Chapter One

Twelve year old Kevin Kute was bored after school so he headed to his friend Jordan's house. Jordan was more like an annoying older brother, but Kevin had no one else to hang out with in the neighborhood. Jordan was a 16 year old boy and lived just across the street. He always acted like he didn't have time for Kevin. But maybe today would be different.

Jordan's mom let Kevin in, and he headed up to Jordan's room. "Hey Jordan," Kevin said, walking in.

"Whoah, hold on!" Jordan was turned around and had his hands in his lap. His hands moved a little then he turned back around. He looked embarrassed. "God, don't you ever knock?"

"Sorry Jordan, I will next time," Kevin said. Then he gave it some thought. "Wait, were you playing with your thing?"

"What? No." Jordan said.

"You were!" Kevin said. "You suck at lying."

"Shut up! At least I have something to play with. I bet you have a baby dick."

"Do not!" Kevin shouted.

"Do not what?" Andy said from the doorway.

The other two boys turned to look at the new arrival. Andy was Jordan's 16 year old best friend.

"Nothing," Jordan said. He was hoping Andy would just shut up and not embarrass him. For a high school boy like Jordan, nothing was worse than being embarrassed, especially over something sexual like masturbating.

"Jordan was playing with himself!"

Andy laughed. "Sounds about right."

"Oh, shut up, not you too." Jordan's face was going red. "Kevin, go home, we don't want to play with you."

"Oh, come on, guys," Kevin pleaded.

"No one wants to play with little twerps like you. I bet you want to play Minecraft or something."

"Yeah, or Princess Palace," said Andy.

"Ha, nice one."

"Fine, you guys suck." Kevin left the room, crying.

***

That night, Kevin was lying in bed in the dark, with only faint light from the streetlight outside to illuminate his room. Kevin normally slept in just his tight white underwear (it was all his mom bought him), so he slid them off and laid there naked, feeling his little dick.

Kevin felt self-conscious about it, and having Jordan make fun of him hadn't helped. Kevin only had a few little pubes.

He reached out and, with one hand on each side of his dick, started moving the skin up and down. Kevin was circumcised so there wasn't much skin to move. He rubbed up and down, covering the slit at the end, then uncovering it again. Pretty soon his cock was swelled up to 3.5 inches [9cm], his full length.

It felt good. Kevin picked up his speed, stroking faster and faster. He was mentally picturing what it would be like to have someone else jerking him off. He'd been masturbating for a only month, and he had only seen porn a few times (shown to him by his friend Dylan). But from what little Kevin had seen, he knew there were ways for other people to make your dick feel good, and he wanted to try all of them.

Kevin thought that it would be funny if that jerk Jordan had to do it for him. Well, at first it was funny, then Kevin realized that just thinking about having Jordan's hand on his 3.5 inch [9cm] dick was making it even harder.

His hips were thrusting up and down as he felt his orgasm building, and all of a sudden Kevin exploded with pleasure. A little cum shot out, which surprised Kevin because he'd never cum strong enough for it to shoot out before. I actually shot cum!

Of course, in the dark, Kevin couldn't see where it had gone. He looked around for it and ended up putting his hand on the gooey spot. Not sure what to do with it, he licked it. Eww! He wasn't a fan of the taste.

Kevin laid back and enjoyed his post-orgasm glow. He looked over at the window, where he could see the stars. He thought back to his fantasy of getting a handjob from Jordan. And he thought back to all the times Jordan made fun of him or refused to hang out with him. Jordan thought he was sooo much better than Kevin.

Kevin saw a shooting star and immediately said "I wish I could tell Jordan what to do."

Not that wishing on a star actually ever did anything, but hey, maybe this time it would.

***

Across the street, Jordan was using a tissue to clean up his own cum. He could shoot a big handful of the stuff. Of course, Jordan had been thinking of that hot cheerleader Stephanie. He was pretty sure he loved her, or at the very least, he'd love to stick his dick in her. Jordan was a popular guy, but Stephanie liked older guys. There's no way she'd ever have sex with a guy like him, or at least that's what he thought.

Jordan wished he'd had someone to look after him when he had been younger. All he'd had was his mom. His dad hadn't stuck around long enough to even hold his newborn son. Jordan's mom tried, but she was barely around because she was working two jobs for much of his childhood. Jordan always tried so hard to impress everyone.

Distracted as he was, Jordan didn't notice the subtle shifts in his room as Kevin's wish switched Kevin and Jordan into an alternate reality. But he'd start feeling its effects soon enough.

***

The next day around noon, Jordan was taking out the trash. He saw Kevin doing the same across the street. Kevin noticed Jordan and waved, then ran over. Jordan noticed Kevin seemed pretty cheerful that morning. Jordan didn't notice that the neighbor's house was now painted light blue instead of light green.

"Hey Kevin, what's up?" Jordan asked. He could be nice to Kevin sometimes.

"Nothing. Want to hang out in the back yard?"

"Sure."

The boys headed to the back yard and played with a soccer ball. Both boys played, although Jordan's age advantage put him way beyond Kevin's skill level.

Kevin ran to pick up the ball from the corner of the yard where it had rolled by accident. He noticed something silver laying in the grass.

"Hey, what's this?" Kevin asked.

Jordan walked over and took a look. "Um, I don't know. It looks like a dog collar."

There were two circles of silvery metal, one large and one smaller, connected by a long metal cable. Jordan picked up the larger piece. "Oh, it's on a hinge." He pushed the two ends together, but they didn't snap together.

"How can you use it for a dog if it won't snap together?" Kevin asked. Kevin picked up the smaller end. He had an idea. Kevin put the smaller halves around his wrist. They clicked together. "See Jordan, I was able to get the bracelet to snap together."

"Huh, I guess that's so the leash can't slip out of your hand. That way the dog won't get away. But I still can't make the collar snap together."

Even as he said it, Jordan was trying to push the ends of the bigger circle together. Jordan quickly turned and put it around Kevin's neck and held it closed there.

"Got you. Now you're my dog. I'll call you Kevvy."

Kevin laughed, then reached out and grabbed the collar from Jordan's hands. He couldn't make the ends snap together either. Seeing a chance for a little turnabout, he closed the collar around Jordan's neck. "And you're my dog Jordy!"

"Ha ha," Jordan said flatly.

Kevin let go of the collar, but the ends didn't fall away. It stayed closed around Jordan's neck.

"Oh, you actually got it to close."

"Ha, the collar likes you more, I guess you are the dog."

Kevin was laughing at Jordan standing there with a collar with an attached leash.

"Yeah, maybe," Jordan said.

Jordan was starting to feel a little silly, so he reached up to undo the collar. He felt all the way along the outside but couldn't find any kind of seam.

"Hey, how do you get this thing off?"

"I don't know," Kevin said.

He felt around the wrist bracelet and found a spot where he could unlatch it. The bracelet fell off.

"There's a little button thing you press. Here, let me look."

Jordan held still while Kevin looked.

"Hey, what's taking so long?" Jordan said, starting to get worried.

He wasn't a fan of confinement. When he was younger Jordan played with some toy handcuffs and one of them got jammed and wouldn't come off. His mom had to cut it off his wrist. Ever since then Jordan was afraid of any kind of restraints.

"I'm sorry Jordan, there's no seam."

"What do you mean no seam?" Jordan was getting mad at Kevin.

"I mean it's smooth all the way around! Even the leash is just smoothly attached, like it's all one piece of metal, or welded together. There's nowhere to pull it apart."

"You're fucking dumb!"

Jordan was beginning to panic now, and started walking to the house. When the leash was fully stretched out Jordan stopped walking. He wanted to move but just … couldn't. What the hell?

"Are you OK?" Kevin asked.

"I'm fine!" Jordan snapped.

He stepped back, then tried to go forward again, and once again couldn't move.

Kevin could be pretty smart sometimes. He noticed that the leash was stretched all the way out and made the connection. But he didn't say anything to Jordan because it would sound crazy. He walked over and picked up the bracelet end again and put it back on.

Jordan was suddenly able to start moving and walked towards the house. He didn't notice Kevin walking behind him wearing the bracelet, holding the leash.

Inside the house, Jordan's mom was knitting on the couch. She looked up when Jordan came in the room. She dropped the sweater she was knitting when she saw Jordan with the collar on.

"Mom, I can't get this thing off," he said.

"Where did you find that?" she asked, but she already knew it was too late to do anything.

"It was in the backyard, and we were playing around with it, and now it won't come off," Jordan said, whining.

"Well, let's go to the hospital, they can take it off," Jordan's mom said, but she knew it would do no good.

***

"You can't be serious. How can this be permanent?" Jordan asked the doctor.

He and his mom were sitting in a small room in the hospital. The doctor had sent Kevin off with a nurse almost immediately after walking in. Kevin had left the bracelet hanging from a coat hook. Jordan's mom had insisted on bringing Kevin along although he didn't know why.

"These collars are a remnant of ancient Roman magic. They can't be destroyed or taken off. I'm afraid you're stuck in it until you die."

"This is absurd."

"Now young man, be respectful."

"But … so what then?"

"Well, you're going to be spending more time with Kevin, um, Mr. Kute to you."

"Why?"

Mr. Kute?

"It's the law. If you're in an a'dam, you legally belong to the Leash Holder, the one who put the collar on you."

"I've never heard of anything like this!" Jordan was shouting now.

"I'm guessing you didn't pay much attention in school." The doctor gave Jordan a patronizing look, like explaining it to a small child. "I'm sure that's why you're in this collar. It only happens to people who deserve it."

"But it was just a coincidence!"

"There are no coincidences, at least not in the eyes of the law. If a person ends up collared, it's meant to be."

Jordan looked into the doctor's eyes, then at his mom, who was crying. "Mom, this can't be real. It's not, is it?"

"Oh honey," she said. "Yes, I'm sorry son. I want you to know, I love you even if you're a slave now."

"This is bullshit!" Jordan jumped up and kicked a chair away.

"Jordan, if you don't believe me, try taking the bracelet off that coat hook. You won't be able to no matter what you do. Someone needs to be wearing the bracelet or you can't go anywhere," the doctor told him.

"Fine, I'll prove you wrong." Jordan reached out for the bracelet. He touched it with his fingers, but couldn't close them around the bracelet. He decided to try to just push it off the hook, but he couldn't seem to apply any force.

"See what I mean?" the doctor asked.

Jordan headed for the door. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway, but as soon as the leash was fully stretched out, he couldn't move anymore. He sat down and tried to scoot across the floor, but that didn't work either. He simply couldn't move any farther. He wrapped his fingers around the leash and tried to pull it, but he couldn't do anything except just hold it there.

Jordan went and sat down in his chair again, defeated.

"Well now what?" he asked the doctor.

"Now, Kevin will be in charge of training you. You'll still go to school, but you will be considered to have no agency. If you get in trouble or do badly in school, Kevin will be held responsible and punished. He will then have to punish you if he wants to avoid any repeat bad behavior from you. But punishing you directly will from now on be his sole responsibility. Even your parents may not do so."

"I guess that doesn't sound so bad," Jordan said. It wasn't like little Kevin could hurt a sixteen year old like Jordan.

"Kevin will also be your legal guardian now, and you'll have to move in with him. He will need to sign any permission slips."

Greaaaat, Jordan thought.

"And as you can't go anywhere without him, you'll be sent back to 6th grade with Kevin," the doctor finished.

Jordan groaned.

"Now, now, this is going to be very hard on a young boy like Kevin. You have an obligation to do your best to take care of your new Master. Understand?"

"Sure, I guess," Jordan said sullenly.

"Doctor Smith is explaining things to Kevin as we speak, then Kevin will be sent back to collect you. Then there will be some paperwork for you to sign on the way out and you'll be on your way. Enjoy your new life buddy!"

"Fuck you," Jordan muttered under his breath.

***

Kevin entered the room a few minutes later.

"Jordan, did they tell you? You're going to be my slave now!"

That little fucker actually sounded excited!

"Yeah, I heard buddy. Put the bracelet on so we can go home and we can talk about it later."

"Fine." Kevin sounded grumpy now. What did he have to complain about? He wasn't the one wearing a collar.

Kevin picked the bracelet up from the hook on the wall and snapped it on.

At the front desk, Jordan and his mom (as his former guardian) literally signed Jordan's life away to Kevin. Kevin signed a form saying he was now responsible for Jordan's actions.

***

At home, Jordan and Kevin went and packed a suitcase of Jordan's clothes. On the way out of the house, Jordan's mom said goodbye.

"Mom, I don't want to go," Jordan whimpered. "I'm just a kid."

"I know sweetie, but you have to go now. You need to be a good boy for Kevin, OK?"

"Yes, Mom." Jordan hugged his mom, then caught up to Kevin, who was waiting impatiently at the edge of leash range.

***

Up in Kevin's room, Kevin got a sleeping bag out and put it on the floor for Jordan. "OK, you'll be sleeping here for now. We don't have another room available. Well you know that, you've been here."

"Awesome, like I really want to be sleeping on the floor. Can't we take turns or something?" Jordan asked.

"Fine, I guess," Kevin said in a tone implying it wasn't fine.

Jordan could tell Kevin was mad again. Well, that made two of them.

"So now what?" Jordan asked.

"Let's play video games I guess. Minecraft?" Kevin asked.

"I hate Minecraft," Jordan said flatly. "Let's play Call of Duty."

Kevin was clearly frustrated. His face was red. "Well I want to play Minecraft!"

"So, I want to play Call of Duty and I'm older," Jordan said.

