Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2013 14:07:06 -0800
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Born; Chapter 25; Story codes: M, MM, SM, bd

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Born – Chapter Twenty-Five

Phil and I slept in each other's arms all night.  I awoke first gently
manipulating my body from the entanglement of Phil.  I stepped out to the
kitchen to fix Phil some breakfast.  He was in no shape to move much today.

As I prepped my tray for him, I looked at the kitchen table where Phil, Sir
Ben and I had many a meal together.  I thought of the happier times; the
times before we actually became a threesome.  I wondered to myself if that
had been the problem.  Was my becoming part of their relationship the straw
that broke them?  Where had all the solidity gone that I had witnessed over
the years?  I didn't know much about addiction, but I did know that
addiction stems from discontent.  Did I cause the discontent?  Or was I
just the tipping point for something that was already there?  I consoled
myself by saying that I would probably never know.

My hope was that the cycle had somehow been broken.  I even acknowledged
that if it was necessary for me to leave the farm either by returning to
normal life or being sold as a slave, I would be willing to do that for the
sake of Phil and Sir Ben.  Adam's words rang in my ears saying that I was
ahead of myself.  I was living in the future.  I should wait and see how
life unfolded instead of making a plan that may or may not be accurate
based on facts that I am not aware of.

I walked back to our room with the breakfast tray.  Phil needed his
strength and I was here to nurse him back to health.  I set the tray on a
side table in order to lean over to kiss him good morning.  Phil awoke
giving me that beautiful slight smile I was accustom to so long ago.
"Phil, wake up.  I have breakfast for you."

Phil sat up but didn't say a word.  From his facial expressions he was
obviously still in pain as well as groggy from the sedative.  His back
stung as he adjusted his body from a side sleeping position to a sit up
position.  "Ugh."  He moaned.

Phil ate all his breakfast as I sat beside him stroking his shoulders and
head.  I wanted to comfort him.  I wanted to love him.  I was so upset to
see my love hurting.  "Thank you, Jim.  I'm going to go back to sleep now.
Would you let me be alone for a while?"

I kissed him on the forehead before picking up the tray leaving Phil to his
peace.  He deserved some space after yesterday's ordeal.

When I arrived back at the kitchen, Dr. Gatz and nurse Master were fixing
their breakfast.  I asked, "How is Sir Ben, Dr. Gatz?  Did you speak with
him?  Did he listen?"

Dr. Gatz did not elaborate too much simply answering, "Yes, I spoke with
him and he listened."  He did not say whether he got through to Sir Ben.
Only time would tell I guessed.

I fixed my own breakfast.  We hardly spoke.  The silence at the table was
eerie.  I decided the best thing I could do was show up to class this
morning.  The slaves would be traumatized after last evening's show.  I
would have a lot to deal with.

Interestingly, the slaves had picked a spokesperson to address the issue on
their behalf.  I was glad because I did not want to start class with such a
big elephant in the room.

"Yes, slave."  I said following its hand raising.

"Sir, we would like to ask what happened yesterday.  We are all extremely
frightened.  We did not think that anyone would be as brutal as we
witnessed Sir Ben's actions."

I knew this was an opportunity not only to scare the crap out of them, but
also give them a bit of a reality check.  "Is it not true that you
willingly signed your life over to your new fulltime career as a slave?"

"Yes, Sir.  We all did."

"Was it not made clear to you that you no longer have control over what
happens in your life?"  I asked the representative.

"Yes, Sir."  The rep reluctantly agreed.

"Ok.  Now you all have been reminded.  Here is the deal.  The majority of
you will probably live a pretty good life.  You will have a roof over your
head, three meals per day, free medical care.  You will also never have to
worry about bills.  Where your next meal is coming from; insurance; the
mortgage or rent, children, wives, husbands.  You will all probably have a
decent sex life.  All of this in exchange for being a slave 24/7 serving a
master.  Most masters consider you investments and like all investments
taking good care of assets are important for maximum return."

