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When You're At The Bottom

Chapter 1

The colour drained from his face as Timmy opened the door.

"Hello Timmy," the policeman smiled, "it's a long time since you've been round. David misses you badly."

"Hello," Timmy replied nervously looking for any threat in the constable's manner.

"Look, I know David can be a handful and I understand that having a twelve year old hanging around isn't cool but did you have to drop him so completely for this trash?"

"Er… yes I mean… no," Timmy stammered, "I miss him too… I mean…"

"OK! We can talk about this later but I'm here about a wrongful enslavement case. Are you involved?"

Defeated, Timmy nodded, stepping back to allow the policeman to enter. They entered the kitchen. The policeman stopped and stared at the scene.

Two youths a couple of years older than Timmy's seventeen summers sat facing each other across the table. They were completely naked, their ankles and knees manacled to sturdy upright chairs with a chain across their laps secured to the rear chair legs. The table was festooned with playing cards and poker chips.

The tableau seemed frozen in time until one of the youths found his voice.

"Fuck. The filth. That's it all bets are off."

Still no one moved.

"Get us the fuck out of this, will you. Don't just fucking stand there," he yelled.

The policeman searched through his equipment before standing behind the youth and pinching his nose. As he opened his mouth to breathe he found a gag rammed into it, quickly fastened behind his head.

"I don't have to listen to that sort of language," the policeman said before moving to the other captive and gagging him as well. He then handcuffed their hands behind the chairs.

The policeman turned back to Timmy, "How on earth did you manage to capture them like that?"

"Er… umm… they asked me to," Timmy replied.

"They asked you to?" the constable asked, "Did they ask you to enslave them as well?"

Timmy nodded. The constable turned to the captives.

"Technically you are enslaved," he said, "I need to speak to the free citizens involved first then see what you have to say. If you interrupt or disturb me in any way then I can use the prod or whip on you. You're trouble and even if I do have to release you later I'd like to have a go at you so feel free to give me an excuse."

He turned to Timmy, "Show me the living room."

Again he paused looking around in surprise, "It wasn't this tidy the last time we searched the place."

A thought struck him, "Do you tidy for them?"

Timmy nodded

"Do they make you?"

Again Timmy nodded.

"Anything to do with David?"

Timmy burst into tears and would have collapsed to the floor if the policeman had not grabbed him.

The policeman guided Timmy to the settee and settled them both down.

"OK, I'll tell you what I know," he said, "You and David were great friends. He loves you. Because of you his school work was improving, he was happy and he enjoyed the sex you had."

He felt Timmy tense up.

"It's OK," he continued, "From what Timmy said, you were kind, gentle and patient. It's why he loved you."

"You don't mind?" Timmy asked.

"Glenda and I were a bit surprised that he had made some very grown up decisions and we're not happy about him being gay. However, it was obvious what he wanted and he's been able to talk to me since it all came out so I can keep an eye on how things develop."

"What about the law?" Timmy asked.

"The law is surprisingly sensible. When the Age of Consent was raised to twenty five to tie in with the YPS schemes, the courts had to take the person's maturity into account. The media focussed on the fact that young adults were losing their freedoms. They missed out on the maturity of the minor being a factor."

He paused, "It was lucky really. The law didn't mention a lower limit in the act and again the media seemed to assume that anyone under about eighteen would be considered too immature to decide who to have sex with."

Timmy nodded.

"Now David said something about those two catching you up to something. Is that where all this started."

Timmy shuddered but it was a sigh of relief as he realised that all those weeks of fear were over. He began his story.

Timmy and David had been caught in a copse of trees in a local park. Craig and Mark, the two older boys had noticed them looking guiltily around before going among the trees and stealthily followed. If they had not been looking they would not have found the two boys but they were quiet and got pictures before Timmy noticed them.

Mark and Craig went with the general thinking, believing the law was on their side. They let Timmy and David go on their way but found Timmy the next day. He was given a choice. He could stop seeing David and avoid his policeman father or he would get copies of the pictures. The two bullies were a little wary of the police and wanted to keep Timmy away from them.

Mark was sly rather than intelligent, able to manipulate people. He was also a bully enjoying the power he had over them. He knew that he could push Timmy too quickly, forcing him to take his chances with the police and so he had spent the last few weeks slowly strengthening his hold over Timmy. The photos were enough to make Timmy their virtual slave, at least, indoors. He cleaned and cooked for them. By now the first thing he did was strip naked and fit a heavy chain around his neck.

It was still in private but they had pictures of him doing the housework and video clips of him giving blow jobs. His face was always clear but the other person's face was always hidden.

Mark and Craig were drug dealers. They restricted their own use to a little weed and a few body building steroids but saw the dealing as easy work. Even the steroids were seen as a way of avoiding working out too hard.

As the constable listened to Timmy's story he could see that the next stage would have been to get Timmy hooked on something. Then he would have been theirs for good.

"It's a pity that you didn't come to me," the constable said, "I could have done something."

"I couldn't risk it," Timmy sobbed, "They kept saying that David would go into care and you could lose your job for allowing it to happen."

The constable nodded grimly.

"I know your parents," he said, "They wouldn't have been very helpful, would they?"

"No," Timmy replied, "They think gays should be castrated. I think that they'd enslave me and do it if they found out."

"OK so what happened here?" the policeman asked, "How did they get chained up?"

Timmy was still upset so he was confused and muddled as he told the story. As the constable sorted the details out. It seemed that it started the previous night.

***

Mark and Craig had planned on going to the gym. As usual they had taken some uppers to sharpen themselves up but then got a call from a customer. They waited for him and he was delayed. Once the addict had finally arrived then happily left with his supply they took more uppers to get them back on top.

By the time they returned, they were thoroughly pumped up with testosterone. So far, there was nothing that they couldn't slept off but they chose to spend the night on the booze.

As he listened the constable wondered what had happened. Had they taken just a little bit more of the drugs than they were used to? Was it, illicit stuff not as pure as they thought or was it just a particular combination? Whatever it was they stayed in a hormone induced state of competitiveness. Just before Timmy had been allowed to go home for the night their conversation had turned to slave owning and being a slave.

Of course Mark and Craig would never submit to to being a slave. Only hopeless little wimps like Timmy would do that.

"You'd have to try it to be sure," Timmy said as he left. He was bitter enough to have real emotion in his voice which the others had treated as a challenge.

Timmy did not think much about the conversation until he reported to them the next day. They were sat in the living room watching him as he began to strip.

"Stay dressed," Mark snapped, "You're a bright little shit. Get on the computer and arrange enslavement papers for us."

Understandably Timmy was confused.

"Who's being enslaved?" he asked.

"One of us, you dumb shit," Craig exclaimed, "Mark just told you."

"OK maybe I am being dumb," Timmy said, "If I don't know why then one of you could be wrongly enslaved for life."

Timmy could see that they were still high and not thinking straight. He saw a possible escape route but he would lose everything if they got suspicious.

"Watch your mouth, shitface," Mark snarled, "We've still got those pictures."

"Easy Mark," Craig said, "He's got a point."

He turned to Timmy and in a surprisingly gentle voice he continued, "We've made a sort of double bet. We'll have some sort of contest and the loser is enslaved for three months. The second part of the bet is that the loser doesn't get broken in that time. If he does then he stays enslaved for life. If he doesn't then we swap roles.

"So the contest is a bit like flipping a coin to see goes first," Timmy said brightly.

Mark and Craig glared at him until Craig mumbled, "Yeah just like that. You've got the idea, kid."

"Whoever loses the contest will be at a disadvantage so it's got to be fair. Something you're equally good or bad at."

"What you got in mind?" Craig asked.

"Poker," Timmy answered.

"Poker?" Mark exclaimed, "We want to do something at the gym."

"And you want enslavement papers floating around in public do you?"

Again their doped up brains took time to understand Timmy's point. He grinned as they both began nodding as if they'd made a profound discovery.

"You got brains kid," Craig smiled, "Fetch us a can. You can have one as well."

Timmy sighed with relief as he fetched the beer. He had a vague idea of what he was going to do but he did not want them sobering up and realising what they were getting into.

"Anything else?" Mark asked.

"When do you want to commit yourselves," he asked.

He was rewarded with blank stares.

"OK," he tried again, "You think poker's a bit soft for your contest. How about giving it an edge?"

Mark and Craig were hooked.

"How?" they asked in unison.

"Sign the papers before you play and be manacled in place. That way you'll be committed and can't back out."

There was a silence as the young men digested Timmy's ideas.

"I'm not going to trust you like that," Mark snapped, "You're taking us for fools."

"No I'm not," Timmy replied as confidently as he could, "You'll still have the pictures. Are you saying that I could torture you into giving them up?"

They were still high on testosterone. Drink was still suppressing their caution so neither one spoke, unwilling to admit defeat.

"Just read the papers thoroughly before you sign them," Timmy said, "I know what you'd do to me if I tried to trick you."

"Too fucking right," Craig yelled angrily, "You'd better not try anything."

He paused, vaguely aware that he had committed himself.

Mark also knew that he could not back out without losing a lot of face.

"What do we do now?" Mark asked.

Timmy was sure that were trapped by their own mindsets.

"I need some cash," he answered, "When I get back you can help me set things up."

"Fuck you," Craig snarled, "I'm going to get some sleep. We've got the pictures so you can pay and get set up."

Mark nodded in agreement, "Don't push it, mate. You're still ours until we give you those pictures back. Do a good job though and we'll give you some when this is over."

Timmy nodded as if in agreement. He knew he would get nothing but there was no point in making an issue of it especially at the moment. He had also made a mistake. He hoped that they would not sleep off too much of the drugs and booze.

Timmy worked hard and as quickly as possible, preparing strong coffee just before he woke them. Mark and Craig stumbled from their rooms to stare at the kitchen. Cards and chips were neatly laid out on the table with the chains and padlocks ready on the side.

"You'll be in those chairs for some time so if you want to make good use of the bathroom then there's no hurry," Timmy said, "I've made coffee to wake you up but you'd better not take anything else."

Both the older boys were planning their revenge on Timmy when things were back to normal. He'd lost too much respect for them. They both looked at each other hoping the other would back out but luckily, there was still too much testosterone being generated in their bodies and it was controlling their manly pride.

Whatever they felt they took Timmy's hint and made sure that they were thoroughly clean inside and out. One by one they completed their ablutions and returned to the kitchen.

Looking at their eyes, Timmy was sure that they had both taken something, probably just out of defiance to him. That was good. All he had to do was make them a little impatient and a little edgy before they looked at the forms.

"So what now?" Mark asked angrily, "You're playing games and I don't like it."

"No. At least I don't mean to," Timmy answered, "You won't want to do the next thing I was going to suggest then?"

"What's that?" Craig asked.

"Nothing," Timmy answered backing nervously away, "It's probably too much for you anyway."

"How would you like another head in sink session?" Mark asked, "I like half drowning you. What do you want us to do?"

"Get naked," Timmy replied, "When it's over the loser will be secured, enslaved and at his master's mercy."

Again Mark and Craig waited for the other to refuse. Each one could imagine the taunts that he was chicken or ashamed of his dick if he bailed out. The waiting increased the tension. Craig gave in first and removed his shirt. It was all Mark needed and stripped as well.

Despite the steroids and workouts the two young men not particularly developed. They sometimes competed but neither of them liked working out enough too put their hearts into it. Timmy liked what he saw though. Their stomachs were lightly ribbed with a clear six pack, their pecs were just as lightly defined but visible. All their muscle groups were the same. Their uncut cocks looked small hiding in thick bushes of pubic hair though Mark's balls looked impressively large and low.

Timmy produced the enslavement forms. This was the critical moment. If they read them carefully they would realise that they were enslaving themselves to Timmy for life. The only opt out was Timmy's right to revoke the enslavement during the first four months. After that it would need court approval to free them.

It was on the first page and Craig angrily pointed it out.

"We said three months," he snapped angrily

"That's right," Timmy explained, "A three month revocation is cutting things too fine. If we got mixed up or delayed then the loser would stay enslaved for life."

Craig nodded, satisfied as he picked up a pen, glancing at Mark.

"He's expecting us to check so I don't reckon he's pulled anything. Let's do it or do you want to back out?"

Mark desperately wanted to back out but he could not give in before Craig. He grabbed a pen and signed the bottom of his three pages. Craig sighed unhappily. His last chance had gone. He signed as well.

They both looked at Timmy.

"OK. If you'd like to sit down and position the chair so that you're comfortable. Once you start the only way you can leave the chair is if you've won. If you ask to leave before then you're disqualified and it'll be up to your new master."

Mark and Craig complied, becoming more nervous as Timmy fitted the chains. Mark nearly gave in but it was too late.

"You're committed now," Timmy said, "The only way you can leave this table as a free man is to win the game."

He looked pointedly at the pack of cards, "I think you cut for first deal, don't you. Aces high."

Craig conceded that Timmy had been right about one thing. He was tense and scared as if this was a fight for his life. His hand shook slightly as he cut the pack and picked his card. It was a bad start; the two of clubs.

Timmy waited until they were engrossed in the hand then slipped away to scan the forms in. He breathed a sigh of relief thinking that he had the situation under control when the computer flashed a query. Why were two flatmates enslaving themselves for a bet?

The matter was passed to Constable John Adams. It was not urgent so it was nearly an hour before he arrived.

***

"So they ordered you to prepare the contest?" John asked.

"Yes sir," Timmy replied, "I didn't understand what they wanted at first."

"That's a nice computer set up they've got," John said, "Where does it come from?"

"One of their customers, I think. They swap stuff for drugs."

"OK. I need to see the pictures," John saw Timmy's scared look, "Don't worry. I'll not hold them against you. I bet they look as if you're enjoying yourself. Cameras can lie you know."

Timmy smiled his thanks.

"They've got another machine somewhere but they let me use this one. Here you are."

Timmy was scared as John's face darkened in an angry scowl then he took his notebook out as he read some other files."

John leapt up, heading for the kitchen.

"You should have been more careful with that computer," he said to them, "I'm investigating you two for drug dealing, child porn, blackmail, extortion and false enslavement."

"At the moment Timmy here is your master and not only owns you but everything else you owned. If he gives permission I can ransack this place looking for evidence then take you in for questioning. As slaves I can use electricity and drugs. You will talk."

John paused looking at the fear building up in Craig and Mark's eyes, "Afterwards if Timmy frees you then I can arrest you. You'll stand trial and face hard labour. That means you'll be worked to death in about six months."

John relaxed and grinned, "You wanted to prove how tough you could be as slaves. Now you'll really be able to prove it. There is a softer option though."

John paused again, making sure that Craig and Mark were ready to listen, "Full disclosure of your criminal activities and we revise your papers to a minimum five years enslavement with release after that at your Master's discretion."

He turned to Timmy, "This place is yours. I suggest you let us search it for illegal goods. That's for your own protection and I'd like to question them of course but then they're yours."

Timmy looked puzzled.

"I thought you'd read the forms," John said.

"Not really. I checked the bits about enslavement periods and how to release them. The rest didn't seem relevant."

"So what were your plans?"

"I dunno. I'd got them under control and I was going to try and get the pictures back. I'd been concentrating on the enslavement. I hadn't time to plan ahead."

"Go home for now. I'll have a word with David tonight. Can you go away for a few days?"

"Yes, I can visit my grandparents. Why?"

"You know from your history classes that as slavery took away a person's rights so civil liberties for free citizens became more of an issue. There's all sorts of checks and balances to protect citizens. You came across one when this enslavement was flagged."

Timmy grinned sheepishly as he nodded.

"Those rights apply to search warrants, entrapment, everything but we have a unique situation here. Although this is now your property, if we come charging in we can't be accused of invading your private space. If we keep it quiet enough who knows who may come knocking at the door: the same with their phones and emails.

"If you're out of town you can't be associated with it."

Timmy nodded again, this time, in understanding. He looked towards Mark and Craig. The cards from the unfinished game were still spread on the table between them.

