Chapter 1
Life In Our New Home

We'd been in the house for just about 6 months. Jimmy used to be called Dickcheese at the institute. The institute had always renamed boys when they arrived for slave training. He hated it at first, but got used to it after hearing it so much. Masters generally change slave's name when they buy or win them at auction. I decided to use his birth name after he became my very own beautiful slave boy. After being called Dickcheese for years, he wasn't comfortable being called Jimmy again. He had actually forgotten he had a birth name at first, and then he sort of remembered. He finally did get used to me calling him Jimmy.

I have loosened the strict rules and protocols, except when I have Masters over from the Institute. Then he must follow all his rules and protocols when they are present. They sometimes also bring their slaves. That was totally new for everyone, as slaves never left the Institute. That was, until I bought this house. All us Masters would meet on campus. When transporting the slaves, they were caged in the back of the SUVs that the institute made available for Masters. Most slaves are hooded so they are unable to see out. Some Masters put a black sheet over the cages in the back of the SUVs instead.

Jimmy and I had been adjusting to living there in our, new to us, home. I still worked at the institute as Senior Master for Innovation and Productivity. I liked my new job, but I truly missed training slaves personally. I had been asked to look at what we could change that would make our slave training programs more efficient. I also looked at what we could change to help the boys acclimatize to their new lives and status faster.

Jimmy started home schooling when we moved in and was doing well. He didn't say anything, but he let me know he was only doing it since I had ordered him to graduate high school. I know he was thinking he was not worthy enough for such a privilege that superior free people had. He was 13 or 14 then, and he was finishing the 4^{th and} 5^th grade level classes. He was always very diligent in his studies, as he was with everything he did actually. Jimmy was slaving at the Institute as a Kitchen slave, outdoor Labor slave, and filled in in other areas when needed. When he was not needed, he was caged. However, he was able to have school work with him in the cage in my office.

He had been in a chastity cage for 3 or so years by then, however I do remove it once in a while. He did have prostrate orgasms, but I wanted him to have orgasms by my mouth, hands, or vibrator as well. He was never unlocked when he was at the Institute. He had been originally locked up as soon as he started to enter puberty, so he hadn't known what it felt like to jerk off. Actually, he had never even felt his own stiff dick. He still refers to his dick as a clit, and his balls, as ovaries, and his asshole as his cunt, just as he was trained to refer to them. He has tits and I adore the way his nipples stick out nicely. He was and remained a beautiful boy, well teenager by then.

I was still feeding him the slave chow he always had, but once we moved here I had to purchase it from the institute. The slave chow was crunchy nuggets that fulfilled the complete nutritional needs for a slave. It doesn't have much flavor, and what there is is not good, but you could always add something to give it flavor if you wished to do so. He got piss on it once in a while. I also get slave snack bars for infrequent snacks for him. As a result of the slave chow, he was always very healthy and lean. I love his thin body. He loves it too actually. He remains hair free from the ears down to this day. I really didn't know how much body hair he would have had, because he has never been allowed any. I did decide that he could have short hair on his head though. He went all those training years shaved bald, and I thought it would be a nice privilege to have just a little head hair, once he became my actual slave and we moved in here. He still is my morning urinal every morning. I have no idea if he has ever developed a taste for it.

He cared for the inside of the home. He did all the housework, the dusting, vacuuming, mopping, & cleaning, etc. We had a large pool in the back, but I had a service to handle its maintenance. I also had a company to handle the yard and plantings. I have a decent sized property about 12 acres. A lot of it was trees, so I had my own little forest behind the maintained yard. The house was set pretty far from the road so we had a large front yard with plenty of trees as well. You could not see the house from the road or gate.

I fenced and walled in the whole property after we moved in. Along the road I had a high brick wall built with a big heavy strong gate. It sends a signal beep when someone drives or walks up to the gate. People have to use the intercom for one of us to open the gate.

I use "I" when I refer to property, as Jimmy is still an owned slave, and slaves don't own anything, since they themselves are property of course. And besides, he is just so conditioned that he knows he can't own anything. Everything is mine, and I allow him to use some of it. I will keep it that way too. He will be my slave boy. But I had been trying get him to relax and try to be just a regular boy. He didn't understand that nor want to be free or have free people privileges. I love him so very much, and he loves me just as much. We had an instant bond or chemistry from the moment I saw him when he was brought in to the Institute for slave training. I was his Training Master.

He almost always has wrist and ankle restraints on 24/7. They looked so good on him. He wore them all the time before we moved here and I just didn't change that. He felt naked without them. I did take them off him when my father and his foster sons came down for visits. But after he shared his status with the boys, we no longer had to worry about it. He was also booted most of the time. His boots were tall and end at his knees. They were lockable and usually were. He definitely outgrew the boots he wore when he started his slave training at the age of 9. I bought his new boots from the institute as well. They are formidable and quite heavy.

We took part of the finished basement and made a sound proof dungeon that we used quite frequently. It had a full bath in it. We changed the half bath in the game room side to a full bath so there would be another bath for when the boys were here with my father. My original intention was for Jimmy to sleep in the dungeon, just as he did in the cottage during his training. However, I decided I wanted him near me at night.

At first he couldn't sleep at all without being in a sleeping cage, when we moved in here. I had to put one up in the bedroom. He felt safe and cared for sleeping in the cage. He slept very well at that point. It took some time to wean him off sleeping in it though. I transitioned him to sleeping on a padded mat on the floor next to the cage for a while. He was chained by his ankle at night to help him feel safe and loved.

I then transitioned him to sleep in my bed, and that was the biggest hurdle. He respectfully refused at first, as that was Master's bed and slaves don't use furniture and he never would have thought to share a bed with a Master. I wanted to cuddle and hug him so I insisted. He still had to have a chain locked on his ankle, although I switched to a steel cable that was easier and less clumsy and noisy. He needed and still is very happy being locked at night. He gets a spanking every night before bed. I believed it is another opportunity to keep bonding with each other. His pink or red ass is always so cute to boot.

He was still very energetic. He seemed to always be moving around doing his chores or classes. There were times when I would have liked him to try and watch TV as a treat or as a reward for doing so well. Other than baseball games and the videos, he usually just sat with his eyes diverted. I had BDSM videos from the 80s and 90s that I wanted to share with him. I almost had to put him in a straight jacket, bind his legs together to get him to settle down, and put a neck corset or posture collar so he had to watch one with me. The only TV he had ever seen were training videos.

He did much much better when he was active and working hard to please me. He always pleased me however. I do inspect his work to make sure he knows that I care about everything he does. I never wanted to take him for granted. Although he didn't have a choice of becoming a slave, I wanted him to still see me engaged with him, his chores, and his efforts. He liked when I followed up on his work. He took such pride and loved to show me the finished rooms.

We were both learning to cook. He was much more interested than I was. I had never really cooked prior to moving here. He, of course, was too young and short to cook much. But I did get him to make sandwiches for me and other easy meals. However, we don't have a convenient cafeteria available here like we did at the Institute. We did simple meals though, that we could both cook. He was picking it up well. I had bought him some beginner cook books, which he read through and was trying different recipes. He was still serving me and stood off to the side in case I ever need anything. After I finished, he cleaned up and filled his bowl with slave chow and ate. I still gave him his first piece to let him know it was time to eat.

My dad had learned to cook after he retired and opened his foster home/boy refuge house. Jimmy loved when they cooked together and my dad was teaching him and guiding him. He loved my father who he was calling "Master's Dad" but we changed it to Master Dad. I am always just "Master." I called my father Master Dad after I finished my slave training. He actually adopted me as I became a Training Master at a very young age. I never shared that with Jimmy though. I thought Master's Dad was clunky so I suggested he just call him Master Dad, if he wanted. My father never told Jimmy what to call him. I think my dad would have preferred to be "grandpa" actually.

I didn't really use the pool that much. Neither one of us swam at the Institute and Jimmy had forgotten whether he had gone before the Institute by now.. We both took "classes" when a staff member from work, who knows how to swim, came and gave us lessons. We did sit in the shallow end periodically. Sitting there in the warm water with him in my arms, was a lovely time for me. He would swim around some, but he loved to climb out and jump back in. He also used the slide. I don't know if he had ever used the diving board. I know I hadn't. He had never been in a pool that he could remember. I had never been in one either and I was 35 or so when we moved in. His restraints were heavy rubber so they could get wet and not have to be removed.

My dad's boys loved the pool and used it a lot. Some of the boys also went in without suits. My father wore one when he got in. The boys told me it was call skinny dipping. I loved sitting on the patio with my father watching them all have fun. I allowed Jimmy to join in once in a while when he was all caught up with his chores and school work. My Dad's boys pestered me for the longest time to allow Jimmy to join them. They are all around the same ages so didn't understand why Jimmy was not allowed to join them all the time. I did require Jimmy to use Sir, when talking to and of the boys. So the boys are "Sir Willie, Sir Simon, etc." for example. It made Jimmy continue to feel submissive to the free boys and showed them he respected them.

They were always trying to get him to play with them which made him anxious. He got confused and nervous if he should just do what they told him or if he needed to ask me. I spoke with the boys and told them on very rare occasions, I would let Jimmy join in their fun, but to please stop asking him directly. My father and I had not told them of his slave status at that time. I wanted them to come to me so I could make the decision and if I allowed him to participate, I would let them and Jimmy know. Then he was cornered that evening by the boys, wanting to know all about him. After a panic attack and crying and being scared, he told them everything. Things changed after that.

We had just finished dinner one night and I decided it was dungeon time. I told Jimmy to go to the dungeon and wait for me. I went upstairs and put on full rubber, shirt, pants, harnesses, gloves, boots, the whole nine yards. I went downstairs and walked into the dungeon. Jimmy was kneeling in the center of the room. I told him to stand and proceeded to put a rubber hood on him with eye, nose, and mouth openings. I put rubber chaps on him and a padded heavy rubber straight jacket.

God, he looked so good. I told him he was just as beautiful then as he was when we first met. I told him I didn't think I could love him any more than I did right then. His face just lit up and he sported his big wonderful smile that melts my heart. I told him to blow me. He knelt down and started making me feel wonderful. I told him he was still very talented going down on my cock. I told him he was doing very well. I was going to have to stop him soon. I didn't want to cum so quick. I needed to tap his glorious cunt.

I told him to hop up on the sling. I locked his ankles up. He was spread in all his glory. Just a handsome slave boy. I grabbed my key to his cage. It had been a several weeks since I made him cum. I unlocked his cage and removed it, and his clit sprang to life. It grew and became so hard his shaft skin was tight and shiny. I laid my hand on it. I used spit on my shaft and spit on his hole. I entered him in one thrust. He grunted and tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I started fucking him good and deep.

I looked down and his clit was still hard and showing veins and looking lovely. I started to slowly stroke him, while I was fucking him harder now. He was moaning all the time and grunted periodically. He was making precum that was dripping from his piss slit. I wanted him to come at the same time as me. I was trying to hold myself back. I had been going at it for half an hour or so and was getting ready to shoot my little swimmers up his cunt. I started to really jack my slave off and when he was looking like he was going to coat his chest with his cum, I let myself go too. It felt so amazing cumming at the same time and his cunt muscles were doing their magic on my cock.

He shouted, "Master oh, oh Master Sir!" several times until he came down from his orgasm. I just stayed in to the hilt until I deflated. I scooped up his cum from his belly and chest and fed it to him. I was telling him he was a good boy, but he had to clean up his mess. I unlocked him and told him to clean. He cleaned me off with his little teenage tongue.

I removed the straight jacket, and pulled him by his collar to the St. Andrews Cross. I placed him facing it. I spread him and connected his wrists and ankles to the cross. I pulled his chaps down to just below his little smooth white ass cheeks to expose more of them. I laid my hands on his ass and felt how wonderfully smooth those little globes were. I selected a heavy flogger and proceeded to flog his back, his ass, and shoulders.

After a little while, he started to drift into his slave head space. He and I loved when his pain became his pleasure. He threw his head back and started to say, "More Master, Harder Master, etc." I think he looks even lovelier with red skin on his back side. It got all warm to the touch. Smooth warm red skin. Luscious. I kept flogging him and he was getting more and more into it. I was just about to slow and stop when he suddenly got real stiff and proceeded to shoot his cum in orgasm! I was not expecting him to cum just by getting flogged. He had not done that before, except from getting fucked and this had been a second orgasm in a short time.

As he was coming down off his orgasm, he just sort of collapsed and was hanging by his arms. I unlocked his arms and legs and let him sink slowly to the floor. As he was relaxing, I told him to clean up his mess. He crawled over and licked it up. I then put his chastity cage back on him.

I had him remove his chaps. I then pulled out some rubber pants and started to put them on him. I gave him the rubber belt for his pants and told him to pull them up put on the belt and handed him the lock for the belt. There is a part in the buckle that enabled the belt to be locked. I then pulled a rubber long sleeved shirt on him and followed that by a jacket as well. It was a motorcycle style jacket but made of rubber. I did it up on him and buckled the waist belt. I then put real heavy rubber gloves on him and they go all the way up to the arm pits. I don't know why but I loved gloves on him that long. I put his rubber waders on him and locked the straps from the top of the boots to the belt on his pants. I put a locking rubber cock gag in him as well. He was truly a rubber slave that evening.

I laid out the rubber sleep sack with the oversized foot end to handle the boots, and helped him in. It was a tight fit for his booted feet but I got them in. He slipped his arms into the internal sleeves. I zipped up the sleep sack and threaded the black cord through the rings and proceeded to tightened it up. Then I finished with the locking belts spaced up the whole sack.

I sat on the floor and picked his head and shoulders up and laid them in my lap. I just looked down at him and it looked like he smiled behind the front panel of the gag. I just held him. I looked at the time, and it was bedtime for him. I decided that he would stay in the sleep sack for the night. I debated whether I should I put him in the sleeping cage or put him in my bed. I decided I would put him in the bed and have him sleep next to me in the sleep sack. He started to have a hard time keeping his blue eyes open.

I picked him up and carried him upstairs to the bedroom. I laid him down on "his" side of the bed. I pulled the cable from under the bed at the headboard end. I then connected the cable from the floor to the collar. I told him I loved him and to go to sleep, that I would be up later. There was no spanking that night, so he would get it in the morning before his enema and cleaning. He said, "Yes Master, slave loves you Master". At least I think that was what he was trying to say with the gag in. I gave him a kiss on his rubber forehead. I turned off the lights and went back downstairs for a couple of hours.

I stayed in my rubber gear. It was feeling so nice and warm. I decided to look at the recording of our time in the dungeon. I didn't know why really, I had been right there of course, so not really sure what I was looking for. I suddenly went deep inside my head. Why now, I wondered?

Anyway, Jimmy had always been naked while at our cottage and since we moved here actually, except when he was wearing street clothes when the boy Sirs were here. He loves bondage and had begged to be allowed to be put in some bondage while he was doing his chores. I changed it up every day for him.

As I sat there I got to thinking of maybe a uniform for him at home. He still had to wear his Institute uniform when he was there. What if I made him wear rubber shorts? Hmm, maybe rubber chaps would be better. It would leave his locked clit and his sometime plugged ass in view. Should I make him wear waders? Hmm, waders. Maybe the welly type lower boots would be better. I definitely want to be able to see his chest, so no shirt. Rubber gloves like he has on tonight. Yes that would be good. It might be more difficult for him to cook etc. but we would just have to see.

They should have a blue stripe to match his eyes. A few more challenges to his chores would certainly be okay. His boots should be steel toed and have blue toe caps and a band of blue at the top. I think he would look lovely in them. What about a hood. Should he wear a hood at all times? He would be warmer with the chaps already, but maybe a hood at times would be okay. He was always so cute though and I loved looking at him. Okay, what about an open face hood of black rubber and blue at the edge of the open face. Why was I thinking all this?

I could order the items from the uniform shop at the institute. I would have to make a special order for the boots. He could wear the ones he had for now until the new ones came in. They would be yellow trimmed. If it didn't work out, he would just have more rubber to wear when I decided. I did make him wear padded knee pads when he was down on the floor scrubbing. I also have a heavy rubber apron for when he is in the kitchen cooking. What if the chaps had padded knees? I was sure the uniform shop could make them. That would be real good and a look nice. I came back to the here and now. I thought that was weird. Why would I want or need to buy him all that?

I decided I should just turn in then. I turned off the TV that I never ended up watching, turned off the lights, armed the alarm system and headed to bed. I removed my rubber gear and quietly slipped into bed trying not to wake Jimmy. He opened his eyes and looked over at me. I told him I had tried not to wake him. I asked if he had been asleep? He nodded. I slid my arm under him and hugged him tightly. I asked if he was numb or his limbs were asleep. He shook his head no. I told him it was time to go back to sleep. He had to be at the Institute kitchen early the next morning, so it would be an early start.

I had set my alarm for 6am. That would give me enough time to unbundle him and for him to get cleaned inside and out. He still was required to clean out and drink a glass of his water after the final rinsing. I kept this rule as I was not sure how his body would react after so many years of enemas every day. It is all he remembered anyway, so there was no real reason to change it. I didn't know if it would be okay for his system to stop the enemas. Enema time was one of my favorite times back during his training years. I would rub his mid section and we would talk. He was free to talk during those times. We would talk about his experiences in training and what he liked and didn't. It would give me ideas for rewards and punishments. I think it made us closer to each other.

We woke to the alarm and I wished him good morning. I removed his gag and hood, and then undid all the belts, cord, and unzipped the sleep sack. I helped him out and sat him on the bed. I massaged his arms and legs. I told him to take off his clothes and just leave them on the bed. He could clean it all up and shine it when he gets home.

"Yes Master." He proceeded to take his clothes off after I unlocked them. When he was naked, I told him to stand and then lay over my lap. It was time for his postponed spanking. I gave him a dozen spanks to his ass. It was slightly pink but with only 12 given, it wasn't too bad. He got off me and knelt down to thank me. I then laid my cock on his tongue and he closed his lips forming a seal. I then relieved myself and he didn't miss a drop. He learned the hard way when he was young, that spilling a drop or coughing got a severe stiff punishment. He had never done it since. I was very proud of that. I was so proud of him anyway and I knew he is proud of himself for that too. That was important. He is disappointed when he misses out some mornings.

He raised his hand. I acknowledged. "Master could slave get a hug this morning please Master Sir?"

I told him sure, that I would like that too. We both stood and he started hugging and holding me for dear life. I asked him if there is anything wrong or if there was something he needed to tell me. He replied he didn't. After 2 minutes of hugging, I told him to go to the bathroom, get cleaned up, and brush his teeth. He has not used the enema table in a year or two unless I needed my tummy time, he just kneels down and does his enemas. As he releases the last rinse, he is still required to fill a glass and drinks it all on his own. I make sure it is wet afterwards. He then started the shower and we both got in. He washed me and then washed himself. Once in a while I will wash him as well. Mostly on weekends when we have more time.

He hurried down to the kitchen to make my breakfast. I told him just cereal with milk, and coffee today. After I ate, he cleared the table, cleaned the kitchen, and filled his bowl with his slave chow, knelt down and waited for me to give him is first piece. After I gave him his first piece, he then proceeded to eat and drink from his bowls. I unlocked his wrist restraints so he would be able to put his uniform on. He will reattach them and lock them himself once he is in his uniform.

Once he had finished eating, he went to the back door. He took his uniform from the shelf and dressed. He put his boots on and locked them. He knelt down and bowed his head until I arrived and told him to stand. I clipped his lead to his collar and he followed me out to the SUV. I opened the back hatch, slipped a a black bag hood over his head and buckled it around his neck. It was somewhat breathable but no light or sight. Since we were going to the Institute, he was required to be caged and hooded. Security checks on the way in.

Chapter 2
Both Working At The Institute

I backed out and drove to the Institute for work. I was there early that day because of Jimmy's schedule. I led him to the Kitchen Master and handed him over. He immediately knelt down as per protocol. I told him to be a good slave and obey his Masters. "Yes Master." I grabbed some coffee and headed to my office.

I was working on what could be changed with the slave processing. It is a straightforward system, but rather strict, impersonal, and cold. It was designed as such. Totally degrade the slave boys, and disrupt their lives, so they are more inclined to submit. There isn't anything that can be done about the pain and humiliation however, since that is part of what is needed to start the boy's slave training.

The institute would never agree to anything regarding the boys' pain during the procedures. They required everything to be done without giving the boys anything to dull the pain. It was believed that by doing so we were making a much stronger impression on them that they were now servants. Later, they learn that they are actually slaves. I understood all that and agreed with it. Dickcheese was very calm when he asked if he was actually a slave. But never, does anyone show any concern or understanding first hand of just what those young boys were going through.

The boys had no idea what was happening to them or why. Nothing was ever explained and some are so young they couldn't actually understand it all. They are treated as slaves even before they are processed. I would like to see if I can't change it a bit and require the Training Master who is always there with his new slave during the processing, to reach out to the boy and show it they cared. He would be the only person there showing the boy that they cared about him and his well being. To reassure them that they are doing okay. After the physical and the piercing and tattoo, they could actually hold the slave to show that they were there for them.

Most Training Masters don't show any concern for the boys, but I did, and I had a damn good track record and higher productivity. I thought it might just work for them too. I would have to come up with procedures and appropriate phrases that they could use to comfort the boy and develop a bond from the start. I knew it would be a challenge to get all the Training Masters on board although some, well a few had been receptive to my other ideas so far.

Jimmy was working in the kitchen helping prep for the Masters' meals. When they go to the cafeteria to eat, Jimmy will sometimes act as a waiter slave. Later he will be a food runner. Masters put in their requisitions for whatever food they wanted for their apartments or cottages. Kitchen slaves become runner slaves and they take the food to the apartments and stock the refrigerators and pantries. Jimmy unquestionably loved that job. He absolutely loves being a runner. He feels elated whenever a Master acknowledged him. He has so much energy all the time, that he excels at that job. Masters started using his mouth for a urinal or to get a blowjob. He gets outside and gets to burn off energy. As, I said, he does much better when he is kept busy. I learned that early on in his training.

After his food running, there was nothing else for him to help with. So he was placed in a storage cage and locked in. The kitchen Master called and told me Jimmy was caged. I walked down and knelt next to his cage. I unlocked the cage, and told him to get out and stand. The cage is very tiny and they have to fold up tight to fit in. I clipped his lead on his collar and led him back to my office. I had a cage in my office for him. He immediately crawled in and I hand him his homework, or school work, or just a book for his reading level. I closed and locked the door.

I asked how his day was and he lights up and tells me who he served and the number of food runs he had done. He always tells me when he runs into Master Donahue. He greets him properly to this day, of course. Master Donahue really cherishes Jimmy. He always used Jimmy for some sort of pleasure when Jimmy delivers to his cottage. Donahue is my best friend and knows Jimmy very well. Jimmy likes and respects him very much. Sometimes Donahue will even let Jimmy give him a hug when Jimmy is doing a food run to his cottage. Jimmy feels really special when is allowed that amazing privilege. Even at 14 or so, he still craves and needs affection. Most teenagers I hear, do not. He is my special boy and he better continue to like affection.

Donahue stopped in one day and he had his new slave in tow. His last slave was auctioned off a couple of months prior. Donahue took several weeks off for a vacation. Training a slave one on one every day can be taxing. There isn't a whole lot of down time, except when you put them too bed. So, taking some time in between is a really good idea, but I just rarely did it. I never had somewhere to go, so I never took more than a few days. Anyway, that way you would be fresh and able to better concentrate on your new slave boy when one is assigned.

Anyway, we shook hands and gave each other a quick hug. He introduced his new slave as Shitlips. I looked down and said, "Hello ShitLips." The boy had very wet eyes, so I know he was on the verge of crying. He just knelt there and didn't greet me. I looked at Donahue, and he told me the boy was quite new and he has not fully learned the proper protocols for greeting a Master yet. Also that he was still fighting his new slave name.

"Ah," I said, "well he will come along, they all do."

I unlocked Jimmy's cage and he crawled out and immediately went to greet Master Donahue.

Donahue said, "Oh Jimmy you are one special slave boy. How are you today?"

Jimmy looked to me and I nodded my head. Jimmy then answered, "Slave is great Master Donahue. It was a food runner again today, and that was really fun. Slave didn't do your cottage though, so it didn't know if Master will need food soon Sir, and slave hopes it gets to be your food runner…"

I knew the direction this was headed, and cut Jimmy off. He would have told him everything he had done, and Donahue had more important things to do, I'm sure. When Jimmy gets going, his mouth just gets a mind of it's own and he starts saying absolutely everything in his head. It is actually quite funny to watch. He gets revved up and launches into whatever is swirling around in his head. So, I told him that Master Donahue was a very busy Master and probably didn't have the time to hear all about food running.

"Oh yes Master, slave is sorry Masters."

Donahue said he just stopped by to say hi and introduce ShitLips. I told him it was very early in his training to be out and about. He agreed, but said it needed to get out and get into a better frame of mind. He asked if I would like to drop by his cottage for a catch up with each other someday. Donahue was saying he would allow ShitLips to speak with Jimmy, if that was alright with me. ShitLips hadn't seen or spoken to any other slaves by that point. I said sure and that it would be good catch up with each other too. Maybe over the weekend or early next week. I told him I would call him. Sounded like a great plan then. He said he was off to finish their walk and then head back to the dungeon for ShitLips.

"See ya, bye Jimmy." Jimmy looked up from kneeling and bowed head, and said goodbye to Master Donahue using proper protocols.

Since I went to the office early, because Jimmy had to start early that day, I figured it was a good time to head home. I told Jimmy to clean up his cage and gather his school work. He did that and I shut my computer down and headed for the door. Jimmy rushed over to the door to open it for me. I clipped the lead on his collar and walked out with Jimmy behind me. I locked the door and led Jimmy to the SUV. I bagged his head again an he got into his cage. And off we went back home.

As we reached the house I unlocked the wrist restraints. Jimmy took his uniform off when he stepped in the back door. He would re-apply his wrist restraints himself and lock them. I told him to start by cleaning up the master bedroom and to take the slaves clothes down to the dungeon to clean and shine them all. After a Yes Master, he was off to do that. I entered the bedroom a couple of minutes later to change clothes. He dropped to his knees and bowed his head. I told him, to carry on. I took my leather uniform off and hung it back in the closet. Jimmy had already made the bed and was heading out with his clothes smiling the whole time. God, I love his little butt when he walks away. I love his attitude and outlook.

I headed to the family room and opened my mail. It was mostly junk mail. What a waste of paper I thought to myself. I turned on the TV and remembered I was home early so the news wasn't on yet. Just talk shows. I didn't watch them, so I turned it off.

I headed to the dungeon. As I entered, Jimmy stopped his shining and knelt down and bowed his head. I told him to turn around and stay kneeling. I pulled out his cunt plug and got a grunt from him. I opened my jeans, pulled out my cock, and spit in my hand and wet it. Then I spit on Jimmy's cunt and proceed to enter him slowly. Oh, what a feeling that was. As I fucked him he is working his cunt muscles to make it more pleasurable for me. I was so enjoying that fuck that I held myself off for a while. Then I picked up my pace and pushed myself over the edge and started shooting up his cunt. Damn, that was a good fuck.

After I went soft, I pulled out and said "clean me." Jimmy turned around and licked me clean. I motioned for him to turn back around and I inserted is plug again. I thanked him for being so good and making me the happiest Master in the world. He smiled his real big smile at me. I told him to get back to work.

He started to do his chores as listed on the schedule. When we moved in, at the advice of my father, I tried to get him to make a schedule on his own for me to approve. He just wasn't able to make a decision on his own to make up a schedule. He had not really made a single decision since he was enslaved. So, I told him to record the amount of time it took him to clean each room etc. He came back with that list several days later. I sat him down and we made the schedule together, mostly me, but he did have some good suggestions to do certain rooms together, like the boys' bedrooms all in one day.

He was much happier to have me make his schedule. It was just natural for him to have me to make decisions for him. He was truly much happier that way. Oh, the boys' bedrooms are empty unless my father comes down of course. It obviously takes longer to do the rooms when they have been used. Boys being boys, are not the neatest creatures to have around I have found.

There was a weekend that was coming up that was a holiday weekend and I was sure my father would be down with the boys for that long weekend. I was thinking maybe we could go to one of the little clearings in the woods and make a fire and sit around making 'smores while talking etc. I didn't know what 'smores were before moving here and one of the boys had mentioned doing that exact thing. I had to look up what 'smores were. I ordered the crackers, chocolate bars and marshmallows after that weekend which was the last time they were here.

I order all our food and have it delivered once a week, or once in a while I schedule a time and go to the store and they load my order in the SUV for Jimmy to bring in to the kitchen and put it away. I find it easier if it is delivered. I also had to look up where to get fire wood. I had 2 fireplaces, one in the living room and one in the family room. I didn't know anything about fires or fireplaces, so one of the boys or my father would have to help me. The firewood was delivered and stacked at the back of the garage where there was a roof overhang. There was a patio roof outback as well.

One day, I led Jimmy to the clearing in the trees. There was evidence of a fire ring used previously. I put thick rubber gloves on Jimmy's hands and then leather work gloves over them. (Think of electric linemen in the USA and you get the idea.) I showed him what I wanted done and he went at it. He got the fire ring rocks back in a circle and it looked really good, as far as I knew anyway. Jimmy raised his double gloved hand. "Jimmy?

"Yes Sir Master Sir, would it be better and more comfortable for all the free people Sir, to have this area cut down more Master Sir."

Okay I would say that was brilliant of his, but it really was a great idea. I decided, with Jimmy's suggestion, to have the yard crew come with a lawn or brush mower thing to cut down the weeds and whatever it was growing back here. That way there would be room for chairs or blankets. I was actually surprised he had made any suggestion, and I was thrilled he did, for two reasons not just making a suggestion but because it was such a good one.

I didn't actually have any chairs for sitting around a fire. I wondered what regular people did when they had a fire. The boys could help Jimmy carry enough wood for the fire. I don't know how much would be needed. I was still getting frustrated that I knew so little about so many things, but my dad kept telling me it was fine and not to stress over it. But it was embarrassing to not know things that the average person did.

Everyone at work of course, understood and had a lot of patience with me. They all knew of my childhood. I didn't have a normal childhood and was never really exposed to much of anything other than alcohol abuse, drug abuse, child abuse, couch surfing (for sperm donor) or floor surfing (for me), sex workers, porn, and a prison cage. Then living with the man who became my dad, then slave training and Training Master training, and then being a Training Master. Living all those years in the bubble of the Institute, I had no real exposure of the outside world.

So, now so much had changed and here I was out in the outside real world and realized just how ignorant and naive I was. I used to, and still do use Google, to search a lot, to learn words and terms, and research things I don't know. I first had to learn to use the tablets or I-pads at the Institute and then had to learn to use a computer when I was promoted. I bought one of those for home. I was still learning obviously, but I did a lot of research on things I didn't know. I set it up on a desk in one corner of the family room.

My dad sent an email just to touch base. He mentioned that he just had another little boy arrive. My dad does not share info on their backgrounds with anyone. It is up to each kid to share on their own. He said he and the boys would like to come down in a few weeks for the holiday weekend. Just as I figured would happen. His boys love the pool, the basketball court, and the basement that they set up for their games and game consoles. I had never played with the video game consoles, but they sure got a lot use out of them when they were here. I bought two large screen TVs that we set up for them in the game room. The boys loved their own space downstairs in the finished part of basement next to the dungeon. And quite honestly, they really liked Jimmy's attention.

There was a heavy door to the dungeon and the company who did the work, built a bookcase that covers the door. It is hinged on one side and uses an electro magnet to hold it closed over the door to conceal it. There are small medallions on the top of the bookcase and when one is pressed the right way, it will unlock the bookcase so it can be pulled away from the wall to expose the door which has an electronic lock. It sort of acts like a door as well. Jimmy has his code to open the dungeon door and I had mine. We never bother closing it when the boys aren't here, but it is certainly hidden from view when they are.

I wondered how Jimmy was getting on with his chores. I looked at his schedule to see where he was supposed to be and went to look. Sure enough, that is where he was. I knew he would be, he never strays from his schedule when it is just the two of us. I told him I was checking to see how he was getting along. He said he was just fine Master. I told him to carry on and I went back to the family room to catch some news. I didn't know why I did. I don't understand most of it, but I like to see what is happening to other people and different areas.

Jimmy had been told to plan on grilling some chicken for me tonight. He had taken a breast out of the freezer and put it in the refrigerator the previous evening. I figured that I could take care of the grill and he could do the rest. It was about the time for him to be in the kitchen. He was there and was wearing his heavy rubber apron, as I require and as he LOVES. I suggested he wear it when preparing meals, especially cooking bacon or other splattering foods. I told him I would light the grill for the chicken. He said he already did it. So, I sat at the table and watched him work.

He has always been such a sweet guy. And I love looking at his ass with the cunt plug base peeking out between his cheeks. Beautiful. I did end up grilling the chicken myself. I sat at the table and ate and had him tell me of his day. He told me everything he did in the Institute's kitchen and in the cafeteria. The highlight of his day was the food running, of course. He just loved to get out and move. He likes the outdoors. That got me thinking, we needed to play catch. I had been really remiss at not getting him outside more. In all reality, he is still a teenager and needs to burn off energy and get exercise. Playing catch helps that.

