Barefoot Guy

Personal Slaveboy

Timeline

Blue text: These events are true and took place.
Green text: These events are also true, but the details have been tweaked to fit the alternate world order.

1619	The First Slaves were introduced to the English American Colonies by a Dutch trader. He sold 20 slaves to the colonists at Jamestown.
1658	A Massachusetts court rules that the children of Lawrence and Cassandra Southwick, who were banished from the colony, be sold to pay debts. The ruling read as follows "Whereas, Daniel Southwick and Provided Southwick, son and daughter of Lawrence Southwick, absenting themselves from the public ordinances, having been fined by the courts of Salem and Ipswich, pretending they have no estates, and resolving not to work, the court, upon perusal of a law which made upon account of debts, in what should be done for the satisfaction of the fines, resolves, that the treasurers of the several counties are and shall be fully empowered to sell said persons to any of the English natives at Virginia or Barbados to answer the said fines."
1662	The Virginia Assembly passed a law that children should be held, bond or free, according to the condition of the mother.
1662	A Virginia law assumes that slaves would remain servants for life.
1664	Slavery sanctioned by law, slaves to serve for life; Maryland
1698	Parliament opens the slave trade to British merchants.
1715	Maryland Constitution enforces slavery.
1770	King George orders that slavery not be abolished in the colonies.
1755, July 9	George Washington was ambushed with Gen. Edward Braddock by the French and Indians during the French and Indian War. Both men were killed in the attack.�
1775, April	A rebellion in Massachusetts in Lexington and Concord led to a war with Britain.
1775, June	British take Bunker Hill and Boston falls under British military control.
1776	Declaration of Independence signed in Philadelphia.
1777, September	British attacked by rebellion in Brandywine, PA; but were not defeated.
1777, September and October	British hold at Saratoga, NY under the command of Gen. John Burgoyne.
1777, October	Rebellion attacks on British positions failed.
1778	British troops hold on to Philadelphia, now controlling Boston, Philadelphia and New York, the rebellion surrenders shortly thereafter. The Continental Congress is rounded up and most are hanged by the King. American colonies remain under British control.
1790	There are almost 4 million slaves living in British America.
1800	Britain allows American Colonies to set up its own parliament under British control.
1801	Napoleon reestablishes slavery in France.
1858	Lincoln defeats Douglas for a Illinois Member of Parliament seat, Lincoln decides to not run for Prime Minister in 1860, but decides to stay in Parliament instead.
1860	Douglas wins the seat of Colonial Prime Minister.
1861, January	Tired of anti-slavery pressure from abolitionists the district of South Carolina decides to succeed from British American Parliament and petitions England for sovereignty.
1861, February	The Queen grants the request and several other southern districts join South Carolina and form a new colony.
1861, March	Douglas installed as Colonial Prime Minister.
1861, June	Compromise reached with southern districts and British America is whole once again. Queen Victoria agrees to compromise and withdraws her grant of sovereignty to the southern districts.
1898	British/Spanish War, Britain wins Cuba, Puerto Rico and assigns them to the British American government for administration.
1905	Britain grants America near full sovereignty from the Crown, America joins the British Commonwealth and maintains strong military, social and economic ties to England. Maintains parliamentary and Prime Minister form of government with British Monarch as the Head of State.
1914	Pro-slavery Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria assassinated by anti-slavery activist in Sarajevo, The Great War starts.
1916	The Great War ends due to the industrial powerhouse of Britain and British America.
1916	After the war, BA Prime Minister Woodrow Wilson and British Prime Minister David Lloyd George establish the international League of Nations.
1917	Russian Revolution takes place. Lenin does not free the slaves in Russia; he confiscates them from slave owners for the good and use of the State.
1918-1920	Spanish flu sweeps the world killing 50-100 million worldwide; the economic value of slaves is rejuvenated.
1925	Japan legalizes slavery in her efforts of industrialization and to compete with the rest of the first world.
1929, October	The Stock Market Crashes beginning the Great Depression.
1929-1940	The Depression sweeps over the industrialized world with high unemployment, coupled with the Dust Bowl in the mid-west, resulting in the displacement of thousands of BA, lower and middle-class families and farmers. As a result some parents petitioned the courts to be able to make their own children into slaves to reduce expenses on caretaking. The court approves and the practice is sanctioned. Others simply sold children to slave marketers and some unscrupulous slave traders even kidnapped homeless children and children traveling across country with their families to find work in California, and sold them into slavery.
1933	Adolph Hitler comes to power in Germany and promises economic superiority by enslaving all Jews in Europe as the Third Reich's workforce.
1937	Japan looking for more natural resources and slaves invades China, the Rape of Nanjing begins.
1939, September	Germany invades Poland, Britain and British America declare war on Germany.
1939, November	In a beer hall in Munich a bomb goes off killing nine Nazi Party Members including Hitler. Assailant is unknown. Replacement for Hitler sues for peace, war ends two months later. Britain and British America occupy Germany.
1939, December	Japan seeing the swift end of the war in Europe and the military might of the British Empire propose and sign a peace treaty with Great Britain and British America; they are allowed to keep their Chinese territory.
1943	Parliament enacts a law reversing the court allowed same-family enslavement practice. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles can no longer turn their relative children into slaves for their own personal use. Anti-slavery advocates claim a small victory in their struggle. The practice goes underground and some parents/relatives still treat their own children as slaves within the households.
1951	Some establishments begin the practice of forbidding slaves to enter the premises. The practice quickly spreads across the country. Special hitching posts for securing slaves while the owners are inside crop up outside of these establishments.
1953	Julius and Ethel Rosenberg convicted of spying for the Soviet Union, they are executed and their children ordered to become slaves for life.
1960's	Liberal anti-slavery members of BA Parliament pass a law to ease the perceived harshness of slavery in British America. Slavery now for individuals convicted of crimes and those who "would otherwise pose a burden to Her Majesty's Government in America."
1961	Last private-sector slave auction takes place; Slaves are now only acquired through the court by criminal offence, via government run auctions by each county council: or the children born to slave women. The number of slaves available is drastically reduced.
1971	Children of slave mothers are deemed to not be slaves for life; they are freed after their eighteenth birthday. Pro-slavery politicians warn of the economic downturn in the future now that another steady source of slaves has dried up.
1972, March	Children in orphanages are deemed to be an unnecessary burden on the government (Based on the law passed in 1963) and a new classification is established to facilitate the clearing of the orphans from the government rolls.
1972, September	Slave Child Classification System (SCCS) passed by Parliament. Class one: Free children, can only be adopted as a free son or daughter. They have full rights as citizens and the parents have the full responsibility to raise them as their own kin. Class two: Can be adopted as free child or as slave. These slaves need to be educated and can be set free by their owners at anytime, as long as they would not put a burden on the government. They can also be re-adopted, that is passed onto another owner with court approval. If adopted as a free-child then their status automatically becomes Class One. Class three: Usually reserved for those children who have committed juvenile crimes, but not always. This Class can only be adopted as slaves and do not have to be educated; they have no rights, and cannot be set free during their lifetime. They can be re-adopted (i.e. sold) at any time without court approved.
1972, October	The first child slave adoptions take place.
1973	First of the annual large scale anti-slavery rallies takes place in the British American capitol city of Boston on the first anniversary of the passage of the slave classification system.
1975	An Anti-slavery study shows that the majority of Class One adoptions are taking place only with babies and children under the age of three years. Class two children are more likely to be adopted as slaves with only 9% adopted as a free child. As a blow against the anti-slavery movement the study shows the juvenile crime rate has fallen in the 3 years since the law passed as Class Three children are taken out of public circulation for life and are much more restricted in their lives.
1977	A law is passed to require all slaves to wear an identifying mark of their status when in public. This mark is defined as the word "Slave" printed on something the slave wears or written on their skin. The mark must be visible to any casual observer.
1978	A slave fashion industry is established as it is ruled that slaves can longer be seen naked in public.
1980	BA Ministry of Education established with an internal ministry for slave education, combining several formally independent ministries for the first time.
1980	People for the Ethical Treatment of Slaves (PETS) founded to lobby parliament for improved slave treatment, the abolition of Class Three Status and the eventual end to slavery in BA.
1981	Conservative California District Governor Ronald Regan becomes Prime Minister, he ignores the cries from anti-slavery activists and states that "slaves have no one to blame but themselves as they brought their slavery on themselves by their choice of lifestyle."
1982-1993	Teen pregnancy soars providing a huge influx into Her Majesty's Children Orphanages.
1989	The established Soviet Union colonies are freed in Eastern Europe opening up many new sources for slaves of all ages and both sexes.
1991	The Soviet Union collapses and reestablishes the country of Russia. The new constitution of Russia allows for the continuation of slavery, but with several major reforms.
1993, July	Alexander is born.
1994	Welfare Reforms by the government severely reduce monetary subsidies to families with Class Two slave children under their control.
1996, January	Dakota is born.
1998	The international slave trade across international boarders is established for the fist time in centuries. Sanctioned by the League of Nations, lead by England and British America.
2001, July	Dakota's parents killed in a car accident. Dakota is placed into the local orphanage the next day by Social Services. His status is to be determined by the juvenile slavery court.
2001, August	Dakota is assigned 'Class Two' level by the court, His training in etiquette, requirements and responsibilities as a slave begins.
2001, October	Dakota is adopted by Alexander's family as a slaveboy and given to Alexander for his 8th birthday.
2005	BA Parliament reforms the Personal Bankruptcy Law which already allows for the petitioner to be taken and sold into slavery to pay his/her debts, but also now allows, the children of the petitioner(s) to be considered assets available to be claimed and sold by creditors, if the court agrees, to pay their parent's debts. Cited is the 1658 Massachusetts Court ruling.
2008, Summer	Our story begins here…

†The two men survived the attack in our world, obviously.

Chapter 1

Alexander arrived home from school just as he had done for the past eight and a half months. He was excited today, it was Friday and next week was the last week of the school year. Almost three months off, he could hardly wait.

The coming warm summer had already made itself known and was giving fifteen-year old Alexander and all his friends "end of school fever". It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on school. But next week would be the end of his sophomore year; the last few days would be easy. Wrapping things up and cleaning out the lockers was all the remained.

As was his custom after coming home from school he ran upstairs and tossed his backpack in his room and without changing clothes he darted back downstairs to check on Dakota. Dakota, his twelve-year-old personal slaveboy. Dakota had been Alexander's slave for the past seven years since Dakota's parents died in a tragic car crash. Alexander's parents adopted the boy at age five as a Class Two orphan, choosing the slave option. They presented Dakota to Alexander for Alexander's eighth birthday. The two young boys soon became fast friends.

Young Dakota had been taught about his new station life by the county council's government orphanage. This included the proper etiquette, behavior and duties he would be required to know if he was adopted as a slave and not as a son. Most children of Dakota's age were in fact adopted as slaves and not as children, so it was a practical move by the government to get him prepared for his new lifestyle.

Still in his school uniform Alexander pressed his palm against the electronic control panel which popped open the steel bars to Dakota's basement bedroom.

Dakota's room was tastefully decorated; he had a single bed with a soft mattress and pillow, fine wallpaper, a rug, lamp, dresser, and even his own pet fish. Off to one side was his bathroom, with no privacy door. There was a large glass front cabinet which contained some scientific specimens, artwork and posters reminding Dakota of his slave station in life arranged around the room. Alexander's little idea of being funny. There was also a small desk where he studied the school lessons received by mail and downloaded from the British America Slave Education Ministry. Class Two's had to be educated and there was never any doubt about Dakota's schooling. Alexander's parents required it from day one. Dakota was smart and usually did very well with his studies and testings. As a matter of fact he was a couple years ahead of other slaves his age.

But today Dakota didn't do any of his self-studying because before he went to school Alexander had gagged the boy and tied his hands behind his back. Dakota could walk around his room freely, but he couldn't utter an intelligible sound or use his hands in anyway. Dakota had long ago learned how to use the bathroom bound like this and his skimpy, free hanging loin cloth posed no hindrance to relieving himself.

But Alexander was home now and Dakota knew that his day-long boredom was over. Alexander took out the gag and offered the slaveboy a small drink of water.

"So how was your day, Dakota? What did you do all day?" Alexander asked the kneeling boy before him.

"I had a nice day, Master. But I really didn't do anything because, see I was tied up all day. It was pretty boring with nothing to do but sit around and wait." Dakota replied.

"Cheeky bugger!" Alexander teased back, "Well I guess you really couldn't do much, but that's okay."

"Yes, Master."

Alexander's hand had moved to the fly on his jeans. "Sorry you got bored. But I'm back now and since I am it's time you welcomed me home properly."

"Yes, Master!"

Alexander slid the zipper down opening his jeans and Dakota, being practiced at this ritual immediately went to work sucking the older boy's cock into his mouth. Dakota really liked giving blowjobs.

At the age of nine Alexander had first heard about this thing called a blowjob from his friend Cody, and the two boys decided to make the slaveboy given them one. None of the three really understood the mechanics behind the practice. At first Dakota actually tried blowing on the little cocks in front of his face. Needless to say, that did nothing to arouse either free-boy.

But Dakota being clever and with the encouragement of the other two he eventually took Alexander's cock into his mouth and began to suck it like a popsicle. That first session last several hours with Dakota doing all the pleasuring while the two free-boys just lay back enjoying the six-year-old's mouth work their cocks to dry orgasm over and over again. Success had been achieved and he'd been doing it ever since. It would be a few years before Dakota actually tasted sperm on his young tongue and being uneducated in sexual matters he freaked out. He thought he had damaged Alexander. But that was in the past.

"Oh yeah, Dakota, you're such a good slaveboy. Make me feel good."

"Mmmppph" was all the sucking slave could mutter with a mouth filled with cock.

Dakota took the entire length of cock into his mouth and just to the tip of his throat, he wrapped his lips tightly around the shaft and sucked with all his might. This always made Alexander happy. A little tug on the Master's cock while licking the glands just under the cock head drove Alexander crazy. On the withdrawal Dakota would lick the piss slit before plunging back down to his Master's pubic hair.

Alexander grabbed hold of his slaveboy's hair and began to face fuck him. He pumped and pumped and slammed his cock into the willing mouth and throat of Dakota. After a short ten minutes of the face fucking his slave, the fifteen year old Alexander shot his warm pearl-white cum into the waiting slave's mouth.

"Oh, that was great, Dakota. Your so damn good at that." He stroked the boy on the top of this head.

"Thank you, Master. I enjoy doing it because it makes you happy." He replied licking his lips. Alexander noticed that Dakota once again had an erection tenting out the front of his loin cloth. As always Dakota was telling the truth.

"Alright," Alexander said after a little recovery time and zipping back up." Let me get you untied so you can start your lessons and homework."

He helped the nearly naked slave boy stand up and Alexander untied his wrists and took off the rope body harness the boy had worn for nearly three days straight now. Dakota sat at his school desk and Alexander secured the boy by his left wrist to the desk by the ever present handcuff.

"Now, Dakota, no messing about. You have thirty minutes to get through this lesson, then after, if you're finished we'll go outside for a while and play some soccer."

"That'd be great."

Alexander picked up the large wooden paddle from its post leaning against the desk and held it in his hand. He underscored his order by adding, "Don't make me use this on you again."

"No, Master." and the boy set about his work.

Lately Dakota's homework had been rather more difficult and today was no exception. He was beginning to wonder if the Ministry had sent the wrong lessons to him. Maybe they mixed up the orders and he had gotten some high school level work?

Today's was not a long lesson. He'd been working through this chapter on maths and physics for two weeks now. It was very challenging and Dakota was beginning to feel a little out of his depth. He could of course ask for help and Alexander's mother would tutor the boy or he would be allowed to accompany her to the house's computer room and together they would access the lesson plan from the government website. But he felt he understood it well enough and set about solving the problems after the one page introduction in his workbook

About thirty minutes later Alexander returned, again opening the steel barred door with his unique access code. Dakota was done but still cuffed to the desk, so that's where he remained. Alexander was wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers, he grabbed the soccer ball from next to Dakota's bed and walked over to the desk and released the slave.

Alexander then sat on Dakota's single bed, Dakota stood in front of his master. His excitement at the outdoor activity was showing as he lightly bounced from barefoot to barefoot.

"Go put on your slave shorts and we'll head out back for a while before dinner and bedtime."

"Ah, do I have to put those on?" the slaveboy protested.

"Dakota, you know the law. You have to be identified as a slave whenever you're outside."

"Even in the backyard?"

"Whenever you're outside, Dakota. Now go." And he slapped the younger boy on the ass nonchalantly.

Dakota returned and stood in front of Alexander once again. Alexander stuck a finger into Dakota's belly button and tickled his slave. Dakota giggled and wriggled about. Tickling was something that Dakota claimed to hate, but Alexander knew he really secretly enjoyed it.

"Why don't you go put on that nice new top I got for you, the one with the chains connecting the two halves."

"Where is it, Master?"

"I put it in your dresser. In the top right-hand drawer."

Dakota quickly got the item from the dresser and slipped it on. "How do I look?" the slave asked while posing like a model for his Master.

"You look great, that fits you pretty well. Mom will check your homework while we're outside. Anyway, let's go outside and kick around the ball!"

"Yes, Master!"

Alexander's family had a rather large house with a nice plot of land. The formal backyard was defined by a set of brick walls and iron fences. The property extended for several hundred more feet after the walls to a dense forested area. Alexander dropped the soccer ball and the two boys immediately began to kick it around. Dakota was barefoot, Alexander in sneakers as the two tore back and forth across the grass running towards imaginary goalposts.

Dakota was in control of the ball at the moment and was running toward the older boy's goal.

"I've got you now, Dakota!" Alexander shouted.

"I don't think so, not this time!" he shouted back and he kicked the ball from its current course and away from Alexander. Dakota took off across the yard the ball skillfully guided by his bare feet.

Just as Dakota was about to kick a goal Alexander's mom stepped out onto the wooden deck, Dakota's lesson workbook in hand.

"Alexander, come over here right now and bring your slaveboy with you."

Both boys had heard the command and they went up onto the patio, Dakota, as he was trained to do, dropped to his knees in front of the woman. Alexander stood casually to his side.

"What is it, mom?" Alexander asked.

"Dakota's homework. He got seven wrong answers."

"Oh," Alexander replied.

"Don't give me that young man. That's four more than he's allowed to have. I want you to take him back down to his room and restrain him. Then come back upstairs and we'll discuss his punishment." Dakota flinched slightly as she said the word 'punishment'.

"Yes, mom."

"Dakota, do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked.

Without lifting his head from its bowed position, "No ma'am, sorry ma'am."

Back down in the slave's bedroom.

"Strip down nude, Dakota."

"Ohh," he complained.

"You know the rule all punishments for you are in the nude."

"Yes, Master." he muttered forlornly.

"Now, no more talking, get naked and lie face down on your bed.

Dakota did as ordered and Alexander took the slaveboy's right leg and locked the steel shackle in place around it, as was done every night since Dakota entered the household.

He then went over to the other side of the room in front of Dakota's desk and under one of the 'slave posters' and opened the locked chest of bondage and discipline items Alexander used on Dakota from time to time.

Alexander removed a set of ropes and retuned to the prone figure on the bed, all under the watchful eye of the silent and slightly nervous twelve-year-old boy.

Alexander bound Dakota's wrists together behind his back and then wrapped rope around the boy's left ankle and drew it up to his bound hands and secured the two together with another small length of rope. Alexander was about to re-apply the penis gag into the slave's mouth but was halted for a moment when Dakota spoke.

"Master, before you gag me may I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What is going to happen to me because of those errors on my homework?"

"I don't know, Dakota. Mom seemed pretty upset about it."