"I guess I'm not scared of you any more," he said, "Maybe be I should have the joker card tattooed to your chests."

"Could I do that?" he asked John.

"They're yours. You can do anything you like to them."

***

It was about a week later that Timmy met up with Constable John Adams again. Rather than an interview room, John had taken Timmy to the canteen.

"How was your break?" John asked.

"OK. Well pretty good actually," Timmy replied, "I told Granddad Philips, that's Mum's father, that I was gay and I told him about David. He was pretty good about it so I told him the rest."

Timmy paused thinking, "You know, he seemed pretty impressed that I'd got myself out of it all."

"Anything else?" John asked.

"He's talking about giving up the house and the business. It's getting a bit much for him. We started talking about me taking it on. He seemed to think that I could turn it around with a couple of slaves as extra hands."

"And as a family business the labour laws are easier."

Timmy nodded, "I don't know if I want to do it though. I'd have to borrow a lot of money and I'd be working for the bank for six months of the year. I need to win the lottery."

"I think you have," John said.

As Timmy looked at him, puzzled, John continued, "That customer who delayed them the other night, did you see the deal?"

Timmy shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"They were drug dealers but they were much further up the chain. He wasn't a customer he was one of their heavies. He was being sent to beat up a small time dealer who was late paying up. We rounded up half a dozen others like him before word got out. Mark and Craig had a hold on all of them like they had on you but they also got well paid.

"Now since they were paid by Mark and Craig they are now your responsibility. They're in jail awaiting trial for a variety of charges. They all face enslavement and since you're classed as a victim they become your property."

Again Timmy looked puzzled.

"It's to do protecting business interests," John explained, "Say a top executive was convicted of fraud. He might have a lot of information that could be valuable to a competitor. His firm takes immediate possession of him and keeps him until his information is too old to be useful. Further down the line the slave might have valuable skills. The firm keeps those skills without being out of pocket. They save money on wages so they are expected to train up a free replacement. Do you get the general idea?"

"And I could sell them?" Timmy asked.

"Or use them in your grandfather's business."

"I see what you mean about winning the lottery," Timmy exclaimed.

"Apart from the apartment they've got two houses. A dozen or so bedrooms each and in their own grounds."

Timmy stared at him as he continued, "They used one of the houses for making child porn. There are slaves from six to twenty there. There were some free kids as well. I think that's where you were heading for, to be one of the adult actors.

"We've got accountants looking at it all and any money since their enslavement has to be impounded. If you accepted it then you would be living off the proceeds of drugs and porn. The money they made before their enslavement is yours. You've slipped through a crack in the law. You were not aware of their activities, you enslaved two nasty criminals so there's no way the state can make a claim against you. You're a multi-millionaire."

John paused, "They were pretty smart operators so how did you trick them. It's just curiosity. You can't get into trouble because we were nowhere close to catching them. We wouldn't want to spoil a good catch."

Timmy thought for a moment. "I think their real weakness was that they didn't like each other. They needed each other for work but they were together too much. I don't know how this slave thing started but once it started they didn't seem able to stop."

"So what are your plans?" John asked.

"I don't know," Timmy replied, "I might go back to Granddad Philips. My parents made it clear that they're ashamed of me. So I'm alone except for him."

"What about your other grandparents?"

"Grandmother Philips died five years ago. That's when he moved into his present house but it's too big for him. Dad's parents phoned me after I spoke to Mum and Dad. Let's just say that we won't be sending each other birthday cards any more."

"Does David figure in your planning?"

"I wish he could but all I can think of is leaving this town and never coming back. I'd love it if he wanted to visit and Granddad wants to meet him but that's all it could be, visits."

"Is that why you haven't seen him yet?"

"Yeah," Timmy replied, "I miss him terribly but I've spent all this time pushing him away, I don't know how to stop. Does that make sense?"

"You've had your emotions screwed up in knots," John said, "I don't understand how you feel but I do understand that you've got to sort it out."

"I'd like to take him with me but I know that's impossible."

"Why?"

"He's twelve so you'd never allow him to go away like that and besides, what about his schooling?"

"OK, We've finished with the flat so you can stay there while you're in town. Let me make some enquiries.

Timmy shook his head, "No, there's something else. I was virtually Mark and Craig's slave. I think I got to like it. I can't look after David if I'm that screwed up."

"I'd prefer it if David was starting to think about a girlfriend and my best hope is that he's experimenting and he'll settle down.," John said, "However, I've seen all sorts of people in my job so I take it you're not obsessed with a legal enslavement to him, are you? That would make everything too permanent."

"No. It's not that. I just got a nice safe feeling whenever someone else was in control."

"Let's get these papers signed. Then you can start getting your affairs in order."

That evening John sat his wife and David down so that they could talk.

"How much do you know about sex, David?" John asked, "I mean, do you know anything about the weirder stuff people do?"

"You mean stuff like whips and handcuffs?" David asked, "Why do you look nervous, Dad?"

"I shouldn't be discussing this with a boy as young as you," John explained, "I don't want to upset you."

"You're not," David said, "I know what sadism and masochism is all about as well."

"What about being a top or a sub?"

"Is this conversation really necessary?" John's wife asked.

"Yes Dear, it is," John replied, "How about it, David?"

"The top's the boss. The sub does as he's told," David answered.

"Timmy didn't realise it but Mark and Craig were grooming him. He's beginning to see himself as a sub or a slave. I don't mean a real slave, just that he's not the one to give orders."

"They screwed him up, you mean," David exclaimed.

John nodded, "He unhappy with himself and it's partly why he hasn't seen you yet."

"I thought he did the manipulating to trap them," John's wife interrupted, "You can't have it both ways."

"He was stronger than they realised and he hadn't been broken," John explained, "I'm sure that his main driving force was his desire to protect David. They still sapped his confidence and left him uncertain.

"Can I help him, Dad?" David asked.

"I don't know, son," John replied.

"Of course you can't," his wife interrupted again, "You're far too young to be involved in all this sort of stuff. The sooner you get him out of your system the better. There's Annie's birthday coming up. Why don't try to find a nice girl to spend time with."

"Cool," David exclaimed, "I could try on her dresses and underwear. It'll be fun."

"That's not what I meant," his mother said a little confused, "I meant find out what it's like to have a girlfriend."

"Oh you mean I should fuck her," David said brightly.

"NO! That isn't what I mean," she almost shouted, "Where do you get words like that from? I meant that you should…"

She trailed off unsure what she did mean. David was bright. He was also physically mature for his age. It was one reason that he had become attracted to Timmy who liked the energy that made David so easily bored in school and got him into trouble so often.

"David knows what you mean, Claire," John laughed, "He's winding you up. You do understand that people like to play games, don't you?"

David nodded glancing at his mother, "And Timmy may have found some new ones that we haven't played before."

"That's enough, young man," John snapped, though his eyes were laughing not angry, "You're not too old for a spanking."

"That's another game, isn't it?" David asked, "Can Timmy do it for you?"

"OK. You've made your point. You understand these things. Now calm down and listen."

John paused waiting for his son, "Timmy is going to stay with his Grandfather. He doesn't want to come back here. Do you want to go with him? Think about it very carefully before you decide. You can follow him later if you want more time to consider. If you do go with him you'll have to change schools for this term so it's a bit of a commitment. That's why you've got to think about it very carefully."

"What does Timmy want?" David asked.

"He wants you to go but he'll never ask," John said, "He'll try to stop you because…"

Because those creeps made him unhappy," David interrupted.

John nodded.

David frowned thoughtfully, "You're planning Abigail's wedding in the summer, you want time to look after Grandma and you don't like me making a noise while John's studying for his exams."

"Yes but this is your home. We love you. We're not asking you to go."

"I know you're not. I'm just saying it would help. You can't deny it, can you?"

"Of course we can," Claire sobbed, "We'll manage somehow."

John shook his head, "No Claire. He's right. Grandma's very ill and it's already a strain. It's not a reason for you to go though, David. It's what families do. We'll manage."

"It is a reason," David said, "It'll help Timmy if I go and it'll help you. If I stay, no one gains. Not even me. I'll still be unhappy."

"Promise me one thing," John said, "If you find yourself even more unhappy you tell us and we'll bring you home."

David nodded tearfully, rushing across to hug his father.

"I suppose we'd better start packing then," Claire said sadly accepting the situation.

"No mum," David exclaimed, "I'm just going to change then go to see Timmy. If I pack my school stuff can I stay the night, please?"

John nodded and David ran off.

He returned with a large backpack, wearing just a pair of shorts and sandals. Claire tried to protest but John put a hand on her arm.

"Explain," he said quietly.

"It's one of those games," David explained, "I've got nothing so I'll have to rely on Timmy."

"Maybe you should wear a chain round your neck so that you look like a slave," John laughed.

"That's a good idea, Dad," David replied seriously, "Have you got anything?"

"No, He hasn't," his mother exclaimed, "He can't go out like that, can he, John?"

"No but I'll take him. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready."

Claire gave into events, giving David a tearful farewell. David and John were quiet until they reached Timmy's basement flat.

"You're sure about this?" John asked, "You could get hurt."

"You mean I'll find out that he really doesn't want me and I'm just a silly little kid hanging around."

John nodded.

"At least I'll know. I'll feel even more stupid if I'm dressed like this, won't I?" David almost whispered.

"Not to me you won't," John answered, "To me you'll be a brave young man risking everything for love but maybe you shouldn't use the stuff I put in that bag."

Puzzled, David opened it, finding a length of chain, a padlock and handcuffs. He stared at his father.

"You can't be half hearted about this," John said, "I can take you to the door, naked and in chains like a real slave, you can put your school uniform on or you can come home. It's your last chance to decide what you want."

"You're trying to scare me into going home with you," David said, "I want to tell Timmy that I want to help him and not just hang around like a useless kid."

John had learned a long time ago that David made his own decisions.

"Lock that chain round your neck and slip your shorts off," he grinned, "One last try at scaring you. I'll take them and your sandals home with me."

"It doesn't work," David grinned back, "I've got my school uniform, remember?"

He was already naked and the chain was locked around his neck. He turned his back to John, wrists together ready to be handcuffed.

Timmy was startled at the sight that David presented to him as he opened the door.

"May I have a word with you inside please," John said.

Timmy nodded standing back to let them both in but John pressed on David's chest commanding him to stay.

Once inside John told Timmy about their discussions.

"He's doing this for you," John concluded, "If it's not right for you then by all means talk it over with him. Whatever you decide, don't be half-hearted about it either. You'll insult him if you are. Now, do you want me to take him home?"

"No," Timmy said, "Could you take him for a little drive or something. I'd like to decide how to handle him."

John grinned, "He can wait where he is. If I can make a suggestion?"

Timmy nodded.

"He may well be right and a little time as top might counteract the pressure you were under to become a bottom. I don't know. I suggest you simply take him up on his offer tonight and see how keen he is tomorrow night."

"And you wouldn't mind?"

John laughed, "Yes I do mind. It's all wrong but if he's experimenting then I'd prefer to know about it rather than have him sneaking off to some sleazebag."

Timmy nodded uncertainly, sure that he had been complimented but still not really believing that John was trusting him so much.

"Would you like a tea or coffee?" Timmy asked.

They sat back and chatted. At first it was about Timmy's plans for the future.

"Most of the boys at the house were wrongly enslaved," Timmy said, "I'm going to free them and look after them until I can find them good homes. Most will probably go back to their families."

"It's not that easy freeing slaves after the revocation period," John said, "If Mark and Craig were freed in the four months they would have recovered all their assets. These boys have got nothing."

"That's why I'll look after them," Timmy explained, "With the others, I'll still be taking on more than a dozen slaves. I'll have to sell some. Any that were properly enslaved will have to take their chances in the market."

"Fair enough," John said, "Any idea how many you'll keep.

"Grandfather Philips runs a builder's supply yard and a hire service. It's ticking over but it needs to expand. It's still cheaper to use machines on larger projects but small projects like home improvements would do better with slaves who can dig a ditch and mix the cement instead of underusing two hired machines."

"Is that the criteria for correct usage?" John asked.

"More or less," Timmy said, "There're grey areas but in general, slaves can't replace tradesmen or recognised unskilled jobs but if a road digger supervises three slaves then he's not being replaced. In other cases owners can make payments to pension and unemployment funds."

The conversation drifted on for a while until John was ready to go.

"I'd like to say goodbye to him but leave him there until you're ready."

"I'll not come to the door to give you some privacy," Timmy asked, "Would you send him in when you're done, please?"

John nodded and left. It was a few minutes before David nervously entered the room.

"Come here and turn round," David smiled.

He removed the hand cuffs then patted his lap for David to sit down.

"I appreciate the gesture," Timmy said still smiling, "But I need a friend more than I need a slave. I've also been thinking about things. Would you be worried if I treated real slaves badly?"

"Why?" David asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Instead of a car I was thinking of getting a rickshaw and modifying Mark and Craig."

"How?"

"Removing their vocal chords. If they can't speak, they can't manipulate anyone else. Having holes drilled through their wrists and sleepers fitted. Their hands will curl up round a hollow tube which can be slid over the cross bar of the rickshaw. Use the holes to bolt them into place. I'm also thinking of having their eardrums replaced by rubber grommets so that they're totally deaf. You can get tiny radios fitted. They'd only hear the commands I transmitted."

Chapter 2

David stared at him, "You wouldn't be able to sell them on, would you?"

"I might as a well trained rickshaw team but why should I?"

"I dunno really. I didn't think that you'd want to keep them."

Timmy took hold of David's young cocklet and stroked gently. David squirmed contentedly nuzzling Timmy's neck.

"I was putting off going to see your dad," Timmy said, "I thought you'd get into trouble but I knew that once they'd got me then they'd come after you. Either way I thought I was stuffed. I wanted to delay being properly enslaved for as long as possible and if your dad thought that you'd got over me then he wouldn't be so angry with you."

David tried to speak but Timmy gently touched his lips.

"Let me finish, please. Yes they were grinding me down a bit but I was waiting for a chance and when it came I took it. Every time I think about them I don't get scared, I get angry at what they tried to do to me. Maybe I'll stop being angry when I see them completely under my control."

"Sometimes you see slaves that been so badly whipped or something. Their backs look horrible, they've lost an eye or they've had their bits cut off," David said, "Don't do any of that please."

"So making them deaf and mute isn't as bad?" Timmy asked.

"Maybe it is but you're making sure that they're just slaves. I was thinking about the others."

Timmy nodded, "I'll see if Grandfather Philips wants a couple of girl slaves but I'll find you one about your age. I'll find a couple around my age or a bit younger to keep house."

"I don't want my own slave," David said, "Sometimes when I get hard it's difficult not to jerk off. If there was a slave around maybe I'd use him."

"You're getting hard now," Timmy said, "Do you want me to hurry up and finish you off?"

"No! It's nice sitting like this. We're talking and you don't make me feel like a child."

"And you were thinking of just dumping your sperm in some slave and forgetting about it."

"I see what you mean," David said thoughtfully, "But you wouldn't mind?"

"If either of us find we have problems then we talk them through. Deal?"

David nodded.

"Deal," he said.

"OK," Timmy said, "When we're alone in our bedroom how would you feel about being in charge?"

David looked at him, "It could be fun but not yet. It still feels funny when you talk about our bedroom. I've got to get used to that."

"We've both got a lot to get used to," Timmy said, "I'm ready for bed. I don't suppose you can take my cock up your arse yet can you?"

David smiled, "I've been practising. Dad even let me buy a dildo. He's been pretty cool about all this."

"OK slave. Supposing I lie back and let you do all the work.

David's smile turned into a grin which seemed to get wider as Timmy prepared for bed. He straddled Timmy's hips, eagerly finding his cock and stroking. It was simple urgent sex. As soon as Timmy's cock was hard hard enough, David began guiding it into his hole before lowering himself.

He grimaced with pain. He was not being stretched too much but he was filling himself from a different angle and he was not giving himself time to adjust. He pulled off slightly then lowered himself seeing a look of rapture cross Timmy's face.