I told him that after he ate and cleaned everything up, to meet me in the Dungeon. I needed to decide what he would wear to play catch. I bought something he had no idea about. I knew he would absolutely love it and it would make him cry because he would feel he was not worthy. I almost forgot I had bought it a couple of weeks ago. It was an all leather baseball uniform. I just couldn't wait to see him in it. I also grabbed the corset just to make it more fun for me. He had come to expect something to challenge him when we play catch. I always made it a challenge. That day it would be the corset and ankle weights around his boots.

He came in to the dungeon and knelt down. I told him to get up and come on over. I showed him the baseball uniform and he just stared at it.

"Master, that's for slave? You bought that for it, Master?" He started to tear up.

I told him it was okay, and yes I did buy it for him. I told him I loved him and I wanted him to have nice things. I added it would make him look amazing, and that made me very happy. I unlocked his boots and he took them off. I put the corset around him and did up the front and then tightened the ties quite a bit. That would restrict some movement and make breathing slightly harder. I then had him put on the jersey and then the pants. They fitted him but were a tad loose, but that was fine. He put his boots back on and locked them. I knelt down with some ankle weights and put them on and buckled them up. "Let's play catch!" I said.

He started bouncing a bit. He would love to be able play baseball, but this was the closest he would get. He loved to play catch, even with me and even in bondage of some sort. He was used to that, of course. We went upstairs and out to the back yard. I grabbed the ball and gloves on our way out. We played catch for a good hour or so. He was running all over as I threw the ball all over the place even over his head. I had gotten much better at throwing the ball, but I love to see him run around. It also tires him out. He just loves it.

When we were playing catch, I got to thinking that maybe I should let him watch baseball games on the TV. I don't watch much TV, and he hadn't been allowed to watch regular TV, and never expressed any interest really. I thought maybe we could learn to watch games together. I have seen games on the TV before with the other Masters, but I didn't know if he had before. He may have before he came to me.

I thought he should be in some bondage though for each game. He loved bondage actually. I loved seeing him in bondage. He obviously can't and never said no, but he did love it anyway. He loved leather and rubber as well. When he was younger I kept telling him that the straight jacket was like he was hugging himself and he was to imagine it was his owner hugging him. It should feel relaxing and comforting to him. He bought into that and gave me no trouble putting it on him at such a young age. The first time, he didn't fight it at all and ended up really liking it, at least he said so. I don't know if that was for my benefit or if it was true. It grew from there with all the other bondage. He just hated to be bound tight and then left alone however. He always needed to know I was at least listening preferably watching and listening. That eased his concerns back then.

He still got a little separation anxiety when I left the room. I think that came from when it was just him and I in the cottage for so long. He knew he was supposed to focus on Master's needs, and making him happy. When his Master was not present, he got upset. I always pointed out that I would always be able to hear him and see him if necessary. I told him it was almost like I was with him. I learned later, he just wanted to be near me all the time.

He really was a pleasure to train. He took to it all quickly and seemed to find himself and realize, he was a slave all along, just didn't know it, and didn't have the honor of having an owner, until me. I had no idea what he would have ended up being or doing, if he grew up without being enslaved. I don't think he thought about such things. He really lives in the moment or present. I believed he really was a natural born slave and I was the lucky one who got to own him. I couldn't think of anything better.

After playing catch, I unlocked his boots and removed the corset in the dungeon. He removed his uniform. I told him to shower. After he was done showering, I told him to put his boots back on and to clean and condition his new uniform and hang it back up. He did all that and came up to the family room to find me and knelt down. I had the TV on and was searching the guide to see if there were any baseball games on. I found one and selected it. I had to turn him around and told him to face the TV. He saw what was on it. It wasn't a training video or BDSM either. I think that threw him for a loop for a bit. Then I put the single sleeve arm binder on him and pulled it in tight so his elbows were touching. It is a beautiful piece of work. Heavy leather, great stitching, warm and smooth surface. I pulled the straps over his shoulders and he was good to go.

I told him to sit on the floor between my legs. I then realized that I hadn't told him to drink some water. After all that running he would need to replace what he had sweated out. I got up and got a big bottle of water and put a nipple on the end with a long tube. I brought it and a stand back and set it up where he could hold it in his mouth and take a drink when he needed. I sat back down and we watched what was left of the game. He seemed to really enjoy it and watched every play. I told him that he was free to speak while watching the game. He was so happy watching real baseball. I didn't think we or maybe I, understood it all, but we were picking it up slowly.

It was time for bed after the game ended. I took his arm binder off and told him to go brush his teeth and go shit and piss if he needed to. When I finally made it to the bedroom he was kneeling by the bed and was looking like he was ready to fall over asleep. I told him to get up and lay over my lap for his spanking. I quickly finished and told him to get in bed. He locked his ankle to the cable and climbed in. I went and took a quick shower and did what I needed to do. When I got back to the room, he was already asleep. Cute young guy, although he was not that little 9 or 10 year old boy any longer. That ball chasing and catching business wore him out every time. I love doing that with him and he loves it more.

The alarm went off at my usual time of 7am. Jimmy was off today from the Institute so he would either stay caged at home or stay in my office. I knew he hated spending the day caged, but he just had to endure it. I also knew he preferred to be in my office though, because he is near me. He gets stir crazy anxious when caged at home alone. Either way, he is caged. Anyway, I woke him up and once he was awake enough, he knelt down and waited for my morning piss.

I decided that day would be the work cage and doing school work or reading books in my office. We ate, dressed, and headed to the Institute. We could have lunch in the cafeteria together and he would be taken to the slave restroom to piss when needed. I brought his laptop and school work for him. Since he is not working today, he is totally naked except for his boots, restraints, and collar. He crawled in to the cage and I set his laptop and papers in with him. The cage has just barely enough head room for him to sit up in.

He is already touching the top of the cage now, so it won't be long and he will be too tall to sit up fully. He is still on the short size for his age though. I had a dedicated internet line put in for his laptop. He was not allowed to connect to the Corporate network. Oh and I have parental controls. He is only allowed to go to the school site. He got to work using his earbuds to work on his computer.

I had decided to talk with the staff and doctors that work in the processing department. I wanted to get their input. Not everyone that works at the Institute is a sadistic pedophile although I guess many are. Underneath they are nice people, but have gotten deep into their jobs. They become numb to the pain and humilation caused to the new slaves. The doctors are very much into humiliation and inflicting pain, for their pleasure. But, I wanted to discuss with them what they observed when I was present with my new little slave boys versus what they observed with the other Training Masters who don't really engage with the boys during the processing.

The doctors and techs all, well almost all, appreciate my way of interacting with the boys, as they tend to put up with more, and for longer periods as well. The tattoo technician says my boys fight less when I am there and trying to comfort them and tell them it will be fairly quick and it will be over before they knew it.

So, that sort of solidified my ideas for the processing. If the boy is a little less hysterical and not as devastated when they get to their training dungeon, I think they will make the transition a little easier. They will also have started makiing the bond with their Training Master before they even leave the processing departments. It was then time to sit down and re-imagine our intake processing. I needed to speak to the various Training Masters to get their thoughts. More research to undertake.

On another day Jimmy was off so again he was with me in my office, caged. After working till noon. I took Jimmy down for some lunch. I had a really nice meal, something neither one of us could imagine being able to cook at that time. That's why I took advantage of the Cafeteria so often. I was never exposed to decent food until I moved in to my guardian's/dad's/master's cottage. My dad cooked when I lived with him before my slave training. During the slave training I only ate the regulation slave chow.

So I happily ate my meal served by a lovely boy, while Jimmy stood still quietly. He then ate his slave chow. Drank a big glass of slave water (50% piss) and a glass of straight piss. When we finished I took him to the slave restroom for him to piss. Then we headed back up to my office. Jimmy was back in the cage in my office and I was working at my desk when the Kitchen Master called. He needed a runner and knew Jimmy would jump at the chance to run. I told him I knew that only too well, but Jimmy was not in uniform that day since he was off.

"Hmm," the kitchen Master said, "what if I make up laminated signs stating this is an owned slave and Property of Master Williams. They would hang from his collar."

I told him that would be fine with me, as long as everyone else would be okay with him not being in uniform. He told me not to worry, if they wanted their food, they would accept it.

I told Jimmy he was needed in the kitchen. "Yes Master." When I told him it was as food runner, he lit right up and started to vibrate. He was like a race horse in the starting gate eager to be released. I unlocked the cage, reached in, and clipped the lead on his collar. He crawled out and was sort of bouncing. He was so excited that he got to run food. I told him he would be doing it just as he was, as I hadn't brought a uniform for him. (Note to self, have a uniform here for him, in case this happens again.) So I led him down to the Kitchen. He knelt down in a nanosecond to greet the Master, and said he was so ready to help him as a runner. That he would make him so proud and happy….

I knew we were on the verge of motor mouthing again, and said, "Jimmy, Master has made up a couple of laminated signs for you to wear front and back. That will be your uniform for today.

"YES MASTERS!"

I left him in very capable hands. The Kitchen Master had gotten very used to Jimmy and his enthusiasm. He loved working with Jimmy, as his attitude was always so good. That made me happy, because it was something he loved so much, and it got him out of the cage. He would be so excited when he got back. He was getting to recognize the different Masters, and they actually would engage him in conversations, of sort. Jimmy answers questions, but doesn't really carry on a conversation well or often. But they were all getting to know him and appreciated his outlook on his life, his happiness, and how satisfied he was being owned.

They never usually got a chance to talk with slaves after they had been sold. It worked for them both. Jimmy felt pretty special that Masters were interested in talking with him. Some Masters take a moment for a spanking or a blowjob. They do not fuck him, just do oral pussy work on their cocks. He thanks them profusely for letting him make them happy and more fulfilled. He feels so good about himself when they use him and he was able to satisfy them and get a compliment once in a while.

He had several hours of deliveries. When he was finished, he knelt down and thanked the Kitchen Master for trusting him and allowing him to make him happy and all the other Masters satisfied and happy. The Kitchen Master is becoming very enamored by Jimmy and told me he looks forward to needing to use Jimmy again. He is just so easy to love. The Kitchen Master loves Jimmy, because he did not ever need to supervise him or make follow up inquiries to the recipient Masters.

The kitchen Master usually had to call around and make sure the runner had been perfect. He stopped checking once he realized that Jimmy had fully embraced being a food runner. Jimmy had never disappointed anyone. So that made the Master's day easier. Jimmy didn't know that, but he does know the Kitchen Master is happy and satisfied. I knew the Master would spoil Jimmy by giving him a slave bar with peanut butter on it or some other spread. That was a huge treat for the slave. He also made sure Jimmy got plenty of water or electrolyte solution. Jimmy really likes working for him in the kitchen.

Eventually, Jimmy had finished and the Kitchen Master locked him in a staging cage. It is just a small cage used until I could go down and lead him away. It was pretty small and he had to kneel down very low with his chest on his thighs and head down. It is very cramped, but it never is that long of a wait. It doesn't hurt him in any way.

We got home and he was going to start on his chores. I told him I wanted him in a rubber hood with eye, nose, and mouth holes, arm pit high rubber gloves, and the rubber chastity shorts. The shorts were fairly heavy rubber (he also has leather ones) and they have locking belts at the waist and each thigh. I had him put in a large athletic cup to accommodate the clit cage. It makes the front bulge out. Very cute. As usual, they look so very good on him. They are tight around the waist and thighs. With his boots, hood, gloves, and the shorts on, he was so handsome.

I take pictures of him all the time. I share them with his Master Dad (my father) and Master Donahue. He always asks Master Dad if the pictures of Master's slave, make him happy. My dad always asked how the items on him made him feel? It was always so cute when he interacted with my dad. Dad was so good with him. He really loved Jimmy and said a couple of times, that he would love a grandson. I thought to myself, how could I spawn a son when I am gay, as far as I knew, and single and only own a slave. I never gave it a thought before, but I wondered if Jimmy was straight or not, not that it mattered. He had slipped at times and called me dad. I did ignore those times, as they were when he was woken from a sleep or I would be hugging him after a particularly long dungeon session, or when he gets motor mouthing.

Okay, back to that thought… What should I do? Even Donahue mentioned that the boy saw me as a dad and Master. I tried to figure out why he would say that. Then I tried to look at it from an outsider's point of view. I never looked at him as a son. He was my slave trainee. He was Dickcheese. He was just a kid who, through no fault of his own, ended up a slave, with me as his Trainer and now owner. Literally he was my own personal beautiful slave boy. The dad thing is just that I was the older man in his life, and I suspected that it equated it to a dad.

I believed, in all honesty, that at the perfect time in the universe, we were brought together and fell into each other's arms. I couldn't imagine being submissive, taking orders from anyone, and living by someone else's regime and he couldn't imagine taking charge of anything. He couldn't and never wanted to make a decision unless I nodded my okay. And, that is not training in any sense, that shows a born slave. A slave who tried to be a regular boy until someone more dominant and more controlling entered his young life and he fell into it, rejoiced in it, embraced it, fell in love with and admiration of his Master. I didn't even know if it would be possible anyway to adopt him.

The rest of the week was just more of the same day to day living. On Friday evening I wondered, what we should do that night and over the weekend? I decided we would head to the Institute the next morning to visit with Master Donahue and ShitLips. If ShitLips had been behaving and taking to his training more, then maybe he would be able to meet with Jimmy. I knew Jimmy would like it too, I thought so anyway.

Jimmy was done in the kitchen and had just entered and knelt down. I asked him if everything was okay? He looked up and smiled and told me, "Master Yes Sir, slave is fine Sir. But Sir? Can it sit with you Master?"

I didn't know if he meant on the recliner with me or sit on the floor between my legs while I sat on the couch. I told him sure. I lowered the the recliner and spread my legs for him to fit in between. He snuggled in and put his arms around my legs and hugged me. I told him to tell me what was going on. He said there was nothing, he just needed to be in contact with me. I told him he could speak freely if he needed.

I rubbed his neck and his fuzzy head and he leaned his head back enjoying the touching. After a half hour of that, I told him to turn around. I looked him in the eyes and asked him again, if he needed to talk or was there something he wanted to say. He said, "No Master, it is good Sir." I thought I could use some entertainment, so I told him to head to the dungeon and I would be down in a minute. After a "Yes Master", he was up and headed for the basement door.

I removed all my clothes and followed him down. He was kneeling down, head bowed, and was waiting. I decided that he should get dressed in rubber shirt and pants. That done, I led him to the bondage chair.

It is a very substantial chair with a high back that goes much taller than his head. I started strapping him in. These straps are heavy wide leather straps with buckles. I started with the feet, then shins, thighs, and waist. I went and selected a really heavy stiff rubber hood with small hose holes only, and a blow up gag. I had to pry it open then slide it over his head. It's buckles were spaced from the neck to top of the head. Then I pumped up the gag. I also put fist mitts on his hands. I then buckled up his hands, wrists, forearm, upper arm. A belt across the top of his chest. One across his neck area, and there is a harness that attaches behind his neck to chair. It lifts up and cups his chin and then gets buckled to the chair at head height. There is a strap across the forehead. So now my rubber slave was virtually immobile.

I used a riding crop and gave some fairly hard smacks all over him. He reacted well and was entertainment for me. Then I started to concentrate on his nipples. They were still quite large from all the suction cups and clamps that were used to make them grow out. That got quite some response from him. I went harder then and really started to work them through the rubber shirt. He was trying to move now. I then took a little paddle and started to hit his thighs, upper arms, and belly. He grunted with each hit now. I was so hard then and I really needed to get off.

I decide to jerk off while I was flogging bits of him. I used a littler flogger and did all the areas at the front of his body not covered with the straps. I was at my breaking point, and shot across his thighs and stomach area. Oh that felt good. But I needed to fuck him then. I had to be inside him right then. I started to unbuckle him. It took a while to undo all the straps and I eased him to a standing position. I then moved him over to the standing stocks. I lifted the top piece and put pressure on his upper back for him to lean down and his neck rested in the center cut out and I lifted each hand up into their respective cutouts. I lowered the top and secured it. I walked behind him and reached around to undo the pants and pulled them down past his ass.

Oh what a sight it was, so smooth and ready. I removed his plug. I used a bit of lube and then entered him. I slowly slid my cock all the way in. I then started to really fuck his cunt. He was working his muscles to milk my cock. Since I came just a while ago, I knew this would be a longer fuck. I sort of moved around to hit various spots inside him. Some got a good moan. After a while I was getting close. I reached around him and grabbed his tits and mauled them and then concentrated on the nipples. I was thrusting in and out and pulling on his nipples. That got more muffled sounds from the hooded boy. Oh, god he felt so good. And before I knew it I started to shoot again. Oh, I wanted it to last longer.

I eventually deflated and pulled out. I inserted the cunt plug and pulled his pants up. I released him from the stocks and grabbed him in a hug and picked him up. I eased down on a chair while I just held him. As I continued to rock him, I try to unbuckle his hood. It is rather difficult while holding him in my lap. I deflated the gag and pulled the hood off his head. He was really sweaty after that experience. His eyes were closed and he was just relishing being held like a little boy. He was getting bigger and this would be more difficult as time went on, but I did enjoy it as well. He sort of turned and came in for a big hug that he held for some time. He eased off and lifted his head. He was smiling his Jimmy smile. He then thanked me for allowing him to serve me and make me cum.

"Twice" I said.

"Oh, then thanks twice, Sir."

I smiled back. I eased him up and off me. I told him to take everything off, clean it up and shine it and put it away. I unbuckled his fist mitts and I left. When I came back he was hanging his clothes back up, now all shiny and ready for the next time.

I grabbed the leather full bondage suit. It is quite an affair to get him in and get it tight. He has to stand for quite a while. I started the process and after sometime all the laces over it were tight enough and I then started the buckles. I can't even begin to tell you how good he looked. It sort of makes him stiff and his walking is slower. I picked him up and laid him on the bondage table. I washed my hands and put on gloves after I retrieved a catheter and leg bag for him. I lubed his urethra and the tube and then started the catheter's journey to his bladder. He grunted a couple of times, but it didn't really hurt that bad.

Finally I felt the sphincter let the catheter into the bladder. I blew up the balloon so it stayed in. I attached a tube from the leg bag to the catheter, so when I opened the valve he would leak into his bag. I put the fist mitts back on him and decided on a leather hood with eye, nose and mouth openings. It has a detachable blindfold and gag. Should I make him sleep down here or up in the bedroom? Hmm.

I went and got the padded rubber mat that he had used before as a bed. I took it upstairs first and placed it at the foot of my bed. I then went down and picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, laid him on the mat and attached the cable to his ankle restraint. I asked him if he was thirsty and he nodded. I got a bottle of water with the nipple and tube. I gave him the tube and lifted the bottle so he could get water. He took his fill of water and I told him to get some sleep. I put a leather pillow under his head. I leaned in and kissed his forehead and then on the lips. I wished him good night and told him to sleep tight. He giggled at the "tight". I chuckled as I turned off the light and shut the door. I headed over to the family room and read more of my book.

Chapter 3
Visiting Donahue

I woke up and stretched. Today we were going to visit with Master Donahue and ShitLips. I had not shared that with Jimmy. He didn't need to know. I got up and knelt down by his head. I wished him a good morning. He was awake and was just lying there. I turned his head and brought my cock to his mouth and he closed his lips around it. I slowly started to let my piss go. He took it all even though he was on his back and cleaned off the tip of my cock. I looked at his bag and it was pretty darn full itself. I unlocked his foot and stood him up.

I took his fist mitts off first. The process of removing the bondage suit can be lengthy, and it was that morning. I finally got it all off him and then took the hood off. I told him to go brush his teeth. I lowered the enema table from the wall cabinet and set it up. I helped him up and strapped his legs to the stirrups and his arms to the table. I filled the bag with warm soapy water. I eased in the nozzle and started the flow. I sat next to him and rubbed his stomach and chest. He was relaxing into it. I asked how he slept in the bondage suit. He said he slept okay, he woke up a couple of times, but fell back to sleep.

He always liked when we did the enemas together. He was more relaxed since I was doing the work. He was just enduring it. After the enemas and him drinking his glass of enema waste water, I started the shower and he put away the enema table. We both hopped in the shower and washed and rinsed each other. There was lots of loving touches and embraces. He knelt down and looked up to me. I nodded yes. He then gave me a morning blowjob with water pouring over both of us.

We got out and and I allowed Jimmy to dry off using a towel. He then went down to make coffee. I got dressed in all leather since I was going to the Institute. I headed to the kitchen. He was making the eggs, bacon, and toast I had told him to make. His bowl already contained his meal. He served me breakfast and after I finished, he would clean up. I gave him the first nugget of slave chow and he got to it.

I had started reading the paper while he was cooking and continued until he was all done. I started getting the paper when we moved in to the house. I thought it was a very homeowner sort of thing to do. I didn't read it enough to justify it really. I told him to follow me to the dungeon. I dressed him in leather pants today, his boots, and open face hood, and finally a straightjacket. Once I had him all set, I put leg irons on his boots too. Because, well, why not, right?

He slowly climbed the stairs which wasn't easy in leg irons and straightjacket. I climbed up behind him and had a hold on him in case of a misstep. We made it over to the backdoor, where I clipped his lead to his collar. We headed to the garage and into the SUV, him caged in back with his bag hood on. When we got to the Institute, I retrieved Jimmy from the back. We walked to Donahue's Cottage, Jimmy walking behind me and to the left, of course. I rang the bell and waited.

Donahue answered the door and invited us in. We shook hands and hugged and Jimmy got down and greeted Master Donahue. He had Jimmy stand up and gave him a big hug while lifting him off the ground. As he dangled there, he was giggling at Donahue's antics. He put him down and we sat in the living room. Jimmy was at my feet leaning against my legs. He was kneeling with his head bowed. Donahue and I start chatting. At some point I asked where ShitLips was. He said he was boxed at the moment. He shared that it had been slow going with that one. Tom said he was very strong-willed for his age. I asked him if he thought the boy was a natural dominant. He said he wasn't really sure but he might be. I told him it had happened before.

He laughed and said, "Yes indeed it had my friend!

After about a half hour we got up and went into the dungeon. I had Jimmy kneel by the chair I would be using. Donahue unlocked the box front and inside was his little creature in all rubber from head to toe. Donahue unlocked and took off the straps holding him in. The boy seemed to be crying. His hood was removed and he was given a few minutes of sitting to get his legs and arms loosened up and more comfortable. Donahue picked the boy up and removed his hood. Yup, teary eyes. He put the boy on his lap and held him and told him that he really didn't want to "punishment box" him away, but the temper tantrums must stop.

He continued, that he needed to learn that his betters or superiors are going to do things to him and with him, and he did not have a say in anything any more. He needed to learn to be a good slave, just like Jimmy over there he said pointing to Jimmy. ShitLips didn't even know, to that point, that I or Jimmy were even here. The boy looked up at Donahue, and said weakly and with no feeling, "Yes Master." Donahue told him he was a good boy but needed to be a good slave from then on.

He introduced me again, and ShitLips got down and greeted me somewhat properly. I acknowledged him and introduced him to Jimmy. I told him that Jimmy used to be called Dickcheese when he was training. I told him that Jimmy was my owned slave and not one of the slaves in training at the Institute.

Jimmy nodded to him. He just looked at Jimmy and did not do the slave nod. Donahue told ShitLips that he invited us over so he could talk with Jimmy. Donahue got up and grabbed a straightjacket for ShitLips, so they both would look the same. I told Jimmy to stand up. I led him to an area that had padding on the floor. I told him to sit down. Donahue brought ShitLips over and had him sit as well. They were told to get to know each other and for ShitLips to listen to Jimmy and pay attention to everything he was told.

With that we, left the room. Donahue opened the video feed and we sat back to listen. Jimmy being Jimmy, jumped right in. "What has slave been learning ShitLips?"

"Nothing."

Jimmy stated "This slave sees, what are the lessons it hasn't fully learned then?"

The boy said "I have got to kneel to that man and he just tells me what to do. And I have to wear shit like this all the time. I never have any freedom and never get to do what I want to do. It sucks, why am I here? And why are you talking like that."

Jimmy listened to everything the boy was saying. Jimmy then started telling him that he was correct, he would no longer have any freedom for the rest of his life, and that he needed to face the facts. Jimmy said he felt very free now serving his Master and Owner. And this slave speaks this way because this is the way slaves are required to speak."

The boy said, "You can't own a another person, it's against the law."

Jimmy told him, "Oh but slave is so wrong. They can and do own it until it is sold off. Slave belongs to them, just like a car or a piece of furniture or something. Got it?"

"No."

Jimmy went on, "But, this slave will tell you how it this. They have assigned one of the best Masters to train it. Slave has it lucky, slave should know, they aren't all like it's Master or slave's Master Donahue. Those two Masters are the best, and this slave's Master Dad is awesome too, slave loves him too."

"Who?" asked ShitLips.

"Oh yea, um, he is this slave's Master's dad, and it loves him. Slave is allowed to call him Master Dad. This slave doesn't know his first name anyway, so that is what it is allowed to call him and he said that was just fine with him.

The kid told Jimmy that he didn't want his Master, he wanted to get out and live somewhere else.

Jimmy looked at him and said, "Look, slave just doesn't get it yet, this slave guesses. Slave must remember it dose not have a choice on anything any longer. Those are decisions that someone superior and free will make for it. By embracing it's slavery and serving it's Master, slave will eventually find it's own type of freedom. Freedom from having to make decisions. Slaves are told what to do and slaves do it to the best of their ability. It's that easy, if slave doesn't fight it every step of the way. The sooner slave accepts the fact that it is now a slave, not free, and will never be a free boy again, the happier it will be. Look, does slave like getting punished? Did it like being in the box? Does slave like to get spanked, whipped, paddled, or worse, as punishment? Think about that. If slave just accepted it is now a slave and started to think and act and accept what it is being taught, it will be happier and its training would go much easier. Slave has no choice any longer, so give that up. Those are chosen for it now. Slave has no opinion that superior free people care about hearing. It's Master decides what is best for it in all things. Masters decide and direct and the slave obeys. We slaves are never in a position to judge anyone else. We are slaves, lower and definitely inferior to free people. Masters and owners have all the responsibility to take care of their slaves, feed slaves, allow slaves any clothing when needed, care for slave's health,and well being etc. In fact, just the other day, slave's Master pulled out a full leather baseball uniform that he bought, and slave is allowed to wear it when Master decides. Slave don't own anything obviously since slaves are owned property, but he lets it wear it. It is so beautiful and must have been very expensive, but Master knows this slave likes baseball, so Master did that just for slave. It hopes Master will let it wear it again soon, so it could play catch with its Master. Slave couldn't wait to put it on when it first saw it! After Master told slave to put it on, Master played catch with it outside. Slave loves its Master more than anything in the whole wide world."

ShitLips said, "You talk a lot without slowing down. I just don't get it. None of this is legal. How can you like being a slave to someone? That's just wrong."

Jimmy stated, "Legal or not, it IS a slave and will be a slave the rest of its life. Owning slaves is legal in a lot of the world. Slave will be sold to a permanent owner, well unless it is sold again. But we slaves have it so much better than they did when they were brought over from Africa. Slaves' Masters value us. Slaves are an asset to them. Slaves have value in the service they provide rheir owners and any other superior free people the Master direct slaves to serve. Slaves are well cared for now. Owners take care of us slaves and don't abuse us like the slave owners back then. Our slave life is not harsh or brutal, unless it makes a major mistake or defies its owner's direction. I guess this slave just decided early on, that it loved making its Master happy and more fulfilled. It told itself that it needed to like doing everything it was told to do. It wasn't very long really before this slave did actually like doing it, because Master told it to do it. Whatever it was, needed to be done, so Master told slave to do it. If that makes his life easier, happier, and more fulfilled, then that makes this slave so happy.

"But ShitLips, don't get it wrong. There are times this slave wants to be a free boy again and have fun. Like when the Master Dad's boys come down to visit. They get to play outside, swim, or play basketball, or play video games in the game room they have down in Master's basement. They are free boys and can do all that. This slave has its obligations and schedules to please its Master. It needs to get its chores and stuff done so all the free superior people will be happy and satisfied with its work. Once in a while Master will let it play with the boys. It feels so grateful for that privilege. That's about it, as far as it wants. But really, it isn't slave's choice and it, of course, understands that and lives by Master's rules. It would rather die than knowingly or intentionally disobey him. It would feel so bad about itself it would just die."

ShitLips, asked, "What boys?"

Jimmy carried on, "Oh yeah, it doesn't know. Sorry, it forgot. They are far superior free boys that live in Master Dad's big house in some other city. He is their foster father, just like their real father in a way. They all live with him for different reasons, but it doesn't know the reasons, since it does not need to know their backgrounds. They are nice guys. At first they treated this slave sort of bad, but after several times coming to Master's house they started to ask it questions. It didn't know what to do and it panicked as it's Master was busy with Master Dad. It actually had to decide what to do. It was the worse, it hated having to figure out what to do. It was crying and praying that it's Master would come rescue it, but he didn't know to. It finally ended telling the superior boys about itself and it's amazing life. They asked a lot more questions that ended up making this slave feel good. They weren't being mean to it or anything. They didn't make fun of it for being an inferior slave. One of the boys was in a gang or something and said there were boys in that gang that the older boys and men owned. They had their own slaves. It doesn't know if they had training like slaves have here. They were not there so it couldn't ask them. It would need Master to talk with them. It was so scared when It had to talk with them, but they ended up being real nice to me. It thinks they like it now! Free boys liking this slave is awesome. It really loves taking care of them now. They are superior and it like taking care of the superior boy Sirs. It likes seeing them have fun and be happy at Master's house. They still pester it or Master to play with them, and sometimes It really really wants too, but it has other things to do, especially when they are down for a visit.

"Master is its sort of family now It guesses, well sort of. It means slave is not his son or anything, but it feels like Master and it are family and when Master Dad comes down with the free boys, it really feels like everyone is a big family. Well it imagines that is what one would be like. It is not free like them, it definitely is not one of them. It is their servant obviously and it loves being their servant. This slave didn't have brothers and sisters before It was brought here. There was just it's parents and this slave. But, they were so busy, that it didn't feel nearly as good as it does now. It missed them and all for a while, but It has Master now. It loves him. It wishes Master was it's real dad though. That would make it so happy serving it's Master who loved it enough to also be it's dad. But this slave doesn't think Master would even want it like that, it is sure Master does not want it that way however. It is just a fantasy this slave plays in it's head when it is working. Really though, Master even comes and finds it to make sure it is okay and doing a good job. The slave hopes Master loves it too, but it doesn't hold it's breath. Just being owned by Master is so wonderful. It couldn't even imagine being a free boy. It knows it was always meant to be a slave. Master did say we were lovers now, but it doesn't know what that means, so it just agreed. It knows it is not even close to being a free person, so being lovers or whatever it is, makes no sense to this salve. OH! It even gets to sleep in his big bed now! Can slave believe it? It gets to sleep with him, in his room and on his bed! That was really something pretty special and a huge huge priviledge that this slave doesn't think it deserves, but its Master decided that, so this slave did it. It didn't want to at first 'cause that was Master's private superior person room and his bed. It started by staying in Master's sleep cage. It always felt safe and secure locked inside it. It really grew to love it. Then it slept on a mat on the floor, and now it is in the bed. But It begged to be chained to something as it just couldn't feel safe and secure not being locked down. That makes this slave feel special, secure, and definitely safe and well cared for. It feels that it is wanted and valued. It just feels safer like that."

"You are one crazy brainwashed fucked up dude!" ShitLips said. "Why the gross names too, brainwashed dude, I'm being called ShitLips. That's not a name and it is disgusting to hear all day long. Where do they get off calling me that shit?"

Jimmy said he understood but Shitlips would just have to come to accept it. "It's just a humiliating name for slaves to help them come to terms with their slavery. But it is called Jimmy now! It belongs to Master Williams and he decided to call this slave Jimmy again. That was so cool of him to do, and it never expected to be called anything but Dickcheese."

"So, I really have to do all this stuff and I have no choice? He plays with my asshole and I don't like it. He calls it a cunt. And I have to call it that too. My dick and balls are called a clit and ovaries. That's girl stuff. I'm a boy."

"It is a Slave!" Jimmy yelled.

"Whatever," was ShitLips response.

"Yes whatever, but it needs to face the facts. The sooner slave goes along and learns all this stuff, the sooner it will learn to accept it or even like it, to make its Master happy. When he is happy, trust this slave, it will be happier too. There won't be the beatings whippings, spankings, paddlings that all hurt a whole lot when done as punishments. The box punishment is the worst for this slave. It couldn't see or hear and it was dark and hot in there and it couldn't see Master. It didn't ever want to be put in the box again. It was the worst.

"Yeah, it really is, it is so small and cramped." admitted ShitLips.

