kkoomm : Life is Good (mm/m)

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by kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:11 pm

Hello Friends

Well it has been a while in the making but I have got to the point where I feel ready to share a story that I have started on.

First off many thanks to Jason Toddman for proof reading it and giving me much needed suggestions. 8)

Next I feel its important to point a few things out so as to avoid confusion from the very beginning. I am not from the USA or the UK
so when I talk about school systems and vacations etc I don't have any experience to draw on with regards to them. For instance I hear that
the USA has middle schools. I had to look up what they were Here in South Africa we have primary (elementary) schools and High schools.
We also don't have summer holidays per say, and the year is broken up into four roughly equal parts. The longest holiday is over the Christmas season and is around a month long. I should also point out that here in the Southern Hemisphere Christmas time is summer time!
I have intentionally not made mention of witch country the story is set in. My aim was to try and make it seem that it could be anywhere.

Next is the story length. Its certainly not a short story. I am on 20 000 words in my draught manuscript and have only gotten through the first few three days. That being said I never intended this to be a short story. I want it to take the reader on a journey into my characters lives. I want you to fall in love with some of them and really hate others, and I cant accomplish that in a few short pages.

I also want to say that this is a fantastic forum. I started out here a little while back looking for a story I read a long while ago. TUGS had never really been my primary focus while writing stories as my fetish is for feet and anything foot related. TUGS, domination and Master Slave themes, although important have always taken the back seat. When I started this story in June I had only started to read the TUGS stories here, so as a result the first part of the story dosnt have much of them in it. I am now an avid fan and have included allot more in it. It still probably wont be the primary theme, but it will certainly play a major role.
I thought I might mention this in case you started the story and got a bit bored with it.

It has also been suggested to me that I remind you that I am South African, so bear in mind if you don't understand some of the references that I make. I will be more than happy to explain. Some of the best advice given to me for story writing is to write about what you know, and it works for me.

Finally I really love constructive criticism. I value any feedback that will improve my writing and the story, so please don't hesitate.
I know haters are going to hate, its what they do. But I have to say that I havnt seen much if any on this forum. Its a good place to be

So sit back, relax, and let me introduce you to Steven...

Chapter 1

I am going to tell you the story of my life so far. Most of you might think it strange and appalling, but let me reassure you that I would not change a thing. Sometimes dreams do come true.

I grew up in a lower middle class family in a small town. It was a rural type of town with most of the business coming from the various farms and small holdings that dotted the countryside for many miles around. We were pretty isolated, the nearest town being around forty miles away. Owing to the size of our town, we didn’t have such things as movie theaters and so on, so there wasn’t really much for kids to do. But as kids tend to do, they make their own entertainment.

My dad wasn’t a land owner, and we lived in one of the small suburbs in a two bedroom home that we rented. He was the janitor at both the local elementary and High school. You can imagine that I got teased a lot about that. He also had other sideline jobs that he did to make ends meet.

My mom died when I was very young, and my dad was left to look after me alone. That was not easy for either of us. He did have a few girlfriends over the years, but none ever stuck. Dad became quite introverted and left me to my own devices and as a result I became independent very quickly.

My friendship with Aidan started when we were around thirteen years old. It was also around the time that I began to figure out that I liked boys’ company a lot more than that of girls.

It was one of those beautiful warm balmy summer afternoons and it was Saturday. My homework and chores for the weekend finished I decided to walk to the shops and buy some sweets. I had saved up my allowance and since it was the end of the month I decided to treat myself. Approaching the store I peeked in and saw Donovan there with his cronies.

Donovan was one of the bullies in my class at school. He and his little gang did the usual bully things to various kids. It didn’t matter to him if you were older or younger. He preyed on weakness. Unfortunately I was often in the firing line. I have to admit, I am a little more on the wimpy side of things, whereas Donovan was the stereotypical jock-to-be. His brother ran the roost at the high school, so it went without saying he did the same at the elementary school. From what I heard his dad was very much the same around town. Their family owned quite a big ranch, and were well off.

I was not going to go into the store with him there, so instead I went around the corner to the park to wait it out for a bit. Once there I found an old coke bottle and set it up on a dead old tree stump. I then collected some stones and tried my hand at knocking it off.

I wasn’t having much luck, so I went a few steps closer to try again. Before I had a go I was stopped by a voice behind me. “Hi there, could I have a go too?”

I almost jumped out of my skin, thinking it might be Donovan, but it wasn’t. I had never seen this boy before, and being weary, I scanned the park quickly to see if it might be a trick by Donovan.
The boy in front of me saw this. “It’s only me here. Names Aidan,” he told me and stuck out his hand.

Still nervous, I shoot it. I always got nervous around good looking boys.

“Hi, I’m Steven. I haven’t seen you around. You new here?” I asked.

Aidan flicked his blond hair out of his face to reveal the most beautiful aquamarine eyes I had ever seen. It wasn’t just their colour. They seemed to possess a hypnotists enthrall deep within them. I was caught off guard, and almost didn’t hear his answer. “Yea, we just moved to a place just outside of town. It’s my first weekend here, so I’m just looking around to find some kids to make friends with.”

I sighed, and looked down at his shoes. I knew he was out of my league. Kids like him didn’t mix with the likes of me. If his parents owned a farm, or ranch, then they had way more money that my dad did. That and of course I could see that he was one of the crowd of really popular kids. “Well, most of the kids around here are on the other side of town at the moment. There is an arcade there and they all go on a Saturday.” I explained.

Aidan looked at me quizzically for a moment. “So why aren’t you there?” he asked.

“I don’t really have any friends. I’m sure you will find a lot of kids there, and they will all probably want to be your friend” I replied.

Aidan gave a small laugh. “Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Well you know, because you are so good...”

I caught myself before I finished the sentence. What had I done? What a weird thing to say! I resigned myself there and then that I had blown any chance of winning him as a friend; however remote that chance was in the first place.

