You don't hate me?" I asked tentatively.  He looked at me and smiled.

"No son I don't.  I don't understand why you like it and I am worried you
may be hurt but as long as you are careful and don't hurt yourself I can't
hate you.  I need to know something, even though you are only eight turning
nine in a few months are you sure this is how you feel.  You haven't even
reached puberty yet." when he said this my head shot up and I giggled. He
asked what is so funny.

"Well if puberty involves shooting a white sticky fluid out of your thing
then I think I already made it." When I said that my dad was surprised.

"YOU DO. ALREADY?." he asked in shook.

"Yes Daddy, and Bobby says I am as big as his brother.  I think I am like 5
inches now." I replied I was hard talking about all of this so I stood up
and dropped my pants.  My dads eyes bugged out. I pulled them back up and
waited for him to get a grip.

"OK son I believe you.  WOW you are big for your age. Well I guess I need
to talk to you now then" and with that he told me the birds and the bees.
I was listening but when he finished I told him how I felt.

"Well um dad...um...I don't think..um you have to worry about that." I said

"Oh really and why is that?' he asked.

"Well a few years ago right before me and Bobby, Jake, Jamie and Mike
started messing around I let a girl touch mine and I touched hers and
nothing happened.  BUT when I let the other boys touch me I got hard. I am
pretty sure I won't be with a girl. You don't hate me do you?"  I asked
starting to cry again.  My dad took me in his arms.

"No son I don't, if you are starting to ejaculate now then I am pretty sure
you now how you feel.  Are you sure 100% sure that you are gay?" dad asked.
I nodded my head.  While he gave me the birds and the bees speech he told
me about gay, bi and straight sexualities.  "OK son should I tell the
family or do you want to?" he asked.  I didn't think I would have to tell
them but he told me it would be a good idea.  What I didn't know is that
Daniel already told my parents about him and Billy Bob, and that he was gay
too so it wouldn't be much of a shock except about my age.

After the restaurant closed and we cleaned up we were having dinner and dad
told them I have something to tell them.  "Go ahead son" dad said smiling
at me.

"Um..well as you all know....um today me and dad had a LONG talk in my
room." I started out.  They all nodded there heads.  "Well I told him what
me and a few of my friend have been doing and what I felt about it. We
talked and I have already started puberty" when I said that my mom about
fainted and my brothers and sister were shocked.

"Yes he has, he has started ejaculating and he is VERY big, he pulled down
his pants and showed me and I about passed out." he laughed and so did the
other but I was red with embarrassment and so was my mom from hearing this.

"Well the thing is.....is that um.....I feel......um NO I KNOW....um that I
am.....um....Gay" I looked at everyone when I finished and they sat there
looking shocked and surprised but I think my mom took it the hardest.  She
started crying and my dad took her in his arms.

"It's alright honey he is still our son." my dad said.

"I know but he is so young." she said crying.

"I know but there is more." when he said that she looked at him in
puzzlement then turned to me.  I was quiet for a minute then started.

"Well I found out I liked something...actually me and my friends found out
that we like something.  We like S&M."  My mom about died right there I
think.  Everyone was quiet then Daniel got up and came around and gave me a
hug and said the most surprising thing I would ever hear.

"Welcome to the family little bro" he said smiling I looked puzzled. "Well
I am not into S&M not really, I like light spanking but I am gay as well."
he said that and we smiled at each other after the surprise wore off of me.
We hugged.  After a few minutes the rest of them hugged me and mom said she
loved me no matter what.  That was one of the best days of my life.

Later that evening I showed my dad the magazine I had found and what got me
into S&M and bondage.  Me and my friends discovered tying each other up a
few months ago.  I showed my dad some of the stuff that I wanted to order
and he said he would think about it.  I was hoping that I would get some of
the stuff shortly because my birthday was coming up and I wanted to have it
for that.