Jimmy said, "Getting fucked hurt a lot at first, but then Master starting hitting a spot inside it's cunt that felt amazing. It doesn't know what it was, but it felt like it had to pee, but then these tingles and stars started and it was shaking. It was so cool feeling that. It was the best feeling in the world."

Jimmy continued, "This slave is in no position to tell it what to do, that is up to the Masters, but this slave can tell it this, it is being stubborn and defiant, and that is making slave mad and hateful. Just decide it doesn't have a choice of things. But it does have a choice to take pride in doing well and make it's one and only choice to learn to serve, and become the best slave it can be. Slave was forced to be a slave of course, but what slave does as a slave is up to itself. It can refuse to be good and take its beatings or it can choose to learn to obey. When it does, everything will start to make perfect sense to its mind. Slaves are here to make them happy and make life easier for them. They really do deserve it. They are so much more superior than us slaves. It is really so proud to be a slave of its Master and to be able to make him happy. It is free to do that, and It does and It does it well. It would suggest slave get with the program and stop fighting it. It won't and doesn't matter in the long run. It is a slave and will be a slave and all the punishments it gets will be because it chose to act wrong or defiant.

"It likes you ShitLips, it is a little younger than this slave, but we could maybe be friends while it is here, if our owners and Masters were to allow it. Maybe your Master would even allow it to play catch with this slave. This slave's Master makes it so fun when we play. It is always in some bondage, and that makes it different every time. Sometimes this slave looks like an idiot trying to run and catch the ball, but it doesn't care. It loves to be outside and be active. Its Master said he didn't ever play catch before this slave. It doesn't know, but Master throws the balls way over it or out of it's reach. He laughs, which makes me laugh even more. We both have a good time. It has a better time because it is playing catch AND it gets to make him happy so it is so happy too! Master looks, um I don't know the right word, but better it guesses when Master is smiling or laughing. Shitlips, it is just making things harder for it's Master, and for itself. Just learn to suck it up and be the best it can be. Trust this slave, it will be happier, honestly."

"Okay, Jimmy, this slave guesses it will try harder," ShitLips said.

Jimmy said, "It just spoke perfectly, and this slave would hug it 'cause it looks like it needs a hug, but with this slave's straightjacket on it can't."

"Yeah, I hate wearing it. I feel stupid or dumb wearing it."

Jimmy said, "This slave loves wearing one. Master described that wearing it was like a warm long hug. Master said slave was hugging itself and it is like its Master was hugging it too. Since he decided to put it on it, then it is like he is hugging this slave too. It feels so good wearing it. It makes this slave feel special, safe, secure, and cared for. That's what this slave feels anyway. Try thinking of it that way. And it looks really good on slave, ShitLips, you know."

"It does? Like for real?"

"Oh yes, for real. This slave has been in rubber ones too. Has slave been put in the rubber one yet?"

"No not yet."

"Well ShitLips, do itself proud and its Master will be proud of it too. It feels so really good."

"What is it like as a slave at your house?" asked ShitLips.

Jimmy, got all excited and started telling ShitLips that, first it is Master's house. Then he told him all the things he does. He told him ALL the things he does. He told him what he wears too. He told him that Master makes it "funner" by changing what he wears once in a while. "Sometimes he puts this neck thing on it and it has to look up a bit and it can't turn its head. It makes cleaning more challenging. He likes to challenge it. It works really hard to do that challenge. It gets so happy when it succeeds. It can't help but think about hugging Master when it does its chores well while wearing whatever bondage stuff he had it wear. It is so proud to show Master it was able to do it. It's fun when he does things like that. He knows it loves it, so he does it special for this slave. He's the best dad."

"You called him Dad!" said ShitLips.

"It did? Really?" asked Jimmy. ShitLips confirmed it. "Oh, sorry, sometimes it spills out and it doesn't realize it.

"It's okay Jimmy, I can tell that you love him for whatever reason, even after all the stuff he did to you."

"Well, this slave guesses it just took to it all naturally or easily. It had felt the same way slave did or does, but this slave didn't have any family and didn't really have anything out in the free world to go back too. It missed its friends and its toys and junk, but it is really okay without them now. But, it wasn't very long before this slave realized, it all made sense to it somehow and for whatever reason. It thinks that some God brought it to its Master as a perfect fit. The first day it was with him, he showed that he really cared about this slave and helped it understand it was different from free boys and all the other stuff. It remembers everything he told it. He showed it being his slave would be okay and really fulfilling and rewarding. Master Donahue had another slave when this slave was training. It was named Fuckface. It was real nice. Our Masters let us get together and talk. We were always in bondage like we are now, but we didn't care. We got to talk to each other. We were put in sleep sacks and both hung from the roof, or we would be laid on the floor. It was nice of them to let us do that. I still miss him a lot."

"What happened to him?" inquired ShitLips.

"It was sold. It is probably serving it's new Master or Mistress with pride."

"Just sold like he was nothing?"

"No, nothing like that. When we are trained, we are valued and have a high value. It is sure it was sold or auctioned for a whole lot of money. That would make it happy, if it was ever told what it cost it's owner. It knows it would."

At that point we decided they had had enough time to get to know each other. Donahue closed the video feed and we walked in to find both boys were as we left them. Both looked ok. ShitLips didn't look so sad or depressed, or maybe it was just me wanting to believe that. Hopefully Jimmy was able to help him come to terms with his slavery. I was proud of Jimmy, he had said so many good things and though he had got a bit motor mouth at times I think ShitLips had understood and had a lot to think about as did I. I told Jimmy it was time to go, but Donahue asked that we stay for lunch. I was good with that.

We all went to the kitchen and I took off Jimmy's jacket while he made our lunches. I put him back in his jacket. Jimmy stood against the wall like he always does, even though he wouldn't be able to serve us. After we Masters finished, we gave the boys their first nugget of slave chow and let them eat their meal while we retired to the living room where we could see the boys. Two beautiful boys in straight jackets bent over with their asses pointing towards us. What a sight. I told Donahue that I hoped things would go better and easier from then on. He said he hoped so as well. When the boys were done they came over. ShitLips just stood there but Jimmy knelt down and bowed his head. ShitLips followed suit, so that was a good sign.

A few weeks after we visited Donahue and Shitlips, Donahue told me things were moving forward and there was less tension and less fighting with ShitLips. He was hopeful the slave would continue to improve.

Chapter 4
Jimmy's A Teenager

It was finally a Friday afternoon again and Jimmy was a kitchen food runner again. He would be on a high when he was finished. On top of that, he had been working outside alongside the Labor slaves that day. He has always looked up to them. For some reason he thought they were above him or superior to him or something, when in fact, they were the same as him, they just lived in a stable dorm and worked exclusively outdoors. Maybe it was just they worked outdoors and that the boys became deeply tanned and muscular. Jimmy wasn't muscular really, except maybe his legs. He still had a boy's body who had recently started puberty, with just a bit of nice definition to his chest. He was slightly small for his age, but not significantly shorter. We'd have to wait to see how tall he would grow.

Anyway, I was looking out the window and day dreaming about the upcoming holiday weekend as Dad and the boys were coming down. I was also starting to think of exploring if adoption would even be possible. I didn't know if the Legal team here at the Institute would be able to make it legal. I would talk to my dad too, even though he had already hinted that Jimmy wanted to be my son. I did not say anything to Jimmy about them coming down until the night before. He was just as I expected him to be. He was so excited to have his Master Dad and the free boys coming down. He knew there would be a camp fire in the woods at some point. But otherwise he didn't know of any of my other plans. Actually, I didn't either really. When he was done running, he was caged as usual and I got the phone call from the Kitchen Master that he was caged and ready. I was still thinking about what it would look like to have an enslaved son. What would it change really? What was the point? Oh well, off to pick him up and head home.

I led him out to the SUV, hooded him and locked him in the rear cage and headed home. I wasn't sure when dad and the boys would get to the house. I knew the boys all had school. I also didn't know what to do with Jimmy that afternoon. I guessed we could play catch. The house was always clean, he made sure of that. The food was ordered and delivered. It was just sit and wait time. Jimmy took off his uniform, folded it and put it on the shelf by the back door. I told him to head down to the dungeon and I would be right there. He was kneeling when I get there. That day would be his baseball uniform but with waders that go right to his crotch. He looked so funny trying to run in them. We both laugh at his antics. I wanted something else too though. Hmm. I asked Jimmy what he would like to wear to play catch.

He said, "Whatever Master would like to see the slave play in Master."

I said I had decided his new leather baseball uniform with waders. I needed something else though I told him. He said he definitely couldn't decide and absolutely needed me to decide, not surprising. I grabbed a rubber hood. This one had eye openings, but they were different. They had inch long tubes at the eyes so the wearer had to look through those tubes. It was a weird experience. He would have no vision to the sides, just straight forward. There was a blow up gag to.

So off we went to play catch. I did my usual throwing all around him so he would have to run and pick the ball up a lot. I also throw right to him to actually play catch rather than just run and fetch a ball. Trying to get a good balance between actual catches and foul balls. When I had had enough, I told him we needed to go in and get some water. He was okay with that I think. He was sweating, dripping, and panting. Wearing leather and rubber boots and hood certainly made it hot for a running slave boy.

I removed his hood and changed the water in his bowl. He went right to it when I told him to drink. Now, what to have him wear while everyone was here. Maybe a really tight t-shirt. I love seeing his chest, and covering it with a tight t-shirt would look good too. Maybe his baseball uniform, but the boys would want him to play. Hmm. I finally decided on the leather chastity shorts and his boots. Once he was done drinking I wiped his face and told him to head downstairs and take everything off. He was naked and kneeling on the floor. I asked him what he did with the uniform. He said he conditioned it and hung it up.

I asked him, "Did I tell you to condition it and hang it up slave?"

He got tears in his eyes and apologized saying he was just doing what he was normally told to do. I said that would be correct, when I told you to it, but I didn't and you decided all on your own to do that. I told him to come over and lay across my lap. He did and I spanked him very hard 30 times. His ass was red and his eyes were steadily dripping. He was crying full on now. When I was done I picked him up and asked him why was he crying so hard. He said he was mad at himself and disappointed at himself for making that mistake and making me disappointed and angry. He was crying that he let me down after I had been so nice and played catch with him.

I held him like a little boy and he starting calming down but wouldn't look at me. I told him to look at me. I told him, "Jimmy this can't be the only thing going on. Slave wanted a hug last night and now this. This wasn't the end of the world. It certainly does not warrant crying this hard over.

He was still looking away and said, "Sir, Master is going to get rid of it now, aren't you Master? Please don't sell this slave Master, it'll be good, it won't do it again ever. It will never guess what Master would tell it."

"Jimmy, I don't know why it bothered me that you took the initiative to care for your uniform. I reverted back to being Master at the institute and not Master here. I apologize for the contradiction in what I have tried to get you to do since moving here and suddenly disciplining it for doing just that."

I told him to stop crying. I told him to tell me why he would think I would sell him after something so minor. Please tell me everything you are thinking and feeling especially over the last week. Why are you feeling insecure? He said he didn't know. I told him that was not true. I asked if something happened to him. Were there problems at the institute? Had someone hurt him there?

"No Sir."

I told him to tell me what it was. He started crying again. I held him tighter and told him he must tell me everything. I couldn't fix things I didn't know about. I would not be mad at him, I just wanted to make things better for him.

"Master, Sir can't fix it," He cried. It'll be okay Sir. This slave is sorry for crying and it is really sorry for the mistake Master."

I stated to him, "Listen Jimmy, slave made a small mistake. Did it know it was making a mistake?"

"No Sir, it just wanted to take care of the uniform real good, since it was so special and so beautiful, and this slave wanted to hang it up so it stayed nice. Master bought that special for slave to be able to wear and it loves it so much and it wanted to be able to wear it again, if Master you let this slave."

I told him I understood. I loved that he cared for it so much.

"YES Master, it LOVES it so much Master! And it felt so lucky to be allowed to wear it Sir."

"Jimmy, you made a small mistake and you took your punishment like a good brave slave boy. It is over now. We are going to put it behind us now. Does it understand?"

"Yes Master, Sir," he said quietly.

Jimmy looked at me. I told him he needed to share whatever that thing was he was avoiding talking about. I told him to tell me so I could decide if I'd do anything about it. I told him to settle back, relax and tell me.

"Well um Master Sir, while this slave was talking with ShitLips, It got to thinking about free people, families and stuff. It doesn't have a family, they're dead. This slave has no one but a Master who owns it. Master isn't it's family or anything, and it has nothing and no one. When Master gets tired of it, or it gets too old, or Master gets mad at it, Master will just sell it away Sir."

He started balling again. I held him tight and let him cry it out some more. I told Jimmy I wanted him to look at me right then, to look into my eyes. I told him to tell why he thought Master would ever sell it? I asked it if I didn't show slave boy how much he meant to me?

"Master, Yeah, like it is just like Master's car or something Sir."

"Okay, so let me see if I understand," I told him. I suggested he was now suddenly upset that he was a slave and didn't have something he seemed to think he needed to have, namely a family and/or a dad. I asked if that was correct?

"Uh huh." he said dispassionately.

"Speak words and speak properly to me Jimmy."

"Yes, Master sir."

I proposed we think about this. When he first met my father, he actually took it upon himself to call him Master's Dad. Had he ever been corrected about that?

"No Master."

I reminded him that didn't dad tell him to stand and then he gave you a hug and said you are part of our family.

"Yes Sir Master."

"Okay," I said, "so he had me, and my father that loved him lots."

"Master Sir just as an object, and just an inferior slave."

I told him that simply was not true. I said that I told him we were now lovers. That meant we loved each other like boyfriends. And didn't that make sense.

"Sir, sort of Master, but not really."

So really I encouraged him to tell me what was up right then.

"This slave um, wants Master to be it's dad. It thinks it needs a dad," he said crying again.

I shhhhed him, said we needed to keep talking. I asked him what would that change for him.

"It doesn't know, it guessed Master couldn't sell it if it was also your son. It wants a real daddy to love it. This slave wants you to be it's dad too and it's Master."

I told him I actually, could still sell him, but I never would. I had plans to grow old with him.

"Master could really sell a son, Master?"

I told him yes, there was nothing to stop me. He was registered as an owned slave, and would always be. I told him he would be however MY slave until I died. He would have a home with me forever. If something were to happen to me, I would make arrangements for him to be gifted to someone else that I knew, and he would belong to that person to be taken care of. But I had NO plans for anything to happen to me.

I asked if a father would hold him when he was upset and help him feel better?

"Yes Master."

"What am I doing with you now Jimmy?"

"Master is holding it, Sir."

"Correct. However, would a father sit and talk at enema time and rub your tummy and then shower with you at times? I love those times. I thought you did too. I guess I was wrong about all that."

"Master, no Master, Sir is never wrong Sir."

"So I am doing what a dad would do and even more so, even though I am not your dad? I love you that much Jimmy. Jimmy, are you saying you no longer want to make me happy and be proud of you by serving me and doing your chores so well?"

"No Master."

"Okay then, what are you saying?"

"Master, well it doesn't get to play games or do anything that normal superior free kids can do."

"I see, okay and having the boys here makes you sad and upset that you are not able to just sit around and play games all weekend."

"Sir, it doesn't know Master, maybe." he said.

I told him those boys didn't have a real dad either. And they all had schedules for the chores they had to do at their home. They didn't here, because this was my house, and they were visiting.

"Does that make sense Jimmy?

"Yeah."

"Use proper words Jimmy."

"Yes Master."

I went on and told him I couldn't change him being a slave. His free life was taken away from him when he was 9. I said I was sorry about that honestly. But that was something I couldn't change. I confessed I had been trying to make it better for him since the beginning. I had tried very hard to be honest and open with him. I didn't think I had ever lied about anything. I had even got to the point where I was thinking that I would steal him and take off with him, so he would still have me, and I would have him. Unfortunately, it would have been way too hard and way too dangerous though. The Institute would track us both down. He would be severely punished or worse. And I, well, just plain worse. When I went to have that meeting with the Administrator and the Senior Masters, they told me they knew how attached I was to you and you to me. We worked out a way for you to become mine. I hadn't had him since he was born. But, I actually selected him to be my slave boy. I had never even thought about doing that before he came into my life. He touched my heart from the very beginning. I had never comforted a boy the first night to the extent I did with him. I knew he would respond to that kind of attention. Had I given him any reason to think I didn't love him?

"Master No Master."

Did he hate taking care of me and the house?

"Master, Oh no, never Master."

Did he hate or dislike when he was cooking with my dad?

"Master, Oh no NEVER Master."

Okay, did he dislike or hate making the beds after everyone got up? "Master, Not really, it guesses."

I repeated, not really; so he was saying he didn't like that. Did he hate bringing the boy Sirs snacks and drinks?

"No Master, now that it thinks they like it."

Did he hate it when he served me and everyone and then he ate afterwards?

"Master, well it likes it when it is just you Sir. It is not embarrassed or humiliated when it's just you Master. When the free boy Sirs are here, it feels anxious, that it is not allowed to sit at the table too. And that it can't get real free people's food any longer."

I told Jimmy he had been on the chow for years now. He had to know it is just the way it had to be. If he was to start eating regular food, his body might reject it, and he could get very sick; from what I understood anyway. I did have to admit to him it does keep him looking magnificent to me. I told him he was truly beautiful. There really isn't much that could be done about the food, and I was sorry about that too. Maybe I could put different things on it to change the taste. And I didn't mean just my piss. "Maybe a little sauce or gravy would help, wouldn't it?"

"Sir, Yes maybe Master."

"But I do want to know why you get embarrassed in front of the boys. You told them your status and they still liked you and maybe even liked you more afterwards, right?"

"Yes Master."

"Do the boys make fun of you or hurt your feelings on purpose?"

"No Master."

"You are embarrassed by representing me and making me proud by having you ready to take care of the people at the table."

"Master not really it guesses, well that part, but it wants to be a free boy like them sometimes even though it knows it is far inferior to them."

"I know Jimmy, I really do know. But you are not a free boy any longer and haven't been in years. I thought we had gotten past this, but I guess I have failed you by not making sure you fully understand your purpose and position in life, and your value to me. I guess I was not caring enough of you so you would be comfortable as my very special one and only slave boy."

"Oh No Master, it remembers everything Sir taught it and this slave is proud to be owned by Master. It likes when Master is happy and proud of this slave."

So I told him what I was thinking. I told him, I didn't know if I could adopt him or not. I didn't know if it was legally possible. I told him I would make him a promise. I would look into it and get some help, so I could learn if it was even possible. I couldn't make any sort of promises though, would that okay? I would let him know what I find out, was that okay too? It would be a huge thing, and I wanted to do it the right way, if there was a right way.

"Yes Master Sir! Master is serious that Sir will think about it?"

I told him I was very serious, just as I had just explained. I would talk with my dad too to see what he thinks and if he had suggestions.

"Master, Master Dad likes this slave it thinks Master!"

I said, "Jimmy he more than likes you."

He wanted to know what free boys called their dad's dad. I told him that typically it was grandpa, grandfather, or something similar.

"Master, Oh okay. It didn't know that."

I had one other thought to share. I had always required him to wear regular clothes when the boys were visiting. I asked if that was correct.

"Sir Yes, Master you do."

I reminded him that I didn't make him go naked or in any bondage. I asked again if that was correct.

"Yes Master."

I explained that also showed how much he meant to me. I told him that I would have to figure out what our relationship would look like as Father/Master and slave/son. I didn't know if that had ever been done. He would have to stop being the food runner and probably go to the public school with free boys.

He said, "Master that might be really scary, wearing it's special collar Master got just for it and it's chastity cage." Anyway, I told him to relax and he would have to be patient. I had made a promise to him and I would do what I said.

"Yes Master."

"Good slave boy. So, no more tears, no feeling sorry for itself, take pride in its status and service. I expect my special slave to show how proud you are in front of dad and his boys."

I told him I was considering dressing him in the chastity shorts, boots and a t-shirt this weekend. But I guessed that would be too much though, right?

"Master Sir it wears what it is told to wear, it does not have an opinion Sir."

"Well," I told him, "tonight I want you wearing your leather pants, your boots and that white leather shirt I got you. The black clip on tie as well. You look absolutely stunning in that."

I said I would wear leather pants too, so we both would be in leather. I asked how that sounded.

Jimmy turned to me and threw his arms around my neck. "Yes Master Sir, this slave knows it looks good in leather and Master of course looks the best!"

I told him he was a smart alack.

"Master Sir, thank you for taking so much of your valuable time to talk with this slave."

I told him I loved him very much and it was important to me. From then on, I needed him to trust me and talk with me before it got to be too much for him. I asked if he still knew how to let me know he needed to speak.

"Yes Master."

I told him he needed to clean out and take a shower. And that I would go upstairs and take a shower and put my clothes on. I told him that when his shower was over, to dry using a towel, and to dress as I told him too.

"Yes Master."

I told him, "Wait until your Master Dad sees you so handsome and dressed up." I knew he was going to love it.

I ended by telling him, "Okay my sweet slave boy, off you go. Let me know if you need help."

"Yes Master."

Chapter 5
Dad And The Boys Come For The Weekend

We both got dressed and ready for our visitors. I gave Jimmy a slave bar snack but I put a little jam on it as a treat. He seemed to like the jam. Then he drank his water from the water bowl. I wiped his face dry when he was finished. I sat in the recliner in the family room and my sweet boy sat between my legs, and rested his head against them. I searched around for some sort of baseball game to put on. I didn't know if it was a repeat or not, but I didn't care since we had not seen it. Jimmy was happy watching game. That made me feel better. I so want him to be a happy boy. I couldn't help that he was a slave. That was just something he would have come to terms with. I really thought by then that we would have been past that. It really was all he'd ever known. Well sort of, he did have 9 years prior. I realised a house full of free boys could be upsetting and confusing for a teenage slave. I hoped the boys would be good to him that weekend. My dad and I needed to keep a better watch on them to make sure.

We were watching the game when the gate chimed. I looked down and asked if he wanted to open the door, or should I. He wanted me to decide for him. I told him he was it. He was to open the door once we got there.

He opened the door and my father was standing there with his boys all behind him with backpacks or suitcases. Jimmy knelt down and kissed his feet and welcomed him to it's Master's house. Dad leaned down and grabbed Jimmy, and pulled him up, and gave him a long bear hug. He was telling Jimmy how absolutely handsome he was. He was the most beautiful boy! His boys behind him made comments and jokes that they were hurt by that, that they thought they were the most beautiful. They were laughing. My father finally put him down, stepped over to me and we hugged. While we were hugging, the boys filed in and were all hugging Jimmy and telling him he DID look real nice. They asked if he was so nicely dressed up, just for them? They said he always made them feel special when they came for a visit. Jimmy said he wanted to look real nice for the Sirs and Master Dad. Then he noticed a new boy still outside not moving.

He asked, "Sirs, who is that little new boy Sirs."

The boys said his name was Peter but that they didn't really know anything more than that. He had been living with them for a couple of weeks. The new boy came in with his head down.

Jimmy said "Hello Peter Sir," and put his hand out to shake the boy's hand.

The boy raised his head and looked straight in Jimmy's eyes. He stared intently at Jimmy for a good minute or so. Everyone went quiet and just watched. We were all standing there not saying a word. It looked like he was looking right into Jimmy's very soul. The boy lit up and went in for a hug instead and never let go. That stunned Dad and his boys.

Dad whispered to me that Peter had been severely abused and traumatized and had not spoken since he came. The boy had been in an awful situation, but he didn't know all the details. Dad said Peter had not gone near anyone, let alone hugged them. He was stunned that the boy would act like that to Jimmy.

I looked at Dad, and said, "It's Jimmy. There is just something so special about him."

My dad agreed, and said, "Without a doubt."

Here was a skinny small little boy with sunken dark older looking eyes, maybe 3 or 4 years old (I was guessing based on his size but it was hard to tell) holding on to my 13 year slave boy for all he was worth. He was a cute little guy with his short brown hair, but you could see he was tired and exhausted. He was wearing little Levi jeans that fitted his ass perfectly. My dad knew how to dress his boys that was for sure.

I looked at Jimmy with this little boy Sir hugging his leather covered legs, he then lifted his arms for Jimmy to pick him up. Jimmy did, and the boy wrapped his arms around Jimmy's neck so tight I wasn't sure Jimmy could even breathe. Jimmy looked like a deer in the head lights. (I don't know where I heard something like that, but he really did) Anyway, he didn't know what to do. I told him it looked like he had a little admirer. One of the boys said that he was now Jimmy's little brother. Jimmy looked at me and then down to the attachment around him.

He said, "Sirs, it looks like it doesn't it Sirs?"

Jimmy whispered to Peter if he would like to see the house and the back yard. Jimmy looked at the other boys, and told them to leave their bags and stuff, that he would take care of them like usual. "I am glad to take your important stuff up to your rooms in a little bit, once Peter has seen the house."

All the boys started telling him, that they would take care of their own stuff from now on. Jimmy was taken aback by that.

He said, "Sirs, it is my responsibility to do that Sirs. It isn't comfortable with the Sirs handling their own bags, and it was expected to do so."

The boys told him they had all agreed and decided that Jimmy was not going to wait on them hand and foot anymore. Well, maybe just snacks and drinks, since he knew where that stuff was kept. Jimmy didn't know what to make of all that, I could see it on his face.

Jimmy was tearing up and said, "Sirs, you don't like this slave enough to let it serve you sirs?" Then he apologized for questioning their decision.

"Sirs, okay then Sirs, if you don't want its service."

Jimmy proceeded to show Peter the whole house and the back yard. The older boys were roughhousing downstairs and playing video games or something. He had carried Peter the whole time. He, nor any of us, were expecting any of this of course. I didn't think he knew what to do with the little neck-warmer-guy after the tour.

I announced to everyone that we would be doing just hamburgers, sausages, and hot dogs on the grill. And that we would eat outside. I looked at Jimmy who was still holding Peter, went over to him and whispered, "Jimmy do you want to stay with Peter, or go to help your Master Dad do stuff in the kitchen?"

He said kitchen. I went to take Peter from Jimmy, but he refused to let go of Jimmy. He was seriously fighting to hold on. Poor Jimmy was getting yanked back and forth and was trying to pry his arms away. I asked Peter why he wouldn't let go of Jimmy.

He announced almost at the top of his lungs that, "Jimmy my friend, I stay him good! I know Jimmy tect me! No take me away!"

I told Peter that Jimmy was going to help Papa in the kitchen. He liked to spend time with Papa.

He said, "I help Jimmy."

My father came out of the kitchen and asked Peter why he was yelling.

"Jimmy my friend, I stay him."

Papa told him that Jimmy was going to help Papa in the kitchen right now, and he was sure the other boys would play games with him or something.

"Why don't you go down to the gameroom and join them.

"Jimmy come too me?"

Papa reached for Peter but Peter was having none of it. Jimmy looked rather scared. He had never encountered anything like that. Okay let's be real, neither had I. I obviously had never been around free little boys like this. Papa grabbed Peter who let out the loudest scream I have ever heard. My father held him very tight and sat with him on his lap and started just talking with him quietly and calmly in his ear. I didn't know what was being said, but Peter would nod periodically. I told Jimmy to not worry about it and to head into the kitchen while the coast was clear.

He quietly said, "Yes Master."

My father finally got up and took Peter downstairs to sit with the older boys until dinner. Dad yelled down on his way up, to please help Peter get settled in and please play a quiet game with him.

"Okay Papa," was heard from down under.

Dad told me that that was the most the poor boy had done or said, since he came to live with them. He said he wondered what had really happened to him. He had not been given all that much information on the boy's specific traumas.

With that my Dad and Jimmy got together and decided what to make to go with dinner. He said the boys had to have some salad or something, otherwise they would just eat potato chips and burgers or whatever. Dad started talking with Jimmy about how he was doing with his school work. He wanted to know how working at the Institute was going. I was sitting at the table getting the meats ready for the grill. Jimmy leaned over to tell my Dad something. I don't think he thought I could hear him.

"Master Dad Sir, do you ever think it's Master will find a way to adopt it? This slave really wants a dad, and it's Master would be just perfect Master Dad."

My father told Jimmy that that was a very big and important topic that the two of us should talk about. "I can't answer a question like that for your Master. He has to do what is right for the both of you."

I glanced over and Jimmy was starting to tear up again. My father stopped what he was doing and hugged Jimmy. Jimmy started crying outright now. I sat back in my chair and just watched. Dad, told him to try and stop crying.

He said, "Jimmy I know you really want your Master to be your dad. But no one knows how to make that happen yet. I can tell this is very important to you. What do you think would happen if he became your father? How would you react? Would he be your dad or would he be your Master? Can you see that it might be hard for your Master to draw a line between the two?"

"Yes Master Dad, slave guesses it could be."

"Do you think things would change a lot if that were to happen? What do you think would change, to make you feel better?"

"Slave doesn't know Master Dad, it has missed having a dad Sir, and it really thinks its Master is the "bestest" man it has ever met Sir. Sir, this slave loves him so much."

Dad told him that he knew he loved me. "You know Jimmy, why don't we sit down with Master and see how he feels. It would be just the three of us."

"Sir, ah, well Master Dad, Master and this slave talked earlier. It just wants to really belong somewhere. Slave is nothing and has nothing. It is just an owned piece of property and it just gets upset sometimes."

My dad told him that he knew, and that it is very difficult at times to be completely satisfied serving his Master and taking care of him. He said he knew it must seem one sided, but it really wasn't. He said he knew Jimmy loved his Master and that he knew he had been working so hard for many years to make him happy. He said for Jimmy to trust his Master. He knew that Jimmy made me very happy and proud of him. He was always telling him how Jimmy was doing and he is just beaming with joy and pride having Jimmy with him. Dad knew he liked making my life easier and better, and that made Jimmy happy too didn't it.

"Sir Yes Sir."

Dad told him they needed get the food ready and put together so we could eat when Master had the meat ready.

"Yes Sir, slave guesses so, even though it never gets real food."

"Jimmy, Stop that right now!" my dad said.

Dad continued that he understood he was frustrated and obviously upset, but he had those rules and protocols to keep him safe and secure, and to show him he is loved. Eating regular rich food would most likely hurt him now. He told him please, Jimmy, just try to relax and he wanted Jimmy to just think then, rather than doing any talking. To think about what was really important. Is eating rich foods really that important to him? Did standing and helping all of of them with what they needed, really hurt him or harm him? Just think about those things and more.

"Okay Jimmy? Will you do that for your Master Dad?"

"Yes Sir Master."

"Master Dad," my father corrected him. "As much as I would dearly love to own you young man, you have your own Master all to yourself."

"Sir Oh, yes Sir, Master Dad."

My dad gave him a kiss on his forehead. He told Jimmy we loved him and for Jimmy not to forget that, please. He was extremely important to him and your Master, and apparently a troubled young boy.

"Yes Sir."

I went out and started cooking. I was still learning to use the grill to make things come out right. I was deep inside my head and thought about Jimmy and my feelings about him. I was overwhelmed really that he was so attached to me and wanted to be my son. How the hell would that work? We had down times when he was somewhat more of a son, and other times when he was my slave. I supposed he could go to public school if that was possible. I didn't even know if it would be legal at that point, He would be with other kids his age. Maybe that is what he needs.

But what do Masters do when they buy young slaves? I couldn't be the only one who owned a slave who is so adamant about being a son too. But maybe Jimmy is so unique that maybe he could be the only one. I was so lost in deep thought that when my Dad came up next to me and said the food needed to be taken off the grill I never heard him and didn't even realize he was next to me talking. He grabbed the tongs from my hand and started to take it all off the grill. He nudged me and said my name loudly.

I suddenly came back to life. I apologized to him and told him I was way deep in thought in my head. He said yes, he could tell. He stated that apparently I still did that. I told him yeah, it happens when I am wrestling with something. He told me that Jimmy would be fine, he was just going through puberty and his hormones were all raging inside him. He would settle down sooner or later. Maybe he needed to jerk off and take off that one itch anyway. I told I would think about it, but that Jimmy had never jerked off, and never would.

I went in and hollered down that dinner was ready and to come and get it. Jimmy was still in the kitchen when the thunder of feet rose from the deep. A little boy burst into the kitchen and launched himself on to Jimmy and held on.

"I sit my friend Jimmy," Peter said. "Come Jimmy I sit you."

I took a breath and was trying to figure out how to defuse that, but Jimmy beat me to it. He knelt down in front of Peter and told him that he eats after everyone else does. During your dinner he would be ready to refill glasses or anything else anyone would need. He told him he should go and get a seat and maybe Papa would have him sit next to him or Master. Then he corrected himself, "It meant Uncle Sean, Peter."

"Who? No, I wait you. You my friend and I need eat you. You 'tect me."

I took Peter's hand and told him it was time to get some food. I told him, "Let's go see what looks good to you."

