Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2002 23:53:51 EST
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Arkansas Vacation

A new contributor to the Arkansas Vacation saga who brings a welcome new
perspective wrote the following story.  A story that includes gay sex
between men and teens and between teens as well as some S&M.  So if you're
too young, it's illegal in your neck of the woods, not interested or will
get your ass whipped if you get caught please move along.  All comments to
both the email below please.

Enjoy,
Sid G.

The PTA (c) 2002
By Rob Preston (rpreston@ziplip.com)
Created and edited by Sid G (sidg0714@cs.com)

	It's weird, but after all I've been through here for the last few
years I can still go with the roughest customer or Master and have almost
no fear at all, but coming into Marc Fogel's office for a meeting I'd been
quickly summoned to, I was terrified.

	It was the Tuesday after the big Masters convention and I was in
the slave barracks getting rested up for the lunchtime show at The Little
Leather Club when Master Roy came in and told me to get some clothes on as
quick as I could and come with him.

	"I know you're too well trained to ask," Said Master Roy as we got
into the waiting cab. "But even if you weren't, I can assure you that I
don't know any more about this than you do."
	"Thank you Sir," I said, knowing that he'd just gone out of his way
to let me know that he would have helped ease the terror I felt if he knew
what was happening. As we rode along I went over the events of last
weekend, trying to figure out what I had done to screw up bad enough to be
summoned to the offices of Jorgenson Enterprises.
	It was a bit of a disaster, one Master was dead, although I was
sure that wasn't the reason for me being summoned, it was almost expected
to happen, and I'm sure nobody was sorry to see him get what he so richly
deserved. There was the mater of Caleb and D2 in the hospital, but they
were both coming along miraculously, thanks to Timmy's healing powers, and
were expected to be released by the end of the week.
	I was so deep in thought trying to recall the rest of the events of
the weekend, looking for any hint of what I may have done wrong, that I
didn't even notice that the cab had stopped in front of the offices. I felt
Master Roy's hand on my shoulder, snapping me back to the present.
	"Don't worry too much Paulo, you're our best slave," He said giving
me a slight smile. "I don't know why you've been called here, but I really
doubt it's because of something you may have done wrong.
	"Thank you Sir," I said, somewhat surprised by his use of just my
name.
	"You know where the office is?" He asked as I reluctantly started
to leave the cab.
	"Yes Sir. I was here with Master Benjy once last year when he came
to visit his brother.
	"Good, go right up and don't worry Paulo, I really have a hunch
it's something good.
	"Thank you," Master Roy. "I sure hope you're right.

	The walk up the stairs to the office seemed to take forever, and my
legs felt like they were about to give out on every step, but all too soon
I was standing at the door to Marc and Daniels offices.
	"Oh, you must be Paulo," Said their secretary with a
smile. "They're all waiting for you in the conference room down the hall,
just go on down and knock on the door.
	"Great!" I thought as I nervously walked down the short
hallway. "Not only am I in trouble, there's so many people that want to
yell at me they won't all fit into the office, they have to use the
conference room.
	My whole arm was physically shaking as I raised it to knock on the
door, and after a second, and a deep breath, I resigned myself to accept my
fate and quietly tapped on the door, almost hoping it wouldn't be heard.
	"Come on in Paulo," I heard Master Benjy say from inside the
room. I was shocked and confused to hear him use my name that way,
something he hadn't done when speaking to me for as long as I can
remember. I slowly opened the door and as it revealed all those inside I
became even more terrified until I got at least some relief when I noticed
that they were all smiling. Mind you, a smile from Master Benjy or Captain
Morgan didn't really mean I wasn't in trouble, but Marc and Daniel were
grinning too, and it wasn't like them to find something I was about to be
punished for amusing.
	"Have a seat," Marc said, pointing to an empty chair across the
table from the others, and then apparently seeing the fear in my eyes he
added. "And don't worry you're not in any kind of trouble.
	I quickly closed the door and sat down in the seat he offered and
scanned the group across the table from me. Marc and Daniel sat beside one
another at one end, then, Captain Morgan and Master Benjy and on the other
end John and Carlos. Master Benjy spoke first saying. "Calm down Paulo,
I've never seen you looking so scared in all the years I've known you, and
I've seen you a lot of times when you had every reason to be scared. And if
you're wondering why I'm using your name, it's because for at least the
duration of this meeting you are no longer a slave, what we want to talk
about is too important to all of us and you'll have to make decisions as a
free boy, not as a slave.
	"Yes Sir, I'll try my best.
	"It's Benjy," He corrected. "And Marc, and Daniel, and John, and
Carlos.
	"And Morgan, or Captain," Said the big man grinning sheepishly at
the center of the table, "It's been so long since I've used my first name
I'm not even sure what it is myself any more.
	The round of laughter that followed his comment helped some to calm
me. I was still nervous as hell, but at least I no longer felt like I was
about to piss the borrowed pants I was wearing.
	"I guess you must be wondering why we called you here?" Marc asked.
	"That would be an understatement Sir, I mean, Marc.
	"I guess we'll let Benjy start, and then we'll all fill you in and
answer your questions as we go along.
	"Whatever you say S... err Marc.
	"I'm sure you know," started Benjy, "That during our convention
over the weekend all the Masters had a long discussion about the problems
facing out respective businesses.
	"I know you had a meeting," I said. "But it wasn't my place to know
what it was about.
	"We weren't too sure ourselves," grinned Morgan. "There was a lot
of arguing, bitching, and complaining, but the one problem we all agreed on
that we think we can do something about, is how hard it is to find the time
to properly train new slaves.
	"I hope I don't get flogged for this, but I have noticed it here
too a few times lately, boys being put to work before they're as well
trained as I'd like to see," I said, looking nervously at Benjy.
	"Don't worry," Benjy said, "Remember, you aren't a slave right now
and you won't be punished for anything you say to us, besides that I agree
with you a hundred percent, but we Masters just don't have the time to do
as much training as we'd like to.
	"I know that you're all too busy with two shows a day and
everything else you have to do, but what does all this have to do with me?"
	"Well," offered Morgan. "We all decided we need a training facility
and Peckertown is the safest place for us to do it.
	"Great idea, but I still don't see what it has to do with me.
	"After giving it a lot of thought, we want you to own and operate
the facility," Marc said, "And before you go telling us you can't, believe
us, we're all sure you can and we all have full confidence that you're the
best person in the world for the job.
	"But...But..." I stammered as a million reasons why I couldn't do
it flashed through my mind.
	"Just hear us out," Marc said, "We're your friends, if we didn't
think it would work and that you were the best candidate for the task at
hand, we wouldn't be suggesting it to you. We've already found a property
just outside of town we think is ideal for the operation. Ten of the
Masters have each promised a gift of ten thousand each to get you
started. They would have covered the entire expense but we all agreed that
you should have the remaining forty thousand of your own money in it as an
incentive to succeed.
	"But where am I going to get that kind of money?"
	"We already spoke to the bank about it," Marc said. " And the
manager was willing to lend it to you at an excellent rate, but when we
called your new neighbor to see if he had any problems with having the
operation next door, and he found out who we wanted to own it, he insisted
on putting up twenty thousand himself and giving you an interest free loan
for the rest.
	"No way! Who would do that for me?"
	"Your good friend, sometime lover, and number one fan Aaron,"
Daniel said with a grin.
	"He...he did that for me?"
	"Yes, and he was very insistent about it too. I don't know what you
two talk about when you're together, but it must have really made an
impression on him," Marc said. "He says he's sure that it's the safest
investment he's ever made and he agrees with us that you're by far the best
person for the job.
	"But it's so much money.
	"Not really," Marc said. "I looked at your bank account.  I know
you slaves never think too much about it but all your years here as one of
the favorite slaves has added up to quite a chunk of change, you could even
pay the twenty thousand off just by writing a check and still have lots
left over, but I think it's best for you to go with the loan and keep your
money in the bank to help cover any cash flow problems that are sure to
turn up.
	"But..." I said, my mind spinning.
	"Listen," Marc said. "I've known you for a long time, and if I
thought this was a bad deal for you, I wouldn't be suggesting it to you,
even if it cost me my job, I've looked over the numbers, and I'll show them
to you later, but you'd have to be a lazy drug addicted fool to not make a
lot of money doing this, and we all agree you're none of those
things. Trust me, it's a great deal financially.  The only decision you
have to make is if you want to go through with it or not.
	"I do trust you Marc, and if you say it's a sound financial deal,
I'm sure that it is. But I'm just a slave.
	"I'll handle this question," said Morgan. "Almost all the best
Masters were slaves at one time or another in their lives, and we wouldn't
want anyone who hadn't been a damn good slave to be training our new
boys. This job requires more than a pure Master. Who can train boys how to
be great slaves better than the greatest slave to ever set foot in
Peckertown? You know things about being a slave that us Masters can only
guess about.
	"All the Masters agreed that a former slave was the one for the
job, and when I told them about you they were confident that you were the
right one," Added Benjy. "You can even choose a few slaves from the
barracks to work for and with you."
	"We all have confidence in you, and this deal. We'll take you out
to see the place this afternoon, and you can think it over," Daniel
said. "Marc and I want you to spend the next day or two with us so we can
answer your questions.
	"The only thing is," said John, speaking for the first time since
the meeting started. "We've got two of Evan's old slaves with families
they're anxious to get back to, and we have to know what to do with the
others, whether to take them back with us or leave the five of them here
for training.
	"Five?" I asked. "I thought Evans only brought six slaves and
Carlos's brother.
	"He did," Said Carlos. "And I have so much confidence in you that I
want Segundo to be one of your first students. Even if he doesn't go on to
work as a slave, I'm sure it will be a good experience for him.
	"I wish we could give you more time," Said Benjy. "And I know it's
a big decision to make so quickly, but I'm afraid we need to know your
decision by tomorrow, and I'll need to know what slaves you want to take
with you.
	With all the slaves to choose from I thought it would be nearly
impossible to choose, but in an instant I'd decided and said. "I already
know who I want, so that's not a problem.
	"Adam and who else?" Asked Benjy with a grin.
	"Actually, it's not Adam, I like him a lot, but he's not right for
the job and I don't think he'd give up being a slave for anything right
now.
	"Who then?" Asked a surprised Benjy.
	"If I go through with this I want the twins, Byron and Bryon.
	Benjy flinched as if I'd just spanked him in the wallet. "Why them,
they're just recently trained themselves.
	"That's part of the reason," I said. "I've been a slave for so long
that my training is second nature to me, I don't remember what I was
taught, I just do it. They would be a big help to remind me of the things I
was trained to do all those years ago. They also used to take turns topping
each other before they came here and both became full time slaves. More
importantly though they're both really scared right now and questioning
their own choices. That demonstration last week was too much for them, too
early in their careers.  They would never admit it, even to me, but I think
it has ended or at least drastically shortened their careers as slaves, and
even if they do go on, it wouldn't be for the right reasons.
	Benjy and Morgan both flushed noticeably and Morgan said. "You're
absolutely right. There was too much showing off and too many egos
involved, and the slaves who were only doing their jobs ended up in the
middle of all of it. We all know it was wrong, in fact Benjy and I were
talking this morning and decided that Timmy is going to pay them a visit as
soon as we're sure that he's no longer needed for Caleb and D2. He'll heal
all their wounds, but I think you're right; our foolishness may have ended
their careers, and for that we're both truly sorry and I insist on paying
Master Benjy for the losses he'll face if they go with you.
	Benjy, always the junior capitalist was cheered considerably by the
offer, but insisted on paying his share, after all, he had offered them for
the demonstration.
	"Go with Marc and Daniel," Said Morgan. "They can answer all your
questions about the financial end of it, and I can assure you that you're
perfect for the job, and we, and all the other Masters, want you to run the
entire operation as you see fit, and any rules or limitations you come up
with we will abide by.
	Benjy looked at the clock and quickly stood saying. "Oh no, I'm
almost late for the lunchtime show.
	Morgan quickly checked his watch and jumped up also adding. "And
I've got to get Timmy to the hospital. Do you and Carlos want to come
along?"
	"Sure thing amigo," Said John as he and Carlos stood.
	They all scurried out and I was alone with Marc and Daniel. I sat
there in a daze for a few seconds then Daniel moved next to me and said.
	"It's a lot to take in all at once isn't it?"
	"Yes," added Marc. "We're sorry to dump all this on you so suddenly
but when Morgan and Benjy came to us with the idea yesterday we all decided
immediately that you were the one for the job. We spent all day yesterday
running around to see if it was feasible and haven't had a chance to ask
you about it until now.
	"It's alright, I understand," I told them, "But I don't know
anything about running a business and making decisions.
	"Sure you do, you've made a great decision already, I was really
impressed that you chose the twins for the job, and the great reasons you
gave for choosing them. We were like Benjy and thought you'd choose Adam
and someone else, but when you said the twins and gave your reasons, well I
was amazed, but I have to admit, now that I think about it, it was the
perfect choice," Marc said.
	"Yea... and they're great cooks to boot," Daniel said with a grin,
"They stayed with us one night and the breakfast in bed they served the
next morning was great.
	"Speaking of food," Marc said. "Lets go get a bite and then we'll
take you out to see the property.
	On the way to The Tasty Buns, Marc explained that they weren't just
going to help me set this up and abandon me. He promised to help me with
the business end of it all, and said that Benjy and the other Masters of
Peckertown were going to be available to help me get the hang of that part
of it.
	"I don't know if you're aware of it or not," Daniel said as we
walked into the Tasty Buns. "But there's a lot of people in this town who
love and respect you, and everyone we've told about this plan is behind you
a hundred and ten percent.
	"Even the Sheriff is all for it," Added Marc.
	"Really?"
	"You bet, when we told him about it to see if there'd be any
problem with boys coming for temporary stays he thought it was a great
idea. He even suggested that their old paddy wagon would be ideal for
transporting the boys from the airport to the farm. Offered you a great
deal on it and promised to speed up the process for you to get a drivers
license, as long as you proved to him that you could drive it responsibly
of course. He figures that if any boys were sent here against their will
you'd soon find out and we could do something about it.
	"Absolutely!" I said. "That was both one of my major concerns and
one of the main reasons I'm still considering doing this.
	"We figured that, and all the Masters have already agreed that if
you think any boy isn't cut out for it, they don't have to go through with
it, and will be either given other work when they return home, or can even
stay here if they want to," Daniel said.
	"We even got them to agree to pay the regular fee for the dropouts,
just to make sure your judgment isn't swayed for financial reasons,
although knowing you, I doubt that would ever happen," added Marc as we
entered the restaurant.
	It felt weird sitting at the table and not under it or on someone's
lap, but I soon got used to it. Looking around I saw Sheriff Whitewater
sitting across the room and when he looked up from his lunch and noticed me
he gave me a big smile and a thumbs up. I smiled back at him and flashed
him the "so so" signal, and when he saw it he smiled even wider, shook his
head indicating "no", and flashed the thumbs up again. Well at least I have
his opinion about it. I thought as I mouthed, "thank you" to him and turned
my attention back to Marc and Daniel.
	We talked all the way through lunch and I was surprised that every
potential problem I could come up with, they'd already thought about and
found a solution.  Foreign boys would all be sent with at least one who
could speak English and could act as a translator and all the boys would
arrive with their own restraints so we wouldn't have to buy them at this
end. The slaves would have to look after their own food preparation and
there was an orchard and more than enough land for them to be put to work
growing their own fruit and vegetables as part of their strength training.
	They seemed to have all the answers, and by the end of lunch I was,
for the first time, actually starting to believe that this whole scheme
might actually work. Marc made a quick call and we were on our way out to
look at the property, and when we got there I was surprised to see Aaron
standing on the porch holding something in his hands. As we got out of the
car he came over and held it out and in his worst southern hic accent said.
	"Howdy neighbor... herd y'all might just be movin in so I baked
y'all a pie.
	"Might neighborly of y'all," I said as I took the pie from him in
one hand, gave him a hug with my free arm, and a kiss to go with it.
	"So you going through with it?" He asked, thankfully going back to
his normal voice.
	"An hour ago I would have said not on your life, but I have to
confess, I'm at least seriously considering it," I admitted.
	"Awesome!" He said. "When Marc called and filled me in on it I was
blown away dude, you're perfect for the job and it's a great opportunity
for you too bro.
	"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to add.
	"Come on in, we'll show you around the house first and then we'll
check out the other buildings," Marc said as he took the keys from his
pocket and unlocked the door.
	"The previous owners were in such a hurry to go chasing after "the
good reverend" that they left most of the furniture. It's a little dusty,
but we figure most of it'll clean up all right," Daniel said.
	For a farmhouse it was pretty nice, much newer than I expected and
Daniel explained that the original had burned about thirty years before and
had been replaced by this one. It was a large two-story structure with a
full basement that would be ideal if we wanted to have any private training
sessions there.
	The kitchen was modern and still had the appliances in it, and to
our surprise they all seemed to still work. As Marc showed me the four
large bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs he suggested that I would have
lots of room for staff and could even rent them out if there were extras. I
had to admit the house seemed ideal, so we went out to check the rest of
the buildings.
	The main building really impressed me. It had been a single story
animal barn of some sort at one time, but was now totally cleared out and
looked surprisingly like the new slave barracks back in town, but it was
considerably larger, I'd guess about twice the size. The concrete floor was
smooth and crack free and at the far end I sat two large exhaust fans that
I knew would by welcomed by the slaves on the hot summer days. To my
surprise it had been abandoned long enough that all the reminders of the
previous tenants had vanished, and to tell you the truth, it smelled better
than the slave barracks I lived in now.
	"Wow, this is perfect," I said to the group that was with me.
	"We thought you'd think so," Marc said. "With a few partitions and
some toilets and showers it should be just what you need. As soon as you
come up with a design for what you require we'll get the plumbers in to
look after that part, and then you can get the slaves to work on the rest."
	The remainder of the buildings would be equally useful, including a
smaller one that would make an ideal training room, and one old ramshackle
shed, that although useless as a building, housed a bunch of old horse
drawn implements that would be perfect for our trainee's to pull through
the fields to build the strength and endurance they would need for their
new lives as slaves.
	"So, what do you think?" Asked Daniel as we finished our tour.
	"If I didn't know better I'd think the old owners had built it for
just this purpose. I answered.
	Does that mean you're going to do it?" Asked Aaron, and then
putting on his well-practiced puppy dog look and using his best Mr. Rogers
voice sang. "Won't you be my neighbor?"
	We all cracked up and I said. "I still have some questions I need
answers for, but yes, I can't believe it, but I think I'm gonna go for it.
	The shouts and cheers from around me startled me but before I could
jump I was smothered in a group hug with three of my best friends. When it
finally broke up Daniel said. "We're so happy and relieved that you said
that. We all know it's right for you; we just had to convince you that it
was something you were more than capable of pulling off.
	"Well, I hate to break up this party, but I gotta go practice some
more before the wardens come looking for me," Said Aaron.
	"Hey, we're having a get together at our place tonight, you're
invited," Daniel said as Aaron started to leave.
	"I'll be there if I can talk the wardens into it," he said.
	"Need a lift home?" Marc asked him.
	"No I'm fine, got my quad parked around the side of the house.
	"Cool, see you about seven or so," Daniel said as Aaron waved back
at us, disappeared around the corner of the house, and was soon roaring
across the field towards his house in a cloud of dust.
	Daniel hugged me again and said. "We're sorry to push this on you
so suddenly and for the hard sell, but we all love you, and really want
this for you.
	"It's alright," I said as I returned his embrace. "I just hope I
don't disappoint you, and everybody else that's supporting me on this.
	"You won't," Marc said. "You're a smart kid and a hard worker. We
all know that even if by some unforeseen miracle this doesn't work out it
won't be your fault. We're sure you'll give it your all, and if you can't
make it work, then nobody would have been able to.
	"Thanks guys, I really appreciate your confidence in me, but I have
to confess, this is still pretty scary," I admitted.
	"Hey, don't sweat it, with the numbers I've crunched for your
business plan you're much more likely to be Peckertown's next millionaire
than ending up back in the slave barracks," Marc said. "Now lets get this
place locked up and head home, I know you still have questions and I cannot
think of a better place to answer them than at poolside.
	He was right I did still have questions but by four o clock he'd
answered them all and shown me his projections that showed that with even a
moderate turnover I'd still be a millionaire within five or ten years, and
best of all there appeared to be no unforeseen circumstances that could
stop it from happening.
	He went inside to give everyone the news and start things rolling,
but as he left Daniel and I he said. "Lion and I have a rule that we never
have sex in our home with anyone but each other, but we've both agreed that
if there was anyone we'd break that rule with it would be you.
	"What did he mean by that? I asked Daniel as Marc disappeared
inside the house.
	"Well, he means that you have a very special place in our hearts,
and I think he just gave us permission to break our only rule if we want
to.
	I don't really think I want to do that," I said. "Not that I
wouldn't really like to, but it just wouldn't seem right. A hug might be
nice though.
	I got my hug, and a great kiss to go with it, before we went back
to splashing around in the pool. At about five Marc came back out and
reported that everything was in motion and everyone was more excited than
he'd heard them in a while. Even Morgan, who rarely showed any emotion
aside from anger, was happy, and he and Benjy were frantically ordering the
supplies they thought I'd need for the new facility.
	"They're bringing some special guests to the get together tonight,"
Added Marc when he'd finished telling us everything that he'd set in
motion. "And before you ask, he wouldn't tell me either.
	"So Master Paulo, it sounds like you're in business, or at least
you soon will be," Daniel said.
	"Wow, it's still hard to believe, I never could have done it
without everybody's help though.
	"Like we told you before, you've got a lot more friends in this
town than you realize. Benjy even called Elija and got the ok for you to
have any of the old tables, chairs, beds, and TV's from when we reopened
the Jorgenson Inn. The stuff works all right, we just didn't think it was
good enough for the inn, you know, cosmetic damage and the like," Marc
said.
	"Wow, that's great, think they got any king size beds, I've always
wanted one of them, especially after spending most of my nights in a slave
bunk for the last few years."
	"I'm sure there are a few of them there, we replaced almost
everything in the suites and they were all king size, might even be enough
to do every bedroom in your new house,"
	"My new house, I really like the sound of that."
	"Me too," purred Lion from beside me. "I'm glad we could help make
it happen for you."
	"Now are you two going to get dressed in something decent so we can
go out and get a good meal before our guests start arriving?" asked Marc.
	Suddenly it struck me how much my life had changed in the last six
or seven hours and I admitted to Marc that I didn't have any decent clothes
to put on, all I had was what I'd worn to their office that morning, and
even then I'd had to borrow a pair of long pants from one of the other
slaves.
	"Sorry I keep forgetting," Marc said. "First thing in the morning
I'll take you and Daniel to the bank and he can show you how to withdraw
some cash from that fat account of yours and then he'll take you shopping
for all the stuff you'll need. For tonight maybe he can find something of
his you can wear and I'll order pizzas while you're getting ready."
	"Great!" Daniel said with a grin. "I've got a bunch of stuff I've
grown out of and it'll be a great chance to clean out my closets so I have
more room for my lover to buy me new stuff."
	"Wonderful, now see what you've started.'" Marc said, looking at me
with a smile.
	Before long we were finished eating and I was dressed in the nicest
clothes I'd ever had in my life. It felt weird after being nude for most of
my time in Peckertown, and not much better than rags before, but I thought
I could get used to it.

