Bara Produktions

Finding Refuge

Chapter 1

"Your poofter mates can keep you. I'm sure you'll be paid enough if you're into that filth," Steve's step father snarled, pointing at the S & M magazines on the top of his bags.

Today was his sixteenth birthday. His step father had always said he should leave home as soon as he reached sixteen but he had not expected it to happen in such a dramatic way. He had returned home from school to find his belongings outside the front door and his guardian demanding his house keys.

Steve was devastated as his mother came out and stood beside her husband, tears in her eyes. Steve knew that, if she had to choose, her second family would come first. The boy grabbed his belongings, trying to hide the magazines from the neighbours investigating the noise and fled, fighting back the tears. Not knowing where else to go for help headed for his friend, Rob's house.

"You could sleep over for the weekend," suggested Rob, "but Mum would want to phone your parents if she thought something was wrong. Besides she wouldn't wear it for any longer."

"Yeah! I know. And that bastard'll slag me off to anyone who'd listen. You should have heard him in front of the neighbours." Suddenly Steve burst into tears, "What am I going to do, Rob?"

Rob did not know what to think. He had never seen another boy so desperate before. "We could ask Mr. Watkins."

Rob had a job before school each day cleaning Mr. Watkins two cars. On Saturday and Sunday mornings Mr. Watkins gave him other work; cleaning the pool or keeping the garden tidy.

He liked his employer and trusted him. Mr. Watkins had seemed cold and unapproachable at first. Rob had pushed things by trying to rush his work and sneak off early. Mr Watkins had not got angry or even annoyed but there had been no doubt that Mr Watkins expected a far better performance from him. Mr Watkins had an air about him that brooked no argument. It was a good job, Rob didn't want to risk losing it so he only played up the once.

One day Rob had tried doing his homework sitting in the garage because his brother and sisters didn't give him much peace at home. Mr. Watkins had found him, taken him into his own study and let him work there. Rob now regularly did his homework seated at Mr. Watkins desk using the computer. Nowadays, Rob called Mr. Watkins, David and often visited, just to hang out by the pool; he even kept a spare pair of swim trunks in a locker. Rob found David kind and tolerant though Rob wouldn't dare shirk his duties ever again.

"Why would he help me? What about me being gay?" asked Steve, "He won't like it if you bother him with this."

"We've got to do something. He's OK. We'll go and see him. Lucky it's Saturday tomorrow. No school."

Steve shrugged, "OK! As long you won't get into trouble."

David Watkins was a little surprised to see the two boys and the bags on his doorstep but he took them through to an enormous conservatory complete with a large swimming pool, gave them both a soft drink, then sat down to listen to their story.

"Rob's brought you here before for a swim, hasn't he?"

Steve nodded.

David smiled, "We seemed to get on OK then, so I'll help if I can," David paused, "One thing though, I need to know what I'm letting myself in for. No secrets. I don't want any unpleasant surprises if I have to speak to your parents or anything. Please, tell me what he was shouting about and don't just say 'Things' again."

Steve felt his cheeks turn red. As he sat there blushing with embarrassment unable to speak. David seemed so calm and sure of himself. He wouldn't understand sexual fantasies or anything like that. He was too normal.

"Tell him," urged Rob softly.

"I'mgayandIlikewhipsandthings," whispered Steve rolling all the words together so that David could scarcely understand what he said.

"And?" prompted David.

Steve was surprised that David hadn't reacted with any of the disgust he had expected.

"I said 'I'm gay and I like whips and things'." Steve repeated a little more confidently.

"I heard you the first time. I'm not deaf but you do mumble. In future just speak clearly," snapped David, "I meant what else do I need to know? How did you get outed?"

Steve's embarrassment briefly gave way to irritation. He had not liked being told off about the way he spoke. As they continued to talk, his irritation gave way to a feeling he was being stripped naked as David questioned him. At the same time he felt a slight pressure in his groin as he realised that David had taken charge of things. There was something about David that made him feel safe and secure. He would gladly accept David's authority if he could stay with him. His groin swelled more at the thought.

"He found these while he was packing my clothes, sir. There's nothing else." Steve tried to speak clearly and confidently as David had instructed. He took the S & M magazines out of his bags and handed them to David. Steve was still a little nervous but when he looked at David he still could not find any disgust or rejection.

"Fair enough," replied David. He looked at Rob. "Are you into this at all?"

It was Rob's turn to blush. "Er no! Not really. It doesn't bother me. I looked at those mags. They're OK, I'm not…" A look from David and he trailed off into silence.

"OK!" said David, "You're sixteen now Steve. Legally you could still be sent to a place of safety until you're eighteen, but in practice everyone knows it would be almost impossible to force you. So, you can decide what you want to do. You can stay here while you make up your mind," David paused, "Think about this very carefully. Do you want to stay here as a guest or as my boy?"

Steve wasn't sure he had heard right. Rob looked stunned. David had seen the look of relief on Steve's face as he realised he wasn't homeless followed by confusion as the boy tried to grapple with his question.

"I don't understand what you mean by 'your boy' sir," said Steve.

"Look! It's your choice. If you want to stay long term, you'll have to fit in with my life. I'll do what I can to make you welcome but we'll have to sort out some ground rules."

Steve nodded and David continued, "I'm not into that sort of heavy stuff but I would happily offer a boy very strict discipline and he could certainly expect a damn good hiding or more if he ever slipped up. If none of that suits you can stay short term as a guest while we make other arrangements. Think about it and don't answer until you are really sure. I promise you, I'll do my best to help you whatever you decide. You will be safe and you will have a home."

"I'll be your boy, sir," replied Steve, "I don't have to think about it. It's what I want."

He had a raging hard on by now brought on by a mixture of excitement and nervousness at having committed himself to David's discipline. David had his own boner as well, glad that he had guessed right about Steve. He glanced at Rob who was sitting there entranced. David had known that Rob was not ready to commit himself to any sort of relationship and was unprepared for the way things were turning out for Steve.

He's mature and interested enough to be a spectator, thought David, He may become involved later. Aloud he said, "You'll be able to back out after 24 hours, then a week, then a month and I'll still help you make other arrangements. Anything else and you're on your own."

Steve swallowed and nodded nervously.

David continued, "These are what are known as standing orders. They are the rules in force unless I say otherwise. If in doubt follow them."

Steve nodded again.

David continued, "To show respect, You may never sit down except in the course of your duties and certainly never lay down – unless I tell you of course. Neither may you speak without permission. You'll only wear what I tell you to wear. In any room but this one you will leave the door wide open. It will be better if you ask permission to go to the toilet.

"Now I know a bit about boys. For a start they easily get bored. To help with your training we'll sort out a range activities. They will always be done properly and I will never accept the following excuses.

- 'I'll do it later'. If a job needs doing get on with it unless you are in the middle of another task. Don't bother to tell me that you were going to do it later.

- 'It's near enough.' Shoddy work will never be acceptable.

- 'I'm bored'. If you're sure that you have nothing to do, go and stand in a corner, hands behind your head until I find something for you. Just remember that my tasks will probably be very uncomfortable and unpleasant."

David continued to reel off various excuses that Steve and his classmates used to get out of chores, explain bad or incomplete homework or simply to exasperate adults.

Steve got that naked feeling again as David spoke. It seemed as if David knew him better than he knew himself. This was going to be more than a game but a part of him knew that if he pleased David, he would be that more stronger and capable; able to do far more than he could now.

"We'll discuss later what makes an acceptable activity," David finished up, "Do you still want to continue?"

Steve wasn't so sure now. It was obvious that it was not going to be an easy option but his swelling cock was also telling him that it would be one hell of an adventure.

Steve nodded, "Yes sir. I still want to be your boy."

Steve glanced at Rob who was watching, still fascinated. Steve thought he saw a look of awe on Rob's face as he accepted David's offer. David noticed it too.

"OK Steve," David said, "Strip!"

"What? You want me to take my clothes off?"

"Who gave you permission to speak?" asked David quietly.

Steve hesitated, then reluctantly removed his trainers and socks and stood up. He began unbuttoning his shirt, speeding up as David began to show his impatience.

"Give me that belt," commanded David as Steve's hands moved to his jeans. Steve wore a wide leather belt to hold up his trousers which he removed and handed it to David fearful about why his new master wanted it. He unzipped his trousers and removed them. Surely he could keep his shorts on? His hands moved to the waist band hoping for an order to stop. Then he was completely naked, standing in front of David, almost a complete stranger and his friend Rob.

David liked what he saw. At sixteen Steve's muscles were developing nicely. There was a little fat on his body. We'll soon get rid of that, thought David. Steve's chest was hairless but he had a black growth around his crotch and a fairly heavy growth on his legs and under his armpits. Being made to strip like that had deflated his manhood though it still managed to point hesitantly outward at an angle. David patted his lap.

"Bend over," he commanded.

Steve was shocked. He'd thought that nothing could be worse than stripping in public. He had been wrong and he still nervously wondered why David wanted the belt? He couldn't back out now so he took up the position as ordered. As he pressed into the waiting lap, he felt David's prick swell and harden while his own hardened in response. He hoped Rob couldn't see.

"I told you that you only sit with permission yet you continued to sit. You spoke without permission and you were deliberately slow in carrying out an order."

As he spoke David gentled fingered Steve's pert round cheeks, sometimes exploring the canyon between them. Steve could not help moving and groaning in response. Rob had to know he was enjoying himself even though Steve now knew he was going to get the beating of his life. The first blow when it came was completely without warning. Steve cried out with the pain. The second blow came adding to the agony, then the third. The beating went on. Steve began crying uncontrollably, no longer caring what Rob thought. And still it could get worse. Most of his weight was pushing down on his bladder. He needed to piss but he could not just let go over David's lap. He struggled to control his muscles, his bladder and to keep the last remnant of self respect. As suddenly as it began, it was over.

Even while Steve was waiting for the next blow David snapped, "Stand up! Hands behind your head. Feet apart."

This time Steve didn't hesitate. He didn't want another punishment. He knew he must have looked terrible with his face wet with tears and what Rob thought about his prick pointing firmly outwards did not bear thinking about.

"So what do you think of your friend now?" David asked Rob, "He did well didn't he?"

Rob did not know how to answer. Instead he said, "How come you never told me you're gay?"

"How come you never told me that you are? You work for me and I didn't want to put any pressure on you."

David grabbed Steve's manhood and gave a few pumps. It was immediately stiff and hard, pointing straight up as if it was about to cum. In his pain Steve didn't know which would happen first – piss or cum.

"You see," said David, still ignoring Steve, "He can take all this and more."

Rob stood up and walked around Steve, studying his erection and then his red backside. He looked at David.

"Can I touch him?"

"If you wish."

Rob ran his hand across Steve's chest then down across his stomach stopping just below his navel. David could see a huge tent appear in Rob's trousers. Steve had no choice. He just stood there, taking yet another humiliation. David expected him to cope so he would.

"Supposing I told him to jerk off?"

"He would look to see if I agreed. If I approved then he would obey."

Cautiously Rob moved his hand lower. When no one stopped him, he fingered Steve's bollocks. Through all the pain, humiliation and discomfort of his own situation Steve was still able to be puzzled by Rob's behaviour. They were both gay, that was one of the reasons they were friends. Rob tolerated Steve's interest in S & M rather than enjoyed it, yet for the moment he seemed to accept the situation, treating Steve as if he were David's property. Steve could see the bulge in Rob's jeans was even firmer than before. His own manhood was so full it was beginning to ache competing with the increasing pressure from his bladder. Rob moved his hand up to Steve's nipples, playing with them gently. Suddenly he pinched them hard. Steve jerked, his hands automatically moving forward to push Rob away.

"Steve!" growled David threateningly.

Steve put his hands behind his head again, looking nervously to see if David was angry with him.

"You're right David," said Rob, "He can handle this sort of treatment. I don't think I could but it's a turn on being able to do things to him. Is that wrong?"

"Steve. Why don't you try and answer Rob first. Be honest and don't fumble with your words."

Steve thought for a moment. "No I don't think it's wrong but not at school or anything. You don't think I'm kinky. Why should I think you're kinky if you do what you like?"

Steve was relieved to see David nod approvingly but Rob blushed and looked at David for help.

"I dunno," he mumbled, "I'm just not into this sort of thing."

"Why don't you take a swim while Steve prepares some food?" suggested David.

Rob hesitated before answering then said shyly, "Later. I feel funny about getting undressed at the moment."

David thought he could see a gleam of scorn in Steve's eyes.

"Why are you fidgeting around like that?" snapped David.

"I need to use the bathroom, sir."

"Go and pour Rob and me a couple more juices. Wait five minutes and ask again. Don't you dare ask in less than five minutes."

Standing still was bad enough but moving made his bladder push even more urgently. Somehow he made it. Putting the drinks on the tables beside David and Rob, he took up his old position. The only thing Steve could think of was his bladder and holding its muscles tight. David had looked at his watch as he spoke and Steve realised with horror that there was no clock in sight. He would have to guess five minutes.

David and Rob sat talking. Steve listened as much as the effort to keep his bladder under control allowed.

It seemed that events had overtaken Rob who had been forced to face his own urges. Discovering David's inclinations had also been a shock. The shock was even greater because David had deliberately hidden them to protect him. He liked Steve a lot and admired his body. If he could, he would explore it and use it. Rob's answers had started off very shyly almost monosyllabic but he steadily gained in confidence, talking freely about his problems and worries and his very strong desire for Steve's body.

Steve's skin tingled, alert for the sensations to come. It was not the lack of clothes that made him feel naked and defenceless. It was the way they talked about him, David made suggestions on how Rob should handle him but he remained still, unable to respond in any way.

He revelled in Rob's obvious desire. At one point David said, "You've been here a couple of hours now. Let's say Steve accepted his position at 5 o'clock. At 5 o'clock tomorrow evening he can end it and we'll have to help him as best we can." Rob nodded enthusiastically in agreement as David continued, "We shouldn't go soft on him over the next 22 hours. We need to show him what he could be letting himself in for. If he copes he'll handle the next week, if not, then as I say, no hard feelings."

Steve had never felt so exposed as he did then. David was actually encouraging Rob to treat him badly and what was going to happen when Rob went home? The thought pushed the strain on his bladder one extra notch.

"Please sir. Can I use the bathroom please?"

David glanced at his watch, "Thirteen minutes. I thought it was urgent. It's over there. Be quick! I don't want to have to come to find out what you're up to."

As his bladder emptied, Steve felt almost light headed with relief. He thought about jacking off as well but as he glanced at the open door he realised David would investigate if he took too long. Instead he hurried back to his position, more relaxed and triumphant that another ordeal was passed.

"I think I'll take that swim now," said Rob, "take my shoes and socks off, boy."

Steve glanced at David and saw he had no choice. He knelt down in front of his friend and obeyed.

"Get my swimming shorts. They're in the first locker inside that door."

David's house was the largest Steve had ever seen. The main part was L shaped and nearly all the rooms arranged around the outside wall. The L was filled in by the conservatory complete with a swimming pool. The bathroom Steve had used was like a changing room, complete with a few small lockers. There was an assortment of tables chairs and loungers around the pool, and what amounted to a snack bar stood in a corner complete with a fridge and microwave. The two outer walls opened out onto a large enclosed garden.

Steve hurried back with the shorts. Rob had stood up.

"Shirt," he snapped.

Steve began unbuttoning Rob's shirt. Although Rob was a few months younger, his muscles were sharper and more clearly defined. The hair on his legs was a much finer down revealing more definition of his thigh muscles. Steve felt a thrill as he slipped the shirt from Rob's shoulders and eased it down his arms and their bodies touched. Steve stood back as he dropped the shirt on a chair, leaving his hands by his side enjoying the chance to rest his muscles and the sight of Rob's fine chest. The sudden blow across his back stung worse than the earlier beating for being completely unexpected.

"Stand properly," said David. He spoke in a normal, quiet fashion as if it were just a gentle reminder then Rob took the shorts and walked over to the bathroom, to change in private.

Steve had been looking forward to seeing Rob naked and felt cheated, then he relaxed. They could do what they liked.

"Come with me!"

Steve followed David to the kitchen, shown where everything was and set to making sandwiches.

"If you want a drink, there's water in the tap. Help yourself." As David left the kitchen he added, "I'm glad to have you here. This is your home now. Don't worry that you're just a slave at the moment. If you do well, you'll end up far more. Your first task is to help Rob figure out what he wants."

Steve was delighted that he had pleased David so much. He was a little puzzled by the comment about his future but it sounded reassuring. He had wanted to join Rob in the pool but now he was just happy to do David's bidding. As he carried the tray of food to the pool side Rob called out, "Boy, fetch me a towel."

As he put the tray on the table David murmured, "They're over there."

Rob was clambered out of the pool, took the towels wrapping one round his waist and the other over his shoulders.

"Kneel," he ordered, "Now take my shorts off."

Steve's meat had been soft while he had prepared the sandwiches, the first time that afternoon, but now he could feel a hard on developing, urgently needing dealing with. His face was inches from Rob's crotch and now he had to touch the boy he wanted so much, hoping that this time Rob would let things happen. Steve ran his hands up inside the towel brushing against Rob's strong muscular legs. Working his fingers inside the shorts, Steve eased them down. He could feel Rob's hard on, and as he manoeuvred the shorts over Rob's meat he tried holding and gently stroking it, Rob brusquely pushed him away. Sighing with disappointment, Steve pulled the shorts down to Rob's ankles.

Although Rob was uneasy about too much sexual activity in front of David, he was enjoying his role as tormentor. As Steve cleared the shorts around his ankles, Rob kicked them into the pool.

He waited until they were well clear of the side then snapped, "Fetch!"

As Rob joined David, Steve jumped into the pool to retrieve the shorts. He knew he was being taunted and picked on by Rob but there was nothing he could do but hold his temper.

As he approached the other two he heard David say to Rob, "There's a dressing gown over there if you don't want to get dressed. It'll be better than those damp towels."

As usual Steve's comfort was ignored as he held out the shorts.

"Hold them and assume the usual position," said David and so he stood there dripping with water with an extra trickle down his back from the shorts he held behind his head. He was hungry but could only watch the other two tuck into the food that he had prepared.

"You forgot the ketchup, you stupid fool," snapped Rob.

"Rob! Steve is mine. If you insult him you insult me. Steve is entitled to reply to that."

Steve was fed up. He was bursting to cum yet neither David nor Rob seemed the slightest bit interested in having sex with him. It had been fun acting like a slave but he wanted more.

"You've let Rob push me around and treat me like dirt. I know I said I didn't mind, because I know he's not really into this bondage thing but he doesn't even want sex."

Steve paused and letting the shorts fall to the ground, he picked up his belt that David had used to beat him and offered it to David, "You can punish me for being rude if you want. I like Rob. I hope we can hang out as mates at school or somewhere but at the moment, he's a dickhead."

"Go and fetch the ketchup."

When Steve returned, David took some cord from a bag he had fetched earlier.

"Turn round and kneel."

Steve obeyed and allowed David to tie a loop around his neck and then his wrists were pulled up his back and tied to the other end of the cord. The knots were expertly tied. They did not slip, there was no way he could pull free but neither did they cut off his circulation. Briefly Steve wondered where David had learnt such a trick but he was distracted by the discomfort of his arms as they pulled the muscles in his chest tight. As David ran his hands over his chest and back, somehow Steve felt even more naked again. His skin tingled with expectation. He had overstepped the mark and was beginning to regret it.

"Had enough to eat Rob?"

"Yes thanks."

"Turn round Steve," he paused as Steve awkwardly turned on his knees. David noticed how sharp and full his nipples were He also noted his nervous expectation and his ever present hard on.

"I gave you permission to speak your mind and I've got no problem that you did," David said, "You didn't have permission to move or drop those shorts. The trouble is you dared me to punish you and you insulted Rob.

"You are most certainly not a 'stupid fool'. I wouldn't take you on if you were. That's why I gave you permission to speak and you made it clear that you think all this is a run up to sex. It's more than that. It's a 24 hour a day, seven day a week commitment and I understand that it must be difficult having your friend push you around like this.

"I'm flattered that Rob trusted me enough to come to me for help and I'll not let him down so I'll do my best to look after you. You need to understand though. It won't be easy for you."

David paused, giving Steve a chance to absorb what he had said, before continuing, "I warned you to think very carefully before accepting my offer. Think again. Do you want to back out?"

Steve still stung from his beating. He was frightened and humiliated and when he looked at Rob, he saw that his friend expected him to give up. Yet he trusted David, feeling safe and secure in his care. The pressure in his cock was still there and he realised that he did not want to disappoint David.

"No sir," he said. "I'm sorry for misbehaving."

"Good!" David tipped the remains of Rob's plate onto his own and put it on the floor. "Eat up. You must be hungry."

He was going to have to eat leftovers like a dog but he didn't dare refuse. He knelt forwards and could just get his face to the plate. He was hungry and was more willing than he expected to clear the plate and even lick the crumbs.

David and Rob chatted while Steve ate. Steve could hear that Rob was far more relaxed and enjoying himself.

"David. Supposing I asked Steve to give me a blow job? Would that be all right?"

"No! You tell him. You don't ask him. Do what you like with him. I can wait for my fun until you've gone home"

Rob looked at him, startled, then grinned. Grabbing his arms he pulled Steve to his feet and kissed him full on his mouth. Holding Steve's head to his mouth by the hair, he loosened his dressing gown with the other, then pulled their two bodies together. Steve responded as best he could, bound as he was, enjoying the feel of his friends firm body.

As Rob broke from the long passionate kiss David said, "Turn him round, Rob."

Rob swung Steve round who saw David standing in front of him. As Rob positioned himself, Steve could feel Rob's prick nestling in the crack between his cheeks pointing up his back. Without warning David fixed clamps on his nipples. The sudden pain caused Steve to bend pushing his backside harder onto Rob's prick. Rob just held him tight around the waist rubbing up and down as David grabbed Steve's manhood, squeezed hard. Steve yelped with the pain as his meat softened. David quickly fitted another clamp. It held the loose foreskin that hid Steve's cockhead so that it could not push through.

"He's ready," said David, "He can blow you now."

This should have been an incredible moment for Steve. They had never had the chance to do more than a few furtive wanks but it was just pain and frustration for Steve as he was turned and was pushed down on his knees. Rob slid his prick into Steve's mouth. He must have been as eager as Steve was because almost immediately Rob's thrusts quickened and Steve felt spurt after spurt of cream shoot into the back of his throat.

Rob slowed and loosened his grip, pulling out.

"Stand up Steve and step backwards," David said.