Then something happened that I didn’t expect, and that caught me totally off guard. Aidan stepped closer to me, took my hand and then picked out one of the stones I had been holding for my target practice. “Well I think I will choose my own friends.” he said, and then took a step back. “Is that the target over there?” Aidan asked indicating the bottle.

I just stood there and nodded dumbly.

He then took aim and missed, but not by much.

I took my turn and was also a little ways off. Aidan held out his hand, so I gave his the rest of the pebbles I had, and got some more. He had tried twice and was getting very close. My next throw bounced off the trunk and we could hear the ping of the glass. But it did not fall.

“Doesn’t count. You gotta knock it off” Aidan insisted.

It was his turn next and of course he got it. The glass broke and tumbled down to the ground. Aidan was pleased with himself. I congratulated him and asked if he wanted to play again.

“Nah, what were you going to do this afternoon?” Aidan asked.

“Well I was going to go and get some sweets by the store, and then I was going to go and explore the woods.” I answered.

“Great idea! It’s nice to have someone to show me around.” Aidan smiled, and we set off to the store.

Once we were inside Aidan looked around at all various items. I couldn’t believe it. What was happening I mean. Here was this really cool kid and he seemed to like me. I didn’t think he had been put up to it by Donovan, I usually had a nose for traps like that.

I don’t know why, I suppose subconsciously I wanted to show my appreciation, so I decided to use half of my savings to buy him a sweet too. “Hey Aidan, come and choose a sweet. I have my pocket money, so I will but it for you.”

Aidan ambled over. I realized then that he was looking at the expensive chocolates. There was no way I had enough to buy them.

“Uhh sorry Aidan, I don’t have enough for even one of those.” I told him.

Aidan looked at the note in my hand and then back up at me. “But you want one don’t you?” He asked.

“Uhh sure I guess, but I can’t even buy us one to share” I said forlornly.

Aidan just smiled at me. He took two off the shelf, and then went along the isle and retrieved a packet of crisps. “Go and get us two cans of soda, I want a coke, you can choose whatever you want” he told me and then went off looking for something else.

I did as he asked, and met up with him at the checkout counter. When it came time to pay he slapped a twenty down and grinned at me. While he got the change I packed the bag. We then went outside, ready for exploring.

It was a short walk to the edge of the woods. On the way I pointed out some interesting spots, and told him about the stream. We also walked passed my house and told him that it was where I lived. Aidan didn’t say anything, but I was embarrassed. I knew what he must be thinking. It really was very small.

“Hey thanks for the sweets and the soda.” I said, hoping to take his attention away from it as we walked on.

“Not a problem, just think of it as payback for you showing me around.”

I laughed “I would have shown you anyway.”

Aidan smiled at this and we carried on walking.

We had a great time. I lead him to the fort that I had built. It was secreted away in a remote part of the woods that I had never seen anyone go to. I was quite proud of it, although it was still a work in progress. I had managed to scavenge some scrap from various places to make two walls, and three large plastic sheets made a waterproof roof. I also had a plastic lawn chair that I got from my neighbors. They had left it on the front lawn and was only too happy to let me take it.

“This is great!” Aidan said excitedly. He checked the roof support to see how sturdy it is. I had dug them in deep, and he was satisfied.

“O man we can have a lot of fun out here” Aidan grinned. “Does anyone else know about it?”

“Nope, just me.” I replied proudly.

“Man, I’m tired; let’s chill here for a while. You still have the sweets and the soda,” Aidan pointed out.

I offered Aidan the only seat and then sat down on the ground in front of him leaning up against the tree that the fort was built against. Since Aidan had paid for them, I gave the bag to him to divide the treats out. He took it and then dug inside. Aidan then passed me a bar of chocolate and a soda. As we sat there and munched we chatted.

The Masterson family had moved here a week ago. They had bought a ranch just on the outskirts of town. I knew the one, it was really big, and the previous owner had raised horses there. I was also really glad to hear this because it was fairly close. I mean it was within bike riding distance.

He had a younger brother who was ten and an older sister who was in college.

His mom and dad were divorced so he just lived with his mom and brother. Mrs. Masterson had purchased the biggest grocery store in the town with the money she got from his dad.

Aidan then told me that he and his brother went to the private school in the next town. My heart sank a bit. I was hoping that he would be coming to my school. It would have been great to have him there.

After a bit I told Aidan all about me and my life. It’s strange; I didn’t hold anything back really. Aidan was just the kind of kid that inspired trust. Of course I left out the part about me finding other boys more interesting than girls. So now he knew about my life, and my bullying problem at school.

Aidan was angry when I told him about this, but I laughed it off. I would rather concentrate on better things. We ate and chatted some more.

I began then to notice the skate shoes he was wearing. I knew the brand. They were really expensive, and the only kid in school that could afford a pair was Donovan.

Aidan caught me looking at them. “You like my shoes?” He asked and twisted his foot so I could get a better look.

“Yea they are really great. I’ve only seen one other kid with a pair. But you shouldn’t wear them out here in the woods. It will get them dirty and you might ruin them.” I said.

Aidan looked at them. There was some dirt on the tops and they were a little scuffed.

“Here, let me get that for you” I offered.

After putting my soda down I reached over and picked up his foot and placed in onto my knee. I then dusted off the mud. Suddenly I thought that he might have found this really weird. I mean how often do you see a friend volunteering to clean a dirty shoe? At that time I just wanted to be nice, especially since I was drinking his soda and eating his sweets.

In fact it didn’t faze Aidan in the slightest. He just kept eating the bag of chips and looking down at me. He then did something I didn’t expect. Once I was finished with the left one, he replaced it with the other one so I could do it.

I didn’t object. O yes, I should mention, that at about the same time that I started noticing boys more, I also started to notice their feet. That of course fed into my belief that I truly was a freak.
Thank goodness I didn’t get excited at that point. I think I would have died in shame. Luckily I think I was too nervous or something.

When I had finished cleaning the other one he put his foot back down on the ground and casually continued the conversation.

The rest of the day was spent near the fort, mainly playing soldier. Aidan mentioned that he and his brother had paint-ball guns at his house and we could bring them the next time we came here.
When it finally came time to go home we left the woods and walked back. Aidan still wasn’t sure the way home so I walked with him until he was sure he knew where he was.