"Yes she did, and I'm a little worried."

"Ah, don't be, Dakota. You know we'd never do anything to harm you." He stroked the boy's back reassuringly.

"Thank you, Master. And I am sorry about the homework."

"I know you are, and you're welcome. Now hush-up." And he slid the gag into the open mouth Dakota presented and secured it in place around the back of his head, careful not to snag his blonde and purple hair in the process.

Alexander left the bedroom, locked the barred door and turned off the lights.

Upstairs he met his mom at the breakfast table.

"What are we going to do about Dakota. Lexi?"

Alexander noticed she seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"Well, mom. He should be paddled I guess. But it was only a few errors on his homework."

"Its not just this lesson, the quality of his work has slipped over the past couple weeks."

"That might be partly my fault; I've been keeping him bound a lot, so he has less time to study during the day."

"I know. I've seen the live shots of his room from the camera down there. Why are you keeping him bound so much?"

"I don't know, mom. I like it I guess, and he doesn't complain."

"Of course he doesn't complain. He never complains. When have you ever heard him seriously complain about anything? He's a slaveboy and a very good one."

"Well why don't we make him study more during the day, and I'll reduce his privileges until his work has improved."

"I think that we should slave-ground him. He's not to leave that room for two weeks, not to leave the house for two months. No clothing of any kind during that entire period. He will study eight hours a day for two weeks." She informed Alexander.

"Anything else. Mom?"

"Do you have anything to add to his punishment?"

"How about no dinner tonight and I leave him bound as he is tonight and all day tomorrow? That will give him time to think about his mistakes. Then I'll untie him and paddle him. Maybe we should also begin to spank him every morning and every night, I've heard that works to focus slaveboys on their tasks."

"Okay, but no more than five medium swats for these morning and evening spankings, got it?"

"Yeah."

"Well then we have a plan. Go and tell him."

"Yes, mom."

"Oh couple other things. Now that's he's getting older I want to get some new equipment to properly train him as a slave. Let's call it, increasing his slave education. And because this is partly your fault too, you're grounded for one week after school ends."

"Ah, but mom," Alexander protested.

"Want to make it two weeks, and without you seeing Dakota at all during that time?" she was getting upset again.

"No, Mom, sorry."

"No go tell your slaveboy his punishment and don't forget to feed his fish for him, then go to bed yourself without dinner."

"No dinner? But I'm starving!"

"It was your idea for Dakota. A good Master understands the pain and punishment he inflicts on his slave so you'll learn what its like to go to bed hungry just like he will."

Alexander knew she was right. It was partly his fault as well. He knew not to push the matter with his mother, he turned and left the room.

Alexander returned to the bedroom and informed the bound slave of his fate; still gagged Dakota could only nod his understanding. Alexander noticed a little fear in the boy's eyes. Alexander fed the slave's pet fish, turned out the lights and locked the door tight. Dakota was alone, in the dark, in silence. Except for that first adjustment week as a new member of the house, he was genuinely scared about what was going to happen to him.

Alexander went upstairs to his own bedroom and he flipped on his TV, kicked off his shoes and sat on his bed. Mad at himself for causing this, both for himself and for his slave. Dakota was his slaveboy yes, but he was also his best friend, he was almost a younger brother.

About half an hour later, Alexander's mom entered the slaveboy's basement room and flipped on the lights. Dakota blinked at the sudden brightness. She sat on the edge of his bed.

"Oh no, he left you gagged." She removed the gag.

She placed her warm hand on the middle of Dakota's back gently rubbing his young, smooth skin. "Dakota, you know you're part of our house, right? You're part of our family."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered.

"Dakota, we love you. We want you to do well, both as a slave and as a person. But your work has been slipping recently."

"Sorry ma'am. I have no excuse." He whispered again.

"Why are you whispering? Are you frightened of me, or what's going to happen?"

"Yes, of what's going to happen, a little, ma'am."

"I can feel you trembling a bit. You haven't been punished very often have you?"

"No, I haven't ma'am."

"Do you know why I decided to punish you at this time?"

"Because of my errors on today's homework."

"Well that's partly the reason, Anything other reason you can think of?"

He thought for a moment, the room was silent. "Sorry ma'am no. I don't think I've done anything wrong or misbehaved. Have I upset you or Alexander? If I have and didn't realize it, I'm sorry."

"Dakota, why didn't you ask for help with your homework? You know you can ask at any time."

"I didn't think I needed it, I thought I understood my homework well enough. I'm guess I was wrong."

"You need to know when to ask for help, boy. That's the real reason for your punishment, your failure to ask for help and assuming you knew it well enough on your own. You showed a little too much independence."

"If you had asked I would have known sooner that Alexander was keeping you bound up too much and you not being able to study enough. We could have nipped this little problem in the bud."

"I understand, ma'am."

"Good I'm glad you do."

"Ma'am, may I ask a question?"

"Of course you can, honey."

"What did Alexander mean when he said that you'd be getting some new equipment to use with me?"

"Don't worry about that right now. Let's just say that it's time for some more grown up training for you."

"You mean like sex stuff, ma'am?"

"Yes, that and some other things, now I'll leave the gag out, but you'll stay in the three-quarter hogtie. Try to get some sleep, Dakota."

"Yes ma'am, and thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome. Now no more talking is allowed until Alexander gives you permission to talk again."

Dakota nodded and smiled.

Alexander's mom winked at the cute bound boy on his small bed, leaned over and kissed his cheek. She checked the room's temperature for his comfort and then flipped off the lights and clicked the room's cell door shut behind her and went back upstairs.

Dakota squirmed around to get more comfortable, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

Both boys had gone to bed without dinner the previous night. For Dakota this had happened before, but only because in the early years Alexander had simply forgotten to feed the slaveboy. Alexander's parents had punished him for the dropped responsibility with harsh, painful spankings each time. Dakota wasn't aware of that fact, however. The fourth time it happened Alexander's parents threatened to take Dakota away from their son and have him re-adopted to another more responsible young boy instead. Dakota never missed another dinner due to Alex's mistake.

Alexander had been isolated in his bedroom since the early evening. Granted he had a computer, the internet and his plasma television. But he didn't have the two things he wanted. A good meal for dinner as any teenage boy would want to devour, but his mother had denied him access to his slave boy for the night. Dakota didn't spend the night with Alexander often, and they never slept together. Most every night Dakota would have his ankle locked into the shackle chained to his single bed in his basement living quarters and left alone for the night in peace. But Friday night the two boys would hang out in Alexander's room and watch television and of course indulge in their only mutual sexual activity to date, fellatio. Then as the hour grew later, Alexander would lead a sleepy Dakota downstairs and put him to bed.

Dakota's overnights with Alexander were sort of a sleep over arrangement. Dakota would end up sleeping on the floor, tied up, chained up or otherwise restrained. Usually he had given Alexander a blow job or two. A few times he had given head to a friend of Alexander. This friend would spend the night either on a cot in Alexander's room or in the family's guest room. One time a few years ago a friend stayed over who had his own slaveboy which he brought along for the night and Dakota and this other boy slept tied wrist and ankle to each other on the floor between their owners on bed and cot. The two owners had traded boys for the night and each received a few blow jobs from their new but temporary slave boys.

Alexander chatted online with a few friends for several hours, his stomach growling most of the time, then as they faded away to go to bed themselves he turned his attention to television. He flipped on the broadcast from England, even though British America had gained her independence from Britain one hundred thirteen ago, most still felt a strong connection with the mother country. Alexander still had lots of family in England. He'd visited several times for a week here and there. He even took Dakota over once a few years back. Slave owners had the option of taking their slaves overseas with a small appendix added to their passports. That meant the slave didn't need to have their own. Slaves were not subjects or citizens of any country after all, merely personal property.

Alexander slept fitfully; mostly he drifted in and out of sleep. His mind was racing about the new thoughts his mother had planted in him about the new and increased training for Dakota. The punishment that Alexander now had to administer to his slaveboy over the next few months to get him back in line with the family's wishes for his fate. And of course his own guilt at putting the twelve-year-old boy in this circumstance.

After hours of mindless tele and long moments lost in thought, and even some sex slave research on the internet, Alexander drifted off to sleep in the wee hours.

It was Saturday morning, the morning after Dakota's homework error problem had reached a head. Alexander hadn't slept well despite the fact that he was exhausted from a week of school, hanging out with friends, playing sports and taking care of Dakota.

Alexander finally and fitfully woke up early; almost as early as the sun itself rose in the early summer morn. He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and tee and raced down to Dakota's basement room. He opened the door with his palm print on the security panel. Dakota stirred lightly on his bed. The boy was still in the three quarter hogtie sound asleep, but in the dim light Alex noticed that the gag was out and laying the on bed beside the slave. He slapped the naked boy on his ass to wake him.

Dakota yelped.

"How did you manage to get this gag out?" he asked with a little anger in his voice.

"Master, I didn't. Ma'am took it out for me."

"My mother came down after I left you."

"Yes."

That was the end of that conversation, Alex knew that he couldn't punish Dakota for something he had no control over, which if Alex was honest with himself he knew he really didn't want to punish Dakota anyway, not right now.

Alex sat down on the bed next to his slaveboy and placed his hand on the small of his warm back and gently rubbed.

"Do you have anything you want to say to me, Dakota?"

"Yes, master. Can I have a drink of water and go pee, please?" he pleaded.

Alexander laughed at the simple and somewhat naïve request of his slave. Never a complaint, never a plea to be let out of a situation, never a reason to doubt the boy was a true slave.

"Okay, in a moment, but first I have some things to say to you. Just listen."

"Okay" came the still sleepy reply. For all Dakota knew it was two in the morning or three in the afternoon.

"Hush, do I need to gag you again?" Dakota shook he head no and remained silent. "Dakota, you're my slave, you've been my slave for about five years now, ever since you were presented to me as a late birthday present when I was eight. We're both getting older now. You suck my cock, I think you enjoy it. I know I really do." Dakota nodded and smiled at Alex.

"But I kinda screwed up with you. I let my desires override my duty to you as your owner, your caretaker. You needed to study more and I didn't allow you to do that 'cause I kept you bound or doing something else. Now you have to pay the price for that. That doesn't so much concern me, you're a slave, that's the way it is.

"But last night I did some serious thinking, I also realize that I love you like my little brother and I feel bad for getting you into this mess. I just wanted you to know that. It won't change anything about your punishment or your treatment. You're still a slaveboy. Do you understand what I am saying, Dakota?"

The slave nodded.

"Good boy," Alex ruffled his hand through the younger boy's hair. "Let's get you to the potty, some water and some breakfast!"

Alexander untied the boy's ankle from his hands but held on to his ankle not allowing Dakota to place it flat on the bed himself. Alex held the ankle tight and scrapped his fingernail up and down the bare sole of his slave sending Dakota into hysterics. He kept that up for a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Dakota. His still bound hands trashed as best they could and his other shackled ankle tugged wildly against the chain attached to the bed. Alex soon let the foot down and helped the boy up leaving his hands bound behind him. Dakota bounded to his personal bathroom. The bath had no door, no privacy needed for a slaveboy, but had a standard toilet, a sink, linen closet and tub with shower.

He disappeared inside the room for a second but Dakota soon reappeared and stood in the doorway looking pleadingly at Alexander who still sat on Dakota's small bed.

"What is it, slave?" Alex only called Dakota slave in public or when being playful with the boy.

"Uhm, master I need your help."

"Help? To do what?"

"To get the toilet seat up, please."

"Oh okay. So my little slave can't even manage to go pee by himself. Oh my, where have I gone wrong with you?" he smirked.

"Please stop teasing and just help me or I'm gunna pee the on floor!" the naked boy shuffled from barefoot to barefoot.

Alexander stood and slowly walked over to the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and then did something he'd never done before. He took Dakota's cock in his own hand and pointed it for the slaveboy.

"Master… why are you holding me like that."

"Well you need my help don't you?"

"O.o.okay." Dakota was noticeably nervous. "I'm not really sure if I can go with you holding it though."

"Try." Alex ordered still holding fast to the slaveboy's cock.

A few drips and some straining muscles and tightly closed eyes by Dakota, Alex could see the boy willing himself to be able to relieve his full bladder. Finally he managed to let go and a full and strong stream of urine splashed into the white bowl.

Both boys knew they had crossed a line they had never crossed before. Dakota looked up into Alexander's eyes as he shook the last few drops off the boy's cock for him. Dakota instantly went hard as a rock.

"Th… thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slave." There was no playfulness in his voice, but no malice either. For the first time Alexander felt like an adult owner of a young slaveboy. Alexander knew it was time to get Dakota more educated about sexual matters. His mother was right, damn it! He hated the fact that she was always right. But at least this new stage in their relationship was going to be a lot of fun.

Alex lowered the seat, sat down and pulled Dakota over his knees, face down. "As part of your new training and punishment you will get five swats on your bare ass each morning and each night. These will continue even after your punishment period is over two and a half months from now. How well you do and behave will determine how hard the swats will be. These will be in addition to any other punishment you get for anything. They will not be in place of another punishment." And with that last word Alexander's hand hit the ass of his slave with a medium force swat.

This took Dakota by surprise. He had no time to steel himself for the blow. He cried out in shock if not from the pain, four more quickly followed. Dakota's bound hands flexing and unflexing with each blow, and his legs and feet flying around hitting the tile floor repeatedly.

Alexander stood the boy up. He had the look of a scolded puppy on his sweet face but his cock remained rock hard. "Didn't like that much, did you?" he said sarcastically grabbing the boy's cock with a squeeze.

Dakota shook his head no.

"Yeah, well this says different sweetie!"

"Whaddya mean?"

"You really don't know much about sex stuff do you?"

"N… no, master I don't."

"Well I guess that's not surprising. You've been here all this time. A little bit sheltered. Hell you can't even work a phone, can you?"

"No, master I can't."

"That's because you don't need to know how. And you didn't need to know about sex before this, but that's about to change. First thing is we need to get your hard cock under control."

"How? I didn't make it go hard, and I can't get it to go down. I'm sorry master, I didn't mean too."

"I know, but you'll learn how too. I will go out later this weekend and get you a nice new chastity belt and get it on you – that will help you start learning.

"A chasty belt, what's that?"

"Chast-it-tee. It's a thing that locks onto you so you can't get hard. You'll see."

"Okay, Master."

"Are you excited, Dakota?"

"About learning the sex stuff, kinda. Gives me a funny feeling inside. But not so much about this belt thing. I don't think I'm gunna like that much. Will it hurt?"

"It won't be completely comfortable, but no, Dakota, it won't hurt."

"Let me test something. Go stand in the tub."

Alexander darted out of the bathroom and grabbed the gag and a blindfold combo mask that hung from Dakota's school desk. He returned and quickly stuffed the ball gag into the slaveboy's mouth and strapped the head harness tight. The boy's face was completely hidden behind leather and rubber. Alexander received this training mask as a gift from his aunt in England just over a year ago. Dakota had never worn it before today. Dakota trembled with a little nervous energy. Alexander still behind the boy, standing in the tub himself reached around and grabbed hold of the stiff cock jutting out from the naked boy's body. Slowly he stroked it harder, Dakota's cock rose above the vertical as it got even harder. Alexander's pumping fist moved faster, harder.

"I want to see you cum, slaveboy! Cum for your master. Come on, slave enjoy it. This will be the last time for a long while. Your body is mine, your cock is mine, your cum is mine and I want to see it." He hissed into the slave's ear as he stroked harder and faster.

Dakota was moaning with the pleasure exploding from his groin and radiating all over his body.

He'd never heard Alexander speak like this. Alexander didn't know where those words came from, but he liked it and he was getting hard too. His hand flew up and down the slave's cock.

Harder. Faster.

Dakota's hips swayed as his master's hand masturbated him.

Harder. Faster.

Alexander's hand and Dakota's cock were coated in the twelve year's old pre-cum.

Harder. Faster.

Dakota moaned louder behind his gag.

Faster.

A blinding flash of sparks inside Dakota's head.

It happened. A loud scream unleashed from behind leather and rubber.

Dakota's cock erupted.

The slave shot his cum.

Strong and fast.

The pearl white cream slammed against the wall.

It dripped down the tile.

Dakota felt faint inside his private leather encased world.

He saw stars and weird colored patterns in his darkness behind the mask.

He collapsed.

If Alexander hadn't held him fast he'd have hurt himself as his knees failed and the boy drooped rag doll-like into the tub.

Dakota fought to get air through the nose holes of the leather mask.

Slowly, regrettably he calmed and returned gently to earth.

Alexander held him tight.

The slaveboy's afterglow remained.

"Did you like that, Dakota?"

The slaveboy nodded his head vigorously. Still held tight by his owner.

"Good. Remember it, it won't happen too often."

Dakota moaned his disappointment.

Come on let's get our day started.

Chapter 3

Alexander left the half face mask with attached ball gag on his slaveboy Dakota as he reattached the boy to this study desk. Since Dakota was being punished and part of that punishment was to remain bound the whole day he secured the twelve-year-old boy's ankles to the chair legs as well as the boy's knees to the upper chair legs where they joined the seat. Dakota's wrist was again locked into the ever present handcuff attached to the desk itself. Alexander placed all the books and blank paper that Dakota would require for his studies as well as several pencils on the desk.

"Dakota, you have one hour to study now. I'll be back down with some breakfast for you and then it's right back to your homework."

The bound and gagged slave just nodded and set to work on his studies.

"How's it going with Dakota this morning, is he okay?" Alexander's mom asked.

"Yes, mom he's fine"

"He's not too stiff from being bound up like that all night?"

"Nope, not a word of complaint except that he really had to go to the bathroom. Which I helped with out with."

"Good, is he rebound on the bed for the rest of the day?"

"No, I tied him to his desk chair and set him to doing his homework. I figured a little extra time studying wouldn't hurt. Now I'm going eat and then make him some breakfast."

"Okay, well I have some meetings, unfortunately, today so I have to head into the office."

"Meetings on a Saturday? That's unusual, mom."

"Well the leadership wants to get an important law passed this week so they have called a caucus. No one is happy about it, but the work of a public servant is never done. I'll see you when I get home later tonight."

She leaned over and kissed her son on the check.

"Good-bye, hope you have a good day, mom." Alexander called to her as she left the house.

Alexander set about getting himself some breakfast, bacon and eggs with toast and juice. The smell of the cooking bacon drifted all through the house, down to Dakota's bedroom. The smell distracted the boy from his studies. He knew that he wasn't getting bacon for breakfast, not this morning. A real 'free-boy' breakfast, as he and Alexander had come to call them, was a rare and special treat for the slaveboy. And since he was being punished he knew that bacon was out of the question.

After Alexander had finished eating and placed his plate and dishes into the dishwasher he made Dakota's breakfast. Out of the pantry he pulled the box of slave food. A dehydrated powder mix, similar in texture to powdered mashed potatoes, and measured out a cup into a small sauce pan, added an equal part of milk and slowly heated the mixture. Bland and gooey the mixture was a staple of all households with slaves. It had all the protein, fiber and vitamins needed by a human body. Dakota was still eating the pre-teen male version of the product, which came in three age groups for both male and female slaves' needs.

The slave breakfast had no smell and really had no taste, Alexander, as curious boys are want to do, tasted it after he first got Dakota. That was the first and last time the goo entered this mouth. Dakota got it semi-regularly, but it wasn't the only food the slave ate. Dakota often got the similar food as the family unless Alexander was being lazy and didn't want to make a plate of it up for his slave to when Dakota wasn't allowed to eat with the family at meal time. Of course Dakota ate smaller portions and didn't always get the 'extras' and sat on the floor to eat. If Alexander was being particularly cheeky he would feed the slaveboy scraps from his own plate, like Dakota was a pet. Dakota had to eat more than his share of Brussels sprouts and broccoli as they two boys grew up together.

