Patrick

I Bought Five Little Boy Slaves

Chapters 46-54

Jan again tried to intimidate Thunder but again failed. The thirteen year old youth just held the glance and didn't even flinch when the end of the leather rein banged against the wooden wall behind his head.

"Why should I tell you? Just so you can beat him more?"

Jan starred at the youth dangling in front of him.

"I didn't do anything to him!" Jan angrily shouted. "Tell me, where is he!"

"So why was he crying and shouting 'I hate him!'?" Thunder gasped out through the pain he was feeling as Jan squeezed his balls hard.

"So you know where he is?" Jan shouted as he squeezed the slave's testicles even harder.

"No!" Thunder screamed in agony.

Jan hesitated. Inside he hated what he was doing but the worry about Chris made him sick. Then it hit him. Chris hated him? That was too much for the teen who was a late teen in age but emotionally just a boy. He simply broke down. Tears shot out of his eyes and he bawled uncontrollably.

"But I love the little one; I really love him."

Marcus sat between my legs, his back against my chest. He starred at the youth who lay face down right across our legs. On his back, directly on the snowy white skin, was a wide selection of fruits, vegetables, cheese, bacon, ham and sausages with cream, bread and mustard. Out from between his butt cheeks came a tall white candle. Dimitri knelt next to the bed, holding a big goblet of red wine. The room was only lit by the candle; soft and relaxing music played in the background. It was a delicious dinner, so different in taste but nonetheless excellent.

At first I just teased my boy with the food; letting him take the smells of the different products of the local cuisine but eating it all myself. The poor boy wasn't fed for almost 36 hours; he just got some water but no food. Rubbing his belly gently with one hand while eating with the other I sensed the growling of his stomach quite a while before I heard it. Marcus took it all bravely.

Deliberately I poked Viktor's skin with the prongs of the fork when I picked up some food. The boy was utterly humiliated by the way I used his body in front of his little brother. At first Marcus flinched as much as Viktor when the fork was pressed deep into the soft tissue of the youth's skin, but eventually relaxed a bit when he realized it wouldn't draw any blood. Eventually, when I felt Marcus relaxing more, I took a blue grape and pressed it against his lips. He turned his head to look at me and with a smile accepted the little piece of fruit. I continued to feed him – a bit for me and a bit for the boy. Together we cleaned the plate, respectively Viktor's back, and by the way he purred I could tell Marcus enjoyed it as much as I did. Marcus seemed to be at ease with Viktor used as table too; when Viktor flinched because of hot wax dripping onto his skin Marcus simply smacked the slave's butt twice and told him to lie still.

Some twenty minutes later Marcus sat open mouthed on the second bed in the room watching me methodically turning Viktor's bottom crimson. He knew, as everyone else in the room, that Viktor had not done anything to deserve that hiding. Nevertheless his little pole, unrestrained, was pointing right up to his cute belly button. Dimitri still knelt between the two beds, starring at his brother too, rubbed his little fanny unconsciously, but Marcus was too enthralled with the scene to notice the boy's actions.

"Now what are you waiting for?" I laughed. "Look at that slave's cute little butt and you'll know what to do!"

Marcus shook his head unbelieving but turned his eyes to the boy who hadn't understood a word I said to my boy. Though both slaves understood basic commands in our language, our conversation was way over their heads. My little love scanned the slave's body with his eyes and I saw his little cock twitching as he watched the boy rubbing his behind. He looked at me, I nodded and hoped that I was right with the assumption I had made when I saw him punishing his fellow slaves.

87 did his best to keep Nico awake, but it was hard work. The boy was exhausted and had hardly any energy left, but the computer sent the signals to the boy's nerves relentlessly. Nico hated the pain in his neck and body and even more he hated the boy in front of him who had not stopped chatting for a single second.

Well, Nico didn't really hate him. Hate was something Nico's gentle soul wasn't capable of. He was annoyed and angry his master had put him in there and left alone. The boy had lost all track of time. He still didn't know where he was and he didn't understand the people around him. Only when they gave him orders they spoke in his language and even then it had a strange accent.

He knew very well that the boy in front of him only tried to keep him awake. At first he had listened to the boy but after a while it became too boring. Nico sensed a related soul in the boy; cheerful and gentle as himself but equally bound to servitude. He wanted to reach out, to reciprocate the loving touches and soft kisses. Nico couldn't say a word; he was gagged and tubes were running down his throat that was as dry as a desert. Water and liquid food was put through the tubes leaving his mouth dry. He didn't even produce any salvia anymore. 87 had tried to lessen the discomfort by moistening Nico's lips with his own spit. It didn't help much but Nico was grateful.

The boy noticed someone working on his neck and suddenly felt a searing pain as if a hot poker pierced his flesh. He screamed into his gag. 87 noticed the sudden silence in the room before all the white dressed people gathered round a big screen. The young slave had no idea what they were talking about but it didn't sound good. Instinctively he increased his own chatting to distract Nico until he felt a hand on his shoulders. When he lifted his head he saw the doctor's assistant smiling at him. 87 noticed that Nico's eyes were closed and Kolja said the boy was now sleeping. But the young assistant's eyes betrayed his smiling and 87 could see the worries that occupied all of the stuff.

They brought in a strange looking device followed by another and another and attached them to Nico's body. They drew more blood samples and discussed them quietly but insistently. 87 didn't understand anything of that medical and technical stuff. He kept stroking the other boy's cheeks and whispering encouraging words though unconsciously they were meant for him as much as for Nico. When the masters were occupied 87 had spent his free time in the labs often. He had witnessed many experiments and even saw slaves dying but he never experienced hectic activities like that. Eventually all the staff left but Kolja, who closed the wound on Nico's neck and put a warm blanket over the boy. When 87 looked up, he saw tears running down Kolja's face.

"It… it just happened," Jan sobbed.

He didn't know why he told Thunder what happened but somehow telling it felt good; it made the situation easier.

"Sebastian freaked out again and wouldn't calm down. I tried everything. I thought maybe a kiss would help."

It didn't sound like an excuse. He just told what happened.

"It did. Sebastian did calm down and I held him in my arms. He kissed me too and suddenly everything felt so good."

Jan looked at the bound slave boy who was clearly in pain, pleadingly.

"It didn't mean anything!"

He sat there crying for a while; lost in his own thoughts.

From a stack of hay at the other side of the stall's wall emerged a small figure, unnoticed by the others. Blades of hay stuck to his face; wet from the tears of a whole day. Chris trembled as he shuffled over to the hanging Thunder and unhooked the chains.

Jan looked up, startled, as Thunder fell down to the floor, young Chris unable to hold the sudden weight with his shaking hands. But Thunder was quickly ignored as Jan jumped up and scooped his 'little one' up and rocked him back and forth.

"Oh boy! Where have you been?" Jan asked breathlessly as he swung Chris around.

"Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

The irony of his words was lost to both of them. Even in one of the most emotional situations of his young life Chris didn't fail to address his idol, his love of his life, correctly. He never had. Jan hushed him with a kiss.

"No, I'm sorry, really really sorry."

And, for the first time, Jan admitted directly to Chris and to the world, "I love you, Chrissie, I love you with all my heart. I love you more than everything in the world."

Unable to say a word, Chris buried his face into Jan's neck and shed tears of shock and tears of joy.

In the middle of the open gate stood another couple; their arms around each other clinging together. Seeing their friends happy again Timo reached up and pulled Sebastian's face down. Their lips met and quickly they were as oblivious to their surroundings as the other pair was. Thunder, the tough guy, the school bully and convicted criminal, sat on the floor with his arms and legs tied, unable to wipe the lonely tear that ran down his cheek.

I had to bite my lips to prevent me from laughing out loud. The sight was too funny. Marcus sat on the second bed,with his back against the headboard. Draped over his lap was Dimitri, already kicking his legs as Marcus slowly but methodically worked on his butt. The funny thing was the expression of Marcus' face. He was totally focused on his task; his eyes fixed on the wiggling target, the tip of his tongue just poking out between his lips.

"What has he done?" Marcus had asked.

"Nothing boy!" I had laughed. "But have you ever seen a naughty bottom like this; a fanny so desperately in need of a real good hiding? Give it a good smack and see how it bounces back, as if asking for more."

Marcus had given it a pretty good whack and after a few seconds watching the cheeks bounce and twitch he flashed me a grin and started his work. By the smile that played around his lips you could see he enjoyed his task. It was a bit of relief that I hadn't misjudged his emotions when I had watched him punishing the other boys. It was obvious that it had turned him on sometimes but he always had felt guilty because of his friends. Now there was nothing that held him back and he let his hand fly. For the little boy he was he did a damn good job; surely Dimitri didn't like it a bit.

The penultimate step had been taken and it was a success. Now we would see if Marcus was really ready to become my right hand. I didn't want to turn him into a sadist like me, but he needed to understand how I was thinking. It was important to speak with one voice; he would have to act like I would. Therefore he needed to be able to enjoy a slave; to gain personal pleasure by using him. That included, of course, sexual pleasure. I had enough experience with slaves to know even the youngest boys had sexual feelings and desires in their own way. If carefully nourished they could blossom and lead to youthful joy and fun. Of course it must not forced upon them. Slaves, however, had no say in what happened to them, but of course could enjoy it too, if the master wished.

Eventually Marcus noticed I had stopped spanking Viktor. He shook his hand; it was bright red too. He sported a broad grin.

"Do what your brother does!" I snapped an order to Dimitri in his language.

Dimitri was still crying but turned around to look at his older sibling. Viktor knelt between my legs and licked the underside of my hard cock. Slowly he brought his lips around the head of my cock. Dimitri was hesitant but eventually took Marcus' cocklet into his mouth. My boy gasped and pushed his penis deeper in the slave's mouth. It didn't need more; Marcus's instincts took over. He put his hand on the boy's head and held it down. Marcus came within seconds. He screamed as the sensations of a dry orgasm overwhelmed my little love.

It was a night of many firsts for Marcus. That night he spanked a slave for fun; he fucked a slave's mouth and, most importantly, took a slave's virginity; all for the first time in his young life. Exhausted he fell asleep still lying on Dimitri's back. The boy's expression said it all – so peaceful, so cute, and so happy.

Chapter 47
Bad Surprise

"What do you mean?" Jan shouted.

He had his hand raised holding a riding crop, ready to bring it down onto the youth lying in the dust in front of his feet. Jan was still mad at the boy for not telling him where Chris was. And now he had the impertinence to remark about Jan's lack of leadership qualities. But Thunder wasn't a boy who backed out easily. He spit out at Jan.

"I said you're just lucky I was here or your 'little one' would be gone! You're pathetic; just big with a whip to beat a younger slave."

Jan stared at the boy open mouthed.

"Look at his wrists if you don't believe me. You will find the knife at the gate over there."

Jan grabbed Chris' arm and, indeed, there were some scratches on the boy's wrists. Nothing serious but, nevertheless, obvious attempts to cut his arteries.

"I could have kicked the knife away. I held him and he told me what happened and I promised not to tell you where he was. Punish me if you want, but then whip yourself too!"

The whip fell to the floor. As if in a trance Jan went to the stable gate and picked the knife up. Slowly he shuffled back to where Chris sat on the floor. He looked from boy to knife and back. Had there been a vague possibility of loosing Chris during his search? The realization that it could have actually happened hit Jan like a nuclear bomb. The pain he felt in his heart made him realize how much he loved the little squirt. Dropping to his knees he drew Chris into his arms and hugged him as tight as possible, so much Chris feared he might choke. But Jan was oblivious to anything; he just kept rocking 'his' boy while bawling as hard as he had never done since he lost his parents.

The boy who accompanied me to the laboratories was definitively a different boy from the one that arrived with me yesterday. He walked a step behind me as he should, always within my reach, his eyes downcast. But his back was straight and his shoulders up; not as before when his shoulders hung low and his chin was on his chest. There was confidence oozing out of every part of his little body.

Marcus had made it very clear that it was his duty, and his duty alone, to care for me in the morning. He had enjoyed his night with his personal slave and even had used his services in the bathroom. But when it came to take care of my needs he quickly told the brothers off. They understood immediately, even without a common language.

I had had that very familiar feeling when waking up; the feeling of a tight little throat around my cock. He smiled at me when I opened my eyes before he lowered his little bottom onto my rigid pole. Marcus let out a deep sigh when his cheeks touched my groin and he leaned forward so his head was resting on my chest. I could tell he was a very content and happy little boy.