	Aaron arrived first, and within minutes Captain Morgan arrived with
Timmy and Roger, and much to our surprise Caleb. Right behind them came
Benjy with the twins in tow on leashes attached to their collars.  Byron
and Bryon had on nothing but matching white very short and very tight
shorts and looked really nervous, but I could see even from across the room
that Timmy had worked his magic on them and there wasn't a welt or scar
visible on any of their mostly exposed bodies.
	Benjy walked over to me and handed me the leads that held the two
boys and said in a very formal voice. "Master Paulo, here are the slaves
you requested. Do you accept them and promise to care for them as long as
they require you to do so."
	The twins looked shocked, but to their credit remained silent as I
replied to Benjy.
	"I do Master Benjy, but as you know this is an unusual situation so
I will require speaking to them in private before I can totally accept them
from you."
	"Of course, be off with them," He said, still using the formal
tone.
	I requested and was granted our leave from the rest of the guests
and led the two thoroughly confused slaves upstairs to the room that Daniel
said I would be using tonight and closed the door behind us. I sat the
twins on the bed, pulled up a chair in front of them and said.
	"For the rest of this conversation you can talk freely and openly,
I'm going to be asking the two of you to make a big decision.  One you'll
have to make of your own free will, not as slaves."  For the next fifteen
minutes I explained the situation to them.  "Now I imagine you have a lot
of questions floating around in your heads right now, feel free to ask them
and I'll answer the best I can."
	Byron and Bryon spent almost half an hour grilling me and I won't
bore you with it here, but suffice to say that I'd read their fear
correctly, and even though they were now totally healed, and still had the
same type of apprehension I was feeling myself about the whole training
center deal, they were overjoyed with my proposal and accepted immediately.
	"Do you guys think you can handle being slaves for another couple
of minutes?" I asked them as we got up to leave the room.
	"We'll gladly be your slaves for as long and whenever you want,"
Said Byron with Bryon nodding in full agreement beside him.
	"Come then," I said as I took their leashes and with a gentle tug
led them back downstairs. When we got back to the party, which was starting
to get going pretty well by that point, I got everyone's attention and
said. "I'm pleased to announce that Byron and Bryon have accepted my offer,
and from this moment on they shall no longer be slaves Byron and Bryon, but
Masters Byron and Bryon," I took off their collars and a round of applause
broke out in the room.
	We all went on mingling and before long I found myself standing
talking to Captain Morgan who was overjoyed that I had accepted their
offer.
	"I owe you a lot," I said to him, "And with your permission I'd
like to thank The One for the healing he performed on my two newest
employees I'm forever in his debt for it."
	I saw Timmy tug on the Captain's sleeve and Morgan instinctively
bent down so the boy could whisper in his ear before standing back up and
saying. "He says he was glad to do it and if you wish to repay your debt
right now, all he wants is a hug from you."
	"Certainly," I said. "With your permission."
	"Be my guest," He said with a grin.
	Timmy stepped forward and I put my arms around him and lifted him
off the floor giving him the nicest hug I was capable of. He wrapped his
arms around me too and after a few seconds, I felt a jolt go through my
body that felt like a cross between a strong bolt of electricity and
getting every lash I'd ever received in my life all at once. It was
excruciating, but only lasted for a millisecond, and it was gone before I
had a chance to react aside from a quick gasp. I carefully set him back
down and looked at Morgan and asked.
	"What was that?"
	"Well, I think that was one of his spontaneous healings. Sometimes
when he is in close contact to an exceptionally good-hearted person his
power radiates into them, without his being able to control it, and does a
total healing on them. It certainly confirms to me that we've made the
right choice on who to set the operation up with, it's rare that he finds
anyone good enough to cause it to happen. I hope you don't mind, but I
think you'll find that every scar has now gone from your body."
	"No, of course I don't mind, thank you very much Slave Timmy."
	"There is one side effect to a total healing we should warn you
about, and you'll have to warn the twins too," Said Morgan with a grin.
	"And what might that be Captain?"
	"Well, let's just say that the three of you had better watch your
asses, because you are now what we like to call born again virgins," He
said as he started to roar with laughter.
	I stood there in shock for a moment before joining him with a long
hard laugh of my own, and we were immediately joined by quiet giggles from
Timmy and his brother Roger.
	"Hope it's not upsetting for you," He said once we finally stopped
laughing.
	"No, it's a great opportunity, I can loose it this time to someone
I love, or at least like, and not have it stolen from me against my will,
but I'll admit it does put a bit of a damper on the plans I had for later
tonight."
	Benjy had to go do the late show at the Little Leather Club and
everyone else had a busy day tomorrow so we all said our goodbyes and broke
up the party amazingly early.
	Marc and Daniel went to their room together and I took the twins to
my room. After warning them about their newfound virginity and the busy day
we were in for tomorrow we packed it in early, after little more than some
talking and very passionate hugging and kissing.
	
	The rest of that week was somewhere between frantic and downright
insane. The twins were missing from my bed the next morning but the smell
of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen soon told me where they were, and
the two pairs of white shorts laying beside the bed told me how they were
dressed, or I guess undressed would be a more appropriate term for it.
	I knew I had a few million things to do that day, so I had one of
the quickest showers of my life, so quick in fact, I didn't even take time
to, well you know, but when I got out the sight in the mirror shocked
me. I'd forgotten all about Timmy's little hug last night, and I barely
recognized the boy staring back from the mirror. All the scars from years
of use and abuse were gone, and there was no evidence of them ever having
been there. I stood there staring at my reflection for a few minutes before
snapping back to the present and quickly finishing up my morning rituals.
	The twins had a huge spread prepared for breakfast, and Daniel was
right, they really did know how to cook. I reminded them that they were no
longer slaves and they told me that they hadn't forgotten, and had just
done it because it seemed like the right thing to do.
	When Marc arrived he made a comment about the massive quantity of
food they'd cooked, he got four "But we're growing boys" for his
trouble. Thanks to Daniel's closet cleaning last night I didn't need many
clothes, but he still took me to the bank to get things sorted out there,
then we went and picked out a bunch of nice clothes for the twins and took
them back to Marc's house where they were waiting for us.
	Benjy had set up a meeting for us, and by the time the twins were
dressed, it was time to go. The first order of business was the layout of
our new slave quarters, and since Benjy and Marc had designed the last one,
and I had spent a lot of time living there, we quickly had some plans drawn
up and Marc sent Daniel off to the plumbers with them so they could begin
the work installing the toilets, sinks, and showers.
	Once Daniel left Benjy told us that he had the bunks ordered and
expected them to be delivered by Friday. He then showed us a sample of some
collars he'd ordered and explained that they would really help with both
the training and record keeping. He told us he'd ordered ten each with a
different color for each Master, and they would be numbered from zero to
nine so the slaves could be referred to easily be color and number, saving
us having trouble remembering and trying to pronounce all their
names. Marc, the twins and I all agreed that it was a great idea.
	The meeting continued for another hour, during which Daniel
returned and informed us that the plumber was on his way to the farm and
hoped to have everything installed to our specifications by Thursday
night. Morgan and his entourage had flown out early as had John and Carlos,
taking the two boys with families home and leaving Segundo and the other
four at the slave barracks until we were ready to take charge of them and
begin their training.
	Just as the meeting was about to break up Benjy smiled and brought
out a large bag from under the table and removed three identical
gift-wrapped boxes from it, and slid one to each of the twins and myself
saying.
	"These are just a small gift for each of you to start you on your
paths as Masters."
	We each thanked him, tore into the wrapping, and found he'd given
each of us a cat of nine tails and a bullwhip.
	"I ordered them a while back for Caleb, Roy, and myself but when we
tested them we found that although they inflicted lots of pain, they left
little or no damage, so they were useless for our shows at the club, but
they're ideal for what you're going to be doing."
	"Wow, that's great," I said. "Now we just have to learn how to use
them."
	"That's taken care of too," He said. "I've arranged for Caleb to
give you all a lesson on Sunday afternoon. He's still on the mend and
hasn't the strength yet to do any shows at The Little Leather Club but he's
sure his arm is coming along well enough to teach you guys a thing or two.
	"No doubt about that," I said, "All three of us have seen and felt
his work. He may not be quite as skilled as you and Roy, but he certainly
gets the job done."
	"I know, and he's going crazy being off the job. Maybe you guys can
use him at the farm for a bit until he's up to coming back to work."
	"We'd be honored to have him," I said with full agreement from the
twins. "We'll discuss it with him when we see him on Sunday if we don't run
into him someplace before then."

	The meeting broke up at that point and Marc left Daniel to "hold
the fort". He took the three of us to rent a truck and then drove it for us
out to the Jorgenson Inn to look over all the damaged furniture in their
storeroom. We left about an hour later with a king sized bed for each of
the bedrooms, lots of assorted tables and chairs, and a half dozen battered
but functional TV's to spread between the house and slave barracks. Even a
trip to the onsite laundry was helpful and we left with armfuls of
cigarette burned linen and blankets that were no longer good enough for the
inn, but we weren't exactly used to anything fancy, so they were fine for
us.
	After a quick lunch and an even quicker unloading of the truck we
left the twins to organize everything and Marc took me back to town to get
Cell phones for each of us, regular phones for the house and training
areas, and look after a few of the other million things I had to do to get
things up and running.
	By late Friday afternoon things were coming around nicely and for
the first time since we'd begun this project, there was light at the end of
the tunnel, and it wasn't a freight train. We were all exhausted but the
house was cleaned from top to bottom, courtesy mostly of the twins, and
there were boxes and boxes of equipment in the basement waiting to be put
to use, along with a semi-trailer full of bunk beds backed up to the
barracks waiting to be unloaded once we had the slave labor available to do
the job.
	We were going to begin the training with Segundo and the other four
Brazilian boys along with three from Benjy and two from Morgan on
Monday. I'd arranged to take a long driving lesson with Marc after we
finished our whip training on Sunday afternoon.
	I was really hoping that it went well. Being out in the sticks
without transportation was really beginning to suck and I was hoping to
take my driving test with the Sheriff on Monday morning and be able to buy
the old paddy wagon in time to take it out to Peckertown International and
pick up Morgan's boys when they arrived.
	We'd just finished supper when we were surprised by a knock on the
door and when Byron opened it Daniel and Marc were standing there.
	"You aren't much of a boss." Daniel said with a grin looking in my
direction.
	"What did I screw up now?" I asked, starting to get used to this
sort of bad news.
	"You forgot to pay your employees." Marc said as he handed an
envelope to each of the surprised looking twins.
	"You...you mean we get paid for this too?" They said in unison,
doing that cute twin thing they sometimes do.
	"You bet you do," I said. "I can't pay you much until things get
rolling, but you will get paid, I was just so busy running around in
circles for the last few days I forgot to ask you what you expected in the
way of salary. Thanks for covering my ass again Marc."
	"I had to guess on what was appropriate and went on what I thought
was the low side." Marc said. "But I've always found it's much easier to
give your workers a raise than a pay cut for some reason, don't know why
that is."
	"Wow!" Shrieked Byron as he opened his envelope and looked at the
check inside. "You're really going to pay me a hundred and fifty dollars a
week?"
	"No." Marc said. "This was a short week, we thought two fifty a
week was a good start, If you want more than that you'll have to start
sucking up to your new boss."
	"We have been," said Byron.
	"Ya, every night and morning in bed," added Bryon with a grin.
	"Trust me guys, the way you two have been working you never have to
visit my room again and you'll still get a raise as soon as we start moving
some trainees through here."
	"You guys have already got accounts set up from your time with
Benjy." Daniel said, "If you like we can put you on direct deposit like we
do with our staff."
	"Sure." They said together.
	"We thought we'd give you checks this time, just so you know that
you are in fact getting paid, and to see if the amount is agreeable with
you and your boss. If everything's all right I brought along enough extra
money that I can cash them for you after you sign them." Marc said.
	They endorsed the checks, gave them back to Marc, and he gave each
of them five twenties and a fifty in exchange.
	"Wow, I've never had this much money in my life." Gasped Bryon.
	"Sure you have." Marc said. "I looked at your accounts today, just
to see if you each had one, and it looks like both Benjy and the Captain
felt a little guilty about what happened to you guys and made a pretty
hefty deposit there for you."
	"Enough of this business stuff." groaned Daniel. "It's the weekend,
you guys want to come with us, we're going to hit The Little Leather Club
tonight."
	"Wow, I don't know, it'll feel pretty weird going there and not
being a slave. I'm not sure if I know how to act," I said.
	Marc grinned and said. "Nothing to it, just remember that the
slaves sit on your lap or under your table, not the other way around, and
besides, you'd better start getting used to it, Master Paulo."
	"You're right, besides, I'd better take Adam's pants that I
borrowed back to him and explain why I disappeared with them."
	While we showered and changed Marc and Daniel raided my fridge, but
I sure didn't care, I'd done it to them enough times.

	As we walked into the club I wasn't sure what kind of reception to
expect, but everyone who knew what was going on stopped me and
congratulated me, and all those who didn't know, and all the slaves, wanted
to know where I'd been for the last few days. I'd never realized I knew so
many people, and even keeping every chat as short as I could without being
impolite it still took me almost an hour to join the rest of our party at
Marc's usual table.
	"It's about time." Marc said with a grin when I finally arrived. "I
told you that you've got a lot of friends and admirers around here."
	"I guess you're right." I admitted. "I just never realized it
before."
	Looking around the room I saw Adam sitting on a customers lap, and
once I caught his eye I held up his pants and he smiled and mouthed "later"
to me and went back to pleasuring his client. Caleb was circulating around
the room and soon joined us saying.
	"We still on for Sunday Master Paulo? You know, Flogging 101."
	"You bet! We need all the help we can get. In fact, we'd like you
to spend a week or two with us. It'll be good therapy for you without
giving your whip arm as hard of a workout as the shows do here, and until
we get everything running smoothly we could definitely use your help."
	"Sure, sounds great. I'm starting to go a little stir crazy hanging
here with no shows to do, but I'd better commute so Matt doesn't get pissed
at me."
	"Can't offer you much in the way of pay but the fridge is always
full and I'll spring for your cab fare until I get some wheels."
	"That's plenty, after all I'm a growing boy you know," he said with
a smile as he got up, excused himself and went back to mingling with the
crowd.
	"Wow! Said Bryan after Caleb had gone, "I never realized how hard
it is to choose a boy here, it's like one of those ice cream places that
has so many flavors you can't make up your mind."
	"I know what you mean." grinned Daniel "But from my experience it's
best to pick one that isn't too heavy but has enough meat on his butt that
he doesn't shred your lap."
	We all laughed and then Marc added. "And as your financial advisor
I recommend that you don't find one you really love, I swear sometimes half
of the money in Paulo's account used to be mine."
	"Hey, quit complaining." I told him. "I was just doing my job. Just
think if I didn't give you my special discount and freebee's most of the
time."
	"You're right." He admitted. "But my only regret about helping set
you up in your own business is not having you working here any more."
	"Ahem!" Daniel cleared his throat, looking at Marc in mock
disgust. "You two want to get a room or something?"
	"Oh come on." Marc said. "You know you're always my number one
love, but you have to admit that Paulo has always held a special place in
both our hearts."
	"I know old timer," he said with a grin. "And I agree with what you
said the other day, if there was ever anyone we'd break our rule for, it
would be Paulo."
	"Come on you guys. This is my first night here in my life that I
actually get to stay above the tables and you're both trying to embarrass
me so bad I want to crawl under one and hide."
	"Sorry Paulo, but we mean it, you are a very special friend to both
of us." Marc said with a loving smile.
	I was saved from further embarrassment by a loud flurry of heavy
metal music and the dimming of the lights as the show began. Byron and
Bryon had each found a small, bubble-butted slave and the two naked boys
were happily squirming around on the twin's laps, no doubt riding their
erections as they did so. Marc and Daniel moved their chairs together, and
Daniel leaned his head contentedly on his lovers shoulder as they watched
the show. I know from what they've told me that they would like nothing
better than to marry, but with their positions in Jorgenson Enterprises
they don't want the publicity that would no doubt come their way if they
were the first man/boy marriage to happen since the laws had changed.
	I sat beside the table, watching Roy's part of the show although
not finding it very interesting. I guess I understood how a movie
projectionist must feel when they've got a blockbuster on their hands, it
was a great show but I felt like I'd seed it a few hundred times
already. My mind started to wander to the hundreds of things we still had
to do before the first of the slaves arrived, when I was suddenly startled
back to the present by a leg unexpectedly coming across right in front of
me, and before I could react, the weight of a very happy Adam crushed me
back down into my seat. He was straddling my lap facing me and I could feel
his erection poking me in the stomach thru my shirt as he leaned into me
for a big hug followed by a long passionate kiss.
	"Wow, am I ever glad to see you. You just disappeared and I was
afraid I'd never see you again," he said after our lips finally parted.
	"That worried about your pants were you?" I asked him with a grin.
	"Hell no, as you can see I don't really have much use for them any
more," he said leaning back so I could see him in all his naked glory. "It
was you I was worried about. What happened?"
	"It's a long story, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you, I'm
not sure I believe it myself. But I assure you I'm better than ever and
doing great. Even got my own business around town here, so I'm sure we'll
still be seeing a lot of each other."
	"Don't be too sure about that," he said looking at me with genuine
sadness in his eyes.
	"Why's that?" I asked, worried about what had him so obviously
worried.
	"Just before we started working tonight Master Benjy called Kyran,
Nate, and I aside and told us he was shipping the three of us off somewhere
Monday morning."
	"That's all he told you?" I asked. "Didn't even say if or when
you'll be coming back?"
	"Nope, he just told us to be ready to be shipped out Monday
morning."
	Benjy was pretty mature for his age, but he can be such a jerk
sometimes I thought to myself. I realize that mind games were part of a
slave's life, but this was going too far, bordering on abuse. For all these
three knew he may have been shipping them off to a Master in some foreign
country, as bad, or even worse than Evans, and it was a credit to all of
them that they accepted it without a word of protest. It was no wonder Adam
was so obviously scared, I know people in that situation always imagine the
worst possible outcome.
	"I hadn't better tell you any more about where you three are
going." I told him, "But trust me, I'm going to have a little chat with
Master Benjy before I leave here tonight and insist he fills you guys in a
little more. And don't worry, I'll tell him I made you tell me what was
bothering you, and I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again real soon."
	"Wow, thanks!" He said giving me another kiss. "I wish I could stay
longer but I've got a customer for the night and I'd better get back to him
before he complains."
	"Go then, and don't worry, I'll see you again real soon," I said as
he picked up his pants and headed quickly back to his client.
	I leaned over towards Daniel who was sitting beside me and once I
got his attention he leaned towards me and asked. "What's up?"
	"You know, your little brother can be a real jerk sometimes."
	"What did Benjy do wrong now?" He asked rolling back his eyes.
	I relayed the story to him and my concerns about what was likely
going through the three boy's heads and when I was finished he leaned over
to Marc and said. "Back in a minute love, got a little family business to
attend to."
	"Be sure to tell him I made Adam tell me what was bothering him or
I'm sure he'll take it all out on him."
	"Oh, I will, and when I'm through with him he won't be taking
anything out on anybody," he said as he got up and went in search of his
brother.
	He found him across the room, and after a few words they
disappeared behind he stage. I never found out exactly what was said
between them, but a few minutes later, a very red faced Benjy emerged from
behind the curtain and immediately set about finding and talking to the
three slaves, and a few seconds later Daniel emerged and came back to lean
on Marc's shoulder again. Benjy was still blushing when he came over to me
and said, "Thanks Paulo. I guess I wasn't thinking about what they might
imagine they were being sent to, and you were right, I really screwed up
this time."
	"It's bound to happen sometimes." I told him, letting him off the
hook a little easier than I wanted to but I figured that his big bro had
already torn a pretty good stripe off him.
	Suddenly the music changed and Benjy looked shocked and
said. "Sorry, gotta go to work." as he bolted toward the stage.
	I watched his act closely, and was glad to see that he wasn't
taking out his recent tongue lashing on the slave that was doing the act
with him. Not that he was going easy on the tightly stretched boy, but he
wasn't being unusually harsh and was visibly going a little easier on him
when the slave gave the slow signal that would go unnoticed by anyone who
hadn't been in that position before.
	As Benjy's show ended I felt a hand on my crotch and looked down to
see Adam kneeling beside me unzipping the fly in my jeans. "I thought you
had a client for the night?" I asked him.
	He was a cum'n'run, you know the type, blows his load in your
mouth, starts feeling guilty, gives you a tip and bolts for the door."
	"Yea, I know the type, they usually tip really well though," I said
to him with a grin.
	"You bet," he said; pointing to the hundred stuck under his collar.
	"So, you want me to suck you or do you want to fuck me?" He asked
as he freed my erection.
	"Definitely want to get into that sweet butt of yours." I told him
with a grin.  "Been living with a couple virgins the last few
days... almost forget how good a nice hot ass feels wrapped around my
cock."
	"Your wish is my command," he said as he stood up facing me and
proceeded to impale himself on my rock hard pole. He rode me as I worked
his nipples that were already erect and sore looking from the hard workout
his last customer had given them. I was a little surprised when a sweat
soaked Benjy came up to us and grinned saying.
	"Hey no sucking up to your new trainer."
	Adam looked shocked, stopped riding up and down on my cock, and
moaned.  "You mean you're...?"
	"'Fraid so kid, I'm going to be training you come Monday."
	"Why not take them now?" asked Benjy. "I've already booked them off
for the rest of the weekend, to get ready. I've got plenty of slaves, it's
the Masters I've got a shortage of right now."
	"Well, maybe you'll have time to train a few more now that I'm
looking after the slave training for you."
	"Way ahead of you on that one Paulo, just trying to find the right
one for the job. Got any suggestions?"
	"Not off the top of my head, but I'll keep it in mind, and I'd be
happy to take these three off your hands now if you want, and if Marc
doesn't mind an overloaded car when we leave here tonight." I told him, and
then turning back to Adam I asked him. "Know anything about putting up
walls."
	"You bet I do, Sir. The old man got pissed and fell asleep once,
burned down half the house. You can guess who got volunteered to rebuild
it," he said as he resumed bobbing up and down on me with renewed vigor.
	"Hey Marc, think we can jam another three in the car when you give
us a lift home tonight?"
	"It'll be tight, but I guess we can handle it," he said with a
smile.
	"Ok then, I'll round up the other two and as soon as you're done
with this one, send him to get his things and I'll go get their files for
you."
	"This one... won't be... much longer..." I gasped thru gritted
teeth as I started depositing a good-sized load deep inside Adam. He sank
down onto me, forcing my cock deep into his bowels and waited until I
stopped pumping before lifting himself off with an audible pop. He knelt
down in front of me; sucking and licking me clean before replacing my dick
in my jeans, carefully zipping them back up, and running off to collect his
things before I even had a chance to give him a tip. Benjy soon returned
with the three of them dressed in shorts, and grinning ear to ear, he
handed me their files and said.
	"Have fun."
	Needless to say, with six of us jammed into the back seat of Marc's
car it was tight, but we didn't have far to go, and as you can imagine, we
kept ourselves amused, arriving home before we knew it. After thanking
Marc, and promising to pay to repair any suspension damage we may have
caused, the six of us filed into the house.