David got the message and raised himself again before pushing down again. Timmy's cock seemed to grow inside him. Suddenly he tensed as waves of pleasure flooded through him and his own muscles contracted and convulsed so that he shot his own cream onto Timmy's face.

As his muscles contracted around Timmy's cock, so Timmy bucked in his turn, grabbing David's waist and pumped violently upwards.

It was all over in seconds. They had both experienced the most powerful orgasm's of their lives but it was over. Timmy looked at David worried that he had hurt him, while David just felt flat after the emotional roller-coaster he had experienced that evening. There was a nervous tension between them.

"Are you going to lick my face clean or are you going to fetch a flannel?" Timmy asked.

"Licking it up is gross," David exclaimed, shocked.

"I've got some in my mouth. It's not so bad. Go and get the flannel."

David relaxed. He had heard of eating cum and was naturally curious. Knowing he could stop if he wanted he leant forwards, feeling a little empty as Timmy's softening cock slid out. Cautiously he let his tongue explore Timmy's face. His cum not only tasted good but licking turned into kissing and he just seemed to sink onto Timmy's chest as if he belonged there. Timmy wrapped his arms around the boy and in seconds they were both asleep.

They woke the next morning, refreshed and alert. Timmy had forgotten to set the alarm but luckily they were early and David had plenty of time to get to school.

As they showered together they looked at their morning hard ons.

"Let's just jerk off," Timmy said, "If we try anything else we'll end up in back in bed and you'll be late for school."

David grinned and grabbed Timmy's cock. It was not what he meant but it felt good as he stooped a little to reach David's member. They both needed relief but there was an undefinable intimacy developing between them. They cummed together then smiled at each other happy in the knowledge that the other was content.

John could see a big difference when Timmy met up with him. He might have teased Timmy a bit but he remembered that Timmy's new partner was his twelve year old son.

"We're to offer you every assistance," John said, "The powers that be are delighted to have such a high profile success story. Even the idea that you'll free anyone wrongly enslaved adds to the feel good factor. Don't worry about being too tough on anyone who deserves it. Just punishment will add a nice balance to the story."

Timmy nodded, "Could I see the adults first, please?"

As overseers herded about a dozen men into the arena Timmy was not impressed with their looks. Some were fit while some were definitely flabby. Some of their bodies were covered with hair or tattoos. Their ages ranged from about twenty to about forty.

"I didn't think that over twenty fives could be enslaved," Timmy remarked looking at them.

"It's called adult restraint and the rules are a little different," John explained, "Whatever the legal niceties, these are the ones willing to take their chances with you and not risk the hard labour gangs."

Mark and Craig were brought in to stand beside them.

"Have they all got sentences for violence of some sort?" Timmy asked.

John nodded.

"David doesn't like the idea of slaves being badly mutilated," Timmy said, "He agrees with what I'm planning for Mark and Craig, though."

John looked quizzically at Timmy who described what he had told David the previous night. He spoke loud enough for all the prisoners to hear. Some watched him fearfully while Mark was trembling. No one dared speak as they glanced at the overseers and their prods.

"For the others I think ankle chains and collars will be enough. No, on second thoughts could you pair them off with chains between their collars. I phoned Grandfather Philips before I came out. He thinks that working in pairs would be most economic. Can you put them to work with the town gangs until I'm ready for them?"

"There might be problems with budgets," John said.

"I don't want paying," Timmy exclaimed, "It'll start toning them up and get them used to being slaves. If they earn an excess then put it to all my slaves keep."

"That'll work," John said, "Anything else?"

"If any play up then they can be muted and deafened. I'd like body hair removed and their tattoos covered. Maybe just in pink. It won't hide them completely but it won't look very aggressive.

John smiled his agreement.

"I like it. We'll be only too happy to show them off being punished like that," he said, "What about the children?"

"I don't know," Timmy replied, "Where are they?"

"In the remand centre," John answered, "They're treated better there. The other residents are being held for trial so they're entitled to some comforts."

"Most of the free kids have gone home. There's one or two left because their parents just aren't interested. One father said something about tainted goods and requested the girl's enslavement. I hope you don't mind but we've classed all non violent cases as children."

"That's fine," Timmy said, "Am I right in thinking that each child has a home report, a school report and a police report?"

"The school report's a bit out of date with the older ones but yes. Of course some have court records as well."

"I'm thinking of wrongful enslavements," Timmy said, "Or court convictions that seemed to be over the top. How about checking the reports and finding whether one is out of sync with the others?"

"We can set slaves onto that. We have ex white collar slaves who do clerical work for us," John said, "Anything else?"

"Grandfather Philips doesn't want a girl. He says that it would feel like replacing his wife so he wants a male body slave. Any girl not eligible for release can be sold on immediately. We need four or five house slaves. David said he didn't want a body slave but I think that a couple about his age would be an idea. And I'll pick the others."

"Does David need a body slave?" John asked.

"I'm thinking about his age," Timmy said, "I'm worried about him missing out a bit if he's with me all the time."

"Be careful," John laughed, "His mother tried getting him a girlfriend. She hasn't recovered yet. For your own sake, don't push him."

"I don't think I could push him into anything," Timmy laughed, "He has a mind of his own."

"That's why you get along. So do you. Anyway are you ready to get started?"

Soon Timmy found himself seated at a table between John and Mrs Arrowsmith, a formidable looking lady from Youth Protection Service.

"It's always us who get the blame for wrongful enslavements," she said, "A lot of my colleagues refuse to look at referrals like these. They think that they'll stir up more trouble."

"You don't think that way?" Timmy asked.

"No," she replied, "I've been briefed and I think it's wonderful that you'll free these children rather than make a profit selling them to a brothel."

"So what will happen to anyone we free?"

"My superiors are going to try and get their own publicity out of this. We're pointing out that our recommendations were ignored in many cases and we're being left to sort out the damage. It means I've got the backing to do whatever I think is right for them."

Timmy wanted the slaves sorted into three groups. Those that should be sold on, a group that he could select his household staff from and those eligible to be freed.

There had been nearly forty slaves at the house and Timmy insisted that they read each file carefully. Some were proper convictions with no reason to review the decision. Some reports agreed that the slave was violent or uncontrollable and they were all sold on. It took a day but they had whittled the cases down to a dozen cases needing further consideration.

They took a break when Mrs Arrowsmith's phone rang.

"My superiors have had a press conference," she said, "Your name came up. It was simply to thank you for the access you're allowing the authorities in sorting out a huge mess. Personally I don't think it's a serious breach because people will notice when you start handling slaves in public."

Timmy glanced at John.

"I agree," John said, "You've been made a Ward of Court until you're twenty five so you virtually have adult status. That'll be noticed as well."

"Yes but you wanted me out of the way so I wasn't connected with the arrests."

"That was the local gang. They all had a chance to fight the charges but the evidence was overwhelming. They'd go after Mark and Craig for storing the evidence before they went after you."

"OK. Were you hoping that I wouldn't notice Richard Wiley's case? He doesn't have anything to do with the house."

For once John looked uncomfortable but Mrs Arrowsmith interrupted, "It's a bad case. I was caught between asking you for help and getting to know you first. I promise you I would have explained everything when we discussed his case."

"OK. Let's do it now."

Richard was fourteen. He had been arrested for shoplifting and it was his third offence so he was enslaved. He was sullen when interviewed, refused to see a lawyer and admitted the offence. The judge was in a bad mood and refused to delay the case long enough to find out why his mother had not come to court to speak for him. He took it as a sign that she had given up on him as well.

Richard's mother had died that morning and he was in a state of shock. There had been a computer breakdown so the death had not been flagged on Richard's record. He had stolen a box of his mother's favourite chocolates.

"We managed to delay his sale on health grounds and we've given him counselling," Mrs Arrowsmith said, "We can't hold him much longer. The judge refuses an appeal because of his family life. His father's a drunk and petty criminal. His mother was the only stabilising force. The judges argument is that he'll do better with owners who can train him then apply for his release when he's able to look after himself."

"It sounds reasonable," John said, "There are provisions for it but in practice it's very difficult to enforce."

Timmy thought for a time.

"So you're asking me to consider him as one of my house slaves," Timmy finally said.

Mrs Arrowsmith nodded, "Off the record, Judge Dalton is a pig. It's not the first time he's behaved like this but he stays just inside the rules. If you become resident at your grandfather's place then you'll be in a different court jurisdiction. The case won't be automatically referred to Judge Dalton's office."

"Can I see him?" Timmy asked.

"You can but don't expect much."

Richard arrived a little later. He wore a slave collar but was not chained up. He was pale and he just looked dully at the three seated at the table. Physically, he showed little muscle definition while an average sized cock hung sadly in front of a small smooth ball sac.

Timmy immediately felt sorry for him. He pushed his chair back a little.

"Come round here," he commanded.

Richard obeyed showing little fear or anticipation. Timmy patted his lap.

"Come and sit here."

Again Richard showed no emotion as he obeyed.

"Your life's screwed up, isn't it," Timmy said.

This time Richard did react. Tears filled his eyes and he nodded.

"There's some things I can't change. Just answer me one question. Who would you want to be most proud of you. Your mother or your father?"

"Mum," Richard whispered, "She thought I could do so well but I just kept letting her down."

"But your father wanted you to be like him."

Richard nodded, "And like Uncle Terry's children."

"OK, you're going to become my slave. You'll have to work for me but we'll also think about school for you. If you do well and get enough qualifications to get a good job then I'll free you. Would that please your mother?"

He shrugged, "She wanted me to become an artist. Dad thought the only painting worth doing was decorating someone's rooms while I checked out the valuables."

Timmy grinned, "If I had a slave who was a famous artist would I get rich selling his work?"

Richard looked at him and the trace of a smile appeared on his face for the first time. He nodded.

"I'll give you a choice," Timmy said, "You can take your chances with me or you can try for a better owner at the sales."

Richard looked at him thoughtfully, "Can I come with you, please Master?"

Timmy looked at Mrs Arrowsmith, "How soon can I have the papers?"

"This afternoon. Are you sure?"

"Is there an art shop near here?" Timmy asked.

"Yes, in Driver Street."

"OK, I'll give you some money. Will you send him round so that he can get what he needs."

"He'll need a guard," Mrs Arrowsmith said, "There might not be one available."

"He's a slave not a prisoner," Timmy said, "I'd like him to go alone and he can take as long as he likes. Let's see how he does."

Richard started trembling.

"Please Master," he stammered, "If I meet my family they'll take the money and you'll think I'm a thief."

"OK. We'll go together and you don't have to afraid of anyone else. You can still take your time and choose what you want. "

"Please Master, I can manage with some paper and a pencil. You don't have to go to all that trouble for me."

"Stand up and bend over my lap," Timmy snapped.

Startled but accepting that his moment of hope had gone, Richard obeyed. Timmy delivered two resounding slaps to his arse cheeks. They were noisy rather than painful but they had enough sting for Richard to know that he had been punished.

Tearfully he stood to face Timmy.

"You do not question my orders," Timmy said, "I told you to choose what you want, not what you can manage with. Is there a reason why you can't obey me?"

Richard suddenly collapsed back on Timmy's lap burying his head in his master's neck as floods of tears convulsed his body. Timmy looked helplessly at Mrs Arrowsmith.

"It was unusual but you've got through to him," she said, "Let's finish until tomorrow. I'll sort his paperwork out and you can assume that he's yours from now."

"I see why my son loves you," John said. "Look after him."

Timmy sat quietly until Richard sobbed himself into silence.

"I'm sorry, Master," Richard whispered, "Dad's right. I'm a useless baby. I'll go back now if you like."

"You're forgetting your orders again," Timmy said gently.

Richard stared at him, "Supposing I'm no good like I'm no good at anything else."

"Then we'll know," Timmy said, "And we'll find out what you are good at."

Richard smiled.

"When you're ready, stand up. From that moment you're my slave. I will punish you hard if you slip up."

Immediately after he had spoken Timmy wondered whether he had made a mistake. He had inadvertently given Richard permission to sit there for the rest of the day. Instead, Richard stood up to stand facing Timmy, hands behind his head and feet spread. Timmy reached out fondling the young slave's balls who obediently thrust his hips forward to assist his master.

"First stop is the shop here," Timmy said, "I need to order some slave stuff but I can collect it with the other slaves. For today I want to fit you with a dildo, one of those with a tail that'll hang between your legs. I know it'll be humiliating when we go out but I don't want anyone to doubt that you're just property. I want you to remember it as well."

"Yes Master," Richard said resignedly, "I understand."

"One last thing," Timmy added, "We're moving to my grandfather's place in a few days. You'll be running behind my rickshaw so you should only take home today what you you'll be able to carry then. The rest will be collected with the other supplies and we'll set you up properly there. Do you understand?"

"But I should still tell you what I want, Master?" Richard asked.

Timmy nodded.

The shopping trip went much as Timmy planned except once in the art shop, Richard's eyes lit up and he forgot the tail hanging from his arse, forgot that he was naked except for a collar and forgot that Timmy was his master. He dragged Timmy around explaining everything from how the hardness of pencils produced different effects to why the best brushes were made of sable to why the the most expensive easel was more robust and would last longer.

If it was not for his obvious enthusiasm for the subject he would have been beaten and thrown out by the staff. Fortunately they followed Timmy's lead and allowed him his fun.

"Settle down now, boy," Timmy ordered as he paid for the goods, "The only reason you're not heading for the public whipping post is because you know your subject."

"I'm sorry if I misbehaved, Master," Richard replied, "I just got excited."

"I hope you get as excited when you're on cleaning duties," Timmy growled though there was laughter in his eyes.

"I'll try, Master," Richard replied seriously.

As Timmy led the way out of the shop, Richard dutifully followed carrying a large sketch pad and a box of pencils. Richard was a little frightened of Timmy. He had avoided serious punishment so far but he had little doubt that he had to live up to his master's expectations.

He could not avoid being scarlet with embarrassment at being naked in the street with the tail drawing attention him as well as his cock and balls. He could walk proudly behind his master, trying to be on his best behaviour. His master had not said anything about freeing him. In fact he said something about selling his art so it looked as if he would be a slave for the rest of his life. It should have depressed him but instead he could not help thinking that life with Timmy as his master could be very interesting.

Timmy intended to meet David from school and take him shopping for clothes. He could have collected some from his parents but Timmy was enjoying himself. He had not even begun to think what he wanted for himself but Richard's shopping had been fun and hopefully so would David's.

Timmy sensed rather than heard Richard whimpering. The slave was trying to behave but as he approached the school he was becoming increasingly frightened.

"It's your old school, isn't it," Timmy said.

Richard nodded, "My friends might see me, Master."

"Yes they might," Timmy said, "And a lot will laugh at you. If you have any real friends who want to speak with you then you can talk to them."

"Richard nodded, "Yes Master, it'll be horrible having them laugh at me."

"Stand proud and don't try to hide," Timmy said, "I've already said that you can talk to your real friends but look to me for permission before you do anything else."

"Yes Master," Richard replied nervously.

David came out chatting to some of his friends. His face lit up as he saw Timmy and hurried across. He looked curiously at Richard.

"The first of our house slaves," Timmy explained, "How would you like to get some new clothes?"

David nodded enthusiastically. The trip was already going to be different to when he went with his parents. Timmy turned as Richard yelped. A boy had crept up behind and yanked the dildo half out of the slave.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Timmy yelled.

"Nothing," the boy replied sullenly, "The creep used to to be in my class."

"He's my slave and not a creep," Timmy replied still angry, "He was behaving properly and you did not have permission to handle him. If anyone's a creep it's you because if you misuse my property you're insulting me."

"Still causing trouble, Wiley?" a new voice asked. It was a teacher from the school. Timmy remembered being in his classes. The man was a mealy mouthed bully.

He turned to Tim, "I hope your father gives him a good whipping. It's all the likes of him understand."

"It's all the likes of you understand," Timmy exclaimed angrily, "Richard was behaving himself and concentrating on my needs. I'll reward him for still doing it despite the bullying you encourage, Harrison."