I noticed my Dad had some liquid in a can where Peter was going to sit. I guessed it was supplements or a whole meal, I was not really sure. I glanced at Jimmy and his eyes were watering again. He was just going to have to get used to it all. I leaned over and told him to take pride in himself and his service to the family. I picked Peter up and leaned over to Jimmy again told him I loved him, and hoped he knew that. He just nodded and wiped his eyes. I took Peter out and sat him next to his Papa. Everyone was digging in when Jimmy came out and stood against the wall and waited. He was trying so hard to be strong and be okay with that. I guessed it had been building each time they came down for a visit. He looked so sad though. I made my meal and broke off a piece of my hamburger and sausage, and walked up to Jimmy. I held it up to his mouth but he didn't open up. I told him I thought he might like a little piece as a treat.

He sullenly said, "Master, thank you Master, but slave doesn't need it Sir. Slave is really not worthy of sharing free people food, and especially Master's food Sir. It realizes that slave chow was actually good and good for it Master. It is now happy eating its chow Sir. Sir, this slave spoke to Master Dad, and he is so smart, just like you Sir, but what he said made so much sense Master. Slave will honestly enjoy its slave chow from now on, after everything is cleaned up each night, Master."

I asked him why. He said if he had a taste of the free people food and liked it, he would probably not want to eat the chow any more. It would make it harder for him.

"Okay, Jimmy, I understand, and you are probably correct. I didn't think of that point. You are my amazing slaveboy. You are a very smart young slave and I love you so much."

"It loves its Master too Sir." "Cheer up Jimmy and learn to enjoy serving the family. You were born for this."

"Yes Master but it is sort of embarrassing and humiliating for this slave, Master."

"Jimmy, those are good for you too, you are on this earth to serve and part of that is embracing those feelings. They make you stronger and more humble. Just remember, you are loved."

"Yes Sir Master, Thank you for helping it learn more and for understanding what it is and this slave's breakdown Master Sir. Enjoy your family and the meal that is getting cold now Sir."

None of the boys made fun of or made any demands of Jimmy. They were still trying to figure how to act with him standing there. They were sort of self-conscious, I could tell. I thought they were trying to figure out if they should talk with him? Maybe they were thinking they should tone down their enjoyment of being together and having dinner together. The boys kept looking at each other and whispering.

I stood up and got everyone's attention. I asked Jimmy to come to me. He did and knelt down and bowed his head.

I said, "Everyone, I think it is time to get this out in the open. Jimmy is not allowed to eat with us and eats different food that is good and better for him. I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable being around him or worry about talking or saying anything wrong. Jimmy is always doing what I expect of him all the times you have been here. Jimmy went way out of his way when you boys were here before, and told you about himself and why he is required to act the way he does and does the things he does or doesn't do. That was an extremely brave thing to do with boys he really didn't know. He was very scared you boys would make fun of him, hate him, or abuse him somehow. None of those things happened, and I sincerely thank you for that. Jimmy and I couldn't thank you enough for how you have acted and treated him."

I then reminded them that what happened in this house stayed here. There should be no talking to anyone about this. If they needed to talk, talk to Papa or call me.

"If you call me, I might even let Jimmy talk with you if you wanted. He is not really allowed that privilege, so that would be a very rare treat for him. You all need to know though, he is the most important person in my life, other than my Dad. I expect him to be treated fairly well, and I expect him to treat you with the upmost respect and humility. He is not allowed to use furniture, so expect that, and he is not to get too familiar with you boys."

The boys all started talking all at once. "We decided we would carry our own bags upstairs. We will make our own beds, so Jimmy doesn't have to. We like Jimmy and want him to like us too if he is allowed. We don't want him to be mad at us or upset or anything."

"Boys, he will not get mad at you nor will he get upset or anything. That is not something slaves are ever permitted to feel when serving superior free people."

At that point, little Peter stood up on his chair and announced quite loudly, "Jimmy my friend! Do not him hurt! You hurt Jimmy, I tell the man (he pointed at me), you hurted him. NO hurt my Jimmy."

He then sat back down and continued playing with his food. I was not sure how much of what I had said made sense to him, or what he got out of it, but apparently all he cared about was Jimmy, his friend, not being hurt. The boys and my father looked stunned. I wasn't sure what had happened, but if that boy never said anything until today, I'd be stunned too. I announced that Sir Peter has spoken! I started to giggle.

My Dad said that they all had been put in their places hadn't they? The boys were all laughing and telling Peter he did good. I told Peter that that was very nice of him and I was sure Jimmy really appreciated that too. I suggested that everyone just relax and not stress about how to act around Jimmy. To just act normally. I motioned for Jimmy to stand up. I looked at him and kissed him on his forehead. He had tears in his eyes yet again. I told him he was my good boy! He nodded. I whispered that he could say something to the boys if he wanted to. He shook his head NO. He went back to stand where he was with tears running down his cheeks.

Willie asked, "Jimmy are you able to answer what is it like to have a little person so attracted to you, and attached to you?"

Jimmy said, "Sir, slave has no idea really, it had never happened to it before, Sir."

The comeback from Steve was, "You better get used to it Jimmy, it looks like he's there to stay!

Jimmy said, "Sir it seems so, Sir Steve."

When everyone had had their fill, the boys picked up their plates and took them into the kitchen, threw out the disposables, and loaded the rest in the dishwasher. Jimmy helped my dad and I clear the rest of the table. Peter was still sitting in his seat, singing something to himself. My father grabbed Jimmy and me and said something had woken that little boy up. He had said more words since they got here, than he had in the past two weeks, which had been virtually nothing. And now he is singing to himself. He had been so withdrawn and isolated. To latch on to Jimmy like he had, was strange. He hadn't done anything with any of the other boys. He spent most of his time laying quietly on his bed doing nothing, or sleeping.

Jimmy said, "Master Dad Sir, this slave is so sorry Sir, it didn't mean do something wrong Sir. Slave just went to shake Sir Peter's hand hello and he jumped on it Sir."

Dad said he knew, and that Jimmy didn't do anything wrong at all, it was just an odd moment. We would have to see how it goes with him.

"Just be gentle with him Jimmy."

"Oh Master Dad, slave would never hurt the little Sir, Sir."

Jimmy was cleaning up in the kitchen but didn't fill his bowl. I asked him if he was hungry. He looked down and shrugged his shoulders.

"Words now Jimmy."

"Slave doesn't know Master. It didn't want them to see how it has to eat, but it remembered its Master's and Master Dad's words and instructions. It will be happier and feed itself Sir."

Peter came in and said, "Jimmy eat you say"

Jimmy said, "No Sir Peter, not yet."

"I stay you."

Jimmy tried to tell him that he didn't need to do that, that he would be out soon. Peter was not going to leave. I left but stayed just around the corner listening to hear what Jimmy was going to do. This was a moment for him. Peter was adamant that Jimmy needed to eat and he was not going anywhere.

Jimmy gave a big sigh, and said, "Sir, okay Sir Peter, but Please Sir don't make fun of it or anything."

Peter said, "I not know mean. I need you!"

Jimmy got the sniffles but I heard him take his amount of food out of the bag in the cabinet and put it in his bowl. He went and knelt at his bowl with his head bowed. Peter copied him. I came in pretending not to have heard anything. I told Jimmy it looked like he was ready to eat and had a helper tonight.

I got a meager, "Yes Master Sir."

I tried to pick Peter up and usher him out of the room. Peter yelled, "No, Jimmy need me company. He my friend, I love him he good no bad like bad men, he like Peter."

I tried carrying him out but he was getting louder and really fighting me. My dad came in and surveyed the situation. He came up to Peter and tried to explain that Jimmy should eat by himself. He said it was time to leave him alone, just like he left you alone at dinner. That landed on the deaf ears of a very determined young boy.

Jimmy turned his head and said, "Masters, it's Okay with this slave Masters."

Peter broke free and jumped on Jimmy kissing his head. Then Peter knelt down just like Jimmy. I reached and picked up the first of Jimmy's nuggets and fed it to him. Jimmy then bent down and started to eat. I am sure he was swallowing his pride to eat like this with an audience, but obviously there was not much we could do about it. Peter, didn't care though. He was pretending to do the same as he was seeing. He was squashed up next to Jimmy and was watching his every move and copying him. I looked at my dad and shrugged my shoulders.

Dad shook his head and whispered, "There is something about Jimmy that Peter is needing. He is certainly attached to him."

Jimmy finished and drank his water. Peter was still right there with him. I grabbed a tissue and wiped Jimmy's face, then I had an idea. I wiped Peter's face too. He actually smiled. He turned and jumped on Jimmy's front and hung on for dear life. Jimmy was caught off guard and they tumbled over. Peter was actually laughing and Jimmy started to as well. Peter couldn't have cared less what his new friend was eating or how. He just needed to be with him. If someone eating like that was troubling to him or anything else, I would expect a boy his age to say something. He just accepted that this was how Jimmy ate. What was his life like, if that was okay?

By that time it was getting towards Peter's bedtime. My dad went to pick him up telling him it was bath time.

He shouted, "NO, I Jimmy do it. I Jimmy, Papa"

My father looked at Peter and told us that was the first time he had said his name. Peter thought for a minute, and had this look and aura about him like he had the weight of the whole world on his back.

Peter looked at my Dad and said, "You hug Jimmy, you no hurt him."

My father looked at Jimmy and asked him if he would like him to take Peter off his hands? Jimmy just shrugged. Dad asked him he had ever bathed a young boy before?

Jimmy shook his head and said, "Sir, no Master Dad, this slave can sort of remember taking baths when it was young and free, but it had never washed someone in a bath."

Dad asked if he wanted to sit with him while he bathed Peter?

Peter then yelled, NO! I Jimmy wash me! He my friend, he do."

My Dad was taken aback. He told Jimmy, he didn't have to do that, that he could do it.

Jimmy looked up and said, "Master Dad Sir, apparently not Sir, Sir Peter seems determined that this slave bathe him Sir. It can try, but will Master Dad be there and help it Master Dad, Sir?"

Dad said of course, anything to spend time with him. Jimmy smiled. "Come on let's take our boy for a bath."

Jimmy carried Peter upstairs and put him down. He started the water to fill the tub. He wasn't sure of the temp but my father tested it and adjusted it a little. Peter wanted Jimmy to help him take his clothes off. Dad told Peter to take them off himself since he had been doing it every night.

"No! Jimmy!"

Jimmy knelt down and took the boy's clothes off. He picked up Peter and set him in the tub. Peter was just sitting in the water and making little splashes. My dad walked Jimmy through how to wash him and rinse him off. Jimmy was drying him with a big towel when my dad brought in Peter's pajamas. Jimmy put him in his pajamas as well. He then helped Peter brush his teeth, or rather, did it for him. It was announced that it was bedtime. Peter asked where his bed was. Dad went and took his little hand to lead him to it. Peter broke his hand away and grabbed Jimmy's. They made their way to one of the bottom bunks and got him in bed.

Jimmy said, "You sleep here when you are here Sir Peter."

Peter was wanting Jimmy to tell him a story. Jimmy look glazed over. I was sure he had no idea of a story to tell. My dad handed Jimmy a book and told him to do the best he could. Jimmy started reading and it really wasn't long before Peter was out.

My dad came into the family room with Jimmy right behind him. I asked how it went. Dad, said it went fine thanks to Jimmy. Jimmy was kneeling down next to my chair. I told him to sit and relax.

"Yes Master."

I asked Jimmy what he thought of taking care of a little boy. He looked at both of us and said, "The slave doesn't know really Sirs, it was new and unexpected. Why does he want to be near slave and hug it all the time?"

I told him, "I sure don't know, so I will let your Master Dad field that one."

He said he had no idea either. He said he had had a very quiet couple of weeks with the boy. He never spoke and just picked at his food. He had been giving him those meals in a can to try and keep him going. He said Peter would drink those. That was why he was still so skinny. That had been the way it was, until Jimmy that is. He said that it looked like Peter saw something or sensed something in Jimmy, and just knew Jimmy would be a safe person. He said he had no real clue what was going on, really. Dad said it seemed like he was close to someone named Peter, from what he said earlier. But that he didn't have older siblings, that he knew of. There was one boy who was older, but they were not related. He was told the older boy helped save him and some of the others. He said he honestly didn't think they really knew what had happened.

Jimmy commented that apparently, he seemed to be what or who he had been looking for, but why him? I reached down and laid my hand on his head. I told him he must see something in him that he finds attractive or that he had been missing.

"It is just like when I met you the first time Jimmy. I knew you were different. I knew you were special. I knew you were going to be mine, or at lease my subconscious did. There was and is something very special inside you Jimmy. You make everyone really like you right off the bat. You have a special charm, my boy. Anything you want to add Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked at me and said, "Master Sir, it was going to eat but he wouldn't leave this slave alone. It was embarrassed with him there, 'cause of the way I eat and what I eat. But then, like it said before, it remembered what the Masters told this slave. Then the little Sir copied me like it is normal."

"I see, and helped you decide to eat even with him there."

"Sir slave didn't want to, but this slave didn't see any way out, so that was when Slave said to the Masters that it would be okay Sirs.

"Yes you did Jimmy. What did you think when he knelt down beside you and followed your every move?"

"Jimmy said, "Masters, it was weird, why would he do that?"

I said, "Jimmy I have no idea, Dad?"

He said he was stumped too. Dad told Jimmy that for some reason Jimmy become apparently exceptionally important to Peter. Maybe he would open up to him this weekend. He wanted to know if Jimmy would be okay with that?

"Sir Yes Sir, slave guesses so, but Sirs, this slave has no experience and is concerned it would do something wrong and upset or hurt little Sir. Sirs, what about slave's chores and all Masters. This slave really wants to do them, so that just maybe it would be allowed to spend a little time doing something with the boy Sirs, Masters. Please Master Sir, if slave is really good and gets everything done, would Master think about letting this slave have the honor and privilege do a little something with them, Please Master Sir?"

I told him I thought we could work something out.

"Master oh yes Master, thank you so much Master, it will make you proud of it."

I asked him if he thought the other boys needed snacks or anything.

"Slave doesn't know Master. Would it please Master if the slave went and found out Master?"

"Yes Jimmy, that would be good, thank you."

"Yes Master Sir. It is slave's honor Sir."

After he left I looked at my dad. He shook his head and said, that boy is struggling Sean. I asked him which boy was he talking about.

My dad laughed and said, "Well, both, actually, but I was referring to your Jimmy. I really think a lot of this is the hormones. Puberty is a rough time for kids. They make boys his age emotional and they start to take stock of their world and try to figure how they fit in. I really do think that is the root of his restlessness. You had some of that in you too, but not this bad. You were more driven to take control of your life and end up just as you did. There was no question in your head or mine that you would be who you set out to be. I told Dad that he had a lot to do with everything. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here. I would have been forced to be a slave.

Dad then said Jimmy was such a joy though. I told dad I agreed and that he was an amazing boy. Simple things that would be a drag for someone else, he loves. Like being a food runner. He loves doing it and the Masters will sometimes talk with him. There are more Masters starting to use his mouth too for release, either cum or piss, but he never says anything negative.

Dad said he knew I had been pressured on several fronts but was I at all thinking about starting some research to see if adoption was even possible? I told dad I didn't know, but Jimmy sure seemed to be stuck by not having a father. I just didn't know why?

"Well son, I was pretty stuck on having you as my son. You didn't seem to mind when it happened."

"Come on Dad."

"I know son, but you made me the happiest dad out there."

I said I didn't know what had really happened or how Jimmy came to live at the Institute. Was any of it legal? Was there any record of him even being still alive. I asked dad, "What if there were some legal steps and it was possible?

He said he didn't know and that I would just have to start to figure that out, if I wanted to, that was. Dad said I could ride it out with him, he was sure he would settle down. To just be patient with him.

"I know dad."

Chapter 6
Horror Of The Past

I was just starting to think of taking Jimmy and turning in, when all of a sudden out of the blue, some young voice was screaming at the top of his lungs, "Jimmy Peter! Peter Jimmy! Where are you Peter?"

Dad and I went dashing up the stairs to find Peter crying and wanting Jimmy. Dad picked him up and asked why he needed Jimmy. Why couldn't Papa take care of you?

"NO! Need Jimmy! I know he care me. He alway take care of me!"

I told Peter that Jimmy is only a few years older than him, I thought. He just met Jimmy, and he didn't know Jimmy before. Wouldn't Papa be able to help you and take care of you? I told him that Jimmy lived here with me and he gets to live with Papa.

"I need Jimmy!" He screamed again, "JIMMY!"

My Dad said he has nightmares every night, but Peter wouldn't let him near him. Jimmy was walking up the stairs after hearing the earth shattering screams. Jimmy went up to Peter and asked why Sir Peter was screaming so loud for him? "What did you want little Sir?"

"I asleep and I see the bad mans coming to my cage. I knowed you would tect me and take care of me!" yelled Peter.

"What was your dream about?"

Poor Peter froze for a couple of seconds and said, "What?"

Jimmy told him that what he saw was not real, that it was a bad dream. He told him he was perfectly safe in his Master's house. Poor Peter then broke into tears and crying hysterically. He reached out to Jimmy for him to hold him. He told Jimmy that bad mans was take him away and "gunna" hurt him and do the bad things.

"They go hurt me again!" screamed Peter.

Jimmy asked, "What do bad men do to you Peter?"

I suggested we all go to the family room and we could sit and talk there.

I had Jimmy sit on the couch with the boy on his lap. Jimmy looked so cute holding the boy. Jimmy asked him again what did the bad men do to him.

Peter was still crying, and said, "I no tell you. They kill me I told. I not to die!"

He obviously had not been to a school I surmised. Jimmy just calmly told him that he is totally safe now and the bad people wouldn't hurt him any more. He went on and asked when the bad men were hurting him, were there other kids there or was he alone?

Peter nodded, "Yes kids".

"What were they doing to them?"

Peter said, "Bad things. All us boys cry they hurted us."

Jimmy said "Okay, SHHHH you're safe now, that wasn't nice of them at all. Were your parents there with you?"

"I not know what is. The bad man there. The lady was alway in bedroom. She no left."

"Okay Peter, where was the bedroom?"

"In the bad man house."

"Was there just you, the man and the lady living there?"

"There other there."

"Were they your brothers and sisters?"

"I not know what is. We called spawn of cuntwhore lady chained in bedroom. He make us call her cunt whore. I thinked was her name."

Poor Peter was answering each question and holding on to Jimmy for all he was worth. I was trying to get a mental picture of this nightmare situation. I could only imagine what Jimmy was thinking then. What I was hearing just couldn't have been real, could it?

Jimmy continued his questioning. "Peter, did you go to school."

"I not know what is."

"So, what was it like living with that man?"

"Nasty. Was 6 of us in start. We stay in one room. There a cushy thing on floor. He said it called a mat rest. My friend, he name Peter, he "olderest" of us, and he #1. There wased #2, he nice me too at start, but he end up just sat no talk and just moveded front back all the time and make noises. He no eat by self. Peter get him try to eat, but he not. Peter say #2 hitted on head real hard and was broken. He gotted worser and worser. One day, 2 not wakeded up. Peter say 2 dieded, and no long any pain. Peter telled the bad man that 2 dead. The bad man camed and took 2 away. The man said, 2 was bad spawn no use now. Peter say the man melted boys no use no more, like 2. Peter say there big can with stuff in it that take em to some place heaven.

"I call #3, then was #4 and #5, but they little and not have time with the man like us. When did, they beated and blood come out ass. 4 & 5 hada done bad. They crieded. Peter putted cum and piss on ass cuts to try fix. They lay not talk or a'thing. Peter try help us when could. He make sure quiet all time. 4 and 5 cried lots. He nicest and holded me after it my time with bad man. He shareded some of food with me after my time. I not get any."

"Peter, what did, "your time," mean?"

"We takeded care of bad man. We feed him bites people food. He had nice food. We had give him bath or shower. We had look in to white toy when he "shitted," we wipe and lick his asshole after shitted. We drinked piss from Cock so he no get up. We suck man cock, he choke you and you go to sleep. Peter said it pass out. The man cock was big. Bigger than Peter too. He hit us all time. He just hit us and point to kitchen get beer. He not talk much us. He look at picture box. Oh, Peter called TV, I keep forgeted that. We to lick on him where he tells, all him. He hit lots. We care of cuntwhore too. We use sponge and clean her. He tell us clean her cunt too with our mouth. He saided that way boy clean cunt after Man fuck it. We to lick her and suck out nasty stuff inside. It taste bad. We broughted good food and water and try get her eat. She eye open but not looked at us or nothing. She staring at nothing. Peter telded me cuntwhore moved before, she stop one day. He said the man force him to fuck her cunt when his time. The mans all watch him do, then they do it too. He clean her his mouth after they fuck her. I not know what it mean first. He say he put his cock in cunt (where we have to suck and lick her cunt). He keep cock in and move in and out til he cummed. He say he do it many time on his time day. It gotted to be bad, 'cause he crying when he come in room, he walk real funny. I laugh at him walk funny, but I stop, 'cause he hurted ass. I sawed it. He say he fine okay, but I know he hurted somewhere ass. Most time the man have more bad men with him. We care of them too. They all hit us if we bad or not do right. They putted stuff up our asshole. They hurted our cock and ball. Peter and I clean cuntwhore after they fuck with her."

"Peter, I am so sorry you went through all that. You said that was in your house right?"

"It bad man house."

"Okay Peter, you are being a real brave boy, you are doing great. Just remember you are totally safe now. What were the kids doing?"

"Nothing. There a baby spawn from cuntwhore chain bed. Peter was try care of it. He saided it cunt like cuntwhore is. Peter showed me her cunt and I play with. One time, the man come in and said 6 sold. He saided he sold cunt 6. The man saided only one cunt in house. Peter tolded me that 6 is live with someone diffent then. He said he hope she gotted out and live better. I not know what he mean.

"Peter say man not use be like that. He a normal man when Peter camed live there. I not know that."

Jimmy continued, "Okay, my brave little Sir Peter, what happened then?"

"One time, the man put me in real little cage, even Peter get in one and the man tooked us stay in big room. We not left room after that. The man called it party house him and all men broughted they all boy and cunt whore with them. The bad man cuntwhore now in little room with legs chain in air from mat rest on floor. Peter say all cunt whores must be same way. Us boys were in cage next to cunt whore room. There a bucket for us to shit and piss. All other boys in cages too all over big room. The men had party all time."

"What went on during the parties Peter?"

"They like to hurted us all time. They laugh at me for cry when hurted me. They call a game to see who would cry the loudest. The man who had boy who crieded most, win. One time a different party, some boys put in a ring thing on floor. Peter call it baby pool. But 6 never had one, I not know if that true. When bad mans had piss, they piss on boys in thing. They make all us do it. I not like being in it and I not like do to other boys. They make us drink lots too, so we maded more piss.

"Other game, they put thing on hands and hangeded us from the roof thing."

"What did they do then Peter?" Jimmy asked. I sat there and stared at Jimmy and wondered how he was handling all this so well. All our eyes were tearing up bad. He was absolutely amazing getting info out of Peter. He was calm, concerned, compassionate, and helping Peter to talk. He was looking like a professional therapist or detective. He was also rubbing Peter's back like I used to rub his.

Peter continued, "They hit or whip or use wood paddle they call it, or thing with lot string and knot on it flagger I thoughted it call. It hurted the worstest. I ways forgoted what Peter call it. They had contest who could hit us and make swing the farest. It hurted real bad, I went to sleep ever time they hurted me."

Poor little Peter had been crying the whole time, but was crying pretty hard again going through all this. How did he survive all that? How did he survive all that and still be a somewhat normal acting boy? I noticed that my Father had opened his phone and was recording all of it. When did he start that I wondered, because I didn't see him do it.

When Peter calmed down enough to talk, Jimmy continued. "What else went on Sir Peter?"

"They maded us to eat lot can slop one day, we not shit. They put thing in asshole, to stop it come out. It held in by belt thing that locked on. That next party called the giver/receiver party. They hanged some us upside down by our feets. They take that thing out of asshole. they put something in asshole and hangeded a bag upside so all go in us. It hot and it hurted real bad. They hitted us when we cry. They laugh at us for crying. We cried lots. It was hurted me bad, and I think I burn inside. I not stop crying, it hurted so bad. It was lot water and I knowed I was go to bursted open and die, like 2 die. When we all full hurted so bad, I want it to get out but I not let push out. I saweded the other boys can not too."

"They then hangeded us by our hands. The mans put some pipe thing on our feets so not close legs. They move boys to them baby pools under us all. A boy put in each one. They wered all tie up so not get out. The mans tieded the heads back so they were look up at us. They put metal in their mouth so boy not close the mouths. The boy low me was crying with mouth open really wide. They pull that thing out of all assholes and hitted in my tummy and I squirted the bad water all over boy and in his mouth. His man and the other mans, were yelling him and all boy to swallow. His man said he had lot riding on this, so he better swallow all. But the man not riding anything, he standing there. The mans even pick some up from the pool and dump it over head and put in his mouth and him eat it. It was made the boy throwed up and did I too. It was so smelly in the party house all time. The bad man tell me next time, they kill one of boy, if I throwed up again, when I was giver. I hated to be bottom boy receiver so much when it my turn. I had to eat other boy shit water. I throwed up a lot. I hate it, but after few times I guessed I got some use it more, 'cause I not throwed up so much. I hate it and I hate that man and the other mans too! Other times boys tieded up with hands wide and they cry arms broke, legs too. I not know boys stretch so far all over. The boys go to sleep. We hadta watch. Peter me and all boy get sick in shit bucket in our cage. We so tire all time. We no sleep much when we in big room. Alway loud, screams, smell bad. Peter and I share can slop when bad man dump on floor. We drinked other piss we thirsty. Peter say better than no water."

Jimmy asked, "Do you know how long this was going on?"

Peter said he not know, they did their partys a lot."

"And you said that man brought you to the party and you all lived there?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah he did," Peter said crying. "Peter call it hell house."

"Okay Peter you are doing so well. You are perfectly safe here. What else did they do to you?"

"We had to suck all the mans cocks a lot, like I had to do to the bad man at house. They so big and made me choke and I not breathe, I thought I gunna to die and I wented go to sleep. I not liked those parties. The men put fingers and other things in our assholes. One thing lookeded like the man's cock. That hurted real bad too. It hurted so bad I screamded lot. Peter tolded me I had to pretend to push out a shit when they were do that, it make it betterer. It still hurted real bad. I not walkdid good after. I guessded that what the man do to Peter to make walkdid funnier than me.

"I saweded the mans lock Peter on this wood thing so he not move, they beated his ass bad black and all mans put their cock and other stuff in Peter asshole. He was crided hard, but they putted black thing in he mouth so he not screameded like me. That had to hurted worser than fingers and cock. Peter say he okay and we helded us both after. He hurted bad. The mans maded red come from asshole. Peter call it bood. He crieded and holded me and holded him tight. I help him when needed me.

"Okay Peter, you are doing so well. You are so brave. You are totally safe with the Masters here," Jimmy said. "How else did they hurt you?"

A crying Peter continued, "He made us eat a lot of stuff one day. Which mean the next day was nother party. We not to shit. They lockeded them things in us again. I thoughted we was go to do that shitty water game, but we no. We was dragged out, they say we had play new game um taste tester. We all had to shit on a flat round paper thing. It felt good to let all shit out. The mans forced us to lick clean the boy asshole next to us. It was so bad. I hated do it the man and I hated do it then too. The man came over and push my face in the ass and yell at me to eat it all and lick boy all clean. Other boys pushed in too. He saided there better not be any shit on any boy's asshole, or we die.

For the game, we made lineded up in facing the flat round thing of shit. They put rubber like thing over eyes. We hearded the mans move around. We tolded to kneel down. The game to taste each shit and to told which was our own shit. All boys throwed up 'cause I could hear other boys throwded up too. They whip our asses the a lot time. They move the flat things around so we eating other flat things of shit and what had throwded up on them.

"Two of time, they broughted in cunt whores and we forceded to suck on their bumps and get white stuff to squirt in mouth. Peter calleded them boobs. We had to play game we force to lick and suck their cunts to see who could make cunt whore cummed first. I didn't know what cummed was then. We spended so lot time and we got stuff all over us faces, sometime they push our face in far, we goeded to sleep again."

Peter started screaming, "It was so bad, no send me back! I do athing, no send me back Jimmy."

Jimmy was crying and trying very hard to soothe Peter while he was rocking him back and forth. Eventually Peter slowly fell asleep in Jimmy's arms with his head resting on Jimmy's shoulder. We were all crying at that point. Even my father. We didn't know at that point, but his boys were around the corner and had been listening the whole time. They came in and were in tears too. They crowded around my father and were hugging him.

One boy in the huddle asked, "How could they do that to their own children?"

There were other comments and statements. Another said, "I know my life was fucked up bad, but that is way worse."

My father agreed, "it is way worse,' he said.

They wanted to know how they all got away from there?

My Father said he was not given all the information about it, but, "From what I understand, one night when the men were all passed out or too drunk to defend themselves, some unknown men broke into a warehouse. Apparently they shot all the men, gathered up all the boys and moved them out. I don't know where or how, but they got them cleaned up and gave them underwear, and a t-shirt to wear. I don't know how far back this all happened, but I am guessing about a month ago. Peter had a lot of bruises and some were faded more than others when he came to me, so it had to have been several weeks, I guess. No one knows who the rescuers were. The police got an anonymous tip that there were dead men inside a warehouse with women chained to the walls. The police in some other jurisdiction got a call that there were abused boys in an abandoned house, who were just rescued from a warehouse somewhere. The authorities couldn't really figure out what had been going on there. They did figure the boys were related to the warehouse of horrors.

"I was told Peter was one of the bus load of kids. The kids were all admitted to hospitals for a full battery of tests. All were severely malnourished. Others had STDs, worms and other parasites and serious ailments. I was told my Peter was just as bad as the others, physically. Emotionally, who knows yet. He hadn't really said anything before today. He was so thin when he was brought to me, he still barely eats, and does not talk with anyone, well, other than Jimmy now. He seemed to eat more today at dinner than he has since arriving at our home. He has just sat on his bed and wouldn't play with the toys the other boys shared with him or what I bought him. I got the impression he had never had toys or knew what they were or how to play. He has taken to a teddy bear though. He has been totally withdrawn and detached from the world. He has not spoken to psychologists or therapists. He just sits there."

"Dad, he knew nothing of the world. He apparently spent most of his life locked in a room, a cage, or a warehouse. His world was very small and very damaging both physically and emotionally, who knows about developmentally. How could he not be totally overwhelmed at your home and here or anywhere really? I can't believe he was even able to go into your home of all boys and with a man in charge."

I told him I also couldn't believe he spoke as well as he did. "Hell, just to be able to survive through all he had had to endure, is miraculous. I suspect this older Peter had a lot to do with that, at least from the sounds of it."

My Dad continued with what he knew. "Since the men were dead, and the women were so beyond any help or even being able to form thoughts, there wasn't much to do. The boys apparently had no idea of last names. I guess now, some, like Peter here, were just numbers. I didn't know anything about that. The older boy named Peter was apparently abducted prior to what our Peter just told us about. Older Peter said he had no idea where they were or who the man was or who any of the men were. Older Peter was hospitalized and has had a mental breakdown or collapse or something. He kept telling everyone, that he tried to help the other kids, he really tried to do something, but just couldn't, there was no opportunity to get the boys to safety. He didn't even know or remember his real name. I learned last week that he is just a shell of a person now. He does not interact with anyone and is basically catatonic. It is all just so horribly sad."

Everyone was crying softly or sniffling and we all were very exhausted. I asked dad's boys if they thought they would be able to go to bed and actually sleep. I said the boys go get washed up and ready for bed, and that I was sure Papa would be up in a bit. Then I mentioned again they could use the bathroom down in the game room too if needed. It was a full bathroom with shower.

I got an, "Okay thanks Uncle Sean," from the group, and they slowly walked out.

While I was looking at my Father and Jimmy, I mentioned that that was the most intense and disturbing thing I had ever heard in my life. I said, "Dad, my young life was real bad, but it was nothing like what this poor boy endured."

"Sean, I know, and I totally agree. But, look at you now!"

I asked him what he was going to do now? What was going to happen to the cute little guy? That boy needed some serious psychiatric help. I said I also felt bad for the older Peter too really. Imagine being a teenager and having to care for little boys who are going through all that, and at the same time you were going through it too, but worse. It was unfathomable to me. He had to be so strong, so exhausted, and so drained. No wonder that boy just broke down. He had to be so amazingly strong to do what all he had done.

Dad asked Jimmy, if Peter was still sleeping. Jimmy nodded his head. Jimmy looked at me and started crying and said, "Master Sir, this slave is so sorry for the way it has been acting, and pushing Master to be it's dad. If that is what a family is, and what a father would do to his own kids, then this slave is more than good being your slave. Slave knows it is safe, secure, happy, and not being hurt, and is actually loved by it's Master and Master Dad. It just thought it wanted to be part of a family and feel that it belonged or fitted in somewhere, not just owned. But it is so happy and satisfied being your slave Master Sir. It has totally accepted, and is so happy being your Slave Master Sir."

I told Jimmy that was not a family. There was no way that could be called a family. That was a bunch of sick psychopathic sadists making babies just to abuse them. That was nothing but sickness and evil."