Me and my friends continued playing our game.  I showed them some stuff
from the computer my Dad found and how we could do more and protect
ourselves all at once.  They couldn't believe I told my dad and they were
afraid that my Dad would tell there but my Dad put there minds at rest by
telling them that he was not going to tell our parents as long as we didn't
get hurt.  He sat down with us and told us, well really them, about what
S&M and bondage was and what could happen if we were not careful about what
we did. He explained about being gay and if they were what that meant.  A
few of the boys weren't sure if they were gay but they said they enjoyed
what we did.  My dad said that was fine and that if they decided that they
were he would help them.  Three said there weren't sure but Jake said he
was pretty sure he was but didn't want to tell his parents yet.  My dad
said fine and when he was ready to let him know.  After that he left and we
got on with our game.

A few days later I told my dad that I would like to try and get a cabinet
to put my new toys in when and if I got them and so I could already put the
ones I have in there.  Like with the stuff I wanted he said he would think
about it.  I was a little upset but agreed, and went to my room and laid
down.  That night I had another dream.

I was on stage again but this time I was bald and I was still in the
leather britches, vest and thigh high leather boots.  The boy that was on
stage this time was about 5'9 with brown hair and brown eyes.  He had a
Puerto Rican complection and was tied on a wheel.  I drew the whip back and
let it fly across his back. He screamed and whimpered but asked for more.

"Master PLEASE" he begged.  So I obliged him and flung the whip at him and
hit him again and again.  Small red lines appeared and blood dripped a
little from each line.  After a minute I stopped and brought my finger
nails down his back hard and VERY deep drawing blood.  I untied him and he
dropped to the floor.  While laying there I got on top of him and rammed
the big cock I had up into him. He screamed but didn't try to pull away.  I
pounded and pounded till I felt the juices starting to boil up and then
with one finally plunge I felt it.  I pulled my cock out of him and let it
spew all over his back.  I awoke with a start and felt something sticky in
my underwear.  I pulled the sheets back and noticed a wet spot on my
underpants.  I pulled them up and looked down I had cum in them, I finally
had my first wet dream.

The next day after I awoke I thought of the dream I knew my parents
wouldn't let me shave my head but something told me it would
happen. Shortly My dad passed me and held up two fingers and smiled. I
didn't understand what it meant till I realized it meant that in two weeks
is my birthday I was excited.  I went out and played with my friends till
lunch.  While we were out playing I saw the Reverend out walking.  He saw
me and smiled and waved I waved back and kept on going.  I didn't like him
but didn't say much about it to anyone.  I knew how my dad felt and I knew
how I felt.  I didn't like the way the Reverend made me feel or my family I
think that is why my dad stopped going to church.

I went to the Tasty Buns for lunch.  When I walked in they were busy so I
walked behind the counter got a pad and wrote down my order.  I wasn't and
still am not tall enough to look over the counter so I got on my tip toes
and placed it up there. I could tell it was still there because the edge of
the paper was hanging over and then saw it pulled away.  I smiled knowing
my dad got it. I heard him laugh and call me in the kitchen.  When I got
there he was bent over laughing and I was giggling.

"Oh you bad boy" he laughed.  He pulled out a hot dog and put it on the
grill.  What I wrote on the pad was : BIG DOG WITH BONDS. He knew that
meant mustard and ketchup that is what made him laugh.  While he was
cooking we talked. "So Benjy what do you want for your birthday?" he asked.
I smiled at him and he shook his head. "That my boy may not be something I
can get you and you show in front of some of your friends you know that." I
nodded then told him what else I wouldn't mind getting.

"Well there are some comics I want, and a movie I saw I wanted. And a few
books too." he smiled back nodded and said OK he will see what he can do
about it.  What I didn't know is that him and my mother were already
shopping for some stuff for me.

The next two weeks seem to take for ever then on July 14, 1998 I became 9
years old.  My actual birthday fell on a Tuesday so me and my family
decided to have a small private party at the house that evening then a big
one with all of my friends the following Saturday.  Dad closed the
restaurant at 8 and by 8:30 we were set up for the party.  We had meatloaf,
mashed potatoes, corn and biscuits.  I LOVED it.  After we ate they brought
out a birthday cake I feel in love because of what they had on it. They had
a boy in leather on all fours with another boy behind him holding a whip. I
started to cry because my family loved me for me and they accepted me for
me.  We had cake and ice cream then the presents started.  Daniel went
first.