I had such a great afternoon with him I didn’t want it to end, but I was a little apprehensive about asking to spend more time with him tomorrow. I didn’t have to be because Aidan brought it up.
“Hey you wanna hang out tomorrow?” Aidan asked.

“Yea sure I do!” I replied a little too eagerly.

Aidan chuckled at this. “Well I got lots of things to do tomorrow. Unpacking and stuff. I could see you afterwards.”

I was a little disappointed. I would have like to spend the whole day together.

“Hey I have an idea...” Aidan continued “ I know you need the pocket money, so I’ll pay you ten bucks to help me out with it.”

I laughed at this. Sure, ten bucks was a huge amount for me, but I wasn’t going for this deal.

“No way Aidan, I can’t take your money. I’ll come and help you, you don’t need to pay me!”

Aidan grinned at me anyhow. “I know you will, but you see, if I pay you, I can boss you around because you work for me.”

I sure didn’t expect him to say this. That was a little strange, but the cheesy smile on his face was disarming, and hell, it was ten bucks.

“OK fine, it’s your money,” I said and we shook on the deal.

“Be at my house at 8:00 am tomorrow” Aidan told me and walked off.

I stood there for a moment looking at him go and then got the distinct feeling that he was testing me somehow. Remember when I said I had a sense for these things? Well the bells were going off in my head.

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by kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:13 pm

Chapter 2

Returning home I made dinner for dad and me. All through the evening I could not stop thinking about the day’s events. I told dad that I might have made a new friend, but he had opened a bottle of whisky and wasn’t in the mood for talking. The whisky…

For a while it was only maybe a bottle a month, but these days he was going drinking every weekend now.

I wasn’t going to push the issue, so I went to bed.

That night I lay awake for some time replaying the events of the day. I thought about what he had said about bossing me around, and found that I didn’t really mind the idea. Imagining it in my mind’s eye I quite enjoyed the images it conjured. When I began my nightly routine of pleasuring myself, and I kept being drawn back to when I had cleaned Aidan’s shoes off for him. I don’t know why but that’s what pushed me over the edge.

Finally I went to sleep, a bit apprehensive, but really looking forward to Sunday.

My alarm clock woke me, and by the third buzz I was wide awake. Quickly I did my ablutions and showered. I then had breakfast of leftovers from the night before and stuffed an apple into my pocket. Full of the joys of spring, I got my old bicycle out from its spot, and set off down the road toward Aidan’s house.

To say I was in a good mood would be an understatement. I couldn’t wait to get there. With one hand on the handle bars I dug into my pocket and pulled out my watch. I couldn’t wear it on my arm because its strap had broken (Thanks to an indecent with Donovan). I would be right on time if I kept going at this speed. Happy that I wasn’t late I dug into my other pocket and got my apple, which I ate along the way.

I had finished my apple when I got to the bottom of the Masterson driveway. As I started up I suddenly got worried. From nowhere all these fears and doubts crept into my mind. Surely someone like me couldn’t be this lucky finding a friend like Aidan. Something must be wrong.
I cursed under my breath myself for letting myself think this, and tried to put them out of my mind.

Besides I had arrived at the house.

I was completely amazed. It was huge! Five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and three stories.

Just then I heard two dogs barking angrily at my arrival. I was about so scamper when I saw that they were behind a chain linked fence at the one end of the courtyard. They sure did their job, I thought the neighbours must be able to hear them. Which was probably not possible since they were so far away.

Another noise to my right got my attention. The kitchen door had opened and in the doorway stood another boy I took to be Aidan’s brother. I caught myself from gasping, but he was every bit as beautiful as his older brother.

“Dogs quiet!” he shouted over at the still yapping canines. They immediately fell silent and cowered away back to their kennels.

He then smiled at me which I took as a sign that I could approach. “You must be Steven, come on in,” he called to me.

He stood there in the doorway with just some baggy pyjama bottoms on, a rumpled shirt and in his socks. I couldn’t believe it. He seemed to radiate the authority he had just demonstrated with the dogs. He was being friendly enough, but I wasn’t really at ease around him.

“Hey, yea, I’m Steven, what’s your name?”

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read before answering.

“I’m Jordan. Come on; we’re in the kitchen.” he replied.

I followed him through the house. It was messy and cluttered. Lots of packed and half unpacked boxes were all over the place. I thought about today. There sure was a lot to do.

Also again I was not able to help myself, but I really did notice the lithe almost feline way in which Jordan moved as I walked behind him.

We entered the enormous kitchen, and I saw Aidan sitting at the middle island on a stool. He was also wearing his pyjama bottoms, but with a white tank-top, and he was barefoot.

His mom just finished downing the last of her coffee and stood up. She was a stunning woman. Tall and with a physique that would be the envy of any red blooded man. So it was true about genetics I thought to myself. Good genes are passed down.

“You must be Aidan’s friend Steven” She smiled at me.

“Good morning Ma’am, yes I am.” I answered politely.

“Well I’m glad that Aidan is already making friends. You boys be good, and remember, if you need me you can reach me on my Mobile, or on the land-line. Come on Jordan, you have five minutes and I’m leaving, or you will have to stay here today.”

“No way, mom!” Jordan asserted. “Aidan got to go out yesterday. I wanna see the town today.” He scampered off out the room to get ready.

Mrs. Masterson went through another door that led into the garage leaving Aidan and I in the kitchen.

“Hi Steven” Aidan greeted. “Sorry about that, my family is a bit crazy” he explained a little sheepishly.

“No they aren’t, they seem great,” I replied.

“Have a seat, you want some juice?” Aidan offered motioning toward a carton of orange juice on the table. It was the really expensive kind that I had seen in the shop, and I declined. For some reason I would feel a little guilty drinking it.

Aidan grabbed a glass anyway and poured it. He then handed it to me. “Come on drink up, it gives you energy, and we’ve got a lot to do today. You’re going to need it. Have you eaten breakfast?”