I mentioned that, well, I guess we now know how Peter went from being #3 to Peter. Dad said that it appears he took his hero's name at some point. I asked them both, what were we going to do with Peter that night. Dad said he would have him sleep in bed with him. I suggested to Dad that he was the man in the house for all the boys and they might need him as well. I suggested that we take Peter to sleep with Jimmy and I that night. I asked Jimmy what he thought of that.

"Master, slave would be happy with whatever Master decided Sir. Sir Peter seems sort of stuck on this slave."

I said I didn't know if that would make me happy or not, but it should help Peter. "But Jimmy, if it gets too much, let me know."

"Okay then, Jimmy and I will sleep with Peter between us."

The king size bed was definitely big enough. That way Jimmy would be with him if he woke up.My Dad said he guessed that would probably be for the best at this point. I asked Jimmy if he was okay to carry him or would he like one of us to carry him. He asked if I could carry because he had been holding him for hours and his arms were tired. I told him I was more than okay with that, I would love to do that for him.

I carried Peter up and and gently laid him in the middle of the bed. I unlocked Jimmy's boots, and told him to take off his clothes, leave them neatly on the chair, brush his teeth, wash his face, and use the toilet. When Jimmy was done, I hugged him tightly and kissed him, and told him I loved him. I said no spanking tonight and no ankle cuff cable.

He looked at me with wet eyes, and whispered, "Master, has slave done something wrong Sir?"

I told him he hadn't and I didn't think he would need it after all that had happened tonight.

"Master Sir this slave really needs its spanking every night Master. Master Sir, it still helps the slave feel safe, cared for, and really loved by its Master."

I told him that was great. That we would go do it in the bathroom with the door closed And just hope Peter would not wake up. So we did his nightly spanking in the bathroom. Peter never stirred.

Jimmy got in on his side of the bed and put his hand on Peter. Peter wriggled a little but didn't wake up. I got undressed, did what I needed in the bathroom and crawled into bed too. I turned to Jimmy and said that I guessed I wouldn't get to cuddle with him since we had a living breathing obstacle between us.

"Master Sir, no Master slave guesses not tonight Sir. Master Sir, it is sorry Master Sir."

I told him he had nothing to be sorry for. I turned off the light and eventually fell asleep. I hoped Peter wouldn't have another nightmare.

Chapter 7
The Morning After

The following morning I woke up and Peter was partially laying on Jimmy. Jimmy was still asleep. I wondered if that was how the boys slept on the one mattress. I eased out of bed and hit the bathroom. Jimmy would not receive my piss that morning. I threw on sweats and was headed down to the kitchen for coffee. I got to the hall when I heard, "Jimmy wake up, Wake up Jimmy, I up."

I went back to my bedroom and told Peter to let Jimmy sleep longer. I told him I would take him to get food or something to drink. Amazingly enough he seemed okay with leaving Jimmy there. I took Peter to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. I was going to give him some privacy, but he changed my mind. He cried out not to leave him. I asked him if he knew what to do on the toilet. He said the nice "cuntwhores" at the place they took him to, showed him what to do. I was guessing it was the Hospital. When he was done I wiped him and put his clothes on him.

I carried Peter to the kitchen and sat him down on a kitchen chair. My dad was there and was starting the coffee, so he beat me by a couple of minutes, not that it was a contest or anything. I got Peter a glass of juice and then opened a cupboard for some cereal and a bowl. I grabbed some milk. He looked at me with a really confused face.

I asked him, "Peter do you know what this is?"

He shook his head no.

"Okay we pour the milk in and you use a spoon to pick it up."

Again, I got that look.

I said, "Okay how about this. I put the cereal in the bowl and you eat it the way you want."

He said, "K Jimmy Mister."

He fished the cereal out with his fingers and started eating it. I am guessing the bad man didn't bother with utensils for his "spawn". What an utterly disgusting mistake of a human being he must have been. Peter would not drink the juice. He made the worst disgusted face. So, I tried milk. That didn't work either, so I settled on water.

Dad decided on scrambled eggs with bacon, and toast for everyone that day. Easy enough and it would get the boys through until lunch. The boys started to shuffle in one by one. Most were just in underwear or shorts. That worked just fine with me, of course. We told them all that Jimmy was still asleep, so please try to keep it down upstairs.

"Would some of you," I pointed to the older boys, "please volunteer to help Papa, by setting the table and whatever else he needs?"

I took my coffee and headed back to the bedroom. Jimmy was still asleep so I let him be. After how he had handled last night's "interrogation or investigation", and how he helped little Peter get through that whole story, he deserved to sleep in, and then some. I sat in the chair and read the paper that I had grabbed on the way up. I read a lot of the paper and my boy was still sleeping. One of the boys came up to let me know Papa had breakfast ready. I thanked him and I picked up my mug and headed down.

Peter was starting to look for Jimmy. He was saying he would "eat Jimmy late". We all tried to get him to eat something. I didn't know, but maybe the cereal filled him up since he had not been eating much at all for a while. At least he had ate that. We somehow convinced him to not wake Jimmy up and to just sit with us. I finished my breakfast and headed back up to see how Jimmy was doing.

He was up and waiting to do his enemas. I sat and talked with him. I asked him how he was doing after everything that happened last night. He said he was pretty tired when he went to bed, but was good this morning. I told him I could only imagine how exhausted he had to be after the stress of dinner, Peter shadowing him at his meal, and then after that the whole emotional story Peter told. I told him he did an amazing job helping get all of Peter's story out. I was so impressed how he handled Peter and asking such good questions to get, what I assume was, the whole story. He was just amazing.

He told me "Master thank you Sir, but this slave could have gotten up with Master and taken Master's morning gift, and then helped Master Dad with your breakfasts."

I told him I knew, but he deserved his time alone to sleep.

"Master thank you Sir."

I asked how he felt about what Peter had said? Jimmy told me he didn't really know, but he couldn't believe someone would treat kids, their own kids at that, that way. To just dispose of them like trash or something. How he had killed that boy, his own son, and then put him in something to dissolve him. He still couldn't understand why or how someone could do that. Those kids had no life, no school, no love, no caring, no concern for them. They were no more than caged animals. They were just breathing things to fuck and abuse.

He asked, "Master Sir why would he do that? Little Sir Peter is so cute and he seems like a really good kid, even after all that shit he went though. How could anyone hurt him or want to hurt him? How do people get that way Sir?"

I said I understood what he was saying and I felt the same way but had no idea how something like that could happen.

I told him, "Oh by the way, Peter was wanting to come and get you up. He refused to eat breakfast and was waiting to eat with you. I don't know how to stop his affection for you."

"Master, Slave must be filling the void that his protector and only friend, that older Peter, left after they were rescued. Sir, he must have been so lost and so scared without him. Imagine the only person you have ever known and trusted, was suddenly ripped away. You had never seen the outside, let alone the outside world, and suddenly you are out in that world without knowing anything or anyone. You've never seen anything before. How overwhelming that had to be. He had only one friend and he was suddenly gone. This boy was totally alone and not able to trust anyone and not even know what anything was. It had to be so sad and terrifying for the little boy. He didn't even have a name for fuck sake. He was just a number Dad! Slave meant Master, it' sorry Master. Anyway, he was moved into a house filled with boys and another man solely in charge. How could he do it dad? Damn, Slave meant Master again Sir. How did he survive?"

I told him, "Peter must be a very strong little boy who wants to live. He really relied on older Peter apparently."

"Yeah, Oh slave means, Yes Sir Master. Slave is sorry for making those mistakes and didn't mean to not show proper respect Master."

I told him, "Look Jimmy take all the time you want and take a hot shower today, maybe it will help you feel better and will be a nice treat for you."

"Master, slave is so sorry and it guesses embarrassed about how it has been acting. That was really selfish of it and not fair or respectful to Master Sir. Nor was it fair to Master Dad Sir. Slave asks to be disciplined and punished please Master Sir"

I told him no, that he was just fine.

"Master really Sir?"

"Yes Jimmy, remember when I told you about the changes happening to your body last year?"

"Yeah Master, Sir said it was puberty and the slave was becoming a slave man."

I told him he was right. I went on to say, well the things making the changes are male hormones. The hormones make your balls drop lower from your body. Your dick gets bigger and can get hard with a mind of its own. You get hair on you. You get zits. Well, it also makes a boy pretty emotional. All the changes going on with your body is also going on in your head. Boys get angry for the littlest of things, or they can get really sad. Lots of emotions are just under the surface. Boys your age are suddenly aware of a bigger world around them suddenly. All kids are trying to figure out how they fit in the world. Boys your age sometimes stop being nice and end up fighting their parents about everything. Parents are the enemy to many kids around your age.

"Does this make any sense to you?" I asked.

"Sir Yes Master, but it could never even imagine thinking of its Master as an enemy or even fighting anything with its Master Sir."

"Thanks but anyway, I think a little part of your feelings are being made bigger or more important now because of the hormones raging through you body. I understand you and I understand what you are going through to an extent. You have done nothing wrong, you are just being a normal boy. The difference, from what I can see, is that I hope you will always be able to talk with me. Most kids don't talk to their parents and are way to embarrassed to talk about sexual things, or changes to their bodies, and other things and even to bring up questions to their parents. Actually Jimmy, I understand parents are the same way. We however Jimmy, seem to be able to talk about anything, when you want to, but generally you let me know when you need to talk and I try to be there to listen and help. Jimmy, I love you so much and in a way, at least from my point of view, we have a better relationship than many fathers and sons. I know it sounds kind of stupid, I guess, but that is what I was thinking."

I looked closer at Jimmy and noticed he had tears in his eyes. I asked Jimmy, why he was crying? I asked if he could tell me what I had said to make him cry?

Jimmy turned to me, and leaned into my arms. He was hugging me so hard. I shhhushed him and told him I had him, he was okay and was always going to be okay.

"Oh Master Sir, slave is just so sorry. Yes Sir, it can talk with you always, if it can figure out what slave wants to say. Master Sir is right about everything of course Sir. Slave knows it is so lucky to have you and it loves you so much Master."

I told Jimmy I thought I was the lucky one. I told him that I was sure everyone had eaten by now but I had no idea what they were up too now. They were probably in the game room or out back. I told him to come down to the kitchen when he was finished here.

I asked Jimmy what did he want to do if Peter still had not eaten and pushed to eat with him again?

"Should I or your Master Dad, pull Peter away and force him to leave you alone until you are finished?" I wanted Jimmy to be comfortable and I didn't want to put him in a situation where he was uncomfortable or embarrassed.

"Sir, Um, Master, slave doesn't know Sir. What does Master think would be good for it?"

"Jimmy, this is one time where you need to think and really tell me what you want. This situation is pretty different and totally unexpected."

He said , "Well Master, slave will just eat as it always does Master, but little Sir needs free people food Sir."

I told him Papa and I would figure it out. I only wanted to make him happy.

"Sir, Okay Master, what does slave do now?"

"How about you take that hot shower and meet me in the kitchen?"

"Yes Master."

I told him I would leave him something to wear on the bed. I had planned on putting him in those chastity shorts because he is so cute in them with his thin waist, but I thought better of that now. Yes again. I just pulled out a pair of too small athletic shorts, a nice T-shirt and his little rubber Speedo type panties or underwear. He would have to wear his boots, since he has no other shoes.

About a half hour later Jimmy came in to the kitchen. I was there with Peter. I was trying to play cards with him but he didn't know any numbers, so, I was showing him single digit numbers on the cards. When Peter saw Jimmy, he jumped off his seat and launched himself into Jimmy's arms.

Jimmy told him, "Good morning Sir Peter. Did you sleep better last night between it and Master?"

"Yeah Jimmy, I slep good you to." Peter asked him, "Gunna eat Jimmy?"

"Yes Sir Peter, it will be eating."

"Okay, I am eat you."

Jimmy asked him why didn't he eat with everyone else?

Peter said, "I want to be you and eat you. They had people and I got you. We need each other."

He wiggled out of Jimmy's arms and grabbed his hand. Peter led him to the cabinet where we keep the the slave chow bag.

Peter looked up at Jimmy and said, "We eat!"

Jimmy told him, "Sir Peter, it will get you some food from the refrigerator.

"No, I eats same you!"

"Um Sir Peter, you should eat regular food like the others."

"No, I want you have! We need eat gether."

Jimmy looked at me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

He asked, "Master, would it be okay for him to try slave's food?"

I told him, "It shouldn't hurt him Jimmy, it is very nutritious. We'll see what he thinks when he tries it."

Jimmy got another bowl in addition to his, and filled them both, with a little less for Peter. Jimmy put the bowls down and knelt in front. Little Peter did the same thing. I fed Jimmy his first piece. Peter looked at me.

"Me Mister."

I went next to him and fed him his first piece as well. Jimmy leaned down to eat. Peter did the same thing. They ate together. When they were both done, Jimmy needed water of course. I assumed Peter would too. Jimmy drank and then Peter did the same thing. I guessed I shouldn't have watched, but it was certainly something to see. I wiped their faces. I asked Peter, wouldn't he rather eat the other food and sit at the table?

He said, "We not use table and not like it."

I told him I understood what he was saying, but what about the food, you should eat regular food.

"No, I like this stuff gooderer. It gooderer than the stuff that bad man gived us. Peter say it for dogs. I not know. I not know dog is. I be just like Jimmy,"

Little Peter went on to say, "Can I stay Jimmy? I need with him. We need both us."

I told Peter let's go talk with Papa about that. I told Jimmy that if he wanted, to go play with the boys downstairs. He hugged me and thanked me several times and added that I would be proud of him. I told him to go have fun and that honestly, I was always proud of him.

"Yes Master!" and away he went, happy as can be.

I carried Peter to the family room and found my father. I was surprised he allowed Jimmy to leave and also that he allowed me to pick him up and carry him. I related what and how Peter's and Jimmy's breakfasts went.

He thought for a moment and asked Peter, "Why didn't you eat with us at the table and why did you want to eat what Jimmy was eating?"

Peter said, "'cause I no like table. I never sitted at table for. I eated on the floor. We all did."

My dad told him that he would like him to eat his food and not Jimmy's.

"I not like that stuff. I like Jimmy food lots, it was gooderer, It my food now."

My father said, "Peter I will have to think about that. You might just have to eat our food."

That turned that cute boy into a very angry looking boy.

"No, I want Jimmy food, it is gooderer, it my now too!"

Dad said, "Okay, Okay Peter just calm down now. It will be okay. Will you talk with Papa and Uncle Sean?"

A confused boy looked up and said, "Who?"

Dad said pointing between us, "Well, he and I."

Peter said, "Okay."

He had Peter hop up on his lap and sat him back against his chest. Peter stiffened up.

My Dad said, "Shhhh, its okay Peter, no one will hurt you. You are totally safe here. I will never hurt you. Remember when I hugged Jimmy and didn't hurt him?"

"Yeah," Peter whispered.

"So it will be just like with you, Okay?"

"Yeah."

Dad asked, "Peter, do you remember telling us about what you went through and how you lived?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, do you remember anything about the house?"

"The room we locked in real dark. Peter said window covered so we not get out. I not know a window was. He tolded me. Peter real smart. Jimmy too! He my friend now."

"Okay Peter, did you see anything that you can remember about the kitchen, or the room where that man was watching TV, or the room where the lady was.

"Oh, that cuntwhore."

"Did you see anything in the rooms? Was there any mail with an address on it?"

"I not know what mean."

"Okay Peter, yes that's apparently true. I am sorry Peter."

Dad looked at me and said quietly, "I don't think he can share anything. He just didn't recognize anything or understand enough. I now wonder though, how did older Peter know so much? How did he know what stuff was?"

I told dad I was thinking about that. I reminded him that older Peter had said the man was somewhat under control when he was abducted and started living there before the others were born. What if, even though he was a prisoner, he picked so much up then? What if he was able to watch TV? What if the woman was talking and mothering somehow?

"Those are really good points Sean."

I asked, "Well Peter, would you like to go downstairs and see what the boys are doing?"

"Jimmy there? Jimmy needs us."

"Okay, let's go check."

Chapter 8
Jimmy Gets A Shadow

The three of us went downstairs and started watching the boys playing video games. They had both TVs well in use. I didn't know if they were playing together or against each other or with someone else somewhere in the world. Peter was squirming around in my arms trying to reach Jimmy. He kept calling out to Jimmy. He was getting so frustrated. Dad grabbed him sat down and explained to him that Jimmy is playing a game and he has to pay close attention to the game, so he can play better.

He asked, "Peter can you wait for Jimmy to finish?"

"Yeah."

Dad asked, "Peter did you and the other boys play games in the dark room you were in?"

Peter looked at him with this big question mark written all over his face.

Dad asked, "What did you and the boys do in that room?"

"Nothing. We lieded down on mat rest, us holded on to the young ones 4 & 5. Peter and I talk about what we had to do with the man and cuntwhore. Peter make up stories to tell. They good, I love hear story. We play hands with the 4 an 5. It where you slap other hand. Peter say they like tickling, it make them laugh. One time he show me how, I tickle them too. I lieded in Peters arms a lot and I play with his body. He has thing like I me, he bigger. I play with them and that hole in him stomach.

We asked what things on him was he talking about. Could he lift his shirt and show us. When he showed us we told him they were called nipples. Did it feel good to him when they played with them.

"Yeah, but the man and the mans hurted them when they toucheded and pull them hard."

"Okay Peter we understand. It is like that with everyone."

"Okay. Oh, we had suck on cuntwhore things too. We to suck real hard to try and get a'thing out. I got some sometime. It not okay I not like do it."

"Okay Peter you said they hurt your anus last night."

"What?"

"Oh, yes sorry, your asshole."

"Yeah, it hurted lots."

We asked if they touched his penis.

"What?"

"His cock."

"Yeah, I told baby cock. They use something rough and made it real hurted bad and red bood. Peter try make better by putting in mouth, but he not move up down. He just holded it. That helpded it be better."

"Okay Peter, that was real good, that is all for now."

"Okay, I help Jimmy thing in hand." We asked if he could sit by him and not touch his hands or the controller.

"What?"

"The thing that is in his hands."

"Oh, okay."

The once again happier boy, went and sat next to Jimmy. Jimmy was on the floor and the other boys were too for some reason. They normally used the couches. I had to assume they were making Jimmy feel like them. That was awfully nice of them.

I asked Dad what he thought the boys would like to do this afternoon? He thought swimming would be fun for them.

He asked, "Are we still doing a campfire tonight?"

I told him, yes of course, and that I thought it would be fun. It was another thing I hadn't done.

"What about Jimmy, Sean?"

Well, I will let him join in too. I told him I thought I would sort of give him the rest of the weekend to be a kid.

"Be real careful Sean. If he gets a weekend, it might be hard for him to go back to normal."

I told him I had figured that too, but I would explain it to him. I was sure I could get a promise from him and it would work out.

"Okay Son, he is yours, and you know him best. Giving a little leeway here and there gives them a taste of free life and many can't accept going back to their slave lives easily."

I told him I knew. That was the biggest concern I had with the thought of adoption. I didn't see how that would work. I looked at my dad and said, "I could use a beer. You?"

He looked at his watch and said, "It's close enough to lunch time, so I am there with you."

Some of the motley crew heard the word lunch. We heard "Lunch? Was it lunch time?"

We told then not quite yet, but soon. We'd call them. At that, Jimmy dropped the controller and stood up. I motioned for him to sit back down. His partner or opponent or whatever was sitting with his hands up.

"Jimmy, you were winning!"

Jimmy said, "I need to help make lunch for you Sirs. Maybe I will be able to do something later Sir. Thanks so much for letting me play with you Sirs. I know I am not worthy, but thanks Sirs."

He walked over to his Master Dad and asked him, "Master Dad, are we going to make lunch Sir?"

At that moment, a ball of young boy plowed into Jimmy's legs and held on. Jimmy looked down and picked the boy up.

He asked Peter, "Would you like a Horsey back ride?"

Peter replied, "I not know that is, it hurt me?"

"No Peter it won't hurt you at all. I need to get you on my back and you just hold on around my neck and legs around here."

Peter wiggled and finally managed to get in position. Jimmy said, "My father played like this with me once. I thought it was fun."

Jimmy looked at me with a question in his eyes. I told him to go on horsey, you have a happy rider on your back.

Jimmy said, "Yes Master." And he bounced up the stairs so Peter was bouncing around and actually laughing. That was a glorious sound and sight.

I looked at Dad, and nodded up the stairs. He got up and followed me. We went into the kitchen and grabbed our beers. Jimmy still had Peter and was bouncing him around the living room and dining room. When he saw us, he came in to the kitchen and plunked Peter on a seat and knelt beside him. He starting talking to him.

Jimmy told Peter, "Little Sir Peter, I have work to do now. You need to wait now."

"Okay, Jimmy, I wait you."

Jimmy greeted me and my father. He knelt down and kissed our shoes and greeted us. I looked at him strangely, and told him to stand up. Then lo and behold, little Peter hopped down, and did the same thing. He even called us Masters. So, that felt awkward to all of us. I looked at dad and he was just looking down at Peter. Jimmy knelt down and told Peter that only he does that to greet real superior men that he admires, and it shows them he respects them and their authority.

Peter said, "I spect em too!"

I looked at Dad and told him I thought this was going too far. That I was really worried about what Peter was thinking. I knew he didn't understand, but I thought this might be dangerous for him.

My father only said, "Maybe."

I thought to myself, Maybe? That was not very insightful.

Jimmy and Dad made big submarine sandwiches for us, with fries and mixed vegetables. I could imagine what the boys will say about that. We called them up from the basement and we all went outside again to eat in the fresh air. Jimmy helped with a tray of glasses. They made lemonade for the boys. Peter refused to eat after trying some of Papa's sandwich. He said, "Yuck, I want Jimmy food."

Jimmy was standing there watching the glasses for who needed refills, or people needing mayo or anything really. The boys grabbed the pitcher and served themselves. They were talking about the games they were just playing and how Jimmy was actually winning this time, but he had to stop the game to make our food.

Steve said, "So, I hope lunch is worth it to you people! He said to Jimmy, "You know Jimmy you could have finished that round."

Jimmy looked at me. I nodded. Jimmy told them he didn't want them wasting away and starving. Everyone chuckled, and Jimmy smiled. The boys carried their empty plates to the trash and put their glasses in the dishwasher again. Dad and I were just sitting there. Jimmy grabbed the bowls to carry to the kitchen. He came back a couple of times and cleared the rest and took our plates too. Peter got up and followed Jimmy the last trip in. Dad and I got up and stood by the door to listen.

Jimmy told Peter that now everyone was done eating and he had cleaned the kitchen, then he could eat, but not until Master starts with the first piece. Peter told him that was okay, "So let's ready to eat."

Peter grabbed the two bowls and Jimmy put the food in. They both walked over to the wall and put their bowls down. They each knelt down and put their hands behind their backs. Peter kept glancing over at Jimmy.

Jimmy whispered, "We have to wait for Master, so we know it is okay to eat."

Peter whispered, "Okay Jimmy."

I went in and gave Jimmy his first piece and kissed his forehead. I went and did the same thing to Peter. He giggled. They both bent down and started eating. I turned to Dad and motioned to the living room.

I asked him what were we going to do? He shouldn't keep doing this. He would never be able to make it in society. I told him we had to ease him in to being a regular boy from this emotionally damaged uneducated boy and I didn't know what else.

"Son, I have calls into his case manager, Social Services, and Child Protective Services. I will update them on everything that has happened here. I have already sent them the recording from last night. Being that it is a holiday weekend, only the on-call people were available."

Jimmy walked in with Peter's hand in his. He came and knelt by my chair. I grabbed a tissue and wiped both their faces. I asked Jimmy if he would like to sit with us?

"If it pleases Master and if Master would like that Sir."

I told him to come and get comfortable, lean against the couch. Jimmy sat down and Peter jumped in his lap with a thud. Jimmy moved him around until he was comfortable.

I asked Jimmy if he had any thoughts about his lunch? "Sir, Well Master, it was okay. This slave had only eaten with someone a couple of times before. Peter followed every move it made. Peter said the food was good, better than the messy stuff the Man dropped on the floor of their room, and better than what Papa makes."

Peter popped up and said, "It easyest to eat here. We had use hands to pick the mess from the floor. We suckeded each others fingers to clean them off. This was gooder, and I got a, what it again Jimmy?"

"A bowl."

"Yeah, a bowl. And the food is drieded and not mess. It is bestest food I ever eated. I like it! Do you like it Jimmy, like me?"

Jimmy said it was good.

"See we like it lots! Jimmy say is what he eated, and I want too. Jimmy say it is.. What did you say Jimmy?"

"Nutritious."

"Yeah, that word. And I spose that a good thing 'cause Jimmy eat it."

I looked at Jimmy and then my Dad. I stated that he could talk a mile a minute like Jimmy. I asked Jimmy if he had taught him that? I laughed.

Jimmy said, "No Sir Master, one is probably more than enough for Master, Sir."

"More than likely my boy."

Dad said it was probably time to get the boys into swim trunks. I agreed and said that that was great idea. I just needed to sit with Jimmy for a bit. After dad left to tell the boys, I asked Jimmy if he was okay with all this?

"Sir this slave is happy with all Master decisions Sir."

I told Jimmy, he actually could have a choice about this one, just as we had spoken about it that morning.

"Master Oh no, it wouldn't want to upset him Master. If Master forces him to stop, it might hurt him Sir. And at least he is eating solid food Sir."

I told him that was a good point. I looked down and noticed Peter was asleep. I motioned for Jimmy to look down too.

"Master, what is going to happen with him Sir?"

I replied that I just didn't know. His Master Dad had already sent in the recording from the prior evening to the authorities. He also called but there weren't people working, because it was a holiday. that we probably wouldn't know anything for a while. But, he would go back home on Monday with the others. I said then he would be free of his human attachment.

"Master, he is really kind of growing on me actually. It likes holding him. He is so little for his age right Sir? Is he the right height? Is this what it is like to have a younger brother?"

I told him I didn't really know since I had never had a sibling either. I told him I was guessing he was short for his age and very under weight. I would guess it might be like that with a little brother, but probably not so clingy, I suppose.

"Sir he is really cute Master."

I agreed with Jimmy, that I thought so as well. Then I told him I had bought him a swim suit the other day. I asked if he was up for going in the pool with the boys?

"Master, whatever Sir decides for his happiness Sir."

I said, "I do believe it would please me young man."

I told him to gently hand Peter over and he could go up to change. I handed him the key to his cage. I wanted him to take it off while he was swimming. There might have been roughhousing and I didn't want there to be more questions.

"Yes Master."

"Okay" I said, "Go change and have fun today." And that I would stay there holding Peter until he woke back up.

"Yes Master."

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you so much for this privilege, it knows it is going to be so fun, thank you Master Sir."

I told him he deserved it and I wanted him to have the time of his life this weekend. But on Tuesday we would go back to the old grind and protocols and did he understand?

"Sir Oh Yes Master, that is good too."

I told him to get going!

"Master?"

"Yes Jimmy?"

"Master, Um well Sir, this slave kinda wants to keep him now Master. This slave thinks it would love to take care of him, teach him what stuff it knows, hold him when he cries Sir, or just hold him."

I said that was amazingly sweet of him, and I kind of liked Peter a lot too. But, he had to go with Dad. He belonged there, he had custody of him.

"It's interesting though Jimmy, you are the only two boys that have ever made me feel this way."

"Sir this slave loves you Master!" He then finally took off to change.

I carried Peter out to the back patio. Everyone was in the pool and dad was sitting on the porch in the shade watching and having a beer. I sat with Peter for probably 45 minutes when he started to wake up. Peter was so cute as he was waking up. Rubbed his eyes and stretched himself. I looked at him and thought, besides being skinny, he was really short. I guess growing up with whatever slop he got to eat had severely hampered his development. And then living in a dark room wouldn't have helped either. This was probably the most activity he had done in quite long a while. I could imagine he would continue to sleep more as he became more active. Play hard and sleep hard I guess, although he didn't play hard. I had noticed dad had a big bottle of vitamins and minerals he'd dropped into Peter's meal in a can. I hoped it was helping. Imagine a life like that, and not knowing any different until you are 3 or 4. I needed to ask Dad how old he was.

Once he was awake, he looked at me and said, "You not Jimmy."

"No Peter sweetheart, I'm not."

"Where Jimmy, he take care of me?"

"Well young man, I would love to take care you too. Would you let me?"

"Okay, but not Jimmy."

I said I knew, but I would try real hard.

"Okay."

I told him all the boys were in the swimming pool.

"Oh, that big tub thing?"

I said yes indeed, but explained it was called a swimming pool.

"What you do in that?"

I turned him around so he could see everyone in the pool having fun!

I glanced over at my father and he was looking at Peter. I asked Dad if he would like a lap warmer. He said yes, but no. It was warm enough out there. He asked how my little friend was doing. I told him that he seemed okay. He wanted to see what one does in the pool.

Dad said, "Well, it looks like you splash a lot of water, make a lot of noise, and jump in and out. There doesn't seem to be much coordination going on."

No, I agreed that it looked like a free for all. Peter was just watching every move going on. I mentioned to dad, that his little brain must be on overload seeing all the new things in a whole bigger new world. I couldn't even imagine

.

"Me neither, Son."

Peter didn't move much and just kept watching. I glanced down some time later and noticed he was asleep again.

I looked at my dad who said that he was still very much in a healing phase. That he was sleeping a lot. Dad said he found him asleep on his bed quite often during the day. He doesn't have much energy but one couldn't have much energy with only those complete meals in a can.

I suggested to dad, that if he ate solid food and was more active, he would build up some strength and stamina but I didn't know how he was going to get him to eat regular food however.

Dad said that was a very good question. He was guessing after eating whatever he ate, that all this different food with different flavors was just too much for him. He needed to find some professionals who might have some experience with this sort of thing, so they could help him get him on the road to recovery. I told him that was a really good idea.

I continued to hold Peter and talk with my dad while chilling on the patio watching the big water babies play. Jimmy was tentative in the deep end but with everyone paying attention, I figured he was okay. He was laughing and fully invested in the, game? I guessed they were playing some game. I couldn't tell if there was a method to the madness or not. I was thinking, not.

After a bit, Jimmy got out and came up to me and knelt down. I asked him what was up.

"Master and Master Dad, do the Sirs need anything to drink or anything else right now? Slave should have been paying better attention Sirs."

I told him we were absolutely fine right then. That his Master Dad had grabbed us a couple of beers already.

Jimmy looked at my father and apologized. "Master Dad it is sorry that it was not here to get that for Master Sir."

Dad told him that was no problem, and that he was doing just fine. He went on to say, "Your Master wanted you to be one of the gang out there making so much noise."

I asked Jimmy if he needed something to drink?

"Master Sir, well um actually Sir, the boy Sirs were just asking about a snack was all Sir. Slave told them it would ask Master and Master Dad."

"Oh okay, I can imagine that all that," (as I pointed my finger and moved it around in a circle), "whatever that is, would burn off a lunch pretty darn quick. How about you and Master Dad figure something out. There are pretzels and chips in the pantry, or whatever else you want. I was thinking of the popcorn in there for the fire tonight."

"Yes Master, thank you master, Master Dad?"

Dad told Jimmy to come on, they would find something to soothe the water savages. Jimmy and my dad went in. They brought out pitchers of lemonade and snacks that the boys all devoured with wet hands while drip drying. It was really something, they really were good boys for my dad. They were fun to have around honestly. I would never have thought that before.

The horde of energetic boys decided to play basketball and whatever else they could think of doing. When they got too hot, they would jump back in the pool. Peter was content to sit on my lap or once in a while Papa's. He never ventured out to play. He was just studying what he was seeing. Dad got him an apple juice box and had to show him how to use the straw. Peter thought that was really odd, but then he decided he liked a straw. The juice, well not so much. He did say he wanted a straw all the time from now on! He was so cute and amazingly well behaved for a wild child who lived in the dark and gloom his whole life. I sure hoped he could come to terms with things and recover. I was sure there would be more nightmares in my dad's future. Hopefully the counselors were figuring out how to help the little guy.

Chapter 9
A Weekend Of Fun And Discovery

After the games and a spaghetti dinner, made by my two favorite guys, Jimmy was finally finished in the kitchen and was going to eat. Peter, who insisted on staying with Jimmy, asked him, "We gunna eat?"

"Yes, little Sir Peter, we are going to eat. I just don't know why you won't eat what the others are eating Peter."

Peter simply stated that he didn't like any of that stuff. "That man dad made me try it all time. I hate it."

Jimmy told him that man was his papa. "Papa just wants you to fill out and grow up strong and healthy."

"It just yucky me. It hurt tongue and my mouth."

Jimmy didn't understand how it could hurt him.

"It feel tickley and I not like it. Come Jimmy, you and me eat you good food! I wanna bowl again!" I stepped in to the kitchen and saw them getting their food. They followed the same pattern as the other meals.