"I didn't know what else to get you so I got you this." he said putting a
package in front of me.  I opened it and my eyes gleamed.  It was a cat of
nine tails.  The real thing I was in heaven with it.  My sister was next.
She put her package in front of me and when I opened it I thought I would
fall over, it was handcuffs and a paddle. I was embarrassed a little
because when I saw them I got hard and I knew what I wanted to do with
them. I think I got embarrassed because I smiled and as my brother said had
an evil gleam in my eye, they laughed at it.  Aaron went next, his package
was a cock ring and a ball restraint. I played with them and fondled them
and enjoyed the way they felt in my hands.  My parents were next.

"Well son what me and your mom got is up in your room go and take a look."
dad said. I tore from the table and headed up stairs when I opened my door
I screamed with delight.  Sitting there next to my night table was a
cabinet with it's doors open.  It was wood with a light brown finish to it.
There were hooks and drawers for other stuff to be put into.  I also
noticed that it had bigger drawers at the bottom I don't know why but
something made me open them.  When I looked inside I about died, sitting
there were custom made britches, something caught my eye and when I looked
up there hanging on the door of was a leather vest.  I about cried what I
had dreamed about, the clothes were all there except for the thigh high
boots.

"Son the boots are in the lower drawer." dad said. I opened the drawer and
saw thigh high boots, I pulled them out and looked at them.  They were
extremely beautiful and made of a good quality leather.  I started crying.
I dropped the boot and sat on my bed.  My dad and mom came and sat next to
me.

"Son what is wrong?" my mom asked. I tried to speak but nothing came out.
I hugged her and just cried.  When I calmed down I told them.

"I am just happy.  I didn't think you would understand and allow me to have
these things that I so desperately wanted, but you do understand and you
see I can't change.  I....I LOVE YOU." I said starting to bawl again. My
mom and dad held me and let me cry myself out.

"Come on son try on your clothes and come down stairs and let us see how
you look in them." my dad said I nodded my head and they got up and left me
alone to get dressed in my new clothes.

I took off my shoes and socks, first.  I then stood up and dropped my pants
and took my shirt off.  I went over to my dresser and pulled out some black
socks.  I put them on then dropped my under pants.  Something told me I
couldn't wear underpants with the leather britches.  I pulled them on and
as I felt them come up my legs and finally pulled them on and I felt
strange in my groin.  My dick started to get hard with the feeling of
leather pressed against it.  I walked over to the cabinet and pulled down
the vest.  I put my arms through the arm holes and pulled it over my
shoulder.  As it touched my chest my nipples hardened and I felt
light-headed.  I pulled on the boots and looked at myself in the mirror.  I
felt different as if this wasn't me, I felt that it was someone else
someone with power: a MASTER.

And so that night in my bedroom Master Benjy was born.  I walked to my door
opened it and walked out into the hall.  I headed down stairs to show my
family.  When I walked into the living room there they were waiting on me
as if someone important walked in.  They stared in disbelief.

"It is as if you are someone new. Someone different, not our Benjy." my Mom
said.  She was smiling and happy to see who I really was, as were my
brothers, sister and father.

"I am Master Benjy. The master of slaves in Peckertown." I said.  It was as
if my voice changed and echoed off of the walls.  My family nodded their
heads and that was the night I was born.

The next Saturday was my birthday party and all my friends were there.  We
had a good time playing games and enjoying ourselves, what no one but Jake
knew was that instead of underwear I was wearing my leather britches. He
saw them the next day after I got them.  When he came over I showed him all
the things I got and he loved them.  As time passed I wore the britches all
the time.  Except at night when I sleep I may have put on shorts after I
bathed but when I crawled into bed I was naked.

