Introduction

I thought I would chronicle the life of one of our "students" aka slave trainees that I had the huge good fortune to be Master of, while nurturing and instructing (slave training) him until he graduated and was subsequently sold off.

The Campus

Let me start by describing the facilities of our campus. At the main entrance there is a sign that says, "Jefferson Boys Home and School" and under that it says, "Private Specialized Training Institute". It is a very tall, sturdy, gated entrance with guards and a guard "shack" building. The drive is lined all along it with trees on both sides. There is a huge manor home that is front and center as you drive in. It looks like an overgrown southern plantation manor home. It is set far back and can not be seen from the road at all. It sits on over 200 acres of private fenced-and-walled-in land. The fence is 10 feet tall with razor wire atop. The walled sections are masonry and brick 10 foot walls. It is very formidable. Within there are fields and trees and various buildings.

There is an evergreen forest used to grow Christmas trees which are sold for profit. There are fields for raising cattle most of which are also sold off. There is a field for milk cows. There are fields that have crops and vegetables Everything not needed in-house for the inhabitants' consumption, is sold off as part of the money-making operation.

Besides the huge plantation house front and center there is a massive structure styled to complement the house but with few windows. There are also smallish cottages arranged in a semi circle behind the house and flower gardens. Then back further, closer to the fields are barns for the cows, a stable and a slave bunk house, and a dairy for milking the cows twice a day.

So now that you can envision the whole complex I'll introduce you to Jimmy.

Chapter 1
Arrival and introductions.

The boy arrived one morning having been taken out of school by one of our social worker/scout/suppliers. He was a very cute blue-eyed blond-haired 10 year old boy. His parents had both died suddenly and very suspiciously. The boy didn't know this, he was just told his parents were dead. No explanation, no empathy, no compassion. The social worker that brought him in, was only interested in the finder's fee. Apparently, his parents were into some very dangerous activities, and it appeared they had been eliminated by someone or someones who wanted them taken out. But enough of them, this story is about their spawn. His birth name was Jimmy and he was pulled out of school upon our Social Worker hearing of the parents' deaths.

He was brought straight here to our boys school/boarding school/institute, (well, really it is a slave training center, under the guise of being a boarding school). There were several of us men in the room sitting and waiting for him when he was brought in. Other than myself, the Administrator was there, and several of the Senior Masters. He was shown to a chair and sat down. He was still very teary eyed. He was told, unfortunately none to sympathetically, that now that his parents were dead, he would be living here where we could teach him what he needed to know, and we would take real good care of him. The older senior members of the Organization, have become rather numb to the feelings of the young boys who are brought in. They are mainly removed from the actual interactions with the boys.

We certainly didn't tell him of all the legal and financial dealing. That would be dealt with by the school's team of lawyers. It had been decided I was to be his Master (guardian)during his training period. By the way if there was any inheritance it would go to the school to "cover his upbringing". The boy didn't know anything of inheritance or how much money he would be worth to us. It was no concern of his.

I was without a charge as my last slave had graduated and been subsequently sold off. I had been several weeks with no slave to train, so I had taken some much needed time away to recharge. So, I was up for the next new slave trainee. I would be training Master Williams, but would not share that yet with the boy. As I have already said, a beautiful 10 year old boy stood before me, he was extremely upset, angry, scared, and crying. He was a mess emotionally. I stepped over to him and knelt down and started to create a bond with the boy. I picked him up and sat down with him and worked at calming him down. During my training, I was shown how it had always been done in the past. The boys were shown no consideration or sympathy, no empathy. Just an assembly line mentality. Move then in, train them and sell them on. The older men didn't have the patience to coddle the boys. I found I could do just as good a job but more efficiently using my methods. Since I had been so successful during my tenure here, no one has criticized me or my differing ways of handling slaves. I don't see it as coddling, I think it implants in the slave's mind, that I am the one who cares for him now. After some time the boy did stop crying and calmed down but was still obviously upset. The boy's whole world had changed in an instant. He didn't realize yet that his previous life and existence was forever gone and a whole new reality was facing him now. He said his name was Jimmy. We talked for a while and got to know each other, well mostly me getting to know about him. He was an only child. His parents were always busy with work so not as attentive to him as parents should be and he said he was generally happy. He didn't really know what his parents did. He just said they owned a distribution company. He said all he knew was they delivered products for different companies. So really, he was largely ignorant of their dealings, which wasn't a surprise, as he was too young to understand.

Once he had calmed down enough we stood up to leave, but the Administrator told the boy that he was to mind me and do as he was told with no fussing or fighting. I looked down at him and told him it was time to get him registered and ready to fit in with the other students. He needed to get processed.

Initial Intake Photos

I took him to the photography studio. He was still clothed, and had some basic photos taken. Front, back, sides, Face closeups, etc. These were immediately uploaded to his file for future use. He was cooperative and caused no delays or problems.

Once this was completed, we headed to the sizing area.

Measurements

First I took him to the sizing and uniform area. Here, they needed him naked so they could take his measurements to start sizing his custom-fit uniforms and selected other items that would be found or made to fit him precisely. It took a lot of comforting and cajoling to get him out of his clothes. It was an ordeal as you can imagine, but I kept reassuring him that I would be there with him and make sure he was not touched and that no one would hurt him. When he removed his shirt, I saw just how beautiful his upper body was. Just perfect. Smooth, blemish free, soft and pale. He was so shy and so nervous, that it was turning me on just watching him get undressed. He took his jeans off and was standing in his little boy underwear with a super hero pattern on them. I told him he had to fully undress and ordered him to remove his underwear. I couldn't wait to see what was under there. I just knew his little boy dicklet would look spectacular. He didn't move. I told him that he had to be naked so the machine could measure him. He reluctantly dropped his underwear, but immediately covered his immature little package with his hands. I had to tell him twice, "Hands at your sides until told otherwise."

He was crying again. He was visibly upset at being naked in front of complete strangers. I helped him move his hands to his side and told him he must never hide any part of his body. All of him must always be able to be seen when instructed. I was not disappointed either. His little pre-pubescent circumcised dicklet and tiny balls tucked up in his groin were so cute and adorable. My eyes were just drinking him in. He stood about 4¼ ft [130 cm]. He was thin but not skinny. I would guess he was about 50 or so pounds [23kg] of cuteness. Actually he looked just beautiful. An adorable little creature that I get the privilege of raising and training to become the best slave possible to meet the needs of his future owner.

I knelt next to him and explained all the boys who arrive here go through the same process and he needed to get used to it as it would happen again as he grew and needed bigger uniforms and other garments and equipment. I then took him to the platform where he had to stand and told him how to hold his arms out and spread his legs so the lasers could see all of him to get his measurements.

You maybe wondering why I am just calling him boy and not using his birth name. The system renames all boys with an appropriate name that is not currently in use. So it is easier to just call him boy and move away from his birth name and previous life from the get go. I think it makes the transition easier, if that's possible.

Preparation For Intake Physical

After the measurements were done I walked him naked through the halls down towards our infirmary where he would have his intake check-up and physical. These intake physicals are both humiliating and painful for the boys, but also so erotic and such a turn-on for the adults.

As a side note, I do need to let you know the boys are videoe recorded at every step of their training here. Everything is recorded with professional recording equipment. The videos are posted on our private secure website where very thoroughly vetted members can view recordings posted of all the boy slave trainees. Videos are made and posted throughout their training for the entire time they are with us. It is a very lucrative sideline and also ensures we have plenty of prospective buyers for our highly trained and well conditioned slave products.

Barber

I first brought him to our barber shop for his regulation hair cut. All boys start with a full head shave, unless it is determined the boy is to be groomed and converted into a sissy for future owners looking for such. They are the only ones whose hair is left to grow longer. This decision is made during their measuring process. Once made, it was uploaded to their records and immediately shows up on our I-pads or tablets that all Masters carry, so we all can see his status. He started to struggle again so restraints were brought up from around the barber chair to secure him tightly. I tried to calm him down during his very vocal outburst. I told him it was regulation for sanitary purposes and the straps were to keep him safe and secure so he didn't get hurt. After the shearing a big cup of shaving cream was brought out and was brushed on his little stubbled head. The barber then proceeded to shave his head smooth and then polish it. I have to say, the boy looked good enough to eat. What a vision he was and would continue to be while here. I just could not help myself and I hugged him and touched him all over. OH, he was so soft and smooth from head to toe. I didn't recognize it at the time, but I was touching him more than even normal for me.

Once the barber was done, the dejected teary-eyed boy was lead to the doctors' exam rooms in the infirmary.

Cleaning And Readying For The Physical

After the introduction to the Doctor and staff, I and a couple of orderlies or aides (all staff are male), departed the exam room and escorted him to an adjoining room to be thoroughly cleaned. Of course this means inside and out. He was given a nice hot bubble bath to clean and relax him. Of course he was not allowed to do this himself. The staff did all the work. After the bath it was on to a shower, where he was thoroughly scrubbed clean. This made his skin rather pink from all the effort put in.

Of course there was whining, begging, and crying from the boy. Poor little guy was still calling out to his mommy, even though he knew they had passed away. He was then dried off and then told to kneel down on the floor. When asked if he had ever had an enema before he said he didn't know, and didn't know what it was. He was instructed to stay kneeling and then to put his face on the floor and his arms straight out in front of him leaving his ass up in the air.

The boy was told to relax and not to tense up and just let it happen; like that would really happen. He was assured this was standard procedure and he would not be permanently damaged or hurt in any physical way. A very large enema bag was completely filled with hot soapy water. The nozzle was lubricated and the technician, with a large amount of lube on his large adult finger proceeded to insert it into the boy's quite beautiful little puckered asshole. The boy screamed and tried to get up and away from what was happening. I knelt down next to the boy and "hugged him" and held him down tightly. I urged him to stop struggling and that this had to happen so the doctor could check him out. He continued to fight them vigorously, even after I was touching him. I told him I would be with him every step of the way. Not unexpectedly though, we had to restrain him. We start unrestrained to see how far the boys would let us proceed. The orderlies brought out their standard enema table and I picked him up and laid him down on his back. The technicians then strapped his arms down to the arm rests at the shoulder, at the elbow and at the wrist. They then lifted his legs into the stirrups and strapped them down as well, at the top of the thigh, at the knee, and at the ankle. A strap was put across his forehead, and another across his chest just above his nipples. God he looked so cute strapped down. I always love the look of gorgeous boys under restraint. As he fought, you could see his muscles tighten up and strain against the restraints. God, what a sight to behold! This would make a great video and would be viewed many times over by the members of the super secret, highly secured, and private website.

I held his hand as the tech again inserted his lubed finger and held it in for a while, and then moved it in and out and around to spread the lube. The nozzle was then fed into his ass pucker, where again he screamed and started to thrash around as much as the restraints allowed, which was very little. The tech blew up the balloon on the nozzle so the boy would not leak and would have to hold it for as long as they wanted. The boy already felt the pressure, and the water had not even been started. The hot soapy water then started to enter him and you could see the distress increase on his face. I assured him it was necessary and would be over before he knew it. As the water began to fill him up he let out a scream telling us to stop and that it hurt.

They stopped the flow for a bit while I rubbed his stomach and told him the first one was the worst and then they get easier with less cramps in future ones. Once he subsided, they started the flow again. The boy was so uncomfortable and feeling totally exposed and violated. He was so cute. When the bag was finally empty and the boy looked like he was pregnant, he was told he had to hold it in for a while to get the full benefit of the procedure. When he had waited 10 minutes or so and was continuously begging to let it out, the technician brought over a bucket and held it under the boy's backside. The other tech then let the air out of the balloon, and slowly pulled the nozzle out telling the boy to hold it in until told otherwise. "Clench down and don't spill a drop!" he was ordered. After the nozzle was removed and the bucket was in place, he was told to let it go. The look of relief on the boy's face was priceless! The smell and noise of the expelling enema was certainly not unnoticed. Once he was finally finished getting it all out, the next bag was filled with plain hot water. The whole process was repeated again. And then again. By this time the water was was coming out clean.

They then held up a little cup and caught some of the enema water from the last release, and set it on the counter. They unstrapped his head and held up the cup and brought the cup to his mouth and told him to drink. I guess he didn't realize it was his enema water as he didn't put up a fuss and drank it down. He was told that from now on, he would need to clean out every morning, and to do it enough to then take a cup and drink the enema water, to make sure he was clean inside. He was stunned, to say the least! The look on his face was a real delight! That would make a great ending to this video!

He asked, "what do you mean from now on"? We explained that our students all are required to have enemas every morning and sometimes later in the day, when they need to be cleaned out again. We assured him it would be easier if not pleasurable from now on, for the most part. I held his hand and caressed his head as we made out way to the next stop.

He was cleaned up and taken to a special booth area for the official photo shoot. He was instructed to take different posses for full body shots and close ups. He was getting more upset as the photographer was taking extreme closeups of his nipples, little boy pre- pubescent package, ass, and asshole pucker. He was blushing something fierce. He forgot again and tried to cover up his little baby dick and then his asshole and not let the pictures to be taken. After I gave him a very stern lecture that he NEVER covers up any part of him and to always obey what he is told to do, he lowered his hands, but was definitely not happy. Needless to say it was an ordeal for him and so much entertainment and fun for us.

It was now time to go back to the exam room next door and meet with the doctor for his physical.

Physical

We entered the exam room and I picked the boy up and placed him at the end of the exam table. It had a rubber covered cushion on the top. It also had straps to restrain him if necessary. Some boys are so exhausted at this point that they don't have much fight left in them, and some still do. I was not sure with this boy. He certainly had spirit. He was sitting at the end between the two stirrups that would hold the legs up and open. The doctor introduced himself as Doc and reassured the boy that this would be the usual standard initial exam that all new boys got.

He started by listening to his lungs and heart. You know the drill, take a deep breath and let it out, sort of thing. He then examined the boy's bald shining head, feeling all around it. He took measurements of his head in various directions, reading off each one to the nurse with the tablet. He checked his jaw and had the boy open his mouth. Doc put a glove on for this and probed a finger in and all around the boy's mouth doing a thorough exam. He picked up one of the metal pointy instruments that dentists use and checked the boy's teeth and gums more closely with that. Doc proclaimed all looked great. Doc picked up a device that he inserted behind the boy's teeth and started to ratchet it open. Once it had forced the boy's mouth open as wide as it would go, he fixed it so it kept the mouth wide open. He then picked up another item that had measurements like a circular ruler. He started to slide it in the mouth until the boy started to gag and choke. The boy was making a lot of noise and he looked upset. The doc ignored his distress and read off the measurement again to the nurse. He then removed both oral devices.

He then moved down to his neck and shoulders and felt all the bones and musculature and then measured those as well, reading off those measurements as he went along. He then proceeded to the arms. He felt and then measured them from shoulder to elbow, elbow to wrist and each finger, informing the nurse who dutifully entered each into the boy's digital record. He moved around and checked the boy's back, feeling the spine, etc. And measured that as well. He then moved to the beautiful little boy chest. All smooth with just a little hint of definition starting to show. The boy must have played baseball or some other activity, to be so lightly toned and gorgeous. He felt and rubbed the chest all over. After measuring his chest and abdomen, he went up and then zeroed in on the tiny nipples. He pinched, tweaked, pulled, and twisted those little nubs. This did bring out the first reaction from the boy, since his mouth and gag reflex was measured. He squealed and pulled back. The doctor told him to hold still and not cause him any problems. The doctor mentioned the tits were highly sensitive which could be used to our advantage and we would need to develop the the nipples. He said they were too small and should be worked regularly. The nurse recorded it all on his I-Pad. Doc used a caliper to measure them and then measured the distance between each other and from each tip to nose. All of which were recorded.

The doctor moved on down feeling his ribs and pulsating them and pushing on them He examined his stomach and palpated the various parts and asked the boy if there was any pain or discomfort in each area. Having found nothing wrong, he had the boy lay back flat on the table.

His legs were still hanging down off the edge. So Doc picked up each foot and lifted them into the stirrups. He examined each of the boy's feet. He roughly pushed and felt the soles, and used the notched wheel on the boy's soles to check the reaction. That certainly made the boy wince and start He measured each toe. The doc then proceeded to check and measure both legs from the ankle to knee and knee to groin, which he had not touched yet. All sizes again recorded.

Now, he reached the prized spot. At this point the boy's legs were strapped in the stirrups at the ankle and at the knee, so he would not be able to remove them. He fondled the boy's genitals, which made the boy jump with a start. He told the boy to relax. The boy looked at me with those tell him to stop eyes. Doc measured each little ball with the caliper. He noted their small size but proclaimed them to be within the normal range and shape for a boy of this age. He measured the penis flaccid and read the number to the nurse. He started to manipulate the penis, rolling it around, rubbing a thumb across the head while looking for the stiffness of the little dicklet to start. The boy was in distress having some stranger playing with him. I walked over and laid my hand on his shoulder and leaned down and whispered to him, "Just relax, it is a big boy examination. You want to be a good boy don't you? Let the doc do his job. I will be here for you the whole way." He was actually being a pretty good patient so far.

Once the dicklet got stiff he read off the measurement of 1.5" [4 cm] to the nurse, who dutifully made the entry on the tablet.

He then tilted the legs out and back to give full access to the beautiful little asshole, or cunt as the boy would learn to call it.

The doc said, "It is time to do an internal exam of your cunt," and touched the boy's cunt opening.

The boy asked, "My what?, What's a cunt? Don't touch me there, that's dirty!"

I explained that some boys out there have an asshole. But that all OUR boys actually have a cunt, and that he would eventually get used to it being used. I then ended with, "Do your best to relax your cunt which will make it easier to get through the exam with minimal pain."

The doc ran a gloved finger around the area which made the boy tense up. I am positive the boy was humiliated and ashamed and in pain, that he was being violated in such a way. Knowing what was coming, I told the boy, "Please relax and don't tense up, if you do it will make this next part more difficult for you. Can you try real hard and do that for me?"

He thought for a moment and then nodded his head with tears in his eyes.

Doc then lubed his finger and started to really play with the outside of the wrinkled little opening. With more lube on his finger he started to press at the opening. The boy started to clamp down. Poor guy was again told to, really try to relax his cunt, so the exam could continue. I told the boy to push out like he was taking a dump. The tip of the finger finally entered at that point and Doc held it still. The boy's eyes were wide open with fear, and he was yelling to take it out. We told the boy, that we had not even started yet and to just try real hard to relax his cunt, that the doc needed to make sure all was okay.

I pulled up the heavy rubber straps from the sides of the table and buckled one over his chest and one at his waist, telling the boy that this should make him feel more secure and comfortable. The doc's finger moved in slowly, trying to let the boy get used to the invasion. He waited a minute and then started to move it around and in and out. He pulled all the way out when the boy seemed to have relaxed to the one finger invasion. He then lubed up again and started again with two fingers and the same process was followed. The boy was clearly still in discomfort but was actually doing amazingly well.

The doc pulled both fingers out and picked up the speculum. He lubed it well and started to press the end against the opening. As the tip was just starting to enter, the boy was startled and jumped again. I again reminded him to push out like he was pooping. I held on to him and tried to reassure him that he would be alright. The instrument very slowly sunk in to the boy's cunt. The doc then stated to slowly, ever so slowly, open it up. He was taking his time and letting the sphincter get used to the action and relax, making it easier to proceed. Each time he opened it there was a click. The boy was in distress and was asking and yelling to stop and take it out, that it was going to kill him! I held the boy tight and whispered encouragement to him to let Doc do his job and he would not be permanently hurt.

Once it was open enough, I moved down to the end and looked at what the doctor was seeing. I told the boy, "You have a beautiful cunt, you should be very proud!"

Then the doctor checked for any strains or any possible tearing that might be starting. There was none. He wanted the boy opened but not damaged in anyway. The opening was measured and was of course recorded on the tablet. The Doc then looked inside and then put his gloved finger in and began to feel around inside. The boy didn't say anything but had his eyes closed tight with a pained expression on his face, but knowing he wasn't in pain, I smiled. Doc then took samples with a long swab, moving it all around inside. He also took a scope and and maneuvered it around to look and violate the boy's insides. He felt the immature prostrate and looked for the usual reaction. He said the boy was of course very tight, but he knew he would be and also knew that the boy would never be this tight again. At times the boy looked like it actually felt good.

The boy lay exhausted when Doc pulled the instrument out and wiped it and the boy off. He then lifted up the dicklet. He reached to the instrument tray and picked up a sound and lubed it up. He held the dicklet and squirted lube down the urethra. He told the boy to not move and placed the sound at the entrance to the cute little dicklet lips. He stated to slowly enter the boy. The boy went stiff and screamed and shouted to take it it out. The sound slowly entered the boy. When all the way in, Doc just held it there for a couple of minutes to let everything relax. He then started to pull it out and push it back in. The boy was crying continuously now and begging for it to stop. Doc said it was normal size and tightness, but would need to be worked on before graduation, which it certainly would be. The sound was removed.

The doc then selected a catheter and started to slide it into the boy's little dick. It slid in easily until it met with the bladder. A little push and it was through the sphincter and into the bladder. That again made the boy squeal and cry out to make it stop and to take it out. Doc then collected the boy's golden nectar in a container for analysis. He slowly pulled out the catheter, and let the boy relax.

By this time the boy was beyond exhausted and humiliated. He just laid there panting with his eyes closed not wanting to make eye contact with any us in the room who had just invaded every opening he had.

Doc then told the boy to hold still as he took a blood sample and placed a plaster onthe spot. Once that was done Doc said he was done and we could go. I undid the straps and picked the boy up in my arms and carried him over to the chair. I sat with him in my arms and he moved to a position where he could put his little arms around me. That was a good sign. He was needing some reassurance and I was the only one so far that had shown him compassion and concern. My process was starting! He slowly calmed down and started to doze off. It had been a very long and stressful day for the boy

I kept him in my arms and stood up to take him to my cottage and his future home. As we walked down the first floor corridor I pointed out the cafeteria where we would eat once in a while, especially if he was being a good boy. I turned and headed to the back of the estate. We exited to the rear courtyard where all the gardens are. It really is a beautiful space and very well maintained. I pointed off to the side and showed him the swimming pool. We were some distance away, but you could still see in through the wall of windows. He looked in and saw a few boys there swimming. One had a full body rubber harness and a collar, one boy was wearing a rubber hood with eye openings and had a red ball gag strapped around his hooded head, also with a collar. Another boy had what looked like a back brace of heavy rubber, but was in fact a boned corset, also with a collar. I looked at my boy and saw his eyes and I knew he was wondering what was up with those boys. I am sure he figured out this wasn't your typical boarding school. I could picture the wheels turning in his head. I started to walk further and he lifted his head and looked at me.

I told him "It will all be okay, you will get used to us and the institute and fit right in, just relax now and when we get to my cottage, we can talk and I can explain more."

He laid his head back down on my shoulder. It was such a rush to be hold a beautiful naked boy in my arms. We walked to the row of cottages and stopped at mine. I opened the door and said to him "Welcome to my home and training area."

Chapter 2
First Evening

I sat down with him on my knee on the couch. I asked if he was hungry and thirsty. He nodded in the affirmative. I set him down on the couch and went and got a couple of slave bars and a couple of bottles of water that had teats on the end, and a large bottle of milk that I added acetaminophen to and a drug that would help him to relax and be more susceptible to the start of my conditioning. The milk bottle was a larger size baby bottle actually.

I sat the items down and sat next to the boy. I picked him and sat him on my lap again. I opened the bars and handed one to him. He started to eat but was not thrilled with the bar treat.

I explained, "We are very careful of what our boys eat. We don't feed them any junk food. Just healthy balanced food for our boys." I opened one of the bottles of water and held it up to his lips and he looked at it in shock and surprise. He did take the nipple in and started to drink, but I could see it was not going to work at this point as it was not coming out fast enough. I took the nipple off and he drank all of it in one go. He went back to eating and I handed the second one to him. He finally finished the second one.

I started by saying, "I know you're hurting from losing your parents, and then moving here and going through our process today. But, I want you to understand that this is your home now and I am here to take care of you until you graduate. I have an idea," I told him, "I have just the thing that will help you feel better right now. I know you have a lot of questions and they will all be answered eventually."

I asked him if he would like to feel more comfortable and put clothes on. I explained I would like to make him feel more comfortable for a while, but first he would have to let me do something, and to just go along with it. I placed a black leather blindfold on him, telling him it was necessary for now, so he shouldn't worry and he needed to learn to rely on me for everything. I picked him up and took him down to the dungeon and laid him on an adult sized changing table. I proceeded to select the right size diaper for his frame. I lifted both legs and sprinkled powder on him. Then slid the diaper and a couple of doubler or booster pads under his ass. He was beet red and visibly shaken.

I told him, "It will all be okay, these will make you feel more secure, Please just trust me."

He seemed resigned to the fact that he was getting diapered at 10 years old, or he was just too tired and exhausted to do anything at this point. Once it was taped on, I stood him up and put him in some lockable footed pajamas that I could open and change the diaper if necessary. They had pictures all over them of Masters and slaves in various situations. Bondage, Straight jackets, slaves being lead on a leash, slaves kneeling down next to their Master, hooded slaves, slaves getting spanked and flogged, etc. I then put mittens on his hands that were stiff inside but matched the pattern of his pajamas. These would render his hands useless and he would be more dependent on me. We walked back to the couch and I had him lay down and I then lifted him up and slid under his head and upper body. I took my shirt off. I lowered the lights using my remote. I also turned on some soft background music to further help him relax and be open to the start of my suggestions and indoctrination into his new life.

I reached down and lifted his head up and brought his mouth to my nipple. I softly told him to take my nipple in his mouth and gently suck and suckle on it. He was hesitant at first, but he finally did it. I told him to close his eyes and listen carefully to my voice and what I was saying. I said, "If I ask you a question, just nod your head slightly."

When he started to relax and let his world close down, I started talking to him in a soft caring voice. I started by telling him that he was a such good boy. That I could tell he was a good boy and that I knew he wanted to be good boy. Being a good boy was pretty simple. He just needed to do what he was told. Good boys don't hesitate when told to do something. I was here to take care of his needs. I would know what he needed and take care of him and his needs, especially if he was a good boy. Good boys cooperate with adults and especially me."

I then went on to say, "I imagine you wonder why I never say your name nor told you mine. This is because it wasi better to tell you in a quiet and private space like we are in now, than anywhere else."

I told him my name was Master. He was to always call me Master.

I continued, "Good boys call their guardian Master. Master will see to all your needs. Life here is going to be different for you, my good obedient boy, but just go along with everything, as eventually you will understand more."

He was still suckling and his eyes were closed. I asked if he was relaxing now after his really long day. He nodded.

"Good boy you are doing well, but don't go to sleep on me now." I then slowly broached the topic of his name. I asked, "Were you wondering why you had to go through all that today and why everyone just called you and referred to you as boy?"

He nodded again.

I rubbed his back while I continued on. "Every boy who enters our institute, is given a new name. It is sort of a new beginning, a new identity from your former life. Our computer system generates new names for all our boys. Eventually your birth certificate and everything will reflect your new name and me as your Master and Guardian."

I asked him, "Do you want to know what the name is that has been picked for you by the institute?"

He again nodded his head. I picked up my tablet and found his digital record. It showed all the pictures and measurements that were collected today. At the top of the file it showed his birth name and his new name that would be used exclusively from now on. His new name I knew would be a shock to him.

I informed him, "Your name now is Dickcheese."

He stopped suckling, lifted his head, and opened his eyes in horror along with a pained look on his face. He said, "That's not my name, my name is Jimmy. I told you my name already."

I told him, "SHHH. I told you not to speak. You are to remain quiet.. I understand, I really do, but this is a requirement of the Institute. All boys are given a new and more appropriate name for what you are. I know it is upsetting and different, but you will get used to being called Dickcheese now and will eventually forget you even had an old boring name." I gently guided his mouth back to my nipple, and told him to keep at it.

I continued on and as I did so, I used his new name over and over to get him used to hearing it, and thinking of himself as Dickcheese.

"Dickcheese, you will grow to love it here and make new friends too. You will learn lots and lots of new things, exciting things really. I know you will be a very good boy for me, Dickcheese. Let me help you understand a little bit better."

I moved on the couch and spun him around so he could work on my other nipple. I reminded him to always keep my nipple in his mouth and keep suckling on it. It is comforting and helps start our special bond as Master and slave.

I proceed to say, "This institute is very special. We select only very special, good boys to educate and teach what is expected of them as they grow and learn; so that even you can be successful as you grow up. Dickcheese, I know you want to be a good boy and happy, right?" He nodded his head. "Good Boy, Dickcheese."

"You are going to learn a lot of new things Dickcheese. Things that may start out scary, but you will quickly learn that they aren't really scary at all, just new to you. New things can be scary, because you have never done them or experienced them before. It will be challenging at times and it will be a lot of work, but I know you can do it. I will be there with you the whole time, instructing and helping you master each new thing. You will always do your very best at all times, right Dickcheese?"

He again nodded.

"You are such a good boy Dickcheese, My special boy Dickcheese."

I told him, "Tomorrow is another day and we will have things we must take care of. After a good night's sleep, you will feel better, well rested, to be ready to tackle another exciting day."

I had noticed he was starting to nod off, so I thought it was time to put him to bed.

I picked up my diapered slave boy, and carried him to the dungeon. There are a couple of small windows way up in the ceiling in this space. It is usually totally dark at night and only a glow from the outside to gently light it during the day. I carried him in and placed him into the locking crib. I placed him on his back, and told him I would be right back, and to not move at all.

I returned with yet another bottle of milk, this time warm. I also added some medication to ensure he slept through the night. I didn't want him waking up in total darkness and freak out. I put the bottle in his mouth and he started suckling it. I had pulled a chair up beside him and sat down and held the bottle for him. I whispered to him, "It's time for bed Dickcheese, and I want you to have a good long sleep. This bed is special, as it will keep you safe and secure all night. Nothing is going to interrupt your sleep or bother you in any way. I gently lowered the top part of the cage and locked it shut. His eyes were closed, so I don't think he even knew he was in an over sized crib with a locking top, so he couldn't get out if he wanted to.

I told him to hold the bottle now himself, in his mitted little hands. He held it between both hands rather awkwardly, but he did finish it off while he lay in the dark and fell asleep. I had told him I had a monitor so that I would hear him if he needed anything. I also reminded him that he was wearing special underwear that would absorb it if he needed to pee. "Just pee in your new special underwear tonight, if you need to."

I slowly exited the dungeon and cleaned up the living room and decided it was time to turn in even though it was earlier than I normally did. I cleaned up and hopped into bed. It had been a long day, but one I would remember always. I love working with young boys. I laid there remembering every facet of the ordeal the boy went through. Watching his little dicklet get hard. Watching as he gagged on the measuring metal dildo his eyes going wide open as he started to gag. Priceless! Then when his cunt was opened and it was so beautiful. Stretched open and all pink and lovely inside. That is when I pushed myself over the top and came to a real hard and well earned orgasm. After wiping up, I drifted off to sleep thinking of what tomorrow would bring.

Chapter 3
The first morning together

I woke up early and listened to the monitor to hear if there was any movement from Dickcheese. Apparently he was still asleep, or at least not moving or making any sounds but breathing. I got up showered and did what you do in the mornings, except I didn't piss in the toilet. I went to the kitchen to make coffee and have some breakfast. As I was eating I was wondering how this morning would go with Dickcheese. His whole world had been turned upside down already. I wondered how he would take to his feeding. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. I opened the door and the delivery slave had a large box, which I knew held Dickcheese's uniforms, boots, harnesses, hoods, corsets, and collars. Everything but the uniform was in both rubber, and leather. The rubber uniform consisted of what looks like the top part of a shirt. It stops just at the top of the chest under the collar bones. It has a t-shirt type collar, and is long sleeved that end with attached gloves. After all the measuring yesterday, I knew it would fit him perfectly. It is all black with yellow trim and black and yellow gloves. It is a lovely piece. There is a small Speedo type garment that is the other part of the uniform. It would just barely cover his little boy package and would show the top of his ass crack. Perfect! He will look stunning in his uniform. The boots, which are standard issue for the slaves, are lace up and reach up to just below the knee. We think knee high boots look great on the boys. There is lead or some other weighted material in the soles, so the boots have a definite heft to them. This is to help tone up the boys' legs to accompany their exercises. There are latex toe socks as well. The toe socks are black with a yellow band at the top. The boots have additional little rings at the top where a lock secures the boots on. I will talk bout the harnesses and corset (used for breath control training) etc. when I use them on him. Incidentally, the boys that show the least bit of softness, greater submissiveness, or feminine traits are chosen to become sissies.

In the dungeon, he was laying there with his eyes wide open staring out through the bars of the crib cage and looking around the dungeon. I could see by his face, that he was overwhelmed with everything in the dungeon, and clearly wondering if he would be subjected to them all, which of course he would.

I walked over and said, "Good morning Dickcheese, I hope you slept well. Are you well rested and feeling a bit back to normal?

He said, "Yea."

"Yes Master," I reminded him. "From now on, only speak when asked a direct question. Understand?

"Yea"

"Yes Master," I reminded him again. I unlocked and opened the top of the crib cage, lowering the side and helped him out. I felt his diaper to see if he wet it or messed it overnight. I can feel he has peed a lot for sure.

He is uncomfortable with me touching his diaper, but asked, "This room is scary, what is all this stuff?"

"Did I ask you a question?"

"No Master."

"That's better, Dickcheese."

I told him to not worry about all the stuff now, it would all become clear in due time. "You will always be okay in the end."

I picked him up and laid him on the changing table and took off the pajamas. He was laying there in just his well used diaper. There were no leaks however, which was good. I untaped the diaper and told him to lift up so I could slide it off and toss it away. I then proceeded to clean him up thoroughly. I told him it was almost time to feed him but he needed to get cleaned up first.

I reminded him he should just nod, that he shouldn't speak. I knew this would be a hard lesson for him to learn, as there wasn't much I would need to hear from him. It would take some disciplining to help him understand his place. First he needed a shower and cleaning.

I walked him to the bathroom and told him to brush his teeth and use the toilet. As he was wiping I started the shower. I told him to turn around, bend over, and reach back and spread his cheeks far apart. I checked his cleanliness and touched his cunt and around it. He jumped a bit.

He was told to hop in the shower. I grabbed the soap and a washcloth to wash him. He grumbled something I couldn't really hear. I told him that since he already broken that rule that he had to say that again, exactly as he said it before, while I smacked his ass. He said it a little louder this time that he was a big boy and knew how to clean himself.

I replied that that might be so, but I would be doing it for the foreseeable future. I gave him two more hard spanks before I grabbed the soap and a washcloth and washed him all over. I didn't use the washcloth to wash his dick, balls, and now red ass. I did them by hand. I rubbed his clit and fondled his little ovaries with one hand and inserted a soapy finger into his ass. He was startled by the insertion of my finger, but didn't react in any other way.

Once clean, I dried him off and opened the cabinet on the wall. I folded down the enema table. I told him to hop up. His expression changed but I told him to trust me, it would not be as bad as he had found it before.

I reached under and brought the stirrups out and locked them into place. At this point I could read his face well. I laid one hand on his chest and the other on his smooth head. I looked at him and told him, "Shhh, just relax. It won't be anything like you had before. I really think you will like it. The cramps won't be as bad since you now have had enemas before. I know you trust me more now, isn't that right?" He nodded.

I lifted each leg up and put them in the stirrups. I did put a velcro strap over each shin. I looked at him and asked him if I needed to strap the rest of him down, or would he be a brave good boy and start out without them? He nodded again.

"OK," I said, "but if you do move around too much I will, because I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. Ok?"

He said, "Yes Master," this time. I hadn't realized then, that I hadn't corrected him.

I filled the water bag with warm soapy water. I raised the stand and hung the bag. I lubed the nozzle, gently slid it in,and blew up the balloon to keep it in place so it wouldn't leak.

"Are you ready my good boy?"

He replied that he was. Again, it didn't dawn on me that I didn't correct him. I started the flow and held my hand on his tummy. I rubbed it in circles. When I thought the cramps might hit, I stopped the flow and continued to rub his tummy. I asked him if he was okay, and he said that he was. I started the flow again and could feel him filling up. I stopped the flow and looked at him. He nodded. I started the flow and the rest of the water drained in to him. I asked how he was doing now that the whole bag was in him. "You may answer my question."

He actually talked this time, and said, "MmmMaster, I am full and it is a bit uncomfortable but it doesn't hurt. Why is it better today?"

I explained that his body was getting used to it now, and that he was learning to go with the flow, so to speak. That got a little laugh from him. I told him we had to wait five minutes before he could let it out. When it was time. I picked up a bucket and placed it on an angled shelf and deflated the balloon and pulled the nozzle out. He clenched closed without me telling him to. I then told him to let it all out. Which he did just as fast as he could push it out. While he was doing that I filled the bag again with clear water. When he was done, I wiped him up and started the process again. It went even smoother this time. The waste water was pretty clear this time, but not to the point where I wanted him to drink it. So, we did it again. When this one was draining I held a glass under it and caught some of the waste water, which was clear. As soon as he was finished, I handed the glass to him and told him to drink. He wrinkled his nose but reluctantly brought it to his lips and drank it. I watched him and took the glass back when empty. I cleaned him up and put the equipment away. I removed his legs from the stirrups and they were now hanging off the edge. I folded them up and put them back underneath the table. I told him to hop down, and then folded the table back into the wall and closed the cabinet door.

Uniform And Breakfast

I walked him to the living room and decided it was time to introduce him to his uniform. He was going to have to get used to wearing it, and now was as good a time to start. I reminded him to stay quiet and and just to let me dress him in the school's uniform. I lifted up the "top" and had him hold is arms up. I slid it down his arms to where his hands reached the gloves. I make sure each finger went into the right part on both hands, and then pulled it down over his head. It was a fairly tight fit around the neck and the same for his arms and hands. It was smooth and shiny and looked great on him. I then held out the "shorts" which were so tiny and cute. He stepped into them after a bit of encouragement and I pulled them up and got them settled on him in the correct position. You could just see a little tiny bulge where his dicklet was. I then worked to get the latex toe socks on him followed by the boots. I laced the yellow laces all the way up and snapped a padlock on each of the boots.

He asked, "What's that for?" I told him to be quiet as I had not asked him a question.

I told him, "It's a requirement, but it is so they can't be taken off without me." I reminded him he was not to talk without being asked to. Next came the regulation collar. I used the rubber one that day, as I prefer rubber because it doesn't need to be taken off for showers or water sports. It has his unique barcode on it, as well as his name, and "Property of Master Williams." He squirmed around and didn't like the collar at all. I locked it on.

I again told him, "All our boys wear a collar, it helps to identify you and who you belong to and gives Seniors access to your file."

I told him, he would get used to it in no time, and not to worry about little things that superior people take care of for him. "You just need to trust me. I know you can do that for me."

Soon I knew, he would feel naked without it. He didn't look so sure. I smiled and gave him a half hug and thanked him for being a good boy and letting me do what was required of me. He sort of melted into my hug, with tears in his eyes.

He was now dressed in his complete uniform. I certainly appreciate the design of the uniform. It looks so good on the little dudes. It allows you to appreciate their smooth little chests, legs, and asses. Yum!

I knelt down and held his shoulders and looked him in the eyes, and said, "You look absolutely beautiful, a real stunner."

He looked like he didn't believe me, so I took him to a large mirror and had him look at himself. He just stood and stared at himself. Not saying a word.