Suddenly, Jordan felt something hit his butt, like a whip or something. He even heard a crack. "Oww!! What was that?!!"

"Um, nothing," said Kevin, turning away.

"Are you smiling?" Jordan asked indignantly.

"Sorry, but you should have seen your face! One second you were all like 'I'm the boss here' and the next you were like 'oww'!" Kevin made faces to go along with his mocking quotes. It looked adorable, but of course Jordan was in no mood for it.

"So you did that?"

"Yeah. They told me about it at the doctor's office. I can make you feel things as punishment."

Now that the moment had passed, Kevin felt kind of guilty.

"Um, sorry about that. They suggested a riding crop. I don't know exactly what it feels like, but I guess whatever magic makes this thing work can figure it out."

"Yeah, it hurt," Jordan said.

He saw Kevin's guilty look.

"Well, it's alright Kevy. This whole thing is weird and confusing for both of us, isn't it?" Jordan asked sympathetically.

"Yeah it is. I never even knew this was possible."

"Me either. I still kind of feel like I'll wake up tomorrow and this will all be a bad dream."

Kevin privately hoped not. Jordan was his favorite person, and now Jordan would hang out with him all the time.

"Look, Kevin, we both know this isn't normal. Everyone else has lost their minds. Me and you remember how things used to be. Will you promise to help me get free if you get the chance?"

Kevin was reluctant to agree. But Jordan was his friend and he wanted him to be happy. "OK Jordan, I promise, I'll help find a way to free you."

"Thanks Kevin. Now let's play Minecraft."

And as they spent the rest of the evening playing Minecraft before bed, it didn't completely escape Kevin's notice that all it had taken was one hit with a phantom riding crop to get Jordan to come around to his way of thinking, even though Jordan thought he was just doing it to be nice.

Before bed, Kevin took the bracelet off and hung it over the bed post. Jordan, of course, wore his collar to bed.

Chapter Two

The next morning was Sunday so they got to sleep in. Jordan woke up first, and he had to piss like a racehorse. Of course, the bracelet was just hanging off the bed post and Jordan couldn't move it. The bathroom was down the hall just out of reach of his leash. He tried to wake Kevin up.

"Kevin. Kevin, wake up. Kevin!"

"No, let me sleep." Kevin rolled over and buried his face in the pillow.

Jordan was frustrated so he shoved Kevin. "Get up!"

Kevin sleepily got up and slipped the bracelet on.

"Wow, you really do have to pee," Kevin said. "I can sense it."

"Really?" That was … disturbing. "You mean you can read my mind?"

"Yep," Kevin said, but he was struggling not to smile. Then he burst out laughing. "No, just kidding. But it's kind of like, I can sense your emotions and your body. I didn't really notice it at first but I'm starting to get used to it."

"Huh, not sure how I feel about that." But I guess Kevin might, Jordan thought. "OK, let's go."

Kevin sighed and got up. He was just in his tighty-whiteys. Kevin led the way to the bathroom.

Jordan pushed his way past and entered the bathroom first, closing the door behind him. He started peeing immediately. He was part way done when Kevin came in.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jordan turned away.

"I'm just curious," said Kevin. "I know what dicks look like anyway."

"I don't care."

"Fine, be that way." Kevin went to the hall and closed the door.

Jordan went back to peeing. He felt a hand on his ass, and it made him jump from surprise. No one was there, so it must have been Kevin making him feel it with the bracelet.

"Very funny!"

Kevin took his turn in the bathroom then they went back to Kevin's room.

The day passed in a blur. It was just like staying at a friend's house, other than the collar, and the fact that he needed an escort to use the bathroom. He found himself touching the collar constantly, feeling around it.

Kevin's parents were nice to Jordan, despite the obvious awkwardness of the situation.

When they'd finished eating dinner, Kevin's mom asked, "Would you please take a turn doing the dishes Jordan?"

"Oh sure," Jordan said. "Um, sorry to impose on you both like this, thanks for having me."

"OK, I'll leave you to it," Kevin said, excited about not having to do the dishes for once.

He set the bracelet on the table in the middle of the kitchen, leaving Jordan enough leash range to get the dishes done.

Jordan finished washing the dishes. Crap, I need someone to get me.

"Kevin!" Jordan called out.

"In a minute!" Kevin called back from upstairs, "Just need to finish this level!"

That little shit was playing games! "Kevin, now!"

Kevin's dad walked over from the living room. "Hey, keep it down buddy, we're watching a movie."

"Um, sorry."

Jordan sat down to wait for Kevin. Fifteen fucking minutes later Kevin came down and picked up the bracelet.

Kevin's Mom stopped them in the hallway. "Kevin, Jordan was being loud during our movie. This is a warning, but if it happens again, you'll lose your allowance for the week."

"Yes, Mom," Kevin said.

That was weird, Jordan thought.

Up in Kevin's room, Kevin closed the door.

"You got me in trouble Jordan," Kevin said reproachfully.

"Sorry," Jordan said.

"Just remember, I'm responsible for making you behave," Kevin said.

Kevin didn't want to punish Jordan, but he would if he had too. Kevin gave Jordan one quick smack with the imaginary riding crop. He did that by picturing a crop smacking into Jordan's ass, and pushing that thought towards the bundle of emotions in his head that he knew was coming from Jordan. The effect was immediate, Jordan jumped a little.

"That was just a warning, Jordan."

And this time Kevin didn't apologize.

Jordan was embarrassed but it was just one, so he decided to let it go. Not like he couldn't get back at Kevin if he needed to. He was still bigger.

Kevin could feel Jordan's embarrassment.

***

Monday at school was so embarrassing. Jordan didn't want to go to school, but Kevin's mom was yelling that it was time to go.

"Come on Jordan, we're going to be late," Kevin said, pleading through the door.

Jordan had gotten up and taken a shower (Kevin left the bracelet on the bathroom counter), but now Jordan had locked the bathroom door to keep Kevin out.

"Everyone's going to see my collar! And I have to go back to sixth grade!"

The reality of the situation was hitting Jordan fully now, and he felt strong stage fright.

"I'm sorry Jordan, but we have to go. Please?"

"Let's just stay here," Jordan said.

"Jordan, if you don't open the door …" He trailed off, not sure how to finish. How could he just threaten the much older boy? It didn't feel right.

"Get fucked!" Jordan shouted back. He was sick of this little squeaker yelling at him.

Fine, Kevin thought. He went back to his room and got a screwdriver and quietly pushed it into the lock. He quietly opened the door a crack and snatched the bracelet off the bathroom counter. He put it on and opened the door fully.

"OK, Jordan, I warned you. We have to go!"

And he imagined candles burning under Jordan's ass.

"Ahhh!"

Jordan jumped up off the toilet lid. As soon as he did Kevin stopped the burning sensation.

"That really hurt."

Jordan almost looked like he would cry.

"Jordan, we'll be late, let's go!" Kevin was exasperated.

Jordan nodded and finally they headed out of the house.

On the walk to school, Jordan said "Sorry about that. I know none of this is your fault. I mean, what are you going to do, just stay home forever now that you're stuck with me?"

Kevin remembered his wish then. Oh my God, it was me! I wished to control Jordan, and it worked.

"Um, yeah Jordan, we're both trapped in this situation you know. I mean, they can actually give me detention all day if you skipped school."

"Yeah, let's just hope they don't make a big deal about it at school."

Still, as they got closer to school, Kevin ended up farther and farther ahead, until he had to yank on the leash to get Jordan to catch up.

***

At school, they had an assembly to tell all the 6th through 8th graders about Jordan's … situation. Jordan and Kevin were made to go up in front of a gym full of kids.

The principal was speaking, "so, as a slave, Jordan will have to be with Kevin all the time, and you'll be seeing him around school and in your classes. No one is to put on the control bracelet without Kevin's permission. Now, Kevin, could you do a little show and tell about your new slave?"

Jordan winced every time they called him a slave. He was still just the same kid. Just because he was wearing a collar didn't make him different than anybody else. But the way kids were looking at him and snickering, he knew they didn't see it that way.

Kevin grabbed the microphone from the principal. "Uh, this is Jordan. He's 16 and he likes sports and stuff. Oh, and he doesn't like Minecraft, which is kind of lame but whatever. He's awesome. Wave Jordan!" Kevin was loving showing off the older boy.

Jordan rolled his eyes and waved at the class.

"And they said he has to do whatever I say and hang out with me all the time!"

***

Eventually that ordeal was over, and classes started. Jordan was given the seat next to Kevin in every class. Each class started with a swarm of kids coming up and asking to check out the leash and the collar.

"So it doesn't come off ever?" one boy asked.

"Nope," Kevin replied.

"Hey, watch it twerp," Jordan said to a boy who pulled on the leash before math class.

"Oh, excuse me," the boy said sarcastically.

By lunch things had calmed down a little. After they grabbed trays of food, Kevin led Jordan to the table his friends sat at. Jordan only knew one of them, a little shit named Dylan.

"Jordan, nice to see you," Dylan said, "like this I mean."

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same but I'm going to avoid looking at your face so I can actually eat my lunch," Jordan replied.

"Kevin, you've got to control your dog," Dylan said.

"Be nice Dylan," Kevin ordered.

"I'm serious Kevin, haven't you ever seen any of those master-slave movies?" Dylan asked.

"There are no movies like that," Kevin said.

"What, do you live under a rock?" Dylan asked.

Once again Kevin realized how much his wish had changed the world. Jordan noticed it too.

"Anyway, it's not right to let him eat from the table like this, like a free person," Dylan continued, "and he should be calling free people 'sir'."

"Fuck that," Jordan said.

"Kevin, he just swore!" Dylan said. "Do something or I'll have to tell a teacher and you'll get in trouble."

"Um, Jordan, don't swear," Kevin said, not even looking at Jordan.

He felt embarrassed on Jordan's behalf.

"Right, sorry Kev."

Dylan looked disgusted. "God Kevin, I thought you were cooler than this, but you're acting like a wimp in front of your slaveboy."

Kevin could sense Jordan's growing anger and embarrassment, but now Kevin was starting to feel his own embarrassment. Didn't Jordan care about making Kevin look like a good master?

Dylan finally shut up and they were able to eat in peace.

***

Later, in science class, the teacher, a stern looking man in his 40s, said, "I don't have any extra table space."

Jordan looked around and saw plenty.

The science teacher caught his look. "I said, I don't have any room for you at a table. You'll have to sit on the floor next to Kevin."

"Seriously? What is this crap? I had you as a teacher years ago, you know me!"

Kevin once again felt embarrassed by Jordan's behavior.

The teacher replied "Kevin, I'm taking ten percent off your last test score for your slave's attitude. Now make him sit down."

Kevin was mad now. He pictured a hand squeezing Jordan's balls. Jordan tried not to show any reaction to it, but the pain made his face go red. Finally, he sat down, and Kevin let up.

The class didn't know exactly what happened, but they could tell from Jordan's face it wasn't good. Jordan heard their laughter, although from his position on the floor he couldn't see their faces.

***

Gym class might have been the worst. The teacher decided that Jordan couldn't play dodgeball or anything else.

"Kevin, please leave your slave here in the corner of the gym, I will keep him busy while you all play."

He made Jordan do calisthenics for the entire class. Jordan's abs and arms were dying from pushups and crunches.

The gym teacher did let Jordan skip showering.

"It's not right, you being naked around them younger boys," he said.

Then he proceeded to go hang out in his office, conveniently located in the boys' locker room.

"Perv," Jordan said after the teacher walked away.

Kevin came and collected Jordan after showering.

***

One class later and they were done. Jordan had survived his first day back in sixth grade. Walking home, Kevin said, "That wasn't so bad. Everyone really liked you!"

"No they didn't, they just liked embarrassing me," Jordan said.

"Oh whatever, you'll see, it's going to be so much fun being together! Sucks about gym class though."

***

At Kevin's house, they played Minecraft again, then took a break for homework.

After dinner, Kevin's mom again asked, "Will you do the dishes Jordan?"

"Isn't it Kevin's turn?" he asked.

"But… you're a slave," she said, surprised.

"Well yeah, but …" Did they really want him to do chores like he was Cinderella?

Apparently Kevin did, or he just didn't notice Jordan's feelings.

"Thanks Jordan!"

Kevin dropped the bracelet on the kitchen table and headed off to play games.

"Great." And Jordan once again did the dishes.

"Kevin!" He called out after.

Kevin came down to get him in a few minutes. Kevin's mom met them in the hallway again.

"Kevin, we talked about this, we don't want him shouting during our movie time."

"Sorry Mom," Kevin said.

"So, no allowance this week," she said.

"But moommm!"

"No buts, you have to take responsibility for him," she said.

***

Back in Kevin's room, Kevin rounded on Jordan.

"You keep embarrassing me," Kevin said.

"Well I'm embarrassed all the time!" Jordan shouted.

"Stop shouting," Kevin said in an angry tone of voice.

He still sounded like such a kid, and Jordan was sick of listening to him.

"No, now it's your turn for punishment,"

Jordan reached out and grabbed Kevin. He felt a swat on his ass from Kevin but in his rage, he ignored it. He punched Kevin hard in the shoulder – and immediately felt like he'd been hit in the shoulder from a hammer. Jordan fell down, clutching his shoulder. The pain was making him cry.

"That," Kevin told him, "is another feature of the collar. If I get hurt wearing the bracelet, you feel the pain many times worse. I want you to say you're sorry."