About 8pm, the overly anxious boys wanted to light the fire. I told them all that we needed to carry the firewood out there and make a pile. I suggested each grab as much as they could carry and take it to the fire ring in the clearing. The boys were about to tear out of the house when Dad stopped them.

"Boys, there are plenty of bugs and it might get cooler later, do you want to wear jeans or something."

They said, "PAPA, we will be fine, it's still hot out."

Dad just shrugged okay. I told dad I had a garden wagon in the garage that we could put the moving blankets in and the snacks. I also had all the stuff for the "smores". I told him I googled what I needed.

My dad laughed, "Son, how often do you google?"

I told him, "Way too much dad, just way too much, but one has to learn somehow, right?"

"Yup, you are right! Let's get this show on the road."

Jimmy didn't get up with the boys, and was still sitting on the floor with Peter. He did stand up when I did, and left Peter, but he didn't look happy. I asked him what was wrong, what had him upset or mad? He said he was alright, and he hoped we all would have fun out there, and to please let him know if we needed anything more.

"Jimmy, I apologize to you again. You ARE going with us. And you WILL be right next to me out there."

Jimmy looked at me while saying, "Master this slave didn't think it belonged out with the Master's family, Sir."

He started to cry. I pulled him in for a hug, and told him he was part of this weird family, and he just had certain obligations that they didn't have. I asked him to try to be patient, while we figured this all out, okay? I told him to come on, he could help me and Master Dad. He nodded and kept hugging me. I told him to dry his tears and help me with gathering junk food for them. He brightened up and with his little tag along human holding on to Jimmy's shorts, he helped me load the wagon with the stuff. Peter was still hanging on to Jimmy's shorts with one hand as we started out to the clearing.

"Jimmy up! Jimmy up! Jimmy up!'

Jimmy bent down and lifted his little boy onto his back and held him that way again. Jimmy bounced up and down like a pony. Peter was in heaven and laughing so hard. It sure was apparent, that little Peter really relied on older Peter. That separation must have been just horrible. He had been apparently totally miserable until seeing into Jimmy's soul.

The fire was fun and the boys all ate more than their fill. I believed it would be showers all around tonight before bed. Peter fell asleep early, even with all the noise and laughing. Jimmy kept wanting to get up to serve the snacks, but I held him down. They would be fine, and I thanked him for trying. I told him he was my one special boy and I wanted him to enjoy the experience. That got a smile. As the fire was dieing down, Dad decided he had had enough. He announced it was time to carry everything back to the house and put it away. Everyone got up and started to try and fold the moving blankets. Some were not as neat as others, by the way.

"Everything back in the wagon?"

"YES!" came a thunderous roar that woke Peter up.

"Jimmy, I miss?"

He asked Peter if he remembered the popcorn?

"Yeah, it okay."

Did he remember the cracker with marshmallow and chocolate?

"It mess."

Did he like it though?

"Not real, it madeed my stomach feel bad."

Jimmy said, "Oh okay Peter, but that was all there was. The rest of the time everyone was just talking."

"Okay Jimmy." Jimmy told him we were going to the house, and he would get a bath and then go to bed.

"With you Jimmy!"

I looked at Jimmy and said to him apparently he gave you an order.

Jimmy smiled, "Yes Master this slave understands Sir."

On the walk back I wondered what Jimmy was thinking suddenly having a little boy look up to him and hang on him. Poor Peter just couldn't be separated. Monday was going to be a real challenge to get Peter in the van to go home. Dad was going to have to think about working up to that.

After everyone had their showers and said good night, I took mine and climbed in to bed with two sleeping boys. No kiss, no spanking, no nothing for me I guess. The thanks I get around here I thought, chuckling to myself. It was a long day and Jimmy was much more active than usual today. That must be why he was out so quick. And his sidekick, well he watched everything and his brain was probably short circuited by the overload of new experiences. The two boys were kind of entangled. Jimmy had never had that, so I was curious how he fell asleep like that. I turned off the light and was asleep pretty quickly myself.

Sunday went just as smoothly really. The boys played some sort of baseball, if you could call it that. They had it all worked out, but it didn't look like anything I had ever seen before. But then, I was in a different place in life when I was their ages. Jimmy wanted to wear his uniform to play. I told him that it was very warm that day and they were going to be more than just playing catch. Besides, I was not sure how to get it out of the Dungeon.

"Sir, Oh Please Master, can't this slave just show it to them then Sir? Master, this slave would like them to see it and see how special it really is Sir."

Well I told him I would try to figure out a way to get the playroom or games room, as the boys called it, emptied out so I could go retrieve it.

"Yes Sir Master, that would be great SIR! It can't wait to show them!"

I went to the games room and mentioned to the boys that they should go up to the living room with Papa and finalize their game plans. They sort of looked at me weird. I told them to please just go up and make sure the rules are established. They left and I opened the dungeon and grabbed his uniform real quick and shut the door behind me. After closing the bookcase, I went up and put the uniform in our bedroom hanging it on the door knob.

Jimmy showed them the uniform. He was so happy and so proud. He was just beaming. He showed them the contrasting colors and had them feel the leather. The boys were nice and pleasant, but I could tell that they didn't understand a leather baseball uniform. One of the boys, Simon, seemed to linger longer and touch it more. He asked how it felt to wear it? How Jimmy kept it shiny and new looking? Jimmy told him about conditioning it and that it was still new, he had only just started wearing it. Simon was sniffing it alot, but trying not be seen. Simon wanted to try it on.

Jimmy got a horrified look on his face and that made Simon immediately apologize. Jimmy took a breath and said he would need to ask his Master for permission first. He looked my way. I told him if he wanted to let Simon try it on then that would be fine. Jimmy had to apparently think that over. He looked back at me and I told him it would be fine with me if he would like to see Simon in it. He looked at Simon and said, "Okay." They took off to Simon's room.

Jimmy came back in and straight to me with Simon in tow.

"Sir, how does he look Master?"

I said I thought he looked great. It was a little short on him, but otherwise good. I asked how it felt? Simon got real red, real fast. I told Simon, it was okay to like leather or anything else for that matter. If he liked it, that was all that mattered.

"Really Sir, oh I meant Uncle Sean? I was afraid the others would think I was weird or something."

I said I doubted it, and asked him what he thought?

"It feels so nice. It is warm and hugging me. I really like it, a lot. It is making me stiff though. Thank you so much Jimmy for allowing me to try it on."

Jimmy told him it was Master's but he got to wear it at times. Simon looked at me and thanked me.

The other boys were getting very antsy so we told them where the balls and gloves were and go have at it. Some of the boys had their own gloves. Once they were gone, Simon leaned in and whispered if we had other stuff?

I asked him, "Like what?"

"Well, you know stuff. I read on the internet about leather and rubber, about Masters and slaves, and bondage and some other word dis something."

I asked, "Discipline?."

"Yeah, and there were some pictures that came up with lots of men wearing leather, and they looked really nice. I got real excited. And some of the people had some shiny rubber stuff that I didn't know what it was. That stuff showed off their bodies more. I liked that too. I saw pictures of men slaves all tied up with rope or belts or something. I saw some slaves in things I didn't know what they were. Some had leather things on their heads. I learned those were hoods. I got hard all through the pictures too. Is that normal for a boy or am I sick or something?"

"Well Simon, that is probably something you should talk with Papa about. I am sure he would be happy to talk with you Simon."

Simon said he couldn't do that. He would be to embarrassed. I told Simon he didn't know his Papa as well as I did. And for him to trust me, he would be very understanding and would even help him to learn more.

"He would Sir?"

I assured him I knew he would.

"Okay maybe when he is alone sometime."

I looked at Simon and asked, "Simon when you looked at those pictures, were you looking at the Masters or at the slaves?"

"Both Sir."

"Okay, yeah I didn't ask that right," I said. I tried again, "When you looked at the pictures did you see yourself as one or the other? Which excited you more?"

I glanced at my dad and he was listening and gave me a crooked eyebrow. Simon said he liked the looks of the Masters, they look manly and strong, but he really liked the slaves, they were manly too, but they looked so happy being controlled. They got to wear stuff. They have stuff on that looks weird, you know? But in a way good way weird. I told Simon that was good, just fine, and that I understood. I asked Simon, if he ever looked at girls in school? He nodded yes. Did he look at boys? He nodded a harder yes. Who could he see himself kissing or hugging more?

"OH boys, I don't think I like girls that way. I like them and all, but I like boys better."

I told Simon that was fine, and perfectly normal.

"You know, your Papa over there is very smart and knows a lot of things. I am sure he would spend time with you talking about all this. No judgments or anything. I think you should really talk with him."

"Yes Sir, Uncle Sean."

I went on and said that loving leather and Latex or rubber was perfectly normal too. It wasn't for everyone of course, but for those who enjoy it and wear it, it is awesome. I asked if he remembered that Jimmy and I were wearinig leather on Friday when he arrived?

"Oh yes Sir, I noticed it right away. I wanted to touch it and smell it. I did with Jimmy when I said hi to him and hugged him. I got a stiffy then too. I kept looking at Jimmy all night."

I assured him that was absolutely fine. I suggested why didn't he go take it off and to Jimmy, "Please hang it back up."

"Yes Master."

"Thank you Mr. Sean Sir."

And they took off to change. Then it hit me what he had said, 'Mr. Sean Sir?' Hmm.. I looked at my dad and he was smiling and shaking his head.

He said, "I would have preferred if he figured things out on his own, you know."

I looked at dad and said, "It was on his own terms. He is curious Dad. Help him feel okay."

Dad said, "Yes Mr. Sean Sir."

"Oh, you caught that too?"

"Yup I did, we'll see if he ever gets the courage to talk to me."

Dad and I just relaxed on the back patio. I ended up with Peter on my lap again. I couldn't quite figure that out, unless it was my relationship with Jimmy. I said to dad that I was not sure why I was the lucky one to get Peter and did he want the lap warmer?

"No Sean, he seems to really like his perch."

I came back with, "Hmm, okay then, but if you get cold, you just let me know."

We talked about a lot of nothing, really. How his home life was going with the boys. About my job and what was new.

"You know Dad, this little guy's body must be doing a lot of healing for him to sleep so darn much."

He said, "Yes, but from what we heard the other night, there was no external stimulation for them, other than well….. He and boys sat in a dark room with nothing to do. Nothing to keep their brains and minds engaged. I would bet you, those two younger boys don't speak near as well as Peter does, if at all. I am almost positive that older Peter spent a lot of time with boy #2. And then when little Peter came along, Peter had two speaking boys older than him, to raise him and keep him alive. Older Peter was caring for a new born with 3 older boys and apparently did it very well with what he had to work with. I tell you what, that older Peter is an angel. He really is a Hero. The poor boy is in a hospital now totally exhausted and worn out. I try to imagine how he held it all together all that time taking care of the others too. I just can't see how he did it."

I agreed with dad and said I felt terrible for him. I thought older Peter needed to know that what he did really mattered, and that he was a truly inspiring young man and a hero.

I asked dad, "Could you please see what you can find out about him? Where he is and how he is doing, that sort of thing. It would be great to take little Peter up to see him. He was all little Peter had. He was the little guy's everything. I think both Peters need to see each other and older Peter needs to see that he did it. He saved those boys, he needs to see that and know that. They were so close, and I would just like to take little Peter to see him. He was trying to calm him, console him, and help him when he was, in fact, going through the same thing, but worse. He must have been in some horrible pain getting raped like he was. There has to be tears in his rectum and anus. Dad, it's just so sad. That sadistic mother fucker!"

"Sean! Where did you learn to speak like that?"

I apologized and said I was just so upset. He said he understood but we had to take it one day at a time. But, yes he would find out about older Peter.

Then he said, "Now, let's address you wanting to take Peter to see older Peter. You were speaking as though he was your foster son."

I was going to respond and only got out, "Um Dad, …."

Dad said that it was okay and he thought he understood.

"Dad, I don't really know what is happening. I had just wanted to live my life with Jimmy. I don't know how or why, but that he had touched my heart at first sight. I know I tried to resist it for a very long time, my head said this was going to be someone's slave, and I was just training it, but something else entirely said this slave was meant to be mine. I don't really know when he went from it to MY slave boy. And now, for some reason, we both believe we were meant to have Peter with us."

"I know Son" he said.

"Yeah, I know Dad. You and Donahue saw it way before me. So, we move here, I change my job, and Jimmy is in school and enjoys serving at the Institute. Then he starts to really feel at a loss that he can't call someone Dad. I really don't understand it, but I DO understand that it is incredibly important to him. I just don't know how to visualize how it would work without being very confusing. Dad, I never saw myself as a Father. Just a Master. I am just not comfortable being a dad. I don't believe I have what it would take to to be a father."

"Really Sean?" he said with that eyebrow thing again, he looked down at the sleeping boy in my lap. "You obviously are not seeing yourself clearly and your apparent capacity to nurture. Sean, look at what is happening. Your slave is desperate to call you dad, right or wrong. You even say he slips quite often and calls you Dad."

I agreed that that was true.

Dad continued, "He loves you so much Sean, but he is in pain."

"I know Dad."

"Now then, this little boy in your lap knows nothing of a family or any concept of normality. And for whatever reason, he is very comfortable with and trusting of you. Certainly more with you than me, and I have been with him longer. I think we know why Jimmy, but why you? He seems to be more than comfortable and trusting with you enough to let you hold him and even enough to sleep on you.

"He has no idea what is right or wrong. Hell he doesn't know up from down. His whole universe was older Peter and the every day abuse and torture. His family really was only those 4 little boys trying to survive together. He saw his brother murdered or the after affects of his abuse anyway. After #2 was murdered, whenever that was, it really was just the two of them. I don't believe #4 and #5 were really even functioning children from the sounds of it. With no nurturing, dog food, and no stimulation in a dark room their whole young lives, those two poor souls were just existing and probably wouldn't last much longer. I have no idea how the murder and the baby being sold affected them. It almost seemed like it was just something that happened.

"I guess what I am trying to say is that, you don't see yourself as a father, but the little boy you took charge of at 9 years old, was ripped away from his life suddenly. He lost his mother and father and his whole life in one short morning. He was not even able to say goodbye to them. Then we tortured him at processing to make him ready for slave training. It wasn't long I suspect, before he began to forgot where he came from and his little family with his mom and dad. You were all he had for all those years. He was conditioned that you were the most important thing in his life, as were all the boy slaves. You were more important to him than even he was himself. You guided him, helped him learn what he had to learn.

"You were doing your job, of course, but with this little boy, he or you turned something on in you that you didn't even realize. It did take you a long while to finally actually see it, but you were more gentle, more nurturing with this one. You were more sympathetic than you had been before with slave trainees. He was facing being ripped away from what he knew to be sold or auctioned away. We never take into account what these boys are feeling or what they are facing. In the span of a short period of time, those boys are taken from whatever they had before, assigned to one Master, who dominates and controls them totally. They lose all ability to make decisions. Once we make them slaves, we sell them off. No choice, no nothing. That was our job. That is what the Institute does. We knew that then and we know that today. However, I guess what I am saying is…

"Oops, Wow, I guess I did a 'Jimmy' and went way astray. So Okay, long thought even longer here, You don't see yourself as a dad. You don't think you have what it takes. Jimmy sees something in you that he needs. He calls it a dad. Now out of the blue, which neither of us was expecting, a little boy comes in and latches on to your slave boy. Alright, so we know Jimmy. He is something else for sure. I would love to have him as a son. He is that special, just like someone else I know. Any way, that little unknown child thinks Jimmy is a replacement for the only person he held dear, older Peter. Suddenly, within a few hours, he is letting you hold him, he is very comfortable with you, and trusts you enough to sleep in your lap, a lot. That is 180 degrees from what it was just a day and a half ago. I think you are selling yourself short Sean. I think you have much more to offer children, than just training them as slaves."

I didn't say anything for a while. After listening to all he had said, I agreed with him, realising that everything he was saying was true, I guessed. But, I would have to think on it all more. I was worried what tomorrow would bring. I was afraid Peter would implode if he was taken from Jimmy. Dad told me Jimmy AND me. Dad said he honestly thought I would be a very good father. That I just had to open myself up to the idea.

Wow, suddenly, I was in my head again. All those thoughts going through my head. I loved Jimmy more than I could ever express. I knew I couldn't live without him. Everybody that meets him, loves him. He was just that way. He seemed to open people up for more in life. He helps to open up something in themselves that they didn't know before. Myself, Donahue, Fuckface, all the other slaves he had spent time with, including Donahue's ShitLips, my dad, the boys, Simon. So Simon was a submissive. He is young, but if a person knows what they need, then they know. I sure did at his age.

It hadn't taken long for Jimmy to figure out he was extremely comfortable in his slave skin. People always look down on modern slaves. If someone is an actual born slave, like Jimmy, they excel at it. There isn't much forcing. There is understanding, embracing, introspective awareness, and eventually excelling, dependence or, interdependence I guess really, freedom from life's worries, freedom from having to make decisions that they wouldn't be comfortable making. It is a life-fulfilling position. One that no one should take lightly. I am responsible for him, his life, his happiness and success.

Looking back, Dad was right. I took things a lot slower with Jimmy. I made sure he was slowly stretched before I entered him. I wanted him to like it. I wanted him to not be afraid of being made love to. I had never before thought in all those years of training slaves, that I was making love to them. I was training them to learn to accept getting fucked. Teaching them that they didn't have a choice, they just needed to learn to just accept. I guess, looking back, I really was treating Jimmy so differently. No wonder he felt the way he did or does. How did I not see what I was doing? Even when Donahue and Dad kept telling me. It was only when the prospect of losing him came to the forefront, that I realized what had happened and that I had to own him. Own him or be a father. That was a foreign concept to me except for my dad. My real dad, not the sperm donor.

Now, there was this sad tiny boy that came out of the blue. He looked so sad, so troubled, so lost, and he really did look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was troubling for me to see. I have trained slaves that sort of get to that stage, but I guide them through it and build them up to be proud, strong, and productive. I had to; that was the job. But Peter, I just don't know why, but after he found my beautiful happy slave boy (for the most part), this little boy changed. He is eating better now (alright, slave chow isn't what anyone would expect, but it is good for you), and he seems to like it more than 'Free People Food,' as Jimmy calls it. For that little boy to think nothing of Jimmy's differences, and Jimmy's rules etc. was very surprising to me. And then for him to accept me, well not like Jimmy, but enough to sleep with us and sit in my lap etc. How do I reconcile all this.

Chapter 10
Sean Has A Lot On His Mind

I was still deep in my head again, when Jimmy and my dad were trying to bring me back to the present.

"Master! Master! What's wrong Sir?"

I told him, "Oh Jimmy, I'm sorry son. I was deep in my head again."

Jimmy said, "Um, Master? Sir just called it son. Sir are you alright Master?"

I had not realized I had. I told him I was fine, I really was. I asked him how the baseball stuff went?

"Sir, Oh Master, it was so much fun. It had the best time. It got us real hot so we jumped in the pool. Slave hopes that was okay Sir, it knows it didn't have permission, but slave doesn't know why, it just went along with the boy Sirs, Sir. It knows that was wrong Sir and it asks Sir for a punishment for not coming to Master first, Sir. But we needed to, really! And then the boy Sirs were mentioning lunch, Sir. So, I came to talk with Master Dad to ask about lunch and what I needed to help with, and well Sir, Sir were just starring off into space, Sir. Slave should have let Sir continue on doing what Sir was doing, but it got so worried, Sir."

I told Jimmy to please slow down.

"Oh Master, It's sorry, it is doing it again."

I told him he was just fine and to not change a thing.

"Okay Master, Sir knows sometimes it gets too excited and it can't seem get everything out of it's head fast enough. Slave just seems to need to get it out before it forgets what it was saying. Sir know Master, Sir? So is Sir okay now? Master, do you need something? Master isn't sick is he Sir, Master? Master, it will take care of you, for real Sir. Slave needs Sir to be better Sir, if Sir is not feeling well Master. Does Master need ice water or a beer or anything Sir? It will go get you something cold right now Master. It will make Sir feel better Master. It sure hopes Sir will feel better…"

"Jimmy!"

"Oh no Sir, again. It doesn't know when the motor in it's mouth goes into warp drive Master. So, as I it was saying Master, it came over to talk with Master Dad about what it could help with for lunch, 'cause the boy Sirs were getting hungry Master. Sir, do you know what Master Dad was thinking about for their lunch, Master? This slave needs to help him, the boy sirs are hungry…"

I told Jimmy to please pause. I then had a now wide awake Peter on my lap. I put Peter down and stood up and grabbed Jimmy in a hug and I just held him. He was still sort of vibrating.

"Jimmy honey, you are getting a big bit wound up."

He said, "It knows Master, it doesn't know when that is going to happen, it just does it,Sir. Master?"

"Yes?"

He asked if I was really okay? I told him yes, very much now okay. I told him that holding him made me the best and the happiest.

I figured that my dad was already inside. I suggested that maybe he could go in and see if his Master dad needed any help. The boys could set the table or whatever if necessary. I asked little Peter, if he wanted to come with me or sit in the kitchen and watch Jimmy.

"You sit me the kitchen? I need both."

I told him that was good and that his wish was my command. That went over his head, I had to remember he knows very little English and even less about anything outside his little dark prison room.

Lunch was raucous with all the boys seemingly still amped up. Jimmy's little side kick still wouldn't touch his Papa's or my food. He tried one bite and actually swallowed, but decided that Jimmy's food was still 'gooder'.

I kept glancing at Simon. He seemed quiet and looked at Jimmy often but in a clandestine sort way. I guessed you had to really look to see it. I didn't know if there is an attraction to Jimmy or if it was his life status.

The next thing I realize, I am way deep in my head again. Damn, twice now. I was more than likely overreaching here, but I thought Simon was really intrigued with slavery or his idea of it anyway. My dad really should talk with him. Maybe I should talk with him again. I would never ever think about the institute for him. That is just too much and too out of the question for a boy I know. But, if he wanted just a touch of or a taste of experience, maybe that would be okay. I could certainly do that. I could have Jimmy in bondage watching while I give Simon a little taste of serving.

What if he just wanted to try bondage or just wear leather or rubber. That would be okay, for sure. I thought just easing him into some knowledge and showing him gear would be good. Now that I thought of it, it would be totally different to work with a boy while not in the Institute setting. Well besides Jimmy that is. It would be, well it might be, fun really, but I guessed a different fun. Maybe he could stay this week and I could, or Jimmy and I, could ease him in to some exposure. Boy that would be fun, wouldn't it? I wonder how Jimmy would feel about it. He would have to let me know if he would be okay with working or actually playing really with Simon. But would he really? He will do what he is told.

Do I offer to keep little Peter here with Jimmy and I? No, that wouldn't work. He needed to be talking to counselors or someone. Dad would be all over that. I will sure miss him though. I didn't know about Jimmy, he might just be relieved if the little guy was gone. He sure was glued to Jimmy for sure. But Jimmy did say he was getting to like the little boy. It was so cute watching him eating next to Jimmy. Jimmy was so good and patient with the boy. I thought it would be fun to have a regular little boy around.

What the hell was I saying? That was something that would have NEVER entered my mind before. What the hell was happening to me? We just talked about this. Jimmy had apparently always been in my head, although I was the last to realize. And how could I be thinking of little Peter so much? Maybe I just felt real sorry for him. What a tragic way to spend the first however many years of his life. Can you imagine what it must be like for him to not know what anything is? Maybe picture books for toddlers and kids would be good though to start with. I could pick a bunch up and Jimmy and I could spend time getting him to recognize things and learn the words. That would be so wild. So foreign for me, but fun I think. Jimmy would be great at that I believed.

What Jimmy should be is a counselor or therapist or Psychologist or something. Yeah, I could see him as an adult doing that. I think that would be a good fit. Except, I don't know if he is even a 'live' person legally. Who knows what the Institute actually does with these kids when they arrive. I really needed to talk with the attorneys. Maybe I could hire them to help with an adoption. Since part of it is Institute related, like what was the disposition of the boy at the beginning. The other part would be personal and the adoption side. Hmm, so much stuff to think about. I feel so ill-equipped to handle this. Is this what real Dad stuff was all about? It sure wasn't Master/slave stuff, that's for sure. Oh damn, someone is hollering at me and shaking me..

"Master! Wake up! You got to wake up! It needs you, wake up please!"

I came back to the present and I saw a crying Jimmy was shaking me and a little boy pulling my shorts. I told them I was okay. I was back. I was fine. Jimmy was pretty distraught.

"Master slave was so worried it went and got Master Dad. It was so scared Master. Wake up wake up!"

"Jimmy really, I am fine."

"Oh, no Master this is twice now it is so worried Sir. Sir didn't finish his meal and everything is cleaned up and Peter and I already ate and…"

"Oh Jimmy, I wasn't there for you. You ate without me."

"Master Dad was there to get us started Master."

I was aware enough now, that I grabbed Jimmy and pulled him down to me and I just held on. I didn't want to let him go. Then I forgot Peter, I scooped Peter up with my other arm and held him too. He giggled as he wrapped his little arms around me as much as his arms would reach.

"Oh my boys, I don't know what I would do without you."

"Master Sir, Peter isn't yours, it thinks Sir is having a stroke. MASTER DAD Sir!! MASTER DAD, YOU GOT TO HELP HIM SIR ! He can't leave me! Help him!"

I guess I wasn't as with it as I thought.

"What? No, Jimmy I'm fine really. Please don't bother your Master Dad. I am okay."

Dad said, "It is too late, we all have been a bit stumped by this, and it is the second time in a couple of hours. I thought you would have grown out of them. Whenever you got to really working something out, you would turn inwards and shut out the rest of the world."

I told dad, "No, it still happens."

I told him the last time it was nearly this bad was at the meeting where I thought I was going to quit or run away and take Jimmy with me. I couldn't live with him leaving me.

"Okay Sean."

Dad told Jimmy that I was okay, he didn't have to worry and cry. "It's okay, it's all okay now."

I looked at my very teary eyed worried boy.

"Jimmy my love, it's okay. I will explain a little later okay? Seriously, I'm okay."

Jimmy said I really scared him again! I said I knew I had, and I was so sorry.

Little Peter was just hanging there from my arm. He was looking at me and then at Jimmy. He reached to Jimmy's face and his adorable little hand wiped the tears away.

"Jimmy good? No cry Jimmy. My Peter crieded after was his time with bad mans. I holded him and he say I do good, I helpeded him! I really did! I need hold you Jimmy, I help you too!"

Jimmy told him no, that he was okay. But did agree that he had been so scared.

"Jimmy, I sceart too lots. I know a bad feel."

Peter suddenly was squirming and dropped out of my arm. He ran around and held on to Jimmy's legs. Jimmy assured Peter that he was okay. Jimmy said he had just been so scared and thought he had lost me. And then he would have no one. I Shhhhed him, and promised him it was all going to be okay.

I stated that, "So, apparently I missed some things. Jimmy and Peter, I am sorry I was not there when you were ready to eat."

I told Jimmy I believed that was a first. I was so sorry to let him down. He said he was okay, and that Master Dad knew what to do. I agreed he would know. I suggested to the boys they let me up. It was too warm for two hot boys on me.

"Master?"

"Yes Jimmy?"

"Did Sir mean as temperature hot or did Sir mean like looking hot?"

That got me laughing. Little Peter had no clue, but he was joining in laughing with Jimmy and I. I looked around and the other boys were hovering. I announced to everyone that I was fine.

"If younger people are not in the pool or doing something soon, then I will hunt each of you down and throw you in the pool myself," I threatened. "Or the big tub, huh Peter?"

"YES! It scary tub. Big."

My dad told the boys to follow orders and get in the pool or do something else fun.

Next thing I saw were all those boys drop their shorts and run and jump in the pool naked. I looked at my dad and he was laughing. I told Dad, he had them pretty well trained. I told Jimmy he needed to join them.

"Sir, Oh no Master. Slave shouldn't do that Sir. It needs to be here for Sir. Sir might need it for something Master."

"I do need you and will always need you, but for now, follow your mutinous brothers into the drink!"

"Sir, but Master it is caged Sir!"

"Oh right Jimmy, let's take that off you then."

He shared that he thought he would be okay.

I told him to look at me.

"Yes Master?"

I asked if he was sure he wanted to go naked and caged in front of the boys?

"Sir, well, slave is pretty sure they know something Master. Sir Simon and I were playing with the boys and we collided and I think Sir Simon felt it. I am sure he must have told the others."

"No! I wouldn't do that Jimmy. That wouldn't be right. I really like you and respect you too much to hurt you. I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I just wanted to, Oh I don't know. I'm so sorry Jimmy and Master. Oh! I mean Uncle Sean Sir. I'm sorry I called you that Sir. Oh god."

Simon was turning to run away. I told him to come to me. I let go of Jimmy and opened my arms for Simon. I glanced at Dad and he was just sitting and watching. I told Simon that I was grateful that he liked me and trusted me. I was happy that he felt comfortable enough to talk with me and share his secrets with me. That he was a very brave boy and I was so proud of him. I told him I knew for a fact that Papa was very proud of him too. I pointed to my dad and said just look! Simon looked at Dad and he was smiling and nodding. Dad beckoned Simon to go to him. Simon walked so slowly it seemed he was standing still.

I asked Jimmy to be totally honest with me. If he wanted to wear a suit, to please go put it on. If he wanted me to take the cage off, I certainly would. It was important that he was completely comfortable with all this. If he wanted to try and swim with the cage on, then that would be fine too. I just waited for a response. We waited like a half hour. No, not really, it just seemed like it. He said he just needed to be told what to do. He didn't know what was right. I told him he was growing up and I felt it would okay if he asked for some things. That we were still figuring all this out. He might not always get what he wanted, but that is the life of a boy with a guardian, parent, or Master even. Did he Understand?

"Yes Master. Master, It doesn't want to bother Sir by going up and unlocking it Sir. Master, would Sir enjoy slave going in caged? Cause slave would feel wrong without its cage on. It would feel even nakeder without its cage Sir. It would be scared though Sir."

Peter spoke up. "I helding you Jimmy. I make better!"

Jimmy laughed and said, "Yes little Sir Peter, you did. Master?"

"Yes."

"Sir, does Sir think it will be okay?"

I told him I was sure it would be or hoped so. I told him to go in naked and see what happened.

I cautioned him that I thought he would have to show it to them up close, so brace himself for that. If they ask, just tell them Master has kept you locked up since you started going through puberty. I shared with him that I thought the boys had shown him and I, that they have kept his secret and have been treating him with respect. Just as he had with them. Alright?

"Sir yes Sir, but please Master don't go anywhere yet Sir in case it gets ugly and it needs rescuing."

I told him okay I wouldn't, but I was sure he would not need me.

"MASTER!" he said, "I always need you Sir."

"Okay then, drop your drawers and go get them."

I looked down at Peter and he was watching Jimmy run to the pool and jump in. I picked Peter up and held him. I asked Peter if he would like to try to get in the pool. For that I got a huge "NO!" I told him that was okay. I assured him I would never make him do something he didn't want to do. Peter turned and faced me. He reached up with his little hands and touched my face. Like all over my face. He was just touching and looking. Not saying anything. Apparently not in any rush either. I glanced at my dad. He was sitting back with a beer and mouthed 'Daddy.' I glared at him, but I was smiling. Yup I thought, I was officially totally confused with myself and by myself. People seem to have this worked out and yet again, I am lagging behind.

Dinner was a nice affair. We ate outside again since it was so nice in the shade. No rain either, so that is a blessing too. Peter was at the point where he wouldn't sit at the table. He made a huge fuss to be able to stand with Jimmy. He stood there just like Jimmy, but he didn't last long. He sat down and just held on to Jimmy's leg. The boys were all making jokes.

"Jimmy, when is the doctor's visit to have that cut off your leg?"

"Jimmy, when did you grow a parasitic twin?"

Someone said, "It would be just like lancing a boil or something. Zero recovery time."

They had several others too. We were all lightly laughing and Jimmy was right there taking it all and enjoying it, but I could tell he wasn't all that thrilled and never said anything. But he did smile. Little Peter had no idea what they were talking about, poor little thing. But a cute young thing though. When I looked at him that evening, he was a totally different boy. His eyes sparkled, they didn't seem as sunk in or so brooding dark as before. He was more talkative, well somewhat, but definitely more. He was eager to eat, and although it wasn't what we were all eating, it was something. And, he liked it. God only knows why, but he did.

Once things were cleaned up I went in to the kitchen to check on Jimmy. He was at the cabinet with the two bowls. He put food in each and handed one to Peter. He cautioned Peter to not spill it, or he would have to eat it off the floor. Then he realized what he just said.

"Oh God, Peter, I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean it. It isn't true."

Peter stood there with the most confused look on his face.

"Jimmy I eated off floor, it okay. I love bowl now. I not had before. And you give to me, even gooderer!"

"Phew, okay little Sir Peter, let's get ready to eat."

They both knelt down, put their hands behind their backs, and bowed their heads. I knelt down next to Jimmy, grabbed his first piece and told him that he makes me more proud of him every day. He was a gift to me. I kissed him on the forehead and told him to please try and enjoy. I went to Peter, and I picked up a nugget and I told Peter he was a great little boy, he was so brave, and I was so happy that he liked me and trusted me to sit on my lap. I kissed his forehead and told him to enjoy.