For some slaves, the slave meal powder was all they get to eat three meals a day, everyday, nothing else. Alexander thought that was simply too cruel to force on a slave, so he didn't do that to his.

He took the bowl of hot white slave meal down to the boy, removed the gag and gave him a spoon to eat with. Dakota ate in silence after a simple "Thanks" when the bowl was placed before him. The poor boy was starving so right now, anything to eat was welcome. After the boy finished, Alexander picked up the bowl and made to leave the room. As he approached the cell door he turned back to the studying slaveboy.

"Oh, Dakota I nearly forgot this…" He crossed the room back to the bound boy, "here, not getting dinner last night was partly my fault. You can have this too. Do you forgive me?" and he placed a pre-packaged snack cake on the desk in front of the slightly shocked boy.

"There's no need for me to forgive you, Master. I wasn't mad at you to begin with. Thank you for the cake though!"

"Thanks, Dakota. You're the best, you know that? You can eat that whenever you want too. I have to go out for a while you you'll stay ungagged for now. Keep studying though."

"I will, Master. I will make you, ma'am and sir happy with me again.

"Cool, but dad doesn't know yet. He's still off in Tokyo; he hasn't called in a day or so."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Mom had to go into work today, so you'll be home alone for a while. The security system will be on, so you'll have nothing to worry about."

"Okay." Dakota replied. While he was used to being in his room alone he hated being in the house alone, even with the protection of the electronic security system. He liked the sounds of life that he could heard as the family that owned him went about their business. Plus when someone was home he was often allowed to 'hang out' with them as they went about their business in the house. Helping to cook dinner, getting to watch TV or allowed out in the back yard. Alexander's father would sometimes take the slaveboy along with him on errands he had to run, when the man wasn't away on a business trip that is.

Alexander jumped off his vintage Vespa moped and dropped the twenty pence piece into the parking meter. He was in front of the slave outfitters, Slaves Plus, he always thought that was a dumb name for this high-end slave outfitting store. But he liked the gear they offered and the friendly service he got from the owner, Angela. Better known as Angie.

Slaves Plus was officially a slave outfitters. They offered everything from gags and handcuffs to cages of all kinds and even some devices that Alexander didn't have a clue how to use. So from simple slave restraining devices to complicated kinky sexual torture devices, Slaves Plus had it all. And of course they could customize anything a slave owner's heart desired.

Although the practice of private citizens or companies selling slaves was illegal, Slaves Plus dealt in the re-adoption of slaves. That is they would take an owner's slave into the store and allow other potential owners to view them for consideration. This allowed the owner to avoid the mundane and time consuming paperwork and other work associated with re-placing a slave. While the shop couldn't directly make money for the selling of the slave, Angie took advantage of the loophole in the law allowing her to charge clients for the advertising of the slave's availability and all the paperwork and delivery of the slave. She charged both parties for her work. It was a profitable little sideline to her main business, plus the slaves on consignment were then used to demonstrate her little devices for clients, something Angie loved to do. Demos made sales after all.

Slaves Plus only dealt with slaves under the age of eighteen and while Angie would help place girls her personal preference ran toward the male variety. She currently had five slaveboys on display; Three of them were standing bound in the store window. One had a half face muzzle on and was bound with rope at his wrists thighs and ankles. The second was younger, much younger and was showing off a chastity device that completely covered his genital area, also bound with ropes at wrists, knees and ankles. These two slaves were class two boys, while the third was the oldest of the three, and the sign as his bare feet said he was a class three boy. He was tightly gagged and heavily chained at the wrists and ankles, while he didn't have any device locked to his cock, he was suffering from the metal clamps attached to his nipples. Angie had simply put the boy on display as a favor to a very good client, she normally didn't accept class three slaves, even if they where gorgeous merchandise.

The two other boys where inside the store, one was seated into a rough wooden bondage chair, metal clamps over his wrists and ankles and sporting a rather effective leather blindfold. Angie said he had been there for a week already and while he got to get up from the chair once a day, the blindfold never came off. Sales of that style blindfold had gone up considerably since the cute blonde was modeling it. She wasn't about to ruin a good thing. The fifth and final boy was standing, secured inside a body form-fitting bondage cage which was leaning against the wall. He couldn't move a limb and had a rather tight rubber cock gag strapped into his mouth. He had long black hair and very tan skin matched with scared and forlorn deep blue eyes. He had been re-adopted and was waiting to be delivered to his new home later that day.

"Well, hello Alexander. Haven't seen you in there for a long while. How are you?"

"I'm fine Angie. Thanks."

"Oh, you're alone again I see. How's your slaveboy, Dakota doing? Still adorable I assume." That's what made Angie the best, she knew her customers, their wants and needs and their slaves. She believed in a personal touch.

"Yes he's fine too. Not doing so good with his homework recently, so he's at home studying, being grounded for a couple months. No leaving the house for him for a while."

"Ah, that's too bad. You never seem to bring him in with you."

"Well this place, honestly, kinda freaks him out, Angie. He's not used most to this stuff."

"That's cause you never use the sexier stuff on him, sweetie, just the basic restraints. For a slaveboy he's still, how shall I say this… rather innocent."

"Well he's still rather young."

"As are you, you're one of my youngest customers. What is Dakota now, eleven?"

"Twelve."

"Such a lovely age… You're not thinking of consigning him here are you?"

"No, Angie. I need to get him something different this time though. We're upping his training."

"Oh, you are a little devil aren't you? But after that's what slaveboys are for! What do you need, Alex?"

"A chastity belt."

"Nice, let me show you what we have."

After a good half hour she had shown Alexander the selection of stock chastity devices and even pulled the first boy out of the window, he was the same age as Dakota, and put several of them on the still bound and gagged boy. Angie and her customer discussed the virtues and drawbacks of each style like the slaveboy wasn't even present. He was just a piece of merchandise after all, an object.

"I think that for the proper fit you'll need to bring him in so I can custom fit it."

"But he's not allowed to leave the house for two months and I need him locked up this weekend."

"That presents a problem. I insist on only the best for you and your slave, after all – the son or our local member of parliament can't have anything second class, can they?"

"N…no I suppose not."

"May I offer a solution?" She said coyly, she wanted to see Dakota and get to play a little with him, so she had a plan to get him in the store. "You said he doesn't like this place, so bringing him here is hardly a treat for him. Plus you can bring him here blindfolded so he can't see the outside as you ride over here. Once inside we can remove the blindfold or not, up to you, but we'll get him naked and secured and then fit him with the model you have chosen."

"That's not a bad idea, Angie, thanks. I'll go get him prepped and we'll be back here in about an hour. Will that work?"

"Yes, I don't have any other clients scheduled today, just this item to get delivered," she pointed to the boy in the body cage, "it can't arrive at its new home till 7pm."

"Angie, how long has he been in that cage? He looks very uncomfortable."

"Since it was re-adopted, day before yesterday. The new owner insisted on it. I guess it is rather uncomfortable, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm bound by its new owner's wishes. Plus I know its new owner pretty well, she's been a client for years. Having to stand in that cage for three days is the least of that boy's worries."

With that last statement the caged boy's eyes widened and Alexander could swear he heard a little whimper of fear from the teenager. A shiver went down Alexander's spine, after all, that boy was the same age as Alexander. "A simple matter of luck separates him and me." He thought to himself.

Dakota was sitting on the back of Alexander's Vespa, holding on to his master's waist for dear life. Being driven on the back of a moped, barefoot and blindfolded wasn't the slaveboy's idea of fun. Alexander had required him to be blindfolded from the moment he returned home with a thick cloth blindfold that wrapped around his head several times. Then Alexander dressed the boy in a red and white horizontally stripped shirt that ended just above the twelve-year-old's cute belly button. In accordance with the law, printed on the white stripes of the shirt were the words I am a Slaveboy. Since slaves can't be naked in public Dakota also wore tight light blue shorts.

Alexander flipped the kickstand to balance the moped and hopped off the bike, Dakota had been forbidden from speaking and tried reaching out for this master. Alexander took hold of his arm and helped the boy off. Dakota had no clue where he was, but could feel the hot asphalt and concert under his bare soles soon to be replaced by the cool marble floor of Slaves Plus.

"Ah, there you are. My, my Alexander how could you keep this adorable slaveboy hidden away from me for so long?" he reached out and ran her hand through Dakota's soft blonde and purple dyed hair. This startled Dakota who withdrew as a reflex reaction, but remained absolutely silent. "Shall we begin?"

Alexander nodded.

She took hold of Dakota's hand and led him over to a set of vertical posts set into the floor of the shop. She placed his back against the smooth wooden surface of one and raised his hand above his head and clicked a shackle shut around it. Then she repeated the same procedure with his other arm, locking him to the post. His bare feet flat on the cool marble floor.

Dakota thought he recognized the voice of this woman who had just locked him in place, Alexander still said nothing. Next he felt his shorts being lowered to the floor. He was now naked from the belly button to his cute toes. She lifted the front of the slaveboys' shirt up and slipped it behind head exposing his chest.

"Oh yes, Alexander. You're so lucky to own him. Are you sure you won't allow me to display him for a few days? He could sell lots of merchandise for me."

"No, he's not a display piece, Angie. Now please stop teasing him, he's nervous as it is. Let's just get him fitted for the chastity device please."

"Do you want him to remain blindfolded?" she asked.

"Let him decide. Dakota shake your head yes or no, yes the blindfold comes off, no it stays on."

Dakota shook no.

Angie took out a measuring tape from her pocket and measured the boy's flaccid cock. Dakota's cock measured out at just under two inches or five centimeters. She made a quick mental note.

"Now I have to measure it hard. With your permission, Alex."

"Sure," He turned to Dakota, "She is going to get you hard now, be a good boy."

She slowly and gently started to rub the boys' penis. Being a pre-teen boy his cock responded immediately and got hard. She continued to rub it with the softest of touches. She even blew small puffs of air at the small head of his penis.

Dakota's lips parted and he began to breathe softly through them.

"Your not cumming this time, Dakota. So don't get too excited. She just needs to take your measurements for the chastity belt.

"Alex, why don't you come over here and tweak his nipples for me, that will help him get harder."

"I've never played with his nipples. What do I do?"

"Just rub the nibs softly, pinch them lightly, get them to get hard and standing out from his chest, then increase the pressure a little. A little pain can be great enhancement to the sexual experience for a slave. It will make his absolutely gorgeous cock hard as can be."

Angie was enjoying the sight in front of her: a Master molesting his slaveboy as she masturbated him.

Dakota was lost in the new sensations of having his nipples played with. Angie's use of the word pain frightened him but he found the pinches not too hard and agreed that it did make what she was doing to his cock feel a whole lot better. His breathing was shallow and quick.

After about five minutes the little slaveboy was as hard as he could get. Angie stopped and quickly took his measurement before he could lose any of his length. Three point one inches or seven point nine centimeters. More mental notes made.

Then she reached around the stationary slaveboy and measured his waist and then around each thigh, the length of his inseam, his chest and even his feet from heel to toes.

"Why did you take all those other measurements, Angie? The lock will only fit around his cock and balls."

"Just to keep my records up to date, Alex."

There is was again Dakota noticed. She called him Alex. No one ever did that, not even his own mother.

"This will only take about fifteen minutes to customize. You want to wait. I'll even install it for free."

"Sure, we'll wait."

"Good, I'll just go in back and make the adjustments, please help yourself to any of the refreshments or to any of the other merchandise. Just not David there as he belongs to someone else and she's the jealous type." She said referring to the body caged teen boy who was still waiting to be delivered that evening.

Angie came back into the room with a silver tray, on which were the several pieces of the new chastity lock that would be fitted to Dakota. She pulled up a little table and set the tray on it, then sat so she was eye level with the slaveboy's cock and balls. She picked up two halves of a silver ring and placed one on each side of his cock and balls where they joined his body. The top had a little hinge that clicked internally in place and making sure as to not pinch the boy's skin she clicked the bottom closed with a little snap. Then handed a little pin like key to Alexander.

"This is the only key, underneath the ring is a little hole where that will fit in so you can unlock it if you need too or want too."

In the front of the ring now locked onto the slave's body were three small holes just like those that key fit into. Angie then took the second of the three pieces and lifting the again flaccid cock she threaded it into the cock cage slowly.

"Don't get hard now Dakota or I won't be able to fit this on right and it will hurt you. And I have no desire to hurt such a sweetie like you." He cautioned the boy.

With practiced ease and speed she got his cock in place and the cage locked in place quickly snapped all three connection points to the cock ring. The tip of the cage was still open and the head of his cock stuck through that opening now. Then she picked up with last piece from the silver tray.

"Do you want this one on now too, Alex?"

"Yes, he's under punishment for the next two months, lock him up." He instructed.

"Yes, sir. As you wish." She teased just a little. Alexander quite liked her calling him, 'sir'.

With one final click the cap piece was in place. Dakota's entire cock was now behind shinny silver metal. Locked off from any touch, unable to get hard without complications to the wearer, but open enough to keep clean and sanitary as well as to be able to urinate through without being taken off.

A few more minutes of instruction, where Dakota and his new cock cage were the object of the demonstrations themselves, and Alexander was up to speed on how to remove the cage with the little key and about the things to look out for, any skin irritations and the like.

She took Alexander into the back room for a moment.

"Something I have to tell you but he can't hear. Young boys like him will get hard a lot, this cage will hurt him when he's hard and soon he will learn how to control that. To get soft again quickly or to not get hard in the first place. But at his age he has little control over it, not matter how much you both try to train that cock. It might get hard, really hard and stay hard no matter what happens. Especially if you keep him from cumming for periods of time. If this happens he will be in great pain inside that cage."

"So what do I do?"

"If you don't want him to suffer you have to remove the two outer pieces of the cage to allow his cock the freedom to be hard. If after a time it's still hard you'll also have to take off the cock ring. This should allow him to get soft again and not suffer in the confines of the cock cage."

"Understood. And thanks, Angie."

"No need to thank me, I enjoyed it."

"I know you did, Angie. I'm not and idiot." He teased.

She giggled.

Dakota and Alexander where at the door of the shop. Angie held the door open for her customer and his slaveboy. The cock cage was clearly evident under his tight shorts he was still blindfolded and silent.

"Are you sure you won't loan him out for a weekend or so? He'd be very popular here." She half teased.

"Now stop that, Angie. He's mine. I'm keeping him."

Dakota smiled at his master's defense of him.

"Oh, well, we can't always get what we want. Just don't be a stranger."

Back on the moving moped Dakota did something he almost never did. He broke an order given to him by his master. He leaned over and whispered into his master's ear. "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, slaveboy."

The pair headed home.

Chapter 4

Later that night Dakota was still tied onto the desk chair and was busy studying. Except for his little outing to the slave outfitters earlier in the day he hadn't moved from this spot and had been bound to the chair all day.

The young slave boy had been alone in his basement bedroom since returning home. He could hear the sounds of Alexander as he moved about the house on the floors above, he could even hear when Alexander's mother had come home from the office. She usually visited him when she came home from work. This thought lifted the bound and bored slaveboy's spirits a little but the hopeful Dakota soon figured out she wasn't going to pay him her customary visit. A little disheartened he returned to his homework.

Dakota had no clue what time it was as he had no windows to look out of and had never been afforded the free-boy luxury of a clock or a watch. But his tummy was telling him some hours had passed by.

The slaveboy was of course still completely naked, having been ordered to strip as soon as the pair returned home from the outfitters. As was the rule of the household, all Dakota's punishments he had to suffer in the nude.

Alexander appeared at the cell barred door of the bedroom with another bowl of steaming slave porridge in his hand. It was dinnertime.

Alexander set the bowl down in front of the slave at his desk and moved the books out of the way so the slaveboy could eat.

"So, Dakota how are you doing?" Alexander asked.

"I'm okay, master. I'm sorry to say I'm a little bored though reviewing the material over and over and my eyes are going a little buggy from reading and writing all day. But I understand that I have to do it both to improve and because of my instructions from you."

"Well I think that after dinner we can untie you and get you a shower, then put you to bed for a while."

"Thanks, master. I do really need a shower; it's been a few days since I had one. Can I shower with this chasty device on?"

"It's called a chast-i-ty cage, Dakota. Yes you can. It's completely waterproof and won't rust or anything. How's it feel?"

"It itches, master."

"It's not pinching anywhere?"

"Not right now. But earlier I got a little… um… hard and then it wasn't too comfortable."

Alexander laughed at the poor slaveboy's predicament. "Well it's supposed to do that, silly! It's designed to keep you soft and to not allow you to touch your cock at all."

"I would never touch myself unless you told me too." "I know. But you're getting to that age when the thing between your legs becomes an irresistible plaything. This will just help keep you honest."

"I know, but its still frustrating." And he pouted his best play pout.

"Why did it get hard, slaveboy? Where you doing something you weren't supposed too?"

"I don't know if I wasn't supposed to or not. I wasn't touching it, Master. I was just daydreaming back to this afternoon when you where rubbing my chest and the misses at the store was playing with it. And it kinda got hard on its own. I'm sorry."

"Dakota you need to start using the proper names. I wasn't rubbing your chest. I was playing with your nipples. And she was jerking off your cock."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to sound crude. It feels like I'd be swearing or something. Which I'm not allowed to do, master."

"It's okay, it's all part of your new training. That's the name for those body parts that you, as a slaveboy need to start using."

"It's all so much all of a sudden. I think my little brain is gunna explode, master. Will you help me learn it all, please?" he faked another pouty face.

"Stop pouting and eat your dinner." Alexander said in jest back.

"Okay, thanks."

"And Dakota your brain is anything but little."

Dakota smiled at his master for the compliment and continued to eat his dinner.

Dakota finished the last of the tasteless, white and gooey porridge from the bowl and sat back in his chair to relax. Gripped his hands tight together and reached up over his head and stretched. He arched his back and pulled to stretch his upper body as far as his bondage would allow. Alexander who had been laying his the slaveboy's bed reading to himself got up and began to untie his slaveboy's legs from the legs of the chair in which he sat. He gently messaged the calves and ankles to restore the flow and reduce any stiffness.

Dakota stood up on semi-wobbly legs and took a brief moment to stretch and bend. "Working out the knots, master."

"Well go take a nice hot shower that will help."

"I've got some nice imprints on my skin from the ropes. Look!"

"Yeah you got some first class rope marks there. They'll disappear in a few hours."

"I know, but having rope marks means I was tied up right. Well done!" he teased his owner.

"You're a cheeky bugger tonight. Go take your shower!" he teased back.

Dakota giggled and skipped to his bathroom to start the shower. It always took a couple minutes for the hot water to reach the shower. He started it up and returned to stand in the bathroom's doorway.

Alexander had returned to relax on the slaveboy's bed.

"Master, can I ask you why ma'am didn't come down to visit me when she came home today? Is she really, really mad at me? Doesn't she want to see me?"

"She disappointed in you'd Dakota. But she knows you want to do better so she's also proud of you. She's not really mad, just very busy. She came home with a ton of papers she has to read over for Monday when she goes back to work. She didn't say anything to me either, just went right from the front door to her office. She only came out to make a cup of tea."

"Oh, I see. When she didn't come to visit me I was afraid that she was really mad at me and didn't want to see me again."

Alexander had to smile at that comment from his slaveboy. The boy really was worried about this punishment. He was truly afraid that that he had lost something of the special relationship he shared with Alexander's parents due to his recent failure.

"Go on now, I see steam from the shower, you've got ten minutes, and don't forget to brush your teeth too."

"Yes, Master!" and the relieved slaveboy bounded off to take his shower before bedtime.

