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When You're At The Bottom

Chapters 9-13

Chapter 9

Tim waited nervously in the courtroom. As promised Mr. Higgins had sent a junior lawyer to take notes and was sitting beside him. Ty was kneeling on his other side ready to help.

Tim noticed John sitting with Dan Garrick in the public gallery. He was surprised to see Al sitting there with two of Tim's new friends. They were sitting as far as possible from Mr. Garrick and John.

Except for Ty, the court stood as the judge entered. He looked at Ty as the court sat again.

"Do we need a slave in here today?" he asked.

Tim stood, "I'm Tim Matheson, Your Honour. Ty is assisting me. Mr. Higgins is observing for my solicitor's benefit."

The judge stared at Ty again as he tried to sort Tim's papers.

"I don't like anyone speaking in this court having his papers scattered across the floor. He may sit at your table if you prefer."

"Thank you, Your Honour. It would help."

The judge smiled, "This hearing is partly an assessment on your competency. Do you have any thoughts on how to proceed? It may save time."

"Er, may I speak with Ty for a moment?" Tim asked.

"Unless you're telepathic, you're going to have to," the judge replied.

Tim swallowed and asked Ty for a file.

"Could we start with my accounts, Your Honour?" Tim asked, "My accountant prepared them up until yesterday."

"Very well," the judge agreed.

Tim picked a wad of papers from the file. He kept the top sheet and handed the rest to Ty.

"Give the judge a copy and give the rest to the other tables," he commanded.

Tim noticed the usher step forward but the judge raised his hand to stop him.

"As you can see, Your Honour," Tim began when Ty was sitting down again, "The return on my investment in Granddad's business is double the forecast at the time. My invested portfolio has increased by a quarter. Most of it is in low risk, long term stock. Of the high risk stock, my accountant handles half of it and I handle the other other. My half is slightly ahead at the moment. My accountant tends to follow conventional investment advice and I like to find out more about the company I'm investing in."

"So you submit that you are perfectly capable of handling your financial affairs," the judge asked.

"Sorry, yes I am, Your Honour."

"Looking at your father's statement, he claims that your paternal Grandfather is capable of advising you. Wouldn't a family member be preferable?"

Tim blushed, uncomfortable at embarrassing his grandfather.

"Not in this case," Tim answered, "If he wanted to pursue this matter then I would ask him to produce his own accounts and a record of his previous investments."

"I see," the judge acknowledged, "You prefer your accountants greater experience."

"Yes Your Honour."

"Very well. I accept that your accounts are properly handled and provide no cause for concern. Would you care to name the next item to be dealt with."

"Yes Your Honour. Morgan Wilson."

"Oh yes, the disabled boy."

"Morgan is not disabled, Your Honour. He is recovering from a brain tumour."

"My apologies to Morgan. I was referring to his father's submission. Go on."

"Originally the doctors were expecting an eighty per cent return of brain function. Now they're talking in terms of ninety five to a full hundred per cent. He enslaved himself to me to escape his father but he stays with his mother. He gets plenty of rest there but when he visits me he receives the exercise and attention he needs to stimulate him. Both his mother and I follow the guidelines laid down by the doctors and physiotherapists."

"And you claim his father doesn't," the judge asked.

"I have copies of his school reports, medical reports and a police report describing events at his last visit to his father."

"Your boy can just hand them to the usher from now on," the judge said, "It's his job, you know."

"Sorry, Your Honour."

"Don't be. I don't expect you to know court procedures. I also accept your arguments concerning Morgan Wilson. I have the reports of his last custody hearing. I agree with my fellow judges findings. Next."

"Richard Wiley, Your Honour?"

"Why not. I see your boy already has the paperwork ready."

"It's just his barrister's opinion as to why he should be released. I'm not being argumentative in applying for his release any more than any other applicant in a court."

"I have already seen the document and I agree, your application is well founded. It is for another court to decide whether it is enough and I share your concerns at the delay in hearing it.

He paused, "So far the allegations have been easily dealt with by the paperwork submitted. Do any of the interested parties present wish to challenge the evidence presented so far."

In other places interested parties could well object to not having the chance to question Tim. However Tim was not testifying. He was telling the judge what evidence he wanted to submit. The judge was giving his opinion of that evidence. If it went to a full hearing then Tim would be under oath and could be questioned. The system was effective in eliminating time wasting.

No one rose to the judge's invitation. They already knew the contents of most of the documents. With Tim acting so confidently there was little point in challenging them at that stage.

Tim was aware of someone calling his name. It was only a whisper but he could not mistake it in the silence.

Tim hesitated, unsure what to do. Ty turned and found Al waving a piece of paper at him. He took it, read it and scribbled on his pad before handing the sheet to Tim.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Matheson?" the Judge asked.

"No Your Honour. I've got some friends in court asking if I need witnesses."

"Witnesses for what?"

"They do know the nature of the allegations. It seems that I can successfully mix with people of my own age."

"Point taken," the judge smiled, "It does bring us to your predilections for young boys and your desire to corrupt them."

"I have a predilection for Davie Adams," Tim said, "He's twelve years old and I love him. Jimmy's my brother. He's more interested in theatre and film making than he is in sex. I have their school and medical reports. I'll release Jimmy whenever he asks."

"Mr. Jenkins, now we're on the subject I believe that 'Slavery For Deterrence' has some questions."

"Thank you, Your Honour," Mr. Jenkins replied, "It's to do with the defendant's degenerate attitude to slavery."

"We use the word respondent," the judge explained, "It used to apply to divorce cases but now it applies to anyone answering for their behaviour rather than specific wrong doing."

"Thank you Your Honour. It's photographs like these. Voluntary or not, slavery should not be the soft option. Even if a slave should be allowed to dress for school, he should greet his Master more politely."

The photos showed Davie leaping up to greet Tim and kissing him.

"At least I'm not corrupting him," Tim chuckled, "It seems to be the other way around."

"I don't like facetiousness in my court," the judge said sternly.

"I wasn't trying to be facetious, Your Honour. My point is that it's Davie making the running, or in this case jumping. I can hardly be accused of corrupting him or not having my love for him returned."

"I accept that."

"Voluntary enslavement is a way for a child to ask for help. In this case, it was the easiest way of putting me in charge and Davie committing himself to me. Voluntary enslavement wouldn't work if it was regarded as a punishment."

"Mr. Jenkins?" the judge asked.

"It undermines the concept of slavery being a punishment and a deterrence. Giving a child the right to flee from his parents undermines their constitutional rights."

"In my case my parents had the right to watch and laugh as my older brother beat me and Jimmy up," Tim riposted, "Besides slavery is the new word for it. Originally it was intended to be a controlled environment to youngsters who needed it.

"So you say. I'd say that you're the bully who humiliated your brother at every opportunity and cost him his job."

"You mean after he tried to embezzle me. I could have had him enslaved."

However you try to wriggle out of it, you're degenerate, undermining the slave system and you'd be happier enslaved yourself. How else would you explain this picture?"

It showed Tim, naked, at the present allowing Ty to handle his balls. Ty blushed when he saw it, looking guiltily at the judge.

"Could I have a few minutes, Your Honour," Tim asked.

"Very well. Be as quick as you can."

Ty had also set up a laptop. Tim called up a plan of his grandfather's grounds. He compared them until he was satisfied.

"I'm not sure of the legal position, Your Honour. So far as I can tell this picture was taken from some bushes in my grandfather's garden about twenty feet from the road. Is it admissible?"

"You could ask your solicitor's observer for advice but I thank you for observing the niceties. I can't guide you or tell you that he would probably advise that, admissible or not, it has been made public so it may be in your interest to deal with it. I'm sure he's taking copious notes in preparation for your actions for loss of privacy."

Mr. Higgins did not speak as he wrote but he nodded vigorously as the judge spoke.

"In that case while Ty calls up my last school medical could the usher find a tape measure, please? Is it OK to remove my shirt?"

"You can explain while the usher finds the tape measure."

"I've had one or two issues," Tim said, "Ty needed to chain me to a desk before I could really settle down to my school assignments. It was under Grandfather's supervision by the way. It worked because I discovered everything would run OK if I wasn't prowling around all the time. I suppose I'm lucky that there are no pictures of that.

"I also needed a physical training programme. Ty was an all round sportsman when he was at school so I made him my personal trainer. He needed the confidence to push me as he should so I got him used to handling me. That's when that picture was taken.

"What I'm hoping to show is how effective the programme's been."

"I think that 'Slavery For Deterrence' would consider that you gave too much authority to a slave," the judge said.

"Ty's my slave. He's got skills and he uses them for his master's benefit. I consider that fair usage. He hasn't forgotten his true position since I made him clear a nettle patch while still naked, have you Ty?"

"No Master," Ty shuddered at the memory.

"Courts do not approve of humour, young man," the judge said, "But you've made your point. You needn't remove your shirt or be measured. Get a medical from a sports centre and submit your training schedule."

The judge paused.

"Are there any more submissions?"

He waited again.

"Very well. This hearing is to determine Mr. Matheson's ability to handle his adult status. I might question his slave handling abilities. They are certainly unorthodox but judging by his assistant's behaviour they seem to work. I could also question his morality in claiming a twelve year old boy to be his lover, however not even his opponents deny that it benefits the boy. In any case, Mr. Matheson demonstrated a mature and responsible approach to this hearing. He spoke clearly and made his points. I can find no reason to revoke his adult status."

He paused, "Interested parties may issue a Notice Of Intent, however, unless any of the information supplied today can be refuted I see no point in holding a formal hearing."

As the hearing ended, Al and the others hurried over to congratulate him and drag him outside. Ty hurriedly packed everything away, watching as John and Mr. Garrick spoke, before John nodded and hurried off.

Ty finished the packing and followed.

"You've still got a pass. Head for home. We're going out to celebrate," Tim said.

Alarm bells were ringing in Ty's head but he was not sure why.

"No Master. Why not invite your friends home."

"Don't push it Ty. Go home."

"Tim no! It's a trap," Ty yelled.

Everyone in the corridor heard and seemed to freeze solid.

John recovered first, slapping Ty's face so hard that he fell stunned. A guard hurried over holding a prod and cuffs. Tim glared at John, annoyed that he had struck TY.

"Let the guard deal with him," John said, "You can pick up your case later."

Ty was shaking his head trying to clear it. Tim bent down to help him up, waiting until Ty was ready.

"OK Ty," Tim said sharply, "Unless you've got a good reason for this, you're heading for the public whipping post."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry for yelling at you but I was scared for you. Before I was enslaved, my football coach always said that more guys got enslaved after winning a match than at any other time. They're on a high and things can get out of hand especially if some idiot reckons he can get some booze. You've just won and you're on a high. Was it Mr. John who suggested you go out, Master?"

Tim frowned and nodded.

"He's been sitting with Mr. Garrick all day. When he he left, he looked as if he was agreeing to do something."

Tim looked John.

"Fucking slaves," John rasped, "Don't waste your time with him. Just send him to be whipped."

"OK Ty. I'll deal with you at home if you go now. John knows a place and I'm not going to drink all that much. I'll be careful."

"Who'll be the adult if anyone else causes trouble, Master?" Ty asked, "Maybe I'm just thinking about what happened to me but I got so worried."

"It's a bit of a conspiracy theory," Al said, "But Ty's right about one thing. You can't afford to even be near trouble. How about buying some booze and we'll take it back to your place like he suggested."

Tim wrapped his arms round Ty and pulled him close. The guard nodded and put the prod back in his belt. He did not move away because he was curious about what was going on.

"Sorry John," Tim said, "But I wondered why you were sitting with him as well."

"So you do let your slaves rule your life. Well I'm not queer and I can stand up for myself."

"I'm starting to wonder too," Steve, one of Al's friends said, "If you don't like queers how come you were so friendly out at Tim's place?"

"Fuck you," John shouted storming off down the corridor.

"Excuse me sir," the guard said, "You should take your slave home. If I may say so, you've found out who your friends are and your slave is one of them. He risked a lot to protect you."

Tim nodded, "Yes he did and he was right. I was on a high and not on my guard."

Tim handed Al some money.

"Find a blanket, will you then get a cab to take you and Ty to my place. Most of them will carry slaves if they don't get sweat and get oil on the seats. Take Nigel with you as well. I'll bring Steve in the rickshaw."

Tim turned to the guard, "Thanks for not demanding Ty be punished for disturbing everyone."

"I thought I'd seen everything but your boy is something else. I didn't think that slaves could be that loyal."

Tim was feeling a bit foolish for not spotting anything wrong. He needed time to think before facing Ty. Nigel was the quiet type. He would sit, considering everything that had happened. Al would be excited and probably forget that Ty was a slave. It would be a cheerful ride.

Tim's arrival was almost ignored. Al was recounting events to everyone who were listening intently. Davie saw Tim first and rushed over to leap up in usual fashion.

"I wish I could have been there for you," he said.

"I know," Tim replied, "One slave was usual and a lifer made a better display of obedience and training."

"I know that as well," Davie said, "Maybe I wouldn't have spotted trouble the way Ty did."

"Who knows?" Tim said, "It's all worked out OK. Let's have a party."

"You deserve it," Charles said, "No alcohol though. Let's be careful for a bit."

"We could have a sleep over in the dungeon," Steve suggested, "It would be just the place to tell some creepy stories."

"I'm up for it," Tim said, "As long as I can tell the first one."

"So am I," Nigel said, "How about us all being naked and chained up. Make it a real dungeon theme."

Everyone looked at him. It was such a very outlandish suggestion from him. He blushed.

"Maybe not," he said, "I was just thinking fancy dress or something and not being accused of sneaking off anywhere."

"I don't mind the naked bit but no chains," Tim said, "It would spoil the display I've got in mind. Ryan, I'm starving. Do you think that you can feed my friends at such short notice."

"Is it too cold for a barbecue?," he asked, "I can grill some meat while Joe does the salads. Richie can defrost some snacks in the microwave but it'll still take a few minutes. We've got plenty of juices and colas. Xavie can serve."

"Jimmy can. I want Xavie and Bertie in the dungeon," Tim snapped, "Like I said, I'm telling the first story."

Everyone looked at him but no one spoke. No one had any sympathy for the two brothers any more. Al had a more urgent problem.

"I've met someone," he said to Tim, "After everyone saw me with Ty at Terry's party they started assuming. Anyway this cousin introduced me to a friend of his and we're hitting it off. Could I invite him over."

"If you share a sleeping bag, Nigel and Steve might notice something," Tim smiled, "There won't be many secrets after this sleep over."

"I think they're curious. You know using a slave instead of their hand."

Tim laughed, "As long as they don't get more than they bargained for. I'm glad school finished last week, they can spend tomorrow recovering."

Al's friend, Daniel arrived as they were serving up the food. He was twenty, worked as a mechanic and liked swimming. Quite a few of the boys were looking forward to him getting naked. His blond hair, boyish smile and smooth skin disappearing into the 'V' of his open shirt provided a tantalising teaser.

He was also delightfully shy, unsure of himself, surrounded by slaves, and people who could phone his employer and have him fired the next day.

He was soon surrounded by a group telling him all about the day's events, before being dragged out to the rickshaw. It had developed a squeak which Richie tried oiling but it kept returning.

"I can't do anything dressed like this," he said, "The bearing needs repacking with grease and we haven't got any here."

"And he's our guest, Richie," Tim said, "You're being very rude."

"That's OK," Daniel interjected. He hesitated and Tim was almost sure that he was going to add sir."

"It's good of you," Tim said, "We've got guest rooms if you and Al want to spend the weekend here. Saturdays are more of a work day so I could hire you for a couple of hours to show this lot a bit more about maintenance."

"Oh I'd do it for free," Daniel exclaimed, "I've got a fault code reader and I can give your cars the once over."

"Jimmy, is anyone thirsty?" Tim asked.

Jimmy took the hint and hurried off.

"Richie, see if Ryan needs any help. Davie, I'm going to have a shower. Go and lay everything out for me."

Morgan also took the hint and hurried off.

"They're all a bit unsettled," Tim smiled, "If you want a personal servant then feel free to choose one. Only Andy and Davie are off limits. Al and the others are probably talking about music. So I don't supposed you'll be missed for a while."

Daniel grinned, "He bores me with it while I bore him with swimming. He says that you and Davie do your own things. It's when you settle down that you really get together."

"We've got things that only we share but he's only just starting to find himself, you know, growing up."

"I'm twenty one and with a full time job. Al's still at school. I wonder whether he'd better with someone his own age."

"He's my age," Tim said, "I don't see a problem."

"That's what I mean. He's in your class but don't you mind me gatecrashing."

"You're not gatecrashing. Al asked before inviting you. You're welcome."

Daniel nodded his thanks then they hurried over to see if any food was ready yet. While they sat around chatting Tim disappeared for a while. It had been a long day and Charles was ready for bed.

"You can stay with the others tonight, Andy," he said, "I can sleep alone for once."

"I'll stay for a while but I won't wake you when I come up."

Daniel blushed. They were talking about sharing a bed. It made sharing a sleeping bag with Al seem very real. Tim noticed and tried to push Daniel's shyness a little further.

"It's going to be a bit crowded so I reckon that we should zip the sleeping bags into pairs. I'll have Davie in mine and I assume that Ty will want Morgan. The rest of you can line up on display so that Nigel and Steve can choose their bed slave."

This time it was Steve who blushed but Nigel seemed excited at the prospect.

The first shock was when they trooped down to the dungeon. Bertie was chained sitting on the floor, his legs spread wide and his hands cuffed high and wide to chains hanging from the ceiling. Xavie was sitting on his lap facing him. His hands and ankles wrapped round Bertie and cuffed. They both wore ball gags. Ty could imagine Xavie's tiny cock being trapped between them and being constantly stroked as they struggled to get comfortable.

Tim made a point of ignoring them as he made the younger boys display as he had ordered.

Nigel chose Jimmy while at Al's suggestion, Steve chose Joe. Tim stripped.

"This is Ty's night as much as anyone," he said, "I don't want him the only one naked."

Al nodded and also stripped. Nigel and Steve glanced at each other and followed suit. Joe's eyes grew big and round as he looked between their cocks. Compared to his own thirteen year old cock they seemed massive, even when soft as they were now. He had seen plenty before but they had been furtive glimpses, before getting down to hurried business. Steve was probably the most muscular of the three and his plump cock the most promising so he was quite content with his master for the evening.

Everyone seemed to glance at Daniel who still looked uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and peeled off his shirt. He had a broad smooth chest above a firmly ribbed abdomen. As he finished undressing so everyone stared. Apart from a neat bush above his cock he was hairless.

"Some swimmers do it," Al said to Davie's question, "I don't know if it cuts resistance in the water but I think it looks hot."

Tim had to agree. Even Ty stared with his cock twitching. Joe was rock hard. Everyone else was affected to some degree. Daniel sat down on the sleeping bag he was going to share before pulling Al down between his legs. It pulled everyone else out of their trance and they all settled down with their respective partners.

Tim grabbed Davie's cock.

"Easy boy, he belongs to Al," he whispered.

Davie looked at him,

"Sorry," he whispered back, "Just window shopping but I'm happy with what I've got."

Davie slid down to rest his head on Tim so that his face was nestling Tim's cock.

"So what's the story that you want to tell us?" he asked.

Everyone turned to Tim.

"How far should I go in trusting my slaves?" he asked.

"Is that a retro-torical question?" Jimmy asked.

"Rhetorical," Tim corrected, "Bertie and Xavie have not accepted that they are slaves. They've still got the idea that their father will try to rescue them. From what I've learnt of the Garricks, it's probably true. You know I put them in heavy chains to start with? The idea is that their weight reminds a new slave of his status."

Everyone nodded, "Bertie and Xavie's collar also had trackers in case they tried to run off. I'd get a warning almost as soon as they left the premises. You other lifers are chipped. It's got a cruder tracking device but it's not routinely monitored unless you're reported as a runaway.

