Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 04:18:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 2

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

Chapter 2: A New Master.

Over the next year I caddied naked on a regular
fortnightly basis for Master Booth, I learnt bit by
bit a lot about him and he learnt all about me.

Master Booth was aware that it was not appropriate or
condoned to ask an advice caddy to comment on or give
advice on anything other than the current golf game.
He never confronted that system head on, though I
began to suspect that his power in the local community
was such that if he choose too he could and would
succeed.

Instead what he choose to do was as he played the
middle holes of both the front and back nine, holes
that were the furthest away from the clubhouse and
spying eyes, Master Booth would often ask a personal
question of me.

Eventually he knew more about me than anyone, probably
even more than Matt knew about me. He asked over time
how long I had been a slave, why I had been enslaved,
what did I do before I was sentenced into slavery, did
I have family, where did I grow up, what education had
I received, did I have any close friends amongst the
other slaves at Piney Hills?

I in turn found out through comments he made in answer
to some of my replies that Master Booth was President
and Chief Executive of Premium Foods. His corporate
head office was in New York but the main processing
plant for the canning of their products was located
near Piney Hills.

Mr Booth visited that site every second week. He was a
hands on entrepreneur and had built Premium Foods up
from a very small niche market gourmet food supplier
into one of the major suppliers of canned foods to the
U.S market.

Master Booth was a very important man in the local
community, even though he didn't live there
permanently. His company was the major local employer
of freemen and had a considerable slave holding
working the cannery. Thus his immediate influence in
having the position of advice caddy created by the
clubs board.

Premium Foods was also essential for the well being of
most of the primary producers in the local region.
Premium Foods purchased the bulk of their harvests.
The fruits of all my labour in my coffle on Green Bay
Farms had mostly I deduced gone to Master Booths
cannery. This explained why the brothers who owned
Green Bay Farms had played golf with Master Booth on
occasions.

Near the end of that first year of regularly caddying
for Master Booth my usual daily routine took a drastic
change.

One Tuesday morning after completing my caddying
duties for Master Booth who played with and a few
business associates, the Slave Master approached
Master Booth and a discussion out of my earshot
ensued. There was much head nodding from the Slave
Master and then they shook hands.

Master Booth then came over, took his clubs off me,
then openly said "thank you" to me then went off to
the clubhouse with his business associates. Now such
an open compliment to me was unusual and the Slave
Master saw this and came straight over to me.

"Follow me back to me in my office boy" the Slave
master instructed.

Anything unusual like this always sent a nervous
twitch through my stomach. I did as I was instructed
and followed to the Slave Masters office. I knew where
his office was but this was the first time I had ever
been in it.

I walked in and took up my slave's position in front
of his desk. He sat down and began reading a file that
was on his desk. He didn't look up and I stood there
for what seemed like minutes and this built my
tension, however I remained very still in my position
awaiting instructions, but my thoughts wandered.

Even with my head bowed I noticed the family portrait
on his desk. There he was standing next to a lady, his
wife I presumed and three teenage kids aged in the
picture from early to late teens standing in front of
the parents, one daughter and two sons. The daughter
was the eldest.

Looking at that picture a pained thought rushed
through my mind about my own family for the first time
in many years. I remembered bits of my life and how
far removed my middle class teenage years were from my
adult life as a slave.

As I eyed his family photo on the desk waiting for him
to acknowledge me, I thought about Mum and Dad,
something I deliberately had suppressed for most of my
years in slavery.

I was pretty certain that I was now about thirty-one
years of age. Dad would now be about sixty-two years
old, mum was a year younger. My oldest brother Michael
would now be thirty-seven and William would be
thirty-six.

What were they all doing, were my parents still alive,
how had my enslavement affected them? Did they still
think of me or had they removed me from their thoughts
just like I had succeeded in doing up until this
instance with them.