Dakota immediately plunged his head under the hot stream of water. It felt great to let the tickling water wash over his head and down his naked body.

"I'll be naked for the next two months…" the boy thought to himself, "I think that's the longest I've ever been completely naked.

He grabbed the shampoo and went to his task. A light peach scent filled the shower as he washed three days of grime out of his hair. He'd wish that Alexander would let him shower more often. Dakota would get so embarrassed as his young pre-teen boy scent grew as did the time from his last shower. He tried to keep his distance from others so they wouldn't be offended. He knew it wasn't his fault, but it embarrassed him none the less.

He rinsed his hair, applied the hair conditioner and went to work washing the dirt off his body as the conditioner did its work making his hair silky and soft.

He lingered over his nipples a bit more then he would have normally trying to repeat the pleasurable feelings from his afternoon. His cock started to respond immediately.

"Whoa, better stop that!" he thought and went right back to the work of taking a shower. Thankfully his cock began to deflate.

It took the slaveboy a little bit of concentration to figure out how to properly wash his cock and balls with the cage in the way. Finally he settled on lathering up his hands and doing his best to get the soap to reach his cock. He knew from his instructions given at the slave outfitters that it was now extra important to keep that area clean.

He finished up and rinsed off from head to toes. Hopped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off and bounded over to the sink to brush his hair and his teeth.

With the sound of the sink faucet being turned off Dakota returned to this bedroom and stood with hands behind his back by his master who was still lying on the slaveboy's small bed reading.

"I'm ready for bed now master. I'm all clean, hair washed and teeth brushed."

Alexander hopped off the bed and inspected his slaveboy.

Dakota's hair was still damp. Alexander looked at the boy's ears and saw they were clean, took hold of his hands and inspected his fingernails, clean there too.

He then lifted the cage cock and looked underneath and around the silver metal bars encasing the slave's cock. Spotless and shinny.

"Open." Alexander commanded.

Dakota opened his mouth.

Alexander noted that his breath was minty and the teeth were all white and clean.

As was now the new ritual he swatted the boy's ass five times. Dakota yelped a little at the first one, apparently he had forgotten about that new little addition to his life.

"There, that was your customary five spanks, now I'll give you three more a little harder for getting hard this afternoon when you where supposed to be studying."

"Yes, master, I'm sorry master.

"Alright, you've passed inspection. Lie down on your bed on your back."

Dakota positioned himself so that his legs where at the end of the bed that had the ever present steel ankle shackle and his head, damp hair and all, on the pillow. He was staring up at the ceiling. Alexander clicked the steel shackle in place, the cold steel made Dakota jump a bit, as it did every night until the heat from his leg warmed it.

"Hands and wrists together, Dakota. In front of your tummy."

Alexander then proceeded to wrap white cotton rope around the submissive boy's wrists, not overly tight, but tight enough. Then he changed direction and wrapped between his hands and wrists to encircle the rope going around the slave's wrists. Creating a neat rope handcuff cinched tight. He tied a tight set of knots in the rope on the far side of the slave's hands so that if he bent them to his face to couldn't chew on the knot with he teeth.

"Tonight I think we'll add something new."

"Something new. Like what?" There was a slightly concerned tone in the slaveboy's question.

"Yeah, hang on a sec just stay put and shut your eyes."

Alexander then went over to the chest of bondage gear that was kept in the slaveboy's room unlocked it and rummaged around inside. In a minute he found the object of his search, a leather blindfold. Something Dakota had worn a few times before, but more for playing around and teasing done to him by Alexander. But tonight Alexander intended to blindfold the boy all night long.

Alexander returned and could hear the slaveboy humming a little song to himself.

Dakota's eyes were still closed – Alexander lifted his slaveboy's head up a little, feeling the dampness of the slave's silky straight hair in his palm, and slid the blindfold around his head and placed the padding snuggly over his eyes. Dakota would be completely unable to see anything until such time as his master decided to allow him too.

"I don't want this coming off tonight, Dakota. Don't try to remove it."

"I won't."

"Good boy."

Alexander left the room shutting the door with the metallic click of the steel lock engaging, turned off all the lights plunging the boy into double darkness and left without saying another word.

Dakota wiggled his naked body around to get more comfortable. With his one ankle in the steel shackle for the night that leg had to more or less remain straight. He adjusted his free leg with a bend at the knee so it folded itself under the shackled leg. His free ankle now rested under the back of his other leg's knee, forming a number 4 with is legs.

He knew from experience that if he folded his arms at the elbows so he fingers where under his chin it would relieve the pressure of the ropes and his hands would remain relatively comfortable. Eventually he knew that he'd have to roll over on his side and allow gravity to pull one wrist against the other so his hands wouldn't fall asleep under the rope's grip.

The few nights in this life as a slave where Dakota hadn't been bound in someway he found it very hard to sleep, he chalked it up to too much freedom, he'd gotten used to being bound as normal and not being bound disrupted his sleep.

He eyes hurt from reading all day, doing study and review problems, and making little notes to help his memory of his studies. It felt good to have them closed and dark now. The slight pressure exerted by the leather and fleece against his eyes, face and head just about massaged his tired eyes and almost felt like it was rubbing his temples to provide relief. "Did master know that this would make my eyes feel better?" He thought to himself. Dakota was a smart boy but he never quite knew the motives behind some of the actions taken by his master.

Inside his bondage and blindfold Dakota found himself getting lost inside his own little world. He began retreating into his own head, getting lost in his internal thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.

He thought about how his life changed so suddenly seven years ago when within the course of less then a week his parents had been killed in a car accident and he was now a ward of the local council. At age five the boy instantly became an orphan. He was over at his little friend's David's house when two police officers came to the door. They chatted with David's mommy for a couple minutes. She turned to look at the little boy in the back yard sandbox and was crying. The three came outside and David's mommy told Dakota that he had to go with these men now. He asked where his mommy and daddy where and she told him that the men would explain everything. David cried for Dakota not to go. His mommy had to take hold of him to stop him from chasing after the two men. Dakota looked back at his little friend and waved his final goodbye. The pair never saw each other again.

The two cops took Dakota to the local orphans' home. There a very nice old lady told Dakota about his parents and tried to comfort the little boy as best she could. She gave him a teddy bear to hug tight. After he settled down he was put in a room with three other little boys.

He had to appear in front of that judge the next day. The judge, in his big marble clad courtroom, looked down on him from his high perch behind his big wooden desk. Dakota didn't know it was called a bench at the time. How the adults around him explained the boy's situation to the judge. That he had no other family and he was alone and being cared at the boy's home in town. The judge took a few minutes before he spoke. Dakota stood silent shifting his weight from foot to foot and slightly shaking in fear. Still clutching the teddy bear tight to his chest.

The judge smiled at the little boy and asked his name and his age and what his favorite food was. Took a few more minutes to think and flipped some papers around on his desk. Then the judge announced to the court that the boy was to be deemed a Class Two Orphan.

Dakota was then taken by another adult he didn't know wearing a blue uniform from the large courtroom into a small side room and stripped of his clothes. First his shoes and socks were removed for him, then his shirt, his pants and underpants, and finally the teddy bear was taken. All of his possessions where put into a little white box and the lid shut. The clothes he'd been wearing would be taken back to the home for boys to be reused by another little boy there.

The scared little boy started to cry and shake harder. He had no understanding of what was happening to him. The uniformed man wrapped a simple white loin cloth around his waist and tied it tight. He was taken and given to a nice lady who took him to another home where he was told that in the morning he would learn about the rules he had to know based on what the judge just said.

Thinking about it now, Dakota realized that day was the last time he had ever worn shoes or socks. He had never given any real thought to being barefoot all the time with Alexander. He simply hadn't been given or told to put on any shoes or socks and so he never wore any.

Dakota being only five years old at the time had very little understanding about what was happening around him. But he fit in well at the new home he had been taken too.

Still being grief stricken and a trusting little boy he just allowed the adults, who were all very nice to him, if a little firm, to order him around and he did as they told him too. For his obedience he was praised and he liked the attention he got.

They told him he was a very cute little boy and they'd be sorry to see him go, but he would be adopted very soon because he was so cute and so good a doing what he was told. They told him he was probably going to be adopted by a nice family as their little slaveboy. He had seen slaves in his life, they were not uncommon. But he didn't really know what it meant to become one. One nice lady told him there was a little bit of a chance he might be adopted as a free boy and his life would be just like it was before, but that probably would not happen. All Dakota knew was that soon he would be living with a new family and wanted to be adopted soon.

Dakota thought himself lucky that he was adopted by such a nice family who treated him so well. He didn't mind being tied up and liked the interest shown in him by Alexander and Alexander's parents.

Over the years he knew that Alexander was the envy of most of his school friends because of his ownership of Dakota. Dakota was proud of that and even though he was a slave he loved being part of this family that loved him back. He'd been a slaveboy more than half his life, He didn't have many memories of his life before the age of four or so – meaning he had almost no memory of his early life as a free boy. This was all he knew; being a slaveboy. He smiled slightly at his thoughts and drifted off to sleep.

Since it was still early in the evening Alexander plunked himself down on the family room sofa and turned on the tele. "Let the channel surfing begin." He said to an empty room. The flicking light of a television rapidly changing stations bounced off the walls.

After several turns around the dial Alexander's mother finally emerged from her home office.

"Shove over a bit, kiddo." She said.

Alexander moved over a little and she sat down on the sofa with a thump. Exhausted. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the coffee table. She looked at her son.

"Honey I wish you wouldn't put your shoes on the furniture."

He too kicked off his sneakers leaving him barefoot. He curled up a little he got resettled and comfortable.

"So how's Dakota?"

"He studied hard today, he said he got very bored doing it though and he eyes hurt from so much reading."

"That's to be expected. How are his spirits?"

"You know Dakota. No complaints. He was in a good enough to mood to tease me a little like he does – so I think he's fine."

"It's strange not to see him sitting on the floor here watching tele with you, your usually Saturday night custom."

"I know, I kinds miss him."

"I stopped by the outfitters on the way home, Angie said you stopped in today and brought Dakota with you."

"Yeah, I wanted to get him a chastity thingy. So I went over this morning and picked one out, but she needed to custom fit it too him so I had to take him back in."

"Good, he's reaching that age. Slaveboys need to be controlled with that sort of thing."

"Wait a minute, why did you stop in to see Angie?"

"Oh I wanted to special order some equipment for his bedroom."

"Like what?"

"That's a surprise. Right now I don't want you mention it to him. Wait till they start delivering it all next week."

"Oh come on! Tell me, please!" he pleaded.

"No, it's a surprise for him, and for you."

"Damn."

"Alexander! Language."

"Sorry, mom."

"Alexander, I need to ask you something. I know that Dakota sometimes performs oral sex on you."

Alexander blushed crimson.

"But have you gone any farther? Have you had sex with him, anal intercourse?"

"Mom! How could you ask me that? It's so embarrassing. How did you even know about him giving me… doing that… to me?"

"Honey, I'm your mother. I know everything about my family. And he told me. I asked and he told me."

"Well then why don't you just ask him." Alexander was a little miffed by this line of questioning and learning that his mother knew about their little sexual adventures.

"No. You're my son and he's just a slave. I want to know from you."

"Well if you really must know. No I have never had sex with Dakota!" He was near yelling.

"Settle down, Alexander."

"Why would you even suggest that? I'm not gay!"

"This isn't about you being gay. It's about you using your slaveboy. And that's what Dakota is, a slaveboy. He's not a British-American subject, he doesn't have the same rights as you. He's a possession, you own him. It's not the same as if you had sex with your friend Tristan."

"Mother, oh God! Yuck! Thanks, now I have that image in my mind. Thanks a lot!"

She giggled realizing her faux pas. "Sorry, honey. But you see what I'm saying?"

Alexander sat down, feet flat on the floor took a deep breath and looked at the coffee table instead of his mother.

"Yes, because of his status as a slaveboy if, and that's a big if, I have sex with him it doesn't mean I'm gay because he doesn't have the same status as me."

"Correct. It's about the active and passive roles. You, as the master of Dakota, take the active role. The masculine role if you will. He's the passive one. He has no choice both because of his physical position under you and because of his position as a slave."

"Okay, I remember that from history class. That's how things operated in the old Roman Empire. We covered that in the chapters on historical slavery."

"Good, nice to know the schools till teach the basics of society. But you see how it's different from a homosexual act?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Look honey, he's yours. I'm not telling you what to do with him. But you're at an age now where you'll become more sexually active and he's your slave."

"I…I guess so."

"I'd rather you have sex with him instead of someone who might have a disease or a girl who could get pregnant. And honey, in case you didn't notice, Dakota is as gay as a goose."

"He's what?"

"You've never really thought of him as a sexual toy at all have you?"

"No, he's my slave, but also my friend and kinda like a little brother."

"Do you tie up your friends or keep them naked? Would you lock a little brother in a basement bedroom with a steel cell door?"

"Of course not. Well maybe a bratty little bother… But I think he likes being tied up."

"Of course he does, he's the rarest of all slaves. He's a natural born submissive, a real slave. He'd never have been truly happy as a free boy."

"I've always wondered about that. Compared to other slaves I've seen he's always so happy and fun to be around."

"Most other slaves are despondent and have to be trained to accept their new stations in life. They hate it, right?"

"Yes they do. My mate David's parents had a real hard time with their slavegirl. She needed lots of punishment and correction when they first adopted her."

"Dakota is a one of a kind slaveboy. He's actually happy being one. He may not fully understand the reasons why himself. But he loves you and he's happy with the way things are."

"Yeah. I mean his attitude tonight proves it, right."

"Well this summer will be quite the learning experience for both of you. He will be learning all kinds of new aspects to a slave's life and you'll begin to think of him in a slightly different way."

"Sounds like fun." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Oh don't be that way. You'll see, trust me."

"Alright."

"Now since Dakota's not allowed out of his room, why don't go you make us each cup of tea?"

He returned with a tray of tea and a few cookies. The pair snacked as they watched some Saturday night television.

"Alexander, I've still got a few more hours work tonight and I know you don't want to talk to your mother about the things you can do with Dakota, in that way. Why don't you head to your computer and do some research on the net."

"Okay, night mom."

"Goodnight, honey. And remember, some things you'll discover will be quite extreme, keep in mind that he's yours to care for and you don't want to harm him. Go slowly."

"Understood."

In his bedroom Alexander accessed the internet and did a simple search for 'sex with your slaveboy'.

A screen full of results popped up, dozens of pages of results in fact.

"Damn! How did I not know about all this, where have I been living?" he mused.

He searched and looked at a lot of sites. He learned about pig slaves, full bondage slaves, pain slaves, what corporate owned slaves were subjected too. All of that quite disgusted and repulsed Alexander. "Why would anyone want to treat their property so badly?" he thought.

After about an hour he found a good site for slaveboy training and sex.

"That looks interesting. I think I'll start with that in the morning, right after his little morning spanking. I wonder why it's called shrimping?"

Chapter 5

The next morning Alexander rose early from his bed, a habit he wasn't accustomed to do on a Sunday, but this morning was special, or rather would be special. Today would be the first day of his training Dakota, the boy in the basement bedroom, bound, blindfolded and sleeping, to be his sexual slave as well as his personal slaveboy.

Up until a few years ago Dakota was more of a friend or special beloved pet. He was a companion for Alexander, when Alexander wanted a companion that is. Otherwise he was just there. A possession of the family, sometimes the center of attention, sometimes put away in his suitably appointed bedroom in the basement, out of sight and alone.

A few years ago, well more than a few but that's beside the point, Alexander started requiring Dakota to perform oral sex on him. Alexander's sexually naive way at teenage masturbation. That was as far as the two ever progressed into the realm of sexual matters.

At the urging of his mother Alexander looked up some slaveboy training sites on the internet last night before turning in. He was shocked, interested and very curious about most of what he saw. He decided that Dakota would be up for most everything, the willing and curious boy that he was, but he'd progress slowly and carefully. He liked the relationship the two shared now, one of friendship and companionship, their little teasing sessions, he didn't want to lose that, but to enhance it with the enjoyment of adding sex to the mix.

But first he wanted to get a good shower and then test some of the things his mother had said about Dakota the night before during their conversation on the couch.

While letting the warm water wash over him Alexander wished his father would call home; he'd feel much more comfortable discussing these sexual matters with him rather than with his mother. Currently Mr. Brooks was in the remote countryside of China, apparently they didn't have any cellular coverage and computers would be far and few between. They knew this in advance so were not worried he hadn't checked in, but several days without contact between all the family members was unusual.

Out of the shower the young master tossed on a pair of shorts and a polo shirt and headed downstairs to his slaveboy. It was only 6:38am.

The light from the hallway cast a door shaped shaft of light into Dakota's bedroom, illuminating the sleeping blindfolded slaveboy on the simple twin bed. The shadow lines from the locked cell door cast their shadows across the naked twelve-year-old's body. Alexander stood still and silent for a moment watching the rising and falling of the bound boy's chest.

"He really is something special," he thought to himself. "He has never really complained about anything required of him or asked of him. He really seems to enjoy giving me blowjobs, he doesn't mind being naked all the time. And now that I think of it he always seems to yield to other's will, even in the most simple matters. He really is a submissive little slave, isn't he?"

Alexander placed his hand on the pad scanner next to the door and with a click the door was unlocked. The noise had woken the slave who stirred on his bed.

Dakota, not being used to being blindfolded overnight, tried to open his eyes, but they met with resistance, he reached up with his bound hands and felt the cloth covering his eyes and remembered through his sleepy haze the order of his master from the night before to not remove the blindfold himself for any reason. He scratched his nose instead.

Alexander strolled over to Dakota's bed and sat down on the end.

"Good morning… Master?" Dakota spoke first.

"Yes, it's me, Dakota. How are you doing this morning?"

"Good, tired, but okay, thanks."

"Can you sit up?"

"Okay." And he did so.

The chain that secured Dakota's ankle to the bed was long enough to allow him to sit normally with both feet on the floor. He managed to position himself sitting normally next to his master. The two sat side by side, one wearing a shirt and shorts, other naked, blindfolded and bound.

"How's my little slave's dick this morning, being all locked up?"

"Uhm, its okay, master, it tried to get hard a few times and woke me up."

"You'll get used to that and it won't be a problem for long I think."

"I hope so, it was rather annoying."

"Make sure your eyes are closed. I'm gunna take off the blindfold. Open them up slowly after I take it off."

Alexander untied Dakota's wrists and then turned to Dakota and spoke some of the most important words he had ever spoken to him as his owner.

"Dakota, for the next few minutes, we are going to talk, I have questions for you. I need you to answer honestly and freely. I promise you, you will not be punished for any reason for anything you say. Actually for the next few minutes, until you I tell you otherwise consider yourself a free boy. Well semi-free anyway. Do you understand?"

"Y-yeah. Yes, master."

"Good. Now look me in the eyes."

Dakota turned and looked at his master, Alexander could see the nervousness building behind his green eyes.

"Dakota, if you could change three things about your life, what would they be?"

"What?"

"You heard me, take a minute and think about it, there's no rush."

"O-okay." He turned and stared down at his toes for a moment and thought deeply about the question before him. "Well, one I would like to be able to take a shower more often, it's kinda embarrassing when I get a bit smelly. Second, I'd like to eat more of the foods you get to eat, especially the desserts a lot more!" he giggled. "And lastly, well lastly I guess I would like it if I wasn't left alone so often, it gets boring down here all by myself, and sometimes when I'm home alone the house is a little scary."

"Next Question, Dakota do you find yourself attracted to me or boys in general?"

Dakota went bright red from head to toe, "Yes, master, I do. I'm sorry." He looked downcast.

"No need to be sorry Dakota. You're just being honest, that's more than a lot of people can be with themselves."

