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When You're At The Bottom

Chapters 5-8

Chapter 5

Suddenly she had to share her problems, "I've got enough problems with his father. Morgan doesn't like visiting and he's to stay with him next weekend. He's applying for more time with the boy. The courts agreed that Morgan needed his mother while he was ill, but he's still arguing that only a father can help a boy to grow up to be a man."

"Maybe Morgan should show up at the next hearing with Ty as an obedient body slave complete with welts," Tim laughed, "You know, learning to be a master and practising 'Punishment and Deterrence'."

"You know, that might help," Mrs Wilson said seriously, "I'll have a word with my solicitor."

Tim had only been joking and was uncertain how to reply.

"I think Ty should volunteer for this though," Tim said, "Otherwise I'll either have to crush all the life out of him or risk him playing up in court."

"It'll have to be quick though," Mrs Wilson said, "If he refuses to visit next weekend his father will want a hearing as soon as possible."

In fact Tim did not get a chance to speak to Ty until the following evening as they all relaxed after dinner. He repeated the conversation with Mrs Wilson.

"Could Morgan have a room, Granddad?" Ty asked, "What about the one you don't like. You know, the one with a slave room with the cage and punishment horse."

"He can have it if he wants when he stays. Why?" Charles answered.

"Then I could be his body slave for real," Ty said, "It would be more convincing."

"Yes but he's a gentle boy," Tim said, "We'll either harden him up like his father wants or it'll still look phoney."

"Not if we say it's role play," Ty said, "He treats the rest of the boys the same as always and after the hearing we could switch roles so he knows what it's like from both sides."

"We'll see," Tim said, "It's a generous offer and your cock seems keen on the idea. So does Joe's. Let's try a bit of role play now. Joe, you know that box of toys we found in the dungeon. Go and fetch a pair of handcuffs, a clip to attach them to a collar and two of the nastiest chastity devices you can find.

Joe nervously obeyed then followed Tim's further instructions to cuff Ty's hands behind his head.

"OK, Ty is Joe's sex slave for the evening. Joe will cum inside Ty and over Ty. Joe will also keep Ty on edge desperate to come for as long as possible. If either of you hold back on my instructions in any way, I'll put the devices on both of you until the weekend.

"I'm not sure I want you playing that sort of game," Charles said, "It could upset things."

"It's not a game or rather, it is a game but it has a purpose," Tim said, "I'll punish any slave if I have to but we talk about playing games in the dungeon. Ty can have an idea of what it feels like to be a sex slave. If he still volunteers we'll set it up with Morgan. Once it starts though he'll be stuck with it as part of his slave duties and I'll punish him if he fouls up. I'll change tonight a little though. Ty, you're Joe's slave for the night. Obey him properly or I'll punish you. Joe, it's up to you whether you keep him cuffed."

Ty looked at Tim, nodding thoughtfully before approaching Joe, kneeling and bending forward to kiss Joe's feet. He sat back on his haunches looking at Joe expectantly. His cock was rock hard pointing towards the ceiling.

As they watched so Joe's cock swelled and rose to full attention. Tim glanced down at Davie who was just as erect as he looked up his lover

"Can I do that to you one day?" he asked, "Cuff you, I mean?"

"Come on Andy," Charles commanded huskily, "Let's go to bed. Leave the others to clear up."

The others looked expectantly at Tim.

"Not tonight," he said, "Joe can get his slave to do the work if he likes. The rest of you can watch a little television. Just make sure you're all up in the morning. Davie, bedroom, now."

Tim made do with a dressing gown cord to tie Davie's hands together and then to the headboard. He lay on side, one arm propping up his head. His other hand covered Davie's cock.

"Are you really into these sorts of games?" he asked.

"It's not really a game, is it?" Davie asked, "I really am your slave."

"I don't push it though," Tim said, "You've got to behave in public but I don't bother so much when we're home."

"No," Davie conceded, "That's why I love you. What about the other way round. Supposing you were my slave for say, I dunno, a fortnight?"

"My arse is twitching," Tim replied, "I can almost feel you caning me. It's making me feel good right between my legs and up my cock. I think I'd like to try it sometime but there's other things. I want to gag you, turn you on your stomach and lay into your back with my belt. How about if I leave you as are but tie your legs above your head. I could just drill into you and not worry about hurting you. It's too easy to go too far."

"Jimmy and I knew the risks when we took voluntary enslavement," Davie said. He jerked then swung his legs upward until they were behind his head, resting on the headboard, "Promise me one thing. If you try something and I can't handle it, don't do it again."

Tim stroked Davie's arse before fingering his opening and pushing in a little. Davie squirmed happily enjoying the sensations. Tim bent forward and kissed him before letting his tongue explore.

He sat back pulling Davie's legs down and released his hands.

"There's still too much going on," Tim said, "Just hold me. Don't forget that you've got school tomorrow. Jerk off now then let's get some sleep."

Tim felt Davie's disappointment. He remembered what John had said about being half-hearted in how he treated Davie. He also vaguely understood Davie's need to be part of things.

"I know, but it is a school night," he whispered, "Do you know what I'd like to do this weekend? Keep you prisoner in the dungeon as a pain and fuck slave. The problem is, you'd go to school next week with the marks to prove it happened."

Davie suddenly shot his load, splashing it against the wall behind him. Tim was amazed at the intensity of Davie's orgasm who collapsed into the bed completely spent.

"I'd better do my homework first," he said.

Tim burst into laughter. Davie joined in as they hugged each other, both completely relaxed. Davie turned over to spoon into Tim and fell into a deep contented sleep with Tim's cock deep inside him.

Many voluntary or temporary slaves were bullied at school. Often they were highly embarrassed and it made them easy targets. Davie was proud of being Tim's slave. Not in the sense that any slave should be proud of serving his master but in the sense that he was supporting the man he loved.

He might run naked to school as Tim's runner then put on his school uniform but he would still leap at Tim planting a kiss on his lips. If Tim collected him then sometimes he would talk animatedly about something that had happened, deliver his kiss before stripping to become the dutiful slave. Everyone came to recognise the kiss as the switching point between schoolboy and slave.

Tim still wanted someone else to be in charge. In many ways, Davie was the dominant force in their relationship. He possessed a natural confidence that Tim lacked. On the other hand he was still young enough to want adults, Tim in particular, to be in charge.

The result was that his classmates were in awe of him and his lifestyle. They had all seen Tim's rickshaw ponies and knew how he had entrapped them. They had also seen the slave labourers that Tim owned. It made Tim a little scary. That Davie had no fear of Tim made Davie seem so much stronger.

Davie was aware of his reputation. Apart from sensations he felt when he thought of what Tim could do to him he also wondered whether a few bruises and welts would add to his tough guy image. There was something else. He never deliberately thought about it but it drifted in the back of his mind.

Unlike his last school he was well behaved and did his best with his lessons, quickly becoming top of the class. Many teachers liked his quick wit and intelligence, appreciating a demanding but willing student.

Others demanded blind obedience believing that students should just listen to their betters. Sooner or later Davie was going to fall foul of one of the latter types, probably that first teacher who had asked him to introduce himself. He was setting himself up to deal with it.

When another boy was caned, it was just before a break. Davie went over to him to comfort him while some of the others were sniggering at his tears.

"Let it all out," Davie said hugging him, "I cry and it helps. When I calm down I'm ready to go."

Davie could have meant ready for the next class or he could have meant more torture at the hands of Tim. If, or rather when, Davie was caned, his classmates would feel almost let down if he did not cry. What they would now watch was how soon he would be ready to take on the teachers again.

To go to school covered in welts bruises would show that he had accepted punishments far greater than a teacher could administer, making it far harder for them to threaten him. Taking everything into consideration, he was looking forward to a weekend of torture.

The next morning, after Jimmy and Davie had gone to school, Tim was looking around the grounds. Ty approached him.

"Tell Morgan, I'll do it," he said.

"You might try phrasing that a little differently," Tim retorted.

"I'm sorry Master. I'm willing to be Morgan's body slave if he wishes it."

"It sounds as if Joe gave you an easy time, last night."

Ty shuddered, "No way. God alone knows how long he kept me needing to cum. When he told me to jerk off, I barely touched it. Then he made me get hard hard again to fuck him then again to get a blow job. Then while he fucked me he was stroking me again. It hurts like fuck if it even thinks about getting hard."

"I suppose I can allow 'hurt like fuck' in the circumstances. I hope Granddad doesn't speak to me about your language."

"I'm sorry, Master," Ty said, "I do try but sometimes you seem more like a friend than a master."

Tim leant forward to take hold of Ty's cock and began stroking gently.

"You don't try hard enough. As punishment you can stand there until you've jerked off twice."

"Yes Master," Ty grimaced as he grabbed his cock, "Maybe you should whip me as punishment."

"That's an odd thing to ask for. Is your cock that sore?"

"No Master. It's just that I like Morgan."

"It still doesn't make sense," Tim said.

"I really felt confused when Zoe suddenly changed her mind. I'm not confused with Morgan. He can call the shots like Joe did last night and he might change his mind."

Tim waited.

"I like Morgan," Ty said again, "I want to help him. He should know that I can be beaten."

"Leave your cock alone, Ty," Tim said, "Morgan would probably feel sorry for you if I whipped you. Did anything happen when you went for a walk the other day?"

"No Master. We talked. He handled my cock a bit but I think he just wanted to know what his would be like in a couple of years.

"I'm still not sure what's on your mind so I'll say this," Tim began, "If you hurt Morgan in any way, I'll have you castrated with a blunt knife, the wound cauterised with a red hot poker and then I'll crucify you. That's your master saying what he needs to say. As your friend I have trouble knowing how to handle Davie. In spite of what he wants I worry that I might go too far."

Tim paused, "You're in the same boat as Davie, you want your master, no, partner to be more aggressive. This is not an order but a suggestion. Talk to him. If it impresses his dad that he's got a submissive obedient slave then it'll do his confidence a power of good. Of course the idea of you being submissive or obedient is pretty way out."

Ty grinned, "I'm sorry master. I think that's why I said whip me. Get me used to being scared of my master."

"I've got a better idea," Tim said, "Get Morgan used to handling you as just a slave this week and you go with him to his father's. Think about it though. I think his father's a bully. He'll give you a rough time."

"Stop giving me the cop outs," Ty snapped, "Is it your wish to lend me to Morgan this weekend?"

Tim laughed.

"Yes Master," he replied.

Ty grinned, "In that case boy, order me to keep a cane nearby so that anyone, including Grandfather can punish me if I step out of line."

He became serious, "Please, I know it sounds weird or kinky but I don't want to foul up for Morgan."

"OK but this really is a volunteer's job. I won't phone Mrs Wilson until after lunch. You've got until then to change your mind."

For the rest of the week, Ty enjoyed an odd mix of unrelenting discipline and a stream of praise and treats. With the cane not far away he learnt to call Morgan master, everyone else sir, while always standing either at rest with his feet apart and his wrists crossed behind his back or at display with his hands behind his head.

When Morgan was there, he knelt as Andy and Davie did with their masters learning how to serve him. In his turn, Morgan learned how to ignore Ty unless he wanted something. He also got used to handling Ty's body and administering his own canings if necessary.

Somehow, they all seemed to be eating Ty's favourite meals while he always seemed to have the largest plate. There was always someone to help in the garden.

Sometimes Tim sat in the garden doing his work. He even invited Ty across to sit and have a glass of lemonade if there was no one else around. By the end of the week it was not Tim he leapt to attention for, it was Morgan.

Even Charles was impressed.

"He's more of a slave than some of the beaten wretches I've seen in other peoples homes," he said, "The trouble is, I worry about what he would say if we didn't do our bit and run this place properly."

Tim laughed.

"It's the modern way," he said, "They seem to talk about 'Training and Rehabilitation' more than they used to. According to that book by Robert Smith, it's in the slave's interest to live in a well run home. If the master fails then the slaves will end up in a black brothel or a hard labour gang. Either way they don't live long. If they accept the discipline then they can have some quality of life."

"True but I bet Ty would rather be partying with his football mates. I'm surprised he doesn't resent it and play up more."

"I don't think his parents treated him badly," Tim said, "But I get the impression that they were disappointed that he was struggling in school. He's not stupid but there were subjects that he couldn't get his head around. He was hovering around the middle of the class instead of top."

"And you think that's why he's so anxious to show us what he can do."

"He's a couple of years younger than me. I don't know but it makes sense."

"Morgan seems happy enough. So does Ty if it comes to that. What are the chances of him being freed?"

"None unless there's new evidence. Mark and Craig bought him for a new snuff movie they were planning. He was lucky that they were arrested before they started making it."

"He was also lucky that you studied the files and picked up on the discrepencies," Charles said, "No other householder would have risked a sexual offender. If it wasn't for you he'd be screaming his life away in a black brothel."

Tim shrugged, "Maybe. Let's see what happens this weekend. I'm keeping it free and I'm going to have some fun with Davie."

Morgan picked Ty up straight from school on the Friday. Mrs Wilson was going to drive them to Morgan's father. Tim and Charles were enjoying a quiet chat after dinner while Davie anxiously wondered about Tim's plans for him. They were all startled when the phone rang.

A patrol had picked up two boys after curfew and needed a responsible adult.

"It's a bit odd, sir," the policeman said, "The slave is called Ty and he correctly identified you as his owner. His chip confirmed the ID. Forgive me but the other one seems a little slow. All we get is 'Go to Tim's' and 'Voluntary enslavement'. The slave claims that his name is Morgan."

"Yes I know Morgan," Tim explained, "He's not slow. He's recovering from an operation and he gets flustered when he's excited. Just give him time. He's supposed to be staying at his father's with his body slave. I don't know what's happened. So how can I help?"

"We need to contact his father but the boy refuses to give an address."

"His mother has custody at the moment. I'll give you her phone number," Tim said, "If I can make a suggestion, trust Ty. Let him calm Morgan down."

"The slave's already had a heavy whipping, tonight. Isn't he a troublemaker?"

"Only if you try to hurt Morgan," Tim said, "Is Ty all right?"

"If he's valuable enough I'd get a doctor to look at him. I know a couple who don't get soft treating slaves."

"Get him to the hospital, please," Tim said, "I want him looked after until we know what happened. You can trust him with Morgan."

"Yes, I think I can," the policeman said.

While he and Tim were talking, Ty knelt down in front of Morgan. The policeman could not hear what they were saying but Morgan put his hands on Ty's shoulders and breathed slowly and deeply . As the policeman watched, Morgan pulled the slave to his feet and wrapped his arms around the slave. Ty could not respond because his hands had been cuffed behind his back.

"Ty's hurt," Morgan said when the policeman approached, "He n… eeds help."

He smiled, pleased that he had got his message out with only one stutter.

"OK," the policeman said, "His owner says that I can take him to hospital. Now, why are you out so late?"

"D… ad th… inks th… th… th…" Morgan stuttered, "Ty."

"His father gets impatient with him, sir," Ty said, "It makes him worse. Morgan isn't a useless cripple who needs to get his act together. His father shouldn't say it in front of his friends just to make them laugh. I tried to help and his father took me down to the cellar to whip me for insolence. Morgan was yelling no and his father knocked him out of the way. All his father's friends were just laughing at Morgan.

Ty stopped and sobbed, "Morgan jumped behind me and released my hands. I think he might have got a lash as well before his father realised what was happening. His father just looked on. Morgan dragged me up the stairs before his father yelled for someone to grab us. Morgan just kept running and we were out the door and running down the street. I think Morgan would have kept on running until he got to his mother's house if you hadn't stopped us, sir."

"Tim's house," Morgan said, "I want to be enslaved to him."

"I'm surprised that they didn't keep after you," the policeman said, "They should have caught you up."

"I'm not allowed to describe free men as fat, beer bellied slobs, sir so I don't know how to answer."

The policeman stared at him.

"Don't be insolent or I'll give you another beating," he snapped.

"You won't," Morgan shouted angrily, "Dad is a fat, beer bellied slob."

"Easy, son," the policeman said, "At least you didn't stammer. Are you feeling better?"

Morgan was still wrapped around Ty. He nodded. The policeman looked at Ty.

"Your owner says that you can be trusted. Don't let him down."

He stepped behind Ty and removed the handcuffs. Ty immediately hugged Morgan.

The policeman turned to his colleague.

"I think the best thing we can do is get them both checked out at the hospital then take them to see this Tim Matheson. I wonder if it's the same Tim Matheson that captured those dealers."

"I doubt it," his colleague replied, "This one seems a bit soft with his slaves. We'll probably find a riot there. Why not just take Morgan to his mother's?"

