Shakey Psyche

Rutilus

Chapters 6-10

Chapter Six
Master Nathan

"Nathan, this… is Daniel. Daniel, this is Master Nathan." There's more of them?

The man was about the same size and age of my own master, but sported a goatee around his mouth. He was of the same stocky build as Master Sloan, but slightly different. Master Nathan looked at me in as much shock as I was looking at him.

"My God, Sloan, he's gorgeous," he said, looking away from me and turning squarely to him. Now, how the hell was I supposed to take that? The comment needed no retort, so Master Sloan remained quiet, but nodded. "May I?" asking his permission for something.

"Of course," he said to him, waving in my direction. Then he turned to me.

"Stand still, Daniel, Master Nathan's only going to look you over."

"Yes, Master," I said, shaking all over. I really wished he had prepared me for this, but I got the feeling he wanted me apprehensive about this meeting.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Master Nathan circled me completely, starting to my right and ending up coming from my left to stand in front of me not two feet [60 cm] away. He had a look about him that mimicked my master; commanding total respect. I was a naked ten-year-old in a room with two men that had the air of two people that could easily tear me apart and go eat dinner afterward. The thought sent another set of shivers through me.

"Cold, boy?" he asked, casting his hazel eyes into mine.

"No, Master," I answered back.

"You only have one master, boy," he said, but with a tone of authority. "And you should have asked him for permission to speak before doing so."

"We haven't covered that, yet, Nathan," Master Sloan interjected quickly. "I'm taking things kind of slow with Daniel." This was slow?

"I see," Master Nathan said and then turned back to me.

"You can answer any question he asks, Daniel," Master Sloan said, apparently giving me permission at that time.

"Yes, Master," I acknowledged back.

"How old're you, boy?" Master Nathan asked.

"Ten, going on eleven, sir."

"Did I ask what you were 'going on'?" His eyes severely bore into me.

"No, sir," I admitted. He was making me nervous, now.

"Do you know why you're here, boy?"

"Yes, sir," remembering not to embellish.

"Do you, now? Why, then?" he asked, in an amused, controlling way. The look in his eyes hadn't changed; they were still coldish.

"To serve my master, sir."

"In what way?"

"In any way he needs, sir."

"Any way?"

"Yes, sir," I said. Even though I trusted Master Sloan not to let this man hurt me, I was getting more and more apprehensive the longer this went on. I think my face showed it.

"And what if he needs to fuck you, boy?"

"Then he can do it, sir."

"Has he done it?"

I stopped and looked to Master Sloan. He nodded to me.

"No, sir."

"What has he done to you, boy?"

This question made me cringe. I stopped again and thought. As I didn't answer right away, it seemed to make him angry.

"Answer me when I ask a question, boy!" I flinched at his sudden bellow.

"Nothing that I didn't want him to do, sir," I said, with water gathering in my eyes again. I sniffed, trying to get control of my nasal mucus.

"And if he did want to do something you didn't want?!" he asked just as hard.

"Then I wouldn't be here, sir," I said, just about to lose control of my position and my nerve. I could barely make out either of them through the salty water in my eyes.

"Then what are you saying, boy?" he asked, his voice suddenly lowered; softer.

"It's my choice, sir," I answered, tears flowing freely.

He didn't say anything; he just went into the formal living room off to my left and retrieved a box of tissues. When he was in front of me again, he knelt down and showed me the box. I looked to Master Sloan and he nodded.

I took a step forward and took a few tissues out. I blew my nose and wiped my face off. The box was dropped and he took my face in his hands. I almost backed off from him; I wasn't too sure I liked him.

"And that's what it all boils down to, Daniel; choice," he said quietly to me with a smile.

"Yes, sir," I said, trying to smile back.

He released my face and allowed me to gain control of myself before continuing. When he did, it was more kindly and all the coldness in his eyes was gone. The hazel color stood out more as opposed to the black. Respectfully, I went to my 'rest position'.

"What's your safeword, Daniel?"

"Safeword, sir?"

Master Nathan's head whipped around to my master so fast that I thought it was going to spin off his shoulders. I was a little startled by this. I thought something was wrong.

"We haven't done anything to need one, yet. I was going to explain it to him when it was needed."

"I see," he said again and turned back to me. His smile returned as he looked to me.

"What's a safeword, Master Nathan?" I had never heard of it before.

"A safeword is there to protect you, Daniel. In this world of slavery that you're entering, it's dangerous and irresponsible to operate without one."

"Why, sir?"

"Because you could get seriously hurt or killed; it has happened. The safeword is there to use if things get too much for you to handle. You can scream, shout, beg, plead, and do whatever you want to when in a scenario, but when the safeword is spoken, everything stops.

"It is the one rule no one will disobey. If the word is not honored, then that person is not to be trusted ever again. Understand?" He looked at me with those piercing eyes, but not harshly; more making sure I got it.

"Yes, sir," I said. "Has that ever happened?" I was beginning to come back to myself again and feel better.

"Not to my knowledge. And all the people that both your master and I know have always respected the slave's safeword."

He stood up and cupped my left cheek in his right hand, softly. I felt his warmth and sort of smiled up at him.

"So," he started again, "it's very important for you to choose one soon. You're too precious to lose, Daniel."

"Yes, sir," I said, not having a clue what he meant by that second part. "What should I choose, though, sir?"

"That's up to you, Daniel," Master Sloan said, finally coming back into the conversation. But Master Nathan had to add something.

"But it must be something personal, something you won't forget, and something easily said and understood while gagged."

"Gagged?!" I was stunned at that. Both men chuckled at me.

"Later, Daniel," Master Sloan said and the two men walked into the family room. I followed with the implanted thought of me being gagged in my mind. My cock woke up in its chastity rings. I tried to force it back down and won that little battle. It was getting easier to win those, but there were other times…

"Don't lag, Daniel," Master Sloan called from the kitchen. I scurried to catch up to them.

"Set the table like I taught you," he said as I entered the kitchen.

"Yes, Master," I answered and went about my task after he gave me the plates.

"I see you've gotten him in chastity, Sloan," Master Nathan said as I was leaving. I listened to the conversation as I went about my work.

"Yes, well, he did have a little problem controlling himself once he figured out what that thing was used for," Master Sloan said while snickering. Oh, yes, it's just too funny, sir.

I made my way back into the kitchen and got the silverware for the table settings.

"Well, young people need discipline and control. My own slave needed it as well when I first got him."

"Derrick, right?"

Master Nathan made a sound in the affirmative. I walked back in and had to get the step ladder out to get the wine glasses down, and put it back once I had them. They were carried back into the formal dinning room as the conversation continued.

"He's what, now? Nineteen?"

"Yep. Can't believe it's already been four years."

It was your normal evening with a preteen setting the dinner table wearing nothing but leather bindings, a chastity belt, and a collar. After setting the table, I went back into the kitchen as both men finished talking. I saw Master Nathan's drink was almost gone.

"Master Nathan, would you like another drink, sir?"

"Yes; Scotch and soda, boy," he said, barely paying attention to me. I looked to Master Sloan and he nodded.

I went to the bar, climbed up onto the barstool and began making the drink. It was something that was covered on the Tuesday of that week. I also made a drink for my master, knowing full well that he would want one also; a gin and tonic. A little of the gin got on my hand and I licked it off. I shuddered and scrunched up my nose at the awful taste. How could they drink this stuff and like it? Ugh!

On the way back, a flash caught my eye and I looked back. It was the full length mirror and I saw myself in only my bindings again. My cock responded, but not too much as I quieted it back down.

I entered the kitchen and Master Nathan had just set his glass down on the counter. I went over and replaced it with the fresh drink. My master's glass was placed next to his hand and I walked back out of the room with the empty glass. The conversation had now moved to politics and how President Carter had given away the Panama Canal; both topics were way over my head.

"Where's my drink, boy?" Master Nathan asked as I walked back in the room again.

"Right next to you, sir," I said simply.

He did a double-take and laughed when he saw it. He smiled at me in a genuinely fond manner.

"The mark of a good slave; not to be noticed," he said admirably to me. "Don't you think, Daniel?" It wasn't a question, per se', but I smirked a little.

"I try not to, sir; usually gets me into trouble."

Master Sloan had to swallow quickly or he might've spewed his drink all over his guest. Master Nathan almost doubled up in snickers. I smiled as I was glad to have brought some fun into the evening.

Because I was so young at the time, Master Sloan had to put the food on the table and the two men served themselves the meal. I just carried the lighter dishes to the table and did small things throughout; replaced a dirty fork, refill drinks, that kind of thing. Later on, I served the meals directly from the kitchen to the dinning room individually.

The dinner was finished after about a half an hour. I had already prepared the dessert by cutting it up when they didn't need me. I just carried it back inside to them after clearing their plates. I took the empty containers back into the kitchen with me. I had to make two trips, but got the table cleared, save their drinks and dessert dishes with utensils.

I rinsed the plates and dishes off and placed them in the washer as my master had instructed me to do. It was only about half full, so it didn't need to be run at the time. The two men were done with dessert and moved the conversation into the family room.

"Kneel," my master said, snapping his fingers and pointing to the side of the sofa as he sat down. I moved instantly to his side and assumed my proper place.

While the two men continued to talk, my master's hand found its way to the back of my neck. Lovingly, he stroked along the length of my neck and played with my blond hair. He moved back and forth along my shoulder as well as moving forward to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand.

I sighed at the sensations and leaned my head against his hand a few times to show I was appreciative of the attention he was giving me. Just that simple thing of showing affection to me in front of someone else made me respect him all the more. I already respected the hell out of the man, but it was right then that I began to fall for him. I turned my head a little and his hand worked its way under my chin.

All of it sent chills up my spine and my cock started fighting with me again. I winced, but kept up with the feelings. A little cock-pain was worth it to feel this right now. It got worse, but I didn't care; I pushed it out of my mind for the first time.

"You like this, hm?" I heard my master say all of a sudden.

I opened my eyes to see both men staring at me. I sheepishly went back to looking straight ahead; which was what I was supposed to be doing all along.

"Yes, Master," I answered, getting flush faced again. "I'm sorry for moving, sir."

"No apologies, Daniel, and it's not a major concern to enjoy what I was doing."

"Yes, sir, but I should not've moved, sir." I was still combating with my cock, but losing terribly.

"Well, you've done very well tonight, so I think I'll let this one pass."

"Thank you, Master," I said, sort of appreciative, sort of wincing.

"Problem, boy?" Master Nathan asked.

I looked to my master for permission, remembering Master Nathan's earlier lesson. He smiled in a mild prideful manner and nodded.

"Yes, Master Nathan," I said now through slightly gritting teeth.

"Then what is it, boy?"

"It's my cock, sir. I'm losing my war with it."

Both men covered their lower faces to hide their snickers, but I heard them. I'm glad I was able to add some more amusement to their evening. Sheesh. Finally, they recovered from their levity to turn back to me.

"Why don't you let the boy have some fun, Sloan?"

"Not a bad idea; he has been pretty good this week."

"You wanna cum, boy?" Master Nathan called to me.

"More than anything, sir," I said through now seriously gritting teeth. My cock was definitely winning this one. I think when it heard the opportunity for victory, it seized upon it and surged even more so.

"Very well. Hold still, Daniel," Master Sloan said.

"Yes, sir."

I felt him reach down with the key and unlock the chastity device. When the belt was gone, I could've sworn I heard a trumpet call. I gasped at the freedom of it. I knew better than to just start going at it. I looked to my master with a look of pleading.

"Go on, Daniel; have fun with it," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, sir," I said, answering back with a smile of my own. I was about to get up when he gave me a stern look all of a sudden. I stopped. It seemed time froze for a split second. Then cognition hit with the force of a tornado.

"Here, Master?!"

A simple nod was my answer from him.

"In front of Master Nathan, sir?!"

Another nod.

"You wanted to cum, boy, then do it!" Master Nathan said from the other side of the coffee table from us. I looked back to my own master and got a nod of acquiescence.

"Yes, sir."