Dakota looked back at his master and smiled. Alexander winked, reassuring his younger slaveboy.

"Okay next, do you find yourself wanting to learn about the sexual games we are going to teach you?"

"Oh yes, very much!" He said quickly.

"Didn't even have to think about that one did you? Anyway, last question and take a moment to think about this one, and remember you need to be honest with me. Tell me the truth no matter what it is and you won't be punished for it."

"Got it."

"Have you ever, at anytime since I've owned you, ever thought about being free again?"

"What!" Dakota said in surprise. To be asked if he wanted to be free, that was almost unheard of. He didn't know much outside the four walls of this house, but he did know that no slave was ever asked for their opinion on being set free.

"Dakota, relax, this is not a trick. I just need to know. Have you ever thought about it?"

Dakota turned back to looking at his toes. He was visibly shaking, he didn't like this question. He took a deep breath and looked back at his master…"

"Honestly, Alexander. I have to answer: No. I have never thought about being free again. I have thought about what life might be like for you and for Cody and some of the other boys I've seen on the streets when I get to go out, what your lives are like, but I don't want to be free. Honestly it scares me, really. I mean I have no one other than you and Sir and Ma'am in the world. Where would I live? How would I live? I'm only a kid…"

Then a thought flew into his mind.

"Oh, master, you're not freeing me are you? You're not throwing me out of the house are you? Please say you're not. I'm sorry for messing up on my schoolwork, but I promise to do better, please I want to be here, I want to be yours."

Alexander had to grab Dakota's head in his hands. "Stop that now, Dakota. You have nothing to worry about, that's not why I asked."

Dakota took a minute to let this news sink in, took another deep breath, looked at his master in the eye again, and said. "Thank you, master!"

"You're welcome, Dakota" and he pulled the slaveboy into himself and gave him a reassuring hug.

After a few minutes they released their embrace, looked at each other and smiled.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, that's it for the questions. You're completely a slaveboy again. My slaveboy. Understand?"

"Yes, master. Thanks."

Alexander reached down and unlocked the metal shackle from Dakota's ankle, "Okay, Dakota, go take a shower, go potty, brush your teeth and be back here on your knees in front of me on the floor in twelve minutes or less."

"Yes Master," and he sprang up and trotted into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower.

While the water was running in the little on slave-suite bathroom Alexander leaned back on his hand and with his other hand began slowly and gently rubbing his cock hard. Not enough to put himself close to the edge of cumming, that would be his slave's job from now on, but just enough to get himself excited and ready for the fun and games he was about to try out on his willing and natural-born slaveboy.

The little quiz had been most informative. Dakota's answers had confirmed all Alexander's mother had told him. Dakota was smart and a thinker, he was totally gay and he was simply a natural slave. He really wouldn't have been happy if he'd not become a slave to someone. Dakota's answers had confirmed for Alexander that the road the two were about to travel together was the right one for them.

"Damn, I must be the luckiest seventeen-year-old in the country. I have a great, cute slaveboy who actually wants to be my slave, and wants me to have sex with him…" he thought to himself as he continued to rub his cock.

He heard the sink turn off and Dakota reentered the bedroom walked over to his master and dropped slowly and gently to his knees, hands at his sides and head bowed in front of Alexander as he was ordered. Alexander didn't have his watch on and Dakota had no clock in his room so he had no clue if Dakota had performed his tasks in the time allowed or not, it didn't matter really either.

He placed his hand on Dakota's damp hair and pushed him down toward the floor. The slave's instincts took over and he simply allowed himself to be pushed into position.

"Dakota, my slave, I want you to begin to learn something new. I want you to lick and suck on my toes."

"Your toes, master?"

"You heard me, now start. Lick between them, and suck each one just like it was a little cock. Lick and kiss the soles of my feet, the underside of my toes where they meet the ball of my foot. You can use your hands to hold my foot. Be gentle and simply make me feel good."

"Yes, master."

So he began.

Starting with the right foot of his master Dakota lowered himself all the way to the floor and pushed his tongue out between his soft red lips and lapped at his master's big toe. He turned his head and got his soft, wet tongue around his master's toe and began licking the spot just under the end of the toenail, then around to the side and moved back to the arch of his foot.

The obedient slave pushed his warm pinkness out farther and lapped at the bare arch more and more, then worked back over his path and swung around at the big toe and pushed his tongue in between the big toe and the second toe, licking in between them as ordered.

Dakota took his master's foot in his hand and lifted up off the floor, sitting up as he did so, and held the barefoot of his master at the heel and supported it gently to the side with his other hand. Dakota's eyes were closed and he had a dreamy look on his face as he continued his duty to his master.

He opened his mouth and let Alexander's big toe slip into his mouth just as he had sucked on his cock so many times in the past. He licked underneath and gently sucked with his mouth as he ran his tongue around and around the digit just as if it was a little cocklet. Then with a swift motion and with an effort of a child licking cookie dough off a spoon, he licked and probed the space between his big and second toe then started sucking on the second toe just as he did with the big.

Alexander thought to himself that if his toes had been cocks he would have shot from them twice already. Even as it was his cock was rock hard and throbbing from the attention given his feet. He hadn't touched his cock since Dakota reentered the room.

"Oh man this feels so great, slaveboy. Are you enjoying it?" Alexander whispered.

"Uhmm mmmm." Dakota answered without taking his sweet mouth off Alexander's middle toe.

Dakota continued to work on his master's toes and the soles of his bare feet. His hands gingerly rubbed and caressed the heels and arches as he moved and licked and sucked his way around every millimeter of his master's feet. He deftly finished up with the right and started on the left. Dakota worked it just as the first but as his experience and confidence grew he got bolder and less shy about probing and exploring this new territory on his master's body.

He then lifted both of feet together side by side and licked in between the arches. The sides of his tongue reaching and stroking both feet at the same time.

Alexander moaned with delight and the pure decadent pleasure one gets from having another person lick and suck their bare feet. He was hard as granite.

After some time passed and he was sure he could take no more of Dakota's quickly growing expert ministrations on his body, Alexander ordered Dakota to lay down on the floor on his back with his hands behind his head and to remain still.

Alexander retrieved a ball gag from the trunk of bondage gear kept locked in Dakota's bedroom. He returned to the prone slaveboy and lifted his feet up into his lap as he sat on the bed and taking the ropes that had spent the night securing Dakota's wrists he bound the slave's ankles and then his big toes together. He gently set the bound feet on the bed and gagged the boy tightly. He smiled at Dakota who in turn winked back.

"I got this little idea from you. Where you used your tongue between my feet I'll use my cock!"

He dropped his shorts to the floor and slipped his rock hard cock between the bound soles of the slaveboy's feet and began to slowly fuck them.

The friction caused by the soles and arches of Dakota's feet against Alexander's cock felt wonderful to the young slave master. The soft warm touch of the slave's bare feet was a feeling that Alexander hadn't anticipated. No where had he seen this mentioned on the web he simply spring-boarded this idea from Dakota's tongue action between his own arches.

The opening formed by Dakota's feet bound as they were at the ankles and big toes provided an opening just the right size and softness for Alexander's cock to be caressed into orgasm. Even in his sexually induced lust he knew that this was going to be part of their regular routine from now one.

"But what about my cum?" he thought, "When I come it will shoot all over Dakota. Wonder if he's ready for that? Guess I'll find out."

"Dakota this feels great, I'm gunna cum all over you, I'm not gunna stop till I cum. Get ready for it."

Dakota nodded but Alexander lost in his own feelings radiating out from his cock all over his body didn't even notice Dakota's nod.

"This won't going to take long." Alexander thought.

Dakota tried to think about what might happen when his master came on him. But in the few moments he had before it happened he knew he had no choice either way so he decided to watch his master's cock erupt and accept the cum no matter where it hit him.

A few short minutes later and Alexander could wait no longer and he let lose shooting his seed all over the slaveboy lying on the floor. Alexander's cum covered Dakota's caged cock with splatters on his tummy and chest. One of the first bursts of cum actually hit Dakota on the chin and neck. The boy was tracked with his master's cum from chin to feet. The last drops of white goo dripped from his master's cock onto the bound feet that had brought him off in the first place. Alexander wiped the dribbles of remaining cum off his cockhead on the soles of Dakota's feet. The slave giggled at the slippery tickling feeling.

Alexander sat down and reclined on the small bed and took time to recover.

He then crawled on the floor next to Dakota and removed his gag.

"Wow, that was amazing!" He told his slave.

"Yeah it was, thank you, master." Dakota replied.

"That was just the best. Very hot! I don't think my cock could have gotten any harder."

"Glad I could give you so much pleasure, master."

"You were great, Dakota. What did you think of it?"

"I liked it a lot master. You know I have never seen you actually do that before, I've felt it in my mouth, but I never saw you do it. It was so cool watching your cock spurt it all out. And now it's all over me. Feels weird."

"Weird how?"

"It's all warm when it first hit me, now it getting very cool and sticky feeling."

"Some people seem to think that it marks a slave as its master's property to have his cum on his body."

"Really? Well I do kinda like it. It was really neat to have you cum on me. Will you do that to me again sometime?"

"Sure thing, Dakota."

A few minutes of silence passed as the two boys lay side by side on the floor coming down from their mutual but very different sexual highs.

"Master, can I go get cleaned up now?"

"No I don't think so. I want you to wear my cum for a while. Bring your feet down on the floor here and lay on your side."

Alexander got up and got another piece of rope and quickly bound Dakota's hands behind him and left him on the carpeted floor.

"There that will keep you from rubbing any of it off with your hands. As today is Sunday I think that I will allow you a day off from studying and we'll play some more. But first you're gunna lay here bound up for a while and I'll go get your breakfast. As your still under your grounding, it will be slave chow again and you won't be leaving his room but I'll be back and we'll spend the day together and you'll be learning a lot I think."

He bent over the trussed up slaveboy and gagged him again, left the room locking the door and flipping off the room's lights. Dakota was simply lit by the light coming through the cell door from the hall.

Dakota craned his head up as best he could and watch his master exit his bedroom and lock him in once again. If he wasn't gagged he would have smiled. As it was he was more content then he had been in a long time.

The slave's breakfast, which Alexander fed to him spoon by spoon as Dakota remained bound on the floor, consisted of the same white and tasteless slave chow he'd eaten the day before. Every so often he would scoop up a little of his cum from Dakota and feed the helpless slave a spoonful of the cold sticky goo. Dakota took it all in stride. He would wrinkle his nose and say, "Yucky" when he was fed his master's seed but he opened his mouth and licked the spoon clean anyway. Even bound and covered in cum Dakota still enjoyed teasing his master.

After breakfast had been consumed it was time for Dakota's morning spanking.

Alexander helped the boy upright and placed his chest on the mattress with his knees still on the floor. And with the paddle gave Dakota five good smacks on his bare round ass.

He sat down next to the slightly suffering slaveboy and placed his hand on the small of Dakota's back to keep him in place. Dakota turned his head to look toward his master.

"Dakota there is a practice that most masters do on their slave. They have sex with them."

"Isn't that what we are doing?"

"No I mean have sex with you, really have sex."

"I don't think I know what you mean, master."

Alexander's hand roamed to Dakota's still red ass.

"I mean, instead of putting my cock in your mouth, I put it in your butt."

"Oh." Was all the slave could respond with.

"Yeah. It's the real way to have sex with a slave."

"I understand."

"So what do you think?" he asked Dakota.

"Does it matter, master? I'm just a slave – you can do what you want to me."

"That's true, but you're more than just a slave."

"Are you going to do it now?"

"No, not right now. We got to get you prepared for it, so you're not damaged."

"Get me ready? How?"

"First we've got to open your butt up. That's done with a device called a butt plug. We don't have one yet, but I'll get a set and we'll start stretching your tight little ass and get you ready."

"Sounds painful."

"Well it will be at first. But from what I read about it, it seems that it can be enjoyable after that. That pain doesn't last long. The web site said that slaves even enjoy the feeling once they are trained and prepared right."

"Okay. I'll do the best I can." The slave giggled.

"I know you will!" and Alexander quickly tickled the bound boy's ribs sending another round of laughter from Dakota's lips.

Alexander had Dakota stand up and he untied his wrists and ankles and had him lay down on his back on the bed and proceeded to tie him spread eagle. Once all four limbs where secure he again blindfolded the young slave.

"I'm gunna head upstairs for a little bit, but I won't leave the house. You relax here for a while and I'll be back down after lunchtime."

"O-okay. Master. What if I fall sleep?"

"You think you'll sleep tied up like this?"

"Maybe."

"Well if you do you do. See you in a bit."

"Hehehe, nice joke, master! See you in a bit and I'm blindfolded. I get it!"

Alexander headed back upstairs to watch a little tele and get himself an early lunch. And he'd give calling he father another try.

After a few more hours and a couple unsuccessful attempts to reach his father, Alexander returned to his slaveboy in the basement.

"Okay Dakota now for your next lesson… ready?"

"Ready."

Unseen by the blindfolded slave the seventeen-year-old master lowered his shorts again and positioned himself at the top of the bed above Dakota's head and lowered himself down over the slave's face.

When he felt his nether region meet Dakota's nose and mouth the slaveboy jumped in surprise. Jumped as best he could that is being tied in a spread eagle position.

"Dakota, this is called rimming, I want you to find my hole with your tongue and lick it good."

Dakota was a bit more timid about this activity then he had been about licking his master's feet, but ever obedient he pushed the tip of his pink soft tongue out and searched blindly for his master's sphincter.

"Yeah, that's it, there you are…"

Dakota continued to lick, little tiny licks like a puppy lapping up water.

"A little harder now, I want to feel it…" Alexander instructed.

He did as he was told and found that it wasn't completely unpleasant, there was no taste as he had imagined. Alexander had made sure he was well cleaned before this activity. He had no wish to gross out Dakota.

Dakota was now raising his head off the bed to better reach and lick his master's rosebud with his tongue. When his neck muscles need a rest he lowered his head back to the bed, took a deep breath and said, "I feel like I'm panting with my tongue, master."

"You're doing fine. This feels great. Keep working."

And Dakota set back to his task.

A few moments on and Alexander figured it was time for the next level of this particular activity.

"Dakota, now I want you to put your tongue inside me, stick the tip right in and push as hard as you can."

Without a word Dakota tried to obey. It took a few tries and for him to be able to figure out how to stiffen his tongue enough to get it passed his master's anal ring, but he managed to do it eventually. Of course all his efforts just continued to delight his master until it was in and then Alexander was in anal pleasure heaven. Alexander actually cooed.

"In and out, boy, that's it."

Dakota was effective tongue fucking his master now, Alexander was hard once more and his cock was proudly sticking out in front him throbbing in time with his excited heart beat. His glistening cock tip was dripping little bit of precum on Dakota's chest adding to the dried cum from that morning.

Alexander shifted his potion pulling back a little placing his balls directly over Dakota's mouth.

"Suck them in and play with them with your tongue."

Dakota quickly did as ordered his cheeks swelled up with the two nuts now filling his mouth. He found each one in turn and gently licked and played with them inside their skin sack.

"Oh my God, Dakota you have no clue how great this feels!"

"Mmmmphhhmm." Was all the response he got from his busy slaveboy.

Dakota, letting his imagination go and improvising as best he could began to enjoy his work and playfully sucked on the whole sack, then popped one ball out of his mouth while holding the other in and sucking it down harder stretching it from his master's body all the while licking and caressing it with his warm wet, and quickly becoming an expert, tongue. Then he would suck both nuts back into his mouth and pop the first out and repeat. Then suck both back in again and suck hard and wild as his tongue danced over and over his master's lose nut sack.

Alexander was groaning with a pleasure he had never known.

Without saying a word he moved back a bit more pulling his nuts from his slave's mouth and Dakota without being told sucked in the tip of his master's cock into his mouth.

He suctioned it like a Hoover. Alexander needed no encouragement.

Both boys where lost in their lust.

Alexander pumped his hips. His cock pushed farther into the young boy's mouth.

Dakota sealed his lips tight around the invading cock.

Alexander pushed harder.

Dakota, an experienced cocksucker, let the tip slip into his throat.

Alexander pulled back and then quickly pushed in again.

Dakota let his head rest on the bed as Alexander began to face fuck him.

"This is new…" Dakota thought as his mouth was being pummeled by his master.

He had to time his breathing for the nanosecond of time when Alexander pulled back but before he reinserted to the hilt.

Dakota could feel his master's light crotch hair brush against his face. His master's balls covered his nose making it harder to time his breathing.

"Arrggh." Screamed Alexander as he pulled his member from the mouth working it. He quickly grabbed hold of his raging cock and pumped it as he shot his seed all over the front of his slaveboy for the second time that day.

"FUCK." He shouted as his cum ended.

Without a word he stuck his cock back into Dakota's panting mouth and Dakota licked it clean. Smacking his lips as the now sensitive cock was pulled out.

"Don't say a word, Dakota. Complete silence." Alexander ordered after he came a bit back down to earth.

Alexander went into Dakota's bathroom and turned on the hot water tap and rinsed a white wash cloth under the flowing water, grabbed a dry hand towel and returned to his waiting, but very gooey slaveboy.

He gently and gingerly began to clean Dakota's skin with the warm cloth. Taking his time and making sure he got it all off. He returned to the sink a couple times to rinse and re-warm the cloth.

Once satisfied his boy was clean he rubbed the towel over the damp skin to dry him. Dakota couldn't help but jiggle and giggle as the rubbing towel tickled him.

Alexander dropped the towel to the floor and set about tickling Dakota properly.

He attacked his ribs and under his arms. Gently but ruthlessly he dug his fingers into the helpless slave.

After several minutes, and eternity to the tickled tortured slaveboy, Alexander traced his fingers down the front of Dakota's chest and when he reached his stomach he accidently discovered that Dakota's belly button was ultra ticklish. Then set about attacking the boy without mercy.

Dakota wailed with laughter and if not blindfolded tears would have rolled from his eyes.

The boy shook and bucked in his bondage. The ropes straining to keep him secured to the bed.

Alexander kept at it switching between his belly button and the sides of Dakota's ribs.

Just when Dakota thought he would pass out from his suffering Alexander stopped his torture.

Dakota dropped back to the bed. He breathed in and out hard.

Panting heavily.

His hair was wildly tossed and sweat matted to his forehead.

Sweat beaded on his chest as it rose and fell rapidly.

Alexander leaned over and quickly kissed Dakota on the tip of his nose. He whispered into his left ear.

"Are you okay, Dakota?"

Dakota only nodded yes.

Chapter 6

Later that Sunday afternoon Dakota was lying on his bed with his ankle chained to the bedrail and of course wearing his silver chastity device locked around his twelve year old cock. His hands were untied and resting on his bare chest.

Alexander was allowing him to relax after his wonderful sexual performance of the morning and also allowing the slave's brain is rest from its first few days of all-day-long studying of school lessons. The homework could continue tomorrow.

Dakota lay on his bed extremely bored. He didn't like being alone all that much and with nothing to do in the middle of the day with the room lights still on he wasn't a happy slaveboy at the moment. Alexander didn't even leave a book within reach to Dakota could read. He tried to doze off a couple times, but he just wasn't sleepy and he found it difficult to sleep if not tied up.

Alexander was upstairs watching some tele in the family room while his mother worked in her office, she would be traveling to the capitol on Tuesday morning to take up legislative matters there.

Alexander was wearing a pair of shorts and polo style shirt, barefoot and was sprawled out on the couch vegetating while watching the mindless show on the Sunday afternoon telecast. He was about to doze off himself when…

"Alexander come here," his mother called out, "Your father's on the line!"

"Dad, he's finally called?" he jumped up from the couch and darted to his mother's office.