I then sort of dragged/steered him into the kitchen and had him kneel beside my chair. I explained that for the time being, he would be fed this way but eventually he would get a bowl to eat from.

I told him, "I believe me feeding you this way, will help us bond and get to know each other and that you will quickly learn to trust me to take care of your needs."

I start feeding him the slave chow. It consists of large brown nuggets. It contains all the vitamins and nutrients our boys need to grow up big and strong, and well suited for the function he would have. I know the taste is bland, but it is edible and he would soon discover this is all he would get.

I then held a glass of amber liquid and told him he needed to drink his morning juice. It was still fairly warm so I held it to his mouth and he started to drink. He coughed and spat it out.

"Ugh, YUCK!" he complained.

I turned him back to me and look at him very closely while holding his chin, and then told him, "Dickcheese don't you ever refuse anything I give you. You said you would be a good obedient boy for me. You are not doing what you agreed to do Dickcheese? You will eat and drink everything provided to you Dickcheese. I am not going to punish you this time, you just need to understand this is just the way things are done here. We provide what is necessary for your growth and development. I know it is not what you are used to, but you will learn to accept it Dickcheese. Now then, get down and lick up everything that you spat out."

With tears in his eyes, he bent down and tentatively licked everything up. I enjoyed greatly watching him debase himself and I was smiling when he knelt back up. I brought the nearly full glass of my morning piss back to his mouth and told him to take a mouth full and hold it, which he did. The look of disgust on his face was priceless! God, I am going to love training this slave boy. I told him to swallow it and he did. We then went on to drain the rest of the glass. Once that was done I gave him a little water and the rest of his breakfast. The rest of the time he was well behaved, despite, I am sure, feeling rather dejected. He then finished his water.

I took him back to the dungeon and over to the sink and had him brush his teeth. He did so staring at himself in the mirror with a look of horror on his face. I told him to, "Cheer up Dickcheese! This is the beautiful new you! You will learn to love it, or at least endure it. If you are a very good boy, a very obedient boy, who does what he is told without a fight or fuss, I may let your hair grow a bit. Would you like that?'

He nodded enthusiastically. After brushing his teeth, I told him we had to go back to the main house and pick up where we left off. The look of shock on his face was so priceless. I reminded him that he agreed to be a very good obedient boy, and to just let us do what needed to be done. I admitted it might be slightly uncomfortable but it would be over before he knew it.

We walked over to the main house with me holding on to the D-ring of the collar. Soon he would be lead by a leash, but we would work up to that. He looked so dejected and nervous. I told him to relax and that I would be with him the whole time.

He asked, "What are they going to do to me now? Will it hurt?"

Yet again, I didn't realize at the time, that I had not reprimanded him for speaking and asking a question. I stopped and turned to him and hugged him again, and then backed off to arms length with my hands on his latex covered shoulder. I told him, "You will be issued some jewelry to wear, and there are a couple of other things that need to be completed. It will be over before you know it."

We walked the rest of the way and entered the main house. We turned and walked down the hallway and then down a set of stairs. The main house has several levels underground. We went down one level and turned down a hallway a short distance and entered a room that had a sign on the door, "Final Processing".

Chapter 4
Final Processing

We entered the offices and procedure rooms for the last part of the boy's Intake processing. Dickcheese stood there nervous and leaned into me, lookedup and asked, "Is it going to hurt? Everything hurt yesterday, and I hated it."

"Dickcheese, I have told you too many times, You do not ask questions or talk out of turn. You shut up and do as you are told."

I bent over and whispered in his ear, "Some of it will be uncomfortable, at least it is for some boys, but I will make sure you are okay and you will be alright in the end. It won't take that long either. Try to just relax and let the technicians do what they have too.

A technician came in and scanned Dickcheese's collar. He welcomed Dickcheese and asked if he was ready, chuckling to himself. Dickcheese didn't seem amused, but nodded. We led him back to one of the procedure rooms. This was where he was going to be chipped, so he could be continuously tracked and identified. He was led over to a waist-high narrow padded table. He was bent over so his shoulders and head rested on the table. There was a depression for his head so he would be more comfortable and be able to breathe easily. A strap was placed over the back of his head and secured tightly. The tech brought over a gun-like thing and checked to make sure the chip matched up with the recipient.

He placed the gun on Dickcheese's back between his shoulder blades and pulled the trigger. The chip was now in with very minimal blood, it just looked like a little scratch. A plaster was placed over the injection site and the strap was removed. Dickcheese stood up, sort of bewildered as to what had just happened.

I leaned over and told him, "I want you to thank the technician for chipping you and making you feel welcome, safe, and part of the institute."

Dickcheese struggled to repeat what I said, but the Tech appreciated the gesture, and rubbed Dickcheese's head, and said, "You are very welcome Dickcheese, you are so lucky to have your Master. Your Master's methods of teaching and training are being considered to become the institute's primary methods, since they work so well. Lucky you, you handsome boy. I love you in your new uniform."

I escorted him to the next procedure room where his piercings would be carried out, and he would then sport his new jewelry. The tech welcomed me and looked at Dickcheese and scanned his collar. He said, "Welcome Dickcheese, you look great in your uniform. It suits you very well. I am going to do your piercings, so hop up on this table."

Dickcheese followed the directions and hopped up. The tech told him to lay down, which Dickcheese did. The tech explained that he would be secured to keep him safe and sound, and to prevent any moving. First the tech put in the mouth spreader the same as he had yesterday. Dickcheese didn't like it and tried to say something, but I put my fingers to my lips as a sign he was to remain quiet. A harness was brought out and used to secure his head from behind his neck, up and over the front of his face and around to the back of his head and secured to table. Once done the boy was only able to move his eyes and then only to look at me. Most boys don't know what piercings are, and we don't explain it to them. We just proceed with the procedures. The tech loaded his piercing gun with the first earring. He held up the gun thing and slipped it over the ear lobe. The first pull of the trigger pierces the ear, and the second inserts the ring and squeezes it together. The boy yelped and tried to jerk his body. The tech quickly reloaded the gun and did the second ear very quickly. I don't think the boy even really registered that it had been done, as he didn't respond to this one.

The tongue piercing was next. The tech used a clamp on the tongue and pulled it from Dickcheese's oral pussy. The tech told the boy slave to take a deep breath and hold it. As soon as he did, the tech very efficiently pierced the tongue with a barbell piercing. The boy exhaled and squealed and tears were streaming down his cheeks. The tech slipped in an ice cube and told Dickcheese to just hold it on his tongue and let it chill the new piercing which would help with any swelling. The head harness was removed and we helped Dickcheese to sit up.

I told Dickcheese, "All done now, Dickcheese. You did really really well. I am so proud of you! Just one more thing to do, and then we will go get some ice cream from the cafeteria." He liked that idea.

I told him to, "Hop down and we will go next door for the last part. If you are a brave, very good, and cooperative boy, like I know you will be, we will go get that ice cream treat, Okay?"

He nodded and smiled brightly. This boy was so amazing. He had just had three piercings and was still looking to me for support. Score!

We went next door and this Technician again scanned his collar. He welcomed Dickcheese by name and told him to hop up on the table on his front. We adjusted him so his face was in yet another depression. A wide strap was pulled over the back of his head. Two straps were pulled over his shoulders and back they would hold his upper body motionless. Straps then went over his lower back, and over each leg and each arm, making him completely motionless. You could tell he was very nervous, and shaking. The tech checked the tattoo machine's settings and placed it on the back of Dickcheese's neck. It was clipped to the table to keep it from moving. He told the boy to take a deep breath and hold it. As soon as the boy took his breath, the Tech pressed the button and the machine went to work tattooing Dickcheese's bar code onto the back of his neck all at once. It was fairly quick, but with so many needles all working at once, it is still extremely painful. Dickcheese was screaming and begging to get it to stop. After several minutes of severe pain, and of course balling and yelling, the machine came to a stop. The machine was removed and the tech verified that the tattoo was correct and put some antibiotic jell type stuff over the tattoo and placed a plastic film over it and taped it closed around the tattoo.

The straps were removed and I quickly picked up Dickcheese, and held him as I went and sat on a chair in the room. I told him, "It is all done now, Dickcheese. No more procedures, you are done. It's all over. You did so great. You are amazing! I can't tell you how proud of you I am right now. You handled that like the champ that I knew you were. You did what I asked, you took the pain and powered through it. You are a brave boy and you make me very happy! You did just what I asked for Dickcheese." I continued to shhhh him, and repeatedly told him, it was all over now, that he was okay now and it was all going to be okay. I reassured him that I was there and he could hold on to me and I would stay with him.

"Shhhhhh," I whispered, "it's okay now." I rubbed his back and legs, letting him calm down. After 15 minutes or so, I got the impression he had gotten a hold of himself, I tilted his head up to look at him and asked if he was ready to get that iced treat? He wiped his tears as I kissed his forehead.

He said he thought he was. "What if I can't walk," he whispered, "will I still be able to get some?"

I set him on his feet to judge how steady he was. He stood there sort of leaning from side to side. I asked him, "Are you okay to stand and walk down the hall?"

He nodded. I put my arm around him to help support him and led him out of the final processing area. We went up the stairs to the cafe. I led him to the end of the line, slipped my arm off his shoulders and proceeded to get a big serving of the "ice cream". Of course, our ice cream is rather different. It doesn't taste nor look like regular ice cream. It is more like flavored shaved ice. He didn't know this, but it has a high content of human and steer cum, as well as piss from various sources, with yellow food coloring, and lemon flavoring. It is our high protein and low fat iced treat. I carried the bowl over to a table while leading Dickcheese by the D ring on his collar. I sat down, and told him to kneel next to me. He swallowed his pride and knelt down. I took a spoonful and fed it to him.

He scrunched up his face and looked at me, with a sort of a scowl, and said, "YUCK, THIS ISN'T ICE CREAM." When looking back now, I see that I let that infraction go as well.

I told him, "I know, it is more like shaved ice. It is a new taste for you, but trust me, you will eventually get used to it, it is actually good for you, and I want you to eat it. I know you want to be a good boy for me, so as a good boy, I know you will eat it and pretty soon you will come to appreciate it. We don't do many treats here, so enjoy those you get."

He got a bit comically theatrical as he swallowed. I got another big spoonful and fed it to him. He swallowed it right down, but I could tell it would take some time for him to get used to it, like just about everything else in his very altered life. We eventually finished the bowl. I told him it was time to head back to the cottage for some lunch. I lead him out by his collar's D Ring. He offered no resistance and was eagerly looking around as we walked.

Chapter 5
Heading home

I told him I was going to walk through the gardens to look at the flowers and bushes etc. He looked interested, so we spent a fair amount of time wandering around. It was obvious that the tattoo and piercings were bothering him, but there wasn't much I could do now. I read the name of each plant to him, to keep him engaged and to try and stop him getting into a negative headspace, after what he had endured today. I then led him home. He had been very quiet, well silent virtually, the whole time since he had got his tattoo.

We eventually got home and I sat him on the floor in front of the couch and told him to stay, and I sat in a chair across from him. I told him that I was going to ask him some questions, and I expected him to be totally honest with me.

"Good boys always tell the truth when asked questions. I just know you'll be a good boy for me."

He said, "Yes."

I reminded him, "Yes, Master."

"Yes Master," he parroted.

I told him to lean back and relax. I then asked if he would like to lay down to answer my questions, and he nodded. I handed him a throw pillow and told him to, "lay down on your side looking at me with your head on the pillow."

He did as he was told. I moved closer to him, as I knew this was going to be emotional for him. I started by asking how he was feeling right then.

He angrily said, "MAD".

I told him to tell me about it. He started by saying how mad he was that he was here, that they did bad things to him, and hurt him, and that he just wanted to go back home. I told him that this was his home now, and I was his guardian and Master.

He started crying and said, "I want my mommy and daddy."

I reached out and laid my hand on his head, and told him, "I am your mommy and daddy now Dickcheese, and you will grow to like me, appreciate me, and may even come to love me as your Master. I only want the best for you and I know what that is.

"Dickcheese, I know it is devastating to you, very sad that your parents have died, but they will not be coming back." I asked if he knew what that meant? I told him to tell me what he thought died meant.

He was quiet for a few minutes and then said, "They have gone to heaven?"

I informed him he was correct, and what a smart little boy he was. I then went on to tell him that it had been arranged for him to live here and be taken care of by me, to learn to be what has been decided he would be for the rest of his amazing life.

He asked, "What if I don't want to do that servant thing? What if I want to live with my family?"

I was actually surprised that he remembered that from yesterday. I explained that it had been decided by very important and highly superior men, who knew what was best for him, because he was too young to really know about that kind of stuff. I told him, "Just because you want something, does not mean that is what is best for you in the long run. Understand I am your only family now. We will be together most of the time, actually all the time at the beginning.

I asked him, if he understood what I was telling him. He slowly nodded yes, and had tears forming. I told him he was a very good boy, and I was super proud of him. He sort of gave a tiny smile at that. I told him we would get along great and we would be together the whole time.

I told him he was all done now with the procedures and had done well while completing his processing to become a student here. I always try to plant in the boys, what they should be feeling and thinking, rather than letting them get into their own heads and focusing on the negatives.

I stated to him, "You like your new uniform I can tell. You look so good in it," I continued. "It suits you so well. You are a very sharp, good-looking boy. I love you with your new hair cut too. You have a beautiful head and your lack of hair really shows it off well. The procedures that were completed weren't that bad really."

He was quiet. Then he looked at me and with tears streaming down his face he told me, "Sir I'm mad at you and all those other mean men that did those bad things to me! What did they do to me Master? What did that machine do to my neck, it still hurts real bad and why did you let them do that?"

I "shushed" him but decided to just let him get it out.

He was softly crying, and said, "Master, You let them do all those things to me that hurt, and scared me, and you didn't make them stop when I told you too."

I simply responded that I knew it was new and different from anything he had experienced before. Then I encouraged him by saying, "And look at you, you did great, you powered through it, and conquered that challenge! And here you are now, no worse for wear and soon you will be perfectly fine! You should be proud of yourself for doing a good job and making me so happy and proud as well. I know you need and want to make me happy.

He moaned, "It hurted so bad Sir, but if I have to make you happy, I will try, but don't hurt me no more Master."

"Yes you do need to make me happy." I told him I wouldn't lie to him, that there would be some discomfort when we worked together, but he would survive.

"Master, are you really proud of me?"

"Absolutely!" I told him.

He softly and shyly told me that nobody had ever told him they were proud of him. I told him that was the past. Now we only live in the here and now.

After a couple of minutes of quiet, I asked him if he remembered when I brought him home here? He nodded in the affirmative. I told him that I knew he liked being a good boy. I continued, when I dressed him for bed and held him, I knew he would like it, and that it would make him feel better. I told him he was such a good boy to let me take care of him and to help him relax. I just wanted him to try real hard to do as he was told when told. I told him I had known he would like his new jammies and diaper, even though I knew he didn't need it. I knew he would love the nice comfy diaper that made him feel safe and secure and well cared for. He began to agree with me that they actually felt nice, but he really was a big boy. I told him I knew.

I told him I wanted him to know that last night was a very special privilege. You see I told him, none of our boys typically wear clothes in our Cottages or the apartment homes. When our boys come home they all immediately remove their uniforms and only have their collars and boots on, since they are locked on and the Master would need to unlock them. Did he understand? I waited while he lay there soaking in what I had just told him. He ever so slowly got up and removed his uniform, albeit reluctantly. It was a struggle, but he he finally figured it out. Then he dropped the tiny little slave short-lets. He stood there in his collar and boots, and sort of froze. What a sight to behold. I thought I was definitely going to be stiff a lot with this one. I gave him time to come to terms with this requirement.

Finally, I told him, "We don't just drop our clothes on the floor. These special clothes were thoughtfully made specially for you. You should cherish them and take good care of them. We fold them and place them on the shelf by the door."

He bent down, picked them both up, and tried to fold them and placed them on the shelf.

I told him to come to me, which he did. I told him how proud of him I was that he took my hint and did what was required without me having to tell him. I said, "That proves how smart and observant you are, my good boy." That got a smile.

I then said, "I just told you that wearing clothes is forbidden inside, but there is an exception. When Master dresses you in something other than your uniform, you are to keep wearing whatever it is, until Master removes it or tells you to. Do you understand?"

He nodded. I again, gave him a really big smile and told him that I was so very proud of him, that he was being such a good boy for me and was smart to understand these new rules."

I continued by saying that I was now going to dress him in the same pajamas but with a night time diaper, even though I knew he didn't need it as it had made him feel good the night before and I expected it would today as well. I told him he had had a rough morning and was most likely still upset. I said I knew it wasn't bedtime, but we were going to get him ready early. I led him to the dungeon by his collar's D- ring.

Once we reached the changing table he hopped up on his own. I looked at him and said, "I didn't tell you to get up yet, did I?"

He looked ashamed and hopped back down. I knelt down so we were eye to eye and I said "You need to wait for me to give you instructions before you act. It isn't acceptable to just act on your own. Remember, I know what is best for you. Now, thank you for being happy and excited enough to hop right on up. And thank you again for getting right back down, that was very very good of you."

I took my keys out and unlocked the boots. I told him to unlace and take them off. He knelt down and did so. When he was finished, he was instructed to take his toe socks off as well and neatly put them over the top of his handsome boots. He did so right away and seemed very proud of himself. I immediately said, "There's my so very good boy! I knew you were a quick study. Just keep trying your best. I know you will, and you will do whatever it takes to make me happy! Now,I want you to hop on up and lay down."

He did it right away. I praised him for being a good obedient boy and told him I was proud of him for following my directions. I grabbed a real thick night time diaper and a couple of boosters. I rubbed cream on his diaper area and then sprinkled some powder on him. I told him it smelled great and he was going to feel great soon. I undid the tabs and pressed the diaper closed. I told him it was time to get down, and he immediately complied. "That a boy!" I told him.

I grabbed the pajamas and got him dressed. He did not notice this last night, but the collar is rather stiff and where it joins in back, there are two little rings to slip a lock through. I locked the pajamas on. It amazingly, didn't faze him. "There we go good boy, we are going to the kitchen for lunch."

Lunch

I lead him along by the D-Ring. When we got to the kitchen I pointed down next to my chair at the table. He gave me a look, but knelt right down. I told him there was no need for the looks, that he would get used to it eventually.

I got the slave chow and put it in a bowl. I made myself a sandwich and sat down. I had a soda. There was a bowl of water for him with a small glass of piss I had stored on the counter for this moment. I set them on the table. I gave him the yellow nectar first and told him to drink his yellow water first. He tentatively took it and just froze. I was pretty sure he still didn't know what it was, but it was something he would just have to get used too. Once that happened, he will learn where it actually comes from, and of course eventually will take it directly from the source. I told him to drink. He gulped it right down as quick as he could. Smiling, I could tell he definitely had not acquired a taste for it, but with time…

Small steps are needed for such a young boy, but with persistence and repetition he will steadily grow to be a good slave. I believe slow and steady works best to achieve the goals I have for my trainees. He finished the glass and went to hand it back to me. I looked at him and didn't take it but asked him, "What do good boys say?"

He replied, "Thank you?"

I said, "Thank you Master." He repeated just as I had said it.

He was coming along real well and it had only been just over 24 hours. I took the bowl of chow and water and placed them on the floor in front of him. I just stared at him. He didn't move and just stared at them.

I told him, "This is how good boys eat and drink for their Master. I know you want to be a good boy for me. You put your hands behind your back and lean over and eat your nutritious food and drink your water." I fed him his first piece and told him that meant he could eat. "Boys never feed until given the first bite."

He then did as he was told and started eating hands free. I knew it would take him some time to be proficient eating and drinking from bowls, but I would be patient.

I ate my sandwich and when finished I just waited for him to finish his feeding and lap up his water. Once finished he sat up with water dripping off his face. I took my napkin and wiped his face. I told him to put the food bowl in the dishwasher.

Chapter 6
First Training Video

We retired to the living room and he went to sit down on the couch but caught himself. He stood back up and stopped. I was so pleased. I thought to myself, this boy really was catching on quickly. I told him to sit on the floor with his back to the couch. I sat on the couch with him between my legs. I turned on the TV and selected one of training videos. The one I picked was the first in a series. It was of a master training a young slave. The slave was obviously fairly new as the master was teaching the slave the initial basics, just as I had started doing with Dickcheese. I told him to watch and we would discuss it after. I rubbed his bald head and shoulders as we watched. We watched the whole thing.

The video showed the slave entering the space after the master. The master unclipped the leash and the slave immediately took off his clothes, put them neatly on the shelf, and knelt down. The slave knelt with his back straight, hands behind his back, and head bowed. He waited until he was told to get up and move to his master.

The master simply said, "Drink" to the kneeling slave. The slave clumsily opened the master's pants and pulled out his cock and then put just the head in his mouth and just waited. Soon you could see the slave swallowing. I glanced at Dickcheese, and noticed his dicklet stiffening up. The video slave lost a little piss that escaped from the corner of his mouth. The master was not pleased, but appeared patient. Once he had finished pissing, the slave licked the head clean. He finished by thanking the master for such a privilege. The master told the slave to clean up the mess he had made.

When the slave finished licking the floor, the master said, "Suck." It showed the slave starting to learn how to give a blowjob and give his master pleasure. The slave proceeded with a clumsy blowjob and used his hands to play with his master's balls and shaft while giving an inexperienced blowjob. The master finally came and the slave swallowed it down without missing a drop this time. The master told the slave he was a "Good Boy."

The next scene showed the Master eating, with his slave kneeling down next to him eating and drinking out of his bowls, just as Dickcheese had just done.

The next scene opened when the master told the slave to have a piss. The slave sat on a toilet but without using the seat. The master watched as the slave was relieving himself.

The next scene showed the slave asleep in a cage. The slave had a blindfold and fist mitts on. The slave looked comfortable, semi curled up in his cage.

The following scene showed the slave getting a spanking over his master's lap. The ass was bright red and the slave was crying quietly. It then moved on to show the slave strung up off his feet hanging by some wrist restraints. The master said, "If you can't behave properly you must be punished to learn from your errors, so you learn never do that again. You forgot your place." The Master was paddling the slave who was sporting a very red and bruised ass. It ended with the slave kneeling and hugging his master's leather clad legs, thanking the master for teaching him. The slave promised his master to be a good slave boy from now on. That was how the video ended with a shot of the master standing in full leather and the naked collared slave kneeling and hugging his master's leather covered legs, looking up obviously adoring being his master's slave.

I stopped the video and turned off the television. I waited a minute to let it sink in what he had just watched.

"What do you think about what you just saw?"

Dickcheese responded, "Master I don't really know, it was scary. The man was hitting the boy, and that scared me."

I explained that in the first part the boy was getting an over the knee (OTK) spanking by his Master not just a man. This can be done at any time and for no reason at all. Dickcheese, say that the slave did nothing wrong, but Master just wanted to see a bright pink ass? How else can you achieve that? Most boys get a maintenance spanking every night as well, just to help the boy remember his place and know the Master cares enough to do so. The second paddling, was much more serious. I told him I had to assume the slave had made a major transgression.

Dickcheese turned his head and looked at me. I figured he didn't know the word transgression, so I said the boy must have done something very bad, or didn't follow the directions his Master gave him. So the Master had to actually punish the boy. It apparently worked too, because he had seen the boy thanking the Master for teaching him what he did wrong and he promised not to do that ever again. "See," I told him, "the Master knew when to provide a gentle spanking, and when a real punishment was needed, a heavy punishment. I am sure you now understand the difference Dickcheese."

Dickcheese sort of looked pale but nodded his head in the affirmative. I told him he could speak now and answer questions.

I got to thinking that he probably needed some pain relievers. 3 piercings and the bar code tattoo was a lot all at once, especially for a 10 year old.

I told him to stay were he was and I would be right back. I got the pain relief and a glass of water. I gave him the pills and held the glass up to his mouth so he could drink. He swallowed them down. I had also got some shaved ice like we had at the cafe. I took a spoon full and put it in his mouth and told him to just keep it there and let it melt. After it melted, I gave him more. It would help his tongue stop swelling. His speech was definitely altered and would be for several days.

"Now," I said, "what did you learn from the video. He waited until the ice had melted, then said, "Master that boy took his clothes off too and just "kneeled" down and didn't do anything. Why didn't he follow his Master?"

I explained that that was the proper procedure for boys. Immediately, after entering the home, to remove his clothes. Since he was not told to do anything else, he just knelt down and waited for his master. The boy didn't have anything to do, so he just waited.

Dickcheese asked, "Sir, Am I 'sposed to that too?"

"Master" I said. He repeated his question and added Master. I told him yes, that would be the correct thing to do, just as it was shown to you.

Dickcheese said "Hmm oh, ok."

I again, said "Master".

He repeated, "Oh, ok Master."

Repetition, repetition, repetition. I looked at him and told him to turn around and face me, which he did.

I told him, "I know there are a lot of new things that you have never experienced before, and you have to learn them all. I know it will take time, but that is my job to worry about, not yours. Your job simply is to just absorb all these new and exciting things. We will take things at the same pace we have today, and slowly introduce to you what your responsibilities are. I am here to help you learn and retain all the new things you are learning." I added that it was fun to learn new things.

He said, "I yea I guess so Master."

"What do you mean, yea I guess so?" I demanded.

He simply said, "Master, I don't know any of this stuff, I don't think I can do it all."

I took his face in my hands and told him, "Dickcheese, you are a smart boy. You have already shown me that you can pick things up quickly. You are observant. You will do just fine, and when you stumble or forget something, it is my responsibility to correct you? You need to trust me that I will keep you moving forward and help you remember everything. I know you can't pick it all up at once, that would overwhelm your brain. Just relax, and concentrate on what you are learning in the here and now, and not about what you might or might not remember in the future. I will worry about that for you."

He smiled and said, "Yes."

I immediately said, "Yes Master." He repeated that back to me.

At that point the doorbell rang. I jokingly asked Dickcheese, who could that be?" I just chuckled to myself. I looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders. It was a good sign that he was in the here and now.

Chapter 7
Visitors

I got up and answered the door. A fellow Master was at the door with his slave on a leash behind him and to the left. I greeted Master Donahue with a handshake and a quick hug. I asked him in. He came in several steps and stopped. His slave followed and immediately took his uniform off, folded it and placed in on the shelf by the door. He moved over to me, knelt down, kissed both boots, and said, "Greetings Master Williams, it is an honor and pleasure to see you Master Williams."

I replied that it was good to see him too. He got up and went back and knelt next to his Master. I glanced over at Dickcheese who was sitting and just watching the scene before him.

I introduced Dickcheese to Master Donahue. Dickcheese did something I was not expecting at all. He went over to Master Donahue, knelt down and kissed his boots. I stood there amazed that he would do that already. He then greeted Master Donahue by saying, "It is nice to meet you Master Donahue it is an honor."

He got up and came back to kneel next to me. I was so proud of my new boy! I put my hand on his head and told him how happy and proud he had just made me. He looked thrilled and proud of himself too. Yes, this boy will make his owner a very happy man.

I then introduced both boys, "Dickcheese this is Fuckface, Fuckface, this is Dickcheese. He has only been here about a day now, so he is nervous, scared, and sore."

Both boys looked up, smiled and nodded to each other and Dickcheese said, "Hi."

I looked at him and said, "I didn't tell you to talk Dickcheese." He looked at me with watery eyes. I thought to myself, how can he tear up so fast? I told Dickcheese, "It is OK, now relax, I understand this time." Fuckface is a few years older than Dickcheese and has been at the institute for a couple years or so.

I motioned for Dickcheese to stand up. I told him I wanted him to go over to the corner and kneel down. As he was walking, I told him he had permission to whisper to Fuckface, if Master Donahue allows Fuckface to do so as well. I looked over at Master Donahue and he told Fuckface to go as well, but remember what you just heard. The boys went to the empty corner of the room (where I make bad boys do corner time). They knelt down and started whispering to each other. I couldn't hear what was being said, but the cameras and microphone right above them would, and I could listen to it later.

Donahue and I sat on the couch. I offered him a beer, which he accepted. He said he had stopped over to meet Dickcheese. He wanted to see him and let him meet Fuckface. Donahue asked if he had met any other slaves? I told him no,not yet.

Suddenly Dickcheese said something to Fuckface and stood up and came to me and knelt down beside me. He bowed down. I looked at him and told him, "You have something to say."

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Sir, can we take these baby pajamas off me?"

Surprised, I stood up and excused myself from Master Donahue, and lead Dickcheese to the Dungeon. I unlocked the pajamas and helped him remove them and I took off the diaper. I told him to put his socks and boots on, which he was eager to do and he even locked them. When he was done he stood up. I put my hands on his shoulders, looked at him closely, and asked him, "Why did you want to remove your pajamas?"

He told me, "Master,after seeing what that boy did and that he was okay being naked only in his boots and collar, I wanted to look the same way. Sir, I felt weird wearing little boy pajamas, when that other boy didn't wear anything. Master, I wanted to look just like him. Master, I don't want him to think I am a baby that needs a diaper and baby pajamas. Master,I am not a baby you know Master. Oh no, I didn't do anything wrong did I Master?" He had tears in his eyes.

"No Dickcheese, you did nothing wrong at all. I am again so proud of you and happy you feel that way. You really are a beautiful boy, you know."

He smiled real big and exclaimed, "I know I am, you say that all the time!"

"Dickcheese, you are getting too familiar here. You are my slave and I am your Master."

"Yes Master, sorry Master."

I was laughing in my head and trying to keep a straight face. I thought, what a little smart ass with a good sense of humor, even after what he had just been through. I grabbed his D-Ring and said, "Lets go visit with our friends," and away we went.

While walking those few steps, I was thinking to myself what an amazing boy he is. With everything that happened today and the whole processing, still to be in a place to be able to make a joke was astounding. How lucky was I. That was so weird I thought. I have never had a slave boy joke around. He seemed stronger in some ways than others have been.

We made it back to the living room and I, again told him to go to the corner where Fuckface was still kneeling. But, I told him I didn't want him interrupting us Masters.

"Yes Master!" he said with a huge smile. Apparently, having Fuckface visit was a huge boost for him.

I sat back down, chuckled, and said to Donahue, "Apparently Fuckface made a huge impression on Dickcheese. He wanted to look just like Fuckface and prove he was a big boy too. He wanted to take his pajamas and diaper off."

Donahue chuckled too. Donahue and I talked about how it went with the processing today and how Dickcheese dealt with it and was adjusting overall. I related the usual anger, angst, and all the humiliation and soreness from the processing. After a few moments chatting, I told him that I thought Dickcheese was a natural, even after only one day, that he had even just joked back there. I shared that I thought he would make his new owner very happy, as he seemed a natural at wanting to please and make me happy. Donahue looked at me sort of oddly and skeptically, and said, "You obviously will need to wait and see, Sean, that sort of boy doesn't come along very often. That rarity is virtually unique. You aren't going soft are you Sean?"

Of course, I agreed about the rarity but said, "What, wait why would you ask if I am going soft on him.

"Oh nothing, I just got a feeling, but I must have been mistaken."

I casually kept an eye on the boys to see how they were getting on. They seemed to be getting along well. Fuckface kept glancing over to his Master, looking for any sign that he should act upon. Dickcheese was oblivious that he should keep an eye on me. He would soon learn.

After 30 to 45 minutes, Master Donahue said they should be going. He had one more stop to make and then they were going to the Cafe' (Cafeteria) for dinner that night. Fuckface obviously was listening and immediately stood up and went to his Master and knelt down with this back straight, hands behind him, and head bowed. Donahue told Fuckface to get dressed. Dickcheese was interested and got up and walked to me and knelt down as well. He watched how Fuckface was putting on the uniform all by himself, and how he was smoothing out the shiny rubber, nice and smooth.

Donahue and I stood up and walked towards the door. Dickcheese just stayed where he was. After we said our goodbyes, Fuckface knelt down, kissed my boots again, and thanked me for the honor of allowing him to visit and how it was an honor to be in my presence. Dickcheese hearing this, got up on his own, and knelt down at Master Donahue's feet and kissed his boots too.

He said, "It was nice meeting you Sir." Both Donahue and I looked at each other, both nodded, and smiled. Donahue lifted one eye brow at me. That make me chuckle. Donahue, told Dickcheese, it was nice to meet him and used his new name. "Be a good boy and do as your master tells you. You seem like a special boy and you have a special Master too, so you both will get along well. Listen to your Master, he will never steer you wrong, Understand?"

Dickcheese responded with, "Yes Sir!, Thank you Master".

As they both departed, Fuckface was of course,on his leash behind Donahue.

Discussing Our Visitors

I closed the door and turned to my kneeling boy. I again was amazed that he was knelt down, back straight and eyes and head bowed. Damn, he's a fast learner. Part of this has to be innate. No one takes to all this, this fast.

I told him to stand up and follow me. I lead him to the dungeon, put on and locked the wrist and ankle restraints. Those black restraints looked so amazing on him. I also fitted a rubber open face hood on him. Fuck, he is so damn cute like this.

I led him to a standing cage, turned him around, and backed him in, so he would be facing me. I lifted his arms to the top and clipped and locked them there. He was still standing flat booted with his arms above his head. I then spread his feet and clipped them to the sides. He didn't make a face or complain, he just let me do what I did without any real reaction at all. I thought I saw some excitement in his eyes. But I wasn't sure. I didn't know, maybe he just liked getting the one on one attention. Time would certainly tell, but if we kept making headway like this, he might be ready for a permanent owner before he turned 16. Which by the way, is the age when they have to be ready for sale. If not, their Master is dealt with quite severely, as well as the slave, and then sold off.

I brought a stool over and sat down. "Dickcheese, what did you think of your first visitors?"

He replied, "Master, I liked them, especially the boy. He was nice to me and knew a lot more of this stuff than I do. Can I talk with him again soon Master?

"Dickcheese, you should always use his name when you talk about him, and even when you talk with him again; when I allow it that is. What was his name, Dickcheese?"

Dickcheese looked down, and whispered "Fuckface."

"That's right Dickcheese, but why did you look down and whisper his name?"

He looked up at me and replied, "Master, it sounds like a bad word."

"Which word?"

He said, "FFF Fuck."

I looked at him and told him that wasn't a bad word at all. That it was an honest straightforward word.

He looked at me and said, "Master, My mommy told me to never say words like that 'cause it was a bad word."

I explained that in his old life, parents and adults had had hangups and different views on words than we did here. We tried not to have problems with such silly things. We were more honest and said it like it was. I asked him how he would feel about calling someone "intercourseface?" I knew he had no idea what intercourse was. He didn't say anything at first, then he admitted he didn't know what that word was, but it would be too long for a name to call someone. I chuckled that he had said just what I was thinking. I agreed with him. Fuckface is just right.

Dickcheese responded with, "I guess so."

I said, "Master, I guess so."

After he repeated it back I said,. "There's my Good Boy! How do you feel about making your first new friend here?"

He lit up and said, "Oh, it was great, I hope you let me see him again and again, maybe we could play ball or something!"

I chuckled and told him we would see. I inquired what he and Fuckface had talked about. He related that Fuckface talked all about learning to be a good slave boy, learning to stay in one spot for longer times, only doing what his master told him and when. That he wanted to make his Master happy all the time now. He had said that he loved his Master a whole lot. I encouraged him to tell me more about what he and Fuckface had talked about.

He said he had asked Fuckface how he came here, but said Fuckface wouldn't talk about it and said he just didn't remember. Fuckface apparently had said he couldn't remember much before coming here and serving Master Donahue. Dickcheese said he thought Fuckface was hiding something, that he thought Fuckface remembered, just didn't want to talk about it. I told him that I agreed, that Fuckface probably did remember, but that it wasn't important any more. That now he only thought about the here and now, as that was all that was important now.

I said, "Master Donahue has probably helped him understand that his life is here now serving him, and what happened before wasn't important anymore. What he is learning now, with his very own Master is most important. Master Donahue knew that Fuckface would be happier if he just moved forward and concentrated on his studies here.

Dickcheese said, "Master, I guess so."

I remember thinking that we were definitely making progress very quickly so asked him, "What did you learn from having visitors today?"

He said, "I watched Fuckface undress and kneel down. Then I saw him come over to you and kiss your boots and talked to you. I have never seen anything like that before. But I figured, if that was what he always does to Masters, I figured that maybe I should do the same thing to Master Donahue. I hope I did right doing it by myself. I just did it all on my own. I was so excited to see another boy, in real life, right in front of me."

"Master!"

"Oh, I forgot again. I was so excited to make a new friend."

I was so pleased with him. I told him, "Yes you were absolutely correct and you made me so proud that you're mine. You made me extremely happy, which is most important. My happiness is more important than yours is of course. I know you agree with that, right?"

He replied, "Yes Master."

"Anything else you noticed and learned Dickcheese?

He immediately asked, "What was that plastic thing on his pee pee?"

I told him, first it was not a pee pee, it was called a clit on our boys. I explained that his boy ovaries below the clit, which look like little balls in a skin sack, had started to drop because Fuckface was older than him and was going through what was called puberty. He was becoming a big boy now. He might even have started to grow hair on his body. Under his arms, on his arms, legs, and around his boy clit and ovaries. He would also soon start to get facial hair. However, he wouldn't see hair though. None of our boys here are allowed to have hair on their bodies. It isn't right for boys to have hair. Boys, like you both, don't deserve to have body hair, that is for Masters and your Superiors. It also helps to keep boy bodies cleaner too. Only real men and superiors have body hair.

He said, "Master, okay, but what is that thing on his ccc-clit?"

"That's called a chastity cage. As boys grow up, their body changes and their clits can get hard at the drop of a hat, especially when he is doing something or having something done to him that gets him excited. Cages make sure he doesn't play with his clit and make sure his boy clit doesn't get hard. Only Masters have the right to get hard cocks and enjoy the services of their boys. When you get older, you will have the privilege of wearing one too! That will be great, right?"

He simply said, "Yes Master," without much enthusiasm.

I asked him if there was anything else?

He looked at me and said, "Master, well, I noticed that Fuckface walked a little funny, and I thought he had a defect. And, when he got up to leave I noticed something black where his poo hole was."

I told him, "Well, that was very observant of you! That black thing inside him, is called a cunt plug. He wears that all the time unless he is going to the bathroom or is making his Master happy. Outside these walls, it is called a butt plug, but because you and all the other boys here, have a boy cunt or really just cunt, we obviously have to call it a cunt plug. It plugs his hole. It tends to make the boys walk funny sometimes. You will learn soon."

He didn't say anything at that, which I could accept for now.

Back To Discussion Of The Video

"Now Dickcheese, think back to the video and everything that you saw in it. What else did you learn?"

He said, "Master, I saw that boy going to the bathroom, but there was no toilet seat. He sat right on the bowl thing. I just realized the one back in that room didn't have one either Master."

"Good Boy", I exclaimed. "That's right our boys don't sit on toilet seats. You will always do the same thing. Seats are only for Masters, Superiors, and Real men. Boys don't need a seat. Okay, what else?"

"Well," he said, "that master told the boy to drink and he put that man's pee pee in his mouth but nothing happened."

"You are almost right, except that his Master has a cock, all Masters have cocks. The Master was actually pissing in the boy's mouth. The good boy slave was drinking it all down. That pleased his Master very much!"

Dickcheese looked horrified and started to get agitated. I told him to just relax and take a deep breath, then hold it, and slowly let it out. He did just that.

