Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 14:20:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Master's Son

The Master's Son.
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)


Outside the stables at McDonalds Farm, John Standish
from Cooper, Bloom & Standish the long established
slave traders was standing waiting patiently along
with two of his employee's and four of his hosts
slaves for his host Andrew McDonald to return from his
inspection ride around the estate.

Two horsemen could be seen in the distance, slowly
approaching the homestead. Eventually they rode up and
dismounted. Two of the slaves rushed over to their
master and assisted him. The other rider was Andrew
McDonald's son Brett.

As he 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. The sense of fear in the slaves for their
Master and equally for their young Master was
palpable.

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. He exuded a grown up appearance dressed as he
was in his adult style riding clothes that gave him an
air of youthful authority.

This was aided by the fact that Brett although not
quite eighteen years of age was tall and lanky for his
age, standing about six feet tall. The way Brett's mid
length light brown hair was gelled, as was the trend
amongst young guys, also assisted in making him look
more mature.

Andrew McDonald introduced Brett to Mr Standish. He
shook hands politely but with an air of almost
disdain. As if Mr Standish being a northerner wasn't
really welcome.

Brett then asked his father who the other two
gentlemen were accompanying Mr Standish. They
obviously were not slaves by their standard of dress.

This whole scene had been set up by Mr Standish and
before Mr McDonald could answer his son's question Mr
Standish 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
gentlemen moved over and took their places one on each
side of Brett.

Mr. McDonald then addressed his son, "Brett. I have
decided in consultation with Mr. Standish and his
business advisors that I have to make some changes at
the estate. 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. Standish has very graciously offered to help me
out financially. I have therefore accepted his offer
of taking you into indentured service for twenty five
years. I will be compensated appropriately by payment
for your indenturement. We both owe Mr. Standish our
gratitude for what he has done to help keep the family
farm going and in the family."

"Gratitude, your joking right Dad?" Brett spitted out
venomously

"Don't be like that son, don't make this any worse
than it has to be" Mr. McDonald pleaded.

No, you can't do this to me. I haven't done anything
wrong I am a freeman, a gentleman not a slave" Brett
pleaded as his face drained white as realization then
fear rushed across his face.

The two 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.

In the background 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. Standish'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. Standish has even
agreed that I will be allowed to visit you once a
month there 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.

Mr. Standish ignoring Brett then spoke to Mr. McDonald
"Andrew before we finalize 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 Mr Standish
to inspect Brett.

Eventually Mr McDonald replied "Of course Mr Standish
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.

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 he looked very much a boy.

The totally naked Brett was displaying a shriveled
thick, circumcised penis that was sticking straight
out, not hanging, giving an unobstructed view of his
hairy, plump loose hanging scrotum. Above his penis
there was a thick bush of dark pubic hair and a
noticeable happy trail of light brown pubic hair
extending from his pubic hair to his naval.

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!"

Mr. Standish 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".

Mr. Standish 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 hairy
arm pits then continued running his hands down over
Brett's nipples and chest stopping all the time to
feel his muscle tone.

Mr. Standish then moved down to Brett's stomach and
abdominal muscles, brushed his hand through the thick
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 loose hanging ball sack.

As Mr. Standish was feeling their size and weight,
Brett let out an audible gasp as hands touched his
previously most private of places and his cock
instantly began rising to a humiliating full erection
in front of everyone.

Noticing this Mr. Standish said "Good chance to have
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?" Mr. Standish 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" Brett answered in a respectful and
fearful voice.

The slaves were ecstatic with their former young
master's new found humility in the face of threatened
punishment.

Mr. Standish removed a pair of thin rubber inspection
gloves from his pocket and grabbed hold of Brett's
erect penis 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 Mr. Standish's
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 he shot copious amounts of white cum
from his cock, which shot into Mr. Standish's cupped
left hand.

Mr Standish moved a finger from his right hand through
the 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, he said "Still a slight
bit thin and watery but he will get there I am sure.
He has just a bit more growing to do before he is a
full man but I guarantee you Andrew, when I have
finished with his training he will be a well behaved
slave. A young servant you will be very proud of".

Wiping the cum off his hands onto Brett's hair Mr.
Standish then turned Brett around and had him bent
over so he could inspect his anus. Being of slim
build, Brett's anus was very visible when he bent
over. Mr. Standish took a close look and then he put
two fingers up inside Brett forcing his way past his
constricting sphincter. Brett's muscles were obviously
tight and did not allow easy access judged by both
Brett's screams and Mr Standish's exertions.

"Still a virgin" he commented out loud as he removed
his now brown stained gloves.

Mr. Standish ordered the two gentlemen to handcuff
Brett's hands behind his back then turning to the
slaves standing off to the side, he 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 Brett's 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.

Mr. Standish then moved over to Mr. McDonald, took his
checkbook out of his pocket and began speaking to him
as the slaves led the totally humiliated Brett away.

Brett was pushed and shoved by the other slaves over
to Mr. Standish's 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 and ejaculated again as his body did a sort of
dance or jig on the spot where he was walking.

 "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 five inches
of glory.

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 not the Master's son".

All the totally humiliated and distraught Brett could
do was break down and cry, he was already well on the
way to being broken in.

The End

This is a short story adaptation of Chapter 7 of my
story `A Middle Class Slave Revisited'.