"I just want to check things out," the policeman said, "I agree, the slave seems a bit wild to me. I can't leave him running around, out of control."

It was after midnight when they reached Charles' house. Far from a riot, slaves rallied round guiding Morgan and Ty to bed while others made a fuss of their guests. Mrs Wilson was there as well.

They exchanged information and the policemen left filled with coffee and snacks which Ryan had hastily prepared.

"I've heard of these new ideas," the policeman said as they got into the car, "It's the first time I've seen it work so well."

Morgan's father had lost a lot of face in front of his friends. He skirted just on the edge of what was legal so was wary of the authorities. It was part of the reason that he called off the chase. He did not want to attract too much attention.

He covered himself by telling his drinking buddies that letting Morgan and Ty escape was his idea.

"It's proof, you see," he slurred into his beer, "He needs a man to discipline him and build him up. You saw how he hid behind that slave when I tried to get him to talk proper."

"Yeah that's right," another contributed eyeing the free beer that needed drinking, "You should have killed that fucking slave then taken the whip to your boy."

Not caring that all the support he was getting came from the beer he was supplying, Mr. Wilson contacted his lawyer first thing the following Monday morning. If anything could encourage the authorities to move quickly it was the idea that a youngster was 'wild and out of control. The result was that summonses were issued almost immediately and a week later Mrs Wilson was bringing Morgan to a custody hearing. Ty was with them.

"You'll be sitting with your mother," the usher said, "The slave will have to wait in the pen downstairs."

"No," Morgan said, shaking his vigorously, "I'm si… tting a… lone. Ty my ass… ist…ant."

"I'm sure that your mother can put your case for you," the usher said, "We only allow this if you can't live with either parent."

"Yes," Morgan said.

Mrs Wilson looked shocked and Ty was not certain what Morgan was doing. Everyone had assumed that he only mentioned voluntary enslavement to stop from being returned to his father.

The usher shrugged, "Very well. I'll inform the judge."

Morgan turned and hugged his mother.

"I love you Mum," he whispered, "I want to stay with you but you're going to lose. There's a guy I know. He used to work with the YPS. He runs a café now. He's told me what to do."

"No we'll sort something out," Mrs Wilson sobbed, "You're not well enough to handle this on your own."

"Davie says his mother still thinks that he's a kid," Morgan said, "I've got to tell the judge I'm not."

She might have argued further but Mr. Wilson arrived.

"Still mollycoddling the boy, are you?" he sneered, "That's why he's still a cripple. I'll soon sort him out."

"Hello Darren," Mrs Wilson said, "Still your usual charming self, I see."

"Get that fucking slave into the pens," Mr. Wilson yelled, "I'll deal with it later."

Morgan clicked his fingers and pointed to the floor beside him. Ty promptly knelt down beside Morgan who glared defiantly at his father.

"I said fucking get rid of the fucking slave," Mr. Wilson roared.

An official hurried over.

"Please control your language, sir," he said, "We do not allow staff to be abused."

"Just take that thing to the pen," Mr. Wilson snapped.

"Is he your slave, sir?" the official asked.

"He will be when I get control of my son."

"Excuse me," Mrs Wilson said, "Ty belongs to a Mr. Tim Matheson. He's on loan to my son."

"Very well. He seems obedient enough so I have no authority to remove him. You could object to the judge if he's taken into court."

"Too f… Too right I will," Mr. Wilson exclaimed.

The usher arrived showing them into a room showing them to seats around a long table. Morgan was seated at one end while his parents were seated on either side, towards the middle. Ty obediently knelt beside Morgan.

"This a very informal hearing," the usher said, "Please remain seated when His Honour enters. Mr. Wilson please wait until His Honour is seated then lodge your objection to the slave."

The judge had barely settled before Mr. Wilson rapped out, "That slave shouldn't be in here. This is a family affair."

"Good Morning everyone," Judge Stone said calmly, "Are there any other applications?"

No one spoke.

"Very well. I'm allowing the slave to remain. He is obedient and I have no objection to anything that may comfort a child in this court."

He glanced down at his papers, "Very well. The main guideline is that a teenage boy should be in the charge of an adult able to discipline him. The father is always first choice. However Morgan's mother wishes to retain custody on the grounds that he is still recovering and it seems that Morgan himself has an application."

He paused for a moment, "I would like to hear from Morgan first. Who would you like to stay with, Morgan"

"T… im Ma… a… Tim Ma…" he stammered then stopped in panic.

"Oh spit it out boy," Mr. Wilson snapped angrily, "We all know you talk."

Ty glared angrily at Mr. Wilson before sliding round to face Morgan and took his hand.

"Take a deep breath, Master," he said quietly, "Now breathe out slowly. Again slowly. Now tell me his first name."

"Tim," Morgan replied, "Tim Ma… the… son."

"OK. I understand. Tim Matheson. The name appears in Mrs Wilson's affidavit. The information I have here is that Mr. Matheson is only seventeen years old. He's hardly mature enough to impose the necessary standard of discipline. Just one point. Slave who is your owner?"

"Mr. Matheson, sir," Ty replied, "I'm on loan to Master Morgan."

"So you're putting on a show for us," Judge Stone irritably, "I don't like games in my court."

"It… It…" Morgan looked at Ty and took a deep breath, "It's not a game. F… etch a whip, Ty."

Ty looked at the usher who held out his hand to a guard standing by the door. Morgan collected it before guiding Ty to bend over the table. Standing back he flicked his wrist so that the whip lashed Ty's buttocks curling round his leg. He landed three more.

Each time Ty yelled or screamed and at the end he was crying freely.

The adults were shocked.

"Would you all come here," Morgan said, "Ty, stay."

As they all complied, Morgan pointed at the scars on Ty's shoulders.

He took a deep breath, "Dad is a bully. He cut deep. Ty is in… jured. Ty is a slave. I whipped him to show you. I hurt him. I did not injure him. He is strong… and brave. He'll be OK. Dad could have killed him. I understand discipline. So does Tim. Dad does not… only hurting."

"Very well. Let's all sit down again," Judge Stone said, "With Morgan's permission, Usher see if you can find something for Ty's backside."

"No," Morgan said, "I need Ty now. Tonight we'll look after him when I don't need him."

"Very well," the judge said, "You've made your point. You're not playing games. I have a report from the hospital. It does say that you seem to lose ground after contact with your father. Your distinction between discipline and bullying is well taken. I'm ready to make a decision."

He looked at the papers again, "The Usher indicates that you'll be voluntarily enslaved to Mr. Matheson rather than live with your father.

"I assume that Mr. Matheson is as unaware of your wishes as we were. Since he's not present I cannot ascertain his position. I'm granting custody to Mrs Wilson for a fortnight. During that time you, Morgan, will sort out a working relationship with Mr. Matheson.

"You've demonstrated that you understand the concept of strict discipline and I assume that you expect the same standards to be applied to you.

"I am rejecting Mr. Wilson's request for custody because of the medical reports. Morgan's demonstration clarified those reports as did Mr. Wilson's impatience in this court. This hearing is adjourned for two weeks."

"You can't do that," Mr. Wilson yelled, "He's my son and I demand that I get control of him."

"We might be informal but this is still a court of law," Judge Stone said icily, "You are in contempt. Your choice of words is interesting. I will add the fact that you want to 'get control' of him to my decision. Is there anything else?"

Mr. Wilson glared angrily around the room and stomped out.

"You may wait here and give him time to leave," Judge Stone said, "Both of you boys showed an impressive level of maturity in this hearing. Off the record, does Mr. Matheson approve of freeing slaves?"

"Yes, Your Honour," Morgan replied.

"If Ty's status is ever reviewed then I hope that he is successful. The hearing's adjourned so I'm just being curious. I'd like to know more about you all."

Ty's whipping in the court had been unjust, painful and humiliating. Even though he understood Morgan's reasons, he nearly rebelled feeling resentful, even hating Morgan. Yet Morgan's comments about him being strong and brave stood out. He had agreed to be Morgan's slave knowing that it would be a challenge and now he had impressed a man as important as Judge Stone.

His resentment faded and as Morgan relaxed, wrapping his hand around the slave's shoulder so Ty broke his pose and leant in towards Morgan.

Finally he said in answer to one of the judges questions, "It's not really a game, sir. I volunteered to serve Morgan and I could have refused. Once I started I was committed. If I play up now, it'll only hurt Morgan and I don't want that."

It was later, that evening, when everyone was gathered around Charles and Tim that the conversation continued.

"We don't mean to but we're needling the conservatives," Charles said, "It's daft but one of the complaints I've heard is that Davie and Jimmy are undermining the system. They're too well behaved."

"That doesn't make sense, Grandfather," Ryan said.

"It seems that by being so willing to act as runners and act like well behaved slaves it seems to be less like 'Punishment and Deterrence'."

"But we are slaves," Jimmy said.

"Yes but you weren't enslaved as a punishment," Charles said, "You're not having obedience whipped into you."

"I don't know," Andy laughed, "Master Morgan seems to be trying it on Ty."

"Yeah and he's got a long way to go," Tim added also laughing.

"I'd heard how you'd gone to that café after the hearing and Ty was allowed to sit and eat with Morgan and his mother," Charles said, "I think people were ringing me up to complain about it before you'd got home. Why they thought it important enough to disturb me at work, I don't know."

So what do we do?"

"Nothing," Charles said, "I get a lot of favourable comments as well. Some are beginning to feel sorry for Mark and Craig and think we're too harsh. We can't win except for the work gangs. No one seems to care about them."

"Do you think that there'll be trouble?" Andy asked.

"No," Charles replied, "Morgan might change things though. If he stays then we'll be going against conventional thinking. We might find 'Parents In Charge' stirring up trouble if Mr. Wilson appeals to them."

He glanced between Jimmy and Tim, "I think that your parents might be talking to them as well. Your mother hinted as much when we spoke after Claude's visit. I don't think that they can do much but they might put us in the spotlight."

"We've caused you enough trouble," Mrs Wilson said, "Morgan and I should go. We'll figure something else out."

"Nonsense," Charles exclaimed, "Of course Morgan can stay here. If he's willing to be voluntarily enslaved then so much the better. You can visit whenever you like. We'll have another room made up and you can stay when you wish. Ty can carry on as his body servant. I think he should meet Morgan from school especially if he can't be met by the rickshaw. When Morgan's at school or doesn't need him then TY can still look after the garden. If it gets too much then we'll find another slave."

"Can I work in the garden?" Morgan asked, "We could work together then."

"I don't see why not," Charles replied, "I like what we've got here. It's still a home. Let's all feel safe here but outside, Tim must be as strict as he can. Richie, Ty, can you handle that?"

Both boys nodded.

"It always seems easier if there's a reason," Ty said, "I feel like I'm a part of things."

"That's right, Grandfather," Richie said, "I love it here. I'll try to be the best runner in the world when we go out."

"Ty's cock certainly does," Davie grinned.

"We don't discuss that sort of thing in front of ladies," Charles said sternly, "I know slaves are naked and we can see for ourselves but your remark was indelicate.

"Sorry, Mrs Wilson," Davie said, "I didn't mean to be rude."

"Don't worry," Mrs Wilson said, "I'm used to seeing you all naked, even Tim. If Morgan's staying then he'll have to get used to being naked in front of me as well.

"I already am when I help Ty," Morgan said, "Even Tim seems to be willing to take orders from Ty and Grandfather if he helps in the garden."

"He'd rather be sitting on the floor like one of us," Jimmy giggled, "He could cuddle Davie then."

"I can do that anyway. He can still sit on my lap," Tim exclaimed, "And I can beat you if you don't behave."

"No he can't," Jimmy said, "He'd still be jumping up to serve you. He'll relax more if you stop being the master."

"He's right you know," Ty said, "Grandfather is becoming more like the master. He's doing it your way so it's not a bad thing. Andy's getting up to speed as Grandfather's assistant. Joe and Ryan are coping with the house. Morgan and I can keep the garden under control."

He paused uncertainly, "You've said that you're worried that you're getting too far behind with your studies. Maybe Andy and I should take you out to the stables each day and chain you out there until you've completed your assignments. Let's show you what we can do without you prowling around all the time."

"The overseers at the yard would like that," Charles chuckled, "They can do their jobs perfectly well without you constantly checking on the slaves behaviour."

"I like it," Davie said, "He could do the same to me while I do my homework. I'd be ready for him afterwards as well. What do you say, Tim?"

"I have fallen behind and I do want to be ready for my exams year," Tim said thoughtfully, "Perhaps I do need a bit of a push but only if Granddad runs it. OK?"

"Good for you, Tim," Charles said, "You've got until bedtime to change your mind but then you're committed just as much as Ty is."

"That's not long," Tim exclaimed.

Charles grinned evilly, "Andy and Ty will be coming for you when Davie gets up for school. If you're getting yourself ready they'll let you carry on. If you're still in bed then they'll hose you down outside the stable and you can do your stuff in a bucket. Either way, you'll be settled down to your course work before Ty goes on the school run."

"I'm still not sure that it's a good way for an owner to behave," Tim said.

"I want my master to succeed," Andy interjected, "I'll take anything and I'll give anything that helps him. Besides, you've given me to Grandfather. I have to obey him."

"I'm older and bigger than you," Tim said, "You couldn't force me."

"I was on the school wrestling team," Andy responded, "I could pin you down easily enough."

Tim gave into events. He was relieved that his grandfather was so well and so obviously in control of events. Charles had needed help and it was down to Tim's slave handling that it was all working so well. Tim was simply unsettled. He had gone from being drawn into Mark and Craig's world to expecting to take over from his grandfather to realising that he could resume his ambition of becoming an engineer.

He found himself becoming more interested in the building industry which was a form of engineering. He was still coming to terms with the idea that he was rich enough that he did not need to work. He was working with an accountant on building a portfolio and he was actually earning money faster than he was spending it. With so many possibilities buzzing around his head he did feel that he needed help to sort them out.

Davie noticed a difference that night. Tim was not cruel or harsh but he ploughed into Davie more urgently and forcefully. When he came inside his boy, Davie felt as if Tim's cock was pushing into his stomach. It was an exaggeration but Tim did seem to penetrate deeper than ever before.

Davie slept happily aware that Tim was holding him tightly, pleased that he could satisfy his man's demands. Tim slept feeling a slight tingle in his skin as he considered the next day.

Next morning, he got up with Davie joining the boys for breakfast for the first time. He had a sense of reporting to Andy who took him out to the stable. He was still naked. It was not unusual but that morning as the boys had jostled around him it emphasised his acceptance of his new role.

That first day had an erotic feel to it. One ankle was manacled to an eye-bolt in the floor by a long chain. He could stand up, wander around, even stand outside if wanted to but it was Andy or Ty who checked up on him rather than the other way around.

Once he was done he tidied up his files ready for Charles to check them that night along with the other boys' homework. Ty unlocked the chain from the eye-bolt, picking it up to lead Tim to the mower.

"Grandfather thinks some hard work will do you good now," he said, "I won't chain you to the mower unless you skive off. I never thought I could get interested in boys but I could bend you over the handlebars and fuck the life out of you. How committed are you? As much as you want me to be with Morgan?"

Tim drew himself up putting his hands behind his head and spreading his feet in the traditional display position.

"Study periods, I'm a hundred per cent committed, sir," he replied, "I've been thinking about going to the gym to build myself up a bit. How about being my personal trainer?"

Ty leant forward and grabbed Tim's balls. He looked up at Tim waiting for a reaction. Tim smiled.

"I said, I'm a hundred per cent committed," he said, "Besides I don't want Granddad ordering Andy and you to gang up on me. Talk to Granddad if you want but not to me."

Ty moved behind Tim, feeling his arse cheeks before sliding his hand between Tim's legs.

"I'm not gay," Ty said, "At least I wasn't before I came here. Now I could easily fuck you or have you blow me."

He paused before adding shyly, "Morgan's done it to me and it doesn't feel so bad."

"I try not to remind you that you're a slave, Ty," Tim said, "But you're still what your master wants you to be. If you're ever freed you might want a slave boy to play with sometimes but you'll still get married and enjoy producing kids."

"Thanks, Tim," Ty said, "You want me to be your personal trainer. Then we'd better get started."

He stood beside Tim

"When I say down, get on the ground ready for press ups. We'll do fifty."

Tim managed forty before collapsing to the ground while Ty completed the set then straddled Tim, nestling his cock in Tim's crack.

"I can fuck you and you can't stop me," he whispered as he leant forward, "I might put you across my knee and spank you. Do you want to back out?"

"Davie and I want to play in the dungeon," Tim said, "Don't do anything you can't take."

Ty stood up.