Jordan was still in pain. Was it going to leave a bruise?

"Say you're sorry!" Kevin said.

"I'm sorry, OK, I'm sorry," Jordan said.

There was a lot of emotion in the room, and by silent agreement they decided to do their own thing. Kevin read a book while Jordan played on his phone.

Jordan had a text from Andy asking where he was. Jordan replied that he was out sick. Eventually Andy would find out, but Jordan didn't want to be the one to tell him. And Jordan started crying all over again, knowing someday Andy would seem him wearing a collar, with Kevin pulling his leash.

Chapter Three

In the morning, Jordan went to shower. Not trusting Jordan to unlock the door, Kevin kept the bracelet on but sat on the floor outside the bathroom.

In the shower, Jordan was horny as hell. He hadn't masturbated since Friday, and it was Tuesday now. Being around Kevin too much was making him desperate to cum. No teenager should have to go this long without jerking off. He decided he could get away with it in the shower. Kevin couldn't hear anything, and the water would clean the mess.

But Kevin did notice.

Kevin started feeling something coming from Jordan. Like… heat. And desire. And intensity. And then all the sudden, pure pleasure. Then it clicked: Jordan was jacking off! Now Kevin was curious. And getting horny thinking about Jordan coming in the shower. He resolved then that he was going to watch Jordan jerk off. He just needed to get Jordan around to his way of thinking.

***

School was miserable for Jordan as usual. Kids were still coming up to him and asking Kevin questions about him.

At lunch, they sat with Dylan again. Jordan had been going to ask if they could sit somewhere else but before he could ask Kevin was already almost at the edge of leash range and Jordan had to hurry to catch up so he wouldn't get pulled.

At the table, Dylan said, "Hey Kevin, hey Fido."

"Very funny," Jordan said. "Are we doing nicknames now? Maybe I'll call you Dickbreath."

"Kevin, Fido's barking, I think he wants to go out."

"No," Kevin said, "He just went."

Dylan started laughing, but Kevin was serious. He had just accompanied Jordan to the bathroom just before coming to the lunchroom. "So Kevin, I did some research and there's a guy in town who has a slave. Him and his slave are a bit old, but I sent them an email to see if they could give you any tips."

Jordan didn't like the sound of that. "It's none of your business Dickbreath."

Dylan ignored him. "I'll let you know if I hear back."

"Wow, thanks Dylan!" Kevin was excited. He wanted to know what else he could do with the a'dam.

Dylan was excited because he had secret fantasies about what he would do with a slave. He thought Kevin was being too lenient a master, but if he could bring Kevin around to his way of thinking, he might get to live out his fantasies, with that puffed up jerk Jordan as the target.

***

After dinner that night, Kevin again ran off and left Jordan to do the dishes.

When Jordan was done, he was unsure what to do. He couldn't call up to Kevin, but he didn't want to just sit there in the kitchen. Like an idiot he had left his phone upstairs charging.

Jordan let out a sign and sat down to wait. And wait.

And wait.

And an hour later, Kevin still hadn't bothered to come down to get him and Jordan was getting fed up.

Of course, Kevin was taking that time to jerk off. And he was letting Jordan stew. He was going to punish Jordan this time.

Eventually, Jordan called out. "Kevin!"

Kevin headed downstairs and picked up the bracelet. "Sorry Jordan, I forgot."

"Yeah, whatever. I was so bored."

In the hallway, Kevin's mom said, "Kevin, this is your last warning. If Jordan yells again, I'm taking away your console for a month."

"A month!" Kevin shot Jordan an angry look.

"It's your fault!" exclaimed Jordan.

They went back upstairs. In Kevin's room, Kevin said, "I have to punish you Jordan. Get naked."

"What?" Jordan asked.

"Get naked! Now!" Kevin actually managed to sound serious.

Jordan was very shy about being seen naked. Especially not by some kid. "No way."

"Jordan, you have to do what I say."

"Punish me some other way then. Why do you want me naked?"

Kevin's immediate thought was curiosity, but out loud he said, "Because I know you don't like it. My other warnings haven't worked, and I need you to stop shouting every night."

They stared at each other, Jordan unwilling to move. And Kevin decided to give Jordan more incentive.

Jordan felt his right foot itch. It started a little on top but soon it was all over. He reached down to scratch it, but scratching wasn't working. He took off his sock, and immediately it stopped itching. Jordan looked back up at Kevin, who was smiling. Then the other foot started to itch. Jordan quickly took that sock off too.

Then his back started itching.

"What are you doing?" Jordan asked.

"What do you think?" Kevin replied.

"I won't do it."

Jordan was scratching away all over. His legs started itching too and he couldn't scratch everywhere at once.

"Fuck!"

Jordan ripped off his shirt and focused on scratching his legs.

Kevin took a moment to study Jordan, shirtless. Kevin was getting hard now. This was awesome! He focused on increasing the itching on Jordan's legs. Jordan was holding out. Then Kevin added some itching in Jordan's ass crack.

Jordan felt it start to itch. There was no way he could scratch it without taking his pants off. He was sitting on the floor now, writhing around, trying to distract himself from his itching asshole.

"Fuck you!" Jordan said.

Then the itching increased. Jordan couldn't take it anymore; he quickly pulled his pants off and started scratching his hole through his underwear.

"Don't you think it'd be easier with your underwear off?" Kevin asked.

Jordan had no choice but to relent. What was he going to do, sit here in his underwear in front of some 12 year old while scratching his anus? He'd probably rip through the underwear before Kevin gave up.

Jordan pulled down his underwear, and the itching stopped. Kevin's jaw dropped, staring at all those pubes Jordan had. And even flaccid his dick looked big.

"Man, that thing's big," said Kevin.

A little embarrassed to have someone staring at him, Jordan blushed and covered himself up with his hands. Then the itching started up again as a warning, and Jordan dropped them again.

"OK, Kev, I'm naked now. I already feel punished enough."

And it was kind of cold in the room.

"That was just part one."

"Really!?"

"You need to learn not to shout. Mom shouldn't have to say something every day."

"Fine, now what?" Jordan said.

"Now, you have to jerk off."

"Right here?" Jordan asked, shocked.

"Just stop talking back, God Jordan, how long you want this to take?"

Kevin was so damn horny, he wanted to see Jordan jerk off so bad.

"I-," and Jordan felt a zap on his tongue. He stopped talking.

Fine Kevin, if this is how you want it.

Jordan had never jerked off in front of someone before. But he gave it a go. He preferred a one-handed technique, pulling at it to get the blood flowing. Pretty soon he was hard and stroking away. Then he made the mistake of looking at Kevin and he started to deflate again.

Jordan looked back down and put Kevin out of his mind. He started stroking away. Pretty soon his orgasm was building. Kevin could feel it coming too.

Jordan came, cum splashing out into his left hand.

"Woah, you made so much," Kevin said, amazed.

Jordan got up to find a tissue.

"Wait Jordan, there's a part three."

"Really?" Jordan said. His face was still flushed.

"Now, I want you to take a big lick."

"No way," Jordan was already embarrassed enough.

"OK then," Kevin said, satisfied. He liked this option more anyway.

Jordan's face started to itch. He started scratching with his non-cummy hand, but pretty soon the itching was all over, and he involuntarily started scratching with his cum hand, inadvertently dripping and smearing cum all over his face.

Kevin laughed at this. "Wow, it's like all over!"

The itching stopped. "Now can I wipe it off?" Jordan asked, face covered in sticky cum.

"Wait," and Kevin quickly took a picture of Jordan.

***

After Jordan got cleaned up and dressed, it was once again awkward in the room. There had always been a little friction between Kevin and Jordan owing to their age difference, but in the end, they were still friends. But Kevin had just forced Jordan to masturbate in front of him!

Jordan was sitting against the wall in Kevin's room drawing, but he couldn't concentrate on his work because his thoughts kept going back to the moment he spilled out onto his hand and made eye contact with Kevin. Kevin loved seeing him jack off. Kevin hadn't been punishing him, Kevin did it because he wanted to see Jordan do something shameful. Or at least that's how Jordan saw it.

Can any friendship survive such an imbalance of power? Kevin had just proven he could get Jordan to take off his clothes. Kevin could turn Jordan into a naked sweaty animal any time he wanted. What would stop Kevin from doing it in the future?

Kevin was a good kid, if somewhat annoying, so maybe Jordan just needed to remind him of his good nature.

"Kevin?" he asked.

"Yeah?" Kevin responded, looking up from his book.

"You remember how it used to be. I'm not some slave, I'm just a normal person! I got trapped in this collar, but it doesn't make me less than you. You know?"

Kevin nodded. He just wanted to hang out with the cool older boy, but he felt bad now for how he had treated Jordan. But everyone said it was OK!

"I'm sorry, Jordan."

"It's OK, just try to remember how things used to be. You don't have to be mean to me, you can just ask me to do stuff."

"It's not like you were always nice to me," Kevin said petulantly.

"I know, but … you know. I never made you … you know, earlier," Jordan said, face beet red.

"I'll be nicer, Jordan. It's just, the pressure I'm under. Everyone thinks I have to keep you in line, I can't just do nothing. So you have to be good too, OK?"

"All right, that's fair." Although Jordan didn't think it was that hard to ignore the peer pressure.

"Sorry about earlier."

"You won't do it again right?"

"Ummm …" Kevin said, considering.

"Kevin!"

"Ok, jeez. My slave sure is sensitive right?" Kevin said jokingly.

"Ha. Ha." Jordan said in a flat voice. "And I have a little doofus for a master."

Kevin got hard again hearing Jordan call him master. Jordan was joking, but still … Kevin liked hearing that from Jordan. Now Kevin felt more guilty for thinking that.

***

The next morning, Jordan was jerking off in the shower. He'd jerked it twice the day before but hey … he still wanted to take advantage of this rare moment of privacy. As he was nearing climax, a shock went through his dick.

"Oww, what the fuck?" Oh right. "Kevin!"

"Jordan, we have to go to school, why are you jerking off in there?"

"Shut up! Wait, you can tell?"

Now Jordan felt even more embarrassed. As long as Kevin was wearing the bracelet he had no real privacy.

"Let's go, Jordan!"

Jordan sighed and finished his shower, but didn't finish himself. He'd do it tomorrow.

Kevin smirked to himself when Jordan got out. Kevin was going to be nicer, but it didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with Jordan, right?

Chapter Four

School on Wednesday was the usual nightmare for Jordan, going everywhere with a leash attached, trailing behind a 12 year old. Kevin didn't have to punish him that morning, but Jordan's very existence was humiliating.

"I don't want to sit with Dylan today, can't we sit with someone else?" Jordan asked on the way to the cafeteria for lunch. "Uh, hold on, I need to take a leak." Jordan went into the bathroom, Kevin following close behind.

While Jordan was using the urinal, Kevin said, "If you don't want to eat with Dylan you don't have to. But I'm going to." And before Jordan could reply, Kevin took the bracelet off and hung it over the flushing lever of the urinal Jordan was peeing at, trapping him in the bathroom.

"Wait, wait you bastard!" Jordan yelled after Kevin, but then he heard the door thunk and knew that Kevin was gone. "That motherfucker."

Jordan spent the rest of lunch standing in the bathroom. Fortunately, he didn't have many visitors. One little red headed kid reached for the bracelet. "Don't even think about it!" Jordan raised his fist menacingly.

"Fine, dumb slave. Guess Kevin got tired of you already."

The little shit's words actually got to Jordan. Why should he care if Kevin was tired of him? But he had to care, because the instant Kevin snapped the collar into place, Kevin had become Jordan's whole life; meanwhile, Kevin could pretty much do whatever he wanted as long as he made sure Jordan had food and water and got let out to use the bathroom once in a while.

Another boy showed up, a big kid with messy hair. He smirked when he saw Jordan, then went and took a dump in the furthest away stall. He didn't flush the toilet, leaving Jordan with the smell.

Kevin finally came back and brought Jordan a sandwich. He was starving and quickly wolfed it down on the walk back to science class. The damned red head from the bathroom was in the next class and Jordan saw him point and say something to the kid next to him, making him laugh. Great, more humiliation.

***

After school, Kevin received a visit from Fred, an older man with a slave.

"Kevin, come down here!" Kevin's mom shouted from downstairs. "Leave Jordan!"

Kevin and Jordan looked at each other. Then Kevin set the bracelet down on the bed and headed downstairs, leaving Jordan behind playing on his phone.

When Kevin got downstairs, there was a strange man in the kitchen. Then Kevin noticed another man kneeling on the floor next to the first man.

Kevin's mom introduced them, "Kevin, this is Mr. Jones, he's an experienced master. He's going to give you some advice on managing Jordan, OK?"

"OK." Kevin took a seat and his mom left to give the two masters privacy. "So, is that your slave?"

"Yes, I call him Selli," Mr. Jones said. "Kevin, tell me about your experience with your new slave."

Kevin proceeded to tell the man all about what he'd done with Jordan so far. He even told Mr. Jones about how he got Jordan to undress as punishment, but he left out watching Jordan jerk off because he was embarrassed about his attraction to the older boy.

"Wow, intense itching to make him take his clothes off, that's a clever one," Mr. Jones said, sounding impressed. "You're a natural." Kevin beamed. "OK, I'm not going to give you a bunch of advice or tell you how to manage your boy. But I think I know what you're feeling. You're confused. You want to be nice to your friend, but now he's your slave, so you don't know how to treat him. Right?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Kevin didn't mention his extra guilt over wishing this reality into existence.