"I encourage boys to stand up for themselves," Mr. Harrison said, "There's no place for the weak in real life and you address me as Mr. Harrison. You're not too old for your father to strap you for insolence."

Timmy grinned, "Actually, legally I am too old. I'm also old enough to warn you that if I find signs of excessive punishments on my ward or hear of any unfair ones then I'll sue the pants off of you and the school. That goes for his friends and the friends of my slave as well."

Timmy turned on his heel and strode off leaving a startled David and Richard to follow as best they could. Richard remembered his position and took David's bag as David caught up with his partner.

"Ward?" he queried.

"I was angry and thinking on my feet," Timmy explained. He relaxed and slowed his pace, glancing round to check on Richard. The slave looked back at him, awestruck.

No one had ever defended Richard before especially to someone like Mr. Harrison. Suddenly the idea of being Timmy's slave really was something to be proud of.

They entered the shopping mall. David looked wistfully at a shop full of expensive designer clothes that his parents considered over-priced. Timmy caught his look and led them across. David hesitated.

"Can I just get some shorts and t-shirts today?" he asked.

"If that's what you want," Timmy answered, "You'd look good in some of this."

"I guess I've been thinking of what we are," David replied, "It felt kind of sexy being your slave…"

He glanced at Timmy, "Or rather, it's nice with you in control… that's not right either but I like you telling me what to do."

David seemed to tremble briefly but then he added, "Kinky, isn't it?"

"I can do kinky," Timmy laughed, "Maybe I should enslave you and have you walk beside Richard."

David frowned, "Only if the contract has a clause saying that you can only send me back to my parents when you get fed up with me."

Timmy stared at him.

"Careful what you ask for," he said.

David grinned, "Maybe but we've got to make this work and I suppose I've got to do what you tell me. I'm going to start calling you Tim or Timothy. You should call us Davie and Richie."

"They call them dim-in-u-tives," he added carefully saying the word, "They're names for kids. You should sound like the adult."

Tim/Timmy nodded thoughtfully, impressed with Davie's thinking.

David/Davie was finding moving in with Timmy/Tim a little scary. It was what he wanted to do but he was only slowly coming to realise that Tim was not a substitute parent. Tim could decide that he was too much to handle and send him home but he could not stop being himself and pushing the boundaries. He was not even sure what the boundaries were.

It was not totally on a conscious level but by agreeing to be some sort of slave, he was not only supporting Tim as he originally planned, but allowing Tim a chance to define their relationship.

As with his point with names, he was going to contribute to how things developed but he was content for Tim to be charge. The previous night Tim had pushed his limits. Afterwards he had felt safe and wanted.

"The only thing I would like is a decent pair of trainers," Davie said, "Slaves go bare foot or wear sandals. Mum said that top of range ones were a waste of money. I'd ruin them or grow out of them too quickly.

"OK. Lead the the way," Tim exclaimed, "If you wear them out too quickly I can still enslave you."

Davie glanced at him and giggled, "Not even Mum went that far when I messed up new clothes."

They headed for the shop with Richard/Richie following dutifully behind. He had never seen a relationship like the one between Tim and Davie before. His own family seemed to prefer scoring points off of each other. He had friends but none were as close as his two masters. As he watched them, he felt jealous.

Davie was talking animatedly as they left the shop. He was delighted to have a couple of pairs of trainers that he wanted and not ones that were sensible. As they headed for the next shop to get the shorts and shirts, Richie noticed an old friend of his on a similar shopping expedition with his mother. The mother was distracted by some of the latest dresses for herself as without thinking Richie waved at his friend.

Also without thinking the friend came hurrying over. Tim saw what was happening and waited. Richie paled with fear, thinking about the amount of trouble they could be in.

"A friend of yours?" Tim asked.

"Yes Master," Richie replied.

Tim turned to the arrival holding out his hand.

"I'm Timmy… Tim Matheson," he said, "You know my slave."

The boy did not move and just glared at Tim.

"He shouldn't have been enslaved," he said, "It's not fair. That tails horrid. You're a pervert for making him wear it."

"Don't be so rude, Brian," his mother said. She had seen Brian approach Tim's group and hurried over, "I'm sorry but he was very upset about Rick's enslavement."

"He's right to be," Tim said, now offering his hand to the mother, "Tim Matheson."

"Clara Croyne," she said accepting it.

Tim turned back to Brian.

"I know the tail is humiliating," Tim explained, "Before anything else he's a slave. He has to accept it. When he's comfortable wearing it simply because it's his master's wishes then it'll be pointless making him wear it."

Brian frowned in puzzlement as he took in Tim's explanation.

When he was ready, Tim continued, "It seems to have another use. Other kids have used it to make fun of him. You seem to be a real friend, trying to defend him."

"However you put it, he shouldn't have been enslaved," Brian said, "It's still not fair."

"No it isn't but for now he's got to deal with it," Tim responded taking some money out of his wallet. "I was going to talk to Davie about things this evening. I'm Richie's master. We'll call Davie here his young master for now. He can give any order that does not conflict with my own. "I'll take Mrs Croyne over to those tables and we'll have a coffee. We can look after the bags. Davie's got some more shopping to do."

Tim paused, "My orders are that Richie must behave like a slave in public except that he can talk freely to his friends. If your mother agrees you can take him for a stroll on your own. Just remember, if he misbehaves he can be taken to the post for a public whipping."

Richie looked hopefully at the Croynes. Clara shrugged and nodded.

Tim was glad of a break. He chatted to Clara about the boys but it was as if she saw him as just another parent. The situation was unusual enough that they were both relieved that there had been no trouble. Davie had met up with the other two and Richie was carrying his bags as he should.

Brian stood in front of Tim

"I'm sorry I was rude earlier," he said holding out his hand. Tim accepted it before inviting him to sit. Davie sat down too leaving Richie to stand respectfully waiting for them.

Tim was glad to get home. Once indoors Davie stripped and stood beside Richie.

"Homework," Tim said firmly and Davie did not argue. Although Richie had received some training in domestic service, Tim prepared their food.

It was not practical for Tim to go back to school while he had so much to sort out so after they had eaten, with Tim and Davie sitting at the table and Richie standing, Tim sent both boys off to watch television while he caught up with some assignments he had been given.

It was the sort of quiet domestic night that they all needed. It was obvious that Richie and Davie were becoming friends. They lay on the floor in the living room together, watching television while Tim sat in kitchen.

Tim was a little relieved that, when he said that it was time for bed, Davie headed straight for the bedroom leaving Tim to follow after giving Richie his instructions.

They were both tired and lay with Davie cuddled up to Tim, content to chat quietly.

"Are we going to do sex stuff with Richie?" Davie asked.

"I've told him to bring us coffee tomorrow morning," Tim said, "We could give him a quick fuck. It's always a bit of a rush so we can't go slow and tender."

"But I could take your thing up my bum now and we could do it slowly and make sure we both enjoy it," Davie said.

"Do you want to?" Tim asked.

"No," Davie said, "Can I lay on your chest and rub?"

"Whatever you like," Tim replied as he rolled onto his back.

It was an important moment for Davie. He wanted to be filled with Tim's cock again and he was sure that Tim wanted to fill him just as much. However much he wanted Tim to be in overall charge he needed to feel that he shared their lovemaking. It would be the one thing that truly separated him from the slaves.

Tim sensed Davies uncertainty though he did not understand what it was and was content to allow Davie to work through things. His senses quickly switched to his own body.

Davie had done some research on the Internet after his homework. He found some lotion in the bathroom and spread it over their stomachs so as he lay on Tim's stomach and humped his hips their cocks slid easily against each other.

At first and like the previous night Tim was content to allow Davie to do all the work until Davie took his hands and rested them on his arse cheeks allowing Tim to explore between his legs.

Davie groaned as Tim pushed one of his fingers inside him. Almost immediately he bucked and Tim felt a warm liquid spread across his tummy. Tim felt the pressure building in his own balls and wrapped his arms around Davie, pulling him tight.

His own hips bucked rubbing his cock against the boy. And suddenly he was adding his own sperm to the mix spreading across their abdomens.

Tim relaxed and looked Davie who smiled.

"I love you," he said and promptly fell asleep.

Tim lay there thinking that maybe they should spend time making some foreplay and not rushing but drifted off to sleep while imagining how he could caress Davie's body with his tongue.

Although they were still in each other's arms they had rolled onto their sides when they were awoken the next morning. Richie stood nervously holding a tray with a cup of coffee for Tim and an orange juice for Davie.

"Morning Richie," Tim greeted the slave, "Is everything ready for your young master?"

"Yes Master," Richie replied, "I couldn't wash his school shirt in case it didn't dry in time but I've brushed his clothes. I've emptied his school bag. If he doesn't need them today I can wash his sport's stuff. If he tells me what he needs today, I can repack it while he eats. I'm afraid it's only cereal."

"Then that just leaves his morning woody," Tim said knowing that it would embarrass both boys, "You can deal with it while he showers. I'll beat both of you if he's late for school, though."

Tim managed to keep a straight face as both boys stared at him. Davie thought about their conversation from the previous night and decided that Tim was quite serious. He gulped down his juice and hurried for the bathroom.

Tim heard the shower running, a few groans then the crash and thunder of a twelve year old quietly getting ready for school.

When the front door slamming shut after Davie had leapt through it, Tim called Richie back into the bedroom.

"Everything OK?" Tim asked innocently.

"Yes Master," Richie replied.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes Master. I had the same as young master Davie as you ordered."

"So how did you empty his balls?"

"I just wanked him, Master."

"How about your balls?"

"Please Master, I'm sorry. I had one of those dreams last night."

"Lucky you," Tim smiled, "But I don't suppose you want to kneel across me and show me what you've got, do you?"

"Is it an order, Master?" Richie asked.

"It's an invitation, this time," Tim said, "Make sure you've got cum available in case your masters wants it. Understood?"

"Yes Master. I've got some now if you want it."

"In that case kneel across my stomach and jerk off."

Richie happily obeyed. He had known worse orders. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking. He took his time while Tim studied the silky smooth cock swell and lengthen impressively. It did not take long. Richie tensed and Tim watched the white jets shoot out.

"Not bad," Tim said, "Now lick it up and blow me."

"Richie looked aghast for a moment but clambered off Tim to obey. Everyone imagined that it was one big orgy at the slave centres. In fact the opposite was true. Many owners wanted virgins so unless special training was ordered new slaves were untouched.

Richie's experience was confined to some fumblings before he was enslaved and enemas. He cautiously licked up some of his cum, found it wasn't as bad as he expected and carefully licked the whole of Tim's chest. At least it helped delay his next task.

He gagged as he tried to take in the massive pole. At least it seemed massive to him. Following Tim's gentle suggestion he contented himself with taking the tip into his mouth and stroked with his hand.

Richie knew that Tim could ram his member in and suffocate him if he wanted to. He could be returned to the centre or just whipped for failing to please his Master. Instead, like Davie, Tim's patience encouraged him to explore his limits. Cautiously, half expecting Tim to angrily order him to do as he was told, he lifted his head then licked the tip of the cock.

Encouraged by Tim's delighted groans he ran his tongue down the length of the rampart pole then down onto his master's balls. Feeling more confident he took the cock in his mouth again going deeper than he believed possible and still able to bathe it with his tongue.

Still feeling that he was pleasing his master he began diving down on the rigid piece of flesh. As he felt Tim tense so his master grabbed the back of his head pushing it down as hot jism pumped into the back of his throat.

He choked, spluttered, gasped for air pushing himself up with all his strength. He swallowed as best he could while looking fearfully at his master.

"A bit of practice and you'll be a great cocksucker," Tim said when he had recovered, "That was something else."

He caught Richie's unhappy look and added, "Don't worry. It's not your only talent."

Richie grinned, relieved that his master was so happy.

Tim was happy too. He remained happy until he got to the centre and a worried Mrs Arrowsmith showed him a copy of a national paper. It carried a picture of him, an account of how he had trapped Mark and Craig plus details of his fortune.

"We'll try to find the leak of course," she said, "Nothing released affects ongoing inquiries and most of it is on public record if anyone knows where to look for it. It's your name that's the real breach."

"So I'm at risk from their gangster friends," Tim said worriedly.

"I doubt it," Mrs Arrowsmith replied, "John was concerned while their gang was being rounded up but if others come knocking at the door demanding their money back or something then they'll be drawing a lot of attention to themselves."

With Tim reassured they got to work. The day went well. It was Thursday and Tim would be able to move to Grandfather's on Saturday.

He collected Davie from school and they walked cheerfully home. Tim's happiness evaporated as Tim saw his father and older brother waiting for him outside his flat. His father was holding a sledge hammer.

Chapter 3

"Get rid of that whore," his father snapped, "Then tell the other one to let us in. If you'd been much longer I'd have dealt with him myself."

"If Richie has followed his orders then he's called the police," Tim said, "I suggest you put the hammer back in the car before they arrive."

"No. we'll go inside and you can call the police off," his father said, "We're family and look out for each other. You know that Frank needs a car and your mother wants a new kitchen. Once you're home we'll pay for treatment for you and then we'll be a proper family again."

"I'm not coming home," Tim said, "Once everything's settled I'm going to stay with Grandfather Philips."

His dad turned to Davie, "I thought I told you to fuck off."

"I'm sorry sir," Davie replied, "I'm not sure how to do that. Besides would it be legal out here in the street?"

For a moment Tim thought that his father would have a fit. His face turned purple and veins stood out on his temples.

"Easy Dad," Frank, Tim's brother said, "Timmy boy, just stop messing around and let us in. Let Dad sit down."

"I'm called Tim now," Tim said, "I'm not letting you in because he's still carrying that hammer. There's a police car coming so put it away."

"Just explain that it's a big mistake, Timmy boy." Frank said, "Say the front door's jammed or something."

He lowered his voice sounding more menacing, "You cause trouble and I've still got that strop in my bedroom."

A policeman approached Tim's father.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here, sir?" he asked.

"Trying to get hold of my son. He's wild and out of control," Tim's father replied pointing at Tim, "Timmy's weak and easily led."

The policeman turned to Tim, "Why don't you just go home, son? If you keep causing trouble I can put you over my knee and paddle you."

"I am home," Tim explained, "That's my flat. It was probably my slave that called you and this is my friend, Davie."

"Ward," Davie said firmly.

"Sorry, yes," Tim said.

"You see what I mean, officer," Tim's father called out, "Even a fuck toy can put words into his mouth."

The officer frowned.

"Are you suggesting an improper relationship, sir?"

"Of course it is," Tim's father snapped, "He's a fucking faggot."

"Easy on the language, sir," the constable said before turning to Davie, "What's your name, son?"

"Davie Adams. Do you know my father, Constable John Adams?"

"Yes of course," he turned to his rookie colleague, "You've met John. He was talking about his son and his partner."

He turned to Tim, "And you're Tim Matheson. For the record can I see some ID please?"

Tim obliged and the constable turned back to Tim's father.

"Mr. Matheson is under the court's protection, sir. He need not go with you if he doesn't want to. Trying to force him would be a contempt of court."

"But he's a faggot corrupting under age children and his grandfather is going to get all his money," Tim's father yelled, "I bet the court didn't know that."

"OK Davie, I'm going to call your father," the policeman said, "I could also arrest Tim here and make sure that he can never touch you again and I'll take you straight back to your parents. What would you like me to do?"

"Tell dad that I want to apply for voluntary enslavement," Davie replied, "Tell him that I love him and Mum but Tim's got enough to worry about. It'll be one less thing if everyone knows that he's in charge."

The policeman moved away and spoke into his radio before returning.

"Sorry about the delay," he said, "If you're willing David, I can issue a three day temporary order now. Usually they're given out to control unruly kids but John and I agree with you, Tim's position should be clarified."

He grinned, "I've never asked the subject of an order before but do you agree?"

"Yes," Davie stated firmly, clearly and without any hesitation.