"Roll over," he commanded, "We'll try sit ups next."

Again Tim was unable to complete the number Ty wanted. When he took his turn he completed them easily.

"I'm two years younger than you and you're bigger than me," Ty said, "You should be able win every time. During these sessions I'm going to take your arse and spank you whenever I feel like it. You'll take it until you can fight me off."

Tim sensed that Ty was still testing the boundaries, trying to figure just how hard he could push.

"OK, you're giving me a goal," Tim replied, "Stop asking and just do."

Ty shrugged, "OK, we'll go for a run. Don't worry, you should wear shorts and I'll be the obedient slave."

Chapter 6

That first session was patchy and Ty did not push things too much. It gave him the confidence he needed to handle his master. That evening he nervously recounted the session to Charles in front of the others.

"So how many times did you spank him?" Davie asked.

"I didn't," Ty replied defensively.

"That was a mistake," Davie exclaimed, "I though that you should start tough then ease up. Did you fuck him?"

"That's enough," Tim snapped angrily.

"No it's not," Davie retorted, "You want to know what it's like to be the slave and Ty can show you. I can stuff a large dildo up your arse but Ty's got a bigger cock than me. You want to know what it feels like. I don't mind because you're hornier with me. The only thing that's stopping you is you worry about things getting out of control here."

Tim glared angrily at Davie, uncertain how to reply. Tim sometimes had the uncanny feeling that Davie could read his mind. Davie took it for granted that Tim would want sex with the older slaves but Tim was a little worried about upsetting the boy.

His thoughts were interrupted as Davie snapped, "TY, Andy, take Tim down to the dungeon and tie him onto the horse."

The three older boys stared at Davie before turning to Charles.

"There's something you life slaves should know," Charles began, "Tim is paying for a law firm to look out for your interests. Richie would probably be freed now but the authorities are doing everything they can to stall. The judge who convicted him is very much of the old guard and everyone is rallying around to defend him. It's all costing Tim money. They are also being paid to keep Ty's case open to look for evidence."

Charles glanced between Andy, Joe and Ryan, "Your convictions were a bit over the top but there's nothing much to work on. Tim's concentrating on revoking your enslavement at some point. That means that you'll have to prove to a court that you've been properly punished so that you're unlikely to offend again, you have the means to support yourself and you have somewhere to live.

Charles looked around again making sure he had everyone's attention, "That's why your behaviour in public is so important. Every time you're seen with a blistered backside or welts across your back you're helping Tim by showing 'Punishment and Deterrence'. It's not something I understood at first but I do now.

He paused, considering his next remarks, "Personally I think discipline here is excellent and I don't think any of you would want to get on the wrong side of Tim. The question is, are you willing to go that extra mile for him as he is for you?

Ty nodded, "Yes. Anything he wants."

The others also nodded in agreement.

"Very well. Tim needs his own discipline and a bit of physical training. His school reports have never been that good and he's never had that many friends. Andy was the star wrestler for his school team. He should start teaching Tim. He's starting a new school for his exam year. He'll be the new boy. He takes after me and is good looking. With your help, he'll be fit, sporty and academic. It'll make it easier for him to fit in."

"What do you say, Master?" Andy asked.

Before Tim could answer, Ty leapt up only to kneel in front of Tim with his wrists crossed behind his back.

"Please, Master," he said respectfully waiting for Tim who nodded.

"If I'm freed I'll go back to my parents. They'll still be disappointed that I won't become an accountant. I think that there's something between them and Zoe's parents but I don't know what. I want to stay here as your slave. I trust you and I trust Morgan. I worry about meeting another girl. What if she's like Zoe?

"I'd like to ask for something though. I'd like to train you until you can defeat me. Would you trust me to do that, please? This may sound weird but when you can beat me will you be really hard on me. Really take control of me."

"That does sound weird," Tim said, "Can you explain?"

"I don't know," Ty responded, "My parents saw themselves as being the leaders of the community. Not just them but all the professionals and that's how they saw me; as a future one. I'm not but you are Master. More than them. You can change things. It feels better when you're in charge."

"I'm not following," Charles said.

"Maybe I could become a gardener or something," Ty tried, "I'm good at practical stuff and when he starts school Master Tim needs to forget I helped him. He'll just need a slave who obeys him."

"I still don't think that I understand," Charles said, "You want Tim to come down hard on you because you'll feel safe as his slave and he needs to act more like a Master. Is that right?"

"Yes Grandfather," Ty replied, "And I feel good when I'm being pushed."

"You're a good boy, Ty," Charles said, "If ever you are freed then I'd adopt you. A gardening and landscaping service would fit in with the yard."

"It's all a bit muddled," Charles continued, "I say we give Ty his head and see what he can do with Tim. Do you agree Tim?"

"I'd like Davie around if I'm fucked or punished," Tim said, "It's nothing against Ty, I just think that he should be involved if there's anything a bit sexual."

Ty nodded in agreement, "Please Master. Will you order me to start my duties as your trainer and tell the other slaves to help."

"You heard Ty. He's now my personal trainer. The rest of you will give him any help he asks for."

Ty stood up.

"Very well, Tim," he said, "Go down to the dungeon, strip and wait for Davie and me."

It was Davie who was most affected by the dungeon. He guessed that Tim had been finding excuses not to take him for a session. He was almost jealous of both Tim and Ty as well of being proud of his lover for accepting Ty's training.

Tim was used to beatings from his father and older brother and as Ty had said, knowing there was a reason and trusting his punisher made a difference. It did not stop him yelling and sobbing from the blows and listening, thoroughly humiliated as Ty spoke with Davie.

"Have you ever fucked him?" he asked.

Davie shook his head.

"Then you do him first," Ty said, "It seems the right thing to do."

"Yeah," Davie agreed, "He's my man so you have my permission to do him after."

Ty looked at Davie nodding in understanding.

"I'll never fuck him unless you're here," he said, "What about blow jobs?"

"I'd like to be around for those as well," Davie said, "I want us to share our lives as much as possible."

Again Ty nodded, aware that the conversation was a turn on for both of them. He was suddenly nervous. What would happen if Tim suddenly started yelling. Without thinking he voiced the question.

"I keep thinking of Zoe," he added, blushing deeply.

Davie shrugged, "Don't. Tim isn't like that but I've got an idea. Fetch some handcuffs. You can be the slave as well."

Mystified, Ty obeyed, allowing his hands to be cuffed behind his back. Davie's pre-teen cock was rock hard. It would stretch Tim a little but at that age, the three year difference in age meant a massive difference in the size of Ty and Davie's cock, or so it seemed to Davie.

Davie was over the feeling that Ty and Tim would be doing things that he was too young for. He was now fully involved and quite happy that Ty could give Tim an experience that he could not but it was his turn first.

He was eager, his cock as rampant as a boy's cock could be and he drove in as hard as he could. Tim jumped, felt a brief pain but then relaxed knowing that Davie was in control. Being young and impatient Davie could not pace himself. He cummed almost immediately.

He was normally content to be on the receiving end of Tim's cock and even now he was conscious that his young cock had given Tim little pleasure. It could have been humiliating for him but like always he accepted the reality of the situation as he pulled out. He reached for Ty's cock and stroked until he could see that the older boy was right on the edge.

It had worked out even better for Davie than he could have expected. Ty's uncertainty had put him firmly in control as he guided Ty towards Tim. Ty tensed losing a little of his hardness so Davie stroked him again then pulled him forward again guiding Ty's cock towards Tim's exposed hole.

Ty was desperate for relief but he was still thinking of Zoe. He glanced at Davie who smiled then nodded encouragingly, placing his free hand on Ty's backside to push him forward.

As he gingerly pressed and Tim yielded, wonderful sensations erupted from his cock, enveloping him. He pushed more eagerly. Tim pushed back and suddenly Ty knew it would be all right. He pressed in again until his balls touched Tim's thighs while Davie moved round so that he could pump Tim's cock. Tim groaned contentedly accepting the invasion as Ty pulled out a little then thrust back in. Gradually he built up the pace while Davie still smiled and Tim groaned contentedly. Ty had forgotten that he was straight.

Tim was just as ready and was as eager as Davie was to be filled. He tensed and cummed shooting wads of cream against the horse. As he tensed and tightened, he pushed Ty over the edge so that he shot deep into Tim.

Even Davie seemed to relax though his cock was already rock hard again. He moved position again guiding Ty out of Tim and down into a kneeling position before offering his cock to Ty's mouth. Tim stood, turning to watch.

Ty should have protested. He was submitting to a boy slave three years younger than him. He meekly obeyed knowing that Davie had helped him have one of the best orgasms of his life. Tim shifted behind Davie wrapping his arms around the boys chest. Davie briefly glanced up and smiled but was soon lost in the feelings that Ty was creating.

Davie shuddered. He thrust his hips, pumping into Ty's mouth until he relaxed almost needing Tim to hold him up. Once he recovered he released Ty and led Tim up to bed. They were asleep almost immediately. Ty cleaned up and he was in his sleeping bag and asleep not long after.

Both Ty and Tim had laid to rest some ghosts that night.

Although Morgan had used Ty, the older boy was always too tense and edgy for much to happen between them. At her insistence, Morgan was staying with his mother that night. He was going to stay there for a couple of nights and decide if he really wanted to accept voluntary enslavement.

If Ty had been freed before that night it's unlikely that he would ever have allowed himself to get close to anyone ever again. Davie's calm guidance and approval had reassured him. He was now positive that he had not pressured Zoe. His dreams were a mixture of Tim with Davie and Morgan.

Unlike when he had been beaten by his brother, Frank, or his father, Tim felt as if he had achieved something by earning both Ty and Davie's respect. Instead of using it to grind him down, both Ty and Davie had supported him. He was not much older than his slaves and had shown that he could take as good as he could give. Most importantly he knew that he need not hold back with Davie. He could offer the boy the same support that he had received.

It had been Davie's first experience of a dungeon session. It had been an awesome experience. As practical as ever he knew now that Tim needed more than him. Ty's physical strength was as important as his own mental strength and he was going to have to share. Ty was still a slave and Davie was Tim's lover so it would not change everything. Morgan had befriended him on his first school day and now had a thing for Ty. Maybe they should get together sometime and let the older boys play together.

Nothing was decided but things were going to change. No one realised how quickly.

When Tim woke up the next morning he felt relaxed and contented. More importantly he woke up to a new realisation about himself. He was not the scared little mouse, afraid of another beating that his father and older brother wanted him to be. Instead, he was in charge and preferred it that way. It was not easier to let someone take over and make the decisions. A process that had begun when he had captured Mark and Craig was completed. He shook Davie awake.

"Go down and tell Ty to get up here now," he commanded, "Stay there until it's time for school

"Yeah, in a minute. It's early," Davie mumbled.

He yelped as Tim grabbed his hair and pulled him out of bed.

"I love you but you chose to be my body slave," Tim said, " If you can't take it, let me know and I'll release you from it. Until then, no more half measures."

Davie was awake now, listening very carefully. He knew that something was different but he was not sure what. Whatever it was, Tim was not seeing him as a kid and he liked it. He hurried to the slave quarters.

"Careful," he added to Tim's instructions. "He's got a funny mood on him."

Ty hurried up to Tim's bedroom. Tim was standing opposite the door.

"Display," he snapped as Ty entered. Surprised, Ty spread his feet and put his hands behind his head.

"You're not chaining me up today," Tim said, calmly, "I'm staying up here until everyone else is at work or at school then I shall start my own studies. I want you to start clearing the nettles from around the old compost heap. Argue and I won't allow you protective clothing."

"Yes Master," Ty replied, "I should be helping you get settled into your school work, though. I can call Andy if I have to."

"It's lucky new slaves get tetanus shots. You'll need it with all the stings that you'll be getting."

"It's still my duty to make you work," Ty said, "You need to come down for breakfast now."

"Make me," Tim smiled grimly.

Ty swallowed nervously. Davie was right; Tim was different. He had no choice but to try and get control of the situation but he did not know if he could. His only idea was to call for Andy even if it meant losing face.

As he turned for the door, Tim lunged. Pushing against Ty's shoulder so that he fell back against the wall, Tim drove his other fist into the other boy's stomach. Ty tried doubling over but found himself grabbed by the hair and pulled over to a chair.

Uncertain what was happening Ty hesitated. Tim sat down, pulling Ty over his lap. Ty was still confused, dealing with the pain in his stomach so it was only as he felt a searing pain across his arse that it registered that Tim had picked up a belt.

He tried struggling free. Tim stopped.

"You can lie still and take it or I can tie you the whipping post and I'll do your back as well," Tim said quietly almost whispering.

Ty relaxed. He was alert now, conscious of Tim's hardening cock and surprised that his own cock was already rigid.

"I was hoping that we could be friends because I like you," Tim continued, "But you're a slave and it's impossible. I'll still free you if I can but while you're a slave, if I say jump all you worry about is jumping high enough."

As he finished speaking he brought the belt down again making Ty yelp. He continued with the beating until he saw flecks of blood where the skin was too battered. Ty was in tears, completely defeated and aware that he was completely at his master's mercy.

"Stand up," Tim snapped, "Go down to the kitchen. Tell Ryan that I'll have my breakfast at nine o'clock and tell Joe to make sure I have clean shorts and T-shirt by 8.30. You can skip breakfast and get started on those nettles. MOVE."

Startled, Ty leapt for the door and hurried through. Tim laid back down down on the bed. He gently stroked his cock and dozed. He was hard and eager to cum but he was waiting for Joe. Compared to the other boys, Joe was lazy. He made the most mistakes and Ryan did some of his work.

He waited until 8.35 before jumping up and hurrying downstairs carrying his belt. Joe was tidying the living room. At least he was sweeping around the furniture not bothering to move anything.

"Joe, my bedroom now," Tim snapped.

Joe looked nervously at the belt and rushed for the door. Even so, he cried out as Tim swung the belt hard enough to leave a red mark on his back.

"Did Ty give you my message?" Tim asked.

"Yes Master," Joe sobbed, he was terrified struggling to hold back the tears, "They're all put away in the drawers."

"Then they're put away and I don't have them, do I?" Tim said quietly.

Joe stared, not knowing how to answer.

"You work hard enough when you're interested but apart from that you're don't give a damn. That's going to change. Bend over the back of that chair and grab the seat.

Joe was crying freely as he obeyed.

Tim positioned himself and swung at Joe's arse. Joe screamed as the belt struck him. His screams faded into sobs as he tried to cope with the pain. The back of the chair cut into his stomach even though he was on tiptoe.

Finally Tim was satisfied and Joe was allowed to stand. He hopped around trying to rub some of the pain from his arse.

"Stand still," Tim commanded, "Put your hands behind your head then empty my balls."

Joe knelt down, cautiously licking Tim's cock. It was something he understood. Ryan willingly did some of Joe's work after Joe had worked on his cock. Tim knew about it but had done nothing about it. Tim grabbed Joe's head while thrusting his hips forward. Joe choked, trying to cope with the invasion but Tim pushed back in developing a slow steady pumping action.

Joe had no choice but to accommodate Tim adjusting his breathing to the thrusts. He only struggled as Tim's pumps became more urgent and he felt a warm, creamy, slightly salty fluid filling his throat. He happily swallowed, licking the invading cock and sucking to take every last drop of jism from his master.

Joe would have been happy to have been sold to a brothel. He had been arrested for hustling as a rent boy. Selling sex was not illegal but it was questionable behaviour unless a slave provided the services. Rather than admit to sex with free boys or girls, 'clients' would claim that they had been blackmailed, saying that they either paid up or they would be accused of forcing the child.

Joe liked cock too much to even think about blackmailing anyone but he was an embarrassment to his parents, the courts needed to set an example so he was enslaved.

Despite the pain from his arse he looked hopefully at his master.

"Now do your job and see that I have clean shorts and shirt," Tim ordered.

Joe got the message, retrieved the clothes and stood holding them for Tim.

"Two minutes to nine," Tim said, "You haven't made me late for breakfast," Tim said, "Pity. I wanted an excuse to do your stomach. Never mind, I'm sure you'll slack off again. Are you satisfied with the living room or are you going to do it properly?"

"I haven't finished in there, Master," Joe replied, "I'll do it properly, I promise."

"Good. I've been thinking. If Ryan does some of your work should he have a share of your food?"

"I suppose so, Master," Joe answered nervously, "But if I do all my work then it won't be a problem, will it, Master?"

"No, probably not," Tim said, "If your work doesn't improve then you're not going to have much skin left after I've whipped it off. Now get out."

Ryan looked frightened when Tim got to the kitchen. Andy looked just as frightened when he told Tim that Charles would like a word in his office.