When I entered the lab, I could immediately tell something was wrong. There wasn't any activity in the lab; the only two present were Nico, still mounted in his frame, and 87. The slave boy was slowly massaging Nico's limbs, gently and sensually. But I could see the tears running slowly down his cheeks. Nico was out, whether simply sleeping or shut down by his device I didn't know. I went over to the two boys and gave each a kiss on the forehead, but when I asked what was wrong, 87 just nodded to the control room.

When I entered the control room I saw Kolja, his pale skin as white as snow. I had sensed something was wrong when I saw 87 crying, which happened not very often, but the look of Kolja confirmed my suspicion. My happy mood was killed instantly. Right at that moment Vasily entered the room from the other side. He hesitated slightly before he approached me.

"What's wrong, Vasily?" I asked directly without any pleasantries.

Kolja winced and started to cry too, but his look was somehow accusing. Vasily sent him out.

"My friend, the fitting went well and everything is working, but I have to ask you: Did you ever experiment with long term hormone and drug application for your boys?"

"Hell, no!" I shot back.

"How long do you own your pet boy now?"

"A little bit over a year, why?"

"Let me show you."

Vasily went out into the lab and tossed me a face mask. He slowly removed some bandages from Nico's neck. He spread the open wound wide and nodded to me to look inside. At first I couldn't see anything unusual; apart from the fact that I'm not used to look at an open backbone at all. Sensing my cluelessness Vasily took a probe and pointed at the upper end of the wound, just at the base of his head.

I thought I was run over by an aircraft carrier. My legs went weak and Marcus, who had knelt beside 87, quickly pushed a stool to me so I didn't hit the ground. Marcus was at my side in a split second and 87 ran to fetch a glass of water. Kolja had still a grim expression but did support my back.

"You know what that is?"

I nodded weakly.

"Yes, at least I think so. One of my boys, the one I got out of a mine, had something like this in his testicles. It was filled with a drug so he could be worked without a break until he dropped dead. Fortunately we could remove it, but it was a very long and painful task to get him off the hook."

"I understand. But this is worse. It's kind of a synthetic drug, mixed with hormones and other substances. The aim was, as it should be, to stop or delay ageing. It kind of worked, but with terrible consequences."

"You know about it?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I have to. It's our own product. But after we learned what devastating results it had on the subjects, we stopped the production immediately. All phials could be tracked but one. I guess we have found it."

"What are you talking about? What results do you mean?"

"Irreversible addiction, neural defects and organ failure. In short, a long and very painful death."

"But…"

"Right now the boy is fine. The phials usually last for fifteen to sixteen years. No substitution."

"He is hardly twelve."

"Physically, yes. Biologically he is at least fifteen, if not older."

I awoke in the middle of the night, having one of the worst nightmares I ever experienced. In the twilight of the room I could see Marcus sleeping peacefully in his bed, 87 spooned at his back. Next to the bathroom door stood my pet's transport cage; one of his little toes sticking through the door grid. Slowly I crawled out of my bed and went over to the cage. I unlocked the door and slowly pulled the boy out by his legs. He was still out; recovering from the time he was shut down.

Carefully I placed him on my bed and just stood there to watch him. His face was relaxed and expressionless, his neck bandaged and his hands were put in mittens so he couldn't mess with the small box that was still attached to the probes inside his neck. It was a beautiful sight; a young boy sleeping his well-earned sleep. Somehow I wondered who might do something so terrible to such an innocent boy. It took some time for me to realize it was just the kind of men like me; weren't I ready to do something similar to Julian? I threw myself next to the sleeping boy, pulling him onto my chest and held him tightly. I could feel his little heart pounding in his little chest.

While lying there together I recalled the day's news. To say I was devastated would be far from the truth. I thought I would stop breathing in that instant when I learned the horrible facts. Vasily went into terrible details and I was sure the world had collapsed. I had never thought about how important my boy pet had become to me.

Vasily had suggested to spare him the pain and suffering and put him down immediately, while he was still out. I really prayed I would die instead of him. It was only when Marcus, who hadn't understood anything we were talking about, tried to console me with his presence, that I realised I had a reason to live on. I remembered how the whole bunch of my boys had helped to get Sebastian off the hook and I knew they would do the same for Nico. I promised to the boy silently, I would do everything I could; I would spend every penny I had to help Nico to survive. Vasily tried to convince me it would be futile but I shrugged him off.

It was a sad afternoon; even the always happy and cheerful boy, 87, was subdued and lost in thoughts. But I had promised him some quality time with me and I wouldn't break my word. I knew he wanted it as much as I did.

The boy was as energetic as I was at his age; maybe he had inherited something of me. It was our little secret. A bred slave wasn't entitled to know who his father and mother were, but somehow he knew. When I had come to visit Aleksey's home one day, he talked me into spending some of my seed. He promised to use it only to create something special; and he stuck to his word. Though I didn't know anything about the woman who donated the egg it was a wonderful match. The boy won everyone's heart just with a smile – something he couldn't have from me – but if I could I would have taken him with me at once. Unfortunately he was not only 'Aleksey's baby' but it was also forbidden by the early laws. 87 was registered as an experimental slave so he couldn't be transferred or sold. The law also said he mustn't be able to reproduce. Aleksey did comply by removing the boy's parts completely right after birth. He then enhanced the sensitivity of the boy's groin area so he could get some fun by rubbing himself there. However, the only way he could have an orgasm was by prostate stimulation. That was another masterpiece of Aleksey's early experiments. 87 was extremely flexible so he could accommodate even the largest man flesh but his muscles would always return quickly to their previous state. For 87 it meant that every time he was entered it was like the first time. However, the pain would subside fast and 87 was able to enjoy a full rectum that would lead to the exceptional feelings he craved. All the experiments and alterations he had to endure over the time – there were a lot more changes done to his body – did nothing to dampen his spirit. His smile melted every heart and nobody could be really angry with him. He was smart; he taught himself reading and writing, even some math, and he spoke three languages sufficiently. Nevertheless he knew exactly what his purpose was in life, so he was determined to be the best servant to his betters in any way they desired. He had an extraordinarily talented tongue; he could hold his breath for minutes while deep throating a cock and his anal muscles could work wonders on any dick that entered his bum. He knew all the spots to lick and nip bringing pleasure to any man he was with. The boy had been implanted with several phials with all the hormones and medications he needed to live and grow normally. Well almost, he would always be on the small side. And he was horny like hell, in a different way, maybe, but he definitively needed to get off regularly.

The boy was more than surprised as I lifted him by his armpits and threw him onto the bed. I quickly secured his wrists to his ankles and pushed a gag into his mouth. He gave me a slightly worried look but, apart from the need to distract my own thoughts, this was for him and for him only. I wanted him helpless so he had to take whatever I would do to him, without him constantly trying to pleasure me instead.

I pressed him onto the mattress, lying on top of him. He had difficulties breathing but that would only be shortly. I wanted to eat him up completely. I started to lick and suck his beautiful, smooth skin on the very top of his forehead; going further down, kissing his eyes and sucking his cute button nose. He giggled through his gag as I stuck my tongue into his lovely little ears. He squealed as I chewed his ear lobes and relaxed completely as I covered his gagged mouth with my lips and looked him directly in his eyes. We inhaled the other's warm breath and I could read his emotions through his eyes. I saw love, passion and a deep, deep longing. Like every child he wanted to be loved and cared for. He was a slave, though; nevertheless he was loved and cared for, just in different ways.

Slowly I licked and kissed my way down to his lovely chest and his beautiful nipples. They stood firm already and hard, surrounded by a well-defined areola. I sucked and licked one nipple while I pinched and flicked the other. I continued to play with his nipples while I travelled further south. Could I hear just muffled moans so far? When I went past his belly button he started to squeal and thrash around with his bound hips. His groin area was extremely sensitive, far more than normal. He begged me to fuck him through his gag as I ran my tongue over his skin. He went almost rigid as he came close; as close as he could get. We both knew he wouldn't get any release by my teasing; we had done it once. He had lasted two hours before passing out briefly. But as my cock had eventually stroked his prostate glans the stars exploded in his brain like a million-dollar firework.

There wasn't any torture of that kind right then. I was already hard as a rock and the boy had oiled my cock before we had started. 87 tensed briefly as the head of my member poked his little rose. He relaxed slightly as he braced himself for the pain to come; a pain so intense but also very welcome because of the pleasure that followed the pain. Therefore, the boy pushed back against my cock, trying to get it over quickly and getting the relief he needed. I knew it was no use to be gentle; it would hurt anyway. So I leaned forward, kissing him on his lips and plunged my cock into him. He screamed into his gag and I held him tightly. I pushed until my balls smacked against his cheeks. The boy's screams died as there wasn't any air left. The screams of pain had turned into screams of delight as his body erupted in waves of pleasure as my cock rubbed his prostate.

I held him until he calmed again. Taking the gag out of his mouth I gently stroked his cheeks; his neck and shoulders. When he opened his eyes again he smiled broadly.

But before he could say anything I pressed my lips onto his and pulled my cock back, almost completely out. He clamped his anal muscles to hold me in. It was truly amazing what the boy could do down there. Slowly I worked my way back all the way in, in short trusts, always drawing back a bit before pushing forward. Soon I had established a slow but steady rhythm. All the while I looked into his eyes and continued to caress his smooth skin. From time to time he went over the edge. It was amazing, as always, how often the boy could come in a short time. Of course, he hadn't anything he needed to reload.

After an eternity or so I approached my own point of no return. It was probably just ten or fifteen minutes but it seemed like hours. I held back as best as I could, but eventually I had either to stop or go for it. I decided to do the latter and went on, increasing my speed. 87 moaned loudly and I wasn't silent either. My cock hardened even more and, having buried my cock in his body deeply, I coated his bowels with my juice. Grabbing his hips I let myself fall down onto the bed; holding him tight so I didn't slip out and pulling him onto me. I released his wrists and ankles. For a while we just lay there, looking into each other's eyes. No words were needed, we both understood.

Chris clenched his teeth as he counted the stones on the floor. He fought to keep still. He tried to ignore the relentless 'slap, slap' that reached his eyes. But he couldn't. Even more he couldn't ignore the searing pain he felt in his tender backside. Chris wanted to be brave. He needed to show he could take his punishment like a man. He was determined not to give in to the merciless smacks Jan produced with his hand. If it had been only the two of them it would be different, but Jan made everyone watch, even Julian had been brought out in his crib.

Chris knew he deserved the spanking. He knew he had acted foolishly. After all, he was just a slave. But it had hurt so much seeing Jan with Sebastian in his arms, kissing passionately. Chris had taken the lecture stoically; not even really listening to what Jan said. He was determined not to let anything hurt him like that again. He knew if Jan wanted to play with the other boys there was nothing he could do. He didn't need him, Chris told himself, he could do without Jan. Each and every slap Jan dished out only added to his determination.

To Chris's misfortune Jan was equally determined to teach the young one a lesson he wouldn't forget. Jan did that the only way he had learned in years as a slave. Chris bottom was deeply red and Jan's hand stung like hell, but Jan told himself to continue until Chris was bawling his eyes out.

Jan didn't spank out of anger nor did he enjoy hurting his 'little one'. It was just that Chris had broken several rules and he was in charge. His masters had successfully instilled the rule that a slave had to be punished when he failed in the youth's mind. In fact he knew that if Chris had pulled such a stunt with the master present it would have been far worse, for all of them.

Timo and Sebastian stood there with their arms around each other's shoulders, watching the spanking with horror, but knew Jan was right. Julian didn't see anything but heard the slaps raining down. Nobody knew what he was thinking.

Thunder hung, gagged and bound, with his wrists attached to a chain. His body was hurting from the strain and from the whipping he got for his impertinence. It was Timo who had explained to him why he had to be punished and, surprisingly, the pony boy hadn't argued. Jan had whipped the boy's back and legs hard enough to remember the punishment for quite a while before he made him run for a whole hour watched by the boys. He himself needed some quiet time to decide what to do with Chris. It was a hard decision because he loved the boy so much but it had to be done.

Chris view was blurred with tears and he knew he couldn't take more. But though he was almost totally focused on the pain in his backside he heard someone sobbing between the spanks and something wet had dropped onto the small of his back. With his last bit of power he turned his head enough to see Jan crying hard while spanking him; then he broke down. Pent up cries and tears burst into uncontrolled bawling. Chris didn't really realise he was scooped up and held tightly by Jan. He just did what every boy in such a situation would do automatically. He wrapped his arms around the body holding him, buried his face into Jan's shoulder and cried his eyes out. Soon both boys were wet from tears but they wouldn't stop for a long time. All the pain, the anger and sorrow were released into a healthy flood of tears.