The policeman turned to Tim's father. "So far as your other concern, you'll have to supply your evidence to the court. For now please leave the area and do not approach Tim Matheson or his slaves without his consent."

Tim knew that his father was not going to let matters drop but for now all he wanted to do was get inside.

When the police arrived, Richie had opened the door and was standing watching anxiously. As everyone left and Tim headed for the door he forgot himself and ran forward to hug his master.

"I was so scared," he sobbed, "He was yelling and screaming for me to let him in then he fetched that hammer and stood there. I thought he'd kill me. I called the police like you told me to."

"You did well," Tim said, "It brightened up your first day alone, didn't it?"

Richie grinned uncertainly, "I put the television on, Master. It was so quiet. I didn't watch it and got on with my work but it was a little bit of noise."

"I won't punish you for stealing my electricity," Tim smiled.

Richie briefly looked scared then took in Tim's smile, "I didn't think of that, Master. I won't do it again."

"You will because you now have permission," Tim said still smiling, "It's to be turned off if anyone else is here. What else happened today."

"Young Master Davie's mother called this afternoon," Richie said, "I let her in because she had clean clothes for him, Master. She went shopping and helped me prepare your dinner. I hope that was all right."

"It smells all right," Tim grinned, "You really have done well today."

Richie grinned contentedly.

"I'm going to offer you a job as a runner for my rickshaw," Tim said, "I've spoken to Grandfather Philips and he's agreed to let you have the old stable. If you accept you'll use it to house the rickshaw but there'll also be space for a studio. Your duties will be to maintain the rickshaw and act as runner when I take it out. In between you'll have time for your art."

Tim looked at Richie making sure he had his attention, "The downside is you'll be highly visible and you'll be a very visible part of my 'Punishment and Deterrence' scheme. I'll punish you very harshly for any bad behaviour and sometimes just so that there're visible marks for people to see. Think about it."

"If I don't do it I'll have house duties and less time for art. I won't have any real space will I?"

"It'll be harder to arrange," Tim said, "The YPS is working on your case. It's changed a lot in last couple of years but it still doesn't like someone like me saying I know better than the courts or your parents. It'll take its time and even then it was your third offence."

"Yes Master, I understand," Richie replied, "I'll be your runner and be proud to be on show for you."

"Let's eat," Tim said, "After, we'll do our school work and have an early night."

Richie insisted that he tidy the flat before before settling down for the night. Since he was still a little shaken he had been told to sleep with Tim and Davie. When he crept into the bedroom he was disappointed to find them asleep. He gently pulled the bed clothes over them, then reassured by their slow steady breathing lay down on the floor beside the bed. He'd been asleep for a couple of hours when Tim needed the toilet. He stumbled over Richie in the dark.

"Silly boy," Tim exclaimed, "Get into bed. I won't even punish you if you oversleep in the morning."

Richie did wake up in the morning. The routine was the same routine as the previous day except Richie accompanied Tim to the slave centre to learn how to look after the rickshaw. All was quiet until lunchtime when Tim received a phone call from a phone shop asking for his bank details.

Puzzled, Tim asked for further information.

"I have a James Matheson in the shop with an authority to use a Mr. Timmy Matheson's bank account. He also has the bank details and pin code."

"My accounts in that name were closed yesterday," Tim said, "I'm opening new ones in the name of Tim Matheson. I'm afraid I didn't issue any authority."

"We thought it was a bit odd," the manager said, "We'll call the police."

"Could you hold the line, please?" Tim asked. Turning to John he explained the situation. John agreed to accompany him and the manager agreed to wait until they arrived.

Frank was also in the manager's office when they arrived.

"There's no problem, Timmy boy," he said, "Just say it was a mistake and you gave Jimmy the wrong details."

"I didn't give Jimmy any details," Tim said, "Where did you them from Jimmy?"

Jimmy was thirteen years old and was scared knowing that he was caught in a feud between his two older brothers. He just stood looking between his two brothers.

"Don't worry, I can guess," Tim said, "If the manager agrees, I'll transfer the phone to my name. Again if the manager agrees we can settle everything here by giving Jimmy six strokes of the cane and having him enslaved to me on a three day ticket. You can work off the trouble you've caused."

Tim looked at Frank, "Of course if someone put you up to this then I wouldn't be so hard on you."

Jimmy looked hopefully at Frank who blushed but remained silent. He glanced out of the window at the rickshaw that John and Tim had arrived on. Tim was beginning to scare him and he remained silent.

Tim shrugged, "OK Jimmy, strip."

Jimmy stared horror-struck before, sobbing quietly, he obeyed.

"You've made your point," the Manager said, "I'll accept that he was coerced. I won't press for the caning."

"I can take him outside, then," Tim said, "He'll still be caned. It doesn't matter to me if it's in public."

"No, Use my office. Public canings unsettle customers."

"Bend over the desk, then Jimmy," Tim instructed, still hoping that Frank would come to Jimmy's rescue."

John handed Tim his cane. He got into position and landed the first stroke. Jimmy screamed, trying to stand up but Tim pushed him back down pressing him against his shoulder blades. For Jimmy it was his last chance of rescue. He lay there writhing against the pain but not resisting any more.

He still had a boy's body and it offered little protection to the pain but Tim had been careful. Although there were flecks of blood visible there was no penetrating damage. The welts would be visible for a long time but they would heal. Finally he was allowed to stand up. He hopped around, his hands rubbing his arse vainly trying to ease the pain but Tim seemed merciless.

"Pick up your clothes and take them out to my rickshaw," he commanded, "Richie knows where to stow them. Then you can wait for me beside my runner."

Jimmy stared helplessly at his brother wondering why he had turned on him so much. Even Frank looked a little shocked as Jimmy obeyed.

"OK Frank. If Constable Adams searches you, will he find another authorisation to pay for a car?"

Frank paled.

"No he wouldn't," he blustered.

"Then maybe you should explain why you're here," Tim said, "You weren't trying to use Jimmy to make me give in, or were you? Once I'd given in on something small you weren't going to try something big, were you?"

"No… Jimmy wanted a phone. Why shouldn't you buy him one… I mean…" he trailed off.

"If you've got anything, hand them over," John said, "Otherwise I'll have to search you."

Defeated, Frank pulled some papers from his pocket.

"It's more documents in your name," John said, "Do you want him arrested?"

"Not if he accepts my punishment," Tim said.

"Which is?" John asked.

"That he have 'Bully and Coward' written on his chest and back in indelible ink. Red letters on a white background, I think. Oh and he's to remain stripped to the waist until they've faded."

Frank stared at him.

"You can't do that," he exclaimed, aghast.

"I can if you accept voluntary enslavement and that is the only obligation," Tim said, "I've been reading the books by Robert Smith. He's got some radical ideas but he says that there should be more flexibility in enslavement issues. If I just had you arrested you'd probably be enslaved. You can take your chances with the courts if you like."

Later that evening Jimmy stood in front of Tim as he relaxed in the flat. Jimmy's hands were behind his head and his feet were spread apart. Davie and Richie displayed on either side.

"I thought I liked others being in charge," Tim said, "I don't, well - sometimes I like the idea of Davie being in charge but just as a game. I was being ground down, first by our parents and Frank then by Mark and Craig. It was easier to submit than to fight all the time. Since I found a way of beating Mark and Craig I've found I like being a top."

He paused for effect. "Jimmy, I've being trying to figure a way of getting you to Grandfather Philips. You like him as much as I do and you've said that you'd like to move out. That business today gave me a chance. Whatever he said, the shop manager was close to having you arrested. Your caning got you off the hook. I think he felt sorry for you afterwards. Anyway you've got a clean slate. There's nothing recorded against you."

He paused again, "Frank's not so lucky. I think the slave centre found fluorescent marker pens. Those banners sure stand out. He's also been banned from the shop and I think the manager's going to circulate his name. He'll be banned from a number of other places. It'll go on his record and his workplace will be notified that he has to remain stripped."

Jimmy visibly relaxed while Tim talked. He was used to being bullied by Frank. The idea that Tim was becoming one had left him feeling betrayed. Understanding why Tim had done those things made him feel better.

"We're all going out to Grandfather Philips tomorrow," Tim continued, "Davie is my boy and I don't normally treat him like a slave. Richie will get special treatment because he didn't deserve to be enslaved. While you're enslaved to me, you'll be his assistant.

"Richie will explain his duties and how you'll help him. We'll talk again on Sunday when it's time for you to go home. For tonight you and Richie will make do with the living room floor. We're having an early night because tomorrow's going to be a busy one, especially for the slaves."

Jimmy should have felt upset at being treated like a slave by his brother but he had a feeling that Tim was planning something else. He had been surprised at how well they had all eaten and not even Richie, the one true slave at the table, had been scared of Tim. It was certainly different from the oppressive presence of Frank and his father at home.

Jimmy and Richie had a lot in common in that they came from oppressive, bullying homes. Everyone had felt that Richie was unfairly enslaved so he had been shown more kindness at the slave centre than he had ever received from his father. Tim was proving to be a kind master so he was accepting the situation, trying to please Tim hoping that he would not be sent away.

Jimmy had always liked Tim, seeing him as kind and gentle. He understood that he had done wrong and had been punished. Back home Frank would have teased him remorselessly for days while his father would have continually reminded him what a disappointment he was.

As they wriggled around trying to get comfortable on the hard floor so they ended up offering their thighs as pillows. Jimmy had not fully escaped from his family's prejudices while Richie was aware that Jimmy was his master's brother. Nothing much happened but a strong bond began to develop between the two boys.

They were all up early the next morning. Richie managed to give them all breakfast in spite of the rush as they prepared to leave for the slave centre.

There was not much to pack so they were soon heading off with Davie walking beside Tim dressed in t-shirt and shorts. Richie and Jimmy brought up the rear, carrying their bags.

Jimmy still blushed with embarrassment at being naked in public. Richie tried to help.

"I don't like it either," he said, "At least I don't have a fucking tail stuck up my arse today. Forget the crap about being proud of serving your master. Just remember that Master Tim won't let anyone make us feel bad."

All of Tim's slaves were gathered in the yard of the slave centre. Word had got around about how Tim had dealt with threats to him and the slaves watched him fearfully. In fact the staff had circulated lurid stories to ensure that the morning would go smoothly.

The centre's manager came down to greet Tim.

"The publicity's still doing us a power of good," he said, "Each revocation gives us a boost. Even the idea that we find good homes for the more deserving slaves is proving a winner. In return I hope you've got everything you need."

"Yes. Thank you," Tim replied, "It was useful to be able to gather everything here and handling slaves with your staff to advise me was good practice. I learnt a lot."

"Excellent," the manager beamed, "It's going to be quite a parade. It'll be a good advert for us all."

They shook hands and the the manager stepped back.

At the front was the rickshaw followed by the work gangs each hauling a cart. Bringing up the rear were the houseboys standing two by two. Tim indicated that Jimmy and Richie join them. He looked at a youth of about sixteen. Fair, well muscled, he had an air of intelligence about him.

He nervously watched Tim approach him before dutifully lowering his eyes.

"Take this radio," Tim said, "Bring up the rear and tell me if anything happens."

"Yes Master. Er…" he faltered.

"Go on," Tim said.

"Could Ty stay beside me, please Master."

"Why?"

"Er…" the youth hesitated again, "Er… We won't talk or misbehave, Master but he's only been a slave for a few weeks. He hates it still and…"

"OK. I get the message. You want to look out for him."

Tim reached out and grabbed Ty's balls. Ty tried to pull back and without thinking the blond youth placed a hand on Ty's back. Tim stared at the youth who withdrew his hand shaking in terror.

"Ty prefers groping girls to being groped," Tim said, "He came close to being castrated. Go to the shop and fetch a chastity device. Fuck him every night and see that he learns how to give good head. If I don't see him accepting his slavery I'll fit the chastity device. You may spank him if he needs it."

Tim looked at the youth, "You haven't been enslaved for much longer, have you Andy? I could have freed you if you hadn't lashed out at the police who arrested you. How come you accept it so easily?"

Andy shrugged, "I don't know, Master. It seems easier just doing what I'm told."

Tim grinned, "I started to feel that way but I didn't like it. You're the foreman of the house slaves. Try a little bit of authority and see how you like it. Ty can stay beside you if you wish."

"Thank you, Master," Andy replied, "I'll do my best."

Tim strolled to the rickshaw.

"In you get Davie," Tim said. "I'm the boss so I'm last in and first out."

"Don't you need an overseer to drive the slaves?" Davie asked.

"They've been given their instructions to just follow. I'm looking for a pair to castrate to work for female customers. We'll see what happens on the journey."

Shackled to the hand carts, with trackers in their collars, the slaves were trapped. They did not doubt that they would be castrated if Tim wanted it so they were in no mood to challenge him.

Tim self-consciously picked up the microphone.

"Walk on," he said, "Out of the gate then turn left."

The rickshaw boys obeyed but Tim smiled as Andy replied with a firm, "Yes Master."

Tim grabbed Davie's thigh and squeezed excitedly.

The parade was indeed impressive. Long chain gangs were not that unusual so the roads and traffic could accommodate them but Tim was relieved when they got out of the town and into open country. On his orders the slaves picked up to a trot.

They covered a couple of miles before the radio crackled into life.

"The younger ones are struggling a bit master and one of the gangs is starting to lag," Andy said.

"Come up to the rickshaw and collect the prod," Tim said, "The back cart's empty. If you think the boys have really had enough let them ride for a while.

"I've planned stopping points at about five mile intervals," Tim continued when Andy was trotting beside him, "We've got all day and it's only twenty miles. We've also got about ten hours of daylight and I'm in no rush. We might try an hour's trotting and an hours walking though."

"Yes Master," Andy replied, "I used to do a lot of running so this is easy for me. Err…"

Tim grinned, "What now?"

"One of the younger slaves is your brother, isn't he?" Andy asked.

"No. He's just a slave and gets the same treatment as the others. Try prodding him first. If you can do it to him then you can do it to any of them. Is there another Er?"

"No master," Andy replied with a grin, "I should get back and chase the stragglers. Er… with your permission, Master."

Tim was not sure whether Andy was just being cheeky but he did not mind. He knew Andy's history which was why he had given the youth the task of bringing up the rear. However Andy was responding far better than he expected, showing considerable initiative.

Tim heard some yelps and then nothing else until they reached the wayside tavern where he planned to stop. Tim watched impressed as Andy shepherded the hand carts into parking bays, two to a bay then guided the houseboys to stand in a fourth bay.

The landlord came to the door, watching them intently.

"Are you in charge?" he asked Tim as he headed for the entrance.

Tim nodded, "The slaves need water. I've got buckets so they can piss but do you have anywhere they can be emptied."

"Yes," the landlord said sounding considerably more friendly, "I'll send the ostlers round. They can handle slaves and horses nowadays. Cars seem to be going right out of fashion except for long journeys, don't they?"

"I don't have a driving license," Tim said, "I suppose I should get one but I've got enough to do getting this lot organised."

"You're Tim Matheson, aren't you? It's a pleasure to meet you. Please come in. I'm sorry I shouldn't have kept you standing here."

"I'd like a couple of my slaves to join me," Tim said, "So we'll sit outside. One of them's my brother."

"As long as you don't object to dust sheets on the chairs then bring them in. It's just the oil from their skins you understand. They can't go to the bar though."

"Davie, fetch Jimmy and Richie to join us. Andy too when he stops fussing."

Davie grinned as he hurried off.

As Tim sat down, a slave in a grey loin cloth and apron approached with a tray of iced lemonade and glasses.

"Master's compliments," the boy said.

Richie was getting used to Tim but for Andy to sit with his master and help himself to the lemonade was one of the best treats in his life.

"How's it going Andy?" Tim asked, "We're a little ahead of schedule. Can we keep it up?"

"I'll try, Master," he replied, "Er… I might not be able to force them if they get too tired. Could I suggest a ten minute walk, a thirty minute jog a fifteen minute walk followed by a five minute rest?"