"Their collars also had a radio mike and I was constantly recording them. Now I've got better things to do than listen to the hours of files I've got but I was uneasy with John. Their chats always seemed very intense. Anyway I listened to those and learned a few things."

Tim paused and the others waited expectantly, "Ty is a simple fool who follows me like an obedient puppy. The rest of you aren't much better especially with Al sucking up to me to get inside my pants.

"They already knew that I would wriggle my way out of that hearing. John was going to take me somewhere where I could celebrate. I was going to end up drunk, raping a couple of under age free boys. At least they would take pictures that looked like it. After that the Garricks would own me."

"So, how come you were going along with it?" Jimmy asked.

Tim grinned, "It's amazing what you can buy if you can afford it."

He picked up his shirt and threw it at Jimmy, "What do you make of it?"

Puzzled, Jimmy picked the shirt up and examined it.

"What are those hard patches?" he asked, "it's got wires sewn into it."

"I was wired for sound and pictures," Tim grinned, "I was being tracked as well - by the police. I was covering a lot of overtime bills.

"I would be recorded refusing anything illegal and the till would show John buying alcohol. He would have been watched pretty closely in case he slipped something into my drink but that would not matter too much. He would be seen taking me to a bedroom or something while I was out of it. The evidence would be against him and not me."

"So I messed things up," Ty said, "I didn't realise. I'm sorry Master."

"No, you saved us. Al, Steve and Nigel messed it up. You were right. I was on a high and not thinking straight. I forgot I would be the responsible adult. They didn't know anything about it, could end up the target and could easily say or do the wrong thing that could be taken out of context. You reminded me, Ty. That's why I called the whole thing off."

No one spoke as they digested what Tim had said.

"There's something else. Xavie is supposed to get Ryan to trust him and let him clean the study. Somehow he was going to smuggle stuff out to John."

This time the silence was broken by by deep sobs racking Xavie's body and tears poured down his face. Bertie's head was slumped in defeat.

"I would have risked it, you know," Al said, "You could have trusted me."

"So you always check to see if your drink is spiked? You always refuse alcohol. Did you trust John?"

Tim raised his hand.

"I trust you. That's why I'm letting you stay and telling you all about it. I'm grateful for your support. I just couldn't risk John tricking you."

"So what happens now?" Ty asked.

"I don't know," Tim paused and chuckled, "Ty the police don't know whether to have you flogged to death for your insolence or have you freed for your loyalty. John and Dan Garrick are still a threat. Now that the police know that he's as capable of blackmail and extortion as those two, they're going to be very interested in him. John's had a lucky escape. If he'd carried it through he would have faced enslavement."

"You don't really think that I'm just an obedient puppy, do you, Master?" Ty asked suddenly as if something that had been bothering him had just welled up.

"I don't think that you're the least bit obedient," Tim smiled, "You're intelligent and loyal and it's hard work controlling you."

Ty grinned happily. Tim had said all the right things and obviously meant them.

"We're meant to be telling each other horror stories. There's a bit more and it's all a bit weird and spooky. At least the coincidences are. Shall I go on?"

He had them hooked. No one looked bored. Davie had sat up and sat cross legged taking in the tale.

"It's no surprise that Granddad has connections in the building business. So does Grandfather Claude. There's a big building project being planned. Grandfather Claude, and Dan Garrick want to invest. So does a George Henwick. Does the name mean anything to anyone?"

There was silence for a moment before Ty blurted out, "That's Zoe's dad isn't it?"

"Correct," Tim announced, "And for your bonus question, can you name the accountants on the project?"

"Dad?" Ty asked.

"Now stretching things a bit. Supposing your Dad wasn't cooperating. Supposing you've got brothers and sisters. Supposing the only coincidence was Granddad living in the same small town as Dan Garrick and supposing they all see my money as being the key to being taken seriously as a major player?"

"Fucking hell, what have you got us into, Al," Daniel exclaimed angrily.

"Nothing," Tim said, "One night won't hurt so don't come back if you don't want to. I'll understand."

"Yes but you should have told Al," Daniel retorted angrily.

"I am telling him and I'm telling you all. It's only really all come together today. No that's not true. The hearing scared me and knowing I was being set up was frightening. I just couldn't focus on the bigger picture."

"That's cool" Al interjected, digging Daniel in the ribs, "I'd be running for the hills if I had all this shit. There are more coincidences aren't there? How about you buying TY?"

"A week either way and he'd be dead by now so it was a big deal for him," Tim agreed, "But it wouldn't have made much difference to me. I'd still know about George Henwick. It's Grandfather Claude and Dan Garrick who are coming after me. It's spooky the way it's all coming together though."

Steve and Nigel nodded in agreement. The younger boys were just staring in awe at Tim.

"Yes but Dan didn't get his sons enslaved to entrap you did he?" Davie asked."

"No," Tim said, "I think it was more a case of like father, like son though they gave him a way in. John might have been another way. Either way, I'm sure that their main plot revolved around me and very young kids."

"There's something that I don't understand," Steve said, "Ty was enslaved just before you came into money. Why were your Grandfather and Dan Garrick involved if they couldn't afford it?"

"Good question," Tim grinned, "I don't know a good answer, though. The whole thing's guesswork but knowing Grandfather Claude he heard about a possible investment and tried to get in on it. He just saw me as a chance to become a major player. With three or four of them putting in, they could be the major shareholders.

"How does this affect my enslavement?" Ty asked.

We've got a group of people who are not opposed to entrapment, blackmail and extortion. We've still got to prove that you weren't the exception to the rule. Don't forget that Zoe has to admit to being involved."

"Does Grandfather know about all this?" Andy asked.

"Yes and so do my lawyers," Tim replied, "Now you know how high the stakes are then you'll understand that they're going to come after me again. Does anyone want to go home?"

"I wonder if they'll try and bribe us," Nigel said.

"If they do, let me know and I'll match it," Tim grinned, "Double agents could be useful. What's wrong, Ty?"

Ty was in tears, crying unashamedly in front of them all.

"I thought Mum and Dad didn't help me because they were disappointed in me. It was a set up though, wasn't it?" he sobbed.

"Possibly," Tim said, "It does seem likely though."

"What are you going to do with those two?" Al asked.

"I don't think Dan knew what they were up to so he was shocked when they were arrested. I reckon he's a damned good actor though because he convinced me that he genuinely cared about them. They've both tried to hurt me so I don't have any sympathy with them. I think I'm going to put Bertie on one of those work teams. He can do hard labour for the rest of his life. So can Xavie when he's old enough but for now I'm giving him to Ty. At his age he'll have to work twice as long as his brother to do a decent amount of work. Ty and Morgan can use him as a fuck toy as much as they like."

"Wouldn't you like an obedient bed room boy?" Davie asked, "He's not bad looking."

"Neither are you," Tim smiled, "You're about as young as I want to go because I like your cock. If I keep you smooth down there I've got a nice mix of boy and man at the moment. You know, just big enough to give me cum but silky and beautiful to touch.

"I could plough into Xavie and leave him torn and bleeding. Ever heard of sloppy seconds? That's what he'd be like next time. You, no matter how hard I enter you, you relax and squeeze round it. I could do you a dozen times and you'd still feel as tight and as exciting as the first time."

Davie smiled proudly. He lay down on Tim's chest, feeling Tim's cock sandwiched between them and wrapping his arm round Tim to pull him tight. It had been a long worrying day. Tim's account of what was really happening scared him yet with Tim so much in control and relaxed, Davie felt safe again. He promptly fell asleep.

Al was lying on top of Daniel and they were locked in a long deep kiss. All inhibitions forgotten, Daniel's hands were exploring the hidden places between Al's thighs.

Joe was lying between Steve's legs, contentedly licking the older boy's cock and balls. Already rock hard, Steve was groaning contentedly. Joe smiled to himself. Steve had been thinking in terms of a hand job so how was he going to feel when Joe straddled him and took the rampant pole in his arse? Joe guessed that it would be an amazing experience and not gay because he could compare it to fucking a girl.

Jimmy was quietly examining Nigel's body, fascinated by the hard muscles and massive genitals. Nigel was relaxed and a little flattered by the boy's interest. He'd be content with a jerk off as well suspecting that Jimmy would be a little scared of taking him. Considering the other boys' behaviour, it was something of a compliment that his member could be so intimidating.

Richie and Ryan lay on either side of Andy. Andy's pole was already pointing rigidly upwards. Much as he liked the boy's company he wanted the gentle, comforting presence of Charles. Leaving Richie and Ryan to sixty nine and explore each other he headed for Charles bedroom.

He entered the bedroom, the bed and his master, almost in one fluid movement as if it was the most natural thing in the world. To them it was. Andy's loving penetration would stimulate Charles so that he would be ready to take Andy in the morning.

Ryan was up at his usual time preparing breakfasts. He kept glancing at Richie, smiling as Richie returned his own glances and smiles.

Daniel was next. He had to go to work though he sat on the sleeping bag, eating his breakfast with Al cuddled up to him.

Everyone else seemed to be in that state between sleep and full consciousness where they could enjoy the warm sensuous body beside them and dream erotic fantasies.

Tim and Davie might have lain there all day if the phone had not rung and Ryan had fetched him a handset.

"Frank's been arrested," Grandfather Claude announced, "He needs you. How soon can you get home?"

"Where is he?" Tim asked.

"In jail," Claude snapped back, "Just get home and we'll tell you what's needed."

"Give me his lawyer's number and I'll phone him while I have breakfast."

"Are you fucking deaf," Claude yelled, "Get here now and I'll tell you what to do or are you going to let your own brother end up in a hard labour gang?"

Tim glanced around. Everyone was wide awake, knowing that something was wrong.

"If I can help Frank, I will," Tim said, "You haven't said what Frank's accused of. It wasn't sexual assault was it?"

"Yes it was. How did you know?"

"Just a lucky guess. There seems to be an epidemic of it lately."

Tim was sure that he heard a sharp intake of breath.

"What are you suggesting?" Claude asked.

"Nothing," Tim replied, "Was Frank set up by you to put pressure on me or did someone else do it to put pressure on you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Claude said angrily, "I protect my family, I don't abandon them."

"So how come Frank was arrested last night at the same I should have been?"

"What do you mean?" Claude sounded genuinely baffled.

"You're in out of your depth, Grandfather," Tim said, "Let me guess, for a suitable fee it will all go away?"

Claude did not answer for a moment.

"What do you intend doing?" Claude asked softly.

"What I can for Frank," Tim replied, "You just keep out of my way."

Tim hung up then told the others what was going on.

"Can we help?" Steve asked.

"No," Tim replied, "Ryan, ring for a cab in about half an hour. I'll tell Granddad what's happening then get dressed. I'd like some sandwiches and a thermos please Ryan. I can eat in the taxi."

"I could call in sick and take you," Daniel offered.

"No," Tim said, "Phone your boss tell him I'll hire you all day and pay compensation for the short notice. Oh and Daniel, Thank you."

"You sure your boss is OK with this?" Tim asked when they were in the car.

"Yeah I just said we were having trouble with Dan Garrick. He gave me a couple of days off with pay."

"I take it that he doesn't like Dan," Tim laughed.

"He argues over every bill, picks fault and demands something be knocked off. He's a largish customer so Jacko can't refuse to serve him."

Tim was making phone calls as they drove asking Daniel to take him straight to the police station where they were greeted by Davie's father, Constable John Adams. While Daniel was shown to the canteen, Tim and John sat in an interview room discussing Frank's case and recent events.

"It seems to me that you were meant to be badly shaken by the court case, getting framed and then discovering what Frank had done. Anyone who knew you before would expect you to be desperate for help and be very cooperative. You've changed. These last few months have done you the power of good. I don't think that they were expecting that," John said.

"Thanks. I've learnt a lot about myself."

"How do you want to handle it when you see Frank?" John asked.

"Like an interview if possible," Tim replied, "It's a pity he can't be stripped and manacled as if he was already a slave."

"He probably is being held naked. We can cuff his hands behind his head. Normally we'd allow him prison shorts and shirt to see relatives though."

"I understand," Tim answered, "The trouble is, the evidence is pretty damning. The best I can do for him is try to get him enslaved to someone I trust. The only way I could keep him is by putting him in a highly visible hard labour gang. You're only allowed to take on court enslaved family members if you enforce a full discipline regime."

"That's right. It's to make sure it's not a soft option. It applies to voluntary enslavements now he's been arrested."

Chapter 10

Frank was naked and cuffed as Tim had requested. He looked exhausted when he was brought in and did not recognise Tim who was sitting behind the the table he was brought before. Tim was shocked, remembering Frank's usual cocky swagger.

"Hello Frankie," Tim said gently, "You're in a bit of trouble, aren't you?"

Frankie lifted his head, staring at Tim trying to understand.

"Hello Timmy boy," he said at last, "You've come to take me home then?"

"I'm afraid not," Tim replied, "You're in too much trouble. Tell me what happened."

"Come on, Timmy boy," Frank exclaimed, "With your money, you can sort it."

"I can't sort it like that," Tim said, "I'm here because I want to help but I've got to do it right. I know what you've told the police but I want you to tell me what happened. Don't leave anything out because I know something the police don't."

"There's not much to tell. I went out for a drink and got talking…"

"You're already leaving stuff out. Why did you go for a drink last night?"

"I dunno, I just felt like it so when Joey text me I said I'd meet up with him."

"What did the text say?" Tim asked.

"Why? The police didn't even ask that."

"Because they're trying to prosecute you and I'm trying to defend you. What did the text say?"

"He said that a couple wanted to play pool. Did I want a game."

"OK, I know you like pool. Was there anything in the message that really pushed your buttons?"

"No, he'd got a hundred that he owed me and there was a couple beers for me because it had taken him so long."

"Was that usual?"

Frank thought for a moment, "No, I thought I'd have to get a bit heavy and he'd offer me twenty five or something on account. Come on, Timmy boy. You sound like a policeman, just get me out of here."

"If you call me Timmy boy again, I'll have you caned," Tim snapped, "From now on you call me 'sir'."

"Don't be like that," Frankie whined but he remembered Jimmy's caning so he knew Tim was not bluffing.

"Try again, Frankie boy," Tim said.

Frankie hesitated then, realising he was beaten said, "I'm sorry, sir."

"I am trying to help you, Frankie," Tim said as kindly as he could, "Please trust me and accept that I'm in charge for now. Now, if Joey is so unreliable, why did you lend him money?"

"He reckoned he had a tip. I gave him a tenner to put the bet on. He said he knew where he could get good odds."

"How long ago?"

"A couple of days. We put the bet on the day before the race and it was yesterday."

"When did you last see Grandfather Claude?"

"A couple of weeks ago. He was talking to Dad about you coming home."

"Did he say anything about money?"

Frankie shook his head then frowned, "He did say that he had a good investment lined up. It would set the family up real good. He often said things like that though."

Tim nodded, "I know but did he say anything odd though."

"No, but," Frankie paused uncertainly, "There was something in the tone of his voice. I thought it was just imagination but you did ask."

"So let's move onto the pub," Tim said, "You're getting the idea now. Tell me about it."

"He had the money and apologised for taking so long to pay me."

Frankie paused again,

"Hang on," he exclaimed, "It was only yesterday, even if he pays up I'd be waiting for a week or more. He only missed out the race night."

"Go on," Tim said, "You were playing pool, what else?"

Frankie thought for a moment, "I met these guys. They seemed OK and Joey bought the drinks. We stood chatting, waiting for a table and I don't remember much more. Maybe a car and a prick in the arm - no, some sort of injection. There's nothing else. I woke up with someone banging on my bedroom door. Only it wasn't my bedroom door and I only got a brief look at that girl before they all burst in. I couldn't have beaten her up like that."

"No, it wasn't you," Tim said, "But I can't prove it. You were set up to get at Grandfather Claude."

"You're joking Timmy, er, I mean, sir."

"You think so?" Tim exclaimed, "Then listen to this."

Tim went onto explain the events of the previous day and what he suspected before describing Ty's case.

"So I'm in the clear," Frankie said, "Thank the fuck for that."

"Frankie, I'm sorry but you're not in the clear," Tim said, "The truth is, you're stuffed. They found amphetamines in you and the injection's puncture mark. The broom handle had your fingerprints on it and you had her DNA on you. They found your semen in her. If she comes round we expect her to say it was you. Oh and Joey says that you take drugs orally on a regular basis and you wanted a stronger buzz last night, hence the injection.

"So what happens now, Tim?" Frankie asked.

"Even if I could bail you, you'd still be a target. I'm worried about Naomi as well and there's Mum and Dad. I want to get you out of circulation but it's not going to be very nice for you."

"Why what do you want me to do?"

"Accept enslavement to me. I'll put you in one of the work gangs we use in Granddad's business. It'll put out the message that I'll turn these attacks to my advantage and I've got more info on them. You'll be useless to them so you'll be safe."

"You're joking. I'm not going to become a slave."

"Yes you will providing you're not sentenced to death. If you're enslaved before the girl comes round, she'll be less useful and maybe it'll cost her less to tell the truth. I'm not promising but I'll pay for her witness protection if it helps."

"You may as well do what Grandfather Claude wants," Frankie said.

"No. That way I'll be doing it on their terms and supposing it turns into bribing a witness to get my brother off. My way, I'm costing them as well."

"How did you get so hard?" Frankie asked.

"It's what you and Dad always said, you've got to be hard so you don't get walked over."

Frankie nodded, "So why should I let you walk all over me?"

"You don't have to. You can waste time trying to score points over me or take your chances on your own. You just don't have long to decide."

"I dunno," Frank mumbled, "I need to think."

He was in shock, unable to take in events. Constable Adams recognised the signs.

"I'll put him back in the cell," he said, "Because I was present, the conversation was taped. If I type it up will you sign it. I'll add it to the file that's been sent over. It might help."

"Thanks," Tim said, "A good lawyer could turn it into reasonable doubt."

"Studying law, are you?" John smiled.

"I've been reading up a bit. What with Richie, Ty and my own case, I'm getting practical experience as well."

John laughed, "You and Davie seem so happy. It's wonderful hearing him so cheerful on the phone. We'll have to come out more often."

"You're always welcome," Tim said, "I've started driving lessons so we'll be able to visit you more easily, soon."

"We're still getting good mileage out of the rescued boys so is there anything else we can do to help?"

"Could you arrange for me to see Mr. Fisher, Ty's dad, today please? I'd have to wait for an appointment if I tried."

"I've heard of you, of course, Mr. Matheson, Mr. Fisher said as they greeted each other and settled down, "What can I do for you?"

"I own your son, Ty and I think he was framed," Tim said bluntly, "I need your help."

Mr. Fisher stared at Tim and burst into tears. Tim was shocked.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"How is he?" Mr. Fisher asked, "It's so difficult not knowing. You're politely warned not to contact them and not to speak to them if you see them in the street."

"He's stubborn, only cooperates because he's decided to and throws everything into the job he's given."

Mr. Fisher laughed, "That sounds like Ty. I wish he'd been that enthusiastic about school work."

"He reckons you were so disappointed in him," Tim said, "He wasn't going to make it through university so he didn't measure up."

"We're proud of his older brother," Mr. Fisher said, "He's going to be a doctor. I could imagine Ty joining the army."

Tim nodded.

"I'm not used to all this so I'll be blunt," he said, "You couldn't do anything for Ty. It was all packaged up too well. Is his brother at risk?"

Mr. Fisher stared at Tim, his eyes red and he shuddered. Tim became worried, wondering if Mr. Fisher was ill.

"How do you know?" he whispered.

"It's a pattern," Tim replied, "They set up someone close, don't actually say anything but you know it could happen again if you don't cooperate."

"I had to take on a couple of clients. My job is to make dubious transactions look respectable. Part of that respectability is my own integrity so they don't push it. They have someone else to really cook the books but it's my name that goes on the finished accounts."

"I'm sorry. I don't see the point of it," Tim said.

"There are fashions in everything, including business," Mr. Fisher said, "One of today's clichés is one on one, face to face if you like. It's not such a bad one as clichés go though. In this economic climate it makes sense to know who you're dealing with. If a shady back street dealer wants to open a smart store he'll still be remembered as a shady back street dealer. Change the name and put in a respectable manager and the image changes."