Steve backed up against David who placed the palm of his hand over Steve's meat so that it pressed against his stomach and his fingers gently squeezed the sack above Steve's balls holding them tight. His other hand squeezed the balls. Steve writhed with the pain but couldn't escape. He screamed but the pain continued. Then just as he thought he would faint the pain stopped and David released him. Steve sank to his knees sobbing. David grabbed him by the hair, pulled him up and removed the tit clamps. They had not been on very long so the pain faded away without the agony of the blood returning and awakening numbed nerves. He removed the clamp on his cock. Steve flinched as David began slowly caressing his meat. Steve felt his hard on returning but although he came close to the edge David kept easing off so that Steve remained hard and increasingly desperate.

"How about you, Rob?" asked David.

"It was great. It's never felt so intense before. I could get hard just thinking about it."

"Take your time and don't rush it next time. Make sure he uses his tongue and his lips."

Rob nodded, "Great. Those clips and you hurting him like that; was that his punishment for being rude to you?"

"Partly. There was a group of guys were arrested because they liked to hammer nails through each others genitals and other extreme stuff. I certainly do not want to go that far but maybe I could go further than Steve wants. He didn't think it through before he accepted my offer and he's stuck with things until tomorrow. Maybe he'll be more careful before he commits himself to a week."

Both boys were quiet and thoughtful after David's little speech.

Rob had completely forgotten his shyness and earlier reluctance. He had cleaned himself with one of the damp towels then let it drop. It did not occur to him to wrap it round him or put the dressing gown back on. As he stood there, David could not help comparing the two boys. Both had dark hair and were average height for their age, Rob was definitely the more muscular, but Steve displayed a sexiness that David loved. His nipples seemed to be just that much rounder, firmer, more pointed and darker against his skin. He was definitely better endowed. Not by much but when he was erect his cock had a smooth mushroom head that made it seem more purposeful and powerful.

Conversely it was Rob who David wanted to fuck first. Subconsciously he saw Rob as the more dominant male of the two and a possible rival so he was compelled to establish his authority over Rob in the most basic and primeval of ways. Consciously he was attracted to Rob's relaxed confidence and energy.

As Rob stood there clean, relaxed and content and Steve humiliated, tired, aching all over and still swallowing the last of the cum in his mouth David felt a new sense of life flooding through him as he considered the possibilities with the two boys.

"David," said Rob cautiously, a little of his shyness returning, "there's a game I heard about. We do a 69 and if Steve comes first he gets punished."

"What happens if you come first?"

Rob thought for a moment, "You let him off the rest of your punishment."

"He's got to learn to keep his arms still so he'll stay bound, but I'll let him off the rest. How's that. What sort of extra punishment will he get if he loses?"

Rob thought for a moment, "We'll shave his body."

"Won't there be a problem at school in changing rooms?"

"No! One guy did it for a bet. I'll back whatever Steve says."

They weren't going to ask Steve what he thought about it. It didn't matter that he hated the idea but he dare not say anything; certainly not protest.

I'm not up to a competition, he thought, I'm too tired and achy. Almost immediately he realised that could be to his advantage and would slow him down, counteracting his desperation to cum, to empty his balls of the boy cream waiting to burst out. He forgot that Rob had only just emptied his own spunk into Steve's mouth and was no longer feeling a pressure that had taken all day to build up.

His thoughts were interrupted by being lowered onto his back on a lounger that had been opened flat. His arms were still tied behind his back. He felt his ankles being tied together. He looked up to see David and Rob standing on either side of him. As he watched Rob lifted his foot and rested it on Steve's thigh, his toes pressing Steve's balls rubbing up and down. Instinctively, Steve tried drawing his legs up.

"'That's going to be a problem," said David, "Hang on."

Steve could not really see what David was doing but he could not mistake the rope being tied around his knees and under the lounger.

"See if you can make him twitch again."

Rob replied by grabbing Steve's balls and pulling. The ropes cut into Steve's knees and he gasped with pain. David grunted his approval

Steve looked up at his friend. Steve could see Rob's fine muscles and was glad to see his manhood pointing up, straight and rigid. Maybe he had a chance of making Rob cum first but at the moment Rob seemed so tall, so dominant and so in charge that Steve could not believe he could succeed against him in anything.

David and Rob were arranging things so that Rob could kneel or lay on top of Steve comfortably. Of course Steve's comfort did not matter. The whole game was weighted in Rob's favour. It was not meant to be a competition. It was intended to show Rob's superiority over him.

Rob clambered over him leaning forward to let his manhood rest on Steve's forehead. He bent forward running his hands down his chest then down over his stomach leaning further forward until his hands could guide Steve's meat up into his mouth and began to suck, working his mouth up and down Steve's moistened tool. Steve tried to gather Rob's meat into his own mouth. In that instant he knew he had lost. Rob made no effort to help Steve who, because of the ropes, could only move his head a little. Rob was content to feel Steve's frantic movements beneath him.

Rob's lips seemed to move along the whole length of his shaft with a gentle sucking action that Steve found irresistible. Rob could feel Steve's muscles convulsing and quickened the pace. Steve just could not hold back. A load of his cream shot down Rob's throat. Rob pulled back in surprise so that as Steve's pelvis thrust uncontrollably squeezing out every drop of his pent up juices which smothered Rob's face and as Steve's cock fell towards his stomach spunk struck Rob's chest and then as the pressure eased the last few wads landed on his own chest. Steve had never known such a moment before. All the pain and humiliation he'd suffered and the embarrassment he was going to face at school was worth that one incredible climax.

Rob was enjoying the power he had over Steve. He guessed that Steve expected him to stop. Ignoring the white cream dripping everywhere and taking his weight on one arm Rob began to wank Steve hard. Steve's body, still hard and sensitive from his terrific climax tried to resist the relentless pounding. His bonds prevented him from drawing himself into a defensive ball and his taut nerves made his tool feel as it was on fire. For Rob, it was a powerful turn on feeling Steve wriggle and squirm beneath him, trying to escape his clutches.

Finally Rob was ready and shifted his hand to guide his own meat into Steve's mouth. He began a rhythmic pounding with his hips while Steve at last managed to curl his lips round Rob's manhood until he felt Rob tense and shot his own cum down Steve's throat.

As Rob collapsed onto Steve's body, Steve tried to keep sucking but Rob pulled up and rested for a few moments resting on his hands.

Rob stood up and stretched. He looked at David. "Thanks for this David. I don't think I'll ever forget tonight."

David was removing the ropes holding Steve's legs. "No problem. It's getting late. You'll have to be going soon."

"Can I take a quick swim to wash all this off before I get dressed."

David nodded.

"The filters will handle it," he said.

He had lifted Steve to a sitting position. Just too late Steve remembered that he should be standing. The belt would have landed on his chest but David had started his swing so it landed just below his navel. It was the last straw and Steve burst into tears. He would have collapsed onto the floor but he did not dare move. Rob was swimming down the pool and had not seen anything.

"You must remember the rules, Steve," David said softly, "You're tough enough to cope so pull yourself together."

Steve looked enviously at his friend playing in the pool. He would have shrugged his shoulders if he dared move but David approval was becoming more and more important.

Rob had got out of the pool and was looking a bit guilty as he watched David mop up the last of Steve's eruption. The phone rang and David picked it up.

"Hello. Oh hi! How are you?"

"Yes. He's here, just getting out the pool."

"No! No trouble. Just the opposite. There's a young man who's in a bit of trouble and Rob brought him to see me. He's one of Robert's classmates and he's been helping the boy feel at ease."

"That's right, Steve."

"No! I've never met his step-father but I think you're right about him."

"Did he? I don't know how Steve is going to deal with that."

"I'll send him home as soon as he's dried and dressed."

"OK. Good Night."

David looked at Rob. "You should have phoned your parents. They were expecting you home by seven."

Rob blushed, "I forgot."

"What do you suppose would happen to Steve if he forgot something that important. I told Steve I wouldn't tolerate that excuse from him. Don't forget anything again, please."

Later when they compared notes, both boys agreed that Rob's mild telling off was worse than anything that had happened to Steve. David's disappointment was too clear in his voice. David's approval was as important to Rob as to Steve.

While Rob dressed David recounted the phone call.

"It seems your dad has phoned round all your friends' parents and told them about your magazines. I'm sorry Steve but the man's a pig to do that."

"What about my parents?" asked Rob nervously, "Do they have any problems with it."

"It's difficult to say. They were more worried about where you were. You might have to explain why you brought Steve here instead of taking him home and you'll probably have to explain what you were doing tonight."

"I don't think I should mention getting blowjobs from Steve and helping you torture him," said Rob grinning, "We did talk a lot and I went swimming and had something to eat. You're going to put him up for a while while he finds his feet."

"I think that about covers it," said David. "Any problems about you being gay?"

"My parents say it's teenage hormones and I'll grow out of it." Rob paused, "I've just thought of something. They've asked me about you before. They wondered if we were doing anything. I said no. You're straight."

"That's OK. We never discussed our sexuality so you assumed I was straight. Now you know differently. Don't raise the subject but don't lie if someone else does. I've got to talk to Steve."

"OK! I'll see you tomorrow."

Steve was surprised to see him hug David good night and plant a kiss on his lips. Rob ignored Steve, following David's lead. Steve just stood there waiting for David. His arms were beginning to ache and he was still close to tears. He could not believe what his step-father had done. He was bursting to talk about it and had wanted to interrupt but he had not wanted to annoy David whose help he needed more than ever.

As Rob left, turning his mobile on, David pulled Steve towards him and down onto his lap as he sat down.

"Your step-dad has landed Rob in trouble by association. You won't have any problems until school on Monday. Rob has got to deal with them tonight so you had to wait. Understood?"

"Yes sir! I'm sorry I've caused you all this trouble. Do you want me to leave?"

"No! I'm keeping to my side of the deal just like you're keeping to yours."

"The real question is, how will your school friends react to it? Some are going to despise you and make your life a misery. Most of the rest will avoid you in case they are tarred with same brush. Do you understand?"

Steve nodded.

"Yes sir!" he whispered.

"Rob is a good kid," David continued, "but unless he dumps you he's going to be in for the same and his parents might be uneasy about you two hanging out any more."

Steve burst into tears. David held Steve firmly while the pent up emotions of the day flowed out.

"Just remember I'm here for you."

Steve's sobbing eased and he began to breathe steadily. David realised that he had fallen asleep. Steve's arms were still tied uncomfortably behind him. As David clasped Steve, David was taking some of the weight of his arms so the rope did not pull on his neck.

They stayed like that for almost a couple of hours and David was beginning to ache so he was relieved when the phone rang. The sound woke Steve. Although sleepy he did not protest as David gently stood him up so he could reach the phone.

"Hello!" he said.

"This is Brian Cartwright here. I'm sorry to bother you again."

"It's not a problem. What can I do for you, Mr Cartwright?

"It's this business with Steve or rather his step-dad. This phone and Rob's cell phone have been going all night and Rob's been thoroughly upset about what's been said."

"I can understand that," replied David, "How can I help?"

"We know that Robert is gay and we appreciate the fact that you only told him about yourself tonight. Thank you for trying to protect him. It's also good of you to take in a virtual stranger. I'm sure you'll take good care of Steve."

"Thank you!" said David, relieved that the Cartwright's had not turned against him.

"The trouble is, Robert is in tears. He's stuck up for Steve and lost several close friends in the process and he's convincing himself that you're going to sack him for causing you all this trouble. I was wondering if you could reassure him."

"Just tell Rob, I expect him to be here doing his jobs without fail in the morning and he is welcome to stay until Sunday evening if you allow it."

"That's fine. It's getting late and the calls are just about done anyway. I'll drive Robert over. I don't want him involved in anything in the street. I take it, he won't need much in the way of an overnight bag?"

"Pardon? He should bring what he needs."

"Since you have been helping him, his school work has improved dramatically and his teachers think he has the ability to go for the sort of qualifications and jobs that you have encouraged him to aim for.

"You've been good for him which is why we're prepared to trust you further."

"I'm not sure where all this is leading," said David, "I'm glad to have helped Rob."

"I just wanted you to understand June and I are delighted that you are part of Robert's life and we accept that your relationship may be taking a step further," Mr. Cartwright said, "I used to be quite a poker player when I was younger. People all have little mannerisms when they are lying or bluffing. I could always detect them. Robert would make a good poker player because he knows how to control his little give away signs. I'm still a better player than him because I can still detect them.

"I asked him tonight if any of you were involved in any of that stuff in Steve's magazines. He denied it in a way that would have convinced the most cynical of policemen. He didn't convince me though."

"Oh!" said David, "Where does that leave us?"

"It leaves us with the bloody problem that Steve's step-dad has caused. If you're now Steve's guardian I think we should meet and work out what we can do."

"I agree," said David, "Would you like to bring your family here tomorrow afternoon. The kids can use the pool and we'll decide what needs to be done."

"You've done a lot already. I don't want you to go to any further trouble."

"You forget," replied David in a light hearted voice, "I've got a couple of slaves who'll go to all the trouble."

"I can't wait to see Robert actually doing some work," chuckled Mr Cartwright, "We'll look forward to it."

After the usual pleasantries David hung up. He turned to look at Steve who was staring wide-eyed at him.

"Is something wrong," asked David, "Was that Rob's dad?"

"Yes!"

"But you've invited him here and told him we're your slaves."

"It seems that Rob had already told him. Don't worry. Rob's just a bad poker player. That's all"

Steve burst into tears again, "I've fucked everything up for everyone. My step-dad's right. I am useless."

David held Steve tight again and waited for the sobs to subside. Quietly David undid the cord holding Steve's wrists and suddenly found the breath being squeezed out of him as Steve held him in a tight hug.

"You need rest," said David quietly, "I'm going to put you into a guest room for tonight and you can sleep in for as long you want to tomorrow. Then we'll get this mess sorted out."

"I could go now if you like," said Steve, "You've done enough already and it'll get worse if I stay, tonight."

"Who said anything about going."

"You said I was in a guest room so I haven't done my 24 hours. You can kick me out."

It had never occurred to David that Steve would take their bargain so seriously. Some of his own fantasies had taken control as he'd tried to set up a working relationship with Steve. He had expected Steve to try and back out, when he realised that it was more than a game.

"If you're talking about leaving, before the twenty four hours are up, then I think I should tie you to my bed so I can keep an eye on you."

David felt rather than heard the deep sigh of relief as the hug tightened even further.

"Think about this," David said, "You're too old to be adopted but you could live here as my son if you wanted to. I'd like it if you did."

Chapter 2

"But you wouldn't tie your son to your bed so that you could look after him, would you?"

"No, but I would love you just as much."

Steve stepped back and looked at David.

"Please be my master. Those magazines really turned me on and now it's happening for real. I really do want it. We made a deal. If I stick to it then I know you will. You're that sort of guy. You don't make deals with sons do you? You just tell them what to do and when to get out."

"It's just that you've got so much on your plate at the moment that I feel that I'm taking advantage of you."

Suddenly a spark of normal teenage energy and cheek broke through Steve's tiredness and he jumped up from David's lap.

"You wanna take advantage of me, you've gotta catch me," he laughed, "I'm escaping and you're too slow to catch me."

David was startled but more than willing to go along with Steve's new mood. He lunged forwards and Steve easily dodged him. David took a slow step forward to get his balance right. Steve back away just as slowly.

"Watch out you'll trip," yelled David urgently.

As Steve turned to look for the danger, David lunged again and grabbed Steve's wrist.

"Hey! That wasn't fair," whined Steve.

"Does a master have to be fair?"

Steve grinned. "No, Master David."

Steve was struggling but it was a half hearted effort. David had no trouble reeling him in to get an head lock round his neck. He grabbed Steve's balls with his other hand and squeezed.

"Now, you disobedient slave," snarled David in his most theatrical voice. "Surrender."

"No!" yelled Steve pretending defiance, "Never."

David squeezed tighter and Steve yelped in genuine pain.

"Ow, that hurt. We're just playing."

"No, we're not playing, slave," replied David calmly, "because I didn't give you permission to play. Do you surrender?"

"Yes Master."

David was still holding Steve's balls and could feel Steve's hardening cock.

"I have recaptured you and you are my prisoner. You have no more options and no way of escaping again. Your only hope is to accept your situation and hope I'll go easy on you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. I didn't want to escape. I'd much rather serve you but I didn't think you wanted me."

Steve's had barely got his words out before crying out from another hard squeeze on his balls.

"I didn't ask for excuses, just an answer to my question."

"I'm going to release you. Face me with your hands behind your head."

As Steve stood there waiting, David looked him over. David was pleased to still that there was still an air of alertness and life about the boy. His manhood, pointing to the ceiling, fully hard showed his physical readiness.

"Hand me that cord and hold your arms in front of you."

David quickly tied Steve's wrists together. Lifting Steve's hands to just under his chin he looped the end of the cord around the boy's neck and tied it off. He picked up the bag beside his chair saying, "It's only 10.30 but I think it's time for bed. Come on."

Steve followed obediently behind, excited by the thought of seeing David undress and nervous about what would happen to him.

Throwing the bag on the bed, David walked through to the bathroom saying, "Let's get you sorted first."

First David made him swill some wash around his mouth and spit it out. The liquid was fiery and seemed to burn his mouth. Steve briefly resisted as David held a second measure to his lips but a firm slap across his stomach made him obey. Next, David flicked his cock stinging it so it deflated. Standing him in front of the toilet he held Steve's cock aiming it at the bowl and telling him to piss.

Steve did want to go but he couldn't relax his muscles to release his bladder with David holding him so David sat him on the rim facing the wall and left him. It was uncomfortable and humiliating but the stream did come but all he could do was continue to sit there waiting for David.

Sometimes defining moments are small incidents not large events. Sitting on that toilet bowl with his weight on the narrow rim hurting his legs he felt like a small child being sat on a potty. It made him realise just how much his life had changed but when David finally returned stood him up and wiped the tip of his cock clean with a toilet tissue it really sunk in how much control he had handed David.

David led Steve back to the bedroom and had him lay on one side of the bed after throwing the pillows on the floor. Undoing the cord from around Steve's neck he retied it to the bed frame pulling Steve's hands above his head. Grabbing Steve's feet he pulled him down the bed until his arms were straight, then he got another cord and tied Steve's ankles to the bottom of the bed.

At 52 David had lost a lot of definition but dressed in a business suit he looked distinguished. As the boys had discovered he had an authoritative air about him that few would argue with. Naked, and the best description of his build would be average for his age. He knew this as he undressed himself. If anything was going to turn Steve away from being his slave it would be his own body, thought David as he disappeared into the bathroom for his own ablutions.

Returning he straddled Steve. He had been worrying about his first sexual encounter with Steve and had put it off as long as possible. Even now he could not escape the feeling that he was just using and abusing the boy. He needed to build up his own confidence. so he leant forward until his cock was resting on Steve's chest then lowered himself until his cock was pushing into his stomach. Steve could not do much more than lift his head and try to kiss David's chest. For a while David just rested enjoying the feel of the boy beneath him and then he started to rock, the two bodies stroking his cock.

Steve could only lay passively wishing his own cock was being stimulated as well. He was the slave and his Master was using his body. He had to find his contentment in that. He had looked at David carefully when David had undressed and had liked what he had seen. David still had that quiet air of confidence about him. Steve would have been instantly hard if David had been a young body builder with a dick to match but in Steve's eyes David was one tough guy you did not mess with and that was still a turn on. As David's rubbing speeded up Steve became just as excited at the thought that his Master was using him to produce his spunk and when David did shoot and he felt the sticky mess between their bodies, he was quietly pleased. As David collapsed on him completely spent so the tension drained out of Steve leaving him happy in the knowledge that he had served his Master.

David rolled off Steve, found a towel he'd left beside the bed and wiped himself clean. He turned on his side facing Steve and ran his hand through the cum on Steve's chest idly smearing it further over the boy's body. He looked at the boy's hard on and knew the boy was hoping for his own relief.

"If you were my son, I would be so proud of you," said David softly, "You're tough and you're not a quitter. I think that you are going to be a very important and wonderful part of my life."

With that he turned the lights out, lay an arm across Steve's chest and went to sleep. Surprisingly, Steve fell asleep quickly as well. He was uncomfortable because of being tied and he was horny but with David laying against him and the comforting arm holding him, he felt safer and more secure than he had for ages and for the first time since his real father had died, he felt wanted.

The following morning Steve woke first. At first his sleep had been deep and refreshing, allowing him to recover from the shocks and despair of the previous day but as the night had progressed his limbs had began to protest at being held in their unusual positions. As his sleep became more fitful so David's every movement began to disturb him. Finally he was wide awake. For a moment or two he could not remember where he was. Then the memories of the previous day came flooding back. As he took stock of his situation he felt strangely calm and at peace even though he was desperately horny and needed the bathroom.

It did not help that David's hand was resting on his cock. He could not sit up to see the time and all he could do was await David's pleasure.

Mornings had been a demoralising confrontation with his step dad. He thought Steve was a waste of space who would never amount to anything so school was a waste of time. At weekends Steve would hide in bed as long as possible hoping his guardian would go out. Usually it just gave his tormentor another chance to make Steve feel lazy and worthless.

Steve's step father never hit Steve or abused him in any way, except verbally, but he so obviously resented Steve's presence, another man's son, that Steve felt like an intruder in his own home.

This morning he felt wanted and loved. If he wanted to he could wake David and get to the toilet but he would not do it. David was proud of him for coping yesterday and he was not going to disappoint him today. He lay quietly feeling the different sensations from his body, the good comforting feeling of having his protector beside him and his reassuring hand, the not so pleasant aches from his stretched muscles and the competing demands from his balls and his bladder.

They were both woken by an urgent beeping from the security system console on David's bedside table.

David picked up a handset beside his bed.

"Hello?"

OK! I've released the lock. I'm in the bedroom. You can make some coffee and come through."

He lay back ignoring Steve for the moment. Finally he spoke.

"It's going to be another difficult day for you. We've got a lot to sort out but I'm sure you'll manage. OK?"

"Yes Master," replied Steve, "I'll not disappoint you."

David leant over to kiss Steve full on his mouth. His tongue probed Steve's lip which after a brief hesitation parted. David ran his hands over his boy's body which trembled with pleasure at his touch. He lay back again admiring Steve's body. Steve's ribcage was clearly defined while his stomach curved down and away towards his hips and cock. If his chest was a high plateau then his hips formed small promontories and a ridge of muscle stretched down past his navel to his groin.

"I think I'll fuck you before this weekend is over. Once you know that I can enter you whenever and wherever I feel like it, then I shall see what it feels like to have that wonderful prick of yours slide into me. What do you think about that, boy?"