"Er… yes," Tim teased, "Concentrate on what you want to say. Don't worry if it comes out wrong. "

"Yes Master," Andy replied, "You're a weird master though."

"Are you sure that didn't come out wrong?" Tim laughed.

Andy blushed, "I'm sorry. We were taught that we should just be obedient and only speak when asked a question. You take obedience for granted and expect more. A lot of the slaves are scared of you because they don't know how to please you."

"The rickshaw boys and the chain gangs can behave the proper way," Tim said, "I've already caned one of the houseboys for laziness and rudeness and that was just in the practice sessions. I think I may have made a mistake choosing him. Richie here was wrongly enslaved and I'm working on his release. You were enslaved according to law and there's not much I can do about it."

Tim paused collecting his thoughts, "I'm not making myself clear."

"It's your turn to say er, master," Richie laughed, "If you give him a chance Master will still see you as a human being. We have to be good slaves like all masters expect but our master will make us feel good for doing our best."

Richie grinned gauging Tim's mood, "Even if he's whipping the skin off our backs because he's enjoying it."

Davie and Jimmy could not help laughing out loud at Tim's shocked expression but gradually he relented and joined in.

The landlord and a couple of regulars looked across at the group of youngsters enjoying themselves. He could see most of the slaves standing obediently outside. He glanced at his serving boys who returned his stare with a frightened look. Suddenly he felt jealous of Tim and the easy friendship he had established with some of his slaves.

"Getting any ideas on how to behave?" he asked.

"No Master," one replied quickly.

The other caught his master's mood, "Is wishful thinking permitted, Master?"

The landlord grinned, "Maybe."

They arrived at Grandfather Philips well before dusk. The slaves were all exhausted. Andy in particular had worked hard. Like Richie he had responded to Tim's treatment of him by working harder than ever. He followed his master's example, being his naturally cheerful self when he could but ruthlessly not tolerating any misbehaviour.

Tim got out of the rickshaw hugging his grandfather. He beckoned Davie over.

"This is my lover, Davie," he said, "He's a good friend as well."

Grandfather Philips offered his hand formally but grinned broadly.

"Welcome," he said, "Anyone who can make Timmy happy has a home here."

"It's Tim, sir," Davie replied, "People only called him Timmy to put him down."

"Fair enough. You should both call me Charles," he winked, "Not Charlie please."

Davie grinned, "Thank you sir. I know, I should say Charles but I've got a lot to get used to."

"Will you fetch Jimmy please?" Tim asked.

Jimmy approached obviously embarrassed and nervous.

Charles held out his arms, "Come on Jimmy, I'm your Grandfather as well. Tim won't punish you if you greet me."

Jimmy grinned with relief. He had been uncertain of the reception he would get and was delighted that his grandfather still loved him. He leapt at his grandfather who staggered a little but managed to cope with Jimmy's arms round his neck and legs wrapped around his waist.

"Are you sure I can't punish him?" Tim laughed, "Davie, will you fetch Richie and Andy, please?"

Tim introduced them.

"I thought your rickshaw team could live in the old stable," Charles said, "It's built to the same specifications as the rest of the house and it's connected to the heating system. The garage is next door so maybe your runner could learn basic car maintenance and look after the car as well."

"I don't see why not," Tim said, "Jimmy will be Richie's assistant while he's here. He can sleep out there as well."

"I was converting it into a guest house but I only got as far as pulling out the stalls. There's a bathroom, a small kitchen and a single bed I found. I'll see if I can find another one."

"You'll be offering bedlinen and carpets next," Tim grinned, "They'll manage. Jimmy can go home if he wants to on Sunday. The only way he can stay is if he's voluntarily enslaved. He doesn't need his parent's permission for that."

"And you're thinking of discipline problems," Charles said, "Maybe I can spoil him when you're not around."

Tim grinned again, "Let's see if he wants to stay first."

"So what about this other young man?" Charles asked.

"He's foreman of the houseboys," Tim answered, "He can relax with me without taking liberties."

"The car can stand outside for tonight. You can put the gangs in there. It's not cold. I know it's Sunday but I've promoted a couple of workmen to overseers and they'll collect them tomorrow. They can be settled into their quarters and be ready for work on Monday."

As the slaves set about their work Charles said, "I'm so disappointed in my daughter, your mother, except for you and Jimmy of course. Why she took up with that bigoted idiot, I'll never know."

He looked at Tim, "I'm sorry. I know I'm talking about your father but he's a complete waste of space and so is Frank. Naomi's not much better. Again I'm sorry. You, Jimmy and your friends are welcome for as long as you like. Does Andy play chess?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"There's something about him. If he's as bright as you say he could make a decent companion. Is he gay or straight?"

"He's a slave," Tim said.

Charles frowned.

"I thought you had more respect for humanity," he said.

That comment upset Tim. He was unsure how to answer. He hurried over to where Richie and Jimmy were excitedly unpacking Richie's art materials, knowing that Charles would follow.

They drew themselves up looking worriedly at him.

"Is the rickshaw bedded down for the night?" Tim asked.

"No sir," Richie replied.

"Are the other slaves still unpacking?"

"Yes sir," Richie answered.

"And you knew we wanted everything inside before dark."

Richie contented himself with a miserable nod.

"You were both shouting and making a noise."

"Please, it was my fault as much as Richie's," Jimmy interrupted.

"I know. I could hear you. He's in charge so it's his caning. Since you spoke without permission you can share it."

Tim waited, letting the tension build up, "Of course, Jimmy, you can appeal to Grandfather. He can override me on his property."

"Permission to speak, master?" Jimmy said.

"Go on."

"You said that if discipline breaks down Richie and the others could be sent away and if we forget we're slaves in public you may be stopped from looking after anyone including me and Davie."

"So do you want to cry off," Tim asked.

Jimmy shook his head, too close to tears to speak.

"How about you, Richie?"

Richie burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, Master," he sobbed, "I didn't mean to let you down."

"Come here, you two," Tim said holding out his arms. Instantly the three of them were wrapped in a three way hug.

"You weren't that bad," Tim said, "But I did tell you to help pack everything away so I will punish you. Tomorrow I'll help you organise a studio in here. How's that?"

"You mean you won't smash it all?" Richie asked, "Dad would have done."

"No but how about your caning?"

"I'm your slave and I deserve it. Will you let Jimmy off please? It was my fault."

"Go and get on with your work then report to me."

The two boys scampered off. Tim looked at his Grandfather.

"They're slaves first," Charles said, "but you don't crush the spirit out of them. I understand."

Just then Andy arrived.

"One of the houseboys can cook," he said, "Should I get him to prepare a meal for you?"

"So can Granddad," Tim replied, "Maybe they could see what they can do together. Is everything put away?"

"Yes Master," I've put buckets in the garage as well as bottles of water. I given them some dry rations to eat. It's the sort field workers have when they're work until dusk. Do you want me to allocate you a bedroom slave, Master?"

"No. My grandfather wants you to be his body slave. Choose yourself a deputy foreman for when you're not available."

"Yes Master," Andy replied, "Er…"

"Go on," Tim said.

"Does that include sex or should I hold myself for you?"

"When you're acting as his body slave regard Master Charles as your owner."

"Yes Master."

"Any complaints?" Tim asked.

"No Master," Andy replied.

"Were you gay or straight before you were enslaved?"

"Please Master. I won't let you down. I'll serve Master Charles as I'd serve you."

"OK. You've made your point," Charles said, "And thank you. You've chosen some fine young men. Do you play chess, boy?"

"A friend taught me and we played a few games but I'm not very good."

"Good. I like to win. I suppose you stuffed yourself with that dreadful canned beer. What do you know about wine?"

"It's made from grapes, Master," Andy answered brightly.

Charles had never owned slaves before. He had considered it and visited slave owning friends for advice. At the time it was assumed that slaves had to be tightly controlled and the least infraction punished severely. The result had been an oppressive atmosphere where Charles could almost smell the fear. It was not the way that he wanted to live.

He was impressed with Tim's handling. Strict discipline was so much part of the social structure that no one questioned it. Tim's younger brother, Jimmy and his boyfriend, Davie accepted that Tim would give out punishments. Charles had been appalled at the bruises on Jimmy's backside but had not said anything.

Neither had he said anything when Jimmy and Richie had leant forward a little against the table while Tim had administered a cut of the cane to each thigh. It could never have been an easy acceptance but neither boy had shown any resentment. Richie, in particular, forgot the pain from the welts as he talked excitedly about the sketches he had already begun.

What Charles and Tim noticed was that Jimmy talked about sitting as a model and taking trips into the local countryside together. Everyone was tired but Tim had one last job to do. He called Jimmy over.

"Grandfather can run you home," Tim said, "If you want to stay after the weekend you'll have to apply for voluntary enslavement. I can allow Richie and Andy a few privileges and I suppose I can be a bit soft on my baby brother but it won't be more than they get. Think about it."

"I don't have to. I'd like to stay if I can go to school here," Jimmy said, "I looked on their web site and they've got a drama club and do classes. I want to do that."

"And who allowed you to go the computer?" Tim asked.

Briefly Jimmy looked scared then triumphant, "Granddad did while you were in the basement with Andy after dinner."

"I'll give you permission to call him Granddad," Tim said quietly.

Jimmy played safe and stayed quiet, uncertain how far he could push Tim.

In any case they were all exhausted. Andy looked nervously at Charles as he announced that he was ready for bed but dutifully stood up to attend to him.

Davie was finding himself more of an outsider than anyone else with no real role in the household. During the day Tim had always found time to smile or touch him but the older boy had been busy and Davie could not help. Since it was first mentioned, Davie had decided to become Tim's body slave. He hurried off to their bedroom stripped and knelt with his hands behind his head waiting on Tim's pleasure.

That night his tasks were easy, throwing Tim's clothes in the laundry basket and curling up against Tim as he almost immediately fell asleep.

Richie and Jimmy were just as tired as they leapt into the bed they were to share. It seemed natural to lie in the sixty nine position again though like everyone else they just fell asleep.

Mark and Craig could only lie on their backs hardly able to move. The rickshaw loomed over them and the cross bar lay across their stomachs. They wore blinkers for most of the time. They could see the road for a little way ahead when they were out but at night flaps could close the blinkers completely. With their deafness they lived a world of sensory deprivation and the rest of the world already seemed like a strange dream.

The rest of the house slaves made do with sleeping bags in the basement. There were two about Jimmy's age who would do the house work and cook while Ty would tend the garden.

Some of the chain gang thought about sneaking into the house and murdering Tim in various horrible ways. Then their partner would move and they would remember the heavy collar and the tracker it contained.

The collars could be removed but they were made of a heavy, extremely hard steel impregnated with fibre optics. The rule was the quicker they could be cut, the more dangerous the tool needed. Once one of the fibre optics was cut the tracker emitted an alarm.

Although they were called chains the slaves were paired together by a steel cable containing their own fibre optics. Tim had chosen the more expensive system so that their legs did not need to be chained. When appropriate they would be able to wear boots and they could work more effectively.

One way or another they all slept well that night.

Andy woke at five a.m. as usual. His head rested on Charles chest and the man's arms were wrapped around him. He was hard, needed a piss and his skin tingled, expecting an overseer's whip for just laying there.

It had been a long time since he had been in such a gentle, tender situation and he was reluctant to lose it. It gradually surfaced to the front of his thoughts that his hand rested on his master's cock. He nearly jerked it away but the moment's shock faded and it felt right. He would have said that he was straight and his girl friends would have agreed with him.

He just felt that he could have worse masters than the kindly old man who now owned him. It also occurred to him that he would be proud to have such an impressive set of wedding tackle when he got to his master's age.

His bladder finally won and he regretfully slipped from under his master's arms and headed for the bathroom. He thought of jerking off but decided against it. Instead, he contented with flicking it with his finger until it was soft then taking his piss.

He went down to the basement. The other slaves were also awake. Like Andy they were enjoying the lack of alarm bells and yells from overseers but it was unsettling not knowing what to do.

Andy sent the cook to the kitchen telling him to get everything ready for a nine o'clock breakfast and the other younger boy to tidy the lower rooms in the house. He took Ty to one side.

"I know you can't accept slavery but this is as good as it can get," Andy said, "Think of the places we could be sent to. I've got to report back to Master Charles. See that they keep at it. Go and wake Jimmy and Richie. They're to have the rickshaw ready immediately after breakfast in case it's needed."

"We do all the work and you go back to bed," Ty exclaimed.

"You come from a posh family," Andy retorted, "You should know more about chess and wine than I do. You could become his body slave providing you don't get your back shredded for rudeness and laziness."

Ty was not sure how to answer. He knew Andy was right but he had never accepted that it was his fault that he had been enslaved. Why couldn't the bitch have settled for some fun. He had hoped that he would have been bought by some desperate widow but the near rape conviction had put off any such buyers.

Mentally he had sneered at Andy's easy acceptance but now he was not so sure. He knew that Tim was trying to free Richie so maybe he would consider others. Tim might even see his own conviction as unfair though he doubted it. Andy had offered him unconditional friendship and it had been comforting as he came to terms with his loss of freedom.

"I couldn't get that hard for him so you'd better get back," he said at last, "I'll sort it down here."

Andy blushed and hurried off. He rationalised his cock's eagerness by thinking about an extra couple of hours in bed. He had an image of his last girlfriend the last time he had fucked her yet he was wondering what it felt like to be filled.

He gagged at the thought of taking his master's cum but wondered whether Charles would ever condescend to blow him.

Chapter 4

He clambered into bed with his head whirling at his conflicting thoughts and desires. At first it did not help when Charles gently pushed him down his body until his face was touching his master's cock.

He tentatively reached out with his tongue to be greeted with a groan of ecstasy from his master. He edged forwards to kiss it with his lips. He felt his master's hand ease between his legs exploring his hidden regions. Andy lifted his leg in invitation.

He tried taking in a little more cock but gagged.

"We've got all the time in the world," Charles said softly, "Don't force yourself. Judging by your cock, your need is greater than mine anyway."

"Master's needs are always greater, Master," Andy replied, "At least that's what slaves are taught."

"I think my need is to see you cum," Charles said, "Sit across my cock and jerk off. You get more patient as you get older which is a nicer way of saying it takes longer."

Andy grinned as he obeyed. Sex with Charles could prove to be fun. Although the slave centre sold 'virgins', slaves were warned to stretch themselves with their fingers. Andy had complied and he was psyched up to the idea that his first master would immediately demand entry.

He fumbled behind himself trying to stroke Charles' cock.

"Doing your duty again?" Charles asked, "Put your hands behind your head."

He gently took Andy's cock in his hand and began stroking.

"I forgot. There's a bit more slave training, you have permission to cum."

"I'm sorry master," Andy said, "We were told all this stuff and about how it shows that we belong to our master. It's difficult getting used to you."

"Don't apologise," Charles said, "It gives you a nice air of naivety. Just relax and we'll see how far you can shoot."

Charles caught Andy's look of surprise and added, "This is my first time with a male too. I'm curious to see what you can do."

Without thinking, Andy asked, "How did you know, Master?"

"A lucky guess. You seem a little uncomfortable in my bed."

Andy nearly apologised again but his cock gave a little jump. His tummy muscles began to tense and his attention focused on his balls. Suddenly he was pumping into Charles' hand, his hips bucking and his whole being forcing the sperm from his balls.

Only the last few spurts landed on Charles' face. The rest had splattered the bed's headboard and the wall above it. As the spasm ended Andy collapsed, unable to keep his arms up. Charles grabbed him and pulled him down.

"Very impressive," he said, "OK?"

"Yes Master," Andy replied, "Thank you."

"A lesson about sex," Charles said, "My balls feels fuller than in a long time. I'm going to wait until this evening and see what I can do then. Sharing your orgasm is almost as good as having my own. Almost and I've tonight to look forward to."

Charles could not resist adding, "Would you like to be sent back to the slave centre and find a more conventional master."

"No fucking way," Andy exclaimed loudly then tensed realising that he had sworn at his master. Charles laughed and held him tighter.

