Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 18:50:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 10

A Middle Class Slave Revisited
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)

Chapter 10: New sleeping arrangements.


You might wonder why but after my Monday night with
Master I was very tired the whole way around the
eighteen holes at Piney Hills the next day.

Master and I even joked a few nights later that maybe
if Master wanted to have a similar night of `fun' that
any night but Monday might be better.

Whilst at Piney Hills I looked out for Matt and saw
him sitting in the coral when I arrived however I had
no opportunity to make contact with him. Master saw me
looking and just reminded me that if my exercise plan
saved money then I would get the chance in a few
months to spend some `quality' time with Matt.

When Master adjourned to the nineteenth hole Matt was
gone, caddying.

After driving Master back to the residence I located
the two boys and made sure they were working hard. Mr
Morris had made sure in my absence that both were with
Todd learning his daily routine.

I took Josh with me and we cleaned down Master's car
and vacuumed it thoroughly. I choose Josh
deliberately. I needed to talk with him in private
about last night. I still felt ashamed at myself and
was really put out by his very forward actions in
grabbing my cock.

Not wanting to get into the parent son type lecture
mode I took the more non-confrontational approach of
asking Josh why he grabbed me last night. I don't know
what I expected his answer to be but it definitely was
not the answer he gave in reply.

"I'm gay Steve, I've always wondered what a guys dick
felt like, last night I couldn't resist. I could see
Master was into the sex so I took the chance".

I was speechless "Oh" was all the brilliant
conversation I could make.

"Why are you looking at me like that Steve?" Josh
eventually asked as I still struggled to come to terms
with what he had just told me.

"How at thirteen could you possibly know your gay
Josh, come on don't bull shit with me like this" I
eventually replied.

"I've thought I might be gay since I was eleven Steve.
All my friends at school were starting to notice the
girls, but me I was noticing the guys. I pretended of
course, to like the girls a bit too, I mean I didn't
want to be called a faggot or anything and loose my
friends".

"No I guess you wouldn't would you" I replied.

"No Steve and through twelve and now thirteen the
desire to be with other guys has been growing ever
more powerful. I couldn't tell my Dad or my Mum, not
even my brother. Dad's position is very macho
authoritarian. If word got out his son was gay well it
would be really rough for me and I guess him too no
matter how he reacted personally towards me".

"Here in the south it's ok for a freeman to fuck a
slave, but it's still not ok for two free guys to do
something like that, no matter how young or old they
are, or for a free guy to allow a slave to fuck him.
Does Master get you to fuck him Steve?"

"That's none of your business Josh, you need to learn
real quick that you're a slave now and slaves don't
ask questions. They wait till they are instructed or
if you must ask a question it is only to clarify an
instruction of your Master. Ok Josh?" I replied.

"Well ok Steve but to finish answering your question.
I was frightened at being indentured into slavery and
taken from my family, but Steve I also had this other
feeling that being taken away from my home and living
with slaves would not be so bad as it would be my
chance to find out if I truly am gay. When your father
is a slave overseer, you hear all sorts of things,
like when he is relaxing with his friends over a beer
or talking in his study on the phone. I knew that for
a slave the only pleasure in life is sex. Work and
sex, that's what my dad says a slave exists for!"

`Ummmm well umm yes well maybe Josh but..." I blurted
out, but Josh went on.

"Dad told me to trust you. And right from the
beginning when you took my hand and held it tight I
liked you Steve. I quickly out grew my inhibitions
about doing something with an older guy. When your
dick was there in front of me all bonered up I just
couldn't help wanting to feel it, to give you a real
pleasant time and hope that you liked it and would let
me do it again".

He stood there and looked at me with those eyes of
his, he was an expert at this and I was a novice. Shit
that was my opportunity to crush his adolescent
fantasies then and there, tell him I was a man he was
a kid. I didn't do sex with kids. Did I ... no, I
melted under the gaze of those eyes and he had me.

I did tell him that I didn't feel right doing things
with him and that any sex had to be mutual unless it
was ordered by ones masters, so I confessed to him
that yes I liked what he did to me, but no it didn't
feel right to me. We would be good friends and see
where things went, but I asked him to have respect for
my feelings as well as his.