"Has something upset you, Tim?" Charles asked, "You're being a bit rough on the boys aren't you?"

"No, Granddad," Tim replied, "I've been dithering around not deciding what I want. It's always seemed easier to let someone take over and make the decisions. I let Ty and Andy decide whether I was going to study or not. We both thought it was what I needed but it wasn't."

Tim paused, "I'm in charge. I'm responsible for Davie and I own the others. I'm going back to school because I want to, not because you think I should. There was something between Davie and Ty last night. I didn't like it. Now maybe it helped for the boys to see what I could take. Today they're seeing that I can give it. If it's too much they'll come to you."

"OK but Joe's still in tears," Charles said, "You really laid into him."

"He was happy enough blowing me," Tim said, "If he's trying it on I'll give him a whipping."

"And Ty?"

Tim grinned, "I've given him an impossible job. He can't do it naked, he'll be stung to death. He still thinks that he's the all round sportsman and everyone is in awe of him. I think I was. Failing at something will be good for him."

"Are you sure it's not because Davie is a little in awe of him?" Charles asked.

"Davie is very much in awe of him," Tim said, "That's what I saw last night. Ty is the one who can top me. It's when I knew that I had to make it clear that I'm in charge."

He thought for a moment, "When I tried fighting back before, Dad would side with Frankie and I'd lose. I had no hope with Mark and Craig. I tried but I assumed that I was going to lose. I forgot that the rules are in my favour now."

"OK but be careful you don't go too far," Charles said firmly, "This is a happy house and I don't want to lose it."

"I'd lose Davie if I went too far," Tim retorted. He seemed to crumple, "It's why it's easier to let someone else make the decisions. They make the mistakes as well."

"We're all learning," Charles said, "We'll all make mistakes. I think you're right about Joe. Andy and Ryan were beginning to resent him lazing around. They accept Richie's special treatment because he's a damned good artist and they're proud of him. They're impressed that Davie and Jimmy do their share in spite of their special relationships with you. Let's see what happens with Ty. What are your plans for this morning?"

"Richie has school work now. I think I'll sit out in the stable and we'll both do our work. Ryan can bring us both milk and biscuits at about eleven but I want to work through until about lunchtime."

Tim's plans were disrupted when Ty reported to him not long after his mid morning snack. Richie leapt up, shocked at the sight.

His skin was an angry red, his hands were swollen, as were his feet and ankles. Even his ball sac seemed a little swollen.

"Please Master," he sobbed, "I've cleared them but I haven't tidied up. Can I stop please? I can't grip anything."

Even Tim was a little shocked.

"Richie, go out to where the nettles were. You'll find some broadleaved plants. Go and fetch as many leaves as you can."

"Dock leaves, Master," Richie replied, "Grandfather told us about them the other day."

Ty, go over to flower beds you were digging yesterday," Tim commanded, "Richie will very gently rub you down with the dock leaves. He will then get some water to make some mud and rub it onto you. When it's dry he'll brush it off. That's supposed to pull the stings out. Keep going until you're done. You can fuck him after if you feel up to it."

Tim had also heard Charles talking about the garden. His grandfather's knowledge was impressive and as he had said, with so much bare skin around it might be an idea to know what to do.

Tim did not completely trust such an old fashioned homespun remedy so Ty made an interesting guinea pig. He was nearly up to date with his assignments so he strolled over to watch while Richie treated Ty. The slave could have been allowed to lay on the bed and rest but Tim's instincts said that it would be a mistake, going against his new tough master image. He was still not clear what Ty wanted or why, so again it was better not to offer any sympathy.

Ty was already looking better but there was something erotic about him as Richie plastered the mud over him. He wriggled a little at the cold touch but he stood patiently waiting for the mud to dry.

"As soon as you're able I want you to clear up," Tim said, "You skipped breakfast so you you can have something to eat when you're done. This afternoon we'll go for a run and do your exercise program."

"Yes Master," Ty replied, wincing as his injured cock began swelling.

"Please Master," Richie said, "Ty needs to rest."

"No, he doesn't," Tim replied, "He may as well get back to work now while the mud's drying. When it's flaked off, turn the hose pipe on him, dry him with some more dock leaves then coat him with mud again. Remember what he asked for last night?"

Richie nodded, "Yes Master. I don't understand why Ty is happy as a slave though."

"Sometimes you have to try things to get them out of your system," Tim said, "I did last night. Grandfather's using the rickshaw this afternoon. Andy will be his runner so you can go and play in your studio. Do you think Ty would appreciate treatment like that?"

Richie grinned, "No Master, but I do, thank you."

When they all settled down that evening Joe was subdued, watching Tim warily. Ty fell asleep as he sprawled on the floor with others. Tim nudged him awake, telling him to kneel beside his chair. He called Davie up to sit on his lap.

"Davie's only a slave to sort out the chain of command," Tim said, "In reality he's my partner. From now on Ty is my body slave. If Morgan stays then he can be Davie's. During the day they can still work in the gardens. Now I know that I'm imposing a tougher regime but I'll still hear your comments or problems. I'll not punish you for honesty."

"Aren't you giving Ty a lot of work?" Charles asked, "He looks exhausted now."

"He doesn't slack off or want easy treatment," Tim replied, "Like I said, I'll listen if he has real problems."

"Collars aren't compulsory, are they?" Andy asked, "Is Young Master Davie taking his off?"

"Are you happy seeing him as the young master, Andy?" Tim asked rather reply to his question.

"Yes Master," Andy replied, "We all think that it's wonderful that he took voluntary enslavement for you. And he should remove the collar."

Davie had nestled deeper into Tim as they been talking, gently kissing Tim's neck.

"I want to keep the collar," he said firmly, "It shows I belong to Tim."

"What about bracelets or necklaces or something," Jimmy said, "You could wear one each then.

"Excuse me Master," Ty said, "I've heard of civil contracts. They're for couple who can't get married. My parents talked about them because of the tax dodges."

"Should I look into it Davie?" Tim asked.

"Yes please," Davie answered enthusiastically, "It sounds wonderful."

"We'll have a proper ceremony and I'll be best man," Jimmy chuckled.

"I'll bake a cake," Ryan added, "Will you help me though, Grandfather?"

"Let's just look into it first," Charles said, "It sounds good but it's big commitment for Tim and Davie."

"Is everything, 'wait and see'?" Jimmy asked, "We're waiting for Granddad Claude and Dad to cause trouble. We can't do anything until they do. We're waiting to see if Morgan is going to stay with us. Now we're waiting to see if Tim and Davie are going to get married."

"I wouldn't call it getting married," Charles said, "We have to be careful. Tim and Davie are growing up. Things can change. It might sound silly but supposing Tim wanted to become an Egyptologist working in the desert and Davie wanted to become a marine biologist working on the oceans."

"You mean supposing Davie falls in love with Morgan and Tim falls in love with Ty," Jimmy giggled.

"Yes, it could happen," Charles said, "I would object to them pledging themselves to a lifetime commitment but at the moment they're good for each other. Let's concentrate on that and let future take care of itself."

It was a cheerful evening. All the boys were relieved that nothing much was going to change. Apart from Joe, discipline had never been a big issue and he got very little sympathy. Ty was content and had what he wanted. If anything, they were happy that relationships were a little clearer.

Charles thought about Jimmy's comment about everything being slow and wondered about mentioning a problem he had.

"A friend of mine has asked for help," he said, "His two sons face enslavement or worse. I don't like Dan much. He's a loud mouth and a bully, at least with his tenants. He's totally different when he's working in the museum. Return visitors often ask for him when they make a return visit. They love his humour and his knowledge is impressive.

"His older son is seventeen and just a bully. The younger boy is ten. No one is sure whether he was scared of his elder brother or was the brains of the outfit.

"It was burglary. They'd find a house with an open window that the younger boy could wriggle through. He'd open the door for his brother and they'd steal jewellery or money, small stuff they could carry or hide easily.

"The weird thing is they left a note. They'd threaten to tell the insurance companies how insecure the house was so that the owner was in breach of his contract and would get nothing. They would also claim that the older brother was pimping the younger one and their haul were gifts for services rendered. Owners were reluctant to be accused of using an under age free boy.

Obligingly they always smashed a window as they were leaving. There's other things, they drove to a town at random, they found places to hide the stuff. All in all it was a well planned scam. They only came unstuck because their fence was under surveillance.

"For all his faults, Dan is devastated," Charles concluded, "He's asked me to help. He seems to think that we can turn the younger one around and give him some sort of future."

"And the older one?" Tim asked.

"Him too if possible but there's not much to work on."

"Surely pre-teens go to licensed organisations," Tim said, "We couldn't do anything if we wanted to."

"No," Charles replied, "There's problems with too many youngsters going to black brothels. Like hard labour gangs they mean a slow and painful death. Even so some black brothels would pay any amount for pre teens. Licensed boys are slaves that can have special conditions to their enslavement. Licenses are used a lot more nowadays. Some give slaves the right to an education but pre teen licenses restrict their sale and their usage to non lethal tasks.

"Given Davie and Jimmy's situation here, it's obvious that we don't groom boys for the brothels."

Tim nodded, "Jimmy's a bit old. I wonder how much we'd get for Davie?"

He was rewarded with a dig in the ribs amidst the chuckles as Tim continued, "Do you know the boys?"

Charles nodded, "They're like their father. They can charm the birds off the trees if they want to but like him, you never know if he's going to jump on them or feed them."

"If they're that bad, why should we help them?" Tim asked.

"There's no reason why you should," Charles admitted, "Like I say, he's a real asset to the museum. He bullies his tenants but the strange thing is, I've heard stories where one or two have run into real difficulties through no fault of their own. He still hassles them but he's supposed to have knocked amounts off their arrears and they've had as long as they needed to sort themselves out."

Charles paused for a moment, "I've met people, full of bull and swagger when they talk themselves up in the bar yet are unsure and nervous when you actually do business with them. I said that Dan was devastated. That's putting it mildly. I think it's killing him."

"So there's no pressure," Tim smiled.

"No," Charles chuckled, "Except their trial is next week. The best deal their lawyer's got is that they're declared as wild and out of control then enslaved before the hearing. Even then it would have to be enslavement to an owner with a given track record for "Punishment and Deterrence'. You might have to attend court and satisfy them that you're able to handle them."

"If Morgan asks for voluntary enslavement I'll have to attend court for that," Tim exclaimed, "Richie's case comes up soon. At this rate I'm going to need a season ticket. Do we have enough work for the extra slaves?"

"Bertram, that's the older boy has a driving license," Charles said, "He could chauffeur us when we needed the car. We could also buy a one man rickshaw, he could handle the school runs. The younger boy, Xavier could act as runner. We'll have four boys going to school; that's Davie, Jimmy, Richie and Morgan. I'd like Joe, Ryan, Andy and Ty to keep up with correspondence courses in case they can be freed. Bertram and Xavier will be the only boys without any hope of freedom. They can work while the others study."

"There's not much hope for me, Grandfather," Andy said, "I'm a slave for life."

"The worst thing against you is that you were easily led and joined the gang too readily," Charles said, "Even the policeman agrees that you were panicking when you struck him. It's not a complete defence but maybe it should have been a public whipping instead of enslavement. We'd have to show that you were now assertive enough to resist any more peer pressure. It's pretty difficult when you're supposed to be an obedient and submissive slave."

"Ty manages," Jimmy laughed, "It's strange seeing him kneeling there so quietly."

"Look," Tim snapped a little irritably, "Ty and the others are probably slaves for life. I don't think it's fair and I'll do what I can. I just don't think we should talk about their release too much because the odds are against them and they're just heading for a massive disappointment."

There was a nervous silence. Surprisingly it was broken by Ryan who rarely contributed anything to a conversation.

"What you say is true, Master," he sobbed, "I hate being a slave. I know you like being naked, Master but you can dress when you want to. It's horrible when you've no choice and you're on show for everyone. I want some hope."

"Fair enough but brandishing a knife while drugs get flushed down the toilet doesn't get you much sympathy," Tim said, " The police agree that you were panicking and the knife was just lying there. You've still got a long struggle and the courts won't be very sympathetic. I rejected no hopers like the ones Granddad wants me to take on. With them it was pure premeditated, planned robbery with a degree of extortion. Don't even discuss the possibility of their freedom."

"Grandfather," Ty said suddenly, "You've been happy for me to just do the gardens around the house. You're talking about selling or renting the old orchard and the kitchen garden. If the older boy could work for me when he's not ferrying anyone around we could reclaim more of it. If the volunteers need to do chores they could help as well."

"Could you handle a boy two years older than you?" Charles asked.

"Not without Master Tim's help," Ty grimaced, "I've learnt that lesson today."

"OK, we've got enough work for them," Tim said, "I'll keep them in restraints until they settle down and if I can't handle them I'll haul them back down to the YPS. Does anyone disagree?"

No one, not even Charles spoke. He was proud of his grandson, amazed at the way he handled the slaves. There had been a tense, edgy atmosphere that day but as they gathered together for the evening, so they had relaxed. He listened as Tim spoke again.

"Joe, I'm giving Ryan a cane and putting him in charge. If the house isn't up to scratch I'll punish Ryan. It'll be in his interests to watch you and make sure you work properly. That way, I don't get any arguments about who was to blame for any problems."

Both boys nodded thoughtfully. Joe glanced towards Tim's shorts covered groin. As his Master became more dominant so he seemed more sexier to Joe. Ryan was pleased his master was getting control of Joe but he did not like the idea of being so conspicuous.

That night when Davie was cuddled up to Tim, he said, "I like the idea of being married or something but don't let's change anything for now. Richie, Jimmy and the rest are my friends. I'd lose them if I became a master and I still think it's easier for you if the law says you're in charge."

He paused, "You should fuck the new boy but don't let him fuck you. It'll help prove that you're on top."

Tim pulled Davie in a tight hug, "My cherry belongs to you Davie, and yours belong to me. How does that sound?"

"More like we're married than a few bits of paper," Davie replied. "You ought to fuck Ty some more. Really prove that you're the top."

"And you don't mind?" Tim asked.

"We've got something to save for each other. Why should I get jealous if you use a slave. Let's see how this works."

The new regime worked well. The slaves all treated Tim more carefully and following Joe's beating worked harder. Tim cooperated with Ty rather than obeyed him during his afternoon exercises. Allowing for the age difference, Ty was far fitter than Tim, able to outperform his master in most exercises.

With his new found confidence Tim was determined to catch up while Ty's natural competitiveness made him equally determined to stay ahead. Tim. After the exercise period, Ty was sent back to work while Tim rested for an hour or so.

When he was available, Tim would then send for Andy to learn how to wrestle. Boys, be they slave or free, admire physical prowess. Tim's new confidence, his change in diet, physical activity, even his self-imposed study period all helped to make Tim seem sexier and a man to look up to.

Davie still noticed the changes more as Tim became more dominant and he became more subservient. He would still argue with Tim, get away with defying him more than the others but he felt safer wrapped up in his man's arms. Even so, Tim could put an edge to his orders so that Davie would meekly obey, surrendering himself to Tim's pleasure.

Morgan arrived one evening with the papers for his voluntary enslavement. In practice very little changed. He spent more time at Tim's place but often stayed with his mother.

Davie and Morgan were obviously close as were Tim and Ty, yet everyone accepted that Morgan belonged to Ty while Davie belonged to Tim. An order in their relationship developed as it became accepted that Tim could fuck all three of them, Davie could fuck Ty or Morgan while Ty could fuck Morgan without an invitation. Tim did allow Davie to fuck him, always leaving the younger boy in delighted rapture. Ty allowed Morgan to experiment with him.

If Tim took Ty and Morgan into their bed, the two younger boys would watch fascinated as Tim took Ty's cock. It all boiled down to who could demand and who needed to ask.

None of those involved were consciously aware of the pecking order that was established. It was on a subconscious, primeval level. Morgan was happy because he was not treated like an imbecile. Ty was content because he was working at a level he understood. Like many other things their relationship developed over time, always in the background. It began when Tim and Davie tried to sort their relationship out, was strengthened by Tim's new confidence and by the simple fact that it worked for them all.

The dungeon might have remained unused. The interest was still there but there was too much else going on. However uncertainty at breaking in two new slaves forced the issue so in instead of training the following afternoon, Tim took Ty down there.

As usual, Tim was naked. He was naturally smooth except for a bush of pubic hair and wisps under his armpits. It was not only because he was younger that Ty seemed to be the submissive one of the two. Lacking any body hair helped make him look younger than his fifteen years. Tim had the advantage of an extra two years growth and development.