With a flushed face and harder dick, I reached down and began stroking. I was a little embarrassed to begin with, but shortly got severely turned on by it. Master Sloan had stroked and sucked me before, but no one had seen me do it to myself. Now I had an audience and it was fueling me onward. As I closed my eyes to the sensations, I still imagined them there.

I began slowly and worked it into a mild frenzy. It wasn't anything too fast, just nice, even strokes to keep the fire going. I squeezed harder on my cock as I felt my climax getting closer and closer. I was quick as it had been a week since I had been allowed to cum.

Kneeling at my master's side, I groaned out a nice, simple dry orgasm. I calmed down a little and my breathing returned to normal. I had a smile of pure contentment on my face. I opened my eyes and turned to my master.

"Again," he said simply before I could thank him.

"Master?" I asked; my eyes shooting wide open.

"Do it again, Daniel," he told me unbelievably. "You wanted to cum, so cum."

"Yes, Master," I said, worried about just how the hell I was going to do this again.

I began thinking about all that had turned me on lately. One thing stood out predominantly; my master's cock. Unbidden, I put my left hand on his leg as my right returned to my weakening prick. He didn't move my hand away, so I took it as an invitation. I gently eased my arm over the arm of the sofa and moved my hand up his thigh to his crotch. Again, I got no negative response, so I continued.

As my small hand found his obviously charged tool, my own was waking back up finally. Of course now, the roles were reversed; I needed the thing to get hard and I was winning this one. I opened my legs a little wider to get a full stroke in on it, but took no flack from the move by my owner. I needed that extra space if I was going to do this again.

I built the pace of my stroking up into a faster one pretty quickly, but never forgot to massage Master Sloan's crotch. If was going to use it for my own purposes, then I needed to remember it as I used it. I recall leaning against the arm of the sofa to see if his hand was still there, and it was. I sort of raised my shoulder upward to brush his hand down my arm, hoping he would stroke me again like he was doing earlier.

"Do you want something, boy?" he asked.

"Play with me, please, Master?" I pleaded lightly.

I didn't get a verbal answer, just a movement of his hand to my back. When he touched me like that, it sent renewed shiver along my spine, but it also brought me closer to my orgasm. His hand journeyed all over my back and lower back and butt. When he got down there, I moved forward, offering him my anal flower to his finger again.

He reached over and got the baby oil from under the coffee table. No matter how much we used of that stuff, that bottle never ran dry. With a now slick finger, he made his way back down to my offering. Circling around the ring a few times turned me on even more so.

"Uuuuhhh," I moaned out as his finger invaded my depths again. I beat off even more furiously; anxious for my cum to hit me.

When the second knuckle of his digit inserted itself, I hit the cliff and flew. It was the best cum yet. I was headed for Nirvana on the express train; no stops. I collapsed after what had to have been about a ten minute orgasm, or at least it felt that way.

With my arm still draped over the arm of the couch, I slumped to the floor. I released my spent cock for a moment's rest. That is, until I heard my master again.

"Again," he said, simply.

I looked up to him with a tired plea on my face. He looked a little sternly down at me before he repeated himself.

"Again, Daniel," he said, but with a little more power to it.

"Yes, Master," I said, nodding and swallowing the dry saliva in my mouth. "May I use the baby oil, sir?" My little cock was raw and I knew it.

"Go on," he said, motioning to the coffee table.

I crawled to the table with my master's finger still inside me. I then retrieved the bottle and poured some onto the palm of my hand. Now, I was right in front of him at his feet and between his legs. As I reached down to encompass my sore member, I rose up to him. As tired as I was, I found the energy to reach for him.

I moaned a little as my slick hand found my even more tired cock. But I reached for my master's belt on his pants as I looked tiredly into his eyes. He nodded and undid the leather belt. We had to work together to the rest of it opened, but we finally made it and I fished out his erection without much effort; thank God.

With the knowledge I had gained from the previous endeavor, I gently pulled it towards my mouth and fully licked it. In the position we were in, there was no room for me to finish, so he moved me to his left and onto the sofa. He swung his legs with me and we reengaged what we were doing.

"Go on," he encouraged. More like he commanded. It wasn't him he was talking about; it was me and my cock.

I reached back down and began stroking with my slick hand again. I had a feeling that this third time was going to take a long time. If the second time took longer, then this one was destined to take a while.

I slicked up his stiff tool with more of my saliva and on an inspiration, I fit it back into my warm mouth. A fleeting thought that maybe he was teaching me that I shouldn't have ignored him by being totally concerned with myself. So, I made sure that he was going to be pleasured along with me this time.

Using both my hand and my mouth, I milked his cock for all I was worth. The awareness that I was doing this again fueled my passion in my own loins. As tired as my cock was, it responded yet again. Keeping my mind on doing both jobs wasn't exactly easy, but I managed, believe it or not.

Another thing that added to my already overloaded senses was the finger sliding in and out of my backdoor. Master Sloan kept it up the entire time, never slowing down and never speeding up. It just seemed to be made to do that certain task.

Even with all the sensations running through me, it was still a short eternity before I even felt the beginnings of the stirrings in my loins, but eventually, they were there. And from my previous experience playing with my master's cock, I got the inclination that he was getting closer also.

"I am close, Daniel, and if you don't want to swallow any of it, okay, but you'll clean up what comes out," my master informed me.

"Am I going to have to eventually, Master?"

He nodded. Since I was going to have to do this sooner or later, it might as well be now. I shrugged and went back to work on him.

He groaned and I knew that I had a split second before his stuff shot out. I took a deep breath and waited for it. The first shot hit the back of my throat. I moved downward and had the rest of it hit the roof. I began swallowing what I had before anything leaked onto the couch.

Up to this point in life, no one at school had ever talked about what happens during sex, so no one had ever talked about semen, or its taste. Of course Mom and Dad were next to useless on the subject. So, I never figured on the taste being either good or nasty. I just didn't know what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised to find the taste kind of like a salty buttermilk. I had no problems taking in more of it.

But for my own lust, it still took a struggle to finish. Through sheer strength of will and passion, my body finally shook in the throws of my highest of highs. I finished swallowing what my master gave me and sank down to lie on my stomach between his legs; exhausted. One single thought ran through my mind.

Oh God not again; please, not…

"Again," he said with the same dispassionate voice.

"But, Master…," I sort of whined, looking up; pleading with him to stop this.

"One more cum, Daniel," he said, raising one finger to me.

I didn't know why he was doing this, but I nodded simply. How I was going to get my cock to spring to attention after all this, I had no idea. It took a minute to come up with it and I groaned at the thought.

This time, I was beyond asking for permission; I just did it. I slipped down from the couch and crawled to the place where I knew he kept the riding crop. I took it from its place of rest and tiredly walked back to him at the sofa. I offered it to him from my right hand.

"Present it to him correctly, boy," Master Nathan said simply.

"Not there yet, Nathan," Master Sloan told him.

I despairingly turned to Master Nathan. I wasn't sure if this lesson was going to stick in my memory the next day, but I was sort of asking him what he meant; without asking. Master Nathan looked at my own, who nodded for him to proceed.

"Put your feet together, bend at the waist, head bowed, and use both hands as if you were offering it to him on a plate."

I moved my sore, worn out frame into the position he described and offered the crop to my owner. When I felt it lift off my palms, I sank to my knees and crawled on all fours to wait beside the sofa for my 'punishment'.

"Please, Master?" I asked, looking up at him. After he nodded, I closed my eyes to the punishment I had asked for myself.

Without getting up from the sofa, he brought the crop down vertically onto the skin of my backside. I hissed at the strike, but as I figured, my cock stirred. I didn't reach back yet, I just let it sink in for a few times. My master didn't let up; another smack landed to the left of the first one.

I waited for the fourth one to connect before I reached under me. Even though it was hard, my cock didn't like to be touched at that time. It had been through a lot that evening; almost as much as I had. I had no sympathy for it; it started all of this and we had a master to appease.

The fifth and sixth hits marred my left buttcheek in the same pattern. He was hitting hard enough to smart, but not enough to do any real damage. I still had the mark from the tenth lash a week ago. Number seven landed right in my crack. God; that one hurt!! But it wasn't enough.

"Harder, Master, please," I cried; I was actually close. After all that had happened, my climax was surprisingly close at hand. I tightened my eyes closed even more to it all.

Strike number eight landed with significant force and I rose up in pain and trembled at it. I was now pretty much lost in it all. The three orgasms that had wracked my young body and mind earlier were nothing but a prelude to what was cumming up now. I knew it; I could feel it.

"Yes! Yes, Master, harder! Punish me! Please!" It all hit home on the ninth and tenth strike. Master Sloan did them consecutively, not giving me time to recover or decrescendo in the least.

"OH GOD, OH GOD!! YES!! UUUUUHHHHH!!" I cried as something wickedly beautiful slammed into me. With two grown men I barely knew watching, I had the most powerful, blissful cataclysmic wave hit me hard. I spazmed violently all over Master Sloan's floor for over two solid minutes (according to him).

With all of myself spent, I collapsed in a heap of flesh on the carpet. I was dead to everything and everyone at that moment. It seemed like eternity passed through that little span of time. Before I knew it, a hand gently touched me and I flinched away from it and I curled into a slight ball. I felt like an ant that was trying to protect itself. When I opened my eyes, my one and only master was kneeling down to look me in the eye.

"Have you learned your lesson, little slave?" he asked, smiling a little.

"Yes, Master," I barely gasped.

"And what lesson was that?"

"Never… trust… adults, sir."

And with that, I was out like a candle's flame in a tornado.

Chapter Seven
Missing the Marks

I woke to sunshine streaming in to break my eyelids wide open. I groaned as I turned over in a bed that I knew wasn't mine. That notion forced me even more awake. I then sat up straight and looked around; it was Master Sloan's guest bedroom. I threw off the covers to see that I was still bare and in my bindings.

I groaned again at the soreness of both my cock and the rest of my body. Funny how that little thing gets its own subsection of classification. I made my way downstairs to find my master in the kitchen cleaning the dishes.

"I'll do that, Master," I said, still cleaning the sleep junk out of my eyes.

"Good morning, Daniel," he said turning to me. "And no thank you; I can do it."

"You want some help, at least?" I asked, thinking of him.

"If you want to be helpful," he said, handing me a towel to dry the pans used from the previous evening.

I grabbed the step ladder and placed it next to him. I took the towel and began drying the pots and pans. It seemed kind of weird to be doing something so normal while butt-assed naked, but also somewhat personal between the two of us.

"Are you disappointed in me, Master?" I asked while drying a particularly large pot.

"Of course not, Daniel. Why would you think that?"

"Last night…" I couldn't finish and was hoping he'd take it from there.

"I wanted to push you a little bit; see how much you could do. It was also to teach a lesson; other than the one you mentioned, that is."

I looked up to him to see a smirk and I sniggered back at him.

"I was just trying to be a little funny, Master," I said, remembering the remark.

"Yes, I know, and Nathan took it that way, too."

"Who is he, Master?"

"A friend and a fellow master. We've both been into this type of lifestyle for quite some time. He was quite impressed with you, too."

I smiled and nodded.

"He did tell me to make sure you've chosen a safeword by the next time he's here."

"Why's that so important, sir?"

"It's more than what Nathan told you; it's about trust. By now, I hope you know that you can trust me."

I nodded.

"Then I'll trust you to use it when you need to."

I nodded again.

"Just make sure you've chosen one before he comes here in December. It's very important, Daniel."

"Yes sir; I will."

I thought about it for a few minutes. A safeword would make me a lot less nervous and a bit bolder in trying new things. It certainly had its advantages.

"Speaking of last night, Master; what did you tell my parents?"

"I told them the truth," he said and I whipped my head sideways to look at him. He laughed and continued. "I told them that I kind of overworked you and you were tired from it. I asked them if it was alright if you could stay and they agreed."

"And if they didn't?" I asked, simmering back down from my shock.

"Then I would've taken you home after getting you dressed and carried you to them."

"I like it when you do that, sir."

"Do what?"

"Carry me; not that I'm trying to be lazy, I just like being that close to you." I said; looking down at the pot I was drying.