On her computer screen was an open window showing a pixilated face of Ryan Brooks.

"Dad! Where have you been? Alexander shouted at the computer screen.

"Whoa there sparky! No need to shout. I can hear you just fine. I finally got to a town with a decent connection to the 'net so I could call you guys." He dad smiled from ear to ear at seeing his only son for the first time in several days.

"Why didn't you call us before?" Alexander asked.

"My cell phone couldn't get a signal, been out in the center of nowhere for days looking at little villages and the new slave processing centers the Chinese government is setting up to produce slaves from the outer provinces and from the interior of Tibet. Most of the time I was hemmed in by mountains and the people are so isolated from the rest of the country they just didn't have cell towers or 'net connections. I couldn't call or send email or anything. It's like it's the eighteenth century in some of these little villages. A real bother too, my email in box must be over flowing! I'm not looking forward to that."

"So how's it going, dad?" Alexander asked.

"Well, son I don't have a lot of time. The government keeps public 'net access limited, even for diplomats. I've explained it all to your mother; she can fill you in on the details. Short version is that with the opening up of these new areas to slavery the world will have a new supply of slaves, boys and girls and men and women. The crops of slave that Tibet alone can produce will be vast and offer a lot of new possibilities for the economies of the developed world."

"Sounds like a lot of work Dad." Alexander said.

"Yes it is, but that's my job to see that the exporting of slaves is handled properly within international treaties. So far all is fine, they are doing a top job getting the slaves processed, trained and ready for the international market. And don't worry about me, the Chinese government has provided me with a couple slaves to help with my work. A women who does all my secretarial work and a seven year old Tibetan boy as my personal slave. I think they want to impress me by showing me directly how well the slaves can work."

"Sounds cool." Alexander replied. "I can't wait to see the pictures from over there. I hear Tibet is beautiful."

"It is Alexander. I've taken a ton of pictures for you too. I should be home in about a week, give or take. I still have a couple more villages to visit and one more slave processing center to evaluate and approve before I can fly back to Tokyo and then on home…" just then a red light began flashing in the corner of his communication window and a beeping noise started on the line, "Oh, damn there's the time limit, I've got about thirty seconds before auto-disconnect. So we'd better say goodbye now. Not sure when I'll be able to call again, heading back out into the immeasurable wilderness tomorrow."

"Oh, that was so short! Bye-bye dad, see you soon!" Alexander said goodbye.

"See you soon, honey." Emma told her husband.

"Love you guys, say hello to Dakota for me Alexander, tell him I sorry I missed him on this call, but your mom explained his grounding to me. Love you both! Be home soo..." And with that the connection went black.

"Wow finally. But it was so short, that sucked." Alexander complained.

"Watch your language young man, your mother's in the room."

"Sorry, mom. So what's the deal with all these new slaves? I thought dad was just on a routine visit for the UN?"

"He needed to keep it all kinda quiet until he could examine the centers personally. China wants to enter the international slave markets more aggressively. So they have expanded their acquisition and processing of slaves from their outer provinces and from the Tibet plateau. Until now they have only used a small percentage of slaves from these areas of their country within their own borders. The small number of slaves they exported where from the orphanages and criminal classes from their larger more developed cities. I guess they are worried about over population, they are getting near seven-hundred million citizens, and more than that if you add in their slaves."

"Oh. But dad said something about the economy being benefitted by this? I don't understand that."

"Well, you may not realize this but since the government took control of the slave markets here in BA the source for slaves has slowly dwindled. We basically took over a few billion pound a year industry and shut out the private sector. It was a big mess but the government eventually muddled through it. However the government shouldn't be in business, regulate it yes, but not operating it. Anyway our economy took a hit; it survived but never really fully recovered. The more liberal anti-slave factions took the shutting down of private slave sales as a victory and saw it as a first step for the elimination of slavery all together.

"But now that things are turning downward again with the worldwide economy and credit crunch we need to stimulate the economy. That's the focus of the bills we need to pass in parliament. I've been working on the Slavery Expansion Act.

"The PM wants to open up a number of government licenses for private slave sales again. The selling and buying of slaves will potentially pump millions of pounds into our economy in the first year. But with limited slaves available in BA we need outside sources for quick sale. China is offering that supply, but we need to make sure that the slaves meet our standards for training and health."

"So that's what this law will be? To allow these Chinese slaves to be sold here by others than the government?" Alexander asked.

"That's the main focus, yes, to ease the importing on UN approved slaves but secondary is to increase our domestic supply."

"Increase our own supply? How?"

"Several things are being considered. One is to once again make all children of slave mothers slaves for life. That will increase the breeding of domestic slaves, as there's more profit in selling a young slave for life rather then for a set number of years. Two is to begin selling licenses to slave dealers for the buying and selling of slaves to and from the general public and allow private dealers to tap into government sources for slaves. Another is to allow the private sale of class two slaves without court approval and the sale for profit of class three as well. Another is to increase the population of young slaves from free children by making it easier for the law to punish anti-social behaviors. And most controversial to the anti-slave lobby is again allowing parents to enslave their own children for their use or to sell if they need the money."

"Anti-Social Behaviors?"

"For example: if a group of teens if playing loud music on the street or someone is caught spraying graffiti on a wall, the police can issue a Writ of Anti-Social Behavior. The offender was caught in the act so there is no trial, they are guilty. If they get a second writ within the next six months then they are arrested and taken before a judge for a ruling. Some of them will become class two slaves at best, the rest class three."

"Wow, that's some major changes. Will it all pass?"

"We think so, we have the votes to get it passed, but we need to word the legislation in such a way that it will be acceptable to the public as the opposition will attack and demonize it."

"Packaged for presentation, right." Alexander added.

"Yes, but once people see the increase in slave supply and the improvement to the economy and their own bank accounts this law can bring them, it will be very hard to reverse. But large scale economic improvements will take a year or year and a half and we need to stay in power during that time to make sure the loyal opposition and groups like P.E.T.S. can't overturn the law and undo all our efforts."

"Um, so if this law passes I could potently sell Dakota for profit?"

"Yes."

"Wait a second! I'm still under age eighteen. You could sell me into slavery, couldn't you?"

"Yes, dear we could," she replied coldly.

"That's so not fair! I haven't done anything wrong I couldn't be made a slave," Alexander protested.

"Dakota didn't do anything wrong either," Emma replied. "He was just unlucky enough to become an orphan at age five when his parents died in that car wreck."

"That's different!"

"It is? Is it really so different?"

"Of course it is, and you know it."

"I don't think Dakota would feel that way. But not to worry, he has no say in the matter and you have nothing to worry about Alexander. Your father and I would never sell you, you should know that."

"Well thank you!" he replied sarcastically and stormed out of the room and up to his bedroom.

"You're welcome, but if you keep up the bad attitude young mister I might just reconsider," she shouted after him jokingly.

Two weeks later…

Dakota was performing one of his new duties in the house, making tea for the family. Now that Ryan Brooks, Alexander's father was home and Alexander was out of school for the summer they sat down for afternoon tea at least a couple times a week. If Emma was home she would join her men at the table, but her time was spent in her government offices either locally or in the capitol. Parliament was still debating the Slavery Expansion Act of 2008; they hoped to get it passed and in effect before the autumn bank holidays. That way slaves could be on sale by private dealers by Christmas.

Dakota had become quite good at making and presenting the afternoon tea. He learned to pre-heat the serving pot, how much loose tea to put in the tea pot, that the water should be heated in a copper kettle on the stove, what to serve with what tea, milk or lemon; and how to arrange the biscuits on the plate so they where attractive to his master and his father.

A lot had changed in the past fortnight in the Brooks' household. Dakota was once again seen upstairs and could be found much more in Alexander's room as the two engaged in more sexual acts with Dakota always the passive partner, Alexander maintaining his superiority of slave master. Dakota was nearly constantly plugged to get him ready for anal sex with his master. Something Dakota had gotten used to, but hadn't learned to enjoy yet as the size of the plugs increased every couple of days.

But the biggest change to the household was the addition of the little Tibetan boy. The same boy the Chinese government had loaned to Ryan during his time in their country. At the end of his visit they presented the slaveboy as a present to the diplomat. A transparent attempt by the Chinese to gain favor but appreciated none the less. Ryan had grown a little attached to he boy during his time in China.

The boy was small for his age, less than 120 centimeters [4 feet], and Ryan found his slightly brownish skin exotic. The boy had shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. Brown nipples and areolas and small feet, which had been constantly bare since Ryan met the child.

He was thin as a rail and looked quite frail, but proved to be rather robust as he carried the adult's suitcases from place to place. He would grab one large case in his little hands and lift, the strain showed on his face, and then scramble and stumble along with it, set it down properly then run to grab the next and repeat.

In China the boy only wore a simple leather loin cloth and riveted collar around his neck listing his slave number. Back in British America he was wearing a hand-me-down pair of Dakota's slaveboy shorts. The shorts were very tight on the small seven-year-old boy. The slave collar was removed in China when he was presented as a gift.

The boy spoke and understood enough English to communicate and comprehend his orders well enough, but he was far from being fluent and sometimes the more subtle things had to be explained to him in detail. A lot of the items taken for granted in everyday life in BA were new and exciting to the boy. But being well trained he never touched anything without permission.

The boy was a little shy too. He stuck next to Ryan like glue. So much so that Ryan had to lock a collar on the boy with a chain leash so he could fasten the boy in place while he went around the house without his shadow slowing him down.

The boy obviously looked up to Alexander and the slave Dakota as well. It was explained to him that Dakota was a slaveboy too and that he was Alexander's property while the boy himself was Ryan's property. The little boy showed signs of wanting to get to be Dakota's friend. The family guessed it was because they were the closest in age and both of them being slaveboys allowed them to have a special bond in the boy's mind. However other than a few words of instruction from Dakota to the boy the slaves had little actual contact. The boy was also kept separate from Dakota at night. Dakota would spend the night in his own room alone chained to his bed or tied up on the floor in Alexander's room. The little Tibetan would spend the night naked inside a small cage in Ryan's large walk-in closet.

Out of earshot of either slaveboy the two Brooks men had discussed the two slave situation and what to do about it. Dakota seemed a little quiet and unsure of how to act around the boy; while the littler slave's eyes lit up with excitement anytime the older slave was with him.

While in China Ryan called the boy by his Tibetan name, Tashi. But once back in British America he changed the boy's name to Dassa, the Sanskrit word for slave. While it wasn't in original Tibetan, it was close enough to the region for Ryan's purposes and besides, the boy was no longer a Tibetan, he was a simple slaveboy. And the Brooks family liked the idea of their two slaveboys having similar names: Dakota and Dassa.

Dakota had allowed enough time for the tea to steep and had served it to the freemen at the kitchen table, along with the biscuits and small pastries from the icebox. He stood next to Alexander with his head down and his hands clasped together in the small of his back just waiting for additional orders. Dassa was kneeling on the floor, like a little lost puppy, next to Ryan while his leash was in Ryan's right hand. The little slaveboy's eyes where transfixed on the naked Dakota's locked up cock.

"Thank you, Dakota," Alexander said, "Everything looks great as usual."

"Thank you Master," Dakota replied bowing slightly at the waist.

Father and son took their first slip of tea.

"Dakota, with Alexander's permission, I want you to take Dassa to your room and close the door so Alexander and I can be alone for a while," Ryan broke the brief silence.

Dakota looked to his master for approval. Alexander nodded.

Dakota walked over to Ryan and was handed the chain leash. Dassa stood up and Dakota began walking without a word to the little boy. The little one followed obediently.

"Dakota, show Dassa your fish and your books and you have permission to talk. The two of you get to know each other a little better," Ryan said as the pair left the room.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Dakota replied.

Dassa smiled from ear to ear. It took a little nudge from Dakota's elbow into his ribs for the boy to think and add, "Thank you, Master," and bow a bit as he'd been taught to do.

"There, now that the boys are out of ear shot. I think we should talk a little, son."

"Okay, what about?"

"Our slaves. I think they need to be friends if they are to live in harmony in the house together."

"You've decided you're going to keep him?"

"I think so, he is a little cutie and so obedient and you've seen how much he looks up to you and to Dakota. I think its cute how he's so fascinated by Dakota's chastity device. And by the time your mother passes the law allowing me to sell him for profit I'd be way too attached to the little thing to let him go."

"This is the first time Dassa's been to Dakota's room. That should get things started. I'm not sure how Dakota feels about him though. He's so quiet on the matter."

"Dakota is your slave, does it matter how he feels?"

"Yes, to me it does."

"Good, I'd hope you would answer that way. Look, son, Dakota is very friendly, I think once he knows that Dassa isn't any kind of a threat or challenge to his position with you the two can be great friends and Dakota can teach him a lot about being a slave to and in this family."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Let Dassa sleep a few nights with Dakota. Let them play and learn together. And if you think Dakota deserves it let Dassa suck on his cock for him."

"Wow, Uhm, ok. Bet Dakota would really love to have his first blowjob!" Alexander laughed.

"Alexander, I have to go to New York for a few days, I'm gunna leave tomorrow afternoon. I want you to take care of Dassa for me. I am thinking of making him a little puppy boy. I've always wanted a dog, but with your mother's allergy... Anyway you can start his training for me if you want. Or you could train both of them together."

"Ok I'll look after the little ankle biter, can I tie him up?"

"While he's under you supervision, you can do whatever you want with him, just remember he belongs to me and you have to give him back when I get home." It was Ryan's turn to laugh.

"Yeah, I will, dad. Believe me, Dakota is enough to handle, I don't really want another slave!"

The two finished their tea making minor conversation and enjoying the biscuits and pastries.

Meanwhile in the basement slaveboy's bedroom…

"This room is provided by my master and his family, they allow me to use it as a bedroom. And my master or sir or ma'am can come in at anytime," Dakota said.

The subtle difference between Dakota having his own private bedroom and just having a room to be stored away in was lost on the young Dassa.

"That is neat fish, he is you pet?"

"I am allowed to have a pet by my master, yes. Thanks for saying he's neat."

"And you bed there? You get to sleep in bed?"

"Most nights."

"Why there a chain on you bed?" the little boy asked picking up and examining the metal chain and ankle shackle attached to the bed frame.

"Master Alexander secures me to the bed at night, and most nights he ties my wrists too."

"You get tied up?" the little boy asked in astonishment.

Dakota hadn't heard the boy talk so much. The excitement of being alone with Dakota and being allowed to talk to him was too much for the boy and his natural curiosity bubbled to the surface.

"Of course I do," Dakota answered.

"China govnment used to tie us boys up in processing center. They keep boy and girl apart. They tie us to chair for teaching us to be slaves and if we got, no, if we be bad boys, punishment you know. But I not been tied since I left there."

"Was it hard on you being trained that way?"

"Hard? Yes chair was very hard. Made of wood."

"No, that's not what I meant. Forget it, Dassa. When I was in the slave orphanage they didn't do things like that, sometime they might handcuff our hands behind us just to keep us from getting in trouble." Dakota placed his hands behind him with wrists together to show the little boy how he was restrained as a child. "They didn't tie us to hard chairs though."

"Ah, things different here."

"I guess so. Dassa, how come you're a slaveboy?"

"I slave because China say I'm slave." The little boy explained to Dakota like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No, no. I am asking the reason you're a slave. I'm a slave because I was an orphan, I had no family and the court made me a slave so a family, like this, would adopt me."

"My mother, she say something against China govnment. They not like and arrest her, they then come and tell me she gone and I was now slave. They take me away to processing center for to train me."

"Ok I get it."

"Dakota, what that thing on your for?" He stood in front of Dakota and pointed at the cage encasing his cock. "And why you naked?"

"This is called a chastity cage. It keeps my cock from getting hard. As a slave I'm not allowed to have it hard. And I'm naked because I'm being punished, I not allowed to wear anything when I'm punished, I also can't go outside of the house for another month and a half."

"So what those things over there?" the little naïve slaveboy pointed to some of the newest additions to the slave's room.

"Those things, yeah. Well those things are the things that Master Alexander puts me into or uses on me when he wants to do certain things to me. This is called a stock, my neck goes in here and one wrist here and another here. This thing here is screwed to the wall tight to he can lock my collar or my wrists to it so I can't walk around. This is a cage obviously, sometimes I have to sleep in it."

"I sleep in cage in Master Ryan's closet each night." The little boy interrupted. "What that thing?"

"That's called a Saint Andrew's cross." Dakota stood up in front of it and spread eagle himself to show the boy how he would be tied to it."

"Its just right size for you, too big for me," Dassa said.

"It was made so I'd fit on it."

Then Dassa spotted the soccer ball under Dakota's bed.

"You play football?" he asked running over to the ball and grabbing it in both hands.

"Here we call it soccer, and yeah I like to kick the ball around with Master Alexander in the backyard when I can. A couple times during the spring or summer I get to play with him and his friends in the park. It's a lot of fun but sometimes the other boys are kinda brutal on me because I'm a slaveboy."

"In old life my friend and I we play all the time. Foot… soccer very big in where I come from." He dropped the ball to his feet and kicked it gently over to Dakota.

Dakota kicked it back to the boy who took control of it with his foot and ran it across to the far side of the room. Who then kicked it to Dakota who himself had moved position to another part of the room.

Dassa ran with the ball bouncing off his foot and shuffled it under the bed. It slid under and out the other side.

"Goal." The little slave shouted forgetting for a moment he was a slave in his master's house.

"You're pretty good." Dakota said.

The two played with the soccer ball for several more minutes, each making a new goal under the bed back and forth. Both boys just being boys and becoming friends.

Alexander appeared at the cell door and watched the two for a few moments. Then opened the electronic lock and entered.

Dakota saw him and immediately stopped the ball with his foot. "Sorry master. We were just playing. I know we didn't have permission. I'm sorry it was my fault not Dassa's."

"It's ok, Dakota. Nice to see you two getting on so well."

"Thank you, Master."

"Dassa," Alexander said. "Master Ryan is going on a little trip and he has left me in charge of you until he returns. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So tonight you're going to spend the night here with Dakota and tomorrow I will start teaching you, along with Dakota's help, about being a good slaveboy to our family, just like Dakota."

The little boy's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really, sir, I stay with Dakota now?"

"Yes," Alexander ruffled the boy's hair, "but just for a couple days, as soon as your master gets back you go back to him."

"Yes, sir, I understand, Sir. I be good for you and for Dakota."

"Do you have any questions, Dassa?" Alexander asked.

"Questions, sir? Slaves don't ask questions of his masters." His training kicked in.

"In this house, Dassa. If someone asks you if you have a question or what you think you're allowed to ask or to tell them, okay?"

Dassa looked warily at Dakota as if to ask if this was true. Dakota nodded.

"I'm sorry sir, I one time asked question in processing place and got punish for it."

"Its okay, Dassa," Alexander grabbed the little slave around the hips and turned him so they looked each other eye to eye. "Go ahead, do you have a question."

"Sir, Dakota say you sometimes tie him. Will I get tied also?"

"Yes you will, if you're so interested in it, I think I'll tie you now. Get up on the bed and lay down on your back." Alexander ordered.

Dassa obeyed.

"Dakota, back up against the Saint Andrew's," he ordered his own slave. Dakota knew the position he was expected to take and stood spread eagle while Alexander went and got the wrist and ankle cuffs recently sent over from Slaves R Us. He wrapped them around Dakota and clicked them shut. They would only come off with a special key Alexander kept in his bedroom. Then he took small padlocks and secured Dakota at four points to the cross. Dakota was immobile. Alexander then added a ball gag into Dakota's mouth for good measure.

"Okay Dassa now it's your turn."