Tim nodded.

"OK I've got five million. How does it measure up to what these guys have got?"

"On paper it's just pocket change. In reality we're back to shady deals. If you've got fifty million invested in a new building then that money's lost until it's built and occupied. Now if you've got fifty million and one. It looks good on paper but you've only got that single note to spend. What can you buy, a cup of tea? Think what would happen if they could lay their hands on five million."

"Sorry if I sound naïve. I'm still learning about all this stuff."

"Unless you know what you're doing, you'll lose every penny if you go near them," Mr. Fisher said.

"They think that they can control me through my grandfather. He wants to invest."

"More likely, he owes them money and they want it back with interest," Mr. Fisher sneered.

"We haven't really said who they are," Tim said.

"No we haven't," Mr. Fisher agreed, "Unfortunately I must preserve client confidentiality. I must also protect the rest of my family. However, my instructions come from Gambon and Hartley. I can tell you that much."

"Thank you," Tim said .

"If I may offer some advice?" Mr. Fisher said.

"Please do," Tim answered.

"Many of my clients are what I call back street traders and they are hard working, law abiding citizens. The shady variety rarely see beyond the next deal. George Henwick is typical of a rarer type. He's ruthless and vicious but still not very bright. We only met because Ty became friendly with his daughter. At first I refused to consider doing business with him. Ty was unsuspecting, trusting and at his house. It was easy to make him the warning. Sam is at university and surrounded by strangers. He's vulnerable.

"I think that you're proving to be less amenable. At some stage they'll drop you as a bad deal unless you start pushing. Then you could end up dead. Slavery is a fact of life and I've had to let Ty go. It may be safer if you stop investigating his case."

Tim nodded, "Unfortunately, they've tried setting me up and have got my brother arrested. It's my grandfather on my dad's side who's trying to keep the deal going."

"Then it may well be him who ends up dead," Mr. Fisher said, "They are businessmen and they need money. They won't waste it on vengeance or anything that could spoil the image that they're trying to create. Unless they have to, of course."

Tim scribbled a number on a piece of paper and handed it to Mr. Fisher.

"If you want to speak to Ty then ring this number and ask for him," Tim said, "I need to get back to the police station."

Tim's parents were outside the station.

"What's this about you enslaving Frank?" his father asked without any greeting.

"Frank's been framed. I can't prove it so I'm keeping him out of the black brothels and the hard labour gangs until I can sort it. How much did Granddad tell you?"

"Nothing. Why should that poofter phone me?"

"I meant your dad, not Grandfather Philips," Tim explained.

"He hasn't phoned me either. I only heard about it when the court phoned to tell me of the transfer of guardianship."

"Come with me," Tim commanded.

"At Tim's request Frank was brought up to the front desk. He was still naked and cuffed. He almost turned and ran when he saw his parents, too embarrassed to face them.

"Just one question Frankie," Tim said, "Why did you contact Grandfather Claude before anyone else?"

"I didn't," Frankie replied, "I wasn't allowed to contact anyone. They said that they would inform my guardian if I was to be held for more than twenty four hours."

"So how did he know?" Tim asked looking at some papers he was handed, "They're allowing me to take you on providing there's a hard labour element in your handling. If it's any consolation you'll be paired off with a Bertram Garrick. His father probably helped frame you. He's two years younger and smaller I don't suppose you'll allow him an easy time with you."

"What is all this," Tim's father almost yelled, "What's going on?"

"Frankie's been framed for rape and assault," Tim said, "Grandfather Claude knew about it five minutes after Frankie was arrested. He wanted something from me and it wasn't a shoulder to cry on."

Tim's father stared, shocked, "Are you saying he framed Frankie to get your money?"

"No, your money. You wanted my adult status revoked so you'd have control of it. You'd have allowed Grandfather to take it over so that he could have made the charges disappear. The thing is, I don't think the charges would have disappeared. You'd still have Naomi to protect."

Tim paused for a moment, "We'd all be back with you so you'd have me, Jimmy and Naomi to protect."

Tim's father still stared in shocked disbelief.

"You know what you're saying, don't you," he whispered, no longer the brash, arrogant man that Tim knew.

Tim nodded, "I know you don't like me for being gay, but either we work together or there's not going to be much of this family left."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'll release Jimmy and you can take him and Naomi on holiday somewhere. How about a month in Disneyland? I can book it today before I go home."

"What about you and Frank?" Tim's father asked.

"Frankie will be working on building projects while I'll be working on my investment portfolio and trying to get him freed."

Tim's father held out his hand.

"Thank you, Tim," he said calling Tim by his adult name for the first time, "You're right I don't like you for choosing that lifestyle but you're looking after this family more than my father ever did."

Genuinely surprised at the unexpected compliment Tim did not know what to say so he simply took the proffered hand and nodded. His mother startled him even more by hugging him.

Tim was tired by the time he met up with Daniel for the drive home.

"Sorry if you've had a boring day," Tim said.

"I was OK," Daniel replied, "I bought some clothes and got something to eat. How about you."

"I've made it up with my parents so apart from my brother being enslaved to hard labour and my grandfather turning out to be as crooked as a corkscrew. It's not been so bad."

"Sorry," Daniel said, "I didn't think."

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. Making up with my parents was great. The rest was shit. Are you staying tonight?"

"If Al can and we're not in the way."

"No, tell Ryan to get the guest room ready," Tim said, "I don't trust myself to remember."

They were quiet for the rest of the journey. When they got home Davie ran across to leap up into Tim's arms as usual. This time as Davie lowered himself back onto the ground, satisfied that all was well by the long lingering kiss they shared, Tim found Ty's arms wrapped round him pulling him into another embrace.

"My parents are coming out this Sunday," he said excitedly, "He can't believe I like gardening so much and I'm going to show him how we're pruning the orchard trees."

It seems another part of my visit was a success," Tim smiled to Daniel who smiled back. He looked at the other boys then back at Ty.

"And what about work, today?" he asked sternly.

"Everyone seemed too unsettled to do anything except give Bertie and Xavie the odd prod to keep them going," Charles said, "Ty's been fussing around checking on the garden since his father phoned but I think we all just congregated here when we heard the car."

"Davie, bedroom, now. As for the rest of you, find something to do or wait for me in the dungeon. Sorry, Granddad, I need to relax and Davie's arse is going to do it for me. Ryan, I didn't mean my guests. See that they're all looked after, please."

No one argued. They could hear the tension in his voice. Tim looked at Davie when he got to the bedroom.

"I'm going to hurt you," he said, "Send for Xavie if you want to."

By answer Davie put his hands behind his head and spread his legs and watched as Tim stripped. He yanked his belt from his trousers, doubled it over and swung it with all his strength at Davie's stomach. As Davie yelled at the pain and doubled over, Tim grabbed him, spun him round and threw onto the bed. Tim fell on top of him nuzzling the boys neck.

Davie guessed that he was going to find several hickeys when he checked the mirror. Tim rolled off him, grabbed his hair forcing his face to nuzzle his pubes. Davie got the idea and began licking. Tim's cock was already a rigid pole. Davie barely had time to wrap his lips around it before being flung back on the bed.

Davie was beginning to feel frightened. It was not so much the violence as the rush as Tim sprung from one thing to the next not giving Davie time to adapt. Now with his legs on Tim's shoulders, Tim simply thrust, pushing in his full length in one go. Davie struggled to accommodate the invasion but it hurt badly. Tim did not notice or care. He pulled out almost to the tip and thrust in again. Davie relaxed accepting the pain as inevitable for once hating sex with his lover.

At least, briefly he hated it but now Tim's pumps became regular and Davie could handle them. It became exciting to be so completely dominated and his own member swelled. Still Tim did not care as he thrust to his own rhythm and his own needs.

Tim's body was completely in charge as the thrusts became more urgent then convulsive. Even as he shot deep into his boy his frantic pumping continued. He thrust deep into Davie long after he was drained as if hoping to force every last drop from his balls.

He only stopped when his pole softened unable to meet his demands. He collapsed exhausted onto Davie covering the boy. Twelve year old Davie was crushed by Tim's seventeen year old body just managing to turn his head so that he could breath.

As Tim descended from his high, so he rolled over on his back, pulled Davie on top of him and wrapped his arms round his boy. Tim promptly fell asleep leaving Davie to lie in the pool of cum that he had succeeded in ejaculating. Davie was uncomfortable, still being squeezed by Tim's arms, aware of his cock lying sandwiched between them and being stroked by every movement. Even such a young cock needs time to recover and Davie's was denied it.

His cock's growing ache added to the soreness of his arse. He wanted his own time to recover but was not being allowed it. He had never known Tim to be so uncaring and in his own pragmatic way guessed that Tim needed to recover from the stress of the day.

As Tim slept a deep satisfying sleep so he relaxed, letting his arms fall. Davie slid off to lay beside him and fell into his own sleep.

They woke a little more than an hour later when Ryan quietly entered to see if they needed anything.

"I must have hurt you," Tim said, "I'm sorry."

"A good slave could take more," Davie grinned, "I'm all right."

Tim leant over and kissed him before leaping out of bed and hurrying to the shower. There was one more ordeal he wanted to get out of the way; to describe the days events to the others.

Except for Bertie and Xavie they were all in the living room. Guests or slaves, the boys were seated on the the floor in front of Tim and Charles who sat in comfortable armchairs. Tim made his explanation leaving a thoughtful silence when he finished.

"Let's deal with something cheerful," he continued, "Jimmy do you want to go to Disneyland with Mum, Dad and Naomi?"

Jimmy's eyes lit up as he began to answer then hesitated.

"I'd have to live with them after and I'd have to go back to my old school, wouldn't I? I like my new school so I'd rather stay with you. Could you and I go one day with Richie?"

"Don't forget Davie," Tim smiled, "It would be nice if I could take the rest of you. Think about it, Jimmy and tell me over breakfast. In the meantime I'm worried about snoopers on the property and what happens if we go out."

"Ty, you've done well with the orchard and gardens," Charles said, "The foundations are done for the studio so we can start building that. I'd like to put a fence up round the boundary. Nothing fancy or too high, just something that stops anyone claiming they wandered on by mistake. If it's too much I'll bring in a labour team but do you want to give it a go?"

"I can tell the others what to do and be ready in case Master Tim needs me, Grandfather. I think a fence might be too much. Would you bring a team in please?"

"Good thinking," Charles replied, "How about starting the kitchen garden, though. You can still help Tim if he needs it."

As always things settled down to a few days of routine. Charles had expected all the fuss to put off visitors but Tim's new friends as well as the friends the other boys had made continued to visit. The visitors enthusiastically helped with their duties and Tim allowed time for them all to do other things. The exception was Xavie who remained manacled and was left to work alone. No one had sympathy for him. He was seen as a threat. If Tim thought that his slaves were troublemakers then they could all lose their privileges.

Bertie had gone and as Tim had threatened he was now the very junior partner in a team used in the business. It made little difference during the day when the overseer was constantly watching them, but at night Frankie quickly got used to emptying his anger and frustrations into Bertie's arse.

Ty's reunion with his family was a tearful but happy success. Everyone began to relax.

Xavie found himself as Davie's personal servant. He did not mind. It shortened his day in the garden. Neither did he mind that Davie took him whenever and wherever he wanted. Davie had experienced how Tim could take him harshly and without any thought to his well being. Now he practised on Xavie and like Tim, only held back enough not to do any real damage.

Tim's cherry belonged to Davie who decided how it was filled. Knowing that Tim appreciated older and larger cocks. Davie sometimes ordered Ty to the bedroom he shared with Tim. He would watch as Ty entered his Master with Tim groaning happily wondering whether Daniel would oblige but he and Al were content with each other.

Davie was happy with Tim's cock, finding it difficult to fall asleep without its comforting presence.

Despite Charles invitations to use the guest rooms, Steve and Nigel were happy to sleep in the boy's room when they stayed. Like the other boys they were discovering that nudity was very relaxing. No one laughed if they got an erection at an inappropriate time. It happened to all of them and far too often. No one cared that they became more adventurous as a slave helped them empty their balls or that they helped a slave.

Sometimes they wore shorts or even a shirt outside but mostly only their body hair showed them to be free and not one of Tim's boys.

It was a little over a week later that Tim went into town to buy himself some trainers and clothes. As he and Richie left a shop with Richie carrying his purchases, a car pulled up beside the rickshaw.

Dan Garrick leant out of the window yelling, "My office. Ten minutes. Be there."

It was the way Tim rasped out orders to slaves.

At least he's back on form," Tim thought to himself heading for a café.

"Are you up for a bit of fun, Richie," Tim asked, "Was he talking to a freeman or a slave?"

"A slave, Master."

"So would you like to pop over to his office. Explain that I didn't think he would talk to a freeman like that so I sent you. Feel free to duck and run if he gets too angry."

Richie grinned, "If he does hit me then you'd have him for damaging your property."

"Yes but unless he landed you in hospital it would be a lot of work for very little gain. Just ask him if he's got a message for me."

Richie hurried off. He knew that he was being used to insult a free man and there could be consequences. Like all of Tim's slaves he believed that anything that hurt Tim hurt him and for once he was helping to hit back.

He presented himself to a puzzled receptionist who called through that the slave he sent for had arrived and was waiting for the message to his master. Dan came storming through.

"What the hell makes him think I was talking to a slave. It should have been clear enough. I wanted to see him and he's already fifteen minutes late."

"I'll explain the confusion, sir," Richie said, "It was because Master Tim would never be so rude to a free citizen. I'll ask him what time is convenient then return and let you know."

Dan was furious. He had been made to look a fool in front of his staff who were trying hide their own pleasure at his embarrassment. He stepped forward, raising his hand to strike Richie who turned and hurried for the door.

Like a good slave Richie ran back to report to his master. Typically, Dan's only thought was to give an insolent slave the hiding he deserved. It took him time to realise that he was charging after Richie in a most undignified manner. It took more time to see that he would be even more undignified if he charged into the café that Richie had just entered and caused a scene. It gave Richie the time he needed and by the time Dan entered, Richie was dutifully kneeling beside his master.

"I told you that I wanted to see you in my office," Dan said.

"No, you barked out orders. You only do that to slaves," Tim replied, "I've got some time now. Would you care to sit down and tell me what's so urgent."

Dan gave in. He was bright enough to know that, not only was Tim in the right, he could not be intimidated like one of his employees or tenants.

"I am annoyed with you so I was rude. I apologise but your treatment of my sons is outrageous. It's not what we agreed."

"I've got more than enough grounds for disposing both of them and it's partly your fault. Stop telling them that you can free them. It's keeping them unsettled."

"Maybe you're right. The other thing is, what about the money your grandfather has promised on your behalf?"

"I don't know anything about it," Tim said, "Is that why I'm getting all this hassle?"

Dan nodded, "My colleagues don't like people who don't pay up."

"I've not promised anything. I don't wish to be rude but I wouldn't do business with you or George Henwick."

"Not even to protect your family?"

"No, especially not then. I would rather spend my money on private investigators digging into your affairs."

"That could be dangerous."

"It's OK, I've made a will," Tim said, "Everything goes into a trust fund to look after my boys. The trustees would consist of policemen and lawyers who have a better idea of how to go after you."

"Your grandfather badly underestimated you," Dan said, "I put it badly. I meant that you were in danger of missing out on a very lucrative deal."

"My will covers loss of adulthood or my own enslavement so it doesn't matter what you meant. There is something though."

Tim paused making sure that he had Dan's full attention, "My lawyers keep a watching brief on the cases of all my lifers. So far it has been what I said, watching. In most cases it simply means that if a change in attitudes meant I could free a boy then I would. It also applies to Ty Fisher though they're also keeping an eye out for new evidence.

"Now that my brother has been framed that's changed. I've instructed them to hire investigators to start digging. Their instructions are clear: to look for information that will either prove that they were framed or new evidence that will prove their innocence."

"It's the same thing, isn't it?" Dan asked.

"No. Let's think about a hypothetical situation. Suppose a victim had been experimenting with drugs and was badly confused. Then after therapy her head cleared and she remembered the true events. There'd be no crime, no penalty just a freed boy."

"It's not very likely though, is it?" Dan asked.

"I like my life at Grandfather Charles," Tim said, "I'd spend all my money preserving it and helping my friends and relations."

"And if this evidence did show up?"

"Then I'd like to send this building project to a reputable firm of accountants with a view to investing the million I wouldn't be spending on investigators."

Dan stared in amazement.

"I wouldn't be surprised if evidence didn't appear," he said cautiously.

"I would," Tim declared, "We both know it's highly unlikely and I'd be very suspicious if it did turn up, especially after this conversation. I apologise for this.

Tim pulled a recorder out of his pocket before continuing. "I'd have any new information checked out very carefully. There would be nothing worse than giving the boys hope then seeing it blow up in their faces."

"Or in your face. I understand," Dan said.

It was on their way home that Richie broke discipline to run beside the rickshaw and speak to Tim.

"That conversation sounded funny, Master," he said.

"Did it?" Tim asked, "How?"

"You were saying it couldn't happen but I got the feeling you were making a deal."

"Falsifying evidence would be highly illegal. It would get me enslaved," Tim said, "You don't think that I'd be that stupid, do you?"

"No Master, that's what you seemed to be saying to Mr. Dan and you could use that recording to defend yourself."

"Seemed to be saying?" Tim asked.

"Yes Master," Richie said, "I thought that there was something more. You didn't trust them and you weren't going to risk being tricked."

"It's all in your imagination, Richie," Tim said, "I did not make a deal with anyone. I don't suppose that they care either way about Frankie and Ty. I simply said that if I have to then I'll spend all my money on investigators. If I don't have to do that then I'll consider investing in their building project. Whatever else you thought keep it to yourself. I don't want any rumours or gossip giving Ty false hope."

"Yes Master. I understand."

"I think six strokes for disturbing me. There'll be another six if you don't get back into position now."

Richie fell back content. He did not like the idea of a caning but he was sure that his master had confirmed what he suspected. His big problem would be not discussing with the others what their master was doing for them.

Nothing happened for a few days until Constable Adams asked to speak with Tim.

"The girl's come round at last," he said, "She's still very ill but she remembers what happened until just before the attack. She reckons that three guys brought Frank to her and paid her for the night. He was completely out of it and could scarcely move. His cock responded OK and he seemed to react so let's just say that she earned some of her money.

"Anyway she's got a vague memory of a couple of guys bursting in then nothing."

"So how does that affect Frank?" Tim asked.

"The prosecutors are happy enough," the police sergeant said, "They reckon there was a guy hanging around, waiting for her to come round. He claimed to be her boyfriend but he hasn't been seen for a few days. Her first visitors were the police and got her story. It fits in with the amount drugs in his system and some other forensics. They're dropping all charges against Frank. They won't object if you free him."

"Well that's good news. Thanks," Tim said.

"Look I'm worried about Davie," John Adams said, "You haven't been up to anything, have you?"

"Who me?" Tim asked innocently, "If the prosecutor's got any concerns then I'll leave Frankie where he is."

"They agree that he doesn't show any signs of long term drug use and they'll go with the evidence that the amount of drugs in him would put a normal man out all night. The main problem is that her assailants obviously had a key so what were they doing with it?"

As Constable Adams hung up, Tim made a few more calls then headed into town. He was still cautious looking for ways that he might be set up as he entered Sergeant Brown's office.

Sergeant Brown smiled, "Congratulations sir. Constable Adams has sent the papers through."

"He's lucky the woman woke up and remembered what happened," Tim said, "It's a pity he spent time in slavery though."

"Better than sitting in a cell, waiting for a trial," Sergeant Brown said, "And it should put your mind at rest. It obviously wasn't a set up, just some unfortunate coincidences."

"Maybe. So what's the procedure?"

"He's still a slave so these papers are for you. All restrictions on his handling are lifted so you can do what you like with him. I assume that you want to free him so if you bring him in, I can deactivate his chip, when you sign the papers."

