Introduction

Hello. My name is Lucas Arnold and I'm 12 years old. This strong fellow here is Mike, my Slave Fighter. I've been training him for nearly a year now. Michael Parker, as was his name before becoming a S3 slave, is my classmate. I've known him since pre-school. Looking at him, can you believe that he's one month younger than me?

You're probably wondering, if he's my classmate, how can I treat him like that? Well, that's a long story. It happened over a year ago. We were at school, when Michael got a text from his mom that his little brother Sid had an accident and was on the way to the hospital. Michael left the school without permission and 'borrowed' my bike. The worst was yet to come. As he rushed to the hospital on my bike, he wasn't paying attention, and accidentally ran into a girl. She suffered a broken arm, so poor Michael was arrested. The girl's father was very angry about the situation and brought charges against him. Between his unauthorized absence from school and the accident, he was facing a seven year sentence as a S3 slave. In addition, the girl's father decided that he would have Michael nullified, and his legs cut off to serve as a doll for his daughter.

Even though Michael and I weren't very close, we were classmates, talked, visited each other's birthday parties and so on, but we weren't really friends. But he was my classmate since elementary and I felt sorry for him. I didn't want to see him suffer such a horrible fate, so I decided to become a plaintiff in Michael's trial, claiming that he stole my bike. This added three years to Michael's sentence, however, it gave me the right to put a claim on Michael's fate as well. My dad had already promised me that he'd buy me a slave after my 11th birthday, so instead, he made a deal with the father of the girl. My dad, who's rather wealthy, owns a Mitsuyota dealership. In exchange for selling us Michael for a fair price, he offered the girl's father a huge discount on a new car of his choice. Fortunately, the offer was accepted and he sold Mike to me unharmed to a fair price.

Right from the beginning, I made it very clear to Mike that he was now my property, and that I was going to train him up to become a fighter competitor in the Slave MMA. When we first started, Mike wasn't a very aggressive boy and lacked a fighter's physique, however, we came to an agreement. He agreed to train hard, inhumanly hard … the kind of training the likes of which you could only give to a slave. In exchange, he got to keep his manhood, so long as he didn't not disappoint me.

I took possession of Michael two days before his eleventh birthday. To be merciful, I gave him time until the day after his birthday before starting training. I even allowed him to spend his birthday with his family. The following, day his training began …

Chaper 1
Day one

After receiving a week of basic slave training, Mike was finally delivered to me today. I'd prepared the attic for him beforehand. When he arrived, he was already wearing the special accessories that I had custom-made just for him: a leather collar with a metal inlay complete with a chain attached to the front, and a stainless-steel cock-cage. Once I'd signed the delivery note, Mike stood to attention with his hands behind his back.

"Master, I'm here to serve my sentence as your slave," Mike blurted out with uncertain nervousness in his voice. His body was trembling with fear.

Putting on my friendliest smile, I responded, "Very good, Mike. I shall demand a lot from you, however, if you serve me well, I guarantee that your life here won't be too horrible. There may even be some bright moments."

Mike looked directly into my eyes. I could see that tears had welled up in his and he was barely holding them back when he responded, "Yes master, I'll always give my best!"

Damn, I could hardly believe that my former class-mate was now my slave. Just a few weeks ago we were both minor citizens and equals, however, now his life rested in my hands. The first task will be to rebuild his body mass. Just look at him! The past few weeks had taken their toll on him. Since the last time that I saw him, he'd lost a few pounds and was even skinnier than before. Building up his body is going to require a lot of effort.

I smiled at Mike again and responded, "Very well. From now on, don't refer to me as master. You may address me as boss. That sounds so much cooler, don't you think? Now, let me show you your home for the next ten years."

"Yes, boss!" Mike responded eagerly, who followed me up to the attic.

"This is where you'll sleep and train from now on," I said giving him the quick tour. There was an old cot for him to sleep on against one wall, a desk against the other, and various exercise equipment towards the back. I'd even had a toilet and wash basin installed. "Not too shabby, right? Other slaves get far less, having to sleep in cages, stables, or even outside on the ground."

The tears that he'd been holding back began to slowly trickle down his cheeks. What had started as tears of fear, had been transformed into ones of joy. I doubt that neither the youth detention facility nor the slave initiation and training center had such nice accommodations.

Choking back the tears, he meekly said, "Thanks, boss. It'll be just perfect."

Michael was all fidgety and appeared uncomfortable. Looking into his eyes, I could see the shame he must be feeling at this moment. I admired his bravery. If it were me, I'd probably go hide in a dark corner and cry until my eyes were red. My first instinct was to show him compassion. However, the Guidebook for the Treatment of New Slaves which had been provided to me when I signed the contract, was very thorough regarding their initial treatment. According to the guide, slaves adjust to their new role faster if they're not shown any compassion right from the beginning. Showing them pity during their first few days only gives the slave a sense of false hope, resulting in unnecessary emotional distractions. It is crucial that a new slave owner be harshly strict to gain the slave's full obedience. Later on, kindness can be used as a reward once the slave has earned it.

Don't get me wrong, deep inside I did feel very sorry for him. Michael's parents weren't wealthy and couldn't afford a good lawyer. If the same had happened to me, my dad's legal-team on retainer would have cut a deal. I'd be lucky to receive only one-quarter of the penalty time. This was a lesson for Michael that life isn't always fair.

"Slave, down on your knees right now!" I demanded, trying to sound bossy.

This caused Mike to jump slightly. His eyes widened with fear and his mouth was agape with shock.

"Yes, boss. I'll obey," replied my slave with a look of apprehension in his eyes. His fear caused him to almost yell as he responded in his attempt to sound obedient. I judged from his facial expression, that he must have suspected what was to come next, and despite how he personally felt about it, there's wasn't anything he could do about it. He followed the order instantly.

The feeling of superiority I had over another human being had gotten me really excited. I could feel my dick growing inside my underwear, straining to be set free. I was acting all cool, however, this new situation had greatly aroused me. I was keenly aware of my heart pounding in my chest. When I finally pulled down my pants, my penis was rock hard and pulsing in time with my beating pulse. At long last, my very own slave! His entire existence was to serve me. He'll obey my every command for my pleasure. I've dreamed of this forever and now it's become a reality. What makes it better is that it's someone that I've personally known for a long time.

"Put your hands behind your back!" I ordered sternly. "The only thing that I want to feel on my dick is your lips and tongue, no teeth. Understand?"

Mike's gaze had already focused on the hardened spike of flesh sticking out from my groin. "Yes, boss! I'll try my best to please you."

I grabbed the chain around his neck and roughly pulled Mike upwards. In this position, his knees were slightly lifted off of the ground, and he had to step forward with his left foot to avoid getting choked. Despite this, he kept his hands behind his back as ordered. I looked intensely into his shocked eyes and said, "You'll try to please me?! You WILL either please me, or you'll be severely punished. I didn't arrange for you to become my personal slave for you to only try. I always want your best effort at all times."

I then released the chain and he sunk back onto his knees again.

"Sorry, boss. From now on you'll only get my best, honest!" responded my slave, catching his breath.

It was incredible how much Mike had learned during his week of basic slave training. Before he began his training, I completed paperwork to inform the slave internment center what forms of sexual education I consented to them performing on him. I'd checked off the 'no sexual abuse by instructors' option. I didn't like the thought of my slave being sullied by others, especially adult men, before I had the chance to enjoy him. They were only allowed to use tools such as sticks and dildos during his sexual pleasure training.

Getting back to Mike kneeling on the floor… He was kneeling in front of me with hands behind his back as instructed, and then leaned forward and put his mouth around my dick. As he began to suck on it, I groaned, "Oh my God, that feels awesome!"

Feeling the warm moistness of his mouth around my boner made my head swim. Up until now, the only thing that had ever touched my dick in my young life was my family's pediatrician and good old five-finger Mary. That's jerking off in layman's terms. Getting my first blowjob from another boy was better than I ever imaged that it would be. I could feel my heart pumping faster in my chest as my excitement level increased. They'd trained my slave well. He was moving his head in a smooth yet fast piston motion and I could feel his tongue swirling inside my foreskin, caressing the glans. It was just perfect. I was already so horny that I knew that it wouldn't take long until I came.

I put my left hand on his head and began to stroke his hair. "You're doing great, Mike, they did a good job training you!"

Of course, with my dick stuffed into his mouth, he was not able to respond. "I'm going to come soon! Don't you dare waste a single drop of it. I want you to swallow all of it!"

I felt a slight nod of acknowledgment from Mike as he continued sucking on my erection. Suddenly, the big moment arrived. The nerves in my body fired off in waves as my young body was overcome with orgasm. I could feel fluid spurting from the end of my cock and into my slave's mouth. Mike kept on sucking as he began swallowing my spunk with small, audible gulps. My god, it felt so incredible. I think I loudly groaned some like "Hell, Yeah!" Damn! I bet that everyone in the house must have heard my outburst.

It was so exciting and intense! I'd never felt so satisfied after coming before. My dick was getting sensitive, so I stepped backwards, allowing my dick out slip out of my slave's sexy mouth. While I pulled up my pants, Mike fell backwards onto his butt, then brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He sat there on the ground, mouth still open, with a vacant look in his eyes as he gazed down at the floor. Tears of shameful disgust slowly trickled down his cheeks. Mike did great for his first day, so he deserved a little praise. According to the guide book, creating a lasting bond between master and slave was important. Giving a them a little recognition when it is earned is equally as crucial as punishment is when they disobey. I knelt down in front of him, put my left hand on his head, and made him look me in the eyes. While I tenderly wiped away the tears with my free hand, I smiled at him and calmly said, "You did really great Mike. I'm very pleased with your performance."