Dads last desperate emotional words ever to me as I
stood naked in the sentencing court came flooding back
into my consciousness

 "Steve.... Steve... ", I remembered Dad crying out,
"We'll do our best... But....."

As I stood there, head bowed before the Slave Master
remembering my family, the shame and embarrassment of
my situation struck deeply with my emotions. I fought
back the tears that were trying to form in my eyes.

I was soon jolted back into reality by the Slave
Masters voice.

"Boy pay attention and pay attention good".

"You have been sold" the Slave Master brazenly stated
with no thought to my feelings.

Fear gripped me and I sucked in a gasp of air.

He continued, ignoring my reaction, "I wouldn't
normally even bother to tell you this because as a
slave you're property and you have no need to know or
worry about how your masters deal with you. In this
case though, your new master has asked that I inform
you of your new situation and arrangements".

"You will be kept here at Piney Hills and serve as an
Advice Caddy as normal till the Tuesdays after you
have caddied in the morning for you new master, Mister
Booth. Your new master has arranged that you will be
picked up after every Tuesday afternoon that you have
caddied for him and be transported to where he has
arranged," the Slave Master informed me.

"You will be transported back here to the course on
the Friday and your master has graciously allowed us
to have use of you as a caddy just like Green Bay
Farms did at Mr Booths cost till he returns for his
next fortnightly visit".

"You're a lucky son of a bitch boy, that's all I can
say for you, boy. Now go get your shorts from the
chorale and go back to your barracks and wait. I will
make arrangements to have you readied for
transportation this afternoon," the Slave Master
instructed me.

"Master, yes sir" I replied and left to do as
instructed.

Matt was not in the chorale when I retrieved my
shorts. Speaking amongst the servants was strictly
forbidden but I had hoped to sneak a brief moment and
tell him what had happened. As it was he wouldn't find
out till tonight that I was missing. This worried me;
he wouldn't know I would be back. I was greatly
concerned as to how he would take my initial absence.

Back in my barracks, Jim one of the two negro slaves
who regularly attended to the preparation of the
caddies and any other whim the Slave Master may have
had soon came in and released me from my caddies
chains and gear.

He then led me off to the shower. There with the usual
glee he showed when he got the legitimate chance on
the Slave Masters orders to wash me he began soaping
my body. As always he laughed when I tried to convince
him that I could wash myself. I knew from previous
experience what would come next. Sure enough he ran
his hands all over me, and cleaned me in even the most
intimate of places, like my ass crack and cock.

Thoroughly scrubbed I was sent back naked to our
barracks to await transportation. Before Jim left I
asked him if he could tell Matt that I had been sold
but that I would be back on Friday and for him not to
worry. When he hesitated I begged him to please tell
Matt. With a gleam in his eye, Jim said "Ok but
remember you owe me big time". With that he winked at
me and walked off looking very happy.

I could guess what type of favour he was going to call
in to repay the debt.

Some hours later, Bill the other Negro slave that
looked after us caddies came in and told me the
transport was here to collect me. He grabbed my cock
and I was walked out of the barracks.

Just like the time when I had been delivered from
Green Bay Farms, I saw a delivery truck pulled up out
the front of the barracks. The Slave Master was there
and signed the required paperwork for the driver and
then I was placed inside one of the tiny cages that
lined the inside of the truck. Like my previous
experience at being transported I had to stand. The
door was then shut, and we drove off.

Unlike my previous trip we did not stop, but drove
straight to my drop off point. It was not a long
drive, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I was quickly
unloaded and signed for by a security guard wearing
shoulder patches emblazoned with `Premium Foods'.

As the guard finished the paperwork I glanced around.
I was at the back entrance of a very large house, but
the house appeared to be set in a small garden off to
one side of a huge Industrial complex. The Neon sign
on the roof of one of the factory buildings told the
whole world that this was `Premium Foods'.