I suddenly felt him behind me wrapping his arms tightly around my chest. I leaned back into him to feel his warmth. And I felt like I was home for some reason. God, I wished I could've stayed there forever. I thought about wiggling my butt against him, but reconsidered; this was too personal a moment to cheapen by nonsense.

An hour and a kiss later, I was riding home on my bike. I passed Harry and he didn't even so much as look in my direction. Fine with me; less complications for me to deal with. My parents asked me about the night and I told them that Master Sloan and I worked out for over three hours. It wasn't a complete lie. Sort of.

That whole day and the next day, I thought about the safeword and something that could be personal to me. The first thought that came to mind was my hero; Batman. I liked him, not for being a superhero, but for being the only one that won without superpowers. He won by using brains, determination, and strength. Master Sloan kind of reminded me of him occasionally. But I reconsidered after only an hour following making that decision. His alter ego, Bruce Wayne, was out also; way too stupid.

I then thought of my middle name, Oliver, and then quickly trashed that idea. It was the one thing that I truly hated about my full name, so it was out. This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought, but at least I had some time before Master Nathan repaid a visit to come up with one.

Sunday also came and went quickly. I was pretty much mended all up from the vertical stripes left on my butt from the crop, but there were still some pink ones there to see if I looked close enough. All the ache was gone, though.

My master figured that I could probably control my sexual urges until Monday, so he didn't put my chastity belt back on when I left that Saturday. He was right; I had no desire to even come close to touching my cock in that way. I was satisfied with just using it to pee with.

The next day was Monday, and that Monday was report card day. I got my report card that afternoon and for the first time, I dreaded going to Master Sloan's. It had two B's, three C's and a D minus on it. I barely escaped a failing grade in history that grading period and I wasn't even in a difficult class. I knew enough to know that Master Sloan was not going to like this. Not in the least. I trudged all the way there, feeling like I was going to the gallows.

With my parents, I would get yelled at, made to feel stupid, but they wouldn't do too much as long as I wasn't failing anything. Nothing like I had a feeling my master was about to do to me. I could only imagine the punishment. And I didn't like what I conjured up.

When I got to his front door, I took a deep breath and plunged inside. I stripped and found my collar and bindings right where they were supposed to be. After that, I stood waiting for my master's inspection of my body. He came around the corner and looked hard at me.

"You're late, Daniel," he said.

"Yes, Master." I didn't know what else to say.

"Why?" Oh God. What do I tell him?

"Because… I didn't want to come here today, sir," I said, truthfully. He did tell me to always tell him the truth.

"Problem?" he asked. This was becoming torture in and of itself.

"No, sir. Well, yes sir." It was getting worse by the second.

"Well, which is it?"

"Well, sir, it's not a problem exactly," I stammered.

"Spit it out, boy!" Now he was getting frustrated with it all; probably with me, actually.

"It's my report card, sir!" I almost yelled at him.

"Let me see it, Daniel," he said, returning to his normal tone of voice, but with a little disappointment mixed in.

I groaned and reached into my bag for the cardstock that would probably have my skin flayed open. As I handed it over to him, my hand was shaking like crazy. He just opened it up and read down the lines one at time, not making a sound. Still not saying anything, he handed it back to me. I was waiting for an explosion that never came. What did come rocked my world.

"Take those things off, get your clothes on and leave my house, Daniel. We're done."

I was floored. It felt like my whole life ended right there on that entryway. I thought the blood in my head had totally drained out. There had to be a mistake; my marks weren't that bad to warrant this. How could he be this cruel??

I kept looking at him in disbelief. My hands soon dropped to their sides, still not having taken the card from him. I just kept looking at him, though. It just seemed too impossible to believe that he would do this to me.

"What?" I asked finally.

"You heard me, Daniel; get out." It had a note of finality to it.

"Why?" I asked, my bottom lip quivering and tears gathering again. I knew that crying wouldn't change his mind; we had already been down that road. But what he was saying hurt me like nothing else had.

"I thought you had some brains to you. I thought you were someone with potential. I thought you had a future. But I guess you're just like all the other kids your age; an imbecile. And I won't waste any more time on you."

With that, he dropped the card to the ground at my feet, turned his back to me and went towards his family room. I had never felt so alone as I did right at that time. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I dropped to my knees and cried.

"Please give me a second chance, Master! Please!" I cried for him. Painful tears gushed from my eyes as I saw my whole world walk away from me on two legs.

"No," he said, but stopped at the doorway still facing away from me. I saw him calmly take a drink from his mug. I sank down to lie prostrate on the floor, wailing for him again.

"PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, SIR!" I bellowed into the floor for him.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Yes, sir!" I said, raising my head back up at a glimmer of hope. He had turned to face me when he asked the previous question, but I didn't know at the time. When I raised my head up, I looked him square in the eye as best as I could.

"Anything." I was trying very hard to make my point to him. I felt I needed to confess something else. "I need you, Master." And I meant it.

In a scant two week time, he had filled a void in my life that I didn't know I had. I didn't even know it was this serious until he was taking it away from me at that moment. I was becoming so devoted to him that I would've given my whole boyhood up to him if he had asked right then. I just couldn't bear to have him leave me.

He turned fully around and walked to me. I didn't move for fear of him turning back around again.

"Stand up, Daniel," he said calmly.

I stood and began to get into my standing position without even bothering with wiping my tears away. He stopped me.

"Don't do that; just stand there and listen because this is serious. This is significantly more serious than whatever else we've been doing, so you listen real good."

"Yes, sir," I sniffed out, putting my hands behind my back for lack of anywhere better to put them.

"I'm only going to say this once, Daniel. Do not disappoint me like this again. I have high hopes for you and I firmly believe that you'll meet them. But not if you keep getting marks like these.

"I value education greatly, and if you're going to have any type of future, you're going to need it. This is your one and only second chance; if you so much as get one grade below a 'B', don't even bother coming over here. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," I choked.

I also understood that if I got clever and got just straight B's I'd be in just as much trouble. Master Sloan never accepted anything but the best from me. There were days that I hated him for this, but those were few and far between.

"Now, for this, some sort of punishment is in order," he said. For a split second, I thought he was in 'play' mode and spoke before thinking.

"A spanking?" I asked, a little too eagerly, too. The look he gave me had me quiet in a lot less time.

"I'm dead serious, Daniel," he said with that look.

"I know, Master, and I'm sorry," I said, ignoring his stance on apologies this once. I thought he would chastise me for that as well, but he simply nodded.

"I believe that something permanent to help you remember your studies would be just what you need. Along with the chastity device, you will wear your collar full time."

"WHAT?!" I practically yelled at him in disbelief. He took a step back in shock and I was just as shocked as he was at my outburst. Before he said or did anything else, I clapped my hands to my mouth and lowered my head in shame. Oh God, this was going bad. I couldn't believe I had just done that.

I sank back down to my knees again. Under their own volition, my hands moved upward to fully cover my face as tears of anguish poured out again. I kept sobbing and apologizing over and over again to him into my hands. I had no one to blame but myself if he threw me out right there on the spot. If I were in his place, I would've done it.

He hadn't moved or said a word the whole time I lay there crying. I sensed him bending down to me and I thought for a moment he was going to do just as I suspected. I felt his touch on my arms and I pulled them into me and away from him. He tried again and I reached out real quick and grabbed hold of his ankle.

"Please don't throw me out, Master," I bawled.

He reached for me again and grabbed me just below my arms at the pits. I was feeling too wretched to be tickled, so that didn't occur. He tried to pull me from his ankle, but I wouldn't let go. The whole scene would've been amusing if it weren't so pathetic.

"I'm not going to throw you out, Daniel," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Reluctantly, I gave him back his lower leg. He pulled me up to sit me back on my heels; almost in my kneeling position, just more relaxed. He tried to look me in the eye, but I wouldn't let him. I was utterly miserable and the worst part of it was that it was my fault. Finally, he grabbed my chin and raised my head to look at him.

"I'm not angry, Daniel," he said. I didn't deserve someone like him.

I was so relieved that I threw myself at his middle. I buried my face into his chest and cried even harder. I just needed him in my life. I felt like he had given me something to strive for. He had trusted me as much as I trusted him. All of this made me want him; no, need him, more than anyone else.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it was long enough for the sun to begin setting. When I was done with it all, he reached down again and pulled me up to him. My hands went comfortably around his neck as he did. He took us to his couch in the formal living room and sat down.

My hands never moved away from the back of his neck. He began lovingly stroking my back as he's been prone to do. That calmed me down enough to listen to him.

"You have to understand, Daniel, there has to be discipline," he started again. "And with a ten year old masochist, it's not easy to find one to suit."

I choked out a small laugh at my label he had taught me. He pulled me away from his shoulder to look me in the face; as red as it was. I kept my hands behind his neck. I didn't want to, but I raised my head up to look him in the eye.

"So, the collar stays on," he said and I nodded, acquiescing to his authority over me.

"But what do I say about it when someone asks?" I was ignoring my drying tears totally; I didn't want to feel better right then.

"Tell them it's a reminder to do your studies," he said simply.

"Well, its not a total lie," I said, shrugging.

"It's not a lie at all, Daniel; more of a half-truth."

I nodded, not completely understanding the difference, but I wasn't in any position to argue at the time. I was just thankful that he was willing to let me stay.

"Now, your chastity belt needs to go back on also and its not coming off till you get your next report card," he said. I flinched at the time frame, but made no move against it.

"You can do whatever you want to me, Master. Just don't leave me." I was tearing back up even at the thought.

"Are things that bad with your parents?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

I shrugged and finally wiped my face.

"That's not an answer."

"They're not bad, Master, but neither one of my parents touches me like you do."

"I'd hope not."

I was visibly hurt by what he said, but in my state, I wasn't sure if I could get away with another attitude outburst. I guess my face showed it.

"That was wrong of me," he said seriously. I thought to ask him if that was an apology, but decided otherwise. "Go on."

"I almost never get a hug from them. They never say anything to me unless it's to put me down about something. And…," I stopped.

"And…?" he prompted.

"This may sound weird, but neither of them would trust me like you have, Master."

To me, that was an important part of our relationship; the trust he placed in me to keep the hounds away from him about us. No one trusted me with anything.

He pulled me to him again and we hugged tightly. I would've stayed like that forever if it was possible. But the real world must intrude. He told me that the evening's lessons were canceled and I agreed. I don't think either one of us were up for either training. To be honest, I was just satisfied that I was allowed to come back over to him.

"Now, go on home and I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a kiss.

I kissed him back as passionately as I could, slipping my tongue into his mature mouth. I think the move surprised him a second, but only that split second. He began wrestling my tongue with his. I made my cock behave itself as it woke up for the first time in days. After all I had been through that afternoon; it was a pleasant way to finish the day.

After he put the chastity belt on me, I dressed and used the mirror in his family room to look at myself. The collar of my shirt showed off my slave's collar prominently. I was proud of it, yet got concerned about what my parents would say.

My parents! I had forgotten about them and my report card! I was in for a double dose of torment. I groaned at the realization of it.

"What's wrong, Daniel?" he asked, walking up behind me and more concerned than damning.

"I forgot; I gotta show the card to my parents, sir," I said, dreading another fight to come.

"Well, just hold your head up high and tell them you're going to do better; that's all you can do," he said, putting his arms over my shoulders and on my chest. I reached up and grasped his hands in response to his affections.

"If they throw me out, can I stay here with you?" I asked, somewhat with a smirk.

"They're not going to toss you out over grades, Daniel," he said back, smiling a little as well.

I nodded to him. I almost reminded him that he just about did, but thought better of it. I just had to pour my heart out to him to get back into his good graces, and I wasn't going to jeopardize that over something so stupid.

With a final kiss and hug from my master, I headed home. I was thankful for the walk home, actually, as it helped me focus on what I had to say. When I got home, I took a deep breath and headed inside; head high and shoulders back. I wasn't proud of my grades, just myself and that was enough at the time.

"What's that?" Brad asked, pointing to my collar as I entered the kitchen door from the garage. He had an amused look on his face, but with a dash of revulsion, too.

What's it look like, stupid?

"It's a collar, Brad," I answered simply.