Upon hearing that, his eyes brightened a little as he responded in a soft, shallow voice, "Thank you, boss."

"I'll leave you alone for a while." I continued, "Why don't you get some rest, and become acclimated to your room and all of the equipment. I'll bring up something for you to eat a little later. Starting tomorrow morning, you'll be allowed to dine with me and my family downstairs for all meals. You're going to need lots of protein so that you'll gain some weight, so rest assured, you won't be starving during your sentence."

"Yes, boss!" Mike responded with slight hope in his voice. He then shifted his gaze downward at the floor once again.

As I was climbing down from the attic, I could hear Mike softly sobbing. I guess that he still needed to come to terms with the new reality of his life for the next ten years. He would have no more free will, hardly any contact with his family or friends, and he'd have bid farewell to the idyllic, carefree childhood that fate had robbed him of. To make it up to him, I'll ask mom to make him some burgers for his meal later. I knew from school, that he was totally excited when there were burgers on the menu.

When I arrived in my room, my heart was still pounding like crazy in my chest. This was such an incredible experience. I logged into my computer and started a new daily journal. I called it The Slave Fighter.

Chapter 2
A rough evening

Nearly two hours had passed since I'd left my slave up in the attic. I'd already finished dinner and was heading back to Mike's living space upstairs, tray in hand. I was smiling from ear-to-ear as I carried my slave's special evening meal. The main course consisted of a juicy cheeseburger with all the fixings, some homemade French fries, and an icy-cold can of soda to wash it down. There was also a small stack of napkins. For dessert, a chilled glass of milk and some tollhouse chocolate chip cookies. I couldn't wait to see the happy, appreciative look on Mike's face. I was still getting used to the fact that I had my very own slave. As I began to climb the ladder up to the attic, I felt like king of the world, however, that was about to change.

As I reached for the latch to the attic door, I could hear the unmistakable sound of hysterical crying coming from above. The sobs were filled with such pain, despair, and sorrow that it made my heart heavy with sadness. Lifting the trapdoor upwards a crack, I could see Mike kneeling in front of the bed with his torso laying on top of the mattress and his head buried in his hands. As he lay there, body trembling from sobbing, he was murmuring something unintelligible.

I opened the hatch the rest of the way, placed the table upon the desk, then started to walk over to Mike to try and cheer him up. He was so busy crying that he hadn't noticed my arrival. Before I got too close to him, however, I detected a foul scent coming from the toilet. It was the pungent, acrid stench of vomit.

"Mike, did you throw up?!" I yelled at him accusingly. Dammit, I didn't want to shout at him, but the situation caught me completely by surprise. I fear that I came across as much angrier than I had intended.

Startled, Mike abruptly turned around and sat in front of the bed. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and there was snot slowly oozing from his nostrils. He must've been crying all this time since I'd left him earlier. His facial expression was a mixture of fear and panic, lips trembling as he sheepishly glared up at me.

"I … I … I'm sorry boss, really! I … I didn't intend to … oh god, I'm so sorry!" He stammered as raindrop sized tears cascaded down his cheeks in his attempt at an apology.

"Mike, I –" began as I took a step towards him.

"No! No!" he screamed with a look of terror in his eyes. Like a frightened animal, he desperately tried to move away, using his feet to push himself backwards. Mike's back thumped against the side of the bed, then his entire body slid along the edge towards the far end of the bed.

"Mike, calm down!" Shit, I was shouting again.

Naturally, my slave responded by assuming a fetal position on the ground and putting his arms protectively over his head. His entire body trembled with fear as he screamed, "No, Please! I'm sorry! Please! I'll be good!"

I was shocked. He'd experienced a total breakdown. Michael acted like a frightened, beaten dog that was scared to death. Why was he so fearful towards me? I hadn't abused him. All I had done was make him suck me off. Was that really such a horrible experience for him? Racking my brain, I tried to make sense of it. In my mind I searched for answers in the slave guide, which I'd fully memorized by the way. Suddenly, the solution became clear as I recalled a section of the book:

***

There may be occurrences when a slave falls into a deep depressed state and completely shuts down both emotionally and mentally. When this happens, the slave usually stops responding to orders. In this case, it's highly recommended that some type of physical pain be applied to snap them out of their non-responsive state. Indirect physical forms of punishment using tools such as whips or sticks is suggested. If the master beats the slave with their bare hands or kicks them, it could permanently damage the relationship between the two, and is therefore discouraged. If physical punishment doesn't do the trick, then there are other acceptable methods to try. These include: (1) Asphyxiation, taking great care not to cause unconsciousness. You don't want to permanently brain damage your slave; or (2) Denial of food and/or water. It's important to remember that the denial limits for slaves of class S2 to S4 is no longer than twenty-four hours for water, and up to ninety-six hours for food.

***

Damn, who comes up with this crap anyways? When I look at the scared little boy in front of me, a beating was the last thing he needed right now. I couldn't believe that Mike was so scared of me. What the hell did they do to him during his basic slave training? I know that physical punishment is inevitable when training a new slave, however, they must have really beaten the crap out of him. Was it my fault they did this? I didn't give the instructors permission to rape him during training, so maybe they physically abused him instead. I wanted Mike to obey and respect me, not to fear me. Man, this wasn't how I imagined that our first day together would end up at all.

"Mike." I started, speaking softly. There was no response, so repeated his name a bit louder. Still nothing. "Michael!" I said in a firm voice. Upon hearing his old, free name, had limited effect. Although he still cowered on the ground, his trembling and weeping became less intense. "Come on, get up!" I said in the calmest voice that I could muster.

My calm façade belied my true feelings. I was really upset, but not at Mike. The thought of what they must have done to him at the slave induction center was the cause of my anger. Back at school, before he became my property, he'd always been introverted. I'd describe him as a sensitive, tenderhearted, unobtrusive, calm soul who liked music and literature. He also fiercely loved his brother. He was everything to him. In the end, that's what got him into trouble in the first place.

I carefully, non-aggressively stepped towards him. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, but first we need to talk," I continued calmly. I then gently grabbed him below the armpits and pulled him up so that he was sitting upon the bed. Next, I retrieved a washcloth from the cabinet beneath the wash basin and dampened it with water, then handed it to Mike. "Here, wipe off your face with this, you look horrible."

"Thanks, boss." He replied with a soft, raspy voice. He was still choking back tears.

I then sat down at the table to give him some space as he cleaned himself off. After several minutes he appeared to have calmed down enough to have an intelligible discussion. Now that he had pulled himself together, I got up and sat next to him on the bed.

"Mike, what am I going to do with you?", I started. He was staring at the floor, unresponsive again. I placed my left hand onto his shoulder, then used my right to firmly grab his cheekbones. Next, I turned his head toward me, forcing him to look me in the eyes.

"Boss, I –" he began with a shallow voice before I abruptly interrupted him.

"Silent! I'll do the talking, you just have to listen."

Although I was still really steamed about the situation, I remained calm. Mike nodded twice to acknowledge that he understood and would comply. I then released my grip on him, after which, he resumed looking down at the floor again.

"You know, this was my dream!" I began. "I've wanted my very own slave for the longest time. To train him to become a strong fighter and have lots of fun with him –"

I paused to take a deep breath, "Do you know how much I looked forward to today? This was supposed to be the best day of my life, but you ruined it! Damn, what was I thinking? I should have asked for some nameless slave. At least he'd have been grateful for getting a nice master like me. I just had to show compassion to you! How could I have been so stupid?"

The pace of Mike's breathing quickened as he began to wring his hands nervously.

Resuming my discussion, "You messed up and got severely punished for it. Do you know how much I had to beg and plead with my dad before he agreed to arrange for you to be released into my custody? Sure, I'll expect a lot from you. You'll have to train hard as a fighter and serve my sexual needs when required. As long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I'll treat you fair. However, you're already going all mental over one lousy blowjob?! What were you expecting, a fairytale holiday? You're a slave now, so get used to it!"

Mike turned and looked me in the eyes again. He began to open his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but thought better of it when I glared back at him with a fierce, serious look. I sighed and took another deep breath, then continued.

"As I see it, you only have four options. The first being that you pull yourself together and do what I expect from you. Endure fighter training, become stronger, and give me pleasure when I want it. In exchange, I'll treat you well, allow you to see your family regularly, and provide you with additional amenities to make your stay here more bearable. I will also make sure that no one but me will touch you. You are mine and mine alone. The best part is that once your penal time has concluded, your balls will still be attached to your body."

I paused again, then continued, "I'll give you until tomorrow morning to think it over. When we next speak on the morrow, you'll need to try hard to convince me that you're willing to fulfill my expectations. If you fail to do so, then the second option is that I take you to the slave market and sell you to the highest bidder. Bids won't be too high, through! Selling you after just one day, everyone will assume that there's something wrong with you! You'll end up either as a slave laborer on a farm, working sixteen-hour days; or you might be bought by some old, fat, hairy geezer who'll have you castrated and turned into his sex doll. Either way, you won't be allowed to see your family for the remainder of your sentence."

I could hear Mike gulp with surprise as he pondered that scenario. "The third option is that you could try to run away, but where would you go? Even if you made it to the border, there is tight security and our neighboring countries shoot slaves on sight who try to cross the border. And there are no save hideouts within the Five Districts, that's just rumors. They always catch escaped slaves, that's a given. When you've been captured, you'll end up as an S0 slave. In other words, human live-stock. After performing a penectomy and an orchiectomy, your throat will be sealed. That doesn't sound like a very bright future now does it?"