I was taken to a back door of the house and the guard
handed me over to another guard who taking me by my
cock led me along corridors where the floor was just
plain concrete and the walls were concrete block work,
through a couple of doors and locked me in a small
holding room that contained a bed and a small set of
drawers. In these new surroundings I was feeling self
conscious of my total nakedness so I checked out the
drawers but they were empty.

With nothing else to do I lay on the bed and waited.
It was heaven just to have a bed to lie on, I didn't
care if it was old and saggy, all I had had for years
was straw to lie on.

I actually dozed off because the next thing I knew the
door to my room was opening and a different guard
grabbed my cock, hauled me up out of bed and led me
back along the corridor, up a flight of stairs, and
into a different world, one I dimly remembered from my
Masters rooms at Green Bay Farms and much earlier from
my youth when I was free.

This part of the residence was luxuriously furnished.
There were tastefully decorated chairs and lounges and
coffee tables. There were vases of fresh flowers with
beautiful perfumed smells and bowls of fresh fruit.

Just as happened when I entered the Masters rooms at
Green Bay Farms, all of my former life started to come
flooding back. My parents had rooms like this at my
old home. Again the shame of my situation struck home,
I was now nothing more than a naked and tattooed
slave.

"Take your position boy," the guard ordered in a
gentle  caring voice.

I bowed my head and took my slaves position. The guard
moved out of my sight behind me but I continued to
sense his presence.

I waited and waited. I must have stood in position for
around half an hour, nothing happened. Eventually I
heard the door to the room open and Master Booth
appeared from behind me.

"Would you mind standing just outside in the hall for
a while please Mike" Master Booth asked the Guard
behind me.

"No sir, not a problem, just call out or press the
alarm button and I will be straight in if you have any
trouble with this one sir" the guard replied.

`I don't expect that I will Mike, but for a while I
will keep you handy" Master Booth answered.

Master Booth waited till the guard left then sat in
one of the lounge chairs.

"Come, stand before me," he commanded.

I did as ordered, still maintaining my slaves
position.

"Welcome Steve, I presume you were informed about my
purchase of you by the Slave Master at Piney Hills?"

"Yes Master" I replied.

"And ...? " Master asked

"Um ... thank you Master?" I replied hopefully, I
didn't really know what to say.

He smiled at me and I let out an audible sigh of
relief.

"Steve, I won't beat about the bush, I have looked at
your body with desire all these months that you have
caddied for me. I can no longer tolerate just grabbing
your penis, which I like to do. I want your whole
body".

"Now Steve we can do this as civilised men or we can
do this as Master and Slave. You will find me a very
compassionate Master if you do the right thing by me,
but I am the Master and retribution will be swift and
very painful if you betray that trust. Do you
understand what I am saying and asking for Steve?"
Master Booth asked.

"I think so master" I replied hesitantly.

"Lets be totally clear on this Steve" Master Booth
stated, "I want you every Tuesday to Thursday night
when I am down here at the plant to be my sexual
slave. I will fuck you and make love to you. I don't
want to tie you up and force this on you Steve. I want
to have you lying in my bed of your own free will, as
my sexual partner for those nights that I visit here,
not because I have forced you to do it" Do you
understand that Steve? Do you understand what I am
asking of you?" Master Booth stated.

"Master I will try my hardest to satisfy your every
wish. But please Master; if I don't meet your
expectations at first please give me a second chance.
This will be hard for me sir but I am willing to try
Master" I said

"Thank you Steve" he said with compassion.

I hadn't been treated like this since I was enslaved
and I really didn't know what to say or how to react.

After an embarrassing awkward pause I said, "Master I
love Matt one of the other Caddies at Piney hills as I
have told you when we have walked the course. I like
you too Master in a different sort of way but I am not
used to having sex with my Masters freely. At Green
Bay Farms I did have sex with them but it was not like
what you are asking of me Master".

`Ah ... yes, the McAlister brothers at Green Bay Farms,
Calhoun and Billy-Joe, your Masters until today. I can
imagine without too much effort what you mean when you
say that sex with them was different to what I am
asking of you" Master replied with a wink of his eye.