I awoke from something moist in my face. When I opened my eyes I was welcomed by the smiling and obviously pain free face of my little pet. He had run his tongue over my face as he had done countless times when…, yes, when we had cuddled or actually slept together. Suddenly I felt guilty I had neglected Nico so much since we moved into the castle. Holding him even tighter I gave him a long kiss on his lips. First the boy's eyes grew wide but then he melted into me and even stopped wiggling his hips for a moment. Eventually I realised I had to piss badly and it was probably the reason, too, why Nico had decided to wake me. Not loosening my grip on the boy I got up and went to the bathroom.

When I got up I looked at the other bed where Marcus was still sleeping. He actually smiled and from the movements of his eyes under the lids I could tell he was dreaming. It was still very early and his internal clock hadn't wakened him yet. Still spooned against his back was 87, his arm draped over the younger slave's body and he, too, was soundly asleep. While I carried Nico to the bathroom, which clearly shocked my little pet, I thought how cute the two boys looked; almost like brothers. I hesitated shortly, looked back but then shook the thoughts away as I placed Nico on all fours in the bath tub.

"Ok., little pet, let it go." I whispered and turned around to relieve myself at the loo.

When I had finished I turned around only to see Nico with a really desperate expression. The tube was still dry and nothing came out of his little pecker. I was about to wonder what was wrong when it hit me. He simply couldn't. Not on his own. I went to the bedside table, trying not to wake the boys, and fetched the new controller. I strapped it onto my wrist and activated the touch screen. I tipped the button and within a split second the urine shot out of the young boy. His expression relaxed as the relief came but his eyes looked at me uncomprehendingly.

"Don't worry, honey, everything is all right." I said, not sure who of us needed convinced more.

Chapter 48
Decorations

I left orders to put the boys through a hard workout in Aleksey's gymnasium. My friend had his personal trainer, a very big Siberian guy. The first time I met him I was afraid he would split me in two just with his hands, as he easily lifted me up and placed me on a massage bench. The man was big as a bear but gentle as a bees-wing. However, he was merciless when it came to training issues. I knew Marcus and 87 were in for a rough time but I trusted him completely, though I didn't even know his name. Nico would spend the morning in the gym too; exercising his legs since his calves had become quite slim from not using them any more. Marcus and Nico shook visibly as they looked up to the man but 87 simply jumped at him, knowing he would be caught.

The afternoon was filled with some chores around Aleksey's household before the boys were allowed to relax and use the huge entertainment centre. Finally Vladimir gathered the boys around his room's fireplace for telling old tales and stories. It was a long but memorable day for them. Useless to say, all three were worn out at night-time.

When Aleksey and I returned we found Marcus and 87 cuddled against each other lying on the bearskin in front of the fireplace with a dying fire in it, while Nico was slightly snoring prone over Vladimir's lap. The old man himself was busy chopping wood in large quantities, lying back in his recliner. How any of the boys could sleep with that noise was a miracle.

Aleksey spread a blanket over his father, covering Nico too, and placed a loving kiss on the old man's forehead. It was nice to see they were that close again; it wasn't like that for many years. To my mild surprise my friend took another blanket and wrapped the two young slave boys.

He knelt right beside the boys' heads, gently stroking their cheeks, when he remarked, "You know, the two look like brothers. I saw it immediately when you mailed me the first pictures. Are you sure the little one doesn't have your genes in him?"

That night the sleep didn't come easily. Of course I had told my friend it was impossible since I just bought him as a slave. But, comparing their sleeping faces, I had to admit some resemblance between 87 and Marcus. We dropped the issue quickly but later in bed some nagging doubts developed.

I slept late. Usually I get up quite early and my boys were ready to wake me up at fixed times, so I was startled as I opened my eyes and the clock told me it was already ten o'clock. I practically jumped out of my bed, almost furious.

"Marcus!" I yelled.

The door opened but instead of that careless slave of mine Aleksey entered the room. He wasn't at all bothered by my nakedness and so wasn't I; it was less than a day we relaxed together in a steam bath.

"Mihail, calm down my brother. Your boy is innocent. I ordered him to stay away from your room and let you sleep. It's going to be a long day and you needed the rest."

He went over to where I stood, hugged me and gave me a long and deep kiss. As always with him taking control I couldn't resist. I relaxed in his arms. He had always been the dominant part in our relationship. He never abused his power over me and I trusted him completely. It had been a very draining yet refreshing day and he was right, I had needed the sleep. I had been able to put all the pressure and problems of daily life aside.

I didn't know what Aleksey's magic was, but it only worked with him. No other dominant male had brought me to that level of relaxation. All I needed was his presence. No, we weren't meant for a life together. It wouldn't work; we had tried it. Our relationship was different. He was probably right, calling me brother.

When Aleksey eventually left, Marcus scurried in and stood silently next to the bathroom door. He stood straight but with his eyes downcast and his knees slightly shaking. I could literally see a shiver run down his spine as I approached him. Of course he had heard me yelling his name and knew I wasn't pleased by his absence.

I lifted his chin with my finger. Reluctantly he lifted his eyes too. I could see fear and shame in his eyes. Marcus hadn't flinched as I reached out. He knew better than to expect a blow. Punishments for disobedience weren't that simple. He expected to be in very deep trouble, even if he simply couldn't obey because he had been locked into a cage – a comfortable one, but nevertheless a cage – together with Nico and 87, right after they woke up in the morning.

I simply stared at him. He held the gaze but squirmed visibly. An untrained eye probably wouldn't have seen anything else than a boy standing perfectly still, but for Marcus it was almost fidgeting. Letting his chin go I brought my face close to his, never diverting my eyes. Suddenly I grabbed him by his armpits, threw him up in the air before hugging him tightly.

"Good morning sunshine, how is my little slave today?"

Marcus was too perplexed to answer, not that he could anyway, since I gave him a long kiss right on his sensitive lips. But he did wrap his legs around my body and his arms around my neck, holding onto me for dear life. Not letting him go I entered the bathroom, found the Jacuzzi hot and waiting, and slipped in for a most exciting morning bath.

Nico was scheduled for some last tests so I took Marcus to the city for a tour. Though masters with young slaves were a common sight on the streets, Marcus attracted many glances. Vladimir had dressed him in a silk tunic that sparkled like diamonds in the sun. With his golden collar and his perfect behaviour anyone could tell he wasn't just a mere boy slave but one of high rank and value. Therefore the leash I had snapped on his collar wasn't to humiliate him. I simply didn't want him to get separated from me or even worse.

After visiting some sights we entered one of the world's largest shopping centres for slave-holders. From discipline tools for slaves, food, toys and clothes to slaves itself one could get everything there. Since adult slaves still were not a common sight back home, Marcus had never seen anything like that.

The tools were often harsh and unforgiving; the slaves used for demonstration did suffer a great deal. I headed to a department selling head harnesses where I looked after some bits and harnesses to train our new pony boy. While I looked through the articles on display, Marcus was starring transfixed at the sight on the other side of the store. A dozen or so slaves, both male and female, from young to old, were shackled into frames, ready for testing the various whips, canes and belts on them. The sound of leather hitting bare skin was omnipresent.

I quickly found what I was looking for and placed an order for the items to be manufactured to size and delivered home. Sure, I could get things like that at home, but here it was not only cheaper but also better in function and design. They had so much more experience in using and disciplining slaves of all sorts; it would have been a wasted opportunity not to visit these stores.

Marcus was really glad to get away from the whippings; he was clearly terrified of what he had seen. The boy stayed as close to me as he dared.

I knew it was hard for Marcus; after all he was still just a little boy. Nevertheless it didn't harm him to know what life could hold in store for slaves. He needed to understand that, though life with me was tough sometimes, it could have easily turned out far worse for him and his friends. Marcus wouldn't be the same as before the trip. It was as if innocence had been taken from him. Long talks were in order once we got home to help him putting these experiences, either in the slave factory or in the stores, into the right places.

We spent about another hour looking around the various departments and stores. My little slave's mood surprisingly brightened quite fast as the displays became less harsh and he even fooled around with some cuffs, harnesses and other stuff I made him wear and try out. Once his expression became slightly worried as I moved through some fierce looking cock cages and he blushed really beautifully as 'little Marcus' got stiff when a little slave girl handled it in order to tie a nice ribbon around his boy parts. Marcus had become quite confident in being naked around adults and other boys, but girls, especially of his own age, still made him nervous, even if they were naked slaves too.

Though the boy liked what we did together and he had enjoyed the slave boy's services I knew he wasn't gay. There weren't any signs of that. Some not so distant day he would find himself attracted to the opposite sex. Unfortunately for him, as long he belonged to me, his little cock head wouldn't see a girl's wet cave from inside. But that was something we would have to deal with at another time.

Eventually we arrived at a very small shop that only said 'decorations' on its door. If Marcus was a free boy he would have asked what we were doing here but he just gave me a quick quizzical look, hoping I wouldn't notice. I did, of course. I caught his eyes and he froze for a moment. I didn't stop though; he knew that I knew and that was enough.

We were greeted by the smallest man I ever met. Even Marcus beat him by a few centimetres. [2½ cm = 1''] But his skills were incredible. He didn't say much, just "well, well" whatever someone said. There wasn't any need for conversation though; everything had already been agreed yesterday. The man had been slightly worried but as he saw my little slave he gave me an approving smile. He led us into the back of the shop where an adjustable table was the only furniture. I made Marcus face me and briefed him,

"Boy, this is going to happen in silence. I don't want any sound from you and I certainly don't want any tears. I'll be back in a couple of hours to fetch you. Now strip and do what you'll be told."

Without giving him the chance to react I turned around and left the shop. At least I went out of the boy's sight. I just went into a small but very comfortable room. Through a one-way mirror I had a good view at the table where Marcus's limbs were already strapped to the corners. The table was lowered almost to the ground so the man could reach up. Marcus trembled; he was on the verge of panicking. I hoped he wouldn't; I really hoped he was ready. I knew he had the strength; he just needed to find it.

The man removed Marcus' nipple rings and produced an electric cutter. It was an old one that made a huge noise. I had asked him to use that tool after he showed me the choice; the shop owner had enough experience to know what his customers wanted. Marcus tensed as the big tool came closer to his face. For a few moments he started to really shake but then he closed his eyes; took some very deep breaths and then he lay completely still. His body was still rigid and his eyes shut, but he didn't flinch or cry out. One cut and his nose ring was gone.

The man moved down to Marcus's groin. He spread the boy's legs by moving the table. If Marcus did fight he had no chance but I didn't think he tried. The machine howled and the ring in his perineum fell off. The boy tensed again as the man held his penis in a vice grip but since it hadn't hurt before he didn't react more. Once the ring was out the man gave the little cock some strokes and it responded immediately. After some quick measurements the man left Marcus alone.

Marcus was confused and didn't really understand what was happening. Sure, 'decorations' meant master wanted something done with his body. But what? And why were all the rings removed? All Marcus knew was he had to be brave. So far it didn't hurt but he didn't expect that to last. Marcus thought it was the best to keep his eyes shut.

Something touched his right ear lobe and a sharp sting almost made him yelp in surprise. Seconds later the other ear stung. It wasn't as bad as the thing they put in at the airport, nevertheless it hurt, especially as some hot metal was pushed through each lobe.

"Open mouth!" Marcus heard the man commanding.

For a couple of seconds Marcus started to panic again. 'He isn't going to put something into my mouth, is he?' Then his slave discipline kicked in. He realised if master wanted something put into his mouth, it would go in. Reluctantly he parted his jaws. Immediately some metal was shoved in and spread them wide open. But nothing else went in; instead some gauze was stuffed into his nose.

Marcus felt something pushed through the septum of his nose. Again there was a sharp, short heat and even through his stuffed nostrils he could sense the smell of burned skin and hair.

When Marcus felt something cold and wet on his chest he assumed the same would happen to his nipples. So he was more than surprised as a whole swarm of bees was attacking his nipple region. Sting over sting went around his areolas, his nipples and so on. The swarm changed to his sensitive armpits and Marcus fought really hard not to make any sound. That hurt, it really hurt.