School started and things were going well for me.  I practiced using the
whips and paddles on Jake, he wanted me too.  He would call me master and
acted as a perfect slave.  He loved pain and I enjoyed giving it too him,
but I still enjoyed having a few things done to me as well.  After reading
all of the books that I got for Christmas and the books I could find and my
parents bought about S&M and slavery I taught him how to be a perfect slave
and we taught each other about being lovers.  By March there was a rumor
that things were going to change in Arkansas about laws changing and age of
consent being brought down and such.  Some people didn't know what to do,
but the Reverend said he would make sure that it never happened and if it
did him and his followers would leave.  Come the middle of April it
happened.  The law came into effect and the Reverend left and took his
followers with him, the only sad thing is, is that Jake had to go.  He
tried telling his parents he wanted to stay but they refused telling him it
was a no good state now. He even told them that he was gay and me and him
were lovers.  They slapped him and made him go saying that they would drive
the evil out of him. I saw them pack up and leave, while they were driving
away Jake hollered out that he loved me before he was yanked back in the
window.

After that I changed everything about me, the first thing I did was get all
of my hair shaved off and then had them run a razor over my head to get off
the stubble. At first my parents weren't sure but decided to let me be. I
also decided unless at dinner with my parents or otherwise asked I would
wear leather from then on.  I asked Dad to order more pants and britches
and vests and boots for my wardrobe.  We noticed that boys and men were
coming in town and were trying to make a living.  I saw one boy of about 12
standing out on the street one day and decided to go talk to him...

"Hi" I said walking up to him.  He looked frightened and scared.

"Ummm hi" he replied kindly.  I smiled.

"My name is Benjy what is yours?' I asked

"Sam." he replied We chatted for a few minutes and he told me how he ran
away when the law changed because he was gay and his parents didn't want
gays around. I felt sorry for him.  He asked me why I was dressed that way
and I told him my story.  When I finished I noticed he had a hard on and I
asked why.  "I don't know I think I liked that." I smiled when he said
that.  We were next to a pet store so I told him to hold on and I would be
right back.  I went in got a dog collar and a leash.  I knew from my
reading what size I would need.  When I walked back out he was waiting for
me.  I smiled walked up to him and showed him the dog collar, when he saw
it he smiled got on his hands and knees and allowed me to put it on him.
He was my first slave.

"I am your master, my name is Master Benjy." I said in a mono tone.  He
nodded his head.  "You are my slave, if at anytime you feel that things are
getting out of hand your stop word is flower.  your slow word is daisy,
repeat it " I demanded.

"My master is Master Benjy, my stop word is flower my slow word is daisy."
he said

"Again" I said.

"My master is Master Benjy and my stop word is flower, my slow word is
daisy." he said.

"Good stand up and follow me." I said.  I took the leash in my hand and led
him home.  When I walked through the doors of the Tasty Buns everyone
stopped and stared. I think they were surprised to see me like that but was
more surprised to see me have someone follow me on a leash. My father saw
me and smiled and nodded towards a booth.  After a few minutes he came up
to us.

"So who is your slave Benjy?" my father asked.

"Dad this is slave Sam.  He is new in town and when we talked he liked my
story I told him of how I became what I am today.  He wants to be a slave."
I said that simply and honestly.  My father nodded and turned to him.

"Is this true Sam?" my father asked.  Sam looked at me and I nodded my head
for him to answer.

"Yes sir" he replied before he could do anything I slapped his hand.

"Never look into any ones eyes unless you are ordered to do so.  Do I make
myself clear?" I asked.

"Yes Master Benjy, sorry Master Benjy." he replied.  My father looked at me
for a minute.

"Did you give him a stop word and a slow word?' he asked.

"Yes dad I did."

"Is that true Sam?' he asked.  This time Sam did not look up when he
replied.

"Yes sir."

"What is your stop word and what is your slow word?" my dad asked.  Sam
looked at me and I nodded my head.

"My stop word is flower my slow word is Daisy." he said,

"Good, very good" with that my dad went away.  I ordered something to eat
and had my slave eat as well.  Afterwards we went up to my room.  Lets say
what we did up there you can find at the shows now.  That evening when my
dad came in to check on me he found me sound asleep with Sam at the bottom
of my bed under a warm comforter, with a smile on his face.  My dad told me
all of this the next morning.

About a month later when more and more boys and men were showing up I
noticed some of the boys with bruises.  I ordered Sam to go and find out
what is going on.  He came back with his report.  Apparently some of the
boys liked S&M and some of the men enjoyed it as well, but got carried
away.  I thought this over one night and then decided to talk with my
father about it.