"It's scary, sir," replied Steve, "Will it hurt a lot?"

"Relax. Enjoy the fact that your master is getting pleasure from you and it will hurt a lot less than if you fight or resist."

"Yes sir. I won't resist, sir,"

David could tell from Steve's tone of voice that he was not ready to be fucked and although David was rapidly losing his own inhibitions, he would never take Steve beyond his limits. He thought of straddling Steve again. Only this time he would use Steve's mouth.

Even as his cock began to swell in readiness, Rob appeared carrying two mugs of coffee. This had been a ritual of theirs for a while now. Rob was expected to ring for permission to come into the house and if there was no answer or David gave his permission, Rob had full run of the place. On the odd occasion, that permission had been refused, Rob had assumed he had got a girl with him. Now he knew better.

David kept his bedroom warm enough so that he not only slept naked, he normally slept without bed covers. At weekends when Rob had finished with the two cars he had come to David to see if there were any other jobs for him. David was a late riser and was often still in bed when Rob arrived. The first time, Rob had been uncomfortable even though David had pulled up a duvet to cover himself. Things had progressed and now Rob was quite happy to bring David a cup of coffee then sit and chat with him.

Today was different. When Rob entered the bedroom he was confronted with his friend Steve lying tied to the bed and David laying beside him completely naked and relaxed.

The sight startled Rob and he nearly spilt some drink but he recovered quickly liking what he saw.

"Can I join you?" he asked and without waiting for an answer set the mugs down and stripped. He nestled down between David's legs, resting his head on David's thigh just inches from his cock. By way of greeting he slapped his hand down on Steve's cock causing the trapped boy to grunt in pain. David reached down and stroked Rob's hair.

David sensed a change in mood in Rob but waited patiently.

"I think my dad knows about this," he said, nervously, "I didn't tell him, honestly."

"Thanks for warning me," replied David softly trying to soothe Rob, "He said as much last night when he phoned me."

"He said he'd told you about what Steve's dad had done."

"Yes! I'm sorry I didn't let you come back last night. Steve's my family now. You have your family. We both had things to sort out."

"It's OK! Dad's really cool about all this. Oh! By the way can you ring and let him know what time they should come this afternoon, please?"

"We'll make it about three, I think," replied David, "Is that OK with you?"

"It is with me. What about Steve?"

"What about Steve?"

"Is it OK with him."

"It doesn't matter," said David, "He convinced me last night that he truly wanted to be a slave. So be it. He's now stuck with it until 5 o'clock tonight or after your family has gone."

"I'm sorry I got you involved in all this. I've been a bit worried worried you might be annoyed with me and tell me to push off."

"I wouldn't tell you to push off. I've been wanting you in bed too much."

Rob swivelled round to stare at David. "What did you say?"

"I said that over the last few months, I've really been wanting you."

"Oh!" said Rob unsure how to reply, "So what about Steve? I though he was your No. 1 boy."

"He is."

"I don't get it."

"To be honest, neither do I," admitted David, "I just thought that you should know how I feel."

"I love the time I spend here with you," said Rob, cautiously, "And now I can lay here like this. It's going to be awesome."

"We've got to think about Steve but I think it'll be OK. I won't have the energy to keep up with a youngster like you all the time and then you'll have Steve. You'll be home with your family sometimes and then I'll have him."

"You make it sound like we just use him. It doesn't sound very nice."

"True, but that's what you do with slaves. Don't forget Steve chose this set up. It's part of Steve's life to learn what his limits are. It'll test him emotionally as well as physically."

"And he can end it tonight if he doesn't like it."

"Precisely," replied David, "There's a load of things we need to sort out. Let's just see how things develop."

"You know, I'd like to... you know... do some stuff with you," said Rob shyly, "but it'll feel weird with Steve here. Does he have to watch?"

"He can join in if you prefer."

"No way!" exclaimed Rob vehemently, "Just you and me."

David smiled to himself amused by Rob's coyness.

"OK!" he said, "Let's get Steve undone and he can go and do some chores."

Steve's muscles were stiff from being tied so long and he gasped with pain when he tried to move. He did not get much sympathy for David slapped his back a couple of times leaving red hand prints behind. Steve managed to stand with his hands behind his head as instructed and waited for further orders. David and Rob had shifted position while they had been talking and drunk their coffee.

Steve was told to take their empty cups to kitchen, clear any washing up, clean and generally tidy the place. He was also had to clean himself, attend to his toilet needs and have his breakfast.

When Steve had left David and Rob settled down holding and cuddling each other. It was all new to Rob and he was nervous of being with an older and experienced man.

David had wanted someone to valet his cars for him. If done regularly it was a job that only took a half hour or so a day. Rob had been fed up with his morning paper round and had applied. David liked him and found him extra jobs when he discovered that Rob was already saving up for driving lessons when he turned 17. Rob seemed to spend more and more time at David's place, quietly amusing himself swimming, using the computer or chatting to David. David wondered why Rob did not have many friends his own age.

Rob was popular and did have friends, especially Steve but where Steve wanted a master, Rob wanted a mentor and he found that David listened to him and took him seriously, no matter what the subject. He now trusted David to teach him about sex without Rob being made to feel naïve or foolishly ignorant.

They explored each other with their hands and mouths. Gradually as their senses concentrated on their groin their explorations shifted to a slow steady stroking of each others manhood, becoming more vigorous as they gradually climaxed shooting long streams of white cream over their stomachs, chests and necks. They locked in a passionate embrace feeling their sticky bodies mix their male juices together before relaxing into warm and peaceful contentment.

Steve rushed to get the cups to the kitchen so he could dash headlong to the toilet. His cock refused to deflate until he tried flicking it like David had done the night before. As the golden stream finally eased he considered releasing the other urgent pressure on his cock but he knew that David would spot the loss of urgency that kept his cock almost permanently pressed to his stomach.

He was not sure, whether it was the fear of punishment or David's disappointment when he was found out, that stopped him. Either way he would have failed David and he would not do that.

He still found it difficult to believe that anyone could be proud of him. His step-dad had drummed it into him that he was worthless and it was nice to hear David say the opposite. Just as it was comforting to surrender to David's control knowing that David would protect him from real harm. He was terrified of going to school on Monday. He wondered how he was going to cope with his school mates knowing he was gay and knowing about the magazines. If anyone could sort it, David could. In the meantime, he found his new lifestyle exciting. The punishments and threat of punishments had made him more alert and more aware of his surroundings than ever before. His skin was sensitive to the slightest touch and even the slightest movement of air across his body triggered waves of pleasure in his brain.

He desperately wanted to cum. His cock refused to deflate and ached from the constant pressure. His mind filled with images of the wonderful experiences he could have with David and Rob.

For most of the time that he had lain, tied to David's bed, unable to move and completely at David and Rob's mercy he nearly cum through the nervous excitement alone.

His worst moment had been hearing David and Rob express their love for each other. Briefly he felt left out and deserted but David seemed to say that he knew about the pangs of jealousy, resentment and abandonment that he was feeling and so it was part of the life that they shared.

At the moment he was feeling like Cinderella; sent off to do all the work while David and Rob settled back to enjoy themselves. There was nothing strange or difficult about the tasks before him but it felt so different to his life with his family and he could not help making comparisons.

He looked at the shower knowing he needed one. At home his step-dad would complain about the hot water being wasted. Steve could scarcely get into bathroom before his step-dad started knocking on the door telling Steve to hurry up because he needed to use the toilet. Today he knew he had to hurry, that David or Rob could walk in on him at any time. He was not sure whether he was allowed hot water because, according to the magazines, slaves were not allowed that luxury.

Although the problems were largely the same, the difference was that today they were problems to be sorted, not opportunities for someone to grind him down. In the end he did take a cold shower which meant it was a quick one. He was left shivering wondering whether he was allowed a towel to dry himself. He found one of Rob's towels from the the previous night and settled for that. Quickly, he gathered up other bits and pieces lying around putting them as needed in the laundry basket or waste bin.

The bathroom cleaned, he headed for the kitchen. He had mostly cleared up as he had worked the night before, so there was just some washing up in the sink. Steve could cook for himself but where his step-dad called him a greedy pig, eating them out of house and home, David had told him to get a good meal to set him up for the day. There were still things he had to work out. He liked fried food with plenty of ketchup and at home, there had been little else.

As he found his way round David's kitchen he found a much greater variety of food. It occurred to him that a slave diet should be healthy rather than nice to eat so he settled for muesli, fruit and fruit juice. Yesterday he had only been allowed water to drink, but if he was eating fruit why not drink fruit juice? Could he sit down at the table to eat or should he stand? In the end, he chose orange juice and sat on the floor with his plates and bottle beside him. He enjoyed eating a slice of melon allowing juice to trickle from his mouth and on his chest and was surprised that he felt really full when he was done.

He sat contentedly for a while. He thought about a quick swim to clean his sticky chest but remembered all the warnings against bathing immediately after a meal. Instead he washed up then wandered out into the conservatory. He wiped the tables, straightened cushions to generally leave the room in good order.

Then he wandered into the bathroom. He knelt in the bath and sluiced water over his chest to clean himself then dried the bath and himself with the same damp towel he had used earlier.

He was just filling in time, knowing he should be busy but not really having much to do. He thought about homework but he simply did not want to be reminded about school and with the pressure in his cock he would not be able to concentrate anyway. He remembered that he was to stand in the corner if he was bored. More in desperation than anything else he took a notepad and pencil he had found in a kitchen drawer and began to sketch. He'd always liked drawing and his mind was full of images from the last twenty four hours and soon he was completely absorbed.

"Who gave you permission to sit down?" asked Rob smirking at the door, "Wait 'til I tell, David."

Steve sprang up and stood waiting for Rob who was as naked Steve.

"David's by the pool. Make him some fresh coffee. You can fetch me some orange juice at the same time."

"I drank the last of the OJ," said Steve nervously, "Will pineapple juice be OK?"

"No, it fucking well won't," snapped Rob angrily, "You're in trouble boy."

Rob stomped off leaving Steve feeling completely demoralised. When it was ready Steve took the coffee through.

"Where's my juice, boy?" snapped Rob.

"You said you didn't want any."

"I said pineapple wasn't OK. After you'd hogged the OJ. I'll get it myself."

As David sat studying him Steve felt increasingly uncomfortable. Feeling he should do something he straightened up, putting his hands behind his head. He thought he saw David nod in approval and held his position. Rob returned with a sheath of papers in his hand.

"Steve was wasting his time on these this morning then left them lying around and he was sitting at the table instead of standing."

"Rob, stand beside Steve. Assume the the same position."

Rob looked uncertain and alarmed but after a few moments obeyed.

"Now, Steve." continued David, "I want you to tell me everything you have done this morning including what you have been thinking about."

He was getting used to being naked but David still managed to make him feel self-conscious and exposed. He took a deep breath and told David everything. When he finished he stood waiting resignedly for David to tear his efforts to pieces.

"It doesn't look as if you've jerked off." asked David, "Have you?"

"No sir," replied Steve."

"Good because that's your punishment for your insolence yesterday."

David paused before speaking, gathering up his thoughts. "I'm quite impressed. You've used initiative and used your time well."

Both boys stared at David and Steve felt as though a great cloud had lifted.

You like art, do you Steve?" asked David.

"Yes sir," Steve replied, "And photography, especially when I can use the graphics programs they've got at school."

"Good. Now back to the subject in hand. You took me by surprise last night and I'm not as organised as I should be. That meant you were left to deal with things as best you could and on the whole you did well, so I'm only going to deal with the points Rob raised."

It was Rob's turn to feel uncomfortable, wondering if he had gone too far with Steve.

"I told you to get yourself breakfast and you were right to get a healthy one. If you are a slave then your first duty is to look after your Master's comfort which means, if anything is running out you should leave it for him. It is for you to have the alternative or go without."

David continued, "I mentioned acceptable activities yesterday. Producing those sketches is definitely acceptable and so you were entitled to sit at the table. Leaving those sketches lying around was just laziness. You should value them. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir," replied Steve. He felt bad at having slipped up and feared the resulting punishments but he was elated by David's praise of his efforts and felt as if he had achieved something.

"Now Rob. Give Steve a hard time by all means but do not demean him. He isn't stupid like you suggested last night. He wasn't greedy this morning, just thoughtless and unused to things here. I will punish him for it though as I don't want him to think that he can use it as an excuse for other things. Do you really think those drawings are a waste of time?"

"No! Not really," replied Rob sheepishly, "I think they're good and a turn on."

"Yeah," agreed David, "We've certainly put some thoughts in his head, haven't we? In effect you lied about them when you rubbished them, didn't you?

"I didn't think of it like that. I'm sorry. Are you going to punish me?"

"I should do," replied David, "Steve has made it clear what he wants and what he offers. You haven't yet. Now, that's fair enough but it would help to know where we all stand."

"I suppose, if I foul up or anything, you should punish me like Steve," replied Rob, "but I don't want to be treated like that all the time."

"Fair enough!" said David, "We'll see how things turn out. Before I decide the rest of your punishments I'll see how you do today.

David glanced at the time. It was past ten and the Cartwrights would arrive in a few hours. He rarely felt as disorganised as he felt now. He was handing out punishments faster than he could administer them. He needed to go shopping, to look after his unexpected guests and he firmly believed that the first forty eight hours of any relationship, be it business or pleasure, defined it's nature for a long time to come.

He had come to the conclusion that Mr Cartwright was a shrewd man and that he would see through any attempt to hide the nature of their relationship but he did not think it would be wise for the boys to appear naked with welts from a beating covering their bodies even if his cock did stir and twitch at the thought. And that was another problem. He needed to be more imaginative with his punishments.

He suddenly remembered a song from an operetta written over a hundred years ago.

My object all sublime,
I shall achieve in time,
To let the punishment fit the crime.

He could not remember exactly how the lines went. He had probably missed out some but he was sure he was going to have a lot of not so innocent merriment in dealing with the boys misdemeanour's.

"Rob! You've got jobs to do. Get on with them. Start with the Mercedes because I'm going out shortly."

"You, Steve! Come with me," ordered David.

Finding Steve a notepad and pen, David led him around the house making him list a series of jobs that needed doing. He finished in his bedroom, sending Steve off to begin his work as David got ready to go out.

He had decided to get his breakfast at a café as he wanted time to himself before getting on with the shopping. His first visit was to an 'adult' shop.

David was most definitely a top and few people questioned his authority in business or in his private life but when he had been busy building his commercial empire he had found an escape from the pressures by yielding to a master. The sexual release, pain, humiliation and the need to deal with the immediate problem of pleasing his master swamped the business problems swirling around his head so that when he did return to work he could look at it afresh. As a consequence, he often found a solution to a problem that had been worrying him for ages.

David had repaid his master by investing in his efforts to open a chain of shops together with a mail order/Internet business. The master, John Smith used this particular shop as his head office. The middle floor was euphemistically called the studio. In fact it was a fully equipped dungeon complete with a couple of part time boys willing to demonstrate any piece of equipment. Many a man had jerked off to their pictures in the brochures and Internet pictures advertising the shops products. David often wondered how they described their job in their CV.

On entering the shop David was recognised by the sales assistant and immediately shown up to John's offices on the top floor. There was a tacit code between the two men. If David stood demurely waiting on John's pleasure then he was here for a session with his Master.

Today David strode confidently in offering his hand to John saying, "Sorry to burst in on you like this but I've got a bit of a problem and I need your help."

"It's good to see you again, David," replied John smiling, "Tea?"

"No thanks. I'm running late as it is."

David outlined the events of the last twenty four hours, explaining what he needed.

"If they're still at school, you have to be careful," said John, "but I might have something. They're lucky they found you. There's a good few who would just pull them out of school and not worry about education. You got anything apart from that bag of souvenirs from your first session."

David shook his head. "Since I moved into my house I've more or less retired and dropped out of the scene. I wasn't expecting this little adventure."

"OK! Do the rest of your shopping. Where's your car? I'll have a bag of goodies ready for you when you get back."

Offering his thanks David made his way to the supermarket. This was the easy part, stocking up on household goods and food. The next shops were more interesting. He was planning some surprises for Rob and Steve.

Arriving back at the Mercedes, David found a young man dressed in just jeans, t-shirt and trainers waiting for him standing beside a couple of boxes. David recognised him as one of John's employees.

"Mr Watkins?" he asked, "These are for you. And my Master says that I am at your disposal this weekend if it would help. Oh, and he told me to give you this."

He took a note from his pocket and handed it to David. It said,

Dear David,

I know you've got a lot on your plate this weekend but since you've started taking in waifs and strays I was hoping that you'd consider another. I don't choose boys for their intellect but this one is definitely college material and I've got a delicious replacement lined up whose brain is definitely in his pants.

J

"It's Billy isn't it? I can't deal with you or your problems at the moment," said David. He was annoyed with John for dumping a new problem on him. "I've got other things to worry about."

"Yes sir! I understand," replied the boy. He looked disappointed as he turned to head back to the shop.

"Wait!" snapped David, "I didn't say I wouldn't help but this weekend you'll just be a bloody nuisance and in the way."

"Sir. I know you're trying to help another boy. Master John told me and he also said I should trust you. At least you don't promise everything then let me down."

David heard the bitterness in the boy's voice and his anger evaporated.

"I'm not angry with you," David said, "John shouldn't have me on the spot like this."

"I understand, sir," the boy replied, "I can still work for Master John."

"How old are you?" asked David.

"Eighteen, sir," the boy replied.

"Can you drive?"

"Yes sir," answered the boy, "I've driven the shop van."

"This car isn't a shop van so I'll expect you to show it more respect," snapped David as he threw the keys at the boy. "Steve is my priority until everything's settled down. You'll count for nothing until then. That's when I'll start sorting you out. Is that a deal, Billy?"

"Yes sir. I'll try not to be a nuisance."

"You already are. Why isn't my door open yet and why am I still carrying these bags?"

Flustered, the young man stepped forward to take the shopping bags forgetting he still needed to unlock the car. His confusion continued as he tried to hold the door open for his new master while trying to ensure the bags he had set on the ground didn't topple over, then finding the lock to the boot.

Finally David was comfortably settled in the front passenger seat, the shopping was packed away and the boy seated in the drivers seat almost panicking at the thought of driving a brand new and expensive motor car.

He stalled the engine on his first attempt to pull away and on his second attempt the car leapt out of the bay nearly colliding with a passing car. Billy was ready to get out of the car, he'd made such a mess of things and was amazed David calmly gave him some tips on how to handle the powerful engine then settled back waiting for Billy to try again. This time the car pulled away smoothly so David gave the directions home. Once Billy had calmed down David found that he was a good enough driver for him to settle back and relax.

David liked driving but when he was preoccupied he found it difficult to concentrate on the road. It had been a hectic morning but he was glad to see that he would be home well before two o'clock. David already knew something of Billy from other visits to John. While they drove, Billy filled him in with the rest of his story.

He'd had a happy childhood until he was thirteen. From an early age he had displayed an obvious talent for music. His father had bought him a second hand guitar and had promised him a brand new one and even a piano when he was old enough to look after them. The problem was that Billy's father made a lot of promises and kept very few of them. It was his continual failure to get the steady job he promised Billy's mother that started her drinking to escape the constant worry.

When he walked out on them for a younger girl their lives collapsed. Billy's mother drank more and more and Billy became more and more neglected. Eventually Social Services intervened and Billy found himself in care. He was lucky because he was placed with a family almost immediately and he was happy there for a time.

Amongst everything else that had happened he was beginning to realise that he was gay. He had come to trust his foster father and so he decided to talk to him about it. The following day he was taken to a care home. It seemed that his foster father held extreme views on homosexuality and did not want Billy 'contaminating' his own sons.

Billy spent a miserable time in the care home until at sixteen he was placed in a hostel which was probably worse. In both places, staffing had been inadequate so bullying had been rife. His guitar had been smashed. He had been promised a new one but it had never materialised because they thought he should wait until they got a grip on discipline. Of course they never did. It was impossible to do any sort of school work and he ended up with poor exam grades.

With his move to a hostel he was found a job in a fast food restaurant. Although some fast food chains do offer good prospects this particular one was only interested in cheap labour. Billy earned little more than his keep at the hostel. The one bonus was that at weekends the restaurant relied on school kids wanting after school work and not eligible for any employer benefits leaving Billy free.

Billy's only attempt at saving money had been stolen and he was in despair almost suicidal when he spotted an ad for a part time worker in a warehouse. He'd applied and got himself an interview with John Smith.

The ad was genuine, to do with shipping John's mail order stock. John had done most of mail order work himself but with another shop opening, he needed help. To John's delight Billy proved to be a real asset taking over far more of the work than he expected. Not only that but after he had got over the shock of what the goods were, Billy became willing to demonstrate them. He was too young to be used in photographic shoots but he was popular with John's more discrete and select clients. The shop was at its busiest at the weekends which worked out well.

David was amazed to learn that Billy was relatively inexperienced sexually. John preferred gym trained and fully developed hunks to a still growing teenager and he had discouraged Billy from mixing with his customers. It had not really been for Billy's benefit but an advertising ploy, portraying him as something unattainable and a challenge. Billy had gone with one of John's customers anyway and it had been a bad experience. While the man had promised to go slow and gentle, he had been rough and brutal. Billy had been in agony. Billy had refused to go with anyone after that.

He enjoyed the sessions in the dungeon with John demonstrating new lines and even found he could take a whipping or a paddling from his boss's expert hands. He even enjoyed receiving blow jobs or a jerk off that delighted customers were happy to reward him with. It all happened under John's supervision, of course, and nothing ever persuaded Billy to let them go further.

John had helped him to open a savings account and on his seventeenth birthday had given him a substantial cheque as his commission from the sales he had brought in. He was still a long way off from saving enough for the advance rent and deposits he needed to get his own place and he knew that landlords were unwilling to let decent properties to anyone as young as him so he had used some of his savings to take driving lessons and had got his license.

"You've done well to put up with all that," said David, "If you'd come to me last week or probably next week I would have given you my undivided attention. Steve and Rob are still at school and have been outted in a rather nasty way to their school friends. I have to deal with that first."

"Yes sir!" said Billy.

"Steve has been thrown out by his step dad and I want him to feel secure. You will regard him as my number one boy and you will regard yourself as the bottom of the pile."

"Yes sir!" said Billy unhappily, "That's the story of my life."

"It's the only way I can include you without causing trouble or creating jealousy. I'm making this up as I go along so just give me time to sort things out."