“Yes thanks, I have,” I replied and patted my stomach to emphasize the point.

I then heard the car start and the garage door open just as Jordan came rushing downstairs. He was trying to put his T shirt on while holding his shoes in his other hand, and being unsuccessful about it. Frustrated he paused next to me and put his high-tops on the table next to me while he got his shirt on. When he was done he picked them up and carried on.

“Bye Aidan.” He called out as he went through the door. He ignored me but I didn’t really think anything of it.

Just then I noticed that Jordan’s sneakers left a definite odour in the air around me. Aidan must have seen my reaction and chuckled. “Yea, my bro has a problem with that. Thank God we got separate rooms now!” Aidan rolled his eyes.

I just sat there. I found it quite intoxicating. My mind flashed back to the previous day while I was holding Aidan’s sneaker in my hand, and I wondered if it would have given off a similar smell had I taken it off. As I sat there I also felt myself growing. Thank goodness I was sitting down.

Suddenly I realized I must have been day dreaming because I looked over at Aidan who was looking right back at me with a strange little smile on his face. If I didn’t know any better I would have bet he could see what I was thinking.

He spared me any embarrassment however and changed the subject. “Mom says that I only have to do my room and some of the stuff in the garage today. That’s great because it means we can finish pretty early,” he added as he took the final mouthful of his cereal, got up and put the bowl into the dishwasher.

I was still seated when he returned to the table. “Remember our deal from yesterday?” Aidan asked.

“Sure” I nodded “You were going to pay me ten bucks to help you today. But remember I said I would do it for free.” I still meant it. I would gladly have helped him. Being paid was just a bonus.

When Aidan sat back down his face became serious. “Yes, I remember. But I said that if I pay you I am your boss. You have to do what I say.” he explained.

I began to wonder why he was pushing this point. But I pushed the thoughts aside. I wasn’t going to screw this up. “Yes boss!” I replied as I grinned at him.

He gave me a smile when he heard this. “Right then, I suppose we better get to work,” he told me. Aidan then hopped up and told me to follow him, which I did. We threaded our way through the house and up the stairs.

“My mom’s room is on the ground floor, there are two bedrooms on the second floor, and Jordan and my bedroom are on the top,” Aidan said over his shoulder. “We still haven’t decided what to do with the other rooms on the second floor, but Jordan and me have some plans for the spare room on our floor.”

We finally arrived at Aidan’s door. He opened it and went in with me following.

I was amazed. It was huge. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that the entire ground floor of my own house would just about be able to fit into it.

All the main things like his double bed, bookshelves, and computer area, as well as all the shelving had already been set up. But there were lots of boxes on the floor but only two of them had been opened. They had big red Stickers saying “AIDANS ROOM” on them.

There was no time to look around anymore, Aidan was all business. “First thing, go back downstairs and into the garage. There are more boxes there that must come up here. They all have labels like this,” he explained; indicating to one of the open ones. “You know where the garage is; it’s through the kitchen. I’m going to unpack here while you do it.”

I hopped to obey, and went off back downstairs. In the garage I found what he was talking about. They were amongst Jordan’s boxes and were similarly marked but with big blue labels.

I took the first box. It was heavy, and I struggled with it. I didn’t know what was inside it but I heard some jangling so I was careful in case it whatever it was inside was breakable. When I got to Aidan’s room he was busy rooting around in an open box. “Where do you want it?” I asked.

He looked up and told me to hold on a second. I stood there straining for a few moments before he was finished. Then Aidan came over and looked closely at the label.

“That’s my computer stuff. Go and put it over there,” he told me and pointed to his workstation.

I did and then went back downstairs to retrieve another box. I could swear that I felt his eyes on my back as I walked out the room. Once in the garage again I retrieved another box. This time when he checked the label he told me they were clothes and to put them by the closet.

Before I left, he called after me. “Read the labels yourself so you don’t have to disturb me!”

The next box I got was labeled shoes. I couldn’t believe it. He had a whole box of them. I only had three pairs to my name. The ones I was wearing now, my old pair that was a little too tight, but still fit, and some flip flops. Aidan had a whole box of them! As I carried them I wondered just how many there were inside.

I deposited the box by the closet and carried on my work. Aidan mostly ignored me. He was too busy setting up his room and arranging things just the way he wanted them.

Over the next half an hour or so I carried up all the boxes I could find that were labeled “Aidan”.

“Are you sure that’s the last of them? Aidan asked.

“Yes, I think so.” I answered, pausing to catch my breath.

“Ok, in that case, go to my closet and unpack the box with my shoes in them. It should be big enough.” Aidan instructed absently. He was busy setting up his computer.

I went over to the closet and opened it. I was amazed. He had a dedicated shoe closet. I then opened the box and my nose was assaulted by the distinctive smell of worn footwear that had been enclosed in a small space. The smell was very similar to that of the whiff that I had of Jordan’s shoes downstairs, but a little more muted and slightly different. I loved it.

The shoes were not packed well and had just been thrown in, almost filling the box to the top.
Going to work I unpacked the box, pairing each one and then placing them onto a shelf neatly next to one another. There were all types. Skating shoes, All stars, High-tops, Running shoes, Sports shoes, sandals, and cleats. Not to mention his collection of boots.

“Jeez, hurry up with that so you can close the door, its stinking up my room” Aidan called.

I didn’t mind at all, but I hurried and was finished pretty soon.

By this time Aidan had opened another box and begun to unpack it. He paused and looked around. “I think we had better get rid some of this trash. I can hardly see what’s going on.” Aidan decided. “Gather up some of the empty boxes and let’s take them downstairs. I’ll show you where it goes.”

When I had my arms full Aidan led me downstairs and out the garage. I noticed that he wasn’t carrying anything; he was just showing me where to dump it.

Around the corner of the garage there was a large pile of refuse that Aidan pointed to. I deposited the load and we returned. As tuned to go back, Aidan spoke over his shoulder. “Your next job is the bathroom. I can’t put my stuff in there when it’s so dirty.”