The boy lost track of time and space as the assault of his sensitive skin went on and on. His whole body was burning, between his fingers and toes, under his arms, his butt and, worse than everything, his balls and cock. He felt something tugging at his balls and suddenly felt as if someone would tear them from his body. He couldn't help screaming but strangely his sounds were muffled by another mouth – mine.

Marcus flinched as 87 flicked his new nipple rings. He and the nullified slave boy had pulled the cart with the luggage and Nico's cage ahead to the check-in counter. Now, after they had said their own goodbyes they were waiting for their masters to say theirs. Both boys had already shed their loads of tears and were again at the verge of crying. They had become close friends during the few days. Marcus and 87 had promised to meet again, knowing well it was not in their power to make that happen.

"You know I still think you're crazy, my brother. It's simply a waste of good money."

"Maybe you're right, Aleksey. But look at him, isn't he beautiful?"

I pointed at my favourite boy who had adopted the display position when he heard us talking about him. And, at least to my eyes, he was the most beautiful boy in the world. Yes, I knew, Marcus wasn't a 'boy god' with all his features and curves right and perfect. He was just a 'normal' boy, nothing special in general opinion. But to me, he was a 'god'. I loved how he looked but even more I loved his character, his nature, his whole being.

"Aren't those ear rings framing his lovely face perfectly? Isn't that bolt in his nose accentuating his lips? Aren't those nipples not much cuter with these rings and the tattoo lines around? And his boy parts – don't they stand out proud and lovely?"

"You don't need to sell him to me. But heaven – platinum and diamonds! That jewellery is worth at least five times more than the boy himself."

"Yes, and we went through this five times already." I joked. "The boy is invaluable."

Marcus blushed from head to toes, especially after I kissed him right on his little mouth in front of everyone. His little pecker stood out, slightly curved, in a 45° angle upwards, and hard as could be. The ring around the base of his genitals sparkled in the bright light of the airport hall. He had a beautiful boyish cock and lovely tiny balls that just had dropped enough to place a ring around. The ring sat tight, tight enough to support the boy's erections but not so tight to cause discomfort. I was proud of every bit of him and the world should see it.

But it was time to say good bye to my friends. I turned to 87 who had tears in his eyes. As I opened my arms he threw himself at me, wrapping his thin arms around my waist. Nico was already in his cage so Marcus was left to show his respect for Aleksey. Already kneeling he bent forward and pressed his forehead onto the floor before lifting his face to kiss the man's shod feet. But to my and even more Marcus' surprise Aleksey reached down, grabbed the boy by his armpits and lifted him up effortlessly. When Marcus sat on the man's hip Aleksey said,

"Take good care of your Master, little man. You will need all your strength."

Marcus was still too shocked to respond in any way so he still had his mouth open when he was placed back on his feet. 87 stepped back as Aleksey took me into a bear hug. After assuring his everlasting friendship he let me go and pulled two envelopes out of his jacket.

"My friend and brother. This envelope contains all medical facts you'll need for your little pet. Good luck with him."

I could only nod.

"As for the second, I ask you to think about really good. I can see you're happy and your boys are too. If you agree, then just destroy this envelope. Again I ask you to think very hard. If you choose to open the letter, it will change your life completely and forever. Whether for good or for bad I can't tell. Choose wisely, my friend."

Chapter 49
A Last Farewell

I shouted at Nico's mum, throwing the papers onto the table. Marge hid her face in her palms, already crying.

"How could you do something like that to your own son?"

Marge cried while I looked out the open window, trying to calm down. Marge lived in a nice small house with garden where the boy's swing and slide still stood. I almost could hear his cries of joy as he swung forth and back. But my thoughts were interrupted as Marge dropped the bombshell.

"He isn't my son, at least not my own flesh and blood."

"What do you mean?" I asked, turning around abruptly.

"Sit down," she said through her tears, gulping down a glass of water.

"John and I had just married and I was pregnant. But I lost the baby. Two days later a man came and brought a baby boy. He said we had to look after him. I know it sounds crazy but I knew John was involved in some business that wasn't completely legal. I was depressed after the miscarriage and John managed to talk me into taking the boy as our son. We called him after Nicodemus, my grandfather and great mentor. John could arrange all necessary papers and we became the boy's legal parents. Since no one knew I lost my child no one was suspicious. Who he really is – nobody knows."

Marge paused while she refilled her glass, got up, opened a drawer and took out a photo album. Flicking through the pages she continued.

"However, we soon discovered the boy's very slow development. We tried to ask but were told to shut up and not to visit any doctor. We learned to cope with it. I had prepared an explanation for my friends and fortunately they accepted everything. We had to postpone his school enrolment twice because he was still too small and often very sick. As you might know, John was shot during an armed bank robbery. I was told he was waiting for service but I know that's not true. Nevertheless I was suddenly alone with the boy. Fortunately he had a life insurance so I got some money."

"Did you see that man again?"

"No, I didn't. But John took Nico to a doctor every other month or when the boy got sick. And he's been sick very often. After John's death I got a call and was told not to tell anyone but that was it. You have to believe me. I really love the boy like my own son. I was so happy when he eventually started to catch up with the other boys."

"How old is he really?"

"I don't know exactly. But John and I married fifteen years ago and we got the boy shortly after."

Our conversation went on for a while but nothing substantial could be obtained. I doubted I would be able to track the boy's parentage but of course I would try. Meanwhile I had to do everything to keep him alive, and if that was not to be, to prevent him from suffering.

When I rounded the corner to get my pet I had tied to the rain pipe. I guessed the boy had crawled around the corner into the shadow of the house but I was met by the view of a boy who was silently crying his eyes out. Looking up I cursed myself for being so stupid. The open window was right above him. He must have overheard our conversation.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I said to myself.

This wasn't what the boy needed right now.

Things at home ran pretty smooth. The old pecking order was quickly re-established when Jan got a harsh whipping from Marcus in front of everyone. Jan didn't question the punishment, he had been in charge and he failed, at least he thought so. But the whipping turned out as expected. Marcus was back in command and in the other boys' eyes Jan was a hero for taking the whole blame and the whipping the way he did. I was impressed by the way Marcus handled the whole affair without me interfering.

Jan continued to run the house, with noticeable tighter reins, while Marcus kept an eye on everything. When he wasn't with me Marcus strode around, encouraging the boys or lending a helping hand more often than dishing out reprimands or punishments. At breaks he told about our trip, of course letting out the few he knew about Nico, or let the boys look at his new body decorations.

Meanwhile I had taken Nico to several veterinarians but the results were, to say at least, mixed. I was determined no to let him think too much about what he heard. We spent most of the time learning how to use the new control device. I tried to make it as much fun as possible for both of us, though of course there were setbacks when things went too rough or his mood slipped. It was a good thing I eventually managed to trigger a natural sleep instead of shutting him down artificially.

Thunder made good progress too; I planned to take him out for a first ride soon. Sitting in my office I starred at the envelope on my desk. I didn't know how often I did this since we came back from our trip. The corners of the envelope were already open but that was as far as I had dared to go. I was lost in thoughts so I almost was startled as one of my boys rushed through the door and dropped on his knees. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Master, please come! Quick, Master!" Timo stammered.

Since the boy would never make anything up I knew something bad must have happened. My first thought was at Nico; it had been Timo's task to feed my pet. But as he left the office he didn't head to the stables but ran towards the old slave quarters. As I entered the black slaves' room Marcus was already there. The two other boys were kneeling at the side of the third, holding one of the boy's hands. The boy, the oldest of the three, was breathing heavily and had his eyes shut.

Marcus just looked at me with a blank expression. I knew what was going on and thought I would be prepared when it happened, but I wasn't. I was shocked. Nevertheless I remembered what I had read. I sat down, pulled the boy's head onto my lap and put my hands on his head.

"You had served me well, my boy. Your fathers and brothers are awaiting you. You may go in peace."

I really fought to hold back my tears but lost when the boy's strained face relaxed. There was even a hint of a smile as he took a deep breath – and then his body became limp.

The two remaining boys didn't shed a tear as they had done the honours to their 'brother', but as the crate with the boy's body was loaded into the van they started to shake.

None of my boys did know, of course, but though the servants were regarded as slaves, by law they were free citizens of their home country. The embassy had sent their doctor and staff to collect the boy as had been the order of Prince Hassan. When the men were ready to leave I turned to the two servants and passed the message I had just received.

"Boys," I said and they immediately fell onto their knees. "Both of you have served me well. According to the wishes of His Highness Prince Hassan you are to bring your brother into the land of your fathers and rejoin the ranks of the servants of the royal family. You were loyal servants to me and you will continue your service in the land you belong to."

I knew the boys would have continued to service me until their time came but I also knew it wasn't right. That wasn't their place, they belonged to their homeland, where they could share the pleasures of their servitude with other boys of their own tribe. When I had called the embassy I left a message to be passed to His Highness and it had been confirmed by the embassy staff. I hated to see them go, I would miss them though I hadn't seen very much of them. But I knew it was the right thing to do.

The boys kissed my feet, with tears in their eyes, then bowed to the other boys before entering the waiting van. My boys were crying too as they had done often since the boy had passed away. Timo had taken it especially hard since he spent the most time with his fellow cook. Marcus had held him tightly while they both cried themselves into sleep in Marcus's sleeping basket. Now they were holding each other for comfort and protection.

That night the boys went to bed hungry. I just didn't think about that since it had happened automatically with the black boys cooking my food and mixing their gruel. Now the boys were gone and Timo wasn't in a state he could do any cooking. None of the boys were ever confronted with death directly and Timo took it the hardest way. As usual, Marcus knew what he had to do. Not a second he parted from Timo's side and with my nodded approval he took his friend back to his sleeping basket and held him tightly.

Breakfast was delicious; I scolded myself for the thoughts but in some ways I was glad my Timo was back in the kitchen. The food was perfect though I thought I had found some tears at the rim of the plate.

Marcus was very quiet and his voice sounded tired as he read the news. I knew he hadn't slept very much last night. I had heard his whispers of comfort for his friend who suffered multiple nightmares. My sleep was anything then refreshing too.

I went to see Julian. He was doing quite well despite his long-term bondage. Of course he wasn't completely immobilised the whole time, young limbs need movement and he had to be protected from getting sore from lying. But everyone could see he was desperate to cum. Before he enjoyed his daily orgasms, even on the costs of pain, but since his accident he was only teased but not granted relief.

As had become usual he got some lashes on his boy tits and boy parts. His little pecker became rock hard just from seeing me enter the room. His eyes were pleading but I think he knew his hope was futile. He moaned into his gag as he got a final flick on his rock hard pecker.

On my way out I ordered Marcus to set a tough list of chores for Timo so he wouldn't have much time to think about what had happened, and to take a nap himself. Marcus was surprised but didn't say anything. Though he was a slave as my right hand he was allowed to ask questions to make sure he had understood everything. Obviously he knew that I knew he was really tired.

Jan was waiting on the driveway with Thunder already put between the bars of the rickshaw. It was time for the first trip with my new pony. I was hesitant but Jan convinced me that Thunder needed the challenge so they could see where they had to work on more. It would be a good distraction for me too.

Thunder was just in his birthday suite, the pony accessories would come later when he had finished his training. He wore his harness, bridle, blinders and training bit, which was less cruel than the punishment bite with its gag triggering feather but still quite uncomfortable. The pony boy was nervous, he had to be reminded to stay still several times. Close to his feet sat my little pet Nico. Jan held the leashes of both slaves and stood at attention. He was nervous too. I had threatened him with the worst trashing he ever got if Thunder didn't meet my expectations. On the other hand I had promised him a big surprise if he succeeded.

Chris crouched beside the rickshaw, providing a comfortable step for me to get in. That wasn't an order from me, but of course I was pleased. When I got comfortable a problem arose. I wanted to take Nico with me but the rickshaw was designed for only one man to sit on. Maybe I could squeeze a boy in next to me but having my pet sit on his butt beside me was out of question. He couldn't crawl along either, it wanted to see how fast Thunder could run.

Not wanting to waste more time I simply hauled him across the footrest and placed my feet on his back. I knew it was highly undignified to be treated like that in front of his friends but he would survive. Taking the leash from Jan I looked at the nicely tanned backside of my pony boy. The weeks of hard training had toned the muscles in his whole body. His shoulder blades twitched in anticipation of the first lick of the whip that he knew would come soon.