"I'm sorry sir!" Billy replied then he grinned, "It'll be worth it if I can drive this car again."

"We're home now. Pull into that drive and reverse into the garage."

Billy's grin vanished at the thought of another tricky manoeuvre but he succeeded with a degree of confidence. David closed the main doors and headed for the rear exit linking the garage with the rest of the house.

"Leave your clothes in the car. You'll need them later when you get some more shopping," he said, "Bring this lot through."

Billy was finding it hard to understand David. On one hand he was making it clear that Billy was an unwanted pest. On the other hand he had been calm and patient while he got used to the car's powerful engine.

John had been good to him and paid him well for the hours he worked in the warehouse and the cheques he received on his birthdays had been substantial. Now he was eighteen the restaurant had sacked him rather than pay the minimum adult wage and employment benefits he was now entitled to. John could not justify taking him on full time.

Although generally muscular from being active most of the time, his physique was spoilt as a result of too much junk food. He either ate at the restaurant or at the hostel where the staple diet was a fry up. His appeal had diminished as he had got older and he was no longer the sales asset he was. He understood all this and knew that John was trying to find a way to help him.

Billy did not know that John had been worried about David who had convinced himself that now he was into fifties he was too old to start anything new claiming that he was only good for a rocking chair and slippers.

John had seen a glimpse of David's old self today and had wondered if Billy's problems would stimulate David further. John had warned Billy not to expect anything, just see if he got on with David. In spite of David's harsh attitude towards him, Billy had also seen the underlying care and kindness that was typical of David.

Steve and Rob had completed their tasks and were sitting on the pool edge idly stirring the water with their feet while just chatting. David walked over to his favourite chair and stood glowering at the two boys. Steve got the message and leapt up to stand in front of David and with only the briefest pause, spread his legs and put his hands behind his head. To David's surprise Rob followed Steve assuming the same position.

Satisfied, David sat down and looked the boys over. Rob and Steve's eyes grew wide and round as Billy appeared carrying the first load of shopping. On David's command Steve showed Billy where the kitchen was and and except for the package from the sports shop and the one from John deposited the bags there. He had been very nervous at walking into a strange place naked and was uncertain what to do so he, in turn after Steve had returned to stand by Rob, took up position beside Steve assuming the same position.

David read a note from John.

These are from a discontinued line and may be what you need. Keep the lot you may need them.

The package contained a number of chains of different lengths. They were substantial enough that they could support a persons weight but could just be regarded as a necklace. Four rings were attached, evenly spaced, to the chain as fixing points.

"I'm not ashamed of what we have here and I don't want to hide it," said David, "If I put these around your necks it will be a pretty clear statement. You may have to take them off because of school; your education takes priority. The question is are you willing to make the statement at all?"

There was silence for a moment then Rob said, "Sport will be a problem. They're always banging on about rings and stuff. You know it might catch someone's eye or someone might grab a necklace. That sort of thing."

David frowned. "That wasn't my question. The question was whether you wanted to make the statement at all. How about it Steve?"

"It'll sort of say I belong here," he giggled, "Like a wedding ring. I'll wear it."

At David's bidding, Steve knelt with his back to David and between his legs and his hands behind his back. David made a show of finding the right sized chain before padlocking it place. Steve took his position back in the line.

"Rob," said David.

Before David could say anything further, Rob was kneeling as Steve had been.

"You sure about this," asked David, "I was going to say I know that you're not into this sort of thing so I don't expect you to commit yourself."

Rob shrugged. "I'll do that one day, one week thing like Steve. He says the way you encourage him makes him feel good."

Again David made a great show of finding the right length and locking it around Rob's neck.

When Rob was back in line David looked at them.

"I haven't introduced Billy yet," David began, "He may be staying as Boy Number Three. If he does stay, Steve is still my number one. If he challenges you, Steve, then you can put him over your knee and spank him with your hand as much as you like."

Picking up a paddle that was also in John's package, he continued, "And you can share up to ten swats a day between the other two with this. Now, Billy. Do you want to be part of this?"

Billy was surprised to be asked. The chains seemed to have a significance for the others and he felt as if he was being invited to become a part of something and for once in his life to belong somewhere. Past experiences had made him cautious He had noticed the frankness and confidence with which Steve and Rob spoke and decided to voice his doubts.

"I think so," Billy replied, "I'd like to know more but I know you're short of time. I'd like to see how it goes."

David glanced at Steve who gave a slight nod. David pointed for Billy to take his turn to kneel and David repeated his little ceremony again.

Chapter 3

It was now a quarter past two and time was getting short. David had handed Steve and Rob packets from the sports shop so now they were standing self consciously in sleek black speedos that are favoured by divers

Handing Billy a wad of money and the car keys, David said, "You'll need some stuff. Go to the hostel and pick up your driving license and any other valuables. Get yourself some trunks like theirs and do you know what their school uniform looks like?"

Puzzled Billy nodded.

"Get yourself matching clothes. Don't worry about badges or anything. Just look as if you could work in a bank or be my chauffeur, something like that. Then go to the music shop and get yourself a decent guitar and everything else you need. Oh and Rob. Phone your parents and ask them to bring your school uniform with them."

John had been right about David who was more alert and alive than he had been for ages. His voice carried this new decisiveness so that Billy was already back at the car and getting dressed before the implications of his instructions began to sink in. As he pulled the t-shirt over his head covering the chain, he thought for a moment then pulled the chain out so that it lay, visible to the world on his shirt.

He wondered if anyone had noticed his cock twitch at the thought of being spanked by Steve. They must have seen it swell as he had knelt for David to put the chain on him and he looked at the two teenage cocks displayed in front of him. He puzzled over the school uniform thing but somehow it seemed to fit. When he had stood in line with the other two he had felt like a naughty schoolboy standing in front of a teacher.

After Billy had gone, David filled the other two in on events that morning as the boys prepared sandwiches and David's inevitable cup of coffee. David allowed them a little to eat saying that if they had too much they would not be able to swim.

Rob and Steve looked longingly at the food prepared for their guests but did not argue. At David's suggestion they played in the pool until the door bell announced the arrival of their guests.

The Cartwrights were a little surprised to be greeted at the door by their nearly naked son, dripping with water and with a strange looking chain around his neck. Rob was feeling embarrassed at his appearance. At home he was shy about his developing body and tended to be covered. Although they would never dare admit it, his mother and sister thought he looked very sexy and had difficulty not staring at him. His father recognised his son's embarrassment but thought he also saw a confidence about him that made him seem more grown up.

As Rob led his family his brother and sister squealed excitedly at the sight of the pool. David approached them, shaking Mr and Mrs Cartwright's hands. He smiled at the two younger members of the group then asked, rather pointlessly, if they would like to go for a swim.

Rob was a bit disappointed that Charlotte his eldest sister, had not come with his family but he was not surprised. Rob and Charlotte did not get on that well. Rob thought Charlotte was an airhead, only interested in mixing with the right crowd. She wanted nothing to do with Rob. She was convinced that Rob had only set up the whole scandal to ruin her social life. She had gone flouncing out earlier yelling something about being ashamed of her family. June did not know where she had gone. It was clear that at the moment she was so angry with Charlotte that she did not care.

At David's instruction, Rob led his brother and sister off to the changing rooms while David seated their parents.

"Steve is looking after us," said David, "If you'd like anything to eat or drink, just let him know."

"Thank you, Mr. Watkins," replied June Cartwright, "But wouldn't Steve prefer to be in the pool with the others?"

"Probably," David answered, "Steve can use the pool any time. You are his guests as much as mine and I expect him to look after you."

Brian Cartwright nodded. "So, you're expected to work for your keep, are you, Steve?"

Steve smiled and nodded, "David doesn't think I'm useless and in the way. It's feels good."

"That's all very well," persisted June, "I don't think Steve should be treated like a servant."

"June," Brian said sharply, "I don't think that's fair. You've always worried about how withdrawn and nervous Steve was. Look at him today. Is it the same boy?"

"I'm sorry Mr Watkins," said June after studying Steve, "Maybe giving him some responsibility will boost his confidence. I have been worried about him and of course I'm a bit worried about the way you live here."

"Why don't you call me David. It's been less than twenty fours since Steve arrived on my doorstep. In that time, I seem to have acquired two teenage residents and of course Rob visits enough to be a fixture. I need some structure and discipline otherwise there would be chaos."

"Two residents, did you say," asked Brian.

David quickly recounted Billy's story.

"Could Steve join the others in the pool for a few minutes, please? asked June, "There's something we'd like to discuss with you in private."

When they were alone June continued, "This business has brought things to a head with us as well. Ever since Rob told us that he was gay it's been obvious that we're overcrowded. I don't know if we're being prudish or not but I'm not sure that it's right for Richy and Rob to share a bedroom any more than it would be for Rob and Charlotte in normal circumstances. We are wondering whether Rob would be happier living with you and Steve.

"He loves you dearly," said David, "He'll be devastated that you're kicking him out."

"Don't get us wrong," said Brian quickly, "We are certainly not kicking him out. The decision will be Rob's and we certainly expect him to visit us. All of you in fact.

"A few years ago a cousin of mine discovered that her fourteen year old son was having a relationship with a man. She called the police and the man went to jail. Not long after the trial the boy disappeared and no one knows what happened to him. We want Rob to be safe, happy and part of our lives."

"I don't think Steve or Billy will object and I'm happy for him to stay, so I suppose it's up to Rob."

I've brought my costume along," June said, "Would you mind if I joined Richy and Lucy in the pool while you sort out the details. I know Richy's thirteen and Lucy's only a year younger but I'd be happier if an adult kept an eye on them in a pool that size."

Rob and Steve sat cross legged in front of the two men. There were a few moments of hesitation as neither man was sure whether to take the initiative before David took the lead and explained Brian's plan. Rob understood the thinking behind him moving in with David and liked the idea but it was a big step.

Finally he said, "Steve has chances to change his mind. Can I have the same?"

"We're going to convert the garage into a bedroom," Brian said, "It'll take a while but you can have first refusal and we'll sort something out. How does that sound."

Rob nodded enthusiastically.

"Steve. Are you happy about this?" asked David.

"Will that make Rob number one or number two?"

"Rob still has his family. You will still come first with me."

Steve nodded.

"It's cool," he said.

"That just leaves Billy," said David, "He needs roots like Steve and he mustn't feel pushed out."

When Rob had arrived that morning he had already had a couple of calls on his mobile phone from curious class mates. As he'd got undressed in David's bedroom he had turned it off. Brian had begun describing the calls he had been receiving and what else had been happening. They lived in a village close to a small town and there were a number of other small villages surrounding the town.

Steve's dad had found Steve's address book and had kept it. After he had thrown Steve out he had phoned everyone in the address warning them what a pervert Steve was. When he learned that Rob had helped Steve he had phoned round again saying that Steve had corrupted Rob and that the Cartwrights should call the police to have Steve arrested. When Steve's dad learned that he would be staying with David he began yet another round of calls saying that Rob, Steve and David were all part of a paedophile ring and that he was going to call the police.

From what Brian could make out Steve's father had got steadily drunker as the calls went on. The people he phoned ranged from the homophobic to the liberal and generally thought of his first call as a shocked but unpleasant reaction to his discovery. His second call alienated many he phoned because it was obvious he was getting drunk and many people hung up during his last call.

But he had succeeded in sowing the seeds of a scandal and the gossip in the small communities was in overdrive. One concerned friend of June had called because she had heard that Rob was emotionally crippled for life from the sexual assaults he had received.

Rob and Steve could barely barely look at the two adults. They were humiliated by the stories about them and worried, about how David would react.

David listened to the conversation between the other three while David considered his plans. It was desultory, going round in circles and really going nowhere. The boys were coming up with more and more outrageous plans to get even with Steve's step-father but nothing practical.

David wanted Billy to be there when he started outlining his own schemes as Billy would be affected by them as well. David was relieved when the security system showed Billy returning and Steve trotted off to greet him. David had discretely told Steve to warn Billy that they still had visitors and not to appear naked. Billy was excited by his purchases and wanted to show them off but he could see that something was wrong and quickly left them with Steve and Rob's belongings. He joined the others, squatting down beside Rob and Steve while David filled him in on their discussions.

Again Billy was pleasantly surprised to be consulted and had no objections to Rob moving in.

"Short of moving to another part of the country, we've got to face this out," David said to bring some focus to the debate.

He continued, "I expected some gossip but not on this scale. If we try to say it's all untrue we'll sound defensive and no one will believe us."

David went on to describe a number of strategies and as he did so the rest all cheered up considerably.

"None of this is going to stop them gossiping, is it?" asked Steve.

"No!" admitted David, "It's not. If Mother Theresa had lived in this village there'd have been rumours that she was having an affair with the Pope."

"I agree," said Brian, "If I dragged Robert home now and forbade him from seeing you or Steve again there'd still be gossip about him. Not many parents would envy you taking on three teenagers. They'll understand that you needed to establish discipline quickly, even if it is old fashioned or unconventional."

The irony in Brian's voice made it clear that it was not his real take on the situation but it didn't matter. It was one of David's strategies. At times, village gossip could be cruel and could certainly be classed as the the worst sort of harassment, even driving people to suicide. Brian was just relieved that he had an answer to some of the calls he had been receiving.

Almost on cue Brian's mobile rang.

"Hi Roy," he said into the phone, "what can I do for you?"

"I'm at his place now. June and the kids are having a swim."

"Yeah. They're here with his other ward."

"Actually He's got three for now. Rob's staying with him for a while. He's helping to get Steve settled."

"You don't think I'm going to take that drunken slob seriously do you? I told you last night I'm proud of the way Rob has stood up for Steve. Even if they are gay he's no less a man in my eyes."

"And what does your boy do with his girlfriend? Or do you expect him to stay celibate and not get her pregnant?"

"Look! I'm fed up with this whole stupid business. If Craig is still friends with Steve and Rob then I'm sure David would like to meet you. You can make your own mind up. If you must go blathering on, do it with the other old women. Leave me out of it."

The others listened to the one sided conversation in silence. Rob had an awed look on his face. Brian breathed a sigh of relief as he hung up and switched off his phone.

"Was that what you meant about not being defensive?" asked Brian.

"I think you handled it perfectly," said David, "Was that Roy Masterson?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"I have Sunday lunch at the Royal Oak. He's in the Lounge bar sometimes and I've chatted to him. I agree, he is a bit of an old woman the way he fusses about things. It'll be interesting if he's there tomorrow."

Everyone stared at David.

"You're going out for lunch tomorrow?" asked Rob.

"We all are," announced David.

"I don't think that's going to be much fun," said Steve, "Their restaurant is a pretty snobby place."

"If you want things to be fun you'd better choose a different lifestyle," said Brian.

The conversation drifted off the subject and for a while centred on the local football teams chances this season

Finally June and Rob's brother and sister left the pool making it clear that they were ready to go. It was a slow leisurely leave taking. June and the younger children needed to change. Eventually the last good byes were made and the Cartwrights had gone.

David felt the tension drain from his body. He was relieved that it had gone so well with the Cartwrights. They could have gone to the police with what they suspected and he was definitely on the wrong side of the law with Rob. Instead, Rob was now a full member of his little band. More than anything now he needed a rest before taking on the the next problem.

David lay on his bed quietly reading. Rob stood, naked, in a corner of the room with his hands cuffed behind him. Every so often David glanced at the boy admiring his rounded buttocks and wondering what he was thinking of his treatment. Ever since Rob had started working for him, David had been attracted to him. Although he had suspected that Rob might be gay he had not made any moves until this weekend because he was so young and could so easily be hurt.

So much had now changed in the last two days. He was now looking after three teenagers. The oldest, Billy was the most experienced and the most damaged. There was an air of tension about Billy as if he was waiting for everything to end then finding himself back at the hostel with nothing.

Steve was the middle one by about three months and physically, David thought he was the sexiest of the three. Steve had been extremely unhappy at home, being gradually crushed by his step-father's oppressive attitude. He had a real fascination with bondage and found his new lifestyle stimulating and sexy.

David's real favourite was Rob. At fifteen, he was the youngest but he was also the smartest. Steve was intelligent and a gifted artist but it was Rob who sorted Steve's problems and, David thought, that was so typical of Rob. David found him easy to talk to and it was easy to relax with him; more so now.

David was not really reading. The book just provided a focus while he tried to control his swirling thoughts. He should be rock hard at the sight of Rob waiting for him but his cock hardly stirred.

Rob was stood, handcuffed in the corner partly to give David the chance to relax and partly as his first introduction to the sort of bondage that fascinated the others.

It had been a big step for Rob to become so sexually open and relaxed and he'd had more experiences in the last two days than ever before. Being stood in the corner awaiting David's pleasure was his first experience of being on the receiving end of bondage. He was not really into the master/slave scene the way the others seemed to be but if his mentor thought it a good idea then he was willing to accept it as part of his training. Rob was vaguely aware that his life had changed and would never be the same again.

David felt a twinge of disappointment that he would not be penetrating Rob's hole for a long time. Rob was not ready, physically or emotionally but David had every intention of starting to prepare him.

Steve was the most willing to be fucked but he was also a little frightened. Billy had experienced a very bad time and had ended up in hospital. He had made it clear that he was not going to suffer like that again.

Before David had left Billy and Steve, he had shown them the butt plug that he intended inserting into them at some stage. He instructed them to start stretching each other with their fingers. If one hurt the other then the victim could spank the other with his hand as hard as he liked. If neither of them earned a spanking they could cum in a 69 together. Billy looked scared with their instructions while Steve did not seem too happy. David figured that there were enough incentives for them both to go very carefully. He had also made it clear that the security system was recording so he would be keeping an eye on them.

He then told Rob to drop his swim suit and then handcuffed him before hauling him to the bedroom and standing him in the corner while vainly trying to relax.

Finally he summoned Rob to stand by his bed. Reaching out, he seized Rob's cock and stroked it. As Rob started to lose himself in the sensations David asked him.

"You do realise your position is changing, don't you? You've become more than just an employee."

Rob nodded. David squeezed Rob's cock and Rob yelped with pain.

"You call me sir," said David gently, "and you answer properly. The basic rules have to apply to you even if you aren't into being a slave. Are you ready for some stretching exercises?"

Rob started to nod but remembered just in time.

"Yes sir," he said nervously and not very convincingly.

Following David's instructions he straddled David's chest, facing down the bed and allowed David to tie a cord between the collar and the cuffs pulling his hands clear of his backside. Rob then bent forward. As he did so David slid a hand under Rob and pulled his cock backwards. Rob fell even further forwards with his head resting on the the bed. After some more adjustments Rob was lying, a little uncomfortably partly on David and partly on the bed with his legs spread up either side of David's head. David's cock was nicely sandwiched against Rob's stomach while Rob's lay along David's chest unable to to do anything except point down between his legs in spite of it's own constant stimulation.

The trouble was, David's mind refused to relax and enjoy the moment. There was too much to be done. Rob had sounded reluctant and, all in all the moment was just not right.

He heard Rob's sigh of relief as he told Rob to turn round and lie beside him for a few minutes. Rob's cock did begin to swell then as he cuddled up to David who was beginning to accept his own lack of arousal.

He released Rob's hands and sent him to line the others up. Rob's cock was pointing determinedly outwards and he looked disappointed that nothing had happened. David's had grown but not enough to be called hard. He shrugged, not sure whether it was a good thing that he had reached an age where his head could could rule his cock.

He showered and dressed before heading out to deal with the boys.

"Steve, It's way past five o'clock so the 24 hours are up and you've got to decide what you want to do. I admire the way you've kept your promise and you've earned my help to do whatever you want. OK?"

"I want to study art, get my exams and go to college. Would you help me do that?"

"Yes, of course. I said this morning, I think you are very talented."

"I'd have to work on a portfolio and work in other materials. I'm still on the course at school but I'm not in the exam group," Steve said.

"OK. We'll see how it goes. If all else fails you might have to wait a year while you go to night school or something; maybe something else, I don't know."

"Then I'd like to stay here. I want you to be my master and I want you to be as tough as possible."

"Supposing I said no. Supposing I said you can only stay if I treat you like a child – no sex, no beatings – just a grounding if you are naughty."

"I don't want to be treated like a kid," Steve exclaimed.

"Do you want to find out what your limits are?"

Steve thought for a moment. "Yes. People say I'm useless. You don't think that, do you?" David shook his head and Steve continued. "You said I kept my promise for 24 hours. I'll make this promise. I promise that I am your slave until I go to college. I want you to make it a challenge to keep that promise."

David gave in. Steve obviously knew what he wanted. "I'll accept your promise and in return I promise to do everything in my power to get you through college. I'll also do my best to turn you into a strong young man able to cope with anything. Is that fair?"

Steve nodded, "That's what I want. Be as strict and as as tough as you like."

As David paused to consider his next step he saw Rob take a deep breath ready to speak.

"Please Sir. If I make the same promise as Steve, will you help me?" he asked.

"How do you mean?"

"The strong and able to cope bit. I don't know about college or anything. I don't know what I want to do. Would you help me find out?"

"Please sir," Billy interrupted, "You love Rob, don't you?"

David looked startled, for once, lost for words.

"Billy and I were talking about it while you were resting, sir." Steve said, "Rob might have to stick to discipline but he wants to be more than just a slave. Billy noticed it as soon as he saw you two together. I think I've seen it over the months but it didn't register."

"Even if what you say is true," David replied, "I can't do anything about it. It wouldn't be fair to you."

"Why not?" Billy asked.

"How do you mean, why not?" David exclaimed, "This is your home now and I want you all to feel equally welcome in it."

"Yes but we're not equal, are we sir," Billy persisted, "Rob works for you and Steve says, you're already showing him business stuff. There's a way you look at each other. You're in love."

David was still a bit shocked so Rob was able to pipe up. "Where does that leave you two? I don't want to push you out."

"I learnt a little while I was working in that shop, " Billy said. "You and David are tops, Masters if you like. I like being a slave and so does Steve. You may not be interested in the scene but it's still part of your nature. Do you think you or Steve would be happy if he was Number One and had to order you around?"

There was a long silence while Rob and David considered their position.

"OK!" David said at last, "Things are moving too quickly for me at the moment. I've become very fond of Rob while he's been working for me and I do think that we get on well together but love? This is a very emotional weekend for all of us so I think we need time to sort our feelings out."

He saw Rob nodding while the other two seemed to be waiting expectantly.

"Come here, Rob," David said quietly, "Sit on my lap."

Rob obeyed feeling self conscious as David continued, "If it wasn't for the decisions that Rob made, neither of you would be here. I think he deserves special treatment as a way of saying thanks. We'll leave it at that for the weekend.