"Well let me put your mind at ease. I've owned Selli for 25 years. Selli is happy and obedient now, isn't that right Selli?"

"Yes, Master," Selli replied.

"I insist he always call me master and be polite with me. And I rarely have to punish him these days. Kevin, nothing that you do to Jordan will ever be wrong, no matter how cruel it seems. There's no such thing as cruelty from master to slave."

Kevin nodded but he wasn't sure he agreed.

"I can tell you don't believe me," Mr. Jones continued, "but look at Selli here. He's happy and in good health. Years of being a slave hasn't hurt him. The sooner your boy Jordan learns his place, the happier he'll be. His current unhappiness with his collar is caused by you not giving him direction. Jordan keeps sensing friendship from you, so he thinks he's free. Keep treating him with kid gloves and he'll never learn his place. He wouldn't even be in that collar if he didn't deserve it, if he didn't need it deep down."

Kevin was listening intently. Jordan did seem to be really unhappy. Kevin was getting used to their roles and a lot of his uncertainty had gone away. Maybe Jordan just wasn't used to it yet.

"Thanks Mr. Jones."

"Just trust me kid, do whatever you want with him. He's your slave for a reason, and everything you make him do, even 'in the bedroom', if you know what I mean, is all part of the process."

"All right," Kevin said, eyes lit up with excitement.

"Once you give an order you must make him follow through with it, even if he convinces you the order is a bad idea, otherwise he'll always be challenging you. If you threaten punishment if he doesn't do something, you need to follow through. And if you offer a reward, follow through on that too. Otherwise, there will be no trust between you two. Remember, you're training him. If you let him decide what orders he has to follow and what punishments he has to receive, then he is training you. If you're considering his feelings, then he's the master, not you."

Wow, Kevin had been doing it all wrong. He thought back to his week together with Jordan and realized Jordan argued with everything, and Kevin kept giving in.

"Also, in a month or so if you still want help, I can take Jordan off your hands for a day and give him some training for you."

Something in the man's eyes creeped Kevin out. He didn't want to leave Jordan with this guy. "Um, maybe. So … what else can the a'dam do?"

***

When Kevin got back Jordan could see the gleam in his eyes. Well, this couldn't be good.

"Jordan, I met an older master and his slave! They seemed really happy together!"

"Yeah, probably cause the master gives the slave no choice but to be happy," Jordan said derisively. "Do you really think that's happiness?"

That gave Kevin pause. Then he got mad. "You're ruining it! Why do you always do that? I finally get something good, and you don't like it."

Well now Jordan was pissed. But he still remembered the last time Kevin got mad at him. Jordan was just trying to relax and get some drawing in, he didn't want to turn this conversation into a punishment. So, he gave up.

"OK Kevin, sorry. I'm glad you had fun."

"Yeah, and he told me all kinds of cool stuff about the a'dam. I can actually make your leash longer or shorter, and he said when you're better trained, I'll be able to make the leash disappear and let you go to work for the day."

"Yeah, and since I can't own money, I'll just be working for you. Sounds greaaat."

"You're doing it again!" Kevin put the bracelet on. He was going to take out his anger on Jordan, but when he put the bracelet on, he could sense Jordan's fear. Jordan's expression was defiant, but Kevin knew what was going through his head. Jordan's weak. That revelation mollified Kevin and he just sat back down to resume his game. As he did, he felt Jordan's relief.

***

"Kevin, we need the laundry folded!" Kevin's mom called up the stairs.

"OK!" Kevin called back. He headed for the stairs and of course Jordan followed.

"Thanks Kevin, you can leave him here on the couch."

"Thanks Mom," Kevin undid the bracelet and set it on the end table.

"Wait, seriously, you want me to fold all the laundry?" There were three baskets worth.

"Why not? Some of it's yours." Kevin bounded off leaving Jordan to it.

"You know Mrs. Kute, Kevin made me get naked earlier. Can't you stop him, that's not right." Jordan didn't mention the whole jerking off thing.

She looked at him sternly, "Jordan, I can't believe he didn't tell you; you're not supposed to tell anyone what you two get up to. You're supposed to keep your master's privacy."

"What? You're mad at me?"

"Yes! You telling others about it is just … grossly disloyal. Please keep his privacy. I know I'm not supposed to punish you directly but just … Treat my son well. Everyone hopes to get a slave someday but so few do. You better not ruin this opportunity for him."

Jordan was shocked into silence. She can't be serious. But why wouldn't she be, not like she had any reason to lie to a slave like him.

Jordan went ahead and folded and sorted the laundry into piles for each family member. Eventually he was done.

"Can I go now?" he asked.

"Yes. Just remember what I said, treat Kevin right. Just because you got the collar end of the deal doesn't mean you should sulk."

More like Mrs. Kunt, Jordan thought.

Kevin came back and collected Jordan. After he put the bracelet on, Kevin said, "Good boy!" and patted Jordan on the head. Jordan's face got red with embarrassment (Kevin's mom was watching) but still, it did make Jordan feel good.

***

The next day, Jordan actually ate lunch with Dylan again. Like a good slave, he thought bitterly. But he wasn't willing to spend lunch in the bathroom again.

"Hey Jordan, missed you yesterday," said Dylan when Jordan sat down.

"Missed you too Dickbreath."

Dylan pulled a pencil out of his pocket. He used a finger to hold it back then snapped the end of the pencil into Kevin's hand, causing a sharp stabbing pain in Jordan's hand thanks to the a'dam's pain multiplication effect.

Jordan jumped up.

"Fucking little bitch!"

Jordan lashed out and punched Dylan in the shoulder. Not too hard, but enough to hurt. This caused an uproar in the cafeteria and soon everyone was watching.

The vice principal, Mr. Cane, came over and Dylan told him everything Jordan did. Mr. Cane looked at Jordan, then Kevin.

"Kevin, I will see you in detention after school. Now would be a good time to reassure everyone that you have your slave here under control."

"What?" Kevin asked.

"Show us that you will make sure Jordan behaves."

"You mean punish him?"

"Oh, come on, what about what Dylan did?" Jordan was indignant.

Mr. Cane ignored the slave. "I can't tell you to punish your slave, but do you really want more detention the next time he acts up?"

Kevin looked at all his schoolmates faces, filled with anticipation. They all expected him to do this, and so did the vice principal.

Kevin turned to Jordan, "sorry." And he started the punishment.

Jordan felt the first whip across his back. He let out a grunt but tried to hold it in, but everyone watching could see his grimace and see the tension in his shoulders.

"Jordan, say you're sorry to Dylan."

"Kevin -," another whip, "-ow stop!" Another, even harder. "Ahh, that hurts!" Another. Jordan started crying. "I'm sorry Dylan!" Jordan squealed through tears.

Kevin stopped the punishment.

"All right kids, lunchtime is almost over, finish up," said Mr. Cane, dispersing the crowd.

Fucking Dylan reached over and patted Jordan on the head before sitting down.

Jordan sat back at the table but couldn't eat. He wouldn't meet anyone's eyes. They'd all seen him like that. At least my friends didn't see that, he thought.

Dylan was like a kid in a candy store. "That was awesome Kevin! You're so cool! Oh man, that look on his face when he knew he couldn't take any more!"

Kevin liked the attention, but he felt bad when he saw Jordan's face. But he'd had to do it, the teacher practically said so!

"Just stop talking about it Dylan, I want to eat."

Dylan was still happy, so he just rolled with it and mercifully stopped talking.

***

In the showers after gym, the other boys all wanted to talk to Kevin about what had happened at lunch. Kevin didn't mind, he liked having an excuse to look directly at other naked boys, and sneak in the occasional downward glance.

Ben asked Kevin about sex, "Have you made him suck your dick?"

This got everyone's interest immediately.

Kevin didn't have any experience with sexual things, but he still knew about blowjobs.

"No, I wouldn't do that." Would he?

"Why not? I hear it's really common with slaves."

"Oh sure, gay boy here wants his dick sucked by a guy," another one said.

"Do not! It's just what I heard guys with slaves do," Ben said, not very convincingly.

"Can you imagine having an older boy like Jordan on his knees with your dick in his mouth?" Fernando asked.

The other boys clearly could because some of them started sprouting boners. The conversation ended a bit awkwardly at that point.

***

After school Jordan and Kevin both had to stay for two hours in detention. Technically Jordan didn't have detention, but he had nowhere else to go. They spent the time doing homework and feeling resentful of one another.

On the way home, Kevin kept ahead of Jordan. Jordan didn't feel like talking to Kevin either so that was fine.

When they got back to Kevin's room, Kevin sat on the bed and faced Jordan.

"Jordan, this is real. You're in a collar and I'm your master now. That's not changing. Mr. Jones told me I have to just accept reality, and make you accept it too. So, I'm going to make you call me Master from now on, at least until you learn to accept being a slave."

"Fuck that, KEVIN. What does Mr. Jones know about me and you? Nothing."

Kevin didn't respond with words, but Jordan felt his response anyway. Lashes from phantom riding crops landing all over his ass. Two on his feet made him drop down.

"Call me Master."

"Master!" And the blows stopped.

"Just keep doing it Jordan. Any time you talk to me. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Jordan sighed, then said, "Yes, master."

He was unhappy about it but didn't want to get hit anymore.

Kevin was ecstatic. Jordan was calling him master already, and it barely took any work. While Jordan went back to his drawing, Kevin started a mental list of the things he was going to do to him. It was like Mr. Jones said, the more he made Jordan do, the more Jordan would be happy as Kevin's slave.

Jordan didn't know it yet, but his life had just taken a turn for the worse.

Chapter Five

After school on Friday, Kevin left Jordan upstairs so he could talk to his mom in private.

"Mom, I want to go shopping for Jordan, for clothes. Can you take us?"

"Oh, that's a great idea honey! Sure thing. I'll lend you money too, since you're being so responsible. Just make sure to pay me back when Jordan gets a job."

"Awesome! And also, I … well …" Kevin trailed off, this was so embarrassing.

"What is it?"

Embarrassed but determined, Kevin explained his new rules for Jordan. His mom loved them.

***

Kevin and Jordan got dropped off at the mall. Jordan really didn't want to go, but the little twerp whipped him once and he decided to just go along with it. Now inside the mall, Jordan was once again reluctant. Everyone was looking at them, watching to see what would happen.

"Kevin, do we really have to?" Jordan asked.

"What do you call me?" Kevin asked.

Two younger boys were walking right past them when Jordan said, "master." and he saw them smirk.

"Fine, so where are we going?" Jordan jolted as he felt a riding crop strike on his ass. "I mean, where are we going, master?"

It was taking Jordan longer than Kevin thought to remember to say master, but Kevin kind of liked reminding him anyway. "You'll see."

Well, what could Jordan do but follow?

Jordan was not happy when they went into Victoria's Secret. "Are you kidding?" Smack. "Are you kidding, Master?"

"Nope."

A nice lady helped them find a selection of panties in Jordan's size.

"Ooh these one's will look good on him," she said holding one up. "He's so cute though, anything will look good."

"Yep, I've got it easy!" squeaked Kevin.

"He has ears too," Jordan said. His comment was ignored, like a random outburst from a little boy.

The boys shopping spree didn't end there. Kevin picked out shirts he liked for Jordan, and some very tight pants that he made Jordan try on. Jordan also got some little boys' underwear (extra-large). Kevin insisted on at least one pair of Minecraft underwear for Jordan, along with Power Rangers, PAW Patrol, and Scooby-Doo.

The last place that they went into was the worst.

"No. Master, no," Jordan begged when he saw the sign. He didn't even say Master sarcastically.

The store was called Hera's Hair Removal.

"I think you'll look good smooth."

Plus, Kevin thought maybe it would remind Jordan that in this relationship, Jordan was the little boy who needed looking after.

At the counter, Kevin asked the attendant, "Hi, can you remove his … you know, body hair."

She looked Jordan up and down. "Wow, I've never had a slave in here before. You want the permanent stuff? It's expensive."

"My mom approved it. We can pay for it."

"Ok kid."

In the end, Jordan more or less had to be dragged in there by Kevin. Jordan sat down so he wouldn't have to go. So embarrassing, Kevin thought.

"Jordan, if you don't move now, you'll have to take your clothes off right here, in front of the whole store." And he made Jordan's feet itch for a second as a reminder of what that felt like.

Jordan looked to the mall hallway, where people were just standing there watching Jordan's tantrum. Everywhere I go I'm providing a free show. Being a slave sucks. And I used to like being the center of attention. Jordan got up and followed Hera to the back room.

Jordan got undressed all the way and sat down in a tub. The woman started rubbing a yellow lotion into Jordan's skin, very thoroughly.

Kevin was jealous, he'd have to an excuse to rub Jordan down some time. Wait, what was he thinking? He didn't need an excuse, he could do it whenever he wanted to.

To Jordan's great embarrassment he got a boner when she handled his dick. He'd never had such close attention from a woman down there, and probably never would again the way things were going.

She reached up and rubbed the stuff into Jordan's face too.

Then she unceremoniously sprayed him off.

"Ok, that should do it. On the way out, I'll give you some puberty blockers. After a few doses he'll be permanently hairless."

"Awesome," said Kevin. And he paid her with the last of his mom's money. He'd have to pay her back after Jordan got a job, but it was all worth it.

On the way out of the mall, the worst thing possible happened. They ran into the girl Jordan liked.

"Oh my God, Jordan?"

She had a stunned look on her face.