Alexander took a couple pieces of rope and bound the slave's wrists together in front of him and then his ankles and knees. Then took the bound slave's wrists and swung them over his head and tied them to the metal bed frame. Alexander then stood next to the little boy and took hold of the shorts' waistband and popped out his little hairless cock, snapping the elastic under his tiny balls. Then worked on the cocklette to get it hard. Up and down and a little twisting here and there.

Once hard he took a thin piece of rope and gently wrapped the boy's cock and balls tying a neat bow in the rope at the top of his cock.

"There, looks like a nice little present." He said admiring his handiwork. "That's not pinching you anywhere is it, Dassa?"

"No, sir."

"Good. Now, Dakota has a gag in, but I'm not gunna gag you, but you're not allowed to talk or make any noise. I'm going to go back up stairs and leave you both here alone for a while."

Dassa got a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry little one, I'll be back and I'll keep my eye on you with the camera up on the wall there."

Alexander left and locked the door again and instead of completely turning off the lights he only dimmed them. Taking into account that Dassa was very new to bondage and rather young he didn't want to be too hard on the boy, yet.

Back in the kitchen Ryan was putting the tea dishes in the sink for washing up later on by the two slaves.

"So, where's Dassa?" he asked

"He's tied to Dakota's bed." Alexander said matter of factly.

"And where's Dakota?"

"He's tied on the Saint Andrews, gagged too."

"You weren't too hard on the boys where you?"

"No, they where playing with the soccer ball when I went down. So I think they got the friend thing well in hand. And then Dassa asked about Dakota getting tied up and if he would get tied up too, so I thought, 'what the heck' no time like the present to get him used to it."

"Don't push him too far too fast, Alexander."

"Well you wanted them to bond." Alexander laughed at his silly joke. "Don't worry, dad. I won't. I'll let him out in a couple hours then see how good he is at blow jobs. Dakota's been an angel on his punishment and it's been a few weeks since he's, well, …"

"Had some relief?" His dad finished.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Been drained…" Ryan continued.

"Yeah ok, that's good."

"Alexander, Dakota is great and I love the boy, but he is just a slave, just like Dassa. You, as a master need to be able to say it. It's been a while since Dakota has cum."

"Alright, I know that, but it sounds so… so crude."

"Well you'll get used to it. I hope Dakota enjoys his first in his life sucking. I'm pretty sure Dassa had a little training on that duty by the Chinese."

"Well then Dakota will enjoy himself, won't he? I think I'll leave him locked to the cross and gagged the whole time too."

"That will really push him over the edge," Ryan noted.

"Yeah, it will. He really seems to like the being tied up stuff."

A couple hours later little Dassa found himself with his hands bound behind his back and tied off to his leather collar by the leash. He was kneeling, his ass on his heels, on the floor in front of Dakota. He was curious and watching Alexander as he unlocked and removed the silver cage that enclosed his cock. He left the solid cock ring on at the base of Dakota's package.

"Ok Dassa, start working on his cock. Make it last and make sure he enjoys it."

"Yes, Sir," was all Dassa said. He rose up on his knees and licked the tip of Dakota's freed cock before he suctioned the little flesh worm into his warm, wet seven-year-old mouth.

Dakota let out a very loud moan behind his ball gag, threw his head back and closed his eyes as his crotch exploded with bodily sexual pleasures he could have only imagined before.

Chapter 7

The next morning Alexander let the two slaveboys sleep in a bit. They had been put to bed together the night before after the two had been locked inside the bedroom all evening to play, talk and get to be friends.

Dakota's ankle was secured in its shackle and his hands where tied with an unusually large amount of rope and his cock cage was, of course, securely locked around his slaveboy cock. Dassa was also bound up for the night. His slim seven-year old wrists had been bound the same as Dakota's, with a large amount of rope. His equally slim ankles were also bound together. The boy had wiggled his little feet rubbing them together as Alexander tickled him unintentionally as he wound the ropes around and around and through each other to secure the boy. Alexander had also tied Dassa's knees together but with a bit less rope. Both boys were completely naked.

He then ordered Dakota onto his side and slid the littler slaveboy up the bed, right in front of Dakota. Being a bed made for the sleeping of a single slaveboy it was a tight fit. Dakota had even joked with his master that it's a good thing the new slave was a little guy or he's be hanging half way off his own bed.

Alexander then took a collar and locked it on Dakota's neck and another on Dassa's, both rather loosely and then took a small chain and attached them together linking the boys for the night.

During the night the two boys shifted and moved, but neither one had fallen off the bed, much to their relief considering they were attached by the neck to each other.

Dassa was now being held between Dakota's arms and Dakota pulled him against his stomach and chest in a sleeping embrace. The little Dassa was effectively locked in place by Dakota's bound wrists.

In the basement, in a windowless room, the two boys had no natural light to help wake them up with the new morning and the two slaveboys where still sound asleep when Alexander arrived at the door.

Neither boy woke up when he clicked open the cell door and turned on the lights, he managed to get all the way to the bed and sit down next to the bound boys and stroke Dakota's cheek to wake him up.

Dakota woke up with a start and instantly realized the situation. He jumped up so quick that he took the body of the little boy with him shaking him awake as well.

"Master! I am so sorry sir. I didn't hear you come in. I have no excuse, Master. I apolo…"

Alexander stopped him mid sentence, "Its okay Dakota. You're not in trouble. Relax."

During all this Dassa was fighting to regain his balance in the arms of Dakota. Unfamiliar with the level of bondage he was in he was having a little trouble swinging his legs around to get control over his body. He looked like a little brown fish flopping around on dry land.

Dakota took control of the little guy's panic and grabbed hold of him and pulled him close to help him relax and not fall off the bed.

"Thanks you, Dakota." Dassa finally said when he realized he was safe, the little boy noticed Alexander sitting there silently. And instantly his training kicked in. "Sorry, Sir!" the little boy practically shouted. "Please punish me as you see fit for my error, Sir!"

"What, punish you, why, what have you done?"

"Sir, I not notice you and I speak to a slave before I speak to you."

"Dassa, that's not a crime."

The little boy was in near hysterics now. The two weeks of culture shock, the day spent with Dakota and the tight and new bondage experience had finally pushed him to the edge and he reverted back to the training brutally instilled into him in China.

"Sir, I need punished, Sir. This slave had dis-bayed lessons. Sir, please."

Alexander placed his hand on the boy's head to pet and comfort him, "Dassa, that's not a punishable offence, you were asleep how could you have known?"

"Sir, sleeping is not an excuse for slave's badness."

"Wow the Chinese really did a number on you, didn't they? Dassa, I am in charge of you, so what I say is right, isn't that so?"

"Yes, Sir." The boy was visibly trembling in Dakota's arms now afraid of the punishment he himself had begged for.

"Then when I say you're not in trouble then that is the truth isn't it? And you should listen to me isn't that right?"

Clearly confused now the little boy stammered out, "Yes Sir, but…"

"There is no but, Dassa. I said you're not in trouble, so that's that."

Alexander began untying Dakota's wrists but Dakota spoke up, "Master, if I may, you might want to untie Dassa first, he might relax a bit."

"Good idea, Dakota." Alexander smiled and winked at his slaveboy.

Alexander started with the ropes binding the little ankles together and as he unwound them he tickled the little boy's feet and toes getting a little giggle from the boy every once and while.

He then untied Dassa's knees and wrists and told the boy to stand to the side as he unbound Dakota.

"Dakota, take Dassa into the bathroom and take a shower with him, get him to brush his teeth and get all cleaned up and be back out here in twenty minutes, okay?"

"Yes, Master, thank you."

Alexander whispered in his slaveboy's ear, "Oh and Dakota, please explain to him that he's really not in trouble and can calm down."

Dakota nodded.

Dakota took the little boy's hand and led him into the bathroom. Dakota could still feel the little boy trembling as they walked across the room.

Dakota started up the shower and as it heated up he got two large soft and fluffy snow-white towels out of the linen closet. "Dassa, feel this." Dakota said.

The little boy reached out and felt the soft terry cloth of the cotton towel and he stopped shaking and smiled.

"So soft. They are for Master?" he asked.

"No silly, they are for us for after we shower – to dry off with."

"You're master a very nice man."

"Yes he is, and so is yours. Things are different here Dassa, you don't have to afraid all the time, okay?"

"Okay, Dakota I try. For you."

"Good, now remember I will always be here. We might not be together all the time, but if you need me, and if you ask your Master for permission, you might be able to see me when you need to talk to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think so. If I need you – I can just ask?"

"Yes, its that simple Dassa, you might not get permission to do it, but you won't be punished for asking."

"O… okay."

Dakota hugged the little boy. "Come on little guy the water's nice and warm, let's get cleaned up!"

And the two of them jumped into the shower together. Dakota stood toward the back of the shower while the littler Dassa was in front on him closest to the running water.

In no time at all the boy's skin was wet from head to toe and his hair was thoroughly soaked. Dassa loved the warm running water over his entire body and just stood there facing the running water taking it full on in the face.

Dakota just watched the boy for a moment the way the little rivulets of water trickled down his back and over the small mounds of this ass down the back of his legs and off his little feet. But being on a time limit he had to get the little boy moving.

The older slaveboy picked up the soap from the dish and handed it to the little slave. Dakota expected the boy to begin to clean himself with it and then he himself would wash, he'd administer the required enemas, and their shower would be done. But instead Dassa turned around to face Dakota and kneeled down and started washing Dakota with the soap.

"Wh… what are you doing, Dassa?" Dakota asked.

"I wash you, yes. I was taught when I was in the shower, other go first."

"Well maybe with your master but you don't need to wash another slave first." Dakota instructed the boy hoping he would see the difference.

"Oh I sorry, Dakota. I should stop now?" All the while he was rubbing the soap all over Dakota's feet and legs.

"Uhm… well… you have already started washing you might as well finish and then I'll wash you up, okay?"

"Sounds okay!" and the little boy moved up to Dakota's thighs rubbing with both hands.

He reached through Dakota's legs and ran a soapy hand in between Dakota's ass crack finding his rose bud, wrapped around the butt plug that was installed in Dakota's ass full time, and paying particular attention to getting it clean.

He quickly moved on from there however as he had a job to do and was not serving as a pleasure slave in this shower. He was a little confounded by the cock cage. He hesitated in touching it not sure how to wash Dakota's cock while it was locked up tight.

Dakota showed the little slave how to work around the metal bars and how to lift and move it from side to side to get underneath clean without hurting his cock in the process.

Dassa's little soap covered fingers threaded themselves through the silver bars of Dakota's cock cage and tickled the older slave's cock. Dakota could feel himself inflating. Dassa saw his friend's cock getting bigger and stopped his washing hoping the swelling would stop.

"You think Master Ryan put cage on me, Dakota?" Dassa asked.

"I don't know, you're pretty small yet I just got mine put on a few weeks ago so if he does it might not be for a while."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, it itches a little."

"But it hurt going on"?

"Well… it didn't really hurt getting it put on, but until I learned to control myself it would hurt when I got hard."

"Oh because of the metal pressing it hard?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know if I want cage on me, Dakota."

Dakota giggled. "You don't have a choice little guy, if your master wants one on you you'll have to have it. Its not all that bad, you get used to it."

Dakota quickly washed his own hair as the little boy couldn't reach the taller slave's head and then set to washing the little boy in the shower with him. He had the little slave sit down on the shower floor and carefully washed the little soles and between the toes of the brown skinned slaveboy. He tickled the little guy playfully and they both giggled at their playfulness. He then had Dassa stand and Dakota washed the little cocklet between Dassa's legs.

'I wonder what having such a little cock to suck on would be like…' Dakota wondered. He flicked the end of the little worm with his finger pretending to wash it and it instantly got hard and stood proud from the little slaveboy. Dassa smiled and giggled some more.

Dakota then told Dassa to turn around and bend over. He did and Dakota washed his ass very well and then took the enema nozzle from the showerhead and pushed it against the little asshole in front of him.

"Take a deep breath, Dassa, I have to wash you out inside too."

Dassa had had enemas at the Chinese slave center but hated them all and knew he wouldn't like this one. But instead of an uncaring bureaucrat administering the washing out it was his new friend Dakota and he could trust him to be gentle.

Dassa moaned and cringed as the warm water slowly entered his ass and filled him up, Dakota didn't overfill the little boy but used just enough water so he could feel it and to help his body clean itself out.

Almost as soon as it started it ended. "Stand up Dassa and I'll do your hair."

"Dakota my tummy feels all full now."

"It's supposed to," Dakota said as he quickly washed his hair with the fruit scented shampoo. "Can you hold it in for a couple minutes?"

"I try too, okay."

"Good boy." Dakota smiled.

Dakota moved the little boy back under the showerhead and rinsed him off and then told him to step out of the shower and sit down on the toilet and let the water out.

"I have to do one to myself too, so you go first while I get clean inside just like you." Dakota instructed.

Dassa sat down and released the little bit of water he was holding into the toilet and breathed a sigh of relief as the cramping stopped. He quickly expelled the water and was done, he stood up and washed his backside and flushed the toilet.

Dakota screamed as the shower water turned instantly hot as the cold water was diverted to the toilet.

"What, you okay, Dakota?" the scared little boy asked looking behind the shower curtain.

"I'm okay its just when you flushed the toilet the shower turned hot for a minute."

"Really? I am sorry. I did not know that."

"It's okay, just remember that next time and never flush while someone is in the shower."

"Okay I 'member."

"Are you done, Dassa?" Dakota asked

"Yes, Dakota, I all finished."

Dakota shut off the shower and exited with his cleaned plug in one hand. With his free hand he handed Dassa one of the towels and told him to dry himself off. The little boy started with drying his feet first as his wet hair continued to drip all over him and the bathroom floor.

Dakota giggled at the little boy's lack of experience. He wondered if he was as uncoordinated as the little slave when he was that age.

"Dassa, start with your hair and then move down your body to your toes, its works better that way, buddy."

"Oh, sorry, Dakota." He frowned figuring that this error would be reported to Alexander and he'd receive a punishment.

"Its okay little guy." Dakota attacked the boy's ribs with his fingertips when he had the towel over his head covering his face. Dassa was instantly sent into a fit of giggles and Dakota helped him dry himself off the rest of the way as the two teased each other with little jabs and pokes in the ribs.

"Dakota, you have to let out your water too, yes?"

"I can hold it in for a little bit, but I will in a minute." Dakota answered in the middle of drying himself off.

Dakota then showed the little slave where the toothbrushes were and the toothpaste and told him to brush his teeth. Dassa set to work brushing his teeth while Dakota, now fully dry sat down on the toilet to release his enema. Once he was done and had cleaned his backside with the baby wipes he lubed up his ass and the plug and quickly pushed it back inside himself. He had discovered the less time it was out the easier it was to get back in quickly and without pain.

Dakota then quickly brushed his teeth too, then brushed out his hair to get it neat for his master. He noticed that like most little boys Dassa hadn't even given a thought to combing his hair so to took the little boy by the hips, crouched down in front of him and brushed out his hair for him.

"There, all nice and cute for Master."

Dassa giggled, "Thanks, Dakota."

"You're welcome Dassa." And he touched the tip of Dassa's nose with his finger to signal he was done.

"We better get back out there." Dakota said.

"Okay. Uhm… Dakota…?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for being friend to me." The little boy looked up into the older slave's eyes as he said that and smiled.

"No problem little guy. Come on let's go, can't keep master waiting." And he ticked Dassa's ribs one last time.

Neither boy had any idea about what activities they would be subjected to this day. Such was the life of a slave, they lived from moment to moment and did as their masters told them.

At the same time the two boys were working to get clean in the bath Alexander went back into the basement hallway and brought in the box he had just picked up that morning at the slave outfitters. A special box that he had ordered online the night before and picked up from Angie that morning. She would bill the family for the purchases later.

He set the box on the slave's bed and sat back down to wait for the boys to return. He could hear the boys laughing and giggling over the sounds of the running water.

Soon it was the sounds of flushing toilets, towel drying and brushing of teeth, and he could hear them talking – but that ended quickly and both boys reappeared in front of Alexander. Dakota stood with his head slightly bowed and his hands behind his back. Dassa watched Dakota and quickly imitated the older slaveboy.

"Feel better now boys?" he asked.

"Yes, master." Dakota answered.

"And how's Dassa, all better little guy?"

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir. Dakota told me about being slave here and that he be there when I needed him."

"Good. Now Dassa, your master, Master Ryan wants to start training you as a special kind of slaveboy."

"Special kind?" the little slave asked.

"Yes, Dassa, you know what a puppy is don't you?"

"Yes sir, puppy is baby doggie." The boy replied proud with his growing understanding of English.

"Yes it is, Dassa, Master Ryan wants you to become his little puppy slaveboy. So we are going to start training you as a puppy starting today."

"Okay, yes Sir." He replied not having a clue what that actually meant to him.

"And to help you learn, and to make my life easier, Dakota will be training as a puppy too! Won't that be fun?"

"M… me, Master? You want me, I mean I'm to become to be a puppyboy?" Dakota asked in shock.

"Yes, for now. Is that a problem, Dakota?"

"N… no, master." He answered half-heartedly.

Alexander smiled and winked at Dakota. He had been lovingly teased by the quicker-witted Dakota often enough it was now time to tease his slaveboy back.

"First, both of you on your hands and knees," he ordered.

They obeyed and both boys where on their hands and knees looking up at Alexander.

"From this moment on until I say so there will be no talking. Puppies don't talk. There is to be no standing or sitting like a human. Your hands are be on the floor at all times and your knees or feet too. You will only communicate by barking. Dakota you will bark and Dassa you will yip, since you're the younger puppy and that way I can tell you apart if I am not looking at you. One bark means yes, two means no and you may bark three times if you have a problem of some kind you need to warm me about. You can also whine and whimper and growl and pant. But absolutely no talking for any reason without me telling you, you can talk first.

"Dassa, understand that talking or trying to stand up while a puppy will get you a punishment.

"Dakota, I want to hear you first. Let me know you understand these rules."

"Woof." Dakota relied. He did a good job trying to sound a little less human and more puppy-like.

Dakota being a slaveboy for five years had seen various puppyslaves in his life and was glad he wasn't one. With Alexander he was still human, still a boy, but that had suddenly changed and his emotions were running a little high with the confusion. He had no choice in the matter, he knew that, and the best he could do was hope that this wouldn't last long and he could return to the status quo soon.

"Now Dassa let me know you understand."

Dassa looked at Dakota quickly then back at Alexander, he could see the boy thinking about his response. But in a second he let out a quiet little, 'yip'.

"That's good Dassa," he patted the boy on his head, "but try saying, 'arf'." He instructed.

"Arf." He let out a little louder in his high-pitched little boy voice.

"Yes, that's better, good boys."

"Now since you both still look a little too much like little boys and not puppies I have these to help with your training."

He reached into the box and pulled out a set of fist mitts. "Dakota you first, give me a front paw." Alexander then pulled the mitt over his hand and pulled the strap tight around his wrist and clicked the lock in place. "Other paw, boy." And the procedure was repeated. Next was the spiked dog collar, which he also locked around Dakota's neck.

"Turn around Dakota."

Alexander then pulled out a butt plug with a long dog tail attached to it, Dakota facing the other way couldn't see but Dassa's eyes went wide as he watched. Alexander pulled out the plug currently up Dakota's ass and quickly pushed the slightly larger plug in place. Dakota whined as it went in and seated itself in place.

"Turn around now, boy. Lastly we have these," and he pulled out a set of floppy fur puppy ears, made to clip into Dakota's hair one on each side.

"There we go. Dassa doesn't Dakota look cute?"

"Arf."

"Okay your turn little one. Give me a paw."

Each hand was done the same as Dakota's as well as a collar around his neck, then he pulled a very small plug from the box with a short fur tail on its end and ordered Dassa to turn around.