All three boys seemed pleased with the solution though Steve seemed less pleased when David mentioned some outstanding punishments.

"For finishing up juice that should have been left for your Masters, you are restricted to bread and water until tomorrow lunchtime. For failing to look after your drawings properly, Rob and Billy will oversee you for the weekend and spank you if you leave any mess for any reason. They don't have to be fair or reasonable. You just have to be extra tidy."

David paused and Steve let out a sigh of relief thinking that David had forgotten something.

"Oh yes!" David continued, "Thank you for reminding me, Steve. The next order of business should be to shave you. "

Rob looked at him quizzically.

"Have you forgotten that he's got a penalty to pay for losing that 69 game last night?" David asked. "He was a bit cheeky last night so, as punishment, all your body hair, not just your pubes, should be shaved off.

David paused, "I think you'll have enough problems at school without you looking different in the showers so I'll let you off. If you're ever cheeky again, you will lose all the hair on your head as well and I'll write 'I am a fool' across your forehead and 'Punch Me' across your chest in indelible ink but I think we should postpone that forfeit for now."

Steve thought about the threat. David had to be bluffing but he decided he wasn't going to find out but something rankled.

"I thought you were going to be tough on me?" Steve said, "Please don't shave my head or write anything on me but please don't think I'm a wimp."

"So if you fail at anything, fair or not you'll expect consequences?"

"Yes sir," Steve replied, "I'm not useless and I want to be the best."

David looked at Steve thoughtfully, amazed at the boy's determination to gain his respect.

"OK then we'll do it. If we're not careful he'll end up covered in bristle and he'll feel like sandpaper," David continued. "Take him through to the locker room. Get him to trim as much as possible off with scissors. There's some pre-shave lotion. It'll sting, especially on his armpits and groin then try plenty of shaving cream. You'll find everything in the cabinet. While I was out I got some hair removing cream. That should give him a smooth finish."

David paused wondering whether Billy was right about him and Rob. "Rob. You're in charge. Billy will do as you tell him. You can use the paddle on them if you wish and handle them how you like."

Rob found the scissors and handed them to Billy.

"You'd better get on with it," he said.

Working under Rob's direction Billy cut then shaved off Steve's body hair. Steve just stood naked, feet apart and hands behind his head waiting for Billy's instructions. Rob was thoroughly enjoying the sight of two naked teenagers ready to do his bidding.

Rob watched fascinated as his friends body began to look like a young boy's. The erection was definitely adult and seemed even more pronounced. Steve yelped a couple of times when the lotion was applied and groaned with pleasure when Rob felt his body to see if it was smooth enough.

Billy already trimmed his hair to make it look tidy but Rob was curious about what Billy had said earlier and ordered that he be shaved as well. He expected Billy to protest but he just took up position and waited for Steve to start.

Rob had been intrigued when Steve had been ordered to bend over and spread his arse cheeks so that Billy could remove any hair down there. He had seen Steve's cherry and wondered who was going to take it first.

When Billy was similarly bent over, he was confident enough to to finger the spot and even pushed in gently. Billy tensed and started to panic at the intrusion but Steve had been gentle earlier on and Rob was cautious and shy rather than aggressive. In spite of himself, Billy found himself enjoying the sensations.

When they returned to the conservatory David just sat, transfixed by the sight. While they been busy in the locker room, David had been preparing some food. Billy prepared trays for Rob and David while he made do with everything heaped into a bowl and a spoon. Rob and David made themselves comfortable on the loungers by the pool while Steve brought the trays out to them. Billy then fetched his bowl and ate sitting on the floor, jumping up to fetch drinks or whatever else the other two demanded. After they had eaten, Billy was sent to clear the kitchen. Steve sat with Billy making do with his slice of bread

Steve now found it normal to be permanently naked even when standing in front of David who was always smartly dressed in slacks and shirt. Rob swam naked and then put on a bath robe. The way they dressed seem to show their place in the pecking order and Steve was content to be at the bottom along with Billy. While Billy was clearing the kitchen, Steve was sent to tidy the locker room.

With their work done they returned to the conservatory. Rob was swimming. Steve wanted to join him but Rob swam to the side and clambered out.

"Blow me," commanded Rob and Steve knelt down and took Rob's erect tool into his mouth tasting the water from the pool. Yesterday Rob would have been too embarrassed to behave this way but today he just grabbed Steve's hair to hold him in place. It did not take long for Steve to feel the urgency in Rob's body then savour the wads of Man cream hitting the back of his mouth. As Steve movements slowed to a stop, Rob pushed him to one side.

"Fetch a couple of towels," he said as he strolled over to where David was sitting and sat down beside him. Steve did as he was bid then took up his usual stance in front of them. Rob draped one towel modestly over his lap and dried his hair with the other.

Billy was already standing in position watching the scene. He had seen the conspiratorial looks between Rob and David and guessed that Rob was being encouraged to use his friend. He did not know that David was worried about being able to keep up with a young teenage and was happy for him to get the relief he needed from Steve.

Finally David was able to give Billy some attention. He had seen how excited the boy had been after his shopping trip and the look of disappointment when he realised no one had any time for him. Billy took it for granted that no one was really interested in him and so he was delighted when he was made to model the clothes he had bought.

David was equally delighted by his selection and amused to see that he had not bought any underwear. The grey trousers and dark jacket could have been part of a school uniform, but they could also belong to a trainee in an office. He had chosen white shirts with a blue tie.

He looked like a different person in them, someone deserving respect. Once he stripped off again he nervously showed David the guitar he had bought worried that he may spent too much.

David looked at it, seeing the scratches and scuff marks showing it to be second hand. He frowned and asked to see the receipt.

"Why did you buy this one?" David asked.

"I'm sorry, sir." Billy said nervously, "I know it was a lot but it's in good working order and it's a good make."

"Answer my question," David snapped, "Why did you buy this one."

"Like I said, sir. It's in good working order and it's a good quality instrument." Billy replied looking very upset.

"So why didn't you buy a new one?" David asked, "Couldn't you find a similar one?"

"It would have been so expensive, sir." Billy replied, a little confused about what he had done wrong.

"Fetch the paddle," David ordered. "Now bend over my lap."

Steve and Rob were as baffled as Billy. None of them could understand what Billy had done wrong.

David gave Billy twenty hard swats. He put all of his strength into them and he left Billy sobbing in agony, with a backside darkening into an angry purple as tried to stand still and not dance and skip around the room trying to ease the fire from his punishment.

"I will not have my boys thinking of themselves as second best." David said, "I don't know what parts wear on those things but if there's any problem it'll affect your performance. Monday you will go and get yourself another guitar and this time remember that you deserve the best. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." Billy replied, "It's the weirdest thing I've ever been punished for."

"Tomorrow when we go to the pub for lunch, I'll expect the best from you. You'll be in school uniform or whatever, on your best behaviour and you will call everyone over twenty five sir or madam. That's politeness. I don't expect you to think yourselves as being second best so you expect the same politeness in return."

The boys were beginning to understand. Billy, especially, was beginning to realise that David was different. He could have resented the beating he had just received but he was beginning to feel that he was in a place where things could get better now and not later when 'things improved'.

Once the pain in his backside had eased, Billy was allowed to sit on a chair with a cushion while he tuned the guitar and began to play. He was out of practice and uncertain of himself but David could also hear his innate talent and ear for music.

Somehow while he was playing, Rob ended up on David's lap with his shirt buttons undone and his trousers unzipped.

Rob wrapped his arms round David enough to pull him tight and give him a long passionate kiss. Steve, unable to do anything more than just watch found himself distinctly jealous, as Rob and David began exploring each others bodies and coaxed each other's manhood to full bloom.

David was far more responsive than before and pushed Rob down onto his knees with his head over his cock. Rob hesitated then enclosed it fully with his mouth. Steve watched as David lay back in the lounger lost to the music and physical sensations. He winced a couple of times when Billy hit a wrong note but he stayed in his world of pleasure until the demands from his groin became more urgent.

He tensed, almost digging his fingers into Rob's back until suddenly he gasped and fell back, spent.

Guiding Rob to stand in front of him, David took Rob's hard tool into his mouth as Rob grabbed David's head and pumped vigorously with his dick deep into David's throat. Suddenly he arched his back, his hips giving short, convulsive jerks and then he seemed to crumple back onto David's lap. They looked at each other smiling contentedly before Rob gently kissed David's cheek.

Once they had recovered, they stood up and David led Rob to his bedroom, pausing only to give Steve and Billy a list of jobs to be done before he was wakened. He also gave them permission to 69 if they wished.

The next morning Steve woke with the dawn.

True, he was being treated like a slave. He'd slept in a poolside chair because he did not even have his own bed. He was hungry. He had a number chores to complete before his 'Master' woke up and he feared the beating he would get if he failed to do them properly. On the other hand, he had slept in Billy's arms, cuddled up to him. He was exhausted by all the activity the day before so he had slept deeply and peacefully. He had woken feeling refreshed and alive, if a little cold due to his lack of clothes or blankets.

His only possession was an alarm clock, set to go off an hour later. Steve thought of trying to doze until the alarm went off but the pool looked so inviting. Almost before he thought about it, he had dived in and was swimming with all his strength the length of the pool. Turning he swam back and pulled himself out. His morning hard on throbbed, almost aching, and he was tempted to jerk himself off where he stood but he had those chores to do. The thought of a beating didn't make him go soft. Indeed, the ache seemed even more urgent but David would be disappointed with him.

He tried filling his rumbling stomach with a glass of water and a slice of bread but it was nowhere near enough but he suddenly realised he could have one little luxury. He could live with his total lack of privacy except for one thing. Steve headed for the toilet in the changing room, able to sit there, confident he would not be disturbed.

Finally he was ready to begin his chores. He began clearing and tidying the conservatory. As he carried the dirty plates and cup to the kitchen, the alarm went off and Billy woke.

He lay quietly for a moment as he got his bearings. He fingered the chain around his neck thinking of it as a symbol of a contract that for once gave him the right to be somewhere. It was a tough contract to fulfil and David's attitude was weird. He had made it clear that Billy was an unwanted problem that weekend yet he had made the boy feel welcome. David had listened to him and respected his opinions yet Billy was slightly scared of him because of the harsh punishments he had given out. Sleeping on a lounger in the conservatory showed him his true status in the household yet his new guitar and clothes were safe and he had been trusted with driving David's expensive motor.

He wasn't surrounded by people who had no hope of a decent future and did not see why he should try to get on. The fast food shop where he had worked had simply seen him as cheap labour. The only person to see his potential had been John, the shop owner he had worked for.

Ever since his foster father had got rid of him because he was gay he had been uncomfortable with his sexuality. He had been paid for his performances in the 'studio' and some of the customers had been women so it had been left unresolved. John had always seen that his own needs had been met by jerking him to some of the most powerful orgasms you could imagine but again it was business. John was making sure he would be willing to take part in another demonstration. It was all cold and remote.

Here being gay and sexual activity seemed normal and a part of everyday life. Steve and he had cuddled up together for support. They probably would not fall in love but they would be affectionate with each other and it was something new to both boys.

He was still convinced that it would all go wrong for him again and he would be thrown out but he knew that he wanted to enjoy the companionship and security for as long as he could, in spite of the harsh, Spartan lifestyle.

He grinned to himself as he realised that he had just talked himself out of a lie in and that he should start helping Steve.

His cock was stiff and hard, almost pressed against his belly as it pointed to the ceiling. He also needed to empty his bladder.

By the time he got to the kitchen his cock was pointing confidently upwards again especially when he noticed that Steve was equally hard.

Between them they worked through the cleaning and tidying until there just two more jobs on the list. The first was to clear any rubbish that had blown into the garden and the second was to make David's morning coffee.

Steve volunteered to clear the garden. It was early spring so it was still cold in the morning but he preferred it to being surrounded by food when he was so hungry.

Billy made two cups and took them through. He put the mugs on the bedside table and gently shook David. As he opened his eyes, Billy straightened and putting his hands behind his head, stood waiting for David's pleasure. David lay still for a moment to collect his thoughts then sat up, stretched, looked for his drink, then turned his attention to Rob.

"Good Morning, Rob. How are you today?" As he spoke David rested his hand on his boy's thigh and began stroking it. Rob smiled happily almost purring with the pleasure in reply.

"How about you, Billy," David asked, "How are you?"

"OK, sir."

"You look more than OK," laughed David, "Haven't you played with yourself this morning."

Billy blushed, "No, sir."

"Well done. How about Steve?"

"He's clearing the garden, sir."

"And has he cum this morning?"

"It didn't look as if he had." Billy grinned.

"Good. You'll have your chances later," David said, "Rob and I will be up shortly so you can start breakfast. Go."

"It's Sunday," Rob mumbled, "Can't we have lie in?"

"You've got homework. I don't want you leaving it to the last minute and then rushing it. If all goes well, we'll have a nice leisurely lunch and a lazy afternoon. We won't be able to do that if you've got school projects hanging over you."

Rob had spent most of the night with his back spooned up against David's chest. Now, David's cock was between his legs nudging his ball sack. It felt as though it belonged there and for the first time he began to wonder what it would feel like if it was inside him. He adjusted his position and pressed the tip against his anus, pushing down slightly. David, lay still scarcely daring to breath. He wanted to grab Rob and push him down hard but it would be a disastrous mistake. Rob wriggled down a little and pushed again. This time his cock penetrated his boy. Only a little, before Rob winced with pain but enough to send waves of pleasure through them both as well.

Rob pushed a little harder and cried out as the pain returned worse than before. He wriggled around adjusting his muscles. The pain eased so he just lay there.

He felt triumphant more than anything else and wanted more of David inside him. He pushed again. This time the pain was overwhelming and he jerked away to escape the agony.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, "I thought I could do it."

David held him tight.

"Don't worry," David whispered soothingly, "We've got something to look forward to. We'll exercise you a bit before you try again."

They lay quietly for a time gently stroking each other's cock; Rob gradually forgetting his humiliation and David, his disappointment, both finding comfort from the other. The tempo of their hands increased and they came almost at the same time.

The rest of the morning continued as planned. Steve had finished his cleaning duties and as David had ordered Billy checked his efforts. He was relieved that Billy was satisfied. The worst part had been clearing the garden. It had been cold and he was shivering by the time he was finished. He was sure he had rushed it and that Billy would find fault but there had not been much wind so the garden was fairly clear to start with.

Things did not go so well when he and Rob settled down to do their homework. His step father had always found reasons to interrupt him leaving him to either work at the library or rush through his assignments when his step dad wasn't around. That first day he worked the way he was used to.

He finished well before Rob. David had made it clear that he was going to check their work after they were done. Rob was used to David helping him and taking an interest in his work. Having it checked was something new but it fitted in with his new life style so he did not object. Steve was less happy, believing it an opportunity for his efforts to rubbished for him to be made to feel stupid and wasting his time at school.

He had forgotten that David was not his step father.

Steve stood in front of David, holding out a scruffy piece of paper for David's inspection. It was maths. Ten questions and Steve had got every one wrong; all because of careless mistakes.

"Where did you get that figure from?" asked David. As Steve bent over to look David could not resist the temptation to rest his hand on Steve's thigh gradually moving it up to caress his buns. Steve groaned, trying to concentrate.

"I don't know."

"Work through it and tell me," said David, his hand moving into Steve's crack. Steve saw he had made a simple addition error and gave David the answer.

"Good," said David, "Every problem is wrong. Now sit down and get them right. If you can sort it out while I'm playing with you like this you've got no excuse for getting any wrong. You'll stay at that table until you have found every mistake."

Steve was shocked. David seemed to be genuinely annoyed. Steve felt as if he was letting him down. He sat down determined to do his best. Rob was long finished before Steve this time and disappeared for a swim. Finally Steve presented David with his second effort. It was the original sheet, now full of crossing outs and altered figures.

"Better. There's still two mistakes."

Steve seemed to shrink with the disappointment and shambled back to the desk. David settled back with his newspaper until Steve appeared with his homework again.

"You see. You can do them if you try. You've had a difficult time. When things settle down you'll probably get neater."

Steve looked at the sheet and saw how scruffy it really was. David was still disappointed with him. He must think I'm so weak if he's making excuses for me, thought Steve and sat wearily down at the desk again to write it all out again neatly.

Rob was in the kitchen with David and Billy enjoying a snack as Steve brought his final effort through. David looked at it.

"Like I said just now, you're adjusting to living here," he said, "This is the minimum standard I expect. In future anything less will earn you a beating with the paddle."

Steve swallowed nervously. "Yes sir. I sorry I took so long over it. I could have been doing more chores for you."

"No Steve," David said, "You take as long as need for your school work. That's important. From now on I expect both of you to do it as soon as you're home from school and I expect your best effort. Understood?"

"Yes sir," Rob and Steve said in unison.

He saw Steve staring hungrily at their snacks.

"You've stuck to bread and water?" he asked.

"Yes sir," Steve replied.

"Have you completed all tasks and had them checked by Billy or Rob?"

"Yes sir."

"How do you like me checking your homework. Does it feel as if everyone's checking up on you?"

Steve considered his reply before answering. "It's weird. I feel a bit like a small child but it's kind of nice knowing you care."

"You and Rob are losing a lot of privacy," David replied, "and teenagers don't usually like that. It's part of the discipline I'm imposing."

"I don't like it much either," said Rob, "I agree with Steve. It makes me feel like a little kid again."

"Be little kids when you get the chance," David said, "We've got to get ready to go out soon and then you've got to be very mature and sensible. When we get back you can relax and be as childish as you like. There's one last job to be done then all outstanding punishments are spent. Come with me."

Chapter 4

David led the mystified boys to the conservatory and settled down in a lounger. Rob flopped down beside him leaving Steve and Billy standing before them.

"Rob it's up to you whether you join in but these two are going to jerk off into their hands. Steve needs some protein so he's going to lick it all up."

Steve looked a bit shocked, unhappy with the idea of performing so publicly. Billy was more used to the idea and was amused by Steve's and Rob's reaction. Rob chose to remain seated but watched, as Steve and Billy began stroking themselves.

At first Steve was too embarrassed for anything to happen but, as he noticed Rob watching enthralled, the show off in him took over and the incessant stroking began its work.

Billy was used to being watched and stroked steadily. He was wary of David, but was beginning to like him, aware of how the younger two boys were responding to him. It was a bit embarrassing having to perform for Rob, a boy three years his junior but it was also a turn on. He came first, pumping his jism into waiting hand.

Steve was arching back, eyes closed in concentration as he worked his cock. He groaned, pumped faster and then he was filling his own hand.

As he came down from his climax he was completely spent wishing he could crawl onto a bed and sleep. He just did not want any more sexual activity and the idea of eating cum revolted him. He knew that David was waiting for him to obey his instructions and reluctantly put his hand to his mouth. Licking his hand clean wasn't as bad as he expected and he enjoyed the brief contact with Billy so it was not so bad either.

David sent the boys to get ready and headed for his bedroom. They met at the front door and David looked them over. He was pleased to see that they were taking themselves seriously. They were smart, even their shirts were properly tucked in and they had made an effort to clean their shoes.

They set off, after midday, down the lane with Rob walking beside David with Billy and Steve following behind. They did not meet anyone at first, until they met one of David's neighbours walking her dog.

"Good Afternoon, Mrs Clivedon," David said.

She looked at him. David thought he saw a certain amount of hostility as she looked the boys over but in spite of herself she was impressed by what she saw.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Watkins," she replied politely, "Good Afternoon boys."

They responded together, David thought that Billy had replied 'Good Morning ma'am' while the other two used her surname.

"There's a lot of gossip about you," Mrs Clivedon said, "I half expected you to be dragging them naked down the road with a dogs lead."

David liked Mrs Clivedon. She was one of those no nonsense types that always spoke her mind. She belonged to just about every committee in the village and had a knack of getting things done.

David laughed, "I thought about it but we're going for a meal. I didn't want problems with the dress code."

Mrs Clivedon laughed with him. "I must say, you all look very smart. I don't suppose one of them could help Ron at the church hall, could they? He shouldn't be climbing ladders at his age and the gutters need clearing."

"Give us a week or two to get organised and give me a ring," David said, "Steve and Rob will be at school but I'm sure Billy will help."

"Is that right, Billy?" Mrs Clivedon asked.

"I'm working for Mr. Watkins, ma'am," Billy replied, "If he sends me down then I'll be pleased to help. I'll do some in my free time as well."

"Thank you very much. That is very kind of you," she said in a much friendlier voice, "You'd better get along. I'd hate to keep three hungry boys from their lunch any longer."

"That went well," David said once they were out of earshot, "If she's on side then so will be most of the village. Just one thing, Billy. Since when do slaves have free time?"

Billy grinned.

"They don't, Master," he responded emphasising 'Master'.

David nodded approvingly. They continued to the pub in a companionable silence. There were a number of people in the bar talking in small groups. Some were married couples. Roy Masterson was there with a couple of friends from the golf club. It was obvious that most of them had heard the gossip.

Keith, the landlord was usually pleased to see David but today his greeting was polite but not warm. When David asked about a table, Keith said he would try but they were pretty well booked up.

David bought a round of drinks. Billy was unsure whether he was allowed alcohol.

"I don't see why not," David said, "You're eighteen and I won't need you to drive me anywhere, today."

He realised that they still the centre of attention.

"I've been thinking Billy," he said, "Now that these two are staying with me, I'm going to need more than a few odd jobs and a bit of driving done for me. Do you reckon that you could look after the house for me, full time?"

"You mean like a housekeeper, sir?" Billy asked.

"Yes. I think the male equivalent is steward," David answered, "It's an old fashioned word that goes back hundreds of years. On school days, your priority will be to ensure that these two get to school. Their education must come first. Once you've decided what you want to do about college, so will yours."

"Thank you, sir," Billy replied, "I'd like that."

"How about you two?" David continued, "Have you got everything you need for school tomorrow?"

"I suppose so," Rob said unhappily while Steve just nodded.

"I'll try again," David repeated a little more sharply, "Have you got everything you need for school tomorrow?"

"Yes sir," Steve replied briskly.

"I'll have to check my bag, sir," Rob answered in his turn, "but I think so."

"I'll expect you to be sure when you've completed your homework," David said, "It's a bit chaotic this weekend but being prepared will be part of your training."

David's remark about training got everyone's attention and David's party was confusing them. It is every adult's fantasy to have polite, well behaved children and it seemed that David was living that dream. On the other the hand, the bar had been enjoying lurid stories about bondage orgies and Steve being tortured for fun. Unlike Mrs Clivedon, no one was willing to openly refer to it in front of David.