When we were back in the garage he pointed to a door in the back. “That’s the laundry in there. I don’t know how to work the machine, so just put the stuff from the hamper in the bathroom in there when you do it” Aidan stated.

We were half way across the garage when Aidan and I noticed a pair of grubby socks on the floor. They were where the passenger door of Aidan’s moms car had been, so must have been left there by Jordan before he got in and left this morning. No wonder his brother feet had such a strong odour I thought. Especially if he wore his sneakers without socks!

Aidan crinkled up his nose when he approached them. “Yuck!. Pick those up and put them in the hamper upstairs with our other stuff.” he bade me.

As we walked past them I bent down and gathered them up. Just like when Jordan had put his shoes on the table this morning, the socks had a strong distinctive smell that permeated the air around them.

In the kitchen Aidan rooted around in the cupboard and gathered up some cleaning supplies. He handed them to me and I followed him up stairs once more. The boy’s bathroom was on the far end of the passage way on their floor. Aidan opened the door for me and we went in.

He was telling the truth. It was really messy. “There’s the hamper” He said pointing to a basket in the corner. “Come and tell me when you’re finished.”

I set to work. The first thing I did was go over to put Jordan’s socks in the laundry basket. Just as I was about to, before I knew what I was doing I pressed Jordan’s smelly socks up under my nose and took a deep breath. I had never done anything like that before, and I don’t know what had come over me, but it was incredible! I felt a little dizzy as I tried to memorize its distinctive aroma.

Suddenly aware that the last thing I wanted was for Aidan to walk into the bathroom and seeing me sniffing his brothers socks I quickly put them into the hamper.

After a few moments I had regained my composure.

Obviously the brothers didn’t use the laundry basket for its intended purpose. All their clothes were spread across the room between the door and the large shower. Pretty much everywhere except near the hamper. I even recognized the T Shirt that Aidan had been wearing yesterday.

Once I had gathered up almost all of their clothes I noticed a pair of socks that had to be Aidan’s I wondered if they were the ones that he had on yesterday when I had cleaned his shoes for him.
I was still scared of getting caught but just like with Jordan’s I stole a quick little sniff before I put them into the hamper.

Yet again the results were electric. They were awesome! They were just as strong as Jordan’s but distinctive from them. But they were just as fantastic. For some reason there seemed to be a direct line between my nose and my penis, because I was instantly aroused. For those don’t get the attraction to feet, you won’t understand. For those that do, you will.

Once again it took me a few moments before I was able to return once more to reality.

I then started on giving the bathroom the best cleaning that I could. It wasn’t embarrassing for me to be cleaning bathrooms. I mean my father is a janitor as you know, so I guess you could say it runs in the family.

It took almost an hour but I was finishing up with polishing the taps on the twin basins. I had been thinking of the morning so far and realized just how different Aidan’s demeanour had been when ordering me around. Not that I minded, it was just different. Thinking some more about it I realized that he was treating me a lot like a servant and I quite liked it.

Oh great, another weird thing that I had found out about myself!

Suddenly I got the feeling that I was being watched and looked around to the door. Aidan was standing in the doorway leaning up against it. I have no idea how long he had been there. “You have done a great job Steven, maybe too good! Once my mom sees this she is going to want me and Jordan to keep it this way.”

I was really pleased with the praise. “Thanks boss” I replied and then gave the tap a final wipe.

Aidan smiled at this. “Go and put the cleaning stuff away and then come to my bedroom, I think we have just about finished all the work we need to for today.”

Happily I put the supplies on top of the laundry hamper and toted it downstairs and into the laundry room. I would have put it on too, but like Aidan I didn’t know how the complicated looking machine worked. I also thought about having another quick sniff of the brothers’ socks, but I knew that I had better not push my luck.

When I entered his bedroom , Aidan was lying back on his bed. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.

“All done” I announced.

Aidan looked around.

“Not quite, you can take another load of trash outside” Aidan pointed to some more plastic and cardboard that I had not seen.

I gathered up the last remaining refuse and again went downstairs and outside. This time when I returned Aidan was still on his bed. He had picked up a comic book and was reading it.

“You still have time to work” Aidan said over the top of the pages. “Unpack that box over there. It’s my clothes so they go in that closet.”

I didn’t think twice. It seemed completely natural for him to give the orders and my place to obey them. As I worked the situation was slowly permeating into my brain. I remembered what I had thought in the bathroom about the feeling I got about whilst serving Aidan, and it came back again.

Wasn’t this the kind of things bullies did? I mean Donovan certainly ordered me about, but I hated him. Besides, with Donovan if I didn’t obey Donovan would beat me bloody.

But I was enjoying it with Aidan.

I think the difference was that I found myself wanting to please Aidan. I loved it when he said I had done something good, like his bathroom. And I really loved when he smiled.

With Donovan I did what he wanted because if I did not he would beat me. I realized that Aidan and he certainly wielded similar a similar power, but in my adolescent mind I couldn’t really tell what the difference was.

As I worked I stole glances at Aidan’s reclining body. My heart beat faster when it suddenly occurred to me this kind of situation was something similar to the kinds of dream I had been having lately. He seemed to me to be a beautiful prince relaxing on his throne while I was his servant doing work for him. This had been the theme to these dreams and over the past two weeks I had had quite a few. When I had woken I was always full and warm.

I was half day dreaming about this when I found myself looking at the soles of Aidan’s bare feet. I looked up passed them and realized he had caught me looking. Thankfully he didn’t say anything and just returned to his comic.

In another half an hour I was done. Without being told I took the finished boxes downstairs once more. Upon arriving back up in his room I looked around. There was only one box left.

“Aidan, can I unpack this one for you too?”
Aidan looked over at it. “No, just push it into the closet. Then I think you are done Steven.” He smiled.

As I manoeuvred the box into the closet I had to wonder what was in this one. It was a lot heavier than the other boxes.

After I closed the closet door I realized just how tired I really was. I had been working really hard. I wanted to have a sit down, so I took a seat at the bottom of Aidan’s bed, near his feet. I didn’t really think about it. Subconsciously I think that I was putting myself there. It seemed like the best place for me at the time.