I briefly paused again to allow it to sink in. After a short while, Mike looked at me again, his mouth slightly agape as if he had something to say. Before he got the chance, I continued. "By now, you must be wondering what the fourth option is?"

My slave reluctantly nodded in acknowledgment. I then grabbed the end of the chain attached to his collar and held it up in front of his face. With my free hand, I pointed towards the punching bag hanging from the ceiling behind me. "Do you see that hook that the punching bag is hanging from?" I said with a dry tone. "If you use one of the desk chairs, you just might be able to reach it."

Mike looked momentarily confused, that is until it dawned on him what I meant. He looked at me with fearful eyes and his breathing had sped up again. The thought of hanging from hook obviously didn't sit well with him. I glared coolly into his eyes, then abruptly released the end of the chain which swung downward and smacked his cock cage, making a loud CLANG. My slave winced in response, either from the chain hitting his cock, the loud sound of metal-on-metal, or maybe a bit of both.

He was still staring at me like a deer in the headlights when I got up and walked towards the hatch. Just as I was about to open it, I turned towards him and said one last thing, "I'll be back tomorrow morning at 6 A.M. sharp. I expect that you'll have made your decision by then." I then pointed towards the tray of food that I'd brought with me, "Also, for god's sake, please eat something! Mom expended a lot of effort preparing this for you. Don't insult her by allowing it to go to waste!" Without waiting for a response, I left the attic and returned to my bedroom.

After flopping down onto my bed, I yelled, "Damn! Damn! Damn!" up at the ceiling at nobody in particular. I'd really wanted to continue my journal then play some video games afterwards, however, I was just laying there staring blankly at the ceiling. There were too many thoughts racing around in my mind right now. Turning to look at my clock-radio, it was just past 7:30 PM. Damn, this was going to be the longest night in my life… I doubt that I'd get any sleep at all.

Chapter 3
Sleepless Night

After lying on my bed for nearly half-an-hour thinking on what to do about Mike, I got restless and got up. I distracted myself a little by playing my favorite first-person-shooter, Last Base Online. Nearly twenty-five minutes and nine head-shots later, I found that I just wasn't enjoying myself, so I frustratedly logged off. Switching gears, I decided to perform some vigorous exercises to kill time.

Staying fit and healthy was a very important part of boy's lives in the Five Districts. Even though my dad was quite wealthy and I'd get a lucrative job working at my dad's Mitsuyota shop one-day, I want more out of life than money. I'd like to marry and have a family someday. There's tough competition for girls, so they can aford to be a bit picky. They do not just look for wealth, but also for boys with strong, healthy bodies. To that end, I work hard to maintain a peak physical condition.

I hope that I will be as lucky as dad was. He and mom are head-over-heels for each other, and they love me very much as well. This is actually very uncommon among couples these days. In the Five Districts, a woman's social status increases if they give birth to a girl rather than a boy, so it's not unusual for a woman to abandon their family if their first born is male, opting to find a new husband. Some of the benefits of rearing a girl are that the parents are placed in a lower income-tax bracket and that females are given exclusive access to the best education.

It'd been nearly one hundred and fifty years since the Oestrovirus first struck our society, causing a severe ratio imbalance between the male and female population. After about thirty years' time, the number of males had far surpassed that of the females. As a result, heinous crimes against women began to increase exponentially. To curtail this, the government enacted the first male slave laws, which helped dramatically decrease the rate of crime. Twenty years later, after noticing another spike in male-on-female crimes, lawmakers eliminated the minimum age restrictions of the male slave act.

Technically speaking, boys are considered their parent's property at the moment of birth, so they could legally be sold once their umbilical cords have been cut. This is quite uncommon, however, for obvious reasons. Seriously, who'd buy a baby slave anyways? They aren't of any use as laborers nor are they allowed to be sexually abused until the age of six. As such, most slave markets have a minimum age limit of six years or older.

This reminded me of a boy I knew when I was little, named Christian, who lived nearby. He and I were best friends growing up, that was until we reached third grade. Shortly after he turned eight, his mom gave birth to a healthy baby girl. Soon after, they decided to sell their son into slavery in order to devote all of their resources to their newborn baby girl. I never saw Christian ever again after that.

Dammit, my mind was wandering again. I stripped off my shirt and began with some push-ups. Like the many generations before me, I grew up with the slave act, it was just part of life. Now that I had my own slave, I gained a new perspective and began to think a lot about it. I recalled a story I'd heard about a boy named Joshua, who attended my school over fifteen years ago. His mom abandoned him after he was born, leaving his dad to raise the boy on his own.

Like me, his dad gave him a slave, whom the boy loved very much. Unfortunately, his dad had to sell Joshua's slave. The boy's love for his slave was so strong that he bet his own freedom in an attempt to get him back and lost it all. He ended up becoming an S1 slave and was devoted to a very cruel master. His fingers were amputated and the boy was turned into a pony. His very last words spoken before they cut his vocal chords have since become an urban legend. As his fingers were being severed from his hands, he shouted to the other boys in attendance, "Haven't you realized that you're all slaves already?! The difference is that some of you just aren't wearing collars yet!" I never fully understood what he meant… [this refers to Chapter 6 of Tales From the Five Districts by Calvinus]

Next, I grabbed my dumbbells and began training my biceps and pectorals. As I did so, I kept thinking about Joshua's plight. There were no records of his whereabouts, however, there were many rumors eluding to his fate. Some say that his master hung him a few months after his pony transformation, while others claim that he froze to death on Krampusnacht. There are even those who believe that he managed to escape and went into hiding, then started an underground resistance movement, where he is leading a rebellion against the slave act. This is all just conjecture and hearsay, of course, and that the government denies that he ever existed.

I managed to kill a good chunk of time by doing more training than usual. Boy, was my body sore! Since it was just past 9 PM, I changed into my sleeping trunks rather than my full pajamas. Even though it was the middle of May, the nights were unusually warm for this time of year. My gaze fell upon the slave boy poster that featured the one and only Hektor that hangs in my room. He was such an awesome fighter with an 80%-win rating. He's already fifteen years old, however, he still looks kind of cute despite his well-muscled physique. The fake metal collar he wore was so cool. Hektor was the inspiration for what I'd planned to do with Mike. It would have been great to see my slave compete against the veteran warrior in a fight, however, he'd never be ready in time. Hektor's term of enslavement ends in four months.

This made my thoughts meander back to Mike. I was beginning to worry about him. Was he crying again? Damn, all the things I'd said earlier suddenly flooded my mind over and over. Would he seriously consider the fourth option? How could I suggest to my former classmate that he commit suicide if he didn't like his fate? I was so stupid! Was he desperate enough to go through with it? What if he … my body froze as the image of Michael's swinging from the ceiling hook haunted my mind's eye. His lifeless little body swaying slowly back and forth on the chain, his head unnaturally bent to the side, and his dead eyes locked in a final death gaze of desperate fear. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

Bounding off of my bed, my first instinct was that I needed to go check on Mike immediately, however, I stopped just before stepping out of the bedroom door. My thoughts began to race. What if I'm too late? What if he'd already gone through with it? The image of his lifeless corpse kept flashing in my mind.

I returned to bed, terrified. How could I have been so cruel to him? Damn, that's not the type of person that I really was, not at all.

What I really wanted to do right then and there was to march right up into the attic and give him a nice big hug, and then tell him that I was sorry for the things that I'd said. I'd tell him that I'd help him through this hard time, however, I was too afraid. "What if I'm too late?" I repeated to myself. How would I explain it to his little brother and immediate family? In two days' time, Michael would have turned eleven. I'd already promised his family that I'd let them take him for a few hours. What would my dad say? I bet he'd never allow me to have any more slaves. Despite all of my worrying, I somehow fell asleep.

I was abruptly awakened by the sound of Steven Tyler belting out a tune from my clock radio, "That kinda lovin', turns a man to a slave. That kinda lovin', sends a man right to his grave. I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy …". Before turning off the alarm, I yelled at my clock-radio as if I'd lost my mind. "Shut the hell up, Steve! What do you know about it!" Dammit, it was ten minutes to six in the morning already. I felt like I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. "Shit, Michael!" was the first thought that entered my mind. I couldn't stand the uncertainty of not knowing any longer. Practically leaping off my bed, I ran at top speed out my room and over to the ladder that lead up into the attic. I didn't even care that I was still only wearing my sleeping trunks. I just had to see Mike. "I hope he's okay! Please, god, let him be alright!" I frantically thought to myself.

Climbing up the ladder, I stopped just before opening the hatch. There was a strange noise coming from above. It sounded like metallic rattling mixed with someone huffing and puffing with physical exertion. What the hell was going on up there? Opening the hatch, what I saw both relived and shocked me at the same time.

Mike was lying on the weight lifting bench pumping iron! Although he'd picked the lightest weights made for the barbell, he was really struggling to lift them above his head. Looking over on the desk, I saw that he'd completely polished off all the food and beverages I'd brought to him the night before. Not only that, but he'd cleaned and dried the plates and drinking glasses, and then turned them upside down on top of the tray. He'd also opened the small window built into the side of the roof to let in some fresh air. The horrible smell from yesterday was gone.