"OK," Tim said, "I've sent for him. I've brought a pair of overalls. I don't suppose that there's anywhere he can shower and clean up, is there? I thought I could take him to the mall and buy him some new stuff."

"He's likely to be a bit dazed," Sergeant Brown said, "It might take him all day just to choose a shirt. If I may suggest, just get the basics so that he looks like a free man.

At that moment, Frankie and Bertie were led in. Tim was shocked to see Frankie. He looked gaunt and filthy. Bertie was in worse shape. His eyes were dull and lifeless. By comparison, the overseer looked chubby and unfit though on closer inspection he was well muscled with just a little fat to show a comfortable lifestyle.

"They've been pushed a bit, haven't they?" Tim asked.

"Yes sir," the overseer replied, "It was a mistake, we didn't allow for their ages or their lack of training. We put them on yard cleaning this morning. It's an easy job. They were going to finish early and rest."

"Fair enough," Tim said, "I'll come in and we'll go over procedures. I'll take over now. You can grab some lunch and head back."

The overseer nodded his thanks and left.

Tim removed the collars and chain connecting them.

"Listen Frank, all the charges have been dropped and it's all over. The constable is going to turn off your chip and you'll be free. Would you go with him please?"

"Yes Master," Frankie replied immediately responding to Tim's command before stopping, "Did you say I'm free. I don't have to do this."

"It's the last order you'll ever have as a slave. After I suggest you have a shower and get clean. Then you can put this on if you want to."

Frank nodded, "You've done it haven't you. You've proved I'm innocent."

"No, it wasn't me," Tim said, "The girl remembered what happened. I've just given you a hard time. I'm sorry, but I was worried about what would happen if she hadn't woken up."

"I know. Can Bertie stay with me," he managed a grin, "I've kind of got used to him."

"Yes of course. He's your slave for as long as you want him."

Frank nodded again.

He shuffled over to Sergeant Brown who pressed a gadget to his shoulder blade.

"It's done, sir," the sergeant said, "If you'd like to come this way."

Frank waited as if the sergeant was talking to Tim.

"You're free, sir," Sergeant Brown smiled, "It's a pleasure to be the first to address you properly."

He held out his hand, "I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Matheson."

Frank shook the policeman's hand and followed him down to the staff changing room. It was not the big incidents that got through to Frank, it was the small things. The shower was hot and not a cold hose down. He was offered towels and the toilet was a stall where he could close the door.

He was dressed when he returned. Seeing Tim he smiled and took a tentative step towards him. Tim responded by hurrying forward to hug him. Frank remained dazed and uncertain until Tim took him to a pub for a meal. Tim had to coax him to drink his first beer but as the alcohol did its work so Frank became more like his old self.

"I'm sorry about the slavery," Tim said at one stage, "I just wanted to keep you away from court."

"Yeah, I know," Frank replied, "Bertram knew all about it. At least, he knows how they work. He didn't know about my case. I kind of got to like him. Is it really true that Grandfather Claude got me into this?"

Tim nodded, "I don't know the details but he tried one of his shady deals with the wrong people. He wanted to get his hands on my money to bail himself out."

"And let me be set up," Frank exclaimed angrily. The emotional numbness evaporated with his outburst and unable to control his pent up feelings screamed, "And you, you were more interested in keeping your money than preventing my enslavement."

Tim was aware that everyone was looking at them.

"Easy Frank or we'll be chucked out," he said, "They were after me as well. Claude would have had the money. Legally it would have become Dad's money so you were a lever to make him cooperative."

"Yeah, I guess I do know that," Frank said, "Doing hard labour like that, it feels as if everyone's abandoned you. So what happens now?"

"We'll head home. Granddad Philips I mean. We'll find you a room and you can rest."

"Can Bertram come too, please, Tim?" Frank smiled, "I never meant any harm with Timmy boy. It was a big brother thing."

Tim smiled as well, "Just don't use it now. It would look bad in front of the slaves. And yes, you can keep Bertie for now. Just remember that he's still a slave so treat him as your body slave. You'll still give him a better life than I would."

Frank frowned, "I've got no job and no prospects. How could I support him?"

"First you need to rest. We'll let your body hair grow back then think about a job. You've said something about long haul lorry driving. When you can take the medicals without looking like a slave you could go on a course. Think about it."

Frank nodded, "I guess you're still in charge."

"You're still my older brother but things have changed. I've got money, a boy I love and I can make something of my life. You threaten any of that and I'll crush you."

"I don't like the idea of you being a poofter but you sure act like a man," Frank said then seeing seeing the anger building up in Tim added, "I know. I took your advice and used Bertie but you should be thinking of girls, getting married and giving Dad grandsons."

"If it happens I'll have children," Tim snapped angrily, "It'll be right for me, not Dad."

He put his arm on Frank's shoulder who was trying to stand, terror in his eyes.

"Relax," Tim continued, "You can disagree with me, you know."

Frank complied, "Sorry. I was just back in the gangs for a moment."

Tim nodded in understanding, "Let's go home. You need rest."

Chapter 11

It was a cheerful group that gathered in the lounge that evening. Somehow no one doubted that Tim had done something but no one could figure out what. Richie knew of course but his arse still hurt from his caning and he knew better than to say anything.

It was Charles who raised the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Are you going to try and free Ty now?" he asked.

"I'm not trying to free anyone," Tim replied, "Frank's just lucky that the girl decided to tell the truth."

"And you did nothing to encourage her."

Tim shook his head, "I've never been near her."

"So what about the private investigators?"

"What about them?" Tim asked irritably.

"I'm sorry Tim, I don't mean to upset you," Charles said, "But the boys are wondering. I don't believe that they backed off out of the kindness of their hearts."

"I'm sorry Ty," Tim said, "I try to discourage this sort of talk because I don't want you to get your hopes up when there's nothing new. The truth is I either put a million into their project or spend it on private investigators looking into their affairs. They let the girl tell the truth and that fitted in with the forensic evidence but that's all.

"Ty needs new evidence to turn up and you're suggesting that I'm trying to get it manufactured. You know what would happen to me if I was accused of that."

"I know you're doing what you can, Master," Ty said, "You're wrong about false hope though. I like to think that you're trying and it may happen."

"If I've said anything then I've made it clear that I'll see new evidence as a bribe and have it thoroughly investigated."

"Then you are trying," Ty said triumphantly, "That's all I need to know."

"OK, there was a guy hanging around the hospital," Tim said, "He may have been there to remind the girl of the story. He disappeared, the girl was disorientated and didn't even think of lying. I'm sure it didn't have anything to do with sending their business plan to my accountants. Zoe's still not going to say that she perjured herself."

"Just don't give up trying, Master," Ty said.

Tim gave up.

"I won't," he sighed before turning to Frank, "Sorry you tried to say something and I cut across you."

Frank had been trying to speak but had not been able to summon up the courage to interrupt. Tim had allowed him to save a little face but he he still felt like a slave.

"No, it wasn't much. It's just that Ty doesn't seem very respectful. Why do you allow it?"

"Come here Ty. Present," Tim rapped out.

For a moment Tim fondled Ty's balls before running his finger through his crack then suddenly pushing upwards. Ty wriggled around to accommodate the invasion but remained quiet, trying to keep his stance.

"Ty is a slave first," Tim said, "He's my best friend second. If he was free Ty wouldn't want any boy touching him there but he's not free. He's a slave and I'm his master so he has to stand there while I use him to make my point. By the way, Davie's not my friend, he's my boyfriend."

Frank nodded thoughtfully while Tim continued to explore Ty whose cock was beginning to swell.

"Do you see it that way, Ty?" Frank asked.

With only one finger inside him but with the palm of Tim's hand pressed against his balls, Ty was standing on tiptoe as Tim pushed upwards. Ty was was breathing heavily as he glanced into Tim's eyes. As always there was a challenge there as he tried to answer Frank.

"No sir," Ty answered huskily between breaths, "I'm Master Tim's slave. I know you'll think it's stupid after what happened to you but it's what I want. If I try to be his friend then I won't be a good slave and I'd let him down."

Tim had found Ty's prostate and was gently massaging it. Ty's cock swelled to stand upright despite the pressure on his balls.

Just as it seemed as if Ty would spurt all over his master, Tim withdrew his hand. Ty gasped at the suddenness of it and lowered his heels, remembering just in time that he did not have permission to relax. Physically he was tense, desperate to release the energy being generated in his groin but mentally he was focussed on Tim, understanding the point he was trying to make. However they tried to explain their relationship, Ty would not do anything to disappoint Tim.

"You are not to come until Morgan has fucked you," Tim ordered, "Do it in front of the others and they will confirm that you've obeyed me."

"Yes Master," Ty replied sullenly then added, "I wouldn't lie to you."

"No you wouldn't," Tim chuckled, "But you're a slave and it's my job to keep an eye on you."

Tim turned to Frank, "These boys are slaves and I'm in charge. I don't have to remind them all the time but I do when there's a reason. In this case it's show you that they can be obedient when I need it. At other times they can be themselves. It's important because I don't want you breathing down their necks all the time like dad used to."

Tim grinned, "Or those overseers that you worked under."

Frank managed a smile in return, "Don't remind me. Why don't you treat Bertie the same?

"He refused to settle down and tried to betray us. As soon as you're fed up with him he can go back to the gangs."

"OK, I know the story. I'll keep him. I don't think either of us would have lived long if we'd stayed there. I'd hate to send him back."

"I know and I'm sorry for putting you in the gang. If you had been convicted then they would have been your best chance. It also helped to get them to back off. They didn't have much of a hold over you if I could do that to you so why bother getting you framed?"

"Let's change the subject," Charles said, "Ty, is your entire family visiting this weekend? They could stay on the Saturday night if they wanted to."

The atmosphere lightened and they remained cheerful for a week or so until Tim got a phone call from Dan Garrick inviting him to his office. Tim sent for Ty.

"I want you to be my runner," Tim said, "Full slave mode, collar and wrist manacles."

"I suppose it's the microphone in the collar. I'll do it."

"You'll also fetch a cane and bend over that chair," Tim said quietly, "I said full slave mode and you answered rudely."

"Yes Master," Ty said as he obeyed.

His arse was bruised and bloodied as he looked fearfully at Tim. The collar and chains were so thick and heavy that he struggled to keep up with the rickshaw. He was still gasping for breath as he stumbled through Dan's offices into his private chamber following his master. He knelt down beside Tim's chair, trying to hold himself as straight as possible.

Dan looked quizzically at Ty.

"Just a little training session," Tim chuckled, "We all need to know where we stand at times."

Ty was alert enough to wonder who the lesson was intended for. He remembered Tim's comments concerning Frank's treatment making a threat harder to make.

"Quite," Dan said. He had no problems, just glad that Tim was developing some backbone in handling his slaves.

"Have you come to any conclusion about this investment?" he asked.

"It's more the people I'm dealing with," Tim said bluntly, "You all think that I'm a soft touch and will get suckered into investing more than I want."

"I don't," Dan said, "Especially now that you've spirited Claude Matheson away."

"I've not seen him," Tim said surprised, "If I did I'd hand him over to your minders after what he did to Frank."

In his turn, Dan also looked surprised, "He borrowed money for expenses. He spent some on, shall we say, Frank's project and we haven't seen him since we called it off."

"It sounds about right," Tim retorted, "Are the police looking for him?"

"Not that I know of," Dan replied, "OK so he's out of the picture. Any other problems?

"I want my accountant to see the real books," Tim replied, "I'm talking about the ones that Gambon and Hartley cook. It could be a real investment but you and the bigger boys have got greedy and skimmed too much off. I should be able to put in enough to prevent you going bankrupt and ending up in court on fraud charges. You may even get a little bit more when the building's sold but in return you accept that you've taken your main share.

The chief auditor is Mr. Fisher," Dan said, "Those are the proper records."

"Not with his son kneeling beside me in chains," Tim exclaimed, "He's hardly neutral."

"And if his son was out of chains," Dan asked cautiously.

"I still want to see the original books. I'll repeat what I said, from what I can make out you and your partners could be facing enslavement for fraud. I'm willing to get you out of that hole but only if the project is completely legitimate. Offering to get Ty released does not sound very legitimate to me, especially if anyone else gets hurt."

"Oh no. The papers would go to the police. They would not involve you."

"It's strange how little people know so little about slave law," Tim said, "If a slave is voluntarily enslaved before he's arrested then all charges are dropped. That's to protect the new owner. From when he's arrested to when he's convicted it's a grey area. The prosecution can still bring him to court but if the regime is appropriate then there's little point. After conviction it's entirely back to the new owner. If the papers went to the police they might inform me but take no action because it would affect my rights as the owner. I would have to ask for the papers then I could put in the appeal. That means I would be involved and it would be assumed that I've checked the papers thoroughly.

"The only thing receiving those papers would signify is that whoever's in charge here is acknowledging that I'm not going to be pushed around, neither am I going to allow my friends to be."

Dan grinned, "So you know that if the papers are wrong then you'd be the one accused of perverting justice."

"Of course," Tim said, "Ty's a damned good gardener. I wouldn't even consider filing the papers until I'd found a replacement. That could take until well after the building's finished and the books on it are closed."

As Ty gave a sharp intake of breath, Tim slapped Ty across the head nearly knocking him to the floor.

"He keeps forgetting that he's a slave," Tim chuckled as Ty picked himself up.

"And my associates don't see you as I do," Dan said, "They seem to think that you're a woolly headed liberal that wants to free your slaves. I try telling them what happened to Bertram and Xavier but they don't listen."

"You don't sound worried about them," Tim said.

There's another brother. Hopefully he'll turn out better. I was upset when it all came out but they're not even useful any more. I got some credit for accepting it and trying to find them a decent owner but it's all history now."

"I don't know if the main associates will accept your offer but I'll put it to them. I'll also put it to them that it's pointless to try and pressure you and that you may respond better to any irregularities being sorted out."

Both Ty and Tim were silent on the way home. Tim did not remove Ty's shackles but left him standing in front of him.

"What did you make of that conversation, Ty?" Tim asked.

Ty thought for a moment, "I didn't like it when you said that you wouldn't free me even if you could. It hurt horribly but then I started thinking, it's a bit more possible, isn't it?"

"What worries me," Tim said, "Is that they sacrifice Zoe to save you."

"Oh!" Ty exclaimed, "I hadn't thought of that. You had though. You made that crack about no one else getting hurt."

"I also said that I would only free you when it was convenient for me."

"Don't tell anyone else because they wouldn't understand but I don't mind staying as your slave. Dad would try to put it all past me and get me into university. I like gardening. I'm learning but it's not like learning in a classroom. It's what I want to do."

"If Davie agrees I want you to fuck me tonight. Go and see if Morgan can fluff you up and get you more eager."

When he was alone, Tim phoned Constable Adams.

"We got it all," John said, "There's nothing we can use to convict but he didn't deny anything either. There is something though. We've had a scared young man and his father in the station. Apparently Zoe Henwick was threatening to have him enslaved if he didn't cooperate. They asked for me because I was involved in your affair. They thought that I might be more likely to believe them."

"What was this boy expected to do?" Tim asked.

"So far as I could tell she wanted a lapdog. He's a star footballer, good looking and would be an eye catching accessory on her arm. Normally there wouldn't be much that we could do because we wouldn't get clearance for the high level of surveillance needed. However, I was given permission to ask a concerned citizen if he would supply the funding."

"Yes of course," Tim replied, "Whatever is needed. Is anyone else involved."

"No. The father is a labourer in a factory He doesn't have much money or any connections."

As Tim hung up he wondered how Ty would react to the news. Just then, the best part of their relationship was not being obliged to do or say anything. He would deal with it later.

For Tim it was approaching Autumn and the start of the new school year. Although he had made friends, he was nervous about how other classmates would treat him especially those close to John.

He was also concerned that with all the other upsets, he would not be ready for the lessons.

However the last weekend before term began proved to be the busiest of the summer. Everyone who had made friends with any of the boys seemed to be there. It was a warm day in early September so none of the free boys were bothering with much in the way of clothes.

Frank was the exception. He stayed dressed still not recovered from his week in the work gang and he was confident enough to ask John Adams who was visiting, along with his family about discipline.

"It's a bit muddled," John explained, "Ask most people and they will say that slaves have to be naked and shaved from the neck down. When there were regulations laid down by a governing body it was probably wisest to do it. Now it's being put into law that you're only required to distinguish between slaves and citizens. This is private property and the owner is content for body hair to be the distinguishing factor. Have you seen those daft smock like things that slave are allowed in Winter?"

Frank nodded, "I'm glad I never wore one."

"Most slaves feel the same. Apparently displaying their bodies is their only way of showing off or having pride in something. The smocks take that away so most would rather freeze to death than wear one.

"Now exercising naked in the fresh air is supposed to be healthy and citizens have a right to be nude if they want to be so you've got two policies converging. Both sides would complain about the lack of discipline more than dress but again it's private property and Tim owns all the slaves. No one's complaining that they're wild and out of control so again there's no real problem nowadays."

John paused as Tim wandered over.

"Frank's a little concerned about the discipline here," he continued, "It does take a bit of getting used to."

Tim grinned, "Granddad wants a happy home. At least the musicians don't bother us now that they've got their studio."

"That's what I mean," Frank exclaimed, "They're shut away, who knows what they're doing."

"It's not drugs because I test my boys fairly often. You're worried about gay stuff aren't you?"

Frank thought for a moment, "Maybe. I fuck Bertram because he's still a slave but I won't let him fuck me."

"So it's not gay because you're using a slave," Tim said, "And you're worried that some of those free boys maybe getting themselves fucked."

Frank nodded, "I'm still having nightmares about the work gang. It was Grandfather Claude who got me sent there and it's all his ideas that we're supposed to listen to. According to him you're the disappointment who shames the family. Dad's turned completely against Claude and reckons you're saving us and I should listen to you."

Tim laughed, "That's Dad. He never does anything by halves. Granddad Claude will be lucky if Dad ever speaks to him again."

Tim thought for a moment, "You sang in the choir until you decided that it was too cissy. Go over and see what's what. You never know, you may feel like joining in."

Frank looked at Tim wondering what he really meant but nodded. As John strolled off to find his family and Davie, Tim found Ty and his family.

Ty was completely relaxed and talking animatedly but on seeing Tim approach he straightened up, adopting the display position. His brother in particular looked on, surprised and slightly disapproving.

"Hello Tim," Mr. Fisher said warmly, "I got a letter from Gambon and Hartley the other day, together with a handsome cheque, thanking me for my past services and that they were no longer needed. Ty seems to think that it's your doing."

"I hope he hasn't been discussing my affairs," Tim exclaimed.

"Oh no. He wouldn't do that. He just confirmed my suspicion. I know from our discussion that you're taking them on."

"I can't take them on. You said that, yourself," Tim said, "I'm trying to stop them going after me and part of that is protecting my boys."

"Slaves, you mean," Ty's brother snapped.

"OK, slaves," Tim said, "None of the slaves on this property should have been enslaved for life. If nothing else they're entitled to feel safe."

"Until you want them in your bed or you want to trade them in for a younger model."

Tim grinned, "Ty never seems worried in my bed and he's too useful to get rid of him."

Mr. Fisher grinned unsympathetically as Ty blushed bright red.

"Sam's an abolitionist," Mr. Fisher explained, "I did try to explain that you're not the typical owner but he doesn't believe it."

"No, I don't believe it," Sam exclaimed, "Look at Ty. He's too scared to move."

"Ty, consider yourself Mr. Sam's slave for the rest of his visit. Behave towards him as you do towards me."

Only Mr. Fisher noticed Tim's conspiratorial wink. He understood the slight grin and nod as Ty replied, "Yes Master."

"My first order then, is to forget about being a slave and be my brother," Sam said.

"But in that case I'm allowed to argue with you so I'll obey Master Tim and act like your slave," Ty riposted.

Sam stared at him, puzzled.

"I'm giving you a chance to relax and be yourself," he said.

