Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 18:57:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 7

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

Chapter 7: A deliberate act.

I am sure if Master had his time over again he would
change his rules for the bedroom. He was keen to get
down to some good sex but I was still full of
questions.

After our routine shower I lay on my stomach, Master
giving me my massage,

I asked what had been worrying me since Mr Morris left
with Josh, "Master why are you and Mr Morris so
worried about Brett, he seems a normal young teenage
slave to me".

"Steve it has been really difficult training Brett to
be an indentured slave. I don't like to use too harsh
a punishment regime on indentured slaves. All you need
is just enough to let them know who is in charge. It's
not like they have to develop `that slave feeling' to
protect them for the rest of their life, especially if
they are young short term indentures like Brett and
Josh" Master replied

"However in Brett's case I have had to order numerous
canings before Mr Morris was able to bring him under
control. I am worried that he is still only just
holding in there at being a satisfactory slave. I
suspect he still harbours great resentment at being
indentured. He took his enslavement badly as many guys
from the old established southern families do, even
though they should know that it is not all that
uncommon".

"Brett's great granddaddy Ezekiel McDonald established
the current farm soon after President Shelley's
reforms came into force. The McDonalds have run their
farm to traditional southern standards ever since.
Brett's dad Andrew unfortunately is struggling to
maintain a traditional southern gentlemen's slave
holding lifestyle. He nearly went into bankruptcy but
I bailed him out in the only way possible. Just like
we discussed about Mr Woods, charity for a southern
gentlemen would be unacceptable".

"To be honest with you Steve, I wanted Brett enslaved.
He was a total brat. Absolutely no respect for his
father's slaves, treated them like dirt. You know I
can't stand that attitude and when I see it in a guy
so young, well I deliberately acted to bring about
Brett's enslavement".

Still massaging my arms, back and neck Master
continued "It is one of the pleasures I get
occasionally from having almost absolute power over a
slave that I can break them to my will. In Brett's
case I deliberately set out to do this with the
greatest amount of embarrassment and humiliation
possible. I felt he deserved it, now he knows just how
his father's slaves felt".

Master stopped massaging as if thinking over something
then got up and walked to the wall cabinet, opened the
doors, turned on the screen and inserted a micro disk.
He came back and sat next to me in the bed. "Get
comfortable Steve and watch this. I had Bentley record
the scene when the unsuspecting Young Master Brett was
reduced within minutes to an indentured slave".

"You know Steve in the time before I secured you and
after I transferred Eric your predecessor as bed slave
to my Napa Valley estate I watched this disk a lot. It
helped me communicate well with my right hand. Pretty
pathetic, hey Steve?" Master blushed and half smiled
at me.

What could I say, but I wondered just what the disk
would revel. Whatever it was, it obviously turned
Master on. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Master told me this movie was taken six months ago at
the stables at McDonalds Farm. The riders were Brett
and his dad.

Two figures were riding towards the camera. Master
could be seen standing to the side of the camera shot
waiting along with some other gentlemen and four
slaves.

They rode up close to the camera and 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. Even
on the disk you could sense and see the fear of the
slaves for their Master and equally for their young
Master.

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. I was surprised how grown up he looked dressed
in his adult style riding clothes he gave off an air
of youthful authority.

This was aided by the fact that Brett although having
only just turned thirteen years of age when this movie
was taken was tall and lanky for his age, standing
about five feet five inches tall The way Brett's mid
length light brown hair was gelled, as was the trend
again amongst young teenage guys, also assisted in
making him look more mature.

Now Brett had a short haired slave style haircut and
normal clothes and he looked very much younger than he
appeared in the movie, even though I was sure he had
grown a couple of more inches since the movie was
taken.

His father introduced Brett to my Master. He shook
hands politely but with an air of almost disdain. As
if master being a northerner wasn't really welcome.
You could see the resentment in his eyes that his
father was dependant on Master and his company for
their livelihood.

Brett then asked his father who the other plain
clothed gentlemen were accompanying Master. They
obviously were not slaves by their standard of dress.

I guess this whole scene had been set up by Master
because before his dad could answer Master 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 plain
clothed gentlemen moved over and took places one on
each side of Brett.

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

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

The two plain clothed 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.

I also noticed in the background that 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. Booth'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 Booth has agreed
that you will be allowed to visit me here most
weekends 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.

Master ignoring Brett then spoke to Mr McDonald
"Andrew before we finalise 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 Master to
inspect Brett.

Eventually Mr McDonald replied "Of course Mr Booth 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.

I was mesmerized by what I was seeing on the screen.
My cock was totally erect as was Masters as we watched
Brett being enslaved.

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 I could see that he was still very
much a boy.

Only just on the very threshold of puberty, he was
displaying a surprisingly thick, flaccid, circumcised
penis only one inch long that was sticking straight
out, not hanging, giving an unobstructed view of a
hairless slightly plump but not yet descended scrotum
that clearly had only recently begun growing. Just
above his penis there were a few sparse wisps of light
brown pubic hair extending about a quarter of an inch
to either side and above his penis.

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!"

Master 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".

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

Master then moved down to Brett's stomach and
abdominal muscles, brushed his hand through the sparse
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 ball sack.