It was still a little too early for dinner, so my parents were in the living room watching a little television. I put my bag down and headed to the guillotine. I knew the standards in my house. I was supposed to do better because I was the older of the two of us; like there's a good excuse to do well in school.

I walked to the spot between my parents and decided to get the worse of the two over with first; my father. He took the card and scanned it. I stood with my hands behind my back, waiting for the axe to fall.

I heard Brad pad up behind me and stand at the door separating the two rooms. I could tell he was eager for me to get into trouble over the card or the collar or both. I don't think it mattered to him.

"This is unacceptable, Trae," he said, turning towards me. He then spied the leather around my neck. "And just what the hell is that?" My mother then looked up from her crochet work and saw it also.

Intelligence runs in the family.

"It's a collar, Dad," I said as simply as I did with Brad.

"I can see that, son, but why are you wearing it?"

"Master Sloan said it's to help me remember my studies, sir," I said, trying to keep my courage up. "I have to wear it till I get my grades up."

We heard a snigger from behind me and I turned my head around to tell Brad to shove it, but my dad beat me to the punch.

"Go back into the kitchen, Brad," he said, sternly. He then turned back to me. This was it. "I can't say I agree, but if it gets your grades up, then I'm willing to give it a try."

"Dan," my mother began but my dad cut her off with a severe look.

"Susan, we've tried everything else with the boy, but he just doesn't get it. Maybe this'll help."

Admitting defeat, my mom went back to her yarn. My dad signed the card then turned back to me again. He nodded at me, and I took it as my cue to leave. I took the card and left the room. Grabbing my book bag, I marched off to my room for studies.

"That could've been a lot worse," I said aloud to myself after closing the door.

I sat at my desk and thought about what my problem was and how to fix it. My biggest problem was that I was forgetting my homework and test dates. I needed a way to remember them. I pulled out a spare binder and made a sort of chart; an assignment page, so to speak. I pasted a calendar on the inside cover of the binder with a color chart to label tests from each subject; red for history, green for science, and so on. The only problem now, was to use the silly thing.

But I was determined; I was not going to let my master down again. If there was one thing I didn't want, it was a repeat performance like today. I felt like I was going to die when he told me to leave his house. I was now trying to elude that particular death.

Chapter Eight
Dogged Determination

If I thought that evening was bad, the next day things got worse. After the morning routine, I headed to school beside a snickering Brad. When we got to school, he went one way (thank God), and I went another. A lot of students looked my way, but I didn't look back; I was a slave on a mission. A lot of giggles filtered my way also, but I forced myself to concentrate on Master Sloan. In my first class, math, my teacher had me stay behind afterwards. I groaned as the rest of the class "oooed" at the implication that I was in trouble. I love kids; they're just so nice and friendly.

"What's with the collar, Trae?" Mrs. Stiles asked when the room was empty.

"It's a reminder, ma'am, to do my studies," I said simply, remembering not to embellish.

It kind of shocked her, but she smiled a little after a minute or so.

"Just making sure you're alright," she said.

"I am, ma'am, thank you," I said with a nod and a smile. She was my favorite teacher and my grades always reflected that in math.

The whole day, I had to answer pretty much the same line of questioning by the rest of the faculty. Mr. Dithers, my science teacher (the other fave), kept looking at the collar the whole class period. After asking me about it, I thought I caught him looking at my ass as I turned to leave. I didn't bother confronting him about it. There were weightier issues on my mind.

At lunch, I did some of my homework with my right hand and ate with my left. I was doing alright until a bad wind blew in and sat down across from me. Brian and his gang had been making my life difficult since I started school and they heard my name. Since it rhymed handsomely with 'gay', well natural childhood bullshit ensued.

"Hey Dog," a voice said. This was back when it wasn't a compliment.

"That was clever, Brian. You make that up on your own, or d'you get help?" I quipped back at him. I knew he wasn't totally stupid enough to start a fight right here in the cafeteria. But, I'd been wrong before.

A few snickers from beside him told me his two friends were with him; Tommy and William. Being the alpha of the trio, he silenced them with a look. I kept on eating and writing, not looking at any of them.

"You think you're funny, do ya, Dog?" I guess now, with my collar on, he had something new to razz me about.

"If you think you can do something about it; do it," I said, putting my pencil down; it was math after all.

"Oooo," William commented.

"After school, Dog," he hissed at me.

"I can't; I got something to do, but I can pencil you in for sometime in February or so," I responded, nonchalantly.

Another round of snickers and he shoved my tray across from him and onto the floor beside my feet. I wasn't finished with it, yet. The funny thing was, Mr. Hastings, our principal, just happened to be walking past us; saw the whole thing.

He grabbed Brian by the back of the shirt and practically dragged him to his office. I sniggered as the two sycophants scampered the opposite direction. I was a little hungry later on that afternoon, but it was worth it. Proud of myself that I was able to fight without fighting, I returned to my work. I also learned that I could start any fight I wanted and not take the first swing.

Mr. Hastings called me to the office during the last class to ask me the same question about my collar as the rest of them. He had an odd look about him when I left the room, but as I was late for Master Sloan's lesson, I put it out of my mind.

On my way there, I saw a dog playing in a yard and I recalled about what Brian called me. I thought about all that makes up a dog; loyalty, caring, most of them were pretty smart, independent and yet dependent at the same time, and territorial. Then I thought about why it would be so bad to be called one. Besides how they mark their territory, I couldn't think of any reason. It didn't bother me so much after that.

Master Sloan told me that until the next grades came out, no more S&M fun. I was disappointed, but understood the reason for it; discipline. I was still nude with the bindings on, but that was all. I did get disciplined with the crop if I moved during one of my lessons, though. The problem with that, was that my cock would respond while in my chastity device. Now, the only time I was able to remove that damn thing was when I first arrived there at his house so I could clean my cock, but it went right back on after I was dry.

And that became my routine; workout, school, lessons, dinner, dishes, and studies. The weekends were not much fun, either; calisthenics, slave training, martial arts, and gymnastics all Saturday afternoons. And they were rigorously physical. I was sore every single Saturday night when I crashed after a little more studying. And Sunday afternoons were for studying as well, so fun was on the bottom rung of the ladder for the time being.

I did complete something my master told me to do; my safeword. I finally got it, and I actually have Brad to thank for it. It was the second Sunday after the fiasco with my report card and we were going to lunch from church. We were stopped at a traffic light and Brad got impatient, as usual.

"Why can't we just 'go', Dad?" he asked with a whinny voice.

"Because the light's red, son," he said, patiently. Of course he was patient with him; he was the son he preferred. It was a constant source of irritation for me. I may have gotten his name, but Brad got his personality.

"So?"

"So, red means 'stop', Bra…," I said, ceasing in mid-word. It hit me right then. I looked out the window, thinking to myself. "Red means 'stop'."

"No duh, Trae," he sarcastically shot back.

"Knock it off, boys," Dad said from the driver's seat, cutting off the argument before it got started.

To be honest, I wasn't going to respond to Brad's jab. I was too full of thoughts about my safeword. I ran to my room after returning from lunch and shot through a dictionary. I liked the idea of using red, but wanted something unique; smart. Nothing I saw gave me much help. Frustrated by that small failure, I returned to my normal studies; I had a test the next day and I had to prepare for it.

Later that week, an idea hit me; another language. I sifted through the school's small library until I found what I was looking for. They had a small section of books on translations; very small. It had only Spanish, German and Latin. Spanish was out; rojo. German was worse; rot. I was getting discouraged again.

Hoping against hope, I pulled the Latin dictionary out and flipped through it. I looked down the page and finally found 'red'. I glanced across and saw what it stood for in Latin. It was like a thunderbolt from the heavens; easily remembered, spoken and heard if gagged. I slammed the book closed and almost jumped in the air in triumph. I'm sure I pissed off the librarian with that, but that was the farthest thing on my mind.

I thought about telling my master about it, but then thought again. There was still time before Master Nathan was due to return to the house. My master told me that he wasn't due back until the second Friday of December. When I looked on my calendar in my binder, I saw that it was the Friday after my next report card came out. Naturally.

That Saturday, I asked Master Sloan something that had been on my mind since I first saw it.

"Master, may I ask a question?" I asked, remembering my protocols. He nodded. "Where did you get that katana sword?"

His eyes went in that direction, but when they returned to me, they were softer.

"You do well on your report card and then I'll tell you," he said, wistfully.

"Uh!" I gasped out in frustration. There were times that I could get away with things like that, and this was one of those times. "You are so frustrating at times, Master!"

He had a sly smile on his face, and I was looking at him out of the corner of my eyes. He walked over and kissed gently on the lips.

"I know." And that was to be the end of that conversation.

The month of November shot through like a bullet train. One minute it was there, the next, I was waking up for Thanksgiving Day. I climbed out of bed and headed into the kitchen after getting dressed. I had to be a little careful, as my butt had three marks on it from not standing still the previous day. I was excited at four whole days without studies and couldn't concentrate very well. As I walked into the kitchen, I had a thought.

"Mom?" I asked, turning the corner into the cooking area to help however I could.

"Yes, Trae?"

"Could Master Sloan join us? Cody's out of town with his mom's family and he's kind of all alone. Please?" I asked, but not whining.

"I don't see why not, Trae. Go ask your father what he thinks."

I excitedly asked him and he nodded. Without thinking, I hugged his neck and ran to the phone in my parents' bedroom for some privacy. When my master picked up the call, I asked him.

"Holidays are for families, Daniel; enjoy yours," he said. He sounded a little down.

"But, sir, you're part of my family," I told him. There was silence on the other end. It was long enough for me to think the connection had been cut.

"I would be honored, Daniel," he said, thickly.

He arrived about an hour later, with a covered dish. My mom was appreciative of his efforts. I was just glad he was here. The only problem, was that he was here and I couldn't get close to him like I wanted. I had to keep my distance.

My dad sat with him and they discussed the games that were to play that afternoon. The only one that concerned my brother and my dad was the Dallas Cowboys game. Normally, it would've held my interest, but now it didn't seem all that important. I set the table, as Master Sloan taught me, and helped my mom with the food when it was ready.

When lunch was ready, my dad said the blessing, as usual.

"And thank you for my master," I added in my mind. It may have been a childish add-on, but I didn't care. I'd hoped God would've understood.

As we watched the games, I sat next to Master Sloan, but didn't even consider touching him in any affectionate way. I looked at him only when he said something, but tried to keep my facial expressions as plain as possible. It might seem a little suspicious if I swooned to him, or blew him a kiss.

Master Sloan stayed the entire day and left after the end of the second football game and dinner. My mom actually gave him some leftover food. I was embarrassed by that, but he seemed grateful to her. One of the most important things I learned from him was to respect others; no matter their station in life. I offered to walk him to his car and he accepted.

"Thanks for coming, Master," I said, forcing myself to keep my hands behind my back.

"And thank you for inviting me, little slave," he said with a sly smirk.

I gave him a casual hug good-bye and told him I would see him the next day. I so wanted to hold onto him, but thought that my parents were probably watching. A 'manly' hug I could get away with, but anything else was too risky.

That following Friday was the last day of the reporting period. During the past six weeks, a lot of things of note had happened. One, my slave training progressed very well. At this time, I was able to hold one position for twenty minutes without moving a single muscle. For time's sake, he had me in only one position a day and rotated them daily. My servant's duties and knowledge also improved dramatically. I was able to do just about anything a normal servant could. I also learned certain protocols that went along with this lifestyle and when I had to use them.

Second, I was getting stronger and faster, but didn't realize how much so until that day. My martial arts studies had moved beyond simple blocking schemes into offensive moves as well. But he told me not to try them out just yet. I agreed. Third, I had to endure a lot of teasing from my classmates concerning my collar. Brian and his duo of flatterers especially made my lot difficult. Day in and day out it seemed his sole purpose was to mess with me. I was just thankful that when school was over, he lived the opposite direction of my chosen path to my master's house.

On that special Friday, my principal called me into his office before I left for the day. I got "oooed" at again, but made my way there, nonplussed by it. I figured I was in trouble for something, but couldn't think of anything specific, so I didn't worry about it until I arrived.