It took a few seconds for Mike to notice my presence. When he finally did, he quickly put the barbell back onto the weight rack, and then got up off of the bench. He stood at attention directly next to it, eyes looking forwards and devoid of tears, with his hands behind his back. He reminded me of a military cadet awaiting orders. His chest was still heaving from his intense exercise routine. Mike must have been training since before sunrise. I was completely speechless. It was hard to believe that this was the same slave that was whimpering with misery just last night.

As I stood there staring in awe with my mouth agape like a moron, I noticed that Mike kept sneaking looks at me, then looking straight ahead again. It then occurred to me that I was just standing there like a fool with a stupid look on my face. Snapping out of it, my first thought was, Is this my slave? Yes, it certainly is! I thoroughly inspected Mike's sweaty body. Hell, I finally got what I wanted. I finally had a slave that I could mold into a fighter!

I stood directly in front of my slave, looking him right in the eyes. He did the same with an intense, unwavering look. "So, Mike, it seems that you've made up your mind."

"Yes, boss!" replied my slave with more confidence than he'd displayed last night. "I know that I disappointed you yesterday and wanted to make it up to you by starting my training this morning already! I'm also willing to accept any punishment you deem appropriate for my misbehavior yesterday."

I was so relieved. I was of two minds on what to do next. Part of me wanted to give him a big, loving hug; while the other desired to kick his ass for letting me worry about him all night. I settled for something in-between, lightly bopping the top of his head with my knuckles. Mike winced a little from the small amount of pain, however, he recovered quickly and immediately returned to his attentive stance.

"Well, you seem overly energetic today!" I exclaimed with a beaming smile. "Why don't you use some of it and do fifty push-ups for me right now, on the double!"

"Yes, boss!" blurted Mike as he dropped to the floor.

My slave started out strong. His first ten push-ups went very smoothly, however, his lack of stamina was evident as he performed the next twenty. His body shook with physical exertion as he struggled to keep going. He began to get creative, moving half his body upwards, then willing the other half to do the same. Towards the end all he could manage was to move his bum up and down until he finally reached fifty repetition. It was the most comical thing I'd ever seen, almost causing me to audibly giggle.

Once he'd finished what would surely go down in history as the worst demonstration of push-ups ever, he got back up, stumbling as he did so, and returned to his attentive slave stance. I gave him a moment to recover. A steady stream of sweat dripped off of his body, dampening the floor boards in front of him. His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths of air.

"That's enough for now, slave!" I said acknowledging the effort. "However, there's plenty of room for improvement."

"Yes, boss. I'll train harder to build up my stamina, I promise!" wheezed Mike, still tremendously out of breath. "I'll become the strong fighter that you expect me to be!"

I couldn't begin to describe how I felt right now. After that rough, sleepless night, I was so relieved that Michael was still alive. I paused and stood there looking at him with a prideful grin on my face. I suddenly became keenly aware of his gaze upon my body. He kept staring down at my crotch, which had tented outward due a fresh hard-on. I'd totally forgot that I was only wearing my skimpy sleeping trunks. Mike's eyes were wide with wonder at seeing the bulge building up in my trunks. Shit, I hadn't realized how much it excited me watching my slave exercising. Watching his cute little butt humping the floor towards the end was kind of sexy looking.

Showing some restraint, Mike's eyes snapped back upwards so that his gaze focused onto my face. I was about to say something, when he suddenly turned around and got in front of the weight lifting bench with his ass pointed towards me. Then, after grasping the handles of the barbells, he bent slightly forward, then scooted his bum further backwards. His gaze was focused down at the leather weight lifting bench below. I was stunned. Mike was freely offering himself to me without any hesitation. After what had happened last night, this was most unexpected.

I really wanted to shove my boner into my slave's tight little asshole right then and there. As tempting as that was, the image of him cowering and whimpering was still fresh in my mind, so I decided not to push my luck. I wanted to build upon the trust that Mike had in me. I like how things turned out today and I didn't want to ruin it by abusing Mike again. I'm positive that he'll return the favor by showing me loyalty.

"Are you out of your mind?!" I said to him sternly. "You smell like a dead animal that's been baking in the sun for three days!"

This comment caused Mike to turn around and look at me with confusion.

"Do you really expect me to fuck a filthy little slave?"

My slave's confused expression began to change to insecurity. His mouth was agape and he clearly didn't know what was expected of him.

I pointed to the hatch and said with a huge grin, "I'm going to take my morning shower now. I expect for you to join me. You'll wash my back and afterwards, if you do a good job, you may shower off as well. That'll give you a chance to get rid of that horrible body odor of yours!"

Mike's expression was visibly brightening and he even sported a slight smile. "Yes, boss!" he replied happily with relief.

Chapter 4
Day two – The Shower

I went back downstairs to my room on the 2nd floor with Mike in tow. I ordered him to wait in the bathroom, while I disrobed in my bedroom across the hall. After tossing my used sleepwear into the laundry bin, I entered the washroom. Mike had already turned on the shower was checking the water temperature for me.

"Do you want it cold or cozy, boss?" asked Mike upon noticing me.

"Keep it cozy," I replied with exhaustion in my voice. "I had a rough night and I'm in need of a hot, relaxing shower."

"Yes, boss. If you wish, I can draw a nice hot bath for you too," said my slave sheepishly. "That would be even more relaxing, don't you think?" He was blushing slightly, knowing full well that he'd been the cause of my sleeplessness the night before.

"That's very thoughtful of you, slave. Maybe when we have more time. A shower will do just fine," I answered with a friendly smile as I approached Mike.

As I got closer, I noticed that my boy-slave was admiring my body. The horniness I felt earlier had gone, however, it still made me feel a little weird. I realized that this was the first time Mike had ever seen me fully nude. This wasn't like at school where I showered naked with other boys after playing sports. It seemed different somehow. Me and the other kids would horse around and make jokes just as young boys are want to do. When I think back to before Michael got into trouble, I don't recall him ever joining in. He'd always go straight home after sports. I guess he was a bit shy around others.

"Do you like what you see, Mike?", I asked my boy-slave with a lewd smile.

"Yes, boss! Your body is beautifully well sculpted! I bet you train every day!" my slave responded bash-fully. He quickly averted his gaze as his cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red.

I grabbed his hand by the wrist and pressed it up against my chest, then began to slow pulsate my pectoral muscles. "Do you feel that?" I asked as his fingers explored my well-muscled chest.

Mike gave me a confused look. I could feel his pulse quickening. "Yes boss, that's very –"

"A month from now, when I put my hand on your chest, I'll expect to feel well defined pecks that make mine looked like a plucked chicken. Is that understood?"

Mike straightened up again like a soldier taking orders. "Yes, boss! You won't be disappointed!" he replied sternly.

"Great, I'll hold you to your word." I then grinned evilly as I said, "You will be severely punished if you miss your goal!" This caused Mike to gulp with concern. Tapping him on the shoulder I smiled and continued, "Now, let's shower!" My slaved audibly swallowed again and nodded yes, after which, I joined him in the shower.

The water temperature was perfect. The hot, steamy liquid felt pleasurably wonderful after my stressful night. Not accustomed to having someone else's hands on me in the shower, I was a little nervous at first when Mike grabbed the soft soapy washcloth and began rubbing it up and down and down my back.

However, the apprehension disappeared when I realized how good it felt. "Go all the way down and make sure to properly clean between my legs!"

"Yes, boss!" my slave responded as he knelt down behind me.

He began by firmly scrubbing the back of my neck and shoulders, then worked his way down to my butt and between my legs. Mike even spread my bum cheeks and cleaned where the sun doesn't shine. Next, I could feel the softness of the washcloth brushing up against the back of my scrotum as he cleaned my crotch. Damn, it felt so good standing there and letting someone else clean my body for a change. I made a mental note to myself that this would become part of my daily routine. After Mike had washed between my legs, he continued further down and thoroughly scrubbed the backs of my legs and ankles. When he'd finished, I turned around, exposing the front of my body to my boy-slave.

"You did a great job washing my back!" I said, complimenting him as he stood up. "That was very pleasurable. Please continue washing the rest of my body."

Mike hesitated for a moment. He quickly gazed down at my body and noticed that my penis had become slightly erected. "As you wish, boss!" he replied licking his lips with nervousness.

After closing my eyelids to avoid soap getting into my eyes, Mike washed off my face, then moved his way down to my neck and shoulders. My eyelids sprang open when he scrubbed under the armpits. I was incredibly ticklish under the pits and had to bite my tongue to avoid giggling out loud. Mike proceeded to thoroughly clean the rest of my torso, paying special attention to the chest area. Every time the soft washcloth brushed over my pectorals and nipples, it caused waves of pleasure to course through my entire body. I wondered if he would hesitate when he reached the region between my legs. For a moment, it looked like he might, however, he took several deep breaths, knelt down in front of me, and began using the washcloth to clean my balls and penis. I noticed that Mike was holding his breath while he did this. The memory of what happened on his first night was probably still fresh in his mind.

I spread my legs apart to make it easier for Mike to thoroughly clean my entire crotch area. I felt his warm fingertips grasp the end of my penis and bend it upwards towards my belly button so that he could scrub the base and the underside. I began to softly moan in pleasure. Oh my God! It felt even better than the blowjob he gave me yesterday. With his free hand, he worked the washcloth down my thighs and calves. At this point, I had a full-on erection. My head lolled backwards onto my shoulders as my eyelids closed in response to the wonderful sensations that I was feeling. I was fully enjoying and savoring the moment. I never knew how sensual a simple shower could be!