"Um, hi Stephanie, what are you up to?" Jordan asked, trying to act like he wasn't leashed to a twelve year old's wrist.

"You got collared?" Stephanie asked, stunned. "I thought you were a good person."

"It was just a mistake, we didn't know what we were messing with. Honest!"

"Jordan, aren't you going to introduce me?" Kevin asked.

"Um, Stephanie this is Kevin, Kevin this is Stephanie."

Kevin couldn't resist. "What did you call me?"

"Master, I mean, Master, this is Stephanie." Jordan just wanted the ground to swallow him up right there. He couldn't even look at Stephanie anymore, he was just staring at the floor.

"Your master is this little boy?" she asked.

"Hey, I bet I have more pubes than Jordy here."

"You call him Jordy?" She was laughing now. "Wow, wait until the others hear about this. Can I get a picture?" she asked Kevin, now basically ignoring Jordan.

"Sure." Kevin stood next to Jordan, holding his fist up so the bracelet and leash would be visible.

She took the picture. Jordan hated his life.

***

That night, Kevin had Jordan kneel on the floor.

"OK Jordy, these are the rules. You know the first one, always call me Master. Isn't that right?"

Sigh. "Yes master."

"Rule 2: I like seeing you naked, but my mom says it's not clean if you're completely nude. So, from now on, as soon as we get home, I want you to strip down to your underwear. Starting now."

Kevin waited a few seconds. Jordan realized he was waiting for him. Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, he thought, but he stood up and started peeling his clothes off. Soon he was down to just his underwear, which were some boxer briefs as he usually wore.

"Ok, now I got you some little boy underwear and some girly underwear. When you've been good you get to wear the boy underwear, when you've been bad you wear the girls underwear. Have you been good today?"

"Yes," Jordan said quickly.

"But you didn't even say master," Kevin said, delighted that Jordan predictably fell into his trap. "So, you have been bad. So that rule takes effect now."

"You mean-master- that I should change now?"

Kevin nodded. Ooh, this would be good.

Jordan got up and pulled out the bag of girly underwear. He pulled the tag off the least silly pair and quickly took his underwear off and put the new underwear on. He sat back down.

As Kevin had hoped, Jordan's package stuck out like an old man at a BTS concert. For his part, Jordan had to admit that despite the pressure on his junk they did feel comfy, especially now that what little barrier his pubes had provided was gone.

"OK, there's probably other rules but that's what I can remember right now. So, next, I want you to jerk me off."

Seriously? Jordan was not touching Kevin's little dick.

Kevin could sense Jordan's reluctance, but he knew he'd come around. Kevin stood up and slowly undressed.

Now Jordan was used to showering with other boys, but he'd still never seen Kevin get naked, so he was curious despite his painful straightness.

Kevin was naturally wearing Minecraft underwear, with a diamond pick over the crotch. Really, they were selling this to kids?. Jordan couldn't help but notice the prominent erection. Jordan hadn't known Kevin was gay before this whole a'dam ordeal, but Kevin's sexuality was staring him in the face. And Jordan couldn't help but stare back. Right in the eye.

Kevin had a little circumcised penis. Sill no pubes. Overall, Jordan concluded it was adorable. Only a few years ago his own cock had been a little thing like that. And now he was going to touch a 12 year-old penis again.

"Well? " Kevin asked, pointing down.

Jordan reached out and tapped it. Kevin actually shuddered, and his cock twitched a little. Jordan grabbed it one handed. It was warm. And a little sweaty.

"Get to it Jordy!"

"Don't call me that," swat on the ass, "master. Don't call me that, Master."

Well, time to focus on the dick in hand. He started to stroke up and down. He made eye contact with Kevin. Bad idea, Kevin was looking at him with pure boyish lust. Bright preteen eyes were so intense sometimes.

Kevin's face was flushed from pleasure. His eyes were glued to watching Jordan's teen hand on his preteen dick. So hot. Kevin had barely gotten used to doing it himself and now here was on older boy doing it. Perfect.

Jordan's face was red too, because this was surprisingly hard work. Who knew a handjob actually was a job? It was easier when you were doing it to yourself.

"A little faster!" Kevin said.

Jordan sped up just a bit and kept it up. The sooner this was over, the sooner he could go back to doing literally ANYTHING else.

"Oh. Ah. Ahh!" And Kevin's little cock spit out a little drop of semen.

Luckily for Jordan it missed and landed on Kevin's stomach. But then there was a little more that dribbled out onto Jordan's fingers.

"Ugh, OK, I'm done here," Jordan went to get a tissue, happy to have that dick out of his hand.

Kevin just basked in the glow for the moment. He looked down at the white drop on his stomach. He wondered if… no better to save that for next time.

Afterwards, Kevin got dressed while Jordan stayed in his panties. The difference between slave and master was pretty obvious then.

***

The next morning was Saturday. Jordan was up before Kevin and once again had to piss urgently. His dick was at full mast with morning wood, and it was very obvious in the women's underwear. He tried to wake up Kevin. "Ke- uh, Master, wake up, I need to use the bathroom. Master!"

Kevin just turned over. Jordan tapped Kevin on the shoulder, then felt a phantom slap on the ass.

"Really, Master?" Jordan asked petulantly. Another phantom smack on the bottom, "OK, fine."

Jordan sat back down to wait for Kevin to get up. It took another two hours, with Jordan sitting their holding it.

Jordan went to take a shower that morning. He decided to try jacking off again. He'd seen Stephanie yesterday and even though the experience was humiliating, at least she'd looked good yesterday. He pictured her in Kevin's room giving Jordan a hand job. It was weird touching his now smooth, hairless genitals. He hadn't even had pubes that long and now they were gone.

He was on the edge of orgasm when he felt a shock in his hand and his dick.

"Dammit!"

Jordan was starting to get frustrated. He decided to just ignore it and try to get off anyway. He built to an orgasm again and he got shocked even harder.

"Damn!" How was this fair? Jordan had to give a younger boy a hand job but now he couldn't even get himself off. Whatever, maybe Kevin would leave him by himself later and he'd be able to quickly rub one out then.

Kevin smiled when he heard the shower turn off without Jordan finishing.

***

Kevin had soccer practice that day. He dragged Jordan along since he didn't want to give him a chance to masturbate. Kevin was late so he rode his bike, forcing Jordan to run the whole way there. Luckily it was in a wooded park only a few blocks from home.

When they got to the soccer field Kevin just hung the a'dam bracelet from a low tree branch and left Jordan in the trees at the edge of the field. Well, at least Jordan had his phone.

Unfortunately, staring at his phone caused him to miss Andy standing over him.

"Jordan?"

"Andy?" Oh shit. Jordan quickly stood up, "uh, hey, how's it going?" Jordan did his best to act normal, even though nothing was normal anymore.

"Um, well I've been wondering why you weren't in school, and I guess now I know. You're a slave now?" Andy wasn't derisive like Stephanie, he just seemed … sad.

Well, no use denying it. "Yeah, it sucks."

"I bet. Who, uh, who's your master?" Andy asked.

"Um, I'd rather not say," Jordan replied.

No need to make this anymore embarrassing.

"OK, don't worry about it."

Then Andy looked over at the boys playing soccer, as if wondering who it was, then he turned back to Jordan.

"So, you're just chilling? Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, of course you can. I was just embarrassed, you know? I mean this is bullshit, who ever heard of slaves and a'dams and shit?"

"Um, everyone knows about it, did you really forget?" Andy asked.

"I guess. I don't know, me and K- I mean, I've never heard of it before now."

"Maybe that's how people end up in collars, they end up forgetting about them and that's why they end up in them."

"You don't really think I'm 'supposed' to be like this do you?" Jordan asked.

"No, no," Andy answered, not very convincingly.

"Hey Andy!" said Kevin, who had just walked up.

"Hey Kevin!" said Andy, "I haven't seen you in a while either …" Andy saw the expression on Jordan's face. "Oh shit! Kevin, you're Jordan's master?"

"Yep, ain't that right, Jordy?" Kevin asked.

He was enjoying showing off his new relationship with Jordan, especially to Andy, who was Jordan's favorite.

Jordan ground his teeth. What was worse, calling Kevin 'Master' in front of Andy, or getting punished in front of Andy? He decided on the former.

"Yes Master."

Andy smiled for a second hearing that but thought better of it and wiped the smile off his face.

"So what, you guys just hang out now?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," said Kevin. "He's been taking sixth grade classes with me, and he sleeps on my floor."

"Damn, that's crazy."

"Want to take him for a walk?" Kevin asked. "I think he's bored just waiting for me to finish and we're only half-way done."

"Um …" Andy asked. "Jordan?"

"Sure," Jordan said. "Better than just standing around."

"OK," said Kevin, "You have my permission to take him, just have him back in like a half hour."

Kevin showed Andy how to put on the bracelet and away they went.

It was the most awkward 30 minutes of Jordan's life. Andy talked about what was happening in tenth grade, but none of that mattered to Jordan anymore. And he didn't really want to talk about his new life serving a twelve year old.

They were almost back.

"Well Jordan, I hope you get free someday. You were- are my best friend and I don't want to lose you."

Hearing that made Jordan tear up a little. Stupid collar. And he knew Andy could probably feel his sadness through the bracelet. At least Andy wouldn't punish him or anything.

"Andy, can't you just … take me away? Why do we have to go back?" Jordan asked pleadingly.

"Jordan … that would be illegal, you know that. We wouldn't make it one town over before they caught us. Then you'd go back to your master, and I'd be in jail."

Jordan knew all that, but it still hurt hearing it from Andy.

When they got back, Andy put the bracelet back on the branch and headed off, leaving his former friend behind.

Chapter Six

That night after Kevin's soccer practice, Jordan was texting Andy. He was mostly just making fun of Kevin. [And he actually likes Justin Bieber, can you believe that?] he typed. [And he still has Power Rangers toys!]

[What a baby :)] Andy replied. Jordan suspected Andy was just humoring him, but Jordan needed some kind of outlet for his frustrations with Kevin.

Kevin was watching and noticed Jordy smiling and glancing at him. Plus, from his sense of Jordy's emotions he knew Jordy must be up to no good.

"Hey Jordy," Kevin said.

"Hey what, Master?" Jordan's tone was dismissive, clearly in no mood for Kevin's bullshit.

"Give me your phone," Kevin commanded.

"But … it's my phone! You … It's private!"

Kevin knew that, but legally it was Kevin's phone now since Jordy couldn't own anything. Kevin jumped up and loomed over Jordy (who was wearing his 'Good Boy' underwear today) and said "I'm not asking! Give me your phone!"

"No!"

"OK, be that way." Kevin used the a'dam to make the phone feel super hot to Jordan. Jordan shrieked and his involuntary reflexes made him drop the phone as he cradled his hands to try and soothe the pain.

"Thank you," Kevin smirked, picking up the phone.

He looked through Jordan's recent texts and saw what Jordan wrote about him. Kevin was pissed.

He didn't immediately tell Jordan how angry he was. First, he thought about punishment. Well, it didn't always have to be pain, did it? Embarrassment would work well this time.

Kevin took a picture of Jordy in his Minecraft underwear, then sent it to Andy with the caption [I'm a good boy!] Jordan wasn't looking up, so he didn't even notice it. Jordan knew he was in trouble, so he was keeping his head down, trying to not to draw attention. Classic abused animal behavior.

Kevin also set a parental lock on the phone. Jordan would have no porn and could only use it 30 minutes a day. He handed it back to Jordan, just in time for Andy to reply [Dude, what the fuck?].

"You fucking asshole!" Jordan yelled at Kevin after seeing what Kevin had sent Andy.

Kevin said, "I can send him the picture I took of you with cum on your face if you want?"

"No, that's OK," Jordan couldn't believe what a jerk Kevin was being.

"Well, are you sorry for what you just said?" Kevin asked menacingly.

"I … guess, yes Master. Um, really I'm sorry," Jordan said. Kevin could tell he was insincere from reading Jordan's emotions.

"I want you to show me you're sorry," Kevin said.

"Umm, how?" Jordan asked, really not wanting the answer.

Kevin didn't answer right away. He quickly took all his clothes off. It made him excited how he could just get naked in front of Jordan whenever he wanted, without anyone making fun of him or telling him to stop. What twelve year old boy could resist using this kind of power?

Kevin sat his little naked butt down on the bed.

"OK, put it in your mouth and suck on it."

Just saying that made Kevin's cock jump in anticipation. His excitement was making his heart beat fast, and he was breathing deeply.

"That's so gross," Jordan said. A phantom riding crop stung his ass. "Master!"

"So what? I want you to do it, so do it," Kevin said, getting impatient. He wanted to feel Jordy's mouth on him.

"But Master, it's gonna to taste like sweat," Jordan complained.

Kevin wouldn't mind tasting boy sweat. He thought about Jordy's reluctance a little and came up with an idea. Using the a'dam, Kevin sent a foul taste to Jordy's mouth.

Jordan tasted it right away. It was like rotting garbage mixed with pepper and snot.

"Stop, make it stop!" Jordan cried out, between gags.

Kevin removed the taste.

"You can either taste that or you can taste this."

Kevin wiggled a little and made his stiffy snap left and right.

Well, Jordan thought, women in porn were never gagging just from tasting it, how bad could it be? On the other hand, Kevin hadn't showered after soccer. Still, it was no real choice, as usual. Jordan crawled over from his place against the wall to kneel in between Kevin's legs. Back in position once again, Jordan thought.