I smiled and even let out a slight laugh. I knew a
slave was forbidden to speak except to reply to a
Masters command but I sensed Master Booth was tolerant
of me within the privacy of his own living quarters so
I asked.

"They were still my Masters till today sir, I thought
I was the property of the Piney Hills Golf Course
sir?"

"No almost all of the caddies are actually the
property of the brothers. Cal has taken on the
responsibility of trying to break down the prejudices
many of us northern citizens feel towards slavery and
slaves through the caddy programme and has donated the
services of most of the slave caddies to the club".

"I can tell you Steve it took quite a bit of
negotiating on my behalf and an inflated price to buy
your title from those two".

"Cal was diametrically opposed on the club board to
setting some of you up as `Advice Caddies' as he felt
it ruined what he was trying to achieve in displaying
all you caddies as ornamental objects. He didn't want
to sell you to me at first for the same reason".

"I won out both times though. Cal and Billy-Joe both
know who ultimately controls their lively hood" Master
stated with a smirk on his face".

"So Steve you will have sex with me freely, like a
man. That is excellent Steve, I really didn't want to
have to treat you like the slave that you are?" Master
stated.

That last comment caused me to blush and Master must
have noticed. Like he said at the beginning he was
Master and I guess he was reiterating my true status
just in case I got too big for my shoes.

"I really will try really hard to satisfy you Master"
I replied.

"Excellent Steve, this is a very good start. Now I am
going to dismiss the guard from outside the door but I
warn you for your own safety, there are panic buttons
everywhere in this room, and the guards can be here in
seconds. Any hurtful or dangerous physical action
against me, and the guards will take you, lock you up,
and then I will arrange for you to be castrated. You
do understand you are still a slave and who's the
Master here Steve?"

"Yes Master I fully understand sir and I would never
hurt you Master" I quickly replied. Thinking in my
mind how Master Booth's threat was so similar to the
one the McAlister brothers had made when I was in
their bedroom at Green Bay Farms

After going out into the hall and dismissing the
guard, Master beckoned me to follow him along the hall
past numerous guest rooms till near the end of the
hall we entered a much larger bedroom.

It was huge, bigger even than the McAlister brother's
bedroom. Like their bedroom this room contained a
massive bed in the centre of one wall, and there were
chests of drawers, side tables, a huge study desk and
a walk in robe that appeared to lead into Master
Booths ensuite bathroom.

"Right Steve, lets shower and freshen up, I am looking
forward to a good nights enjoyment" Master stated.

We walked through the walk in robe, which was only
sparsely stocked with the Master's clothes. I guess
his residence in New York had his full wardrobe.

Like the master bedroom the ensuite bathroom was huge.
A deep old fashioned enamelled bathtub adorned one
wall, there was also a spa bath that looked like it
would accommodate at least three people in the centre
of the room. The shower recess was capable of taking
at least four people, though it was designed for two.
I had never seen a shower like it.

My memory had faded as to the luxuries of my middle
class life as I grew up before I was enslaved, however
I was sure that I had never experienced a shower like
this in any of the luxury hotels I had stayed at when
on holidays with my parents as a teenager.

I stood there naked and waited my instructions.

"Ok Steve earn you keep, undress me" Master Booth
gently ordered.

I know I blushed profusely at this order, I could feel
the heat emanating from my face and Master Booth
smiled at me, seeing my obvious discomfort.

I carefully took off my masters shirt, shoes, socks,
trousers, watch and finally his beige coloured briefs.


Master Booth was in his late forties; he had nothing
outstanding about his body. He was of average height
about five foot ten I guess. His body showed the signs
of middle age spread; he was defiantly carrying the
beginnings of a `spare tyre' around his belly, the
consequences of his administrative, not very physical
life style. His hair was still thick and predominantly
grey but still showed the odd fleck of the dark brown
colour it had been in his youth. His eyes were blue
and his body had a medium covering of body hair, most
of which was still much darker than his head hair. I
looked with envy at his chest hair, his pubes his
hairy arms and legs, those signs of male free status,
all of which I was forbidden to grow as a slave.