Aidan put down the comic he was reading and grinned at me. He sat up and drew his left leg up and over the other, leaving the right one extended towards me.“You did good today Steven. And you got more done than I thought you would. The bathroom is really great. But with me and Jordan it won’t last long,” he laughed.

I sat there very pleased with the praise and grinned at him in a cheesy fashion.

“So how was it working for me?” he asked

I laughed. “You are a great boss. Besides it wasn’t really work. I didn’t mind doing anything today.”

Aidan seemed happy. “Glad to hear it. Now I guess I owe you ten bucks.” Aidan said.

Although I know I could have, even should have accepted the money, I wouldn’t. For some reason I thought that once the transaction had taken place, it would be the end of something. The end of him being the boss. I didn’t want that.
“No Aidan, I’m not gonna take your money. Like I said, I really didn’t mind the working for you at all. It wasn’t really work so you can’t really pay me.” I told him.

Aidan got a cat like smile on his face. “So you are saying me bossing you around didn’t worry you?”

“Oh come on, You didn’t boss me around at all really” I replied.

“OK Steven, I’ll tell you what, if you say that you liked me being your boss I will drop the issue.”

“Sure I liked you being my boss!” I said a little too eagerly. Once the words had left my lips I knew it sounded weird. But Aidan had the biggest grin on his face.

“Great, and now we have the rest of the day to go play around the fort!” He exclaimed excitedly.
He hopped up off the bed and made for the door I was about to follow him when he called back.
“I’m gonna get the paint ball guns from my brothers room, I’ll meet you in the kitchen. We have to get some supplies.”

I began to make my way downstairs, excited for the afternoon when Aidan called from his brother’s bedroom. “Do me a favour Steven, grab some socks and shoes for me. I’ll put them on in the kitchen, it’ll save time.”

Aidan’s request had been more of a command. He certainly said it in the same tone as earlier. I wasn’t going to complain. I went to his shoe closet and looked at them. While I was unpacking earlier I remembered one pair that would be much more suitable than the one he had on yesterday.

I picked up the canvass All Stars that were really ratty and torn. I had to wonder what hell they had gone through to come out looking like they did. I also really wanted to give them a sniff, but couldn’t because Aidan was in the room next door and might appear any second. The socks also collected, I made my way down to the kitchen.

Aidan arrived a moment later carrying a backpack. I was still holding his shoes for him. He smiled at me and pointed to them. “Good choice; now pass them here.”

I did so and then he directed me to find some water bottles in the cupboard and fill them.

Aidan put on his socks and shoes and then collected some food. Namely a half a pizza from the previous night. My tummy grumbled when I saw this. Pizza was a rare treat at my house.

Shortly we had everything we needed. Aidan had packed it all into the backpack and then handed it me. “You can carry it” He said, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

I could definitely sense he was testing to see if I would comply. Which I did of course. I simply took the bag and hoisted it onto my shoulder and then left with him through the garage.

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by kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:15 pm

Chapter 3

We didn’t bother to take our bikes. The woods started across the road at the end of his driveway. I quickly oriented us through the dense thickets and after half an hour came upon the clearing where the fort was.

We then wasted no time in getting the paint-ball guns out. Aidan showed me how one worked and how to load it and so on, and then he set the rules. I thought we were going to have a normal game, but Aidan had other ideas.

“If you get shot, then the other person gets to take you prisoner. And then the winner gets to do any torture he wants to their prisoner for an hour.”

I don’t think Aidan expected me to voice my concerns or try to bargain, so he was surprised when I said: “Hold on a second.”

“What? Don’t you want to play?” he said, irritation audible in his voice. He must have already been getting used to having his way where I was concerned.

“No, it not that, it’s just that you said any torture.” I said; a little worried.

He then put his hand on me reassuringly.

“Ok I should have said that the torture can’t be so bad that it leaves marks or anything serious like that.”

I loved that Aidan had touched my shoulder, and it sealed the deal for me. Even though I knew better than to agree with it I did. He took my smile as a sign of my acceptance.

“But you are really gonna get it when I win!” he smiled

“If you win.” I said as I grinned back.

Aidan laughed “Yea sure!” he gently taunted.

We jumped up and went to the centre of the clearing.

“All right, we have two minutes to hide, and then the stalking starts, may the best man win! One, two, three, GO!” Aidan announced.

I set off straight into the woods, and then took a left down into where I knew the forest was thicker and would give me more cover. My plan was to wait here for a short while and then circle around the clearing. I was pretty sure that Aidan would stick fairly close.

To my mind we would be pretty evenly matched. On the one hand I had home turf advantage, and on the other he had paint-ball experience. Little did I know that I was doomed from the start. The glaring clue that was staring me in the face was that Aidan had his own paint ball gun. Both he and Jordan were really good at it. I would learn later that he was a master tactician and the brothers in a team had won many competitions.

It took me about five minutes to work my way back to where I could see the fort. I then remembered a war movie that I had watched where they said the best place to be was the high ground. It seemed like a good idea so I dropped to the ground and began to belly crawl. I was going very slowly, using low bushes and fallen logs for cover.

The shot behind me nearly made me jump out of my skin, and a moment later the paint ball stung me in the lower back.

It was a completely instinctive reaction that I spun around and clutched at where the paint ball had impacted. Aidan pounced from where he had ambushed me. He stood over my prone body and then stepped onto my right wrist, the one that I still held the gun in. After immobilizing my hand he grinned down at me. “I got ya!” He shouted triumphantly.

“Bugger!” I sighed and looked up at him. “That hurt more than I thought it would!”

“Well that’s the price of being a loser!” Aidan jeered good-naturedly. “And that’s just the start, because you are my prisoner now.” Aidan pushed his foot down onto my hand some more. “Let go of the gun,” he commanded, and for added effect he leveled his own gun down at my belly.

I let go my gun and he took his foot off my hand. He then put the same shoe down on my chest and stood there. “Do you accept that you are my prisoner?” Aidan asked seriously.