It was Tim who looked around assessing the room while Ty stood meekly by the door, feet apart, wrists crossed behind his back.

"What do think, Ty?" Tim asked, "Have we got everything we need to train those two?"

"We know the horse and the straps are effective, don't we Master," Ty smiled.

"I think I'll check it out again," Tim growled, though there was laughter in his eyes, "Let's see if it's at the right height so that I can fuck someone easily."

"Yes Master," Ty replied, his grin fading.

"You hate being fucked, don't you?" Tim asked.

"It's weird," Ty replied, "If I'm straight then I shouldn't like it. Part of me says it's something that I have to put up with because I'm a slave but I can't help liking the feelings I get."

Tim leant forwards slightly to grab Ty's balls. He fondled them gently, squeezed gently before kneading them between his fingers.

"And you hate me doing this," Tim said quietly, "It's my right as your owner so you have no choice do you?"

"Before I was enslaved I'd have beaten you up for touching me there. At least, I would have tried to. You'd win so no, I don't have a choice. I like you being my master though so again no, I don't hate you playing with me."

Tim stepped back and to one side.

"Jerk off," He commanded.

Ty blushed as he obeyed. It was a demonstration of Tim's complete control of him. He could have fought the order, letting the tension and resentment keep him soft but instead his member swelled and stiffened.

He looked at Tim conscious of the older boy looming over him. He smiled, relieved as Tim smiled back. Ty tensed, arching his back, not fully understanding when Tim pulled his hand away. As he stood disorientated and disappointed so Tim knelt and took the rigid member in his mouth.

Ty was briefly aware of a warm tongue and moist lips before his consciousness was reduced to the feelings as he pumped his balls dry. It was an incredible feeling.

As he drifted down from his high, he realised that his wrists were again crossed behind his back. Tim could give him pain or pleasure as he wished. Even kneeling before him, swallowing the last of his cum, Tim was the master. He shuddered at the thought and taking them both by surprise a final wad struck the back of Tim's throat.

Drained, eyes closed almost asleep on his feet, Ty allowed Tim to guide him over to a pillory. He accepted without thought as his head and wrists were guided into position. He was brought back to reality as his body began to complain about being bent at an awkward angle. It did not hurt, his muscles did not ache but there was enough discomfort seeping through.

Ty felt Tim's cock exploring his crack. As a slave he could just stand awaiting orders. He could have resisted, drawing his legs together and clenching his buttocks. Ty spread his legs, at the same time arching his back to leave himself completely exposed. Again it was acceptance of Tim's mastery of him.

He had been stretched enough for it not to hurt as Tim pushed firmly and relentlessly into him. He tried wriggling to accommodate the intrusion but Tim was already withdrawing before thrusting in again. As Ty adapted to the rhythm so waves of pleasure flooded through him again.

Tim's thrusts became more urgent as he pumped his seed deep into his slave and Ty's feelings of pleasure almost overloaded him.

When Tim first owned him, Ty could have become rebellious, angry at his enslavement. As he had said, he had given Tim the benefit of the doubt but taking on the garden was a job at which he could excel. The fact that Tim believed him and trusted him had made a deep impact on him. He would be unwise to cross Tim who was now the undisputed leader of the herd. Ty never did things half-heartedly so he unreservedly accepted Tim's rights over him.

Chapter 7

The following morning Ty woke feeling contented and at peace with the world. The previous day, Tim had left Ty in the pillory until the boys got home from school. He took Davie down to the dungeon and invited him to fuck Ty as well but Davie had contented himself with lowering the pillory and accepting a blow job.

He had still happily hugged Tim after a powerful orgasm which had left Ty choking on his seed.

Now Davie was lying beside him. Tim's cock was hard, needing relief so he prodded Davie awake. Scarcely awake Davie reacted at once. Almost in one fluid movement he was straddling Tim filling himself with a rigid shaft. Just as firmly he took Tim's hand, placing it on his cock.

Davie needed to get up ready for school so there was always a sense of rushing in the morning. A few boys in his class had tried to put him down as a whore or just a slave. They had unsuccessfully tried to bully him but he could stand up for himself. Besides Jimmy and Morgan were never far away. Encouraged, rather than be shy about his lifestyle he freely admitted that he hated leaving for school without Tim's seed inside him.

He found thinking about his classmate's awed reaction, erotic. The next time that they talked about his sex life he would describe the blow job he got from Ty the previous night, suggesting that his time might come to be in the pillory.

His thoughts caused his balls to tighten and he shot with a rare intensity for a school morning. His muscles clamped around Tim's member pushing him over the edge so that his muscles convulsed and he bucked in a way that amazed Davie, almost bouncing him off.

Again the pressures of the morning barely gave Davie time to recover before he needed to ease himself off of Tim, kiss his lover and master goodbye and hurry off to shower.

Normally Tim would doze quietly but that morning his mobile rang.

"Hello, this is Dan Garrick here," the voice announced, "Is that Tim Matheson? Your grandfather said that you might be able to help me. Could we meet up this morning, please?"

It took Tim a few moments to realise who Dan Garrick was. However, as he became fully awake he related his caller to the man his grandfather had mentioned. Tim was surprised. He did not sound like the man that Charles had described.

Richie could not hide his relief when Tim told him that he was taking Ty as his runner. Tim briefly wondered what Craig and Mark made of having to turn round and pull him into town. He grinned. It did not matter what they thought. They could not speak so they could not tell him.

"Thank you so much for seeing me," Dan said, "I got a call from my solicitors today. The court wants a decision on their enslavement. If it's not done today then the case will go onto the lists and it'll be too late."

"OK," Tim said, "As I understand it, your boys have got no hope of freedom. By enslaving them yourself you're trying to keep them out of the black brothels and hard labour gangs. The thing is, if they play up when I own them then I might have to send them off anyway."

"No. I'd expect your word that you'll keep them safe."

"If it was temporary enslavement then you could add a covering clause to their papers. Given their crimes I don't even think Xavier's license would prevent that."

"From what I hear, you're pretty soft on your other slaves. Why not Bertram and Xavier."

"I'll show you my rickshaw when I leave. The boys have had their vocal chords removed and their ear drums cut. They're lifers too and I did what was needed."

"I'm sorry. I'm just so worried. I don't know what to do for the best," Dan sobbed, close to tears. "I still can't believe this is all happening."

"Granddad likes a happy household," Tim said, "The slaves love him and call him grandfather. I'll check their cases like I did with the others and if I can do anything I will. Beyond that I'll be expected to impose a 'Punishment and Deterrence' scheme. They could be taken away if the YPS think I'm giving them an easy option."

Dan nodded, "I'll phone my solicitor. Would you come to the court house please? I think they might want to talk to you. Then we'll collect them from school."

"No," Tim said sharply, "Once you've signed them over then they're my property, not your sons. You'll no longer be involved so you should go home."

"It'll be easier if they see that I'm looking out for them," Dan said softly, "I just want to help."

Tim shook his head.

"I can't put it kindly," Tim said, "Make the break clean and final. Stay away from our place until you're ready to see them as slaves and nothing more. The sooner they accept it the more likely they are to survive. If they think that they can appeal to you then they won't accept slavery."

Dan nodded, "Charles speaks very highly of you and I do know the story of how you got your slaves. I have to accept that you know what you're talking about. Will you take my boys on please? I'll do things your way."

Tim nodded, "Let's see if the court agree."

In an attempt to get some sympathy from the court, both boys were back at school behaving like model citizens. The prosecutor was still not very sympathetic to them being enslaved privately.

"I know your reputation, Mr. Matheson," he said, "I can still insist on it going to court but it would have to look favourably at your application. However I can insist on an extremely high visibility display of deterrence. I expect you to take them in their class in front of their school friends."

"I'm starting school again next term," Tim said, "I'll probably be in the same class so it would be a bit awkward."

"I know," the prosecutor said, "It would help if they saw one of their classmates upholding the law so firmly."

"I'll speak to the headmaster," Tim said, "He may not agree."

The headmaster agreed with Tim.

"It's not going to make you very popular," he said, "Bertram's not very popular either but he's still one of them. It'll make you one of us unless you can talk to them afterwards and get them on side."

"I'll try," Tim said, "I'll go to Xavier's school first then get to him as soon as possible in case someone phones a warning. Mind you, it'll be easier if he runs."

Xavier's headmaster was even less keen.

"Please be here at 11.30," he said, "His class has gym and the building is separate. I'll warn Mr. Sykes."

Tim phoned the police station asking for Sergeant Brown.

"It's for you to take him and subdue him," Sergeant Brown said, "If I have to intervene then it'll count against your slave handling abilities. I'm just looking at his records. It won't count against you if he proves to be uncontrollable and I have to take him away."

Tim unhappily agreed. However he looked at it, it was going to be an unpleasant business. He just hoped that Xavier would be taken without trouble.

He rode to the school to be greeted by the headmaster.

"I don't like my school being used like this," he said bluntly, "It upsets the students more than it deters them. However some of them have got older brothers who know your other boys. At least they'll understand that Xavier is going to a good home."

As he led the way to the gym he explained, "We follow the traditional convention that free boys should be clothed so he should be wearing shorts. Mr. Sykes believes in the new idea that exercising nude is healthier. He's trying to sneak the custom in. If they're in teams it might be skins versus clothes. I'm thinking of the rest of the class. It might be less traumatic for them if he's stripped in a class like that."

"It's fine by me," Tim said, "It's the prosecutor's idea to turn it into a circus, not mine. He can't complain when an expert advises me against it. You know what Xavier did."

The headmaster nodded, "I appreciate you sending a copy of the charges. I called up his file but I only had time to glance through it. It still makes pretty nasty reading."

He showed Tim and Ty into the gym building. Ty waited by the door leading to the changing room as the headmaster and Tim entered the gym proper.

Mr. Sykes blew his whistle and lined the boys up. They were all bare chested and wearing shorts. Tim felt his groin tingle. They were a little young for his tastes but he exercised a lot of authority at that moment so their immature, decidedly boyish looks made them seem seem more attractive than usual.

"Xavier Garrick come here," the headmaster commanded.

A boy stepped forward. He had an arrogant air about him as if he felt invulnerable. The headmaster turned to Tim and nodded.

Mindful of the headmaster's wishes he began, "Hello Xavier. You're coming to live with me. I need you to do a few things then we'll leave."

"No way," Xavier exclaimed angrily, "I'm phoning my dad."

He tried to step round Tim to run for the door. Tim had been holding a stun gun. It was a small device and it had almost been hidden in his hand. As Xavier moved so Tim reacted. He put a restraining hand on Xavier's shoulder and brought the stun gun to press it against the boy's chest.

"Stand still," Tim snapped sharply, "Your phone has been deactivated, your clothes are being guarded and I'm a good shot. Now turn round, kneel and put your hands behind your back.

Tim expected to see fear in Xavier's eyes but he only saw anger. It was a tense moment. Very reluctantly Xavier obeyed. He had seen slaves stunned. He would have to wait for a chance to escape. He heard the clank of chains and started in panic as he felt the cold metal of a collar around his neck.

Tim fumbled with it because he was trying to fit single handed while still holding the gun.

"OK," Tim said, "You're doing well. Now slip your shorts down to your knees."

Xavier let out a little sob. That command seemed to confirm that he was enslaved. He still hoped that it was all a mistake and that his father would sort it out but for now he had to cooperate. He obeyed, even wriggling his legs so he could push his shorts past his knees.

"Well done, Xavier" Tim said, "Bring your right arm up behind your head. Good, and your left.

Xavier was now cuffed by short chains to the collar.

"You've probably guessed by now but you've been enslaved because you were deemed to be wild and out of control. Your father signed the papers today and assigned ownership to me. I'll help you to stand because of those shorts round your legs then you'll let them fall and step out of them.

The tingle In Tim's groin became even more pronounced as he gripped Xavier's chest under his arms, feeling the warm trembling body.

"Feet apart," Tim commanded before turning to the headmaster.

"Thank you," he said formally, "I've got a cock leash but I can fit it once we're outside."

The headmaster glanced around the class.

"Would you fit it now, please?" he asked, "You've handled this very sensitively so thank you. A little bit of deterrence won't hurt. If you have time the class might like to ask some questions."

Tim pulled the device from the backpack he had been wearing but now stood on the floor.

"It might hang a little loosely on him," Tim said, "This ring fits behind his balls. It's got a spring and clamps shut. This one fits in front. The chains stop it from falling off. If he was older and more developed then they wouldn't close completely. It doesn't matter because when you pull on the leash and he resists then all the pressure is either on his balls as with Xavier here, or else the clamps dig in."

"Is it OK to ask someone to help me?" Tim asked.

Typically the entire class edged eagerly forward. Tim chose the nearest, a good looking blond.

"The clip at the other end of the leash can lock it to a belt loop or something," Tim said, "Can I try the top of your shorts?"

The boy nodded so Tim clipped the leash to the back of his shorts.

"Now just try walking," Tim said.

The boy took a step forward. Xavier's cock jerked but before it really began to hurt, he surrendered and meekly followed the boy who strutted around for a bit before breaking into a trot before Tim called him back slightly surprised at how happy the class seemed watching Xavier being led so easily.

Xavier was sobbing freely, the humiliation just too much as Tim asked for questions.

"How long will he be your slave?" one boy asked.

"I don't know," Tim said, "For as long as he's useful, I suppose. Then I'll sell him."

"Sorry sir. I meant, when does his enslavement end."

"It doesn't," Tim replied, "He's a life slave not a temporary one."

"You mean he won't be coming back to school?" another asked, "He won't be able to bully us any more?"

"Bully you?"

"Yes sir. Make us do stuff or get beaten up by his brother."

Tim glanced at the headmaster.

"There has been trouble but we dealt with it," the headmaster said.

"Not if we cycled or walked to school," a boy called out, "He's still got my phone."

Tim turned to the headmaster again.

"I have another appointment."he said, "Could I leave Xavier here? That boy seems to enjoy handling him. When I pick him up could I have a list of all the complaints against him?"

"I'm not sure that I can do that," the headmaster said, "Technically he's no longer a student here."

"Fair enough. I would object to any permanent damage or scarring but I would appreciate knowing what else he's done. I'm sure his classmates would like some closure as well."

"Point taken," the headmaster agreed, "By all means leave him."

Xavier had lost all his arrogance and his terror was obvious. As his imagination went into overdrive he imagined his ex-classmates encircling him, closing in for the kill. He thought of appealing to Tim, begging to go with him but he did not know Tim and he could be worse.

Bertram was in a history lesson. More than anything he was trying to enjoy his last few days of being a normal teenager. Where Xavier was hoping that his father would rescue him, Bertram's heart sank as he recognised Tim and he was called to the front.

He knew that Tim had a twelve year old lover so he hoped that Tim might find it difficult dealing with someone his own age. He had also heard that Tim was planning on returning to school. Tim would not want to appear on the side of the authorities and against his classmates.

"You've been enslaved for being wild and out of control. I'm your new owner," Tim said, "Strip."

"That's not a good idea," Bertram answered, "Your new classmates won't like it."

With Sergeant Brown guarding the door he did not have to worry about Bertram running. Any problems would be close up so Tim was carrying a prod instead of a stun gun. He brought the prod up and pressed it against Bertram's thigh.

Bertram screamed as his muscles spasmed and he crashed to the floor. As Bertram calmed down, in a normal voice Tim said, "While you're on the floor, take your shoes and socks off."

There were some nervous chuckles from the rest of the class as Bertram glanced angrily upwards. All he could look at was the prod with Tim's finger on the button.

"Shoes and socks," Tim repeated.

Too startled by the unexpected turn of turn of events, Bertram complied before obeying further orders to stand up and again to strip.

Blushing with embarrassment he faced the class allowing himself to be collared then his hands cuffed behind his head.

"Ty, display beside Bertram," Tim commanded before turning to the class, "Your headmaster said that I could say a few words."

He paused making sure he had everyone's attention, "Bertram was right. I will be joining you next term and it's a bad start enslaving one of your friends. He would have been going to court soon and he would have been enslaved anyway. The difference is, he would have been sold to a black brothel or a chain gang. He's only been allowed to come to me because I have a track record of dealing with violent slaves.

Tim grinned, "If you don't think I'm a better option then look at my other slave."

"So what did he do?" a boy asked.

"I'm afraid that's confidential," the headmaster said.

"That's true," Tim said, "But he's my property now so I can answer. It was burglary and extortion using his younger brother. He blackmailed his victims into not reporting his crimes."

"Can I ask your slave a question?" another boy asked.

"May I ask," the headmaster interjected.

Tim smiled and nodded.

"Ty, how do you like your master?" the boy asked.