Then I lowered the boom.  "A few of you will not be so lucky.  That is the
gamble of turning yourself over to being a slave.  You may not be taken
care of just as some people buy fabulous automobiles and proceed to trash
them.  Some masters go crazy losing control of their car or themselves
regarding a slave.  I believe that is what you saw yesterday; a master
losing control.  Even in as fine an environment as we have created for you
slaves here at the farm, we witnessed something that isn't in the sales
brochure, but is certainly a possibility.  You could end up being worked
beyond human or animal abilities.  You could be sexually abused to the
point of disfigurement or worse.  You could end up in the mines.  Your
lifespan could be shortened by any number of ways."

"When I was growing up knowing that I wanted to be a slave, I mentally
prepared myself for the harshest things that could happen.  I knew, though,
that in my heart if I didn't become a slave, I would live an unfulfilled
life.  My first master kept me in relative solitary many days in a row.  I
had to be incredibly self-disciplined. Sometimes I wouldn't see him for
days.  Once I finished my primary education, which was becoming a
self-taught chef, life with that Sir was boring.  Every once in a while I
was sexually used, which would be expected.  The rest of the time the
torture of that relationship was the boredom and loneliness.  Then, on top
of it all, I figured out something was going incredibly wrong with my Sir.
I plotted an escape and barely made it out of the circumstance before my
Sir was arrested for fraud and stealing."

"My second and current masters I have been with for about four years.  In
this environment I am never bored.  My life is extremely full.  I work my
fucking ass off.  I have more than enough sex.  And, I get to give back to
other slaves by teaching these classes.  My life could not be better.  You
see.  I have experienced both sides of the coin of slavery.  When you
graduate walking into that van naked and educated for your new master the
road could go any direction.  That said, isn't that the same way on the
outside world?  Don't outside influences sometimes ruin the best of
intentions?  At the end of the day, slavery means you are not getting paid
with cash.  There is no difference between out there and in here for many
people in this world."

"Enough.  Now we will continue our lesson for today..."

I seemed to have satisfied the troops with my philosophical soliloquy.  The
students seemed actually more attentive than usual.  Maybe they thought
that being the best slave would save them from the potential cruelties out
there.  When one is on a sinking ship, grasping at anything is comforting.

Sir Ben did not surface for a week.  I have a feeling Dr. Gatz and nurse
Master had their hands full giving Sir the attitude adjustment he needed
and deserved.  I wondered when I saw Sir again if my contempt would soften
with his hypnotic energy or had the spell been broken.  I suspected the
incantation had been erased.

I knew that Phil and Sir Ben had been meeting.  Phil said he had seen him,
but refused to elaborate.  Quite frankly, I was very happy living only with
Phil.  Phil was still recuperating spending many hours sleeping.  We were
very tender and loving to each other.  Our sex life had reduced to the
simplest of terms; masturbating each other while kissing.  I found
fascinating the idea that we were just as content expressing our love in
this act as the wild sex and orgy scenes of the past; if not more so.  I
knew we would get our creative juices flowing again; yet, this was fun and
a pleasant break from the hardcore.

A company meeting was called in Dad's office.  The seven of us showed up.
Dr. Gatz accompanied Sir Ben closely.  Sir Ben obviously was still under
doctor's care; meaning, he was on medication.

Dad sat in his chair at the head of the conference table until we were all
seated.  Once again as he arose from his position as a slave the great
businessman emerged.

"Gentlemen.  As you know, a lot has happened here on the farm in the past
week.  The tide has turned on our little business.  Phil, Ben and I have
put a plan together to alleviate the stress we have all been under.  Phil
and Ben are in the final stages of a contract to sell the slave business to
the local slave auction house.  The owners of the auction house have had
their eye on our operation for some time. They did not consider us
competition because we provided a continuous flow of quality slaves to
them.  Yet, they had expressed interest in taking over our operation.
There had been resistance in the past, but all parties agree the time has
come."