"I've been hearing about your so called training, Mr Watkins," Keith said, "I'm not sure that you should be discussing it in here."

"Pull those chains out, boys," David snapped angrily, "Let everyone see them."

While the boys obeyed and before anyone could comment David continued, "I don't like gossip especially when there's hardly any truth in it. The only fact is that Steve had some extreme magazines. Everything else assumes that because a boy is curious then he has to be completely into it."

The bar was silent. He had everyone's complete attention.

"I now have three teenage boys to look after. Two of them have school tomorrow and the priority has been to give them a safe environment so that they can concentrate on their studies. I don't think you'd be surprised if I said discipline was one of my concerns. I also thought it important that they felt that they had a right to be in my home."

Some his listeners were now nodding sympathetically understanding his problems.

"Believe it or not, those magazines helped. You see they contained articles about slave contracts and it helped us to sort out a bargain between ourselves.

"The boys agreed that they would accept my discipline and training. In return, they have a right to expect every effort from me to see that they have the best possible start in life. Those chains are a symbol of our contract. While they wear them, they have my protection and if anyone tries to hurt them, I promise you this, they will regret it."

"That's all very well," Roy Masterson said, "but those magazines portray a corrupt, perverted and filthy way of life. I understand Steve's father being revolted by them. Surely you could have found a better model to work to."

"Maybe I could have done," David replied, "but they are ready for school tomorrow. They are part of my life now and my house isn't going to be wrecked by wild parties."

David got a few chuckles for that comment. Many of the other customers were parents and did not envy David's new role as guardian to three boisterous teenagers.

One of them turned to Rob and asked, "Why don't you go home? Your dad didn't kick you out, did he?"

"No ma'am, he didn't," Rob replied, "It's a bit crowded at home. Dad's converting a garage into a bedroom to make more space. When it's done, I might go home, then."

He paused fingering the chain, "I kinda like the deal I've made. I suppose there's something between all kids and their parents but it's nice having it feel so real."

All hostility was gone. Keith disappeared and reappeared with another round of drinks.

"On the house," he said, "There'll be a table in twenty minutes if that's OK."

Lunch at the pub had been an unqualified success but it had been a strain for all of them. David was exhausted. He changed and flopped down on a lounger with a book. The boys stripped off and sat around the pool talking quietly. Gradually their high spirits returned and they were soon playing happily in the water until Billy and Steve were sent to prepare an evening meal.

Afterwards they sat chatting. Again Rob and David were in loungers while Steve and Billy sat on the floor.

"I wish you had really been offering me that job," Billy said, "but you don't really want me hanging around do you?"

"I was serious," David said, "The job's yours if you want it. I'd been planning on finding someone in the village to do some cleaning but now I think I need someone full time. I'll pay you the going rate and you'll pay taxes, National Insurance and all that sort of thing. I'll expect you to go to college to study hotel management or something unless you choose music. In reality we'll keep the set up we've got and you'll keep yourself busy during the day but when you move on you'll you'll have a proper employment record."

"You don't have to pay me anything, sir," Billy exclaimed, "I'm just glad to be here."

"Slaves don't have their own money," David grinned, "They don't own anything. Your pay will go into a savings account and you won't touch it until you leave."

David became serious again, "I had to push your problems to the background, Billy and I'm sorry. You've been a great help this weekend and if you'd rather do something else, I'll help but I need a housekeeper and the job's yours if you want it.

By answer, Billy leapt up and planted a kiss on David's lips. Somehow by the time the kiss was done, he was sitting on David's lap with David's arms wrapped around him. Billy was normally a placid young man so his actions surprised everyone.

"Maybe he should sleep with you tonight," Rob laughed but David thought he noticed some jealousy or uncertainty in his voice.

"He could sleep with both of us," David said, "It's our decision, not his. You've got a couple of blow jobs from Steve this weekend. That's fine I can use him as well if I want to. Just remember that Billy and Steve need permission to cum so they can't even jerk off unless I say so. You're not one of my slaves so they can't replace you."

Rob looked happier after that though Billy and Steve looked thoughtful.

For a moment, David wondered whether he was pushing things too far but he need not have worried. Steve felt better about himself than he had for ages. He needed praise from David and knew that he had to push himself to earn it. Already David's instructions about not cumming was creating a paradox. By obeying David, he was pleasing his Master and made him feel good about himself. Feeling good about himself made him want to cum more so that it was more of a challenge to obey David. Paradox or vicious circle? Either way, he was happy.

Billy was beginning to feel that he belonged somewhere. David had made no promises, had not told him that everything was going to be all right before telling him that 'things had changed and that he would have to wait a little longer'. Like the other two, he could see that there was something about David that demanded respect.

He did not feel naked in front of David because he was not wearing clothes he felt naked because it seemed as if David could see into his soul and he had no secrets. What made him happy was the notion that David used that knowledge to make him feel better about himself and like Steve wanted challenges to earn more praise.

Neither boy consciously thought about their feelings for David. It just seemed natural to want to please him.

Rob had been a little shocked at the idea that he and David were in love but he was beginning to accept that it was true. He was proud that a man like David could be interested in him.

He was finding it harder to adapt to his new lifestyle which prompted him to ask, "Would you call us a family?"

The other two looked at David for an answer.

"No. You've got a family, your parents, brother and sisters," David replied, "There's another word I'd use. Household. Hundreds of years ago it meant the main family, relatives who might be living there and servants. There was a strict hierarchy. Everyone knew their place but they were part of something. Those chains you're wearing say that you're part of the Watkins household."

Billy liked David's answer. He knew that his place was at the bottom but he was still part of something. Steve echoed his thoughts.

"I suppose I'm at the bottom of that hierarchy thing," he said. There was no resentment just a simple statement.

"I'm afraid so," David smiled, "As I said I'll call Billy my steward. His job will be to make Rob and me comfortable but I'll expect Rob to do his school work and pull his weight around the house, especially on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Now Rob, if there is ever a conflict between my instructions and your comfort, which one will win?"

Rob screwed his face up as if was grappling with an impossibly difficult question.

"So I can send him to get some biscuits for me now or even fuck him but if you agree that I should clean the car on Saturday morning he can punish me if I don't do a good job."

"I don't think that Billy's ready to be fucked just yet but that's the idea," David agreed, "You can complain to me if you like but if Billy was sticking to his role then I'll double any punishment that Billy planned then punish you again for disturbing me."

"Now, all of you listen to me carefully," David said, "I will not tolerate bullying. I'm not offering any of you a soft life and punishments will hurt but I'll be proud of you accepting it all. Bullying is when you're just trying to make yourself feel good and don't care how your victim feels or if he can cope. That's the one thing that could get you thrown out. Understood?"

All three boys nodded.

"If I can punish Steve, say for being cheeky, how do I know whether I'm bullying or not?" Rob asked.

"None of you are ready to be fucked yet," David replied, "If I was to take one of you now, it would be bullying because I'd probably leave you in agony, injured and humiliated. Part of the deal is that I can fuck you so you'll be exercised even if it does hurt a little. Each time you exercise, you'll be a little bit more ready to take my cock and with luck, getting fucked will be a wonderful experience for you as well.

"Supposing I never like it?" Billy asked.

"If you think of yourself as submissive or a bottom then you need to find out," David answered, "It's all about finding limits and respecting other's. Bullying is not caring about exceeding those limits."

"So I could punish Steve far too harshly providing I don't do more than he can handle." Rob said.

"That's about it. Just don't find excuses to punish him just because you enjoy it."

"People in those magazines had dungeons where they were tortured for fun." Rob said, "Supposing Steve wanted to play like that."

A glance Steve's cock told David that the boy would enjoy games like that very much.

"I had this place built so that I could add rooms upstairs in the attic. I'm already thinking that Billy needs a music room and Steve needs a studio. There'd be space for a dungeon up there as well."

Billy's cock was also rock solid by now and even Rob's was at half mast.

"It would be a big step in our relationship and I think we've got enough to deal with for now and I think it's time we started thinking about bed."

It was still a little early but it would allow Billy and Steve some quiet time. Rob was hoping for a bit of fun before settling down for the night. Indeed so was David. After discussing the morning routines with Billy, David headed for the bedroom. His final instruction was that Steve should cum before going to sleep and when he woke up in the morning. He said nothing about Billy.

David's reasoning was that Steve would rest better if his balls weren't full. He was going to give Rob the same treatment.

Well, not quite the same treatment. While he and Rob engaged in a long, slow and passionate exploration of each other's body, finishing off in a wonderfully satisfying sixty nine, Steve stood in front of Billy and jerked off, before collecting the cum in his hand and eating it again. Billy desperately needed to cum and having Steve perform in such close quarters was almost painful. He thought of quietly jerking off then claiming that he had a wet dream but he did not think he could look David in the eye and lie.

They lay together for warmth. Steve slept soundly but Billy could only hope that morning would come quickly.

Once again Steve woke first not long after Billy had managed to get to sleep. He needed the toilet and now would be his only chance for a little privacy. He was still sitting there when he heard the alarm go off so he hurriedly finished his business before reporting to Billy who was wide awake, ruefully considering his raging hard on.

Pleased that Steve was already up he headed for David's bedroom to see how Rob was doing. He was still fast asleep spooned up against David. Trying not to disturb his master, Billy tried shaking Rob awake. He failed and only succeeded in waking David. Once he was awake enough to take stock of the situation, he rolled away onto his back saying, get on with it.

Billy grabbed Rob's arm and pulled across the bed. Rob was awake by now but in no mood to stir himself until Billy slapped him hard across his backside. Rob was wide awake now, glaring at Billy.

Before he could speak, Billy snapped, "You are disturbing Master David. Move it or I'll spank you raw."

Rob turned to David for support who shrugged and said, "I think he means it."

Rob leapt up and ran for the door. At home with his parents he had always sought a few extra minutes in bed before dashing out of the house still eating the last of his breakfast. He felt angry and resentful. It even crossed his mind that living with David might not be such a good idea. It did not help his mood when Billy made him swim a couple of lengths to wake him up.

He only recovered his natural good spirits when he was sat at the kitchen. He was hungry, wanting more than his usual slice of toast and a cola. His parents saw breakfast in terms of fried eggs and bacon but Billy had set out a bowl of muesli and fruit. His hunger won and he ate a big meal, even preferring fruit juice to cola.

None of them were sure whether the 'no privacy' rule applied to Rob so Steve suggested he use the toilet while Steve helped Billy with the breakfast things. Billy ordered them into the shower but before turning on the water made them jerk off.

It was one of a series of shocks for Rob that morning. He had happily watched Billy and Steve wank themselves to order but it was the first time he had been expected to comply. He was still shy about sex and this was nothing like his comforting and intimate experiences with David. Steve came first and some of his cum landed on Rob's leg, making him jump.

"Do you want any help?" Steve asked.

It was hard to tell which was the more humiliating; the fact that he was having trouble climaxing or the fact that the other two could see how embarrassed he felt. He thought back to how Steve seemed to enjoy pounding his meat in front of them and how erotic it looked. As he thought about the scene he subconsciously increased his pumping and arched his back to shoot wad after wad of cream towards Steve who giggled happily as he got sprayed.

The morning settled down as the boys showered and dressed and packed their bags. They trooped out to the car and Billy drove them to school.

None of their friends approached them when they got out of the car. If Steve or Rob tried greeting anyone they got a curt acknowledgement and nothing else. They had been expecting something similar and were relieved that there was nothing worse. Towards the end of the day some of the other students seemed a little warmer towards them but not much.

The last lesson of the day was P.E. and trouble started as they changed. Craig Masterson saw the chain around Steve's neck as he took off his shirt. Rob had chosen not to wear his to school.

"What's that, pervert?" he sneered, "So that sicko guy can tie you up and fuck you?"

"He wouldn't have to tie me up to fuck me," Steve retorted, "I'm looking forward to it."

As David had said, there was little point in denying that he was gay or what sort of magazines he had been reading.

"That's disgusting, "Craig yelled, "You shouldn't be changing with normal guys. We don't want you staring at us."

"Don't worry," Steve replied far more calmly than he felt, "You've got nothing I want to look at anyway."

Some of the boys sniggered at that. Craig was a bully and they enjoyed it when someone stood up to him. He was about to lunge forward at Steve when he noticed that the P.E. Master had entered the changing room. Normally he kept clear while they changed but he noticed the silence apart from a couple of raised voices and felt obliged to investigate.

"Don't you agree, sir," Craig asked turning to the teacher for support. "We shouldn't be changing with poofters and perverts? Ask him what that chain's for."

Up until that moment the teacher would have agreed. He was straight, happily married and had always assumed the boys he was teaching were just as straight. All of a sudden he was having to deal a student who had moved from a home where he suffered verbal abuse to one where he was possibly suffering sexual and physical abuse. The problem was, other members of staff had mentioned the change in Steve; how he seemed so much more confident and outgoing, and the teacher had already noticed he was not trying to slip into the crowd to become invisible.

"Steve?" he began, "Would you explain that chain?"

Instead of the mumbled ramblings he expected, Steve explained what they had discussed about their household and what the chains meant their acceptance of it.

"So the guy that drove you today is this steward?" one of the boys asked.

"That's right," Steve replied.

"And he can beat you if you do something wrong," the boy persisted.

"Yes," Steve replied, "He got a beating on Saturday because he bought a second hand guitar instead of a new one."

Not even the teacher could resist that puzzle.

"Could you explain, please?" he said, "I'm not sure that I understood you."

"He's good at music so Master David gave him some money to buy a guitar. He bought a second hand one and gave the change to Master David. Master David said that he deserved the best and should have bought a new one. He doesn't let us feel bad about ourselves so Billy had disobeyed him."

"That sounds like abuse to me," the teacher said, "I'm not sure that you should be staying with him."

"It's not abuse," Steve retorted, "I know now that I can go to art college. I'm not the useless waste of space my step dad says I am. Billy says that he belongs somewhere now and wants to make his contribution. How can that be abuse?"

The teacher did not know how to answer so he changed tack.

"What's this Master David business?" he asked, "Why do you call him that?"

"I don't know," Steve answered thoughtfully, "I've not spoken to anyone outside the household about him before. I can't call him Dad. I've never heard anyone say Guardian David but I think I should call him something. What do you suggest?"

The teacher was back on the spot and again had no idea how to answer. He was rescued by one of the nerdier boys in the class who had a passion for history.

"Master as in Master of the Household seems correct," he said, "It fits in with steward."

The teacher shot him a grateful glance but he still felt that he needed to find a chink in Steve's armour.

"Is it my imagination or have you shaved your legs?"

"I've shaved my whole body except for my head," Steve admitted. "I lost a bet. Master David said I shouldn't do it because it could give me problems at school but backing out seemed like second best. I couldn't do it."

"It'll soon grow back again," the teacher said, giving up, "It won't be so bad."

"It's just another sick stunt," Craig yelled out, "It's disgusting."

"If you think shaving my body is sick then it can't be all bad," Steve yelled just as loudly and far more angry, "I'll stay shaved until I go to college."

"Easy, Steve," the teacher said, "No one will hold you to that. Just calm down."

"Oh I'm calm, sir," Steve replied, "It just seems like the right thing to do. I'm proud that Master David is willing to look after me and I have to repay him by doing my best at school even if you laugh at me. If you want to, here's your chance."

Steve dropped the shorts he had changed into before taking his shirt off and stood facing his class mates naked, with his feet apart and his hands behind his head. The class just stood astonished and unsure how to react. Craig started to say something but stopped as someone called out for him to shut up.

Steve exuded an air of strength and confidence, qualities which boys could admire. He had stood up to a teacher and had won. He just did not seem scared of the class bully any more. His smooth cock should have been the source of some teasing but somehow no one was ready to challenge the new Steve.

"Get dressed, Steve," the teacher said, "No one's going to laugh at you."

"What about you Rob?" one of the boys asked, "Where do you fit into all this?"

"Yeah," Another one said, "Shouldn't you be wearing a chain as well? Why haven't you shaved."

Rob blushed. Being outted had been enough for him to deal with. He wanted to stay low key and not stand out at school.

"He's part of the Watkins Household but he's also still got his own family," Steve said when it was obvious that Rob did not know how to reply, "He needs time to sort it all out."

The rest of the boys nodded, satisfied with Steve's answer.

The teacher looked at his watch. It was too late to start a lesson.

"Sorry about this boys but the periods nearly over," he said, "You may as well get changed back into your day clothes. If you do it quietly enough, I'll not notice if you sneak off early."

"I'm not changing again in front of homos," Craig shouted. "It's not right."

"Fair enough," the teacher said, "Go through to the gym and wait there until everyone else has gone. The last boy to leave can tell you when the coast is clear."

Craig stomped off followed by a couple of his cronies.

The teacher hurried off, trying to see the principal. As they dressed the boys asked about living with David. Rob was relegated to Steve's friend and attention centred on Steve. He talked about sleeping in a lounger and just diving into the swimming pool when he woke up. He talked about only being allowed bread and water for nearly a day and how he had double helpings of everything at the pub. He talked about everything except sex and none of the boys listening to him felt able to mention it. His lifestyle seemed strict and severe but not gay. They imagined being the tough guy that Steve had to be to cope but not many were certain enough of their own sexuality to be able to handle that side of Steve's relationship with David.

Most importantly, Steve and Rob were accepted again by their friends.

The teacher was recounting events in his class to the principal.

"I don't know what to make of it," he said, "I've never seen a boy change so much for the better in one weekend."

"Other teachers have said much the same thing," the principal said, "Their so called household is obviously sinful and illegal. We should report it to Social Services and even the police but we need to be careful of this David Watkins. I had Roy Masterson on the phone this morning. Apparently Watkins threatened to sue anyone who argued with him or said anything against him. He tried to speak to the boys but Watkins threatened him."

"Saved him, more like," the teacher said, "Steve would have made mincemeat out of him. If I saw that boy with whip marks down his back I'm not sure I'd try challenging him again."

"You don't approve of this depravity, do you?" the principal asked.

"Try talking to him yourself. I think that he sees himself as Master David's slave and he's shaved his body to emphasis it. If you try to challenge it he'll jump on you. By the way, going back to mediaeval times. If you had a household run by a steward what would you call the head of the house?"

"I've no idea. I studied the sciences, not history."

"You'd better find out before you speak to him otherwise you'll start thinking of his guardian as Master David."

Craig and his friends finally crept out of the gym to find the changing room empty. Their classmates had been so fascinated by Steve's stories that they had been forgotten.

A couple of days later, Billy found himself collecting four boys from school. Geoff Dayton and Perry Kent were close friends and often spent time together after school. Like the rest of their class they were intensely interested in Steve and Rob's lifestyle and the four had always got on well.

On impulse Steve had fielded some of their questions by inviting them back to see for themselves. To his surprise, Perry had accepted immediately. Geoff had been a little uncertain but had been persuaded by Perry.

Steve was amused to see that his guests looked really nervous as they approached the house.

A cloakroom beside the front door was now used by the boys. They stored their clothes and school things there. The visitors knew that the other three would strip and that it was up to them what they did. Rob had suggested that shorts might be a good compromise. They agreed and duly changed. Following Steve's lead, they gathered up the books they needed for their homework and laid them out on the large table in David's office.

Then they all headed out to the conservatory and lined up to be greeted by David. As Steve and the others stood with their feet apart, hands behind their head, Geoff and Perry followed suit.

David stood up and offered his hand.

"I'm delighted to meet friends of Steve and Rob," he said, "I hope they've told you that guests can relax. I don't expect you to follow the same discipline."

"That's all right, sir," Perry said, "I don't want to be a nuisance."

"That's very nice of you," David said, "but you are guests so if you want anything, just tell Billy."

He tried greeting Geoff but only managed to get a 'Hello sir' in return.

"I got full marks for that maths homework, sir," Steve exclaimed, "I think that Mr. Carson believed I'd cheated until I did a couple more for him."

"He should have trusted you," David replied, "Couldn't he see any improvement in your classwork?"

"Oh yes sir. He wasn't really serious about it, just surprised at how well I'd done."

"Even so," David said thoughtfully, "Do you have any problem with it?"

"No sir," Steve replied firmly, "I'm just glad that I could surprise him so much."

"Anything else?"

"No sir, apart from being told off for not paying attention in English but that book is so boring and she just drones on. I got a stiffy and just couldn't concentrate."

Geoff and Perry looked shocked at the way the conversation was going.

"It happens. You've got to learn to control it. Would you like me to help you with some of the training aids I've got?"

Steve grinned sheepishly, "No thanks, sir. I'll try harder in future."

David grinned with him but did not say any more as he turned his attention to Rob.

"I had trouble with that English class as well. I don't like Mrs Grayson very much. We call her The Beehive because she drones on so much."

"How about you two boys. Would you like to add anything?" David asked

"The Beehive could make a James Bond film seem boring," Perry said, "She keeps saying that the sooner she retires and doesn't have to teach a bunch illiterate yobs again the better. We've got to do a book report on it tonight but what's the point if she just rubbishes it."

"Would you keep the nickname until you're alone please," David said, "It's all right. I'm not telling you off. Rob can tell me what her nickname is but he would never use it to me. Geoff what do you think of Mrs Grayson?"

"I think she's a cow," he replied, "Is it all right to say that?"

"Well I did ask your opinion," David chuckled, "and you were very descriptive."

"Steve, I think I should speak to your headmaster about Mrs Grayson. What do you think?"

"I don't know, sir," Steve replied, "What can you do?"

"I don't know yet, but I won't have anyone putting you down like that. Rob, do you have any objections?"

Rob grinned, "That's your job, isn't it, sir? To defend us from the evil dragon."

David laughed, "So she's a dragon, a cow and a bee. I do get the message that you don't like her."

"My dad says that if she was that bad she would have been sacked and I'm making a fuss," Geoff said.

Perry and Rob nodded in agreement.

"So you've all said something before?" David asked.

"Yes sir," Rob, Geoff and Perry said in unison.

"OK! Do your reports. Steve, Rob I want a copy of yours. I might get them independently marked."

"What about us?" Perry asked.

"You're not obliged to show me your work and I can't demand your best effort," David replied, "But four first rate essays would be better than two. Billy, do you have anything to say?"

"No sir, I'll start preparing dinner. Are Geoff and Perry staying?"

Billy was happier than he had been in a long time. On the the previous Monday, after he had dropped the boys off to school, he had bought his new guitar, then shopped for the house. David had always kept a separate account for household transactions and had given Billy the card. He also had instructions to get anything he needed for himself.

He was still nervous at the amount of money he had spent but he had visited John Smith's shop to make his last purchase.