He leaned forward and put his lips around it, then gave the slit a quick lick. Kevin shuddered and jumped forward pressing into Jordan's mouth. Jordan backed off.

"Keep going, that was good!" Kevin tapped Jordy's cheek with his dick.

Jordan got back to it. Jordan had never gotten a blowjob before, but he had a rough idea how to give one. He kept his teeth off Kevin's dick and made sure to provide lots of suction. Up and down, up and down. Well, from where Jordan was it was more like in and out. Kevin's dick was only 3.5 inches [9 cm] so it wasn't too much for him. Kevin's pubes were right in front of him, and Jordan could smell the sweat coming off.

"Get my balls too!"

Kevin watched with wonder as Jordan put his mouth around Kevin's undescended ball sack and licked it. Jordan's mouth was sooo warm and wet. Jordan sucked each individual testicle, then licked around the outside.

Kevin wanted to finish now.

"OK, back to my dick!"

Kevin rested his hands on Jordan's head, and it just felt so good! Jordy's lips made contact with Kevin's pubic area on each motion. His tongue licking just under the tip made Kevin squirm with pleasure. Kevin reached over to his phone and quietly snapped a picture of Jordy, face buried between his legs, cock disappearing into the older boy's mouth.

"Yeah, suck it Jordy! That feels so good!"

Kevin was getting close to shooting right in Jordan's mouth. He could feel his climax building.

Jordan saw Kevin tensing up. He felt Kevin grip his head with both hands and hold him down. Jordan looked up, making eye contact with Kevin. Then Kevin came in Jordan's mouth.

It wasn't much but Jordan could taste it nonetheless. A little more dribbled out. Jordan swallowed Kevin's cum. Kevin was still holding Jordan's head in place. Jordan looked back up and met Kevin's eyes. Kevin waved.

Jordan leaned back and pulled his head away from Kevin's hands.

"Well that sucked," Jordan said, then realized what he'd said and felt dumb.

"You sure did!" Kevin said. "Also, what do you call me?"

"Master."

"That was great Jordy, I can't wait to do that again! Good boy!"

Jordy shivered with pleasure from hearing that. Kevin had to be making that happen, right?

Kevin slipped his underwear back on but otherwise stayed unclothed.

Jordan sat back against the wall, lost in thought. What was worse, being a slave or being a cocksucker? And Kevin was a younger boy! The world was insane if this was suddenly OK now, just because Kevin was Jordan's master. Was there really no limit to what Kevin could do to him?

***

The next morning, Jordan once again sat around waiting for Kevin to wake up, holding it. Kevin eventually let Jordan go shower, but he stopped Jordan from orgasming again. Jordan was losing his mind from not cumming. It only took him like 25 seconds to build to orgasm but still that was too long for him to be able to sneak in a quick one before Kevin could stop him. He felt a powerful electric shock in his dick, and he reluctantly stopped masturbating. He slapped the wall of the shower in frustration.

Later that morning, Kevin's mom brought up a huge cardboard box. "Kevin, Mr. Jones just dropped this off. He said to have fun."

Looking at Kevin's face, you'd have thought it was Christmas. He was ripping open the box and looking at all the little boxes inside, face full of wonder. Jordan was curious too. It was all sex toys of one kind or another. Butt plugs, nipple clamps, an actual riding crop, handcuffs, so many different things. The worst was a little metal cage.

"'Male chastity device'" Kevin read.

Jordan groaned. He knew where this was going. Kevin opened the box and took out the equipment.

"Oh, you have to try this on!"

"Master … I don't want that on me." Jordan said, knowing it would do no use.

"So? Just try it on. Here I'll help pick the right size band."

Jordan sighed and took off his underwear. Kevin enjoyed handling Jordan's bigger dick. Unfortunately, it looked like Jordan did too because he quickly got hard, too hard to put the cage on.

"Oh well Master, guess it won't fit," Jordan said.

"Jerk off Jordy," Kevin commanded.

Sigh. Jordan quickly jerked himself off, cum exploding all over his hand. Without his pubes to catch it, some cum dripped down to the floor.

"Eew, you got it on the carpet," Kevin said. "Lick it off. Your hands too."

Well, I guess it won't be the first time. Jordan licked it up off the floor, then licked his fingers clean. He really didn't like the taste. A few drops from Kevin's dick was one thing, but the amount he himself produced was way too much.

Kevin was happy seeing how well his training of Jordan was working. He didn't need Mr. Jones to help him. The toys were nice though.

"Good boy Jordy," Kevin said, patting him on the head.

Jordan felt a little a shiver of pleasure run through him at the same time. Jordan wondered in horror if he was being trained like a dog. He'd learned about Pavlovian conditioning in school.

When Jordan's dick was soft, Kevin quickly slipped the cage on Jordan. It squished his dick into a little nub. Kevin put the padlock on, locking it in place.

"Well, can you get out?" he asked.

Jordan wiggled it around but couldn't get it off. "OK, it fits, I'll unlock it now Master."

Jordan held out his hand for the key.

"Oh yeah right, like I'm going to unlock you, honestly Jordy." Kevin put the keys in his pocket. "I'll hide these somewhere safe later. This should put an end to you playing with yourself in the shower. You waste too much time on that."

Jordan was crushed, mentally and physically. He'd had a hard time cumming before, and now who knew how long it'd be before he was free again. A horrifying thought occurred to him. Kevin wouldn't just leave him like this forever, would he? He looked over at Kevin, who was now pulling other toys out of the box. Yeah, Kevin probably would leave him like this. He'd have to be good to try and get on Kevin's good side, but staying on Kevin's good side was basically his life now anyway.

***

"Kevin, can you make Jordy mow the lawn?"

"Sure Dad!"

Kevin finally had a reason to try extending the leash. Kevin's parents had a fairly big fenced-in back yard. Kevin put a wooden stack into the middle of the yard. Then he was able to concentrate on extending the leash as Jordan walked to the edge of the yard. Once Jordan had enough leash to reach everywhere in the backyard, Kevin left him to it. Jordan was forced to mow the lawn in his underwear too. At least the backyard was fenced in.

In 45 minutes, that was done. Jordan was dripping with sweat. His PAW Patrol underwear (white with red) was damp.

He waited by the back door for Kevin to come get him. Eventually he did. But Kevin just grabbed the mower, put the bracelet on, and took Jordan to the front yard.

"But I'm in my underwear Master, I'll get in trouble for indecent exposure!"

"Jordan, in this reality no one cares about that. As long as you have a collar on, it's fine." He staked Jordan down in the front yard and left him there to finish up.

Jordan almost finished with no one walking by, but his luck ran out when two little kids biked down the sidewalk. It was two little boys, maybe 7 or 8 years old. Just keep going, Jordan thought. But they stopped and got off their bikes.

"You're that slave!" the first boy said.

"Yeah, hashtag Jordy!" laughed the second boy.

"What hash tag?" Jordan asked.

"Jordy!" the first kid replied.

"Wow, my mom wears underwear like that!" the second boy said.

"Just go away!" Jordan said.

"Dad says slaves have to listen to normal people, and we better not become slaves or he'll get rid of us!"

"Your dad's not here, go away," Jordan told them.

"Dumb slave," one said.

Jordan turned around then one of the kids reached out and pulled Jordan's underwear down and slapped his ass.

"Little shits," Jordan said, pulling up his underwear.

The boys were laughing as they biked away.

Well, at least they hadn't seen his caged dick.

***

While Jordan was mowing the lawn, Kevin was busy planning what was next for Jordan. The array of toys provided by Mr. Jones gave him a lot to choose from, but Kevin's eyes kept returning to the dildo. It was shaped like a real dick, and quite a large one. He had a bit of alone time so why not?

He got it out and used some of the lube provided by Mr. Jones. Kevin pushed it into his ass. Wow, that hurt! Maybe a smaller one would be better. Or maybe Kevin was just meant to be on top.

Kevin cleaned the dildo off and went back to the toys.

Well, the obvious choice for Jordan was one of the butt plugs since it would be with him all day. Kevin got hard thinking about Jordan walking around with one of those.

And Kevin was very interested in playing with the restraints. He pictured having the older boy spreadeagled on his bed. He heard the lawn mower shut off, so it was time to go get Jordy.

***

When Jordan was done mowing the lawn, he was ready to just chill out. But Kevin wanted to take it up a notch.

"Here, lay on the bed, face down."

Jordan did so, not liking where this was going. Kevin attached his arms to leather cuffs and attached them to the top posts on the bed. Kevin quickly pulled off Jordy's underwear and then restrained his ankles too. Then Kevin slipped a bright pink blindfold over Jordy's eyes. Finally, he gave Jordy a little pat on his smooth bottom.

Kevin spent a few moments admiring the naked teen bound to the bed in front of him. All mine. he thought. Kevin realized at that moment that he really liked the look of Jordan's ass. It was so … perky.

Snapping out of his reverie, Kevin got out the lube and a butt plug. The smallest out of a set of three, Kevin didn't want to hurt Jordy. Too much.

Kevin pulled apart Jordy's ass cheeks and stared in fascination at the puckered hole. It was mesmerizing to Kevin, seeing the most intimate part of the teen like this. Once again Kevin couldn't believe how lucky he was, owning the older teen's perfect bottom, all his to do whatever he wanted with.

"What are you doing Master?" Jordy asked.

"Just trying out this new butt plug," Kevin said.

Then he slicked up the plug. He also pressed his finger into Jordy's chute and boy wasn't that a good feeling? He rubbed the lube in.

"Well, I don't want a plug in me Master," he said.

"Some people must like it or why would they make them?"

"I'm not one of them Master," Jordy told him.

"Don't knock it till you try it," Kevin replied.

What was Jordan going to do, walk away? He decided he'd at least not embarrass himself. He'd take it like a man.

Kevin pressed the plug against Jordan's hole and slowly pressed in. Jordan's hole gave way and the plug pushed its way into him. Jordan was resisting but he couldn't hold it back. Suddenly it was all the way in, and Jordan's sphincter was wrapped tight around the narrow part of the plug.

"Ungh," Jordan grunted a little as his anus tightened back up around it.

Kevin admired his handy work, gave Jordy another pat on the bottom, then started unrestraining him.

"I like these leather restraints, it was fun pinning you down."

Jordy had no comment for that. "So, when can I take this thing out Master?"

"Um, wear it until bed tonight. Then I'm going to want you to put it in before school tomorrow."

Jordy threw up his hands in disgust but wisely stayed quiet. Maybe Kevin would forget in the morning.

"Now," Kevin began, sitting on the bed and sliding his pants and underwear down. "You know what to do."

He pointed to his boner, then made a dick sucking gesture with his hand in front of his mouth.

Jordy crawled over and got to work. As he kneeled there licking and sucking twelve-year old cock, Jordy could feel the butt plug filling his hole. He was filled from both ends for the first time, but not the last.

Chapter Seven

On Monday morning, as ordered, Jordy lubed up the butt plug and forced it into his ass. Putting the plug in himself was uncomfortable, but at least he was able to go slower than Kevin had. It was awkward walking around with it inside him. He was sick of it by the time they made it to school. His hole hurt like hell by the time lunch rolled around.

His cock cage wasn't any better. Yesterday he'd had a little piss dribble out after he pulled his underwear back up, and it looked like he wet himself, so today he was making sure to piss sitting down so he could dry himself with toilet paper. Just one more indignity to suffer through.

Kevin was so childishly excited about his new toys that he just had to tell Dylan about them at lunch, while Jordy listened on in horror.

"Oh my god, you have something in your butt?" Dylan and the other boys started laughing.

Jordy just kept his head down and ignored them. What was the point in arguing with that little jackass Dylan anyway?

"Can we see it?" asked Ben.

"Sure, Ben wants to see boys naked like usual," Dylan said, trying to hide how badly he wanted to see it too.

"Sure, let's go to the bathroom!" Kevin said.

The group of boys walked to the bathroom, bringing Jordy with them.

"OK Jordy, pull 'em down," Dylan said once the bathroom door closed behind them.

Jordan looked to Kevin, who nodded. Jordan felt a sharp itch in his asshole, a reminder from Kevin to play along willing before he had to embarrass himself. He dropped his pants and pulled his underwear down. At least he was wearing the good boy underwear today instead of the lingerie. All the boys leaned in close for a look at the little cage.

"Look at that nub!"

"He has no pubes either?"

"Nope, permanently removed, right Jordy?" asked Kevin.

Inside his head Jordy was thinking about how much he hated this situation, but out loud he only said, "Yes Master."

Another round of laughter at that.

Dylan reached out and tugged at the cage, hurting Jordan's dick in the process. The little bastard stared Jordan in the eyes as he did it. Jordan considered telling Dylan to fuck off. But it wouldn't be worth it, would it? He knew Kevin would make him regret it if he did.

"Now bend over!" Ben said, with much enthusiasm.

Jordy leaned over, exposing his bare ass to the boys.

"Spread em!"

Jordan pulled his cheeks apart. The boys stared in quiet fascination at the black butt plug.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," said Jordy, although he should have kept his mouth shut 'cause they just laughed at him more.

"You're the luckiest boy in the world Kevin," said Ben.

***

All week Kevin made Jordy suck his dick. Jordy's mouth was his new favorite toy. Jordy sucked cock in the morning before school, immediately after school, before bed. Even in the bathroom at school a few times. It's hard to suck dick quietly, so of course anyone who walked in the bathroom could hear Jordy slurping on Kevin's dick in the stall.