"Have a seat, Trae," he said and I sat across from him. He handed me the card that held my future in it.

"We're not supposed to get those till Monday, sir," I said, worried that it held significant bad news. I had been keeping track of most of my grades, so I knew I was doing better. So something else had to be wrong with it, then.

"Go on and take it, Trae," he said, still holding it out to me. I did. "Open it." I took a deep breath and got the shock of the week when the paper fell open. For the first time in my scholastic career, my marks read six A's. Straight A's. Me!

I jumped out of my chair and ran around to him and gave him an extremely tight hug around his neck. I squeezed like no one's business with tears coming out of my eyes. I just couldn't hold them back. Over six weeks of sacrifice had paid off big time! I had made it through the fire! When I came to my senses, I retracted my arms like he was covered in porcupine quills.

"I'm so sorry, sir," I said, both embarrassed and a little scared of what he might think of me.

He turned and smiled good-naturedly. He gave me a tissue from his desk and I wiped my eyes with it.

"It's okay, Trae, I understand. Your teachers have been very impressed with your work lately. But, I do want to talk to you about this before you get drunk in celebration."

I choked out a small laugh and resumed my seat. I picked up the card and stared at all six A's again; totally unbelieving that I had done it.

"Um, Trae?" I heard a cautious voice say, and I raised my head to him.

"Oh, sorry, sir," I said, giving him my undivided attention, acquired from two month's slave's training.

"Okay, I and your teachers feel that the group you're in now won't challenge you enough, so starting on Monday, you're going to be in Group 2. If you do well there, we'll see about Group 1 for the next semester. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me, sir," I said, with a grin on my face. It was definitely something to strive for besides pleasing my master.

"Okay, good. Come here to my office on Monday, and you'll get your new schedule then."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He let me take my report card with me and I practically ran from the office. The secretary told me on Monday that all she saw was a streak of blue fly by her desk when I left. I ran as fast as I could away from that place that day. I just needed a break from it. I wasn't putting anything off, just needed something else on my mind. I hit the door to the outside world just as the bell released everyone else.

I couldn't stop running till I came to a point about halfway to Master Sloan's. I needed a breather, now. I had been running pall mall for longer than I ever had before, but also farther. I didn't realize it until right then. My legs had gotten stronger from all the workouts and exercises I had been doing for the previous two months. It was then that I realized I had changed more than I was aware of.

I thought about running the rest of the way there, but rethought about it after a second. After a sly smile, I came up with an idea. I delayed purposefully. I took my time to look around at everything around me. I even bent down at one point and picked a dandelion. When I knew it had been longer than normal time to get to Master's, I headed in that direction.

Going against my custom, I walked in and just waited by the door. I had the report card and collar in my hands in front of my crotch. And I waited. I knew he'd see me like this immediately.

"You're late, Daniel," he said, coming around the corner. He looked at the way I was dressed and standing. Then he saw the card.

"Don't tell me…," he said warningly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Carpenter," I said, working myself into a fit. "I just wanted to show you why I couldn't come back."

He didn't say a word. He just stalked over to me and grabbed both the collar and card out of my hands. He angrily flipped the card open. To say he was stunned would've been like saying the Sahara is warm. He finally looked over the top of the card to me, and I couldn't help myself but snigger.

"Why you little…," was all he said and made a lunge for me.

I squealed and ran away from him, laughing all the time. He chased me around the house until I slipped in the kitchen and slid into the cabinet. I winced, but got up laughing.

He grabbed me in his arms and hugged me tight. I returned the gesture overwhelmingly. Although we had hugged and kissed several times, during this time, I resisted the urge to make it more. I felt like I had to prove myself to him again before anything further progressed in this department. It was a while before leaned back to look him in the eye.

"Did I really have you fooled, Master?"

"When am I going to learn to not underestimate you, boy?" he rhetorically asked with a sense of utter pride.

"I knew you had brains, Daniel," he said, setting me on my feet again.

"Yes, sir, but the problem is that now you're gonna expect it all the time."

"You got that right, kid," he said, smiling again.

"I may slip a little next period, though, sir."

"Why's that?" he asked, suddenly suspicious of me.

"They're bumping me up a group," I told him as I began undressing there in the kitchen, beginning with my shoes.

"Up a group?"

I nodded and explained the four groups to him.

"And I was in the third group, and now they're putting me in the second," I finished off with.

"So, what you're telling me is, that you did that poorly in the group that was almost the worst of them."

I caught his tone and suddenly became very afraid. I froze while removing my shirt. I could see him through the material, and I didn't like the look he was giving me. I lowered my shirt back down and looked down in utter shame.

"Yes, Master," was all I could come up with. Why did I even begin this part of the conversation? Why couldn't I've just left well enough alone?

"What do you think I should do about this?" he asked, dangerously.

"I don't know, sir," I said, getting worked up again, but this time it was for real.

Without saying a word, he walked over to me. I was so afraid he was going to do what he had threatened almost two months ago. I began trembling from head to toe at what he was about to say. He leaned down to look me square in the eye.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he asked, then kissed me.

It took a second to realize what had just happened. I backed off from him to part the kiss and he was sniggering.

"Ooo! YOU!" He laughed and took off and it was my turn to give chase.

He led me up the stairs and I chased him into his bedroom. As I ran through the door, it shut behind me. I turned just in time to see him grab me and carry me to his bed. I was callously thrown on the bed and I bounced a little ways away from him. When I rolled over, I saw him standing at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. I got the hint.

I eased out of my own shirt as his was being pulled from his shoulders. I crawled over to him and sat up to kiss his hair-rimmed nipples. He moaned at the attention and his hands found their way to my back. I began playing with the partner nipple on the other side with the smooth touch of my hand. He responded very well and he pulled me closer to him.

I had to release his chest mounds as he pulled me to him. But my favorite place to be was as close to him as possible. My smooth chest met his and I wrapped my arms around his neck again. I placed my mouth next to his ear, and with all the courage in my body, I offered myself to him one more time.

"Can we do it now, please?" I asked softly. I was hoping he got my implication. He did.

"Not yet, Daniel, but soon."

I pulled back to look at him again. How much longer was I going to have to wait for this? I knew that having patience was important, but this was going to the extreme, in my opinion.

"But, sir…," I began, but he cut me off.

"Daniel, you've just spent six weeks studying your butt off and you're feeling on top of the world from its results right now. If this were to happen today, it would ruin all that you've worked for over the past few months. Give yourself some time to enjoy all that you've done. When I take you like that, I want it to be special for you and stand on its own. It will always be there, and I'm not going anywhere, either."

I nodded.

"I hope not, Master."

He kissed me again and we embraced. I moved down to play with his chest again, but he lifted me back up. I didn't know what he was doing, until he laid me down on my back. I tried to rise back up, but he used his hand to tell me to stay where I was. Now I was really confused, but obeyed again.

He reached down and undid my jeans. I lifted my butt up to allow him to pull them off my slender legs. My cock was fighting with me again, but I hoped he was going to take my belt off, so I didn't counter it. As I watched him take my jeans, my eyes were able to take in both his hairy chest and my smooth one.

"Master, do you think I'll ever have a chest like yours?"

"It's possible, Daniel, but don't get in such a rush to grow up. To be honest, I like you like this; hairless." He had dropped my jeans to the floor at the foot of the bed and began moving back onto it.

"Yeah, but I still got hair on my head, Master," I said with a slight smirk. I moved upward to lay my head on one of his pillows.

"True, but I could shave that off, you know," he said with that look that always had me worried.

"You wouldn't, Master; would you?" I shockingly asked. God, I hoped not.

"I could, but I doubt that I will. I usually only do that if it helps my slave in some way. Besides, I like your blond hair."

I breathed easier at that comment. I saw him reach into his pocket and retrieve the key to my chastity belt. I broadened into a huge smile at that. Even though I didn't think he would hold it against me; I almost turned my body over in anticipation. Instead, I made my body lay still; waiting for his order.

"Turn over, Daniel," he said with a look of pride. I think he caught what had just gone through my mind.

I turned over and felt two clicks. My belt fell away and I rolled back to facing upward. The nasty thing was taken from my boyhood and I gasped at the sudden freedom. Just as luck would have it, his heating system kicked in, and air blew over my unchained loins. I sighed under the newness of it.

Once the medieval torture device was cast to the side of the bed, my cock was free to grow as it wished. And I let it do just that. I looked at the little guy with admiration for putting up with its captivity so well over the previous six weeks. But now it was making an announcement of independence.

"Looks like someone likes the air," he remarked, looking down at it.

"I'm sure it's not going to complain about it, Master," I said, smiling back to him.

Assuming I could play with it, I reached over for the baby oil, but Master Sloan stopped me again. I turned back to him again, in confusion. He lowered his large torso down to me and began kissing my own chest nubs. God, it felt great for someone to do that to me, for a change.

As he kissed and licked and sucked on my nubs, I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the sensations he was giving me. Another feeling hit me when his hand touched my stiff rod. It was pure electricity shooting through me. After being denied these feelings for so long, it was like I had never felt them before. One nipple was tended to, then the other; back and forth, he never neglected either one of them for long.

Then, as I had my eyes closed to his manipulations, I felt his mouth work its way downward to my preteen sex organ. A brief delay at the navel for a tongue-tickle and then he continued. I felt his hot breath wash over my genitalia and in a quick flash all of it was enveloped by warmth.

I groaned out in ecstasy from the sensations I had been denied for so long. My legs were raised to bend at the knees and spread open wider, and then my feet were placed back down on the covers. I spread them as wide as I possibly could to allow my master free access to any part of that area he wanted. Man, it had been so long, I just couldn't refute anything he wanted to do to me.

My genitals were lovingly spit out and just my almond sized balls were kissed a few times before he migrated to my taint. A swath of his tongue sent renewed shivers through me.

"Hand me a pillow, Daniel," he said and I nodded, quickly giving him what he asked for. While we were stopped for a moment, he also asked for the baby oil. I got it, but he didn't use it right away.

The pillow was placed under my butt to raise my middle off the bed a little. It put things that he wanted closer to his reach. Another lick across my sensitive mid-skin had me closing my eyes again to his molestations. An unexpected move had me groaning and opening my eyes in disbelief; my anal barrier was being tongue-washed.

"God, Master, that feels good," I moaned out to him. It certainly encouraged him to 'dig' more into me. Thank God I was clean back there.

His tongue rimmed me all around the areole of my most sacred of places. With some pressure, he began worming his tongue into me. I gasped at the new sensation and reached down to begin stroking myself, but a slap of his hand brought that to a real quick end. I looked down with a furrowed brow. He pulled his tongue back out briefly.

"I own that, remember?" he said with a look to compliment the rhetorical question.

"Yes, Master," I said and retracted my hands fully from that area.

He was too low on my body to do anything with them for him, so, as I couldn't play with my cock, and I figured that included my nipples, too, I put them behind my head. It was aggravating, but he was my master, and I had to obey. He reinserted his tongue and I just closed my eyes and let him work over my young body as he pleased.

His tongue-lashing lasted another few minutes or so, but it could've gone on forever in my opinion. He pulled it out and ran it up to my petite sized nuts and back to licking my boy stick. I began reaching down to put my hands on his head, but he stopped me.

"Put them back, Daniel," he said and I did. I had to grip my own hair in restraint to his manipulations from there on.

His mouth began working my rod over again as I felt a finger knocking at my backdoor again. He ran it all over my sphincter muscle without slipping it inside. After a minute or two, I assumed he was waiting for my permission and I began wiggling my butt downward to fit it inside. He pulled it back some to tell me I was wrong in my assumption. I opened my eyes in question.

"Ask for it, Daniel," he said.

"Could you put it inside me, please, Master?"

"Why?" Now, that was both unexpected and unkind. I thought about it and gave the answer I thought he wanted.

"I want it, sir," I said, hoping that would satisfy him. It didn't.

"Want it?"

I squirmed under his penetrating gaze.

"Need it," I corrected in a small voice.