They dozed quietly until Ty knocked on the door and entered.

"It's half past eight, master," he said, "Would breakfast at nine be convenient?"

"I think so," Charles replied, "Send a slave up here to clean this bed as soon possible. He's got his cum everywhere. I might want to take a late morning nap so you'd better keep my boy on standby."

To Ty's surprise, Andy giggled and held his master tighter.

He was also surprised at how cheerful breakfast was. Charles and Tim sat at one end of the kitchen table while the boys stood around it.

Charles and Andy shared conspiratorial glances. Tim and Davie smiled at each other whenever their eyes met while Jimmy and Richie constantly talked about how gross it had been to give Mark and Craig enemas while they were knelt down eating their morning feed.

"You boys know basic housework," Tim said, "Grandfather will tell you about any particular jobs but apart from that use your initiative. Andy and Ty can work on your quarters in the basement. I've bought sleeping bags for you to sleep in and some stackable tables and chairs. You can have the smaller room down there. Adapt the furniture to your needs. The last owner seemed to be turning the larger room into a dungeon."

"It was a dungeon," Charles said, "I didn't have slaves so I used it for storage but the basement is a pretty standard layout for slave quarters. I've checked in the dungeon. It's nearly all junk that can be chucked out."

"That's good," Tim said, "We'll get it set up again and wait for a slave to start misbehaving."

A couple of the slaves chuckled nervously, hoping he was joking.

"How about just playing games in there?" Davie asked, "You know you'd like to try stuff out."

"How about on you, to keep your mouth shut?" Tim growled.

"You can give me anything you can take," Davie replied seriously.

The rest of the table stared at him before looking curiously at Tim who blushed.

"OK," Tim said, "I feel a bit silly about it now but I was being groomed for some of the kinkier stuff. Maybe I am a bit curious but there's too much else going on to worry about it for now."

Charles noticed that one of the younger slave's cock had stiffened. Ty seemed a little flushed and his balls a little tighter.

"There's no harm in that," Charles said, "I've never been interested but you're in control of a lot of slaves. It might be an idea to understand how it all works."

Charles had been slightly shocked by the conversation but he realised that his attitudes were changing fast. If Andy was dressed in the right clothes and wig he had the sleek looks to pass as a girl. However naked, his pecs, flat stomach and well developed muscles were all male. As Charles had discovered that morning, his soft penis, just managing to hide his tight globular ball sac, could expand into an impressive, masculine rod capable of pleasing any male or female.

The breakfast party broke up as overseers arrived to collect the change gangs.

"Can I help Ryan and your Grandfather, please?" Davie asked as they headed off on their various tasks.

"As long as you strip off and behave as a slave," Tim replied, "I didn't know you were into cooking or is it Ryan's cock?"

Davie blushed, "He's my age and I want to get to know him. That's all."

"OK since he's your age you can do what you like with him. It'll give us something to talk about in bed at night."

Davie looked at him before wrapping him in a tight hug.

"The same for you with Ty or Andy," he said.

Tim enjoyed his morning with Richie and Jimmy. Richie excitedly pulled the large double door open setting up his easel so that he could make the best use of the light. He asked for cupboards to store his stuff. When he talked about Jimmy staying he did not mention a second or bigger bed. He shyly showed off some drawings he had already begun. They were good, Richie was obviously talented.

Tim rounded up a chair, and sat while Richie sketched him. At Richie's nervous request he removed his shirt then finally sat completely naked. Jimmy watched his friends efforts, fascinated as the pictures of his brother appeared.

"Tomorrow, we'll see about a camera and a computer set up with some decent graphics software," Tim said, "You might have landed yourself with another job; revamp our business web site. If Jimmy stays he can learn the technical side of running a site and you can provide the artist flair."

Both boys grinned, exchanging cheerful grins.

Tim did not bother dressing for lunch. It was a warm day and he enjoyed the breeze and sun on his bare skin. Under Charles' supervision, Ryan and Davie had prepared a buffet. As the slaves completed their tasks so they gathered around. At first they were nervous about helping themselves but Richie was getting used to Tim and Jimmy was happy to help himself at his grandfather's home so they led the way.

Charles and Tim sat in garden chairs. Andy knelt beside Charles, leaping up to serve him. Davie got the idea and knelt beside Tim. The rest just sprawled around on the grass.

Full bellies always encourage people to relax and a lively conversation sprang up. Tim did not take much notice of it. He did half listen as Charles responded to a question from Ty and explained how his home had had been a farm house. The farm had been too small to be economic so the previous owner rented out the surrounding fields to another farm for a peppercorn rent while keeping enough land to provide extensive gardens.

"What's a peppercorn rent, sir?" Davie asked.

"Originally it was just that, a few peppercorns," Charles explained, "It's enough to maintain a contract that I'm renting out the land and I haven't given it away."

A little later Tim heard Joe, the other young teen say, "I miss my family. I haven't spoken to my parents since I was enslaved."

"You can use the phone in my study if you like," Charles said, "Do you want to call them?"

Joe brightened and hurried off. When he returned he was not sure whether to laugh or cry.

"They were so pleased to hear from me," he said, "I told them I was fine. They want me to ring whenever I can and Mum told me to be good and do as I was told. As if I had a choice but she didn't understand."

"They can visit when we're all settled," Charles said, "That'll be all right, won't it Tim?"

"Hmmph," Tim snorted, "The slaves had better call you Grandfather if you're going to spoil them like that."

There was a worried silence before Ryan piped up, "I like it. Can we call you Granddad?"

"All except Andy," Jimmy laughed, "It'll sound funny when they're in bed."

Both Charles and Andy blushed and even Tim joined in the laughter before getting their attention.

"Grandfather wants a happy household and I'm enjoying myself today," he said, "Just remember, your duties come first and you wait until you're told to relax."

The boys nodded thoughtfully some were slightly relieved that Tim had defined a boundary.

It was put to the test almost immediately as a car drew up on the drive.

Without being asked, Ty ran over to open the door for the driver and guide him towards Charles.

"Hello Claude, " Charles greeted Tim's other grandfather, "What brings you out this way?"

"I'm collecting Jimmy and Timmy," Claude replied, "Get your things together, boys, and wait by the car."

"Ryan, Joe. You're back on duty," Tim said without moving, "Granddad, tell Joe what you'd like to drink. Ryan will rustle you up some food if you're hungry."

"I don't care if you want to surround yourself with whores, Charles," Claude snapped, "I can't believe how you've corrupted your grandsons, though. I don't want anything except to get Timmy and Jimmy away from you. You might have the decency to have your slaves stand respectfully for me."

"I call myself Tim nowadays, Grandfather," Tim replied, "This is my home now. If anything I've corrupted Grandfather Philips by giving him one of my slaves to play with. I've allocated slaves to tend to your needs. The rest can relax until they're needed. Oh and well done Ty for using your initiative."

Claude realised that his frontal attack had failed though as Jimmy hurried off he thought he might have won a partial victory. He turned to Charles.

"Can't you see how this looks?" he said, "Your grandsons naked mixing with slaves. They're lolling around instead of being reminded that they're here to be punished. What'll happen to your reputation when it's all disclosed in court if I have to apply for custody?"

"They're my slaves so I'm responsible for discipline," Tim said, "One of the slaves is my rickshaw runner and he will show all the 'Punishment and Deterrence' we need when he follows me into town."

"So you say, Timmy." Claude retorted.

"I do say, Claudy," Tim replied as firmly as possible.

The look of fury that flashed across Claude's faced scared many of the boys. He stepped forwards. Andy leapt up to stand between him and Tim. Moments later Ty joined him. Claude stopped, desperately trying to control his temper.

It did not help when Jimmy returned carrying some papers.

"Excuse me, Master," he said firmly, "You've beaten me every day I've been your slave so far. Here's your reason to beat me today. I've used Grandfather's computer without permission."

He handed Tim a sheet of paper, "This extends my temporary enslavement until tomorrow."

He handed Tim the rest of the papers, "These are for my voluntary enslavement until I'm eighteen. I found a specimen form which mentions provisions for education so I used that. You need to sign them now so that I can scan them in. They'll be automatically registered and it will be legal until we go to the courthouse and confirm the arrangements."

Tim nearly asked Jimmy if he was sure but realised that it would spoil the show that Jimmy was putting on. For the moment the young teen was in charge and giving the orders. Tim suddenly understood his younger brother's interest in dramatics. Tim meekly signed and watched Jimmy hurry off.

"Why don't you sit down?" Tim said, "Are you sure that you don't want a drink?"

"For God's sake get some clothes on then we'll talk in private," Claude said.

"It's too warm to dress," Tim said as he got up and strolled across the lawn. Claude had no choice but to follow with Andy and Ty trailing behind.

Claude glanced round.

"Fuck off, you two," he yelled angrily.

"Save any fucking until you're alone, boys," Tim laughed, "You should know better than to give an order like that to someone else's slave, Grandfather."

"Frank's ready to kill you for what you did to him. You're dad's no happier. If you want me to keep them off your back then you'd better start behaving better than this."

"I think I'm safe with my two henchmen," Tim laughed again.

"I'm talking about when I get you home."

"I keep telling you. This is my home now. Jimmy seems to have decided to live here as well."

"You need help to manage all that money," Claude said, "You're not going to lose it all in that deadbeat's business. I can invest it for you and we'll get a good return on our investment."

"Our investment?" Tim asked.

"I'll charge a small brokerage fee. Don't worry. I'll sort out the details."

"That's what does worry me," Tim said, "All I've heard is what you, Mum, Dad and Frank want. Any money I put into Grandfather Philips business gives me a share in the house as well. My accountant reckons the valuation was on the low side so I'm buying in cheap. Can you match that?"

Without another word Claude turned and strode towards his car. Perhaps he was being a little sarcastic but Ty ran over to open the door for him again. Claude pushed him aside jumped in the car and sped off. The wheels spun in the gravel firing it into Ty's lower body. He hobbled back to the others.

"I don't think he needed me, Master," he said.

Charles chuckled with the others before snapping, "Fetch a blanket, quick. There's a first aid kit in the bathroom someone else fetch that and find some tweezers. You didn't deserve that Ty so you can lie down have a fuss made of you. Any objections, Tim?"

"No Grandfather," Tim replied, "Just look after your new grandchild."

"Master," Andy began, "I know you gave Joe and Ryan instructions but should the rest of us have carried on just sitting around?"

"You weren't. You were attending your master which is fine," Tim said, "I'm very pleased with Ty for trying to greet him. For the rest I don't think my instructions were clear enough. If one is back on duty then I think you all should be."

The boys nodded.

Davie returned with a blanket pulled from a bed. He spread it on the lawn. Ty hesitated then lay down as Charles knelt beside him. The antiseptic stung more than the gravel. The tweezers hurt as they probed for embedded pieces but his manhood swelled especially when Jimmy knelt on the other side of him and took his hand with one hand and gently drew circles on his stomach with the other."

"I wonder if I should at least wear shorts?" Tim pondered, "Maybe I should look more like a master."

"You've got body hair and no collar, Master," Andy replied, "We can't mistake you for a slave. What about you Ty. How come you're behaving like a good slave now?"

"Zoe's dad was talking about buying me," Ty replied, "He described a black brothel he wanted to send me to. The clients were rape victims who were encouraged to get revenge on the boys."

He sobbed, partly because Charles was removing a fragment from a sensitive spot on his inner thigh, "I was sure Zoe wanted it. I wouldn't have started if I wasn't and it wasn't our first time. We'd got to a point when I couldn't stop. I don't know why she started yelling but her brothers must have been waiting just outside the door."

Charles looked at Tim, "I didn't look further than the files you sent. Do all these boys have questionable convictions."

Tim nodded, "There's not much I can do for Ty until new evidence turns up. The authorities know where he is and that I won't block an appeal."

Ty stared at Tim in amazement.

"You mean you believe me?" he asked stunned.

"Let's just say that you've got the benefit of the doubt," Tim said. "Your behaviour was questionable which is why the conviction has to stand for now. You didn't answer Andy's question. Why the change in attitude?"

"If I can answer honestly then I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt as well," Ty said, "I can't help feeling that if I foul up here then you'll sell me. Then Zoe's dad will come after me again."

"So I'm the lesser of two evils," Tim said.

"I'm trying to answer honestly, master," Ty said, "Shouldn't a master just take a slave's obedience for granted?"

"Says the slave lying on his back while his master's grandfather and brother fuss over him," Tim muttered.

Even Ty managed a low chuckle along with the others.

"Maybe I should just be pleased to serve you as a slave should," Ty said, "I just don't feel that way. I feel that you're a good master so it's in my interests to stay here."

"Tomorrow you're mowing the lawns," Tim said, "Granddad hasn't been able to look after grounds properly so we'll see where your interests lie after a couple of days pushing the lawn mower. We're not going to feed you and supply fuel for the motor mower as well."

"Yes master, I deserve it for speaking so bluntly."

"I'm not punishing you," Tim said, "I'm sure Andy will be helping you while Grandfather's at work. You two are here to provide the muscle. You'll obey Joe and Ryan and do jobs that are too big for them."

"Yes Master."

"I think I prefer honest answers," Tim said, "But you are a slave and here to work. We'll see if the 'Punishment and Deterrence' can take care of itself."

"Yes Master , thank you."

Everyone had been upset by Claude's visit. The exchange between Ty and Tim cheered them up.

The rest of the day passed quietly. Joe and Ryan were in awe of Ty for the way he had spoken to their master. Once in the quiet of the slave quarters, Ty found he had his own willing bed boys. As Andy had said, it was as good as it could get and it was either a willing boy or his own hand.

Everything went smoothly the next morning. Davie was nervous about starting a new school while Jimmy was nervous about committing himself so completely to his older brother. Since Davie was dressed for school, he would ride in the rickshaw while Jimmy and Richie ran behind.

Richie was determined that once he was settled in, Jimmy would ride with Davie to school everyday. Since he had missed so much schooling, Richie would do correspondence courses to catch up.

Charles was going to set the slaves to work then drive to the yard.

Being deaf and heavily blinkered Mark and Craig were desperate for some sort of stimulation. They eagerly pulled the rickshaw just glad to have something to do. It made a smart team as it made it's way towards the centre of town and the school.

After dropping Davie off at the school office, Tim headed for the local police station. The town was too small to warrant a slave centre so the police station handled the paperwork. Tim sent Jimmy in alone waiting in the rickshaw.

He was sure that, after his performance with his grandfather, Jimmy could handle things. In fact the police would want to speak to him to him alone to ensure that he knew what he was doing. After a time, Jimmy hurried out, asking him to go in to speak with Sergeant Brown.

"So you're Mr. Philips grandson," the sergeant said holding out his hand, "It's about time he was looked after. "I've been suggesting that he gets a couple of slaves for ages. He can't run a house, a business, the local museum and the local football league without help any more."

"I didn't know about the football league or the museum," Tim said, "I haven't had much chance to talk to him until a couple of weeks ago and then it's been about business and the house."

"Do you play?" Sergeant Brown asked, "I run an under eighteen team and we need fresh blood."

"I've got two left feet," Tim grinned, "I've got a sixteen year old slave who played on the school team. The other older slave was an athlete. He may be OK."

Tim grinned, "He was enslaved for assaulting a policeman so being trained by one might be classed as 'Punishment and Deterrence'.

Sergeant Brown smiled with him, "Thank you. I'd have to do some checks but Charles was talking about you a few days ago and I do know who you are. Is that the pair you entrapped?"

Tim nodded.

"Anyway you seem to be able to maintain discipline and Jimmy here seems confident enough with you. I'll log the enslavement. Do you want a collar? They're not compulsory."

"Yes," Tim said, "Voluntary slaves aren't chipped unless there's a special reason. He'll be dressed when he goes to school. Outside of school he'll act as my runner. If anyone has problems then I'd like them to come to me as his owner. If he was seen as a free boy then he could get hassle for being weird."