It was not an appropriate question and the headmaster tried to interrupt again but Tim just nodded to Ty.

"I don't like him, sir," Ty replied, "Sometimes I hate him especially when I'm punished. It's funny though because I think I love him. He has to control us and keep discipline but he still let's us be us if you know what I mean."

"You're a slave to be punished," another boy said, "You should be too terrified to think about anything else."

"May I ask, sir," Ty asked, "Was Bertram your friend?"

"Not particularly," the boy replied, "Why?"

"You know him as a person, though. You've watched him stripped and shackled, knowing he'll be paraded through the town on his way home. If you visit Master Tim, you'll see him working beside me while you sit with Master enjoying a cold drink. Don't you think that's punishment?"

"That's insolence," the boy almost shouted, "You should be whipped."

"You asked Ty the question," Tim said, "He answered it honestly. Bertram will be worked hard. He'll be disciplined as necessary just as Ty is. The only question is, will I ever be able to trust him as I trust Ty?"

There was a thoughtful silence.

"You've got a habit of getting people enslaved," another boy said, "I don't want you sitting in this class sizing us up."

There was a buzz of agreement. For once Tim's reputation was working against him.

"Ty was bought to star in a snuff movie," Tim said, "So were other kids. There were free boys being used as well. The people doing it now pull my rickshaw. Their helpers work in the chain gangs for granddad's business."

Tim still had everyone's attention "I've got voluntary slaves and I've got lifers like Ty and Bertram. We're waiting for a hearing date to be set to free one of the lifers and lawyers are monitoring a couple of other cases."

He paused and smiled, "I won't be sizing you up because I've got enough problems with the ones I've already got."

Tim succeeded in raising chuckle as another student piped up, "My younger brother's been out to you visiting Davie and Jimmy. No one minds if he practises the guitar all day."

"There a group of them rehearsing a band and yes we do mind the row they make," Tim laughed, "Ty and Bertram will be clearing the orchard. We'll build a shed at the far end and they can practice out of earshot."

"You don't mind?"

"No. One of my slaves, Joe was in the church choir. He's got a good voice and helps them out. It's a pity that he can't do gigs with them."

"I'm in a group with some of my friends," another said, "I don't suppose that we could help you build the shed and practise there as well? It's difficult to find somewhere without neighbours complaining."

"The orchard's got to be cleared first," Tim smiled, "It would be too much like sizing you up to suggest you helped Ty. If you know what's needed you could help build a proper studio though."

"That's a kind offer," the headmaster said, "Shouldn't you check with your grandfather first. You'd also have to discuss the funding."

"Granddad doesn't really approve of slavery," Tim explained, "He gets worried if I seem too harsh, doesn't he Ty?"

"It doesn't stop you though, Master," Ty laughed.

Ty's reply raised another laugh and Tim joined in, "No and it won't stop me selling you to the mines if you get too cheeky."

He turned back to the class, "I should whip him more often but he'd enjoy it. The point is, Grandfather likes the place being used and having people around so that's not the problem. I have my own money so financing projects isn't a problem either."

"Would you finance other projects then?" another student asked.

"Providing my boys could be involved then I'd consider it. My brother is pretty keen on acting. He became enslaved to me because this school's got a decent drama club and it was the easiest way of staying with me. He also works on graphics displays so with a sound studio he'd get a start in video making. Everything we've talked about can be tied together so there's no problem."

"So what will Bertram be doing?" yet another student asked, "He is a friend of mine."

"It depends on how he adapts to being a slave," Tim replied.

Again there was a thoughtful silence. All hostility had gone. Many responded to his calm openness, some to his sexy confidence and some to his generosity wondering what they might get out of it.

There was one final question.

"How come your grandfather is your guardian?" the student asked.

"He's not," Tim replied, "I'm a ward of court but unless I foul up, I have adult status."

"So why do you want to come to school?"

"Options," Tim replied, "I could work with Granddad and help run his business but I couldn't do anything else. If I think about university or college I could do whatever I choose."

"Yeah right, Mr. rich Kid," a boy called out, "You're just a kiddy fiddler. It would cramp your style if you went to university."

Tim put a hand on Ty's shoulder as the slave stepped angrily forward.

"I've got a twelve year old boy as my lover," Tim said firmly and clearly, "For your own safety, don't say anything like that to him. He's not as easy going as I am."

"If any of you want to, come out to my place on Sunday afternoon. I'm picking up some wrestling mats on Saturday. Does anyone else wrestle? We don't have the barbecue until late so there'll be time to figure out what we want to do."

Tim was offering sport, food and a place where adults would not be looming all the time. What teenager could resist? He left the school encouraged, telling Ty to take Bertram straight home and leave him out of the way in the dungeon.

When he arrived to pick Xavier up, the ten year old sported a bruised cheek, a red arse and some red marks on his stomach. His eyes were puffed up where he had obviously been crying. Xavier stood outside the headmaster's office and looked fearfully at Tim as he entered the office. Two other boys, still in just gym shorts stood beside him.

The headmaster was far more cordial, shaking Tim's hand and asking him to sit down.

"I hope we didn't go too far with him but it was amazing," the headmaster explained, "You saw how Alan started parading him around? Well, it must have boosted his confidence. When Xavier protested, Alan responded by punching him in the stomach. They might be ten year olds but that punch had real passion and feeling behind it. It floored Xavier.

"It convinced the rest of the class that Xavier really couldn't hurt them any more and they started talking."

He paused, a little embarrassed, "You see I followed the guidelines and they're wary of 'Parents In Charge'. He was still bullying in school as well only it was with different classes. We just hadn't picked up on it."

Tim nodded as the headmaster continued, "We recovered stuff from his locker, including money. I'll send you a detailed report of his activities but he's a nasty piece of work. Did you see the other two boys outside my office?"

Tim nodded again.

"They're his cronies, or rather I think they are. Yet they seemed to be just as glad to be rid of him. Again I think that there was some sort of coercion. As you know, I saw his enslavement as a cheap publicity stunt. I was wrong. The class was pleased to see the back of him. Are you going to be able to handle him OK?"

"I'll punish him for earning those other beatings," Tim grinned, "It'll keep until I get him home though. I'll put my other boys in charge of him and match any punishments they give."

"By all means start in front of those other boys," the headmaster said, "They need to understand where their present behaviour is taking them."

They shook hands again as Tim left. Xavier had recovered enough to glare defiantly at Tim.

"Dad's gonna fire you and have you in court for not looking after me," he exclaimed.

Tim swung his hand landing a blow to Xavier's cheek that sent the boy flying. Tim bent over, grabbed Xavier's hair with one hand and pulled him. He grabbed the boy's balls with his other and squeezed until Xavier cried out in pain. Blood trickled from his nose.

"You are enslaved," Tim said quietly, "It's for life so get used to it. If you don't want to then it's going to be a very short painful life. When I let you go, turn round and face the wall."

Tim undid his belt and slid it out of the loops.

"You spoke without permission."

Xavier was not expecting the first stroke. He felt the thud and being knocked into the wall he was standing against just before he felt the fiery streak between his shoulder blades. He screamed as the second blow landed and cried freely with the next four.

"You call me Master when you do have permission to speak," Tim added, "You will call everyone else, sir."

This time it was his arse and thighs that took the blows. Xavier was beyond reason. He collapsed as far as he dare. He pressed against the wall as far down as his knees. His lower legs splayed backwards a little. It was not comfortable or restful but it helped him feel a little smaller and less conspicuous. He would have sunk to his knees if he dared.

Tim was done, replacing his belt as the headmaster came out.

"I see you've began his training," he said.

"We'll see," Tim said, "Xavier stand up and stand in front of your friend. Say good bye to him and apologise for getting him into trouble. Just remember how my hand will sting on those bruises if you forget why I just punished you."

Xavier leapt up to stand in front of the first boy. "Goodbye, sir. I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."

"Next boy," Tim snapped.

Xavier shifted position and repeated his little speech.

The two other boys were staring in wide eyed terror, their chests heaving as they breathed in short anxious gasps. They glanced between Tim and the headmaster. Tim felt his cock twitching again, responding to the awesome power he wielded. Trying to regain his composure he turned to the headmaster.

"He seems to be learning," he said quietly.

"Indeed," the headmaster replied, "Would you be willing to take these two on if it became necessary?"

Only Tim saw the headmaster wink.

"If their parents decide it's the only way then yes," Tim said, "Maybe they'll tell you everything that they've been up to and mend their ways. I've got Xavier to experiment with. I'd really be able to go to town with them."

The headmaster accompanied Tim to the entrance.

"Thank you for your assistance," the headmaster said warmly, "It's always a problem when victims are scared to come forwards. Those two aren't so bad so between you scaring the life out of them and me keeping a close eye on them they should buck their ideas up."

Outside, Tim let the leash drop as he climbed into the rickshaw. Once settled, he turned to Xavier.

"You follow and keep up," he snapped, "If you'd like to be sent to a black brothel then disobey me. I'll have you declared wild and out of control. That's after I've whipped you raw."

Xavier glared at Tim. Of course he was not going to follow him. All he had to do was wait until he could dive down an alley or something then run for home. Once he had worked on his father he would be out of the restraints and it would be Tim who was in deep trouble. Deep down though, he knew it was not true. Tim had the headmaster's full consent. No one else was coming to his aid. He looked fearfully at Tim's back as he trotted down the street.

He was blushing furiously with embarrassment at being naked in the street. With his hands still restrained behind his head, his body was on full display. He felt exposed and vulnerable accepting that even if he did try to run then everyone would see and shout a warning to Tim.

Fearing Tim's punishments he ran on, ignoring the pain to his feet. Like most boys he spent a lot of time barefoot. Shorts and, when appropriate, T-shirts were deemed sufficient to mark out a free boy. However, he was unused to running steadily along a hard tarmacadam road so his feet hurt. Still he dared not seek help.

He was struggling by the time they got home but Tim ignored him simply telling Joe to take him to the dungeon to stand beside his brother. Tim paused when he saw Joe's look.

"What's wrong?" Tim asked.

"TY took Bertram and they're in the orchard," Joe replied.

Ty straightened nervously as he watched Tim hurry over. He assumed the display position waiting on Tim's pleasure.

"Why isn't he in the dungeon as I instructed?" Tim asked. He was quiet but Ty could hear the threat in his tone.

"Please Master, I disobeyed you," Ty replied, "But you also said that he should be out of the way. I freed his hands from the collar but I fitted leg irons so he's still shackled. He's out of the way as you ordered, he's restrained as you ordered and he's working instead of standing around."

"I didn't tell you to get on with your work when we got back, either," Tim said sternly though there was a twinkle in his eye, "You could be idling around doing nothing."

"Yes Master," Ty responded, "Slaves shouldn't use their initiative, should they?"

"He'd work better if hands were free," Tim said, "Can we trust him?"

"I think so Master," Ty said, "Maybe leave the leg irons until they've come and chipped him."

"OK," Tim agreed, "But you still disobeyed a direct order. I'll make do with six strokes of the cane instead of fifty lashes but you took initiative too far."

"Yes Master, I understand," Ty replied, "Can Bertram stay here for now, please? Would you keep him away from his brother, please Master?"

"You're trying to manipulate me," Tim growled, "That's another six strokes."

Ty swallowed unhappily.

"Yes Master," he answered a little sulkily.

"Why don't you start again/" Tim said, "Explain yourself without the games."

"We talked on our way out here," Ty said, "He was a bit disobedient to start with so I grabbed his balls and squeezed them a few times. He got the message and understood that no one would help him. I pulled him along by his cock. He didn't like that much either but like I said it helped him understand."

Ty paused, "It was a bit weird. As he gave in so he started talking. I didn't understand much because he was jumping around as if he was trying to get it all out in one go. I thought he was saying that he liked boys. I mean young boys like Xavier. His brother found out and used it to blackmail him and manipulate him. I mean Xavier let him do sex with him if he cooperated. I tried to keep them apart until I could speak to you, Master."

Bertram knew that he could not escape though at least he could cover his genitals with his hands. He could not believe how Ty had just betrayed him. Ty had been right, shock at his enslavement had released all his pent up fears and thoughts. He had not stopped to consider Ty's reaction and did not understand Ty's loyalty to his Master."

Tim stood staring at Ty.

"That was an acceptable way of using your initiative," he said at last, "I'll knock the first six strokes off but you did try to manipulate me rather than be up front so the second six stand."

He turned to Bertram, "I suppose you thought he was betraying you but he wasn't. You can fuck Xavier whenever Ty gives you permission. In fact I want both you and Ty to give him a taste of what being in a black brothel would be like.

Bertram frowned, "I don't want to do that to my brother."

Tim slapped his face hard enough for him to stagger slightly. As Bertram recovered, Tim stood waiting. Without warning Tim slapped the slave's face again.

Bertram looked puzzled more than angry.

"Answer properly," Tim said calmly, "Convince me that you understand my instructions."

"I must show Xavier what it's like to be a black brothel boy, Master," Bertram replied. It was an emotionless recitation without any meaning.

"Ty is willing to help you so he must think that there's enough potential to make it worth while. From what I heard at his school Xavier's not worth the effort. If you're having sex on my instructions he hasn't got a hold on you, has he?"

Bertram stared at him thoughtfully before saying, "Please don't send him to the brothels, Master."

"I promised your father that I would do my best," Tim said, "First we've got to knock that attitude out of him. What are your orders?"

Bertram paused, "To teach him that he's not in control any more. To show him that he can't use me by treating him like a brothel boy when I have sex with him. I understand, Master. Ty will help me."

"No, you will help Ty," Tim said, "He will keep a prod and a cane nearby and use them freely. Learn your new position, too. Now display."

Tim leant forward to grab Bertram's cock before kneading his balls. Instinctively Bertram tried to lower his arms until a sharp retort from Tim stopped him. Tim shifted his hand to Ty's cock and balls. Ty remained impassive but pushed his forwards a little to help Tim.

"Ty is going to take you to the dungeon. He's going to use surgical tape to remove all your body hair then he's going to fuck you. If he was free he'd be straight by the way but he's also an obedient slave so he only worries about my needs. That's why he's your overseer and you will obey him. Ty relax. Bertram go and stand by the compost heap."

Once Bertram was out of earshot Tim said, "He's a lot more obedient than I expected. I thought he was a loud mouthed bully."

"I don't know, Master," Ty replied, "Could he still be expecting his father to rescue him?"

"No," Tim answered, "He'd be shooting his mouth off more not less. Keep an eye on him. Make sure that he's not just waiting for a chance to escape or something. Secure him how you like and treat him as harshly as you can. Can you handle it?"

"Yes Master," Ty replied.

"Good, If anything's going to make him play up then it's going to be having a fifteen year old kid in charge.

Ty broke into a grin.

"May I call him Bertie, Master?"

Tim nodded, "Good idea. That can be his slave name. You'd better get on. Tell Ryan to fetch Xavier…"

Tim paused and grinned, "Tell Ryan to send Xavie out to me."

Tim waited in the shade of the orchard. Ryan looked at Tim quizzically as he left Xavie but said nothing. Tim had to stoop a little to fondle the young boy's undeveloped balls and watched as Xavie sullenly accepted Tim's handling. Tim straightened before leading Xavie over to a tree and making him stand with his back to it.

Tim knelt to tie Xavie's ankles together with the cord looped behind the tree. Removing the manacles, Tim similarly tied the boys hands behind the tree.

He gently stroked Xavie's chest, gently massaging his nipples so that, despite himself, Xavie groaned appreciatively. As Xavie relaxed, Tim stopped and stepped back.

"You're trouble," he said, "And I don't need any more. Convince me that I shouldn't leave you here to die of exposure."

Xavie looked fearfully at his new master. Everyone had an angle but he could not figure Tim's. Surely Tim knew of his father's reputation and his father knew where he was so why was Tim treating him so badly? He saw the signs. Tim liked his body yet, so far, he had not been able to turn it to his advantage.

"Is dad paying you to scare me?" he asked, "Just tell him you've done it and let me go. You could play with my arse while we're waiting for him. I won't tell him."

Tim grabbed Xavie by the throat and squeezed. At first the boy stared calmly back into Tim's eyes but as the oxygen in his body was used up so he began to panic, struggling against the ropes and the hand that was slowly killing him. Tim let the boy struggle just long enough to convince himself that Xavie's panic was genuine then released him. Xavie struggled to inhale massive lungfuls of air. He screamed when Tim rested his hand around his throat again.

"Please don't," he begged.

"I could take a piece of cord tie it round your neck just tight enough to make you struggle," Tim said, "Some adults do it for fun. It makes them cum. You're a bit young for that though. You'll just have the pain."