I told him, "Look Dickcheese, it is just another new thing that you have not seen before. It is perfectly normal and expected of all our special boys. It is something they want to do for their Masters to make their Master's life more fulfilling and better. It is something to honor the Master. It allows the boy to take a special part of his Master inside him, which is an extreme honor for a boy. It helps our boys feel closer and more connected with their Master everyday. Dickcheese, do remember the glasses of yellow water I had you drink?"

He scrunched his face, and said, "Master, Yea but it was yucky,… Master."

"I know you feel that way now, but you need to trust me on this. You will learn to like it when you know what it is and get used to it. You are going to be so proud of yourself!"

He asked, "Master, what was that stuff then?"

"Are you ready to know?"

He nodded hesitantly.

I told him, "When I get up in the morning I don't always use the toilet to piss. Sometimes I save it. What you were drinking was my actual morning piss! That's great right?"

He just froze, not moving a muscle, not even breathing. I said his name a couple of times, and he finally snapped out of it and looked at me. The response I got was, "Like for real Master?"

"Yes Dickcheese, for real and now you know you were taking part of me in you. And you did really well. Morning piss is very strong, stronger than any other time, because it is made when people sleep, so it is extra special for you."

He just looked down.

"Dickcheese, you actually did what that other boy did, but yours was from a glass! I know you are so proud of yourself for drinking it down now, especially knowing it was from me, right?"

He didn't respond. So I said a little firmer, "You are proud that you drank my piss twice already, right Dickcheese?"

He sort of sullenly replied, "Yes Master."

"You don't sound like it Dickcheese, and are not showing me that what you just said was true. You don't like my essence and my special morning gift to you, apparently. I am very disappointed in you right now."

That got his attention. He straightened up and said, "Oh, no Master, I liked it, and especially that it was from you, I just didn't like the taste."

"Good Boy. You'll learn to love it."

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. I returned to the stool in front of the boy. I opened my pants and started to piss in the glass. I had drunk a good amount of water that morning, and a beer too. When I was done, I pulled my pants up and stepped to the front of the cage. I lifted the glass and told him to drink. He was a bit hesitant, but he started with a sip. Then he started drinking the rest and at a decent pace, but not nearly as fast as this morning.

When he was done, he smiled and said, "That was better, not as bad as before."

"You will do that from now on, Dickcheese."

He gave me a happier, "YES!"

"That's my good boy!" I happily shared. Looking back now, I can see I was slipping and not catching all his mistakes. I was happy he was responding so well. I just didn't see what I was doing differently then. This boy was responding to things more quickly when compared to my other slaves. I know now, that I was feeling something more for this particular slave. My subconscious was working towards something, without my brain realizing that. I only came to understand much later.

I sat back down on the stool and told him, "I expect you to be totally honest with me at all times. Now, how are you feeling and what do you think of your new life with me." He was taking a while to formulate his thoughts so I told him to take his time and make sure that what he said was the truth and that there was no wrong answer to the question.

He finally said, "Well Master, I really miss my mommy and daddy a lot. I miss my toys and game console. I miss my friends. But, I guess I do like being with you. You spend more time with me than my parents did, but I miss them. I didn't like that they hurt me here. It was scary and it hurt lots. My tongue is swollen and it still hurts Sir."

I chuckled again and said, "Yes I can tell it is swollen from hearing you talk. Stay right there I will be back with some pain relievers."

He smiled and looked at me and said, "How can I go anywhere, I'm stuck in here."

"See, you are a quick funny boy, you are making me so happy. It makes you happy when I am happy, I can tell." That was a big moment right there that didn't even register with me. I thought he was my funny little boy. Him speaking out of turn went totally over my head. It never registered. I was caught up with how cute, smart, and funny he was.

I returned and popped a couple of tablets in his mouth and held a glass of water to wash it down. I sat back down and asked what he thought of me and living here.

He said, "I kind of like it I guess, you are nice to me and make me feel like I need to do good for you, so you are happy Master. I am scared looking at all this stuff in here. I don't know what it all is."

"Well, I know there is a lot of stuff in here. We will eventually be using all this equipment and toys on you. I think you will actually come to like it and the two of us will go step by step to introduce you to each thing. It will be a fun adventure for you!

"But, you can't let yourself be overwhelmed thinking of everything and worrying about what will happen. Just think of the here and now, and enjoy each session we do. Have you ever worn restraints like you are now wearing?"

He said, "No, I never saw anything like these things Master."

"How about the open face rubber hood?"

He again replied, "No Master."

"Well, they look good on you and they don't hurt either, right?

He answered, "No Master."

"How do you feel about wearing your collar?

He said he thought it was okay he guessed. When I asked if it hurt him, he said, "No."

I asked, "Tell me the truth, did you forget that you even had it on this afternoon?"

He admitted that I was right, that he had forgotten it was on. I smiled and told him I knew he would, that it would soon feel natural to him. That he needed to remember and understand, that I knew so much more than he did and always would. That, if I took it off in the future, he would miss it and it would feel weird. "Trust me," I said.

He looked at me and said, "Master, I guess I am beginning to trust you, you have never lied to me so far, that I know of. Master, I do like when you touch me, it makes make me feel special 'cause I'm the only one."

I unlocked the cage, and un-clipped the restraints, but left them on. I told him we were going for a walk, so to put his uniform on. I took the wrist restraints off so he could put his uniform on. Once he did, I strapped and locked them back on. At that point, I told him, those and the hood really looked good on him, and he should go and look in the mirror while I got something. When I came back he was looking at himself. He turned to me and asked, "You like me with all this on?"

"Master," I corrected.

He repeated, "Master, I'm sorry".

I told him that I sure did, he looked real nice and handsome. That I was so proud he was my boy and that he was mostly making me happy. He really was beaming at that. I told him I wanted him to wear one other thing.

I said, "I know you have never had one before, and it will be different, but, I expect you to wear it. When it gets to the point where you are hurting, just raise your hand, and I will see what I can do."

I brought out a small red ball gag and told him to open his mouth. I inserted it and buckled and locked it behind his head. He didn't know what to think. I looked at him and said, "Gorgeous. So cute."

I told him that from now on, he would be on my lead and that he would get used to it. "You remember that Fuckface was on a lead too, right?" He nodded. "Okay, you remain behind me and to the left." He moved. "Good boy, lets go."

Chapter 8
Our First Real Walk.

He followed me outside. I took him all around the buildings and told him what each one was. We then moved to the back of the property behind our cottages. I told him all about the fields and crops, the cows for beef, the dairy cows, and the large chicken coops. I told him that in the distance that we couldn't see, was a hog area for pork products. We walked a little further to where he could see boys in the distance out in the crop fields. I told him, they are students too. I told him that the bigger and stronger boys when they arrive are identified and designated as labor boys. They are taught from the beginning, to work the land, tend to the fields, raise cattle for beef, cows for milk, and pigs and hogs for pork, raise chickens for chicken products, and of course eggs. They also work on the school's Christmas tree farm. I told him that those boys all have specialized classes on plants, grasses, bushes, trees, and all the farm animals. They work really hard in classes and out on the land, to become very knowledgeable on all growing things.

The boys live at one end of the stables, but it is a separate dorm type room with all their beds, and little lockers for their boots and uniforms. The boys sleep in one big dorm room and there are sometimes two boys to a bed if there are too many boys. It also helps to keep them warm on the colder evenings. They really form a team and work really well together. They can utilize our private TV channels that are specific to the institute and, more importantly, to their duties. They have overseers who help them keep motivated and working hard.

"Can you see how big, strong, and tanned those boys are," I asked him.

He nodded yes. I told him as they get older, and if they are well behaved, their overseers may let them play with each other for some recreation and stress relief. But they work so hard, they are pretty tired at the end of the day.

Incidentally readers, their uniforms consist of latex lined tan Carhartt heavy work clothes, shorts that fit tight, very heavy boots locked on, and heavy black rubber gloves covered with large work gloves, and leg irons over their boots. They also have long pants of the same lining and material, for when the weather is cold. The overseers tell the boys first thing in the morning what to wear. I told him it was a hard life, but very rewarding, since they could see what they had achieved each day. They saw all the plants thriving and all the animals healthy and also thriving. They could see what they had planted or what they had picked each day. "Pretty cool huh?" He nodded.

"Okay let's head towards home."

He looked at me and held his hand up. I took my thumbs and rubbed his jaws trying to make him feel better. I asked if it felt better and he held up his hand pointer finger and his thumb close together indicating just a little bit. Smart boy I thought. I decided to take the gag out, since he actually had had it in quite a bit longer than I expected.

When I took it out he said, "Thank you Master." I rubbed his jaw again and he worked it open and closed.

We started back and ran across another master and his slave. The slave was in a locked leather hood. He had very small little eye holes and tiny nose holes. He was also in an arm binder of strong leather that held his arms behind him and pulled his elbows close together. It made his chest looked spectacular. We both stopped and greeted each other, and the two boys immediately knelt down and greeted the other's master. The hooded slave obviously couldn't kiss my boots or speak, but he still went through the motions. Dickcheese kissed each of the Master's boots and said, "Hello Master" then paused, and looked at me. "Dickcheese, this is Master Johnson."

He then started over "Hello Master Johnson, it is a pleasure and honor to meet you." This boy was sure a quick learner, and doing me proud. And to think he had only been here just a day and a half. Master Johnson acknowledged Dickcheese. He introduced his slave boy, as "AssSlime." The two boys nodded to each other. We both complimented each other's slave. And we moved on.

During our walk towards the house, Dickcheese could see other slave boys with their Masters. All were on a leash or lead. Dickcheese saw one in a straight jacket and hood. He stopped dead when he saw a different Master leading something that was all covered in leather, but it was walking on its well padded elbows and knees. The limbs were tucked up so it looked like he only had half arms and legs. He had a hood on that had no openings except for nose holes, I wasn't sure if Dickcheese saw that. I sure liked the look of the gimp, what an amazing experience for that slave! The Master was looking pretty pleased. We both nodded to each other. Dickcheese was startled, but when I flicked the leash, he quickly followed behind me. He didn't say a word, but I know he would question what he had just seen at the first chance he got.

The walk went on longer than I had intended when we started out, however Dickcheese had needed to get out and have a diversion. Seeing other slave boys like him, in various degrees of bondage, was eye opening for my little slave.

Back Home Again

We got back home and my slave stepped aside when he got in the door. He started to take his uniform off, but froze when he remembered the restraints on his wrists. I unlocked the restraints so he could take his uniform off. I just watched him and was amazed. I know I have said this before, but I had not had a boy, seeming to accept and learn things this fast ever before. He looked to me and pointed to his hooded head. I nodded and he pulled it off as well. I asked if he was thirsty and he nodded. I told him to go to his water bowl and drink what he wanted. "When you have had enough, come back here," I told him.

He knelt in front of his bowl, put his hands behind his back, and leaned over and lapped up his water. When he was finished he came back with a dripping face. I used a tissue to wipe him dry. It was as if this was the most normal thing in the world already. He then thanked me remembering to say Master.

I sat down and pulled him back between my legs. I asked him if he had enjoyed the walk and the fresh air. He nodded. I told him to speak. He said he did. Then he asked, if there were ever games outside. He said he liked baseball. I told him that periodically there were, but they would be different to those that he was used to.

I was amused when he said, "I'm not surprised, everything is different here."

I told him that was certainly the case for sure, but we could also play catch, just him and I, but again, it also would probably be different. It would be more challenging but I said I was sure he would do well, like he had done at most everything else." Again I I didn't notice the way we were just talking like two ordinary people.

"Were you thinking about anything particular on our walk?"

"Yea, everything is so different. Why did those boys in the fields have their legs chained?" he asked.

I was a bit surprised that he had noticed that. I told him that those boys don't have a Master like he did. I explained there were several overseers for all those boys. So, it is better that they have leg irons on so they don't get lost or don't get distracted from their work. They have very important jobs. They grow all the food the Institute needs. If they grow more than we need here, the rest gets sold. "I am sure you see how important that is! You have me to help you stay focused, they don't have that one on one attention. You are lucky boy, right?" I said.

He actually said, "Yes Master. What was that other boy wearing?"

"Which one Dickcheese?"

"That one that had a weird backwards looking jacket with all those straps. That looked scary."

"Oh," I said, "that is what is called a straightjacket. It was a heavy leather one, and we also have heavy rubber ones too. They look so awesome, as I am sure you noticed. Actually, Dickcheese, many boys like wearing them. It makes them feel safe and cared for. They are like hugging themselves in it when you think about it. It is warm and cozy for them. They know that if they need anything, their Master will take care of it for them. Pretty cool Right?"

He stated, "Yes Sir, but they can't get out and can't use their arms or hands."

"That is true, but when going for a walk, do you need your arms and hands for anything?"

"No I guess not."

"Master, No I guess not!"

He repeated what I said and apologized. Then he mentioned that the other boy didn't have a face, and that at first he didn't think he had arms. He said that that had really scared him because he thought they removed arms here. Then he had seen that he did, they were just pulled behind him and put in a bag. "What happened to him that he had to wear that black bandage, and why would his arms be in a bag like that, are his arms broken?" he asked.

I explained that nothing had happened to him. What he was wearing on his head was a full hood. It covered the whole head and laced up the back, and locked on. It helps a boy to realize he is just a boy, as Superiors don't wear them. It makes him feel special and loved by his Master. He can focus on just being himself in service to his Master. He was able to see out of the one he had on. There were eye openings and little holes at his nose for him to breathe. I said I was sure he was gagged as well.

He just said, "Oh Sir, so it is like the thing I was wearing but all over his face."

"Yes it is." I told him. "That bag over his arms is a single sleeve. It helps posture and the appearance of the boy, and keeps him from using his arms, making him dependent on his Master. I tell you, it sure made his chest look nice. I know you saw that too."

"Yes Master."

I asked, "Anything else?"

"Well that other thing like a dog or something. What was that? There couldn't a boy in that thing 'cause his legs and arms were so short. Was he a cripple?" he asked.

I told him, no he was not a cripple, and by the way, that that was a very wrong way to describe someone with a disability. I informed him that the suit the boy was locked in was called a Gimp suit. His arms and legs were folded up and the suit had pouches for them and a hard outside and soft padding inside for his elbows and knees. That that was something all our boys experience so they are familiar with being what is called a gimp. A gimp is totally and absolutely dependent on their Master for everything. "I am sure you could see how that's pretty cool and such a bonding experience for the two of them. It makes life slow down as it were."

He nodded, albeit slowly.

"Anything else you want to ask me right now? You will not have chances like this all the time. I am being more generous with you today, for some reason. Later after you have been here a while, you won't be able or need to ask questions."

He thought for a while. I just sat with him, rubbing his head waiting for a response. He finally said, "No Master, I don't know what to ask, there is just so much I don't know. Everything I see and every boy looks different and scary."

I asked him to stand up and face me. When he did, I took his hands and told him, "Not to worry so much. I will never let you get hurt or injured. Many things we will do will cause you discomfort or maybe some pain, but you will get through it. When you experience those bondage outfits, you will also come to love them too. It is all part of your training. I will be there to make sure you are okay at the end, Okay?"

Again he said, "Yeah ok." I was about to correct him when he said, "OH sorry! Yes, okay Master." That made me smile.

Full Hooding And Cunt Play

I stood up and lead him to the dungeon. I picked him up and sat him on the bondage table. I walked across the room and brought back a hood that would fit him well. I handed it to him so he could see it. It was just a simple leather hood. It had mouth, nose, and eye openings. He looked closely at it, turned it all around, and looked inside. He felt the leather all over and touched the laces and the collar. He noticed it was like that other boy's. I reminded him that he had worn an open face hood, but he had seen that the other boy wore his hood, like this one with no problems and that I was sure he had seen the boy appeared happy. I told him that he was going to do the same right now.

I took it from him, and told him I wanted to see him in it. I told him,I knew he would be my strong brave boy and not put up a fuss. He nodded but looked nervous. I reassured him that he would be alright, and might even like it. I walked behind him and pulled the hood over his head. He immediately put his hands up to, what I supposed was, help me. I smacked his hands and he put them down. I pulled the laces tighter, but not too tight this first time. When it was on and I had put a lock on the collar, I told him to hop down and go look in the mirror, which he did. He just looked at himself and turned his head this way and that. He turned around in hope he could see the back. He walked back eventually and stood by me.

"What do you think Dickcheese?"

He replied that it felt funny and looked weird.

I asked him, "Did it hurt you when I put it on?

"NO."

"No Master, I said. He repeated it.

"I am sure you are not scared about wearing it, especially since I am here with you.

Again, "NO."

"You must remember to address me properly Dickcheese. I am an adult, but more importantly, I am your superior and your Master. You must address me as Master when you speak. Got it?" He nodded. "

"Don't forget any more. Good!," I said, "now I want you to go and lay back on that hammock-looking-thing over there," as I pointed in the direction of the sling. It is smaller than one for adults.

He turned around and hopped up and laid back. I walked over and told him I was going to connect his hands up and lift his legs up and clip them as well. He let me do it without a sound or resistance, but I am sure he was remembering the stirrups from his recent experiences. I brought over a low stood and sat between his legs. He started to look nervous and scared.

I put my hands on his legs. "What I am going to do will feel good to you, actually. You are going to see that me, or anyone else I allow, playing with your cunt, isn't a scary thing, and it does not have to be painful. Now, take a deep breath and hold it."

When he did I told him to let it out slowly. I told him to lay back and enjoy it. But then I had an idea. I walked over and selected the snap-on blindfold for that hood. (There is also a snap-on gag for it as well). I told him to close his eyes. I slipped it over his eyes, and snapped it in place. I told him that I had put a blindfold on him so he could just relax and enjoy what I did and just focus on the feelings inside him.

I returned to the stool and grabbed the lube. I applied it to my gloved fingers and then spread it around the outside of his cunt. I pushed my lubed finger inside. He tensed up, so I told him to just relax, that it was going to be okay. I squirted lube inside him making sure there was plenty. I slowly worked my finger in and around, and slowly in and out. He was just laying there, which was a good sign. After several minutes, I lubed my second finger and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed just the tip in to join my other one. He slightly jerked. I rubbed my other hand on his leg, and softly told him that he was okay and I wasn't going to hurt him, but he would certainly feel pressure. He nodded. I left it just that part way in. After several minutes of not moving, I slowly pushed it all the way in, and again, didn't move. He seemed to actually be relaxed with two fingers all the way in. He wasn't even clenching down. I slowly and gently moved them around. I gently fiddled with his immature love button inside. He started to make cute little sounds and moans. I took that as a cue to continue and not to be concerned.

By this time I had had my fingers in him for quite some time. He had loosened up quite well. I did ask him if he was in pain.

He softly said, "No Sir, it feels good when you touch something inside."

I told him he was such a good strong brave boy and he should continue to enjoy it. I thought at this point, that I would pull my fingers out and try a really small dildo. I came back with it and generously lubed it up. It was quite tapered at the end. I told him to be brave for this next bit of cunt fun. I started it in, again, very slowly. I eased it in a little and stopped. (God, it looked so good. His little cunt swallowing a baby dildo.) I did this over and over so that his hole would get used to the intrusion. So far so good I thought. It was actually in several inches now, and I started to move it around and in and out a bit. He was making those cute little noises again, but they were nothing like he was in real pain or any discomfort. No those noises were pleasure. I eased it out finally and cleaned up my hands, the baby dildo, and his ass. Once done, I released his legs and then his arms, and helped him sit up.

I picked him up and took him to the bondage table again. I eased off the blindfold while looking directly in his eyes. He looked sort of dreamy eyed.

"What did you think of cunt play?" I inquired.

He smiled and asked, "Master, what did you do? I was scared at first but then it felt really sort of good. You were right, I think I liked it."

I sat next to him and showed him my one finger, and held up the one next to it. He was just looking at my hand. Then I brought around the baby dildo I had used. He looked at it and just stared. I told him it was called a dildo that it was a replica of a big boy's clit.

"Can I touch it Master?"

I handed it to him and he closely examined it. "Did I hurt you at all?"

"No."

I corrected him, "No Master."

He just said "Sorry Master," while he fingered the little dildo.

"Could you tell the difference between my fingers and the dildo?"

"Yes, it was harder and longer."

"Did it hurt?"

"No."

Again, I corrected him, "No Master."

"Master, I keep forgetting. I don't want you to get mad it me for forgetting. And I don't remember 'cause we are just talking, and I forget. Please don't be mad at me and don't hurt me."

"I understand Dickcheese, that is why I keep reminding you but you must remember. Okay, so we played with your cunt and you survived. I heard you even making cute little noises that made me think it felt good."

He nodded yes.

"Good Boy! But," I said, "remember to answer me the proper way. Yes Master or No Master. You need to remember that I am your Master and your Superior. I need to know that you remember that. When you don't use the proper address to me, I start to think that you think you are equal to me, which you definitely are not!"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry I forget. I guess I was just remembering what you did to me and feeling it all again in my head. I will try to remember "more good.""

I chuckled and said, "To remember better." He cocked his head, and I just let it go. It was cute.

"Well Dickcheese, it is getting late and we need dinner. Lets go get some food and something to drink, then it will be bedtime."

I led him from the dungeon to the kitchen. He immediately knelt next to my chair. I put his slave chow in his bowl, and gave him a bowl of water. I grabbed a quick dinner for myself. I sat and started to eat my dinner. He started to move to eat, but I stopped him. He knelt back up and didn't move. I ate my little meal with a beer, all the while he just knelt there in silence. I could only imagine what was going on in that head of his. I told him to turn away from me. I unlaced the hood and took it off. He turned back and I popped a chow nugget in his mouth for him to eat. "Eat." He then leaned over to eat and drink. I told him to finish all the food and to drink as much water as he wished, which he did.

After dinner we retired to the living room with him on the floor in front of the couch between my legs. We watched some Institute TV. I selected the Activity channel that showed the various activities that the Masters have their slaves participate in. Slaves get to see themselves on the TV when they are allowed to watch. It isn't anything scary, just slaves in various bondage trying to play games. It is well worth watching the clumsy boys having fun. I believe he liked it as well as he laughed along too. I turned off the TV and asked what he thought of it.

He said, "Master, It was funny, seeing the boys try to play with that junk they had to wear while doing those games."

"Yes it is, but it is not junk Dickcheese, that is very expensive bondage gear they are wearing."

"Oh, yea."

"Yes Master," I corrected.

"Yes Master."

"Ok now, it is bedtime." I led him to the dungeon again and told him to brush his teeth and go do what he needed on the toilet. After brushing his teeth he went to the toilet. There was no toilet seat of course, so he just sat down on the rim like it was normal now. I stood at the door watching him. I am positive I made him nervous and self conscious, which, of course, was the goal. He needed to lose being self conscious and shy. He finally finished and wiped. He didn't shit, so I didn't need to check his cunt, but I did anyway. I bent him over and had him reach back to pull his cheeks apart for a quick view of his hole. I did check his piercings and his bar code tattoo. Everything looked good but I did clean the piercings and reapplied the gel on the tattoo. It was looking crisp and clear, just as we want.

I led him to the sleeping cage on the floor. I told him this was his bed from now on. It had a thin mat and a small pillow inside. I unlocked his boots, and told him to take his boots and socks off. While he was doing that I went and got some fist mitts in his small size. They are so cute that small. (Oh sorry, I get distracted by cuteness some times.) I asked him if he remembered the mitts he wore last night with his jammies. He said he did. I said these are the same idea, but these are padded heavy leather. I slipped one on and he realized he would have to make a fist. I buckled it on and locked it. I then did his other hand. He looked at them and turned them all around.

Before I told him to get in I asked, "After our cunt play tonight, where you said you weren't in any real pain, and seemed to enjoy it, do you believe me that I only want the best for you and that I won't really hurt you? I hope you do trust me now."

He grabbed me in a hug and started crying. I held him for a while until his crying eased. I held him away from me and asked, "Why are you crying Dickcheese?"

He said through his drying tears, "I do trust you Master. You were making me feel good down there."

"Where?" I asked.

He took a big swallow and said, "In my cunt."

I grabbed him and and gave him a little hug. Honestly, all I wanted to do was really hug him at that moment. "That-a-boy." I said. "You again are making me so happy and proud. You should also be very proud of yourself for being so brave, and learning to enjoy your cunt being played with. It gets better too.

I told him to crawl into the sleeping cage and go to sleep. Once he was in, I closed the door and locked it. I reminded him that I have the monitor on so if he gets scared or needs me for an emergency to call out.

He said, "Okay Master, I will." As I was turning to leave, he said. "Master?"

I said, "Yes Dickcheese?"

"Is it okay that I think I'm really liking you or maybe even loving you? You have been nicer to me than I was thinking you would be after all that mean stuff they did to me that hurt bad. I thought you were going to be mean to me too."

I said that it was nice of him to say that and that I appreciated him saying it, and told him it would be okay to remind me tomorrow, that he wanted to talk more about that.

"Okay Master," he said in a sleepy voice. I told him to go to sleep, that he had had a long day.

Chapter 9
Wake up and get ready for the day.

I woke up refreshed after a glorious orgasm the previous night thinking of my little slave boy, and then having a very restful sleep. I laid there for a few minutes contemplating the day's agenda. Since Dickcheese was being so susceptible to and accepting of everything that had been thrown at him, we were ahead of what I had expected. I was still of the opinion that the best course of action was to introduce new things and activities each day. Just a steady exposure to what his new life might entail. He actually seemed pretty accepting and I might even say, happy. He truly was a special boy.

I got up and took care of my morning needs, held my piss in, and headed to the Dungeon. I looked at Dickcheese. He was curled up although spread out as much as the cage would allow. He was still sound asleep. I gathered the items I would need first and set them in the bath. I started filling the soaking tub with pretty warm, bordering on hot water for a boy.

I opened the cage door and reached in and woke him up. In a loud voice, I told him, "Wake up, It's time to get up and face a new day. We have a lot to do today so it is time to get moving!"

He tried to sit up, being woken up this way, and bonked his head on the top of the cage. It isn't tall enough to sit up in obviously. It really is designed to only sleep in or be stored away horizontally. Anyway, he crawled out and knelt at the opening and rubbed his eyes with his leather fist mitts. He sleepily said, "Morning Master." I said good morning back to him.

When he was fairly awake, I unlocked the fist mitts. He would learn to sleep in his boots soon, and other bondage gear. I told my good boy to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth and then use the toilet. He scampered off and was doing his business, with me watching from the door. When he was done shitting and wiping, he stood up waiting for directions from me. I told him to face away from me again and bend over. Then I told him to reach back again and pull his cheeks apart, so I could see how well he had wiped his cunt. All of which he did, apparently without thinking of what I had told him to do. There was no way this could be a routine so soon, could it? Anyway, I took a close look and fingered the cunt and around it's opening. He started a bit, but didn't let go of his cheeks. I told him he was a good boy, and to hop in the tub.

He put one foot in and was startled that it was so warm. I told him to get in as it would cool as we cleaned him up and he was soaking. After several minutes, I told him to sit up. I grabbed the shave cream and a new razor. I wet his head and spread cream all over. I proceeded to shave his head. While shaving, he asked if we could talk? Since he had asked so nicely, I told him that we could. He was still young and needed reassurance.

He asked, "Master how long will my head be shaved bald? I miss my hair. It feels so weird without hair."

I replied, "As long as I decide. No amount of whining or fussing will influence my decision." It really IS my decision what happens to him and what he looks like. His shaved head looks good anyway.

"Ok Master," he said sullenly. I told him to cheer up, it's only hair.

After a couple of minutes, he then tearfully asked if he actually was a real slave now? He said he had had a class on slavery from the 1700 and 1800s and the civil war and he thought he sort of looked and felt like those Africans that were made into slaves. Well, I thought to myself, he has finally asked. I knew we were getting close to him figuring it all out. Most take much longer. I had not intended to use that word, or clarify his real status until further on, but since he had asked. "Actually Dickcheese, you are, as are all the boys and sissies here, slaves."

He started tear up and was close to really crying hard. "Why Master?" was all he said.

I leaned over and held him in my arm, sort of a one arm hug. I told him that it was decided that this was best for him, after he became an orphan. He would always have a Master or Mistress to look out for him and take care of his needs. He would serve and take care of him or her. Only special boys are able to become slaves to Masters and Mistresses. Slave boys are cherished and valued very highly by their owners. It was a very rewarding and fulfilling life. I assured him that he would grow to love his owner, be excited to take care of that person and make him or her happy; just as he was making me happy. I went on tell him what I remembered learning of the black people who were brought over on slave ships, then cleaned up and auctioned off. They had no idea what was happening and didn't know the language, so they couldn't understand what was being said and done. When they got to the plantation of the person who bought them, they were treated like animals. Most of the treatment they received was harsh and brutal. I also related how their living conditions were so horrible and deplorable.

"Does that sound about right from what you learned before?"

"Yes Master."

So, I went on to describe his situation here and now, and all the differences so far. I said that owning a slave nowadays is so very different, special, and so much more humane. "Does that make sense and can you see the differences?"

He agreed that it was not like then. I told him to, "Think about.. well, right now for example, do you think the owners back then took so much care of their slaves as we do here? Were slaves then living in the Big houses on the plantations?"

He looked at me and said, "Master, house slaves lived in the house, I think."

I chucked and said, "I guess you got me there, yes there were house slaves, but again, their lives were not as rewarding or fulfilling as it is in modern times now."

I asked him how he felt now after realizing he really was an actual slave and would be owned by a Master or Mistress? That he would from now on, be directed what to do, how to do it, and that he didn't have any choice any more? He was quiet for several long minutes, and by this time, his shaving was long completed.

"Dickcheese, I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

"Oh," he said, "yeah Master, well, um, I don't really know, I miss my mom and dad and my school and my friends and playing with my games and playing outside, and being able to do stuff…."

I interrupted him mid-thought of all the things he was missing and said, "I know you miss all that, but that does not help me understand where your head is at." I needed him to answer how he felt and what he thought of all this and what he thought about being my slave boy and being a slave in general. I knew I was asking a lot from a 10-year-old boy, but he had shown he was perceptive and pretty sharp. I decided to give him time to collect his thoughts and was confident he would let me know shortly.

I clicked the drain so the tub started to drain. I lifted him out and dried him off with a big fluffy towel. I opened the cabinet door on the end wall and tilted down the padded rubber enema table. I told him to hop up and lay down. I reached under and brought up the stirrups and again locked them into place. I looked at him and told him to remember back to yesterday and that it had been okay then and nothing like before. "It will be even better today. I promise you. You will even like it today. I know you trust me more now isn't that right?" He nodded.

I lifted each leg up and put them in the stirrups. I did put a velcro strap over each shin. I looked at him and asked him if I needed to strap the rest of him down, or would he be a brave good boy and start out without them? He shook his head. "OK," I said, "but if you do move around too much I will, because I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. Ok?"

He said, "Yes Master," this time.

I filled the red water bag with warm soapy water. I hung the bag on the stand. I lubed the nozzle, gently slid it in,and blew up the balloon to keep it in place so it wouldn't leak. I started the flow and held my hand on his tummy. I rubbed it in circles as I had before. When I thought the cramp might hit, I stopped the flow and continued to rub his tummy. I asked him if he was okay, and he said that he was. I started the flow again and could feel him filling up. I stopped the flow and looked at him. He nodded. I started the flow and the rest of the water drained into him. I asked how he was doing now that the whole bag was in him.

He actually talked this time, and said, "Master, I am totally full, and it is a bit uncomfortable but it doesn't hurt like when those mean men did me before. Why is it better today?" he asked.

I explained that his body was now getting used to it, and that it was learning to go with the flow, so to speak. That got a little laugh from him. I told him we had to wait five minutes before he could let it out. When it was time. I picked up a bucket and placed it on the angled shelf and deflated the balloon and pulled the nozzle out. He clenched closed without me having to remind him to. I told him to let it all out. Which he did but not as fast as he did yesterday. While he was doing that I filled the bag again with clear water. When he was done, I wiped him and started the process again. It went even smoother this time. We chatted about his big tummy and looking pregnant. It was a lighter more cheery chat. The waste water was pretty clear this time, but not to the point where I wanted him to drink it. So, we did it again. When this one was draining I held a glass under it and caught some of the waste water, which was clear. As soon as he was finished, I handed the glass to him and told him to drink. He wrinkled his nose but reluctantly brought it to his lips and drank it. I watched him and took the glass back when empty. I had removed his legs from the stirrups and they were now hanging over the edge. I folded the stirrups back underneath the table. I told him to hop down, and then folded the table back into the wall and closed the door.

I started the shower and told him to jump in. I grabbed the soap and a washcloth and washed him all over. I again didn't use the washcloth to wash his dick, balls, and ass. I did that by hand. I had to get something extra out of this boy, right? I thought to myself. I rubbed his dicklet and fondled his little balls with one hand and inserted a soapy finger into his ass. He was started by the insertion of my finger, but that was all.

As I washed him, I asked what he thought of today's enemas. He saidthat they were okay, and he said if he had to do this every day, and it didn't hurt anymore, it would be okay.

I looked him in the eyes, "Dickcheese, I knew it would be better, easier, more relaxing today and I hoped it would even feel pretty good. Remember we just chatted while you were getting cleaned out? That was pretty good I think. I have never knowingly told you something that wasn't true."

He nodded.

"I know you are beginning to really trust me now. So please continue to do so. I only want the best for you. I have to train you and get you ready to graduate by the time you are 16 years old. We will have been together for six years by then. As I said before, many things you need to experience and learn may be painful and you may not like them the first time, but it is important that you experience everything and learn how to accept what is done to you, and also learn to take care of your future master or mistress.

He said that That part was what was scaring him, he didn't want some strange man.. I interrupted him and told him to continue to trust me, I would never steer him wrong.

I turned off the shower and dried him again. I told him to put a new pair of toe socks on along with his boots. The locks for his boots were hanging on the sleeping cage so I told him to lock them on himself. I also told him to put the ankle restraints back on his boots and to lock them as well. I put his wrist restraints back on, and locked them too. I brought his wrists behind his back and clipped them together. I led him by the collar off to the kitchen.

Another Breakfast

I let go of his collar when we got to the kitchen and he immediately knelt down next to my chair. I got my breakfast together and poured his chow in his bowl and filled his water bowl. I brought it all over to the table and set them down. I started to eat and he looked at me. I told him, "Masters eat first, so slaves are available to wait on them if they need anything. Today, however, I want you under the table and to take my cock out while I eat."

He clumsily moved under the table and tried to open my rubber pants. He was struggling and struggling, so I took pity on him and opened them and fished out my cock. I told him to put just the head in his mouth and hold it just like that. I didn't say anything to him and just started to piss in his mouth. I know he was shocked as he jumped a little, but he didn't let go of the head. I told him to drink it down without spilling even a drop. I squirted a bit to let him get a taste. I asked him if he was ready. He nodded with my cock in his mouth. I continued to eat and slowly let my piss out into his mouth. I took it easy on him and held back the full flow. I was careful to do a gentle stream that I thought he could handle just fine. He didn't move, even when I had finished. I finished my breakfast and told him to let my cock go and to clean the head. Which he did. I told him to kneel beside my chair as usual. I placed his bowls down and told him to enjoy his breakfast. I handed him the first piece. "Eat."

He was still clumsy eating out of the bowl, without hands, so it still took him a while. I thought to myself that this was just fine as he was not fighting or even fussing about his new way to eat and drink. While I was waiting for him to finish, I read the news and some of my emails. When he sat up, I wiped his face clean. I told him to stand up. This of course can be difficult with your hands restrained behind your back, but young boys are able to do it with ease generally. It gets harder as we get older. I moved his hands from behind his back to his front. I told him to clear the table and put everything in the dishwasher. His food bowl too. I told him to fill up his water bowl and showed him where to put it on the floor next to the wall, so it would be there when he was thirsty later. He managed it well and didn't even spill any water when placing his bowl on the floor against the wall. I complimented him highly. I did ask him specifically, "How was drinking my essence or piss today?"

He replied, "Master, it was really strong and I didn't really like it, but I did it, didn't I?"

I told him, "Yes, you sure did, my good brave boy. I think you should be so proud of yourself for pleasing me so much."

He smiled so big and said, "I am Master!".

"That's my boy," I said to him with a chuckle.

Chapter 10
An Afternoon Of Doing Chores

I clipped his wrist restraints to his D-ring on his collar. He didn't say anything and just seemed to go along with it. Remarkable. I led him to the dungeon. I brought him over to the leather cabinets. I opened them up and let him see what was in there. I knew he had no idea what most of them were, but I think he could figure out several items. I un-clipped his wrists from the collar and used an 8" [20 cm] chain and locked it between them. I told him to go look through all the leather items. While he was looking, I grabbed the rags and the leather cleaner/conditioner. I also picked up something else on my way back.

I went up to him and turned him around and he met my eyes. I told him, "I am going to add items to you before you start to clean and condition each piece of leather. I will put this leather hood on you. Remember that you wore one yesterday and it was okay. This will be the same with eye holes, but with only little holes for the nose and open mouth waiting for a snap on gag. I just know you will look so good in it. I also am going to insert a cunt plug."

I asked him if he remembered wearing the hood yesterday which he said he did. I also asked if he remembered seeing the cunt plug in the other slave during our walk? He again said he did.

"Now, the plug is going to feel different down there. It will not hurt but you will know it is there. When I insert it, I want you to clench down on it after it is in and seated. I know you can do that for me. It will be a challenge for you to hold it in, but I want you to try as hard as you can to keep it in your cunt for as long as possible until your cunt is fatigued and it falls out. If it falls out, we will deal with that then."

I picked up the leather hood and slipped it over his head. I turned him around and pulled and tightened the laces tight and locked the collar closed. Then I pushed on his shoulders so he was bent at the waist. I lubed up the plug and his cunt, and started to slide it in. I went slow to give the sphincter time to adjust and let it in. In it went with just a little resistance. He grunted when the widest part went in. Once it was seated, I pulled on his shoulders to stand him up. I spun him around and looked at his eyes. There was some moisture in his eyes, but not tears.

"You did great my good little slave boy! I am again thrilled and so proud of you!"

He smiled as near as I could tell, and nodded at me. I just wanted to hug him so bad, but I resisted. It is best to keep them at arms length and not blur the lines between Master and slave and Guardian and boy.

"Oh, one other thing, with the gag that is going in you will drool a lot. Eventually it can dry you out, so if you get thirsty, get up and go to your water bowl and wait. I will see you and assist you. Got it?"

"Yes Master."

I showed him how to select each piece of leather and use the cleaning rags and conditioner to ensure each piece was well cleaned and treated. After the first one, I had him look at it and check out the all over shine. I told him he had done a good job, and told him to set it aside to start a completed pile. He selected another item and started on it.

While he was working, I brought up his like/love statement from last night just before bed. I told him to think back about what he was feeling and what he said last night. "Do you feel the same way this morning about loving me after such a short period of time?"

He kept working and didn't respond right away. After a couple of minutes he said, "Well yes and no, I guess Master."

I told him to go slow and clarify for me. He told me that he really enjoyed being with me, but didn't know why. I asked him what it was about this that he liked. He said he loved learning all these new things, and that I didn't get mad at him when he made mistakes, and he liked that part and would try harder. He went on to say that he didn't have any friends here and only met Fuckface once, and he liked him, but didn't know if he was a friend or not yet. I asked him about the NO part.

He said. "Well, I still don't like that I was taken out of school and brought here. I liked my school, and being with my friends, and playing, and playing baseball, all different stuff."