Until now Jan had managed to train the boy without creating permanent scars. If that would last I didn't know but I was determined to drive the boy hard and not to give him any slack. Without saying anything I pulled the right rein. Thunder didn't turn his head a I had expected but made a step to the side and as my pulling continued he turned the rickshaw slowly to the right.

After trying some other commands just by pulling the leash I was impressed with Jan's work. Though he had never worked with a real horse or a pony boy he had trained Thunder to respond correctly. He had access to web pages but I hadn't thought he would do so well. With a flick of the reins I gave the signal for the boy to start. He leaned slightly forward to pull the chains that connected his harness to the rickshaw tight and put one foot forward. It was the first time he had to pull the cart with a grown man into and adding Nico didn't make it easier.

Slowly the rickshaw moved and with the initial resistance overrode the cart became faster. We passed the gate and for the first time I was out in public with my new pony boy pulling me through the streets. The road went slightly downhill and so we accelerated to an acceptable speed. Thunder's naked feet padded on the asphalt and his breathing was audible – fast but not strained, yet. The traffic was low but of course we attracted quite a bit of attention in the streets.

After about 15 minutes we reached the outskirts of our small town – it was more a village than a town, though – and the road became hilly. The boy's back got some red spots as I had to use the whip more and more to encourage him to keep up the speed. When we reached the woods we turned into an unsurfaced path. The ride became bumpy and Thunder was struggling to keep running. I didn't want to risk injuries so I slowed him down to walking speed. By now he was breathing hard.

We reached a clearing and I steered him onto the mowed meadow. Some flicks with the whip later he was again running as fast as he could. We needed the speed for the last part of the way, a very steep path. But the path was too long and too steep for him to run up completely. He fought hard but eventually he couldn't go further. His feet were scratching the dirt but all he could was to prevent the cart from rolling backwards.

Nico was already out of the cart and crawling along and after a minute or two of shouting and whipping I relented and stepped off too. The boy was drenched in sweat and his legs were covered with dust and dirt. He was panting heavily. When I passed him he gave me a quick glance. There was fear in his eyes.

I simply went ahead with the leash still in my hand. Thunder had still difficulties to pull the cart the last meters up to our destination – after all he was just a boy. I knew there was no way he could make it all the way up, in fact he went further than I had expected, but of course the pony boy would never know that.

We had reached another clearing with a beautiful pond fed by spring water and surrounded with rocks. The sun covered the whole clearing with its warm rays. It was like a little paradise. Though quite close to the town almost nobody came here. I took a blanket from the rickshaw and placed it at the edge of the wood, leaving Thunder standing in the sun to dry off.

Of course the boy was thirsty but he wouldn't get anything before we got home. That was something he had to learn too. I was in control of everything and he hadn't lost so much fluids that he needed to fill up. To his credit he just stood there where I dropped the leash. He didn't try to sit down or let the bars go.

Nico wasn't in a playful mood. He fetched the sticks I threw dutifully but didn't enjoy our games like he usually did. I tried to learn some more tricks at the remote control and Nico's body followed the commands more or less successfully. The boy pet became even more sullen. Usually he smirked when a trick worked and smirked even more when I totally blew one. I had become quite competent with my commandos so the times the boy was in danger of getting hurt were gone. But this time he didn't respond at all and that wasn't fun for me either so I told him to roam around but stay away from the water while I checked some mails with my PDA.

There was something in his eyes I couldn't put my finger on but I shrugged it off. He trotted away and I immersed myself into the conversations. I had no idea how much time had passed when I looked up again. Looking around I saw Thunder still standing where I left him but Nico was nowhere to see. It was only when I heard a distant splashing when I looked up the higher rocks at the other side of the pond. Then I saw him. Nico knelt on the top of the highest rock, about eight meters [25 ft] above the water. I was shocked since I knew his averseness to both height and unknown water. The boy squatted on the edge of the rock as if he wanted to jump.

"Nico, no! Don't move! I'll be there in a second!" I shouted.

Nico lifted his head that hung down. He looked at my direction, let out a pitiful "Woof" and leaned forward. I fumbled with the remote control, trying to freeze him before he lost balance. Finally I got the right button but it was too late. The rock was fragile, parts broke off and the boy tripped over. As if it was in slow motion I saw his body falling; crushing against the foot of the rock and landing in the water with a big splash.

"Nooooo!"

Shouting was the only thing I could do while dropping onto my knees.

Chapter 50
The Plan (1)

"He would have liked it."

Timo had just planted the last pot of flowers into the freshly dug soil beneath an old tree at the east side of the yard. I knew the boy had often watched the rising of the sun from that very same spot and that was what the flowers did symbolize. It was an ideal place to remember him.

"God the Almighty had decided to call his servant to his heavenly kingdom. That leaves us to remember him and being grateful for knowing him." I addressed my assembled boys.

"Amen."

Julian, who had been brought out by his mates, intoned a song and I couldn't hold back my tears. All the boys were crying and I grabbed Marcus by his arms, lifted him up and swayed him while we both cried.

Eventually we all calmed down. I put Marcus down and went for a walk around the grounds. I needed some time alone. Too much had happened in the last few days. Marcus would care for the rest. I knew he was strong. I didn't know how much time passed until I reached the stable. I had passed the empty dog house and said a quick prayer – I didn't remember the last time I did before.

Entering the stable I saw the naked form lying in a puddle of urine and felt a pang of guilt. The boy was badly bruised; his backside was all black, blue and green but his overall skin tone was as pale as a sheet of paper. His collar was locked to a bolt in the ground so he could barely lift his face – even if he wanted to. The blood from his nose had dried and so had the tears. His eyes were closed and he breathed slowly.

Years ago I had sworn I would never again beat a slave in a rage – and now I failed. Thunder had not deserved any of the hundreds of lashes he got. He simply was available when my rage needed a valve. I was lucky I didn't kill him – whether he was lucky too I didn't know. Fetching a bucket with water and a sponge I went over to the boy and squatted at his side. While looking at his abused body my thoughts went back.

It should have been I who was jumping into the pond to pull Nico out of the water. The pond wasn't very big nor was it very deep. Instead I knelt there in despair, not knowing what to do. It was the slave boy who was running and jumping into the pond, diving and pulling Nico onto dry land. It was the slave boy who put himself back into his harness and between the bars of the rickshaw, ready to take him to the vet. It was he who brought me back to reality and into the cart holding Nico tightly. It was he who pulled the cart home with all the power he could muster. And yet I had directed all my anger and rage onto him, I had hung him from a beam and whipped the daylights out of him.

I don't know what brought me to my senses. Marcus stood there, trembling and clenching his fists, with tears rolling down his cheeks, but without any sounds. I took the boy off the hook, dragged him over to the stalls and locked his collar to the ground, before storming off to the house. All the while Marcus stood there, watching me in silence, but with accusing eyes. I hardly slept that night, all the time the images of Nico crashing into the pond popped into my mind but mostly I was haunted by Marcus's eyes.

Shaking my head I unlocked his collar and sat beside him. Slowly and gently I pulled the boy onto my lap. He stirred but didn't wake up. That changed as I started to sponge his battered body down, trying to wash the worst grime away. The initial confusion in his eyes was quickly replaced with shear terror as he recognised my face. His whole body shook like aspen leaves and his young heart raced at highest levels. It couldn't blame him for that, even in his worst nightmares he wouldn't have dreamed of such a harsh whipping.

He opened his mouth as if to say something but no sound came out. I placed a finger on my mouth to hush him. I gently washed his face and chest. He winced when the sponge touched some sore spots. It took him quite a while to relax but when he did he didn't look like the self-confident, sturdy teenager he used to be, but as a boy who needed to be held and comforted.

I don't know how long I sat there with the boy on my lap, caressing his bruised body and letting him cry his pain out. It's amazing how the longing for some affection quickly overrode a boy's hate and fear for the adult who had tormented him so harshly. I had seen it before. When the tears eventually ceased he started to respond to my words. A conversation began. Soon he did most of the talking, once started the words poured out of his mouth like a waterfall. He told me about his training, how he felt and what had happened. There wasn't much I didn't know but that didn't matter.

Nothing did matter. Never before had one of my slaves died and never before had a slave jumped from a rock to end the suffering I had put on him. Slowly my thoughts started to wander. Images and sounds of happier days popped into my mind, days when laughter and fun filled most of the day. I remembered watching the boys on the soccer pit, Nico taking the ball at his own penalty box, running across the field and passing to Timo for him to score. I remembered Sebastian chasing the boys in my backyard. The memories hurt and I had to keep telling myself that it was not my fault the boys ended up as my slaves.

Just as my mind came back to reality I thought I hadn't heard right.

"Wait, wait!" I interrupted the boy's chatter.

Thunder yelped as my hand involuntarily squeezed his leg at a sore spot. I caught myself in time before I could say 'sorry'.

"What did you mean by 'you managed to become my slave'?"

Lifting his chin with my fingers I could see the tears starting again.

"Master, I… I… I wanted to be with Nico again," the boy sobbed.

"I… am gay. Girls don't mean anything to me…"

The sobs increased, but I waited. Eventually he managed to gather his courage and continued with a firmer voice.

"The moment I saw Nico the first time in the school's locker room I fell in love. It took me some time to realize what had happened. But he's younger, I was too scared to talk to him. I did watch all his matches and I loved seeing him in his shorts. I was devastated when I learned he was put into slavery."

"And you became a criminal to become a slave yourself?" I asked unbelievingly.

He looked at me with wide eyes. His skin became even paler.

"No … Master. There were a couple of older boys. They called me a dirty faggot and beat me up, pulled my pants down and squeezed my balls hard until I screamed. They made me suck their cocks. One day they showed me some pictures of my brother playing nude at our pond. They said if I don't sell drugs for them they would take my brother and rape him!"

The boy broke down again; waves of sobs ran through his body.

"I couldn't let that happen to him! I couldn't!" he kept repeating while clinging at me tightly.

I just held him and let him cry. In fact I had no idea what to say. If he was telling the truth – and he would have been an extraordinary actor if not – he became a criminal to protect his little brother. I remembered the two boys when Thunder's father brought him over. Yes, there was no doubt the boy loved the little one. Suddenly everything made sense. Thunder loved Nico. It was no secret that Nico was my slave – and as the father had told me it had been the son's idea to choose me as master. The sudden change in the boy's demeanour whenever Nico was close by. I cursed myself for being so blind!

I just kept holding the boy, caressing his bruised body and placing a kiss on his head. Exhausted the boy eventually fell asleep. Not trusting him not to do anything stupid I locked his collar again to the bolt on the floor. As I finished covering the slave's body with an old blanket I thought I saw a shadow disappearing at the stable's door, but I wasn't sure.

Weeks passed by. Life had returned to normality, at least as far as possible. Thunder's training continued. His body had healed pretty quickly but it was clear he missed his beloved Nico so I insisted he was secured in his stable when nobody was with him. The other boys had orders to be together with at least another slave all the time. There was no way I wanted any of them to get bad ideas. The reins were held tightly and the workdays long but I tried to spend some time with each of the boys every day.

Julian's leg became better too. The vet had removed the external fixture and put on a cast so the boy could move on crutches. Immediately he found himself scheduled for different chores he could do while sitting or kneeling. He didn't mind the bondage when he could looking forward for relief, but since I told him he wouldn't be able to cum until he was fully healed he didn't enjoy lying totally still at all.

Timo was back in charge of the kitchen. The boy was thriving and didn't mind wearing a bib and diapers any more. He even mixed his share of slave chow and water so it could be put into a baby bottle for him to suck. It was always a turn on for me to have him sit on my lap and sucking the bottle I held for him. To his credit, slurping the food out of a bowl wasn't more dignified either.

I had spotted some hairs over Sebastian's boy parts. With any other boy my sadistic heart would have let him grow a small patch and then removed it in front of his fellow slaves. But since Sebastian was emotionally still not fully recovered I told Jan to apply some of the hair destroying cream next time he cleaned the boy down there, of course without telling Sebastian what was going on.

I had introduced Jan to bookkeeping in my office and he did well. So he spent more and more time at the desk, passing the training of Thunder to the other boys. He did really well. Not only kept track of all my money, occasionally he suggested investments tactics that mostly turned out successfully. Since I didn't want the papers and the computer on the floor – but it was out of question for a slave to use the master's desk let alone sit on a chair – Chris built a fine desk so Jan could kneel in front of it.