"Please," Xavie pleaded again, "I'm sorry I made you angry."

"You haven't made me angry," Tim smiled gently, "I'm very pleased with you."

Xavie looked at him confused.

"Granddad doesn't like me abusing slaves. Tim explained, "I can only do it if they're bad. Like I said, you're trouble so I can do what I like with you. That's why you're out here. No one will get upset because I'm torturing you."

Xavier stared wide-eyed at Tim as he continued, "If I leave you out here I might smear that little cock of yours with sugar. It'll attract all the insects, you know, wasps, bees mosquitoes, things that sting or bite. I wonder if they'll like your arse if I stuff sugar up there."

"No please," Xavier begged, tears in his eyes, "I'll be good. Please don't do that to me."

Tim slapped his face, "You're not listening, are you? You're no use to me if you're good. I want someone I can torture. You just have to understand what'll happen to you if you're too good or too bad."

"Please, I don't want to be hurt or tortured."

Tim took the cord and lashed it against Xavie's stomach.

"Good boy. You didn't call me master just to please me.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know.

Tim lashed the boy's thighs.

"And speaking without permission. That's good.

Xavie burst into tears. His chest convulsed again as the sobs welled up from deep inside. Tim waited until, exhausted the cries settled down to a gentle weeping.

"So far you haven't given me a reason for keeping you. If you think I'm bad imagine what would happen to you in a black brothel, especially if I told all your victims where you were. Now, are you my torture toy?"

Xavie was beaten. Everything he said seemed to get him into more and more trouble. He was not the baby brother any more and he had no doubt that Tim could sell him to the worst kind of black brothel if he wanted. His only hope was to get to the phone and plead with his mother or better still his father. Even his fifteen year old sister might help.

"Yes Master," he whispered. He was tempted to ask whether his family knew how he was being treated. It should have unsettled Tim but in his heart he knew that it would not.

"I reckon that it's time for dinner," Tim said cheerfully, "You haven't been very good so you don't deserve any, do you."

Any ten year old is naturally hungry and the mention of food reminded Xavier that he had missed the packed lunch he took to to school. He looked at Tim waiting for his reply.

"No Master," he sobbed in reply.

"Good, so you don't mind waiting here, do you?" Tim said rather than asked, "You'd put the others off their meal if they know that you're just standing around."

"No Master," Xavier sobbed again.

Chapter 8

Dinner times varied. That evening Tim and Charles sat at each end of the dinner table while the boys stood along the sides. At first there was an air of tension as the boys looked warily at Tim.

"Where's Xavie, please Master?" Ty asked cautiously gauging Tim's mood.

"Tied to a tree in the orchard wondering when I'm going to release him. I've mentioned leaving him to die of exposure and smothering his groin and arse crack with something sweet and sticky to attract the insects. How about you, Bertie. Do you understand what it means to be a slave yet?"

Bertie glanced nervously between Ty and Tim wondering how to answer. He thought of Ty's answers back in the class room, remembering how confidently he spoke.

"I think so, Master," he replied, "I know I'm going to use that gel to keep myself smooth."

Tim laughed, "And do you understand that you're not gay or straight any more, just a slave?"

"Yes Master," Bertie answered, "I can't believe that Ty has got to like gay stuff. I don't think that I will."

"I'm just a good slave," Ty laughed, "Only happy when my master is."

To Bertie's surprise the other boys chuckled happily, relieved that they did not have to fear Tim.

"So what about Xavier?" Charles asked.

"Xavie," Tim corrected, "He'll be working for Ryan so Ryan can go out to him later. He can take Joe. I don't think a ten year old will stand up to a couple of thirteen year olds for long. Oh and Ryan, if I hear that you fed him tonight I will cane you. It would be useful if you did feed him but I'm not ordering it."

"Master?" Ryan asked.

"He's the manipulator and knows he shouldn't be fed. If Grandfather and I don't ask then no one has to tell us so feeding him would give him an edge over Ryan. I'd like to see what he does with it."

"But I wouldn't really be disobeying you, would I Master?"

"No."

"I'll feed him, Master," Ty said, "Morgan's not here tonight so I can fuck him in exchange. I don't mind being beaten as much as Ryan so you can do me for both."

"OK!" Tim agreed, "I'd still like Ryan and Joe to start his training though. I also want you to fit a collar and long chain cuffs to Bertie. He can keep the ankle chain as well. You will also gag him unless I'm in earshot.

Tim looked at Charles, "You said that they were loud mouthed and big headed but Bertie's been very quiet. He told Ty that he was into his ten year old brother but he's just said that he couldn't do gay stuff. I don't trust him."

"I'd like a word with you, Andy and Ty in my study," Charles said.

A little later the rest of the boys had permission to watch television while Charles and the three he asked for settled down in private.

"I was wrong to involve us, wasn't I?" Charles asked.

"No but discipline's a lot more visible," Tim replied, "It's not what you want is it?"

Charles shook his head, "No. Dan's given in too easily as well. I expected him to be phoning, demanding to see his boys, making sure they're all right but he's gone away for a few days. I've got this horrible feeling that he's up to something and warned his boys not to get disposed of."

"But how does that help free them?" Tim asked.

"I don't know," Charles replied, "I'm probably just imagining it. Ty, Andy, if I'm not imagining it then something's going to be aimed at Tim. You're slaves, you could just get on with your work and not care what happens. Is that the the way you feel?"

No Grandfather," they both answered together then Ty added, "You don't have to keep asking every time there's a problem. Dad had an account once. His client got old and senile and was ruled incompetent. He'd taken on a couple slaves for a friend. Because he was incompetent at the time the enslavements were considered unsafe and they were freed. I always thought that they were temporary slaves or something so I don't know if it helps."

"Thanks Ty," Tim said, "It's all guesswork at the moment. I can forget that caning, you did well today."

Ty laughed, "I hate myself for saying this but you can't. Not if they're up to something. Just be more careful about giving them out in the future, Master."

"And I'll do them hard enough so that you can show them how tough you are," Tim chuckled.

"Thank you Master, I think," Ty exclaimed.

As the boys left the study Charles felt relieved that they were still cheerful and relaxed. Although manacled and gagged, Bertie was allowed to sleep with the other boys in a sleeping bag while Xavie slept in a cage in the dungeon.

Tim was still more worried about his future classmates but their reaction to Bertram's enslavement was less of a problem than he feared. They were all used to seeing slaves and he was not the first of their friends to be enslaved. It was a shock to see it happen and by someone their age but they knew that Bertram was facing court so his enslavement was a possibility anyway. The only gossip to last was why Dan Garrick had allowed it to happen with so little fuss.

Half a dozen or so of the boys accepted Tim's invitation to visit. They took in the young slaves ready to serve them, other free boys visiting some of the younger slaves and the adults being greeted by Charles.

Tim led the way to the orchard where Ty, Bertie and Morgan were working.

"Don't you have a power mower?" one of the boys asked.

Tim shook his head, "There's no point in buying fuel and feeding slaves. Now I've got Bertie, Ty can cope easily."

He turned and called Ty who hurried over to stand at the display.

"I told you and Morgan to relax, today," Tim said, "You're disobeying me."

"Not really, Master. I'm not trying to get everything ready by today but I didn't feel right leaving it unfinished."

"So do you know what foundations the shed needs?"

"Yes Master. I thought it could go over there in that clear patch. We'll dig a trench across to the boundary then down to the house. It'll take an electricity cable and water supply. If you allow us time to dig a deeper trench we could put in a sewer pipe as well."

"I'll get in a work gang for the trench," Tim said, "The run may be long enough to warrant a digger and the gradient will have to be right. Grandfather will show you what's needed for the foundations. That'll keep you occupied."

"Yes Master," Ty responded cheerfully.

"See that Morgan rests," Tim added, "That means you'll have to as well, so go and grab a cold drink or something.

"What about Bertie, Master?" Ty asked.

"Let's see if he carries on working without slacking off. If he does then he can join us for the barbecue."

"Yes Master."

As Ty hurried off, one of the boys asked Tim, "Is he really that keen? Dad says that all slaves are useless unless you're on their backs all the time."

"I've got one or two like it," Tim replied, "He throws everything into whatever he's doing. These grounds are his world now so heaven help any weed that appears."

"Yes but he's too bloody cheeky," the boy persisted, "I remember him in class."

"True, John," Tim agreed, "Morgan had a custody hearing. Ty acted as his slave. Morgan caned him in the court, not because Ty misbehaved but because Morgan needed to make a point. Look at them now. What do you suppose would happen if someone tried to hurt Morgan?"

There was a thoughtful silence before another boy asked, "I know you're gay. Are all your slaves gay as well?"

"They're slaves and whatever I want them to be," Tim responded, "They've got each other or their right hand. Maybe they'd prefer girls but they're not going to get any so they'd better make do with what's available."

"Dad says that why they're slaves. They've got no self control."

"How long can you go without emptying your balls?" Tim asked.

The boy blushed but another piped up, "It's not gay to use a slave like that, is it?"

"So they say, Al," Tim smiled, "I'm gay, my boyfriend is gay and like I said, life slaves are whatever we want them to be."

"So you wouldn't mind if someone fucked them," Al persisted.

"I'd prefer it if you asked them," Tim said, "And me if it comes to that. In Xavie's case you can all take a turn if you like. Joe would ask you to queue up and love every minute of it. Ty would see it as a challenge. Davie's off limits and Andy belongs to Granddad. The others would see it as their duty and I'd expect you to look after my property.

"So it wouldn't be like a brothel?" John asked.

"No. The boys take their duties very seriously, if that's what a guest wanted then they'd do their best to please him. I wouldn't want that enthusiasm destroyed."

I thought you had a dungeon," Al said.

"I do and I use it," Tim answered.

I don't get it. Surely if you torture them then they hate you?"

"Some would. A couple of them get real hard down there. It's fun expanding their limits whether they want to or not. It's not so much fun damaging them."

"Can we see it?" Al asked.

"You can play in it if you want to," Tim offered, "Use Xavie, I'm still breaking him because he still thinks that his dad will rescue him."

"That sounds like the old man," Al laughed,

"Bertram's not so bad when he's on his own," John said, "Can I talk to him?"

"Go ahead. Grandfather allows all the boys to have visitors on Sundays."

"What about the wrestling?" another boy asked, "You said we could do that."

No one had any sex that afternoon not even the wrestlers. They gradually plucked up courage, followed Tim's lead and stripped off. They did learn not to get embarrassed if contact got a little too intimate and they got used to accepting a slave's training.

John spent the afternoon with Bertie. Tim suspected that John had warned Bertie about slacking off. He could see John helping but he did not mind. Giving Bertie a few privileges might help settle him.

"John's close to old man Garrick," Al said as they sat and ate, "I could see him being used as a messenger or something."

"Should I go out to them, Master? Ty asked. He was kneeling beside Tim as usual while Davie sat with the other boys around his age. Even so both Tim and Davie managed to exchange glances and smiles.

"No. You're under orders to relax," Tim smiled, "Or would you prefer a little work out in the dungeon. Al could get some hands on experience."

Ty looked at Al appraisingly finding his cock twitching, "Could we spend an afternoon down there, Master?"

Al blushed especially when his own cock stirred.

"Don't worry, sir," Ty said to Al, "I'm sure Master Tim has said it's to do with finding physical limits and not gay."

"You'll go too far one day," Tim said trying to be stern, "He can take you down for a caning now if he thinks you deserve it."

"I'm sorry, Master," Ty said, "And you as well, sir. Shall I fetch you a drink?"

"He's not sorry, is he," Al said as Ty strolled over to the drinks table., "I've never met a slave like him."

"He can wait in the slave's quarters if he's bothering you."

"No, he's OK. I like him."

"So do I," Tim said, "In his case it's 'what you see is what you get'. In Bertie and Xavie's case it's what they're planning next."

Ty was returning as Al asked, "Can I handle him?"

"Ty put those drinks down and display for Mister Al."

Ty promptly obeyed standing beside Al's chair. Al leaned out touching Ty's thigh as Ty obligingly pushed his hips forward. Encouraged Al held Ty's balls, kneading them gently before running his hand between the slave's legs.

Ty groaned a little. Al's hand shot back as Ty's cock swelled becoming more erect.

"Sorry," he said to Tim, "I was just curious to see how obedient he is."

"Like I said," Tim laughed, "He never does anything half heartedly. If you want to be really cruel, tell him not to cum until you give him permission."

"I'll do that if he gets too cheeky. Can he relax again, please?"

Suddenly, Al was looking uncomfortable, worried almost as he asked, "I've got a big favour. Say no if you like but there's something I'd like to do."

"Go on," Tim said.

"It's a big favour for next Saturday. Say no if you like."

"We've already agreed on that. What do you want?"

Al took a deep breath, "Borrow Ty. I don't suppose I can. He's got all his jobs to do here."

"Ty's never had a good experience when he's loaned out. I don't want him hurt again."

"He won't be," Al said quickly, "At least he shouldn't be. It's my cousins birthday party. He's fifteen. I like him and and his dad, Uncle Alan. His mother died and they need someone to keep house. It's Uncle Fred. He's too mean to own slaves and keeps telling stories about how vicious and useless they are. He's the oldest and sees himself as the head of the family. He says that he doesn't want the family buying slaves just because it's fashionable."

"So why does everyone listen to him?" Tim asked.

"Because he never lets go. If Uncle Alan bought a slave, Uncle Fred would be round there all the time pointing out everything the slave did wrong, even when he didn't if you get what I mean."

"Dad and I want to help. I'm thinking if I turned up with an obedient, well mannered slave, I'd be able to prove Uncle Fred wrong. Ty would only be on loan so Uncle Fred wouldn't have time to pick on him."

"You want an obedient slave and you're asking for Ty," Tim smiled, "Would you want him to speak up for himself if your Uncle started picking on him?"

"I don't know," Al replied, "It might be fun if he did. It would depend on how Dad and Uncle Alan reacted."

"OK. Ty can volunteer if he wants to. It might be a bit tough on him so I don't suppose he will. If I force him, he could play up, you know act sullen and resentful. That would play into your Uncle Fred's hands. If he volunteers then I expect him back without any permanent damage."

"You don't think it'll be too tough for me, do you Master?" Ty asked, his cock surging.

"It depends on this Uncle Fred," Tim replied, "If no one has slaves they won't know how to handle you. He might try and take over."

"Please Master, may I help one of your friends," Ty said, "You have enough trouble with your family, why should Mr. Al have to put up with it as well?"

"If you're sure," Tim said.

"Yes Master, I'm sure," Ty said firmly.

"OK You won't be able to change your mind after Al leaves today."

Ty frowned but said nothing else. A little later he fetched some more drinks.

"Suggesting he can't cope, insults him," Tim explained, "He wouldn't back out now if you were to hang him. Figure out how you want him to behave and brief him on the way."

The following week was routine and Ty was picked up about lunchtime on Saturday. Tim and the others heard Ty's account the following evening.

A couple of neighbours were helping Alan prepare and a few of his son's friends had already turned up and were kicking a ball around. The game stopped as Ty jumped out the car to hold door for Al's father who looked a little uncomfortable. Al just sat, waiting for the slave to hurry round open the passenger door for him. Al managed a smile and a wink before he turned to greet his cousin.

"Who's the slave?" his cousin asked, "Is it yours?"

"His name is Ty," Al said sharply, "Ty, this is Terry. Treat him as your master this afternoon."

"Yes Mr. Al," Ty replied before turning to Terry, "I'm at your service, Master."

"Er… " Terry tried uncertainly.

"Should I fetch you and your friends a drink, Master? Are they in the house?"

Al's father was still uneasy as he stood watching.

"I'll take him through," he said, "And explain who he is."

He turned to go but Ty stood waiting for Terry's permission. The boy finally got the message and nodded.

"Wow," Terry exclaimed, "How come you've got a slave like that?"

"A friend lent him to me," Al said, "Don't be fooled by him. He's agreed to do this while we stand up to Uncle Fred. He doesn't like bullies."

"He is a slave though," Terry asked, "It's not some sort of game, is it?"

"You could fuck him if you wanted to," Al smiled, "He's a slave."

As Ty returned so another car drew up. A smartly dressed, affable looking man got out.

"You're on, Ty," Al whispered, "This is Uncle Fred."

"Hello Alan," Uncle Fred said, "Happy Birthday."

"Thank you, Uncle," Terry replied, "Could you call me Terry, please. There's too many Als and Alans already."

"You should be proud of your grandfather's name, Alan. I'm sure your mother's father will understand our family tradition."

"May I fetch a drink for your guest, Master Terry," Ty asked.