I told him I really understood, but we are doing lessons and learning here, but they are one on one, rather than in a classroom. I told him that there would be classroom sessions with the other slaves, but there was no schedule set up yet. We also had toys to play with, they were just different kinds. I told him I would talk with the other Masters and see how they felt about introducing their slaves to him. It had not happened before though, so he shouldn't get his hopes up. I asked him if he would like that, he was very enthusiastic about that thought!

He did ask though, "Will they like me? What if they are older boys? Older boys don't like younger guys like me. What if they talk about things I don't know. I will feel dumb and be embarrassed."

We were quiet for a while. I was thinking of which direction to head in and how to address his feelings of being inadequate compared to older slaves. I also had to address him saying that he loved me. I started by asking him why he said he loved me. He didn't know me that long, so why does he feel that way.

He thought about it and said "You have been pretty good to me, even though THEY made me a slave, which I never thought of before or ever wanted, and you talk to me and explain things like I am not a little kid. I'm 10 you know, and not a little kid! I don't like being talked to like I am some little boy. The teachers always treated us that way and my parents always said I was too young to understand adult things. That made me mad, 'cause I think I am a good learner, and I know I can understand things that people don't think I can!"

I sat listening to him go on, and thinking this kid is an older boy in a 10 year old's body. I really didn't think he had been challenged much at school. I had a pretty special boy on my hands for sure, and I didn't think his parents or teachers recognized it. I don't think his parents took the time to see or recognize his potential. I'm wasn't sure this was a trait well suited for a slave though, but there wasn't anything that could be done about that now, other than steer him and challenge him. It was a dilemma I guessed, that I would have to think about how to address. He had certainly accepted the challenges set for him so far. I had to make sure he was constantly stimulated, which would actually make it easier to train him, but down the road, I worried about what that would mean when he was sold to a new owner. I needed to make sure I recorded all these observations in his file. He would need the right owner who could recognize this boy's eagerness and intelligence.

I shook myself out of my own head and said, "Okay but that isn't love, that is,.. I don't know, it is respect probably."

"I do respect you Master!" he sort of yelled. "I respect you 'cause you are an adult of course, but it is different here. I have never had just one person to spend so much time with and teach me adult things like this. You make it kind of fun to learn new things, even though they seem weird and bad or dirty or scary." He looked down and said, "I get scared and all, but I don't want you to know that, 'cause I don't want you to think I am a baby or something. But, you make it all better somehow, and I know I want to make sure you are happy with me and I want to work real hard to try and enjoy what you do to me, so you are happy with me and won't send me away. I have never made anyone proud of me before, you know. You are the first person to talk to me good."

I thought to myself, that he certainly had a motor mouth when he got wound up. I told him I was most definitely proud of him and really appreciated his attitude and the hard work he was doing to please me. I again reminded him he was mine until he was 16. I also reminded him, that if he gets thirsty he is to go to his bowl and just kneel in front of it, because I don't want him to drink from the bowl with a leather hood on. I would understand at that point that he was thirsty and would take care of him. I told him to just keep working, and if he did a good thorough job, I would let him care for my own personal leather clothes. "You need to know, that that is a very great honor and privilege for a slave to handle and care for his Master's clothing." I told him I had work to do and for him to continue to work on his own, and that our discussion was over for now. I snapped the gag in and reminded him about the drool.

Later That Afternoon

I had been working for a few hours and never heard anything out of the ordinary from the Dungeon. I flipped over to the cameras and watched Dickcheese working away. He actually was just about done, from what I could tell. It was getting on for lunch time so I thought he should have a break.

I walked over and I saw him struggling to try and reach back every once in a while and push the plug back up against his hole. He was using the bottle of leather conditioner to do so. I told him to stop and look at me. He turned and I told him to kneel back down and sit on his heels. I removed the gag and he worked his jaw, opening and closing it several time. I asked him how long he had been pushing the plug back in. (He obviously wouldn't really know, since I don't have a clock in the dungeon.) He said he didn't know, but it seemed like it had been a while. I told him I was so proud of him for trying so hard to do as he was told and keep it in, but I reminded him that I had said if it fell out we would deal with it then. He looked at me like he had something to say.

I asked him, "You have something to add?" He nodded his head. I told him to share it.

He looked down and replied, "I wanted to keep it in, and after a while it kept slipping out and I don't know why, but I felt I needed to keep it in. I couldn't reach it on my own so I thought I could use this bottle. I wanted you to like me and be happy and proud of me that it didn't fall out."

I told him to look at me, which he did. "I am proud of you and happy that you thought so much about pleasing me, but I didn't think you would work so hard to keep that in your cunt. I don't want you to hurt yourself and cause any damage."

He looked down, and whispered, "Oh Master, I guess I'm in trouble now. You're mad at me now aren't you Master?" I could see a tear escape his eye.

I told him to stand up and follow me to the bondage table. I sat down and told him to hop up. He hopped right up. His knees were red and he was pretty stiff. I cursed myself for forgetting the knee pads.

I un-clipped the chain between his wrist restraints. I told him to turn his head away from me and I unlocked the hood, loosened the laces and took it off. He looked a bit warm. I also had him lean over so I could pull the plug out. He actually gave a quick laugh while repeating, "pull the plug." I couldn't help it and I started laughing too. It was pretty nice to laugh together with a boy especially one who had only been enslaved for a couple of days. Most, in my experience, were still sore, angry, and sullen. This boy was was such a breath of fresh air. My last slave boy took a lot longer and a lot more effort, before he got to this point. This boy really was special in so many ways. I don't know why, but this boy was so special in my mind, that I was not so strict with him on some things. I just didn't always notice.

"Feel better, Dickcheese?"

He let out a sigh and said he did and thanked me properly. I turned him around and put my arm around his shoulders. I took a deep breath and started. I started by saying, "I know kneeling down for several hours on the hard concrete is really hard, and I am proud of you for not complaining or stopping your work. Next time, you will get knee pads that will cushion them."

He sort of jumped, and said, "Oh no Master, that's alright, I'm tough really, I can do it. I didn't know any different and didn't know about knee pads or nothing, so I just worked real hard rubbing that stuff on all that leather stuff. I didn't worry about my sore knees."

"I know Champ and I appreciate that."

He looked down again, and said, "I thought I was in big trouble for a second, and was going to get hung up and paddled, like in that video."

I assured him he was not in any trouble at all.

I then discussed the plug situation. "I truly appreciate you being so concerned and working so hard to keep the plug in. I never expected it to stay in so long during the first time. I knew your cunt would get tired of keeping it in and it would eventually fall out. That is why I said what I did before you started that chore. So, next time, let it fall out and we will address it. In the future when you are experienced, I will expect it to stay in as long as I require, but that is down the road. It was just a little plug to start with and it was new for you. As they get bigger, it will be easier for you. And there are harnesses I will use to keep them inside you when I don't want them to fall out. Especially if we are out walking, in the Cafe, or you are in class etc. okay?"

He said, "Yes Master."

Now I told him to tell me what wearing the hood was like. He suddenly got happy and smiled real big when he said, "Master, it was weird at first but then I forgot it was even on me. I didn't notice it at all after a while. You were right though, when I started out, I sort of thought what you said about that boy with the hood yesterday. I didn't know it, but maybe it did help me to make sure I was working real hard for you. I didn't mind it at all, which was weird, 'cause I never wore one before. I don't know why, but it was fun and I really really like it, but I did drool a lot, that part was yucky."

He stopped for a few seconds, and asked ,"Master, can I say something else, but I don't want to get you mad at me, or kick me out, or beat me up, Okay?"

I said that I would see after he told me what he wanted to tell me.

"Ok Master," he says, "my dick, err sorry my clit, was feeling good and it felt like it was stiff. Why did it do that? Is it broken or something? Is that a bad thing? Is something wrong with me down there?"

I laughed inside and told him, "No Dickcheese, it isn't broken or anything. Getting hard is a natural reaction when something you are doing, or something you are wearing, or when something is being done to you, makes your body respond that way. It is your body's way of showing excitement, and that it and your brain are enjoying the feeling. It is letting you know that doing what you are told to by your Master is the right thing and makes you happy and excited. Do you understand?"

"Oh, Ok Master, I was really worried I was broken and then you wouldn't want me anymore and would kick me out. Thinking about leaving you made me real sad, 'cause I don't want that." was his reply.

I gave him a little sideways hug and held him in my arm. He leaned his head against my chest. I whispered that I would never get rid of him or do anything like that. He was mine and he would stay mine until he graduated. He wriggled around and hugged me back. I looked down and he was quietly crying again.

"What's wrong, why are you crying?" I inquired.

He hugged me even harder and very quickly and very rapidly said, "Master, living here with you has actually been fun! You like me, right Sir? 'Cause, I really like you now, like a whole lot, really Sir! I think I really like all this stuff and can't wait to try it all out! Master, it is all exciting isn't it Sir? Sir, it is so new, and there is like a new thing, like every hour! I don't know that I ever want to leave you, please promise you will love me and take care of me, and won't let me go Master. I know you said there will be things I won't like and it will hurt at times, but I want to stay and try everything Master. I am a big boy and I think I can do it. Whatever it is, I really can, I think….."

I put my finger to his mouth and shussssh-ed him. I was afraid he would go into warp drive on me. "Easy now," I told him. I wanted him to slow down and take a breath.

He then told me, "I'm just so excited that I get to try all this stuff and you are going to do things to me, and, well but, I don't even know what this stuff is! As I was wiping that stuff on and rubbing it in the leather stuff, I was thinking this was fun really! Doing this for you was really making me so happy, 'cause it was kind of fun for some reason I don't know, and like, well, I've never done it before and I just knew I could do it good for you, and hoped you would be happy with what I did, and then like me even more! I want to do more stuff, like all the time! And you are paying more attention to me than anyone ever has and I like being with you."

I had to put my hand over his mouth and hold it there. Laughing, I told him to him to 'Stop!' and to not say anything, unless I asked him a question. "Okay?" I asked to see if he got what I was saying. He was so hyped up he was vibrating.

I knew he was trying real hard to stop talking, but it was obvious this was going to be a struggle for him. Something had certainly changed alright when he was conditioning the leather. I told him to take a big breath again and then let it out slowly, and try to relax, he was talking so fast and saying so much I was not sure I was getting it all. Did he understand. He nodded. I told him he was such a good boy, but had got a bit wound up there.

I told him, now he should take it a bit slower and tell me again what he was feeling. He explained he really liked me, but couldn't understand why he felt that way. I was the person training and conditioning him to be a slave.

He said, "Master, I was really thinking a lot while I was working. I think that hood, maybe the feel or the smell, oh I don't know, but it really opened my brain and got it going, and got me to thinking. You said there are a lot of things to learn and know, and I was just thinking how fast could I learn this stuff even if it hurts! It is suddenly so exciting working in the room with all this stuff. Wondering what everything is and what it would feel like and stuff. I got to thinking it would feel so good and even though I guess I shouldn't be liking it all, I am though…"

I again put a finger to his lips.

I think I understood what he was saying, and I knew it could be exciting to learn and experience new things, but we would be going forward on MY terms and MY schedule, and NOT his. I make all the decisions around here about what, how, and when he was exposed to new things. I was going to ease him into things. I was well aware that it could be overwhelming when it was all so new, I didn't want to overload him, because if he wasn't ready and I pushed him too hard or too fast it would be bad for his growth and understanding of the much larger picture. So I told him while I was glad and excited that he was so energetic and so gung-ho, but he was getting ahead of himself and me, quite frankly. Did he understand that I would be setting the pace and why it would be important to go slow and steady for someone so young and inexperienced?

He replied, "I guess so Sir, but I want to do it all, and I realized today I can't wait. I even want to know about the things that will be painful. I know it probably sounds weird, but being with you really woke me up some how and makes me need to know everything. I'm not sure about being a slave, cause I thought that was in the past, but, oh, well, I don't know. I guess I should be mad or upset or something, but I really like how you explain things to me and treat me good, and just talking to me is more than I got at home."

I cut him off again, I stated, that we needed to address his feelings about me and wanting to stay with me as my slave, and not to to be sold off to his new owner when the time came. I guessed he was forcing me to share more than I normally would at that time in the process, normally that conversation happened much later. I told him I would share some things with him then, but he had to find some patience. He said he would try, but all this stuff was so cool, and that I was wearing leather a lot and looked so good in it and he wanted to touch it and smell it and….! I had to cut him off again. He gets into motor mouth too often. Maybe a gag would be good.

So I told him , that this institute had a very long history of producing the most sought after young slaves. We only started with young boys, like himself. Did he remember what I had said several times already about what happened at 16 years of age. He nodded.

"Okay, all our slave trainees must graduate by age 16. At 16 years old at the latest, the slave is sold, or auctioned if more than one Master/Mistress expresses an interest in purchasing the slave. We try our very best to match each of our slaves with a Master/Mistress who will appreciate and cherish what the slave has to offer. Some have specific requirements about what the boy looks like. Others want specific skills; things the slave excels in doing. There are so many things that different Masters look for. Say, for example a Master wants a pain slave. That is a slave who has been trained and conditioned to take a whole lot of pain, and so ends up able to endure a lot of it and for a long period of time. In those cases it is important that the boy has a high tolerance for pain. Some boys don't cope well with pain, so we would not sell such a boy to that Master. Does that make sense so far?

He was quiet for a bit. He looked at me with tears, and said, "But I want to stay with you! I guess, if I have to be a slave, well I guess I am forced now, but I want you to buy me! I don't think I could just leave you after years for someone I don't know. What if he is mean to me?"

I shushed him again, and told him that he was getting way ahead of himself and me. "Slow and steady wins the race. Remember that. Take a deep breath, hold it and let it out slowly, and try to slow down. When you are talk so fast, you are forgetting to address your superior properly."

"Oh, Yes Master, I'm sorry. I will do better for you Sir. I want you to be happy and want me for your own…Master!"

I told him to go take a piss. When he came back I announced it was time for lunch. I told him I was sure he was thirsty too. He nodded.

Chapter 8
Lunch

I led Dickcheese to the water bowl and told him to drink. He put his hands behind his back and started drinking. Once done he got up moved next to my chair and knelt down. He did sort of wince when he went back down to his knees. I grabbed a kitchen towel and had him lift his knees and slid the towel under. He smiled.

As I was making my lunch and getting his chow, I asked him how he felt wearing the cuffs locked on his wrists and ankles. He said that they were good, but it was harder to do things when chained together. I told him that I knew, that's why I did it but what I that wasn't what I wanted to know so asked him, "How do they make you feel, how do you feel when you are wearing the restraints?

"Oh Master, well, I feel okay with them. I like them better without my uniform on, so I can see them better. Probably weird I guess huh? I feel like it should be wrong to like them. 'Cause African slaves had all those chains on them and it looked mean and would be sore to wear them. Is it okay if I think I like them? And 'cause, you were the one who locked them on me Sir? I feel like someone special sort of, although I know I'm not. I guess, that you did that only to me is what I am thinking. I have never been special before. I was usually ignored."

I asked him was it the restraints themselves, or was it really because I was the one that locked them on. I sat down and started eating. He just knelt there quietly.

I asked him the question again adding that he had had time to think about it. He said it was probably both, but he couldn't imagine a better Master than me. I reminded him that he didn't know any other Masters. After I finished eating, I gave him his first nugget and told him to eat. I refilled his water bowl and moved it in front of him.

Once he was done he didn't move, surprisingly enough. I told him to take care of the dishes as usual, which he did. I told him to refill his water bowl and place it on the floor by the side wall. I intended to take him out for a walk. I led him to the dungeon to get ready to go. I was not sharing with him what we were doing. I removed his wrist restraints, and told him to piss if he had to and wash his hands.

I looked through the hoods I had, to decide which to have him wear. I settled on a rubber hood with a built in gag and tubes that go in the nose and extend out behind the head. Everything is sized for boys of his age. This hood was a little more advanced than I would normally use that early in training someone. I still couldn't believe how well he was taking to all this. I had realised by then that if he didn't have outside stimulation to keep him focused, he got into his head and could become very introspective. But the end result that time, had been positive. Something positive had clicked in his head, but time would tell if it would last. He was an attentive little slave boy though.

At the door, he put on his uniform ready to go. I put wider rubber restraints on him this time. I handed him the hood and let him look at it closely. I asked what he thought of it. He said it was cool and wanted to know what the tubes were for. I didn't answer him and just pulled the hood over his head making sure the gag was properly seated and fed the short tubes into his nostrils, and zipped it up. I then locked the zipper to the collar. I asked him if he was alright and ready to go, and that smart boy gave me a thumbs up. What a special boy I thought. I expected some reaction to the built in gag and the nose tubes that could be irritating. Nope, I was robbed of a tantrum or anything really, which I guess was okay. Anyway, I planned to lock his hands in front, in back, and to his collar throughout the walk.

That Day's Walk

The walk was rather uneventful that day, but at a faster pace than the last. I just wanted him to get out and stretch his legs. We even jogged a while to get our heart rates up. The whole time we were out, I was thinking. I was sure he was too. I was suddenly in my own head. This happens to me at times when I have a lot to digest and to sort things out. I typically just stop moving. So, I decided that if this cute little fucker was so gung-ho, and wanting to experience it all, as he said, then I would give him a dose of reality when we got back. The long discussions would end right then, I thought. I believed I knew where his head was by then, albeit a young immature head, but he seemed to have had a sudden new awakening that morning. I would see how he did the rest of the day, and then I would allow him to ask any question he might have just before bedtime. I would start maintenance spankings that night before bed too. I came back to the here and now and he was just looking around as we stood there.

We eventually did make it back to the door of the cottage. I went in, he followed and stood to the side. I unclipped the 4 restraints and removed them, and then eased the hood off him, while telling him no talking unless I asked a question. I told him to take his uniform off, and get a drink of water.

He followed my directions and when he had his fill of water just stayed kneeling by the bowl. I told him to stand, I looped a finger in the D-Ring and led him to the Dungeon. I put a metal spreader bar on him so his two hands were widely spread level with his neck. I put some goggles on his eyes, which made everything wacky and out of proportion. I told him to kneel down and pick up each leather item he conditioned, and to put them back in the cabinet. He turned his head and looked at me for a couple of seconds. I barked at him, "NOW." Startled, he jumped and got to it. This was going to take a while. But, it was going to be fun to watch.

In the meantime I was collecting items for his next exposure experience. I might have been going overboard next, it would be hard for him, but I thought he would be fine in the end. Time would tell.

He finally finished his task. I took the goggles off him, told him to go and get a good long drink from his water bowl and to come back. He made his way there and eventually came back. His eyes didn't have quite the sparkle they did when he had his motormouth spill before lunch. This was going to be a real test, and I was keen to see how he responded.

First Boxing And Fucking

I took the spreader bar off and proceeded to get him ready. On went a heavy padded straightjacket. It was sized for him, so it fitted him perfectly. I did up all the straps and locked each one tight. I didn't do up the crotch straps as I was going to put a diaper on him, since I had had him drink all that water. Plus I had one thing to do with his ass. Next came ear buds that I put in his ears. After that was a Padded Leather Sensory Deprivation hood. It had padding for the eyes, ears, cheek and mouth area. There was a grommet hole at his mouth and two small grommet holes at his nose. It then had straps across the eyes, from the chin up over the crown of his head, and the collar was substantial. All straps buckled and locked. I was not going to put him in a similar hood that had just one small mouth hole, this first time. I wanted him to be able to breath easily and hopefully avoid panic.

Once that was on, I sat in a chair, brought him over my lap and laid him face down. I positioned him with his clit on my thighs. I held his back with one hand and proceeded to give him a good spanking. It wasn't vicious, but it was certainly painful and made his ass a real nice red. He jumped, wiggled, and yelped from the first smack. I continued smacking one cheek after the other and randomly. He eventually started crying. He might have been crying, but his dicklet was hard, which was a great sign. He might be right about wanting to move forward faster. He was by far the first slave to seemingly be willing to experience the unknown.

I lowered the microphone I was wearing and turned it on. The electronic equipment in the cottage would transmit what I was saying into the ear buds. All I said was, "This isn't a punishment spanking, this is a fun spanking for me, and to help you focus on what you are now. Soon you will experience something very challenging. If you have an emergency or panic, know that I will be listening, and will address your needs right away." I clicked off the mike.

He still had his socks and boots locked on. God, he really looked so damn good. Shiny leather straightjacket and shiny hood on a perfect little boy. Perfect on him. YUM.

Now the test. I put a rubber tube attached to the end of a water bottle in his mouth grommet hole and let some water drain in. I did it slowly since he would not be expecting that. When I had drained all the water into him I grabbed a second bottle which contained my stale piss. I slid the rubber straw in, and tilted the bottle. I let it drain into his mouth for maybe a minute. I just wanted him to have the taste in his mouth. On went a diaper and rubber pants over and I then did up the crotch straps and locked them.

He was going to be rather warm for a couple of hours. I lead him over to the 3' [90 cm] cubed black box. The front could be removed to put him in. I pushed down on his shoulders to have him kneel. I turned him around and pushed him in, back first. Once he was all the way to the back I attached leather straps around his head, neck chest, and waist. I buckled a wide strap at his knees and also at his booted ankles. Then straps from the knees and ankles to each side of the box. There was an air hole in the box attached to a very little fan that would push some air into the box. The box had thick leather padding covering the inside. It was very isolating, especially for the first time. It would be a real challenge for the boy. He would find that being a slave wasn't easy. Sometimes slaves are just stored away when not needed. I closed the front panel and latched it closed.

I went to the media player and selected a couple of lists of various slave protocols. These were generic lists, where some of the items wouldn't apply to him right then, but would when he was older and owned by a Master or Mistress. I really believed then, that it should be a Master, but he had not had any experience on pleasuring a woman yet. He might do well there too.

Here is the list (obtained from Internet sources) that was read to him over and over through the ear buds at a pretty good pace.

1. Unless otherwise directed, all slaves in the house are kept nude.
   They are prohibited from ever touching money (or other forms of finance e.g. CC, etc.) unless owner hands it to them.
   No touching any keys unless handed them. (Money and keys represent freedom)
   No use of furniture unless given permission.
   No free access to food. Slaves are fed.
   Same for drinks other than water.
   When engaging in a new conversation, the slave is expected to kneel and ask permission to speak
   When called, a slave comes to owner and kneels
   Slave presents himself for inspection after shitting and bathing
   When entering a room the Owner is in without being called, he kneels and requests permission to enter.
   No eye contact unless directed by word or action
   Permission required to use the toilet
   He is secured for the night, either by being leashed to the bed to sleep in or beside it, or in a cage.
   First bite of every meal is hand fed. Occasionally the entire meal is done that way.
   Unless otherwise directed, slave eats on the floor without use of hands.
   When getting dressed, he will be directed or gain approval before covering himself.
   No masturbation or orgasm unless commanded.
   He may never close a door for privacy
   If he does not have positive instructions and has some 'down' time, he must request permission to begin an activity.
   When an assigned task is complete, he must report it as done.
   If not currently under orders but not granted down time, he will kneel where directed until put to use.
   Proper address at all times to Owner and all other superior people is required
   In public, he walks a step behind and to the left and is expected to step forward to open/hold doors.
   Any mistake or failing is to be reported immediately.
   When REAL and SUPERIOR MEN, and Masters are speaking, he will remain silent.
   When placed in position, he will be still. 
   Not eating at a table but from the floor.
   Not eating from a plate with cutlery, but from a bowl with its mouth only.
   Not allowed to eat or drink anything away from Master's home
   Not allowed to eat without permission (it can drink water without permission)
   Not drinking from a cup, but from a bowl on the floor, the exception being enemas clean waste water
   No access to stimulants like alcohol, coffee, tobacco, etc
   No access to any sugary/sweet foods (except fruit when allowed)
   No access to flavored drinks only drinking water and piss
   Not allowed to piss/shit outside of its Master's home, without specific Owner direction and permission.
   Not allowed to piss/shit when in Master (or another Man's) presence without permission unless
   Not allowed to stand to piss
   Not allowed to sit on a toilet seat (must sit on the toilet rim)
   Not allowed hot water for a shower
   Not allowed deodorant or anything but basic shampoo and soap (including for shaving)
   Not allowed body hair below the eyebrows
   Not allowed to initiate conversation with any Man (except for work or as part of orders from Master like getting groceries, and proper greetings)
   Not allowed clothing indoors except for work clothes or when given permission by Master (or another Man)
   Not allowed to distract itself while doing chores with music or TV etc. so it can focus just on the chore
   Not allowed to have cable TV or subscriptions to things like NetFlix, nor use of a computer etc
   Not allowed to sit on public transport
   Not allowed to visit a bar, restaurant, cinema or other entertainment venue, unless led by Owner
   If allowed head hair, not allowed to get a haircut without permission and direction from Owner who will decide style and length. The slave never chooses
   Not allowed to go shopping for anything other than things it is ordered to shop for by Master
   Not allowed to drive a car unless ordered to do so by Master
   Not allowed to use any furniture indoors/outdoors including chairs, benches, beds, tables so sits/sleeps on the floor
   Not allowed to turn on the heating or A/C in its Master's house without permission from Master
   Not allowed access to touch/see its clit (locked in chastity cage)
   Not allowed to touch its testicles/ovaries except for cleaning
   Not allowed to engage in gossip or talk with any disrespect about any Man
   Not allowed to have any form of sex without permission from MasterMust always be the most respectful and demure when speaking with Free Superior people
2. A slave is:

• obedient;
• respectful;
• humble;
• submissive;
• well-presented;
• punctual;
• productive.

Ground Rules

1. Know your place.  Your Owner, other dominant men, and all non-slaves, are your superiors. Even if you dislike them personally or disagree with what they say, you will acknowledge their superiority at all times.This does not mean doing anything you are told by anyone, but it does mean raising any objections in a respectful way; check with your Owner if in doubt.
2. It's HIS decision. You may query an order if you need to find out more information or you need to make sure your Owner knows all the facts. You don't get to disobey or ignore an order on the grounds that you think you know better. Your Owner always knows better than you.
3. Slaves don't cum. Your clit should be locked in its cage for every moment that it's practical. Whenever it's not practical, hands off it! The purpose of all sexual and BDSM activities is the pleasure and amusement of your superiors. You can touch your clit to clean it, put it in its cage, or if told to touch it by your Owner. You cannot touch it to pleasure yourself. The cage will always be worn when you're engaged in any sexual activity with another man.
4. Total Submissive Bottom. Firstly, stop all pretense of being in any way sexually versatile. Superiors fuck, you get fucked. You pleasure their cocks with your holes. Secondly, you never, ever attempt to dominate another man. Your fundamental nature is completely submissive – be true to it always. Your Owner can decide who gets to use you, when and how.
5. Wear your collar. Wear visible evidence of your slavery wherever and whenever possible. The collar and lock should be worn whenever it is unlikely to seriously upset those around you or place you in harm's way. You will wear the collar and lock as a rule, removing it is the exception. Your Owner will decide whether it needs to be removed at anytime.
6. Slaves have tits. Take any and every opportunity to encourage superior men – both strangers and open-minded friends – to play with them. Make your tits grow, but keep them sensitive and supple. Take proper care of them.
7. You will change. You will cooperate with your Owner to change you in physical and mental ways that make you a better slave. Some changes may be temporary, some will not be. You may become a dumb beast, fit only for menial labor, sex, pain and entertainment by the time this process is done, never doubt that is a good thing for you to be. Humiliation public and private, physical trials, hypnotic conditioning, new rules governing behavior more closely, or more subtle manipulation may play a part. Embrace this process, accept it's inevitable – and cooperate fully. Suggest to your Owner anything you think would help make you more humble and less human.
8. Always be honest. If you break a rule, report it to your Owner immediately. If you feel doubt or worry about something he's told you to do, respectfully communicate that doubt to him straight away. You can have no secrets from him.

As I had already learned, if he was working alone without outside stimulus or supervision, he would go deep inside his head. That, I didn't want, and certainly didn't want him to be left to his own devices during down times to think of anything other than what he was supposed to be doing and thinking. He must learn to focus. So this external stimulus in his ears (and the only stimulus he was receiving at that time) would help keep his mind on task. I would leave him boxed for a couple of hours. I knew it was a long period for the first time to be stored in a box, while in a sensory deprivation hood and straightjacket, but I needed to discover if he was a true slave by nature. Unless I heard distress from inside the box (that was also being recorded), it would be a minimum of two hours , maybe longer.

During the storage time, I called the person I was the closest to at the institute, Donahue. I could have, and maybe should have, called a Senior Master, or even my former Master (who became my adoptive father). But I wanted a casual friendly discussion, so I called my close friend Donahue, who is also a Training Master like me. He said he was free to talk, as he had Fuckface stored, hooded in a cage at that time.

I wanted to tell him about Dickcheese's thoughts and verbal outburst earlier and see what he thought. I related everything to him about how the boy was responding so favorably and enthusiastically so far to everything he had experienced. I told him that I had him boxed with full sensory deprivation hood and straightjacket, so we could talk. He whistled and said that was kind of intense so soon for a little guy.

We discussed future timelines and how hard to really push him. We/I had to keep in mind he was only 9 and his brain and body were still very much developing. The last thing I would every want to do was damage him physically, mentally, or psychologically. He was too special to endanger on any level. I wanted to harness his spirit, drive, and enthusiasm and direct it towards being a loyal obedient slave who enthusiastically serves his Owner well. A lot would depend on how he was when he came out of the hot box, well, rather sensory deprivation box. Donahue asked other than the box, how comfortable was it getting between the two of us? I told him I was doing what I always did. We discussed how Fuckface was fairing and then ended up just chatting as friends. I thanked him for the chat and hung up.

I intended when I finally pulled him out, to give him water, then place him in the sling and work his hole for his first fucking. Then, I would remove the hood and have him clean my cock. That was my plan, good or bad, but I thought he needed to understand sooner rather than later, that it wasn't a lovey dovey or play time. This was his new reality. I just hoped this wouldn't break him mentally or spiritually.

I heard some moaning and heavy breathing at times from inside the box, but nothing to indicate real distress. It had been two and a half hours by the time I decided to release him so I put on my microphone, clicked it on and spoke softly to him.

"Dickcheese, it is Master. It is almost over now, and time to wake up. You are doing great. What a good slave you are. I want you to wake up and come back to the here and now. I need you with me now. I am now going to open the box and bring you out."

I opened the box and undid the straps and pulled him out. I left him on the floor with his legs somewhat out in front. I rubbed his legs to get the circulation going, since he had been immobile for so long. I was sure his legs were cramping and needed to be stretched out slowly. I brought the water bottle with a rubber tube and dribbled the water into his mouth. Other than telling him I was going to open the box, I was not going to communicate any more verbally with him. I did however, sit behind him and hold him for a couple of minutes, something I would never do usually but again it didn't register that I was treating him differently. I just felt he needed to know I was there and had him. I couldn't be sure what his mental state was at that point, but he was acting okay. He was shaking one leg and then the other, so that seemed a good indication he was in the here and now.

I picked him up and placed him in the sling. I lifted his legs and clipped them up. I reached under him to release the crotch straps, and undid the wet diaper and tossed it in the trash. I wiped the diaper area. Then I had access to his cunt. What a glorious sight that little pink pucker was. I was going to have my cock in there that day! That was my goal. I lubed my finger and did the same procedure as before. One finger, two, then three, and then a dildo that was much smaller than my cock. It was so warm and comfortable with my fingers inside him. He was moaning in pain, or maybe pleasure. After quite some time, I started the dildo work. It didn't take that long before I thought he was loose enough. He had been making mewling noises and moaning off and on, so I knew he was not in distress, and was with me and enjoying the cunt play.

I clicked on my mike and told him I was proud of how much of a good boy he was, and that I believed he was enjoying his cunt being played with because his clit was pointing at me, and that it was about to get real now, as in, My Cock real, and told him he better learn to enjoy it. I clicked off the microphone. I lubed up my cock and placed the head at his entrance. I gave a little push and the head popped in. He made a startled quiver and went stiff. I held it there for a few seconds and then eased it in a bit more and stopped. He grunted each time I moved it a bit furtherin. I did this until I was fully inside and he was feeling my pubes on his ass. I again waited to make sure all was well and he had gotten used to being full. I pulled out and just left the head in. Then I started a slow and steady fuck, picking up speed, until I was really fucking him hard and fast, really thrusting into him. He wasn't crying as far as I could tell or indicating any real distress but he was moaning and grunting with each full thrust. After about 15 minutes, I had worked up a sweat, (I knew he must be sweating something fierce too) and I just looked at him bound in leather, and thinking of him inside, so cute and beautiful, and I shot my load into his cunt. I hoped he could feel it shooting inside of him. Oh what a fucking glorious orgasm that slave gave me. I was the luckiest Master ever!

I just held my cock in his cunt, and let it soften inside him, while I came down from my high. It also gave him time to gather his senses after his ass pummeling.

I pulled out and released his legs and pulled him out of the sling. I took off his hood and exposed his sweaty head. As designed, it isn't too bright in there so he was able to adjust to the light and soon was seeing again. I placed him on the ground kneeling in front of me and ordered him, "Clean" like he had seen in the training video. He leaned forward and started licking and he put the head in his mouth and pushed his head forward until it hit the back of his throat and he gagged on it. I told him that was far enough for now. When I finally felt it was clean, I told him to stop and just hold the head in his mouth. I started pissing a slight bit harder than he had experienced before, and told him not to spill any. He did well considering how early this was in his training and only spilled a few drops. I told him to clean up his mess on the floor by licking it up which he did.

I picked him up and sat him on the bondage table. I went and got a bigger cunt plug and leaned him back and worked it in and seated it home. I knew he was sore, but that was his life now, he would just have to endure it. I also put a plug harness on him to ensure it stayed in. I did up the crotch straps again. I told him to go get a drink from his water bowl. He waddled off after having been fucked and with the plug up his cunt. He looked so funny and so damn cute. His future Owner better appreciate him as much as I was.

He waddled back from getting a drink. He looked exhausted. He must have felt he had just been through the wringer. I picked him up and went to the living room and sat in my recliner with him in my lap. I just held him for a while. He was just laying there with his eyes closed. I was whispering things in his ear about how good he had been, what a brave boy he was, etc. He really wasn't moving or responding in any way. He had been in the straightjacket for several hours by then so I figured it was time to take it off. I sat him up and started to undo the buckles. Once they were all undone, I lifted him just enough to pull the crotch straps out. I placed the jacket on the floor next to me. I rubbed his arms and again was whispering that it was over for now. That he needed to come back to the present and be there with me, and other phrases like that.

After a short time he began to move. He lifted his head and looked at me. Then closed his eyes and laid his head back down on my shoulder. I kept rubbing his arms and keeping contact with him. Eventually he started to stir. I asked him if he knew where he was? He nodded. I told him he could talk again to answer my questions.

He weakly said, "Yes Master, I am in your living room Sir." I asked how he was feeling? He quietly said, "I don't know Master, okay I guess." I told him that was okay, that I understood and when he was fully back with me we would discuss the day. He nodded.

I picked him up and sat him on the floor beside the chair. I went and got a couple of slave snack bars, and a big bottle of electrolyte solution with a nipple on it. I went back to the chair and set the items on the side table. I sat back down, placed the nipple in his mouth and told him to drink. while he was suckling I asked if he was hungry. He nodded yes. I pulled the bottle away and broke off a piece of the slave bar which he ate. I gave him another piece, and then the rest of it. I put the nipple back in his mouth and he resumed taking in the solution.

When the bottle was empty, I waited to let the food and electrolytes solution work to help rejuvenate him some. When he started to show real signs of life I again asked him if he thought he was alright?

He replied, "Yes Master I think so." With sad eyes, he asked, "Why did I have to go in a box, Master?"

I took a deep breath and started to explain. I told him that I wanted to step up the training a bit by letting him wear a straightjacket and full sensory deprivation hood. But, I knew if he was left to just think on his own, he could get a bit carried away inside his head. I told him to remember how he was after he had conditioned the leather. He was going a mile a minute with thoughts just pouring out of his head. So I had decided it would be better to direct his thoughts and keep him occupied while in storage.

He said he remembered hearing those rules over and over but then he didn't remember much after a while. He said he was really trying to remember them all, but at some point he was not hearing them in his head any more. I told that that was just fine and okay and that his subconscious was still hearing them. I asked if he had been scared or panicking at all?

He said he was very scared and nervous, but he was trying not to panic to please me. He said it was just okay really if he had to do it, but he really missed being with me. "It was warm and cushy in there though, which was good," he said. Then he looked right at me and asked, "Sir will I be put in that box a lot more Master? 'Cause I know I would hate to be in there a lot. It is so confining and I won't be with you Sir."

I assured him it was not going to be a regular thing. Then I asked him how he felt wearing the padded Sensory Deprivation hood?

He said, "A what hood Sir?"

I chuckled and he did too when I started. I sat stunned for a few seconds just looking at him. How is it possible that a young boy, was able to laugh after all he'd been through that day, let alone the last few. It was amazing to me. When we had both stopped laughing I asked him about the hood again.

"Oh yea Master, it was actually pretty cool when you put it on me. I couldn't see anything at all. I couldn't hear much either. But it was sort of nice at first. It was exciting really I guess."

Okay, that was excellent but did that mean he stopped feeling that way later on.

He thought for a bit and said, "No not really Master, I was just listening to those words and forgot I had it on." He said he could breathe "good", so he wasn't scared of the hood, just being in the box and missing me. Hmm, I thought.

I wanted him to tell me about the straightjacket and how he felt wearing it.

"OH! Master," he started out, "as you were putting it on me, I thought back to that boy outside who was wearing one. When you were tugging on the straps, it was weird feeling being jerked around. But when you were done, it was a fun feeling. I was excited to feel what it was like finally. It is so different from a regular jacket. Master, did I look good in it?"

I chuckled and told him he had no idea. I told him he looked so handsome and cute! I told him I was so proud of how he acted when he was being put in the jacket and hood. Very mature and grown up behaviour.

He said, "Yea Master, I told you I am a big boy and can understand things Master."

I thought Yes you did, my young slave boy, yes you didbut didn't say it.

I explained that for some boys it could be quite an ordeal to be locked up in a jacket and hood like that. They often got scared the first time.

He thought for a bit and said, "Master, I was okay really. They were both good, I liked the leather hugging me all over. It smelled so good too. Is that normal? My legs did get sore after a while in that box though. But I remembered you were somewhere listening though."

I asked again, if he wasn't afraid?

"No Master, cause I saw that other boy in a jacket and he was okay, so I knew I could do it too. You said you could hear everything inside, so I knew you were right around somewhere for me. I felt safe Sir. I did miss you a whole lot though. I didn't like being away from you. That was the hardest part I guess Sir."

I told him that on future occasions he might get upset or panic about being boxed or being in a jacket and hood, but even if it was in the middle of the night, I wanted him to yell out so I could come to him and help settle him down. I wanted to make sure he understood to do that and he assured me he would even thought he didn't think he would get scared because he was a big boy.

I put him in the sling and removed his diaper and asked him what he had been thinking then, if anything?

"Nothing that I can remember. I must not have been real awake I guess, 'cause I remember moving around and stuff but when you put something in my… cunt, I started to wake up. That was uncomfortable for a while but as it went on going in and out it started to feel good." "Good," I said, "because that was me using my cock to fuck your cunt until I came inside you."

He looked at me and asked, "For reals Master?"

Of course, I replied, "Yes, for 'reals'."

He thought for a bit then asked, "So Master you put your stuff in me?"