Dakota saw this and knew it would hurt the boy going in despite its small size, "Woof, woof," and he looked pleadingly at Alexander.

"Sorry boy, but its gotta go in him," he replied to his newly minted puppyslave.

"Dassa you think you can take this inside you?" he held the little plug up to show the boy as he looked back over his shoulder.

Dassa swallowed hard, "Arf!" he was determined not to let his owners down and to be brave in front of his friend and fellow slaveboy Dakota. He presented his little butt to Alexander.

"Head down on your paws and relax." Alexander instructed him. He took a large amount of lubricant and applied it to the little slave's rosebud and to the little plug. The plug was no bigger then Alexander's finger and no thicker at its widest point. At the base it was very narrow so it could seat in place and not come out.

He slowly pushed the tip into Dassa's ass. Dassa wined and moaned as Alexander kept pushing the plug in slowly. As it reached its widest point the little boy made an non-human noise at the pain, and then it was all over. It had popped itself in place.

"Turn around now boy so I can do your ears."

Dassa obeyed.

"You did very well Dassa I'm proud of you." He patted the puppy's head. Dassa smiled.

"Dakota get behind Dassa and lick his ass a little to make him feel better."

Dakota took position behind the puppy and began to rim his ass around the plug tail that now closed it shut.

The ears for Dassa where short and pointed. Alexander clipped each one in place on the top of the little boy's head as Dakota continued to rim the little slave.

"Does you ass feel better now, Dassa?"

"Arf."

"Good, okay Dakota you can stop now. Dassa I think you should thank Dakota for trying to protect you from a little pain to making you feel better after. Go behind him and lick his ass the same way he did for you."

Without a sound Dassa crawled behind Dakota and stuck his nose into Dakota's ass crack and began licking and probing around Dakota's own tail plug lapping madly as he made his way around it in circles.

Dakota whimpered in pleasure. In less than twenty-four hours he had been on the receiving end of his first blowjob and now his first rimming. 'Maybe being a puppyslave won't be so bad after all,' he thought.

"Alright you puppies just stay put and Dassa you keep licking the older puppy until I say to stop. I'll be right back with your breakfast." Alexander finally said after watching the little slaveboy sex show for a while.

During his rimming Dakota's cock began to harden inside its tight silver cage which made him whimper and whine as a good puppy should do. Dassa just kept licking and slurping as he'd been ordered too. Dakota spread his knees apart as far as he comfortably could to allow Dassa easier access to his ass.

Upstairs Alexander was getting the puppyboy's breakfast ready. A puppy food-like nugget meal that had all the nutrients and vitamins a human boy needs. It looked just like puppy food any pet owner would buy in the grocery and it smelled just the same.

Alexander filled up two new bowls that came from the slave outfitters. They didn't have time to print the puppy's names on them, so Alexander just ordered a red one and green one for food and a blue one for water. The red would be Dakota's, the green Dassa's and the water bowl the boys would share.

He placed all three bowls on a tray and headed back to the slave bedroom. Just as he expected he found Dassa's face buried in Dakota's ass licking away. Dakota's face was a mix of pleasure and pain, pleasure from the warm, wet, velvety little boy tongue working the magic feeling on his anus and the pain shooting from his cock as it strained to break free of its metal prison.

"Ok, puppies, breakfast. Come and get it!" Alexander ordered.

Both boys scurried over on their leather-covered fists to their bowls of food. Alexander had lain them out with Dakota on the left and Dassa on the right with the water bowl in between them.

"Put your faces right in and lap it up just like little doggies, boys."

Both slaveboys were hungry and dove right into the meal of dry nuggets.

Dakota bit into the first one and to his surprise it tasted better then the slave porridge he was normally fed, but not as good as regular food he was allowed to have from time to time from his master's table.

Dassa just ate in silence. This was very much like he food he had been served in the Chinese slave training camp, served the same way the only difference was he was then allowed to use his hands. Now his tongue got more acrobatic practice as he used it to lift the food into his mouth as he chowed down.

After both boys had cleaned their bowls and had some water, Alexander ordered Dakota over to him. He unzipped the fly on his pair of shorts and pulled out his cock, pointed it a Dakota's mouth and waited. Dakota opened up and in it slid.

Dakota quickly sucked his master's cock into his mouth and buried his nose into his master's crotch. His tongue danced over the tip, under the glands and into and out of the piss slit. He withdrew and tightened his hold with his lips, all the while never lifting his hands and knees off the floor, Dassa just watched as the scene unfolded before him.

Alexander then took over and grabbed Dakota's head and began to fuck the soft slavepuppy mouth. His moved his hips front and back and his cock pistoned in and out of Dakota's mouth. Dakota was drooling now as he had no control over his mouth, tongue or lips. He had never been taken like this before and it took him a moment to adjust. Just as his tongue began to again lick Alexander's cock Alexander slowed down and carefully withdrew and inserted his cock back into the slavepuppy's mouth.

Alexander had never felt himself so hard. He had never taken this much control over his slave during a suck. Dakota had done all the work. Before he allowed the slave to bob up and down at his own pace. Now it was the pace Alexander set and Alexander liked the power it gave him and that made him hornier and harder he and slowed down so to could enjoy his rush of power.

"Dassa," Alexander ordered, "start licking my toes and feet as I face fuck this puppy."

"Arf."

And so the little puppy walked closer to his owner's son and lowered his face to Alexander's barefeet and began lapping and licking the teen's toes. Just as a puppy licking the face of his master Dassa licked Alexander's toes and up the top of his foot to his ankle, then around his ankle. Quick little in and out jabs with his tongue never letting it get dry, keeping it warm and wet. Then he'd move down the ankle toward the floor and along the side of his barefoot back to his little toe, then repeat and lick back up the other side licking the arch of his foot back to his big toe. Then he moved to the other foot and started all over.

Alexander was still holding Dakota's head and slowly face fucking the twelve-year old slavepuppy. His floppy puppy ears where flapping about. Dakota never felt more submissive then he did right now. He had never had so little control. No use of his hands. No right to stand up. Required to be on all fours in a submissive pose. No ability to move his head now held firm in his master's hands, and being slowly fed his master's cock, in and out and back and forth. He took little notice to the seven-year old slave below him licking his master's toes and feet. He was lost on his master's cock. He was happy.

Alexander could take the feelings to longer. The warm mouth he was raping. The power he felt over two slaves, the submissive willingness of Dakota to please his master. The warm velvet touch of Dassa mouth on his feet. He began to move his hips faster and harder and his cockhead pushed deeper into Dakota's mouth reaching the back of his mouth and then into his throat. He'd hold it there for a moment, then withdraw and slam it back home.

The young master's balls tightened and he felt it building – he was going to cum.

He withdrew his cock and took it in his hand at the last second, and sprayed his cum all over Dakota's face. He let out a mighty cry from one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had. Dassa kept licking his feet as Alexander collapsed onto the slave's bed.

Dakota was in shock. He had never had his master do that to him before. He was as motionless as a rock in his puppy pose. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't wipe his face. Part of him didn't want to wipe the cum from his face. He had never felt more like a slave, more like a piece of property, more like his body was just an instrument for his master's amusement.

Alexander quickly regained his composure as most teens can do after they cum and realized what he had done.

"Oh man, Dakota I am sorry I did that. Are you okay?"

Dakota didn't move or react.

"Dakota? Are you alright?"

Jarred back to reality Dakota finally responded to his master's voice. "Woof!"

"Dakota, I'm sorry I took you so roughly and did that at the end. But man that was great, you are such a good slavepuppy!"

"Woof."

"Haha, Dakota you are too much. Wanna get that cleaned off your face?"

"Woof" a little less enthusiastically.

"Wanna try something new again?"

"Woof"

"Dassa, stop working on my toes and lick my seed from Dakota's face."

"Arf"

Dakota closed his eyes as the little puppyboy licked and slurped Alexander's rapidly cooling and slowly drying cum from his face. The boy licked his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, cheek and chin getting every last drop of cum off the older puppy.

After he was done Alexander pulled two last things from the box of puppy accessories.

"Alright boys, one last thing – these," and he held out a pair of identical doggie bone shaped gags. He quickly and tightly strapped one around Dassa's head pushing the dog bone behind the boy's canine teeth.

Then he took Dakota's face in his hands, "Dakota are you really okay with what just happened? It's okay. You can talk right now if you need too."

Dakota just looked up at his master with those big sensitive eyes and replied simply, "Woof!"

"You really are the best, you know that?" Alexander complimented him.

"Woof!"

"Open up, puppy." Alexander giggled.

He took the doggie bone gag and just as with Dassa pushed into the slave's waiting and willing mouth behind the canine teeth and tightly strapped it in place at the back of his head.

"You know Dakota I think I am tired of this blonde and purple hair on you I think I'll take you to the slave-groomer and get the purple changed to black. Yeah, blonde and black, that will look cool."

Alexander then snapped on a set of leashes to the slavepuppy's collars and led them from the room and up the stairs.

"Time to take the puppies for walkies!"

Upstairs Dakota looked outside the French doors that led from the kitchen to the deck and noticed the sun was rather high in the sky he knew this meant it was at least noon, maybe later. He had been allowed to sleep in with Dassa.

"Dakota you still can't leave the house so you'll have to stay inside today while I take Dassa out on the lawn for some exercise.

Dakota whined at the news, but knew he was still subject to his punishment.

Alexander took the chain leash and attached it to the doorknob – tethering puppy Dakota in place. He then opened the door and led Dassa out into the sunshine.

Dassa turned and looked at Dakota and whimpered his disappointment at having to go alone and feeling said for his secured friend.

"Come on, boy. Let's go." Alexander ordered and tugged on the puppyslave's leash.

Dassa crawled across the wood deck, down the stairs and out on to the grass. Alexander produced a ball and tossed it about ten feet in front of Dassa and unhooked his leash. He then removed the bone gag from his mouth and gave a simple command, "Fetch".

Dassa didn't know this English word and just looked at Alexander with a dumbfounded look in his eyes.

"Don't know what fetch means?"

"Arf arf."

"It means go get the ball and bring it back to me."

"Arf." And off he went to get the ball. Dassa again realized that his hands were useless and looked back to Alexander again for instructions.

"Pick it up with your mouth and bring it back to me."

Dassa bent down and found that the ball did fit into his mouth, just. He sucked it in and picked it up and bounded back over to Alexander.

Alexander put out his hand and Dassa pushed the ball out of his mouth with his tongue into his temporary master's hand. Alexander then threw the ball again, this time a little farther and gave the same command, "Fetch, boy."

Dassa took off 'running' as best he could on all fours after the ball, he picked it up again with his mouth, getting a few blades of grass in his mouth for the trouble but ignored that little problem and set back towards Alexander. He again placed the ball in Alexander's waiting hand; who threw the ball again.

The little game of fetch went on for the next thirty or so minutes. About half way through Alexander switched to a stick he picked off the ground. Dassa's knees were taking a pounding and even on the soft grass and they were getting tender.

Inside the house Dakota sat back on his legs with his hands on the floor, depressed at not being allowed to go outside. His head lowered looking at the floor. The gag in his mouth made him drool a lot and there was a stream of saliva running down his chin onto his smooth chest and tummy, reaching his locked-up cock and balls, and puddling on the floor.

Alexander was growing bored with the simple game of fetch and took Dassa back up onto the deck and had him lay down on the hard wood as he took a seat in one of the family's adirondack chairs. Dassa was covered in sweat and his black hair was matted to his forehead. He panted as he had seen real canines do, he laid down, grateful for the chance to rest.

Inside the house Dakota could see his master and the puppyslave on the deck, he crawled over toward them as much as his chain leash would allow him, but that wasn't far.

Alexander relaxed for a while on the deck ignoring the puppyslave at his feet and not worried about Dakota inside the house, he kicked off his sneakers and put his feet up on the wooden ottoman. He closed his eyes and unintentionally fell asleep.

Dassa was getting restless and inside the house Dakota was getting stiff from sitting and waiting for his master's return. Dassa sat up and saw Alexander asleep and decided to try something. He started licking the bottoms of Alexander's feet to gently wake him up. After a few heel to toe swipes of his tongue Alexander did wake up and looked down at the little puppyslave licking his soles.

"Hi there, puppy!" he greeted the slave.

Dassa just kept licking away at his barefeet. Long laps just like a puppy.

"Wanna go inside and play with Dakota?"

"Arf!" the little puppyslave replied.

"Get your ball and bring it in with you."

The little puppy bounded off the deck back on to the grass and picked up the ball with his mouth and headed back to Alexander who was waiting at the door. He opened it and Dakota perked up.

Dassa bounded over to Dakota and dropped the ball in front of him and pushed it over to his slave friend with his nose.

"Aww, isn't that cute Dakota, Dassa wants to play with you."

Alexander undid the tether holding Dakota in place, "You puppies go into the living room and play, but remember you're puppies, so play like puppies.

"Woufmm." This bark slurred by the gag still in his mouth.

"Arf."

In the living room the two played around on the floor together, pushing the ball back and forth. With Dassa not gagged it was easier for him to play with the ball compared to the gagged Dakota.

After several minutes of play Dassa fell over and Dakota noticed his knees were all red and looked like they were getting sore from crawling on them.

"Wouff, woouff, woofmm." Dakota barked out to get his master's attention.

Alexander heard the cry from Dakota and came into the room. "What is it, boy?"

Dakota pointed to Dassa's knees with his nose. It took a moment for Alexander to catch on, "You want me to look at something there?"

"Woulf."

"Okay boy."

Alexander examined Dassa little knees and when he turned the boy over he saw the irritation on his skin.

"Does this hurt Dassa?"

"Arf arf."

"Well it will if it doesn't go away, must be from the running around outside. I'll go get some gauze for you and then order some knee pads for you puppies."

Alexander returned to the puppies at play and ordered Dassa to come over to him. He lifted the boy's leg by the ankle and wrapped his knee several times with the white gauze and tapped it in place and did the same with the other knee.

"Okay puppies go back to playing." He told them

Alexander went back to the kitchen and placed a call to Angie at the slave outfitters and ordered a set of kneepads for each of his little puppyslaves.

After his call ended he made himself a sandwich and got a glass of ice tea and sat at the table to have some late lunch. In the next room he could hear the boys playing and pushing the ball around. Every so often he would hear Dassa or Dakota bark. 'That's rather evil of me to leave Dakota gagged, but I'm sure he loves it all the same.' He thought.

Alexander picked up the newspaper from the table and began flipping through the pages. On page four was an article about the proposed Slavery Expansion Act of 2008, he hadn't heard from his mother for a couple days as she was away in the capitol. He read the article and learned that the measure would be up for a vote this coming week and had a very good chance of passing both houses and becoming law.

Then the phone rang.

"Hello Brooks residence."

"Hiya, sport!"

"Dad! How are you?"

"Good, son I just arrived at my hotel after being whisked of to a meeting right from the airport. I just ordered some room service and thought I'd call my boy."

"Thanks dad."

"Have you heard from your mother?"

"No, but there's an article about the slavery law in today's paper, looks like its gunna pass."

"Yeah I read that on the flight up. Good for your mom, this should be quite a feather in her cap."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Anyway, how are things there. Dassa giving you any trouble?"

"Things are great here, enjoying having the house all to myself. The boys are getting along great. They are playing in the living room now."

"Playing? In the living room? Not sure that's the best thing, Alexander, too much freedom isn't good for slaveboy discipline."

"I know, it isn't like that. I have them in puppyslave mode and they are playing like puppies, they're playing with a ball!"

"Wow, puppyslaves. Thanks. You have Dakota in puppyslave training too?"

"Yeah I thought it would be easier for me and for Dassa to learn if they both went through it together."

"Nice touch. How's it going? Do the boys seem to be taking to it well?"

"Dassa is taking to it great. Dakota was less enthusiastic about it a first but I think he's changed his mind a little bit."

"You're not thinking of keeping him that way are you?"

"No, but from time to time I think it will be fun, for both of us."

"Good. I like Dakota the way he is. But having a playmate for Dassa will be nice too. There's something I want you to do for me with Dassa. Call up the outfitters and get a set of puppy hobbles and put them on him. I want him used to wearing them."

"What are puppy hobbles?"

"They are a set of restraints connected by a chain, one end goes around his thigh, the other around his ankle – a set for each leg, it keeps him from standing. The chain is so short he won't even be able to unbend his knee."

"Okay I'll call Angie back and get them."

"Call her back?"

"Yeah I just got of the phone with her a few minutes ago I am getting both boys a set of knee pads to protect their skin."

"Good thinking, son."

"Thanks."

"Dad, I think it might be a good idea if you let Dassa be a regular slaveboy from time to time. He and Dakota seem to have really hit it off and I think it will be best for both of them if they can talk and behave normally. That will be hard if Dassa is always a puppyslave."

"That might be possible, I'll think about it and I'd like see how the boys interact together myself when I get home next week. Okay?"

"Okay, but dad, Dassa seems to have had some really harsh training at the hands of the Chinese. He keeps thinking he's going to be punished for every little error. I've told Dakota to help him with things, but it will take time."

"I understand. I am aware of the Chinese methods. Some centers are better with their slaves than others. Dassa, I think, came from one of the more rural centers. They tend to be understaffed and over populated; especially the ones closest to Tibet. Dassa probably had some harsh punishments and treatment. Its unfortunate but that's the way it is for some slaves. All we control is how we treat the slaves in our care."

"But can't the UN do something about this? He's just a little boy."

"No son, he's not a little boy, he's a young slave, there's a difference. And we are trying to do something. By allowing China to export these slaves to other countries they are subject to UN regulations on the slave trade so treatment will improve as they modify to meet international standards."

"Oh, okay, you're sure?"

"Yes Alexander, I am. Oh damn it there's room service at the door, mind if I cut this short I'm starving."

"No dad go ahead, enjoy your dinner."

"Thanks, Alexander. Good bye."

"Bye-bye, dad."

Alexander finished his tea and went into back into the living room. He took Dassa's gag along with him.

"Dassa and Dakota come over here."

The two puppy boys stopped playing and came to their master.

Alexander put the gag back into Dassa's mouth. "Dassa I just spoke to Master Ryan and he wants me to get something for you to help with your puppyslave training. It's a set of puppy hobbles. Let me explain what they are."

Dakota had seen these on a few other puppyslaves when he was out in public and truly hated them, but he remained silent.

"It's a set of collars and chains that help remind you to stay on all fours." Alexander stood up and walked around Dassa. He knelt down next to the boy. "One collar goes around your thigh here, and other goes around your ankle like this and there is a little chain that goes between them. The chain is short so you'll have to keep your leg bent at the knee all the time. Understand, Dassa?"

"Argf," came his gag inhibited reply.

"It won't hurt Dassa, and it's not a punishment for you, understand?"

"Arggf."

"Dakota will be very supportive of you during your training, won't you Dakota?"

"Woogf!" and Dakota rubbed his nose against Dassa's cheek.

"The puppy hobbles will be here tomorrow along with a set of knee pads for the both of you. Now I'm gunna watch some TV. You puppies can lie down on the floor there together and snuggle, be quiet and relax.

Dakota took his position on his side with his back against the couch and Dassa curled up right in front of him and pressed his back into Dakota's naked flesh. Dakota flopped his right paw over Dassa's body pulling the little boy close.

Alexander looked down at his two puppyslaves. 'Yeah this is gunna work, these slaveboys will be fine.' He thought and smiled. He then pushed his left barefoot under Dakota's head, Dakota raised his head up a little and then laid it back down on top of his master's foot. Alexander put his right barefoot on Dassa's hip and gently rubbed the boy's skin as he flipped on the TV and began to channel surf.