	Adam, Nate, and Kyran were all quite baffled, so I quickly
explained things to them and then told them that for tonight they were all
free, but in the morning they were all slaves again and on Monday they'd
begin their training. The twins paired off together, allowing the two young
lovers, Nate and Kyran, to be alone together, probably for the first time
since they'd arrived in Peckertown and I led Adam to my room.
	Once inside I closed the door and I could see that Adam was shocked
when he saw that all the scars he'd seen on me just days before were
gone. I explained what had happened, even the born again virgin part, and
he was very understanding and even volunteered to lube and insert the butt
plug in me that I'd been wearing at night lately to try and gradually open
myself back up. There was no doubt that I wanted, even needed to have anal
sex again, but I wanted to be ready and willing for it this time, not have
myself violently torn open as a result of a rape.
	Even with my ass off limits, Adam and I still managed to cum
several times each that night before drifting off into a sound sleep,
wrapped in each other's arms, and in the morning he confessed that he'd
really enjoyed his few hours of freedom, thanking me repeatedly for giving
them to him. Nate and Kyran looked exhausted, but very happy, and they too
where ready to get back to their chosen lives as slaves.
	While Bryan and Byron started to cook breakfast I took Adam out to
the new barracks and showed him the plans and materials for the walls. He
understood what I wanted done, and after breakfast, he took the other two
out and they started to work on the partitions in their new temporary
home. The walls weren't for privacy of course, just to control the water
and smell from the shower and toilets respectively, and separate the living
and eating areas.
	Byron, Bryon and I set up one of the computers I'd bought for the
business, and after loading the special software Marc had given me for
keeping records, we started to enter the first three boy's information. I
was completely computer illiterate, but fortunately the twins were quite
good, and most of all, patient, and before long I was starting to get the
hang of it.
	When I went out to call the three slaves for lunch I was amazed to
see that they were just putting up the last section of wall, so when we
finished I gave Adam the plans for the training building and he and Kyran
went to work on that while Nate started to whitewash the interior of the
barracks. By suppertime both buildings were done and I had three slaves
that all reminded me of Tom Sawyer's dupes, with splashes of whitewash from
head to toe. They tried out the new showers, thankfully they worked, and
before long three clean, if tired, slaves came inside to join us for
supper. They were almost falling asleep in their food, but when I asked the
twins if they thought the three of them had done enough work to earn their
freedom for another night they woke up instantly.
	After supper we went over their records with them and confirmed
that they'd had no unprotected sex with anyone but very well-known
customers since taking the blood tests, the results of which Benjy had sent
along with them. They all swore that they hadn't, and said that Benjy had
made it very clear what would happen to them if they had.
	I'd been part of a teleconference between all the Masters that
would be sending boys to me where STD's were discussed, and it was agreed
that an AIDS outbreak at the center would be disastrous. As I recall they
all promised to be very certain all the slaves were clean, especially after
"sleeping with the fishes" was mentioned a few times by Master
Siegfried. In fact, Benjy was so worried about it I'm sure it had at least
something to do with why he suggested I take Adam, Nate, and Kyran two days
early, not that I was complaining, they'd all been a big help.
	Once we were finished with that we went downsstairs and looked
through the boxes of numbered collars, and eventually found black number
one two and three and put them on the appropriate boys. The collars had
been Benjy's idea, so he insisted on first choice, and naturally chose
black for his trainees, his favorite color for his and his slave's
leather. He'd already given them new restraints when he informed them they
were being sent somewhere, so the boys were ready to begin their training
on Monday. With all that out of the way I gave them their freedom for a
second night and we all went upstairs to watch our battered TV and relax
for a while before heading off to bed with the same pairings as the
previous night.

	What Adam and I did in bed that night was weird even by my
standards. I lay on my back and he was straddling me, my cock planted deep
in his ass, as he asked me questions from the driver's handbook I'd been
studying. I got rewarded for every correct answer by having him bring me to
near orgasm with his talented ass, before he'd stop, about two strokes
short of me cumming, and move on to the next question. Somehow I doubted
that when Sheriff Whitewater gave me the test on the rules of the road it
would be anywhere near as hot as this one was.
	
	After breakfast I asked for a volunteer victim for our flogging
lesson and wasn't really expecting to have any takers, so I was surprised
when all three slaves grinned and held up their hands.
	"We're a bunch of amateurs, but this is still likely to hurt like
hell, are you sure you all want to volunteer?" I asked, trying to confirm
that they fully understood what I was asking them for.
	"Hey." Answered Adam. "You guys have treated us really well the
last couple days, and we understand that it's going to change on Monday,
but we want to do this as a thank you for the fun we've had up to now."
	"Ya!" Added Nate, "Kyran and I haven't had a chance to be alone
together for ages and we were beginning to think we'd never have a chance
again. These last two nights have been fantastic."
	"I really appreciate this guys," I said. "And if I can swing it you
can spend the night together again tonight, but starting tomorrow I'm
afraid it's back to the barracks and you're on your own."
	"Wow, that'd be great! I just hope we don't bleed all over your
bedding," said Kyran.
	"Hey, I hope it's not going to be anywhere near that bad, besides,
the whips Benjy gave us are supposed to just hurt a lot, not do a lot of
damage. We can't be scarring up the customers property you know."
	"Hey, for another night with Kyran you can flog me to shreds, just
make sure there's enough of me left for him to make love to," said Nate.
	"Ditto." Added Kyran.
	"Well it looks like you three get to be the first of what I'm sure
will be thousands boys to be flogged at the PTA," said Bryon.
	"PTA?" I asked.
	"Ya, we figured this would either be The Peckertown Training
Academy, or Paulo's Training Academy, so with PTA we've got both of them
covered." Explained Byron.
	"Well, I guess that's better than Paulo's International Slave
School," I said.
	They all thought about it for a second and the next thing I knew we
were all rolling around on the floor, laughing our ass's off. Once the
giggling finally stopped it was time for me to play boss again and we all
went out to get some equipment set up in the training room before Caleb got
there.
	We weren't going to be having any shows there or anything, we were
just going for function, so it didn't take long for us to have things
ready. We decided to set up three spots where boys could be suspended from
above with spreader bars hanging from winches, with their ankles attached
to simple chains and quick releases anchored into the concrete floor at a
distance matching the spread of the bars above. We'd have to come up with
some different equipment later as boys arrived with special training
requests, like the Brits with their bent over canings, birchings and the
like, but this would do for now as Master Reginald was still fussing over
which of his boys to send.
	We attached our willing volunteers, winched them up until their
feet were well off the floor, and found that everything worked fine, so we
got some of the old tables and chairs I'd brought from the inn and we set
up another of the rooms in the training center similar to the seating
arrangements at The Little Leather Club. We'd use that section to teach the
boys some of the tricks for attracting, pleasing, and milking maximum tips,
from their future customers.
	In a third room we set up an office and moved a desk, some chairs,
and another computer in there so we could enter the boys information,
before moving them on into the main training area for more initial testing
before they were sent to the barracks.
	When we were finished I said, "Looks good guys! That's about all we
have time to do for now, Caleb should be here any minute, but I want you to
mount two more winches in the slaves barracks later while I'm taking my
driving lesson with Marc so we can use them if we ever have to punish any
of our recruits. I guess I'd have the cables come down about five or six
feet apart, that way we can spread the offender between the two for a
single but still have enough room to do two at once if we have to."
	"Gotcha boss," said Byron. "And we'll be sure to leave the cables
hanging down so they're good and visible, maybe the constant reminder will
stop any trouble before it starts."
	"If you get bored after you're done that you can start putting up
some equipment in the basement of the house, and we should sort out the
collars and other stuff down there somehow so we can find things faster
when we need them."
	"We'll see what we can do. I'm sure we can come up with something,"
Bryon said with a wicked grin.
	I heard a horn honk outside and knew it had to be Caleb, so I ran
out to greet him and pay the cabbie. The lesson went well, for us three
former slaves at least, and the other three didn't seem to mind either,
staying rock hard through the entire session as Caleb showed us the ropes.
	The twins had gotten some practice on each other before coming to
Peckertown, but it was all new to me. At least I had the advantage of
having been flogged so many times that I knew exactly how every part of the
body felt to be whipped, it was just a matter of Caleb teaching me how to
get the whip to land where, and with the force I wanted it to have for the
effect I was trying to get.
	By the time he was finished teaching us, we could give the slaves a
lash with either the cat or bullwhip that would elicit anything from a
scream of pain to a moan of pleasure, and to my surprise the three boys
being flogged weren't the only ones who were hard. I knew I was, the tents
in the twin's pants showed that they were too, and I think we were all a
little disappointed when the lesson was over. We released the three
volunteers and were glad to see that aside from one or two nasty welts on
each that there was no serious damage or blood and I knew from years of
experience that even the worst of the welts we'd put on them would be gone
by the next morning.
	"How'd we do guys?" I asked the three slaves when they finished
inspecting the damage on each other's backs.
	
	"Great!" Adam said. "Those ones that had me screaming were some of
the most painful I've ever felt, I thought for sure there'd be blood."
	"Same here." admitted Kyran. "They still hurt quite a bit now, but
the pain is going away already. I feel like I could probably take a hundred
or so of those all over and then do it again tomorrow, not that I really
want to try it, but I think I could if I had to."
	"You know, in a way it's too bad we can't use whips like this in
the club. The recovery time for our slaves would be a lot shorter and
they'd all make a lot more money," said Caleb deep in thought.
	"Have you ever tried it?" I asked him.
	"Of course not, the customers wouldn't stand for it," he said
looking shocked that I ever brought it up.
	"How do you know that?" I asked him.
	He was about to reply and I saw that although he was sure he had an
answer to my question a moment before it was gone now and he could no
longer find it.
	"I guess we don't know." He confessed. "It's just the way we've
always done it, lots of blood and extreme stuff, it's what the customers
want to see."
	"I know you can't see the customers for the lights when you're on
stage, but have you ever watched them when Benjy or Roy are doing a show? I
asked him.
	He thought for a minute and said. "No, I guess not, I always watch
the show to see if there's anything new I can learn and use for my act."
	"Well, I've been with a lot of customers when the show comes on,
and I'll admit that it really turns some of them on, but at least as many,
if not a lot more find it too much." I told him.
	"How do you know that?" He said, starting to get a little
defensive.
	"Lots of ways," I said. "They all react differently. Some may have
been looking around the room at all the other action and watch the start of
the show, but when the blood starts to flow and things get really nasty,
they suddenly want to look at me and have a chat. Hell I've even had some
with their dicks up my butt go totally soft when the blood started to flow,
and with the tricks I can do with my ass, that just doesn't happen unless
something is turning them off big time. I'm sure the other guys here have
seen the same things too, but they haven't been around as long as I have so
they might not have noticed it yet.
	"Now that you mention it," said Byron. "I had a customer one of my
first nights on the floor, I was blowing him and everything was going fine,
he watched the show for a while and got even harder, but then a couple
minutes later he went soft, paid me and split. I'm sure he didn't cum, if
he did it was the smallest, most tasteless, load I've ever had in my
life. I remember it because I really freaked out, I couldn't figure out
what I'd done wrong so I asked one of the more experienced slaves and he
said not to worry about it, it happens all the time."
	"Wow, I never knew," said Caleb softly, deep in his own
thoughts. We let him think about it for a few minutes, until he
asked. "Then how do you explain all the applause and tips we get?"
	"That's easy, I'll bet ninety percent of your audience thinks
they're the only one in the whole crowd who found the show too
extreme. They're all clapping and tipping so nobody finds out that they're
different from what they think everyone else is."
	"I know that can happen, but I can't believe we've been turning off
our clients," he said back on the defensive.
	"Here's something else to think about." I continued on the
offensive. "You know that when we're hired out for private sessions there
aren't too many rules, and I should know, I always got the meanest and
riskiest ones. But even then how many times did I need a blood transfusion
or a week to recover?  Maybe one out of every two or three hundred. Hell,
even though I got the mean ones most of the time I didn't shed a drop of
blood with them. And the other boys almost never came back with much more
than a few welts and bruises. Those customers know they can do anything
they want short of killing or mutilating us, but they choose to just give
us some pain, not torture us until our backs and asses are a bloody pulp."
	When I stopped talking there was an eerie silence in the room and I
could see Caleb analyzing what I'd said, and the more he thought about it
the more pain and fear I could see on his face. Finally the full gravity of
it hit him and I opened my arms to him.
	He took a step forward almost collapsing into my arms and began
sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder.
	"Go get lunch made," I said to the others over his sobbing
shoulder. We'll be in a little later."
	The five boys left silently and I hugged Caleb close to me trying
my best to console him. The whole idea was something I'd just come up with
recently myself, but even though I doubted it at first, and still wasn't
sure I was right, the more I thought about it, the more the pieces of the
puzzle fell into place, and now, judging by Caleb's reaction, he knew I was
right too.
	He eventually cried himself out, and leaned back to look me in the
eye and said, "If you're right, and I'm scared to death that you are, it
means I've scarred hundreds of boys for life, and it wasn't necessary."
Then he put this head back down on my shoulder and began sobbing hard
again.
	"You didn't know," I said, trying to console him. "I don't think
anyone knew, everybody was just doing what they thought everybody else
expected of them. It's not your fault it's just that none of us never took
the time to think about it, we just did everything the way it had always
been done. You Masters dished it out and we slaves willingly took it."
	"But what am I going to do now?" He sobbed into my shoulder.
	"Not what you're going to do, it's what we're going to do," I
said. "I'm the fool who thought of this and I was stupid to unload it on
you. It's just I wasn't sure if I was even close to being right about this,
but everything all adds up, and when we started to talk about it, it all
came out. I'm so sorry I've done this to you buddy."
	Right then the door quietly opened and I looked over and saw Marc
slowly stick his head in. He looked at us and softly said. "I looked for
you at the house but the boy's told me you were having a bad time down
here, anything I can help with or do you want me to go."
	"No! Stay! Please stay!" Begged Caleb, raising his head from my
shoulder and looking pleadingly towards Marc.
	"What's up? Anything I can do to help?" He asked with genuine
concern in his voice.
	"Well, we finished our lesson, and got to talking about all the
blood that gets spilled during the shows at the club, and how it would be
nice if it wasn't necessary, and I told them about some of my observations
over the years and... well... you see what I've done." And with Marc here
to take over as the strong one, I broke down and started sobbing on Caleb's
shoulder. Marc patiently waited us out, and I was surprised when after a
few minutes Caleb lifted his head and looking at Marc asked.
	"You go to the club a lot, and clap when the show's over, why?"
	Marc though for a second and said. "Well, I admire the skill the
Masters have with the whips, and the bravery and endurance of the slaves."
	"But what about all the blood and extreme stuff?"
	"Well I could really do without it, but everybody else seems like
it." Marc said, looking confused as to where this was going.
	"We're afraid that you aren't alone, that most of the crowd feels
the same as you do." I told him, and gave him my reasons for my beliefs.
	I watched him as he thought about it, not really believing me at
first, but as he put the pieces together and realized the implications of
the answer he was arriving at he leaned up against the nearest wall for
support, turned white as a ghost, and for a few seconds I thought he was
going to pass out.
	"Now I've upset you too," I said with tears welling up in my
eyes. "I should have just kept my stupid mouth shut."
	I buried my face into Caleb's shoulder and started to bawl. I'd
upset two of my best friends and now I felt like dirt.
	A moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see
Marc looking down at me, with tears starting to form in his eyes too, as he
said. "You did the right thing. It's hard for all of us to accept, but if
you're right we have to do something about it, and the sooner the better."
	"I know in my heart he's right, but how can we prove it?" asked
Caleb.
	"Well for starters, how do you feel about it?" Marc asked him.
	"I agree with him, I'd be happier without all the blood and extreme
stuff, I just always thought it was the way it had to be."
	"And I feel the same way too." Marc told him. "Lets ask some of our
friends and lovers and see what they think."
	Marc and I took out our cells and I pointed Caleb to the training
room phone and we all started to dial. I managed to catch Aaron on the road
between shows and after him getting over the surprise from me calling I
asked him for his opinion of the shows at The Little Leather Club, and he
echoed what Marc had said, "They were a lot more extreme than he liked, but
everyone else seemed to like them."
	We called everyone we could think of and got variations of the same
story from all of them, everybody we could think to call said they'd prefer
a milder show. After we compared what we'd found Marc said. "I've got a
great idea, I'll call Morgan and see what he thought about the show when he
was in town. If anyone liked it, it would be him."
	We agreed and Marc made the call. He got the Captain on the line
and asked him what he thought of the show at The Little Leather Club, and,
not surprisingly he liked it, and was glad that Benjy had put on a special
one for him. Marc admitted to him that it wasn't a special show; it was
their regular show, twice a day, six days a week, fifty-two weeks a
year. Even though Caleb and I were standing at least twenty feet away, and
Marc was just using his cell phone, we could still hear the Captain's
response.
	"What! That stupid little fuck! You don't put on a show like that
every day for the general public! I think it even made some of the Masters
squeamish! Is he there! Put that little bastard on! Oh man! I can't believe
that! Oh my God!"
	"Thanks Captain." Marc said when he could finally get a word
in. "You just confirmed our suspicions to be true, and we hadn't realized
until now that it was too much."
	"Too much?" We heard him scream. "Thinking about those boys doing
that every day... oh man, it just makes me want to hurl."
	"Benjy is young." Marc offered in his defense. "I guess he thought
that was the way it had to be done, he brought in a crowd, and he's been
doing it that way ever since, but rest assured, he's going to have to
change now. I take it we can count on your support, he respects your
opinion more than anyone's."
	The phone erupted again. "My support! I don't care if I have to fly
down there and get on my knees and beg him, or turn him over my knee and
beat his ass for that matter, this has to stop, and it has to stop now! Oh
man, every day! I gotta go, I'll call you back in a few minutes, don't do
anything until I call back."
	With that the conversation ended and Marc was white as a ghost as
he looked over to us.
	"We heard," I said. "So now what do we do?"
	"We wait," he said. "I don't know about you, but I feel safer doing
what the Captain says."
	"Oh shit!" I said. "The boys were making lunch for us."
	We went inside and were glad to see the boys were keeping a stack
of burgers warm for us. We'd just started devouring them when Marc's cell
rang, so he got up and stepped outside to talk to Morgan. He came back in a
couple minutes later, looking very relieved and said.
	"I think it's going to work out ok; the Captain came up with a
great idea. He's going to give Benjy a friendly call and say that one of
his regular customers had been down here and described the show he saw at
the club to him, and the captain was calling to make sure that the guy was
exaggerating about how brutal it was, and when Benjy says the guy wasn't
exaggerating, well, you can imagine what comes next."
	"Wow, that's great," I said, "I just hope the customers still
come."
	"Oh I'm sure they will, it wouldn't surprise me if there are even
more after word gets out, I know I'll probably go more often. We'll lose a
few, but I'm not too sure we want them as clients anyhow. And by the way,
the Captain says we owe him lunch next time he's in town, we just made him
lose his."
	"Sure, it's more than worth it, I just hope this works," I said.
	"Oh it will." Marc said. "The Captain believes us that all the
shows are similar to what he saw, and... well if you were Benjy would you
say no to the Captain?"
	"If I was Zeus I don't think I'd want to say no to Morgan." I
admitted.
	Caleb still looked understandably shaken, so Marc asked him. "Why
don't I give Zeus a call, see if he can talk to you for a while, even
though it isn't really your fault, I know this is hitting you pretty hard."
	Caleb surprised us both when he didn't decline and instead
said. "Yea, I think I'd like that."
	Marc didn't give him time to change his mind and immediately hit
the speed dial on his cell and filled Zeus in on what had transpired, and
then he closed his phone back up and said. "He'll see you right now, we'll
give you a lift over, if you think you can handle being driven by a first
time driver."
	"Thanks, I really appreciate it, and right now I don't think
anything would phase me, so drive on," he said smiling slightly at me.
	