Jan took his new tasks very seriously. Once when I came into the office I saw him kneeling on a piece of wood; the pain was clearly visible on his face. As I asked he told me that he found two mistakes he made yesterday, and since he could not whip himself, this was punishment and a reminder to do better.

Everyone seemed to be back to their natural selves, except Marcus. I couldn't put my finger on it. He ruled the house in his usual firm yet understanding way; he did everything I expected from him and we had very enjoyable nights together. But somehow there wasn't the usual fire in his eyes; I often saw him sitting on his favourite spot under the trees, his lips moving but without any sound escaping. If asked what he was doing he simply said "Thinking."

I dismissed any worried thoughts as overreaction. I tried to convince myself that in time he would come to terms with what had happened. But one night in bed, after we had watched the news of a tragic accident of a boy being killed by a speeding car, Marcus suddenly asked.

"Master, what would you do if I weren't here any more, Master?"

I was shocked. I didn't know an answer. Every other slave would have earned the beating of his life for such impertinence, but of course, in bed snuggled against me the boy had permission to speak freely. It wasn't the question itself that left me speechless; it was that the boy had put all my fears and worries into a simple question. In fact I had spent hours of sleeplessness asking myself that very same question. There was just one answer, and against all rules of masterly behaviour, I whispered through the tears that ran down my face.

"Oh boy, that would tear my heart out. I can not think of a life without you!"

"So you haven't opened the envelope yet."

It was not a question; Aleksey only stated the obvious; at least what was obvious to him. Though I had some close friends nearby there was no one I could talk to as I could with Aleksey. And we talked. I told him everything, especially what I thought was going on with Marcus.

"No. Would it help?"

"Well, it definitively can bring him back to you, closer then ever. But…"

"But?"

"But you also may lose him forever."

"Why? How?"

"I can't say. I can't even say whether you should read it or not. Maybe it is necessary to lose him so you can win him back. I really don't know. All I can say is listen to your heart. "

After that phone call I locked the door to my quarters and wouldn't let anyone in, not even Marcus. After twelve hours the boys were really worried. After 24 hours the boys were terrified. 36 hours passed and the boys panicked. Just as Chris had put the drill in position I opened the door. I was shocked when the boys told me how long I was in there. To me it was just a couple of hours.

The envelope still in my hand I raced out and drove away.

To say the boys were scared would be an understatement. They didn't understand what was going on but they knew the chances that it turned out well in any way were minimal. For the second week now they were locked into the slaves' cell in the basement, where the black boys had lived. Even Thunder was there. There was no light; only a small light well let a few sun's rays in. In one corner there was a water hose and a bucket for their bodily needs. Only Timo was allowed out twice a day to prepare the master's breakfast and dinner, fetch the boys' food and empty the bucket.

Meanwhile I think I called for all the favours friends and acquaintances owed me. Slowly a plan began to take form. A plan that would need the efforts of many people and, most of all, luck.

When there was nothing more to prepare it was time to start the action. Originally I had planed to make it a celebration; however there was no time for that. My friends and I had agreed that I had to act as fast as possible.

It was a filthy and pathetic bunch of slaves that knelt in front of me. Their limbs were shackled with the heavy iron chains. Fear stood in their eyes. Some of them cried softly.

"Boys!" I shouted.

"Boys," I repeated in a more normal voice as I had their attention. "Things happened lately that made me start thinking. I admit it's not easy but I've came to the decision that some of you will have to go."

Though well-trained slaves, that was too much to take for some of them. They started to cry and to plead.

"Silence!"

"You are slaves. All of you brought this upon yourself. Don't blame anyone for that. It's the lot of a slave to be bought and sold. A slave doesn't need to know when or why. However, all of you served me well so I will tell you what is going on."

Jan hung his head. As the oldest of the boys he knew his time as my slave was over. He had been sold once. Tears rolled over his face. But though he was afraid of what would come, his first thought was with the shaking boy next to him.

"Chris!"

Jan thought someone was ripping his heart out as Chris let out a high-pitched wail.

"As you know I had no interest in you but the other boys convinced me to give you a chance. Until this summer I didn't regret. But I can't tolerate that you put your emotions over your duties. Therefore I will give you to a new master who will hopefully find a way to teach you how to behave."

"Jan!"

The boy's head came slowly up.

"Boy, I bought you to teach the youngsters how to become good slaves. You pleased me. However, you know I like my slaves young, much younger then you are. You have grown into a fine specimen of manhood. You have proven that you are a trustworthy slave that would give his own life for his master. Some weeks ago you threw yourself onto me as a roof tile came down. Luckily you got only bruises but it could easily have hit your head. Or mine, if you hadn't reacted so fast. Since you are a slave for more than half of your life, the society considers your debt as paid."

I touched his collar with the remote control and it fell to the floor.

"To my application the Juvenile Criminal Court had decided that you are released from enslavement today. In view of the fact that your old persona legally doesn't exist any more it was my duty as your master to select a full name for you. Stand up as a free man, Jan Mikhailowitsch."

Jan couldn't. His knees were too weak. He couldn't believe what I had said. His whole body shook and trembled. I reached down, wiped the tears from his face and slowly pulled him up.

"Master…" he started.

"Hush boy. I said you are a free man. You don't have a master any more."

He trembled and his knees almost buckled. I held him by his arm.

"You need some help to start your new life. There is a house just down the street I had bought two years ago. You can live there if you want. I have set up a bank account that will help you until you find a job. A lawyer will help you to sort everything out. " Jan was too overwhelmed to say a word. He nodded and cried again, now in happiness.

"I know there is one particular slave that has found a certain place in your heart."

I reached down and put a leash on Chris's collar.

"Treat him better than I did, Master Jan."

The boys stared at me dumbfounded. They thought it would break their hearts loosing Jan and Chris to an unknown fate. Now they understood. Slowly smiles broke through their tears.

"There is one last thing." I said. "There will be another slave we have to say goodbye to."

The boys looked at me unbelievingly.

"Marcus!"

Chapter 51
The Plan (2)

It was a sleepless night with my Sebastian and Timo at my side. I had told both not to ask because I couldn't answer their questions yet. Nevertheless I told them not to hold back their tears; they didn't and I held them cuddled against me the whole night long. Their bodies felt warm against my skin but otherwise I felt nothing but emptiness.

We spent a whole week like that. In the morning the two boys joined their fellow slaves in the cell where Julian and Thunder were shackled to bolts in the wall. I didn't trust them to stay alone unsupervised and so they were stored securely. None of them could do any harm to each other or themselves while I was away busy. I was sorry for the boys but couldn't help it.

Eventually my friends and I had finished preparations and the lawsuits were filed. Now all we could do was wait. But it was time to let one of the most important persons into the whole thing.

"Welcome, Master Jan, Sir!" I heard Sebastian greet my visitor at the door.

"Jan, my friend, how are you?" I welcomed him myself as he was brought into the old library I had seldom used before but had found very helpful during the last days.

"Ma…, Sir, fine, thank you very much, Sir."

"How is everything going?"

"It's so much to learn, Sir. Mr. Adam does his best to help me but there are lots of things I don't understand, Sir."

"Go easy, my friend. Take your time. And the boys?"

"Chris is doing fine, Sir. But Marcus takes it very hard; he hadn't said a single word since. He does his chores and everything he's told, but that's it. I don't know what to do."

Jan swallowed deeply.

"Sir, why did you send him away, Sir? I don't understand; I mean, I thought you love him?"

I could see how hard it was for the former slave to ask such a question. He was trembling. I pulled him into a tight hug.

"I do, son, I really do. Come, take a seat and I will explain."

Making sure the soundproof door was locked I poured and handed Jan a cup of tea. Again, the simple act of me serving him almost made him jump out of his skin. I knew it was hard for someone who had been a slave for so long to become a free man; it could be years before he was functioning normally. Some former slaves never did. I only hoped nothing went wrong, especially as I was about to become his worst enemy.

"Jan, what I will tell you now must not leave this room. If anything goes wrong, not only your life depends on your secrecy."

Taking the cup from his trembling hands and placing it on the table between the chairs, I continued.

"Please listen; I will answer your question afterwards. About twelve years ago a man attended a party and had some drinks. There was a girl, a young woman he knew since childhood. The man didn't remember much but they ended up in bed together. Man and woman parted the next morning and never mentioned that night again. The girl married a young soldier soon after. Both were happy. She gave birth to a lovely little boy."

"The family lived happily together. However, destiny was against them. The boy's parents died in a horrible accident. He was quite lucky, though, he got into foster care and not into an orphanage, where he would probably have ended as a slave. Unfortunately, some years later, he was sentenced to slavery by a court."

I took a sip of tea.

"Again, luck was with him as he didn't end in a brothel or mine. The boy was bought, with his friends, by a single master who trained them to be house slaves. It was a tough place but he lived. A couple of years later said master got a message he couldn't believe. He ran test after test but in the end there was the same result every time. By 99.99% the little slave was his biological son."

Jan sat there with his jaw hitting the floor.

"Now the master was in real trouble. A slave can't stay with his parents; the law is explicit about that. Of course the master could simply destroy the evidence and nobody would probably ever ask. But what father could have his flesh and blood around him as a slave?"

"No, the master had to act quickly; he had to move the boy to a secure place. But it mustn't raise suspicion. It came in handy he had the right person right at his hands. There was an older boy, a slave himself, who would have scarified his life to save his master. The master knew he wouldn't find someone more loyal and the boy deserved to get a chance for a new life. Since the boy had reached adulthood and served more than half of his life in slavery the master filed a request for release."

Jan had tears in his eyes.

"It wasn't easy, though. That rule was still valid but rarely used. Whether a slave seldom reached that stage or slave owners simply weren't willing to free a slave the master didn't know, but he managed to free the boy. It was the first time in years the court granted manumission."

Jan lost it totally. I had to catch him as he threw himself onto the floor, obviously trying to kiss me feet. I pulled him up and into a hug and held him until his crying abated. When he was in a state to listen again I continued.

"You may ask why the master doesn't simply free the boy. It's just not possible. He's a slave for life and he had served just two years. No, the only way to get him free is to reverse the sentence. The master's lawyers had checked the whole case and they think they might have found something. But... and that's crucial... if someone learns that the boy is the master's son, everything will be lost."

"What can I do?" Jan stammered.

"You will learn how to live as a free man. Mr. Adam is your mentor and your guardian. You know, there's a probation period before the manumission is finalized. Ask him before you sign anything. Besides that, be a good master for your boys. And not a word to anyone, especially not to Mr. Adam, let alone the boys."

The first hearings were catastrophic. We couldn't score a single point. My moods became worse and I didn't trust myself around the boys any more. Though it was all accidental I couldn't risk damaging them permanently. Julian suffered from a kick into his balls. I didn't mean to but he was at his usual place under my desk. It just happened. Timo got knocked unconscious as I threw a book across the room, hitting him on the side of his head as he brought my tea. Sebastian luckily escaped serious injury as I literally ran him over.

So the boys were again locked away in the basement and I was alone in my bed. For the umpteenth time I wondered if it was worth all that. But then I heard my boy's laughter and Marcus's face with his heart-melting smile popped up in my mind and I knew it was. I missed his warm body; his soft skin against mine. I missed his sweet voice and his soft lips. But most I missed the happiness in the boy's eyes, the deep love and trust that used to be there.

I knew it would be a long and hard time to build that up again. But God had given me something I thought I would never have. He had given me a son, a real son, the real biological son I had dreamed of so much when I was younger. There was no way I could stand the thought of my son being a slave. No, I have to get him free. A pang of guilt raced through me as I thought how much I had loved his sweet lips around my cock and how wonderful it felt when my cock was deep inside the boy's bowels. On the other hand I knew he liked it too; it had shown him that it could be a part of the love we shared. It had banished the daemons of his past.

But these times were over. Never again would I fill my sexual lust with Marcus's body. Not only would it be illegal, it would be wrong in every way. My friend's letter had indeed changed everything and I was really looking forward to our new life as a two-man family. I knew it would be a happy life if everything went right. If…

We had known we wouldn't have a chance to free all the boys, though nobody really believed they would have attacked a police officer deliberately or even grossly negligent. But Richard, my friend and lawyer had pointed out that the oldest boy – Sebastian – and the youngest – Marcus – were apart more then two years of age. He argued that Marcus had just been led astray by his older friends. That wasn't much but something the assigned counsel hadn't tried.