He was totally over the moon with that response from
me. He worked like a tiger helping me wherever he
could for the rest of that afternoon, the rest of that
week and the weeks and months that followed.

Nothing much happened between the two of us except for
one or two occasions when on a Monday night Master got
to practise his sexual fantasies at my expense. I
couldn't object in this situation and Josh offered no
objection at all, thoroughly enjoying himself also at
my expense.

Todd's time for release came and went. We had the
traditional farewell dinner. Todd seemed genuinely
reluctant to leave. He had told me a week or so before
his release date that life back on his parent's farm
would be worse than slavery. Yes he would be free, but
the workload would be very long hours and heavy, they
could afford few slaves and he felt his life was
better here with Master than back at his parent's
farm.

The boys settled into their study routine under my
guidance. I became familiar again with the latest
technology in Internet study. They were not the only
ones learning new things. I had been out of
circulation for ten years. I had an enormous amount of
technology and news to catch up with.

Just before he turned fourteen, puberty really hit
Josh. Within six months he went from little boy to an
attractive teenager who now stood as tall as Brett.
His cock grew likewise and soon was a very presentable
six and a half inches, much bigger than Masters or
Brett's five-inch cocks. Every second Monday I was
soon shaving Josh just like Master shaved Brett in the
showers. Some times we swapped but Josh always made a
deliberate attempt to go to me for his shave unless
Master directed otherwise.

After ten months of this routine a third kid from a
local farm joined the household. Aaron Neill was
fifteen like Brett and actually knew Brett. They had
been in the same grade at the same school and had
played baseball together when they were younger.

Aaron was not what you would call an attractive guy.
He was slightly plump, though not fat, he had signs of
acne on his face and the profusion of freckles on his
face and shoulders did nothing to enhance his looks.
His face was roundish and bland, topped by brown hair.


His body was interesting to look at though thankfully
it gave me nothing like the turn on that Josh or
Brett's body had given me previously.

The first Monday night that Aaron was part of the
household Master had his usual `fun' time with the
newly indentured slave.

We all soon discovered that at 5 feet 8 inches tall
and weighed in around 155 pounds Aaron had brown pubic
hair about an inch long and covering a small
triangular area roughly around two by two inches above
his genitals. His testicles were fully descended; his
scrotum had a few scattered hairs showing. Aaron was
uncircumcised with a long foreskin. His penis was
about four inches long in a flaccid state but was soon
erect as he stood before Master naked displaying five
and three quarter inches of erect penis for all of us
to admire. Erect it curved slightly up and to the
right. His armpits were a little hairy and he was even
starting to grow some hairs around his anus.

By the time Master had finished with him in the shower
Aaron was as hairless as myself or the other boys.

Aaron's arrival had a far greater impact on me than
just another boy to train. Brett was keen to have his
friend share the same room as him and Master agreed as
a reward, seeing that Brett was now behaving as a
young slave should. Brett had long since had his penis
clamp removed and the threat of its return was enough
to bring Brett totally back to the correct slave
behaviour.

Josh was to be sent to the spare room vacated by
Bentley and Todd but those big pleading eyes worked
just as effectively on Master if used sparingly and
over my protests he was given the top bunk above me.

I was quite indignant when Master and Mr Norris both
warned me of the consequences of fucking Josh.

As if I would even consider such an act.

Master making it quite clear he expected to be the one
taking Josh's cherry on his sixteenth birthday.

Well what are you supposed to do with a
fourteen-year-old guy sleeping in the bunk above you
who shamelessly jerks off knowing your lying there
wide awake listening?

I really wanted to jerk off too, I held off for a few
nights then I just needed relief. The moment I started
Josh was down off his bed and joining me in my bunk.

"I just wanted to watch Steve," he blurted out before
I could push him out and yell at him to go back to his
bed.

"No Josh you can't watch it's not right, go back to
your bed now" I firmly ordered.

Well my request had about as much success as I
remember my own Fathers chastisements having on me
when I was a teenager growing up back home.