	I was pretty shaky at first, but I managed to get Caleb to Zeus's
place in one piece and after a couple hours I was really starting to get
the hang of it, which is good because I don't think Daniel would appreciate
it if Marc came home with his hair turned gray.
	About two hours into the lesson Marc got a call from a panic
stricken Benjy, and I could tell by Marc's end of the conversation that
Morgan had got through to him and it sounded like Benjy was as surprised as
we were to learn that his acts were so extreme.
	When Marc finished talking to him he filled me in on what I'd
missed, and said that Benjy was already working on how to tone down the
acts and was just worried that he'd loose all his customers. He wouldn't
believe Marc at first when he told him it would be ok, but after Marc
offered to bet him a grand that he would not only would make as much money,
but by the end of the month his profits would actually be up, he finally
became a believer.
	"You did great." He told me when he'd finished telling me the
story. "If you hadn't figured it out, who knows how long it would have gone
on?"
	"Yea, I guess, but I'm starting to feel like some kind of a rat or
something, that's twice now I've had a beef with Benjy, and both times
someone else jumped on it and reamed him out because of what I told them."
	"I wouldn't worry too much about it, from what I can see in both
instances he was in the wrong, and although he might never admit it, I
think deep down he probably appreciates it coming out."
	"Yea I guess, but if there's a next time, I think I'll keep my
mouth shut and go see him myself."
	Right then my cell rang, and although by then my driving was
getting better, I handed it to Marc. He checked the display and said
"Benjy" I almost shit myself, but Marc hit talk and said, "Benders driving
academy, head instructor Fogel. Speaking... Ya, I'll ask him."
	He hit the mute and said "Benjy says he hates to be an Indian
giver, but can he borrow back two of each of the whips he just gave to you?
Can't get replacements until Tuesday."
	"Sure no sweat, be glad to help," I said.
	"Ya, it's ok, but stop bugging us or you'll end up owing me a new
car to replace this one," he said into the cell. "Later."
	By suppertime I was really getting the hang of it, so Marc asked me
if there was anything else I wanted to do.
	"Lets go to the gas station," I said.
	"No, it's alright, this was fun and you didn't use that much, I'll
fill it up later and pay for it myself," offered Marc.
	"No, I want to go to the gas station because I don't know how to do
it. When you don't know your old man and you're ma's a crack head you don't
learn things like that."
	"Oh sorry," he said.  "You know where the station is, go there and
park so your side of the car is closest to the pump you want to use, and
I'll show you how to do it."
	"You and Daniel want to come out for supper?" I asked as we left
the station. "I'm not sure what we're having, but as you know, the twins
usually put on a pretty good spread."
	"Sure, I'll call him, you want me to call the twins too?"
	"Great. I guess we'd better warn them."
	After supper, and a minor orgy, I got the four whips and gave them
to Marc to drop off with Benjy, and he promised to pick me up first thing
in the morning to go see Sheriff Whitewater. As usual the boys had done a
great job in my absence, and aside from a few minor details, we were ready
for business, and as a bonus, we now had a rather nicely equipped playroom
in the basement to boot.
	In bed that night Adam and I just talked, and after a while he
asked me the question I knew had to have been on his mind for days now, why
I'd chosen the twins instead of him to help me. I'd known it was coming,
and dreaded the thought of it, but to my surprise when I explained it all
to him, he agreed with my choices, and even admitted that deep down, he
really didn't think he wanted to stop being a slave just yet anyhow.
	
	The driving test the next morning was a breeze, and Sheriff
Whitewater kept saying he couldn't believe I'd just learned yesterday, as
we drove around town in the old paddy wagon, combining a test drive with
the test for my license. The truck was a bit big compared to Marc's car,
but the Sheriff just warned me to add a few feet all the way around and not
worry about it. After we got back to the station he asked me the questions
from the book I'd studied, and the only trouble I had with them was that I
kept flashing back to the last time I'd answered them.
	He said I passed with flying colors, and after telling me to try
not to kill anyone, he gave me my license, I gave him a check, and he
signed the truck over to me. Marc already had insurance arranged for me, so
after transferring the title and getting the tags, I was on the road. I
allowed myself one pass through town as a reward, and then it was back to
work.

	I picked up Segundo and the four other boys from the slave
barracks, where Benjy, Roy and Caleb were all too busy working on their new
acts to even talk to me, and dropped them off at home
	Now that I had wheels I wanted to get a few more things from the
Jorgenson Inn, so I made it my next stop. Marc had offered me the old
commercial stove, dishwashing sinks, and refrigerator freezer units that
they had replaced when they reopened the inn, so after double checking with
everyone there, and getting the ok to take them, I called the plumber and
he told me he'd be right over with a crew and a truck to move and install
them in the barracks for me. As a bonus I got a large quantity of dishes,
silverware, and huge pots and pans that all looked fine to me, but the
fancy new chef they'd hired refused to use. I loaded it all in the back of
the paddy wagon, topped off the load with some more used and abused
furniture, and a trip to the laundry netted me another batch of blankets
and sheets.
	I hurried home to make sure everybody had at least some clothes on
before the plumber and his crew arrived. He'd seemed pretty cool about
everything up to now, but there was no sense pushing it by having a bunch
of naked boys running around the place if we didn't have to, and not
surprisingly, all ten of the boys were in fact nude when I got there,
working hard to unload the bunks from the trailer. They slipped on some
shorts, and by the time they went back to work, the plumber and his crew
were already doing their thing.
	Morgan called and told me his boys were on the way, but the flight
was delayed a couple hours, which didn't bother me at all, and as it turned
out, by the time I left to get them from the airport, everything was ready
and working, and the trailer had been unloaded and removed from the
property. The only thing we didn't have yet, was food for the slaves, and
we couldn't really do anything about that until the cooling units got down
to the right temperature, but a quick call to the local pizza joint solved
that problem, and gave the slaves a treat for their first night there.
	We decided to let them all get settled in for the first night and
do their registration in the morning. The twins wanted to spend the night
with the slaves in the barracks to make sure everything went smoothly and
no trouble broke out, so after supper was finished, I found myself alone in
the house.

	I was quite surprised to get a call that night from Master
Siegfried in Chicago. He told me he had another customer for me, a
Mr. Sanji from southern Asia, who was completely new to the s/m business,
but had hired Siegfried to help him run the operation. Master Siegfried
informed me that he'd sent one of his brightest and most trusted former
slaves, who was now too old for the business, to set everything up and look
out for his interests at that end.
	"To be honest with you, he was one of the ones we were considering
setting up in the business we now have you doing, but when someone
suggested, that for a lot of reasons, a person from Peckertown would be a
better choice, we all agreed, and unanimously decided the opportunity
should be offered to you." He admitted.
	"I'm glad he found another place after he got too old to be a slave
boy," I said, happy to hear I wasn't alone in my good fortune, but even
happier I'd got this position instead of him. "It wouldn't happen to be
Mickey would it? The slave that Timmy healed while you were here."
	"No, but I'm pleased that you remember him. As you know Mickey has
a very special place in my heart, and I'm sure he would be excellent for
the job, but ever since we got back from Peckertown, I haven't let him out
of my sight. In fact he's sitting here on my lap right now. I know he'd do
a fine job over there, but I have grander plans for Mickey. As you know,
I'm no longer a young man, and it is arranged that upon my passing my
entire operation will pass to his ownership and control."
	"Well, let us just hope that doesn't occur for a long time to
come," I said, trying to sound mature and businesslike. "How does the other
boy like Asia?"
	"He seems to like the job and the people over there, but the reason
I called, is that they'd like to send ten boys over to be trained, and
Sanji has a couple of pilot friends who have a partly loaded cargo plane
going to Atlanta on Wednesday and they've offered to drop the boys in
Peckertown for a very reasonable fee. I know it's short notice, but we
wondered if you could squeeze them in?"
	"Have they had their blood tests and is their paperwork in order?"
I asked.
	"Absolutely." He replied. "And Sanji has agreed to all your
conditions and has reluctantly agreed to pay the regular fee. It's a lot of
money in his country, but we've assured him that he'll make it back many
times over."
	"Send them along then," I said. "Just let me know when to pick them
up, once things get finalized."
	"Thank you," he said. "I really appreciate you taking them on such
short notice.
	He gave me a phone number for Mr. Sanji, asking me to deal directly
with him from that point on, saying he'd have him contact me with flight
information once he knew more, and after thanking me again, he hung up.
	It was short notice, but most of my customers were still working on
finding, testing and choosing the best boys they could to send to me. They
had to pay me even if the boys turned out to be unsuitable for the jobs,
and I'm sure they didn't want to waste that money if they could avoid
it. Ten boys were quite a large group from one person, but I assumed that
suitable boys would be much easier to come by in some countries than they
were here.
	I walked out and checked the barracks and found that not only were
things peaceful, but most of the boys had already paired off for the night,
and several were already sound asleep. Most of them had had a busy day so I
quietly left and returned to the house, and was seriously considering
turning in myself when I got a call from Benjy.

	I almost didn't answer it when I saw who it was, but I decided to
pick up and take my lumps and get it over with. To my surprise he didn't
sound mad. It was hard to tell when talking over the phone with him, but at
least he wasn't screaming at me. He apologized for calling me so late, but
had just finished his last show of the night and he really wanted to see me
right away if it was at all possible, asking me to come meet him at the
club.
	I expected it to be an ambush, and was even surer of it when he
asked me to meet him in the alley behind the club, but I agreed, determined
to get things cleared up one way or the other. I drove away from the house
as quietly as I could and was soon turning into the alley where I saw Benjy
and Roger standing outside the back door of the club.
	That worried me a bit. If Benjy and I got into a scrap, I'd at
least have a good chance. He was younger than me, but very strong for his
age, but with Roger in the equation, I was toast.
	As I pulled up and stopped I was surprised when he kissed Roger and
sent him back into the club before walking towards the truck to meet me. I
stepped out, not really knowing what would happen next, but really not
expecting the hug and kiss I got.
	"What was that for?" I asked when we broke the kiss.
	"That was a thank you," he said.
	"You aren't mad at me?" I asked.
	"Hell no, Caleb explained everything to me, including how it came
out and just kind of snowballed out of control from there."
	"I...I hope it doesn't hurt your business," I said.
	"I was really worried about that at first too, but we announced the
change to the audience at lunch time, the reaction was unbelievable."
	"They weren't pissed off?" I asked in shock.
	"No way!" He said, grinning as he recalled the event. "I'd guess we
had about a hundred people, you know, about the usual for a Monday
lunchtime show. Well, I was just about shitting myself when I made the
announcement, but when I was finished only one guy got up and left, and to
be honest with you he was one we had our eye on and were seriously
considering banning anyhow."
	"What did the rest do?" I asked.
	"That's the amazing part, they all stood up, clapped their hands,
cheered, whistled, stomped their feet, I'd never seen anything like it in
the club before in my life. It took me so long to get them quieted down we
had to cut one act from the show. But they didn't care, they loved it."
	"How was tonight though?" I asked.
	"Even better, I guess the word got around and we had a full house
and a lineup. We've hardly ever had to turn people away on a Saturday, and
this is only Monday, usually one of our slowest days of the week. Dad's
already trying to figure out if he can buy the building next door and have
the wall knocked out before the weekend. It was awesome."
	"I'm sure the slaves like it, but how are you Masters doing?" I
know Caleb didn't do well when we figured it out."
	"Very true, but Zeus is really helping, I'm glad you took him to
see him, and Roy, well you know Roy. He's not exactly what you'd call
deep. I don't think the implications have sunk in yet, I doubt they ever
will, but he did mention that with some limits it's easier for him to
maintain his self control, and I'm really glad to hear that, he's been
doing good lately, but he still worries me sometimes."
	"That's great," I said. "But how's Benjy taking it?"
	"Not great." He admitted, looking up at me with the expression of a
troubled twelve year old, instead of the mature Master Benjy I
knew. "That's what I want to talk to you about."
	"Step into my office," I said, motioning toward the truck. I had a
feeling that wherever this was going, standing out in an alley wasn't the
place to discuss it. "I don't know if I'll be of any help, but you know
I'll try my best."
	"How are you at keeping secrets?" He asked once we were seated
together in the truck.
	"That depends I guess. If you're about to tell me you're going to
kill someone, yourself included, then I'm lousy at it. Almost anything
else, I'm pretty reliable."
	I could see he was close to losing it, so I held up my arm and he
slid towards me, having a bit of trouble getting the very short leather
pants he had on to release from the grip of the vinyl bench seat of the
truck. When he got near enough I put my arm around him and held him close
to my side. It's hard to explain, but I noticed immediately that he didn't
even feel like Benjy.  I don't know what it was, but usually he had so much
strength, charisma and self-assurance that he seemed to inflate himself to
proportions far greater than his actual size, but the boy I had my arm
around at that moment just felt like a small frightened twelve year old. It
was hard to believe it was really him.
	"Are you sure you wouldn't rather talk to Zeus about this?" I
asked.
	"No, I want to try it my way first, but I promise you that if this
doesn't work, I'll go to him without any argument at all."
	"Fair enough," I said. "So, what do you have in mind?"
	"Well, first of all I know I screwed up, and because of it a lot of
boys got hurt more than they had to, and believe me I'm sorry about it."
	"I know." I told him. "And I don't think anyone is really blaming
you. You didn't know. The important thing is that once you found out, you
put it right, even though at the time you thought it might even cost you
your business to do it."
	"Yea, I guess, but... well, I don't think I've ever told you this,
but when I was little, I mean really little, my friends and I used to play
s/m games together, you know, taking turns being the Master and slave."
	"I know; I used to play games like that too."
	"Well, as we got a little older, we stopped switching, and I became
the exclusive Master, and, well, over time I think I forgot what it was
like to be the slave."
	"That could happen easily enough," I said not sure where this was
going.
	"I'd dreamt for years about really wild scenes, and after a few
years we opened the club, and I thought, hey, this is the big time, I can
do whatever I want and the wilder the better, and I though the crowd loved
it, but somewhere along the line, between the time when I was that little
kid, and, well I guess yesterday, I forgot what it felt like to be the
slave. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was hurting you guys, but it didn't
seem real to me any more."
	"Wow," I said. "But at least now you know where you went wrong."
	"Yes and no," he said. "I know that the audience doesn't
need... hell doesn't even want all the blood and extreme stuff, but I've
forgotten what it feels like to be on the receiving end of one of my shows,
and well... I want you to remind me."
	"It's kind of hard to describe..." I began, trying to find the
words to match the agony.
	"No, that's not what I mean," he said. "I want you to top me, and
make me feel it for myself."
	That really blew me away, and was the last thing I ever expected to
hear him say, and to me of all people. "Why me couldn't you get..."
	"No!" He interrupted. "It has to be you, for lots of reasons. I've
hurt you more times than anyone else for starters."
	"You didn't hear me complaining."
	"That's because you were too good of a slave to ever complain, but
that's not the only reason I need it to be you that does it to me. In many
ways you're one of my oldest and best friends, and I trust you more than
almost anyone. I know you would keep it a secret. If word of it ever got
out...well, you can imagine."
	This was getting really weird, but in a strange slightly twisted
way, I was beginning to think that it just might work for him. I think what
he wanted, whether he knew just how to say it or not, was to be reminded
how much pain a slave feels, and by having me be the one to do it to him,
it made him feel like he was paying me back for some of the pain he'd given
me in the past.
	"Do you really think it would help make you feel better?" I asked.
	"Definitely...you mean...you'll do it for me?" he asked, and I
could feel the excitement and relief inflating him back into the Benjy I
knew, making me realize that it really might help him, and just the thought
of it was actually making a noticeable improvement. Even if it failed to
make a lasting change, there shouldn't be any serious damage done, and at
least I could then make him honor his promise to go see Zeus without
argument.
	"Sure," I said, almost not believing that I was saying it.
	"When? Where?" He asked, seeming to grow even larger.
	"Right now if you want. I've got the whole house to myself tonight,
and the boys just set up a new play area in the basement."
	"I want you to really lay it on," he said. "Will you do that for
me?"
	"Sure buddy, I don't know if I really feel right about it, but if
you think it will help you, I'll give you what you want."
	"Wow, let's go!" He said.
	"Shouldn't you tell Roger where you're going?"
	"No, I already told him if I wasn't back in the club in half an
hour to leave without me, and not to worry if I wasn't home until the
morning. I figured the worst that would happen is I'd have to walk home
alone," he said, grinning slightly for the first time since the
conversation started.
	