"Thank you, sir but I am being myself. May I show you around the gardens and show you the work I do?"

Defeated, Sam nodded then allowed himself to be guided towards the orchard. Mrs Fisher burst out laughing.

"That's the first time that Ty's ever got the better of Sam," she said, "I thought I was going to hate you for owning my son but you've done wonders with him."

Tim nodded his thanks before Mr. Fisher said, "Sam doesn't know what's going on otherwise he'd be more grateful. He's coming up for some exams and we didn't want to worry him. Jean and I do know that you're protecting Sam as well so thank you."

"And thank you for letting us see Ty," Jean added, "It means a lot."

"Come out any time," Tim smiled, "I have to go. Daniel wants to ask me something and he'll never approach me if he thinks I'm busy."

Daniel only wanted to ask if he and Al could stay for a few days.

"Yes of course," Tim replied, "Tell Ryan to sort anything you need. Still problems at home?"

Not really. Everyone's cool about us but it's just a bit off putting knowing everyone can hear the bed creak. Al's room is only big enough for a single bed. It's too cramped to sleep properly so I can only stay when I don't have to get up for work."

"You and Al get on with Granddad so you could move in. If you're interested we'll ask Granddad."

"Thanks, the slave room would do."

"You and Al are entitled to some privacy," Tim said, "We'll find a room."

"Al likes it down there," Daniel replied then grinned, "I think he likes the way everyone looks at me. How do you and Davie handle going with other people, even if they are just slaves?"

"We ask each other's permission. Davie sometimes sends for Ty to fuck me. It's an idea that evolved and seems to work for us. The other thing is whatever else happens we sleep together. I know what you meant but I'm uneasy when you say 'just slaves'."

"Sorry," Daniel said, "I did mean that you're supposed to be able to use them without thinking about it."

Tim nodded, "That's cool. Like I said, figure out the ground rules with Al and if they don't seem to be working then discuss it."

"Thanks. You're busy I won't bother you any more."

"Daniel, relax," Tim said firmly, "You and Al are part of the gang. If you want to talk to me, Granddad or anyone else then do it."

Daniel grinned, "The stuff you do is scary. My biggest problem is dealing with a customer when we can't return his car on time. It's pretty small and unimportant."

"No it's not," Tim said, "If the garage gets a bad reputation and loses customers then you'll be out of a job. So will I if I handle people wrong."

"I suppose so," Daniel said, "Thanks. I'll talk to Al when he comes out of the studio for long enough."

"You could go and rescue Granddad," Tim grinned, "He's been collared by Ryan's mother and she's been at the booze. She'll be going on about how unfair Ryan's enslavement is and how he's too young to run the house. She's probably right but it'll be word for word what she said last time."

Daniel grinned as he turned and left. For Tim, the best part of the day was defeating Andy in a wrestling match. It was the first time it had ever happened and it was a bonus to an already good day.

He still felt good until he read the post the following morning. A letter from the court told him to visit Judge Travers' chambers to discuss Richie's case. The problem was, it was on the day school started. He would have time to register before hurrying to the office to ask for time off.

Al understood his dilemma while Daniel offered to drive him to the court.

"You can leave a bit later and be back sooner," he explained.

In spite of Daniel and his boss' help, Tim was still a little wound up when he entered the Judges chambers.

"Please sit down, Mr Matheson," Judge Travers said, "I've read the papers and I'd like to discuss my opinion."

Tim nodded.

"I know Judge Dalton's reputation for being severe but even so I'm reluctant to directly countermand him. Given his remarks concerning the boy's home life it's difficult to fault him anyway. However, if he'd known about the mother's recent death then he might have shown more leniency so I can modify his enslavement in the light of what is now known.

"I'll put his enslavement under a license which stipulates that he can only be sent to an owner who will actively consider his release. It will be a condition of that release that he won't be a burden on the state and that he is either in full time employment or in an appropriate training programme. At his age that would be school.

"I consider you to be a suitable owner and that you're competent enough to know when the other criteria are met. Your application to have him released at a later time should just be a simple declaration that the terms of the license are being met."

Judge Travers paused offering Tim some tea before continuing, "Unofficially, Judge Dalton is blocking any attempt to question his decisions. I was asked to help in this case and I'm proposing a compromise to keep both sides happy. Realistically, would the boy be better off if he was freed today?"

"Tim shook his head, "I don't think so. He's been catching up with his lessons but I don't know if a school would take him on. Would it be possible for the license to give him temporary enslavement status?"

"Recognising that his enslavement is temporary and an education would not be a waste of everybody's time."

"Something like that," Tim agreed.

"Judge Dalton did say that he should go to owners who could train and consider his release so I'll consider it. He might have said it but he didn't mean it that way. He meant 'let's sound good until the boy is lost in the system'," Judge Travers laughed before continuing, "I shouldn't have said that. Technically this meeting is an official court proceeding but you seem amenable to the idea."

"It sounds reasonable but I'd like to see it in writing before I agree," Tim said.

"And you'd like time to discuss it with the boy. That's fine. We want it settled without fuss and without ruffling too many feathers. You can insist on a full hearing if you think that you're being railroaded but I think that we can do business."

"So do I," Tim said, "I'll wait on the paperwork and take it from there."

Tim was much relieved as he returned to school. He ignored the hostile looks from John and his friends and managed a brief smile and nod to his friends who were anxious for news.

"Before you sit down, Matheson," Mr. Knowles, the teacher said, "I'm not impressed when a new boy has to miss his first lesson of the year because of a court appearance. I trust we're not wasting time on someone who's facing enslavement."

"No sir," Tim explained, "It was just a friendly chat over a cup of tea. It concerned one of my boys."

Mr. Knowles picked up a cane.

"Hold your hand out boy," he rasped, "Judges have the likes of you before them. I'll not tolerate insolence in this class."

"Firstly, legally I'm an adult so please do not call me a boy," Tim said quietly though Al could see the anger in his eyes, "Secondly, I do not lie. I had tea with Judge Travers while discussing a matter to do with a slave. Thirdly, I'll hold out my hand in the interests of class discipline but if I do then, in the interests of that same discipline, I'll have you explaining what you mean by the 'likes of you."

"Congratulations," Mr. Knowles said, "It must be a record even for scum like you. Two minutes in a classroom and you're expelled. Report to the office."

Tim complied and not long after he was in the Headmaster's office describing the incident.

"Sit down," the Headmaster said, "Mr. Knowles is an excellent teacher who brings the best out in his students. He belongs to the Slavery As Deterrence League and sees teaching slaves as taking spaces from students who could make good use of an education. However, he goes against League policy on voluntary slaves though. He's a bit harsh but if they put in that extra effort then so does he."

"Fair enough," said Tim, "But he didn't check the facts and he was dismissive, rude and insulting."

"Come with me," the Headmaster said, "We'll deal with it."

Accompanying the Headmaster, Tim returned to the classroom.

"There seems to be some confusion, Mr. Knowles," the Headmaster said when the class resumed their seats, "This is Tim Matheson. He was in court in connection with one of his slaves. His absence was properly recorded. The last time that he was in this classroom he was enslaving Bertram Garrick. He has warned the school that he's involved in a number of legal and business matters that may require his urgent attention. I did circulate a memo to this effect but apparently your copy was mislaid."

"You're that Tim Matheson," Mr. Knowles exclaimed, "I'm so terribly sorry. I didn't realise. It's a pleasure to have you in my class."

Mr. Knowles held out his hand. Tim did not move.

"I'm surprised that you want to shake the hand that you're going to cane," Tim said.

"No, No," Mr. Knowles replied, "Not now I know who really are."

"You should have checked before you said anything, Mr. Knowles," Tim said, "If you don't administer it then I'll be the boy who goes running to the head to be let off. It'll undermine the discipline of every class I'm in. I also have slaves attending this school they'll be looking to see how I behave and how I expect to be treated."

Tim had spoken quietly but the entire class had heard every word he said. Somehow he had put Mr. Knowles at a complete disadvantage. Although a good teacher he was not very popular, he was used to putting down any boy who did not meet his standards. The class enjoyed seeing him in trouble over his behaviour.

Mr. Knowles was thoroughly confused, seeing only Tim's wealth and growing position in the town. He had expected Tim to be an arrogant, ill mannered youth very much like Bertram Garrick which is why he had not realised who he was. He turned to the headmaster.

"I'm afraid that Matheson is right," he said, "We need to discuss your attitudes to the students and you need to maintain discipline. Carry on please."

Reluctantly he picked up the cane telling Tim to hold out his hand. Everyone could see that the stroke was half hearted. It was still enough for Tim to screw up his face with the pain while gripping his hand in the opposite armpit in an attempt to let the heat soothe the pain.

The class was now looking at Tim with awe. Whatever trouble John had tried to stir up was gone.

"There's only a few minutes to the end of class," the headmaster said, "I think you may as well finish early. It's gym next isn't it."

"Yes sir," the boy who he had asked replied.

The rest of the day went well for Tim. Schools concentrated first on discipline. Tim's age group were monitored as closely as thirteen year olds might be in other places so he wore a school uniform and looked liked any young schoolboy.

Other things were universal. Normally Davie would not think of approaching a senior boy, especially if he was hanging out with his classmate's. He was uncertain how to react to Tim until Tim smiled at him. He launched himself onto Tim to plant a deep passionate lips on Tim's lips.

While most had seen Davie greeting Tim before, some were shocked at the greeting when they were both in school uniform. It was even more shocking that Tim continued chatting to his friends with his arm wrapped around Davie's shoulder. Al and his other friends took no notice and soon it just added to Tim's reputation for being his own man.

Richie was anxiously waiting for news when he arrived with the rickshaw. For once Davie and the others ran behind while Richie rode with Tim.

"Rather than a public hearing they want to do a deal around voluntary enslavement," Tim said, "It means that you will be free one day but not yet."

"Will things change, Master?" Richie asked, "Or will everything be the same?"

"No you'll still be my slave, I'm afraid."

"That's OK. I wouldn't want to go with someone else."

"Yes but you'll still be a slave for several years. You won't be free soon. Are you willing to accept a deal like that?"

"What I'd really like is for you to adopt me then be voluntarily enslaved to you, Jimmy and I would be brothers and I'd like you as my dad.

Tim hugged Richie, "The only problem with that is that Jimmy is my brother so he'd be your uncle. Davie could end up as your other dad."

Richie giggled happily, "It could be fun explaining it all. We'd all be just slaves for now so it wouldn't matter. I just want to belong to you."

"I could find a nice family to take you in. You might be treated like their son more," Tim said.

"No. I want to belong to you," Richie said firmly.

"Think about it and if you still want it, I'll see what I can do."

"I want to belong to you," Richie repeated firmly.

"OK But don't start calling Jimmy uncle just yet."

Richie giggled and nestled into Tim in a thoroughly impudent, unslavelike manner.

Much to his surprise everyone seemed to approve of the idea. He worried about Jimmy or Davie being jealous but all Davie said, "You shouldn't sleep with your son, should you. It won't affect me.

"I like Richie," Jimmy said, "He couldn't be taken away by his bi-lo-gical dad, could he.

"I wouldn't have said that you were ready to be a dad," Charles smiled, "But you look after all these boys."

"Including me," Frank said, "You're the head of the family now. Go for it."

Judge Travers was equally positive when Tim phoned him the next day.

"You're meeting Judge Dalton's objections and you've got a good track record for disciplining young men. I'll draw up the papers and send them to your solicitor."

The rest of the week was quiet until Friday when Davie's father, Constable John Adams phoned.

"Could we come out tomorrow and stay the night. I'd like to bring another young man with me."

"The more the merrier. " Charles replied, "Come when you like."

"Thanks," John said, "I gather from Davie that Tim had an eventful start to the new term. I'm glad we've managed to delay operations until this weekend."

Charles was a little concerned over John's remark but he did not seem worried about Davie so Charles relaxed, making do with warning Tim to finish his homework assignments by Friday night.

John and his wife arrived the next day. Once they were settled and exchanged news, John asked if he and the young man who arrived with them could talk privately with Tim.

"It concerns Wilbur and Ty," he said, "I don't know if you want him as well."

"Ryan, fetch Ty and warn him to be in full obedient slave mode," Tim snapped.

Ryan grinned and hurried off. And a few minutes later they were in the library with Ty kneeling beside Tim and the others seated comfortably in large leather chairs.

"In case you haven't guessed, Wilbur is the guy being blackmailed by Zoe Henwick."

Ty gasped in surprise glancing at Tim.

"I'll allow you that interruption," Tim said, "Any more and I cane you."

"Yes Master," Ty said meekly. He understood that Tim had sent for him to learn what was happening and that it was for information only. The conversation was for citizens, not slaves.

"Wilbur here has been wired and Zoe has been under surveillance," John said, "From what we can tell, she's not only got her own agenda but she willingly cooperates with her father. We're tracking a number of businessmen who may have been set up. You know, open to accusations of molesting an under age citizen.

John paused before continuing, "She's saying that she'll get anyone who crosses her enslaved and uses Ty's case as proof. She's said enough for her to be arrested for blackmail and extortion. There's probably enough for you to apply for Ty's release.

Tim rested his hand on Ty's shoulder, warning him to remain quiet.

"Go on," he said. John smiled. Tim was sharp enough to realise that there had to be more.

"My colleagues are arresting her as we speak. Both Wilbur and I are here so that you are completely out of the loop and no one can claim that you're putting on pressure to get Ty released."

John paused again giving his audience to absorb what he was saying.

"In fact, we've got a chance to go after George Henwick and it's important enough to have drafted in officers from another force just to prove the evidence is being properly handled.

"Now Henwick is expecting you to put in papers immediately. We expect his lawyers to offer to agree in exchange for a deal for his daughter."

Tim squeezed Ty's shoulder again as he said, "So you want me to hold back?"

John nodded, "We don't think that Zoe knows much of the business side, she's too young but she was around when George did business and she may have heard far more than she should have done. While her lawyers are hesitating, waiting for you to make your move we can question her."

"Surely they can apply for bail?" Tim asked.

"Yes of course they can and we can object. You own Ty and the law protects you. You cannot be mentioned because you bought Ty in good faith and you should not be affected by it all. Normally Ty would be untraceable or dead by now so it's not that unfair. You're not being penalised because you have a high profile slave but if you put in papers then you're involving yourself and all bets are off."

"In other words they can't offer a deal until I'm officially involved," Tim said.

"Exactly," John agreed.

"And you're hoping to get intelligence if not evidence from Zoe."

"That's right," John said.

"Would you do one thing, please. If their lawyers try to negotiate for slavery instead of hard usage would you agree? I'll instruct agents to look out for her and if necessary pay double the market value. Ty can decide what to do with her."

John smiled, "Your rickshaw boys give me nightmares. My superiors might like the bargaining edge you're giving them."

"They're still trying to hoodwink me over this building project," Tim said, "But the bits I've seen are pretty damaging. I'm thinking that if George Henwick goes down then he'll leave the others exposed. Fraud investigations will be easier and if I've invested I could call in the receivers and bankrupt them. If I found the right backers I could even save the project."

"Bloody Hell," Wilbur exclaimed, "Who are you?"

"Tim Matheson, but you know that," Tim chuckled, "These people destroy lives and I want to stop them. There's a lot of small shareholders who stand to be ruined if this project fails so I'm aiming on recovering as much money as possible."

"Don't forget that Tim helped get you off the hook," John added.

"I know but it seems weird. He's the same age as me."

"I think I'm a year or so older," Tim smiled.

"I'm sorry," Wilbur said, "It's been a bit traumatic these last few weeks. Dad and Mr. Adams are friends so Dad trusted him. I was scared that Zoe's dad controlled the police and I'd end up in worse trouble. I was shit scared."

"Ty, I'm thinking about what happened to Frank, me and a few others," Tim said, "You may comment."

"Yes Master and I'm in full slave mode and my needs don't count but may I ask? Will I be freed at some stage?"

"I think we should get you some correspondence courses. We need to get you up to speed for when your parents send you back to school."

Ty grimaced, "Thank you Master. I'm so looking forward to being free and made to go to school."

Tim and John laughed. Wilbur joined in wondering if he really understood the joke. Ty's comment simply did not fit in with his conception of a slave scared into blind obedience.

"OK Ty," Tim said, "It's serving a purpose to keep you a slave. You'll be freed when it suits Constable Adams and me. Can you live with that?"

Ty thought for a moment, "I can because you're my master. I couldn't if it was anyone else. I know you'll punish me for this but…"

Ty leapt up and kissed Tim full on the lips.

"Thank you Tim. You've always believed in me and I love you for it."

Just as suddenly, Ty was back in position as an obedient slave leaving Wilbur watching, astonished.

"As punishment, you will act as Wilbur's body slave while he's here," Tim said. There was no anger in his voice and Ty was already looking at Wilbur appraisingly.

Events seemed to be moving faster because as they left the library, Ryan approached Tim.

"Mr. Garrick called, master," he said, "He threatened to have me flogged when I said that you were in conference and could not be disturbed. That was your order though, wasn't it, Master?"

"Yes it was and you acted correctly," Tim said, "If anyone ever threatens you like that again you are to say, 'That is for my master to decide'."

Ryan grinned, "Yes Master. Thank you."

"Wilbur, have Ty show you around. If he gets too insolent then cane him."

Wilbur grinned nervously, "Thank you, sir. I'm sure he'll be OK."

"Tim's fine," Tim said, "I'm not sure why John brought you but you're welcome. Ty, stay in full slave mode for Master Wilbur."

"Yes Master Tim," Ty replied, "Would you care for some refreshments, Master Wilbur. The patio should have warmed up in the sun. May I serve you there?"

Wilbur allowed himself to be guided away leaving John with an amused grin on his face.

"Wilbur might be a sports jock but he's very shy and reserved," John explained, "His father found him in the garage with a rope over a beam. He denies it but his father is sure that he was committing suicide."

"OK but surely he needs professional help," Tim said.

"Maybe but I wanted him out of the way while the arrest was happening and I told his father that your boys would look after him."

"Well, he's here and he can stay as long as he likes. What about school or work?"

"He left at the end of last term. He did very well with his exams but his parents can't afford to send him to University. College would stretch them and jobs aren't easy to find."

"So he's got more pressure," Tim said.

"Which Zoe exploited," John said angrily.

"He knows I'm gay I hope," Tim said.

"Yes he does. I told him about you and Davie as well. I'd say he was curious more than anything."

"Like I said, he's welcome. I'm going to call Garrick. Would you listen in please? I think it might be quite interesting.

Chapter 12

Dan wasted little time on the pleasantries before he got to the point.

"We've kept our end of the deal, now you keep yours. We need your cash now."

"What deal do you mean?" Tim asked.

"Your boy Ty and your brother Frank are off the hook. Now you invest."

I remember a conversation where I said that I'd consider investing if the business plan looked promising but my accountants are still waiting on some figures. I also made it clear that I'd investigate any evidence to free Ty and Frank very closely. Now what do you mean about Ty?"

"Haven't you heard? That whore Zoe has got herself arrested for blackmail. You can get your darling boy Ty freed now. It's a pity you don't care about my boys as much as you do about him."

"I'm beginning to feel sorry for them. They didn't have much chance with a father like you. If you can't tell the difference between someone being framed and someone committing crimes then I'm not sure that I want to do business with you."

"Why you little b…" Dan stopped short and Tim could hear him breathing heavily as he struggled to control his temper.

"If it's a good deal then I'm still considering a million. I could put up 50k now as a sign of good faith but I still want the rest of the accounts first."

"OK, I'll put it to them and your boy?"

"What about him?"

"Getting him freed of course."

"That can wait. Let's see how thing's develop," Tim said.

"I'll tell her father. I don't think that's he's going to be very happy about it. He's looking for the bastard that got her arrested."

"I don't really care about any of that. Ty's a side issue. Let's focus on this building project."

"I'll get back to you," Dan said and hung up.

"Wilbur had better stay here for a while," Tim said, "Do you want to tell him? I had the impression that Dan was more worried about me not charging in to rescue Ty."