It was overwhelming the way David just gave him the keys to the car and handed over the bank card. David simply assumed that he could be trusted. It was another way that David expected the best out of him and he just took it for granted that he should give it.

"How's it going?" John had asked him.

"He's different to anyone I've ever met," Billy replied, "He said he was too busy to worry about me but he's managed to look after me as well as Rob and Steve."

"I've never known him break a promise and, as you've found out, he normally delivers more," John said, "He was cheated by a business partner a couple of years ago and it shook him. He convinced himself that he was losing his touch and getting past it. That's when he had that house built and he retired."

"I wouldn't have thought anyone could have cheated him," Billy said.

"Normally, no," John agreed, "The partner was young, and David felt that he owed the young man's father a debt, so he agreed to train him up."

John looked at Billy with a serious look in his normally cheerful eyes, "You don't need this warning but the young man is still in prison. I think it cost David more in legal fees than the amount that was swindled to get him into court but it wasn't the money, it was the betrayal."

"Yes but he's trusting me with his car and his bank card," Billy exclaimed, "He doesn't know me, so how come?"

"The car's insured and it's only a small account for household expenses. He didn't trust the other young man with more than he could afford to lose either but he obviously thinks you're worth the risk. All I'm saying is, if you make a mistake that costs him thousands then he'll just laugh it off but if you try to steal a penny from him then he'll destroy you."

Billy looked thoughtful so John continued, "Don't look so worried, you'll be all right. How's David coping with his new responsibilities?"

They chatted for a while before Billy headed back. He realised that he was thinking he was going home. Not to David's house but home, the place where he belonged.

He unpacked the car then stripped before reporting to David who was enjoying a leisurely breakfast in the kitchen. Billy was upset, thinking he had failed in his duties by failing to serve his master.

"Relax. I'm not helpless," David had said, "The whole point of employing you is so that I can have time to myself. Without you, I would have been on the school run. I've dug out this laptop. It's old but it'll get us started. I've set up a small accounts program so you can take over the household finances completely. Outgoings are going to increase so you'll need me to transfer more money across."

David continued to show Billy how to use the computer and all went well until Billy needed to enter the final receipt and he became very nervous.

"I wasn't trying to cheat you, sir," he managed to stammer out, "I just wanted to show you later and talk about it."

"You can leave the details field blank for now and I assume it goes into the Sundries ledger."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"OK! You see how the balance in the Bank Ledger tallies with the Funds Available entry in the on-line statement. Watch out for direct debits and standing orders in the statement and keep the receipts for all your purchases and that's about it."

Billy did not feel as if David did not trust him but he knew that David would be keeping an eye on him. He understood why and did not resent it. It was part of the lack of privacy he had agreed to.

Billy made David a cup of coffee which David took through to the conservatory while he cleared up. The boys made do with water between meals. It was Steve more than David who decided what they were or not allowed and he had said that slaves don't have snacks. Billy had to admit that he felt better for the changes in his diet so minded less than he thought he would.

He got permission to sit on the floor and shyly showed David the purchase he made at John's shop.

"So why do you want to wear a chastity device?" David asked.

"I don't want to but I think I need to," Billy replied, "It's difficult to be with Steve, especially at night and try not to jerk off."

"I bet it's harder not to get Steve to suck you off or fuck you," David laughed.

Billy blushed.

"Yes sir," he said quietly, "I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't be thinking about it."

"Why not?" David asked.

Billy looked at him, startled.

"You remember that I didn't have time to worry about your needs until Rob and Steve were settled?"

Billy nodded uncertainly.

"I was fairly sure that Rob would be sleeping with me which left you and Steve."

David waited as Billy nodded again.

I didn't want you or Steve to feel pressured into doing something you didn't want. I was more concerned about Steve because he's younger. To be honest, I thought you'd disobey me. I would have understood even if I had given you the whipping of your life. It's not much fun being a master when you're all so well behaved."

Billy grinned at that. He was still uncertain what to say and felt a certain amount of pride that he had confounded one of David's plans.

"I've been more worried about Steve than anything," David continued, "Rob can always go home and I've neglected you. So, tell me, where do you want to go from here?"

Billy thought for a long time and David wondered if he had forgotten the question before he answered.

"Mr. Smith was good to me," Billy began, "He's like you, he never breaks a promise but I didn't belong. I feel as if I belong here and if you're serious about me keeping house then I'd love to do it, in spite of your crazy rules."

"So you don't like the master/slave routine then?"

"I think I do," Billy said still trying to sort his thoughts, "We know where we stand. I had my own room and someone came in and smashed my guitar. I've got two guitars now but nowhere I can call my own room yet they're safer than ever. I always got turned on when I had to demonstrate the sex toys that Mr. Smith sold, even if it was a whipping post so even sleeping in a lounger instead of a bed or getting a spanking from you is a bit exciting. I mean I don't mind you being tough… something like that."

Billy continued still struggling with his thoughts glancing down at his shaved cock and balls. "In a lot of ways, you make me feel like a little child, yet when we were in the pub, yesterday, you expected everyone to treat me the same as they treated you. You said that none of us are ready to be fucked so you won't do us, but you could insist and I think I would still trust you not to go beyond my limits. Even if you tied me up, I'd still trust you."

Billy struggled with his thoughts again.

"We all give something and we all take something as well. I like that so I'm happy to see how things develop."

"I'm going to give you some instructions," David said, "Think about them and think about what you've just said. When you're ready either get up and obey them or say that you're not ready."

Billy hardly had to think at all before he was heading for David's bedroom. David waited for about fifteen minutes before following.

Billy was lying on his back on the bed. He had put manacles around his ankles, though nothing was attached to them. He had looped chain around the legs of the bed at the top end and fixed wrist cuffs to them and had then managed to lock his arms into them. Before that he had put a ball gag into his mouth.

He was at David's mercy and could only watch as David dealt with his ankles. Billy had expected to have his legs lifted and secured so that David had access to his hole. Instead he felt them being tied together and pulled tight. When David was satisfied he drew his fingernail across Billy's instep. Billy wriggled but could not escape the sensation.

Satisfied, David undressed and lay down beside Billy, on his side with his head supported by his hand.

With his free hand, he flicked the boy's cock then quickly squeezed his balls. Billy wriggled again but still he could not escape. David slapped him hard across his stomach and watched as the boy jerked and grunted. David could see nervousness in Billy's eyes as David began playing with his nipples. At first he relaxed, enjoying the gentle rubbing but jerked and bucked when David suddenly dug his fingers in a tight squeeze. His cock was twitching and growing as David began gently stroking his chest and stomach and suddenly either slapping him or gripping a lump of his flesh. He could almost feel his senses sharpening as they tried to cope with the sudden changes. Should they tense to enjoy the sudden pain or should they relax to enjoy the sensuous touch. As blood coursed around his body to handle the different sensations so his cock hardened and grew.

David watched with satisfaction Billy's body reacted to his ministrations. Billy had no idea where all this was leading. After so long without a climax he had already been anxious but now he was desperate.

In spite of what he had said to David he was terrified that getting fucked would be as bad as his last experience so he was waiting, with a sense of dread, for the moment when David would start manoeuvring him into position.

He steeled himself for the inevitable when David sat up. To his surprise David straddled him so that his cock was being squeezed into David's crack. David lifted himself, adjusted his position slightly then settled downwards as he guided Billy's cock upwards and into him.

Billy was shocked. He had never expected his body to be used in this way and if it were possible, it left him feeling even more vulnerable. The feeling lasted for mere seconds as he realised that David was sitting on his balls and his cock was completely inside his master.

Billy tried thrusting with his hips but he was stretched too tight. David was in complete control of Billy's cock and could only grunt a few times as David slapped his abdomen and pulled on his nipples. Billy jerked a little and felt a little rubbing on his cock.

It suddenly occurred to Billy that he did not have permission to cum. He should stop himself but with every movement he or David made stimulated his cock to bring it closer to the edge then he remembered David's comment about it being fun to punish his slaves.

Billy relaxed letting things happen and watched David smile then begin jerking himself off. David bounced a little as he stroked his cock and he adjusted his pace to stimulate the cock embedded inside him. Billy picked up the rhythm as best he could and the pressure steadily mounted until he tensed and shot deep into David. David kept his momentum and Billy's cock could not soften until David squeezed it tight as he shot over Billy's chest and face.

David relaxed, pushing down on Billy's thighs as he recovered.

Apart from the deeply satisfying sex that David had just experienced he was sure that he was successfully claiming his right to Billy's body. Once he had recovered he slipped the gag out of Billy's mouth so that it hung around his neck.

"Did I give you permission to cum?" David asked.

"No Master," Billy replied, "I'm sorry."

"Just because I like to have my arse filled every so often, it doesn't mean that you can disobey me," David said.

He fetched a strap and looked down on the helpless boy. He swung as if to land a heavy blow but pulled back so that it landed as light as a feather across Billy's cock. He saw terror in Billy's eyes reminding him that something bad had happened. He drew back and swung again, this time Billy yelled with the pain.

"I think you've had enough for today," he said as he released the boy, "I'm hungry so clean up then get me some lunch. I won't tell Steve if you cook yourself something."

Chapter 5

Billy did not have lunch but David enjoyed his meal. He was still keeping his promise to respect their limits so Billy felt obliged to behave accordingly, especially as David seemed to approve. He felt privileged knowing what he knew about David and was determined to support him as best he could and for the time being, that meant being the perfect slave.

They spent the rest of the day going over Billy's duties before he had to go and pick up the others.

The following day the pattern began to emerge; take the boys to school, do any shopping that was needed, do some housework, give David some sexual relief, prepare his lunch, doing some more work before picking the boys up then finally preparing their evening meal.

All four of them spent time around the pool, David on a lounger with boys sitting on the floor just chatting and so when Rob and Steve's class friends visited, the boys knew the routine.

It was no hardship for Perry and Geoff to stay for dinner though they had to persuade their parents who were uncertain whether their boys should even visit. Geoff had called his parents first and at first they had refused but when he mentioned the homework and Mrs Grayson, Geoff's father asked if he could visit and discuss it.

Perry, now had a lever and persuaded his father that he should visit at the same time. The boys had spent some time in the pool and Perry had taken off his shorts before jumping in. He had planned on putting them back on before his father arrived but never got around to it. Geoff had kept his on in the pool but had been uncomfortable sitting around in his wet shorts. While they ate and chatted he relaxed and finally plucked up enough courage to take them off. When the fathers arrived, only Billy and David were wearing anything.

They were surprised when Steve, quickly followed by Rob politely stood hands behind their heads and feet apart to greet David's guests. Geoff and Perry, uncertain what to do, assumed the same position, feeling very self-conscious. Finally Billy who had only put on some shorts ready to answer the door joined the line.

"OK boys, relax," David said indicating chairs to his adult guests. Billy immediately approached them asking if they'd like refreshments.

David explained the situation and finished up, "I expect my boys to show Mrs Grayson absolute respect. I expect her to show them the same consideration."

"I see your point," Mr. Miles, Perry's father, said, "I'm not in favour of starting a vendetta against a teacher just because she has an unfortunate manner."

"Neither am I," David agreed, "Steve's work was suffering because he was being constantly put down at home. It follows that if a teacher is rubbishing these boys then their work will suffer. I will not tolerate that."

"Perhaps they need a kick up the backside," Mr. Miles persisted, "It can't do them any harm, surely."

"Rob certainly does need a kick up the backside, as you put it," David said, "I told him last night that he was just coasting and I expect more from him but he is not an illiterate yob and I object to him being called that. It'll stop before he starts believing it."

"I know Geoff has been struggling in her class," Mr. Dayton said, "I've been thinking of getting him extra tutoring. Geoff, show me the essay you wrote last week and the one you've written tonight, will you?"

Geoff reluctantly obeyed, embarrassed by the mark and red scrawls Mrs Grayson had written across it.

"I'm no expert but I'd say tonight's effort was a distinct improvement," he handed them across to Mr. Miles, "How about comparing Perry's efforts?"

Mr. Miles complied and found himself agreeing with Mr. Dayton.

"There's a marked improvement," he said, "How come."

"I can only think of one difference and that's Mr. Watkins influence," Geoff's father said, "I understand that you and your boys are gay and have some… er… unusual interests so I was annoyed that Geoff visited you. Now I'm grateful. What do you propose doing?"

"Send copies of tonight's homework to an independent tutor to be marked then compare his comments and grade to Mrs Grayson's. If they agree within acceptable limits then I'll think about her comments in class. If she's deliberately marking them down then I'll have her sacked."

"I'll keep my phone on during class. I can record what she says," Perry said.

"You will not," David said sharply, "None of you will do anything that undermines her authority. I hope I make myself clear."

David turned to the two fathers, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told your sons what to do."

Mr Dayton laughed.

"I thought strict discipline was one of your unusual interests," he said, "When Geoff is under your roof, be my guest."

"I'm surprised that you approve. What would your church say?" Mr. Miles said, "I'm sorry Mr. Watkins. Even though I'm grateful for what you're doing I'm not sure that Perry should visit again. I'm certainly not happy with all this nudity."

"I might be a lay preacher but I'm not a puritan. I believe God's love to be infinite yet the bible is a book with around a thousand pages. I don't think that's enough to cover infinity so I have to fall back on faith. I believe that God is a builder, a creator who encourages growth. From what I've seen today, Mr. Watkins not only encourages these boys to develop but he's doing so in a loving way. Maybe I wouldn't consider all of his loving as being Godly but look at the light in their eyes. They're happy here."

"So you don't mind your son being naked in front of him?"

"I think we should remember that we are in Mr. Watkins' house and talking about him as if he wasn't here. Mr. Watkins, Geoff can visit whenever he likes and while he is here, treat him like your own boys."

David nodded.

"I'd like to visit again, Dad," Perry exclaimed, "Don't worry. Master David isn't going to rape me."

"Master David?" Mr Miles queried.

"What should Steve call him?" Perry asked, "Guardian David, Dad, Sir, or Mister Watkins? We reckon he's Master of this household. What do you think?"

Mr. Miles knew better than to argue with his son. He had fairly narrow views and easily got lost if he stumbled outside of them. The days had gone when he could settle an argument with 'because I say so' but he was not confident enough to try 'while you're living under my roof'. It was time to save face.

"I think, Mr. Watkins, that your boys are extremely polite young men," he said, "And I think it's a credit to them that they're looking for a polite way of addressing you, so I must apologise for my son's rudeness just now. I suppose if I'm to be honest then I have to admit that I have seen a positive aspect to your lifestyle so yes, Perry can also visit when he likes."

As Perry leapt up to hug his father, who was highly embarrassed at holding his naked son, Mr. Dayton said, "You'd better not send him home with too many whip marks though."

"Call me David," he said, "I prefer red hot needles to whips, usually through the testicles."

They all stared at him in horror until Geoff's father burst out laughing.

"Seriously though," he said, "I think I can see the traces of canings on a couple of you boys. Geoff and Perry had better remember to behave."

"You don't mind?" Mr Miles asked, "Still if they realise what they're letting themselves in for."

With an effort he tried his own joke, "I'd like to have grandchildren so confine the needles to under their nails, please."

They chatted for a while longer and Rob mentioned that they would be agreeing to a month's trial on Saturday explaining how it had gone from a day, to a week and now was month.

"Are you having a party?" Perry asked.

"No," David replied, "Billy's week is up on the Sunday so we'd need to wait until then. Besides, if they said no, it would be awkward."

"People can say no at a wedding," Perry said, "They still plan big receptions though."

"And I don't want to put any pressure on the boys," David said, "A party may make them feel obliged to agree."

"Excuse me, sir," Billy said, "I think I agreed to stay when I accepted my job. I like being here and I doubt that I'll change my mind before Sunday."

"That's right, sir," said Rob, "We obey your rules and you protect us. That's not going to change before the weekend, is it?"

"So you'd like to invite your friends to watch you promise to be slaves for a month?" David asked.

"You've never used that word before, sir," Steve retorted, "You're only using it now to make us think about it. I'd like to repeat what we agreed last Saturday in front of them."

"Could we have that party, sir? Even if it's just us," Steve asked including the visitors as well.

"I'm afraid I have a prior engagement on Saturday," Mr. Miles said, "There'd be no one to collect Perry."

"I'm old enough to get a taxi," Perry said indignantly, "Or I could sleep over."

Mr. Miles still had no idea how to handle the situation he found himself in, even though he was beginning to see some possibilities to further his own plans. On one hand, David was proving useful in dealing with his own nagging worries about Mrs Grayson. He had noticed the decline in Perry's work and he would like some of Billy's reserve and politeness to rub off on his son. On the other hand, Perry was mixing with a group of degenerate gays who would corrupt his son and he just wanted to get his son away from their clutches.

He knew Perry had a girlfriend so why was he so keen on staying with a bunch of perverts? How could Mr. Dayton accept the situation so calmly? Was he not worried about his own son? What would his friends and family think?

There had been a blazing row with his wife for even agreeing to visit. Perry was in bad trouble with her for mixing with Steve and Rob. She believed that all homosexuals should be castrated. Her sister was even worse with a whole range of undesirables who should be sterilised.

He often wondered how Perry could be so easy going and tolerant, unaware of his own influences on the boy. He may be weak, unwilling to confront an issue to the point of being two faced but Perry had taken him seriously when he talked about seeing both sides of the argument. Unlike his father Perry was willing to make a decision and come down on the side he believed right.

It had helped, that when Perry had tried understanding his mother and Aunt's viewpoint, he resented their attitude that he was stupid for even having doubts on the subject.

So, added to the rest of his confusion was fear in having to deal with his wife and pride in his son's strength. He also saw the chance he wanted.

"You realise the problems we're going to have with your, mother," Mr. Miles said, "And if your Aunt Yvonne is there then it's going to be even worse. Mr. Watkins, I'll be blunt. Allowing Perry to associate with you or your boys will tear my family apart. My wife is talking about organising a petition to have Steve and Rob excluded from the school. I might add she's had little success so far but she has extreme views."

"What about your views, Dad," Perry asked.

"I think that homosexuality is wrong," he replied, "Normally Mr. Watkins and I wouldn't become friends or acquaintances but we seem to be on the same side regarding Mrs Grayson. Like I said I can see a positive side to their lifestyle even if I don't wholly agree with it. I wasn't thinking of sleepovers when I said you could visit. You're only fifteen and I could imagine your mother calling the police."

No one spoke for a time.

"I'm sorry to have been so rude, Mr. Watkins," Mr. Miles said, "but somehow I think you prefer honesty to flannel."

"Perry did ask for your opinion," David acknowledged, "and you're right. I do appreciate knowing your position and the problems you might have."

Just then Mr. Miles mobile rang. He apologised for the interruption explaining that it was his wife. The rest listened to his side of the conversation easily able to guess what Mrs Miles was saying.

"Yes dear, I'm still there."

"I know it's getting late. We'll be leaving as soon as everything's settled."

"Yes there are things we need to talk about. It seems that Perry's learning could be suffering because of a teacher's attitude. It could stop him getting to a good University if he falls too far behind."

"He might be spending the weekend here."

"No! I haven't taken leave of my senses but Perry is reaching the age where he must make his own decisions about things."

"You will not ask Yvonne to help you talk some sense into him."

"Very well then. I'll ask Mr. Watkins if he can stay here tonight and tomorrow night as well."

"Because I've learnt something tonight. Perry and his friends are growing up and can have their own views even if I disagree with them."

"No, I'm not sitting on the fence as usual. I have decided that you and Yvonne are not going to gang up on him."

"That would be most unwise. You would have to be sure Perry wouldn't choose to move in here permanently."

"No I wouldn't approve. I'm just saying that he has alternatives."

"If you wish. I take it you'll be gone when we get home?"

"Well, have a nice time and give my love to them."

He hung up.

"I have a feeling that my marriage is over," he said, "She's going to stay with her sister for a while. She's done it before but this is different. I don't have to give in for Perry's sake."

Everyone looked at him. Perry was close to tears.

"I'm sorry," David said quietly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'd like to stay here for a while if I may. It'll take her a while to realise that I'm not going to rush home, begging her to stay. You know the routine, Perry."

Perry managed a slight grin as he nodded.

"It's my fault, isn't it Dad?" he asked.

"No it isn't. Be honest. How close were you to moving out when you turned sixteen?"

Perry stared at the floor.

"Dunno," he mumbled, "I'd thought about it. I'd wondered whether Mr. Watkins would let me stay here."

"And now?"

"I want to go home. Does it mean that Aunt Yvonne can't come bursting in any more telling me what to do?"

"Of course it does. I'm going to change the locks tomorrow. I'm tired of her thinking that they can come and go as they like. Whatever happens, if anyone tells you what to do you say that I'm master of my household and that they should speak me."

Mr. Miles suddenly found his lap full of his son. At first, he was worried about where to put his hands on the naked boy but he gradually realised that no one else was going to worry and pulled him tight.

He looked at David and grinned.

"It seems that I'm the one being corrupted by your ways," he said.

They were all tired and the gathering broke up and most were asleep as soon as they were in their beds. Even Steve was excused his nightly jerk off and just snuggled down with Billy.

The exception was Mr. Miles who settled contentedly in his favourite chair with a glass of whisky. He was wondering what to do next knowing that things were never going to be the same again.

The following day followed the usual routine except that six boys arrived after school. Luckily Billy had driven David's other car, a multi purpose vehicle and had space for them and the shopping he had done.

They had taken their midday siesta, lying on David's bed. Rob could be demanding and for once he just wanted to lie quietly. Billy was a little disappointed but David was willing to talk and the conversation turned to Perry and his father.

"It was cool the way Mr. Miles stood up for Perry," Billy said, "That was quite something."

"Mr. Miles is a two faced manipulator," David retorted, "I don't think he cares that much about Perry and he didn't do anything."

Billy looked puzzled so David continued, "He disapproves of homosexuality yet he's encouraging Perry to stay here this weekend. He does care about Perry but not enough to sacrifice his dinner party on Saturday and not enough to spend time getting to know him.

"I agree that he's hung onto his marriage for Perry's sake but it was convenient for him as well. He presented himself as trying to be broad minded for Perry's sake but he didn't sound at all upset when his wife threatened to go. He let Perry hear the conversation and made him feel guilty. He's planted the idea that Perry could move here and Perry is going to have to deal with his Aunt Yvonne alone. Yet everyone is going to see Mr. Miles as the one who has been wronged.

"If you think about it. His wife decided to go away, Perry may decide to stay here. He is deciding nothing."

"Couldn't it just be that he was handling the situation as best he can and got some of it wrong?" Billy asked.