His cock was semi erect and like his body was just
average in size, it looked like it would not grow much
past five inches when fully erect. He wasn't well
hung; his ball sac seemed plump but fairly tight set.

I thought to myself, this is going to be difficult
Steve. Just do it, he's being nice to you; don't wreck
this opportunity just because he isn't sexually
appealing to you.

Master turned on the shower and after adjusting the
temperature and water flows, took my hand and walked
me in to shower with him.

The shower had water shooting out at you from all
angles, from above your head, on the sides, from near
the floor level. You could if you knew how to drive
the control panel adjust these streams of water to
suit your body size and comfort levels. I just stood
there enjoying the sheer luxury of a hot shower.

My mind was drifting away into another realm with the
sensuousness of the shower, so much so that when
Master ran the soap down my chest and stroked my cock
I gasped.

What followed was the most sensuous shower I had ever
experienced. Master soaped me all up, and then
massaged my body all over as I stood in the shower
under the streams of running hot water. By the end of
his washing and massaging of me, I was that close to
shooting my load, there and then in the shower, I
barely managed to contain myself.

I may not of been turned on by the look of Master
Booths body but let me tell you if you close your eyes
it doesn't matter if the person arousing you is a
young, handsome, taught bodied buck or a slightly
plump grey haired middle aged guy. If they know what
they are doing and Master Booth sure did then my
inhibitions about his age and body appearance were
soon overcome.

"Now Steve your turn to do the same for me" Master
requested.

I tried to do for him what he had done for me. I tried
real hard to recreate for my master what he had just
done for me. I wasn't as good at it and soon I found
myself apologising to him, stating that this was a new
experience for me and that I needed to practise it a
few times.

It certainly was a new experience for me. Any shower
was an experience for me in the last nine years of my
life, but even before that it was not something I was
used too. My brothers being five and six years older
than me, we had never even shared a shower or bath
that I could remember, even when I was very little.

Master was not upset at my efforts though and actually
thanked me for my efforts. I just didn't know how to
react to a Master acting like that. The McAlister
brothers and everyone at the course just treated you
like animals or items of property. Master Booth was
treating me so different.

Perhaps he was just super smart, because his actions
had an immediate impact on me. I felt I really had to
try to do what he so desperately wanted. He wanted my
body. I couldn't say no, not because I was a slave and
had to do as I was ordered but because already I did
not want to hurt his feelings. He was treating me like
I had only dreamt was possible. I was totally captured
by his kindness and courtesy.

When we finished showering, Master towelled me down
and I did the same for him.

I was only semi erect but Master was now totally erect
in anticipation of what he had planned.

He was not ashamed of his erection, far from it in
fact, he actually openly told me as I stood there,
"Steve I am so looking forward to this, thank you"

Though a slave is forbidden to speak except to reply
to your Masters commands I decided this was an
opportunity to show the humorous side of my
personality and that this was also a far too intimate
a situation to fall back into slave protocol so I
said, "Yes I can see that Master", as I glanced down
at his erect cock and smiled a big cheesy smile.

He laughed out loud then reached over and pulled me to
him.

He kissed me passionately on my lips. At first, as I
was startled I resisted slightly but quickly
remembered who was master and relaxed my lips. His
tongue quickly separated them and was exploring my
mouth. Again I closed my eyes and let the feelings
take over.

Ok I knew this was a middle-aged grey-headed guy
making love to me but on the sensual plane he was
good. He had done this before and he was doing it with
love and passion.

Maybe the night in bed wouldn't be so bad after all,
especially if he turned out the lights!


End Chapter 2 (Part 11 Continuance of Original)