"I will Mister, I love food, the bestest ever!

"Okay little one."

I turned around and my dad was standing there. I never heard him enter.

"Hi dad."

He leaned to me and said "Daddy".

"Come on dad, give it a rest for a while."

"Okay Sean, I shall not say anything of the sort for, lets see, 30 minutes from right now."

He hugged me and kissed me and turned to head to the family room. I followed him in and sat in my recliner. I asked dad if he would like the recliner?

He said, "No son, this chair and ottoman, are suiting me just fine, Thank you very much."

"Okay then have it your way, Papa man."

We were watching the news. Jimmy, and of course Peter, came in to the room. Jimmy knelt down next to my chair and bowed his head. I then noticed that Peter watched Jimmy and then did the same thing on the other side. He kept looking over at Jimmy to see if he was doing it right. I chuckled and dad did too. I told dad I thought this was all going a little too far. He said he didn't have a clue how to address it.

I asked Jimmy if he would like to watch a movie with the boys that night? We could find something on pay per view and all of them could enjoy that.

"Master, this slave really doesn't remember movies Sir."

So I said, "Okay, how about this. I am sure little Peter here…"

At that he stood up and climbed into my lap, and announced, "I do you say fore." He moved around until HE was comfortable.

"And then that happened," I said laughing. I happened to glance at my dad, and he was trying not to laugh and was making that gesture of locking his lips.

"Oh leave it alone Papa."

Jimmy I was sure in his early years must have seen nice fun movies, he just didn't remember. He was older now, but he has not seen any since. I felt a little bad about that, but maybe that night would help change that. So anyway, I suggested, "How about you and your Master Dad go down and see what the boys wanted to see. Master Dad could tell the machine to rent it so it will play. Stay down there for a BIT to see if you like the movie. If not, I do believe I and my crotch warmer wILL put on a movie that Peter just might like."

I had no idea, but that was what was in my head anyway. "Master? Sir, would Master not want this slave to stay here with Master, Sir? Master has let this slave do so much this weekend, and it feels it has failed him or let him down Sir. Master has been so good to this slave and it took advantage and didn't stay focused on Master Sir."

"Jimmy, no tears, necessary boy. There was absolutely no reason for that, okay? I wanted him to pretty much have a vacation too. You worked so hard around the house and you work hard when serving at the Institute. I thought it would be a good time for you to try to relax and enjoy the boys. I am sorry that little Peter here had taken up your time."

"Master, this slave, of course, is okay with little Sir Peter Master. Slave has come to love having someone to eat with. But Master, he seems to be taking up more of Sir's valuable time not slave's actually Master Sir."

I said, "It seems as though we have to share the young boy.

I asked Dad if he would mind.

"No Sean, I'm on it, let's go Jimmy."

I told Jimmy to go on, and try to relax and enjoy. If it wasn't to his liking, then to come up and sit with us.

"Yes Master."

I said to Peter, he mentioned that the man watched the picture box.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Well it is called a TV, so your Peter was right. He was a smart boy wasn't he?"

"Yes! He knowed lots."

"He was very important to you wasn't he?"

"What?"

"Oh, well he was real good to you."

"Yes, miss him lots much!"

I was so glad he had him. I was sure he helped older Peter too.

"You made him feel better when that bad man hurt him too."

"Yeah, he crieded a lot too, but try hide it."

"I know sweetheart."

I told him but, that was now all over. He was safe, he had more friends, he was learning lots of new things, and doing different things. I hoped he was happier now. I wanted him to be a happy boy from now on. We really really cared about him. We wanted him safe and happy.

"Yeah."

"Okay about the TV, I was going to find a movie. A movie is like a story that you could see. Let's see what you think, okay son?"

"Okay. I help."

I explained it was a remote control and the remote control turned on the TV. Then we would find a fun movie for him to watch for the first time.

"Okay."

I found a movie for very young kids. I told him we'd see if he liked this.

I started the movie. I hoped he would understand some of this. At least maybe. I knew he would like the moving pictures. I was watching him more than I was the TV. He seemed entranced by it. I hoped the simple words were okay for him. We were watching for a while when Jimmy came in. He knelt down and waited. I asked if he was okay.

"Master, it was about cars, crashes, chasing cars, and a lot of violence. Slave didn't like it."

"Oh Jimmy that is okay. Not everyone likes every movie."

I told him I was sorry he didn't like it. He asked what we were watching. I told him I didn't remember the name. I just picked one I thought Peter would like. I didn't know if he was following it or not. Maybe he just liked to look at the colors. I sure had no clue.

"Master may it sit with you Sir?"

I told him of course, to please sit and make himself comfortable. If he needed to sit on a pillow that was fine too. Jimmy sat next to me but with his head bowed. Jimmy you are allowed to watch this movie.

"Yes Master"

I played with his hair fuzz as we all watched the movie. Jimmy looked to be enjoying it as well. I knew it was way to young for him though. Peter eventually fell asleep. I asked Jimmy if he wanted to watch something else.

"No Master, this is good Sir, unless Master would be happier watching something else Sir."

I told him I knew he would say something like that. I told him he really was the best. And that I loved him. We would finish that one and then decide if we wanted another. When the movie was over and I asked how he was doing, he said he was great, but kind of tired. I suggested we go get ready for bed and then we could talk until we fell asleep. I asked what he thought of that.

"Master, whatever Master decides Sir."

I told him that was okay and that I would carry our little boy upstairs and get him in his pajamas. Would he please go and tell his Master Dad of our plans.

"Yes Master."

I got the little one changed and in bed. I told Jimmy I had put Peter on his side so we could be next to each other. I told him I needed to hug him. We got changed and left our underwear on again because of the little one.

Chapter 11
Sean Tells Jimmy About His Life

I started talking by saying that I knew then that I had wronged him. At first I was just doing my job. I had loved my job. I was extremely good at it. I came to the Institute when I was even younger than he was. I was brought there at age 7, or at least I think I was 7. I merely existed with my sperm donor for 7 or whatever years. I had no schooling. Never had a bed let alone a house. We went from one crack house to another. Anywhere where he could lay his head. I was always on the nasty, dirty floors. I was beaten a lot. I was verbally abused alot too. I had blocked a lot of it out then. He got to the point that he was way in debt to the wrong people or person. He ended up selling me. That was probably not the right word for it, but to me, I was property, and I changed hands. He had no use for me, and had never wanted me. How anyone would award custody of a baby to a drug-dealing-out-of-work-loser, I had no idea, but they did. The social systems failed me. The very people who were supposed to have protected me, never did a thing.

I was put in a cage in a dark room and never left my cage prison for a long time. The only thing I had, was a TV playing hardcore porn. All Bondage, Discipline, and Sadomasochism, Masters and slaves. I watched it all, way too much and too long for a young boy. A couple of the women sex workers found out I was locked up there for days with no food or water. They would sneak up and try to take care of me. Then one night those women got me out of the cage and put me in the trunk of a car and dropped me off at the Institute. I don't know if they were paid by the Institute for supplying another boy or not. I had no idea what was happening.

When I got out of that car's trunk I began to realize I had been sold to those men. Then I figured it was not going to be good. I heard them talking. I somehow figured they acquired boys and trained them as slaves to be sold off. I heard things like no family, slave material, sales price, etc. I vowed right then and there, I was not going to be a victim any more. I was not going to be abused any longer. I was going to be in control of my life, one way or another.

I was assigned to my father, your Master Dad. He took me in but I fought him on a lot of things. They soon figured that I was never going to be slave material. They then hatched a plan to exploit my young age, my anger, and my determination. I still thought they were going to make me a slave. But my father was patient with me. He taught me words and numbers, then sentences and more. I started home schooling. I lived in my father's cottage and slept on the same padded rubber mat you had. In fact it was the exact same cottage I brought you to.

At age 9 or 10, I don't know, it was decided that if I was that dominant, that obstinate and hard headed, they were going to use me in another way. They started grooming me to be a Master. The program and procedures didn't exist until me. They developed a whole program to groom me as a Master. I fell right in with it, and went along. I watched my dad work with slaves. I saw what I was to have become. I watched him train a boy to serve a Master. I saw boys being broken down and built back up as slaves, someone who was inferior to superior men. Teaching them they needed a Master to make all the decisions, to show them they could find happiness and fulfillment in being a slave. I saw what my father was and by that time, that was what I was going to be. Someone in charge, not someone else, not a victim, not a submissive, and not a subordinate.

I was informed that I would go through slave training. Former slaves make better Masters I was told. I would go through the same intake procedures you did, except the chip and tattoo. I had the same everything else. I had the same doctor. After the processing, I was assigned back to my dad as a slave. He was still training a slave at the time. I went through the same training, the same humiliation, the same pain, the same whippings, beatings, boxing, shit, etc. I had to take the same classes, even the Pleasuring a Women one as you did. I knew exactly how you felt and were thinking when you went through that class. I went through it all, first hand. I slept in a sleeping cage all the time. I ate the same chow. I greeted Masters the same way you do still. I had to go through all the same training, but much quicker. I was also, at the time still taking school classes. Eventually, I actually finished High School. I was told I could not be a good successful Training Master without having a lot of real life experience OR to have been a slave. They make good Masters, since they had been through it too.

So I trained. I bought in to all that they were feeding me. I was a Master, not a slave. I was only 10 or 11 years old. I had to apprentice with other Masters. I took to it way to quickly. I don't think I was even a teenager when I had my own apartment and was training slaves. Some older and some younger than me. I had to always think of myself as superior and show those people I was something. I was so well indoctrinated to train, just as you were well indoctrinated to serve.

Don't get me wrong here though. Slaves are incredibly valuable. And I don't mean, the money when they are sold. I mean they have sacrificed a whole lot. Whether they wanted to nor not, they had sacrificed their lives to become great slaves. I loved helping the boys learn to be good obedient slaves. I tried really hard to do my best so the boys would be as happy as they could be. I wanted them to know as much as they could, so they would find serving Masters to be a good life. They would be cared for physically and mentally and emotionally if the right Masters were found. I believe the Institute tried to find the best Masters for each slave boy. The Masters were spending boat loads of money buying the boys, so they were certainly likely to take great care of them. I think the Institute's training is so good, that all eventually did find happiness and contentment in serving a Master or Mistress. Or at least that is what I saw.

"Jimmy, could you turn towards me so I can look you in the eyes?"

"Yes Master."

He turned over and had tears in his eyes. I wiped his tears and kissed him. "Don't cry Jimmy."

"Jimmy, there I was, a boy myself. The only thing I knew of the world, was as an abused neglected little boy. I had been sold and imprisoned. I was sold again to the Institute. That is all I knew of the world. I had never seen or done anything that wasn't abuse or Master and slave. I didn't really realize that what we were doing was not typical, was not the norm. I was still so isolated. I had no real picture of the free world, since I had never experienced it. I lived there, ate there, worked there and never left. I stayed there as much a slave as anyone, that is, until recently, when my dad retired.

"Suddenly, today actually, things have become so muchclearer to me. Since moving out of the Institute, I was free and on my own. I was so ill-equipped to exist out here. Even at the age of 35 or whatever. I have come to realize I was just as much a victim as the boys were. Using a computer and finding the internet has gradually opened my eyes. I still knew nothing of the world. All I knew of things was when I was taking home school classes. I listened to everything they said back then. I knew nothing of any of it, and never thought it would apply to me.

"I was way too young then to fully grasp what was really happening. I didn't question much. I did what was expected of me. I worked hard to become what I saw as me. All these years, I was blind to the truth. I never really and I mean never ever really looked at the big picture. I thought I was some hotshot Master. I was able to train slaves faster than the others. I was proud of the job I was doing. All those years I was so ignorant and naive. I thought everything was wonderful and going great. It was all I knew. They achieved what they wanted. An indoctrinated, naive, seemingly happy Master Trainer.

"That is until I met you that first day. The moment I laid eyes on you, something changed in me. You woke something up I didn't even know existed. But, I didn't comprehend it though. I just saw the most amazing boy who was hurting from loss and scared out of his wits. I was the one to make you into a slave to be sold. But apparently my subconscious was at work without my knowledge. Subconsciousness is when the mind or brain is influencing you without you really being aware of it.

"I didn't see that I had changed when training you. I didn't realize or see that I was treating you differently than the other boys I had trained before you. But with the constant nudging of Donahue and my father, I just realized today actually, what they had been trying to let me know. Donahue saw it first-hand. He loves you. He thinks you are just as special as I do. My dad realized what was happening just by me describing you and how we were together. Looking back now I see that I was treating you very differently than the other boys. I was careful and methodical in making sure you were not actually hurt or in more pain than you could take or should take. I went easy on punishments. Didn't whip you or paddle you nearly as hard or as frequently. I didn't punish you for every little broken rule or protocol.

But you were still learning and picking things up. I kept thinking you were a natural born slave. There are plenty of them out there for sure. So, for example, remember when I was playing with your cunt and working it slow over time? I was slowly stretching the muscles. Then we did slow dildo training. That isn't procedure. I was taking it much easier on you than normal. I kept holding back on most everything I was training you on. As time went on I started to panic or I guess it was something like that. They were pressuring me to graduate you. I knew by then this was different. I couldn't lose you. You were mine and mine alone. I was determined not to lose you.

"I didn't find out a lot of things until I got that promotion and you became all mine for real, for life. I had never been so scared as I was walking into that meeting. I found out that I was being paid the whole time I was training slaves. No one ever once told me that. They also said I had got huge bonuses for my slaves who had been auctioned off. They make much more money on auctions. If I agreed to take the promotion, I could have you and keep you safe with me. I was so excited, well you know that part because I came busting in to Donahue's cottage.

"I thought I was in heaven. Then I slowly realized, they never told me anything they didn't want me to know. There I was training all those slaves and was doing it for free. I had no idea the trainers were making money. The institute was holding all my money without ever telling me. I thought they were being so good to me. They even promoted me.

"The corporation even found me, well us, this house. Close to the institute. I was nervous and upset that it was so large. I was so concerned you would be overworked taking care of the house. I didn't know how to swim so had no use for the pool. I didn't know if you swam wither. There was a basketball court and I had never touched a basketball. There were 5 bedrooms, 4 more than I needed or wanted. I was just thinking of a 1 bedroom house for you and me.

"The attorneys helping me were the same ones who went after the people my sperm donor was working with. They took down a huge drug ring. They said I made money from it all. They put the money and kept it safe for me after it was awarded.

"Well, about this house, now I see that on certain weekends and holidays the house is barely big enough. Anyway, here we were in this house and neither one of us was ready. I was trying to hold on to being a Senior Master so I could keep you safe and all to myself. You were frustrated with your schooling but were still doing well, you were finding yourself, trying to figure yourself out, and how you fit in, and more. I know with taking classes, you were realizing there is more to the world than being a slave, although, I have to say, you are the best slave, at least for me. Anyway, we were trying to navigate this together and neither one was ready. Both naive and ignorant. I still have so many questions, every day. I took the newspaper to try and learn more. I still have to google things. I mean use the computer to research and learn.

"You wanted a dad. I wanted a slave, or at least I thought I did. Well, I still do, I guess. Anyway, I have to keep this job until you are really mine. Jimmy, when I get overwhelmed with things and I need to figure things out, I go inward into my head. I do realize it shuts off the real world around me though. I sort though stuff, I make lists, use myself as a sounding board, try to figure out things, try to resolve things, and the like. I tend to stay in there until I think I have solutions for what is happening then. It is normal for me, it still happens, but not all that often. Anyway, those times today was me trying to sort through everything. What I know, what I don't know, what I thought I wanted, what I think I want now. What you want. What has changed, what, if anything hasn't changed. Jimmy I know it is getting late, and you are really tired. But, do you understand any of what I have been saying?"

"Yes Master mostly all. So, Master where is Sir now with everything then, Master? Sir, is Master still sorting things out Master?"

"Well, oh god yes Jimmy I am, but I am closer now to understanding things than I have ever been. I have to figure out a way to make sure you are safe and how I can get out of the Institute. I love you and can't let anything happen to you.

"For tonight though, I need you to know, I want nothing more than to be your dad. All the training and our Master/slave relationship, in my head anyway, still needs to be reconciled. I am going to find a way to make everything work out. Jimmy, I need you to really think over the next few weeks or however long, what do you really need? What do you really want. Jimmy, I saw you as a natural slave, and still do. I guess what I saw was a natural submissive person. You are more comfortable having someone else decide things. You are more comfortable when someone speaks for you. At least that is what I saw and am still seeing. But, you have grown, you have slightly broken away somewhat, from the strict tough environment that we both have been in. Our world is opening up. Anyway, think about yourself and your desires and needs. We obviously will be talking a lot more to get through this. So, for now, think about Jimmy.

"Jimmy, I do love you. I do want you in whatever life I have or will have. I want to take care of you. I want you to be happy. What I have seen this weekend, you need to go to college somehow. Something I didn't have the opportunity to do. I just have to figure out your status legally. For all I know you could be reported as having died. I don't know what or how the Institute does what it does. I am going to go to the those same attorneys and try to get answers. Then I can come up with a solution out of all this. So, can you be patient a bit longer, so I can figure this out? Can you start to think about you, your hopes and dreams, and if I still fit in your life? Can you do that for me?"

"Sir, Yes Master, but it already knows."

"Jimmy, don't say anything just yet. Sleep on it and take days or weeks to decide, Okay?"

"Yes Master, but it already knows."

"First thing Jimmy, I want you to try and stop talking in the third person as you were trained. You have permission to say "I" and "Me" when speaking so it is more casual. I want you to really try and do that. Okay?"

"Sir yes Sir, it..no, I will try Master."

"Good boy."

I kissed Jimmy and told him, that I would love nothing more than to hold him and cuddle all night, but I am worried little Peter will fall off the bed. He should be in the middle between us.

Jimmy said, "Yes Master, this sl… I mean me too, but Sir is right, he needs to be between us to keep him safe."

Once we re-situated everyone, I was just lying there. I couldn't sleep. I thought Jimmy was asleep. He had done more in these last two days than normal.

Jimmy whisperes, "Master, is Sir awake?"

"Yes."

"Master what is going to happen to Peter Sir now?"

"Well, tomorrow we all are going to try to get him to go back with Papa. He can't have you, although, I believe he will think that he can't live without you. It is going to be a big scene. I can see it already. But, I just hope the progress you made with him will get him started on healing. I hope he won't just lay on his bed alone all the time."

"Master, this sla… I feel like he is a younger brother now."

"He feels like your brother to me too Jimmy. I never, in a million years, would ever have thought that I would be a father or father figure. I didn't even know I could love someone, until my father adopted me.

"Jimmy please try to get some sleep you've had a busy weekend."

"Yes Master."

"Night my love."

"Night dad."

Chapter 12
Dad And The Boys Leave

So Monday morning I woke up none too early, feeling things crawling on my face. I opened my eyes and Peter was playing with my face again.

"Good Morning Peter, I whispered."

"Morning Mr."

I asked him if he knew why he liked touching my face?

"No. I never touchted a nice man face."

"I see. What does it feel like; a nice man's face?"

"Good, you have stickelys hairs."

I told him that was a morning beard, and I would shave it when we got up.

"Can I look you when?"

I said, he could watch me.

"You or that Papa gunna hurt me?"

That threw me, so I asked him why would he ask that and what did he mean? We would never hurt him. We loved him, just like he and older Peter loved each other. We would take care of him, and not hurt him.

"Okay."

I told him that was all behind him. He turned his head to look back.

"No, not like that. What I meant was, that would never happen again. He was never going to feel that pain again."

"Okay."

I told Peter I had to go pee since I was awake.

"Me too!"

"Okay, let's go take care of that."

"I see you piss?"

I said I guessed so, but asked him why he wanted to watch.

"I wanna see your cock. It look same as bad man?"

I assured him that he would not see much difference. Nice ones and bad ones were all sort of the same. "So, come on Peter, let's go."

I peed and sat him on the toilet so he could go. I asked if he had to poop.

"No."

Did he remember the last time that he did?

"No."

I guessed with just a few meals of the nuggets, his body was making use of most of what he ate. I was sure he'd go soon enough. I closed the lid and perched him on top. I started shaving. Peter wanted to know if that "hurted". I told that it didn't hurt. I put some shave cream on his face and flipped the razor over and wiped it off that way.

"See, it didn't hurt."

"No, feelded good."

I finished up and started the shower. I plunked him in with me. I didn't know what his history with showers had been, but he apparently didn't love it. But, we made it through to the end. I dried us both and went searching for his clothes. I had no idea where they were, so I put his pajamas back on, then picked him up and made my way to get some coffee.

I sat him in a chair, started the coffee, and poured him a little bit of juice. I asked him to please drink the whole thing. He scrunched up his face but drank it.

"Was is too tart for you?"

"It "feelded" funny."

"Yea, I could see that. That is orange juice, and if you kept trying it you would learn to like it.

"Oh."

"Oh come on little man, it can't have been that bad was it?"

"It feelded funny and it hurted my tummy.

"Okay I am sorry it hurt you."

He had not had much variety of food in his whole life, so his system, his body wasn't used to new foods.

"We had mess dropted from cans on floor."

I assured him it would get better eventually. "And that is a promise."

"What that?"

"Well that means, when I say something, it would be true or it would happen."

He would find that he would come to like different food. But, he needed to promise me that he would try everything at least once. That would make his Papa happy, and he would be happier too.

My father wandered in and grabbed some coffee. He looked at me and asked, "What are we all discussing, daddy?"

"About learning to eat different foods that hopefully wouldn't bother our mouths or stomachs, smart…"

"Yea, okay," he interrupted. "That's good."

He asked Peter how he was today.

"Good, we shaveded and pissed in white toy thing."

"Toilet son."

"Yeah that. Then put me in glass room and got us wet. He washted me."

Dad asked if he liked taking a shower?

"I not know. I like tub make water move. I make water move when move my hands."

"Oh yes," Dad said, "that was fun. When we get home, we will pick up some toys that you can play with in the tub. Would he like that?"

"Okay."

I asked Dad what time did he plan on leaving today? He asked if after lunch would be okay. I said sure, anytime really but we would need to get a game plan for a certain someone beforehand though. Dad agreed with that.

"Also Dad, what about the self-imposed dietary restriction?" I asked. I am not sure it is necessarily self-imposed, if the OJ was an indication. His system sseems to be rejecting spicy, tart foods, sweets, or most anything not like the canine delicacies he was used to."

Dad said that I might be correct. He said he guessed he shouldn't be trying to force him. The meal in a can seemed to be working. I suggested the slave chow, and slowly add other flavors. Start bland at first and then expand. I continued on that I knew it was hard to believe that chow tasted so good to someone, but apparently that someone loved it. It seemed that it might be a good bridge to trying other foods and flavors.

"You know Sean, I don't know why I didn't think of that. It was right there in front of my face."

I told him I would give him a bag before he left. I asked Peter, if he liked using a bowl, right?

"Yes! I love bowl. I love eating Jimmy. He make things

goodert."

I said I knew he did. I proposed that we should go and search for where his clothes were.

"Okay."

"How about this," I said, "why don't you help me find them."

"Okay."

Dad said, "I"ll see you when you get back, Daddy."

I gave him a dirty look.

"Hey son, its been well over 30 minutes now."

"Ugh," I sighed.

We had breakfast and everything went fine, albeit a little more subdued and quiet. I wanted to have Jimmy join us at the table. But he begged not to. I told him to kneel down beside me then to eat at the same time as the rest of us. I added some eggs to his food. I figured I could take my own advice on that one. I wanted to ween Jimmy on to regular food. I thought that was what I wanted anyway.

"So, gang," I asked, "what did they want to do for the rest of the morning?

I heard voices going in every direction.

"Okay Okay," I said. "How about this, what ever you want to do, go do it! Those that want to swim, enjoy. Those for Basketball, go make those baskets. Those wanting video games, get your thumbs warmed up." I added, "Now everyone listen up. One rule today, respect each other and have fun! Go at it gang!"

Jimmy got up and started clearing the table. I told him, "Jimmy, hands off. I will take care of it."

I was sure I would have help from Peter so I asked if he would help me.

"Yes! I help!"

"Master, are you really sure Sir? You have given me so much time off already, and I don't feel good about having you clear the table." I assured him that yes I was positive, and for him to please, go and have fun. I added that tomorrow we would be back to the way things were. "Oh wait Jimmy," I said, "here is the key to the cage, please take it off."

"Yes Master, but I don't see why now, The boy Sirs have seen it now."

"Because, I told you to," I replied.

"Yes Master Sir."

We had a simple lunch of make your own sandwiches. I gave Jimmy some ranch dressing to try dipping his nuggets in. He tried it, but didn't really like it much. I tried some BBQ sauce. He didn't like that at all. I asked him to also try some turkey too please. Dad, Jimmy, and I all tried to get Peter to try that too. No go. We tried some sliced turkey. It was more bland, so I thought that might work. He had some of that, wasn't thrilled, but ate it. He kept grabbing his slave chow nuggets. We tried potato chips with Peter too. That was a hard no. Salt, the culprit, if I had to guess. Well, small steps. Slow and steady.

Dad told his boys to go get packed up to be ready to go. There were groans all around. They were told to hit it, and go to the bathroom too. Peter was still sitting there. Dad picked him up to take him upstairs. There was an ear piercing scream.

"NO! I stay here. I no leave! Not take me away! I need Peter, I mean Jimmy. I need my Jimmy."

Jimmy walked over and motioned for Dad to give Peter to him. "Please Master Dad, can I try Sir?"

Jimmy took Peter off to the family room. I hoped he could talk with him and make some headway. About 15 minutes later I heard Jimmy yell, "Master, could you come to the family room please Sir?"

I thought something dire had happened so I ran in there. He was sitting with Peter on the floor. I asked what was wrong, what happened?

"Nothing Master. I just wanted to know something. In school we use that video thing to see the teacher and stuff."

"Yes Zoom."

"Master, could Peter and I do that each day so he can be somehow connected to us?"

I told him that was a great idea. I told him I had heard of another program that did that too. Yes, we would have make sure they could do it at their end.

"What a great idea, then we can see and talk to Peter every day."

I asked Peter if he would like to see and talk to us on a TV.

"Okay Yes!"

I told him that meant he would have to go back and live with Papa. After a huge sigh, he mumbled, "Yeah. Okay."

I told Jimmy that it was a brilliant idea he had come up with. I knelt down next to my two boys and hugged them both. I kissed each one and told them I loved them.

I went to find my dad and told him Jimmy's idea of using Skype or Zoom or something, so we could see and talk with Peter. I told him Peter was seemingly open to the idea. We told him we would be able to see and talk through the little TV.

"Why didn't I think of that," my dad said, while putting his hand to his forehead. He stated he hoped it would work. "You know son, this trip may have saved Peter's life. Jimmy, and I guess you, have saved that little boy."

I told him I thought so too, but it was mostly Jimmy.

"Again, selling yourself short son."

I hugged my dad and wandered off. I checked on each of the boy's rooms, and asked them to look under the beds so they didn't leave something behind.

We were all out front and the van was loaded with their gear in the rear. I went through and hugged each boy and told them I loved them, and thanked them for coming down. I took Peter from Jimmy's arms and Jimmy did the same thing, except he called each of them their name and added Sir to each. I put Peter in the booster seat, with the help of Jimmy. Peter and Jimmy were both quietly crying, hugging, and promising to talk on the TV.

Chapter13
Shopping And Loving

Jimmy was still teary eyed when we were waving goodbye. That got me going some too. I turned and hugged Jimmy hard. I picked up my boy and carried him inside. I flopped down on the couch still hugging him.

"Jimmy," I asked, "what would you say if we went to some stores and bought you sneakers and clothes?"

"Why?, Master? I don't need any, do I Sir?"

I asked him if he didn't want some clothes?

"Master, I don't know. I like what I have. I'm used to what I have, I guess Master."

Well, playing basketball and catch in boots wasn't great. Although I did think he looked stunning in boots. He could really use some sneakers though. I thought I would like to try them too. I don't ever remember wearing any.

"Master, I don't want to change a lot of things though."

That was okay with me, I didn't either. I told him that we would figure out what works for both of us together. He would have to share his thoughts though.

"Yes Master."

I suggested we hopped in the truck and go to some shoe stores. I told him I would have to google sneaker stores, because I had never looked for any and haven't a clue where any were. Jimmy asked if I would show him what I was doing.

"Sure," I said, "come on."

We searched sneaker stores. So many different stores had sneakers. I had no idea. I just thought you went to a shoe store or a shirt and pants store that sort of thing. Jimmy obviously didn't know either.

We wrote down names and addresses. We headed out and ended up finding some shoes we liked. We also got Jimmy some underwear. He chose boxer briefs. I had him try a pair on. Oh my, I wanted to take him right then and there and make love to him. His flat stomach, them tight on his thighs, and his bulge. They were so beautiful on him. I complimented him on his choice. He wanted me to buy some too. Not to deny him, I did. I wanted them too anyway, but it made him feel good for making a choice for him and myself. We picked up some socks and shorts and shirts for him as well. He didn't seem all that happy, but we'd see how that went later.

When we got home. I needed to make some love to my boy. I suggested we went upstairs and made love?

"What is that Master?"

I explained that as a Master we are trained to be the top, the dominant one. A Slave's pain and feelings were not really ever considered. They just had to submit to getting fucked or otherwise used. I had never made love to anyone, I just fucked for my pleasure.

"But Master, we have sex. You fuck me Sir."

I said I thought I was just pretty much using him. He had been taught to have prostrate or anal orgasms; cumming from using a cock inside him and by hitting stimulate the prostrate. He was always just there, right? Did he ever really enjoy it? Did he feel I used him for my pleasure only? Hadn't I just taken him?

"Um, I don't know Master. Sir, I guess that is all there ever was, but I enjoy making you happy so much Sir. I enjoyed it the most when it was you Sir."

"Okay, so let's go make love."

We would be equals. I hadn't had anything inside me since I was his age, so I was pretty much a virgin back there again.

"I thought, with some lube you might try it?"

"Oh No Sir. Master I don't ever want to do that. I like when you do me, I couldn't fuck anyone. It just doesn't interest me Master."

Okay, I told him that was perfectly okay. Thatwould make him a bottom, submissive, or more passive.

"Yes Master that makes sense to me."

I explained to Jimmy, that making love is not just me fucking him or having him blow me. It was about mutual enjoyment and pleasure. In the past I was just fucking him, with no real concern for his enjoyment or pleasure. That wasn't making love. I told him to come on that we should at least try it out.

"Master, I just don't know Sir."

I asked him what was wrong.

"Well Master, I pretty much like how it is now Sir."

He did? He didn't feel like I was just using him?

"Well, yes Master, but that feels good to me. Like when you decide we should do something."

I asked if he was absolutely sure about this. Was there anything that he would like to change?

"Master, I have thought about what you said last night. I know you are right about me Sir. I am the happiest when I am taking care of you and making you happy. I am a born slave, like you said Master. I really believe that describes me Sir. Master, I am proud to be your slave and owned by you. That makes me comfortable inside me, Sir. I like when you lock my clit up Sir. In my head that means you care for and about me and love me enough to keep doing that Master. I really like when you allow me to cum without touching my clit, Master."

I asked him if he wouldn't rather be unlocked so he could jerk off.

"NO! Master I don't want that Sir. What if I started to jerk off a lot Master? That would kind of upset me, if I was getting something good, and you wouldn't be Master. It would be nice if just once in a while, when you are fucking my cunt, I could play with my clit, or better yet you played with my clit and made it squirt. I'd like that lots Master."

"So Jimmy," I asked, "what would you like to change then from what we had been doing the last few weeks?"

"I don't really know I guess, Sir. I always felt self-conscious during the weekends, and at this start of this weekend Sir. Master, I was just standing ready to serve needs at the table. I was mad that I had to stand and be ready to serve Master. I was feeling like somebody's nameless servant Sir. Just some slave that was just to stand there in front of everyone to show everyone I was a nobody. Just the un-hired help Master. Nobody acknowledged me or really needed me for real Sir. Master,I just stood there looking stupid. But then Master, when the young Sirs were actually talking with me, and asking questions, making me join in, I felt kinda good, Master. Like I was somewhat important or a bit special or something Sir. No, that is not right. I am not important like You are Master, or Master Dad, or even the boy Sirs. But I was accepted and sort of respected maybe or something, Sir. Master, I don't know the words to describe it."

I assured him he was making total sense. He felt better about himself when he was still doing the same thing, but the boy Sirs were addressing him and talking with him and including him in. Most slaves never experience that. They are in plain sight and silent. Just as he had been before. Sort of like a waiter person in a restaurant maybe.

"Master, I have never been to a restaurant."

I thought for a second, oh he was right. Not that I had much either.

"But Master you are right Sir, they made me feel good by including me in conversations."

"Jimmy, would you like to sit at the table and eat with me or the others when they are here?"