	On the trip home he stayed tucked tightly under my arm and purred,
just like I'd heard his big brother do when he was really content. When I
got there, I pulled up to the front of the house, and had him stay hidden
while I made sure the coast was clear. He wanted this to be kept a secret,
and I was taking that very seriously.
	I checked the house, and then quietly did a head count in the
barracks, finding everyone sound asleep. On the way back to the house I
stopped at the training center, picked up our two remaining whips, and
entering through the back door, making sure it was locked once I was
inside, I made my way through the house and brought Benjy in through the
front.
	Once we were alone, safely locked in the house, I asked him. "So
just how bad do you want this to be."
	"As bad as you can make it. It would be nice if you could keep the
serious damage in spots normally hidden by my shorts and vest, but if you
can't, no big deal."
	"I'll try, but I'm not all that good yet, so I can't make any
promises."
	We started down to the windowless basement, and I even locked the
door to it as yet another level of safety, before leading him the rest of
the way down the stairs. The first thing I did was put one of the collars
he'd bought for his slaves to wear while they were here, black zero. Once
it was tightly around his throat I ordered him to strip and using one of
the spare sets of restraints we had, I soon had him very tightly
spread-eagled between the floor and ceiling in the center of the room.
	I stepped back behind him, out of his line of sight, and let him
sweat for a while, taking the opportunity to have a good long look at my
cute friend and former Master.
	After I figured he'd waited long enough I stepped up close behind
him and, wrapping my arms around his broad chest, roughly worked over his
nipples. He alternated between gasps and moans as the two nipples became
hard between my fingers. Releasing them after a final hard squeeze, I
stepped back in front of him and said.
	"You bought a lot of rather nasty toys for me to use on the slaves
here, I bet you never dreamt at the time that you'd be on the receiving end
of the worst of them."
	I could see a look of terror in his eyes as he recalled the items
he'd ordered in his mind, but to his credit, he remained silent and didn't
beg me not to use any of them on him.
	"And I don't want to see anything shooting out of here either." I
added giving a hard tug on his massive erection.
	The basement didn't have any windows, but I had no way of knowing
just how soundproof it was, making a gag the next order of business. I
remembered seeing a particularly nasty penis gag when I'd checked the
shipments so I thought it would be ideal. When I found it and held it up in
front of him he looked shocked, but opened his mouth and I soon had the
massive member forced into his throat, and securely buckled in place.
	I knew from experience how much sensory deprivation added to the
intensity of the pain in a scene, and since I was trying not to mark him
too much, I thought a good bondage helmet was in order. I showed one to him
and said. "Same signals as at the club."
	He flashed me a quick "ok" signal, and leaned his bald head forward
some to help facilitate the installation of the helmet. Once it was in
place and tightly buckled I said loudly near his leather-covered ear
"Breathe!" and placing my fingers in front of the nose holes I felt a good
stream of air.
	A pair of nipple clips was next on the agenda. He'd bough a few
rather wicked pairs along with a lot of the more standard ones, and since
it wasn't unusual to see both his and Roger's nipples looking rather sore
and abused after a particularly intense night of lovemaking, I opted for
the nastier ones, as the red nipples he'd surely end up with tomorrow
wouldn't attract much attention, just the occasional knowing grin.
	The final item before the flogging began was a dildo, and although
he'd ordered some monsters, I only used one a bit bigger than what he could
easily accommodate, more for Roger's future benefit than my concern over
Benjy's present level of discomfort. Besides, inserting it dry brought
plenty of squirming and heavy breathing from him as it was.
	It may have seemed like I was extracting my revenge on him for
things he'd done to me in the past, but I wasn't. I'd never blamed him in
the first place. Sure he may have hurt and damaged me more than he needed
to, but I wasn't complaining at the time, and even if I did blame him, I
would have forgiven him as soon as he'd found out about it and made things
right. The reason I was being so hard on him was that he knew that I was
aware of every painful trick in his repertoire, and I think he would have
been disappointed, if not angry, if I didn't use as many of them now as I
could fit into this one scene.
	I could tell he was already anticipating the first lash, his
muscles flexing as he strained against his bonds, so I picked up the cat
and as gently as I could grazed his tightly stretched six-pack with just
the tips of the thongs. It probably tickled more than anything else, but it
let him know I now had the whip in hand and it would soon be making its
presence felt. Letting him wait and worry I slowly moved into position to
work over his back, and when I could sense that he had waited long enough
to begin to think that maybe it wasn't coming, I brought it down hard
across his shoulder blades.
	His throat was so tightly filled by the gag that all of his scream
came from his nose, and I know if I hadn't gagged him it would have woke
everyone in the barracks, and possibly even Aaron if he was home next
door. But he didn't give the safe word or slow signal so I gave him
another, just below the first. I kept the timing of the lashes spaced far
enough apart that he would have time to signal, but he never did, and for
over half an hour I listened to his muted screams and watched his struggles
against the restraints.
	His fair skin was red and lightly welted from his neck, almost down
to his knees, both front and back, but thanks to the design of the whip,
nearly all of it would fade quickly. I picked up the nipple clips from the
floor in front of him where they'd landed after the whip knocked them off
and put them back on the shelf, replacing the cat with the bullwhip while I
was there. He almost appeared to have passed out, but his head hadn't
sagged so I knew he was just resting, trying to prepare himself for
whatever was to come next, and no doubt praying that it didn't.
	The first lash across his back with the whip brought him back to
life, and twenty screams later, I finally decided he'd had enough. After
putting down the whip I went back to him and inspected the damage. For a
recent learner, I was rather proud of myself, for although he was still red
all over, I could tell he would be fine by the morning, with the possible
exception of the last lashes, and I'd restricted them to his ass and the
center of his back so even if they took a few days to fade it wouldn't
really matter. I knew that really most of the credit went to the whip
makers, because if I'd whipped him hard and long enough to give him that
much pain with any other whips, he would have been seriously scarred and
bloodied all over.
	 I'd done my best for him, I just hoped it was enough and that he
now felt like the Benjy I knew and loved.
	I knew what he would feel like when I removed the gag so I ran
upstairs to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water so it would be handy
when it came out. The butt plug was the first thing to be removed, followed
by the helmet, and lastly the gag, and I'd been right, the first word out
of his mouth was a dry raspy. "Water!"
	I quickly opened the bottle and held it to his lips while he drank
his fill of the frigid liquid.
	"You can cum now if you like," I said, just for something to break
the post scene tension that always seemed to exist no matter how well
things had gone, but to my amazement I'd no sooner got the words out of my
mouth when I felt something warm and wet hit me, and looking down confirmed
that he was indeed cumming, all over my leg.
	"How you feeling now?" I asked him when he finally stopped drinking
and shooting.
	"Can I ask you for three more favors?" He asked, his voice still a
little hoarse.
	"Shoot," I said. "No guarantees, but I'll try."
	"First thing I want, is a kiss."
	I gladly granted him his wish.
	"That was easy enough, now what?" I asked after we broke the kiss.
	"Take me to your bed, and fuck me hard!" Was his reply, his voice
almost pleading.
	I quickly unhooked him, led him to my bed, and granted his second
wish, but when I finished I said. "I know you've still got one more wish
coming, but I've got a really early and hectic morning, do you think we can
possibly put it off until later?"
	"Sure," he said. "It's not something that is going to happen right
at this moment anyhow."
	"What is it then?" I asked, my curiosity having been aroused.
	"Will you promise to do all this to me again?"
	"What!" I shrieked.
	"No, not right now, maybe not ever," he said quickly. "But if you
or I ever feel that I'm forgetting what you taught me here tonight, will
you remind me?"
	"Sure bud," I said. "So I guess you feel a little better then?"
	"Tons better, in a few hours you brought me back to reality and
reminded me just how painful all this stuff really is. I can never repay
you for that, but if I ever feel myself loosing touch with it again, I want
you to bring me back here and show me how it feels again. And I promise,
that if you see it happening before I do, all you have to do is say the
word and I'll be here in an instant."
	"Wow, I'm just glad you feel better now," I said. "Just how did you
come up with this whole idea anyhow?"
	"It came to me while Morgan was screaming at me over the phone, I
think it was just after the part about me using my slaves harder than I had
to and having forgotten just how much I was actually hurting them," he said
with a slight grin.
	"Well as long as it made you feel right with yourself, that's the
main thing, and yes I promise if you need it, or anything else again, well,
you should know by now, I'll always be here for you, promises or not."
	"I know," he said giving me a gentle kiss, and them adding. "You
know, you may have just become a Master, but already you're a great
one. Every lash you gave me tonight had me ready to safe word as it landed,
but you kept it just right, so that before I had time to decide to use the
signal, the pain would fade enough that I would convince myself that I
could stand to take one more before I gave the sign. You kept me right on
the edge of my limits for the whole scene."
	"Coming from you, that's a real compliment," I said, and then
asked. "You want a lift home now?"
	"Can I stay with you for the rest of the night? Roger won't mind."
	Sure, if you want, but we'll have to set the alarm clock for pretty
early, unless you want to be seen leaving and have to answer a lot of
questions."
	"No problem," he said. "As much as I hate waking up early, it's
worth it to be here with you tonight."
	I set my clock for as late as I dared, and after a little more
talking, we both fell asleep each held tightly in the other's arms.
	The alarm jolted us from our slumber, and I felt like a sack of,
well you know, but Benjy was instantly wide-awake and almost hyper. I
didn't know if it would last, but for now at least, he'd won the battle
with his demons, and he seemed ready to take on the world. He stood beside
the bed and stretched his arms above his head, and turning his back to me
asked,
	"So, how's it look, am I going to need stitches or anything?"
	"Hardly," I said. "But you may want to keep your vest and pants on
in public for the rest of the day, there's still a few faint welts but I
kept them where they'll be hidden under your gear."
	That must have been what he wanted to hear because he spun back
around and rewarded me with a huge smile followed by a hug and a kiss.
	"We'd better get going before somebody wakes up and sees you," I
said when we broke the kiss.
	He ran off to the basement to get his shorts and vest on and was
soon waiting for me at the front door.
	"You might want to take this off," I said, hooking a finger through
the ring on his black zero collar and giving it a little tug. "Wouldn't be
good for your image."
	"I guess not!" He said a little embarrassed for forgetting about
it. He took it off and was about to hand it to me when he stopped and
asked. "If I get a replacement for you, can I keep this one. I want to put
it someplace where I can see it every day, just as a reminder of what you
taught me last night."
	"Sure," I said. "That's a great idea."
	We got away unseen, and all the way to his place he chatted
excitedly how he was so happy that I'd pushed him so hard and how well I
handled the scene. It was all pretty embarrassing, so just as he was
getting out of the truck I told him.
	"You know... I wasn't nearly as cruel as I could have been to you."
	He turned and asked, "What do you mean?"
	"Not once through the whole scene did I call you Slave Benjamin."
	I could see him getting mad for a millisecond, and then smiling
from ear to ear he said. "Thanks for everything buddy."
	"Any time dude."
	He shut the door and ran happily towards their house, looking like
the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and I guess, to
his mind at least, it had been.

	I knew the grocery wholesaler out by the interstate would be open
early for the local restaurants to pick up there daily supplies before
their breakfast crowd arrived, so I drove out there and picked up the
slaves food order that the twins had called in to them yesterday. We
weren't giving them fine dining, but it wouldn't exactly be gruel, although
there was oatmeal being served for breakfast every other day.
	Once breakfast was out of the way I sent Benjy's three slaves out
to scout around for the best spot to start putting in the garden and the
twins and I began the sign in and preliminary testing of the boy's who'd
arrived yesterday. The whole batch of them were at least partially trained
so things went smoothly, and just as we were finishing up the three boys
returned to report they'd found a good spot for plowing and planting, and
also informed me that I had a swimming hole on my property that I hadn't
known about. It was then I realized that I aside from the house and other
buildings I now owned, I hadn't even seen my land, in fact I don't think
I'd gone fifty feet from the main compound since I'd been there.
	I picked up Caleb after lunch and we got started on the slaves
training. John's boys looked like they most needed the exercise, so they
got first duty as horsepower on the plough, with Caleb supervising and
using his whip skills to provide incentive for them to keep pulling once
they started to tire.  The other five boys worked at perfecting their slave
positions under the watchful eye of the twins while I attacked some
paperwork.
	
	About three the phone rang, and I saw right away that it was
Benjy's number so I picked up and asked.
	"What's up Benjy?"
	There was a brief silence and then I heard. "No, this is Roger;
Benjy's having a nap after his lunchtime show. I wanted to let you know
that I saw the marks you put on him last night."
	I almost soiled my pants both ways, but before I had time to, he
continued saying.
	"And I also saw the huge improvement in the way he felt this
morning, and well, I just wanted to call and say thanks for helping him."
	"Glad to do it," I said.
	"He came home this morning happier than I've seen him in ages, let
alone how he was yesterday, and well, I know I tend to be overly protective
of him sometimes so I was afraid you might be worried that I'd be mad at
you. I thought I'd call and say thanks and let you know that everything's
cool with me."
	"He told me it would be," I said. "Otherwise it wouldn't have
happened."
	"Well thanks again, talk to you later," he said, never being one to
say very much.
	"Ok, bye then," I said and the line went dead.

	The next call I got almost had me rolling on the floor. It was
Mr. Sanji, and as soon as he started to talk I immediately thought of the
sidekick in the movie Short Circuit. His accent and the strange way he put
words together were a ringer for the guy in the movie. He started by
saying.
	"Hello, how are you being this day?"
	I grinned and said. "I'm fine, I take it you've found out when the
boys will be arriving here?"
	"Yes very much," he said. "They are just being gone and the pilots
did say it will be taking twenty hours to be getting there."
	I knew I couldn't keep this up much longer without losing it so
trying to cut it short I said. "Ok then, I'll figure it out and be waiting
for them to arrive. I'll let you know if there are any problems and when to
start making arrangements for their return."
	"Very very good," he said. "You are knowing it is the middle of the
nighttime here, I go home to my bed now."
	"Ok, bye then, I'll talk to you later."
	"Very very good. I'll being talking to you." And he hung up.

	I had no idea how to convert the times, but I couldn't stand much
more of the conversation and not start laughing, so I hung up the phone and
called Marc.
	  "Hello, how are you being this day?" I asked Marc when he
answered the phone.
	There was nothing but silence so I continued. "I just got a call
from Mr. Sanji and the plane just took off. Think you can help me figure
out what time to pick them up? It's supposed to take them twenty hours to
get here."
	"Sure" He said. "I take it Mr. Sanji was spoken funnily at you."
	"You got that right." I chuckled. "I almost lost it."
	"Hold on a second I'll figure it out," he said and the line went
dead.
	"Boy do I ever feel dumb." He laughed when he came back on. I
looked up the time difference and started figuring everything out before I
realized that I didn't have to. Its three thirty here now, and it's a
twenty hour trip so they should be here around eleven thirty tomorrow."
	"Oh man, don't feel bad, I thought I needed to know the time
difference too, but now that you put it that way it makes sense."
	"Well just in case you ever do need it it's eleven hours."
	"Thanks Marc, that'll keep me from calling him in the middle of the
night.  I guess he must have loaded them into the plane about two thirty in
the morning their time."
	"Yes, I don't think you'd better expect too much from them for at
least the rest of the day tomorrow. Leaving at two thirty in the morning,
eleven hours of time difference and a twenty hour flight in a cargo plane
ride, they'll be fried when they finally get here."
	"I'm sure they'll be a tired bunch of boys," I said. "I'll just
feed them and put them right to bed, won't even bother to try and sign them
up until at least Thursday."
	"Good idea."
	"Thanks for the help Marc; I'll know how to figure it out myself
next time."

	We said our goodbyes and I went to warn Bryon and Byron that there
would be another ten hungry mouths to feed at lunch tomorrow.
	"I just hope at least one of them knows how to cook!" Bryon said.
	"I promise, if none of them can, I'll go into town and find a
street boy or someone to hire for the job." I told him.
	We'd planned to leave the cooking up to the slaves but as luck
would have it, all the slaves here so far ranged from inept to downright
dangerous in the kitchen, and I knew the twins were right, they didn't
really have time to be cooks and trainers both.
	
	Marc and I had been right, it was a tired and motley bunch of boys
I picked up at the airport the next day. They were all nearly asleep on
their feet and I didn't think I'd get them into the truck before they
passed out from the effects of the grueling trip. All but one that is. One
of the smallest of the group didn't seem tired at all, and in fact he
bordered on being hyper. He was scurrying back and forth helping his fellow
travelers to make it into the truck, and anything else he could do for
them. I was beginning to think that he'd didn't belong with us and had
snuck over to our group after getting off a comfortable commercial flight
or something, when one of the other tired boys noticed me looking in
amazement at the little whirlwind and said. "He always is being like that
Sir."
	"So he does belong with us then?"
	"Oh yes, very much Sir, but do not be asking me how he is doing
it."
	When I got home and opened the back door of the truck I wasn't
surprised when the little dynamo was the first one out, but he went back
repeatedly to wake his fellow travelers and help them from the truck and
into the barracks.
	"That is being the last one," he said as he came back out of the
barracks and stood in front of me after he'd taken the final boy in.
	It was the first time he'd stopped long enough for me to get a look
at him, and not only was he a ball of energy, but I noticed as he stood
looking up at me smiling with perfect white teeth, that he had a really
cute face to boot. He had finer features than what I'd seen on the rest of
his group, with dark brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with excitement, and
a beautiful skin color, not too dark, just slightly browner than a good tan
on a Caucasian boy.
	"I don't suppose you know how to cook?" I asked him.
	His smile got even bigger and he said, "Oh yes Sir, very very good
cook."
	"Just your own countries food though. Right?"
	"Oh no Sir, all kind of food."
	"How did you learn to do that?" I asked thinking there must be a
misunderstanding because this sounded way too good to be true.
	"Mr. Sanji have very very big place, many many rooms. People from
all over world want food in rooms."
	"He had room service there then."
	"Yes Sir, room service. Answer phone, say room service, people tell
what want, cook make, boy bring to room."
	"So you worked in the kitchen then."
	"No Sir, well I not supposed to, but I like to cook, in time
between men, if I make cook feel happy, he let me help him and show me
how."
	"Oh, I think I get it now," I said. "So you can really cook food
from all over the world then."
	"Oh yes Sir."
	"I looked skyward and quietly said "Thank you" before asking
him. "How would you like to cook here too?"
	"I like very very much Sir, I do good job, you see."
	We barely managed to get the nine of them fed without any drowning
in their soup. Usually the slaves had to wash their own dishes, and take
turns doing the cooking pots, but this lot was so burned out we just put
them right to bed, all except our new cook who washed his own dishes and
all those of the others before even considering having a rest.
	I heard him saying to Byron. "You wake up in time, make supper."
	Byron looked over to me totally confused so I walked over and
said. "He wants you to wake him up in time for him to help you make
supper."
	"Really?" Asked Byron with a look of relief on his face. "You have
my word kid, I'll wake you in time."
	The boy quickly went over to a bunk hopped in and appeared to
instantly go to sleep.
	"Who was that?" Asked Byron after the boy had gone.
	"Hopefully that was our new cook, at least until he and the rest of
his group are trained. Let him help you with supper and watch him to see if
he knows what he's doing."
	"Gladly!" Said Byron with a grin. "But even if he doesn't know
anything I'm not sure I'll tell you about it."
	I smiled back at him and said. "I don't think I'd blame you a bit
if you didn't, but on second thought, come and get me when you're about to
start making the meal."
	"What, you don't trust me?" He asked with a smile.
	"No, of course I trust you, it's just that judging from what I've
seen of this little guy so far I have a hunch that you showing him how to
make supper is going to be a performance I won't want to miss."
	"Whatever you say boss," he said, "You can even be the one to try
and wake him up, but by the look of his friends, now that he's asleep I'm
not too sure you'll be able to get him going again until at least tomorrow
morning."
	"We'll see," I said as I went back to work.
	My hunch paid off, and watching the new boy "help" Byron make
supper was priceless. It was even funnier than talking to Mr. Sanji had
been yesterday. I had an idea what to expect but Byron was amazed.
	His first shock was when we both approached the boy's bunk to wake
him up. We were still about ten feet from the bed when I saw his eyes shoot
open, and by the time we were at his bedside he was standing up straight
waiting for us.
	"We make supper now?" He asked looking wide-awake.
	"You should ask are we making supper now?" I corrected him. "That's
the right way to say it in our language."
	"Thank you Sir," he said and then repeated. "Are we making supper
now?"
	"Yes we are," said Byron, still a little shocked that the boy
wasn't just awake but alert and couldn't wait to get started.
	I watched as Byron showed him around the kitchen and explained to
him what he was planning to make. The boy listened in silence, and when
Byron had finished they washed their hands and both of them went to
work. About five minutes later Byron gave up trying to stay out of his way
and just walked over and stood beside me, yielding the kitchen to the boy
that appeared to be our new cook.
	"If I tried to prepare food that fast I wouldn't have any fingers
left by the end of the day," he said looking on in awe of the boy working
away with lightning speed.
	Well, unless all the slaves drop dead from food poisoning tonight I
think we've got a cook for a while," I said.
	"Ain't gonna happen," he said. "I was watching him closely, he's
not just fast, he's good."
	He was so fast in fact that Byron and I had to go tell everyone
that supper would be half an hour early tonight. I watched the boys as they
started to eat and they were all more than happy with the food. Byron
explained to me later that the boy had asked him where all the other boys
there were from, and once he found out he started adding things that Byron
would never have thought of, and ended up with a single pot of stew that
all the boys thought was home cooking from their own country, and after
tasting some myself, I had to agree with them.
	When the meal was over he started to wash his cooking equipment,
and I was about to tell him he didn't have to, when to my surprise one of
the other slaves who had just finished washing his own plate told him that
someone else would clean the cooking stuff and suggested the boy go back to
sleep. Usually it was an ordeal to get the boys to do the pots and pans,
almost always requiring the mention of flogging, but they had enjoyed the
meal so much that they were actually arguing over who got to do the kitchen
cleanup.
	After warning all the slaves to leave the new boys alone tonight
and let them get caught up on their sleep, I went back into the house where
Bryon had our supper ready and told what I'd witnessed to them.
	"Do you think he's doing it to try to get out of the training or
something?" Caleb asked when I'd finished relating the story.
	"Anything's possible," I said. "Somehow I really doubt it, but I
guess we'll know more after we sign them up and do the preliminaries on
them tomorrow."
	We talked shop for a while, but I couldn't take my mind off our new
cook, and even after I'd taken Caleb home and gone to bed I kept seeing the
boy's cute face smiling up at me every time I closed my eyes. Even after I
finally managed to fall asleep, he dominated my dreams.