But our strategy was taken apart piece by piece. We had clearly underestimated the state attorney. Usually the prosecutors in such cases were rookies or less talented ones, but not this time. The woman was clearly top notch, tough and strong willed. The judge on the other hand seemed to be quite uncomfortable with the whole affair but you couldn't put a finger on it.

Not only couldn't we get through with our arguments, but also were we threatened for obstruction of justice. The state attorney said she would file charges against me and Jan. This would inevitably lead to declaring us unfit to own slaves; in case of Jan even re-enslavement. Though Richard said this wouldn't happen, I hardly slept the following night.

I must have looked terrible as I opened the cell to feed the boys. There wasn't much light in the cell and the boys were cuddled together for comfort. They quickly got onto their knees with their foreheads on the ground. It was a pathetic sight. The smell in the cell was nauseating; the bucket in the corner was full of excrements and the boys were as filthy as could expected. As I placed the food bowl on the floor I could see Sebastian was struggling to pick up the courage to say something. The other boys were encouraging him with gestures and noises as far as they dared to.

"Speak!" I ordered him.

"M…m… master," he began. "We don't know what's going on but please would you let us help, Master?"

I was taken aback by his words but after a few seconds of thinking I just ordered him to fetch the bucket and come with me.

After he had a good and long scrub under the icy cold water of the hose outside a shivering teen boy found himself sitting on his master's lap. It was the first time I really noticed how much the boy had grown lately. I ran my hand over his belly down to his groin, resting on the smooth skin where his first pubic hairs had been. If the boy had realised that he had been denuded he gave no sign. His balls hung low and his cock was filling out the cage almost completely. I gently rubbed his back while I explained.

"You boys are slaves. Whether you deserved that or not doesn't matter. You are slaves and always will be, unless some time in future a kind master will set you free. But that could only happen many, many years from now. You may not understand and I can't explain it in detail but there is only the tiniest chance for one of you. My lawyers were trying to find a hole so we get the youngest of you free. It's the only chance we have and we couldn't try it with one of you older boys."

"Nevertheless it doesn't look good and therefore I'm very nervous. You know my moods. You know I might hurt you when I'm upset. That's why you are locked away; not to punish you but to protect you."

Sebastian just sat on my lap and starred at some distant point. I didn't know why I bothered to explain to him but I had to admit sharing my thoughts helped in some ways, and running my hands over his soft skin felt really good.

"He's your son, isn't he?"

The boy's question caught me completely off guard. I was so perplexed I didn't even notice he didn't call me master.

"Why… how…" I stuttered.

"He has your eyes."

Chapter 52
The Plan (3)

"… and it is important you don't tell anyone."

Suddenly Sebastian snapped out of his torpor. He looked at me uncomprehendingly.

"Master, don't tell what, Master?" he whispered sheepishly.

I started to become angry but as I looked deeply into his eyes I could see the boy really had no clue. It was just as if it had not been him on my lap the last few minutes.

"Master?"

"It's o.k. boy. It doesn't matter. Now, go down to the cell, clean it up and take the others out into the back yard. Have some fun. I'll call you."

"Master, yes Master. Thank you, Master."

Sebastian still didn't understand but he left obediently. About 30 minutes later I heard some squeals and laughter from outside. As I lifted the drapes I saw the boys chasing each other. As Sebastian and Timo ran to a group of trees at the other side of the lawn, Thunder knelt down, put Julian onto his shoulders and effortlessly lifted him up. Julian held his arms out and pretended to fly as Thunder sped across the grass.

I turned away from the window and leaned with my back against the wall, closing my eyes. How would it be watching my own son playing freely with his friends? A smile played around my lips as I imagined Marcus running around, free of all sorrows, kicking a ball, laughing and having fun with his friends. Friends? A dark cloud shadowed my happy thoughts. Would he still have friends when he became a free boy? How would the other boys react when they learned that he was the only one to become a real boy again? If I just knew that I was doing the right thing…

I missed Marcus terribly. I needed all my will not to run over to Jan's home. But I knew I couldn't. It was a part of the law I wasn't able to understand but my lawyer said I mustn't have any contact with the boy for at least three months. However, if it would help, I must bear it.

These thoughts helped me to regain my composure enough to settle again into some sort of routine. The boys were back on duty; Sebastian and Timo shared the domestic chores and Thunder's exercises while Julian, when not required as assistance to the two others, spent the day in various degrees of bondage and pain. In fact, the first night after the boys' release I had the best fuck in weeks. I came once without touching my cock while giving Julian a good lashing – to my credit the boy came twice himself – and a second time after pounding his butt with my groin while ramming my pole into his little fuck canal. Afterwards I slept like a baby for almost ten hours, with Julian, silently suffering from a vibrator plug on full power in his little ass, tightly bound at my side (his just healed limbs carefully protected, of course).

Sebastian was, by then, used to his weekly milking sessions. He really had made a lot of improvement; he hadn't needed his medicine for weeks. Thunder was introduced to the milking machine too. His not unimpressive boy parts were encased by a heavy iron tube around the base of his genitals. Only his balls and the head of his penis were hanging out. The tube held the boy's genitals away from his body so they didn't slap painfully against his legs while running and, of course, prevented unwanted erections. Thunder also got a Prince Albert piercing with a sturdy metal ring to which three bells were attached. The pony couldn't make a step without being heard.

The milking was the only time Thunder was allowed inside the main building. He always wore his head harness. His back teeth had been removed and the blacksmith had fitted him with a bit that could stay in his mouth permanently. Of course his jaws were sore at first and he painfully learned the necessity of keeping his gums clean. Attached to a chain that allowed him to roam around the stable he took care of his living quarters himself. He changed the straw in his stall when necessary, wiped out most of the dust and provided himself with enough grist and water in his feeding trough three times a day. He did his 'business' in a corner of the barn where he could hose himself down.

I had remembered how Marcus had looked at some oversized birdcages as we visited the slave shopping centre. Each had held a slave boy or girl that had started to sing when being watched. There had been a smile playing around Marcus's lips and, though he said nothing, I knew what he was thinking. And in fact Julian looked sweet in his new cage and his unbroken voice often echoed through the house.

Each night Sebastian and Timo now shared my bed. It felt wonderful being sandwiched between two soft and smooth young bodies, though the room still felt somehow empty without the familiar snoring of my beloved Marcus. Both boys did well pleasing me and enjoyed it too, though there were times they seemed to be somehow absent minded. When asked they denied but I knew it wasn't just my imagination.

One night when it was again obvious the boys were not 'into it', I decided it was now or never. Grabbing them on their throats, I brought their faces close to mine. I don't know if it was my expression or something else but their eyes told me the absolute terror they felt. As if to prove that Timo lost control over his bladder. Fortunately there wasn't much fluid since he cleaned himself inside and out just minutes before.

"What's wrong with you? Spit it out!"

Tears welled up into their eyes. Behind their fear I sensed a deep sadness. Suddenly, as if a light bulb were lit, I had my answer. I placed their heads gently onto my chest, holding their small bodies tightly.

"It's o.k. boys, let it out," I said as their bodies were wracked with shudders as both started to sob.

I wondered what happened to me. Never before had I cared so much about a slave's feelings. Just a few years ago I would have beaten the crap out of a boy who wouldn't give everything to please me. Of course I never before had slaves I not only had known but actually had liked very much before they were enslaved. Nevertheless I had broken them mercilessly into their new life. I wasn't sure if I could do that again the way I had done. Too much had happened the last weeks and months.

"Boys, listen," I said, still while rubbing their backs.

"After I bought you I demanded gratitude for sparing you the fate of a short life in the brothels and mines. I liked you, yes, but mostly I liked owning you. But over time I began to love you more and more. It might not be masterly behaviour to say that but it is the truth. I really love you, boys."

The boys crying slowly ceased.

"I love you, Timo, my little chef. I love you Sebastian, and I'm proud of how you put the mines behind you. I love Julian and I promise I will never do anything that will damage him. I learned to love Chris though I didn't want him at first. I love Jan for doing such a wonderful job bringing you all along. And I have loved Nico and I swear I will never let anything like that happen again. Thunder is a little bit different but time will tell. And I love Marcus with all my heart, as you all know."

I cleared my throat.

"Trust me. If I could see a way to free the whole lot of you I would give anything to make that happen. But I'm sorry, it's not possible; though we know none of you deserved slavery we can't do anything about. My lawyers think there might be a chance, though, for one of you. They think we can convince the court that the youngest had only followed the bad example of the others. I'm sorry, Sebastian, but that means we have to blame you. It's the only chance we have."

Sebastian and Timo looked at me but said nothing.

"It's an unfair world we live in, boys."

"Master," Sebastian began almost inaudibly.

"I've already lost everything – my freedom, my family, my future. All I have left are my friends and you. I almost died in that mine but you, Marcus and the others have saved my life. There were times I hated you for that, I had wished I wouldn't have survived. But that's stupid. I want to live. I know Marcus was and will always be my friend. He never was unfair to us and helped us as much as he could. I know he suffered each time he had to beat one of us and not only because he got beaten too. Of course I want to be free again, but if only one can grow up in freedom it has to be him, Master."

Now it was my turn to start crying. I pulled the boys into a bear hug and together we had a long cry. But later that night, Sebastian rolled onto his back, pulled his legs back, pinned them under his shoulders and, with a genuine smile, he offered himself to me.

"I think I've heard enough," the judge announced.

To say we were surprised would be an understatement. We had fought hard and I thought we scored some points. My lawyer had requested to hear several new witnesses and there hadn't been an indication the request would be denied.

"But before I make my decision I will have a look at the subjects in question."

The door opened and some heavily armed guards dragged some chained slave boys into the courtroom. It took some time to recognise the boys since they were bruised and covered in welts. They were blindfolded and stumbled helplessly behind the leading guard. I jumped up and, if my lawyer had not held me back, I would have attacked the guard that shocked one of the boys with a cattle prod. I was even more outraged as I counted seven naked bodies.

"Your honour," the first guard reported, "these are all slaves we could find on the plaintiffs premises."

"Objection!" my lawyer shouted.

The judge looked irritated.

"Your honour, this is unheard! These slaves are the property of Mr. Alexandrov! There is no need for such treatment. But first of all, the last in the row is Jan Mikhailowitsch, a free citizen!"

The judge looked at the guard.

"We'll, he looks like a slave, for sure."

"We found him naked together with a second slave in a flat the plaintiff owns. He is tattooed and wears a chip."

"Objection! Mr. Mikhailowitsch has been freed by this court. The slave markings can only be removed after a year as the law states. It would have been clear if you had checked the records!"

"Enough!" the judge shouted.

"Sergeant, take him out and check the files. If the counsellor is right, take him home. Otherwise the objection is overruled. It was my personal order to seize the slaves and bring them to the court."

I still fumed but knew there was nothing we could do. My lawyer and friend had held me by my wrist to prevent me from making it worse.

"Now, which one is the slave in question?"

"The third, your honour. And I want to make it clear that only four of these slaves are owned by my client. The slave in question and the next to him are property of Mr. Mikhailowitsch whom your guards mistook as slave…"

I didn't hear what he said any more. My attention was caught by the sight of Marcus. He was dragged to an open space in front of the judge's bench. He looked frail, frightened and weak, but stood there with all the strength he could muster. Suddenly, when his eyes met the judges, he started to tremble. The judge eyes went wide.

I felt a stabbing pain in my head and suddenly the courtroom was gone. I was in a bedroom, old furniture and a large bed. A man knelt on the bed, his back to me, with his pants down. Two tiny feet stuck out left and right of him. I could hear a boy sobbing and pleading. Right in that moment the door opened and a priest entered the room. The man on the bed made a hard thrust forward with his hips, the boy screamed and the man collapsed onto him. The priest laughed evilly.

The man on the bed rolled to his side and now I recognised him. It was the judge, looking like a twin brother of the priest. The priest lifted his robe, grabbed the shrieking boy by his hair and pulled him to his hard penis. I could see his tear stained face – it was Marcus. There was another shriek – this time from the judge, who stared at me with wide eyes.

Suddenly the courtroom was back. The judge, pale as a ghost, looked at Marcus, then at me. Slowly he lifted his gavel and said, barely audibly:

"Manumission granted."

And the gavel banged down. Without another word he stood up and left. I jumped over the barrier and swooped Marcus into my arms. I didn't understand what had happened until I saw little Luke in his father's arms, smiling and waving tiredly before both disappeared through the door. Marcus held onto me for dear life, obviously not understanding anything what had happened.