Kevin thought there was no better feeling than having your dick sucked, but he remembered seeing Jordy's ass when he'd had him restrained on the bed.

When Friday rolled around, Kevin decided it was time to tap that.

***

As usual, as soon as he stepped through the front door, Jordy unbuttoned his pants and shirt and took them off. Socks too. Then he carried his clothes up to Kevin's room.

"OK Jordy, underwear off."

Jordy groaned. "Yes, Master."

He quickly took his underwear off. It was the girly underwear, because he'd made Kevin angry yesterday when he laughed at Kevin for spelling a word wrong on his homework.

Kevin thought about how he wanted it. The restraints were hot and he hadn't used them all week.

"Lay down on the bed face down."

Kevin got the restraints out of his toy box.

Kevin quickly had Jordy spreadeagled, arms and legs secured to the bed posts. Kevin quickly undressed himself, cock throbbing. He had an idea. He opened his backpack and took out his dirty gym underwear. "Jordy, I got you a new hat!"

Kevin put his sweaty underwear right on Jordy's head.

"Ew, gross!"

But Jordy's reaction just made Kevin laugh. All Jordy could smell now was the overwhelming scent of boy sweat. His vision was obscured too.

Then Kevin crawled up on the bed and laid on top of Jordy. The full body skin to skin contact felt amazing. Jordy's body was so warm! Kevin hugged the older boy tight, breathing in the smell of him.

"What are you doing?" Jordy asked, then winced as he felt a riding crop strike his ass. Kevin liked the way Jordy jumped when he did that. "Master, I mean, what are you doing Master?"

"I think you can guess Jordy."

Jordy could indeed guess. He didn't want to get fucked. Yet here he was, firmly stuck here. Even if he wasn't restrained Kevin could just punish him until he lay still and took it. Fuck my life, he thought.

Kevin reached out and picked up the bottle of lube he now kept on his nightstand. Kevin's senses felt heightened now. The feel of Jordy below him, the feel of the lube bottle in his hand, the sound as the lid opened, the smell of lube when he squirted it onto his hand. His senses were filled with it.

Kevin leaned back, sitting on Jordy's legs, and lubed up his stiff cock. He worked a little lube into Jordy's tight ass too. Kevin was in a hurry now, desperate to feel Jordy's insides with the most sensitive part of his own body.

He ran his short dick up and down Jordy's crack, searching for the opening. Eventually he found it, and pressed in.

All of a sudden, Kevin's dick slid right in and soon his dick was all the way in. His slim boyish hips were right against Jordy's ass. Kevin had never felt so close to Jordy, and he sat there, enjoying this perfect moment.

Jordy felt it too. Like a warm feeling in his own caged dick. He was straining against his small cage now. Was he actually enjoying this?

Kevin slid back slowly, then back in slowly and oh, if felt so good! He started fucking Jordy faster then. He couldn't go deep, but he made up for it by going fast.

To his surprise, Jordy felt like he was in heaven. He could feel it in his dick like he was fucking someone. So intense, waves of it running through him, making him shudder. He realized this must be an effect of the collar, letting him feel Kevin's pleasure. And he could feel Kevin's dick sliding in and out, could feel Kevin's hips smashing up against his ass cheeks. Kevin's body heat was building too, and Jordy could feel it radiating off the younger boy.

Jordy gasped and moaned as with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, loudest off all the slapping sound as Kevin repeatedly slammed into Jordy. Kevin was mostly laying over Jordy now, holding himself up with his hands, hips thrusting in and out as fast as he could go.

Kevin's orgasm built and built and built, getting stronger and stronger. The moment stretched out, and both boys could feel it. Finally, Kevin came inside Jordy. At the same time, Jordy came in his cage, without ever even touching his dick.

Kevin laid all the way down on Jordy once again, panting, catching his breath.

"Wow, that was …" Kevin was grinning, lost for words.

Is this what being high was like? He knew that Jordy had orgasmed too, having felt it through the a'dam.

"You liked that?" Kevin asked.

"Yes, Master, that was the best thing I've ever felt! I think I was feeling what you were feeling."

Despite being unhappy with his situation, Jordy was still a teenage boy, who'd never had sex, and what he had just felt had blown his mind. He knew he wanted it again.

"That's so cool!" Kevin said. "I thought that might work. I was able to make what I was feeling reflect back on you."

For his part, Jordy was glad to get off for once. His cage, and the sheets, were gooey with cum.

"Um, can you let me up, Master?"

Kevin was still in a warm glow.

"Maybe, or maybe I'll leave you there for later. Would you like to get fucked liked that again today?"

Jordy wanted to lie, and say he never wanted it again. But…it had felt way too good to turn down. Fuck, why is this happening to me?

Kevin looked down at Jordy, still sitting there on the bed, and felt very satisfied with himself. I just had sex! he thought. And I can do that whenever I want.

Chapter Eight

At Kevin's soccer practice the next day, Jordan was left sitting on the sidelines again. He was napping on the grass when he was woken up by Andy looming over him.

"Hey Jordy, how's it going?" Andy asked.

"Oh, you know, just … hanging out," Jordy said, trying not to seem too depressed. "Hey, can you take me for a walk?" Then he cringed from how pathetic that sounded.

"You're really bored huh?"

"You have no idea. Kevin put a time limit on my phone, and I already used all my time for today."

"Are you allowed to call him Kevin?" Andy asked.

"Well yeah, if you don't tell on me."

Andy laughed. "OK, no problem." Andy waved Kevin over.

"Hi Andy, do you want to take Jordy here for a walk?" Kevin asked.

"Yep."

"OK. He's been good today, so you can take him." Jordy's face burned. "And if you want a blowjob, just ask him, he's getting pretty good and he might like someone more creamy!"

Jordan groaned. Did Kevin really have to say that? At least Andy would say no.

"Um…maybe," Andy said, and he sounded like he was actually considering it.

Fucking great.

"Jordy, behave for Andy!" And Kevin ran off back to practice.

***

The walk was a bit less awkward this time. They were both getting used to the new normal.

Andy was curious about Jordy giving blowjobs now.

"So, what's it like sucking dick?"

"Um, I'm not a fan," Jordy replied. "But honestly it's not that bad. The little squirt only squirts a little."

"Well … will you give me one?" Andy asked hopefully.

God damn it, Jordy thought, why did Andy have to ask? Now it seemed like Andy was trying to be nice and give him a way out, but Jordy couldn't exactly say no, because Kevin might ask him and it was basically impossible to lie to Kevin since he'd gotten so familiar with the a'dam. Fuck! He'd have to say yes now.

"What's wrong?" Andy asked.

"Nothing," Jordan snapped. "I'll do it. Let's go over there."

Jordan led Andy to a cluster of bushes. There was no one around so they should be safe there.

Jordy got on his knees in front of his best friend.

"So do I just …" Andy said.

"Pull them down."

Andy dropped his pants and underwear. His surprisingly long dick popped out, ready to go.

"Wow," said Jordy. Jordy saw Andy's pubes, reminding him that he'd never have any of his own again.

Jordy's mouth engulfed Andy's member. He did his best to make his friend happy. He didn't like giving head, but if he was going to do it, he at least didn't want Andy to think he was bad at it.

Jordy could really feel the size difference. His mouth had to stay open much farther to hold Andy's cock. He relaxed his throat to let it in further. He gagged a few times on it, but managed to get it under control.

Soon, Andy was cumming in Jordy's mouth. Jordy was surprised by how much gushed out, but he was so used to swallowing now he didn't even think of spitting any out.

"That was better than winning in Fortnite!" Andy said.

"I wouldn't know, I've never had my dick sucked." Jordy couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"Well … I could do you?" Andy asked. "I mean, you'd have to promise not to tell anyone."

Jordy felt his trapped cock straining. Too bad he didn't have the key. "Um… No, I'd rather not." He'd rather not have Andy see his cage.

"Why not? I can feel your arousal through the a'dam you know."

"Can you not say stuff like that? God, it's so embarrassing having people read my emotions. I already have so little privacy."

"Um yeah, cause you're a slave, why would a slave need privacy?" Andy asked this like it was obvious.

"Not you too!" Now Jordy had to listen to this 'you're a slave now' crap coming from Andy?

"This is what I get for trying to be nice to you," Andy said. "You really can't be friends with a slave, just like the saying goes."

"Fuck you, you piece of shit!" Jordy shouted. "I can't believe you're saying this after I just gave you a blowjob!"

Andy started walking back to the soccer field, forcing Jordy to follow.

Jordy was still pissed though, and he made a big mistake.

"And also, you're a fucking fag for wanting me to blow your pathetic dick!" It actually felt good to unleash his anger on someone who wouldn't punish him.

Too bad Andy had limits to what he would tolerate from his former friend.

Andy turned around. "You think you're some big man, always have. You think I haven't been angry at you over the years? You were a jerk to Kevin, why do you think you ended up as his slave? Karma's a bitch. I don't have to put up with lip from you anymore. Take your shirt off."

"No!" Jordy said, not realizing he was in deep shit.

"OK, let's see if I can use this thing." Andy pictured a swarm of fire ants biting Jordy.

Some instinctive reaction kicked in and Jordy started panicking. He was being bitten all over! He shrieked and pulled his shirt off. It didn't stop. "Andy, please!"

"Take off your pants, shoes, and socks."

Jordy quickly compiled, praying the bites would stop.

"Underwear around your ankles!" Andy commanded.

Jordy dropped his good boy underwear to his ankles. Andy stopped the phantom biting then.

"Now, walk back, I'll follow."

"Like this?" Jordy asked incredulously.

Andy reached out his hand and slapped Jordy's firm butt.

"Now!"

Andy's anger was still burning while Jordy was only feeling humiliation.

Andy scooped up the fallen clothes and shoes and followed after.

Jordy was moving so slow, having to take little shuffling steps to avoid tripping himself on the underwear around his ankles. He could feel the wind blowing on his genitals. He felt exposed and humiliated.

Eventually they made it back to the soccer field and Andy threw the bracelet down.

"Thanks for the blowjob, cocksucker!"

And he stormed off, dropping Jordy's clothes outside of leash range.

Aware that the soccer players were all staring, Jordy quickly pulled up his underwear and sat down in the grass.

Kevin ran after Andy to hear what had happened. Jordy was insulted that Kevin wouldn't ask him.

Kevin walked over to Jordy. "Jordy, bad boy! You shouldn't say things like that to your friend!"

Jordy just ignored him.

Kevin picked up the bracelet, and Jordy flinched, expecting to get punished any minute.

Kevin actually felt bad for Jordy once he sensed his emotions. But what had Mr. Jones said? Kevin was the master, not Jordy's feelings.

"You're misbehaving in front of Andy. Maybe you think you don't have to listen to other people besides me, but you do!"

Kevin picked up his backpack and stuffed Jordy's clothes and shoes inside, then pulled out the ball gag with the holes in it and threw it at Jordy.

"Put it on!" Jordy quickly complied. "We're leaving."

Jordy had to run after Kevin's bike all the way home, wearing just his white Power Rangers underwear, ball gag leaving his mouth gaping open.

Probably the worst part is that he saw people slowing down their cars to look at him.

And as that was happening Jordy was thinking about how there was no one who could stop any of this. Kevin was legally within his rights to punish him like this, humiliate him, force him to give his former best friend a blowjob. No one was coming to save him and now he'd just lost the only person who'd shown him any sympathy. This world was insane to think what was happening now was OK. Or maybe Jordy had gone insane.

They were almost home. Jordy was running in the grass along the sidewalk as much as possible to save his bare feet.

When they made it to Kevin's house, Jordy saw his own mom across the street, mail in hand, staring. Jordy made eye contact, pleading for help with his eyes, but she just turned around and went in the house.

***

At home, Kevin fucked Jordy. He made Jordy lay down on his back, legs up around Kevin's shoulders. Unlike the previous night, this time Kevin didn't let his own pleasure reflect through the a'dam to Jordy, so Jordy was just getting fucked and getting nothing in return except a sore bottom. It hurt a lot too, Jordy was wincing from the pain. Jordy figured Kevin was adding extra pain with the a'dam because there's no way Kevin's preteen cock should have hurt that much.

Kevin made Jordy wear the gag for a few more hours, until he finally took it off so Jordy could give him a blowjob.

***

On Monday, Kevin made Jordy wear the gag all day at school.

"Speaking is a privilege not a right," Kevin said, imitating an adult.

Jordy even had to skip lunch. He couldn't concentrate on anything because of the pain in his jaw.

The science teacher called on Jordy during class. "Jordy, do you know what this part of the cell is called? What, nothing to say? OK then."

The class laughed.

***

After school, Kevin had Dylan over to play games. Jordy was not pleased when Dylan walked through the door, but he tried to just ignore the little asshole.

"Nice undies Jordy!" Dylan said. Jordan looked down and remembered he was wearing his bad boy panties. Fuck.

"Kevin, I was thinking we'd play a shooter game," Dylan said. "Jordy blows whoever got a kill last. First one to cum in his mouth wins!"

Kevin got excited. "That's awesome, let's do it!"

The boys slid their pants and underwear off and sat down. They started to play, and pretty soon Dylan got the first kill. "Get over here slaveboy."

Jordy crawled over and started sucking Dylan's dick. God, he was actually sucking Dylan's dick. And that mades three cock's in his mouth now. How soon until he lost count? Kevin hadn't even had to punish him to make him do it.

Kevin killed Dylan and Jordy quickly switched from one little dick to another.