"I agree," John said, "Careful you could lose any money you put in at the moment."

"They're not going to hand over those accounts. Even if they do, it takes time to cook them that thoroughly. I can stall and Dan's under pressure. He forgot to be polite."

"How old is Zoe?" Tim asked.

"She's twenty now," John replied, "She's small, petite I think it's called and I hear that she can dress to look as if she's thirteen just to tease. Ty could have easily overpowered her if that's what you're thinking."

"No, I wasn't thinking that," Tim said, "I was wondering how much she could be involved in her father's affairs. How come she could be used against businessmen if she's that old."

"There's cases going back years. Don't forget, she can still yell rape like she did with Ty."

"It's sounds wrong somehow. Surely Ty was the minor but I get the general idea."

"Judge Dalton made Ty seemed like a crazed monster and age isn't a defence," John said.

"Judge Dalton again," Tim exclaimed angrily, "I keep hearing about him."

John looked surprised, "Surely you know. He's one of the investors in that project. He's a nasty piece of work so he fits in quite well with the others."

"I came across a Robert Dalton a few times but I never connected him to Judge Dalton," Tim said, "It doesn't affect Richie though, does it?"

"No, it's a true coincidence that both Richie and Ty came to you," he paused, "Maybe it's not, you were thinking in terms of boys with dubious sentences."

"And I'm standing up to him on two counts," Tim said, "Maybe I am on his radar."

"Possibly but don't worry about it. Are you aiming to get any of his decisions overturned in open court?"

Tim shook his head.

"So Dan Garrick's more of a threat," John said, "He's the front man after your money. If he fails he'll be in trouble."

"Like Grandfather Claude," Tim said.

John nodded, "He's probably at the other end of the country charming some lonely widow. Everything in her name so that his doesn't pop up anywhere. There's rumours about it but no complaints, he'll be back when he thinks it's safe."

"Dad always said that Granddad's a bit of a conman," Tim laughed, "But he's got no idea."

"So what are you going to do now?" John asked.

"Rescue Wilbur from Ty's idea of being a proper slave," Tim said, "I don't have to rush over Ty's release. It sounds as if they're worried about Zoe's arrest so who knows what more evidence will turn up.

Tim found Wilbur and Ty in the vegetable garden. It had been neglected and was badly overgrown. Xavie was busy digging out roots into a wheelbarrow to take it to the compost. The boy was filthy and there was a look complete defeat about him. Although technically Davie's body slave, Davie contented himself with sending him up to his and Tim's bedroom in the evening to clean and tidy.

Xavie was still shunned by the other boys so he was left to work alone unless Ty was there to give him his orders.

"Ty's told me about him," Wilbur said, "But it does seem a bit harsh."

"I'm beginning to feel sorry for him," Tim admitted, "His father only seems upset when he remembers to be. I do think think he was shocked at first, but thinking back he wasn't worried about them. He was more interested in how to exploit the situation. I was chatting to my solicitor the other day. According to him, given the Garrick's money and influence, they might have got away with temporary enslavement until they were twenty five in a completely different environment. Dan Garrick wanted to keep control though, so they ended up here. Now they've got no hope of freedom and Dan avoided the bad publicity that their trial would have caused."

Wilbur nodded, "And you won't help them because of the trouble they caused."

"I'll help them if I can but they've both tried to betray us. It's difficult to trust them the way I trust Ty."

"Excuse me, Master Tim," Ty said then paused for Tim to acknowledge him.

"Go on," Tim said.

"Could Xavie become Master Wilbur's slave, please? I'm trying but sooner or later Master Wilbur will have to punish me and I don't think he'll like it. Xavie might respond to a gentle master."

"So he's been misbehaving, has he?" Tim asked Wilbur.

"Not exactly. I get the feeling he's holding everything in. He wants to say something but changes his mind or tries to take me somewhere then stops moves round behind me and waits for me. It's not that exactly but that sort of thing."

"I can guess," Tim smiled, "OK Ty relax. Go and hose Xavie down and make him presentable. Tell him he's got a chance to get out of hard labour but only if he pleases Master Wilbur."

"Yes Master," Ty grinned and hurried off.

"It's up to you how you handle Xavie but be as demanding as you like. He is a slave and his survival depends on him accepting it. If you're soft or pity him he'll start to forget his status again."

"I don't really want a slave. I might go too far with him."

"It's a chance all slaves have to take," Tim said, "I try to give mine a quality of life and they respond well to it. Xavie might too but only now that he understands how bad things can get."

"Yeah but aren't you supposed to fuck slaves? I might hurt him."

"It's not compulsory," Tim laughed, "You're the master so it's what pleases you. If you're that worried about hurting him then get one of the younger boys to fuck him then an older one so that he has to take progressively larger cocks."

Wilbur stared in amazement.

"Do you really treat slaves like that?" he gasped.

"Physically yes," Tim said, "Look at Ty. He'd accept those orders without complaining but you've already seen that's he still his own man."

They stood quietly until Ty and Xavie arrived.

"Ty, fluff yourself up so that you're good and hard," Tim commanded.

Ty looked surprised but obeyed. Uncertain what was happening he stroked until his cock pointed rigidly upwards and not knowing what to do stood at present with his hips thrust forward."

"Right I want Xavie bent over grabbing his ankles but with his legs spread well apart. Ty use your fingers and examine Xavie. Tell me whether he can take your cock."

It seemed as if Ty's cock swelled even further to press against his stomach. Wilbur watched in horrified amazement.

"Yes he can, Master," Ty rasped, breathing heavily, "He's not a virgin and we've all used him but he's still pretty tight."

Tim turned to Wilbur, "It's up to you what happens next. Ty's got a nice cock for a fifteen year old and he knows how to use it. You can release Ty and send him to Morgan. If you want to use him in any way then go ahead or Xavie can just be your servant if you don't want anything else."

"What's the point of all this?" Wilbur asked, "Why are you taking so much trouble over me?"

"I've got one of my slaves out out of a life sentence," Tim said, "He wants to be voluntarily enslaved to me and for me to adopt him. Because of you I might be able to free Ty as well so we both owe you. You'll be meeting some of my friends this weekend. They'll strip off, help my slaves with their work then hang out with them. It's the way it works here."

Wilbur still looked puzzled.

"Master Tim is trying to say that he's not going to any special trouble for you. He does the same for everyone."

"How about chastity for a month for interrupting?" Tim snapped.

"Sorry, Master," Ty replied, "But I really do want Mr. Wilbur to be happy here."

"I understand what you mean about him still having his own mind," Wilbur said, "I think Zoe played with my mind more than my cock. Could he fuck Xavie, please. I've never handled slaves before and… I don't know… "

"Ty. Take your time and have a bit of fun with Xavie. Think of him as your slave," Tim commanded.

"Yes Master," Ty replied cheerfully, "Xavie, get me ready."

Xavie shifted to a kneeling position and licked Ty's cock before taking it into his mouth. Ty was already close and without thinking grabbed Xavie's head while thrusting his full length into Xavie's throat. The boy gagged until he caught the rhythm and Wilbur watched his chest fascinated as it expanded and contracted in time to Ty's thrusts.

Xavie gagged again as Ty's thrusts became faster and more violent but Ty did not stop until his his hips jerked spasmodically as he pumped every last drop from his balls.

Spent he stepped back almost collapsing as he recovered his strength as Xavie gulped in large lungfuls of air. Wilbur needed his own relief after the scene he had just witnessed and was also breathing heavily.

As Ty settled down he looked nervously at Tim.

"I'm sorry Master," he said, "You wanted me to fuck him and I just got carried away."

"I'll let face fucking count," Tim said huskily, "If Mr. Wilbur's finished with you then get on in the garden. I'm going to find Davie."

Xavie looked hopefully at Wilbur. In his mind he was now enough of a slave to hope that Wilbur would be a kind master. He was too drained by weeks of relentless work to think beyond that. When he was free he thought himself too old at ten years old to want to be held and cuddled. Now he watched as boys cuddled up together sharing the warmth of their bodies and a constant gentle contact.

He was sure that even the sex could be better if it was part of the intimate affection he was not allowed. He was not a slave, or an arrogant citizen, just a desperately lonely young boy desperately craving affection.

"You said that I could sit on the patio, Ty," Wilbur said, "I think I'll sit there while Xavie fetches me a lemonade. Then we'll get to know one another."

Instead of taking Davie to their bedroom, Tim was fielding another call this time from Judge Dalton.

"I thank you for your tactful handling of the slave Richard Wiley case. If we could be as discreet then I think that in view of Zoe Henwick's arrest, I may be able to consider Ty Fisher's conviction less favourably. I would add my support to an appropriately worded appeal."

"Thank you, Your Honour," Tim replied, "That is very generous of you. When the time comes, I'll have my solicitors send you a copy of the draft."

"You're not going to apply now?" Judge Dalton asked, surprised.

"No. I'll discuss it with his father but he's got a lot of school work to catch up on. I may be able to settle him down to studies more easily than the school or his parents. I believe that being ready to return to school may help his case more, wouldn't it Your Honour."

"Er, yes it would," Judge Dalton said, "Dan's right. We underestimated you. You won't hand over any money until you've seen the accounts will you?"

"No, I want to know what's going on and just how much my share would be."

"Ah, I think I understand," Judge Dalton said, "If you'd like to understand the workings of, shall we say, creative bookkeeping then would a set of hypothetical accounts as an example be useful? We could base them on an actual scheme but they would be clearly marked as 'For Training Purposes Only'."

"Thank you," Tim said, "That would be very useful. I'll ensure that funds are instantly available."

"It's nice doing business with you," Judge Dalton said as he hung up.

Both Ty and John had been listening in.

"They're desperate," John said, "However they cover it up, copies of the real accounts are going to be very useful. Hinting that you wanted in was brilliant."

"I just phrased it badly," Tim admitted, "They're too dangerous to play games with."

"It doesn't matter," John said, "Judge Dalton's worried and he reckons that everyone's got their angle."

"Ty, any thoughts?" Tim asked.

"No, master," Ty replied, "What am I going to tell Mum and Dad when they arrive tomorrow?"

Tim was not sure how to answer but it did not matter.

Mr. Fisher greeted his son warmly enough before hurrying over to confront Tim.

"What's this about not releasing Ty like you promised," he asked angrily.

"It's OK, Dad," Ty said, glancing at Tim nervously for interrupting, "It could be a set up to get at Master Tim."

"He turned to Tim before adding, "I'm sorry Master but I was thinking about it last night. Could evidence turn up to clear Zoe and implicate you in corruption?"

"Ty, take your parents through to the library," Tim said, "I won't punish you if you forget your position and behave like their son."

Ty grinned, "Thank you Master. When I'm the only one naked, it's difficult to forget though."

Tim turned to John, "Does he have a point?"

John shrugged, "It's possible but you're obviously leaving it to the court to consider the evidence against Zoe. I'd say you were covered."

"Ty seems to have a sixth sense for danger," Tim said thoughtfully, "I'm not going to ignore him."

"I agree but I wouldn't worry unless something new turns up."

"I'm going to settle down on the patio, wearing at least a pair of shorts and have my slaves treat me like the master. Wilbur, would you send Xavie to fetch Jimmy."

Frank joined him and after a little encouragement so did Wilbur. Tim was curious. Both Wilbur and Xavie were different. Wilbur was more relaxed while Xavie was the attentive servant, his eyes were brighter and he was more alert. Tim guessed that they had both found a companionship the previous night that they both needed. Tim doubted that it was sexual and was curious to see how it would develop.

Bertie was also attentive. He was not exactly cowed but Frank would not be sensitive or gentle with Bertie who would be a traditional slave without the rapport that Tim had with his boys and Wilbur seemed to be discovering.

They sat, chatting cheerfully until the Fishers joined them. Ty dutifully knelt down beside his father ready to serve his parents.

"I apologise," Mr. Fisher said, "I was rude earlier. Mr. Henwick's call rattled me. He phoned me yesterday to tell me that you were just stringing us all along and that you had no intention of releasing Ty. I didn't believe him but I didn't sleep well last night. It kept going round and round my head and built up. Again I'm sorry especially now that Ty's filled me in."

"Forget it," Tim said, "Let's just worry about the future."

"I've been talking to Ty about this," Mr. Fisher said, "He's beginning to persuade me that it would be pointless sending him back to school. If he stayed here then he could begin training as a horticulturist. As long as it led to qualifications and the chance of a job as a free citizen sometime in the future then I might agree."

"I don't know if there's any sort of time limits on filing papers. Maybe he would have to be freed then take voluntary enslavement."

"It sounds as if you would agree," Mr. Fisher said, "That's good enough for now. Thank you."

Tim caught Ty's smile as Mr. Fisher added, "I've been looking forward to describing Sam as my son, the doctor. It's strange that I could just as proud of Ty, my son, the slave."

For Tim, Sundays seemed to be chaos with so many visitors. Ryan might be only thirteen but he rounded up the other young slaves and their friends and saw to it that everyone was fed and were served with drinks. He felt that the day was a catastrophic failure if any adult had to go to the bar to serve themselves. Yet even he had time for a game of football.

Adults unused to Tim's attitudes looked on bemused as everything from washing up to a game of tag in the orchard was done with the sort of energetic gusto that only young teens could supply.

Tim remained content to sit quietly, for once not even joining in with the wrestling. He chatted with anyone who wanted to sit with him content to rest and wallow in the cheerful, optimistic atmosphere surrounding him.

He was still cheerful when he attended school the next day. By bad luck it happened to be Mr. Knowles class when a boy arrived with a message from the office.

"It seems Matheson that you are to turn your mobile on," Mr. Knowles said, "You are excused if it is confidential."

Tim glanced at the text looking puzzled.

"Hillcrest Holdings are building the new shopping mall, sir," Tim said, "A Mr. Jenkins wants to talk to me but I don't know who he is or why it's so important. Perhaps I should wait for the break."

"Can anyone help Matheson out?" Mr. Knowles asked, surprising Tim.

"Dad works at Hillcrest. He's mentioned a building inspector by that name."

"You are excused to make that call," Mr. Knowles said, "When you return I think we'd all be curious to know what you can tell us. For now the rest of us need to return the economic consequences of the industrial revolution."

When Tim returned he was thoughtful, sitting down without even acknowledging the teacher. He stayed thoughtful until he noticed everyone waiting for him.

"I'm sorry, sir," Tim said, "Something's cropped up and I don't know how to deal with it."

"Anything relevant to an economic history class?" Mr. Knowles asked.

"I don't know but it might be relevant to some of the families here."

"Everyone, put your books away. I don't expect you to concentrate if there's a real problem confronting one of you."

"According to Mr. Jenkins there's rumours that the project's going bust. There's a lot of talk of suppliers not being paid and new, cheaper suppliers being used. He's concerned because it seems that the new supplies are below spec. He's tried mentioning it but something might happen to his kids if he pushes it.

He's also heard that I might be getting involved and reckons that I might be able to do something about it. I don't know. There's stuff that I can't tell you because it's confidential. What I have told you is gossip all over the site."

"Yeah, Dad's mentioned it," the boy who had spoken earlier said.

"OK I am considering investing," Tim said, "I can put in enough to keep things going for a time but that's all. We'd have to use that time to raise more capital. The problem is, if too much of the project has to be rebuilt then it's going to be uneconomic. All I can do is choose whether it goes bust now or in a few weeks time."

"And my dad will be out of a job," the boy said.

"And mine," another added.

"Do you have the expertise to deal with it?" Mr. Knowles asked.

Tim shook his head.

"Very well. I'm not sure if we can help Matheson but we can try. If any pupil can supply information that may help Matheson then he is to put it in the form of an essay replacing his given assignment. I will not expect the same standards of presentation and composition because it is to be handed to me at start of school tomorrow.

"For now I suggest we continue with the lesson and allow Matheson problems he does know how to handle."

As the class filed out Mr. Knowles called Tim over.

"There're other rumours about corruption and extortion," Mr. Knowles said, "And yet more rumours about you trying to stop it. Despite our bad start I support you. I don't suppose those essays will be of much help but they'll be a gesture of support. Good luck."

If Tim was surprised by Mr. Knowles reaction he was amazed by the response to the homework task. Most of the class knew someone on the project and all were worried about their jobs. All responded to a chance, no matter how fragile to keeping the project going.

"I'm grading the papers as fast as I can and then I'll pass them onto Matheson," Mr Knowles said, "Some provide considerable amounts of detailed information. The consensus is that the project started off fine but there was a shift in management after which there was a constant programme of cutting back. The facts and figures supplied confirm this.

"There are also the names of managers and staff who complained and were fired. Matheson do you have any comments."

"Not at this stage, sir, except thank you. I think if anything can be turned into evidence then it might be more useful than you realise."

Tim might have said more but just at that moment the door burst open and two men burst in. Tim was as stunned as the rest of the class but he recognised the larger of the two men as some sort of minder.

"You've got papers belonging to Hillcrest Holdings. I've got a court order. Hand them over," the smaller man rapped out.

Mr. Knowles looked scared as did some of the boys. Tim stood up.

"I'm Tim Matheson. If anyone is likely to have Hillcrest papers then it's me. Since I'm waiting on copies of the accounts I don't have many so which papers do you want?"

"The ones that this bunch of interfering scum have written."

"If they've written them then don't belong to Hillcrest Holdings."

"Listen you little piece of shit, you keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you. I want the papers they wrote for you."

"Mr. Knowles, can the class get their mobiles out and use their cameras, please?"

Even before Mr. Knowles nodded Al and Tim's closest friends were aiming their phones. The rest of the class followed suit.

"You haven't introduced yourself so I don't know who you are," Tim said, "However yesterday in this class we were talking about rumour and gossip. Any assignments were based on that. They're definitely not Hillcrest property."

The man lunged forward to attack Tim. The larger man grabbed him pointing to the cameras.

"I don't give a fuck," the smaller man screamed, "That fucking shit isn't going to make a fool out of me. I want those papers."

"I tell you what," Tim said calmly, "Fetch the accounts I'm waiting for. If they marry up to the papers you want then I'll accept that they're Hillcrest property. If they don't marry up then they're just a class assignment and you don't need them. Mind you if they do marry up then I'm beginning to believe that I'll have to call the police because of what they show."

"Listen you little prick, you mess with me and you'll regret it," the man yelled.

"Why, who are you?" Tim calmly and quietly.

Taking a deep breath as he struggled to control his temper he answered, "George Henwick. Now hand those papers over and forget that you've seen them if you know what's good for you."

"I can't do that. Tim said brightly.

"I'm warning you keep your nose out of our affairs and give me those papers."

"I told you I can't do that," Tim said, "I don't have the the papers so I can't give them to you and I can't forget what's in them because I've never read them. By the way, my phone's got a GPS tracker and a panic button. Do you hear those police sirens, they could be coming here."

The headmaster had arrived and was watching intently. He stepped forward in an attempt to usher Henwick out of the classroom.

As he did so George Henwick slid his hand inside his jacket. It was Mr. Knowles who reacted first. He lunged forward knocking Henwick to the ground. As his henchman stepped forward so the headmaster moved blocking his path. The henchman hesitated, looked in the the direction of the sirens, turned on his heels and left the room.

The headmaster bent down and picked up a gun by the barrel.

He glanced down at the teacher.

"Economic History seems far more exciting than I remember it, Mr. Knowles," he said as two policemen burst into the classroom.

It was not much of a joke but it released the tension. The whole class roared with laughter as Mr. Henwick was identified, handcuffed and led away.

The headmaster waited quietly as the class laughter gave way to excited chatter. Tim glanced around. Only John seemed quiet and uninvolved. Thanks to Mr. Knowles no one had been in real danger and no one seemed to be bottling up their feelings so letting them talk it out seemed like good therapy.

As the end of the lesson approached, the headmaster called for order.

"Matheson, I'd be interested in an essay on your typical day but for now an explanation of what's happening would be appreciated."

Tim obliged, describing events over the last two days seeing no reason to hide anything that had happened since moving to his Grandfather. He was interrupted by the school bell and was told to ignore it, the headmaster sending instructions to rearrange the lessons.