I told him it was called cum. When he asked me what cum was not wanting to get into the birds and the bees conversation, I told him it was something Masters make when Masters were excited and turned on and really enjoying themselves, it shoots out of their cock. It wasn't piss, though, it was a sort of cream. It was very sacred really, and slaves come to love it and need it often. It also meant that I now really temporarily owned him. He had my special cream inside him. I had claimed him as mine for the time being.

"It is a really special thing for a man to do. When you are sold, your new owner will do the same thing and claim you as his own then too." He looked sad. "Hey now Dickcheese, none of that. You are just going to have to come to terms that you will be sold to a Master outside the Institute. But that is years away, so don't worry about that now."

"I suppose so Master, but I only want you." "

"Dickcheese, your wants and desires don't matter because you are a slave. You just need to obey and serve. You will have to get your pleasure from your Owner's pleasure. One last thing here Dickcheese, those words were rules and protocols that slaves need to learn and live by. I know right now it was a lot but we will definitely keep reviewing them. We will also sit at the table and work out any problems and questions and answers about them. I will also try to make it fun and enjoyable learning these things at times too."

After that I just put my hand on his head and we stayed in silence for a long while. I think we were both totally in our heads again, I certainly was. I think we were both talked out. I decided he had come though things pretty well, Better than I expected actually. I had half expected a fight, a tantrum, some crying, but he was pretty stable during all of it. So far he was still engaged and interested. It didn't seem like he feared things at all. As long as he knew his owner would keep him safe, he seemed to roll with it. At least it appeared that way. I wondered if he would have dreams or more accurately nightmares about the box. Other boys had. There was something different about this boy though. Too eager. Too attached to me so early. Usually the boys start in fear, they resist, some fight, etc. But not my boy. He seemed to be rolling with the waves. Riding out each adventure.

Since I was so deep in my own head then, I think I should take a short side step and share some information on the boys who are selected and designated as sissies. I will get back to the story in the next part.

Sissies

Sissies are told from the onset that they are sissies. They are told what sissy means and how they will live. They will end up being owned-sissies when they graduate. Being owned is a huge goal, as all sissies must have owners. They are taught that they just are not smart enough to go on in the outside world. They need a Master or Mistress to tell them what to do and do the thinking for them. They are informed that they would be totally lost without an owner. The Mistresses and Masters here have specialized training to ensure the sissies are well conditioned to serve their role in life as a sissy slave to either a Master or Mistress, or in case of a couple, both. Their status requires feminine uniforms and dresses. A locked corset and locked high heels are worn at all times 24/7. Soon, they are unable to stand flat footed. They wear plastic high heels when they shower. They also are cunt plugged except for when being used or cleaning. Their uniforms are obviously totally different from the other slave boys here, so they really stand out. They have multiple uniforms and dresses of various styles, and are told by their Master or Mistress, which one to wear and when. All are very, of course, feminine and quite short. They wear panties with frills that match what they are wearing, rather than the little latex slave shorts our boy slaves wear. Several of the uniforms are latex however. They enjoy different fabrics.

There are never any masculine boots or any male items of clothing for them! All their Training Masters and Mistresses also slowly work the sissies up to severe corsets and even neck corsets. Their whole existence is soon one of complete submersion and subjugation into everything sissy. They become an over the top feminine-looking-sissy-stereotype, with exaggerated movements, slutty walking, and stances. They are taught that they are just not smart enough to survive on their own. They eventually learn they are stupid, dumb, small-minded creatures, that are unable to think for themselves. Since they can't live on their own, they need a Master or Mistress to own them and make every decision for them. They get to the point that they actually can't do anything at all except what they are told. They simply cannot exist without an owner before they graduate. Everything is predominately pink for them. Leather, Latex, Satin and other feminine fabrics. They get to the point where their whole existence is centered on belonging to their owner, who they love more than themselves.

After their final sale, their new owner can decide on other enhancements or changes and modifications desired for their sissy. We are able to perform any action needed. We have full surgical suites and full staffing with highly credited doctors and surgeons to do whatever is desired by the Owner. All can be completed in-house at reduced rates from those in the outside. Some opt for permanent makeup. Most new owners opt for breast implants to achieve very large breasts for the sissy's frame. Some have their voices changed to be soft sweet high voices. Some want their tongues split as they love the feel of a split tongue pleasing their vaginas or cocks and assholes. Some sissies become eunuchs. Others are totally nullified with a urethral re-route. There are of course, various piercings that are popular. Obviously our Staff are all well versed and most definitely of the mindset to fit right in here.

We are all dedicated and loyal to the Institute as they take care of us. Large apartments or cottages, all food provided for you, use of fleet vehicles, etc. For me, it is a dream position. I am glad I have not been assigned a sissy. It would be very foreign to me and I don't think I would be any good with one.

Sissies have specialized Masters and Mistresses, who are very well versed and enjoy creating sissies. Sissies live in a dorm and all sleep in one large room. They get a little tiny bed, a makeup table with mirror, and a large wardrobe to hold all their sissy clothes.

Chapter 9
Training Continues

It has been some months since Dickcheese experienced his boxing and then first fuck. That night though, he did have a bad dream, but I was up late and got to him before he actually woke himself up. I went into the dungeon and looked at him in his sleep cage. He looked pretty agitated and mumbling in his sleep. I reached in and shook him. He woke up with a start and looked at me.

"Wwwwhat's going on Dad?" he asked.

I told him he was making noises and moving around, that he must have been having a bad dream. He said he didn't really know, but he did remember he was totally covered in leather bondage and his cunt was being fucked really hard. He was remembering it as a good time and it was fun actually.

"I see," I said. "So you are okay?"

The boy said "Yes Master".

"Okay Dickcheese, let me know if you need me. Go back to sleep my good young slave boy."

He just made a mmmhmmmm sound which I took as an affirmative. He must have been having a good dream I realised rather than a nightmare.

So by now he had been following more of the rules, restrictions, and protocols. He no longer forgot to address me as Master. He was keeping his eyes down unless told otherwise. He was kneeling when he came in to the cottage from the dungeon, or I entered the room he was in. I still loved to give him his enemas. It was a special time for me. It was a time where we talked casually while he was filling up and letting go. He had come to like the enemas too, just as I told him he would. He was so beautiful laying there with his legs up and a hose going into his cunt. His clit laying nicely and so cute. I loved rubbing his tummy. I loved spending that time with him.

Master Donahue visited fairly often with Fuckface in tow. They usually spent about an hour with us. The two slaves were able to spend some time talking. Then we had them follow us into the Dungeon. We restrained both boys in straightjackets that had a D-Ring on each shoulder and padded crotch straps. I had arranged 4 lines hanging down from the ceiling shoulder width apart with bars that had rings at both ends. These ran through pulleys at the ceiling so they could be lifted or lowered and tied off at any height the Master chose. We had them hooked up and lifted them off the floor. They were at a height where they were not able to touch the floor with their booted toes. We set them up so they were facing each other about 4 feet [120 cm] apart. We told them they could continue to talk together and get to know each other better and we would be back when Master Donahue had to leave and take Fuckface with him. We let them have their time together. That was something only Donahue and I did. None of the other Training Masters let their slaves talk. I know Dickcheese really loved it and seemed to benefit from it.

Dickcheese was always in some sort of bondage by now. He is almost always in his locked boots and wrist and ankle restraints. I regularly check and make sure his feet are clean to make sure they stay healthy. He has sported all the various collars and none of them seemed to phase him much. Well, that is until he spent the day in a neck corset. He said he got tired of working with that on, as he had to hold his body weirdly to do his chores. I just told him to endure it. When he shines all the rubber gear and clothing in the cottage, he is always in full rubber from head to toe. He looks so hot in that rubber. I am always changing the rubber hoods he wears to do the chores. Some are very extreme and difficult to work in. On days when he spends time dusting and vacuuming, he wears very stiff heavy leather arm splints that go from the shoulder to the wrist. With those I put him in heavy leather gloves with lighter weight leather from the wrist to the elbow. The leather ones zip from wrist up so it is easier to put them on. He amazingly never said anything about them, just did what he was told. Resilient little guy, seemingly okay to go with the flow on everything. He had worn all the hoods by then. I kept him hooded a great deal of the time from then on so he had no identity, just slave. He was subjected to leg irons for entire days. It was so cute to see him shuffling around. He is just a joy.

He was learning to make my meals. Some turned out well enough to eat. Let's just say, a 9 year old needs direction and patience in the kitchen. The problem with that is that I don't know much more than he does about cooking. I didn't pick it up well when I was training. He also gets his own meals out of the bag and places the bowls next to my chair when he is allowed to eat. He has asked a couple of times why he couldn't he have real food since he was trying so hard to be good. I told him, he just has to resign himself that he won't eat regular food like his Superiors and all free people do. He had to learn to enjoy the slave chow. I didn't know what else to say to him about that. It just is what it is. I had, by then started training him to stand at the side of the room when I was eating. He was to stand straight and tall, with his hands held behind his back, and his head slightly bowed, but eyes watching the table. He was learning to not fidget when he was in that state or position. He gets refills for me or grabs a beer or glass of wine when ordered. He still seemed very happy and very eager to please me. I can tell you, this little guy was a natural slave, a born slave. He thrives on learning new responsibilities and working hard for me. Don't get me wrong, he was far from perfect, but for so early on in his training, he was doing remarkably well.

All Training Masters submit progress reports twice a month. The managing Senior Masters all have access to the digital files with all the videos and recordings as well. Even back then, I had this nagging in the back of my head, that they were particularly interested in my Dickcheese. It was obvious that he was a natural. There were notes in his file, from website visitors, and they were already expressing extreme interest in buying Dickcheese, even back then. They saw him as a natural born slave. I would not have wanted to lose him so soon.

He had slept in his sleeping cage since that second night. Which by the way, he had never said a word about. I know the first night was in a locked crib, and he was exhausted due to the final processing, but he never questioned being locked in a cage to sleep. He was hooded at times. Some times he was caged with his wrists and ankles locked to the sides. He had "enjoyed" his straightjacket all night as well. At the time, I had planed to exercise him well, play with him, fuck him well, several "before bed" enemas, and put him in a sleep sack, and then sleep cage him. I am not sure why really, but I had not sleep sacked him by that time. I had to think of something to keep his mind on task if he was restrained that much. His mind got carried away when idle. I figured if he was tired enough, he would fall asleep and that would be better than for him to lie wide awake in the sleep sack.

I decided I would soon give him a huge privilege (in his mind), of sleeping in my bedroom, on a padded rubber mat on the floor. He would be chained to the wall by the bed. He would be in my room with me, the whole night. He knew he was never allowed in what I call my very private space, without my specific permission. I had never given him permission so he had never stepped into it. I had pictures of every one of my slaves on the wall. Each frame had the intake photo, the naked intake photo, and another taken just before they were sold. I cherish those frames fondly.

I had exposed him to impact training. Paddling, flogging, softer whipping, and even single tails whips that leave quite a few red marks like little scrapes. They heal with no scarring. He had been suspended from the ceiling by his hands and also feet. He had been in the standing stocks and also the kneeling stocks. All positions that allow access to his full body, ass, cunt, and clit for impact training.

One day he was cleaning the bathroom in the dungeon and I had also tasked him with cleaning all the equipment in the dungeon too. I gave him several hours to complete his chores. That day he was wearing a leather hood with pin pricks holes over the eyes and a ball gag. I put large industrial rubber gloves on him. They were very thick and go all the way up to his arm pits. Of course rubber restraints on his wrists. When I finished putting them on him the first time, he was smiling and said quietly to himself, "Oh wow, how cool is this?" I believe he was just thinking that out loud. But he clearly loves to be challenged and wear bondage gear. It is always so fun to expose him to various restraints and watch him work.

I decided the time when he should have been finished, unless he got distracted. I walked up to him while he was still working. When he noticed me out of the corner of his eye, he immediately knelt down and bowed his head. I removed the gag right away. I asked him how he was doing. He said he was great and was on the last piece of equipment to clean. I told him to finish and we would go for a jog. "Yes Sir Master," he answered as he jumped up and continued. He said he would be done in a few minutes. I watched him work away. When he finished, I took the hood off, the wrist restraints, and the heavy gloves too. I told him to put his supplies away, wash his face and hands, and take a piss if needed, and to then come back to the middle of the room. I watched him wash and piss, as usual. He has done so with me as an audience every time. Slaves do not have modesty or privacy. He went right where he was told, knelt, and bowed his head. "Great job, Dickcheese!" Still bowed, he smiled a big smile.

I told him it was time to get ready for our jog. I told him to stand up. His arms were still slightly sweaty. I told him to go get his uniform and put it on and come back to me. Which he did and knelt next to me. I complimented him and told him to stand up. I brought over a pair of thick stiff arm splints that prevent him from bending his arms. They buckle all the way up from wrist to armpit. Once both were on. I went and grabbed bigger versions of them that are for his legs. I wrapped them around his legs over his boots all the way to his groin. I buckled them on good and tight. He would be walking very stiff legged. I told him to meet me at the front door. I left him to figure out how to do that.

He stumbled around the cottage sort of teetering with side to side movement. He was so cute trying to figure it out. (This was going to be fun… for me, I thought to myself at the time). I grabbed the lead and attached it to his collar. I opened the door and stepped out. He followed and stepped to the side so I could close the door. He looked at me and raised his arm. I asked if he had something to say or add?

"Yes Master, I don't think I can jog in these leg things, Sir."

I hid my smile and asked him, "Why not, Dickcheese?"

He looked at me and said, "Um, well um Sir, I can barely um walk in these things Master, I'm not sure I will be able to jog Sir." He stopped a second and then quickly added, "I'm sorry Master. I meant that I will do my very best Sir, but I think I might be slow, Master."

I couldn't help myself, I laughed and told him that it was a joke to see how he would react. I told him we would be going as fast as he was able. Boy, did he look relieved!

He said, "Master! I was trying to figure out how I was going to pull that off." He launched himself at me all stiff legged and armed, and tried to hug me like that. Which made me laugh again and harder. He started cracking up as well. He still loves to hug me, or make some kind of contact with me. I try to cut back on the opportunities though. He needs to learn once and for all, that he is not to initiate anything. That was never acceptable, but I brought that hug on myself I guess.

"Alright clown slave, lets go."

I walked and he waddled off. I wasn't thinking we would go far, since it was a lot of work to move with those on. He was working so hard, bless his heart. I still, to this day, have not had a young slave boy of 9 endure all this training and exposure, so fast, and to just roll with the punches. I have always had some balking, even some fighting, at least in the beginning. He was working up a sweat and was quickly panting. Okay, In my head the next part was going to be funny. We'd see how he responded. I told him that we had another hour of exercise and then we would head home. He stopped short. I turned and looked at him and he had this look of shock and worry on his face. He tried to raise that stiff arm of his.

I said, "Yes?"

"Master, remember when I said I was a big boy and wanted to try everything to make you proud of me?" I said I did. He went on, "Well Sir, I guess us big boys get "tireder" too some times. Master, please don't be mad at me…. please Sir, but I am getting really tired already, and I am not sure I can go for another hour Sir." He sighed and continued. "Master, I will just have to take my punishment Sir. I'm upset that I won't make you happy and proud of me, but I don't know if I can do another hour Sir."

I knelt down in front of him, and I told him it was a "little subtle joke". I waited for a reaction, but one was not forth coming. I guessed my Joke wasn't appropriate. I didn't think I should have gone there. He looked at me and spoke louder this time, "SIR, LIKE, FOR REAL MASTER?!"

I nodded. He started laughing, and that got me laughing again too. He said, "Phew Master! I was trying to figure out what was going to happen. I knew I couldn't do it for real, but was "gunna" try real hard for you though. I knew you would be upset that I failed, and that scared me, really. I didn't want to fail you Master!"

I told him I didn't want him to fall down and possibly hurt himself. I held his shoulders while still giggling. I said, "That wasn't such a great joke then was it?"

He said, "Oh, No Master!, it was funny for sure, but only after you told me that." He started laughing again, which got me to laughing as well.

How could I let this boy ever go? After such a short time, my subconscious wanted to own this dream boy, for ever. I stood up and told him we were heading back home now. I spoke loudly so any one around us could hear. "Back to the cottage slave, and make it double time!"

He smiled and said, "Master, I know you are "funning" me now!" What a charming sharp boy. He tried real hard to go faster, but really, it was just even more comical.

So we finally made it home that day and that precious boy stepped inside and to the side. He just stood there, I am sure he was wondering what he should do. Does he speak out of turn to remind me he can't take his uniform off, or does he just stand there and wait. He couldn't kneel of course. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed some water. He was still standing there with his head bowed.

I walked back over and inquired, "Why are you still in your uniform slave and not kneeling? Is there a problem?"

"Well Master I seem to be unable to take my uniform off Sir."

I asked, "Really, why is that?"

He raised his head, looked at me and just said, "Master!"

I started chuckling again. I looked down at him and said "I'm upset that you have a protocol and you are not carrying it out."

He looked at me and said, "Master, Really? I want to do what I am required, but for some reason I am having real trouble figuring out how to take my uniform off." He said it with a straight face.

I couldn't help myself. I started laughing, and he looked at me and suddenly started laughing as well. Once we slowed our laughing down, I apologized and said I couldn't help it. He was just so beautiful wearing those leather splints, I got so worked up, I needed to be inside him. I told him he handled that perfectly. He just stood there with his head bowed. There was nothing else he could have or should have done, all joking aside. In my mind, I was testing him but also having a bit of fun with this young boy. If you were always strict and stern with them, that created a very stressed boy and a stressful and tense training period. They are still young so they need some levity and 'fun' to stay engaged and to want to participate. I got carried away and was more casual with him than was normal. I was just not realising that at the time.

I told him, seriously, I needed him to be in the sling when I got there. So he started to waddle to the sling. I went to my bathroom and pissed, BUT, I collected a large glass full. I loved giving him my piss. It was just so amazing and thrilling to see a young slave drinking my piss! He was standing at the sling with his head bowed.

"Does Dickcheese have an issue? I thought I told my slave to be in the sling? What is wrong, my beautiful slaveboy, Dickcheese?"

He stayed standing with head bowed down, but I could see his shoulders and body moving up and down, as if laughing…. go figure.

I raised my voice, "DOES MY SLAVE BOY HAVE SOME ISSUE THAT HE CAN'T COMPLY WITH MY ORDER?"

I waited for him to verbalize. He didn't move, but said, "Master, your slave boy has failed Sir. He can't get up in the sling because of these stiff things that Master so thoughtfully put on His slave."

I couldn't help it, honestly. I started chuckling and he was trying so hard to keep it in, but slightly failing. After I got myself under control, I yelled, "Slave, get your slave body in the sling this very moment!"

He said, "Yes Master, as ordered Master." He turned around and tried to get up into the sling. He turned back around and tried to hop up backwards. As hard as he tried, it was a total fail, and that was obviously expected. There was just no getting around that fact. Damn, I was back in my head again at that moment. A little voice in the recesses of my head kept telling me I should not get attached. It said that I had crossed the line between a Master and a run of the mill dominee. But I wasn't. I was doing what I had always done. What was I going to do? Seriously, I really do think I am still training him properly for his age. Trying to do slave training with a 9 year old is very different than training an adult. Is it bad to be lighthearted and joke at times with a 9 year old, while still expecting him to comply with a directive? What would I do in the long run? Well actually, I would get him fully trained to be graduated.

I shook my head and came back to the here and now at that point, and lifted him up, and as I did, I kissed his forehead and placed him on the sling. I connected his wrists and ankles to the support chains.

He, more than any other boy I have trained, had something special going for him. He was just so likable, lovable. I needed to force myself to separate from him and keep him at arm's length. We both had gotten too familiar or casual with each other. But had we really? He was still learning, he was training, he was following protocols, but it seemed like we were clicking with each other, like I had never experienced before. The Training Master's creed kept popping in my head, "Never get emotionally involved with the slave boys. Keep a professional distance. Our slave trainees can't get attached to Training Masters. Slaves must always realize, we are Training Masters, and not future owners. We must keep ensuring that the boys realize that they are in training to be sold to a Master or Mistress.

I actually ruined his uniform at that point. I didn't have him disrobe. I grabbed the rubber slave shorts and tore them open. His reaction was one of destroying precious property that didn't belong to him. Which again, was rather surprising. Anyway. I lubed my cock and slid it in him without lubing his cunt. He lit up, which just spurred me on. I had been using his ass every day now. I started fucking this little slave boy for all I was worth. He adjusted pretty quick and started responding favorably. I looked at him and told him this fucking was for MY PLEASURE, YOUR MASTER's PLEASURE! Not the little slave boy, slaves get pleasure from serving their Masters properly giving themselves up for the happiness of their owner. I was rutting like there was no tomorrow. After only a few minutes I tensed up and had one of the most pleasurable orgasms I had had in recent history. I was looking at him the whole time. His eye had been closed for just a short while, just learning and enjoying having his cunt fucked. As I was coming, his eyes opened real wide and he sort of froze and then vibrated. He was having a pre-pubescent dry orgasm! Now that, I was not expecting, but watching him experience it, without him really knowing what was happening inside him, was a real rush. He was in orgasmic bliss, that mirrored mine.

After I went soft I pulled out. I reached up and started removing both leg splints. I un-clipped his wrists and lifted him down. He immediately knelt down with his head bowed. I just said "clean." He got right to work cleaning my cock. The cleaning went on too long so I called him on it. "I didn't say give me a blowjob, I said clean." He stopped, with me still in his mouth, and slowly sat back.

"I'm sorry Master, I got carried away Sir."

"Yes you did. You do not initiate anything. You do as you are told and nothing more."

"Yes Master." came from the chastised slave.

I helped him stand up and removed the splints from his arms. I walked over to the cabinet that held his spare uniforms. I grabbed a pair of slave shorts and handed them to him. I told him to go take off his uniform. He went and did so. When he came back he knelt down in front of me. I told him to stand. I unlocked his boots and told him to strip.

As he was doing so, I lowered the enema table, put the stirrups in place and raised the bag stand, and filled the bag. I told him I was only going to do one bag that afternoon. He came in the bathroom and knelt down as required. I told him to hop on up. He did so and lifted his own legs into the stirrups. He was quiet, which is expected of a slave, but we usually chatted while he was being cleaned inside. But he was waiting like a good slave. I started the water and asked him how his day was going. He said it was great but immediately jumped topics to ask what happened to him when I was fucking him. He said he had felt like he needed to have a piss, and then the shivers and sparkles started. He said it felt so good, better than anything he had ever felt before. He thought that it couldn't possibly be bad if it felt that good. Nothing bad could feel that good. He wanted to know what I did to him. I explained orgasms and that his was a dry one, as he wasn't into puberty yet. I thought to myself, when he squirts his cum the first time, he will be caged from then on. I didn't go into that then, just let him enjoy his first dry orgasm from getting fucked.

Once the bag was empty he clenched and held it until told to release. I picked up the bucket after 10 minutes and he let it out slowly, enjoying that function. I caught a glass of his waste water and looked to see if it was clean enough. It was close enough. I held it to his lips and he drank it down. When done he hopped down and I told him to start his shower. I didn't clean up the mess but I did close up the cabinet. He started the shower and held his hand in to see what the temp was. I tested it and told him less heat. I had been making the shower cooler each week. I told him to hop in and I watched him wash from head to toe. When completed he turned the water off and stood there. I told him to hop out. He hopped out sort of shivering. I told him to wait until he was dry. Just an air dry I told him.

He came back into the dungeon and knelt down. I told him to get a pair of the black cotton socks and then put his boots back on And then to go and get dinner together and call me when it was ready to be served. There was a hamburger thawed in the fridge so he knew what to do. It was easy for him. I sat in the recliner and was on the laptop when he came over to me knelt down and bowed his head.

"Yes?"

"Master, your dinner is ready Sir."

"Thank you Dickcheese, I will be there after I shut this down."

I got to the table and sat down. He was standing against the wall straight backed with his hands behind him and head bowed as required. I told him to serve me. He did just that. After I was done, he cleaned the kitchen. I gave him a nugget of his food and told him to eat. He didn't need to be told to put his hands behind his back. I went back to the recliner and continued with reports and correspondence. I was notified that there was the "Pleasuring a Mistress" series that he needed to be scheduled for. I wondered how he would do pleasuring a woman. Well we would soon see with those classes.

He came back in and knelt in front of me. I told him to go get me a beer, He stood up and did so and presented it to me, kneeling down, head bowed, and holding it straight out in front of him. I took the beer. He moved to beside the chair and knelt there. I reached over and grabbed one of the slave comic training books and told him to enjoy. He took it and started reading. It is like regular comic books, if you will, but of course, it is all about serving a superior free person, bondage, uniforms oriented. There is usually a super slave (like a super hero) that is in a different uniform than the other slaves in the book. It keeps him occupied and part of his continual immersion into the life of a slave.

As I was updating his records, I got to thinking. How many 9 year old boys in the world get to figure out they like bondage, and learn that they seem to thrive serving a Superior man, (or Mistress). He seemed to like the rubber uniform and he had worn other rubber items on several occasions now. He loved leather as well. He had responded well to almost everything. It was like an adventure for him.

I had finished my work on the laptop and decided we would watch another video. This was a further blowjob technique video. I told him to piss and drink water if he needed to. He said with proper protocols, that he was fine, but thanked me for taking care of his needs.

I went and retrieved the straightjacket and proceeded to put it on him I told him to assume his position in front of the couch, we were going to watch a video. I sat down with my legs on either side of him. I turned on the TV and was going to start the video, but decided I would like another beer. I went and got myself a beer. I started the video and told him to pay close attention. I pointed out the things that he needed to work on. Ball licking, shaft licking, playing with the balls while the cock is in his pussy hole, and how to use one hand up and down the shaft as he went up and down it with his pussy hole. This video started to go into working the gag reflex exercises. After the video ended, I told him to practice on me. He tried to open my jeans with his mouth, but definitely had not mastered that yet. I removed the straightjacket. I told him to use his hands which he did. I told him to put into practice what he had just learned. He was practicing for a good while and I happened to look down and saw his hard dicklet. What a cute little thing. I pulled him off my cock and bent his head down to look at his clit.

"Why is that clit hard Dickcheese?"

He looked at it and was probably wondering the same thing. I told him, he obviously likes servicing my cock and that his clit wanted to let him know. He was still looking at it as he replied, "I don't know Master, it did it all on it's own, I didn't touch it I swear Sir!"

I told him I knew he didn't because both hands had been occupied on my cock and balls and to get back to it. He went back and was getting better at the art of blowing a cock. I was definitely hard, but I was not going to cum so quickly. He was slowing down and I could tell his jaw was getting tired. I told him to stop and put it away. He did as I said, but when it is hard, it is difficult to stuff back in.

It was time for bed, so I told him to get a drink, and then brush his teeth and wash his hands and face. That is all I told him to do. Nothing further. I wanted to see what he would do at that point. I gave him a few minutes and when I went into the dungeon, he was kneeling in front of the sink. I told him to piss and we'd get him to bed. I led him over to the sleep cage and he knelt down by the door as usual.

I told him, I had decided to change where he would sleep that night. I grabbed fist mitts and put them on him. I told him to stand up, I led him over to the box. He looked nervous and scared but knelt down by the front door. I looked down at him and said, "Nope, I've changed my mind again. Get up." I lead him to my bedroom. He stopped at the door. I told him to follow me and stop wasting my time. He entered and had his head bowed, but I could see his eyes moving to try and see the room. I said, "Since you are already looking, why not lift your head, and take a real look."

He started looking around and saw my wall of past slaves. He went over and was looking at each one. He read the birth name and the slave name on each frame. He looked at everyone. "WOW," he started saying, "all these boys came before me?"

"Yes." I just flatly said. "I started early being a Training Master." I showed him the padded rubber mat that he was going to sleep on. I had him lay over my lap after I sat on the bed. He knew what was coming and was stiffening up. I held him down with my left hand and spanked with my right. It was not overly aggressive, but he was pink and quietly sniffling. I pushed him off and he landed on the floor. "Good slave." I said.

He properly thanked me for the spanking. I told him to get on the mat. I locked a chain from his ankle to the wall and told him to get a good night's sleep. "Yes Master, Thank you Master." I did what I needed to do in the bathroom and laid in my bed. I didn't care if he was sleeping or not, I needed to nut. I jerked off picturing him in bondage and struggling to get out. Man, that pushed me to cum quicker than I would have chosen. I wiped up and read a book for a while, then turned the light out and went to sleep.

Chapter 10
Dickcheese Gets Punished

The following day, I woke up about 7am and got up and took a shower, etc. I got dressed in some leather shorts that are zipped on each side so they are easy to remove. I put my boots on and a body harness. Then I put on some leather chaps and zipped up the inside of each leg. I left my closet and walked to the sleeping mat where Dickcheese was lying down. He was half-awake. I didn't greet him and just stepped up pulled my shorts down and told him to drink. He woke himself fully and put my cock head in his mouth and waited. He had not made eye contact, and I told him to look me in the eyes.

He shifted his gaze up and I told him, "Don't you dare spill a drop on my carpet!"

He nodded and I started to piss. He was gulping away and suddenly had a little cough or something and a little spilled out of his mouth. He clearly realized he had allowed some to escape. I could see it in his eyes. When I finished, I yelled, "I just told you not to spill a drop. But you went ahead and did. Can't you follow simple orders and proper procedures? You apparently like getting punished." I unlocked the chain from his ankle and grabbed his collar's D-Ring and dragged him to the Dungeon. He struggled to get to his feet while being dragged out of the bedroom. He was starting to cry at that point.

We made it to the dungeon. I switched his fist mitts to a pair of hanging wrist restraints,that make it easier to hang a slave by his wrists. I attached them to a spreader bar and clipped the cable from the ceiling to the middle of the bar. I raised him up off the floor by about a foot. At this point he started crying harder and begging not to be beaten. He went on and on and also saying he was so sorry, it was a cough. I ignored his antics. I attached his ankles together and also to the floor. I went and selected a paddle, flogger, and riding crop. I returned to him. He was still facing away from me and I started with the flogger. It is a nice heavy flogger that lays on a heavy wallop, but of course does not break the skin, but does create some welts and very sensitive red skin for a couple of days. He usually loved to get flogged, but today he must have realised it was going to be a very heavy flogging. this flogger certainly gets your attention and it does not take much time for a novice to start to really feel it. I had already completed a few strokes and he was already crying hysterically, apologizing, saying it would never happen again, etc. etc.

I demanded quite loudly, "What did the slave do wrong?"

"Spilled your precious piss Master. I'm so sorry Master."

"Did the slave forget what the instructions were?"

"No Master."

"So you ignored what you were told to do."

"No Master, it was the cough."

The paddle can be a serious instrument, but I picked it up and it went into action. I paddled his ass 20 times. He was beyond himself in pain and hysterics. After those 20, I selected the riding crop. I hit each cheek alternating between the two. He was jumping as much as he could and his voice was getting hoarse from all his screaming. After his ass I went around front to look at him and his condition. His head was just hanging down, with tears dripping off his face. I flicked his clit a few times which made him jump even more than when I was paddling his ass. Then I brought the crop up from under and flicked the clit from underneath. I quickly moved up to his nipples. I struck each one fairly hard. I think he was at breaking point. I hit his thighs, front and rear, and also his armpits.

By this stage he was screaming and begging, PLEASE, NO MORE MASTER, I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE MASTER! I'LL BE GOOD MASTER, I PROMISE! I WONT DO IT AGAIN MASTER! I ONLY WANT TO OBEY YOU SIR! PLEASE NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE MASTER! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME MASTER!

I left him hanging there for a while as I put the tools away. I had to decide how to act after this part of the punishment. All I really wanted to do right then was to let him down and hug him. I waited until he was silent. I walked to the front of him and told him to look in my eyes. "Are you ever going to waste my piss gift to you again?"

He quietly said, "No Master, never."

"So you are saying you have learned your lesson?"

"Yes Master."

"We'll see slave. I am so disappointed in you this morning and I have not even eaten yet. Because of your carelessness my morning has been severely disrupted."

"Yes Master, I am so sorry Master. Please don't hate me Master. I didn't want to upset you or disappoint you Sir."

"I am going to let you down. When you are un-tethered, I want you to crawl to the box. You are going to be in it until I let you out. No diaper this time. You better hold your piss, which will be a struggle for you since you have not pissed yet."

I let him down, un-clipped his wrists and took off the restraints. I put on his fist mitts and locked them behind his back. I untied his ankle restraints from the chain on the floor. I put the Sensory Deprivation hood on him and secured it tightly. I just shouted "GO."

He crawled over feeling his way and continued crying, and he backed into the box. I strapped him in tight so he couldn't move. I closed the front and latched it closed. That was his third time in the box, but his first as a punishment. The other two were for endurance training.

I went and had breakfast. I checked my emails and did some other work. It had been over 2 hours and I could only faintly hear him, but he was still apologizing and asking to be let out. Saying things like, "I will be a good slave Master. Please don't hate me any more." I figured it was time to get him out. I went in and opened the box and told him to crawl out. I un-clipped the fist mitts and took them off then the hood followed. I looked in and there was no puddle. I told him to go have a piss. He crawled over to the bathroom since I didn't tell him to stand. Good Boy I thought. I watched him piss and then told him to get his enema table out and set it up. While he was doing that I filled the bag and hung it on the stand. He hopped up when I told him to and put his legs in the stirrups. I lubed the nozzle and slid it in. I was not using a retention balloon any longer as he is had enough experience to hold it. We didn't speak or chat this time, like we usually do. I didn't bother with a shower either.

When he was done and he drank his enema water, I told him to get to the kitchen fill his bowls and eat. I sat down with my laptop in the recliner. He knelt at his bowls and didn't move.

"Why aren't you eating slave?"

"Master Sir, Master has not given me my first piece Master."

I got up walked over grabbed a piece and put it in his open mouth. "Eat."

While I was pretending to be doing work, I was thinking of the next step for him. After his cleaning, I decided he should do some rimming. I was clean so I knew there wouldn't be a taste issue. It would help him get past what had just happened.

When he was finished, he just knelt in place. I told him to carry his bowl to the dishwasher and fill his water bowl and place it in its spot by the wall. He came over and knelt in front of me.

"Dickcheese, my slave, into the bathroom and brush your teeth." I followed him in and felt his head but decided that there was not enough stubble to bother with today. It could wait until tomorrow. I told him to start his shower. He got in and made it obvious he didn't like his cool water. It wasn't completely cold yet, I was still easing him into that, but it was real close. I watched him again and had him air dry as usual.

I told him to follow me. I took off my shorts and I sat in a chair. I scooted forward and leaned back. I brought my legs up and over the arms. I told him to kneel down. I then told him to put his nose at my asshole. He hesitated. I said loudly "NOW." He leaned in and stuck his nose at my hole. I told him to breathe in deeply. After several sniffs I told him to stop.

"Smells good to you," I stated.

I then told him to lick my entire crack up and down and down and up. He started licking. He was doing well cleaning my crack. I asked him what was in the crack there? He said he couldn't remember other than butt. I told him my butt is the whole backside two cheeks and a crack between. "What is the pucker in the crack?" I asked him.

He looked at it and said, "Oh yea Master, it's a poo hole."

I told him that he was wrong but sort of right for a baby. I told him it was his Master's asshole or shit hole and I wanted him to kiss his Master's asshole, where the shit comes out. He tentatively did so, and I told him to continue. Which he did.

"Now I want you to lick it and play with it with your tongue."

He started, and while doing so I encouraged him to make love to my asshole. "Tease it with your pussy tongue. Now I want you to stick your tongue inside my asshole. Curl your tongue and stick it right in. When you get it in, move it around and feel for any shit nuggets in there."

He was trying to get it in and I ordered him to stiffen his tongue and get it inside my asshole immediately! He finally made it in. I told him to open his mouth wide and get more in. He was in, and I told him to move it around. I told him to pull out and lick it around again. "Make your Master proud of you."

He was working away really hard and I was loving the attention. "Back in now" and he did. Oh god that was feeling so good.

"Make Master feel good, make love to his asshole. Make love to my asshole slave." After about 30 to 45 minutes, he was getting fatigued. I told him to stop. I told him, "Dickcheese, you did okay for your first time. We will have to practice more." I got up and told him to stay there.

I got a dildo modeled on my hard cock and balls. It has a suction cup at the bottom. I stuck it to a mirror and told him to come over and kneel in front of his Master's cock. I told him to make love to Master's cock and show it what the slave had been learning. He was to work on his technique. He got closer and started in. He started at the balls, licking them and playing with them in his little hands. He started licking up the shaft and brought the head in and was working it with his tongue.

"Don't forget the piss slit slave," I reminded him.

After a bit of that, he started to work it into his mouth further. An in and out motion started and I could see his cheeks sucking in, so I knew he was sucking. I urged him to go a little further now. He went in a bit more, repeating the bobbing.

"Further in now slave."

He went in and it hit the back of his throat. He sort of choked and his eyes were watering.

"Back up and do it again. Push past that gag reflex. Practice makes perfect!"

He went back down on it and again started to choke. I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed a bit. He was well into the choking and not able to breathe phase. I told him to relax while it was back there and try to breathe through his nose. He tried it but with the little guy panicking he was not winning that battle. I pulled his head back, let him recover, and started over again.

We continued to work on his gag reflex.

"We need to continue to work to overcome that gag reflex Dickcheese. You WILL end up with a cock all way the down your throat some time soon. That is a proper blow job. I want you to keep practicing on your own. I have a camera recording it and you are going to watch it later."

I went to the living room and watched on my tablet. He kept at it and was gagging himself routinely now. I silently kept encouraging him to go farther. After the rimming and now this, I knew his jaw was getting very fatigued. I finished making notes in his file and closed it down. I got up and went over to him. I told him to stop and sit back just saying "Slave needs practice." He was obviously in some discomfort. "Go to the middle of the dungeon."

I went over and grabbed a hood with a mouth opening only. I slipped it over his head and laced it up tight. I told him to go to the chair where I would be. He must have been thinking distance and direction before he started. He crawled over but missed me in the chair by several feet. Pretty good for the first time. I told him to come to my voice and kneel and relax. "Hands behind your back now." I got up and grabbed his wrist restraints and put them on him and clipped them together.

We were quiet for a while. I then asked, "What did slave do this morning? Start from the beginning." He said he spilled his Master's morning piss.

"Yes you did. Next?"

"Master, I will never do that again Master."

I said, "We'll see."

We went through everything he experienced today.

He said, "I was grossed out having to lick Master's poo hole."

"Asshole." I said.

"Yes Master, asshole. Then having to put my tongue inside was even "grosser" Master."

"But you followed my directions and did it, and without a fuss. And you didn't gag or throw up."

"Yes Master. Then I was put in the box again for being bad."

"Yes you were. You were hooded though but with no recordings playing in your head. How did you feel."

"Bad Master, that I let you down and made a big mistake Sir."

"I allowed you to sleep in my private bedroom and for that I was thanked by you spilling piss on my carpet. That's some thank you you gave me." He hung his head and I could tell he was crying again.

"What were you thinking about when you were boxed?"

"I was mad at myself for letting you down and upsetting you Master. Master, I will make sure to seal my lips tightly all the time in future Sir."

"What are you?" I asked

"Master, Your slave Master."

"Correct. What is your one and only purpose from the time you were enslaved to the day you die?"

"Master, to do what I am told to do to make my Master's life happier, easier, and more fulfilling Sir."