At that moment Aidan cut a truly powerful figure, and I felt a wave of butterflies flow through me. Looking up at him standing over me, with the weight of his foot pressing me into the ground and the paint ball gun pointed at me I felt a fundamental shift in myself.

“Yes Sir” I said, staying in character.

I think maybe Aidan sensed that shift in me too, I wasn’t sure, but he stayed like that a bit longer that was necessary. “Right. Get onto your knees and put your hands behind your back.” Aidan ordered as he stood back.

I then heard him rustling around behind me and the distinctive clink of metal. Before I could do anything, Aidan grabbed my hands and clapped the pair of handcuffs onto them.

“Up” He ordered and pulled my wrists upwards.

I got up and then he pushed me forward, still holding onto my wrists. We were right on the edge of the clearing so it was only a short walk to the fort itself.

When we reached it Aidan told me to kneel again, which I did. Walking in front on me he used his shoe to nudge my knees apart more until he was satisfied with my position. He then took the chair and sat down in it, extending his legs out so that they were between my knees. They were very close to my crotch I thought.

Aidan just sat there for a while looking me over. When his eyes met mine I saw a shine in them. He held my gaze and seemed to peer into my very soul. He seemed to see my deepest secrets. Even all those things about me I had kept from everybody. I could not hold his gaze any longer and I dropped my eyes to his shoes.

That seemed to be the signal he had been waiting for, and he began to speak. “I’m going to interrogate you to get some answers” Aidan announced. “I’ve noticed a lot of things about you, so I want the truth. I’m afraid I told a little bit of a white lie earlier when I said this was a game. It’s actually really serious.”

I got scared at this point. He was serious. When I looked back up at his face there was a hard edge in his eyes. Swallowing nervously I nodded.

“You answer with a Yes Sir or No Sir !” Aidan added forcefully.

“Yes Sir!” I immediately replied.

Aidan raised an eyebrow thinking of his first question.

“First question. Are you gay?”

I was floored. As I said I had known for some time that I liked boys, but there was no way I would admit it to Aidan. He was my new friend and I didn’t want to do or say anything to jeopardize that.

“No Sir!”

A small smile crept into the corner of Aidan’s mouth.

“I think you are lying. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes, I’m also sure I’ve seen you pop a boner.” With that he stood up and retrieved a length of rope from the backpack. I hadn’t seen him put it in there earlier. He circled to my back and tied the one end to the hand cuffs. Pulling me to my feet he took me outside the fort. Aidan then found a suitable tree branch and threw the other end over it. He pulled it taught, but not tight.

“Last chance to tell the truth or I’m gonna punish you for lying to me.”

I was really scared at this point. I mean I was cuffed and tied up, and we were far enough from anywhere that nobody would hear me crying out for help. I was totally helpless and in his power.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach I realized that I didn’t know anything about the boy in front of me. For all I really knew he could be a thousand times worse than Donovan. And now I was here and totally at his mercy. The worst part was that I had been so easily tricked into this situation.
Aidan took my silence as his answer. He tugged on the rope which pulled my arms upwards. I yelped out. They were not drawn up so much that it was really painful, but it was really uncomfortable. I had to stand on my toes to keep the pain out of my shoulders.

Aidan then walked behind me. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew that it couldn’t be good for me. Then I heard a swoosh and felt the blow land on my backside. A searing pain burst in me and I involuntarily cried out. Aidan circled back around to face me. He had a riding crop in his hand that he patted into the palm of his other hand.

“Oww Aidan, please that hurt, please let me down.” I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

Aidan stepped forward and landed another blow on my hip. It stung just as much as the first one. And I cried out again.

“That one was for not calling me Sir!” He said. “Now if you don’t tell me the truth, I’m gonna give you five more. Are you gay?”

“No Sir” I said quietly, still not able to admit it to him. I hung my head in shame.

He must have known. Suddenly I felt the first of five blows land on my rump in quick succession Aidan was on the third blow when the first one started hurting. The pain quickly blossomed into scorching fire. Just as he landed the fifth one did I broke and yelled out.

“Yes Sir, I am gay, I’m sorry for lying to you!”

I was crying openly now, sure that he would just continue whipping me for the fun of it. I was now sure that he was just another Donovan and had lulled me into a false sense of security so that he could have his fun with me.

Aidan came back in front of me. I expected to see nothing but contempt on his face when I looked at him, but I was wrong. I saw something else, I saw compassion. He stepped closer and took my chin into his hand cradling it softly. “If you told me the truth Steven, I wouldn’t have had to do that to you. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I blinked at him, and felt a tear drop onto my cheek.

Aidan let go my chin and then went and undid the rope. I fell to the ground, but didn’t move, thinking better of it.

A few moments later Aidan appeared in front of me again. “Next question, and remember what will happen to you if you lie to me again” Aidan said.

I nodded at him “Yes Sir, I won’t lie again.”

Aidan stepped up closer to me so that the crotch of his jeans was no more than a few inches away from my face. I had to crane my head upwards to look at him. “Does thinking about my feet give you boner?” Aidan asked.

There was no denying that. “Yes Sir” I said.

“Good answer, and I believe you.” Aidan stated. “Next question. Did you mean what you said about liking me being your boss?”

Once again answered “Yes Sir.”

“What did you like about it?” Aidan asked.

I had to think about that for a second. I didn’t know how to answer it.

Aidan grabbed a handful of my hair as a warning for me to answer. “I don’t know Sir. I guess I just liked it. It somehow felt right, and I like doing things for you while you give me orders.”

Still holding my hair Aidan smiled down at me. I could see sincerity in his face, and was genuinely pleased by my answer.

He let go and took a step back from me. “Well then I think I should tell you a few things too. I had to hear you say them first before I told you about me. You gotta be really careful about some of these things. I have read up on the internet about people like you and people like me. You are a slave and I am a Master.”

I was floored by what Aidan had just said. “Uhh Aidan I don’t think...” My sentence was cut short as he stepped forward and slapped me across my face. It was a stinging blow but not really all that sore. I think he just meant to stun me, which of course it did.