He snuggled up to my body and lay there head rubbing
against my arm. Again I should have held firm and
pushed him out, but no ... It felt good, his smooth
naked skin rubbing along the side of my body, the
smell of his freshly washed hair and cleaned teeth.

I didn't jerk off that night but we slept like that
and I awoke to my shame some time in the night with
the realisation that I had had a wet dream. My cussing
about needing to go to the bathroom to clean up just
like Brett had all that time ago awoke Josh and he
soon realised what had happened.

To my total surprise and shame he reached over to my
body and began licking the cum off my abdomen. I
pushed him away but he grabbed my hand and said "No I
want to do this for you Steve, I love you, it's what I
want, I want to taste you Steve. He forced his way
back and commenced licking me again.

I moaned with pleasure and gave in. I felt so bad
about my behaviour but Josh, he didn't mind at all. It
was all in my mind and over time I rationalised it. I
didn't take advantage of him at all; he made every
move in those early days. He wanted me and gradually I
gave in and learned to love him.

Eventually we were doing everything but fucking. I
knew that was not allowed of me but the cunning young
guy turned this to his advantage.

"I don't take it up the arse, I give, I'm a top" I
informed him.

"Yeah well Master says you can't be with me till he
takes my cherry and that wont be for another year till
I'm sixteen and besides I want to show my love you now
Steve" Josh told me one night.

He got between my legs and lifted them over his
shoulders

"NO" I yelled at Josh and punched him away, making him
roll out of bed and fall onto the floor.

The moment I did that I realised I had gone too far. I
was a big strong guy, he was developing well for a guy
of fifteen especially with the physical training I
gave the boys in the gym but he was no match for me.

I hurt him.

In the moonlight I could see the shattered look on his
face.

Tears welled in his eyes and he pleaded in a voice
from the depths of his soul "Steve I love you I wanted
to show you how much I love you. You don't love me do
you"?

As the tears began to flow down his cheeks I lifted
him up from the floor hugged him tight, told him that
though I had tried to fight it, yes I loved him and I
told him to take me.

"Steve I know how really hard it is for you to allow
me to fuck you, it is a sign of our true love. I will
remember this sacrifice Steve no matter what happens
in the future. I will repay this favour a thousand
times over," he told me.

Well fuck me that night he did and he continued to
fuck me most nights after that. I would never have
believed that a big strong dominant thirty three year
old guy like me could be tamed by of all guys, a guy
just fifteen years old, but it happened.

Josh's dad was right; there are only two things in a
slaves life work and sex.

My training plan for the caddies worked and the
turnover rate fell to almost nil. As Master promised
he arranged for me to have quality time with Matt and
that was a bonus. With Josh sharing my bed I had all
but forgotten about Matt and Masters promise to
arrange some quality time.

I enjoyed my fortnightly hour of sex with Matt but
Josh was now my deeper love. Matt was happy with our
hour, and it was my chance to be a top again.
Sometimes most of the hour was taken up fighting for
supremacy. I didn't always win but I was pretty
desperate to be the fucker for a change so I think I
often had a stronger desire than Matt who had
forty-nine other caddies to choose from.

If we had time left after sex, we talked openly about
our love life. Who Matt was sleeping with amongst the
caddies and me about how I was sleeping with the slave
masters son.

The routine of my life was similar most days as it had
always been since I was enslaved however time really
didn't drag.

It seemed no time before Aaron then Brett turned
sixteen then a year later Josh turned sixteen.

Master had his special birthday treats. All the boys
lost their cherries the Monday night after they turned
sixteen.

Brett and Aaron were unwilling but compliant slaves, I
mean what can you do strapped down to a fucking frame.


Josh he didn't need a frame he was only too happy to
take what ever position Master required and loose his
virginity.

With no shame he then proceeded to ask Master if it
was now ok for me to fuck him. With a huge smile
Master said "Of course". I blushed profusely.


The same year as Josh turned sixteen Brett and Aaron
turned seventeen and began their last year under
Masters indenture.

Master outlaid that year a considerable amount of
money and had the residences garage completely rebuilt
and on the two floors above the garage he built a
proper Internet classroom and adjoining study area.
The gym was moved into this building too.