I told him he was correct and asked him what about his wants and needs? "When do you ever put yourself first?"

"Never Master, slave is not supposed to have wants or needs Master. Master slave never puts itself first Master."

"Do you ever get mad at Master for what you are or what you are doing?"

"Um Master, no I guess not Master."

I told him that he was almost correct. "Your wants are never considered and are secondary to your Master's, and in fact all free people. You are just a slave. A piece of property, like a table, or a book, or anything else that your Master or Owner owns. Your value is only how well you perform and serve. If you don't perform properly what use are you? Your owner has every right to dispose of you. Sell you to someone else, or sell you to a mining company so you would work underground, never seeing the light of day ever again. I suggest you come to terms with what you are and what I am trying to do here with you."

"What are you going to be the rest of your life?"

"Master it will be a slave, Master."

I told him he was correct and asked who would be his master.

"Master, slave doesn't know Sir. Master, slave will be sold to some free person and then it guesses it will know then Sir."

"Correct again." I asked slave had it come to realize that it was a slave, and in fact, would always be a slave?

"Master, Yes Master."

I checked he really did and what it meant to him?

"Master, that it was taken and made into a slave. Master, slave can't play with its friends it had before. Master that slave doesn't get to go to school no more. Master that slave can't do what it wants. Master it always has to do what someone else tells it to do. Master that it can't be a regular boy."

I reminded him he meant "free boy". It was never free to make its own decisions, those would be made for it. Slave would not be a fireman, policeman or anything else it may have thought it wanted to be when slave grew up. Slave will have an owner who will tell it what it is and what it does. That superior person will direct what slave does every day. "What Next?"

Master, that slave will be owned by a superior free person.

"What did that mean," I inquired.

Master, I guess it will be owned like a dog or cat.

"Well, that is probably a good analogy."

"Master, a what Sir?"

"Okay, by comparing what you are to a cat or dog, was a very good job. Especially dogs, they are owned by their Masters and are taught tricks etc. They know how to sit down and all that. You will know how to stand, how to present yourself in different situations, when to kneel down, when and how to present yourself for inspections, etc. You will know how to properly greet free people, other Masters and Mistresses, and other slave boy properties. More?"

"Master it will have to do what it is told all the time. Master, slave will do chores and work around the house or whatever. Master, slave will only do what it's told to do."

"And what if you don't?"

"Master, slave will get punished Sir."

I asked if he had liked getting punished like he had been that day.

"No Master, not at all Sir. Master, it was scary and it hurt real bad. And then slave was boxed, and it hated it. Master it is like the worst thing in the world Sir."

"Why was that Dickcheese?"

"Master 'Cause slave couldn't be with you and it missed you when slave was put away like that. Master, slave hated that more than anything Master."

"I see Dickcheese. So you will be a good slave and make me and your future owner happy, every minute of every day?"

"Master, yes Master Sir."

"Okay then. Do you have anything else to say slave?"

"No Master I guess not Master. Oh. Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Master, could you please hold me some Sir? Master I know I should never ask for anything 'cause you told me slaves never ask for anything Sir, but I'm really scared."

I told him I thought he was a big boy. That's what he'd said.

"I know Master, but I still am only a kid I guess, and I don't know what else." He started to cry again quite heavily.

"Well, how about this slave? We will go to the living room and I will hold you on my lap in the recliner."

"Sir?"

"What now slave?"

"Master, can we recline, so it can lay on Master?"

I told him that I would give him that privilege this time. I led him to the recliner and told him to stand still. I got a bottle of piss and put the nipple on it. I sat down and pulled him on top of me and he put his arms around me and started to cry again quietly. I tilted his head and slipped the nipple in his mouth. He started suckling right away. I hoped it would calm him down. He finished his bottle and apparently fell asleep. A while later I woke him up and took his leather hood off. "It's time to wake up slave boy. Time to think about dinner."

He was quiet and subdued the rest of the night and very attentive.

The next afternoon, I decided we would get in a few minutes of playing catch again I told him to put his uniform on and get ready to go. He did so. I came out of the dungeon carrying leg restraints and the neck corset. I put them on him and grabbed the 2 baseball gloves, and led him out of the cottage. We played catch for quite some time. He just loved throwing the ball. Me, well, not so much. He seemed so in his element and really seemed pretty good at it. He is much better than I could ever be. I had tried to learn with my master dad, but I wasn't motivated to throw a ball and didn't enjoy it at all. Since Dickcheese came however, I had gotten a bit better at throwing and catching but I would still not be considered good at it. He tries not to laugh at me, but I know he is, even when he tries not to show it. I led him back inside and removed the leg irons and neck corset. Getting him out always seemed to perk him up.

Once back inside, he removed his uniform as usual. I had him stand up and told him what to make for dinner for me, and if he needed help, to let me know. "Don't let me down Dickcheese."

"No Master it never wants to do that ever again Sir." While he was working away, I was watching the TV news on my laptop with earbuds in so he wouldn't hear. Slaves have no business and no reason to know what was happening anywhere except in its Master's domain.

He came over and knelt down in front of me as required.

"Yes?"

"Master, Master's meal is ready to be served Sir."

"OK. I will be there momentarily."

I sat down at the table and he set my plate down. As required, he stood to the side and waited on me. When I was finished, I got up and retired back to my recliner. I specifically didn't say anything about his meal or eating. He cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher, and set it to run. He came over and knelt in front of me and bowed his head. I left him kneeling there for several minutes. I looked up at him and asked, "What does slave need?"

He simply said, "Nothing Master, slave is just waiting for instructions Master."

"Good slave. Kneel beside me." He moved over and knelt down again.

I had to come up with something to do that evening. He had had a long day. I told him to stand up and follow me to the kitchen table. I told him to sit in one of Master's chairs. He sat with his hands in his lap. I gave him a pencil and a piece of paper that was going to be it's answer sheet. I then gave him some simple math problems. Not really knowing how far they teach in fifth grade, I thought I would see what he could figure out. Each question was Master/slave and BDSM related, of course. His whole life is concentrating on slavery.

1. If a Master has 10 slaves and sells off 2 of them, but buys 4, how many slaves does he now have?
2. If a slave has 12 chores to complete in 8 hours, after 4 hours how many should have been completed?
3. If your owner has 13 pieces of bondage equipment to use on a slave, and he has already used 4 of them, how many are left for the slave to look forward to being locked into?

There were 12 questions in all.

I told him to read each question carefully out loud, and then figure out the answer to the question, and write it down on the answer sheet. I told him if he had a problem reading the problem or any of the words, he must raise his hand, and I would help him out. I sat across from him while he was working. He started off and seemed to be doing okay. He had several words he didn't know and raised his hand. He pointed to the word and I read it to him, and described it or explained what it was. He finally finished. I took the answer sheet and started checking his work. He was so excited he was slightly bouncing in his seat. He couldn't wait to see how he did. I found it interesting, he did say he loved school and his teachers. I guess he had been truthful. He did well. He got a couple wrong, but when I went over it with him, he understood where he went wrong in figuring it out. This confirmed that he knew basic math. I would record that in his file after I put him to bed. We were close to his bedtime. I didn't share with him of course, but he had Mistress pleasuring class tomorrow with other slaves and sissies. Slaves don't need to know what they will be doing until they need to do it. I had a half hour before I would put him to bed. I decided to see how his reading and comprehension was. I used one of the slave comics and had him read it to me. His reading was good, I guessed he was at a fifth grade level. That should be enough for a future Owner to use if he wanted to give lists or something whatever to the slave and he would be able to read it.

It was getting late and he had not eaten so I told him to fill his food bowl. After he was ready, I gave him his first piece and then he ate it all and drank his water.

I led him to the dungeon and told him to brush his teeth and wash his face and hands. I then told him to piss, as I watched while I was deciding what to put him in for the night. I led him over to his sleeping cage, unlocked his boots and told him to take them off but leave the socks on. While he was doing that, I selected his fist mitts, a leather muzzle with a built in ball gag, and some heavy rubber pants. I helped him put his feet in the pants and pulled them up to his knees to make sure they were straight. Then I pulled them the rest of the way up and seated them around his waist and buckled and locked them on. I stood back and drank in the beauty radiating off him. I told him to put his boots back on and lock them. I then locked fist mitts on him and brought up the muzzle. I told him to open his mouth and I slid the ball in and then brought the leather up under his chin and attached the straps around his head and locked them and locked the collar on. I was going to get the leg sack, but I decided he needed some better sleep and decided against it. Maybe another night. I told him to slide in and I closed and locked the door. I told him that I was much happier with him today than the day before, but I was proud of the way he had taken his punishments. I told him that I hoped they wouldn't be necessary too often, as I didn't enjoy them either. It was up to him to avoid future punishments. I told him to try and get a good night's sleep. He nodded.

Chapter 11
Pleasuring A Mistress

The following day was Dickcheese's class on Pleasuring a Mistress. I needed to get him to the class room at 8:30am. I got up a bit early today and did my usual. I then went to wake him up. He was still sound asleep. I opened the door and reached in and shook him awake.

"Time to wake up Dickcheese, you have a class to take today, so we need to get you ready."

He woke up slowly today. I was gathering he slept well enough with his legs in those thick rubber pants. He tends to sleep on his side with his legs curled up as much as the cage allowed. Anyway, I pulled him out and unlocked, and removed the stiff heavy pants. I then removed his fist mitts and lastly the muzzle. I said good morning to him and he said the same back.

We were off to the bathroom for his morning routine. Brush teeth, piss, enema and drink a glass of his waste water, and then clean. This time I went in the shower with him. It is pretty cold water now. Unfortunately, I like my showers hot and steamy. I soaped and washed him thoroughly. Then I told him to do me. With some kneeling and bending down etc., he finally washed me and we both rinsed off. I told him to hop out and grab a towel. I stepped out and told him to dry me. Then I told him to use the same towel to dry himself off. I told him it was a privilege.

I told him to bend over, which he readily did. I lubed a medium plug and started to work it into him. That one was still a struggle as he has not adjusted well to the widest part yet. Once in I decided that a plug harness would probably be a good idea today.

I told him to go make my breakfast and let me know when it was ready, also to get his chow and water ready. I told him he could drink right now if he needed and then to refill the bowl. I grabbed my laptop to see if anything was urgent. There were always pics shared of our slaves and general talk etc. between the Trainer Masters. Nothing earth shattering so I was shutting it down when Dickcheese came and knelt in front of me. I acknowledged him and he told me that my breakfast was ready. I sat down and ate. He stood beside the table against the wall. When I finished I gave him his first piece and told him to eat.

I went to get dressed. Today I will wear our training Master dress uniform. It is either leather or rubber. Today I figured I would do leather. It is a white leather uniform shirt with military style creases and dark blue pocket covers. Dark blue leather pants were next. I put on my dress boots and put on my uniform jacket last. The uniform jacket is of a motorcycle look and coordinates with the uniform. There are pins indicating how many slaves you have successfully trained and graduated. I have a very good number for someone with my years of training. Most of my slaves had graduated early, and as I started so young I have managed to train many more slaves than any other Training Master of my age.

Dickcheese was kneeling in the cleaned kitchen by his water bowl as I had not given him any further instructions. I told him to go get a new uniform from his uniform cabinet. That way it would look fresh and shiny. His boots are kept well conditioned and shined by him daily. He brought it back and I told him "Dress". Once dressed, I attached shined up rubber wrist restraints and rubber ankle restraints. I thought a little different look today would be good. Rubber over leather boots looks good, but not as good as leather on leather. At least in my mind. I looked him over to see if he should wear anything else. Since he will be using his mouth and needs mobility etc. hood and and additional collar wouldn't work well. AH, I thought. A bondage belt over his bare mid-section. I told him to stay and I went and grabbed a rubber one that would look good with his uniform. It is a wide belt about 5 inches [12½ cm] wide. It has yellow trim at the top and bottom edges and 4 locking buckles front and center. The buckles are yellow and black. I told him to pull his stomach in just a bit and put it on him. I locked it so it was just tight enough that it was compressing his waist a bit. I stepped back and thought that it was a wonderful look on him.

I clipped his hands behind his back and attached the lead and off we went. We got there slightly early, but the place was already pretty busy. Masters talking to each other, with their slaves knelt beside them. Masters checking their slaves for stray hairs that shouldn't be there, and plucking them out if found. Others were allowing their slaves to whisper to another slave while the two masters chatted. There were also some young sissies there with one of the Masters that trains the sissies.

I had Dickcheese take a look at the sissies. I told him those are boy slaves being changed into simpering sissies. He just stared at them. I leaned back down and told him, those sissies were just like he was when he arrived. What he saw, would be their lives from now on. The only boy part they would have left, if they were lucky, was their clit. Most I understand, lose their ovaries (testicles) early on. It helps them settle in to their new identity as a sissy.

So, as I said, they were again pretty young, I was guessing that they were new arrivals, as their hair was still pretty short, although it was cut in a little girl pixie or whatever they call it. They were all in pink dresses with very narrow waists. I wouldn't have thought that the young boys would be put into corsets so early, but I was wrong. Their handlers knew much better than I did about how to create sissies the most effective way. They were all on leashes held by that one Master. They were I was guessing wearing 3 inch heels that were locked on, and the heel was just a spike really. Very narrow. I had no idea how they were doing it. There was also a lightweight short chain between each of their ankles. They must make them walk a whole lot. Practice, Practice, Practice, right? They were all looking pretty scared and very humiliated. I was sure at that point, they were still seeing themselves as boys in dresses. They had ball gags in and their little hands in white lace gloves were tied behind their backs. I suspect it was the first time they had been out and about, being seen by other Masters and slaves or anyone else for that matter.

We had been here for several minutes. I was pointing people out to Dickcheese. I was mentioning slave positions that the slaves were in, to help reinforce his training thus far. That was the first time that Dickcheese had seen other Masters and slaves up close, except when we were out walking etc. I had not even taken him to the cafe since his induction. I always waited until the slave was far enough along not to embarrass me. I saw my best friend, Master Donahue with Fuckface come in. He spotted me and came right over. We shook our gloved hands. Fuckface knelt down, as did Dickcheese, and both greeted the other master properly. We both acknowledged them. They then moved back and knelt beside their own Master. It was getting closer to the start of the class. I led my slave to one of the little padded mats that are on the floor for the slaves to kneel on. I knelt down in front of him.

I un-clipped the wrist restraints and told him the class he was about to take was about giving a Mistress oral pleasure. I asked if he was at all familiar with a Mistress's sex organs and parts.

He said "Oh no Master not at all." He looked up at me with watery eyes.

I asked him why he was on the verge of crying.

"Master, slave didn't want a Mistress. Master, slave wants to be owned only by you Master, if he has to be a slave. Master couldn't he just serve me. If he had to be a slave, he could probably serve some other Master he didn't know, when he was sold, but not a girl Master."

I told him he still had to learn this. What if his Owner had a wife or a girl friend. It would probably have to please them both. It would be rude and a breach of protocol, if it didn't serve her or if it had to but it didn't know how.

He said he hadn't thought of that, but he had never seen a girl before. I told him that was why he was there. I explained this would be one of several classes on pleasuring a Mistress and one day slave would see a Mistress in the flesh as a final exam. Since she was the instructor Mistress she would remain clothed. She would probably start with pictures and diagrams to go through the anatomy and pleasure points for a Mistress. She would eventually use lifelike practice training aids. Once it was determined that slave was proficient enough with those replicas, slave would then have to perform on a real Mistress. So, no more tears from it. He would be fine and I expected it to pay attention and learn as much as it could. It should kneel up and look up once the class started. It would also be surrounded by other slaves doing the exact same thing. I would be in the back of the room for a little while. I would leave, but would come back and pick it up at lunch.

"Yes Master."

I got up and stood with the other Masters at the back. The instructor entered the room and said good morning to the slaves. "I am Mistress MacDonald. I am your Instructor Mistress today."

All the slaves answered "Good Morning Mistress MacDonald." I couldn't tell if Dickcheese greeted her or not but I was sure he would. She then started the class by telling the slaves what they would learn by the end of the series of classes. She told them they should feel honored that the Institute cares so much about them, and values them so much, that they do things like this and bring in Mistresses to further their education. When she had their attention the Masters all filed out. Most of us went down to the cafeteria (Cafe for short) and had some coffee and breakfast. I just had coffee, since I ate at home. We took our jackets off and were all relaxed and chatting. The TVs in the room were showing the class that our slaves were taking. I was asked many times about how my slave was doing. It was nice to get together with other Masters in a social setting. I had not attended other gatherings as I was not yet comfortable to take Dickcheese to Master gatherings as slaves were locked in a cage with ear plugs and a sensory deprivation hood, so they could not hear or see Masters in a casual setting. We would work up to that. With his extreme need to know that I was with him or just in the next room, I hadn't felt it appropriate up to then.

I got up and excused myself as I had some decorating to do in my dungeon. I walked home carrying my jacket. We are not supposed to do that when in dress uniforms, but it was warm in the sun wearing all leather.

I got home and pulled out the posters and pictures. The posters are of a positive encouraging nature. Picture a black background, with white Bold Letters: Discipline, Submission, and Obedience, Make Slaves Happy and Satisfied. Or a similar one. White Letters on a black background: Some Men are Born to Rule, and Some were Born to Serve. Here is another, His Control is My Release. All are in black metal frames behind glass. I had some nice pictures of boys who were tattooed with "SLAVE" on their chest, or on their spine just above their ass, or right above their clit. I had several of Masters shaving their boy's heads. I had several of boys being used as urinals. A couple of a slave rimming and actually consuming Master's shit. I had several of naked boys in chastity cages and full chastity belts.

I got them all hung up, cleaned, and ready to be appreciated by Dickcheese when he got back. I turned on the TV and thought I would watch something, but apparently I never watched anything as I had no memory of what was on. When I got back to the here and now, I turned it off and left. I walked back to the classroom. I entered the back and there were only a couple of other Masters there yet. One was the handler of the sissies. I was listening to the lecture. Each slave was holding an anatomically correct and realistic looking and feeling training aid. I didn't realize that that day's class would use those. Some, like Dickcheese were holding it at arm's length. They were all listening attentively, perhaps because the classroom monitor was holding a long cane. I wondered how often he had had to make use of it to get the slaves paying such strict attention. Several minutes later the Training Mistress stated that the morning session was over and the slaves' Masters would soon be there to lead them off for lunch by their leads. All slaves stayed kneeling with bowed head and most put their hands behind their back. The monitor went to one slave touched its arm and said very loudly, "Proper Position. Hands behind your back, head bowed, NOW." All other slaves heard and those who weren't already in position complied as well.

I walked over to Dickcheese and bent down. "Dickcheese, It's Master." I clipped the leash on his collar and told him to stand up. He stood and kept bowed. I asked him how it went and had he learned anything?

He said, "Okay, Yes Master."

I asked him if he was hungry and thirsty and he said he was.

"I am taking you to the cafe to eat, come along." I went to the slave area where there were empty slave bowls. I held one under the slave chow dispenser and it filled up the bowl with a portion of nuggets. I handed it to Dickcheese to carry. I picked up another metal dog dish and went to the slave water dispenser to fill it with slave water. As you can probably guess, it contained a 50/50 mix of piss and water. I also got a plastic glass, and held it under the Slave Juice Dispenser, and it automatically dispensed warm piss.

I carried them over to a table next to an open seat. I told him to kneel and placed his bowls down on the floor and then stay in position and wait. I gave my order to a waiter slave. All us Masters had a lovely meal of top notch cuisine. I chatted with the other Masters. All the slaves were standing in serving position just waiting. As I was finishing, I handed Dickcheese the glass of piss. It wasn't mine and I had no idea of the flavor, so I looked at his face. He drank it and showed a slight cringe but it wasn't really noticeable. I reached down and grabbed a nugget and fed him and told him to eat. He knelt down and dug right in. I guess he was hungry. He finished the water too. I figured he would need to piss. I led him to the slave urinals, since he wasn't locked up yet. All piss in the main house, training areas, and kitchen area is collected in the basement and stored for consumption by slaves later. The tall apartment building had little "urinals" where the slave would stick his clit or cage if he had been locked up in, all that piss was also stored for slave consumption. Out cottages were not equipped like that as they were the original training spaces.

I watched him piss and asked him what had he learned so far.

He had watery eyes all of a sudden, and said, "Gross Mistress sex parts."

"Why did you say they were gross. They are perfectly normal. He said,

"Master it didn't like it, and it couldn't ever think of liking it either. There is too much down there and slave hated to have to look at, but having to touch it, was even worse Master."

I told him I thought he was saying a Master's cock and asshole are better and more attractive to him and he would rather fully serve a Master.

"Oh Yes Master! Slave thinks they all must look gross, if they all look like that thing it had to touch."

I told him it was only a 3 class topic, and he would just have to suck it up and learn to be proficient at serving a Mistresses.

It's head drooped, "Yuck, Yes Master."

I told him I had and would continue to put in his record his preferences, but again, I couldn't guarantee they would be taken into consideration. I took him back to the classroom and had him kneel down and wait for class. I told him I would be back to lead him home afterwards.

On my out of the building, I put in my food requisition that would be delivered to my cottage by one of the kitchen slaves. I decided I would like a change of scenery.

I went to the motor pool and checked out a vehicle. The institute had SUVs that we could use. All of them had one or two cages in the back for the slaves. I just drove around. The whole area was fairly wooded, so it is pretty and relaxing to drive through. There are several parks around, and one with a lake for fishing. I went to that one. I was sitting on the dock or fishing pier and just relaxed and decompressed a bit I guess.

I was thinking of my Dad and decided to give him a quick call to say hello. He now lived a couple of hours away. (I will tell you about him later). I told him about how Dickcheese was doing, how cute he was and my thinking that he was a natural. He agreed that the kid was making remarkable progress. After going through the finer points of his training, he said something I was not expecting.

He asked, "There is something else going on isn't there Son?"

I was sort of surprised because I thought I was just telling him everything in a detached way, the way it is supposed to be when training someone. I guess I was silent for a bit, then he said, "spill it." I asked what he was talking about or what he was thinking. He replied that there was a glow coming through the phone. The way I was describing the boy and training him, came through with a lot less detachment than normal or expected.

I finally said, "Dad, I don't know what has happened to me. This boy is so special in so many ways. It started the day he clung to me and held on tight during processing. I still don't know what it was, the way he looked at me, the way he held on, I just don't know. You know I always hold the little guys when they are hurting and so scared during that process. I don't know, but I think everything started back then between us. I listened to his question and answered, "No, Dad of course he doesn't know that I am feeling this way." I had never spoken of my feelings with him. I would never do that, that would be a disaster. "But Dad, he has said on numerous occasions that he loves me and wants to stay my slave not be sold. I know his amazing progress thus far is a direct result of him needing to please me." I explained everything I was thinking.

He listened, and said, "Son, that is very dangerous territory you are treading on. You have to get that under control."

"Did it ever happen to you Dad?"

"Only once Son."

"When was that, and how did it go?"

He said, "I don't know son, you tell me."

"OH." I told him I had to go pick Dickcheese up from his class.

He laughed and said if I was right about him, he would have the same reaction as I did about women, "Ugh!"

"Bye Dad!"

I got back a tad late after the class let out. Only a couple of Masters were still picking up their slaves. Donahue was still there with Fuckface, and he had Dickcheese kneeling on his other side. I apologized to Donahue for being late. He asked what I had been up to? I told him a phone call to Dad.

"Oh, great! How is he doing these days." I told him I would fill him in later, but it was time to get home.

I clipped the lead on Dickcheese and told him we were going home. I don't know what came over me, I just started walking away not even giving him time to get up. He struggled and stumbled a bit, but was finally able to catch himself and soon fell in line.

When we got home I hooded him again and sat down on the bondage bench. He was told to sit down were he was. I don't know why, but for some reason I always hooded him when I started asking him deeper questions. I quizzed him on the class. He told me what he remembered. He said it all with nothing but respect for the Mistress, but had disgust for the whole subject. He said to me, "Master, slave will do anything for you, or anyone, it guesses, but don't make me touch a real vagina or whatever it is called. The Mistress called it several things. Oh God Master, it is all so gross, slave knows it would rather die than have to do that for the rest of it's life."

I told him that I really totally understand, but he had to realize, he would have to be proficient in pleasuring a Mistress before it could pass the course. He just looked down. So, yup! Dad and I were right. He had the same basic reaction as I had.

He had been kneeling all day, so I decided a good walk would be good right about then. I switched hoods for a molded very heavy stiff rubber one with nose holes only. This hood has a blow up gag as well. You connect a bulb to the front fitting at the mouth and pump it up. It filled the whole oral cavity. It was amazing looking. It was molded like a face, but there was no sign of the eyes and mouth. It looks and is so stiff and thick. I loved the look on him. I clipped his hands behind his back and attached the lead, and off we went. I lead him around pretty quickly. We walked around the buildings and down the long drive and then back. It was a long route but that is what his legs needed. And maybe his brain too. Seeing nothing but black and being towed by a leash, can be a struggle for some. But my slave actually did just fine.

After he stripped off and I removed the hood, he made my simple dinner as usual. I told him to get me a beer during dinner. He stood pretty still now, just waiting for me to need something. I was sure it was boring for him, but that was a slave's life after all. After I finished, I fed him the first piece as usual and he ate his and cleaned up.

He had had a very long day so I decided it was time to put him to bed. I put him in the full sleep sack. He had worn the equivalent item but that just went up to the waist. Like one pant leg but wide enough for both legs. Anyway, I had him remove his boots after I unlocked them. I laid it out on the floor and had him sit down inside the middle and slide his legs down to the bottom. After that he needed to lean back and help put his arms into the internal sleeves. He laid down, and I did up the zippers and threaded the cord through the rings and pulled it snug. I then brought all the straps around him and buckled them up and locked each one. Overkill, I know, but I love seeing the locks. It makes it look finished.

I put a leather hood, with nose and mouth holes only, on him and struggled to get him into the cage. It was a bit of work but I finally got him in and situated. I leaned down and told him to think about how he would deal with being owned by a Mistress or Master. But, to not think too long, he had had a long day. I told him to try to get some sleep and wished him a good night.

I went back to the living room and grabbed a beer. I then sat down in my recliner and slowly reclined back. Oh, that was what I needed. I was thinking of what to do that evening. I was suddenly back deep inside my head. I had always wondered what caused that to happen. I eventually realized I had been doing it as a young boy. I would go inside my head where it was safe and I felt secure. It was a place where felt I could sort things out, try to figure out a way to get away from the bad things happening, how to get away from that man who said he was my father, imagining what a real family would be like, imagine what it would be like to play with other kids, what it would be like to play on a playground, what it would be like to feel loved, and I played make believe games in my head, etc.

At some time point, I eventually realized I spent a whole lot of time in my head. I always had had a lot of time on my hands with nothing to do. I guess going inside myself was a refuge for me. I really had nothing else in my life and nothing else that I had control of really. I wanted to be in control. Of my life, my current circumstances, and my future. I knew I had to get away from that man and make my way in the world. I couldn't rely on anyone. Everyone had failed me. I was or would be on my own, really. I knew I could do it. I would survive and make a name for myself. I was NOT going to be a victim any more.

I was going to be in charge of myself and no one was going to stand in my way. I just didn't know how to achieve that. I was only 7 or 8 years old maybe, I actually didn't know how old I was. I really had no idea since there was no calendar ever, and no birthdays or holidays, or anything. I remember that man celebrating birthdays for people or himself, while I was confined to a corner, or box, a room, or some other way of keeping me out of the way, out of sight, but also from interacting with anyone. I watched people and studied how they acted, treated each other, interacted with one another, and how they conducted themselves, and I imagined how they felt. I identified what I saw as weaknesses and strengths in each person. I did not know what I was doing at the time. I was just observing without calling attention to myself and getting beaten. I had no idea at the time, where that would lead me.

Chapter 12
Early Life

By now, I was so deep inside my head looking back on my life. I think it is time to share who I am and the story of how I came to be Dickcheese's Training Master.

I don't have a lot of memories, or any good ones anyway, from my childhood. But for some reason, I remember fishing. I know actually why I have the memories I do. To be honest, my life sucked from day one. I never knew my mother. I don't know anything about her. My sperm provider "father" never had a good thing to say about her, other than she spawned me. So I had to assume he WAS my "father." A drug dealing, drug mule "father" who was into anything and everything that would make him a buck. A young high school drop out with a baby. Who would ever imagine that would end well. I understand he fucked my mother early in high school and somehow, for some reason, ended up with custody. From what I was told, he didn't have any idea on how to raise or take are of a kid. Frankly he wasn't even able to take care of himself. The only time I was apparently safe and not being abused was when we were fishing together. For some reason that was a place and activity that apparently let him relax and be, I don't know really, a dad? Who knows. Anyway, he treated me like a regular little boy for those few hours. No yelling, no slapping, just fishing. I don't remember ever catching anything, but I had my little fishing rod in my hands and would watch my float bobbing on the water, hoping for a fish so my dad would like me. I still have so many questions about my childhood. Why did no one ever care about me? As I said, I never knew my mother or anything about her. I heard every crass awful thing my sperm donor ever said about her. I had no grandparents that I ever met. I don't know if they were even alive back then or not. Why no contact? Don't people expect a kid to go to school? Why didn't anyone call for help for me when I was dragged around by my sperm contributor covered in bruises, filthy dirty, and wearing rags. That was the way it was up the point where everything turned upside down.

My life changed pretty early, but it wasn't for the better. I think I was maybe 8 when he sold me, or traded me, or just used me to pay off a debt. He just told me he sold me and that I now belonged to this smelly guy. I distinctly remember that moment when I first laid eyes on this wanna-be. He wore what I would now call, a cheap suit, wore lots of rings on his fingers, slicked-back greasy hair, and apparently bathed in cologne (I called it perfume then). This guy apparently took me in to settle a debt that my sperm donor had incurred. Or at least, I think that was the situation. I remember being in a cage most of the time. It was more of a kennel, but it was a prison cage to me. There was never anything to do. I went several days without food or water. I was locked in that cage inside a locked room. I sure remember thinking I would die there. It was so boring. One day he dropped some paper and some crayons in my prison cage. He left no food or water or anything else other than that paper and crayons. I don't know why he did that. I did use up all the paper that was there. My drawings were of the outside. A lake with a dock. People fishing in a boat, etc.

There were a couple of women that came around every so often that helped clean me up and would give me some food and water. They told me they would help me get out, if they could figure out how and where to take me. I was caged almost all of the time. For some reason there was always porn on the TV in the room I was locked in. I learned the room was above an adult bookstore that had booths where the women worked. The women who came to care for me were workers who were concerned and cared when they learned the boss had a kid locked up upstairs, and was trying to get sell him to get his money back. When they heard I was there and not being cared for at all, they decided to quietly come upstairs and take care of me. What a lucky kid I was. Those women brought me food, gave me a wet rag to clean with, and made me feel a little better during the times they were there. They were the ones who gave me a little container to shit and piss in. I was an 8 year old boy (I think) who had already seen more hardcore porn than anyone should ever be exposed to. The movies or videos playing were mostly a Master and female slaves. There was a lot of bondage, torture, and every conceivable sex act that existed. I have no idea how long I was caged there, but it seemed like a lifetime. With that stuff being the only stimulation for a kid, he watches it. I couldn't understand why women would let themselves be treated that way. Then I noticed that I was really just watching the men "starring" in the video. They were big strong men, dominant, self assured, and confident. Pretty much everything my sperm donor wasn't. Then, really early one morning since it was still dark out, the two women who took care of me, came and got me out of my locked cage. They put me in the trunk of a car.

The next thing I knew I was brought to some building. I had no idea what it was. They explained it was a special boarding school. They cleaned me up and gave me good medical attention. I stayed in a room that had a real bed with rails along the sides. There was a TV, but they said it didn't work. I had never watched anything on TV other than porn, so I didn't really care. I was fed well and felt like a real person all of a sudden. I was getting 3 meals a day and I slept in a real bed. The food was so good, I wanted more each time I ate. I didn't remember ever having been in a bed before. Back to the food though, it was by far the best food I had ever had. I guess after being "raised" on convenience store food or fast food drive-thru I was fixated on the food.

Anyway, I remember being surrounded by men in that first room or office. They asked me a ton of questions. They wanted to know what I remembered about my sperm donor, any landmarks or other things I saw around wherever we were, any building names (buildings have names?), or the name of the park with the lake. They needed anything that would help the attorneys to identify me and my sperm donor. I remember crying and getting very angry that I didn't want and wouldn't be sent back. I begged and demanded they not send me back to him. They calmed me down, well one man calmed me down. He was so nice to me. I was scared at first, since I had never been held in a nice way before. I didn't know what he was going to do. He just held me until I calmed down. I remember thinking, wow, why couldn't this man have been my dad? That made me cry again. I was always good, I took the beatings and neglect, so why didn't I get a good dad. I felt cheated.

They asked about schooling. Did I know how to read or write? To all of which the answer was no. I told them I knew some letters though! Then they started asking me about sex stuff and what I saw on those videos. I shared everything I learned from those videos that were on 24/7 in my caged prison. All the bondage, torture, whipping, sticking a hand inside a woman slave in 2 places, getting pissed on and ladies drinking it, one man shitting on the lady and making her eat it, letting a dog fuck a lady, and every other nasty dirty thing one human could inflict on another, etc. I was okay with all that and their questions though, since I had those videos to keep me entertained and keep me company while I was caged up alone. I was told their attorneys would start investigating everything. I didn't know what attorneys were, so I didn't care. Unfortunately, I had no idea where I was from, where I was caged, who those people were, or even what was my sperm donor's last name. He was only ever just daddy back then.

The more important seeming men had selected that nice man who held me, to be my guardian. Out of all of them, he was the only one extremely eager to to raise me as his own son. He would eventually take on slaves again and train them, while raising me. I had no idea about the slaves or anything else here back then. It wasn't long before he was like a real father to me, as far as I was concerned. I love him dearly. He is one of the most strong, dominant, self-secure, loving, caring, smart, and humble people I know. He treated me how a father should. I know, I am biased, but as a young Master, he cared for, and nursed me back to health, physically, mentally, and emotionally. He taught me letters, words, and then how to make sentences. I could add and subtract numbers. He tried to really shield me from the boys living here. I remember begging him to let me play with the other boys. He said they were in classes and didn't have time to play. I remember seeing boys on leashes a few times, and thinking they must have done something real bad. They wore funny clothes too. I didn't understand most of what I was seeing when I looked out the window.

He took me off the property and we went to the movies. I had never seen a movie theater so that was mind blowing back then. Going to a restaurant was a new and weird thing. I had no idea that you went in places, I thought everything was drive through or convenience stores. He took me to a playground. I had seen other kids at them when I was young, but never got to play on one. I remember being told by the sperm donor that I was not good enough to get to do that. That I didn't deserve to have fun. Everything my new father exposed me to and explained to me, was thrilling and new! I had never known any of it and it opened up a whole new world to me. Things that had been before my eyes, but I had never taken in and had had no exposure to them previously.

In the beginning I didn't trust anyone. I was pretty hard on my then guardian. But he was patient and loving and I eventually came to realize I was not going anywhere and he was always there for me in a positive way. He was a former marine, and had then gone to university to become a teacher. It was not clear how he came to work for the Corporation or Institute. I was young enough not to care. I slowly put my sperm donor and most of what happened behind me, with his help of course. For a couple years he was just my dad. He started me on home schooling and I loved classes and learning everything. I eventually actually ended up graduating High School early. He was a task master for school work. I was soon excelling and actually got ahead of kids around my age. With the cottages only having 1 bedroom, I slept on a padded rubber mat with a nice pillow and blanket on the floor. I was in heaven, I had my own bed every night! I had a man I had learned to admire and who actually seemed to love me.

It was clear to him and the other Masters early on that, I was never going to be okay with being a submissive. That left them all wondering what to do with me. I wouldn't be able to just live with my "Dad" as I started to think of him. I would take nothing from anyone other than my "Dad". That thought settled and solidified when I was living with my "dad". Probably as a result of the neglect and all that time I was caged with porn as my only exposure to sex. Anyway, my dad explained bits and pieces over time, what the school really was and what its function was. He revealed that the Men here were actually Masters and the boys were all slaves. At that point, it was all making sense. The boys on leashes, wearing hoods and other bondage gear. When I started watching those videos I looked at the men as Masters and Doms. I had gotten to the point where I could recognize most of them from one video to another that they "starred" in. They were strong, self assured, no nonsense kind of guys. That was what I was going to be. I knew for sure then, I had always been the victim and I knew I would not let that happen to me again. The senior Masters here recognized this during and shortly after that first time when I was brought in. They decided I would not be chipped or tattooed. They decided I would be groomed as a Master, since I was so strongly leaning that way, and I was only 8 or 9. That was a first for the Corporation. It was or should have been unfathomable, but it wasn't. They decided to exploit a young impressionable, angry, determined, no known ties, and seemingly a very dominant boy.

I remember my new Dad talking to me a lot. There were lots of questions. I remember sitting in his lap or laying on him and watching TV. I felt so safe and secure. I felt loved for the first time in my life. I started to feel like he was my dad. He was strict, but he was very loving and nurturing to me as well. Once he was convinced I was a natural Master, he started to expose me to theories, practices, methods etc. Dad was told he had to start taking on slaves again and make money for the Institute. I remember the first slave Dad had after I started to live with him. I would have been around 10 years old I guess. Just before he went to meet the kid at intake, Dad sat me down and said he had held off as long as he was allowed, but that he needed to take in a boy to train to be a slave. That was how he made his money and how the Corporation survived. It never occurred to me back then, that I could have been one of those kids. I also definitely didn't think anything was wrong with the business this school was in. I guess with my messed up background, I thought all this was actually normal. I had even been sold once, so I just accepted all this as normal. I had learned through my home school classes and hearing what other students were saying and learning about their lives they all lived, that this wasn't the norm for everyone, but it was for me and where I was living. I bought in to all of it.

It was the most exciting, thrilling, and fascinating time in my life. I loved watching him train that slave boy for those many months or year or how ever long it was. I didn't really know, as time was flying by. It absolutely solidified that being a Master was the life for me. I was at the kitchen table working on school work when Master Dad brought in his slave boy. He looked about my age, but looked really sleepy and really scared. I was never allowed in the dungeon. I never stepped foot inside it. Master Dad did open his laptop to the video feeds, and I would watch it as I was doing homework or playing games on mine. That was how I saw all the equipment initially, and what the slave was going through. It was fascinating. I began to see the slave boy personally when it was eating it's slave chow next to my Dad's chair. I was forbidden to interact or speak with it, as he needed to only focus on his training. That made perfect sense to me. Then, as it progressed through its training, it learned to serve us both meals. I watched him in the flesh. I knew, I just knew, that I wanted a slave of my own. I wanted to do the same thing as my dad.

Master Dad and I had spoken a great deal about slavery and slave training, and the selling of the slaves, once they were ready or at age 16. He finally sat me down and said, to be the best Master, one should have been a good slave. I must understand and know what each activity, piece of bondage equipment, and each restraint feels like, what adhering to protocols was like, and what the slave is going through. I needed to know what the slave was feeling and learn to see what it would need, before it does. A Master must understand what the slave is going through first hand to be the best Master. Masters have to be able read a slave and understand where they are in their development. That all made perfect sense to me.