	In the morning I sent Bryon out to wake the boy and get him started
with breakfast, but he returned a few minutes later and reported that he
was already up and had the food half prepared.
	I went to pick up Caleb, and as soon as we returned Byron and I set
about signing in the new boys. We'd set up a system where one of the twins
would enter all the slave's information into the computer and get them into
the correct collar and cuffs, then send them in one at a time to me where
I'd talk to them for a while to determine if they really wanted to be here,
followed by stripping and chaining them up spread eagled, giving them a few
lashes and the like to gauge their reactions, mostly to see if it aroused
them or not. It was supposed to be a requirement for the boys to be sent
here, and appeared to have been followed in all the cases so far, but we
did have some ideas to try if a boy ever failed to get hard from the pain.
	It didn't surprise me in the least that the first boy to be sent in
to me was our new cook, still in his ratty clothes, but now sporting a full
set of black wrist and ankle restraints and one of our brown collars with
the number one on it. He smiled when he saw me, and said. "Good morning
Sir."
	"Good morning. I see you're the first today," I said, just making
small talk.
	"The others be a bit frightened so I said I be go first," he said,
flashing that smile again.
	"Aren't you afraid too?" I asked.
	"I be only afraid of not pleasing you Sir," he said.
	"Damn, this is going to be a long interview." I though as I told
him to take a seat across the desk from me and give me the paper that Byron
had printed for him.
	"So your name is Anand I see," I said to him.
	"Yes Sir, it was, but now it is brown one."
	"That's only while you're here, besides Anand is too nice of a name
to give up."
	"Thank you Sir, it means happiness."
	I asked him a bunch more questions and he proved that he was very
aware of why he was here, and very happy about it. It was time to move on,
so I told him I wanted him to strip off all his clothes and put them into
the bag I gave him with his color and number marked on the outside. Many of
the boys were apprehensive about this part but before I could stand and
walk around the desk he was naked and had everything in the bag.
	It was a good thing I hadn't strayed to far from the desk because
after one look at him I needed it for support. I've seen thousands of naked
boys since I'd come to Peckertown, and I thought I'd become totally jaded
by it, but seeing him standing there in all his glory almost buckled my
knees. I quickly looked down at his paperwork to double-check his age
before returning my gaze to him.
	For some reason I always check out other boys from the top of the
head down, and usually I find something I don't like by the time I get to
their necks, and have never got past one's waist, but aside from slightly
knobby knees this boy was flawless. I already knew his face was beautiful,
but after seeing the rest of him, it was no longer outstanding, it just
matched perfectly with the rest of him.
	"Are you sure you're only eleven?" I asked, thinking that with a
body like his he had to be a small fourteen or fifteen year old.
	"Yes Sir, very very sure," he said.
	I looked him over again and in a few spots I could see that he was
telling the truth, his height was right, his biceps weren't as developed as
they'd be for an older boy, and on closer inspection I noticed that he was
totally hairless from the neck down. I found myself staring at his small
but well-defined pectoral muscles and the large, erect, dark brown nipples
protruding from them. I was almost hypnotized by whose two little nubs, and
they seemed to be begging to be sucked, clamped, fondled, and a few hundred
other things I could think of.
	Moving my view down from there, I took in his wonderful stomach,
with just enough of a six-pack to give it a nice shape, no grotesque deep
ridges like a bodybuilder, just a bunch of gorgeous firm ripples that were
sending all the right messages to my rapidly growing erection. He had a
navel that was just the kind I liked, sort of a shallow innie, but folded
closed and not looking like a gaping hole. Below that was the nice flat V
of his abdomen followed by what looked like at least a four inch flaccid
penis with a slight bend to his right, backed by a large pair of balls that
were hanging at least three inches down from his body.
	I looked back up at his face, feeling a little embarrassed and
unprofessional for staring at him, but he was just standing there smiling
at me as if this happened to him all the time, which if men routinely saw
him naked I'm sure it did.
	"Has anyone ever told you that you're a very beautiful boy." I
asked him once I'd regained my voice.
	"Yes Sir, but I not believe them. But if you say it is being so it
must be," he said with a smile and slight blush.
	I couldn't tell if he was sucking up or making a pass at me, so
having regained some of the use of my legs I stepped forward and cradling
his rather large balls in my hand and giving them a slight squeeze I asked
him. "Do these make white stuff yet?"
	"Oh no Sir. I am still being too little, maybe in a year I am
hoping."
	"Wow, this kids hung like this now, what's he going to be like
then? I thought to myself as I felt the weight of his balls in my hand. I
came back to the present, and realized that I'd better get moving, so I
quickly said.
	"I'm going to tie you up over there and whip you a bit, and do a
couple other things to you so I can see how you react."
	He looked over at the chains dangling from the spreader bar and
coming out of the floor and said. "You not have to tie me, I will be
staying still."
	He walked into position and spread himself as if he was fastened
and waited patiently for me to continue. There was no way he'd be able to
take what was coming unrestrained, but I appreciated his spunk and decided
to let him at least try it. I reached out and took his wonderful full
nipples between my fingers and gave them a vicious squeeze, followed by a
twist. He flinched slightly but didn't even come close to lowering his
outstretched arms. His only discernable movement was his penis growing
another inch.
	I knew the whip would get him moving so I picked it up and started
to work his back, but even after I'd built up to some very hard lashes the
arms still didn't move. I walked around in front of him, and what I saw
scared me. The look on his face was pure rage and made me wonder for a
moment if he was about to attack, and if he could, kill me, but once he
noticed me the look disappeared instantly and the smile returned.
	I'd seen a lot of slaves in my life and I thought I'd seen it all,
but a boy who could stand and take lashes like that unrestrained without
moving, and that look, were both new to me.
	He was fully hard now, and he was huge, maybe not Benjy, but in a
couple years, or even less, I think he'd be able to give him a run for his
money. It was pretty obvious by now that he was going to fit in here pretty
well, although that look still had me a little spooked, so I decided to
give him one more test, more out of curiosity than anything.  When I
removed the latex glove from the dispenser and snapped it on my hand he
looked my way and gave me a huge grin and turned his head so he could look
at me while I sized him up.
	I shoved a finger where I knew there should be a tight waiting
hole, but feeling no resistance whatsoever I was about to bend down and
look when suddenly it felt like somebody's hand tightly grabbed onto my
finger. It startled me so much I tore my finger back out before I realized
that no one's hand had grabbed me, it was just the most amazing display of
anal muscle control I'd ever seen in my life. He grinned and giggled some
before saying.
	"Sorry Sir. I did not mean to be scare you."
	"I'm just glad I didn't stick something else up there," I said,
shuddering just from the thought of it being grabbed unexpectedly like
that.
	"I know Sir, many many men scream when I do to them. It and cook
food was being only fun I be having then."
	"I can imagine. Well you're done now, and you did very well, you
are an amazing boy and I'd be proud to have you as my slave," I said. "You
can go and relax for a while now until I finish with the others."
	"Can I stay and be helping you?" He asked with a pleading look on
his face.
	"Sure," I said. "It might make it less stressful for the others if
you're here, go call in the next boy."
	Nine more boys came through the room, and although they all
answered the questions and passed the tests, none were anywhere near as
amazing as Anand. In any other context they would have been classified by
anyone as really cute boys, but with Anand in the room at the same time,
they were like a nice painting hanging beside a masterpiece.
	It was almost eleven thirty when we finished the last boy, but
Anand stayed behind, and when I finally suggested he'd better start making
the slaves lunch he walked up to me and said. "Sir, I would be very much
happy for you to be my Master."
	With that said he turned and ran out the door to begin making
lunch. Over our lunch in the kitchen I told my audience of non-believers
what had gone on in the room with Anand, and they all agreed that I needed
some time off, and that I must be beginning to hallucinate or
something. There was no way to convince them, so I changed the subject
slightly and asked Caleb if he'd ever seen a slave under the lash get an
expression on their face looking like they wanted to kill somebody.
	"I've seen them look pissed off on the rare occasion, and I think
that if they weren't bound at the time they might attack, why?"
	"Well, like I told you, even if you didn't believe me, when I was
flogging Anand he got this really cold and violent look on his face, but
the scariest part was that he wasn't bound at the time, and he didn't
budge."
	"I'm not saying I believe your story, but just on the odd chance
that you aren't lying, yes, that would be really scary, and I sure don't
have an explanation for it."
	"Another strange thing was that when he saw me looking at him, he
snapped right out of it and gave me a warm friendly smile." I added.
	"Wow," said Caleb. "That is weird, but I guess it means that
whoever he has all the rage and hate for, it isn't you."
	"What would you do?" I asked.
	"I'd have a long quiet talk with him. Why not take him to bed with
you tonight, you know, just to talk," he said with a grin, accompanied by
the giggles of the twins.
	"Well, if you guys insist..." I said grinning back at all of them.
	"Ya, like we need to twist your arm," said Byron.
	"Just keep an eye on him this afternoon guys, I still haven't
figured out if he's scamming us or just what he's up to, I tend to think
he's legit, but I can't be sure yet."
	"Oh we'll keep an eye on him alright, you aren't the only one who
thinks he's cute you know." Laughed Bryon.
	"I'd better get the boys paperwork in to Sheriff Whitewater," I
said getting up from the table. "I should have had it to him yesterday but
in their condition the interviews would have been impossible. I hope he'll
understand."
	"I think he will," said Caleb. "He's always been pretty cool about
things any time I've had dealings with him."

	Caleb was right, although I was supposed to do the interviews and
get the paperwork to him immediately in exchange for not having to call him
out to the airport to check things every time some new boys arrived he
understood why it had taken so long, and told me not to sweat it if it
happened again. We went over the paperwork and I told him what I'd learned
in the interviews and that there appeared to be no reason that the boy's
couldn't be sent back home after their training was completed.
	"Just what would happen if one of the boys didn't want to go home?"
I asked, just out of curiosity.
	"Well if he was afraid to go, and had a good reason, we'd be able
to get him protected under refugee status," he said.
	"But what if one just wanted to stay?"
	"Well, that would get a little dicey, but I think we could think of
something," said the sheriff, obviously coming up with a plan in his head
already. "You got somebody in mind?"
	Up until the point where he asked, I honestly hadn't been talking
about any boy in particular, just getting an idea of what would happen if
it did occur, but as soon as the question was out of his mouth I
immediately remembered what Anand had said earlier when he told me. "Sir, I
would be very much happy for you to be my Master."
	"Well, I hadn't been thinking about anybody specific, but now that
you asked, we've got one boy out there with us right now, I'm not sure if
he'd want to stay, but from what I've seen so far, I'd sure be glad to have
him here," I said.
	I went on explaining about our need for a cook and how Anand had
filled the need so perfectly.
	"He's only eleven, is he really that good of a cook?" Asked the
Sheriff.
	"I'd put him up against that fancy high cost chef they got out at
the Jorgenson Inn any day," I said.
	"And you're thinking about buying him from this Mr. Sanji character
that sent him here?"
	"No, like I said, I hadn't thought about it until you asked. I'm
sure I don't have the money for that kind of stuff anyhow, but he would be
handy to have around."
	"Well," said the sheriff. "Just as a hypothetical, anything like
that is under the Feds jurisdiction, and they don't really like dealing
with minors, but lets say he stayed in a town with a dumb hick Sheriff who
was too thick to realize the boy was even there, once he turned eighteen,
he'd have a good chance to get citizenship. It sounds like he's got some
skills that would help, can he talk and write American?"
	"I don't know if he can write, but he knows enough of the language
to make himself understood, and I guess he'd be pretty good at it by the
time he was eighteen."
	"He'd probably do alright then, nothing's ever a sure thing when
you're dealing with the Feds, but I'd bet money they'd accept him, and I'd
also bet I wouldn't even know he was here," he said with a big grin.
	"I'm afraid I'm just wasting your time though Sheriff. I'm sure his
Master would want way more for him than I could ever afford. Not only that,
I don't even know if he'd want to stay here anyhow, and I sure wouldn't
force him."
	"I know you wouldn't son, that's the only reason this conversation
has gone on as long as it has, and don't be so sure you couldn't come up
with the money to buy him, when I was in 'Nam, kids were a dime a dozen. I
wasn't into it myself, but some of the GIs bought and sold them, a lot of
them just for doing their laundry and stuff, others, well I guess that's
why the stuff that goes on around here doesn't bother me much."
	"Well thanks for your time, but I still think I probably just
wasted a bunch of it on you," I said as I got up to leave."
	"Any time son," he said, and then getting a huge grin on his face
he added. "There is one more way he could become a citizen, with the change
in the laws, I doubt he'd even have to wait till he's eighteen."
	"How's that?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to hear the
answer.
	"Well, you could always marry the boy," he said with a smile from
ear to ear.
	"Now you're really getting ahead of yourself," I said, no doubt
blushing.
	"Just letting you know your options son." He laughed.

	I'd had some dumb assed things pop into my head in my life, but
this one took the cake. I knew it couldn't happen, so I tried, and
partially succeeded in putting it out of my mind as I drove home, but I
just couldn't quite force it out completely.
	At supper that night I asked the others what they'd found out, and
although none had found any proof one way or another what the boy was up
to, they all agreed that he appeared to be legit and not just scamming us
with his eagerness act.
	"He's sure not doing it to get out of work," said Caleb. "He's
doing all the cooking, and he's still the first in line for any of the
other training we've been giving his group. The other boys that came with
him all seem to react like that's just the way he's always been. I'm sure
if it was an act that he was putting on for our benefit they'd give some
indication that he was acting differently."
	"Ya." Added Bryon. "If it's anything unpleasant, he's the first in
line, but if it's something the slaves like to do, he lets the rest of his
group go first."
	"So it looks like he's not conning us then." I asked.
	"I don't think he is. Said Byron, then he grinned and
added. "So... do you think you're going to bed him tonight? Just to talk of
course."
	"I'd like to..." I said, "But one problem with taking this job
after living in the slave barracks for so long is, well..."
	"Adam, right?" Asked Caleb.
	"Yea." I admitted. "I know he's just a slave, and as such, I
shouldn't worry about it, but..."
	"You don't want to hurt his feelings." Caleb finished the sentence
for me.
	"Bingo." I answered.
	"I wouldn't worry about it," said Bryon. "We talked a bit about it
when we were setting up this place, and he understands and doesn't expect
anything from you."
	"He knows that you weren't expecting all this to happen." added
Byron. "He was just happy you brought him out here early and you guys had
the chance to have those few nights together, I'm sure that as soon as he
goes back to the barracks he'll move on and find somebody else."
	"I know, but..."
	"They're right you know, but if it'll help any Matt's been teasing
me about when I'm going to be bringing home some work from the office, if
you like I'll take Adam home with me tonight. It'll sure teach Matt a
lesson, and I think once he got over the initial surprise it would be a
pretty good time. It's not like we haven't done a three way before."
	"I couldn't ask you and Matt to do that for me," I said.
	"For you? I was trying to figure out how to ask you if I could
borrow a slave for the night anyhow, you just gave me an opportunity and
saved me having to choose which one to take," he said with a grin.
	"Not only that..." Added Bryon.
	"You want to bed one too, I told you guys from the start it was
alright if the boy didn't object, even if he did object some, as long it
didn't turn into a rape."
	"We know that," said Byron. "But when you weren't doing it... well
it just didn't feel right."
	"So who have you had your eye on." I asked Byron.
	"Well a couple of the boys in Segundo's group are kinda cute," he
said blushing slightly.
	"You want both of them for yourself?"
	"Well, they are kinda small," he said looking down at the floor.
	The rest of us cracked up and we were still laughing when Benjy and
Roger made a surprise appearance.
	"We miss something?" Asked Benjy.
	"Na, we were just talking shop," I said. "It's good to see you,
what brings you guys out this way?"
	"Thought I'd better bring these out to you," he said butting a box
full of whips on the table. "I got you some extra's too in case you get
more staff or wear these ones out. Sorry it took so long, but it's been a
crazy week."
	"You're keeping busy then?"
	"Busy isn't the word for it. Dad bought the building next door and
we've been going nuts trying to get the wall knocked out and everything
else done so we can have it ready for tomorrow night. He wanted it done at
least enough so we can have extra seating available for the weekend,
otherwise we were afraid we might have a riot on our hands when the crowds
found out they couldn't get in."
	"Think you'll have it finished in time?" I asked.
	"Oh yea, it'll be done, you know what Dad's like when he gets going
on a rush project, and you always though that I was the only slave driver
in the family."
	Right on cue his cell phone rang and when he hit talk everyone in
the room could hear Elija's voice yelling "Benjamin, where the hell are
you!"
	"Gotta go he said as he shut off the phone, but we're having a big
grand opening at the club Saturday night, can you guys make it?"
	"Sure, at least some of us can, we'll have to see how the slaves
are acting that day to see if we have to leave anyone here." I told him.
	"Well make sure you're there," he said to me. "You're the guest of
honor, but the place will be packed, so park out back, I'll have a slave
stand in a parking spot and save it for you."
	"Do you need Adam Nate and Kyran back for back the night, I can
bring them along with us if you like."
	"Wouldn't hurt, it'll give them a chance to make a few bucks
too. You might want to bring one of the other slaves for yourselves too,
we're expecting a huge crowd, and slaves will be at a premium."
	"Sounds like fun," I said.
	"Ok then, see you Saturday night, we gotta go."
	Do you think we'll all be able to go?" Asked Byron after they'd
left.
	"Should be alright, unless we have some major problems in the next
couple days. Morgan's pair seem pretty bright and well behaved, we'll just
leave them in charge and let them know that if we hear of any problems when
we get back they'll find out what those two cables and hooks are hanging
down in the middle of the barracks for."
	"That'll work," said Caleb "They'll probably be better behaved than
when we're here."
	"You guys want to go pick out the boys you want for tonight and
tell Adam, Nate, and Kyran about working the party at the club while you're
at it?' I said looking at Byron and Bryon. "And you may as well get Anand
and Adam cleaned up and bring them back here with you too."
	They didn't even wait around long enough to answer me and were out
the door in a flash running toward the barracks at full speed.
	"You want some shorts to put on Adam?" I asked Caleb.
	"Don't bother, I'd just have to take them off him later anyhow,
besides, if he follows me into the house naked it'll help the shock factor
when Matt sees him."
	"A leash then?" I asked. "Just so Matt knows what you're doing with
him there, like it's not just a social visit."
	"Good idea, you got any kicking around."
	"Sure there's lots of them in the basement. Help yourself."
	After dropping Caleb and Adam off to shock Matt I hurried home to
where I knew Anand would be waiting for me. I found them in the living
room, the twins, Anand and the four of John's boys, but not Carlos's little
brother.
	"No Segundo?" I asked, a little surprised by the twin's choice
since I considered him to be about the cutest of the five.
	"He always acts like he expects special treatment because of who
his brother is." explained Bryon.
	"Of course he never gets it, but tonight we decided to give it to
him. He gets to spend the night alone in the slave quarters, while his
amigo's are in here having fun in a nice soft bed," said Byron.
	"Good plan," I said. "And how is Anand tonight?"
	"Very good Sir, and very happy be chosen be here," he said,
snapping to the present position as he spoke.
	"Elbows not quite as far back," I said correcting his
position. "Too far back and it stretches your chest too tight."
	He corrected his posture, and as his elbows came forward his chest
looked much better as his small pecks regained their definition.
	"You look much more beautiful like that," I said, my compliment
earning me one of his killer smiles.
	"Come!" I said as I turned and started immediately heading for my
bedroom. He had quite a gap to close to get the spacing right, but even
without running by the time I'd taken two steps I could sense that he was
exactly the right distance behind me. Even when I tested him a bit and
varied my speed slightly he still kept in the correct place.
	It was actually a bit early to be going go to bed, but contrary to
what the twins and Caleb might think, I really did want to talk to the
boy. Once inside my room I stopped and he moved into a position in front of
me and resumed present, and I noticed that this time he had it perfect.
	"Very good," I said as I stepped over and closed the door. "Enough
practice for now, you can relax."
	"Thank you Sir. What would you be liking me to do now?"
	"What would you like me to do now," I said in a voice that he now
recognized as the one I used when I corrected his grammar.
	"What would you like me to do now?" He corrected himself.
	"I'm going to undress, and then we'll hop into bed and talk for a
while."
	He looked like I'd just slapped him and said. "Just talk Sir?"
	"We'll get to that later, but first I want to learn more about you
if I may?"
	"Yes Sir, I'll tell you whatever you do want."
	"I'll tell you whatever you want." I corrected again, noting that
he never got frustrated by my corrections, and seemed determined to get it
right.
	"I'll tell you whatever you want," he said, "Would you like me to
undress you?"
	"I'll do it," I said. "No sense having you fumble around doing it."
	Again he looked saddened by my words and quietly said. "I don't
fumble Sir."
	I felt sorry for him; he looked so disappointed that I
said. "Alright you can do it if you want."
	He was right; he didn't fumble.  In fact he had me down to my
boxers quicker than I could have done it myself. He had some weird way with
the buttons and zippers that allowed him with one hand, and in a single
fluid motion to unfasten everything. He started with his hand at the top
button of my shirt and let it drop, only slightly slower than if it was
limp and being pulled down by gravity. It only felt like he was letting it
slide down the front of me, but just over a second later his long, and
obviously nimble fingers had all my buttons undone and my zipper lowered.
	"I tell you I no fumble," he said as he started to gently pull my
shirt off my shoulders. I was too dumbfounded to correct his grammar this
time.
	His final act was to kneel down in front of me as he carefully
lowered my boxers, and by the way he smiled up at me, he must not have been
too disappointed by what he saw.
	"Please Sir, a little bit, then I do talk all you like." He
pleaded.
	"Alright, just a little, but then we talk."
	Before I finished my sentence he had me in his mouth doing things
to me I never imagined were possible. The hardest thing I did that night
was to gently push his head back off of me, because I knew if I didn't, I
wouldn't be learning a thing about his past that night.
	Once we were comfortable in the bed I asked him to tell me about
his life to this point, and he did. His face glowed with happiness as he
started by telling me all he remembered about his life with his parents,
who were farmers in the low coastal plains of India. He obviously loved
them very much, and they him. He told me his parents always encouraged him
to try his best at anything he did, and supported him in any way they
could, always taking the time to teach him new things whenever the
opportunity arose.
	His look then became darker as he told me about the typhoon, and
how he and his parents got trapped and they each had to climb palm trees to
try and escape the rapidly rising storm surge. The last thing his father
had done after he'd gotten him safely to a tree was to make him promise
that if anything happened to his parents, he would make them proud of him
by always trying his hardest at anything he did in his life.
	His tears were just below the surface as he said. "Water came up,
water came down, whole village gone, just me left in only tree."
	I put my arms around him and held him as he sobbed for a short
time, and then sniffled, wiped his eyes and stoically continued his
story. He was only eight at the time, and there was so much devastation
that emergency workers never did come, so after a whole day in the tree
after the water receded he climbed down and made his way through the deep
mud out of what had been his village and went to the closest city.  It was
there, while begging for food on the streets, that he met Mr. Sanji and
after he offered him a place to stay, he'd been living there working as a
boy prostitute ever since.
	There wasn't much I could offer in the way of consolation after a
story like that, so I just let him rest for a while and then asked
him. "How do you like working for Mr. Sanji?"
	"It's ok, some customer be fun, but mean ones I not like, so I do
scare with them. Cook is nice man, he shows me much how to do," he said
with a distant look on his face.
	"How do you like it here?" I asked.
	"Very very much I like it here, get to be cook all the time," he
said, his voice instantly going from distant to happy. "Nice people here,
very very nice Sirs here."
	"So if you could, you'd stay here?"
	"Oh yes Sir, would like very very much you to be my Master," he
said, his eyes gleaming, but then they darkened and he said. "But can't
stay here, must go back to Mr. Sanji."
	"Why is that?" I asked, almost afraid of what the answer might be.
	"He be my Master," he said sadly. "I must go to him unless he say
so."
	"Do you think he would ever say to go somewhere else?" I asked.
	"Could be," he said. "I do not think he be liking me some time."
	"Why's that?" I asked.
	"Scare customers, not stay in room, always helping cook when he
want find me."  I held him close again, and I knew I had to at least see if
Sanji would consider selling him. I still doubted it could happen, even if
he did want to sell, I'm sure he'd want more than I had, so I didn't want
to say any more to Anand, and to make him forget what we'd been talking
about, we started to make love, and he showed me a few more of the tricks
he had up his sleeve, and I taught him a couple of mine.
	