"Possibly," David agreed, "But I don't think so though. He seemed confident rather than uncertain, relieved rather than upset and there were other things. I got the feeling that he had a plan that was succeeding."

"Was succeeding?" Billy queried, " It sounds as if it's continuing."

"No one's all bad just as no one's all good," David explained, "I think he cares for Perry a little and genuinely wants to look out for him but I don't think it includes making a home for him any more. I'm willing to bet that there will be more arguments in front of Perry or the boy will be expected to deal with his mother and aunt in the hopes that Perry spends more time here.

"Poor Mr. Miles. His wife left him, his son moved out and all he was trying to do was to keep the peace. Do you get the idea?"

"If he cares for Perry and doesn't approve of gays then why let him come here," Billy stated rather than asked, making sure he understood.

"Possibly because he's never had to think about it before," David replied, "I think that he was concerned enough to check us out last night but maybe I would have had to have acted like the most outrageous queen you could imagine trying to get my hand up Perry's arse before he turned us down."

Billy laughed, "You really don't like him, do you?"

"He was right when he said we would never be friends," David replied, "Don't forget, Perry hasn't turned out too bad and his Dad is still looking out for him so I can respect him for that. I'd respect him more if he'd consulted Perry and me about his plans instead of trying to manipulate us. Perry will be moving on to college or a job in the next few years so he's entitled to make plans for his own future after Perry's gone."

Billy nodded.

"I hope Perry doesn't realise anything," he said.

"He's not stupid so he might," David said, "Do you think we can accommodate a guy who's straight and not into any sort bondage or master/slave scene?"

"If you order me to, Master," Billy said, "Then your slave will obey but we don't do much of that sort of thing anyway. I think we'll cope."

David slapped him hard across his balls making him curl up.

"Don't be cheeky. I've been worried about Steve and Rob being accepted at school. I don't want their friends running because any of you are covered in welts."

He paused, thinking, "The discipline's pretty good and the house is running smoothly so I'm happy."

"We all know what you're trying to do," Billy said, "Even their friends think you're cool for trying to help us. Steve makes sure they know the rules before they come here. He says something about our rights too. That's the bit they find hard to understand."

David laughed glad that Steve and Rob had friends again.

There were five extra boys on the Friday. David smiled at how predictable people could be. On their first night visitors stood nervously in a pair of shorts sometimes shocked at the way the veterans described their school day. Then they look even more worried when they saw the others showing David their completed homework. Once they knew that they could relax in and out of the pool they began to find wet shorts irritating and would finally pluck up the courage to leave them off.

At some stage, worried parents would phone to make sure they were OK and David always made a point of inviting parents in when they came to collect their boys even if they lived within easy walking distance. However, David's tactics were working and no one saw him, as a predator preparing to swoop down on every boy in sight, any more

. They got their homework that they had done for Mrs Grayson on the Friday and David now had seven papers to check. From the outset it was obvious that Rob and Steve had been marked far more harshly than the others. Perry and Geoff's work was vastly superior to their previous efforts but had received no recognition for it.

David lined them up and explained his findings.

"It'll be a while before I get the results of the independent marking. I found a tutor who was an ex-teacher," he said, "I don't think this marking is fair. I'm sure that Steve, Rob, Geoff and Perry have been marked down."

The boys showed a mixed reaction to his comments. There was some relief that they weren't as bad as they thought, bitterness that a teacher had betrayed them and relief that David was looking out for them.

There was little more that they could do for now and attention turned to the promises the boys would be making the next night.

David was more concerned that Perry seemed upset and subdued. David took him into his office to talk to him.

Perry was upset at the speed with which his father had changed the locks and reset the alarm codes. The locksmith had turned up while they were having breakfast thinking it was some sort of emergency. His mother had turned up that evening, demanding to be let in. She had phoned to say she was coming and Perry had received a call from his dad to say that he been delayed at work leaving the boy to deal with his mother. To her credit, she saw how upset Perry was becoming and sat in her car for most of the evening until Mr. Miles got home though in the meantime, Yvonne had joined his mother.

Perry had desperately hoped for some sort of leadership from his father but he had meekly let them all in and they had settled in the lounge. Yvonne started the argument by asking Perry what he thought he was doing by mixing with a bunch of perverts and contaminating their good name.

Perry had been relieved when his dad had butted in to answer her but had left the impression that they had merely been there because David was trying to check whether a teacher was harming his education.

When Perry had explained how Steve had always been his friend, Yvonne had interrupted him saying that boys like Steve couldn't have friends, just victims while he tried to get inside their pants and molest them. Mr. Miles had remained quiet.

When Mrs Miles announced that she was returning home to sort her son out, Mr. Miles had stated firmly that she would do no such thing, Perry was reaching an age when he could make his own mistakes, and could leave home if he was forced to.

It was an impossible situation for Mrs Miles. If Perry was mixing with queers then he had to be one himself and she would throw him out until he 'became a man again'. If her husband did not back her then she could not return.

What she did not realise was that David had been right and he was trying to get rid of her while claiming the moral high ground. All he had to do, was not make a decision.

Yvonne had then turned her anger onto Perry blaming him for causing the row and said that if he had any decency left he would promise to have nothing more to do with Steve. He should also agree to see a psychiatrist to cure him of any deviancy he might have caught.

His father had mumbled something about going too far and to Perry's surprise, his mother had agreed if only to wait to see how things turn out.

Mr. Miles had suggested that everyone was far too excited to decide anything and they should leave it for a few days to calm down after Perry had visited Steve and David that weekend to sort out the school problem.

If he had been trying to calm things down then he had made a colossal blunder and it got Perry another tirade from Yvonne. It also gave Mrs Miles no choice but to leave. She had come to despise her husband. She disliked her son's obvious liberal left wing ideas. She was as ready as he was to end the marriage, though like her husband, she lacked the courage to say so to his face.

Perry had spent a miserable night feeling that he was to blame for the row. He was still miserable, not looking forward to going home. David could not help wondering how such a nice boy could be the off spring of such vile parents but did not say anything except to ask for permission to talk things over with Billy.

Perry gave his consent surprised that David took his privacy so seriously. If he'd try to have a private conversation with his father, Mr. Miles would have told his wife as soon as they were alone and Yvonne would have heard about it a little later.

"It seems you were right, sir," Billy said, "I'll have a word with him and tell him that he can sleep in a guest room. If Steve or Rob ask, I'll tell them that Perry will explain when he's ready. They'll probably guess from last night, sir."

"I'll leave it to you, then," David said wondering how he would cope if Perry decided to stay permanently.

Steve sat up on Saturday feeling resentful. Rob was tucked up in bed with David, Perry was fast asleep in one of the guest rooms while he was making the best of things on a lounger waiting for permission to jerk off. While he and Billy would be getting up to the sound of the alarm at the same as time as every other day, Rob and Perry would surface when they were ready.

He did not stay resentful for long as the thoughts about the hardship in his life seemed to make his cock even stiffer. It surprised him that the idea, that he would probably stay naked for the rest of the weekend, turned him on even more and the idea that Billy would be in control added more pressure to his groin. Whatever the discomforts of the lounger he felt safe with Billy watching over him.

Looking back over the previous week, he was surprised at how little sex he had experienced. Apart from his morning and night-time jerk offs no one had touched him. David had given them instructions that he and Billy not do anything without permission and Billy had taken the order very seriously.

It was frustrating especially as Billy had fun with David while they were at school but it had been comforting to be able to cuddle up to Billy and feel safe in his arms. As he settled into his new life he was beginning to think that he needed comfort less and fun and games more.

He also accepted that David was working to a plan to repair the damage his father had done. Rob might be the under age boy sleeping with a middle aged man but it was Steve's fascination for bondage that was known and talked about. When they had got ready for bed the previous night, Perry had been amazed that Rob had gone cheerfully and openly into David's room.

Whatever the drawbacks to his new lifestyle, Steve felt good about himself. He could cope with being little more than a servant because David respected him for it. His school work had improved more than he could have thought possible which earned him praise at school. His class mates were a little awed by him for the harsh discipline that they imagined David imposed. Even if they sniggered at the kinkiness of it all Steve seemed more confident and positive than before.

His confidence meant that he had been bullied less during the previous week. He was an unknown quantity and bullies like certainty. Apart from Steve's own new found strength, there was the fit young man who drove him to school and who wore an identical chain, proudly for the world to see and there was the shadowy figure of David who would stand no nonsense from anyone.

He slid out from Billy's arms and headed for the toilet. Even if he was not allowed to close doors he had all the privacy he wanted at that time of day and he did not have to hurry. With his bladder and bowels empty he dived into the pool for his morning swim. Again for those few minutes he was free and alone as he prepared his body for the coming day. In later years, when he wore clothes, slept in a bedroom and not beside a swimming pool he would miss the pure animal satisfaction of his morning routine.

Although David was giving him every opportunity not to commit himself to a whole month of this life style, it did not occur to him not to continue.

Unusually Rob and David were already awake. David was wide awake but Rob was drifting back into a contented doze. Like Steve, he had been a little frustrated by their lack of sexual activity. Unlike Steve, he could go home whenever he wanted and his needs were different, so David had been more willing to allow sex between them. Even so, after their first attempt at David fucking him, David confined their activities to gently stretching and exercising him ready for another attempt.

Rob's enforced patience had proved worthwhile. As always he had tried to start things off. This time as he had straddled David, guiding the man sized cock up into him, David had let him continue. Slowly he had settled down allowing himself to be filled until he felt David's pubes caressing his globes. He had expected some pain but all he felt were waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. He felt triumph that he had finally succeeded and real pleasure as looked at David's smiling face seeing how happy his man was.

David bucked slightly and Rob took the hint, flexing his leg muscles to ride up down the tool impaling him. They worked together building up the rhythm. New waves of pleasure spread out from Rob's prostate as it was massaged by David's cock and Rob had shot string after string without even touching his cock. David held on a little longer but as Rob clamped tight around him and he felt the intensity of the boy's emotions his own cock had pumped deep into his lover.

Both were completely spent and had laid back down cuddled up to each other. David was content to relax and let his thoughts wander while his boy slept happily beside him.

Of all the boys, Perry was the least happy. He was thoroughly confused about his sexuality, miserable at the way his family was disintegrating and guilty because of the doubts that his family had planted in his mind about David. He was one of the youngest boys in his class and the most likely to classed as a minor which meant he could get David and the others into trouble the most easily. Although the idea of his parents separating was frightening he was sick of their constant sniping at each other and their backstabbing attitudes.

He was sure that his father's new found tolerance was more to annoy his mother than support for him and that once he had won he would start 'considering the position with David' again. He even felt guilty about being alone in a comfortable bed while the others had to make do.

As Billy expected, Rob and Steve had guessed why he had stayed the night. Billy had stated that Perry would be sleeping in a guest room and Steve had enthusiastically agreed.

Billy entered the room at about nine o'clock to see if he was awake.

"We're all going to the kitchen for some breakfast if you'd like to join us," he said, "If you'd prefer I can bring you some here, or fix you some later."

"I thought boys were meant to be slaves here," Perry grinned, "I feel like I'm in a luxury hotel."

"You stuck up for Steve and Rob at school, sir," Billy replied, "We're the slaves and you're our guest while you sort things out."

"How far does it go?" Perry asked, "Could I tell you to send Rob to me to give me a blow job?"

"Yes you could, sir," Billy replied, "Shall I send him along?"

"No thank you," Perry answered, "but would you stay a while."

"May I tell the others to start breakfast and come back, please sir."

"You don't have to call me 'sir' but come back, please."

When Billy returned he found the duvet turned back for him to get into bed. As soon as he was settled Perry slid across holding him tightly. Billy wrapped his arms around the boy and they just lay there.

Billy was sure that Perry had fallen asleep as he listened for Steve and Rob doing some of the housework.

He heard a splash and guessed that David was taking a swim. It was his first Saturday as Steward and he wanted to be keeping an eye on everything but he tried to relax and give Perry the comfort he needed.

"What am I going to do?" Perry asked suddenly, "Was it gay to think about Rob giving me a blow job? Is this gay? What's going to happen to Mum and Dad? Will I be able to go home? Will Dad be all right? If I don't do any more gay stuff will they get back together?"

Perry rambled on with more questions. Billy did not have time to answer them and he did not think Perry wanted him to as the questions became more mumbled and he drifted off to sleep.

Billy heard the phone ring and he hoped the others would cope.

The caller was Yvonne, Perry's aunt. She was very sorry that Perry imposed himself on David, and she would collect him as soon as possible. He would be welcome to stay with her until his parents had sorted themselves out. His mother thought it would be better for everyone.

David explained that Perry was not up yet. They were letting him sleep because he was still extremely upset at the row he had witnessed. He suggested that Perry phone her when he was up and about. In spite of her profuse thanks for his kindness there was no doubt in David's mind that she did not like being obstructed, even in such a small way.

When the phone rang again, David was not surprised to hear Yvonne's voice again.

"I'm so sorry about this but my sister has called the police," she said, "She's worried about Perry and after I told her what you'd said about him still being upset she got it into her head that he's run away because he's suicidal. They'll want to speak to him and bring him home."

David could hear the triumph in her voice. David guessed that she thought the mention of the police would panic him and Perry would find himself waiting for them at the front door.

He got Steve to fetch Billy without alarming Perry and gathered his boys around telling them what was going on.

"They'll be suspicious, whatever we do so it's business as usual," David said, "Rob, you're closest to Perry's age. You stay with him and if he's awake tell him as gently as you can what's happening. I'm going to phone my solicitor and see if he can get someone over here.

"Billy, put some clothes on and go down to the shop for some milk or something. Just make sure you're carrying a shopping bag when you get back. Don't make it obvious but I want to know if there's anyone hanging around, maybe in a car.

"Aunt Yvonne's car is a green Toyota," Perry said as he hurried out to join them. "Mum's is a blue Ford Fiesta and Granddad's is a grey Audi. Do you want me to get dressed and go?"

"No way," Steve exclaimed, "She's threatening us now, not just you so we're in it together."

Before leaving, Billy asked Perry for any of the registration numbers he could remember then set off on his reconnaissance.

Steve took charge of Perry taking him out to the kitchen to get something to eat. They were expecting the police to arrive at any second but Perry had eaten some breakfast and was settled back in the conservatory before Billy returned. He confirmed that two women were sitting in a green Toyota with the right registration number which was parked a little way down the lane.

"So what happens now?" Rob asked.

"My guess is they were bluffing about the police," David replied, "They would have been here by now. Mr. Friday, he's my solicitor, said he'll come in person so he'll be here shortly. Billy, I think a pair of shorts will be in order in case any ladies visit and Mr. Friday's a bit of a fuddy duddy so he'll be uncomfortable as well with a naked servant. Show any visitors to my office and look after them."

David looked around. "We're under siege and the attackers will fire the first few shots but I promise you that we have the heaviest artillery. We've just got to keep our nerve."

The boys liked the the military analogy and trusted David so they looked a lot more cheerful for his comments but even David jumped when the door bell rang and Billy was white as he went to answer it.

He returned shortly saying it was Mr. Friday and as he spoke the solicitor walked into the conservatory.

"Your butler explained why you're being unusually formal," he said, "I thank you for your concern about my sensibilities but there's no need. Now which one of these cherubs needs my help."

Perry stepped forward. They had instinctively lined up in the proper position when a stranger had entered.

"Please sit down boys," Mr. Friday said, "I suggest you be more informal if you have other guests this morning."

He looked at Perry, "Tell me honestly, young man, where you want to go. It may not be possible but you are instructing me to act for you. I need to know your honest wishes before I can do that properly. Do you understand?"

"If I wanted to go back to Dad, I'd have to tell you even if it hurt Mr. Watkins' feelings."

"Exactly," Mr. Friday beamed, "Is that what you want?"

"No. I want to stay here, sir."

"Excellent," Mr. Friday said, "I have known David for many years and I think you're making a very wise decision."

He continued, "I have not dealt with custody cases before. If it goes to court I'll have to refer you to a more knowledgeable advocate. However, I think we can say that his parents arguments are having a detrimental effect on his well being and that he is being pushed into taking sides. He is asking for even and equal contact with his parents. If Perry can make it clear that he'll return here no matter where the courts put him then he's at an age where it would be pointless to oppose him. They could send him to a secure institution for his own safety but that is a very extreme measure.

"The great difficulty is the nature of the relationship between you all. If the police do become involved then they will have to investigate suspicions of sexual abuse. These boys do not seem to be abused so my advice is, even if you are cautioned, to say nothing. Let them prove the case if there is one. It'll be intimidating but again stay as confident as you are now, they'll find it difficult proceeding without the alleged victims' consent."

Mr. Friday relaxed and sat back in his lounger. He made it clear that he expected to be kept supplied with refreshments pointing out that he could either spend the remainder of the morning shopping with his wife or running up a massive bill chatting to them. He proved to be pleasant company talking about some of the stranger cases he had been involved with. He corrected their grammar without realising it and looked uncomfortable if one of their comments veered towards homosexuality or sex in general but listened entranced when Billy played the guitar for him and admired Steve's drawings.

They were beginning to think nothing would happen when the bell rang again and Billy showed two police officers through to the conservatory. Mr. Friday had countermanded David's instructions.

The boys were seated on the floor and Perry stood up when the policemen asked for him.

"How come you're all naked?" the sergeant asked.

"Because we all swim a lot, sir," Perry replied, "I don't like damp shorts rubbing between my legs. It makes them sore.

"You could change," the sergeant persisted.

"Why?" Perry demanded to know.

"Decency. Aren't there any women here?"

"No! We're all guys so can relax. What's the problem?"

Perry was getting steadily more aggressive with his answers and the sergeant was not ready to make a direct accusation.

"Your mother thinks you're in danger here and wants you to come home," the sergeant said, "I'm going to have to take you."

"No. Dad is still living at home, not Mum. She wants me to stay with my aunt and I'm not doing that. She'd lock me in until I saw a shrink."

"Why would she think that you need psychiatric help?"

"Because I don't agree with her views."

"What views would they be?"

Perry hesitated uncertain what to say.

"There has been a lot of gossip concerning the sexuality of Mr. Watkins and his wards," Mr. Friday said, "I've been here all morning and seen none of the classic signs of abuse. I understand that their school work is improving under his influence. I would submit that you are not here to investigate gossip especially when the facts point to the opposite being true. However I understand that my client's family regard homosexuality as an illness that can be caught."

The police sergeant was getting out of his depth. He had been told that Perry was traumatised by events at home and was at risk from a possible paedophile. Perry did not seem to be in shock and he had to agree that he showed no signs of being abused.

"I think we'll all go down to the station," he said, "We'll sort it out there."

"I'm not going anywhere," Perry said firmly, "You'll have to dress me and drag me out."

"And me," Steve said standing between the sergeant and Perry.

Rob and Billy moved to surround Perry without saying a word.

"Tell your boys that they are not helping, please Mr. Watkins," the sergeant asked trying not to sound desperate.

"They know I'll punish them for their rudeness and disobedience," David replied, "They can expect the cane for this. What do you suggest I say?"

"I'm not sure that a cane is legal," the police sergeant said, realising as he spoke that he was undermining David's efforts to cooperate.

"Would you take Perry to the family home and speak with his father?" Mr. Friday suggested, "The mother would appear to have transferred complete parental control to him by absenting herself."

"I'm not going anywhere," Perry repeated, just as firmly.

The police sergeant was at a complete loss. He knew of the gossip about David and the boys but gossip was not evidence. The boys were naked, but they were beside a swimming pool and skinny dipping was not illegal. Two of the boys had obviously been shaved from neck to feet but two weren't. One of the shaved ones looked to be over eighteen and the other one seemed to be spoiling for an argument. He could arrest David for threatening assault with a weapon but the boys had ignored his threat to cane them. He could arrest the boys for obstruction but since they were supposed victims he could end up looking pretty stupid if he dragged them off naked, to the police station.

His instinct told him that there was something going on involving under age boys but it would be almost impossible to prove. He knew Mr. Friday's reputation as a clever lawyer who would pick on the slightest mistake in their investigation.

"Very well," he said at last, "I'll contact your father. If he gives his consent for you to be here then there's nothing more I can do."

As he left he did consider one last option and that was to arrest Mrs Miles for wasting police time. She had misled them into thinking that Perry was in her care but she could claim she was confused because of stress. Unless one of the boys came forward to make a complaint any further investigation would be pointless.

Mr. Friday summed it up. "The police have arrest records and performance targets to worry about. Without the boy's cooperation they'd have to do a lot of work with no guarantee of success or points on their files."

Mr. Friday declined to stay to lunch and when he left Billy took the chance to see if the Toyota was still there. After getting David's permission he told Rob to put on a pair of shorts while he prepared some sandwiches and a pot of tea. Rob carried the tray and followed as he politely tapped on the car window to offer Mrs Miles and her sister refreshments.

He was grinning broadly when he returned with the untouched tray. Neither of the women would say anything to his face and tried to politely refuse while claiming they had just stopped for a few minutes in case Perry wanted to speak with them. They drove off as soon as Billy headed back to the house.

David had gone to his office for a few minutes and when he returned he found the boys, including Perry, lined up, hands behind their heads and feet apart.

"You said that you were going to cane us for our rudeness," Billy explained, "We're ready for our punishment."

"I'm afraid that if anyone did anything wrong then it was me," David said, "I sat on the fence and let you handle the police alone. It's not usually my style but I was thinking about what Mr. Friday had said. If you're determined enough then the police can't do much."

"That's what Billy told us, sir," Perry said, "I understand now but at the time you sounded like my Dad."

"Steve, go and fetch the cane from the library," David commanded

All the boys looked worried as he ordered Steve to bend over and grab his ankles. David swung his arm back and swung. Steve heard the swish through the air, felt a thud that pushed him forward then felt the red hot pain sear through his backside. He yelled, unable to help himself then braced himself for another blow.

Instead David said, "I'm willing to beat any of you when you deserve it, and sometimes when you don't. Steve's into all of this so I used him to make my point. Before you make your promises tonight be sure you know what you want. I'm very pleased with the way this week has gone and I'm proud of all of you for standing up for each other. OK Steve, you can get back into line."

"Please sir," Billy said stepping forward and bending over. "I just want you to know that you don't have to keep reminding me. When can we start building the dungeon?"

Before David could answer, Perry stepped forward and bent over beside Billy.

"I know the deal, sir and I'm willing to keep to it," he said.

Feeling awkward about not joining his friends, Rob stepped forward.

"Stand up, Rob," Steve said, "You're not into this stuff and he's your lover, not your master."

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