Chapter 13
My Own Slave Training

They had been glorious years living as a an actual loved boy with the man I called "Dad or Master Dad". As I have said, they hadn't known what to do with me initially. I was apparently the only boy they had come across that had had no submissiveness in him. But after that inital time it was decided by everyone above me, that I would spend time as a slave. I would go through the complete processing and be assigned a Training Master. I would not be chipped, tattooed, or given a new name however. So I was finally slave processed after his revelation that I needed to go through slave training. The elders of the organization, the Super Senior Masters, who own the corporation, worked with the senior Masters and training Masters, to develop a special program specifically developed for me. Master Dad sat me down and explained this too me. I was to become a slave trainee and he would be my Master. From then on he would be my Master and I was not to think of him as my dad. I just had someone to call Dad and now I was going to lose that.

I went through processing. It by no means was pleasurable. I had no idea the boys went through this when they arrived. I went through the same process as any slave intake. I just didn't get the chip and tattoo on the lower back of my neck. I was exhausted. I went through the process in one day. Master carried me home and the process started. I was sleeping in a sleep cage like the other slave was. I had to endure the enemas and cold showers. We would give each other our enemas while Master watched. Then he would check our cunts to be sure they were clean and dry. He was still training the other boy as well of course, but the slave was coming along quite well. The name he was assigned was "CuntLips." I was allowed to interact with him of course, as we were both in the dungeon now. CuntLips was quiet and all, but we got on okay. It took him a while to accept me, as I was the free boy who lived in the cottage part. We weren't really able to talk much as one or the other was gagged or occupied most of the time.

As I said before, I had grown to love dad now my Master, but this certainly did put a twist in our relationship and my psyche. I was treated just as any other slave would be in that situation. There was an exception however, I was still in home schooling. He made up a schedule where I would take the classes and do homework in the dungeon on top of my training. My days were very long for a 10 year old boy, now boy slave, an "it". I just did the school work while in some sort of bondage or restraint. I was caged at times, and certainly always for bed. That was a problem with me after having served time in that cage prison. He had to help me get over the panic attacks. He helped me understand that he was doing it with love, care, and for my training to be the Master I wanted to be, and not for any other reason.

Eventually I got better at being caged. I had to refer to myself as slave or even better as "it". I was always in some sort of bondage, and experienced everything that slave trainees go through for years. I just didn't endure it for years. I was subjected to beatings, paddling, whippings, boxing, everything was severe and extreme, long term bondage, extreme enemas, every piece of bondage and torture equipment, and every bondage device and attire. I had been trained to take Master's fist. I was happily drinking his piss every other morning and of course, whenever he decided. I also had to drink Cuntlips's as well. I licked his ass after every time he shat. I hated it but, what choice does a slave have. You endure and learn to get pleasure from your Master's pleasure and happiness. I was eventually trained to consume his shit. I threw up many times over. Eventually he said if I puked it up, I would have to lick that up as well. Well, I finally did it. I was retching and all, but I managed to hold it down.

The whole training was so intense, but amazingly throughout it all I knew this was NOT for me, that I should be doing this to someone else. Master treated me like any slave trainee and then some. I was always so tired and exhausted. Cuntlips mentioned one day that he felt lucky. He said he had it better than I did. His training was not so fast paced and so intense all the time. I just said, "Yes you are a luckier slave than me."

Master was accelerating the process to the fastest degree possible and faster than anyone had done prior. I really didn't understand the need to accelerate it for me. I wear welts on my back to this day from the whippings. Something real slaves don't get, as it would harm the sales price. If I ever failed or faulted, it was addressed immediately and sternly. He said he had to be more severe with me than a normal slave trainee. I had to understand what damage feels like as a slave, so I would not do that to my slaves.

I can't remember the number of times other Masters would visit and discuss me and my progress with Master, without even acknowledging me. Being such a novelty, there was a lot of interest. I remember those times, and it really pissed me off. I felt in my head and heart, that I was just as good as they were. I was one of them, even though I was not even a teenager, nor had I entered puberty, but I was getting close. I never felt any different to what I knew I was. I was NOT slave material. I was born to be a Master and own a slave. I had to serve other Masters either in Master's dungeon or in theirs. I was loaned out several times to other masters to learn their take on training, and learn different Masters' methods and thoughts. I hated it, but I did pick things up and got different perspectives. That sort of thing had never been done before or certainly not as far as the Institute knew at the time.

I think I was about 12 or 13 years old and had been his slave for, I am guessing 2 or 3 years, although, it could have been longer. I never was aware what day it was or how long I had been enduring each scenario. I know I was starting to go through puberty now and I was required to shave my entire body of the little stubble that was starting to grow, and I had mild acne. Cuntlips and I were made to shave each other sometimes. Master had explained what was happening to me and that it was perfectly natural and normal. I was becoming a Man! I was also clit caged. Anyway, one day Master had me put on my uniform. I was led in on my leash. I was hooded with blinkers so I could only see right in front of me, there was a penis gag, I was in a single sleeve so my arms were pulled back severely to the point my elbows were touching. I was in a leather uniform. I also had a neck corset locked on. I was in leg irons with the heavy leather leg splints. To say the least, I was in total severe bondage, but I had gotten used to it over time. It was no small task to walk there and it was slow going. My Master wanted to make a statement, I guess. I was just trying to follow Master.

I was led by Master into the Senior Masters board room or meeting room. I was stopped and put on the spot in front of the "Board". I could not do anything so I just stood there. I tried to bow my head but of course couldn't. It wasn't easy just standing and being stared at. There were many other Master Trainers there as well, I caught a glimpse of some of them on the way in. The room was packed to over flowing. I kept thinking to myself, why was I here? What had gone wrong? Had I been lied to and was I now going to be sold? I didn't know what was going on with all these Masters looking at me in front of some board of people. I sort of felt self-conscious and humiliated. But then suddenly, I didn't. I had endured so much to learn what a slave experiences, but I was not going to be one. I was going to a Master some day. I was just as good or could be just as good as all these Masters. I just knew it and believed it.

The administrator in the middle of the long table, looked at me and said, "Slave Sean, you have been lead here by your Master to review your progress as a slave, one who is working to become a Training Master trainee as the next step. You will then become a probationary Master and start to take on your own slaves to train. We have all read your progress reports, watched your training sessions, and have read what other Masters have said when they met and interacted with you during various sessions. All this has been submitted by your owner/Master and verified as correct and legitimate.

"You are an extraordinary boy, well, teenager we now know. We have never come across someone remotely like you. You are such a young person to have worked so hard to learn and absorb everything so well to this point, we are unanimously, at this point in time, officially changing your status from slave, to a Master in Training. You will continue to learn under the direction of your former Master Kennedy. You will act and conduct yourself as a Training Master from hence forth. Your Former Master and, I am sure all the Masters present, will gladly support you and guide you."

I was overwhelmed as I stood there taking this in. I was so excited I felt like bursting. He went on, "Master Mathews, will you do the honors of removing his restraints and the other equipment from our youngest Training Master in the history of our Corporation, Training Master Mathews."

Wait, what? I have a last name? I had never been told I had a last name.

Master came over with tears in his eyes, and unlocked everything and with the other Masters help, he took everything off, even the slave uniform. Master's closest friend, Master Sinclair came over carrying a bundle of leather. It was said that a Master should be clothed appropriately and look the part. I was in tears along with my master as I put on the leather shirt, pants, gloves, jacket and Master boots. I turned to my Master Dad and jumped on him hugging him for all I was worth. Not the picture of Manliness but there we were. He grabbed me and hugged and held me. He had tears streaming down his face too. I thought, I finally had a Dad who loves me, and also a Master I never thought I would ever have. That was a bit conflicting. We stayed like the for what seemed like forever. He just kept saying how proud of me he was. I just wanted to be held by him forever. I just couldn't let go. He was my everything, and I thought at that moment that I was losing him.

He looked at me and apparently knew what I was feeling, and said, "Son, I am not going anywhere. You, my son, are actually, my real son now. I am truly your dad and I will be there for you till the day I die."

I looked at him, and said "WHAT? What are you telling me? You're my dad? For real?"

He said, "Yes son it became official as of last week. You are legally my son now. The Corporation attorneys were able to identify you and work their magic, so I could adopt you. It was arranged, coordinated, and finalized last week. You are now officially Sean Kennedy Mathews."

I crooked my head, "Kennedy?"

He said that was his mother's Maiden name and he thought it would be the right thing to do. "I could never be prouder than I am right now. I am the luckiest man alive! I have the smartest, kindest, most dominant, caring son any dad would kill to have!" He spoke loudly for everyone to hear, "Gentlemen, meet my true son, Sean."

Everyone exploded into applause and congratulated us. Then we all retired to the cafe for good food, good memories, and good futures, involving the most cherished thing I can call mine. He picked me up and twirled me around. I was beside myself with emotion. Everyone rushed around crowding in and congratulating me and Master Dad and hugs were happening all around. Everyone ate and drank and celebrated.

That was the start of my career as a Master. I started as a Training Master trainee. I started with my Dad's slave CuntLips completing his training. It was very difficult for him to accept. I was the free kid from the other side of the house, then I was a slave like him, and now I was a Training Master. I think it overwhelmed him at first. I worked with most of the other Masters, helping with training their slaves. I learned all the skills and techniques that are used to guide, encourage, and punish slaves. I learned flogging, paddling, caning, riding crops, fisting, well everything. I had experienced it from one side and now from the other. This was the side that certainly was for me, no doubt about it.

After some time, I was reviewed and everyone was satisfied that I knew what to do, how to do it, and mature enough to handle it all, I was then promoted to Probationary Training Master, and eventually the probationary went away. My Master Dad was observing and overseeing every promotion. First I stayed in our/his cottage and I suddenly was able to sleep in his bed, a real bed for the 2^nd time, the first was when I had first arrived. I slept with my Master Dad. He was the most important person in my life. Everything I knew in life was from him. I eventually left his cottage and "moved" into an apartment in the tower annex next to the main house. All I had to move were my clothes really. I had CuntLips carry them for me. He was going to be sold off very shortly. The apartment was basically the same as the Cottages, but configured like an apartment building.

I was soon training my own slaves and felt very comfortable doing so. I developed my own style of slave interaction and training, just as every Master does, but mine was rather different from theirs. The difference was that my slaves were progressing faster and graduating earlier than the others. So over time I became the most productive Training Master in the Institute. Imagine being a young boy stolen or however they get all their kids, to be placed with a training Master that was in his early teens. Maybe that was part of the reason they graduated early. This didn't go down well with most of the other more experienced Masters. Here I was just a kid who was producing better than they were. One Master however was very interested in the methods I was using. He was Master Donahue. He was certainly older than me, but as we were in a closed environment with no jealousy or promotions to fight over, we got along great. We spent a lot of time talking while I explained what I thought were appropriate methods for me. We didn't know how much it was because I was so young, that the slaves seemed to respond well. We became quite close and spent time together. We had our slaves with us when we got together, but they were gagged or hooded or something so they had no real opportunity to meet and communicate. Then I suggested trying something and Donahue agreed. Our two slaves were able to talk quietly and respectfully. We had them both in straightjackets and locked their ankles together so they couldn't move around much. We both were listening in on my laptop. The two were comparing their Masters, their frustrations, their achievements, etc. They both seemed to love the opportunity to talk and seemed to both benefit from it. That firmly planted a plan in my head that I will share.

I had never been exposed to sports growing up. After spending time with other Masters, drinking beer and watching sports on the TV, all that time with our earplugged, hooded slaves in little cages. I have learned to appreciate the sports of Baseball, Basketball, Lacrosse, Football, and soccer. I even watch some games on TV in my down time. I also still watch games when the Masters get together and relax. We all need to decompress once in a while. We watch games on the TV and have a few beers. It was difficult to coordinate with us having slave boys at home. We were not allowed to leave them alone, slaves are always supervised, in the event of an emergency and a need to evacuate. Plus leaving a slave alone unsupervised is dangerous. I got yet another idea that I needed to pursue.

One day several years later, I was on my laptop while my slave was toiling away on something I had given him. There was an email from the Administrator. I was asked to meet with him and the Senior Masters to discuss training methods the following Wednesday. I was nervous. I had no idea if I had done something wrong or not. I would just have to suck it up and see what it was all about.

Next Wednesday seemed to come quickly and the meeting was upon me. I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know if my methods were a real problem to the Institute. I brought my slave along on his lead. I had him kneel in a corner facing the wall. He was ear plugged and hooded so he would not able to hear what was said. I wore my Dress Uniform. The others were just in regular Master attire. I immediately felt out of place. I was offered a seat at the boardroom table. The Administrator started by saying that apparently his communication through emails still needed some work. He admitted that he is told often that he is cryptic, vague, and never actually sends his full thoughts. He just likes to get out what is on his mind and fails to deliver the whole thought. So, he admitted that he had clearly forgotten to tell me to wear regular clothes. I told him it was fine, as I didn't get to wear them often, so it was a nice change, and that I thought I looked good in them. That got them laughing and helped move things along.

They wanted to find out the details of what I was doing to be more productive, so they could evaluate the methods and see if they could be incorporated across the board, so the other Training Masters could amalgamate them into their processes. I explained everything I did and how I interacted with the slaves. I told them that I didn't know if my age played a part or not. I certainly had never asked a slave. I shared my thoughts about the importance and methods of forming a strong bond during the intake process. I explained I liked to be the one that helps them cope and get through the processing. It meant that I was seen as the one person who they could trust. Once I got the boys back to the dungeon, they didn't seem to fight me as much. I stated that I felt that this created a stronger bond of trust and respect between me and the slave more organically, than by starting off strongly or harshly and forcing their compliance. I found that being too harsh in the beginning with the young slaves seemed to shut them down, which made the whole training more work and took longer in the long run. I said, "We need to remember they are very young. Their brains, bodies, and emotions are all still developing." I then went on to share my other ideas and what I did that might be different from the "More Experienced" Masters. I did the quotes too with my hands.

Someone said, "Wait just a minute, you just called us, old!" Everyone laughed.

I told them my first idea was to arrange with other Masters to set up get-togethers. Most slaves did not communicate with any other slave at all. They might see each other, but they are restricted to just kneeling, head bowed. I thought by our slaves interacting under controlled conditions their training benefited. I told them I was sure the Training Masters would be hesitant at first about this idea, because it had been a restriction for longer than I had been there. But, after testing it out several times to see how it went, I was sure the other masters would see what a great asset it could be. I explained that the slaves talking amongst themselves allowed them to see first hand and up close that they are among fellow slaves, so they know they are not the only ones. They can compare what they are learning and how far they have progressed. They can boast to each other that they can take the most pain, or whatever it is at point that they are talking about. They can boast that they have the best Master. Well, some will never boast that. I concluded on this topic by saying that I was sure that this practice would turn out well for all the slaves and Masters alike.

Many slaves later it is recognized that they absolutely love these times, Dickcheese amongst them. The ones who are clearly straight boys, still do not like serving a Master. It goes against their nature. They perform well and do everything they can to avoid discipline and harsh punishments. They actually share tips to help conquer whatever one of them is having trouble with. It has since been reviewed, and is now fully approved and the meetings now happen as policy.

I shared another idea, but admitted I had yet to test it out. I explained that we ear plug and hood the slaves and stuff them in the little cages, while we watch TV and relax. I suggested that if we should utilize the technology so we would could monitor our slaves, even if we were not in the cottage. We could arrange to meet up with other masters more easily. Everyone was thrilled with the idea, especially us Training Masters. They must have liked the idea because soon afterwards , procedures and policies were developed, and training masters were allowed to meet as long as we had the phone or tablet open to the live feed. So far there has never been any neglect or mistreatment of the slaves due to this change.

Another thing I explained was that I tried to find out what the slave loved doing before, and if it was possible, I would let him do that activity as a special reward. I held it over his head, and he learned that I am in control of their life now and I can reward them for a job well done by letting them have a few minutes doing what they loved before. I agreed, that while we need to sever their thoughts of former lives, but one little thing used sparingly can go a long way.

So the meeting went very well. I don't know why I was dreading it. I knew what I was doing.

I called my Dad to tell him about it. I love talking with him. I shared with him all about my meeting with the Administrator and Senior Masters. I related it all. He said he was impressed and proud. He said neither he or any of the other Training Masters that he knew of, ever thought to buck the system or try to improve it. He said he just used the same methods taught to him. He never really changed that much. Except when he was training me, and that was around the schooling and accelerating the process. He had gone back to the old ways when he was training other slaves.

I had trained several more slaves and I had just had my last one graduate, and sold or auctioned off. They found someone to purchase him I just hoped he was a really good fit with that Master. If so he would serve him well for many years. I have to toot my own horn here, I have never had a slave thus far, be returned for followup or remedial training. It does not happen very often anyway with the Institute trained slaves. Usually it would only be if a slave was sent back for specific training, i.e. Full time total toilet, further development to achieve a full pain slave, that sort of thing.

I was free with no slave to train, so I signed out an SUV and went to visit my dad. He was the one who taught me to drive. Well, he taught me everything I know, at least that is what I feel and believe. He had just retired, moved out of his cottage, and moved about 2 hours away.

I miss him so much, even though we talk on the phone quite often. It was a wonderful visit. He said he was starting work to open a foster care group home for boys. He has been working with the people in Social Services and attorneys who work in family law. He said he started to develop relationships with law enforcement. He said he wanted to help boys who were homeless, those who were kicked out for being gay, or any boy who just needs a loving supportive consistent home, so they can have a better start to a new and greater life. The boys are going to find out they are the luckiest boys when they get to live with him.

I really don't know why, but I never did tell him about the attorneys working on my behalf. It all just seemed too personal to share with anyone, but I shared everything else with him. They, on my behalf, got my sperm donor doing some serious prison time, and all those other people who were involved in the drug trade and other businesses were all shut down and locked up. There were jail terms for all. I was told that my sperm donor ended up being killed in prison. Apparently, prisoners don't like child abusers. I felt absolutely nothing. That was just some person I knew and hated when I was a little kid. I had my real father now, and I couldn't have asked for a better man. Now that I think about it, I wonder how he felt training me. A young boy he actually knew. Anyway, all in all, after everything was finished with the courts, I ended up with a HUGE amount of money from it all. Like life altering huge. They told me though, that they had identified the women who helped me when I was held prisoner in the cage, and gave them a little of that money to thank them. At first I was angry, but I settled down and thought they were correct to do so. They should be rewarded for what they were able to do for me. I know, it sounds weird, as they were also the ones who brought me here to be enslaved and sold off. But they explained they didn't know what else to do, without getting into even more trouble. Those attorneys put me in touch with a pretty good and attentive financial planner/broker. I told them that I wanted to put the money in more aggressive investments, since I didn't need any of it yet. They assured me it would grow exponentially. That's what I wanted to hear.

While I was visiting dad, he showed me the huge mansion, the size of which I had never seen, that he was trying to acquire. It was old, stately and massive. It needed some work outside. He said he looked it over very closely and had had it inspected. He was working with an architect to design the upgrades needed to make it legal for a group home. It looked like it would be an amazing place to grow up. After a couple of long weeks, I said my good byes. I didn't do well not working. I had no hobbies or anything to keep me occupied and engaged. I still teared up at having to leave him. We always say, "I love you." I gave him a huge hug, told him how amazing he is and would be for those boys, and that I wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for him. I had the hardest time letting go. By that time we both had watery eyes. A big tough man with tears.

At that point I finally came out of my head space and into the here and now. I was still reclining in the chair. I wondered why I went deep inside my head and went through my whole history right then. That was weird and something else. What was my subconscious doing and working on?

So, as I was saying I had just finished a two week holiday after training my last slave. After the visit to my dad, I made it back to my cottage early in the morning after returning the SUV. I unpacked and grabbed a beer (I know it was still morning, but I had no obligations, so sue me). I just sat down and was reclining back when I got a text and a phone call at the same time. I didn't think I was this popular! I answered the phone and was told I was up next for a new slave. There was a boy who was on the way in. He had been pulled out of school and was headed here with one of our social worker scouts. I asked what age. They didn't know yet. Hmm, that was quick, I thought I would have more time off, even though I didn't know what to do with myself. It was good though since I had nothing to do really. I had had a couple of weeks off, which was longer than I had ever taken before. Downtime is refreshing but only upto a point.

So, I got dressed in my dress uniform and made my way to processing. That place still sort of tickles the back of my neck in a not so pleasant way. Oh the memories; and I didn't even get chipped and tattooed. I went to the office where everyone was located. The boy arrived early morning having being taken out of school by one of our social worker/scout/suppliers. He was a very cute blue eyed blond haired 10 year old boy. His parents had both died suddenly and very suspiciously. I found out shortly after that his name was Jimmy and would soon be Dickcheese.

So there we are readers, the point where Dickcheese came into my life.

Chapter 14
Dickcheese Completes His Training

Let me finish the rest of what I was telling you of my time training Dickcheese.

Now back to the future or recent past? Anyway, Dickcheese has really excelled. He seemed to really thrive as a slave/servant. His warp speed mind, when he was idle, was much better and more mature now. He holds himself proudly wherever I place him. He takes pride in his ownership, more so than any slave I have ever had.

Dickcheese was my frequent urinal at that point. He still hates shit, but had had to learn to consume it without throwing up. It took a while, just as it had with me. But a slave has to be able to eat it without throwing up if required. That was a very long stressful requirement for the both of us. He was immensely proud of himself for achieving that goal for me. Again, he had achieved this along with all the other things he had, and so well, just for me. His attachment to me had never wavered with him. It wasn't normal, well "our" normal here anyway. I didn't know if he had developed a taste for shit or not. It didn't (or shouldn't) matter to me, but I was pretty sure he hadn't. Few ever did. To start off I would make him hold his face right between my legs so his face was over the bowl. I was sure he hated every minute of it. I tremembered that every time that I went through it, I absolutely hated every second of my training in shit. I moved Dickcheese on to rimming, of course. I had him licking me clean after every shit I had. I didn't think it was necessary for him to become a full toilet, so when he eventually achieved the goal we moved on. The corporate rule is: Every slave must be able to consume and keep down an entire load, however long that takes. Once he does, he no longer needs too, unless he has a penchant for that. A few do develop it. Those that do go on to have a fulfilling raunchy pig life with new owners who are looking for such a slave. They live a shit centered life. I skipped that level of training. I just couldn't put him through it. He was just too sweet to do that too.

Dickcheese was always plugged by that time and he had been able take my fist for some time. I just love the look of my hand and forearm entering a boy's cunt. It gets so stretched out around my forearm. It looks beautiful. It took a lot longer than I would have normally liked, but each boy, and each cunt, takes it's own time to become elastic enough to readily accept a fist. It was looking so nice, puffy and open. Just Perfect. I knew I could have pushed him faster, but I just took extra time with this one. I had also been working his nipples for the last year or so. He was wearing suction cups or any number of nipple stretchers most of the time. His chest was still fairly smooth. I made sure he had kept some chest definition. Those large nipples sticking out looked amazing. He was an eye turner for sure.

He was still bald but had never said anything about that either after the first week or however long it was. He learned early on not to ask or mention his hair. He knew that was my decision. I could have let him have a little stubble earlier. He deserved it really. But I loved his bald look. He has learned that his wants and desires are never important. He must always focus on me and my wants, desires, and needs. He had really been a very good slave. I was not looking forward to him leaving.

I have mentioned that Dickcheese and I played catch outside once in a while. I think it did us both good. I just use a baseball glove, however Dickcheese is always in some bondage, and it does not change when we play catch. He could be hooded, muzzled, in a corset, leg splints,or a neck corset or any host of various attachments. I found it quite amusing. He just loved playing catch, it was a real blast for him. He always had the time of his life playing catch even when he was in some sort of bondage while doing it. He is pretty good at throwing and catching. Better than I will ever be. He always profusely thanked me for allowing him to make me happy by playing catch. One evening he mentioned, that if Master ever wanted to play catch, that slave would love to go and play with Master to help Master enjoy it and be happy. He had clearly learned how to phrase things more appropriately now.

There was one visit to our cottage with a Master and a sissy slave that I was not expecting. I will explain in a bit.

I just didn't know what I was going to do about Dickcheese. I knew I would have to I let him go. I knew, I had trained him to be sold off. This was our business of course and that was my job. But something about this kid had affected me more than any other ever had. We somehow had a stronger bond than normal.

I could tell that the Senior Management/Masters were ready to pull the plug and sell him off. It was too fast in my mind. Their questions of what I was thinking and when would I feel he would be ready for sale were coming more and more often now. I knew they had read everything, and watched all his recordings. I knew he was ready. I was pretty sure they knew that I was holding back. But I really didn't understand why I was doing that. Part of me was telling myself to think of further training he needed.

It worried me. I needed to try and figure how to prevent him from being sold off so quickly. I didn't think I could cope with losing him. I kept hoping that, with the length of time I had been here making a ton of money for them, suggesting new and innovative ways to motivate slaves and hasten their training, that maybe they would hear me out. I knew they didn't know what this boy had done to, and for, me. I knew it was against policy to form attachments and all that, but it had happened to both us. And hard as I fought it, it wasn't going away. I knew Dickcheese still felt the same way about what he had voiced early on and he had shown it ever since. I honestly did believe it would crush that boy if he was pulled away. I finally figured out that it would crush me too. I had finally come to terms with what my sub-conscious had been toiling at.

I called Dad when Dickcheese was busy and not in earshot. I told him about my feelings and that they had not changed in the slightest except perhaps to get stronger. I told him I was mad at myself, but it had caught me off guard and I really hadn't seen it coming at all. It sort of just grew. I knew Dickcheese was feeling the same way from the first couple of weeks. If I were able to figure out how to implement my plan and pulled it off, it would be the first exception of it's kind, that we both knew of. He said I was always an exception from the day I landed on their doorstep. They had had to change and develop new programs, to fit me in. They had already accommodated me so much. I was hoping with all the years I had been there, my increased productivity, the revenue from that productivity, my suggestions that had been implemented, etc. that maybe they would hear me out. Maybe I could appeal to them.

Somehow during our conversation, I related that Dickcheese had had the opportunity to talk with a sissy when one of the Masters asked if one of the sissies could talk with Dickcheese. It would be one on one for both the Master and the Slave. It was the same Master who brought the 3 sissies to the Pleasuring a Mistress class. He and I talked and the two slaves did as well. Dickcheese learned about the sissy training and what Masters and Mistresses do with and to sissies. The sissy was honest with Dickcheese about everything. The sissy was saying she had to get shots in the assand in each of her titties. They were making her tiny breasts to grow a little. This sissy knew what she was being made into, wasn't normal, but she had learned that this is what was best for her. She told Dickcheese that before being brought here, when she was a boy, she never heard anything about sex stuff or anything like that, and hadn't even known what a sissy was. Now she knew and it still felt foreign to her but with the special training she was getting, she was resigned that she would be a sissy.

She understood she and the other sissies just weren't smart enough to be anything other than a sissy. She understood that humiliation and embarrassment was good for her and the others. Special training involved a bondage school chair, a hood with noise canceling head phones and special goggles. She said she spent time every other day in the chair learning her lessons. There was a room with a lot of the special classroom chairs. Dickcheese asked why he referred to herself as she, a "gurl", or saying "this Sissy". She said they were not allowed to ever think, do, wear, or refer to themselves as anything male or boy. They get their collars scanned and a note is made of what they have done or said wrong. They get spanked or paddled every evening before bed. The number varies based on what the error was. If they had no errors that day, they still got 12 spanks. He was learning to be a "gurl". He said it was hard for her. Her Masters and Mistresses say that is because she just isn't smart enough to understand that she was born to be a sissy. She was meant to be a sissy slave to a strict Mistress or a Master.

Later, Dickcheese said he felt bad for the sissy. The things they were doing to the boy were bad. I corrected him and said "gurl", and spelled it for him. I told him it may seem bad, but it really is appropriate for a sissy slave. They are small delicate creatures who had been identified as being a sissy, they just didn't know that before arriving here. Just as he was identified as a natural born slave when he was brought here. I thought it was good for Dickcheese to speak with her. It sure made him think.

Back to the conversation with Dad. I asked him if he ever felt this way with a slave. He replied, "I don't know, you tell me?" Dad cautioned me again to tread lightly and be careful. I told him I would try, and we both said our love yous, and hung up.

I invited Donahue to come over. We put the boys in sleep sacks and let them talk. I know I sure needed to with Donahue. We went outside and sat in the shade. We had our phones open to the live feed, so we knew the slaves were okay. I told him my feelings about Dickcheese and what Dickcheese had been telling me all along. I told him that I knew he was ready to graduate and be sold, but I didn't think I would be able to let him go. He took a couple of minutes, which gave me time to self-destruct in my own mind. What was I doing? How could I have let this happen? What was it that the boy had over me?

Donahue finally looked at me and said, "I have been expecting this for a long time Sean."

I looked at him dumbfounded. "Seriously?"

He said, "Absolutely. I honestly noticed it very early on. I don't know why or how, but I saw it coming. I didn't say anything in case I was off my rocker."

He said he wasn't the only one that had noticed a different sort of bond happening between the two of us.

I froze. I could only think OH GOD, OH GOD, I'm doomed.

I must have been shaking or something, as Donahue grabbed my shoulders and called out my name.

I came to my senses and asked him, "What have I gone and done?"

He calmly said, "Nothing that I know of, have you?"

I said, "Oh God no."

He suggested I take a deep breath and vocalize what I would like to happen, or what would I agree too if Dickcheese was to stay with me, or was I going to steal him and run away? He said I would never make it if I did something as stupid as that. Was the boy worth all that? He cautioned me that the boy was way to deep in his training now to go back to a regular life.

I agreed with him, but then I pictured a hybrid thing. Yes, maybe that would work I thought, but I didn't even know what that meant. I told him I would like to keep him as my slave that I owned and still have my job here and continue doing the only thing I knew and essentially had ever known. I told him I didn't know that I would even be able to survive on "the outside" let alone with the boy. I told him I didn't know what I would agree to if somehow they would let me buy him.

I told him I had been agonizing about it only for a short while. I was no further along than when I first realized I wanted to own this slave. UGH!!!!!!!

He told me he would support me whatever happened. He said that I had so many other Trainers here that respected me, so that might be a plus too, but he couldn't speak for anyone else, of course. I asked him if he thought the Senior Masters have a clue about this.

He said, "I honestly think they would have to be blind not to."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I almost yelled.

"Yes I am." he said. He finished saying that he couldn't give me any advice on all that because it had never happened before, that he knew of. He said I was charting new territory again.

"Yeah, so I have been told." I replied.

He asked, "What?" Then he immediately said, "Oh never mind, I know who you talked to. How is your father doing anyway?"

We went back in and listened to the boys. Dickcheese asked Fuckface what he wanted to do. That got a response of "What do you mean? Slave wants whatever Master wants."

Dickcheese said he knew that, they all did, but did slave ever think about or want to stay with Master Donahue?

Fuckface said no it had never crossed it's mind. It was told from the beginning that slave was training to be sold to a permanent Master. Then he asked Dickcheese, "What is slave getting at Dickcheese? Is slave saying it wants to stay with Master Williams?

Dickcheese almost yelled, "YES THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SLAVE IS SAYING! Slave loves him. It wants to stay with him forever and make him happy. Slave loves serving him in every way. He deserves that."

"Dickcheese, think about what you just said. That is a superior free man who is training slave to be sold to some Master permanently. It likes him that much? Look what slave has gone through since it came here. They stole it and forced slave to be a slave. Slavery wasn't supposed to go on after that Lincoln thing."

Dickcheese said, "Yes they did do that, but Master Williams didn't. Besides, he has always looked out for slave. Slave just knows he loves it too. It can see it in his eyes when slave looks at him after he has punished it or after a real bad flogging or whipping, you know? There is just a little unseen something that slave can see, it guesses."

Fuckface said, "It has nothing against Master Donahue, but slave doesn't have a choice. It doesn't have a choice in anything of course. We do what we are told and always show them we are happy doing it. That's what is expected. We don't make decisions or have choices. They have trained that out of us."

Dickcheese was obviously upset, and said in a sad dejected voice, "Yeah slave knows that, but it thinks it honestly will kill itself when it is sold to some stranger.

At that, I stood up and Donahue held me back. "Don't do it. Let them finish. Give them a bit of time. They will know we heard everything if you rush in like that. You MUST pretend you never heard any of that."

I sat back down and listened to Dickcheese softly crying. I looked at Donahue, and asked, "Do you understand the depth now? Do you see what that slave is going to do when he is sold? How would that look for me or the Institute? I have failed that boy in a big way. And I have let the Institute down, as well as myself too, I guess."

"Sean, you need to regroup here! I guess you are just going to have to present a case for keeping him somehow. Do you even have the money to buy him? I wouldn't know what to do," he said while pointing to the microphones, "I can't advise you on any of this."

He motioned for a piece of paper and pen. I gave him some and he wrote that he would suggest going through all the recordings and copy sound bites. Put them together and use those to support your case. Make sure these today are front and center. However, if you have encouraged any of this or if you crossed the line anywhere, you will be sunk. I would hate to think what would happen to you at that point. I shook my head that I understood.

The boys had been quiet except for Fuckface telling Dickcheese he was sorry for upsetting him.

Dickcheese replied, "You don't have to apologize, slave knows it will live in hell when it is sold, at least until slave kills itself. Slave just doesn't want to be sold to anyone else. It is a boy."

Fuckface said, "Yes we were boys, but we are now slaves."

I heard a quiet "Yeah."

We both walked in and started undoing them. Once they were free, both boys put their boots back on and locked them. Donahue said it was time to leave. Both boys said their respective good byes and thank yous.

I asked myself, what should I do with him then? I told him to get the leg irons, neck corset, and a specific rubber hood, and bring them to me in the living room. He came in and knelt as usual holding the items out in front of him for me to take. I took them and put them on him. I told him to get his cleaning supplies and dust and clean everything. He looked at me as if to say, I just did it yesterday (which he did), and I told him to just get to work and I sort of winked at him. Why the hell did I just do that? I have never winked at him or any slave. Oh god, have I been giving him weird ideas all along?

I got my computer out and used the ear buds, I started to collect any sound bites and video that might help my case. I also captured all the times I told him about serving a Master or Mistress and that he would have to come to terms with being a slave to someone else for the rest of his life. I found quite a few that would work. I didn't find any that in any way could have given the boy the wrong impression. That made me feel so much better.

I called Dickcheese in and told him to make dinner and let me know when it was ready. I started to formulate my thoughts and then started making an outline. I worked on it until dinner was announced. I noticed there were no food or water bowls for him. I asked where his bowls were.

He said, "Master said to make him dinner. Master didn't say anything about slave Sir."

"Ah, correct you are slave. When I finish, clean everything up and then slave is to eat. Come get me when it is ready to eat and I will be there to take off the hood and neck corset and get slave started."

"Yes Master!"

After we both ate, I had to think of something to keep him busy. I grabbed a couple of the slave comics that I didn't think he had read already. He could do that while I worked. He could also watch some training videos. although he has seen so many now during his training period that I wouldn't know what to show him. Yikes, definitely another clue that his training was coming to an end.

I worked diligently for several hours. I looked at Dickcheese who was kneeling there doing nothing. I asked, if there was something slave needed?

"No Master, slave is just waiting for directions Sir."

"Okay go and brush your teeth and wash up, I will be in shortly to put you to bed."

"Yes Master."

I went in several minutes later. Actually, I don't know how long I kept him waiting. He was simply kneeling by the sink. I complimented him for following directions so well as usual. I told him he would sleep in his boots only and slave collar of course. He got in the sleep cage and I locked him in and wished him a good night and to sleep tight. I suddenly had a thought, I didn't even know what time it was. I looked at my watch and it was 8:30. Oh well, he was in bed now. He would just have to lay there until he fell asleep.

I went back and worked for several more hours on my speech or paper or pleadings. Whatever, I just wanted him with me. Eventually, I had all the recordings and videos on a thumb drive. I decided I should initiate the meeting rather than wait for them to call me in. Hopefully that would impress upon them my sincerity. I would be pleading for a boy's life. This just had to work.

The next morning I got up and went in to wake Dickcheese up. He was already awake. I wished him a good morning. I unlocked the cage and told him to piss and brush his teeth. As he was doing that I told him to get the enema table out. He looked at me weirdly. For sometime he had just knelt on the floor for them, not needing the table. He got it set up and I had the bag ready. I inserted and started the water. I was debating whether to bring up yesterday. I decided it would be a worse disaster if I did. I sat with him and rubbed his tummy. I have always loved doing that. Young boy skin always feels so smooth and precious. I apparently was off in my head somewhere, and Dickcheese raised his hand (which also touched me to get my attention). I acknowledged him and he told me the water inside was cold now and he was struggling to hold it that long. Oh, god, how long had I been off in my head? I helped him down and it sat on the toilet rim. I told him when he was done to take a shower and shave all over.

"Yes Master."

I went to my computer and emailed the Administrator and the Senior Masters, asking for an opportunity to have a meeting with them. In the subject line, I wrote, "Future." Well, that was cryptic of me. I am sure the Administrator would notice.

I went back and strung Dickcheese up by his ankles. He was put into the sensory deprivation hood. There is just a small grommet hole at his mouth to breath through. I love those hoods on boys. I did the buckles as tight as I could. I might have been crushing his head, I didn't know. I put on leather gloves with some small sharp things all over the palms and fingers. I teased him with them for ages. I did slap his ass once in a while to get a jump out of him, but mostly I just petted him. That still stung for sure after a while. He had little tiny micro scrapes all over him. I took him down and strung him up by his wrists and left him.

I checked my computer and had an email from the Administrator. He wanted to know what future or the future of what? I did however, have my requested meeting that afternoon right after lunch. Okay, now I needed to get into the right frame of mind. I paced around and checked my paper. I practiced what I was going to say. I went over it and started to anticipate any questions they would have. I was not expecting to have an answer from them right away of course. I was sure they would need to think about it. Part of me expected to be picked up and thrown out to the curb. This was serious.

I looked at my phone. It was 11:30. Damn, that boy has been hanging by his wrists for a long time. I walked in and his head and chin was resting on his chest. I looked and he was still breathing. I touched him and got close to his ear and said "Dickcheese, it's Master." He slowly woke up. I lowered him down and took the hood off him. I told him to walk over and get as much water as he wanted. Oh, I needed a slave sitter for the meeting. I texted Donahue and asked if he would watch Dickcheese. He said to bring him over. He would probably spend the time in a cage, but that was the best I had right then.

I told Dickcheese to make me a sandwich and get his food. He announced that lunch was ready. He got up and I followed him to the table. After I ate, I told him that I had to take a shower because I had a meeting. "Yes Master." I told him to clean up. I took my shower and dressed in my Dress uniform again. I needed to make a good impression. I told him to get his uniform on. I clipped his fist mitted hands behind his back. Why did I always do that every time? Oh well, it looked good anyway. I attached the lead and dropped him off at Donahue's telling Dickcheese to be a good, respectful, and obedient slave. Not that he wouldn't have anyway, but I just felt the need to say something. With that I was off to the meeting.

Chapter 15
Dickcheese's Future

I started off, "Well I would like to review my progress, my successes, my suggestions to help make things more productive and thus make more money for the Corporation."

The Administrator said to hold on. They were very aware of me and my history with them.

I said, "Yes Sir, of course Sir. Well I was just going to toot my own horn and remind you how valuable I have been to the Corporation. Although I never know what the corporation makes on the sales of the slaves Sir, I have assumptions Sir."

I was thinking back over all the slaves that I had trained over the years. It still appeared that I could train them slightly faster than the best and significantly faster than others. The Administrator said they were aware and they valued my work immensely.