"Why?" he asked again. Normally, most men would be ecstatic to have a willing ten-year-old that wants to get fucked, but he was asking questions about it.

Exasperated, I flopped my arms to the side and then thought about it. Why did I need it? After all, I had offered myself to him on numerous occasions. Why? Why was it so important for me to have him inside me?

"Because I need you to know how much I really need you, Master," I said with as much earnestness as I could.

With that, he gave a slight push and his finger slipped inside me. I moaned and closed my eyes again. It was only his finger, but it filled me as full as I could handle. I already knew he was right about him having sex with me, but this reiterated it handsomely.

I replaced my hands behind my head as to not be tempted to do anything he didn't want me to do. He worked it around as gently as he could and sawed it into me until it was as far inside me as it could go. He also never let up on licking my cock.

When his finger had totally completed its journey into me, he vacuumed my boyhood back into his warm mouth. Another groan escaped my throat. I began really squirming under his treatments. I tried to stay still, but it became increasingly difficult. After some time of sawing into my nether region with his finger and sucking my cock with his mouth, I reached the edge of rapture.

"Uuuuhhh!" was about all I could get out.

Knowing how sensitive a cock is after cumming, my master let off and released it. He was about to pull his finger out, but I reached down and stopped him.

"Please don't, Master; I like it there," I said, sitting up and looking him in the face.

"Alright," he said, but moved it around a little to make it more comfortable for him.

I continued to lean forward towards him. And with the agility he had taught me so far, I was able to move onto all fours, facing him, and still keep his finger inside me. He had taken care of me, and I wouldn't be a good slave not to reciprocate.

I pulled up and gave him another solid kiss on the lips. We tongue wrestled for a while and I moved downward to his twin brown headlights. As I wanted to do earlier, I reached down and undid his pants. They fell down his legs and he kicked out of them without even looking down.

His magnificent cock stood out proud at me. I smiled at it and lowered my supple mouth to it. Treating it like the king that it was, I kissed the tip, tasting his prelude to something better later. I pulled forward a little to put my knees under me better so I could use both hands and my mouth for him. There were going to be times that I would lose my balance, but on the whole I wanted the use of both hands on him.

One was used to stroke what cock I couldn't fit into my mouth. And the other was to lovingly stroke his sperm factory. Repeating the actions he used on me, I worked him over for as long as it took. I licked his manhood from tip to base and back again, and then swallowed it whole. I then released it for another licking and stroking, then back in my mouth. I gagged a few times, but otherwise performed perfectly.

He restarted my motor by working his finger that was still inside me. My cock was back for more attention, no matter what I had to say about it. I still made sure his was more important than mine, though. We worked each other for a good long time before I heard him getting close to peaking.

He softly groaned out his climax and I prepared for the shooting of semen into my oral cavity. I swallowed every drop he fired into me. Two more strokes had me over my apex as well. After shuddering through it, I collapsed onto the bedcover to recover. This time, I did nothing as he finally removed his finger from me. It felt good inside, but it was time I was wholly my own self again.

And that was the last time I ever had to worry about my school grades.

Chapter Nine
Cody and Nathan

"Master?" I asked. We were now lying next to each other at the head of the bed. He was next to me, lightly stroking my back as I lay on my belly. It always felt good when he did this to me.

"Hm?"

"How many slaves have you had?"

"A few."

"Any like me?"

"Daniel, there's no one else like you in the world," he said with a smirk.

"And thank God for that," I countered. He lightly laughed. "But I meant ones my age, sir."

"Only Cody. The others were at least in their mid-teens when I found them." He was content to let that stand on its own accord. "Speaking of which, Cody's going to be here next Friday to help you when Master Nathan comes to visit."

"Cody's going to be here?" I asked, excited at the prospect of finally meeting him.

"Yep, and you might want to ask your parents if you can stay the night."

"Well, after seeing my report card, they shouldn't have a problem with it."

"Good." He continued stroking my back for a while until he remembered something. "Have you chosen a safeword, yet?"

I grinned sheepishly at him.

"I should've known," he said, rolling his eyes. "Well, what is it?"

"Can I wait until next Friday, sir? Since it was Master Nathan's idea."

"Sounds fair to me."

We stayed like that for a while until it was time for me to go home again. As an extra reward, he gave me my own copy of the key to my chastity device and bindings. It was kept in the leather of my collar. It made things easier when I needed to remove them. I headed home with high, lifted spirits. My mom was cooking dinner this time (I was a little late after the day's frivolities). I put my backpack down and smiled at her.

"Need some help, ma'am?" I asked with a smile.

"Well, aren't you in a good mood?"

"I have a reason to be," I said, handing her the card.

Looking at me with a side glance, she took it and opened it. A smile broke out on her face as she handed it back to me.

"I knew you could do it, Trae," she said. "Go show your father."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well done, Trae," he said after looking at it. I got a 'manly' hug and a tousle of my hair for my efforts. Thank God for Master Sloan's trophy. Was it no wonder I needed him in my life? I wondered if it would've hurt my dad to actually touch me in a genuinely affectionate manner.

"Yes, sir," I said, a little disappointed.

He signed the card and handed it back to me. I turned and left the room for my books and my own bedroom. I shed a quick tear and made it stop after that. I wasn't going to feel sorry for myself because my father had a problem with showing any love. He probably fucked my mom in some stolid fashion as well.

I told my parents about Cody coming to stay with Master Sloan the next weekend and asked if I could stay the night. They didn't have a problem with it, as I figured.

The next day, I couldn't concentrate on my martial arts very well, and hit my head hard on the floor after he swept my leg for the third time. Frustrated, I got back up, seeing some stars.

"What's on your mind, Daniel?" he finally asked.

"It's just my dad, Sensei," I answered.

"Problem?"

"Not really, sir," I said and told him about the 'hug' after he saw my marks.

"Some men can't really show their feelings very well, Daniel. They think that it makes them look weak somehow."

"That's stupid. You show your feelings and you're the strongest man I've ever known."

"Well, thanks for that, but I'm made different," he said, sort of beaming with pride and solemn with something else. I thought I had hurt him somehow without intending, so I let it go, but he didn't. "Whenever you want or need affection, just come see me. I've got plenty to spare."

"I will, Master," I said, uncharacteristically calling him that in the dojo.

"Good. Now, can we get back to the training?"

I didn't answer; I just did a kneeling round-house and swept his feet out from under him. I knew I was going to pay for that, but I took advantage of it anyway. I smirked as he rolled over to look at me. I then had no choice but to pay attention the rest of the lesson or he would've sent me to the hospital. He didn't give me an inch.

The following Monday morning had me in the principal's office getting my new class schedule. It was the same teachers, but just rearranged differently. My teachers accommodated me effectively into their new classes. I also didn't bother with removing the collar any more. I figured; why bother?

The only problem I had with that schedule was that Brian was in all of my classes with me. But, by this time, I was pretty much used to Brian and the idiots that followed him around, so I just ignored them as if they were stains on a wall. And after getting the fantastic marks, nothing they did or said made any difference to me.

Friday morning had me packing a second shirt for the night. I got the feeling that I probably wouldn't need it, though. When I got to Master Sloan's house, I found him not there. On top of my things, he left a note telling me what I needed to do to get ready for the evening while he picked up Cody from school. There was another set of bindings and a collar on a chair next to mine. I wondered who those could be for…

I had just finished up getting things ready when a car pulled into the drive. I looked out the window from the formal dining room to see my master and a boy that was about my age walk up the sidewalk.

"Welcome home, Master," I said, opening the front door and ushering the two inside.

"Thank you, Daniel. This is Cody." I nodded to him and he nodded back as I was being introduced to him.

"Still in the chastity, eh?" he asked with a slight smile.

"Unfortunately," I said with a sly smile of my own.

"Alright, boys, we have a dinner to prepare. You can talk later."

"Yes, Master," we chorused. We looked at each other and sniggered.

"Ooo; in stereo, too. I like that."

Both Cody and I rolled our eyes at the comment. I liked him immediately. I watched him as he undressed and then I helped him put his bindings on.

He and I were of the same build; tall and lanky. I was a slightly bit more defined. I got the impression that he didn't take the martial arts training that I did. He had cold black hair that was just beyond shoulder-blade-length and pulled back into a tail. Unlike Brad and myself, I guess his dad's more up with today's styles of hair. He kind of reminded me a little of Harry, but much better looking and no glasses.

When he was dressed in his bindings and collar and nothing else, we began helping our master with the dinner. It didn't take long, so we were soon on our way to having it cooking. He told us to go enjoy ourselves until Master Nathan arrived.

"Wish we could," I said slyly to Cody under my breath. Master Sloan caught it and smiled.

"You can take the belt off later so you can enjoy yourself a little, Daniel."

"Like the last time Master Nathan was here, Master?" I asked with a smirk.

"No. If you can curb the sarcasm for the evening, I'll truly let you enjoy yourselves later on, little slave."

"Yes, Master," I said with some excitement.

"What happened the last time?" Cody asked me as we walked into the family room together.

"He had me jack off about four times in a row for their amusement."

"Ouch!" he commented, wincing a little.

"Tell me about it. He told me I fainted after the last one."

We walked around a little until I saw the sword on the mantle again and remembered what he told me the previous month.

"Master, you haven't told me about this sword in here."

"You're correct, Daniel; I haven't," and didn't elaborate further.

"Will you tell me now?" I asked, rolling my eyes again. He snickered.

"Very well," he said as Cody and I walked back into the kitchen. I thought that I could perhaps get away with sitting on one of the stools, but decided against it.

"It's a specially made sword only given to those who win a Kumite. A Kumite is an illegal fighting competition held once every five years. The next one is in two years from this coming summer."

"Why's it illegal, Master?" Cody and I were standing side by side in our relaxed pose, listening.

"Because there are no rules, save one; win. Some people don't walk away from it."

"You mean some people die from it, sir?" I asked, trying to get confirmation on this.

"That's the other reason it's illegal, Daniel," he said, nodding. "Traditionally, it was just for the Oriental countries' fighters, but last time, they opened it up for others."

"And you won it, right?" I asked; thrilled at the idea of being trained by someone who won one of those.

"No. I never did fight in one. My sensei fought a long time ago, and when he died, he gave me the sword." It was close enough for me.

"Can I fight in one, Master?" I asked; getting excited at the prospect of earning one of those swords for myself.

"We'll see, Daniel," he said, smiling to himself.

The next hour, I thought of nothing else but winning a katana sword for myself. A car pulled in about that time, and I knew who it was; Master Nathan. I went to the door and opened it for him.

"Welcome, Master Nathan," I said with a smile. I took his coat for him and laid it on a chair in the living room.

"Thank you, Daniel. You're looking good," he said, traipsing his eyes all over me. I got the implication.

"I try my best, sir," I told him. He snickered and I led him to my master in the kitchen.

Remembering the drink he liked, I got it and brought one to him and a refill to my own master. Cody took the food to the dinning room table. I helped him after the drinks were delivered. The two men took their conversation to the dinning room and began eating. Cody was lined up behind Master Nathan and me behind mine.

"So, boy, have you picked a safeword, yet?" Master Nathan asked half way through the meal.

As I had learned the protocols, I turned to look at my master before answering. He nodded.

"Yes, sir," I said, smirking.

"Well?" he asked. Deep subject for such a shallow mind. I let the comment pass without voicing it. I answered simply instead.

"This slave's safeword is 'rutilus', sir."

"What?" both men asked, turning to me in acute surprise.

"Rutilus, Master," I said to him alone.

"What does that mean?"

"It's Latin for 'red', sir. And red means stop in traffic laws, so, why not here?"

"You know Latin?" Master Nathan asked, suspiciously.

"No, sir, I had to look it up in the school's library, as skimpy as that was."

"Well, I like it," Master Sloan said simply. "It shows imagination."

"I'd have to give the boy credit; he came up with a unique one."

My master nodded; as impressed as Master Nathan. Even Cody was impressed. I was definitely sure of myself after that.

The two men finished dinner and Cody and I cleared the table. At one point, I was walking through the door to the kitchen with a glass and Cody was coming back through to get another dish. We collided together at the door. The glass flew out of my hand and I had to do a juggling act that would've been the pride of any clown or it would've dropped to the floor.