In my dreams it had been a happy and joyous homecoming of my son and me. And it was, at least at first. The boys had been brought back and were awaiting us. I had placed Marcus the slave on the floor and, after removing the chains, told Marcus the free boy to rise. It took him some time to realise what I had said but eventually he jumped up and into my open arms.

But after I had set him down, his mood changed quickly, as I had introduced Marcus to the boys as a free boy and they had pressed their foreheads to the ground to greet him. With tears in his eyes Marcus asked me if they weren't freed too. As I told him "No" he turned around and ran away.

I didn't need to follow him to know where he was. Reaching the place a couple of minutes later I found him huddled up against his favourite tree. He was sobbing heavily. When I tried to comfort him he shrugged me off. That was clearly not how I had planned the event.

We sat there for I don't know how long. I had tried to talk to him but didn't know whether he heard me or not. Nevertheless I managed to pull him onto my lap without too much resistance. Eventually the exertions of the day took their toll and the boy fell asleep.

Finally I got up and carried the little boy back to the house. As I reached the door Sebastian came, bowed and informed me that Thomas, Luke and Jan had been here. They understood and promised to be back in the morning.

I could see the pain in his eyes as he mentioned his father and brother. Still holding Marcus I managed to reach out and stroke Sebastian's cheek with my finger before placing a kiss on his forehead. After dismissing him I wondered what had happened to me. I knew just a short while ago I would have been aroused by the boy's obvious distress.

53 Conclusion

Marcus was crying, screaming, and laughing during the night. He had thrown himself around many times and mumbled incoherent things. He didn't wake up once. I knew he was fighting a big fight with himself, but it was a fight he had to fight alone. Nevertheless I was at his side, holding his hand all the time. At the other side of the bed Timo and Sebastian took their turns. One knelt beside the bed and held the other hand while the other was trying to get some sleep. A slave learns early to get as much sleep as possible because he knew the next day was going to be tough again.

I woke up hearing the sound of boys having fun from the garden. I slowly got out of the bed, being careful not to wake Marcus who was still sleeping. Now he was snoring away peacefully. I had dismissed the boys earlier when I was up and went to the loo. From the window I could see Thunder running around the yard with little Luke on his back. Luke squealed and laughed and Thunder didn't seem to mind it too.

The old clock at the wall told me it was already past eleven. I went down and found Thomas and Jan outside talking while watching Luke having fun. Chris knelt beside Jan, head low and his backside showing some red stripes. Usually Jan couldn't stop himself caressing the boy's head and shoulders but this time he held a leash, connected to Chris's collar, in his hand. I greeted Jan with a quick hug while Chris pressed his forehead to the ground.

"I had to show him his place," Jan said coldly but his eyes showed clearly the love he felt for the boy.

Thomas held his hand out to greet me but I pulled him into a big hug too. It was good to see my old friend again and in a far better shape than last time I saw him. We exchanged our greetings as Luke came closer, running his pony at full speed. Thunder stopped right in front of us, dropping to his knees allowing Luke to dismount him. While the slave put his head to the ground, Luke used his back as base for jumping into my arms.

"Oh what a big boy you became!"

Luke just smiled at me. "Hello Uncle Mike!"

"Hello my little sunshine. How are you?"

"Riding Thunder is fun!"

"Of course it is."

We made some more little boy small talk and soon he was off with Thunder again. It was only after I had invited Thomas and Jan to a drink before lunch when I realised that Luke hadn't moved his lips. Thomas, who recognised my expression, laughed.

"The little bugger is quite amazing, isn't he? I have to tell him to use his voice all the time."

He became serious.

"Honestly, if I didn't see it every day at Luke's school I still wouldn't believe anything. But I guarantee you it's true. I don't know how or why, but it is. The first thing I learned as parent is how to shield my mind. Luke told me you can do that too, but you have to do it deliberately."

"Has he…?" I couldn't finish my sentence.

"In the courtroom? Yes. Is what we saw true? I don't know. Luke said it was in the judge's head. It took all of Luke's power to do that."

"But how did he know?"

"Oh, that's easy. Do you remember that special connection Sebastian mentioned when he went off to find Luke? It still works. The night you told Sebastian about Marcus you told it to Luke. I doubt Sebastian will remember anything you said."

I was dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry he disturbed your privacy. But in his dreams Sebastian begged for help as he didn't understand what was going on. I had talked to Luke's teachers a lot and they all helped. Luke's still too small to do something like that alone. We hadn't any ideas, though, as we came down here."

Jan handed me a cup of espresso.

"Don't worry. Your boys know there wasn't any chance to get them free too. As much as I want to take Sebastian with me I know I can't. We have excellent lawyers and politicians under the group of parents of our school. They all told me they see no way to free them before at least ten years go by. I took the liberty and talked with Timo and Sebastian this morning and Jan had relayed the message to Chris as well. They aren't happy but I think they understand; at least they try."

Luke rushed in and complained that Thunder wouldn't bring him into the house. Jan beat me with an answer.

"That's right, Lukey, because he is not allowed to enter the main building. He's a pony boy and ponies don't live in houses."

Just at that moment Chris, who had been sent to help preparing lunch by his master, crawled into the room.

"Masters, please, I'm sorry, Masters. But Sebastian sends me because Master Marcus had locked the door and refuses to come down for lunch, Masters."

We all went upstairs to Marcus's new bedroom and we found Sebastian at the door with tears in his eyes.

"Master, please Master, I'm afraid he said he would rather die than to live without his friends, Master."

Sure enough the door was locked. It was a heavy door of solid oak; no way I could break it open without tools.

"Excuse me!" Luke piped behind me. "Please let me try."

The boy forged ahead and only hesitated slightly before pressing the handle down. The door opened without the slightest resistance. As we started to follow him he turned and just said "Please!" before closing the door again. Thomas tried but it was locked as it was before.

I don't know how long it was before we heard Luke asking us to go down but to send Timo, Chris and Sebastian in. I started to object but Thomas put his hand onto my arm and said "Trust him."

Thomas led me back downstairs where we sat in silence for a while.

"You heard what happened yesterday?" Thomas asked suddenly. I shook my head.

"Two bodies were found in a shattered car wreck at the bottom of a steep slope. It's been reported that one was a priest and the other a brother of him. No skid marks were found on the road."

"You mean…?"

"I don't know, but it might be possible. I mean, they faced life or enslavement."

"Did he…?"

"As far as I know, yes. All documents have been signed and filed."

"Thank God!"

"The management of the mine company that had bought Sebastian has been charged for fraudulent bankruptcy. They might face enslavement too."

"Good!" Jan exclaimed as he returned from the kitchen with some more coffee.

"And before the hearing started yesterday I met a fine young lady with her new parents. She has been adopted by our old neighbours, the Langs. You know, they lost their daughter just before Luke was born."

"Yes, but…"

"The young lady told me she was rescued by a kind man from her cruel father who rented her out for sex. The girl's name is Maria."

"Oh…" I had almost forgotten her. "And just this morning I heard in the news that the terrorists that had threatened Prince Hassan's life were killed in an explosion as a bomb went off prematurely," Jan told us.

"Do you believe in coincidence?" Thomas asked.

Right then the sound of two bare feet on the wooden floor behind me reached my ears. I turned around and there stood Marcus. Tears were slowly dripping down his cheeks and he was as naked as his friends. Getting down on my knee to bring myself at his height level I held my arms out for him. But he hesitated.

Eventually, with a quivering voice and barely audible, "Father?" came over his lips.

Not able to stop the tears myself I swallowed and answered "Yes, son."

First a small step but then Marcus threw himself into my arms. I got up, held him tightly and turned around in joy so fast that his legs flew up high. Thomas, Jan, Luke and the boys cheered happily.

It took some time for both of us to calm down again. Putting him back on his feet I looked into his eyes, reached out and unlocked the collar he still wore. He shivered but kept still as I removed the sign of slavery from his neck. He still sniffled occasionally but smiled; not a broad grin, but a smile nonetheless.

Boldly Timo stepped up, threw his arms around Marcus's neck and hugged him tightly. Then he stepped back, dropped to his knees, bent forward and after kissing his friend's feet he pressed his forehead onto the floor and said,

"Master, this loyal and obedient slave greets you, Master! I will serve you with all my heart, Master!"

Marcus was too shocked to say anything before Sebastian took Timo's place. He too hugged his former friend and now master before kissing his feet and greeting him. Last in line was Julian who finished his greetings with the words "as long as I shall live!".

It was not easy for Marcus to sit with the adults arround the table being served by 'his' slaves. After lunch the boys took off to kick a ball around; it was good to see he got some of his spirit back. I knew there were hard days coming for Marcus while learning to be a free boy and a master.

In the evening Marcus was snuggled up against me on the couch and I could feel something bothering him.

"What's wrong, son?" I asked.

"I miss Nico," he answered sadly.

"So do I, honey," I sighed.

"You never told me what happened to him, Father."

"No son, I didn't. But if you want, I'll do so now."

I had long ago decided to tell him if he asked. I needed some time to accept I was the only one to blame for what Nico had done. I called my slaves in.

"Marcus, Thomas, Jan, Luke – boys, you know that Nico's body doesn't rest in the place where we planted the flowers for him. I told you his body has been disposed by the vet. But that's only partly true."

Everyone looked at me in surprise.

"Well, when Nico's body hit the rock he broke the bones in his arms, his ribs and his skull. Some inner organs were damaged too. But worst – his upper spine was destroyed. Shortly, for a slave each of these injuries is lethal."

I wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes.

"As you know, Nico was equipped with one of the most modern control devices in the world. I promised to return it to my friend should anything happen to Nico. I never thought it would, of course. But so I called Aleksey who sent a team to collect him."

I swallowed hard.

"Nico's heart did still beat, though, so he was put into a crate, fitted with a respirator and other stuff. I didn't hear anything until a couple of weeks ago. But with all the mayhem going on I completely forgot. I'm sorry."

Turning on the big screen I opened the video mail from my friend. It showed the crate Nico was shipped. Kolja and Vasili were carefully lifting the small battered body onto an examination table. The camera zoomed into the boy's face until everything became a blur. Now the boys cried openly.

But when the camera focused again it was still the same face, but now without any scratches and bruises, a face that smiled into the lens. The camera zoomed out and we recognised Nico sitting in a wheel chair. Aleksey stepped at his side.

"Hello my friend. Isn't it a surprise? Vasili and his team have outdone their selves. Not only have they repaired all his fractures and injuries, no, they found out more about the boy's history. May I introduce: Yuri Ivanov!"

Everyone gasped.

"Unfortunately what we couldn't repair was his spine." Vasili entered the picture. "Yuri is paralysed from his neck downwards." He lifted the boy's arm that dropped back onto the arm rest lifelessly.

"But there was a little bit luck involved. What was designed to take the control over his body from him – is now able to give it back to him!"

Vasili pressed a button on a remote control. The boy's face contorted for a second or two but relaxed quickly. He looked down to his right hand and slowly it started to rise from the arm rest. When the hand was high enough, Yuri looked back into the camera and with a big grin he waved with his hand.

"Hello guys!"

Now there was nothing that could stop the boys from jumping up and down and shouting with joy. Thomas wiped the tears from his eyes and gave Jan a big hug. Marcus flew into my arms.

"I love you, Daddy!"

54 Epilogue

I never found out what had been said between the boys in that room. I never asked. I never needed. Everything turned out fine. Yes, it was a hard time for all of us. Learning to be free again was a tough job – for Marcus and for Jan. Both managed just fine.

The castle is quite empty now – the boys have left to live their own lives quite a while ago, except one.

"Master, is there anything you need, Master?"

"No Julian, nothing. You can retire. Just send the boy in."

"Master, thank you Master. Good night, Master."

The door opened a young god entered the room. Twelve years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a slim but firm body, he was the dream of every boy lover. He went over to me and dropped to his knees.

"Master, father said you wanted to see me, Master?"

"Yes, Nico. I've heard you've been a naughty boy." Oh how beautifully he blushed.

"Do you know what naughty boys get?"

With a mischievous grin he asked, "A spanking?"

"Yes, a spanking. Get over my lap, boy!"

The boy jumped up, eager to place himself over my knees, his little cock already sticking out. As I caressed those lovely little buns with my right hand I thought how lucky I was. The next day the boys would come for a visit. My son Marcus had long taken over the business and I was looking forward to meet his newest little slave. As I said, everything turned out well – but I will leave that to Marcus to tell.

The End