"Well Sir I am certainly grateful for the way the Corporation went out of its way to bring a little boy back to good health. That little boy was assigned a Master to be his guardian and father figure. That little boy went on to…"

He told me to stop and would I please sit down and relax. He said we were not adversaries here. I took a deep breath and sat down. I said, "Well now, I had a whole speech prepared with audio and video recordings Sir, but now I sort of feel the winds have been taken from my sails and my boat is floundering. Anyway Sir, I said standing up again.

"SIT and just talk with us."

"Yes Sir." I sat.

"Well Sir, since this isn't going the way I had expected, I just want to play a recording of Dickcheese from the other day." I told them of the quiet visit we wanted to give the slaves and this was what had happened at the end of their time together. I played the whole recording with video from Dickcheese and Fuckface. Everyone was quietly listening and looking at my laptop screen. No one said anything until the end. Dickcheese's proclamation of suicide, caught everyone off guard. There were gasps all around. I stopped the recording and sat back in my chair, I was already exhausted and we weren't done yet. The administrator got up, went to a cabinet at the side of the room. He opened it took out a bottle with something dark in it, and put enough glasses on a tray for everyone. I jumped up and went to grab it.

"Williams, you haven't been a slave for a long time. I can handle a few glasses."

"Yes Sir," I said and sat back down.

He brought it over to the table and poured a little bit of whatever it was into the glasses and slid them over to everyone. He said, "After hearing that, I needed a drink."

He tilted the glass up and drank the whole thing. Everyone did the same thing. I didn't move. I had no idea what it was or if I should even try it. The administrator, put his hand on my arm. "Son, have you ever had whiskey?"

I looked down and said, "No Sir, I have only had beer before."

He said to take the glass and drink it normally. He said it would burn a bit, but it would settle with a warm glow afterwards.

"Yes Sir."

All eyes were on me. I was so self-conscious. I felt like a little kid again, and I didn't like it. I took the glass and did exactly what they all did. It burned alright. I coughed a couple of times. Then I felt the warm feeling. "There you go Son, we'll get you hooked at some point."

I sat back and waited for something to happen after the drink. I had never been drunk but heard the other trainers talking about it. I vowed I would never loose control like that. But, I didn't know if one drink would do it or if it took more. I just decided to wait and see.

The Administrator said, "So you are concerned on several levels aren't you Sean?"

I said that I was. I started apologizing, saying that I had all the recordings with Dickcheese where I discouraged his wanting to be owned by me. I said I had it all so they could hear that I never encouraged or did anything, that I was aware of, to make the slave feel so strongly. I went on to babble about it apparently started during the intake processing. That it could be that he had just lost his parents and I was there and he just latched on.

"Okay, Sean slow down." He looked around the table and said, "We do listen to a lot of the recordings, and I admit we have not heard that last one yet, but rest assured it will be sent up the ladder expeditiously very soon. Actually, we noticed what was starting to happen some time ago. We kept listening for any impropriety on your part, but we have not uncovered anything serious enough to give us alarm. We have been questioning you about his progress. It appeared to us, that he was ready for sale, but you have been resisting that for some reason, and now you have confirmed that. I will be honest with you here, it has happened before. But it happens so infrequently, that we don't have any policies or procedures for such an event. The last time it happened a certain Master Williams was reluctant to train the boy. He wanted to adopt the boy. He, and we all knew you, would never allow yourself to be a slave. So we worked out a deal. We gave him time to raise you and get you in a stable environment and see how you were doing. When it came clear that you were a boy master and took such an interest in CuntLips' training, we again, came together with your father and worked out a plan. You have fulfilled all our hopes, and you have a father that thinks you practically walk on water."

I jumped up, "Oh no Sir, he does. He is my everything!"

"Sean, calm down and sit back down. We are very well aware of your feelings for each other. It is the envy of any father and son relationship. Even after he trained you as a slave. Your feelings never really wavered towards him. We knew we had made the right decisions about your upbringing. You are a testament to that. You are the youngest Training Master we have ever had and probably will ever have.

"Okay, so lets talk about what this meeting is really about. Yes, I am concerned as much as you are, about a slave committing suicide after a sale. That has never happened and I don't want or expect it ever will. This is a very unique situation to be sure. Your father went behind your back, if you will, and called me the other day. He softly related what you two had discussed. It really wasn't a surprise to be honest. As I said, we also saw something developing that was out of the norm. So, let's discuss options. Let's kick around ideas to see what, if anything can be done. We do have a large number of potential buyers lined up. He is slated to be auctioned rather than sold. To be honest Sean, many of your slaves have been auctioned off rather than sold outright. Maybe we should have shared that with you, but we had never done so in the past and we just kept on doing as we normally did. Are you not aware Sean, that you get a bonus when your slave is auctioned? On top of your normal salary, you get rewarded for the auctions."

"Sir, why am I just hearing that now? I didn't know I was getting paid! I have never even seen any money! When and how do we get paid? I am making money doing the only thing I know how to do?"

He laughed, and said, "Oh Son, we have so failed you. As a one off, we definitely dropped the ball with you. You didn't go through the regular hiring practice. You seriously thought this whole time you were working for nothing and that you were volunteering or working for free? Oh, son, you are probably sitting on a very large nest egg. I will make this right with you."

"Well Sir," I said, "Dad never brought it up. I had no idea. None of the other Trainers said anything. I was just doing what I do, actually the only thing I know how to do, and you all were taking care of my needs. I had a place to live, I got all the food I requested from the kitchen, I had access to nurses and doctors if I needed, and even had an SUV when I wanted to go out for something. I didn't need anything I guess. Do the other Trainers know they get paid and that they get a bonus for auctions?"

He said they knew about getting paid. He didn't know when the decision was made or if it was ever made to not share about the bonuses,

I said, "if the others knew such a thing, maybe they would be more interested in changing their ways to make it easier on them and the slaves. Status quo gets you status quo. Innovation and experimentation to find new ideas and procedures, gets you far ahead of the status quo."

He sat there, I guessed thinking, the others were also silent. He finally looked at me and said, "Sean you are 100% correct." He again looked around the table but didn't say anything and I couldn't tell anything from his face either. He turned to me and said, "Sean I don't want to lose you. You are a valued member of our family. I know we are a corporation, and I know you know what we do is extremely sensitive to outsiders. We take a huge risk operating, but the returns are enormous. Slave training and ownership isn't legal here but it is elsewhere around the world. Even if it isn't, there are potential owners everywhere."

"Sean, I just conferred with my colleagues around the table and this is what we are going to offer you."

I crooked my head, and asked, "You mean when you just looked around the table but nothing was said? That was your conferring?"

"Yes, it sure was. You are very bright, young and energetic and certainly not afraid to innovate. We can use more of that. You are now a Senior Master in charge of innovations and productivity. You will have an office here in the main house. Your salary will reflect your new position."

I laughed. He looked at me and I said, "Well I just now learned I had a salary, and now I get a raise in a matter of a few minutes."

They all laughed and all started to apologize to me for the glaring errors throughout my tenure there.

I was so excited, but then remembered why I was here. I suddenly stopped and went inwards. I was inside my head again. When I was alone so much as a little boy with nothing to do, I made worlds in my head. I would discuss ways to make daddy happy with me, so I would get food or even attention. Anyway, there I was inside my head, thinking how am I going to take all this good news and still lose my slave boy. I don't want him to hurt himself. He is too amazing for that. How do I now get them to let me keep him? Will they do... I was being shaken. When I came back to the present, the Administrator was shaking me and saying my name. I apologized for tuning out. He said, although he had never seen it himself, my father had been concerned when it happened so often with him. He talked with a counselor and figured that you would grow out of it.

I looked at him and said, "Apparently not."

He kept his hand on my arm and moved closer and looked into my eyes. "Sean, I assume, and I hope I am right, you tuned out over your original concern for Dickcheese."

I replied that I had, but most likely not in the way he was thinking.

He said, "Oh, I think I know exactly. You obviously feel the same way about him as he clearly stated he feels about you, in that recording you played."

I started to tear up, "Oh God, Sir I don't know what has happened, he is just so special. He is such an amazing little slave boy. I sometimes feel I won't be able to move forward without him. What am I going to do? I can't let him die." I was in tears now. I apologized for my tears and outburst but more importantly this whole mess.

He held my arm. The others around the table were looking at me funny. I din't know what it was, pity? Disgust? Oh hell, I realized I didn't have any idea how to read adults, except for my dad. He got my attention again, and said "Sean, here is how this is going to work. You will take this new job we just created for you. You will still work here doing what you do best. We will actually gift Dickcheese to you, well sort of. We will deduct a portion of your salary for the next 6 months. You will be registered as his owner. At that point he will be all yours to do with as you please." He chuckled and said, "Just be good to the boy, as he seems to have an attraction to you. We will help you find a nice home to buy. We will even outfit a complete dungeon for you when you have settled in. There are some logistics when owning a slave that you have not been exposed to of course. You have to decide what he will be doing when you are here at work. It isn't like he is in any position to get a job. He only has, what, a 5^th grade education."

It finally sunk in what he just told me. I jumped up, grabbed him and looked at him and asked, "Is this for real? Are you serious? Wait, you aren't making fun of me or torturing me are you?"

He looked straight in my eyes and said, "No, never. It is your slave now."

I started crying yet again. I apologized that I must look like a baby to them. They assured me I wasn't. I got a hold of myself and said, "This deserves a drink of that stuff," and I pointed to the bottle.

The Administrator laughed and said, "YES! You couldn't be more right Senior Master. Let's all have a glass of this stuff," as he held the bottle. Although Sean, we call it Whiskey."

"Yes Sir!" I said. "Will it taste better this time though?"

He said it should, I just needed to acquire the taste for it.

So there I was. Sitting in a Corporate Boardroom. It all just seemed to be too much too fast. I am suddenly aware I am back in my head. Nothing is happening around me. It is more comfortable here most of the time when things get too much. So, there I was yesterday and this morning, so nervous, so worked up, and pretty much distraught over what was going to happen before walking in here. Now look, I am a Senior Master, I actually belong here and have a legitimate place in this very boardroom, I have my beautiful precious slave boy, and I am blown away. I never in a million years thought this could be the outcome.

It almost seemed like this was all planned out. Was it? Did they already decide this before I got here? Was that why his conferring around the table was just a quick glance at them. Oh god, I need to call my dad. No wait, I need to tell Donahue first. Wait, what am I thinking, Dickcheese first!, then Donahue, and then my dad. I was shaken out of my head again by the Administrator. I again came back to the present.

"Sean, does this ever happen when you are training or where you might put the slave in some sort of danger?

I apologized yet again, and said, "No, it never has. It is just a very safe place for me to sort things out. I am in control, I decide the intensity level, you know?"

He assured me did. "Okay, are you ready for a toast?"

"What Sir? You want toast now? In the afternoon?"

"Sean, a toast is what it is called when everyone has a glass and cheers or congratulates, or acknowledges something, or gives good wishes or wishes for good times in the future."

"OH! Yes Sir, I'd like to toast that way then!"

He raised his glass and everyone else did. So, of course, I did this time too. "To Senior Master, Sean Kennedy Williams, who now knows he gets a salary, and an office, a spot at the boardroom table, and of course, and apparently, a can't do without, slave boy. To Sean!"

I drank it right down like they all did. It burned again, but less than before. I suddenly was in my head again. Damn, it had never happened so many times before in such a short period of time. I guess it was all the excitement. I thought, these Men that I hold in very high respect, must think I am an idiot or something. I didn't even know what that stuff in the bottle was. I wouldn't have known what Whiskey was though. I've never been exposed much to alcohol, even after all these years. We don't drink much here at all. We all have a life we are 100% responsible for and we don't shirk that responsibility. That is a slave's life after all.

I was brought out of my head space, yet again. I apologized and said all the changes, happening so quickly, and my emotions getting to me, was causing me to drop out. The administrator, actually hugged me and said, "It's okay Sean, it really is, just be you. Okay?"

"Oh yes Sir, I will try Sir."

He looked at me funny, and said, "Don't try, do Sean."

"Of course, Sir."

He said to call him some name but I couldn't remember what he said. I will have to look at his email and cement his name in my head.

He stopped everything, and said, "Sean, don't you have your very own slave to attend to? "

I jumped up, "Oh my God, Dickcheese!" I grabbed my stuff and was running out the door when I stopped. I turned and babbled my sincere thanks and gratitude over and over. I probably looked like an over the top excited kid, but at that moment I felt that way.

I ran all the way back to Donahue's place. I didn't even knock. It didn't even occur to me at that point for some reason. I rushed in and went to where Dickcheese was caged. I opened the cage and literally dragged him out. To say he was startled was an understatement. Here was his Master acting like a maniac. I grabbed him and told him to listen carefully.

"Yes Master."

I looked at him and said, "Jimmy you now belong to me! We will be together forever! Slave is mine, and yes, for real!"

He was stunned to say the least. He collapsed down but I caught him and sat down with him and held him. He had actually fainted.

When he came to he looked at me and said "Slave won't be sold to some stranger? It won't have to serve a Mistress and do that gross stuff ever again? It gets to live and be with Master for like forever? Master does love me! Slave knew you did, It just knew it!" He started balling like never before. He was shaking and crying and wouldn't let me go. He said something barely loud enough for me to hear. "It knew it loved you when you held slave as those mean men were doing those bad things to it! It knew you cared about it! Slave tried real hard to be good so you would want It!"

"Oh, Jimmy, yes I know. Slave is the best slave anyone could ever want".

We stayed like that a while. Donahue pulled Facefuck out as soon as I rushed in. He didn't really know what was going on, but didn't want Facefuck to see it. He gave him some slave comics to read and keep himself occupied. Donahue came back in as quickly as he could and just stood off and listened.

When we came back to our senses, I looked around and found Donahue. I apologized for just rushing in, but I couldn't wait a second longer. He said he now understood why. He told me I had to tell him everything. I told him I would, but I needed a beer, bad even after those two little glasses of Whiskey. He had us go in and relax in the living room. Jimmy sat at my feet and was holding on to my legs for dear life. I told Donahue everything. He sat back stunned.

He fell down and hugged me. "Oh Sean, I couldn't be happier for you. For you both actually."

Fuckface, was just sitting there not knowing what to do or what to feel I'm sure. Donahue told Fuckface to make dinner for two. Jimmy looked up and asked if he could help Fuckface. I told him yes that would be lovely.

We both sat to eat and our boys were very attentive throughout the meal. We told them to serve themselves their meal. They got their bowls and waited for the first piece to tell them it was time to eat. Donahue and I retired to the couch and talked while the boys cleaned up. He asked, so what exactly was I going to do? Where would I live? Would I still get a cottage? What was I going to do with Dickcheese now that I owned it. I said, first his name would be changed back to Jimmy. Then I didn't know, I thought I needed to get it, no him, into homeschooling, like I had done. He was too smart not to graduate high school. He would excel, I just knew he would. He was way behind then, just like I was, but he would do it! God, he loved learning, so much. I did know though, he needed to be occupied though. I just couldn't leave him alone. Oh! Maybe there is a spot for a slave on staff here. kitchen, labor, or cleaning, or something. God, I needed to look into that fast. That would be perfect, just perfect. Donahue grabbed my face and told me to slow down. I was so worked up, it took a while of him holding on to me to, to get myself together. I told him, I had a lot to do, but I couldn't be happier.

Chapter 16
A New Life

Well, a lot has certainly changed and so quickly. I decided to let Jimmy grow some hair back on his head. It would be short though, for the time being. He would still be shaved below the ears. He didn't know any different for himself. I would inspect him regularly for any hair growth. He was still in chastity, but he is no longer plugged all the time. I did tell him to relax now, that things are going to be different. "Yes, Master." Okay, so I need to figure some things out.

The Corporation did help me find a really nice home horribly far from work. It was really nice, way nicer than anything I had ever seen before. Way nicer than what I have ever known. It sat on 12 acres of land actually. I didn't even know what an acre was then. The attorneys actually handled the purchase for me. I didn't have a bank account or anything, so they said if I authorized it, they would handle everything, and I would get the full documentation on everything. That sounded perfect to me.

It had a great space in part of the basement for the dungeon. The basement was actually finished off already, we just needed to pull up the carpet, cover the windows, and I decided adding a full bath on the other side of the half bath would be great for a dungeon. It was a 5 bedroom house actually. That was so much more than I would ever need. I couldn't figure out why they were showing all this to me. I wouldn't know what to do with all those bedrooms. It had a nice enough kitchen that would work just fine for us. It was big enough for a big table. So that was more than I needed as well. It didn't have the latest appliances, but it was more than I thought we would need. It had a formal living room with a fireplace, and again, I didn't know what you do with one of those. It also had a formal dining room. I thought, that is just a waste of space. It had what they called a family room. That was where I could see myself spending my time. It was more casual looking. I didn't need fancy. It also had a fireplace. There were these big glass doors that slid open and led to a big cement area with some decorative coating on it next to a large swimming pool. It had a slide and diving board too. I knew I didn't know how to swim at all, and I was guessing that Jimmy didn't either. But, being a teenager, he would probably take to it quickly. Then I noticed a flat concrete basketball court. What the heck was I going to do with all this? It was just stupid really. I didn't swim and I didn't know the first thing about taking care of a pool, yard, let alone fixing up stuff on a house. I didn't know if I needed any of this. I had only ever lived in the cottage or an apartment other than the flop houses or where ever my sperm donor dragged me too.

I called my Dad rather frustrated, and told him about the house. I told him it was a waste and that I was so frustrated about all that. I just needed a small kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, and a dungeon. It had all those bedrooms, who needs all those? I went on and on about it.

When I took a breath, my dad said, "Are you done now?"

I said, "What? Oh yea, sorry Dad, I was going on and on there."

"Yes you were. Take a breath. I will help you decorate it to match your style."

"I don't have style or anything Dad."

"Son, he said, "you started out with nowhere to live. Then you came to me and grew up in my cottage, and were then provided with living accommodation because of the nature of your job. Then you got an apartment on campus which was essentially the same. You then ended up in a cottage again. All you know is what was provided for you. Did you ever think to decorate or make them your own?"

"But Dad they weren't mine."

"Son, did you ever buy pictures or prints you like?"

I replied, "Like those I have in the dungeon?"

He said, "No, ones for you to appreciate and enjoy."

"No, I didn't know about that and didn't think about anything like that. I have those pictures of my slave boys. That's it."

"Okay, take a breath. How about I come down to visit you tomorrow. We will walk through the house together and you can show me everything. We can talk about it all. It will all be fine, trust me."

I told him I did trust him, but that it was a lot more house to clean than Jimmy was used to.

He said, "I know son. But, it will work out just fine."

My dad came up the very next morning. Jimmy had not seen the house either. I had just told him it was rather big. I walked him through the house like the Realtor had done with me. He said he would suggest I put bunk beds in 3 of the bedrooms. I didn't know what a bunk bed was, so he had to explain that to me. Wow, I saw right then, you could fit more people in that way. That was cool. I knew I was naive, there was just so much I still didn't know about. Stuff I felt I should know. He went on and said we should put a single bed in one of the upstairs room, and I would have the master bedroom downstairs.

I asked, "Did you call it a Master bedroom since I am his Master?"

He said no, the master bedroom was the largest one that had a bathroom off it. It usually had a larger closet as well.

"OK, Dad but one bedroom upstairs has a bathroom too."

He looked at me and said, "Even better. You and I could have those." When he came to visit he would probably have boys with him, they could use the bunk beds.

"But Dad, I would have to lock Jimmy away in the dungeon when they are here."

He said it wouldn't be necessary if Jimmy was wearing black pants and a white shirt or just casual clothes, they could be told he was your house manager or assistant or something else. "Hell, tell them he is your lover for heaven sake."

"What? A lover? I love you Dad."

"|And I love you too, but a lover |is when two people love each other romantically but were not married. You need to wise up, You are in this new adventure now because you are in love with him. Jimmy's not just your slave anymore.

And I realized he was right. I just hadn't come to terms with it yet.

My dad went on to say that he meant so much more to you than just a slave. And yes, he could still be my owned slave, but it didn't have to be so regimented, so strict, or so stiff. He would still do what I told him, but he could also make decisions, like for example, what to plan and make for dinner. Or he could set up his own schedule for cleaning the house. But when he was all done, we could then cuddle on the couch or have sex as lovers and not Master/slave. he asked if I was getting the picture.

"Yes Dad, it is just so different."

I took him to the basement and showed him the space. He said it was pretty large and a dungeon didn't need this much space, especially with an already trained slave. If you get another slave with no training, then you might need more equipment. You could make a games room on one side and the dungeon would be behind a soundproof wall and soundproof locking heavy door. I queried why I would make another room when, I didn't even know what to do with those I would have already?

"Okay son, I get it. But if I bring boys down they will need a room to play in and rough house or play games or watch TV or something. That couldn't happen in the formal living room and you would probably want to keep the family room as your own space."

So I told him that the living room was just going to be sitting there never used. I told him that would be a waste.

"Okay Mr. Practical."

"Dad, why couldn't they use that living room for whatever boys do. We could put whatever games you said and couches too. I could put up a TV too for them."

"Okay Sean, it's your house, so that could work too. If you had other Masters or Trainers over and were entertaining them, you would want a space nice enough and large enough for people to be comfortable."

Oh, I had not thought of that, that others would actually come here. He suggested I should make that powder room or half bath into a full bath. And an extra bathroom might come in handy.

So I gave the go ahead to purchase this huge house for one person and a slave. I was informed very quickly that the deal had been completed

I was still in the Cottage at that time, but there was a Trainer waiting to move in so I needed to get out, since he could get a boy to train any day. Dad told me to get everything together that I owned and was taking. Jimmy was kneeling next to me when Dad arrived at the cottage. I introduced Jimmy to my Dad, he immediately went and greeted my dad as Master's Dad, as he was trained. Dad acknowledged Jimmy and told him to stand up. Jimmy looked to me and I nodded. He stood up. My Dad gave him a hug. Jimmy froze. I told Jimmy to try and just relax, it was okay. My Dad actually told Jimmy he was part of our family now. Both Jimmy and I must have looked stunned. I hadn't thought that far ahead regarding how I would treat Jimmy now that we would have our own place.

I told Jimmy to thank my Dad and then get his uniforms, and empty my closet. Take down the pictures of my boys in the bedroom and the posters etc. from the dungeon. As my slave boy was doing that, Dad said I clearly still had a lot to figure out. Things were not the same anymore. He was actually mine now, I was not just training him. Was I going to keep to the rigid rules and protocols? I told him I sure didn't know at that time as I hadn't thought about it.

We have been in the house for several months now. I guess we are lovers, but Jimmy still always defers to me as he was trained to do. He had been so conditioned he is more comfortable that way. I had told him he needed to come up with his own cleaning schedule so everything was addressed once a week, unless we had company coming over. That confused him. He had not made a decision in years. I am still Master to him, I had told him to use my name Sean when it was the two of us, and Master when appropriate with others here who know our situation. However, he still just stayed with Master. He is also sharing my bed. I have to tell you that was a long struggle. He started by looking for space for his sleeping cage.

He looked at me and said, "Master, where is a suitable spot that would be out of Master's way and make Master happy, Sir."

So at first he was caged every night, and he was happy. That cage was his little safe place. But, then I talked him into trying to sleeping outside the sleeping cage. That was not well received but as it was what I wanted he brought up the padded rubber mat that was in the bedroom at the cottage. He begged to at least be chained to the floor or something. Which I did. After a few nights of this I told him to sleep in the bed with me. He said slaves never use furniture, especially Master's bed. I ordered him to sleep in my bed with me. He so tentatively got in and then just laid there on his back stiff as a board. I knew he would come to enjoy a real bed, but it was too new, and mine. He said it was in my private space. I tried to help him understand it was his space now too.

He asked, "Master, would Master be happy if slave was locked by an ankle restraint to the bed through the night?"

I said no, but I did ask him if he would feel better doing that.

"Oh yes please Master that would be wonderful."

So as a compromise, I did that, and he sleeps much better. I purchased him a new slave collar. It was a shiny metal one. It was round and went around his neck tight, but not too tight, you know, loose enough to wear with no problems. It looked like a heavy necklace. I had a stylish clip that clipped on and looked like the same material as the collar but flat. I could attach a lead to it as well, as there was a loop. It looked amazing on him. I did have it engraved with Jimmy, Property of Master Williams. He cried when I showed it to him. He said it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When I showed him the engraving, he launched into my arms thanking me. He said he missed his collar from before, so this was a great gift.

Jimmy is now enrolled in homeschooling. He was tested and found he was at a fourth grade level, but that he was an intelligent and very sharp boy, who should be able to catch up quickly if he was motivated. I thought that that was ME many years ago. He also worked in the Institute kitchen two days a week, and then floated to other areas who needed extra labor on other days. He loved working outside the best. He always volunteered to take the grocery orders to the apartments and cottages since he got to be outside while doing it. He had helped the labor boys with the flowers and plants in the back garden area of the Main home. He kept saying how smart they were and that he admired them. I think because they worked hard and were very tanned and strong. We walked through those gardens so often when he was training, he was pretty familiar with it all.

He is a happy boy overall. He loves to feel needed, and goes out of his way to make his Masters happy. When he is not needed somewhere at work, he was caged up ready to be pulled out when needed somewhere. It was a very small cage. He got along very well with everybody he worked with. His Masters in each area he worked in, always gave glowing reports. He volunteered for any job that needed to be done, especially outdoors.

So, we have gotten settled in. I host my dad and his many boys for weekends and holidays. Holidays were a new thing we had to learn all about. Jimmy has not really been open to all the changes. He loves serving my dad's foster sons although he was always nervous, never said much at all with them. He was so focused on making us all happy. If anyone had a bad day or was in a mood, he felt responsible and would try to do something to cheer that person up.

I told my Dad once, that I felt foolish being 35 or 36 years old and not knowing about stuff like holidays that everyone else knew. He assured me that due to my background up to that point, I was doing well for myself. That I shouldn't be embarrassed. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Just explain to people, that I just didn't know what they are saying or talking about.

Jimmy and I really were lovers by then but he was most definitely my submissive, okay slave. That was such a strong part of his personality, that it would never change. I had been thinking it was time to take his chastity cage off. He was a teenager by then and they had urges. It would be an interesting change. One I just knew he would learn to love. He promised he would still only cum when I allowed it. He was so dedicated, that he would accept that gladly and follow that. We'd have to see, I saw mistakes happening in his future. He already left marks on the sheets, so I know his balls are full all the time. He couldn't decide on a cleaning schedule on his own and begged that I gave him one, please. So, I told him to tell me how long it took to do each area. He did, and then we sat down and made up a schedule. I wanted time with him and I wanted him to slowly learn about relaxing, enjoying just watching TV, or reading a book, or something. That would be a huge struggle. He just lived by his schedules. He really needed to be told what to do and when. I knew it would take time. He wasn't trained overnight. So reversing a lot of that, will take time too.

He gets so excited whenever I tell him my Dad is coming. He makes sure his room is perfect. He makes sure the boys have everything they ever need. Dad told him he was spoiling them. He always said they deserved it. I know he saw them as free boys and he was there to serve them. He just never expressed that sentiment outright. He seemed to love them being here though. He loved watching them enjoy the pool, using the basketball court, running around playing. Jimmy and I had both tried shooting hoops when we were alone, but like everything else, I guessed, it would take time. He loved waiting on them. He came to me once, and asked, "Would it make Master happy if the slave played catch with the boy Sirs some time?" I told him it would and he should just ask them if they would play with him. That didn't work. He just couldn't ask anything of them. He never really spoke to them. I don't think he knew what to call them. So, I then went and asked them if they ever played catch and several of them said it sounded good. So, they asked him once in a while, and he jumped at the chance, unless it interfered with his schedule.

He had to work some weekends at the Institute, since it operates 24/7. He got upset the few times his Master's Dad was down, but he had to work. He felt he should be there for them. I did keep an eye out to make sure the boys were not taking advantage of him or abusing him. We both were naive, but he was younger and had not been allowed to learn acceptable social skills, well, we both were that way.

My father and his boys were visiting again one weekend. And one night we were in bed after everyone was in their own rooms. "Master, can I tell you something without you getting mad at me or punishing me?"

I told him I would let him know when he told me what he wanted to share. He said he was with the boy Sirs earlier and they asked him about why he does everything around here. Why does he wait on them. They said they have to help out at home with chores and clean up after dinner, but Jimmy did all of it here. They had a schedule for dishes, washing clothes, and all that stuff. Jimmy told me he just stood there panicking, thinking he needed to come get me. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't really had many conversations in recent years. He was desperate to go and find me so I could come and talk to them. He said he wanted me to tell them the correct answer. He just turned around and came to find me. I was sitting and talking with dad and watching something on TV, and he couldn't bother his Master Dads.

I looked at him and asked," Master Dads?"

"Master, slave felt like you are my dad too and my Master. I love you like a dad. I don't really remember much from when I was a kid, but you are so good to me, I still pretend you are my dad. Well in my head you know. You make me feel special and happy."

I told him that was very nice of him, and we'd try to figure that out. I would have to think about that. I thought it might confuse things since we were lovers.

He apologized for thinking that from the beginning, and promised to never do that again. I told him it was perfectly okay, we were on our own, I just needed time to sort it out. Then I asked, "dads?"

"Oh yes, Master Williams is just like you Master. I love him now that I know him. He treats me good, even though I am just a slave. I want to take care of him just as much as I do you Sir."

"Okay Jimmy, we'll discuss this later too. But, You ARE more than just a slave. So much more."

"Now, focus, what was it that you wanted to tell me."

"Oh yeah, Master it forgot! Well, slave was serving the boy Sirs whatever they wanted, one time they asked me, Um, well, why I did all my work around the house. Why was I waiting on them like some servant, since I was about their ages. They also asked me why I don't sit on the couch with them or anyone. They wanted to know why I stand by in the dining room and wait on people rather than eating with them. Did I ever eat? I got real scared Master. There were so many questions all at once. Slave panicked and it just turned around and tried to find you, so you could go talk with them and tell them the right answers. But Master, Master was busy with Master's Dad Sir. It really needed you to talk to them and tell them. Slave was going to interrupt you, but slave knew it was wrong to interrupt Masters. It was so scared, It was thinking to go into Master's sleeping cage. 'Cause it would be safe in there. So, it ended up going back to them and slave was crying and shaking, and they told me to sit down. Slave sat right where it was because they told it to. It was so scared. Slave had a thing in it's head going back and forth. Should it tell them about itself or not? But, if slave did, than it would have to tell about Master being my Owner and Master. It sat there trying to figure out what Master might say to the superior free boys. Master always told it it had to be honest Dad. So decided it should tell them what it is."

He went on to say, that he asked them if they really wanted to know. "Would they promise not to hurt him? They said they would and wanted to know why he thought they would hurt him? They said they liked it Dad, OH, it meant Master Sir! Master, slave is so sorry Sir. But Master, they really did!"

"Of course they do Jimmy, you are lovable. So, what did you tell them?

"Well, slave told them it was a slave. It told them it had been a slave since it was 9 or 10. Slave told them it was proud to be a slave, and that it loves serving Master and taking care of Master and making Master happy. It told them Master was its Master. Slave told them it was also Master's lover now. It is both. They asked me lots of questions. Like what was it like when it was young? What was the training like? How did Master treat slave? It even, Master, showed them it's scar from the chip and also it's tattoo. They wanted to touch them! They didn't make fun of it or hurt it or anything Master! They asked how slave felt about Master now. It told them slave loves Master more than anything in the world, and that It now felt the same way for Master's Dad.

"They wanted to know who Master's Dad was. It couldn't think of his free name so it said he was Master's father. Slave thinks they understood what it was trying to say. Slave tried to explain all that to them, but it is not good at talking. It took a long time. Talking with free people is so hard. Slave didn't like it, it likes it when Master talks to superior free people so it doesn't have to."

So, I asked Jimmy, if they were okay with him and me and everything?

"Oh yes Master, Sir Willie was telling me that the gang he was trying to jump in, had slaves. I don't know what that jumping in means."

I told him I didn't either. We would ask my Dad, he would know. Anyway, he said the older guys or men owned the younger ones and took care of them and gave them rules and everything! Just like slaves! He said he didn't know really, but he doesn't think their training was like mine, but they did have some!

Then he said, "One of the boy Sirs, Simon was staring at it though, that made it real nervouser than it already was Master, anyway, isn't that interesting Master? There are people like slave out in the free world. It thought that Lincoln thing ended slavery, except for us slaves at the institute Sir. Slave doesn't know if they love their Masters like it does though, slave didn't talk with those other slaves though, since they were not there."

I reached over and put my finger to his lips. He looked at me and said, "It's doing it again, isn't it. It's sorry Master. Oh! Master, can it go tell Master's Dad?"

"Jimmy, I told you he is already in his room and I already gave you your maintenance spanking, and locked your ankle."

"It knows Master, but it needs to tell him! Master's Dad needs to know! Could it just go real quick and tell him Sir? It'll be good, honest, it won't even bother him too much. It thinks he needs to know. Can slave share…"

I again pressed my finger to his lips. "Oh, it just did it again."

"Yes, you sure did. Okay Jimmy, I will unlock you and we can go together. Would that work?"

"Oh Master of course what ever Master decides would be perfect, It'll obey. It'll be real good too! Okay Master, can slave go now Sir?"

I looked at him and told him with a laugh if I didn't allow him to, neither us would get any sleep unless I put him in a sleep sack with a gag.

"Oh, Sir, that would be okay too Master, It will love that, because, you decided it."

"Calm down now Jimmy, we are going. Just give me a sec to put shorts on."

"Oh yes Sir. It will wait."

He said that while he was bouncing and vibrating on the bed. I unlocked the chain to his ankle restraint, but left the restraint on him He never thought about being naked of course. So I had to grab his arm, and tell him Master's Dad probably didn't need to see him naked. He looked at me confused.

"Master, really Sir? Master's Dad is a Master too Sir."

I told him that Master's Dad was now retired and helped boys, and he does not train them. Also, why didn't he just call him "Master Dad" instead of Master's Dad?

"Yes Sir it likes that sir! Oh okay, slave will put it's rubber underwear on, but Master it is wearing Master's clit cage Sir, and it hides its clit. Really, Sir, It's okay, let's go!"

I asked him if he would want one of the boys to see him naked. He thought for a minute, so I interrupted whatever was going on in his head and told him, "Jimmy put your undies on. Jimmy!"

I had bought him tighty whities to try. My Dad had bought me some when I was a kid. I still wore them. My dad once asked if I would like boxers or boxer briefs. I had no idea what he meant, so I said those were fine. And they still were. Anyway, oh man, they are so cute on him. Jimmy doesn't like them. He says they strangle him. Anyway, I went with a young teen aged boy bouncing along. I attached his lead, hoping that would help him focus. That was a fail though.

He stood there behind me waiting for me to knock and open the door. I knocked and waited for dad to let me know it was okay.

"Dad? I have someone who apparently needs to share something with you, and it, apparently, can't wait until morning."

We heard, "come in." I walked in and Jimmy followed behind me and to the left automatically. He knelt down and bowed his head but he was vibrating. I told him to stand up and tell Master Dad what he needed to share.

"Oh, okay Yes Sir!" Jimmy took off and launched him self on the bed next to my father. I yelled, "Jimmy!" But I knew he didn't even hear me. He started his non-stop motor mouthing, "Oh Master Dad Sir, slave has just got to tell you what happened tonight. Slave can't believe it happened and it had to talk, it means really talk with superior free boys, and slave was so scared and nervous, and it started crying, and slave went to find Master so he could talk to the boy Sirs and tell them the right stuff that they wanted to know. But slave could never interrupt Master and Master Dad, 'cause slaves never interrupt them of course. It just wanted to get into Master's sleeping cage, 'cause it knew it would be safe there. But it isn't in Master's room any more and it just had to go back and tell them that Master would tell them tomorrow. But, slave ended up telling them and they listened to it! Really Master Dad, superior free boys actually listened to slave…"

My father did the same thing to Jimmy that I do to him. "Oh, sorry Sir, slave was doing it again Sir."

"Yes, you were Jimmy. Now, start over and take it slow. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly."

"Sir, Oh yeah, Master has it do that a lot Sir."

I told Jimmy to please focus and start over.

"Oh, Yes Master it will. So, Master Dad," and away he went… He told him everything twice. My dad was very patient with him.

"Jimmy, he said, "I take it you feel good about this? You had a real conversation with the boys? And they treated you okay and weren't mean to you or anything?"

"Oh No Master Dad, slave thinks they like it, it really does! Could slave sort of be allowed to try to talk with them again. It wouldn't interrupt them when they are busy Sir, it promises Sir. Slave would never overstep its status and try or even imagine to be friends with them Sir. It knows it should never be familiar with superior free people. But Master Dad Sir, would slave be allowed a few words once in a while Sir?"

It was obvious he was getting wound up again. "Sir, they talked with slave like it was free, but slave felt really good being Master's slave lover guy, whatever that is, with the free boy Sirs. It told them it loves its Master and it loves you too Master Dad! It really does, Sir should know! Slave really loves making you happy. Sir is happy right? Does it make you happy Master's dad? Sir can tell its Master if slave does not make Sir happy, and Master would discipline it to help change or fix it. Master will spank it or something else, but that is certainly okay, right? That means it is learning more so Sir would be happy with it and let it take even better care of Sir better. Slave love…." And on went Dad's finger again.

"Shhhhh, Jimmy. I promise if I have any sort of a problem or concern, I will let Master know. You have my word. Okay?" Jimmy nodded his head. "Jimmy, I am very happy you shared your story and that it went well for you. These boys have all had different lives and experiences, and I have been working with them and with their counselors to help them be more accepting and not so judgmental of other people. They are still learning though, so if they are mean to you or hurt you with words or with their fists or anything, you let Master know. He will tell me and I will deal with them. Okay?"

"Yes Master Dad it sure will, but it thinks they might like slave, so it doesn't think they will hur…".

I stopped him myself. I told Jimmy to go to the bed and lock his chain back on.

"Yes Master!" He leaned over to me and said, "Oh Master, slave didn't bother Master Dad too much did it? It doesn't ever want him mad at it, and if it needs punishment Master, Sir would know, and slave would take it and learn from it Sir, just let me know Sir…."

I interrupted him. "Jimmy, go to bed. No talking for 30 minutes."

"Yes Sir!" And away he went.

I apologized to my Dad and said he hadn't talked that much or ever been that enthusiastic about anything other than when I told him I owned him. I explained that I had tried to talk him into coming to dad tomorrow, but when that excitement hit, it was sometimes impossible to reign it in. When he got wound up it was like a whirlwind. I was sorry to have bothered him.

"Oh, Sean, he is just so excited. I have to assume that this was the first time for him of actually talking or at least answering questions with free boys?"

"Yes Sir."

"Sean, he is as precious as anyone could ever ask for. You were right, he would have been crushed and devastated to leave you."

I looked at him, and said, it would have been worse, he vowed suicide.

"Oh No, was that what he said he would do. That would have been tragic. Good night Son, I love you and I love your little guy full of happy energy. It is interesting to watch a slave after a sale."

"Night Dad I love you too."

So there I was in my own home, with the boy I had trained as a slave, who I love very much, and I was trying to bring back some of the free boy trapped somewhere deep in his head. If anyone is interested in hearing how we got on and what has happened since then please let me know, and I could share the rest of our story.

The End