My eyelids popped open suddenly when I felt Mike's soft lips touching the tip of my penis. By the time I'd looked down, my boy-slave had already encompassed my erection inside of his mouth and had begun gentling sucking on it. I was vaguely aware of his hot breath blowing from his nostrils onto my midsection. His breathing was slow and steady with no signs of the panic and uncertainty that he'd displayed yesterday. This was entirely voluntarily, catching me completely by surprise, albeit a pleasant one at that.

I could feel Mike's tongue toying with my glans. It was so awesome! I could feel tears of joy welling up within my eyes as I leaned up against the back wall of the shower enclosure. I began to joyfully groan to show my slave how much I both enjoyed and appreciated what he was doing. Even as he sucked me off, he continued to caress my thighs, hips and buttocks with the washcloth. What my boy-slave lacked in strength, he made up for with his excellent multi-tasking skills!

It only took me a few minutes to cum. The load was rather small this time and my slave easily swallowed it in quick little gulps. After releasing my penis, he continued to licked the sides of my penis to lap up every last bit of stray semen, then used the washcloth to give my balls and penis another thorough cleaning. When I looked down at Mike, I was pleasantly surprised to see the look of determination on his face. It was a huge improvement when compared to how he reacted yesterday.

"That's enough, Mike, I feel pretty clean now," I said as a gently held my slave's hand and helped him stand back up. Looking him in the eyes tenderly, "You really meant what you said earlier," I continued with happiness in my voice. "Your unexpected show of initiative made me really happy! I'm very pleased with you, Mike."

"Thank you, boss!" replied by boy-slave with a look of boyish accomplishment. "I'm happy that I was able to make up my disappointing behavior yesterday." Mike smiled softly with a look of relief in his eyes.

I felt such beaming pride! I couldn't hold back anymore and gave him a nice, strong hug, pressing our torsos together. As he lay his head upon my shoulder, I could feel is body shudder as he bravely fought to hold back his tears.

"Don't worry. I know that ten years is a long time and that both of us will be adults by the time your term of enslavement ends. As long as you're a good slave, I'll strive to be a great boss. I'll give you liberties that other slaves could only dream of." I then softly whispered in his ear, "You'll see. The years will just fly by." I then broke off the hug and gave him a tender kiss on the cheek.

Once I'd pulled back, I saw a lone tear slowly trickle down the side of his face. "Thank you, boss –" Mike said, choking back the emotional dam that was in danger of bursting at any moment. Mike then took a step backwards, causing the chain attached to his collar to swing like a pendulum and smack right into his cock-cage. When it did so, my slave gritted his teeth and his face scrunched up in pain.

"Mike, what's wrong?"

"It's the cock cage!" he replied with embarrassment. "I've been wearing it for ten days straight and the slave interment and training center staff never properly maintained it."

"WHAT?!" I responded in a shocked voice. "They were supposed to clean and apply fresh lubrication before they delivered you to me. Did they not?!"

Mike's cheeks flushed deeper with embarrassment when he responded. "Not exactly. To quote the trainer-in-charge, 'I'm not a cock-janitor! Let the selfish-ass owner of this little sucker take care of it!'" He then looked down at his feet.

"Shit! Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?!" I said raising my voice. "This chastity device needs to be disinfected and lubricated at least once a week!"

Looking back up at me sheepishly, "I'm sorry boss, but I didn't want to bother you with that on our first day."

"Oh, well, you're really something." I sighed. "Go ahead and take a shower now and clean yourself properly, then report to my room afterwards. In the meantime, I'll make preparations to take care of your chastity-device dilemma." I then dried off and returned to my room.

I retrieved the cleaning kit that came with the chastity device out of my dresser. It contained an ultrasonic cleaner, cleaning fluid, and some syringes with medicated lubricant. The cock-cage I got for Mike was a special model that is quite popular among owners of slave fighters. Unlike other models, this one is secured to the slave in two ways. The first is a ring that goes around the penis and scrotum. The second is a three-inch [7 cm] metal rod that goes all the way down into the urethral canal, and is interlocked with a bulging expander right behind the root of the penis. There's a silicone tube that extends from the expander, going up into the slave's bladder.

This uniquely designed construction ensures that the cock-cage remains secured while also providing the slave-fighter full range of motion during matches. It also provides superior protection against accidental damage to the penis and scrotum. The catch is that this model requires more frequent cleanings and lubrication applications than the standard model. If a weekly maintenance scheduled is not strictly followed, then it could cause the boy-slave to contact any number of urinary tract infections or even result in damage to the urethral canal.

Several minutes later, Mike walked through my bedroom door. "Sit on the bed and spread your legs!" I ordered him.

Without a word, he did as I had instructed. I retrieved the unlocking device from within the cleaning kit and knelt in front of Mike. He laid back onto his elbows and spread his legs widely to give me unobstructed access to his cock-cage. My boy-slave knew what was to come. He arched his neck backwards and tightly closed his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't very comfortable with what I was about to do to him. I suddenly felt awkward as well. I'd watched the included instructional video for the chastity device several times and thought it would be so cool when it came time to perform weekly maintenance. But seeing the metallic device clinging to Mike's small penis for real, I began to feel some insecurity, however, it couldn't be helped. Michael needed treatment immediately and I'd either have to do it myself, or take him to a slave clinic, which would be quite embarrassing for both of us.

After using the unlocking device on the cock-cage, the locking mechanism on the ring opened, and the bulging expander inside of his urethral canal deflated. I attempted to extract the rod with the tube, however, it seemed to be already stuck. As I tried to pull harder, I saw Mike's jaw clench as he began to bite down and emit a groan of discomfort. Damn, it must have completely dried out.

Hang in there, Michael. This'll hurt, but I promise it'll be over soon," I said with a reassuring voice. I looked around, trying to find something to help my slave enduring the pain, but the only thing that came in handy was one of my sandals that was standing next to my bed. I handed it to Mike. "Better bite on this, it's not looking good down here!""

My boy-slave replied with a strained muffled moan of acknowledgment as he started to bite into the back of my sandal. I began to carefully massage the underside of his penis and around the scrotum while I gently shook the cock-cage, trying to loosen the rod and tube stuck in his urethral canal. After nearly two minutes of fiddling around with the device, the rod and tube finally began to move, and I was able to pull both out of my boy-slave's penis. The excruciation pain caused Mike to emit a loud high-pitched growl of protest as I extricated the device from the inside of his penis. At least the worst part was over.

Damn, it would have gone much easier had Mike been able to spring a woody, however, it's strictly forbidden for slaves to experience erections. To ensure that they adhere to this rule, all slaves are given monthly injections that work like reverse Viagra, suppressing their ability to become erect. Unfortunately, one of the main side effects of the drug is that it causes bladder disfunction. This is why all slave chastity devices are designed to act as a valve, closing off the urethra either with a rod and tube (like the model that Mike wears) or by tightly constricting the penis.

Once the tube had been completed removed, Mike's face visibly relaxed, and he dropped the sandal. I thought about leaving the cage off of him for a while to give him time to recover, however, then I'd be forced to secure his hands behind his back, which seemed pretty cruel. It was strictly forbidden for a slave to physically touch their own penis. I was left with no other choice. After placing the cock-cage into its supersonic cleaner, I added cleaning fluid, then switched on the device and set it for one cleansing cycle.

Next, I had to treat Mike's urethral canal. Taking out one of the syringes from the kit, I inserted the tip into the opening at the top of my slave's urethra and depressed the plunger, releasing its contents into his urethral tube. The syringe contained a special, perfectly harmless mixture of lubricant, disinfectant, antibiotics, and painkillers. I applied pressure to his piss slit to make sure none of the medication would leak back out, then massaged his penis to work the fluid all the way up into his prostate. Just as I finished, the supersonic cleaner emitted a soft beeping noise, indicating that the cleaning cycle was complete.

With the chastity device nice and clean, it was ready to be re-attached. Even though the rod and tube both had a 5mm diameter, it easily slipped into Mike's freshly lubricated urethral canal. I then turned the wheel on the locking device in the opposite direction which firmly secured the cock-cage back into place.

"There, all done!" I said triumphantly, smiling with pride. "I hope that's much better now, Mike!"

"The pain's all gone! Thank you so much, boss!" replied my boy-slave with gratitude in his voice. He smiled at me with a look of relief and appreciation.I returned the smile and said, "Okay, let me go wash my hands, then it'll be time for breakfast." I was happy that Mike was feeling well again. "Besides, you haven't met mom yet," I continued. "She can be quite hard to handle. She's also not a big fan of slaves, so make sure to put on your best smile and be really nice and polite to her or she will eat you alive."

"Yes boss, I will!" Mike responded enthusiastically, although there was a slight look of apprehension. He was a naturally shy boy, after all.

Chapter 5
Day two – Breakfast

I entered the kitchen with Mike trailing just behind me. Mom was already busy preparing breakfast.

"Good morning mom!" I said with a cheerful tone.

"Morning, honey!" she replied. "Someone's happier than they were last night."

"Wait, how did you know that I was in a bad mood yesterday?"

"It took you a long time to fall asleep last night, that's how I knew," she replied matter-of-factly with an amused smile, "I could hear you rustling around your room way past your bedtime. Your father is the same way. Whenever something troubles him, he has a hard time falling asleep."

"I'm doing much better this morning, mom."

"I'm glad to hear that, dear. I didn't see much of you yesterday. You must've had a lot of fun with your new 'toy'. I hope that you treated him well."