"So how did this Mr. Henwick learn of this assignment so quickly?" the headmaster asked when Tim finished.

Tim looked pointedly at John who cringed and seemed to shrink into his chair.

"I don't know but I can guess."

"Mr. Knowles, you say that these papers just contain gossip and employees observations? Why would they cause so much trouble?"

Tim thought for a moment.

"I'd like someone to examine them to be sure but I'm wondering whether it's because I crossed him once too often and he snapped. Mr. Knowles, you've got the court order, was it signed by Judge Dalton?"

Mr. Knowles studied the document and nodded.

"You saw him," Tim continued, "He's psycho. I think his partners are scared of him otherwise I don't think he'd have got that order signed. Judge Dalton couldn't have known what it was for because it was meaningless.

"The way I understood it they were trying to buy into Hillcrest. Together they made a substantial investment but they were not the majority. I'm guessing that they borrowed more money to buy further in to become the controlling interest. The other big players didn't like their methods and began to pull out. Add a bit of fraud to cover the hole in the finances and the skimming as they switched to cheaper suppliers and the whole project is in danger of collapsing.

"The pressure's proving too much for Henwick and he snapped. He was in control enough to get the order but he could have just come in, all guns blazing."

"Hillcrest is a major employer. A lot of students would be affected if it closed. Do you know what will happen?"

Tim shook his head, "No, the most I could put in is about five million and I could lose everything if it failed. The other thing I could do is, assemble my own consortium and attract back some of the original backers. I'd put in a million which would give me a stake but I'd only have one per cent of the vote.

"Would that be enough?" the headmaster asked.

"My accountants seem to think that I've got a reputation for rooting out fraud. It would be my name and their package. It could work."

"There seems to be a but," the headmaster said gently.

"I came back to school because I want to study engineering. All this fucking shit's going to get in the way of my exams."

"I understand the pressures that you are under. Since you demonstrated your acceptance of school discipline on a previous occasion I'll Ignore the inappropriate language this once. You're all too upset to continue with school work for the moment, so let's consider your options. What would you need to stay on at school and rescue this project?"

Tim considered his answer. The headmaster was in no hurry, satisfied that his plan was working. The class was quiet, considering the broader picture that Tim had presented. They were fascinated by the story, waiting to see how it would develop. They might even be able to resume normal lessons. A world hard enough to enslave children did not think too deeply about their feelings so a school that could cope with a major incident, settle down and continue would be looked upon favourably.

Actively helping rescue a major project would also look good and would help with its own fund raising. All in all, a little flexibility in dealing with Tim would be good for his career. It helped that he was glad to be helping Tim who he admired.

"Time off for meetings and the like, a phone that can receive texts and permission to respond if they're urgent enough."

The headmaster nodded, "That might be possible. Anything else?"

"I should get onto my accountants as soon as possible. I need to speak to a policeman I know and I need to find a shareholder who would be willing to help."

"A shareholder, why?" the headmaster asked.

"I never got around to investing so I can't do anything," Tim explained, "A shareholder could demand an investigation or even take their suspicions to the police."

"I bought a few shares," the headmaster said, "I've only got a hundred or so would that do?"

"OK so where do I stand now, sir?" Tim asked, "Am I a student disrupting lessons or am I going for this project?"

"Go for the project, Matheson."

"Al phone Daniel. I need a car in fifteen minutes. Nigel look out for the kids and see that they get home. They'll be wondering what's going on. Mr. Knowles I'd like the papers to take with me. Mr. Cardew and I can read them on the way. Steve phone home please. Ryan should answer. Get Mr. Fisher and Constable Adams numbers. Ask Mr. Fisher to arrange a conference room and ask Constable Adams to meet us there."

Tim picked up his own phone and phoned his lawyers.

"Hello Tim," Mr. Higgins said, "More trouble with your boys?"

"No, not this time, how do you fancy prosecuting corporate fraud, corruption and extortion?"