We now had facilities for far more than the five boys
I currently had studying with me. Two younger guys
aged twelve and thirteen had joined the other three
boys and had occupied up till now the spare room
vacated by Bentley and Todd.

The accommodation was Spartan and far from the
comforts of home but on a scale of slave accommodation
it was first class. I knew many slaves in the outside
world were confined to pens or cages at night.

On the second floor of the garage block there was an
eating and living area plus a large dormitory room
with double bunks and semi partitions for some
privacy.

Much to Josh's dislike I had a room of my own near the
entrance. Josh had the bottom bunk bed closest to my
room in the main dorm. This partial separation did not
stop Josh from coming to visit most nights.

The other slaves knew of our relationship and I
scrupulously showed no favouritism apart from in my
bedroom in dealing with Josh. In fact he probably got
it harder than the other slaves when it came to the
allocation of workloads and the administration of
punishment when work was not up to standard, but Josh
was aware why I did this and fully cooperated.

Word had begun to spread through the rural community
that supplied produce to the Premium Foods plant that
Mr Booth was assisting some of the local farming
families by indenturing and training their sons.

Thus was founded the `William C Booth Indentured Slave
Training Facility'. Master told me it was a very good
tax write off. Added to his already high local
prestige and actually supported the struggling local
farmers in a practical and helpful way.

The looks on the faces of the newly indentured slaves
that arrived for training, told me that the sons of
the farmers were not nearly so keen about Masters new
initiative.

Steadily the attendance at the William C Booth
Indentured Slave Training Facility grew to thirteen
indentured boys of varying ages.

At the end of that school year we had our first
`graduating class' so to speak.

Both Aaron and Brett finished twelfth grade in the
June.

Master put on the usual special dinner for all the
staff and the boys. The numbers meaning that most of
the boys had to eat in the training facility but they
did get the normal food as a treat.

Brett and Aaron joined Master and the other household
slaves plus Josh and myself at the formal dining table
in the residence. It was supposed to be a happy
occasion, the boys gaining their freedom again.
Strangely even though Master tried to keep things
buoyant and lively, we all knew that this was the end
of a special time.

Both Brett and Aaron had come a long way from the boys
who had entered all those years ago as newly
indentured slaves. At the end of dinner Brett stood up
at the table and asked Master for permission to speak.


He recounted how when he was first enslaved he was
filled with hatred and resentment. He went on to thank
Master for showing him the correct way to treat a
slave and for allowing him to discover how a slaves
life could be fulfilling and rewarding.

Turning to me he thanked me for putting up with him
when he was younger, for teaching him with commitment
and love. He was going to go on to college and the
discipline that he had learnt here under my control he
said would give him an advantage over most other
college students.

The next morning Brett's father and both Aarons
parents and his two sisters were present in Masters
formal lounge room when Master handed both Brett and
Aaron their release from indenture and a scholarship
to college.

As they walked out of the front door of the residence
back into a life of freedom it was two proud,
well-mannered gentlemen that walked past me.

I took up the slave's position at the front door as a
tribute and sign of respect to them.

They stopped and their families stopped. Both Aaron
and Brett came over to me, lifted my head, took my
hand and shook it.

"Thank you sir" was all they said.

But the look in their eyes as they deliberately looked
right into my eyes said it all.

A little tear welled in the corner of my left eye, I
smiled and replied.

"No! Thank you sirs!"

I asked Master after we had tidied up the formal
lounge if I could have some time alone with Josh. He
could see I was mentally distraught at loosing my
first charges and readily agreed.

Alone in my room with Josh I broke down and cried.

The boys release from indenture had just highlighted
again to me the hopelessness of my position as a
lifetime slave. There was never going to be a release
for me.

Apart from this my feelings were compounded not just
by the loss of Brett and Aaron but also because in one
years time I was going to loose Josh in exactly the
same way.

I told him how I didn't know how I was going to cope
with life without him. I had loved Matt but my love
for Josh was far deeper and long term.

The trouble as always was that there is nothing
long-term for a slave except to serve his Master.
Long-term personal relationships between slaves were
not part of a slave's life on `Schedule B'.


End Chapter 10 (Part 19 Continuance of Original)