When I woke in the morning, he was gone, and for a brief moment I thought
he may have run off in the night because of something I'd said to him, but
when I looked at my clock I realized that he would already be out in the
barracks cooking breakfast for the rest of the slaves. It was bad form for
a slave to leave his Masters bed without permission, but I knew he hadn't
been taught that yet, and I was thankful for the extra bit of sleep anyhow.
	I dragged my butt out of bed and started getting dressed, and for
some strange reason found myself wondering if Anand could do up buttons as
fast as he could undo them. I went immediately to pick up Caleb and Adam,
so that Adam wouldn't miss his breakfast with the other slaves. I could
tell that Adam had a pretty wild night with Caleb and Matt. There weren't
really any physical indications of it, unless you count the huge grin he
couldn't seem to get off his face. As we sat down at the table Caleb asked
me.
	"So how did your talk go with Anand last night?"
	"Pretty well I said, and before you ask we did have sex when we
finished, and he was awesome."
	"Cool," said Byron with a grin.
	The twins and Caleb went off to get the slaves started on their
days and I went to work on the mountain of progress reports on my desk,
although my heart wasn't really in it. I knew I had to call Mr. Sanji, but
I was so sure, and frightened, of the answer, I couldn't bring myself to
pick up the phone.
	Finally after staring at it for almost half an hour I picked it up
and dialed the number. It sounded like Mr. Sanji's voice, but I wasn't sure
so I asked to speak to Master Sanji just to be on the safe side.
	"I am Sanji," he said in his cheery voice. "But I am no
Master... more liking a Madam if I be anything." He laughed at his own joke
for a second and said. "I am not knowing any much things about this 'S'ing
and 'M'ing, I be knowing only many many foreign customers be willing pay me
very very much moneys for it. This must be Paulo, do you be having trouble
with my boys."
	"No, no serious trouble, but I do want to talk about one of them
with you."
	"I am betting it is that Anand, nothing but trouble that boy is."
	"Oh he causes you trouble too does he?" I asked hoping he would
take the bait.
	"Oh yes, very very much trouble, always running around, I can never
find him when he be having a customer waiting, he always being in kitchen
bothering cook, scare customers he not be liking half to death. Nothing but
troubles that boy," he said.
	"Well, we need a boy around here, you know, just for simple work,
and I actually had another boy in mind, but perhaps since this Anand is so
much trouble for you, I would consider taking him instead, if we can come
to a reasonable agreement."
	He'd backed himself into a corner and tried to bail himself out by
saying. "I am not knowing, I had to pay very very much moneys for that
one."
	"The other boy I talked to told me you picked up him and Sanji off
the streets," I said, cutting off his escape without tipping my hand.
	"Oh yes, I am remembering now, so many boys, I am forgetful of some
of them."
	So, do you have a price in mind?" I asked, trying to cut the chase
before he figured out what I really wanted. "I'll even pay whatever it cost
you to ship him here, and we're very busy right now, but I'll let you send
a replacement for training right away. If your price is good enough I may
even be able to squeeze in another ten more for you if you have enough boys
to be trained and you promise not to tell the other Masters."
	I could tell he was thinking and then he tried sweetening my end of
the deal saying. "The boys did paid their own trip over, so you won't be
having to be paying for that."
	"You had them put up the money for their own flight?" I asked in
shock.
	"Oh no, not money, but I am thinking the plane be flying itself
alone most of the way if you are knowing what I am saying," he said
chuckling slightly.
	"So, do you have a price in mind?" I asked again.
	"I am thinking I need to be having at least twenty five thousand
for him."
	My heart sank, like I knew it would, and I said. "I'm sorry, but
that's way too rich for me to pay for him."
	I was about to give up and say goodbye when he countered
with. "Perhaps twenty then?"
	My heart leapt back up as I realized there still may be hope, and
going back into barter mode I said. "That's still far too much money for
such a trouble maker, I offer to take a problem off your hands, and you
want me to give you that much for the honor of doing it. I'm insulted."
	"Perhaps you are being right, but I can not be going any more less
than ten thousand. He said. "That is so little, surely he is worth that to
you."
	It was still a lot right then, but I could at least cover that
amount so I said. "I'll have to think about it and talk it over with my
staff to see if they think he's worth that much, can I call you back in
about twenty minutes and let you know."
	"Yes certainly, I will be waiting your call."
	I hung up and quickly did some figuring on my calculator. I knew
that hiring anybody to do the cooking for the slaves would set me back at
least two hundred a week, so really, if Anand wanted to keep cooking for
the next year I could then start to pay him a wage. By the time he was
eighteen he'd have some money set aside, be able to get his citizenship,
and start a new life here.
	I knew I should consult Marc first, but right then I was more
concerned about how Anand felt about it, after all, it was his life we were
talking about here, Marc could yell at me later. I quickly went to the door
and screamed at the top of my lungs.
	"Anand! Get in here right now."
	I don't know where he had been, but he came running at full speed
in my direction, looking terrified thinking I was mad at him.
	"You aren't in trouble," I said as soon as he was close enough to
hear. "But I have to have a serious talk with you and we have to have it
right now."
	"Yes Sir," he said as he followed me into the office.
	"Were you serious last night when you said you wanted to stay here
and be our cook?"
	"Oh yes Sir. But I have to go back to Master. Sanji."
	"I was just talking to Mr. Sanji, and he's offered to sell you to
me, but he wants a lot of money for you, so I need to be sure it's what you
want."
	"Oh yes Sir, I want very much to be here and be having you own me."
	"I wouldn't own you." I explained. "And you would be free to go
whenever you want like all the other slaves here in Peckertown, they are
all slaves because they want to be, nobody owns them."
	"But I want you be my Master like to other slaves."
	"So even if you're free to go you still want to be my slave?"
	"Oh yes Sir, Very very much."
	"As my slave I'd expect you to be the best slave ever, and be very
hard on you if you make mistakes," I said, trying to make sure he
understood what I was saying.
	"Oh yes Sir, very best slave, very hard on me, even if not be bad."
	I still wasn't sure if he got it or not so I simplified it even
more and said. "What if I told you that you took too long to get here and
I'm going to give you fifty very hard lashes for taking too long?"
	"I go get whip be back very very fast," he said as he started to
bolt for the door but I managed to get him stopped again.
	It was obvious he had an understanding of what I was talking about;
we could sort out the details later. "So you're sure you want me to do this
and become your Master, even though you would really be free?"
	"Oh yes Sir, very much sure, and Master... I love you very very
much."
	"Ok then, I'll call him back now and buy you from him. It's a lot
of money, but it's worth it to have you around. We're definitely going to
have to work on your English though."
	"You know I will be trying my best for you Sir."
	"I know Anand, now I'd better call him back before he changes his
mind, go back to your training and I'll come find you when I get everything
sorted out with your owner."
	"Yes Sir, Anand go learn be best slave in world for Master Paulo."
And he turned and ran back to his training.
	"So you have decided then?" Asked Sanji.
	"Yes I'll buy him from you, can you fax copies of his paperwork to
me and then mail the originals, I'll need whatever you have for him."
	"Certainly, he has all papers, very legal. But can I be asking you
a question? Why did you not just be saying that the boy want to stay, as I
see agreement you could have boy for free?"
	"I know I could have done that. I may be a lot of things, but I'm
not a crook or a thief."
	"I am liking that about you, but you sure know how to make
deal. Everybody here be saying Americans cannot know how to argue price,
but you, you are taking a cake. I figure it out in your money and ten
thousand rupee is being only two hundred of your American dollars."
	I almost fell out of my chair, I though we were talking dollars
already, and he was talking something called a rupee, I guess it was his
native currency, and it must not have been worth much at all. I had to be
sure I wasn't misunderstanding him so I said.
	"Is that what it works out to, I hadn't figured it out yet."
	"Yes indeed, I do while I am waiting for you. You bought boy from
me for two hundred of your American dollars."
	I almost screamed with happiness. Two hundred dollars for a boy as
beautiful as Anand. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt, and for the sake of my
future business with him I decided to give him a last victory and said.
	"I hadn't realized the rupee was so low right now, and I don't want
to take advantage of a good customer like you, so why don't we make it an
even three hundred dollars for the boy, I'll take it off your final bill
for the training of the others."  He was overjoyed, and said he'd try to
find ten more suitable boys and send them as soon as his pilot friends were
coming this way again. He promised to fax and send Anand's paperwork right
away, and we said our goodbyes.
	"YAHOO!" I hollered as soon as I'd hung up the phone, and then
after pinching myself to see if I was dreaming, I went to give Anand the
news.
	It was a warm sunny day and he was outside the training area,
carefully practicing his positions with the rest of his group under the
watchful eye of Byron, so I walked up to him and said "come" and turned
around and walked away. I could feel him following correctly behind me as I
led him back into the house and once inside I told him to present. He did
it perfectly, just like I'd shown him last night, and once he had, I said.
	"I just bought you from Mr. Sanji. You never have to go back to him
or be anybody's slave again, unless you decide you want to be. You can take
as long as you want to decide."
	"I already know," he said. "I want to stay with you and being your
slave for as long as you will be wanting me Master."
	"I warn you again I will be very strict with you, and I'm sure
there will be times when I treat you in ways that you will hate me for."
	"I could never be hating you Master, only loving you more."
	"So you agree to be my slave from this moment on?"
	"Yes Master, for you I will be the best slave ever."
	"Very well, then I agree to accept you as my free slave, and to you
I promise to be the best Master ever."
	I stepped forward to where he was still presenting, wrapped my arms
around him and hugged him into a very long kiss. When we finally broke the
kiss I stepped behind him and unbuckled his collar and took it off him,
signifying that he no longer belonged to Mr. Sanji.
	"I will get you a new collar, as soon as I find one as beautiful as
the boy who will be wearing it for me."
	"Thank you Master, you be too kind."
	I gave him a light swat on the ass with the collar and said. "It's
thank you Master, you are too kind."
	"Thank you Master, you are too kind." He repeated.
	"Very good, now go back to your lessons and make me proud of you."
	"Thank you, I will Master," he said as he ran from the house to
rejoin the others.
	I knew if I told Marc over the phone what I'd done I'd have to
replace the speaker, so I found Caleb and told him I was going in to town
for a while and went to Marc's office. He and Daniel were both there
working frantically on getting The Little Leather Club renovations ready
for that night. I waited until Marc was finished arguing with a carpenter
over the phone, and when he was finally through he said.
	"I hope you didn't come here with more bad news for us."
	"Won't it be ready on time?" I asked.
	"It'll be ready, it's just that I have to keep reminding all the
contractors that it will be... over and over again. So what brings you into
town."
	"Well, I have something to tell you and I thought I should do it in
person."
	"Oh no. I don't like the sound of this already," he said.
	"That makes two of us," added Daniel.
	"I don't think it's that bad, I got a cook to make the meals for
the slaves."
	"That doesn't sound too bad, who'd you hire?"
	"Well, I didn't exactly hire him, I bought him."
	"You can't do that!" scolded Marc.
	"Yea, even I know it's illegal. Daniel said
	"I know," I said. "And don't worry I've already freed him, it's
like I didn't buy him for me, it's more like I bought his freedom from his
former Master and now that he's free he chooses to be my slave as well as
cook for the other slaves."
	"That's a little better, but you know that he can decide to leave
whenever he wants, do you think he'll stick around?" Asked Marc.
	"I sure hope so," I said.
	"Hmm." Hummed Daniel. "I detect something more than an employee
boss relationship here."
	"Yes, I love him, and I think he loves me too."
	"And just how much did this boy cost you."
	It was going better than I thought it would so I decided to string
them along a bit and said. "Fifteen thousand."
	Daniel's jaw dropped and Marc hit the roof, but before they could
speak I added "Rupees"
	"Fifteen thousand rupees, what the hell is that?" asked Daniel.
	"Three hundred dollars." I added with a grin.
	"You trying to give me a heart attack there boy?" Asked Marc.
	"No, just checking to see if you were listening," I said as I went
on to explain the situation as it had occurred.
	"That's all fine and good but can he cook?"
	"Well from what I've seen and tasted if that fancy high dollar chef
you guys hired for the Jorgenson Inn ever gets sick, this kid could fill
his shoes so well you'll hope the chef never gets well again. Only problem
is you'd have a barracks full of really pissed off slaves out to get you."
	"But is he cute?" Asked Daniel with a grin."
	"Na, he's so far past cute... he's more of the drop dead gorgeous
type."
	"Sounds like my kind of boy." Marc said. "You taking him to the
grand opening tomorrow night?"
	"Yea, bring him. He sounds like my kind of a boy too." Daniel said
with a lustful grin, looking over at Marc to gauge the reaction to his
payback.
	"You two are such a pair of tramps sometimes," I said in mock
disgust. "You haven't even met the boy and you're fighting over him
already. You can't have him though he's mine.  In fact I should already
have the bill of sale sitting in my fax machine to prove it."
	"Don't worry, we won't try to steal him from you." Marc said. "We
just like making each other jealous, it makes for a lot of fun when we make
up later. Besides, I think we're both happy that you've found someone
special, and we don't just mean for the cooking job."
	"Yea, I can't wait to meet him, he sounds pretty extraordinary."
Daniel said.
	"Oh he is, at least I sure think so." I blushed.
	"If he's stolen your heart this quickly, I'm sure he must be
exceptional." Marc said. "So what's the name of this boy you love so much?"
	"Anand, it means happiness."
	"Well, by the look on your face right now, it's the perfect name
for him." Grinned Daniel.  We talked for a few more minutes, but we all had
to get back to work, so we said our goodbyes, and after buying some clothes
that I hoped would fit Anand, I went back home. There was no doubt I
preferred him naked as much as possible, but I also wanted to have him near
me as often as I could, and although Peckertown had become pretty liberal,
there were still some places that didn't like having naked boys running
around.
	
For a moment I'd considered going to The Tasty Buns for lunch, but I
decided I'd best get back, something that I would soon regret. Don't get me
wrong, the twins were usually pretty good cooks, and I know they tried
their best, but ...well... this time it just didn't work, in fact it was so
bad that we all took our plates down to look for leftovers at the barracks.
	Fortunately Anand had enough to spare for us, and when we got back
into the house and started eating it, we all realized that it was stupid
for us to be having our own "special" food, when although it cost more than
what we budgeted for each slaves meal, didn't taste as good as what they
were getting. There were no objections at all, especially from the twins,
to my suggestion that from now on we start eating the same food the slaves
were.
	After that was decided I told them about my bizarre morning, and
informed them that effective tonight, Anand would be moving into the house,
but aside from that, his training would continue as usual, and he was to
get no special treatment, with the possible exception of being held to an
ever higher standard of excellence than we already set for our
trainees. Caleb and the twins all agreed it would be easy to do that,
because Anand already held himself to a much higher standard.
	That night in bed I told Anand about the party we were going to
attend, and gave him an idea what to expect, and what would be expected of
him. His speech was getting noticeably better every day, and now that he
was around us, and not Mr. Sanji, he was quickly picking up the correct way
to say things. I hoped that he never lost the sweet singsong way he talked,
but I could sure do without all the be, beings, and misplaced plurals that
Mr. Sanji had taught him by bad example.
	In the morning I told him that since Sunday was oatmeal day for
breakfast, and he would be having a late night on Saturday, he was to show
one of the other boys how to make it so he could sleep in for a
change. Later he told me there was a bit of a row about it when he told
them, but once he assured them he'd be back cooking for them by lunch, they
calmed down and he got a couple volunteers.
	Aside from the chores they were required to do every day, Saturday
and Sunday were free days for the slaves, with no training scheduled unless
one of us decided they needed more work on something they'd learned during
the week. They usually split their time between swimming in the pond, TV,
and every slaves favorite pastime, sex. I told Anand he could go swimming
with the others, but he insisted that we spend the afternoon practicing for
the party so that he would be sure to be perfect and make me proud of him.
	I ran him through everything I could think of that he might
encounter that night, and even on the first run through, with me watching
him like a hawk, he was almost perfect. I'm sure that only myself and
possibly Benjy would ever notice the very slight flaws, nit picks actually,
in his performance, but I knew he wanted to be absolutely perfect for me so
I pointed every minor fault out to him, and by the time he went to start
making supper he was flawless.
	I had him shower and prepare himself in one of the bathrooms in the
house, and once he was spotless inside and out, I set about trying some of
the costumes on him that I had around the house. Anything I tried, from
leather thongs to very short shorts, just detracted from his beauty, so I
decided that tonight, he would make his debut wearing just a light coating
of oil and his restraints. He looked a little out of place without a collar
but I hadn't had a chance to have a special one made for him yet, and he
was so good at following after the come command, it would help show off his
talents if he wasn't on a leash anyhow.
	