"I can't prosecute unless I'm hired by the Prosecution Service," Mr. Higgins said, "I can certainly advise and instigate proceedings.

~~~~

Mentally Mr. Cardew was reeling when he returned to school. Trying to clear his head he prowled around the classrooms. Amazingly everything was normal. Some classes had been unaware that anything had happened until the gossip flashed around during the breaks but now even Tim's class were hard at work.

Only Tim was missing and he was at the centre of discussions on how to save the projects. Some matters were a surprise and a shock to Mr. Cardew, some even shocked Tim.

One incident was the attempt to frame Tim and even Tim seemed upset when it transpired that the youngest Henwick brother would have been used to entrap him.

"George Henwick used his own son?" Tim gasped, "He's only nine isn't he?"

"Oh yes," Constable Adams said, "Zoe's busy saving her own skin and telling all. On its own it's not evidence but when she talks about sleeping with her older brother and her father, not to mention her father's business associates it's not so surprising about her younger brother.

"Zoe was willing, and, most importantly, George taught her about aspects of his business empire. If she stumbled across any documents or overheard something she would know what it was about. The older brother was a willing partner, even making up a threesome at times. He's about twenty and a big guy. He took over a cellar and every so often someone would be taken down there.

"The details are secret while the investigation continues but you can use your imagination. Suffice it to say we're also conducting murder investigations."

"What about the mother?" Tim asked.

"Zoe calls her a cheap lush. I don't think she could stomach being a Henwick and started drinking too much. With George arrested we can question him about a few matters and what with the data in these homework assignments and Zoe's information we've got enough to subpoena his books. We've also arrested the older brother and are questioning him."

Over the course of the next few days, Mr. Cardew noticed some changes around the school. Mr. Knowles was suddenly the most popular teacher in the school. He had already resigned from the Slavery As Deterrence League after his first encounter with Tim. He accepted that he had been carried away by their ideas and that they were affecting his teaching. Now he was known as the teacher who had defended his class from a crazed gunman. He was relishing the sudden awe and respect in which he was held and was grateful enough to Tim to adopt his more relaxed attitudes to slaves and his students in general.

Somehow Tim managed to remain a model student. Mr. Cardew gave instructions that all matters of discipline concerning Tim should be referred to him. Late assignments were the biggest problem but other members of staff also had small investments in Hillcrest. There was nothing tangible or spoken but Mr. Cardew almost sensed a conspiracy between staff and students to see that Tim succeeded.

For the second time within a year, Tim had exposed a major scandal. He was seen to be clear of any links to the corruption and if not a major player, he could be a significant one in the recovery. Tim might not understand the intricacies of running a consortium but he was sharp enough to understand what was needed.

Mr. Knowles' had only ever thought of his homework assignment as a gesture of support for Tim. However in a project so beset by corruption it became a symbol of transparency that helped root out problems at all levels that had been ignored before.

One of Tim's contributions was with Dan Garrick and Judge Dalton.

"I don't like either of you," he said, "But I'm more interested in saving the project. Given George Henwick's behaviour, I can accept that you were intimidated into going along with his schemes and you're delighted to be be free of Henwick so that you can return all the money you've raked off as well as returning the loans you've fraudulently raised without being scared of any repercussions to your family. In return my accountants will speak to the banks and the original investors.

"You'll both be broke but you won't face court and enslavement though I think you're restricted to hard labour at your age."

"Supposing we withdraw our original investments as well," Dan asked.

"Will you survive the resulting publicity?" Tim asked, "As details of George Henwick's arrest becomes public you might get some sympathy if you take the approach I suggested. You knew about the attempts to frame me and my brother. I'd happily see you on a labour gang just for that. Before you say anything more, you'd better work out how far you can push me."

"If I said that there was an element of truth in your story I don't suppose that you'd believe me," Judge Dalton said quietly.

"Oh, I'd believe you but would you have accepted it as a defence when you were on the bench?"

"Were on the bench?" Judge Dalton asked.

"I'm confining myself to the Hillcrest project but I've heard rumours. If you take early retirement you might avoid embarrassment on that front as well," Tim said, "Like I say, I've heard rumours and I'm passing them on because it might avoid more bad publicity for Hillcrest."

"Friends of mine have dropped hints while others in high quarters are avoiding me," Judge Dalton said, "You've simply been more blunt. I've always believed that the slavery option should be something to be feared, visible and final. A few unfair enslavements are better than diluting it and providing cop outs. I regret being pressured by George Henwick in some of my judgements and as you say, I would not consider it a defence in my court. I will submit my resignation before the end of the day."

"You're not hounding me," Dan Garrick exclaimed angrily, "I'll think about what you've said."

"Fair enough," Tim replied, "By the way Bertram and Xavier are settling down. They've both found masters that they can bond with."

"So?" Dan sneered.

"I just thought you'd be glad to hear that they're OK."

"I've got two daughters and a son to worry about. Those two made their choices, they can get on with it."

With that he he got up and strode away.

"My children are grown up and married," Judge Dalton said, "If my grandchildren ever got into trouble, I think I'd forget my principles and ask you for help. I mean unconditionally to help them."

"It would be hypocritical to ask a fellow judge to go easy on them but you'd be there for them through their ordeal," Tim said, "I see nothing hypocritical in that."

"Thank you. Sitting here, I'm wondering how I was so stupid as to get involved with Henwick's schemes but that's hindsight. I must go. You'll have my full support."

Tim's meetings with banks were tougher but more cordial.

"You're rushing this and improvising a new business plan from the old one," one said, "We don't invest in harebrained schemes."

"No you lend to people like George Henwick and let them do the investing," Tim retorted, "Christmas is coming and I don't want anyone laid off at this time of year. The basic plan was formulated before Henwick and his gang wrecked it. Most of the building is up to specification.

"Subject to the checks that are going on the profits will be greatly reduced but there will be a profit. Pull out and it'll go bankrupt. It'll be sold at a greatly reduced price. You'll make a loss and the new owners will make the profit."

Forgive me," the man from the bank said, "But you're young, inexperienced and you rely on your accountants for even the most basic of explanations You're not not what I'd consider to be a good choice to lead a consortium like this."

"Neither do I," Tim said, "Mr Cardew intends using the proxy vote that he's acquiring to call an extraordinary general meeting, install a new board of directors recommended by professional advisers. It'll be clear that I'll be keeping an eye on things but I'll leave them to it. I'm taking school exams so that I can get to university. I want to study engineering but I may consider business studies. Either way I won't have time to actively take part in the day to day running."

"So you do understand your limitations," the banker said, "Though let's be clear, it's Mr. Cardew who's acquiring the proxy vote. You haven't put any money in yet."

"No, I haven't," Tim confirmed.

"I think that I can agree to my bank's continued involvement providing you put in at least three million. I've checked your status and you can afford it. You take over the proxy vote and become chairman of the board."

He raised his hand as Tim tried to protest and continued, "I know. You're not qualified but you understand your limitations and emphasise taking advice. You understand what's needed and you get things done. You'll have our support for the EGM.

"I have to say though, that should you succeed we'll show our gratitude by sacking you and electing a more conventional manager to move the project on. It sounds harsh but it's the business world."

"In other words I'm a trouble shooter. If I fail you can still sell up so you've nothing to lose and everything to gain."

"I afraid so."

"Fair enough," Tim said, "We're agreed that I don't have skills for running the thing and I'll have three million reasons for wanting it to succeed."

The man from the bank held out his hand, "We have a deal."

Chapter 13

Tim announced that he would complete his homework Friday evening and that he was not to be disturbed by either school or business until the following Monday.

On the Saturday he and Davie might have enjoyed a long lie in if Ryan had not been close to tears when he brought in their morning coffee. As he turned to go Tim could see that the boy's arse was red raw.

"I phoned Toby, Master," Ryan explained, "Mr. Frank said I should be making your breakfast, grabbed the phone, hung up then beat me for insolence when I said I was only inviting him over tomorrow."

"OK," Tim said, "I've said you can ask him. Phone him back on that phone."

"Stay here and let Davie look after you," Tim said after Ryan had hung up. He was already up and dressing.

He found Frank in the stable about to lay into Jimmy with a belt. Richie was rubbing his arse and crying freely.

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

"Morning Timmy boy," Frank said cheerfully, "it's about time you started treating these boys properly and I'm making a start. You can go back inside and get that fuck toy of yours up and working."

"Put the belt down," Tim said quietly, "Go wait for me in the library."

"No way. These two lazy wastes of space were still in bed."

"Frank, library now," Tim snapped.

"You'd better watch your mouth as well," Frank exclaimed angrily, "It's time you remembered that you're my little brother."

Tim acted, suddenly Frank was face down on the ground with his arm being forced up his back. Frank may have been older, bigger and more muscled but Tim was also fit, had learnt well from Andy and was used to taking the initiative. By comparison Frank was a lumbering ox.

At a command from Tim, Jimmy fetched a pair of handcuffs, helping Tim to secure Frank.

"What the hell's got into you?" Tim asked as they stood up.

"You're going to make all this money for the family," Frank said, "I'll run this place for you but there's going to be some changes."

"This is Granddad's place," Tim said, "He likes the way it is now. Now what's got into you?"

"I was talking to Zane last night. He reminded me that I'm the older brother, I shouldn't be playing second fiddle to you."

"That deadbeat," Tim snorted, "Why the fuck do you hang around with him?"

"Because he doesn't take shit from anyone. I shouldn't have let you enslave me and I'm sick of all these poofters running around. Things are going to change and you're in trouble. Get these cuffs off me, NOW."

"Jimmy fetch some leg irons with a short chain, then cinch a belt round his arms, just above his elbows, make sure it's tight. If he makes a noise, gag him."

Confused and upset by Frank's behaviour, Tim headed for the house only to be met by a worried Ty asking him to go down to the dungeon. There he found Bertie tied spread-eagled, with a black eye and covered in welts and bruises.

Bertie burst into tears at the sight of Tim.

"I'm sorry Master," he sobbed, "I tried to be a good servant but I panicked when he said he was going to have me castrated and turned into a woman."

"OK Bertie," Tim said quietly, "It's not going to happen. I know you've tried, so you're not in trouble with me. That's what counts here."

Bertie opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated.

"Go on," Tim said, "You won't be in trouble if it's the truth."

"Master Frank says that he's taking over and getting rid of the boy whores. He wants a place where he's not ashamed to bring his friends."

"Fetch Joe," Tim yelled as he released Bertie, holding him until Joe arrived.

"I want you to be Bertie's nurse," Tim ordered, "Put him in a sleeping bag for now and see that he rests. You can make him feel good as well when he's ready. What now?"

Tim did not notice Joe's delighted grin at being ordered to laze around and have sex with a near adult. He was hurrying for the front door.

Charles was standing there talking to a young man of about twenty who was picking his fingernails with an ugly looking knife. He looked relieved when Tim arrived followed closely by Ty.

"Just let me in, old man," the youth was saying, "Frank and me are running this place now."

"Frank's in chains in the stable," Tim said quietly, "Do you want to join him?"

Suddenly the knife was pointing towards Tim's stomach, pointing menacingly upwards to slip under his ribs.

Just as suddenly Ty was standing in front of Tim while Andy lunged forward to grab the youth's arm. Charles moved just as quickly. By the time the youth realised what was happening, he found himself in a half-nelson with his arm being forced up his back listening to Charles calling the police. The age difference should have enabled him to struggle free but he was startled by the unexpected turn of events and just relaxed.

"Is your name, Zane?" Tim asked.

The youth meekly nodded.

"Frank is leaving today," Tim said, "Will you hang on and drive him home or do you have another appointment?"

Tim's politeness was unnerving and he had an excuse to retreat without losing face. Rather than deal with the united front, the approaching police and Tim's quiet control of the situation, he replied, "I was going to do my brake shoes today but Frank said it was urgent. I do need to change them though."

"Fair enough, you're welcome to a break before you go. Would like a coffee or something?"

With the knife out of reach, Ty and Andy waiting, ready for any trouble, Zane was defenceless and he knew it. Rather than wind each other up to psyche themselves for a fight Tim was actually calming the situation down. He had the sense to realise that if he tried to stir things up he'd be at a disadvantage.

"No thanks," he replied, "I should go."

Ty politely opened the car door for him as he got in and drove off. Charles took Tim to his office, sat him down and ordered a coffee for them both before phoning the police again to call them off.

"So much for your quiet weekend," he said as Andy served them.

"What's got into Frank?" Tim asked, thoroughly upset.

"It's what he's got out of his system more like," Charles said, "I've always thought that he was too much like Claude and I think we can assume that he's now over his enslavement."

He might have said more but a police car arrived just to check that all was well. Apologising profusely for wasting their time he explained that he had been worried about Zane's aggressive manner but they had conducted their business amicably and Zane had left.

Returning to his office, he saw that Tim still looked puzzled.

"Claude and Frank are natural bullies," Charles explained, "Get on top of them, they understand the pecking order and accept it. You've been helping Frank to re-establish himself and for him that means on top. You've been busy and it's understandable that you want to help your brother but Frank's been getting steadily more aggressive. I've seen bruises on Bertie before today.

"I could be wrong but I think it's got a lot to do with his body hair. Bullies rely on front as much as anything so being shaved smooth took away his manhood more than you might think. It fits in with him always having a day or two days growth of beard. Now that he's almost back to normal he can start to re-establish himself in the pack. He wasn't interested in taking us on, he wanted to impress this Zane guy."

"I hadn't noticed anything," Tim said, "I should have been on top of things."

"Don't knock yourself out," Charles replied, "Andy and I have kept an eye on him. We were going to have a word but you're looking tired and you wanted this weekend off. I'm sorry."

Tim shrugged, "Frank can clear off home. Mum and Dad can sort out the mess he makes there when they get back."

"Is it safe?" Charles asked.

"It's his problem," Tim said bluntly, "But it's safe enough for Wilbur to go as well when he's ready."

"Ah, it's something he's mentioned to me," Charles said, "He'd like to keep Xavie. His mother's ill and Xavie can help around the house. Mr. Fisher's offered him a job. It's only as office boy but he's willing to train the boy up. I think Mr. Fisher sees it as thanks for exposing the Henwick's."

"I'd have to rent him for a couple of years because of his age. I'll make it a penny a year or something ridiculous and Xavie can revert to him when he's old enough."

"I find people are far more complicated than you realise," Charles said, "I'm sure that a part of Xavie was trying to impress his dad. You know, trying to be as ruthless as he was. He's not said anything but every time the phone's rung he's looked at it hopefully. Boys that age can't hide their disappointment very easily either."

"So he's likely to run away back home," Tim said.

"No just the opposite. Wilbur's kind and gentle and Xavie's lapping it up. I think he wanted to be loved, noticed or something like that and Wilbur's supplying that want."

"That's not the way I see him," Tim exclaimed.

"Don't get me wrong. He did manipulate and blackmail his older brother and he'd do it again but it was still imitating his father, the guy who he wanted attention from."

"So what about Bertie?" Tim asked.

"You hear people into BDSM talk about tops and subs. I'd say he was a natural sub with a penchant for young masters."

"I've got Joe looking him after at the moment. He should be in heaven," Tim laughed.

"I doubt it. Joe just wants cock," Charles countered seriously, "Try putting Ryan in charge and tell him that Bertie's his reward for the way he keeps house. If he were free I think Ryan would have grown up to be a top."

Tim nodded, "I don't see why not. He handles Joe OK. Let's see what happens."

Tim was far more relaxed as he headed back to the stable with Charles. Ty and Andy followed them.

"OK Frank, "Tim said, "You've overstayed your welcome. You can go home. Zane sends his apologies but he couldn't wait while you pack. The rickshaw can take you to the station. If you try to give the team any orders or you try anything at all it will come straight back here. We'll dump your stuff into the road and you can walk.

"Richie under no circumstances will you obey Frank or speak to him. I'll type up those instructions to show anyone who thinks you're being insolent."

"Yes Master," Richie replied.

"I'm sorry, Tim," Frank whined, "You've got to admit, this place could do with some discipline."

"Not your sort, it doesn't," Tim retorted, "I'll pay for your lorry driving course but that's it. Stay away from here.

"Jimmy go and see if Ryan's well enough to help you pack Frank's stuff."

There was a look of defeat in Frank's eyes. He could not understand how a soft hearted fool like Tim could get the better of him. Neither could he understand why the slaves did not take advantage of him but instead rallied round to support Tim. Frank had so called friends but he could not trust them the way Tim trusted his slaves.

"You can stayed cuffed until you leave," Tim said, "Good bye."

Tim was upset as he headed back to the house. He had hoped that he and Frank could become friends but Frank was obviously unhappy with the calm, quiet atmosphere that he and Charles wanted.

Davie was waiting for him.

"Ryan's OK," he said, "He was more worried about your breakfast than his arse. Are you all right.

Tim nodded, "Go and get dressed. We'll go some place where no one knows us and just be ourselves."

"No, people won't understand that I belong to you," Davie said, "I'll wear something though. I bought it a while back but there never seemed to be a point to wearing it."

Davie ran off hurrying back a little later handing Tim a key. Tim just stared at the collar around Davie's neck. It was metal, about three inches high and about an inch thick. Engraved on either side of the lock opposite each other was the inscription, 'Property Of Tim Matheson'.

"That looks heavy," Tim said, "You won't be able to wear it for long."

"It's hollow," Davie grinned, "I wanted to make a statement, not break my neck."

Tim grabbed Davie and hugged him.

"I love you," Tim whispered softly, "I want the world to see that."

"You can't, at least not yet. The world will see all sorts of horrible things, child molester, cradle snatcher and anything else nasty. They'll be happy if they see a kind, gentle master and an obedient, contented slave. When I'm older, it'll be OK."

"And of course I'm showing off your hot little body," Tim teased, "I can make everyone else jealous that I own you."

"Yes you can," Davie replied seriously, "And I can be proud that an important man like you chooses me."

"I'm not important," Tim said.

"Ask anyone you've saved," Davie said, "Everyone knows that you're trying to make things better. That makes you important."

"I'm taking my driving test in a couple of weeks," Tim said, "I think it's time to buy my own car. Go and see if Daniel's doing anything today."

"I'd like a Ferrari or a Porsche," Tim said when Davie returned with Daniel, "But I need to be practical. I'm ordering some new business suits and sometimes I'll need to be chauffeured. There's a five year old Bentley I've been looking at. How about we check that out first?"

"A Bentley for a first car!" Daniel exclaimed, "Why not go the whole hog and buy a new one?"

"No," Tim said, "I want something a bit sportier when I buy new. I turned up to the first meeting with the banks in my school uniform. I felt stupid. I'll feel better if I look the part and not a school kid play acting.

"So have you bought your suits yet?"

"Funny you should say that," Tim grinned, "Since Davie wants to be an obedient slave maybe I can go shopping. How about you?"

"What about me?" Daniel asked.

"We talked about me paying your boss a retainer so that I can hire you when I need it. I reckon that you need a suit as well to go with the car."

"I could do with a suit but I can't afford one just now."

"Don't worry about it," Tim said, "I wanted to spend the day with Davie but Frank spoiled that. Instead I'm going to be a spoiled rich kid not caring about money. Last chance Davie, do you want to get dressed and join us?"

"No Master Tim. Spoiled rich kids should be attended by their slave. Don't you agree Master Daniel?"

Daniel understood more about Tim feeling uncomfortable at being badly dressed at the car showroom. They were surrounded by some of the most expensive cars ever made with other customers dressed in obviously expensive suits. They both wore jeans and while Daniel wore a button up shirt, Tim made do with a t-shirt.

There was no friendly greeting as a salesman approached.

"Can I help you?" he asked icily.

"Yes," Tim replied, "I've been speaking with a Mr. Richardson about a vehicle displayed on your web site. I'm Tim Matheson."

"Are you sure?" the salesman said, "Mr. Richardson is our senior sales manager. I'm not sure if we have anything in your price range."

"That's what Mr. Richardson said. I'm only after a cheap runabout today but he said he'd try to get something in when I'm ready to upgrade."

"I suggest you leave," the salesman said, "We'll call the police if you cause trouble."

"I suggest you call Mr. Richardson," Tim said firmly, "Tell him that Mr. Matheson is still interested in the Bentley providing you don't drive me to another showroom."

Davie watched, proud of his man as the salesman became less certain and hurried off. He returned moments later with an older distinguished looking gentleman who looked uncertainly between Tim and Daniel. He made up his mind and offered his hand to Tim.

"I hope Miles wasn't too rude," Mr. Richardson said, "He doesn't understand that not all our customers are middle aged businessmen rushing between meetings."

Tim smiled, "No, I'm just a kid who wants to look like a businessman when I need to."

"You're hardly a kid. Forgive me but I did some checks after you first phoned me but that's standard practice. However I have also phoned around and I don't think that there'll be any problem with your later purchases. If you'd like to come with me I'll show you the vehicle that you've come for today."

"Daniel, would you deal with it, please. I think I'd be impressed if you showed me an upholstered roller skate. I really don't want to make any decisions today."

"Perhaps you'd care to wait in my office. Your boy can serve you a coffee while I deal with your chauffeur."

"Daniel's a friend," Tim said, "He's supposed to be having a day out with me. I'm sorry but I do feel tired."

"Are you all right, Master?" Davie asked sounding worried, "Do you need a doctor?"

"Just tired," Tim said, "I've got school work and I'm trying to understand all this business stuff. I know it's stupid but I panicked at the thought of making a decision about a car."

"Master Daniel, Mr. Richardson will you deal with the car please," Davie said, "Master, I'll take you through to the office. I don't think you should have a coffee but I'll see if there's a soft drink or something."

Before anyone could react, Davie was guiding Tim away leaving the other two to watch.

"Strange slave," Mr. Richardson murmured.

"Young Davie took voluntary enslavement to live with Tim," Daniel explained, "They love each other and Davie behaves like a slave to avoid embarrassing Tim in public."

"I saw something about it on the Internet. It's impressive and I apologise for calling you an employee."

"Don't worry. When I first met him I was scared that if I upset him he'd phone my boss and have me fired. He's not like that though. I'm not sure if he wants me as a friend or a chauffeur today but you know what, I'll just follow Davie's lead."

Mr. Richardson smiled, "Shall we take a look at the car?"

When they returned to the office Davie was cuddled up on Tim's lap. Tim was fast asleep holding Davie tightly while Davie looked up as Mr. Richardson returned uncertain what to do.

"Don't worry," Mr. Richardson said making a decision, "I'll just prepare the paperwork ready to sign and we'll take it from there."

Tim was stirring, responding to movement around him. Once Tim had taken in events, he delivered a slap to Davie's rump, ordering to him to serve his betters. There was no real anger in his voice, the slap was noisy rather than painful and they were grinning conspiratorially at each other.

"How's it going, Daniel?" Tim asked.

"The car's fine and the service history is up to date. They'll deliver it ready for when you've passed your test."

"How about having your car delivered and you drive the new one? Tim turned to the salesman, "Can we do that?"

"Yes of course," Mr. Richardson replied.

"OK with you Daniel?"

"Sure why not, I'll use it as a runabout while I strip mine down and sort that oil leak," Daniel retorted, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Good idea," Tim said cheerfully, "Morgan's into cars and I think Bertie is as well. They'll help."

"You're ill," Daniel said, "You're not thinking straight."

"Frank really upset me and I'm tired. I think I realised just how tired after I spoke to Miles. If you're willing to drive me around a bit then get used to the Bentley. In exchange feel free to use it while yours is off the road. Am I obsessing because I want to look right for those meetings?"

"No, Mr. Matheson, you're not," Mr. Richardson said, "And if I might suggest. You and your driver need to dress sharply. He need not look like a chauffeur if you choose to dine together but maybe his suit should go with a peaked cap for official business."

"Mr. Richardson is right, Masters," Davie said, "You'd both enjoy it."

Daniel was not sure why he was hesitating. His father was an honest, hard working man well read but with little formal education. He had struggled to bring up his family by working long hours in low skill, low wage jobs and thought in terms of them, the bosses, and us, the workers. Daniel had inherited his father's attitudes and so was confused that Tim an obvious boss accepted him, a worker as a friend. His father was less confused, warning Daniel that he was being taken for a fool.

Tim was aware of Daniel's uncertainties.

"No peaked cap," Tim said, "If people assume that he's not a friend helping out then let them but I don't want to encourage it."

Human nature being what it is, decided Daniel. It might be fun doing a little role play. In the back of his mind was a picture of Al as the boss and Daniel slowly stripping out of his uniform for him. Most importantly it was his choice.

"We'll do it right," he said, "You're going to your next meeting with a proper chauffeur driving and a slave holding your things. Ty does that sort of thing doesn't he?"

Tim managed to enjoy the rest of his weekend. Making do with smart but off the peg suits while waiting for their made to measure ones, they dined in an expensive restaurant. The manager took in the smart car, the obedient slave looking after his master, the neat haircuts that Davie had insisted upon and the expensive looking clothes. He looked again at the suits. They did not fit quite as snugly as they should but the cloth was obviously expensive. He shrugged, he would have to be careful as he selected a suitable table. Not the best but definitely not the worst.

Tim was aware of the difference in attitude. For two young men, they were quiet and well behaved which raised them further up the social scale. They avoided alcohol so they did not become louder and more rowdy, leaving the other diners in peace. Other slaves knelt beside their masters or mistresses but there was something about the young boy. He and the younger of the young men exchanged furtive grins. The manager could not think why but it seemed as if the slave was encouraging the citizen.

Finally his curiosity got the better of him and he approached the young men.

"I do apologise," he said, "We were expecting a large party that had booked ahead. Had I known that they would be delayed I would have found you a better table."

"This one's fine, thank you," Tim said, "And the food is delicious. I thought I noticed garlic and parsley but what else was in the garnish."

"Chef keeps some secrets," the manager smiled, "You have a discerning palette, Mr. er."

"Matheson," Tim filled in for him.

"Tim Matheson," the manager gasped, "My apologies, I should have recognised your picture. Would the slave be Davie?"

"You seem to know a lot about me," Tim said irritably.

"Again my apologies. I invested more heavily than I should have done in Hillcrest. If it goes bankrupt I'll lose my pension. I found the story of the gentleman who's trying to save it fascinating."

"Fair enough," Tim said, "I'm trying to get away from business today but you might do something for me."

"Yes of course. Whatever I can."

"Davie hasn't eaten since breakfast. You know that he's a voluntary slave so would it be possible for him to have a meal somewhere?"

"Yes Mr. Matheson," the Manager said, "If he could follow me."

"Go on Davie," Tim smiled, "You'll spoil things if you argue."

"Yes Master," Davie giggled, "It's not the worst order you've ever given me."

Other diners heard the exchange. Some discreetly smiled at the exchange not wanting to be accused of eavesdropping while others openly frowned, disapproving of the slaves disrespectful tone and not wanting their own slaves to get any ideas.

Later that night Davie described his experiences.

"They'd read about George Henwick's arrest," he said, "The papers say it'll make Hillcrest go bust. Then they talked about you trying to save it and how a lot of the staff have put savings into it. I had a table laid out in an alcove and I was treated just like you. I even had a glass of wine."

"Good for you," Charles said, "You deserve it for looking after Tim so well."

"I'm still tired though," Tim said, "You must think I'm a right woose."

"No we don't," Davie said, "Ryan, I want you and Bertie in our bedroom ready for us. Bertie's going to fuck Tim while I fuck Ryan. Tomorrow, Tim and I aren't getting up until gone midday."

"No one saw fit to argue with Davie. Bertie had a full, slightly larger than average adult cock. He would get in the mood by watching Ryan and Davie sixty-nine before Davie ploughed into Ryan. Watching his hot pre-teen body should stimulate Bertie nicely and Tim would get the benefit of Bertie's enthusiasm.

Afterwards Davie would sleep impaled on Tim's cock as always happy in the knowledge that Tim would be drained but content. Ryan would also sleep contentedly back in their sleeping bag downstairs, spooned into Bertie whose hand would be covering his cock and balls.

Davie felt Tim thrusting firmly into him about dawn but even as the seed was pumped into him, he was not certain whether Tim was awake. He was sure when he was woken from his own doze towards midday. They had separated and Tim was busily working his way back into his boy. Davie reacted by straddling Tim and guiding Tim himself. He relished in Tim's loving smile as he lowered himself and slowly rode his Master.

Some might boast of cumming three times in an hour but each time Tim's balls were drained so were his emotions drained as well so he relaxed and rested more than he had done in ages content in the knowledge that Davie was always near him.

The others had been unaware of the stress building up in Tim but on that Sunday they could see how much sharper and brighter he was. During the afternoon, Davie sent for Bertie and the three of them disappeared into their bedroom.

When they returned some time later Tim was positively cheerful while Bertie also seemed confident and relaxed. Those in the know stared at Davie. Knowing Bertie's interests everyone from Charles down wondered what had happened. It was some time later that any of them said anything and that was Davie.

Even then, he just grinned and said, "By the time I'd finished with him he'd have fucked a sheep if there'd been one around."

Tim was benefiting by the fuss so no one cared.

Ryan sorted the mail, opening the envelops and placing them by his masters' breakfast plates. It was the following morning, a Monday as Tim got ready for school that two letters from Judge Dalton brought him back to reality.

The first letter was from his home. It gave Tim power of attorney over his affairs with instructions to see that his wife was properly looked after. The second one came from the judges chambers. It was a copy of his letter of resignation. It included a list of his judgements which he considered unsafe.

There was about a dozen, among them Ty and Richie. Three of the cases cited pressure from George Henwick, one of them Ty's. Four of the cases referred to allowing his own prejudices to interfere with the legal system. In Richie's case he mentioned deliberately sitting on papers while agreeing that his specific objections had been dealt with. He simply did not like the idea of slaves thinking that they could be freed. Tim did not concern himself with the other cases because they were not relevant. Judge Dalton also referred to a number of other cases where he had accepted bribes to bring in not guilty verdicts.

Tim was not sure what it meant but decided to drop the letters off to his solicitors on his way to school and ignore them for now. He wondered about telling Ty and Richie but decided to wait until he understood the full implications.

The real shock came when he got a text during his first lesson.

"Fucking hell," he exclaimed.

"Matheson, you may be allowed certain privileges because of your work but that sort of language is not one of them. Come here at once."

It was a command to receive a punishment but Tim was not interested in school.

"Sorry I haven't time," he said, "Al, I need the car now."

Tim returned to the classroom as he packed his things.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "I cannot go into details but I received power of attorney from someone who's just committed suicide. It makes me a much bigger player in Hillcrest and it could mean two of my slaves being freed. Obviously, the police want to speak to me as soon as possible and the victim's wishes need to validated. I'm sorry about the language but I wasn't expecting anything like it. Al?"

Al was glancing between Tim and the teacher who nodded. As he left the school, he got a call asking him to visit Judge Travers in his chambers as soon as convenient.

Tim could distinguish the difference between an urgent but genuine invitation and a virtual summons so he was reassured as he entered the courts and was shown straight through.

"I've been handed all of Judge Dalton's cases," Judge Travers said as they sat down, "And yes, things are moving quickly because there's going to be one almighty scandal when the details become public. I'm waiting on files for a number of cases but as you know I'm already up to speed with your boy Richard Wiles and so far as I'm concerned Judge Dalton has confirmed that he can be released. So I can deal with it now. Here's the authority. You're his master so it's in your hands."

Judge Travers paused, "I've taken an interest in you and your boys. I agree that Ty Fisher should be released but that'll take a little time. I'll hear the case this Friday at 9.00am."

Tim stared at him, "Barring anything unexpected like a sudden confession from your boy it'll be a formality but it's got to be done properly. Ty's papers were already leading in that direction but tell your solicitor to file an application today. Judge Dalton's family isn't happy about a complete stranger having power of attorney. They had their lawyers filing injunctions at 8.00 am this morning. However his letter to the court is quite clear. He regards his sons as a couple of hyenas who scrap over every penny and his wife will agree with whoever is speaking at the time.

judge Travers paused thoughtfully, "He committed suicide yesterday morning. We can keep the news to a need to know basis for a few more hours but then it will become national property. He wrote a letter to me or rather his legal successor. He makes it clear that although you're a liberal idiot, you have guts and integrity and won't blacken his name for simple personal gain."

Judge Travers paused again obviously upset, "Judge Dalton was a friend of mine. In private he was an excellent companion. In public he was promoted well beyond his abilities. If you protect his family from themselves and the public then I'd be very grateful."

"I don't think that I have to say anything," Tim said, "I think the vote will make the accountant's lives easier and if someone like Mrs Arrowsmith deals with the other slaves then I'll try to help but I don't think I need to become involved directly."

It was Tim's turn to pause thoughtfully, "I only ever wanted to free Ty and Richie. All the other stuff is a by product. What I want to do more than anything is get back to school in time for maths. I'm really struggling with it this year."

~~~

Everyone was in the mood for a party the following weekend. Judge Dalton had also supplied details of fraud leading to other arrests including Dan Garrick. Ty had spent the Friday with his parents, self-consciously dressed in a suit that they bought for him. They arrived at Tim's on the Saturday with Ty dressed in shorts and t-shirt and he was peeling off the shirt almost as soon they were on the drive.

As soon as he could he was prowling around the grounds making sure everything was in order.

"According to Sam," Mr Fisher said, "Ty should be disorientated and unable to make the simplest decision and we should never visit here again. It would be too traumatic. Sam even brought around a friend of his to offer counselling."

Mr. Fisher grinned, "It's Sam and his friend who needs the counselling. First they tried to persuade Ty to keep some clothes on. I'd bought that suit on their advice but he took it off as soon he was home. He compromised with those shorts but only after I'd explained that his mother was embarrassed."

Tim laughed as Mr. Fisher continued, "Ty's now talking about becoming a lawyer. This counsellor guy tried to explain that it was only because he'd helped you and that you still dominated his thinking. Ty's reply was that Master Tim had only learnt a bit to help enslaved kids and that by becoming a qualified lawyer he and you could help more.

"This counsellor looked delighted when he pointed out that Ty needn't call you Master any more. I think Sam recognised the trap and tried to stop him but he was too late. Ty simply asked if he could call you what he liked. 'Of course', said the counsellor and Ty said 'OK, I choose to call him Master Tim.

"Mr. Fisher paused again, "One way Ty has changed is that he's so much more eloquent and I mentioned it to him. Ty said that Master Tim's slaves have to be and that thoroughly confused the counsellor because slaves are meant to be seen and not heard. Apparently Ty's idea is that with so much going on you get impatient and irritable if you have to drag the information out."

"Yeah, I suppose that's true," Tim said.

"This counsellor suggested I enrol Ty in school as soon as possible to settle him him into a normal life. We visited the school he recommended yesterday afternoon. The headmaster was expecting a frightened little rabbit and asked him if he felt ready for school. Ty shrugged, pointed out that the flower beds at the front of building were not being watered enough and needed weeding before reeling off the subjects he wanted to take.

"He only stopped when it occurred to him that as a free boy he could charge for doing the gardening. The headmaster said something about learning a little restraint and letting them decide what courses he was capable of to which Ty replied that he may as well remain a slave.

"We tried it Sam' way," Mr. Fisher concluded, "And it's not going to work which is a pity. I really wanted him to come home. We talked about him being a voluntary slave before, will you accept him."

"Hang onto him until I get the papers drawn up," Tim said, "It may just be a high from being cleared so completely."

Mr. Fisher shook his head, "His ideas about his future changed the moment he was freed. He'll be your gardener and slave until he's qualified but he's going to be a lawyer. His first step in that direction was to sort the papers he needed for the interview this morning. It only needs your signature now."

Tim shrugged, "I'll do it. With the publicity of the wrongful enslavements I've put in appeals for Ryan and Andy. They've both said that want to stay here. It's pointless considering Joe yet but he gets enough cock. If he was free he'd be out looking for it. I've got what I want though. All my boys have a chance of a decent life and I've got a useful stable of slaves."

The End