'Yes, mom! I've decided that his slave-name will be Mike," I replied with a big smile. "The first few hours were a bit rough for him, but he's setting in, and the two of us are getting along really well! He'll be a good fit for our family, you'll see!"

While Mike stood next to me, mom walked around us and thoroughly inspected my slave's body. Noticing that dad wasn't in the kitchen, I said, "Hey, where's dad? I wanted to thank him for my new slave. I'm so happy with him!"

"He had to go to the car dealership early today," mom responded as she continued to closely examine my boy-slave. "He's expecting a delivery of new cars this morning." She then leaned in closer to Mike, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "So, you're my son's young slave. I hope that you settle in well here. When Lucas was a young boy, he constantly asked me and his dad for a little brother. I suppose that you're the next best thing," she said with a mischievous wink.

"Mom! Please!" I begged. I hated it when she brought up those stupid childhood stories.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Mike with a playful smile. "If you wish, I'll be just like a brother to him!"

"Please, call me Mrs. Arnold, dear." Mom pinched one of his cheeks and said, "Ooh, he is so cute, Lucas! Are you really planning to turn him into some cold, muscle-packed competitive fighter?"

"Mom, really, we – ", I began, when Mike interrupted.

"I'm okay with that, m–, uh, I mean Mrs. Arnold. I know that it's Lucas' dream to turn me into a fighter. It'll mean a lot of hard training and pain. I know how much he cares about me, so I'll happily endure it. I just know that I can do it! I'm really grateful that he went through all the effort of making me his slave. This is a very nice home, and you seem like good people. I could've ended up someplace much worse if not for him."

Mom put her arms on my boy-slave's shoulders and smiled even more, "Well then, welcome to the Arnold household, Mike. If Lucas ever goes too hard on you, just tell me, and I'll spank his little ass."

"MOM!" I complained. There was a slight giggle from Mike.

"There will be no need for that, Mrs. Arnold," he responded with a serious face, "I trust my boss and I'm curious to see where this new road will take me."

"You two seem to be getting along well!" mom answered. "Breakfast will be ready in few minutes. Meanwhile, would you please take out the trash, Mike?"

"Mom, he's MY slave!" I protested. "He only follows MY orders."

Mom turned towards me. Her smile changed to a devilish grin, "Young man, as long as you live in MY house, everything you own, I OWN!" she said sternly. As she spoke each word, she painfully jabbed my chest with one of her fingers. Looking at Mike again, she pointed at the trash bin. "Mike, trash out! NOW!" she bellowed like a drill instructor.

"Yes, right away Mrs. Arnold!" Mike responded seriously. After tying off the top of the bag, Mike grabbed it and left the kitchen without waiting for my acknowledgment. I guess that's what you call 'chain of command'!

A short while later, my slave had returned and placed a fresh bag into the bin. "Thank you, Mike," mom said with a friendly smile.

I glared angrily at Mike. In return, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looked down at his feet. I think it was his way of saying 'Sorry, boss, but I didn't have a choice.' I gave him a strained smile in response.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" mom triumphantly announced. "Mike, naturally, you'll sit next to Lucas. As my son requested, you'll get a big, protein rich meal. You surely won't starve in this house!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Arnold," he replied as he sat in the chair next to mine.

Mom placed plates of food in front of us. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, bacon, butter toast, and a quartered apple. To wash it down, there was a glass each of orange juice and milk. True to her word, Mike's portion was fifty percent larger than mine.

"Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Arnold," said my boy-slave politely. "It looks delicious!" His eyes widened with excitement. He probably hadn't eaten this good since his incarceration a few weeks ago.

"So, what are you planning to do with your slave today, Lucas?" mom asked.

"We'll probably go out later," I responded. "I'm going to have Mike do some running today to improve his stamina. I also want to show him off to my friends."

"That's fine, honey," mom replied while she sat down with a cup of coffee. "Please promise me that you won't be cruel to him, despite how badly others tread their slaves. He's still a human being and I expect you to treat him with some respect at least."

I was just about to respond to that, when Mike suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back and firmly replied, "You don't have to worry about that, Mrs. Arnold. I know that my boss only has the best of intentions and that he'll take good care of me. I will happily serve him and do whatever he desires." He then sat back down and continued eating. Mike's statement was a real surprise for me.

I put my arm around Mike and responded to mom, "The only cruel thing he will have to endure is the hard training I have planned for him. Besides that, I'll treat him really well. I promise, mom!" It was turn to sport a devilish grin, "A few months from now he'll be the source of envy for all the other slaves!"

Mom's smile got even bigger, "You two really do get along well. Lucas, it seems you did not just get a new slave, you also got a new friend. I am happy for both of you!"

"I am very happy with Mike, too!" I responded with my most convincing smile that I could muster. "I'm sure that Mike will be happy here, too!"

My slave looked me in the eyes with a happy expression, "I will, boss. I will!"

After we finished breakfast, I addressed my slave, "Mike, I'm going to go put on my sneakers. In the meantime, you'll help mom with the dishes!"

He stood up as well and responded, "Yes, boss. I happily will!"

Mom looked at the eager young slave again and said, "Having a slave in the house really has its advantages."

"Told you so!" I responded while leaving the kitchen. I could hear mom chuckle sarcastically as I walked away.

Chapter 6
Day Two – A Trip To The Park – Part I

By the time Mike and my mom had finished the dishes, I was dressed and ready to go. A few minutes later the two of us left the house together. Since we were walking to a well-maintained area of the city, there was no need for Mike to borrow my sandals. Besides, he will have to walk a lot barefoot in the future, so it's best his feet get used to it. As I closed the door behind us, I felt a sense of excitement. I finally had my own slave and was going to show him off to all my friends. Some of them already had their own slave-boys and constantly bragged about it, however, most only owned S1 slaves who had changed hands one or more times.

Not Mike! He's a S3 slave; young, fresh, and more importantly, unaltered. It's pretty rare for a boy in my circumstances to own such a young, temporary slave. They usually get sold at a premium price to older men to be used as sex toys. Thanks to my dad's well-honed bargaining skills and my claim against Mike for the theft of my bicycle, the asking price for him was greatly reduced, thus making it possible to afford purchasing him. In that regard, that makes him a very special possession. My friends are going to be so envious when they see Mike!

When we started walking towards the street, I could see in Mike's face a look of insecurity, and he kept covering the front of his chastity cage with his hands. He nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking quite uncomfortable. I'd almost forgotten that this would be Mike's first time being seen nude in public. I can imagine how embarrassed he must feel. Despite this, slaves are not allowed to wearing clothing, with the exception of footwear, so he'll just have to get used to it.

I gave my boy-slave a strong slap on the butt to snap him out of it. Mike reacted with a surprised groan while stumbling forwards a few steps. While firmly grabbing his shoulders, I sternly ordered him, "Stand upright, slave! No more slouching! You're going to become my strong warrior, so I expect you to show others a tough attitude!"

"Yes, boss," Mike responded with a sense of determination. On cue, he instantly changed his pose. He assumed a straighter posture with his chest puffed outward slightly, and his hands behind his back. His facial expression transformed from insecure to determined resolve. It was exactly the look I expected from my future slave fighter.

"That's much better," I smiled proudly at Mike. "I want you to leave a good, lasting impression on all of my friends," I continued with a serious tone. "Don't you dare let me down! While we're in the house, I go pretty easy on you, however, outside I expect you to show your very best slave behavior, is that clear?"

Mike nodded quickly in agreement, then replied with a strong, determined voice, "Yes, boss! I won't disappoint you!"

"Great," I replied with a wicked smile. "Then let's go!"

Upon setting foot on the sidewalk, I could see someone approaching from the distance. Shit, it was Anita, the last person on earth I want to run into right now. And she was riding her pony boy. Damn, she was headed straight towards me! I really hated that annoying, spoiled bitch! Of course, nobody would dare say that to her face. She was a girl born of privilege. Her parents were extremely wealthy, owning a huge villa that was located two streets over from where I lived, and they own nearly a dozen slaves. I'm pretty sure she wasn't overly fond of me either. She and I had a history.

About three years ago, this was before Christian had been sold into slavery, he and I used to amuse ourselves by playing harmless pranks on the girls in our neighborhood. I vividly remembered one day in particular. Christian and I had decided to sneak into Anita's villa. The young girl was always playing with her expensive dolls. Out in the courtyard, she'd left one of her dolls just lying there. It had blonde hair, I think.

The next thing I know, Christian pulled out a small concave mirror out of his pocket and positioned it so that it reflected a narrow beam of sunlight right at the plastic toy. A short while later doll's pretty blonde hair began to smoke and smolder as it caught fire just as Anita had returned. Upon seeing her prized toy burning like a Roman candle, she screamed at the top of the lungs, while Christian and I hysterically laughed our asses off. She somehow discovered us hiding in the bushes and chased us out of the villa, all the while hurtling the vilest of curses as we made our escape.

Back in the here-and-now… Anita stopped in front of me. She dismounted her pony boy and pointed to the ground, ordering the pony to sit.

"Hello, Anita. It's nice to see you," I greeted her with my best salesman's smile.

"Oh, hi Lucas," she replied with her own friendly yet insincere smile. "I see you finally have your own slave."

"Yes. That's Mike," I said proudly. "I'm going to train him to become a strong fighter."

"Uh, huh," she said sounding slightly annoyed, even as she thoroughly examined my slave boy.