"Well, that was more entertaining than any Stooges movie," Master Nathan said after I finally caught the glass after four attempted bounces.

The four of us sniggered and the meal finished without further incident. Master Sloan removed my chastity belt as the two men moved into the family room. Cody and I finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and moved into the room as well. Cody assumed his place next to Master Nathan while I knelt next to my master in his sofa again. Two puppies present for two masters.

Master Sloan began doing his thing with his hand again. Both my cock and I loved the attention, but I was determined to win this one without the chastity in place. Although I felt what he was doing, I focused only on mundane things to control my stiffening rod. In the beginning, it appeared that it was winning, but I was resilient. I won after a while, thinking of only my master's pleasure; not mine.

It wasn't that I was worried about having a repeat performance of the last time; I just made up my mind that it wasn't going to happen for a while that night. If at all. If he told me to do something with it, then I would, but I had to show him I could master myself.

"Enjoying yourself, Daniel?" Master Nathan asked while playing with Cody's cock.

As I was on Master Sloan's right, Cody was on Master Nathan's left. He had put him on all-fours immediately upon kneeling beside him. And I had been watching him play with my counterpart's cock for the past ten minutes. The boy had gotten stiff, but made no move to show that he enjoyed it or wanted more. Talk about disciplined. I had seen what was happening, but trying to discipline my mind not to make my cock respond. It wasn't easy, but I was actually winning.

I looked to my master before answering and he nodded.

"Yes, sir, Master Nathan," I answered. He leaned forward and looked down at my soft cock under me.

"It doesn't look it, boy," he said simply, but with a tone of mild interest.

"Looks can be deceiving, Master Nathan," I said, but keeping my countenance straight.

Both men chortled and even Cody managed a slight smile, but wiped it off quickly before our master saw it.

"He is a gem," Master Nathan said upon getting control of himself again.

"Yes, he is," my master said, stroking the back of my hair lovingly. My cock twitched as my attention wavered momentarily, but I made sure it was only but a moment. "Hard, isn't it, Daniel?"

"Not yet, sir," I said, still trying to maintain control.

This time laughter was the response, and Cody allowed himself a snicker as well.

"We'll just see about that, boy," Master Sloan said, sort of dangerously, but I got the feeling it wasn't all that. "Get up into the same position as Cody."

"Yes, sir," I said and complied.

I knew just where his hand was going to go and he wasted no time in putting it there. He gently stroked my cock as I battled for control over it. I was actually winning for a while, but somewhere in there, my natural instincts began to take over. My dick lengthened and I could do nothing about it.

"Did I tell you to get hard, boy?" Master Sloan asked.

"No, sir."

"And are you hard, boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"And just why's that?"

"Because this slave couldn't help himself, sir," I said, hoping he was going where I thought he was going.

"I see. And what should I do about this, boy?" Yep.

"Your slave deserves a punishment, sir."

"For what?"

"For disobeying his master, sir."

"Good answer, boy. Go get your punishment tool."

"Yes, sir."

I leaned back into a kneeling position and stood up. I retrieved the crop he likes (and I like) to use on me and brought it back to him. I assumed the 'offering' pose, to present it to my lord. He took it and had me take up my punishment pose. As I knew he was right handed and was going to use that hand, I turned around to face the opposite direction before getting down to it. My cock was as hard as a rock in anticipation.

SWAT!

"One, Master."

And so it began. My pole got even stiffer as the second swat landed and I counted it.

"You like this, don't you, boy?" Master Nathan asked.

"No, sir," I said after getting permission to answer.

"Are you lying to me, boy?" he asked, getting a threatening tone that I had heard the last time.

SWAT!

"Three, Master," I said and then answered Master Nathan. "No, sir!"

"Then explain to me why your cock is getting stiffer!"

SWAT!

"Four, Master," I counted out. "Because it has a mind of its own, sir."

"It certainly does, boy," he mused.

SWAT! Now some tears were gathering in my eyes.

"Five, Master," I said through gritted teeth.

"UUh," was heard from behind me and off to my right.

"You came, didn't you, boy?" Master Nathan asked Cody.

"Yes, sir," he gasped out.

SWAT!

"Six, Master," gritting my teeth even harder.

"You like to see him get this?" Another question from him to Cody.

"Yes, sir," he said, guiltily. Great; just great.

"Why don't we let the boy finish that one's punishment, Sloan?"

"Excellent idea, Nathan."

What??! Oh, I knew better than to move, but this was definitely unexpected. One thing was for sure, my erection liked it.

Cody was told to go to stand beside me opposite from Master. I had to turn around again and face the opposite direction. I felt the crop just barely touch my already reddened ass as Cody lined the crop up to it to take aim.

"Go light on him and I'll double it for you, Cody," Master Sloan told him. Wonderful.

He pulled it back and let it fly.

SWAT! Man that hurt even more and the tears that had been gathering let loose.

"SSSSSSSSSS!!! UUUUUHHH!! Seven, Master Sloan!" I bellowed out, reminding Cody who was really the master here; and it wasn't him.

"Not quite so hard, Cody," Master Sloan told him.

"Yes, Master," he answered back.

I looked to my master in question. He raised an eyebrow.

"Go on."

"This slave is fine, Master," I said, but was breathing hard. My tears were falling, but it was true.

"Well, okay, then. Go ahead, Cody."

Regret was not going to be a part of this equation. I knew how hard he was going to hit me, and I knew I could take it. But it did hurt significantly more. Number eight nailed me right on a particular tender spot. I grimaced at it, but sounded out the count right on cue.

I was surprised at the strength his wiry frame contained. I was getting built up, yes, but he was showing some serious muscle. If I wasn't in some serious degree of pain, I might've been more impressed. The ninth one landed lower, and harder.

"NINE, Master!" I sounded.

Number ten was significantly lighter and I turned to Cody, questioningly. I may have had tears running down my face, but I was loving the sensations it was having on my boyhood.

"He's right, Cody. Go ahead."

"Yes, sir." And a final hard blow was delivered to my red-lined ass.

"TEN, Master," I said, actually relieved.

"Return the crop."

"Yes, Master," I said. I turned and stood in my 'offering' pose and Cody laid the instrument in my hands. It was replaced and by the time I returned to my master's side, Cody resumed his place as well.

"Well, that was fun to watch," Master Nathan said with as smile. Oh, yes, definitely fun.

My master had me sit in his lap as opposed to kneeling by his side on the floor. I winced a little at the pain when I did, but leaned back against him nonetheless afterward. He draped his arms over my shoulders and laid them in my lap. When his hand brushed my swollen prick, I moaned in minor pleasure.

"Boy!" Master Sloan barked and snapped his fingers at Cody. "Get over here and take care of him." He pointed down to my cock when he sent the command.

I smirked, but not to Cody; more to myself. I reached back and grabbed Master Sloan behind his neck to hold on. I turned and gave him a kiss right before Cody arrived. My master kissed me back and turned me back around to enjoy the pleasures of a boy my age blowing me.

I opened my legs and placed them outside the master's. Cody had crawled over and was now kneeling down in front of us. A warm sensation seconds later told me that his mouth was primed for taking my boyhood into it. I gripped my master's neck harder in anticipation to Cody's sucking on me.

I moaned like a bitch in heat as a warm, tight mouth engulfed my hard stick. I relaxed a little and just held on. But Master Sloan wouldn't have any relaxing on my part, yet. His hands went to my brown chest nubs and began playing with them. They were already diamond-hard again, so playing with them turned me on even further. I felt him move his hands into pinching them and I hummed at the dull pain.

"Harder, please, Master," I whispered into his ear. He obliged me nicely. The added pressure hurt, sure, but it built onto the already large heap pill of sensations that had been building for the past twenty minutes or so.

As it had been a week since I had been allowed to cum, and all the sensations assaulting my body, it didn't take long to climax. I gave in to vocalizing my feelings as the sensations washed over me. It was a loud groan, but it suited my purpose at the time. Cody released my cock in due time and I calmed down afterward.

"Thank you, Master," I said with a kiss to his cheek to follow.

"Shouldn't you be thanking Cody, Daniel?" he asked. I looked down to my new friend and back to Master Sloan.

"No, sir. After all, that slave did damage your property." I smirked back down at him.

All three snickered and we simply relaxed for a few minutes. Master Sloan had his arms still around me while I melted into his chest. Cody returned to Master Nathan's side and sat in a kneeling posture.

"So, boy, has your master fucked you yet?" Master Nathan asked after a few minutes' rest.

"No, sir, not yet," I said, sort of showing my disappointment.

"Don't be in too much of a hurry for it, Daniel. It'll be there soon enough."

"Yes, sir, I just wish I could get the mystery over with." This was more the conversation mode and I was allowed a little leeway.

"You should be so lucky that you have a master that's willing to take his time, boy. Some wouldn't bother."

"Yes, sir, I am grateful for that fact and I know my master cares for me. I just keep thinking that there's something I'm missing out on."

"Fair enough, young one."

Chapter Ten
Swinging and Believing

Our guest remained for a few hours and then left at about nine or so. Master Sloan called it a night at around ten. I figured that Master Sloan would want either one of us to sleep with him, but he allowed us to sleep together. I got the feeling that he wanted us to talk about some things.

Cody and I lay in the guest room's bed, looking at each other. I was admiring his skin and I got the feeling he was admiring my blond hair. He reached out and stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand. I smiled and clutched his hand in mine.

"Love your hair, Daniel," he said, confirming my suspicions.

"I like your skin. It's so light."

"Did you really enjoy the crop this evening?" he asked out of the clear blue. I chuckled.

"Yeah, it a sort of weird way. Master Sloan calls me a 'masochist'. And I guess I am. What about you?"

"Well, I sort of did like giving it to you, but I was worried about doing anything too bad."

"Remember what I told you about the last time Master Nathan was here?" He nodded. "The fourth time I came, I asked Master Sloan to swat me with that thing. He did until I actually came from it. Even though it hurt both my ass and my dick, I came like nothing else. Man, it was great."

"Well, I'm not too sure I would like it," he returned honestly.

"It's all in how it's done, I suppose. Besides, I would've figured the master would've done that to you at least once."

"Well, he has, but not to the extreme that was done to you. It was more to get me to stand or kneel still."

"Has he done 'it' to you?" I asked, tentatively.

"You mean, sex?" and I nodded. "No; Dad won't let him. Dad lets him use me as a servant when he needs one, but that's it. Why're you so anxious for it? You gay?"

He didn't ask me as if he were accusing me of being gay. It was more like he was curious. I thought about it some before answering. To be honest, I had no real interest in girls, nor with most boys either. They all seemed too immature for me.

"I dunno. I guess I just want to be totally his."

"Why?"

"I guess I just need it. My parents are strict, but it's sort of in a wrong way. They don't really support me in a way that helps. It's more 'do as I say or get a spanking' and then there's no reason behind it."

"Don't you get that with Uncle Sloan?"

"Well, yeah, but he also hugs me and lets me know that he wants me here. He's sort of given me something to strive to be. I like the fun things we do, like the crop-swatting, the slave training, the martial arts stuff, and even the things in the bedroom. But with my parents, there's no feeling that they want me there."

"That sucks," he said with a frown.

"Tell me about it. Do you take any martial arts?"

"Nah. Not my thing. I like sports better. Can I ask you something about all this?"

"Sure."

"Do you like being his servant?"

"I'm not a servant; I'm a slave. Master Sloan owns me as much as I can give him. But to answer the question; yes."

"Why?"

"I get a lot of satisfaction out of making him happy. When I first met him, he told me that I would have to give up everything to him. And to be honest, I wasn't too sure I could do it. But after a while, I found out that the more I gave him, the happier I became. I know it sounds weird, but that's the way I feel about it all.

"What about you?" I was keenly interested in his take on all of it. I also enjoyed talking about all of this with someone other than my master.

"I do it because my dad tells me to."

"That's it?" He nodded. "What about what Master Nathan was doing with you in the family room?"