So later that evening in my living room with my slave present I talked with
my dad about a place where slaves can live and work from and be safe.  With
all of the new toys and books I got for Christmas I became a true master in
all things that involved S&M.  So I decided I wanted a place to help
others.

"Dad I have an idea." I started out.  He nodded his head and I continued.
"Well you know that we have new people coming in and that some of the boys
like it rough and are into S&M and that some of there customers are getting
out of hand right?" I asked.

"Yes" he replied.

"Well for a while I have been having dreams of me being on stage and doing
what I do in front of a lot of people.  I have boys all around me and I
train all of them. I was thinking you know the old building on Main Street.
The three story one."  He nodded.  "Well I was thinking if you would let me
turn it into a club, an S&M club.  That way the boys are safe and can do
what they like.  If a customer wants them we can control what happens
there.  We can help them be safe if they want.  All we have to do is have
them give there loyalty to me, I mean us, and we can help them save money.
We can feed them and clothe them and we can put their money in a bank that
way they know where it is." I was pleading with my eyes as I was talking to
my dad.

"Hmmm well let me think about it and talk with your mother." was all he
said.  I thanked him and got up and headed upstairs.  Sam went over and
looked out the window and I went and got something to drink, when I got
there he was still looking out the window.  He looked peaceful but I could
tell there was something missing.

"What is it Sam? I can tell there is something on your mind.  Please tell
me what it is" I said. I could have ordered him to tell me but I wanted him
to be a free slave in a way and talk openly when he needed to.

"Well you see" he paused looking down at the floor.  I walked over to him
and made him look me in the eyes.  "I love being a slave Master Benjy but I
would like to try and be a Master if I could.  Please teach me?" he
asked. I considered it for a minute then responded.

"Sam for the last few weeks you have been the best slave there is.  They
say a good and great master is always a good slave.  If that is what you
desire then so be it.  I will help you become a master." I said.  He smiled
at me and nodded his head.  I knew he wanted to give me a hug and I looked
and smiled at him, I held open my arms.  He came to them and I enveloped
him in my arms safely and protectively. I was going to be a teacher.  What
I didn't know is that my father was outside my bedroom looking in.  He told
me later that I made him the proudest father in the world. So on that day
Sam began his lessons to become Master Sam of Peckertown, Arkansas.

A few days later my father came to me.

"Son I have talked it over with your mother and we have decided it was a
good idea.  There is an old warehouse behind the old Holiday Inn we had to
close down.  Why don't we make that a place for them to live and we will
open the old building as a club, for you . It will be your club, we will
help run it if we need to and if things go wrong but in general you are in
charge." he said that smiling at me.  So that is what we did.  It took
about two to three weeks to get both places ready.  By then I had Sam
ready.  He learned fast but then again he was already training before
hand. He told me the truth that him and some of his friends have done stuff
before and that he has read a lot of books that he learned stuff form.  I
finished his training about the time that the Club and the Slave Barracks
opened.  I had about 20- 30 boys at first that were involved or wanted to
be involved in being slaves and more were coming all the time.

Me and Sam helped them.  All we asked is that they obey and listen to us
and follow our rules other then that we wanted nothing more from them,
except to do a good job and make us proud.  And they did.

***********

"You came along shortly afterwards and I took you as my new personal slave
Roger.  I saw something else, I saw you wanted to protect me and from there
we ended up here together, As master and slave, protectee and protector,
and most importantly lovers.  I Love you Roger." I said with tears running
down my face.

Roger leaned over and kissed me long and passionately.  Yes I like it rough
but even I love a little romance and even I want to be made love too and
not just fuck all the time.  Me and Roger sat there kissing.  When he
stopped he looked at me and smiled, for the first time in ages I smiled
back shyly.  He took my hand and lead me up stairs.  We made love that warm
afternoon, we were happy and we knew we wanted to be together forever and
we knew we would.

You may ask why does someone like me need a bodyguard when almost everyone
in town fears me.  Simple because some people fear me they may hurt me as
well.  Besides I am worth a lot of money so I must be protected.  If you
ever get a chance to come to sunny Peckertown, stop by my club and see the
real me, see the reason why everyone in town fears MASTER Benjy.