"I don't know Master. I really don't know Sir. It was hard to kneel down and eat next to you beside the table. I felt more self-conscious I guess. "Master, I have been out of sorts for a long time, trying to put my finger on why I was feeling sad, well not sad, but, unneeded, or just being tolerated, or unwanted, or self-conscious that I was just a slave and not even a person or human. Oh Master, I don't know what I was feeling Sir."

I told him we had plenty of time to figure it out. They wouldn't be back down for a while. Their classes would start again this week.

"Master, I want to keep it the same, or I need to keep it the same, except you being my actual dad and also my Master and owner. I would like that."

I told him that it all made sense. I asked about his meals. I had been thinking to slowly ween him off the chow by adding other foods slowly so his body would get used to it. Just like Peter in a way. He needed to ween off dog food and into human food. Making a clean break was not a good thing for him. I thought he was trying too much all at once for him. To rich for his system.

"Master, he really seemed to love the slave chow. Maybe Master Dad should have taken some Sir."

I said he was very smart and a very sharp boy and told him that I had given Master Dad a bag of chow from the garage for Peter.

"Oh good Master! I ate it at the beginning because I had too Sir. Well, it still is that way. You added eggs, but it didn't really change anything. That white stuff wasn't that great with the food Sir. The bar-b-que stuff was worse, and it bothered my stomach some." Well I explained that that was what I was talking about before. It would not be an overnight thing to get him back to free person food, as he called it.

"Master, I don't know what else to call it. The chow is normal for me, so for me to say normal food, doesn't make sense to me Sir."

We were both chuckling. I got it. "No worries Jimmy."

"Okay, so do you want to have sex or not?"

"Sir, whatever Master prefers would be great Master."

I said he was so funny sometimes without even trying. He was so special. So I told him, "Let's go slave boy, Master wants to love on him!"

We both stripped off and Jimmy's cage was removed. God he is so beautiful. I started by kissing him and encouraging him to kiss me back. He started to understand and started kissing back. I was rubbing his back and his chest and gently rubbing and tweaking his nipples. I wanted no pain, just pleasure. I wanted him to see what physical love is. We moved to the bed and I laid him on his back. I lifted his legs and put them on my shoulders. I started in on his balls gently manipulating them licking and sucking and he started moaning. I licked and tongue tickled his skin around his balls while I had my hand on his cock gently playing with the head. Just rolling it in my palm. I eased my tongue to his cute clean pucker. Gently licking his crack up and down and concentrating finally on his hole. Just around the outside, then playing with easing my tongue in and slowly making my boy feel special and loved to his core.

I was rimming him and listening to his moans and the sounds of his pleasure. I moved back up to his cock. I started to lick the length up and down while gently playing with his balls again. I concentrated on his cute cut cock. His cock head felt so good in my mouth. His hands were playing with my hair and stroking my head. I was sucking now, but gently at first. Then I was rubbing my tongue all around the head with more suction. I started to pull it in farther, in and out, in and out. His moans were getting louder.

He started the instinctive lifting to the motions of my sucking. He was starting to pant faster and louder now. I knew he was getting closer. I thought, should I edge him or should I go for it. I knew at his age he could recharge pretty quickly. I started to pick up my pace now, he was getting so close. His eyes were closed, his hands just resting in my hair. I was in heaven and I hoped he was too. Then he stiffened right up. I knew he was right on the edge. I told him to let it go and to feel the glory. He was shooting in no time. Oh god it was heavenly. I kept swallowing and swallowing.

It was so amazing, I didn't have a lot of memory left of tasting cum from my time slave training. But that was by far the best regardless. Okay, so I was biased. I stopped blowing him and just held him in my mouth. As he was softening I let him out. He was just laying there in bliss. I didn't move or say anything. He finally started to come back down to Earth. After a couple of minutes his eyes fluttered and slowly opened. I moved up beside him and slipped my arm under his neck and shoulders and rolled him towards me. He didn't say anything. I let him stay just as he was.

He eventually smiled and started kissing me. He pulled away and said "I have never felt anything like that before. I don't know what happened, I felt something so tingly and beyond what I thought I could feel and then I think I floated off."

"Yes Jimmy my love, "I said, "you had an amazing orgasm."

"Oh Master, I have never felt like that before."

I asked him if he understood the difference now about making love? I told him I would like to make love to his ass soon.

"You mean my cunt Master?"

I nodded and asked if he would prefer to say cunt or ass or asshole?

"All I have ever known was cunt and clit. I have no comfort with those other names I guess, Master."

I said that was okay, whatever he wanted. But when or if he did change his mine he had to let me know?

I suggested that we just lay there for a while and really enjoy our love moment.

"Yes Master. Master, do you think other slaves' Masters treat their slaves just like this?"

I told him more than likely not. He asked if they were what we have been recently, where the Master was nice with the slave, but still very dominant? Like I had been. I told him I didn't really know, but the typical one sided Master just takes what is his and gets his pleasure from that use. That it was always one sided, but that was the nature of some people. It was what I thought my nature was telling me.

"Master, I don't think that has been us. I loved this like more than I can express, Master, but I couldn't do this all the time. I would still need the other ways too. I would so miss being bound and you enjoying me. I get so much out of that too Master. Hearing you enjoying my body and giving you that pleasure, is mostly all I want Master."

I told him I totally understood. I told him that I really really loved him, respected him, and admired him. He had found out what he really was and was slowly learning what he liked. I told him I never wanted him to feel embarrassed or inferior ever again. True born slaves like him, are rare and very special. Slaves like him should be treasured, as I treasured him. They eventually realize they really enjoy and/or need a Master to feel fulfilled and free. They like schedules and protocols and take pride in being an amazing slave and person.

I told him he needed to take his time and that we needed to communicate well. I thought we needed to take time each day or each week to take a pause on protocols and just talk. If at any time he needed to talk, to let me know and we would immediately pause and talk about everything he wanted. I told him I was proud of him and that that we would have a very happy life together in our very own Master/slave, and Father/son relationship. We would live our own lives and wouldn't have to answer to anyone.

Chapter 14
Back To The Routine But Some Things Start To Change

We went back to the old grind again on Tuesday. And worked and slaved the rest of the week. I helped Jimmy clean up the house, but he did most of it. He works faster than me. We had several sessions in the dungeon, which we both enjoyed very much. I love seeing him in bondage. He is happy and enjoys it too. He still wanted to wear wrist and ankle restraints and I was glad. He said he needed his collar and didn't want it removed. He was my slave and I bought that special collar just for him, and he was proud to wear it. He still loves being the food runner. He loves being helpful to the labor slaves there. He did not enjoy being locked in a cage after work, but there was nothing I could finagle to avoid that but I made sure it was as short a time as I could. It is just one of the rules of the Institute. So most days I brought him up to my office so he could do class work. I still thought he would excel in one of the mental health fields. He is so amazing with people. He can build a rapport with most everyone, even as a slave.

It had been several weeks since we had been back to work. The weather was getting cooler at nights now. By the way, there was NO winter uniform for the slaves at the Institute. When winter hits, the slaves suffer through it. The thought was, that it hardened them up, and of course, they just have endure it. I guess that is true. It's not like they have a choice in anything.

I have started to feel out the attorneys about Jimmy, although I still must refer to him as Dickcheese and his slave registration number. They want to know why I am curious about him. I have been saying that I had no exposure to that side of the business. They told me that that is on purpose. We don't expose Trainers to anything business related. They are just supposed to train, and leave the business to the educated professionals. So, that was an insult, I guessed. My recent revelations or suspicions were now confirmed. But, why were they wanting me to stay on? Were they afraid I would do something to hurt them? I would never nor had I ever thought of doing something like that. I just wanted to separate from them…

So I was wondering how the hell was I going to get Jimmy's information? What angle could I use. Curiosity wasn't working. I needed to get his file somehow. I guess I really needed to contact those attorneys who helped with the sperm donor, and all the other lowlifes. I didn't know what their interest in me was. They seemed to have worked on my behalf and not the Institute's. After the promotion, they had seemed okay to help with finances and the house and all.

Oh god, I needed to find some electronics store and find one of those gizmos that can find bugs or listening devices and check the house. I had a terrible sinking feeling. They had arranged for the alarm system too. I needed to figure that out as well. Maybe totally switch systems with one from out of town, with no possible ties to the Institute. I was getting very paranoid at this time. But I didn't know if I needed to be or not? I wanted to eliminate the unknowns that I could eliminate.

We were well into fall then. I did find one of those bug detectors and had it shipped to the house. I went through every room, near every table, chair, couch, electronic device, light switches, outlets, and smoke detectors, and carbon monoxide detector. I saw a movie once where they did that. I found nothing. Did those things really work, or had I wasted my money? I called alarm companies in a distant city and asked if they did work in our city. All but one said they didn't work that far out. I decided to employ that one firm who would. I told them I preferred using someone outside of our area. He said there would be a premium to work that far out. I was fine with that.

I told them where my house was and what I was looking for. Alarm system replacement, complete fire alarm system, with outside cameras and perimeter motion detectors or sensors or something in case someone climbs over the wall and fences. Go figure, he suddenly became interested. I asked if they were able to do a bug or listening device sweep. I needed to know if others had planted anything in and around this house. He said they absolutely could do that, and would do that first. I asked if he knew anything about the current alarm company. He said there had been rumors in the alarm community that they are cozy with dark companies, or those not above board, but those are just rumors. I told him, they were probably not rumors. He said they would have the place scanned when they came to do a survey and develop a proposal. Perfect. It was arranged for the following week.

The alarm company came and developed a complete plan. They presented the proposal. It was very extensive. I mentioned at the time, the thought of becoming a youth residential facility, and would this security and fire alarm system be enough to cover that requirement. He said I would need an emergency phone or similar at the patio by the pool in the event of an emergency. The kind where you press the button or use a phone that automatically calls 911. He said they would also just need to add fire alarm pull stations in the hallways, and common rooms, just not the bedrooms. Otherwise it would be more than enough.

Perfect. I would need new door locks or security something. He said there were several options. I ended up choosing one that had a two finger bio-metrics scanner with a retina scanner you had to put your eye to at the same time. You had to do both scans at the same time. I also wanted a computer or tablet in my bedroom for the systems, besides the servers and whatever else down in the basement. I signed the contract and told them to work me into the schedule as soon as possible.

Well the schedule suddenly opened right up for me for some reason. They just needed to get the equipment in and would be at the house to start in 2 days. The work would take at least a week and a half with travel time built in. I said that I have 4 bedrooms available. 1 with a queen bed and the rest with bunks. If the men would be willing to stay, I would be open to that. I had a game room in the basement for taking breaks. I could even feed them, if they like simple food, as I was by no means a cook. He said he would get back to me after talking to the install crew. Oh, by the way they did not find anything either, as far as listening devices. He did say without digging in to the alarm system and analyzing data and peripherals, that there might be a back door access into the system. But they could find no listening devices. So that was good.

I was happy that went so well. I would be even happier when it was all switched over. I didn't know why though, but I just had my suspicions that the current system wasn't above board.

I called one of the attorneys that helped with the sperm donor thing for me. I asked if I could take him out to lunch. He was hesitant at first, but I told him I just wanted to thank him for helping with the sperm donor, the house, the settlement or payout. He said that would be okay but I needed to tell him the place using a note rather than anything electronic or digital. I said I would stop by pretending I needed his signature on one of the closing documents or something. He said that would work. I found a restaurant and passed him a note giving him the detailswhile having him sign a phony document. We were to meet in a couple of days.

The alarm people started the job and it took two weeks for everything. Jimmy and I covered all the dungeon equipment with moving blankets and hid as much of everything as we could. It was agreed to have them install all the feeds into one corner of the dungeon to connect to the servers and computers in there. It is secure and did not show on blue prints anywhere. He asked about back up power in the event of an extended power failure. Hmm, I never thought of that. He apologized that he didn't include that in the contract. We came to an agreement for battery back up and to pre-wire for a small generator that would power the systems and charge the batteries too. I would address that at a later date.

So that whole project was taken care of. Jimmy and I cooked chicken hamburgers, sausages etc. on the grill. The meals were all easy and could be taken care of after work. On the days Jimmy didn't have to slave, he stayed home to keep an eye on things and do his school classes.

I pulled up to the restaurant and went in. I asked if they had a table or booth away from the noise or the goings on. The door guy led me to an alcove with a round table. It was too big, but it was private. Perfect. I told them my name and said a gentleman in a suit would likely ask for me. Jeffrey the attorney, showed up a couple minutes later. He came in and shook my hand. He asked what were we really doing here. I brought the gizmo with me to see if he was carrying anything. It didn't register anything.

I started, with fact that he had known me or of me since I was 7 years old. He agreed He was very helpful with the sperm donor and all that. I needed to know why he went that far? That didn't seem to me like it would have been a normal thing to do for a 7 year old slave prospect. He said that was true but he did it as a side job. He did that as a private attorney, actually. His partner helped as well. There were down times at the Institute where they were not engaged in urgent affairs. They owned their own agency in town as well. He said they had told them they had an office downtown. The Institute was not happy with that set up when they were negotiating a contract. He said they needed a clean income stream for the business. They understood that concept and they came to an agreement. They would work for the institute and never share their function at the Institute.

I asked again, why was he there? I told him I was trying to tie up loose ends. I needed to know what, if any, the status Dickcheese was in relation to the outside world. Was he alive? Was he missing? Was he a runaway? I needed to know where were things left with him when he was brought in. What if I wanted to sell him or something? What if I wanted to enroll him a school? I would need to know how to handle that. Would it be possible to develop a background for him that would be above board. He said I was asking a great deal here. I told him I would hire him through the law firm. I would do it under the table if needed. I told him there was one other thing though. I didn't know how any of this worked, but I had his slave registry that showed me as his owner. Could the corporation come after him for some reason? He said I had quite a bit on my mind. I told him I just wanted to have a better understanding of it all. Having been groomed there from a small child, and then living there for 20 some years, I didn't have a lot of outside Institute knowledge.

I said he seemed to have taken a different or special interest in me and would he tell me why. He said he was there when I first arrived. He saw my demeanor, my fight, and my determination. He said he immediately saw something in me. I touched him for some reason. I had had a very rough life until I arrived at the institute. He said he had an idea of course of what would happen to me but I didn't go through processing right away. That had never happened before or since either. When I was being raised by Williams and not trained as a slave, he felt there was something there, and he started looking into my father…

"Sperm donor," I interrupted him.

"Oh right, yes," he said.

"So we started looking into my sperm donor and the rest involved in all the seedier side of things. That led to a whole underworld of businesses. Drugs, human trafficking, money laundering, those types of things. My partner and I thought it would be fun and a diversion from the mundane to follow the path. We did a lot of research. We hired investigators and detectives and eventually tied it all together. It took a very long time. Only then did we get the DA involved and presented all our evidence. The DA was made aware of your beginnings at that point, and wanted to do right by you, as well as make a huge name for himself. He involved the police and the feds, and everything was put in play."

I asked him why did he go to that extent for just some kid? Why me and did he do this often?

"Never. A fair amount of our work was obviously for the Institute. We were both young and had recently established our firm and needed money coming in so we could build up clients. We were approached by some boys school that needed needed a firm to be on retainer. We thought we had scored fresh out of law school. Well we did, but it was not as we thought it would be. But by that time, we were too far in, to back out. We tried, but you just don't leave them."

I looked at Jeffrey and said that was one of the things that worried me.

"So Sean, we do what we have to on the legal side of things. Your cause was something we thought we would look into as interesting. What we uncovered was much bigger than we ever thought it would be. The size of their operations were huge. Your sperm donor was the smallest little fish, but he eventually led us to the next few layers of the food chain until we thought we had the big fish. Your cause started out as something to take on as a legal endeavor for fun and to help you. We had no idea just how large it really was and how long it would take, or that it would yield so much. It ended up being a huge score for everyone involved, including you. We were able to skim quite a lot of the hard cash found, before it was inventoried and taken into evidence. Then when everything was done and over with, the judge awarded you a substantial amount. That is where all that money came from. It was enough to set you up for life.

"We saw something different in you. We knew something was going on when you weren't being processed. That sent up a red flag, as that had never happened. We watched what was going on and listened as much as we could to the internal chatter. It was soon apparent that you would be on a 180 degree different path. That's when we started looking into your past. It was the different demeanor, something inside you, and I can't even tell you, to this day what it was, but you were different."

I asked him if there was anyone in the Institute that could be trusted? He said I would certainly be opening a big can of worms. I said I could imagine. He said he couldn't think of anyone and really he should not be talking with me. He said they were never allowed such access to the boys or the trainers. So, he asked again why he was there? I said it seemed like we had some sort of a connection. The way that he had helped me. Everyone else seemed to want to control my life. I told him, I may be a Master, but I was as indoctrinated or brainwashed as the boys were. I may not be a slave, but they still controlled everything. When I arrived I was a young boy, I had no knowledge of anything. I was illiterate and too young not to just soak up everything they taught me. I was as much a slave as the boys.

He thought about it and said to me that now that I said that, he could see that and could understand it from my side. He wanted to know what I was scheming though? I told him I was not scheming anything. What I wanted was Jimmy to be mine. I wanted to adopt him legally.

"Who?" he asked.

"Oh, right, sorry," I said, "Dickcheese."

"Oh, okay, you have renamed him."

I explained that that was his birth name and that I felt I couldn't do anything until I knew if Jimmy was alive in the legal sense. I needed to know what happened after he was processed? He said he now understood why I had wanted to meet with him.

He said that it would take some effort to find out what the situation was, then to figure out if it was even possible, and if so, to create a back story. Once or if, he got the information, we would have to do this through his firm and not the Institute obviously. I told him that was what I figured, so hence the neutral venue for this meeting. I told him I would retain his firm. He said that would be fine. He said his firm was much bigger now. After all that went down with the crime ring, they had grown exponentially. Right now though he had no idea about Jimmy. He reminded me it was several years ago and that he was not one of the ones involved in disposing of him, so to speak.

I said I got that but I just hoped it could be reversed somehow. So he said he would do what he could for me. He said I could trust him in relation to the institute, but it would have to be done in private and very carefully, so we stayed under the radar. I told him I got that. He wanted to know what was my end game. I said I wanted to retire and live my life away from the Institute with the boy I love.

He said, "So you are a boy lover too like most of those that work at the Institute then Sean?"

I told him that I was a lover of 'My Boy', no others. He said he was sorry, and that he shouldn't have assumed. He said it seemed everyone else there was. I told him more than likely he was correct. He said he couldn't predict how retiring would go for me. He said my father and many others were able to leave, but he didn't know what that took. He said dad may still be on the hooks. He didn't think people just left the institute free and clear, from what he had gathered. I told him I had lived and worked there since I was 7 or so. I had done my time and made them a boat load of money. I thought I had earned my release.

He said, "We'll see, won't we?"

I told him I hoped so anyway. I said goodbye to Jeffrey and asked him to keep in touch. Then I remembered, I got these burner phones after watching movies and TV shows and learned about them. It had its twin's number programmed in already. He smiled and remarked that I seemed like a quick study just from TV shows. I told him I was determined. He agreed and said he would be in touch.

I got back in the truck and thought, phew, that was some lunch. Oh shit we never ate. I needed to go back in and pay something. When that was done, I went back to work. I didn't know who to trust of course, so I still had to keep working as if nothing was going on.

Chapter 15
Contact With Peter

Jimmy and I or just Jimmy sometimes, Facetimed Peter almost every day. Peter was looking much healthier. He was gaining weight, so wasn't a walking skeleton any longer, okay he hadn't been that bad, but he was extremely thin. He had more energy those days as he ate more and got healthier. He wanted us to visit. He wanted his Jimmy. I got it, I wanted Jimmy too. I thought I would have to just learn to share him if Peter ever did come to live with us. My dad said he was starting to learn his numbers and letters. He was seeing therapists and seemed to be doing a little better. He would need to keep seeing them for quite a while. They believed once he started to see what the world is like, what a normal childhood would be like, he might end up having a breakdown of sorts, where everything that happened would flood his mind. Sort of like older Peter had done, I suggested. My dad agreed, something like that they say, yes.

Well Peter was cute before with his skinny little face, but he was adorable now that he has filled out some. He was such a little boy for his age due to how he had been living. I asked my dad whether he could recover and he said he was told they didn't really know what to expect. Being treated the way he was, and whatever he was given to eat, they didn't know what to expect. He may end up average height or he may be shorter than hoped, but short was more likely. That made sense to me. I expected he would be a little guy. But time would tell.

We were closing in on winter then. The changing leaves had been awesome. I had never really noticed them before. I was so focused on what I was doing my whole life, I never took stock of what was around me. Other than that little lake at the park, that is.

Disappointingly, I had not heard from Jeffrey. I hadn't expected it would take that long. I was past anxious, I can tell you that. I had to force myself to remain calm, but it was getting harder all the time.

Jimmy and I played catch a lot those days. Since it was cooler, he enjoyed his uniform even more. I didn't put him in bondage as much to play catch. He was wearing sneakers then to play as well. It was fun, relaxing, and we talked the whole time. We were still quite sexually active, of course. We made love sometimes but we had more scenes in the dungeon. We both preferred the dungeon. That was not unexpected however. He had even spent a few nights in the sleep cage in straitjackets and sleep sacks. Although everytime I brought the cage back up to the master bedroom. I still couldn't believe it was called that. I thought my dad and the others were kidding me at first. What a naive 30 something I was. Jimmy and I had even spent a couple of evenings in the clearing with a fire going, laying on the moving blankets under a soft blanket. Making love by the fire. It was different, fun, and exciting for both of us.

Jimmy had caught up to his actual grade level now. The 8^th grade I believe it was called. He would be in high school next year if he went to a real school. He liked learning and loved taking classes. I wished he could go to regular school and be with other kids his age. I missed out on all that and was still miffed about it. I just knew I would have loved it though. I hoped and prayed, well not really prayed, since I didn't believe a real true god would have allowed everything that was happening to those kids. Hell, it was still going strong at the Institute. I included all those boys from the warehouse that Peter was in. I had no real concept of god, other than the TV, but I didn't see it at all. Those preachers on TV seemed like slime to me. They were pompous TV people filled with hate and looked and acted like used car salesmen. Each to his own I guessed. If people needed that, then by all means, enjoy it. It just seemed to me, the root of most evil had always been because of religion or some god worship. But that was just my uneducated view.

I'd been talking to my dad, well I always had. Anyway, Peter seemed to not want to let go of the slave chow. Although he was eating regular food more, he still preferred the slave chow the best. My father was fit to be tied over it. At least he was now sitting at the table to eat. To the other boys it was still weird, but they understood it after hearing about his start in life. Peter was trying to learn to play but it was slow going. Simon was the one taking more of an interest in helping Peter understand what playing was all about. Simon had yet to talk with dad about his interests. Maybe I was totally wrong on that front. So anyway, my dad was running dangerously low on the chow only having a few meals left. It had lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. He did tell me he had been making the portions smaller and smaller to try and finally get him off it. Peter had been noticing though. He yelled, "To little" when holding his bowl up. So there was that.

I decided that Jimmy and I would head up to dad's for that weekend. If I could arrange it all, maybe we could be up there in time for dinner. Especially if he could make it a little later than usual. I told dad we would get a hotel room. He said the name of the place nearby. I had to ask him how you went about doing that.

"Make a reservation, check in, sleep," was what he said.

I said, "Wow, thanks for that dad."

He laughed and walked me through what to do and what to expect. That would be a first for both Jimmy and I. He said there was an indoor pool so maybe if it wasn't busy we could sneak the boys over for a swim. I just had no concept about any of that. He also suggested I should enclose our pool and patio to make it year round usable.

Hmm I thought, what do you do in the summer then? Swim in a glassed in room? None of that made sense to me.

So Friday afternoon I left early and we drove to dad's. Jimmy was in the front passenger seat for the trip. He was looking at everything as it went past us on the highway. It was all so new to him. I remember my first few times, long ago, and I was the same way.

We arrived just about dinner time. We had a really nice meal. Jimmy and Peter both ate after like they did at our house. My father was upset that Peter wouldn't sit at the table like he had been recently. He was afraid that Peter would revert back. Peter still got regular food in the same bowl with his nuggets. He ate all the nuggets first and nibbled on the rest. He was told to finish it. I added food to Jimmy's as well, which is what I had been trying to do more regularly as well. The boys took off to do what boys their age do. Jimmy went along as well. Peter wanted to, but then decided that my lap looked better. He still doesn't sit with my dad much but he seemed more comfortable with him overall. Apparently he did sit on his lap during kids shows and movies. He had come to really enjoy them and stayed awake through them. So guess what? We put on a movie for Peter, and dad and I talked.

I caught him up on everything. I had not told him of my paranoia until today. I told him about the alarm system with the suggested add-ons. He was curious why I would go to such extremes. I broke down and told him my whole thought process. I told him about talking with Jeffrey. I told him I was even more paranoid after talking with him. I didn't 100% know I could trust him, but after what he did for me, I thought I might just be able to.

Dad said he didn't know him. He cautioned me though. I told him I fully knew, well, just knew I guess, that I might have opened a door that would let trouble in. I told him that Jeffrey was the only one who I suspected might be okay to talk to. Nothing had changed as far as I could tell. No one was acting any differently around me, but I was being careful to continue doing my job. My father finally agreed that he also thought that I was just as much a slave to the Institute as the boys were to their Masters. He said he had never looked at it from my point of view.

We agreed Masters didn't have the same perception as slaves had. He remarked I was getting paid well. I had to tell him, I hadn't even known that until they slipped up and said so recently. All those years I just hadn't known that. It wasn't until the promotion meeting that I learned any of it. I was really pissed that I had no idea. The administrator kind of just passed it off as an oversight. But the money supposedly was there. I needed to make sure the rest of it was all still secure. I had moved almost all of it out of the Institute except some to cover purchases.

Anyway, dad wanted to know about this residential thing I was planning on. I told him I was not really sure, but if there was something that needed to be done, it would be easier to do so when installing the new system. He thought I had gone overboard in pulling the old one out. I told him I just had a feeling that they were still keeping tabs on me even away from the Institute. He thought a while and said he guessed it could be possible, but didn't think they would go to all that trouble.

I asked him what sort of ties he still had to the Institute. He said other than knowing a lot of the older training masters, he had none really. I asked if they made his retirement contingent on anything. They hadn't. I told him I didn't get it. In a business like that, how could they trust someone enough to "retire" but still be loyal and not blow them in?

"That is a really good question Sean, I never really thought about it. It was just a job that paid well to me. One I enjoyed doing, just like you did. When I was ready and wanted to retire I just told them and submitted my resignation letter. There was no send-off party or anything. I just walked away.

I said they must have really trusted him or thought they had something on him or over him. He said there was nothing that he could think of. He said the only person he still had any real contact with was Sinclar and that he was thinking of leaving too. He wanted to settle back and enjoy life more.

"As you know, when training a slave, there are no days off. You work every day for years. Then when they graduate you get some much needed time off, unless a new boy comes in and you are the only free trainer available. And that happened to you with Jimmy."

I told him he was so right on all that.

"Well Dad," I said, "I may have been just being paranoid, but in watching TV and movies I couldn't help but think that when a corporation was in a business as this one was, they don't leave loose ends or the possibility of any loose ends, if that makes any sense."

He said that I might just be right on that, but he had gone from being in the services essentially to working there. He said that there was his education and all, but essentially that was what it was. All he knew was to follow orders and do his job. So maybe he was brainwashed too and they believed they would be safe with him. He just didn't know.

"TV movie Unky TV movie."

Dad said he was sorry for not paying better attention. He asked if Peter wanted to watch the fun shows now?

"Yeah Papa."

Dad put on the cartoon network for him. I figured he liked them too.

Dad and I continued our conversation. I told Dad that anyway, that was where I was at. I just had to hope that Jeffrey was being straight with me and was actually trying to get answers about Jimmy. That was my one and only hope. Dad laughed and told me I was a liar. That I wanted out. That I wanted out and I wanted to take in boys who were in need.

I looked at him and said, "Just 1 more dad."

I told him I would love to adopt my present lap-warmer as well.

"Well he is isn't officially ready. It would be difficult with no birth records and no known relatives, but who knows."

I asked him if he thought anyone would want to adopt a child with his background, health issues, etc.?

He said, "There was telling son."

"Oh god Dad, I need to get approved for adoption right away."

Dad said he was not sure how that would go as I was a single male. It would be a long road for me but, nothing was impossible. He also said he thought it would be better if I didn't disclose my work though. Hopefully, I would hear from Jeffrey and could start to put my plan in motion.

I said I sure hoped so. That something had switched in my brain, and all I could think about was taking care of these two boys. I was already so attached to the little one and this was only after one weekend. He was simply amazing to me. I wanted so bad to help him heal and to watch him grow up. He was such a strong boy. Dad asked if he sort of reminded me of someone?

What? I was suddenly deep inside myself again. Had I really missed this? Damn. Well damn! He was right. That's it! That's what it is or a part of it, anyway I guess! He was a little ME, in some ways. No wonder there was some connection. Why was I always the last one to recognize things? I guess I just went through life and never really thought or reflected on me or my feelings or reactions to things. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Why would my subconscious see things but not let me know? Maybe I have always been just so out of touch with myself. After being dumped on the sidewalk at the Institute, all I really paid attention to was dad and the boys I was training. Hmm. Other than dad, I guess I never had feelings for anyone, including myself. That was, until Jimmy came along. That threw me for a loop as you know. I was then someone I didn't even know could exist.

With those thoughts still buzzing in my head I asked, "Dad, how do you see things like about Peter and I but I never do?

"Welcome back son."

"Oh yea, sorry Sir."

"No need to apologize Sean."

He said he didn't know why I didn't see it or hear what my self-conscious was telling me.

I told him that I had realized that, other than him, I never really had any feelings for anyone. I was friends with Tom Donahue but he was my only friend and we weren't close just shared some views and stuff. The slave boys were just a commodity that came and eventually went. I never wanted to seriously hurt them, but I didn't have what I guess were normal human feelings for them either. It must have a lot to do with being indoctrinated or brainwashed, at such a young age. I had completely bought into all of it. It was exciting and fun to see the boys conform. Watching tears was satisfying then. I really felt that I was exploited from the get go. Who would make a kid do what I was doing? I hadn't even matured enough or understood myself enough to do what I was doing. I was a very naive boy. I had no big picture. It was all institute all the time, from that moment of arrival until just recently. I never thought about anything outside of those walls.

He said it sounded about right. He said he thought I had nailed it. Again, he said he had never looked at it like that, but he thought I was correct. He said he was a young adult and had only served our country before he arrived there. He had a better grasp of some of the world, but all he knew was to obey orders, so he fell in line too.

The whole time we had been talking, I was just touching Peter. His legs his arms and shoulders, and playing with his floppy hair. I turned him around from the cartoons. I looked at him and asked him how he was doing?

"I good."

Was he more comfortable now since he was here and not back with the bad men.

"Yeah. I not know 'bout stuff like this."

"Was it confusing?"

"What?"

"Not understanding a lot of stuff."

"Yes. I see new stuff lots."

I told him I was sure he did. I asked if he wanted to go and find Jimmy as Jimmy and I had to go to the place where we were sleeping that night.

"I go too!"

I suggested that maybe he should stay with Papa.

"No I go you!"

Well I told him that he would need to go ask his Papa if he would let him.

He turned and hollered "I go?"

I used my finger to turn his head to me. "No sweetie, we don't just yell. We talk."

I told I was going to put him down and I wanted him to walk over and ask dad nicely if he could go for just that night. I put him down and he walked over to my dad and asked, "I go?"

Dad asked him why did he want to go with us rather than staying in his own bed?

"I go Jimmy and him."

That got me to thinking. He had no idea what to call me. Dad told him it would be okay to go, but he would need a bag with his pajamas and clothes for the next morning.

That little boy took off running somewhere. There was sudden yelling, "Jimmy! Jimmy I go! I go!"

I said well we knew where he was going I guessed.

Dad said, "Yup, no question there."

I asked what we would do as a family tomorrow? Dad said he hadn't thought about it. I asked if there were parks or something where they could all run around or play their version of baseball? He said he was sure we could find somewhere around there. I asked if there would be a playground? as I would love to see Peter at a playground for the first time.

"Oh, now that would be fun wouldn't it.?"

"Yeah dad, I think it would be a real blast."

I asked Dad if he could see if any of his contacts might know an attorney who did this adoption stuff. Family Law, he believed was the speciality.

"Okay Family Law attorney," I said.

He told me he had met with some in the past, of course. He would also talk to the people at Child Protective Services. He would tell them that I was very keen to adopt Peter. He would also ask them what they would need from me to get the process started. He was guessing proof of income or assets to support a child. Letters of reference or something was probably a must. Background check. Uh oh, that would be a problem. We both knew, I had no history at all. He suggested that if I retained Jeffery's law firm, that maybe they could create one. They had experience of altering the documents and other stuff of the boys that were brought in. Maybe they could do something with me, to create a cover story. Like I grew up in Canada or something. He really didn't know. "Yeah Dad, I said, that might just work."

To Be Continued