I could see Master feeling their size and weight.
Brett let out an audible gasp as Masters hands touched
his previously most private of places and his cock
instantly began rising to a humiliating full erection
of only three inches.

Noticing this Master said "Can 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?" my Master 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 I can cum" Brett answered in a defiant but
fearful voice.

Master removed a pair of thin rubber inspection gloves
from his pocket and grabbed hold of Brett's small
erection 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 Masters
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 only two small partly clear partly white
drops of cum dribbled from his cock, falling into
Masters cupped left hand.

Master moved a finger from his right hand through the
very small 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, Master said "Still very
thin and watery but he will get there I am sure. He is
really more a boy than a man but I guarantee you
Andrew, when he returns at the end of his indenture
you will have a well behaved man for a son. A young
man you will be very proud of".

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

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

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

Master then moved over to Mr McDonald, took his
checkbook out of his pocket and began speaking as the
slaves led the totally humiliated Brett away. The
camera panned then followed Brett and the other slaves
over to Masters 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 again and his body did a sort of dance or jig
on the spot where he was walking.

I had sympathy with Brett on this problem, the same
had happened to me in my early days of caddying when I
was not used to being steered by my cock.

"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 three inches
of rigidity.

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".

All the totally humiliated and distraught Brett could
do was break down totally and cry.

I was enthralled at what I was watching but at this
point Master got back out of bed and turned off the
disk and closed the cabinet door.

"I can see you found that as erotic and stimulating as
I do Steve" master said.

I blushed, a grown up guy shouldn't get aroused at a
young teenagers naked body. I was embarrassed that my
body had given away my feelings.

"Oh don't blush Steve, look at me I'm no different and
I've watched the disk many times. You saw the way when
he dismounted he treated the slaves. How he greeted
me. He acted like that every time I met him at his
father's farm. Did you see the fear in the faces and
eyes of the slaves? You will never see that in any of
my slaves Steve. Brett deserved, no needed to be
enslaved for a while. We are still working at getting
his attitude corrected" Master said.

"By the time his indenture is up and he emerges back
into society, I want Brett to be a proper gentleman
who knows exactly how to handle and treat slaves
properly".

"Steve I know you will think badly of me for this but
I enjoyed humiliating Brett, I planned that scene, I
enjoyed seeing him stripped, I enjoyed seeing his
barely pubescent body revealed to his utter shame. He
has been a difficult slave to train but we are getting
there. I have ordered more canings for him than anyone
other slave I can remember. I don't whip slaves under
sixteen except as a last resort. I haven't reached
that point yet, I found a more effective treatment"
Master said.

"Since I fitted a penis clamp to him he has been a
different slave. The model I used allows him to
urinate and have a full erection but he can't pleasure
himself at all. He has to rely on his Masters
generosity once a fortnight if he is to get any sexual
release. As you undoubtedly noticed he has started
puberty and yes, he can shoot Steve" Master told me
with a wink of his eye.

"You do know don't you Steve that there is no law that
states a Master can't have his way with a slave, no
matter what age. It's just a convention based on the
Voluntary Code of Conduct from the American Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Slaves that puts a
kind of moral embargo on fucking a slave until they
are sixteen. But if I wanted to I could call Brett or
Josh up here right now and take their cherries and
there is no law or no one who could stop me, not even
their parents".

"It's a funny world we live in Steve. No legislator
wants to draft a bill laying down basic rights for a
slave because that would give the slave some legal
status. And oh no we couldn't have that could we. It's
in all slave owners' interests to ensure slaves are an
owned object to be used, or misused, and not to give
them any legal rights short of having them killed.
Even that can be achieved with a court approval"
Master fumed.

"I'm not one of those Steve. If I could I would ensure
there were basic protections in place under law for
all slaves no matter what age they were. I use slaves
and I need slaves to survive in business. I am not
against slavery, I am no hypocrite Steve. I am
certainly no emancipist but I do believe that morally
we should legalise to protest those that can't protect
themselves".

There was much to think about in what Master had said
but before I had much chance to think further Master
had me rolled onto my side and was lubing my ass
crack. Soon he was tormenting my pucker with his
turgid cock his right hand over my thigh and reaching
down to stroke my equally erect cock.

I was being assaulted from the front and the rear.
"Feel good Steve?" master asked.

I was speechless from my building ecstasy but I am
sure my constant moaning was a clear indication that I
was definitely enjoying myself.

Master worked his five inch cock into me and then
began rhythmically moving it in and out. As I uttered
louder and louder moans of pleasure tinged with a wisp
of pain Master began stroking my cock faster and
faster. I screamed out my moans and the first shudders
of a great orgasm swept through my body. I pumped gush
after gush of cum out of my balls through my cock and
onto the bed. Master did not care he was cumming
himself inside me.

There is this huge feeling of euphoria after you have
had a particularly strong orgasm. This night was one
of those. We laid there quite for some time, Master
occasionally saying "Wow". We later talked for a while
with Masters sweaty skin tucked in around my curved
body and that is how we drifted off into sleep.


End Chapter 7 (Part 16 Continuance of Original)

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Those readers that are familiar with the writings of
one of the masters of this genre Richard Davies will
have found some similarities in this chapter based on
his story `A Troublesome Enslavement'. Wherever you
are Richard, thank you for your stories, this is my
subtle tribute to you.