He switched back and forth a few times until finally Dylan killed Kevin five times in a row, which was apparently enough for Dylan to cum in Jordy's mouth. He produced a little more than Kevin, but not by much.

Jordy swallowed and backed off. "Wait," Dylan said. "Since I won, can he keep his mouth on me while we play?" he asked Kevin.

"I guess so," Kevin said, a little resentfully.

Reluctantly, Jordy remained kneeling there in front of Dylan with boycock in his mouth.

They played for a long time. Jordy's mouth ached from keeping his mouth on Dylan. And Dylan spent most of that time hard. Jordy couldn't help but swallow occasionally, or move his tongue, and that plus the heat of Jordy's mouth, kept Dylan hard almost the whole time.

Dylan didn't play well during that time. He was too busy looking down at the older boy between his legs. His dick was in someone else's mouth, and it was like nothing he'd ever felt. And he loved having a teenager down on the ground before him, completely subservient, especially when that teen was a total dickhead like Jordy. Dylan would pat Jordy on the head occasionally or tap Jordy to get him to look up and make eye contact.

Eventually the boys did stop their game. Jordy had to suck both of them off before Dylan finally went home.

***

Jordy was tired of it. Tired of this life. Sure, getting fucked was great, but Jordy wanted to be the one doing the fucking for once. He wanted control of his own destiny, and now he didn't even have control of what he did after school, or the clothes he wore, or what he put in his orifices.

That's why he was immediately interested in the private message he got on social media Thursday afternoon, from someone called BrADBOY. [We can help you. Contact us if you want to be free.]

Could it be true? A way out? Jordy had to try. He typed out a reply quickly, heart pounding. [Yes, I'm interested.]

Chapter Nine

At school the next day, Jordy put his escape plan into action.

"Master, I don't want to eat lunch today, not with Dylan. Can you please leave me in the bathroom?"

"Really?" Kevin looked at him searchingly. "OK, I guess." His tone of voice implied Jordy was being weird.

Jordy tried to keep his thoughts calm and not give anything away.

Kevin took Jordy into the bathroom and left him there, bracelet attached to a urinal.

Phase one complete. Now he just had to see if they'd show.

A few minutes later the door opened. It was another kid around Kevin's age, dressed in cheap worn-out old clothes.

"Good, you're here! I'm Bradley and I'm here to rescue you."

This kid, really? He supposed he was in no position to be picky.

"Thank you so much for doing this. The-" Jordy choked up a little, unable to believe this was happening.

He indicated the bracelet resting on the urinal.

Bradley quickly picked it up and snapped it on his wrist. "Woah, these really work. I can feel your emotions."

"Um, yeah, sure do. Haven't you done this before?"

"Oh no, it's a new thing I'm trying out. Helping people, I mean." Bradley was smiling.

Well, that inspired a lot of confidence. "And you can free me?"

"Quick, let's go before they notice. Just act natural." Bradley walked out of the bathroom, Jordy trailing behind.

The halls were mostly empty with everyone eating lunch, but he was afraid they looked very suspicious.

They quickly made it outside and started walking through the parking lot and down the street. Jordy stayed close so the leash wouldn't be noticeable to passing cars. The school was set on a very large block in the middle of a bunch of houses.

The younger boy Bradley led Jordy to a little yellow house a few streets away.

Waiting inside was another boy, a little older than Bradley. "I got him Dean!" said Bradley.

"Sweet!" Dean looked Jordy up and down.

Bradley turned to me. "Oh, give him your phone, we'll have to hide it so they can't track you."

Jordy quickly got out his phone and handed it over to Dean's outstretched hand. "Thanks for rescuing me, both of you."

Dean picked a hammer up off the table, set Jordy's phone down on the counter, and smashed it repeatedly.

"Wait!" Jordy cried, too late.

"Sorry, we need to ensure they can't track you," said Dean, although he didn't seem very sorry.

"You could have told me that," said Jordy, still upset.

"Well, you would have said yes eventually anyway, this was just saving time."

Jordy growled, but what was he going to do? Besides, they were probably right. "OK, so, do you have, like, tools or something to break the collar off?"

"Sure do, in the basement." Bradley pulled Jordy along to the basement door, with Dean following.

The basement was dark, and frankly, kind of sketchy. Bradley pulled the cord on the one light bulb. There was a disused bed there, and a bunch of old boxes.

"This is where you'll be staying, for now," said Bradley.

"Until your buyer gets here," Dean said. The door closed behind him.

"What the fuck do mean by that?" asked Jordy.

"How dumb are you slaveboy?" asked Dean. "Those collars don't come off. Didn't they tell you that? The material is indestructible, unless maybe we throw it into a volcano, and you with it."

Jordy was speechless.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do," said Bradley. "Take you to the forest and leave you to fend for yourself? You'd starve unless we dropped your bracelet off on a pile of canned food."

Jordy was scared now. "Well let me go! I don't want to be sold!"

"Should have thought about that earlier," said Bradley.

"You little shits, I'll kill-ahh!" Jordy felt a whip hard on his ass. Then another. Then another. He fell to his knees. "Stop!" Then one that punched across his face.

"Wow, you've got to try this! I can make him feel anything," Bradley said to Dean.

"Scorpion stings!" Dean suggested.

Jordy felt a sharp biting pain right on his dick. He shrieked and fell on his side, holding his crotch.

"Dean, I got him right on the dick with that. Look at him."

"Uncle Joe was right, tricking slaves is easy money."

"I bet we'll get thousands for him!" Bradley jumped with excitement.

Dean pulled down his pants and underwear, dick springing up. "Suck it bitch. Or I'm going to take your bracelet from my younger brother, and you'll be begging him to take you back."

"Wait," Jordy said. "You can still return me to the school. Honestly, I won't tell on you." He looked up at Dean, hopefully.

"Give him a few more stings, Bradley."

Jordy felt a sting right in his eye. He clutched it, now crying from the pain.

"Now get over here, or me and Bradley will have to have a competition to see who can come up with the worst punishments."

At this point, blowjobs were just part of Jordy's skill set. He'd rather do that than lay here getting scorpion stings all afternoon.

He crawled over to Dean and got to work.

"Yeah, we're going to find a nice rich buyer," said Bradley. "Our uncle's a fence for the mob. He can sell anything. Or anyone."

Who were these kids? Oh fuck, Jordy didn't want to be sent somewhere else. It'd probably be a different country to make it harder for the authorities to find him.

"Yeah, and our uncle says slaves like you usually get their dicks removed. How would you like that?" asked Dean. "Bradley, this slave sucks cock so good. You've got to try this!"

There was a loud woody thud upstairs, followed by the sound of many footsteps in the house. Dean looked up fearfully and turned, his dick plopping out of Jordy's mouth. "Oh shit," he said.

"Freeze, it's the police!"

Jordy felt a wave of relief. He was rescued!

***

The police hauled off Dean and Bradley, leaving Kevin with Jordy, out on the front porch of the yellow house.

Kevin was so relieved when he put the bracelet on and reconnected with Jordy. The police spent 10 minutes questioning Jordy after that. Kevin heard from a tearful Jordy how he plotted to escape and thought these two kidnapping boys could free him. The police left master and slave alone on the front porch.

"So, are you OK Jordy?" Kevin asked.

"Oh god Kevin, Master, it was horrible. They were going to sell me." Jordy hugged Kevin.

Kevin hugged him back. He'd been so close to losing Jordy. Jordy was such an important part of his life now. Jordy was HIS.

"I'm glad I didn't lose you." Kevin stepped back. "But why? Why did you contact them?"

"Don't be mad at me Master … but I hate this. I want to be free again." Jordy couldn't meet Kevin's eyes now.

"Hey, we're both in this together, remember? It hurts me as much as it hurts you."

Jordy didn't have anything to say to that. This is it, he realized. I'm not getting out of this. Kevin's my master and I just need to accept it. The best I can hope for now is just another master, and at least Kevin cares about me. He'd have to make the best of this situation.

"So, I'm going to have to keep you from getting away again," said Kevin. "Your cell was smashed. You aren't getting another one, not any time soon. I don't trust you."

Jordy's face fell. His phone was his only escape, his only remaining link to his old life. He didn't even wear his old clothes anymore.

"And it's too easy for you to blend in as you are," Kevin continued. "You need to stand out. From now on, you walk around in your underwear. Everywhere. Unless it's cold out, we'll have to find you something bright to wear in those cases."

Jordy just nodded his acceptance. What else could he do?

"Pants and shirt in here," Kevin said, holding out his backpack.

Jordy hastily complied, undoing the buttons on his shirt. After taking his pants off he put his shoes back on. It was already a little cold at this time of the year. But he was really in no position to argue after his escape attempt.

"But Master, how did the police find us so quick?" asked Jordy.

"I knew you were up to something. When I have the bracelet on, I can tell when you're hiding something. So, I followed you."

Jordy had never had a chance, had he?

They headed home.

Epilogue – One Year Later

You learn to enjoy the little things when you have nothing else, and slaves have less than anyone. After a year as a slave, Jordy had learned to enjoy many things he would have once been disgusted by.

One of those little things was making his master wake up squealing by tonguing his little anus. Master was asleep on his side and Jordy pulled back the blankets. Master always slept nude now, to give Jordy easy access. Jordy spread Master's cheeks and stuck his tongue out, licking across his hole. He winced a little at the taste. Master clearly hadn't showered in a while. Oh well, it was worth it when he heard the sounds Master made. He'd get a good boy for sure after this.

Jordy stuck his tongue in nice and deep. Not for the first time he wondered what it'd be like to put his dick in there. Not that he'd ever get to stick his dick in anything. His master would watch Jordy shower once a week and unlock his cock cage long enough for him to wash it, then he'd turn on the cold water until Jordy's cock shrank enough to put the cage back on.

On Jordy's birthday, Master was nice enough to let Jordy jerk himself off, although he had to do it while receiving his birthday fucking. Master liked the way Jordy's chute would convulse during Jordy's orgasm. And jerking off while Master was reflecting his own pleasure back thru the a'dam had been such an overwhelming pleasure that Jordy was practically insensate after.

Remembering his birthday fucking made him stiffen in his cage.

Master rolled over so his stiff dick was facing Jordy. He dutifully swallowed it. He didn't give a blowjob, just held it in his mouth. After a few seconds, Master's stream of acrid morning piss started flowing. Jordy was very experienced now, he'd never let any drip out of his mouth onto the bed. Well, it'd happened once before, and his punishment for that had been very … memorable.

One of the little things Jordy now enjoyed was drinking Master's piss after lunch. Nice and warm watery and with a sweet flavor, so much better than what was coming out now after a night of sleep. But Jordy did his job and drank it all down.

"Good boy," Master said sleepily. There it was! Jordy enjoyed the pleasure he got from hearing that. It wasn't as good as when Master orgasmed, but it was still worth earning.

Jordy craved hearing good boy from his Master. He found himself looking to Master for approval anytime he did something good. He'd show Master his test scores, or tell him he had his homework done. He kept Master's room tidy, did all the household chores.

After Master finished peeing, Jordy could see the leash extending out an additional 15 feet or so, allowing him the range needed to take a piss himself. He went to the bathroom, did his business, and took a shower. Master might occasionally skip bathing himself, but he wanted Jordy as clean as possible at all times. Getting dressed after a shower was always easy, just slip on the appropriate underwear and he was good to go.

Later that morning after breakfast, Master Kevin let Jordy know his jobs for the day.

"Mr. Nelson next door wants his lawn mowed, he's giving me $30," Master said. Jordy's face fell. Mr. Nelson's yard was huge, and he'd sit in a chair the whole time watching Jordy. "Oh, and Andy's coming over to get you this afternoon. He's having friends over and wants some entertainment."

Jordy practically jumped with excitement. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. He liked seeing his former friend, and Andy always spoiled Jordy when they fucked, bleeding over way more pleasure than Master thought was good for Jordy. And Jordy preferred being fucked by something a little more weighty now and then, something that could really hit the spot. His first loyalty was to Master Kevin though.

Andy would sometimes share Jordy with their classmates, but he was used to that by now. You have to enjoy the little things, like getting to see your former friends faces, even if it's while you're on your back, with them holding your legs up.

When all you have is being a slave, you have to learn to love the small things. Jordy's life was filled with small things now, and Jordy had learned to enjoy every one of them.

Kevin's life was also filled with small things that brought him pleasure. Like not having to pause his video game to take a bathroom break. Not having to fold laundry, or mow the lawn. The cash Jordy's odd jobs and sexual services could bring in. Jordy even did Kevin's homework most of the time. Kevin was living the good life. None of that came close to the satisfaction of seeing how obedient and well-behaved Jordy had become. He used to be such a wild teenager, brash and arrogant, and now he was just a nice little slave for Kevin to use.

***

When Jordy got back from mowing the neighbor's lawn, he had good news. "Master, I mowed his back yard with my underwear off. I knew he'd like it. He gave me an extra $10 to give you!" Jordy looked at Master expectantly.

Kevin pretended not to notice the look on the slave's face. Jordy whined a little. Finally, Kevin relented. "Good boy Jordy!" Kevin said, patting Jordy on the head. Jordy grinned. Kevin still loved having that effect on the older boy.

"One more thing before Andy gets here," Kevin said.

"Yes, Master?"

"Get on the bed, I want the first fuck today and I think you've earned a good one." Kevin hardened up seeing Jordy quickly comply.

Jordy enjoyed the small things, like his young master's cock warming his hole up for the day. Another day as a slave was off to a good start.

The End