I thought to myself, `talk about not addressing the elephant in the room.'

Dad continued, "Phil and Ben also decided to sell the catering company
downtown as well.  The restaurant owner that you used to work for, Jim,
before you came here provided an acceptable offer.  That business is in
escrow and will close in less than two weeks."

"Now, I'm sure you are all wondering what we are going to do now.  The sale
of these two businesses has set Phil and Ben up for life.  If they didn't
want to they would never have to work again.  Phil is choosing to take an
extended travel around the world with Jim being his valet, man servant,
slave and continued lover."  Dad looked at me with a big grin.

"Sir Ben has decided that after a doctor's ordered rest, he wants to start
a small restaurant that he and Adam will run.  I am accompanying them as
their slave and business advisor until such time as the restaurant is
successful and stable.  After which, I plan on having Sir Ben sell me.  I
am ready for another slave adventure.  I am hoping for menial outdoor work
where I know longer have to think.  I want to wear my body out."

I was shocked to hear Dad say this.  Not because I didn't know he had this
desire, but because when that happened I knew I would never see him again.
A bit of a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Dr. Gatz and nurse Master have decided to travel to Israel becoming
members of a kibbutz.  They are dedicating the rest of their lives in
humanitarian medical service.  I believe that deserves a round of
applause."

We all clapped for quite some time.  That was amazing to think what the
doctor and his nurse/lover were going to do.  Of course, Dr. Gatz had
fucked himself over in the medical profession because of his relationship
with Mr. Brown.  This was a smart move to go the altruistic route, instead
of back to the grind of medicine-for-profit.

Dad finished, "I have covered all the bases.  Jim, Adam; employees from the
auction house will be here tomorrow.  You are to show them around and give
them all the necessary information.  All the slaves are leaving in the vans
tomorrow for either the auction house or our major client's home.  We must
be out of here by the end of the week ahead of closing.  Having the slaves
around will be too distracting plus both the buyer and seller want us to
have zero inventories at closing."

"I am not taking questions.  You are all smart enough to figure out what to
do.  Please leave as I have much work to attend to."

We filed out of Dad's office.  Dr. Gatz took Sir Ben away without any of us
being able to speak with Sir.  The Universe once again provided because we
were never given the opportunity to know how to respond to Sir now.  That
night lying in bed with my beautiful partner, Phil, I learned that Sir Ben
was no longer my Master.  Phil and Ben had also broken up.  Dad had left
that second elephant by making sure nobody could ask a question at the end
of the conference.

Now I knew there was a tipping point where Phil and Ben's relationship was
not strong enough to hold up.  Part of it was the whipping scene, but I
suspect more of it had to do with me plus Ben's sex addiction.  Phil never
said and I never asked.  My intuition said that Phil wanting me to be a
slave, but not an object verses Ben's vision of turning me into a nothing,
was one many straws on the camel's back.  Regardless, I was ok with it.  I
loved Phil.  I wanted to be with Phil the rest of my days.

Everything happened so fast.  By the end of the week I was saying goodbye
to my Dad, Dr. Gatz, nurse Master and Adam.  There were many tears between
all of us. Yet, not with Ben, as he was never seen again being under
doctor's care.  Suddenly I went from having a routine and a close knit
group of friends and sexual partners to living full time with Phil alone.
We first stayed in a hotel for a couple of weeks waiting for the balance of
Ben and Phil's paperwork to process.  Then Phil got the two of us on a
plane out of the country.

Why did this all ensue so quickly?  There was a weird familiarity that
reminded me of the urgency I felt when I had to escape Mr. Brown's home.
Was there trouble brewing that I was unaware of?  There may have been or
may not have been.  Nothing ever surfaced such as when Mr. Brown was
arrested.  Instead, the whole thing was a big hurry followed by settling
into a new existence with the man I cared for more than life itself, Phil.

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Author's Note: This is NOT the final chapter of "Born".

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