Mike didn't even seem to notice Anita inspecting him, instead opting to take a closer look at her pony-boy that was kneeling in front of us. It was hard to determine how old he was, probably due to the leather harness that obscured his face, and the possibility that he was regularly being injected with growth suppressing drugs. Below his metal collar, a small scar marked the place where his vocal chords had been removed. Also, small rings pierced both of his nipples.

His body was slim, yet muscular. Judging by the overall development of his muscles, my guess was that he was around twenty-years-old, but it was difficult to tell for sure. On his left pectoral he had the word 'FURY' tattooed in calligraphy font, which was his slave name. Covering his forearms and feet, he donned tight, leather sleeves ending in artificially created hooves. Before being fitted with the sleeves, the fingers and toes of the pony-boys are amputated. Between his thighs, a scar on his crotch marked where there was once a penis, replaced with a short urination tube poking out of the scar tissue. To complete his pony-boy ensemble, a butt plug inserted within his anus that had a long tuft of artificially created hair attached to the end of it. The brand mark of a S1 slave was burned into his right buttock.

I could see the discomfort in Mike's face, however, he kept his resolve and endured Anita's poking, prodding, and examination. My slave's eyes suddenly widened when Anita unexpectedly grabbed hold of his cock cage and pulled it upwards.

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"Why didn't you have him castrated?", she asked in a surprised tone.

My first urge was to respond, "Because not everyone's such a cruel, sadistic bitch like you!" Keeping cool, I instead replied, "I want Mike to become as strong as possible, and natural hormones are best for that. If I had him castrated, I'd have to administer regular growth hormone injections, and they're just not as effective."

S3 and S4 slave don't normally get castrated by their owners unless they do something very bad that warrants such a heavy punishment. There are, however, cruel masters that get off on marking their slaves for life. To that end, they fabricate reasons so that they can obtain permission to castrate, modify, or even brand their short-term slaves.

Of course, I'd never do that to Michael. Even though I did threaten him with that in the beginning, and I'd most like will do so again in the future, I know in my heart that I could never do that to another human being. Like my mom and dad always say 'Never do to others, what you would not have done to yourself,' that's how my parents raised me.

"I see," she replied in her annoyingly bright voice as she released her grip on the cock-cage. "Boys and their toys. Well, I'd just love to keep chatting with you, however, I've got a hair stylist appointment." Anita then began walking back towards her pony-boy.

I wanted to say, 'Yeah, sure, and I'd rather have a white-hot rod shoved my ass rather than talk to you, BITCH!', but though better of it and instead politely responded, "Bye, Anita. Have a nice day!"

"Bye, sweetie!" she said with her fake smile as she mounted her pony-boy. She then gave her pony-boy's buttock a swat with her small horse-whip, and they were off! I thought I'd finally seen the last of her, when she suddenly stopped her pony after a few meters, turned her head and said, "Oh, by the way, I've purchased another slave, Lucas! I bet you'll like him. He is at the training center right now and receiving the alterations I ordered, but I'll get him in one week," she said before turning back around and continuing on to her appointment.

Once she was out of earshot, I said to nobody in particular, "What the fuck should I care about another of your toys?"

The casual observer wouldn't notice the tenseness between Anita and I as we both hid our hatred of one-another quite well. In reality, it was a miracle that violent sparks of lightning weren't discharged whenever the two of us had an encounter. Mike was understandably confused by what had just occurred.

I placed my arm around him to comfort him, "She's quite an annoying little bitch, isn't she Mike?"

"If you say so, boss…" responded my boy-slave non-judgmentally. He knew quite well that the right to judge others was a right reserved for non-slaves only.

"But you're quite lucky!" I continued, "Your dick just got touched by a girl. I haven't got that much luck yet."

"I prefer it more when you touch it, boss!" Mike replied with a smile, "Your touch is much more gentle and I bet all she was thinking about was which knife to use to cut it off."

I could not hold back laughing out loud. My slave was developing a subtle sense of humor. I like this pretty much. "For sure," I replied still laughing, "And I bet she'll imagine it was my dick she cut off."

Michael could not hold back starting laughing himself. We were both standing in front of my house laughing like crazy. It took nearly a minute until we calmed down again.

"Fine, let's move on then," I said to Mike with a smile. "Let's hope the next person we bump into is far friendlier." Mike nodded in agreement as we continued on to the park.

Chapter 7
Day Two – A Trip To The Park – Part I

We crossed the street and entered the dilapidated remains of an old business park. It was abandoned long ago when many of the businesses moved to a larger area on the western side of the city. The council had planned to have all of the defunct building torn down and rezone the area for residential homes to be built, however, the project was put on hold due to the ongoing financial crisis that has plagued our city. Over time, the old ruins became a popular hangout spot for teens and a large playground for younger kids like me and Mike.

Up ahead, standing near the old deserted Sunshine Hotel, I spotted some familiar faces. It was Terence Winter and his S0 slave, Barney. Terence and I weren't as close as I had been with Christian, however, were still good friends. Terence had his bicycle with him. The two boys were standing on either side of it, patching one of its tires which had been punctured. It was strange seeing Terence and Barney together. Barney belonged to Nathan, who was nowhere to be seen. His skateboard, however, was leaning on a nearby lamp post. It was also unusual to find Terence without his own slave, his little brother Georgie.

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Before continuing with my blog entry, I want to take a moment to address those who follow me online:

To my followers:

I've noticed that my blog is read by many that reside outside of the Five Districts, where the Slave Act is not in effect. You're probably wondering why someone would turn their own sibling into their personal slave? At first glance, it might seem cruel to you, however, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation. It's widely known that the Five Districts suffered from years of recession, hitting those of lower income the hardest. Terence's family is one of those unfortunate cases.

His mom abandoned his family shortly after Georgie was born. Luckily for Terence's dad, Mr. Winter, Georgie's mother remarried, so he doesn't have alimony payments to make. What little income he earns is just enough to retain his full citizenship status and provide for two boys. The downside is that he doesn't have enough owned assets to ensure that his sons will be guaranteed full citizenship once they turn sixteen-years-old.

So, Mr. Winter used two legal loopholes in the Slave Act laws. The first one will ensure that his eldest son, Terence will be granted full citizenship. When his younger son Georgie was old enough to talk, Mr. Winter registered him as a S2 slave, then gave him to his eldest son, Terence, for his tenth birthday. By doing this, Terence officially had his own property, which would allow him to meet the minimum requirements for citizenship. As long as he stays out of trouble, he'll automatically be granted full citizen status upon his sixteenth birthday.

The second loophole he took advantage of was related to the education system. Only the first-born boy of each family is provided an education, free of charge. In order for any younger boy siblings to receive an education, a fee must be paid to the school. The only exception to this rule is when the first-born boy owns a slave. Slaves are allowed to accompany their owners when they attend school, and hence receive the same free education as their master.

This was certainly not an easy decision for the Winter family to make. Mr. Winter discussed their situation with his sons for many months before they reached a decision together. The Winter's are a very loving family. When the decision was made, Terence had to promise his father that he'd take good care of Georgie for the rest of his life. If Terence is lucky enough to get a good job when he becomes an adult and own more property, he can then become Georgie's sponsor for an associate citizenship.

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When Mike and I got closer, Barney was the first to spot us and waved his hand while smiling. Barney must be one of the luckiest S0 slaves in the Five Districts. Nathan's father works for a very prominent insurance company. A few days after Nathan's birth, his mother died in the hospital due to complications during childbirth. Recognizing how indispensable Nathan's dad was at his job, and the fact that his long work hours would make it difficult to raise a child on his own, his boss gave Barney to him as a gift. Barney would serve as Nathan's baby-sitter, then later as a male nanny. Ever since then, they've been inseparable. Nathan regards Barney more like an uncle rather than as a slave.

Barney has a mysterious past. Unlike other S0 slaves, his body is mostly unaltered, except for his penile nullification and the brand on his buttocks. He also is very well educated and often helps Nathan with his homework. Nathan asked him once about his past and how he became a S0 slave, however, Barney stubbornly refused to discuss it. Rather than make a big deal about it, Nathan just accepted it.

Everyone has skeletons in their closet that they aren't too proud of. To be punished with S0 lifetime slavery, Barney must have done something extremely bad in his past. In addition to his mysterious past deeds, he is also not very talkative, preferring to whisper in people's ear rather than speak aloud. This was due to him being embarrassed by his high-pitched sounding voice that was caused by his penile nullification.

Terence was pumping air into the front wheel of his bicycle, when he noticed me and my slave approaching. He handed the air pump to Barney, then stepped in front of his bicycle to greet us, "Hey Luke!" he said in a surprised tone.

It was Terence, who first started to call me Luke. Soon afterwards, everyone else called me Luke as well. I didn't mind and I thought it sounded kind of cool. "So, the rumors are true, they really sold Mikey to you!" he continued. Mikey was the nickname Terence often used for Michael.

"Yeah, they did!" I responded proudly. "He's been mine since yesterday. His name's Mike now."

"Not very creative, but at least it's easy to remember," Terence replied while looking over his collar and chastity cage. He then he looked my slave in the eyes and said, "Damn, Mikey! Ten years of slavery. That really sucks!" he continued with a sympathetic tone. "You must've got yourself into some deep shit!"

"Yes, sir!" Mike responded in a polite tone to his schoolmate. My slave's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He still wasn't used to being in-the-nude outside in public.

"Sir?!" Terence responded curtly. "Do I look like some old geezer to you?"