"Oh, he's done that loads of times. But that's it; nothing more. The first or second time I was a little scared about it, but after that I really started to look forward to it."

"But you knew about my chastity belt," I asked, remembering his first comment when I met him.

"Yeah, only because I met his servant before you," he said with a shrug.

"And the cumming because of my whipping?" I asked with a slight smirk.

"I had just never seen someone actually enjoy it like you did. Turned me on something fierce." He was smiling in a good natured way and we both had a snigger about it.

"We'd better stop talking about it; I'm getting hard again," I said with another smile.

"Wanna try something?" he suggested all of a sudden.

"Sure," I shrugged, thinking he had something in mind about taking care of my woody.

He got out of bed and left the room. That wasn't what I had in mind. I lay there thinking about what it was he had in mind when he returned with some things in his hands. There were some locks and a chain. My cock responded at the sight of the chain.

"Turn over," he said and I smiled, wondering what he was planning.

Cody took my arms and pulled them behind my back. A lock was attached to my wrist cuffs, binding them together, and then my elbow cuffs, doing the same. He pulled my right foot up behind my back to place the ankle right next to my elbow cuff on that side. Another lock was added there and one more at my wrist and knee. He took my left foot and did the same thing on that side.

I was in a 'loose' hog-tie and my cock was getting harder by the second. But he wasn't through yet. The chain was attached at the links binding my elbows and wrists. The other end of the chain was secured to a bar running the width of the bed on the canopy.

"I was wondering what that was for," I said with another patented smirk.

"Attente un moment, mon ami," he said with a smile. Great; a sadistic linguist.

He went to the nightstand and took out what looked like the arm of a crank. After getting a chair to stand on, he inserted it into a hole at the end of the bar on that side. Two turns of the crank pulled out the slack of the chain attached to my bindings. One more, and I began rising off the bed. He kept turning it until I was suspended about a foot [30 cm] off the bed.

It pulled significantly on my limbs, but thanks to my martial arts training, stretching, and exercises, I was able to handle it better. It actually felt good to stretch myself a bit more than usual. My dick was definitely enjoying the experience.

When I was at the desired height, Cody tied off the crank and slid back onto the bed. He eased to the head of the bed and sat Indian-style in front of me.

"You okay?" he asked, making sure.

"Definitely," I said with a smile. It felt great.

He smiled back and leaned forward for a kiss. His silky smooth tongue slipped into my pliant mouth. We tongue-wrestled for quite some time, and I just hung there enjoying the whole experience. I felt him run his fingers down my chest to my hardened nipples. A tweak on each one had me moaning at the sensations.

Cody parted our kiss a little too soon for my taste, but he wasn't through with me. He reached under and began stroking my hard-on. I tried pushing to get him to do it faster, but he only did a few strokes. When he let go, I grumbled in frustration.

He used his left hand to begin swinging me in my suspended state. It wasn't fast or hard, just enough to move my body back and forth. The chain began spinning me around a little and before long, I was showing him my lined backside.

"I do love those lines on your butt, you know," he said, and I could almost see the smirk in my mind on his face.

"Yeah, I wonder how they got there," I casually commented.

"Not a clue."

He kept swinging me back and forth. My body turned as the chain wanted it to. I was totally at his mercy, the chain's mercy and the mercy of gravity.

"I'm not a wrecking ball, you know," I said after a few more turns and swings.

"Ya know, you're right," he said and I stopped swinging after he got me under control.

When I was stopped, he lifted up to a kneeling position and put his stiff prick up to my face. I knew what he wanted. I wasn't going to make it that easy, though. The tip touched my lips, but I kept my mouth closed.

"Open," he said simply.

I shook my head, no. I was hoping he'd follow the game. With another tweak to a nipple told me he was following it perfectly. I held firm, though, forcing him to make me open for him. The other hand glided down to the ignored nipple and tweaked it as well. When I still didn't open, he pinched; hard! I groaned, but still wasn't in the mood to let him inside yet. When that didn't work, he twisted them.

"UUUHHH!" I cried out and opened my mouth for him.

"That's better, slave," he said with a certain amount of relish.

His stiffy was about the same size as mine, so I had no problems taking all of it. He moaned as the heat from my orifice circled around what was his. He wrapped his hands around some of my hair and began using my mouth as fuck-hole. Being a hanging pendulum, I began rocking back and forth as his cock slipped in and out of my mouth.

It felt like a small piece of sausage gliding along my lips. I didn't mind in the least what he was doing to me. I began using my mouth as a natural suction device. He loved it all the more and within mere moments, he came inside me. Of course, not a drop of semen shot out of him, but I liked the taste of his clear precum. He pulled out and sat back down in front of me with his legs spread out on both sides. He was leaning against the pillows and headboard and had one of those shit-eating grins on his face.

"You're a pretty good cocksucker, slave," he commented.

"Thanks, but don't call me that, please," I said simply.

"Why? Aren't you one?"

"Yes, but you're not my master, Cody," I said with a slight edge to it. He took me a little more seriously.

"What's the difference?"

"'No man can serve two masters, for he'll love one and hate the other.' I don't want to fall into that trap."

"Where'd you hear that? Uncle Sloan?" he asked, sitting back up and listening attentively.

"No; Matthew 6:24, out of the Bible." Now this was a surreal encounter. I'm in a suspended hog-tie and we're discussing The Bible.

"You go to church?!" he was shocked by this revelation.

"Yeah; there're a lot of cool lessons taught there," I said, sort of tilting my head as if I were shrugging my shoulders.

"Like what?"

"Like, 'train up a child in the way he should go, and he will not depart from it.' My favorite is out of Colossians; 'fathers, do not drive your children to anger or they will become discouraged.'"

"I like that one," he said with a certain amount of glee.

"Yeah, me too. I'm waiting for the right opportunity to use it on my dad."

I shifted a little to get my bindings a little more comfortable and I winced a little with an audible "uh!" He got a little concerned.

"You okay?" he asked, looking down my body.

"Yeah, I'm fine; just needed to adjust a little. I'm good, though." I returned a smile to him.

"What else?"

"What else, what?" I asked, confused.

"What else do you learn in church?"

"You're kidding, right? You got me tied up and hanging from a chain with a hard-on, and you wanna discuss 'church'?"

"Good point."

We both snickered and he looked me over a little bit to double check my condition. I felt fine, though.

"You sure you're okay, though?"

"Well, I got a 'hard' situation to take care of, if you don't mind," I suggested.

"Seems only fair," he said with a shrug and disappeared under me.

He maneuvered down to lay under me on his back. Since we were both about the same height, it put his softened peter right close to my face. But it was too far away from me to do anything for him. I felt a warmth engulf my stiff rod and I groaned.

"You're pretty good, yourself," I said in mild ecstasy.

"Thanks," he said and continued back on me.

"Raise your butt up and I can take care of you again," I suggested, still enjoying what he was doing.

"I got a better idea."

He slid out from under me and untied the crank to the bar. His hand slipped and I dropped like a stone onto the bed. I just had to land right on the tip of my hard cock!

"OH FUCK!" I yelled into the duvet covering the bed. Man, did that hurt like hell. This was his better idea?!

"Oh, Jeeze. You okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"Just get me back up," I said through clenched teeth. "Get me back up."

"Right," he said and the slack was quickly taken out and I was lifted back off the bed.

"Uh," I gasped out as I cleared the mattress. He tied off the crank again when I was up, but lower than before.

"You okay?" he asked again, getting back on the bed.

I winced a little and flexed my muscles, but my cock was going a little soft after the slight abusing hit it took.

"Maybe we should stop," he said, moving back towards the side of the bed.

"No! I'm fine. Just give me a second or so."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding my head.

I took a second or two to regain my strength. A few more flexes and I was doing and feeling better. I nodded that I was fine again to his worried face.

"You could apologize to my cock by giving it a bath," I suggested with a smile when I was ready for more fun.

"What a great idea," he said with a smile, getting the gist.

He worked himself back under me and I felt him swallow my weakened prick again. It responded instantly by fiercely growing in his cavity. After a few pumps of his mouth along my prick, I leaned down and licked his length.

He purred under me but continued to repay in kind. As I hung there sucking on him, I felt his hands on the side of my hips. He wasn't using them to keep me still; it was more to feel my body above him. He lightly ran his smooth hands along the outside of my suspended frame.

It felt almost as good as when Master Sloan does it. I think the difference was the lack of power that Cody possessed in his hands. I'm not saying it didn't feel good, but Master Sloan's hands held power and authority in them in such a way that made it even more seductive to me.

I twisted in my bonds a little as my feelings of bliss were building, but never did I neglect his pelvic rod. I did have to spit his cock out as my body tensed and I strained against the bindings as Nirvana on Earth was reached. I groaned a little in recovering and was about to resume my blowjob on Cody's dick when it moved away.

"Where're you going?" I asked.

"Letting you down," he said calmly.

"Not yet; I still got you to take care of again. Lemme finish you and then let me down."

"Well, gee, I don't know…," he said, mockingly thinking.

"Will you just bring your dick back over here?!" I asked in pseudo-frustration.

"Cocksucker!" I said with a smile as he crawled up to sit in front of me again.

"Sadist!" I countered with a glare and a smirk.

He snickered and leaned back while bending his legs at the knees and put his cock to my face. I was lower this time, so I was right in position without having to lower my head any. After vacuuming his cock back into my mouth, his knees reflexively closed and lightly trapped my head between his legs.

He reached down and did the same thing to me that I do to Master Sloan when he sucks me off; grabbed my hair. I built up a quick rhythm of pumping along his tool.

"Oh God, that feels great, Daniel," he cried softly.

I felt good to know that I was giving him so much pleasure. Even though I already had gotten mine, I was more than happy to return the favor again. I guess I was becoming a natural slave. I suppose it all had to do with attitude.

He began bucking his hips in time with my head's motion. Before even I realized it, he tensed up again and shuddered through another dry orgasm. I released his cock, knowing it was ultra sensitive at this time. I waited, as I could do nothing else, for him to come around. When he finally did, he smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," he said and began to move towards the crank again.

"For what?"

"For forgetting about letting you down."

"I don't mind," I said with a sort of shrug.

"Weirdo," he said. He was kidding, but I didn't like the term, so I shot one back at him.

"Fag."

He turned around so fast to face me; I thought he was going to fall off the edge of the bed. He just looked at me real hard-like.

"I don't like that word," he said with real loathing.

"And I don't like 'weirdo'," I said, looking at him with just as much distaste.

It was an important moment. I was still under his power, somewhat, but I was stating to him that although I was a slave, I still had feelings and rights just like anyone else. We glared at one another for half a moment longer, until he relented.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you that."

"I am too. I don't like being called a 'fag', either, but I'm not weird; just different."

"Got it." He smiled at me and began to let me down.

I was let down a little easier this time and since my cock wasn't stiff, it was one less thing to worry about. He unlocked everything, and I stood and stretched out my young, lithe frame. I bent over and stretched down and put my forehead on my knees as I stood beside the bed.

"Pretty limber, there," he said, climbing back onto the bed.

"Three to four stretch-sessions daily," I said to my knees.

I stood and then climbed into bed with him. We laid there looking at each other for a few minutes, not talking, but I got the feeling something was on his mind.

"What is it?"

"Do you think this really does make us fags?" It wasn't in an accusatory tone, so I took no offense. I also noticed the fact that he threw his own self into the mix with 'us'.

"Your uncle said once that he doesn't like labels; they limit and dehumanize a person. And I'd have to agree. I'm a slave, but that isn't all that I am. So, I wouldn't worry about tagging yourself with a label like that. Did you enjoy what we were doing?"

"Yeah, of course," he said, as if it were obvious.

"Then don't worry about it," I said with a smile.

"But what're other people gonna think?"

"What 'other people'?"

"My friends and classmates," he said, getting kind of concerned.

"Are they here?"

He giggled and admitted that they weren't.

"Then don't tell them anything, and they'll never know."

I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. I lovingly placed my left hand on his cheek. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Let's get some sleep, hm?" I asked him and he nodded. The last thing I remembered before passing out was looking at his lips as he had already fallen asleep. I smiled and drifted off.

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