Frederick froze as if seeing Ty for the first time.

"Send that boy back to where he came," Fred ordered. He was still calm but his tone brooked no argument.

Terry glanced at Al.

"Ty's my responsibility, Uncle Frederick," Al said, "If I took him home now, Dad and I would have to leave."

"I'll speak to your father about this. In the mean time teach the boy to address us properly."

"Excuse me sir, but Mr. Al has said that I should regard Master Terry as my master this afternoon. He would have to rescind that order first. How should I address you, Master Terry?"

Technically, Ty had spoken without permission. However, he was polite and defending his master. No one knew how to deal with it. Ty stood waiting, obviously expecting an answer. It was one of Terry's friends who broke the silence.

"Maybe he should call him Terry today," he said, "He's new here and he might get confused especially since Al brought him."

"That's right," Terry said, "You think slaves are useless, don't you Uncle. It might be better if I had a distinctive name for him."

"I suggest you mind your manners and show some respect for your grandfather if you want my birthday present, Terrence."

Frederick marched into the house. Terry patted Ty's shoulder.

"With respect, Master, you shouldn't do that. It would be better if you slapped me for upsetting your grandfather."

"I can't do that. You're helping me."

"Yes Master and I can only do that if you do your part as well."

Terry looked at Al, "What do I do?"

"Ty isn't expecting an easy time," Al replied, "But let's all chill out for a while."

For a time they all lolled around on the lawn. Ty knelt, respectfully crossing his wrists behind his back, answering their questions while the parents kept a discreet eye on them from the house. Occasionally they became concerned such as when Ty turned round to display his arse or when he held his cock and stroked it a couple of times.

Al's father kept the peace.

"He's a slave."he said, "He's just showing them what happens when a citizen loses all his freedom."

"Yes but my Julie's touching him. He's rock hard now."

"And he's still kneeling in position with all the others around. I'd worry if they were trying to sneak behind the tool shed."

"He's a slave," Frederick said, "And he's causing trouble. I warned you."

Alan headed for the door and yelled, "Foods up kids. Come and get it."

The guests leapt up running for the house. Terry stopped and waited for Ty to follow him. He was still erect and as the adults watched so Terry seemed to issue a command. Ty flicked his cock letting the sting deflate it. He entered and stood against a wall while everyone else grabbed food and drink.

Ty held Terry's plate and drink while Terry ate.

"I'm leaving now," Frederick said to Terry, "I hope your manners are better the next time we meet."

"Ty, hand that plate back. Come and grab something for yourself," Alan ordered.

Ty glanced at Terry who nodded.

"Al's made his point," Alan said, "I could do with some help what with work and running this place. How do I find someone like you?"

"Master Tim doesn't think I'm a very a good slave, sir," Ty replied, "Why not ask him to help. He chose boys about thirteen to keep house. There's something else you should think about though. Grandfather doesn't think that a boy is replacing his wife in bed."

"Ye Gods," Alan exclaimed, "Do slaves ever think of anything except sex?"

"I didn't mean to offend you sir. Slaves are naked and have to obey. Perhaps that's why we think about it so much."

"Touché," Alan grinned, "Thank you Ty. I'll talk to Al to see if your master would help. Thank you for your help today. It's time Freddie realises that he can't control this family."

"I'm just serving Master Terry, sir."

"Quite. You'd better get back to him."

"It had been a long afternoon for the guests and some were drifting away as it got dark. Enslavement was a constant fear for parents so they tended to fuss over their children well into their teens and beyond. While parties without adults present were unthinkable so Terry was soon left with a group of boys who were going to sleep over.

Escaping from the adults they headed for Terry's bedroom. Al was with them. Ty stood waiting for instructions while they played computer games.

"If he's your slave, can you touch his balls?" one of Terry's friends asked.

Terry glanced at Al, "He's not really my slave. I don't know."

"He is for now. You just can't do any permanent damage. I meant it when I said that you could fuck him."

As Ty recounted his story back home he was aware that most of the boys were becoming excited at the prospect of hearing of his sexual adventures. He paused theatrically to build up the tension but Charles took the chance to intervene.

"How would you describe Al's family?" he asked.

Ty grappled with the change of direction before replying, "They're what my parents would call the masses, Grandfather. I think another word is suburban. I thought that they were good kind people but…"

He hesitated, unsure how to continue before adding, "I was used to living around lawyers and accountants… you know professionals who could afford large houses and enough grounds to be secluded, like you live here. They have much smaller incomes, smaller houses and much less privacy. Neighbours and parents of Terry's friends all helped get his party ready. I suppose it's what they call community spirit but the downside is no one wants to be the first to do something. Mr. Al's uncle needs a slave but getting one would make him different."

"And now?" Charles asked.

"I was asked about my training and my duties. I think a few families where husband and wife worked might be interested in getting a slave. The oddest thing was that everyone was so shy about sex, even the kids."

"So nothing happened?" Jimmy asked.

"I'll tell you in a minute," Ty grinned, "They weren't used to slaves and I got the impression that they didn't want to seem too eager to handle me."

"I thought most people had slaves," Davie said.

"Domestic slaves are a lot more common in large towns and cities," Charles said, "A small place like this has less crime and fewer slaves. Remember, you caused a stir because so many of you arrived at once."

"Yes Grandfather," Ty said, "And they try to sell slaves in the community they grew up in. It's deterrence letting their friends see them."

"And what about Al's Uncle Fred?" Tim asked.

"He was a bit more pompous but nothing serious."

"So did you have any sex?" Davie asked.

Ty grinned, "You might be right, Master. If a girl just looked at my cock, it got hard but I couldn't do anything about it. When it was down to the boys sleeping over there was too much talk about playing with my cock being gay. Mr. Al got to sleep in the guest room. I was supposed to sleep on the floor.

"Once he was in bed he relaxed then got hard. He was so shy when he asked me if I could do anything about it. You should have seen his face when I knelt across him and took it up the arse. It got even better because a couple of Terry's friends came in to ask him about using me. I think that I was answering their question quite well. You should have seen their faces when I came without even touching myself. Mr. Al's face was a picture as well."

"So you managed to embarrass free citizens, did you?" Tim asked.

Ty grinned, "No Master. I was an obedient slave. They embarrassed themselves to start with."

"To start with?" Charles asked.

"Yes Grandfather. I gave the boys blowjobs then I had to jack into my hand and eat it. That's when I think that they started to relax."

"You managed to cum twice," Charles said, "That was good going."

"The two boys were too edgy. It took a while to get them going and I was enjoying myself."

"That sounds a bit gay. How come you liked it so much?"

Ty shrugged, "It's not my choice any more. I got to cum which every guy needs to do and I liked the reactions I got."

Ty was getting hard talking about it. It should have been humiliating divulging his innermost secrets but it was part of his life and typically he could not be half hearted about it.

His estimate of the tight, conservative community that he had visited was fairly accurate. Very few people were anti-gay but most were uncomfortable stepping outside the comfort zone called normal. Using a slave for sex might be done but it should never be discussed in polite society.

Stories of Al's activities spread via the boys. Their behaviour was classed the same as having porn. All boys did it but again it was a private matter. Ty had impressed everyone and suddenly slave owning became acceptable conversation.

News of how Ty had impressed so many conservatives filtered through to the Concerned Parents League and Slavery as Punishment Society. By association Tim's standing had also increased, strengthening his position. His enemies needed to act and so it was not long after that he received a summons to attend a hearing to answer a request to have his adult status revoked.

The next day he visited a solicitor.

"There can be two hearings," Mr. Lloyd said, "The first one is very informal. It's purpose is to establish the framework for the formal hearing. Witnesses do not have to take an oath so slaves can be questioned. A far wider range of evidence is acceptable. If it goes to the second hearing then everyone knows what witnesses needs to be called and what evidence will be accepted or refuted.

"Since the case questions your maturity and competency then I suggest that you speak for yourself and I send a junior to take notes. You are very capable, Mr. Matheson and your own best evidence. If all the allegations prove groundless then we will not go to the second hearing.

Tim nodded, swallowing nervously. Mr. Lloyd smiled.

"I've been handling your affairs since you arrived," he said, "Over confidence is dangerous but I shouldn't be too concerned. I know some of the people lined up against you. They have a habit of constructing a flimsy case but with so many allegations, something often sticks or else their victim seeks to settle out of court rather than try to cope with it all.

Now the plaintiff in this case is your father. He is supported by the Parents in Charge League. Their argument is that your er… lover is only twelve years old. It demonstrates your immaturity, inability to mix with your peers and an inability to understand adult care of a minor."

Mr. Lloyd raised his hand as Tim tried to speak.

"Please, I have met Davie. I'm just outlining their case. Their second allegation is that you are unable to handle the money you acquired and that it should be properly administered. I drew up the agreement with your grandfather and I have a copy of your accounts. We can dismiss that one.

You are also accused of inciting your younger brother to defy his family and live an unnatural lifestyle. Unnatural in this case means indulging in homosexual activities when he is in fact straight.

Their final allegation is that you are argumentative and intransigent, refusing all offers of your paternal grandfather to mediate.

Mr. Lloyd paused letting Tim digest what he had said before continuing, "Normally that last allegation would be his word against yours but he is claiming that he has supporting evidence in your refusal to accept Richard Wiley's guilt."

"Your father is also alleging degenerate behaviour with your slaves. One of the purposes of the preliminary hearing is to disclose evidence. We'll have to wait and see what they have.

"However the Concerned Parents Association allege that you denied Mr. Wilson custody of his son by offering appropriate discipline yet allow him to reside with his mother."

"Is the Concerned Parents anything to do with the Parents in Charge?" Tim asked.

"No. To be honest they are both seen as stepping stones into politics. They'd rather score points over each other than fight for a common cause. Slavery as Deterrence is another one.

He permitted himself a small joke, "The liberal wing has just as much choice but they won't interfere in this case. One of their sponsors is a Dan Garrick. Do you know why?"

Two of his kids were enslaved before they went to court," Tim explained, "They were signed over to me."

"So the charges are spent and an unfit person was involved in their enslavement," Mr. Lloyd interrupted.

"Yes but their father actually enslaved them," Tim said.

"He would claim at your insistence. Were either of the boys under twelve?"

Tim nodded, "Yes Xavie."

"So we're back to your corrupt practices and preference for young boys. He's not trying to prove their innocence, only casting doubt whether their enslavement was in order."

"It does sound bad though," Tim said.

"FUD," Mr. Lloyd exclaimed.

Tim stared at him.

"Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt," Mr Lloyd exclaimed, "I told you, they're experts. There's not much substance though unless there's anything you haven't told me."

Tim shook his head. Tim was reassured Mr. Lloyd seemed so confident but it was still a depressingly long list of allegations.

He was obviously worried that night when they all gathered together. They nearly all shared his fears. The exception was Bertie, relieved that his father had a plan to rescue them. He couldn't resist adding to Tim's worries.

"Dad might have helped you," he said, "But he's going to be pretty pissed at the way you've treated Xavier and me. It might not be too late though. How about easing up on these chains?"

"Nice try," Ty snapped, "How about we all fuck you instead of Xavie tonight. We can find the biggest dildo we've got for him. Master Tim will sort it all out."

Ty turned to Tim, "I think his brother's getting the message. Could we put a chastity device on Bertie for a month."

"Ryan, what do you think of Xavie's behaviour?"

"I agree with Ty," Ryan answered, "Could he sleep in a sleeping bag with us instead of being tied to the punishment horse all night?"

"Bertie could take his place," Ty said, "He tries to sleep during working hours so he won't miss any."

"Fuck you," Bertie hissed.

"Master, you've got enough to worry about," Ty said, "Could Andy and I take Bertie down to the dungeon. We could give him some lessons on who fucks who and how to speak in front of you."

"I don't see why not," Tim said, "I've heard that washing his mouth with soap is effective but feel free to think of something else."

Ty grinned, "Oh I can think of a few other things. He'll not threaten you again."

"Is Xavie all right?" Charles asked, "I don't see him much."

Tim grinned, "We don't hurt him much. At his age tickling can be real torture. He's learnt to give good head and he can take anyone's cock down to their pubes, if they had any that is."

Charles chuckled.

"I understand his physical handling is tough but how is he mentally?"

"Still stubborn," Tim said, "He offered to pose for Richie providing he could get the chains off."

"That's right," Richie laughed, "Jimmy helped me chain him spread-eagle in the dungeon, then strapped his arse. He didn't like the pictures we took of him crying his head off. He still managed to swear at us though."

"I think they're both hanging on until their Dad frees them," Tim said, "While they're focussing on that then they won't settle down as slaves."

"You could be right," Charles agreed, "Is anyone worried by their treatment?"

"Bertie's secure, Master," Andy said as he returned, "I'm more worried by their behaviour than their treatment."

The other boys nodded.

"Ty's worried that he's not getting as much done in the garden as he should," Andy said, "I think Ryan prefers to leave Xavie chained up.

"That's right," Ryan said, "He's improving though and I was wondering if treating him more like one of us would get through to him."

"By all means try it," Tim said, "Let's see how they behave in the run up to my hearing."

The following Sunday just Al and John visited.

"The others know about the case," Al said, "I've got a couple of good luck cards for you. They know what the allegations are and if they're linked to you… well you know. I don't think any of the boy's friends will be visiting either."

Tim nodded, "What about John?"

"It's funny how he knows so much about it. How come you're letting him talk to Bertie again. He's probably telling Bertie all about it."

Tim grinned, "Be careful what you tell a slave wearing a thick collar like that. That one's got a radio mike and it's all being recorded. I'd have to attach a warning sticker if he was in public."

Al laughed out loud.

"Good one," he exclaimed, "Dad said I should help if I can. Your Mrs Arrowsmith was very helpful to Uncle Alan."

"Ty says that you found him very helpful as well."

Al blushed, "I forgot he's not allowed secrets from you. Was it OK though?"

"You tell me," Tim teased.

"I meant did you mind me fucking your slave."

"No," Tim replied, "He enjoyed it as well. Next time, try being more assertive and demanding."

Al stared at him, "What do you mean, next time."

"How about sleeping over, next Saturday? You can have the guest room and Ty can be your body slave."

"I'm gay," Al announced, "My parents know but I haven't told anyone else yet. Especially not John."

"I wondered," Tim said, "I couldn't tell my parents until all this started and then it sort of got announced on the news. Most people don't care but now my folks are using it as a way to get control of my money."

The day drifted on followed by another ordinary week. Bertie and Xavie were definitely becoming more restless and badly behaved. John had not told Bertie much more than he already knew though he asked a lot of questions about their treatment.

Al arrived early Saturday morning. He chatted with Tim and Charles for a while before wandering over to join Bertie and Ty. He grinned when he noticed that Bertie was only wearing an ordinary collar but it was Ty who he wanted to be with. Over the next couple of hours he gained in confidence, peeling off his clothes to work beside Ty.

Tim settled to his school work relaxing every so often to sit at a table in the garden and enjoy a cold drink. Each time, Al joined him.

"You can ask Ty over, if you like," Tim said on one occasion, "Have him kneel by your chair but you can give him a drink."

The first time, Ty looked at Tim for permission.

"Mr. Al may give you orders. Carry on in the garden as much as possible and you may explain when our orders conflict."

"Yes Master," Ty replied cheerfully.

The next morning Tim spotted Joe leaving Al's bedroom followed by Ty and Al who looked embarrassed.

"Joe knows more about gay sex stuff, Master," Ty said then grinned, "Now I know why there's cum in cucumber."

"Joe's got a thing about fruit," Davie giggled, "Don't ask him how he presses grapes or what the juice tastes like after."

Tim looked at Davie, frowning.

"Don't worry," Davie reassured him, "I only watched. Xavie seemed fascinated though."

"You're in charge," Tim said, turning to Al, "Don't let them push you."

"Joe was very good," Al said, "I've done stuff but he knows how to give it that extra edge."

Tim was pleasantly surprised to see a couple more of his future classmates arrive in the afternoon. They both brought guitars, amplifiers and other gear, nervously asking if they could practice in the orchard. Tim was happy to oblige, arranging the extension leads that they had forgotten and sending Joe to help them. He was glad to see that John was missing.

Everyone knew that they were just waiting for the hearing. The boys were quietly confident that Tim would cope. Charles was a little more worried but Tim had impressed him over the months. School had ended and he was ready to start the next term with his new friends.

Tim and Davie had a comfortable, loving relationship, able to support each other whenever they needed it. Ty and Tim were also close though it was definitely non-sexual with Ty accepting Tim as his master in an easygoing manner that never quite crossed the line into insolence.

In all Tim was as ready for the hearing as he could be.

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