"No, ma-ma-Master Winter!" Mike stuttered, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to –"

Terence nearly laughed hysterically, "Oh come on, Mikey, you moron! It's me, Terence! Did you ever once hear Georgie call me sir or master? I'll smack you in the face if you EVER address me as anything but Terence ever again! You may be a slave now, but you're still my schoolmate, bro!"

"Yes, Terence, thank you!" Mike replied evidently relieved.

Terence then leaned into me, nudged my side with his elbow and whispered, "I bet you two already had some fun last night," he said, winking at me playfully. "You know what I mean, right?"

"Well, a maybe just a little," I responded modestly with a friendly smile, "I didn't want to overdo it on Mike's first day."

"I see," Terence replied with huge grin. He gave Mike a playful punch to the chest, "You're lucky to have a softie like Luke as your owner. I would've made you ride the Terence Express all night long!"

My slave's face turned deep red again and his mouth and eyes opened wide with shock. "Oh, come on, bro! That was only a joke!" Terence could not hold back his laughter any longer, "Oh Mike, you should see your face! It's friggin' hilarious! Besides, Georgie would get jealous if I fooled around with other slaves!"

Attempting to change the subject, "Speaking of Georgie, where is he?" I asked, hoping to divert Terence's attention away from Mike. Poor Michael was so embarrassed. "It's rare to see the two of you separated."

It was Terence's turn to look embarrassed. He looked down at his feet and sheepishly said, "Lucas, um, I hope you won't think badly of me, but I sort of had to –"

"What?! What happened to Georgie?" I wanted to shout, but just in the moment I opened my mouth I spotted someone was coming out from the little side street next to the hotel. It was Nathan… AND GEORGIE!

They had their arms around one another's shoulders and Georgie had his free hand on Nathan's abdomen. Nathan was only wearing boxers, sneakers, and knee/elbow protectors (the kind used by skateboarders). His slim, well chiseled body was naturally beautiful, and he loved to show it off. Besides that, he also had shoulder length, silky, blond hair.

If you've got it, flaunt it, right? He was also one of the fortunate few kids to have a part-time job to earn some extra pocket money. These days, it wasn't easy to find a part-time job. Who'd hire a boy, when there were plenty of slaves to choose from? In Nathan's case, he worked as a sports and swimwear model. With his incredible looks, they pay him well for his services.

As they approached the spot in front of the hotel where we were waiting, Nathan and Georgie kept exchanging happy glances with one another. Once they'd arrived, Nathan turned to Terence, ignoring the shocked and disgusted look that I was giving him, and said, "You were right! Georgie's really good at this. That was the best fuck, ever!" Pausing for a moment, he pressed a button on his smart-watch and said, "Zeus, transfer twenty-five Talers to Terence Winter."

In a friendly computerized voice, it responded, "Yes, Nathan!"

Seconds later, Terence's phone chimed to let him know that an instant deposit had been applied to his bank account.

"But Nathan, I only asked for fifteen –" replied Terence with grateful surprise.

"It's okay," responded the boy with the long, blond hair. "Georgie was worth every Taler!"

Georgie's smile got even bigger, "Thank you so much, Nathan," the little boy said happily. "I am so glad that I was able to satisfy you."

"You sure did!" Nathan replied as he smiled at Georgie. "Your brother trained you well." Nathan then gave Georgie a long, sensual kiss. The young slave obviously enjoyed it.

I was in complete disbelief at what I'd just witnessed. Terence was pimping out his own little brother, Georgie, to other boys for money! I was speechless. It didn't take long for Nathan to notice the shocked look on my face, and boy was he upset. Suddenly he grabbed by my shirt collar and pulled me close to him. He was really pissed now! I'd never seen him this angry before. He was usually very calm and laid back.

"What?! Do you despise me for what I just did?", he replied angrily.

I was speechless. Once he'd glared at me for a few seconds, he weakly pushed me backwards while releasing his grip on my collar. Even though he hadn't pushed me very hard, I was so perplexed by his response, that I stumbled, lost my footing and landed unceremoniously onto my butt.

Nathan walk right over to where I'd fallen and began pointing his finger at me angrily as he spoke, "You know, not everyone sleeps in a golden cradle like WE do," said the blond-haired boy. The anger in his voice had lessened as he began to calm down. "I was doing this to help them."

Now I was totally confused. I looked over at Terence and saw Georgie clinging to his older brother's side like his life depended on it. Neither were smiling any longer and they both looked rather serious.

"Terence," I began in a concerned tone, "what's wrong? What's happened?"

Terence kneeled down next to me and averted direct eye contact, then said, "You know how the government introduced the annual fee two years ago for former family members registered as slaves –" said my friend almost whispering.

"Of course," I replied. "It was implemented due to the increase in number of slaves getting registered to siblings. The government realized that family members were being turned into slaves, then given to their older siblings as property."

"I have until next Friday to pay," Terence said somberly, "and I'm still one hundred and fifty Talers short!" He looked quite worried. He knew that if he did not pay the fee in time, George would get impounded and sold on the market to cover the debt. He would never see him again.

"Oh, I see!" I replied with understanding. "But why didn't you just come to me first? You're the best friend I've had since Christian! I would have given the money to you in a heartbeat!"

"I know that you would have," replied Terence with an ashamed look. He then got up and embraced Georgie tightly. His little brother hugged him back. "That's why –" said Terence as he began to sob uncontrollably. He was not able to continue conversing about it any further.

After giving his older brother a moment to regain his composure, Georgie stepped in-between Terence and me. With a strong and determined look, "Please, Master Lucas, don't be angry with Terence and Nathan," the little slave said confidently. "It was all my idea, honest! You know that Terence and I have a lot of sex, and love the fact that he wants to fuck me so much. He trained me well in the ways of making love, so I decided to use my skills to help pay for the fee. My dad and brother take real good care of me and I just wanted to do my part too!" Georgie then turned towards Nathan and put a hand onto one of his shoulders, then lightly touched the boy's crotch with the other. "Don't worry, Nathan was gentle with me! I actually enjoyed being fucked by him very much. It was a new experience for me, having sex with someone other than my brother, and I'm eager to do it again!"

Georgie and Nathan exchanged happy smiles, then the blond-haired boy extended his hand towards me to help me up off of the ground. After hearing Georgie's impassioned plea, I found that my anger was gone, replaced with admiration. Now it was my turn to feel a little awkward. Owning a slave was still a new experience for me, however, Nathan and Terence were pros at it. They also treated their slaves quite well.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized sincerely. "I had no right to be judgmental of either of you! This is all still kind of new to me and I need some time to adjust to being a slave owner."

"We're good, Luke!" replied Nathan acting all cool again. "No offense taken. I'm sure that you'll be a good master to Mike. I think your heart's in the right place."

I nodded in agreement and smiled warmly at Nathan and Georgie. It suddenly dawned on me that I'd completely forgotten about Mike! He wasn't where I'd left him. Phew! I spotted him just inside the mouth of the alleyway with Barney. The old slave was whispering into Mike's ear. He was probably explaining the situation with Terence and Georgie, and imparting some sagely slave advice to him. When they had noticed my gaze, they stopped conversing and rejoined our group.

"So, where are you and Mike off to next?" asked Nathan.

"I was thinking of going into the park," I replied. "I know a nice spot by the river that's perfect for catching some sun. Would the four of you like to join us? While we're there, you could share some tips about owning slaves with me. Maybe some of your experience will rub off onto me," I said with a playful wink.

"That sounds like fun!" said Georgie excitedly. "Can we go Terence? Please?"

"Sure, if that's what you want to do, my little Birdie," his brother replied happily. Birdie was a nickname Terence came up with when Georgie was still little. Back then he loved to whistle like a bird, so Terence decided to use this old term of endearment as Georgie's slave name. His friends still called him by his real name most of the time, except for the teachers at school and officials of course.

"Are you coming, too?" Terence asked Nathan.

"I wish that I could," Nathan responded, "Barney has an appointment to see the veterinarian in one hour, and I've got to accompany him."

A note to my followers: Only S2 to S5 slaves can be treated by human physicians. S0 and S1 slaves are considered non-human, and thereby are treated by special slave veterinarians.

"Are his knees acting up again?", I asked with concern.

"Unfortunately!" Nathan replied somberly. "His pain's been getting worse recently. Also, his urine has started to smell strange the last few days. There might be something wrong with his kidneys. Barney's getting pretty old now."

"I see!" I responded sympathetically. "I hope it isn't something too serious."

"Me too!" Nathan replied hopefully. "Well then, we are off. See ya around. Enjoy the sun at the river." Then Nathan jumped onto his skateboard and rolled away with Barney running right behind him.

It makes me sad when I think about the shortened life expectancy of S0 and S1. The growth suppression drugs that are administered to them when they are still young have harmful side-effects. Since their bodies never physically age past prepubescence, their metabolism, heart rate, and blood pressure all remain high for the rest of their lives. Even though their outward appearance remains young and youthful, their internal organs age at twice the rate of a normal person. As such, most S0 and S1 slaves don't live past the age of fifty.

Barney's real age is unknown, however, according to his vet, he may be well over forty by now. If you take a closer look at him, the telltale signs are there. His hair is turning gray and beginning to thin out; his skin has become wrinkled; and the crow's feet and puffiness under the eyes are more noticeable.

"Come on, let's go!" Georgie yelled impatiently.

"Okay!" I responded. "Come on, Mike!"

My slave nodded happily with a huge grin.

"Yeah, let's have some fun at the river!" Terence agreed.

He then mounted his bicycle while Georgie stepped onto the footrests behind the rear axle. The four of us then made our way to the park together.

To Be Continued