As promised there was a slave standing in a parking space at the rear of
the club when we got there, and when he recognized us he smiled and yielded
the spot to me. I opened the back door of the truck and the six excited
slaves filed out and I sent the rest on ahead while I gave Anand a final
once over before his debut. Bryon had brought Segundo along as his slave as
a reward for having such an improved attitude ever since he was excluded
from a night in the house, and Byron had brought one of Anand's group who
was showing promise as well.
	After I determined that Anand was perfect, I said, "Come" and we
entered through the back door of The Little Leather Club. The club was
already three quarters full and it was hours before the first show. I
spotted Marc and Daniel at their usual table and walked over to join them,
sensing Anand following at the correct distance behind me.  They invited me
to join them, and once I sat down, they looked at Anand, and Marc became
the first of many that night to say.
	"He really is beautiful isn't he?"
	I looked at Anand and said "Present" and he snapped into position
allowing Marc and Daniel to have a good look at him.
	"You were right yesterday when you said cute didn't even come
close." Daniel said almost drooling.
	"You'd better not tell Benjy you bought a slave that good looking
for three hundred dollars, he'll be trying to buy a shipping container full
of them."
	"I've already thought of that, if he asks I'll just tell him the
truth, I paid fifteen thousand for him. We all know Benjy's so cheap he
wouldn't spend that much on anything, let alone a slave."
	"You know." Marc said. "I was pretty pissed at you when you told me
what you'd done yesterday, but now that I've seen the boy, I'm sure I would
have forgiven you, even if he had cost you fifteen thousand dollars and
couldn't boil water."
	I was so proud of him, and I knew he was proud too, not so much for
the compliments he'd received from my friends, but the fact that the praise
pleased and reflected highly on me. When they'd seen their fill, I gave the
command and Anand quickly lowered himself, kneeling beside my legs, always
being careful to maintain contact without crowding me a bit.
	It was the perfect night to introduce him, and it seemed like
everyone I knew was there and made their way over to the table for
introductions. Even Sheriff Whitewater made an appearance and came to see
us. I'd called him and informed him about Anand, and when he came up to our
table he stood with the toes of his shoes almost touching the kneeling boy
at my feet. After scanning carefully around the room he looked at us,
grinned and with his excessive southern drawl he always put on when he was
in Southern hic Sheriff mode he said.
	"I heard a rumor there was one of them thar illegal aliens around
here, y'all ain't seen one have ya?
	We all grinned up at him and Marc said. "No Sheriff, haven't seen
any, and you know nothing gets past us."
	"Must have just been a bad tip," he said and went off to circulate
around the room.
	I was so happy as I sat there running my fingers through his
shortly trimmed straight black hair, imagining how it would feel after I
had him let it grow longer for me. Everyone who'd seen him was as
infatuated as I'd been when I first laid eyes on him; but the most
important test was still to come, Benjy.
	He came to our table about an hour before the show was to start,
and as I'd expected, he was trying to find fault with Anand immediately,
but even he was impressed that the only thing he could spot was that his
elbows weren't back far enough when he presented, but I explained the
reason for that and after a demonstration he admitted that in fact it was
better the way Anand had done it the first time.
	"He's good." Admitted Benjy. "But how well does he handle pain?"
	"Do you have someplace private? Perhaps you'd like to give him a
few lashes to test him yourself," I said.
	"No place where I can restrain him unfortunately, it would have
been fun."
	"You don't need restraints, he'll stay in position for you." I told
him.
	"Come with me," he said not believing for a second that I was
telling him the truth.
	He led us to one of the back rooms and once inside I ordered Anand
to the center of the room and said X, a new position I'd dreamt earlier
that day in anticipation of this happening. He immediately spread eagled
himself and waited motionless for Benjy to begin.
	"How hard do you want me to give them to him?" He asked.
	"As hard as you like, just don't permanently mark him," I said.
	Benjy gave him three very hard lashes, and the only effect they had
on Anand was to bring about that look of pure rage on his face again. After
the third lash, Benjy knew that Anand wouldn't move or make a sound no
matter how many he gave him, and any more lashes would just make the slave
seem even more remarkable, so he stopped and tried his last possible way to
find fault with him saying.
	"Very impressive, but how is he for sex?"
	"Why don't you try him and find out, but I warn you, you'd better
use some lube."
	Benjy found some and stepped up behind Anand, and after dropping
his shorts around his ankles, began to lube his huge tool. Anand had gone
back to his normal appearance, and when I got his attention and winked, he
gave me a slight grin showing me he understood what I had in mind.
	"You might want to step out of those shorts first." I offered as a
warning that earned me a look of contempt from Benjy as he ignored me and
positioned himself for entry. As he slid easily and deeply into Anand I
could see a look of relief coming over his face, having finally found a
flaw in my slave that he could point out to me.
	"He's kinda loose isn't?" was all he got out before Anand clamped
down.  What was originally supposed to be the word he, came out more like
Heeeeeyikesss as Benjy pulled out so fast the momentum carried him
backwards, and after his feet tangled up in his shorts, he lost his balance
and his bare ass came down hard on the wooden floor.
	"What the hell was that?" He shouted with a combination of pain,
anger, shock, and disbelief on his face.
	"I'd say that that was the most impressive display of muscle
control I've ever seen in my life," I said trying not to laugh at Benjy
sitting bare assed on the floor.
	Benjy slowly got up and pulled his shorts up, and admitting defeat
said to me. "That's the most beautiful and amazing slave I've ever seen in
my life. May I bow to him?"
	"Certainly, if you think he's deserving of it," I said, astonished
because I'd never seen Benjy do it before in my life.
	Benjy stepped back in front of Anand who was still standing spread
eagle.
	"Present," I said and he did.
	Benjy gave him his most respectful bow and then said. "I've seen a
lot of remarkable slaves in my life, your Master included, but you Anand,
are the most incredible one I've ever had the pleasure to meet."
	"You may thank him for the kind words Anand."
	"Thank you Master Benjy, but my perfection comes both from my
Master and for him."
	Even I was stunned when he said that, and after exchanging a look
of bewilderment with Benjy, we all went back to the main room of the
club. Benjy disappeared somewhere and I went back to the table, but almost
immediately Benjy returned holding a small tattered box in his hand.
	"Master Paulo, I noticed that your slave doesn't have a collar."
	"Yes Master Benjy, I want to have one custom made to match his
beauty and reward his skill."
	"Perhaps you would like him to wear this one in the meantime," he
said as he opened the box and showed me its contents. I hadn't seen it for
years, but I recognized it immediately, it was plain black leather, old,
well worn, and nowhere near what I imagined getting for Anand, but it was
perfect.
	"I think it's a great idea Master Benjy. Would you like to put it
on him for me?"
	"I'd be honored," he said.
	I commanded Anand to Present, and once he was standing Benjy
said. "Slave Anand, this collar used to be worn by the best slave I've ever
had. When he outgrew it and I had to get him a larger one, I kept this out
of respect and love for him."
	He took my old collar out of the box and after showing it to Anand
he continued. "Many years ago I had the honor of placing this on your
Master, and he became the best slave I've ever had, and he is honoring me
tonight by allowing me to place it on you. I hope that you become as good
of a slave for him as he always was for me."
	He placed the collar around Anand's neck and locked it in place
before stepping back to see how it looked. It fit him like a glove, and
even though it was old and battered, on him it looked perfect. It was then
that Anand did something that was the only mistake that he made all that
night. A small tear formed in the corner if his eye and rolled down his
cheek. A slave wasn't supposed to show any emotion in public, but neither
Benjy nor myself faulted him for it. After all, Masters weren't supposed to
show emotion in public either, and Benjy and I were both shedding a tear or
two of our own at that moment, as was everyone else at the table.

Later that night, during a break in the show, Benjy called me up on stage
and announced to everyone that I was the one responsible for the change of
format that they all seemed to like so much, and while the applause was
still roaring in the club, Benjy put his mouth up close to my ear and said.
	"Look up by the stage lights."
	I did and noticed something I'd never seen there before, but as my
eyes got accustomed to the glare I saw that it was a plain black leather
collar with a large white zero on it. Where it was hanging, it was
invisible to the audience, but quite visible to anyone on the stage, and I
knew he'd placed it there as a constant reminder to himself of just how it
felt to be a slave.
	I smiled at him and he returned it, and after returning to my seat,
I watched him give the best performance I'd ever seen from him, and like
all the other shows that night, there was a great deal of pain involved,
but not a single lasting scar was created nor drop of blood shed.
	 I chuckled to myself when I realized that probably the only
bruises created tonight that would still be evident in a couple days where
the pair that were no doubt forming on Benjy's butt from his fall on it
earlier after getting what must have been the shock of his young life.
	We stayed until closing, and when we got home the twins took their
slaves immediately to their rooms, but I stayed downstairs, sitting with
Anand on my lap snuggling lovingly against me. I struggled to find the
words to tell him how proud I was of him and how much I loved him, but
there were none strong enough to even come close to describing how I felt
at that moment, and I eventually gave up and asked him.
	"What would you like to do now?"
	He thought for a moment and said. "I be wanting... sorry... I want
to give to you my body, so you may allow me to take very much pain for you
Master."
	I could tell by the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice that
it was what he truly wanted, so I said "Present", and once he was in
position I rose from the chair and said, "Come", and lead him down to the
basement. Once there I had him present again and said.
	"Anand, I notice whenever you get whipped you look very angry, do
you know why?"
	"Sorry Master, but it is how I fight the pain so I can be still and
silent."
	"This time will be different," I said. "I'm going to tightly bind
and gag you, and I don't want you to fight the pain. I want you to
experience every last tiny bit of it. I want you to struggle, and scream as
loudly as the gag will permit. You may even shed tears.  But remember why
you are being given this pain, I'm giving it to you because I'm proud of
you and I love you, and not out of shame or anger."
	"I'll try my best Master," he said with a bit of fear and
anticipation, but mostly love in his eyes.
	"I know you will little one, that's one of the many reasons I love
you so much." I told him, meaning every word of it.
	By the time he was bound and tightly stretched in front of me he
was already showing a major erection. I asked him.
	"Have you been taught the safe word signal for when you are
gagged?"
	"Yes Master, but I will never use it with you."
	Empty promises of not safe wording were something I'd heard many
times over the years, but his was the first one I truly believed. I think I
could have whipped him to death and if he were ever reincarnated he would
come back begging me for more. I selected a simple ball gag for him because
I knew how distracting the more uncomfortable ones could be, and for this
time at least I wanted all his concentration to be focused on milking every
last bit of pain he could from the whip, and hopefully channeling it all to
his waiting erection.
	His large erect nipples were begging to be harshly clamped but I
resisted that too, and ignoring them I gave him a long, passionate, loving
kiss, and when we finally broke it, I placed the ball of the gag where my
tongue had just been and tightly buckled it in place. There was no question
of using a helmet on him, because even with his mouth distended by the gag,
his face was still to beautiful to hide, and if he did shed tears for me I
wanted to be able to see them and accept them as a gift of love and
suffering from him.  I picked up the cat, the only whip I planned to use on
him that night, and after reminding him once more how much I loved him I
began.
	The first few lashes were hard wraps from the front, going around
his right side, and landing with a loud crack on his back. I could see the
anger start to well up, but he fought it back, and by the fifth lash all
signs of it were gone from his face, replaced by a blissful combination of
pleasure and pain.
	I'd asked him to struggle scream and cry for me that night, and he
did all three as well and as long as he could, but eventually after having
hundreds, possibly over a thousand hard lashes, land on every part his
body, he ran out of tears, the screams became hoarse moans, and the
struggles weakened. I'm sure that he took many times more pain for me that
night than he'd ever experienced in his life, but true to his word, he
never safe worded, and I'm sure if he wasn't gagged, he would have been
begging for more.
	I was getting to the point where I was beginning to think seriously
of when to quit when he suddenly provided me with the answer. Much to my
surprise he suddenly found his voice and strength again and after a loud
high pitched squeal, and a long violent shudder against his bonds, the
first load of cum in his young life broke free from his erection and sailed
several feet out in front of him. I dropped the whip and quickly knelt down
in front of him trying to coax the subsequent volleys into my mouth, and
after drinking his next three blasts I looked up at him and realized that
his first wet orgasm had been so intense, he was now unconscious.
	I stood back and looked at him hanging limply from his wrists, and
realized that even after all he'd just been through he was still
beautiful. I'm sure if he'd had fair skin like Benjy's it would be glowing
bright neon red, but with his darker skin and deep tan, although you could
see evidence of what he'd been through, it was nearly invisible beneath the
sheen of sweat that was now covering him. I gently removed the gag and then
lowered and unhooked him, before carefully carrying him to my bed.
	When I lay him on his back on the bed he slowly came to, and
looking up at me he smiled, and after stiffly raising his knees to his
chest pleaded.
	"Take me Master."
	I did, and soon after I entered him he lost his second load of his
life onto his rippled belly and firm chest. His third came after we both
woke late the next morning, and he didn't loose it, he deposited it deep
inside me as I gladly gave up my second chance at virginity to him, as I
knew he was truly and forever the love of my life.

Wow, it seems like yesterday, and at the same time, it seems like it
happened a lifetime ago, but in fact it's only been three months, I know,
because today is the first graduation from The Peckertown Training Academy,
as we all now refer to it. All the boys that came in the first week are
ready to go home to their lives as slaves, but not just any slaves, PTA
slaves, the best-trained slave boys in the world.
	As the first graduation neared all the slaves decided that after
all the hard training they'd endured, they wanted to have permanent proof
of being PTA boys. After much discussion, and getting a rousing go ahead
from all the Masters, who no doubt had plans of charging a premium for the
services of PTA boys, it was decided that as each boy graduated, they would
be marked permanently as proof of their training.
	It was decided that each boy would accept a small brand, only about
half an inch high, and after suggestions from them of having it placed
everywhere from their foreheads to the center of their chests to their
buttocks, I stepped in and told them the only place I'd do it was in their
pubic area, just above their penises. In their excitement they wanted it to
be more visible, and I'm sure in their place, I would have too. But having
moved on after being a slave boy, I realized that it was far better to have
it placed in a spot where it would become invisible later if they ever
decided to claim their freedom and move on with normal lives.
	They reluctantly agreed and went to work figuring out a design for
the brand, and after several ideas it was decided that it would take the
shape of a teardrop, but it would be inverted. Their reasoning was that if
teardrops signified sadness, then an inverted one would mean happiness, and
the shape would forever remind them of the tears they shed here as they
learned to become the best slaves anywhere.
	
All the graduates where lined up in the Present position, all except for
Anand, who was tending a small brazier with the pair of identical irons in
it. He was the only one of the group who would not be receiving a brand
today. He desperately wanted to, but I explained that there was no way it
would ever be necessary, as he was always going to be mine, and I was well
aware that his qualifications went far beyond anything we taught him here.
	Most of the graduate's Masters were here, beaming with pride. The
only one not there was Mr. Sanji, no doubt because his pilot friends had no
interest in offering him the same fare they gave to his boys. Morgan's boys
were the first in line, and the Captain stood waiting with Timmy, Roger,
and the rest of his entourage. He'd come down a week early, and I was
surprised to hear that he'd offered to have Timmy heal any serious injuries
or scars on the Peckertown slaves who didn't want to keep them. It sounded
amazing that he would be so generous, but when I heard that he was taking
pictures of the backs of the slaves who didn't want to be cleared of their
scars, I realized that Morgan was really doing it all so he could check up
on Benjy in the future, and make sure he didn't go back to excessively
damaging this slaves.
	Benjy was oblivious to the real reason, and stood with his Roger at
his side chatting happily with Morgan and his group, waiting for the
ceremony to begin. As of yet he hasn't needed to be reminded what it feels
like to be a slave again, but every time I see him now he greets me with a
special smile that tells me he's remembering that night. The club is still
really busy, so of course he's happy, and I heard recently he's looking
really hard to find some new Masters for the expanded club.
	Even Yoshi was there, I hadn't mentioned it before, but after we'd
taught all the trainee's what was expected of them, and what constituted a
customer going to far, which after their training here took a lot, I had
Yoshi come and give them a quick lesson on defending themselves in an
emergency. There would be times when they would be helpless, but if they
weren't, heaven help a customer that went too far with them. I hadn't
watched the lessons myself, but once while I was passing by I heard him
scolding a student for just kicking the practice dummy in the crotch, and
not trying to force his nuts all the way up into his throat.
	"It's ready Master." Anand said after checking one of the irons.
	I got everyone's attention and nodded to the first boy and he
stepped over to the device we'd built just for this purpose. It looked like
a regular cross imbedded into the ground, but in addition to the upper
crossbar, it also had a lower one just off the ground, and a curved wooden
block mounted partway up the upright. The boys had been practicing in their
spare time ever since we'd constructed the cross, and each one knew exactly
how he wanted to present himself for the brand.
	The slave stepped up onto the lower crossbar, with his back to the
main post and reached up, grabbed the upper one from behind, with his hands
a foot and a half on either side of the upright. After lifting his feet off
the lower bar then lowering and hooking them behind it he hung, with the
wooden block pushing out his abdomen slightly, ready to be branded.
	Caleb had already swabbed each boy with disinfectant, and marked
the exact spot for the brand. He was now waiting with a cold wet cloth and
more disinfectant for after the branding was done. He's still here most of
the time, although he's doing more and more work for Benjy, even a few
shows. I ended up putting him on the payroll, and he bought himself a car,
so at least I no longer had to drive him home and pick him up every day.
	As the brand met flesh the boy tensed up, but remained silent, as I
knew they all would, and as the sizzling died down, I removed the brand and
gave him a smile as he stepped off the cross and moved to where Caleb was
waiting. After each boy was marked I would look at their Masters, and even
at a distance I could see the pride in their eyes, and none showed it more
than John and Carlos when their boys were done, especially when Segundo was
branded. After a bit of a rough start he'd come around and made us all
proud of him.
	Soon I was down to the last three, Adam, Nate and Kyran. Benjy had
offered to lend, well rent actually, all three of them to me, but although
Nate and Kyran had jumped at the chance to be together, and on the payroll
here, Adam had decided that he wanted to get back to the slave barracks in
town and his life as a slave at The Little Leather Club. I hated to see him
go, but in a way I was relieved too, even though he understood and didn't
seem to mind, I still feel guilty for leaving him.
	I'm sure that Nate and Kyran will fit in well here, Byron and Bryon
certainly have. They seem to have a goal in their lives to bed every slave
that comes through here, and are working hard at attaining it. That is,
when they can tear themselves from each other for a night. They seem to
have recovered well from their ordeal at the hands of Morgan's men, and
although they haven't actually said anything to me about getting back into
it, I have noticed a few things out of place in the playroom from time to
time.
	When Adam, the last of the group, was finished, the whole crowd
broke into applause and cheers, even the group of sixty other slaves, who
were all at various stages of their training, made their presence
known. All the branded boys went to their Masters, and I went to talk to
Marc and Daniel, who had come out for the event.

I really hope, and I think I know in my heart that it will happen, that
Anand and I have as long and as happy of a time together as they've had,
and are still having. Both of them are still as much in love with each
other as when they first met, and I'd personally be surprised if they went
another year before tying the knot. I also wouldn't be the least bit
surprised if Anand became a citizen before he's eighteen too.
	I went over the books with Marc last week, and even with the
startup costs I'd still made a good profit on this bunch, and Anand
promises that he can cut the food bill at least in half, now that the
garden the slaves planted has started producing. It turns out that Anand
remembers much of his early years growing food with his parents, so now,
not only is he our cook, he's also looking after the organization of the
garden, although the trainees are still providing all the manual labor.
	Most important to me though, he's my friend, my slave, my lover,
and my life. He still attacks whatever he does with the same intensity he
did when he first came here, and I'm working with him on ways he can teach
his attitude and abilities to our trainees. His English is almost flawless
already, and I often go a whole week without hearing him make a mistake.
	At the time, I thought our first trip to the basement was a one
time thing, and we'd never do anything that long and harsh again, but at
his insistence, we've done variations of it several times, with about the
same intensity, possibly even more, and neither of us are tiring of it. In
fact he's been hinting all day that we'll probably end up down there later
tonight. I offered to buy him a new collar, and I even showed him one I had
in mind that costs, well lets just say several times what he did, but he
respectfully declined. He loves wearing my old one and I haven't seen him
with it off since the night Benjy put it on him.
	So I guess that leaves me. Well, I'm the same guy deep down
inside. A lot of things have changed for me in the last few months, but I
try my best not to let it change me any more than I have to. One thing I've
noticed, and I'm sure you have too, is that after years of rarely being
allowed to speak as a slave, well now I seem to get a bit longwinded
sometimes, and I apologize for that, but hey, you try it, you'll see.
	Anand has just come running back from cooling and putting away the
brands.  He's smiling up at me, and I really like the look in his eye right
now, so I think it's time for me to go.

"Bye."