Jimmy was not too happy about a collar but he understood Tim's comments. Many children got into trouble for bothering somebody else's slave especially when it had been sporting a hard on. A free boy pretending to be a slave would be open season and have no chance.

Unbeknown to Jimmy or Tim, Davie was having a similar conversation. On entering his new class he been introduced then invited to say something about himself. He thought about Brian who had still accepted Richie as his friend and the others who turned out not to be such good friends. He also thought about how Tim liked people and slaves to speak up.

"Hi," he said, "I prefer to be called Davie. I've just moved here with my boyfriend. At lunchtime I'm going to apply for voluntary enslavement. He's got a lot to do and it'll mean that he doesn't have to worry about me so much."

There was a stunned silence. Living in a small community did not mean that people had to be more narrow minded but obviously there was less scope for a wide range of different ideas. Davie had just introduced some radical new ones."

"Why? Do you like being tortured and raped?" a boy called out.

"I don't know," Davie replied, "I've never been tortured and I can't sleep now if his cock isn't in my arse."

The teacher coughed uncomfortably conscious of his class' age. Davie looked at him.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "Master Tim said that there would be plenty of idiots who would try to put me down and laugh at me and a lot wouldn't want to know me. Any friends I make would have to accept that they'll see me naked acting as a runner behind my master's rickshaw."

"Strip now, slaveboy and sit on floor in the corner," the boy yelled out again, "No one is going to want to sit near you."

A second boy stood up. He was probably the largest boy in the room.

"Shut it, Parsons," he said in a slow ponderous voice, "There's an empty place beside you because no one wants to sit with you. We'll swap. He can sit next to me. You should admire your arse less and watch the news more. Tim Matheson captured a gang of drug barons on his own. He protects kids who shouldn't have life enslavement."

"So you're one of the new boys at the Philip's place," the teacher said, "We've heard about you."

Davie, like Tim was beginning to discover that in a small community everybody knew everybody else's business.

"Yes sir," he replied.

"I'm not sure that this town can take such an influx of slaves. We're not that fond of troublemakers."

"Don't worry, sir. Master Tim doesn't tolerate trouble," he paused for effect then staring impassively at his teacher added, "From anyone."

"Take your seat. You've disturbed this class enough."

The rest of the morning went smoothly. During break Morgan Wilson told Davie about himself

"I had a brain tumour. I missed a lot of school," he said, "They put me back a year. I'm still getting over it. I'm a bit slow and weak. Guys like Parsons laugh at me. I'm doing therapy. They reckon I'll make a full recovery."

Davie nodded, "There's always twats like him about."

"I wouldn't mind being a runner," Morgan said, "I'm not allowed to do sports and I need exercise. I'm supposed to write to stimulate my brain so I can't become a slave."

"Come out to our place after school tonight," Davie said, "Let's see if Tim can help."

"I can't ," Morgan replied, "You'd get into trouble and anyway my mother collects me."

"I won't get into trouble. Tim wants me to have friends my own age. Richie does a lot of drawing. Ryan likes being the cook and Jimmy wants to join the drama club. You'll fit in."

Morgan smiled appreciatively, "I'll ask Mum."

The rest of the day went smoothly. Davie got the papers he needed and bumped into Tim when he was at the school getting Jimmy enrolled. He got his papers signed and introduced Morgan.

"Of course he can come out," Tim said, "You can strip and join the other runners and Morgan can ride in the rickshaw with me. I'm going to look at the the yard then I was going to meet you for the ride home."

There was the hint of a challenge in Tim's voice. A couple of his classmates were nearby and Morgan was watching. In spite of what he had said in class, he was not too keen on being a slave in front of the school but he could not back down.

"That's what I was thinking," he said sounding as enthusiastic as possible.

Davie thought he saw his classmates look impressed. Thinking that it was a way of showing how tough he was, he added, "A run like that will wake me up after being stuck in school all day."

Then it's all down to your mother, Morgan," Tim said, "You'll be welcome any time."

"Thank you sir," Morgan replied.

"Tim will do from free boys," Tim grinned, "I'm not much older than you."

Morgan grinned as Jimmy and Davie stuck their tongues out at Tim.

Morgan's mother was not at all happy at the invitation. She stormed over to Tim wanting to know what he was thinking about attempting to corrupt her son.

"He's ill. Even if he was fit, I wouldn't let him mix with low lifes and deadbeats," she shrieked.

"I wouldn't let Davie mix with them either," Tim said calmly, "My lifers all have doubtful convictions and are trying to make a go of things."

"Who says the convictions are doubtful? What would you know about it.?"

"Only what the YPS have told me," Tim replied quietly, "And they don't like admitting to faults in the system."

Mrs Wilson was much quieter as she said, "Yes but they'll still be a rough lot. Morgan can't risk another head injury."

"I spent yesterday dozing in a chair while Richie there sketched me. He's going to be setting up his new computer and camera. Is that too rough for Morgan?"

"Computer, camera," she snapped, "Where's the 'Punishment and Deterrence?"

"Working with 'Training and Rehabilitation'," Tim said quietly.

She glared angrily at him.

"Look," Tim said exasperated, "Davie and Morgan already seem to be friends. Unless you want to control his life completely you're not going to change it. How about you come out to the house with us and see how he gets on."

Reluctantly she nodded.

"I'm travelling with Mrs Wilson," Tim announced, "Richie look after our guest. Davie, you're running behind, I believe."

Davie grinned ruefully then removed his shirt before taking a collar out of his bag. I know what you think about these. That's why I got one. Should I put it on?"

"If you've registered the papers then it's too late to ask you if you're sure," Tim grinned, "So yes."

Davie handed the collar to Tim then turned so that Tim could fit the collar round his neck. It was a significant moment for them. Davie now belonged to the man he loved. He turned leapt at Tim and kissed him full on the lips. Tim held tight and the kiss lasted until a passing teacher gently coughed.

Davie regretfully stepped back and finished stripping before taking up position beside Jimmy. Tim realised that he had been careless with his orders, forgetting that the rickshaw boys were deaf. Richie helped a flustered Morgan onto the rickshaw said something into the microphone then took up position in the front.

As he walked forward, the rickshaw followed with Jimmy and Davie bringing up the rear. Richie broke into a gentle run picking up a pace he could maintain.

"I was rude before and I'm sorry," Mrs Wilson said, "The boys are disciplined and they're looking after Morgan. He doesn't know how close we came to losing him and I get so worried."

She paused tears welling up in her eyes, "His father and I are divorced. He belongs to the Parents In Charge Group and the Slavery as Deterrence League. He's going to have a fit having Morgan associating with convicted slaves. I don't agree with his ideas but when you hear them all the time they become part of you."

"We'd better move off," Tim said, "We'll lose them when they turn the corner."

"Yes we will and it'll do Morgan good. Let's have a cup of tea in that café. I'm sure someone will ring when they miss us."

Mrs Wilson was more uneasy than she admitted to. They drank their tea in minutes and caught up with the rickshaw team just as it was turning into the drive.

Over the next few weeks, Tim and his slaves became a fixture in the town. Like Davie's first teacher many were concerned at such a large number of slaves arriving but they quickly came to recognise the two groups.

Everyone knew how Tim had acquired his chain gangs and rickshaw boys. No one had any sympathy for them as the chain gangs proved their worth. As Charles and Tim had hoped, the chain gangs proved far more economic on small jobs. Although Charles' business was primarily aimed at supplying building firms, the slaves found themselves digging gardens for the elderly, joining volunteers to clear a ditch or helping the caretaker of the church hall to clear the gutters.

It was good publicity for the business. The slaves were kept busy and the overseers who were free men found more and more overtime available.

Charles insisted that Tim catch up with his school work and plan on going to college or university. Andy became Charles assistant and helped run the business. Joe and Ryan took over running the house while Ty wrestled with the garden.

Those who knew Charles were pleased to see him looking so much better and cheerful. The chain gangs worked hard and the boys that went to school were polite and well behaved.

Small communities don't always have a clear leader. However sometimes they can be uncertain how to react and follow someone's lead.

Davie had threatened his first teacher. It had been careful and Davie could have claimed to have been misunderstood. However the teacher was not that popular so the class enjoyed the idea that someone had got the better of him. It got exaggerated in the telling and the resulting gossip became the focal point for Tim's critics to rally round.

Added to that was Davie's insistence of greeting or saying goodbye to Tim by leaping up, wrapping his arms round his neck and his legs round his waist. It was disrespectful behaviour for a slave and odd behaviour for a school boy.

On the other hand, they were impeccably behaved when carrying out their duties. The rest of the schools staff found both Davie and Jimmy to be excellent students and the boys treated the staff with the same easy respect that they showed Tim.

Morgan was also well known around the town. He was getting better but no one was completely sure how to treat him. Tim's boys took him on, almost as their own project. Somehow no matter what Tim or Charles were doing the rickshaw was available to take him home after school. When he protested Richie would insist would that he was not a slave and had to behave accordingly.

It was another example of the boy's odd behaviour but most smiled quietly to themselves and waited to see what would happen next.

It was on the Thursday after Davie and Jimmy started school that someone first broke ranks and showed any sort of approval of the boys.

Morgan was having a bad day. He was tired, had a particularly bad headache and needed to buy some school things. Jimmy and Davie could have gone with him but accepted that it would seem too much like fussing so they stripped off as usual and jogged home. It was another aspect of their unusual behaviour that they never took advantage of the freedom they had.

Richie took Morgan to the stationers but getting worried, insisted that Morgan go into a nearby café and rest. Richie dutifully waited outside like a good slave. A few minutes later the café owner came out to fetch Richie.

"You'd better come in," he said, "Should we phone his mother?"

"I'm just tired," Morgan said, "I wish everyone would stop fussing."

"No. You're overdoing it," Richie said, "You can sit here and do nothing for a while. No homework, no writing and no exercise. I'll take you straight home when you're feeling stronger. Get yourself something to eat and drink."

"We can't take too long. I'm coming out to you tonight," Morgan said.

"Not now, you're not," Richie said firmly, "You'll only want to help Ty mow the lawn. It'll keep until Saturday."

Tremors ran round the café at the way a mere slave was speaking to a free boy. The trouble was, everyone accepted that Richie was right but how should the café owner deal with it? The owner approached to take the order.

Defeated, Morgan ordered burger, chips and coke. The owner looked at Richie. Knowing that he was privileged to be even allowed to sit inside Richie just said, "Nothing thank you, sir."

"That's burger, chips and coke twice," the owner said, "It won't do him any good seeing you sitting there looking hungry. Oh and customers don't buy food in here for slaves so I can only charge for one."

No one complained that a slave was seated at a table, eating a free man's meal. The owner's reasoning that it was in a free boy's interest justified it. Moreover it was a public statement on how to handle Tim's boys.

In spite of his age, Tim was seen as the disciplinarian at home. He had not needed to enforce it but the boys kept a wary on him. They called Charles grandfather and loved him. Tim pretended to disapprove of how Charles handled the boys but he loved the relaxed atmosphere just as much.

The boys only had to look at the rickshaw to see how cruel Tim could be and kept Charles on side as their protector. It sounded complicated but it worked. When Charles' friends visited they had to get used to buffets where the boys mixed freely yet somehow the guests were well looked after.

Ty did not so much become an obedient slave as an ally, as determined that the household would succeed as Tim was. He felt safe there, content that someone believed his version of events and accepting that as Andy had said, this was as good as his life could get.

He had been a star sportsman at school, not particularly interested in school work so gardening, especially taming Charles' neglected grounds provided the sort of hard outdoor challenge he relished.

Morgan visited as often as he could, sleeping over the weekends. He slept in a sleeping bag in the slave quarters not bothering to dress. He also found working in the garden was good exercise, happily spending most of his time with Ty.

Morgan's mother and the school noticed a rapid improvement in him. He had people to talk to who would not laugh because he spoke so slowly and ponderously. He was busy and active which stimulated him. On the increasingly few days when he was ill, Richie in particular could make him rest and slow down.

The boys made other friends and it was not unusual for them to visit at weekends. Richie's friend Brian even visited and stayed for weekends.

Tim was not too happy about it but Charles was thoroughly enjoying the company, even inviting parents to visit and stay. The boys were aware of Tim's disapproval and behaved, not wanting to lose their peculiar privileges.

By the third weekend it seemed to be accepted that Sunday afternoons was a time to relax. Visitors could come and go as they pleased. Friends could just pop in. Only Joe and Ryan worked hard supplying refreshments but even they seemed to enjoy it. Morgan had been there since school on Friday.

Mrs Wilson arrived to be greeted by her son before he hurried off to to kick a ball around with Davie and the others. Mrs Wilson did not mind because she wanted a word with Ty.

"You know I took Morgan to see the doctors?" she said.

Ty nodded.

"They're very pleased with his progress this month. They seem to think it's down to you," she grinned, "And your slave."

Ty looked puzzled.

"He can't stop talking about you. How you're exercising him, how you play football," she put up your hand to stop Ty, "I know but he's still a little confused talking to strangers and he does say things like, 'I asked Ty if'. The doctors think you're free and own slaves. They got confused themselves when I tried to explain the set up here so I left it."

"She paused, "This is where it gets a little embarrassing. His libido took as much of a knock as the rest of him. They'd like his favourite slave here to sleep in his room, on the floor if necessary but ready to service him. What's the matter?"

All the colour had drained from Ty's face. He stared in wide eyed terror at Mrs Wilson.

"Please, I won't touch him. I promise," he sobbed.

"Concerned, she looked around for Tim. She beckoned him over and repeated their conversation.

"So what's the problem, Ty?" Tim asked.

"I wouldn't touch him and make him do anything," Ty cried.

"No one's saying you would," Tim said, "Are you thinking of that girl?"

"Yes Master," Ty replied, "I was so sure that she wanted it again. I can't risk making a mistake like that with Morgan."

"Ty was convicted of a sexual assault charge," Tim explained to Mrs Wilson, "They were both a little drunk and he denies she ever clearly refused him. The trouble was, she suddenly started yelling and claims that she was calling for help. I can't help wondering why she even went off with him when her brothers and father were obviously so close by."

"I've heard that all your slaves have doubtful convictions," Mrs Wilson said, studying Ty carefully, "I didn't realise any of them were for something this serious."

"I had intended to have Ty fitted with a chastity device," Tim said, "But he settled down so quickly I didn't bother enforcing it. Maybe I should."

"No. It'll only make him frustrated," Mrs Wilson said, "Do you trust him around your boys?"

Davie and Jimmy, you mean?" Tim asked, "It's never occurred to me not to. None of my slaves drink alcohol but I suppose he could still get a bit carried away if he got excited."

"The doctors keep saying that I'm over protective," Mrs Wilson said, "I don't think that they bargained on this though."

While they had been talking Morgan had wandered over to discover what they were talking about. Ty was just standing 'at rest', feet apart and his wrists crossed behind his back. He felt more like a slave than at any other other time since his conviction as two people he liked discussed him as if he was just a wild animal.

"I know what they said Ty did," Morgan said, "I know what all the others did as well. I didn't like the doctor talking about my sex life. I'm not going to talk about it to you, Mum. Come on Ty. We'll go for a walk through the woods. Just you and me."

He strode off, grabbing Ty by the hand and continued holding it.

"At least he's not worried," Mrs Wilson laughed, "You know, if Ty hadn't been so scared of it all I wouldn't have known. Maybe he'll be too scared to do anything rough."

"It's not that straightforward," Tim said, "I'm building a dungeon. Granddad reckons I should use it to get completely at ease handling slaves. Morgan has said something about it being somewhere where he would not be treated like an idiot or an invalid. I've banned him from going in but he does ask about what I'd do to him if I did."

"Oh!" Mrs Wilson exclaimed, "And what would you do to him? Never mind. I don't want to know. I don't suppose the doctors were thinking about this when they mentioned stimulation, either."

She though for a moment, "I suppose most boys want to play with a slave if they get a chance. Let's just keep an eye on things for now. I'll have a word with the doctors though."

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