“You just broke two rules Steven. The slap was for talking and you didn’t call me Sir.” Aidan thought for a moment. “I tell you what, if you can think of a good way to show me you are sorry, I won’t give your butt a whip with this...” He then lifted the riding crop into my view and waved it around.

I really wanted to avoid another blow from that. Suddenly my mind went reached back to some old movies I had seen. They were set in Ancient Rome and a slave had to beg for forgiveness for a crime. In the film he had kissed the Emperors feet while he begged. The scene had stirred up all sorts of feelings in me but I didn’t understand them at the time.

Still with my hands cuffed behind me I shuffled forward a bit. I then laid a kiss on the tops of each of Aidan’s dirty Converse sneakers. “Sir I am sorry for disrespecting you like that.” I said.

I was going to return to my kneeling position, but for some reason I didn’t. Even though it was a bit uncomfortable, it felt good to be like this. I loved being near his sneakers, and somehow I think I sensed that he liked this too. And of course if I was pleasing him he wasn’t punishing me.

“I will forgive you this time, but don’t do it again!” Aidan admonished. “As I was saying, you are a slave, and I am a Master. People like you are born with a need to serve people like me. They need Masters to control them and keep them in line and to make sure they are good boys. And then there are people like me who are born to get served and worshipped. It’s just our place in life.”

Somewhere deep on a subconscious level Aidan’s words made perfect sense to me. I knew that he was right. About me, about him, and he certainly knew that he could dominate me. My attraction to his personality magnified ten-fold in those few moments.

“Yes Sir, I think you are awesome. I never really thought about it in the way you said, but you’re right.” I said. With this I moved my head and kissed the toe of his sneaker once more.

“Good boy. Sit up on your knees and look at me” Aidan ordered.

He almost looked like he wanted to cry. He was so happy. Like me he had found something that was missing in his life. “I think we are going to be best friends....kind of,” he giggled.

He then walked behind me and untied the rope. “Come, let’s eat some pizza.”

Once free of the rope I got to my feet. I still had my arms cuffed, but at this point I almost didn’t notice them. I knew that we were not playing the prisoner game any more but Aidan didn’t offer to take them off, so I didn’t ask. Besides it was kind of cool to be restrained like this around him. Just a reminder that he was the one with the power.

A thousand thoughts were swirling around my head as we made our way over to the fort. It was obvious that Aidan knew a lot more about this stuff that I did. But then again he had far more exposure to the world than what I did. And of course I didn’t have access to the internet. Many questions started popping up in my head that I wanted to ask him, but I thought I had better hold off a bit. Everything was moving so fast.

Aidan automatically took the seat. He pointed to the ground in front of him and told me to kneel down. I did so, and felt quite happy about it.

“It looks like you are really enjoying this” Aidan then said and pointed to my crotch. I had been so distracted that I hadn’t noticed that I was fully erect.

I blushed furiously. With my hands cuffed I couldn’t hide it. I started to shift my body but Aidan stopped me by putting his sneaker onto my thigh.

“Dont move!” Aidan ordered. “And don’t worry about it, see, I really like this too.” He said and pointed to his crotch with a broad grin.

The outline of his own erection was clearly visible as well. I am sure I would have noticed it under normal circumstances, but the last little while I had been very distracted. I couldn’t help myself. I just stared at the bulge as if hypnotized.

Aidan then got the pizza box out the bag and opened it on his lap. He took out a piece and munched on it. My tummy grumbled, I only began to notice just how hungry I was. After his first piece was finished Aidan got a second piece. I thought that he was going to give it to me but he started eating that one too.
Aidan grinned at me. “Don’t worry I will save you a piece, but you only get to eat after I do.”

“Thank you Sir” I was grateful knowing that he wasn’t going to finish it all, but I also knew that he could if he wanted to.

He had got down to the crust when he held it out toward me in his fingers. “You want the crust?” he asked.

I readily agreed, and he fed it to me. When he pushed the last little bit into my mouth his fingers brushed my lips sending electricity coursing through me.

He then got the last piece and patiently fed it to me too. Once again I got the thrill of his fingers on my lips, and while I was chewing it he casually used my hair to wipe his hands. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

It really began to hit home to me that I loved being treated like this by him and thought I should say something. I had hardly said anything so far unless it was answering a question.

“Umm, Sir? Can I say something?”

Aidan looked down at me and smiled.

“Sure, I want you to talk like normal with me, as long as you are completely honest and always really respectful. You may be my friend now, but you are also a lowly slave and I am a Master” he said.

“I was just thinking a bit more about what you said, and wanted you to know I really like you, and I really like the way you are treating me. I think I have known for a while now that I was different, I just didn’t know that I was really a ... well, a slave. Even earlier when you hit me with the riding crop. I really hurt at the time, but afterwards, like now, it kinda felt right.”

“That’s great Steven! I read about that. Slaves need to be punished, and only real slaves know they need it. I can also tell you I needed it. I feel fantastic while I am doing it, like I have so much power. It’s such a rush!” Aidan answered excitedly.

We sat for a little while and chatted some more. He then said we should have another game of Paint Ball. This time the penalty would be different.

“I think if you lose, I get to give you five swats with the crop across your butt again.” Aidan said with a gleam in his eye.

I knew just how painful that would be but agreed; not that I felt that I could say no.

“But what if I win?” I asked. “I don’t know but it wouldn’t be right to do the same to you.”

Aidan agreed. “Tell you what, if you win I will let you have some of the chocolate bar I brought with me.” He said and produced a melted wrapper from his pocket. It was not broken, just mooshy and melted.

He also pulled out the hand cuff keys and took them off. We then started the game.

I don’t know how, but the Gods were smiling down on me that day. I won!. Yes indeed. It might have been pure luck that he just didn’t react quick enough when we caught each other off guard coming around a few bushes, I don’t know, but I pulled the trigger and one shell caught him on the right shin. His round flew a few inches wide of me.

Aidan cursed angrily and clutched his leg, but when he looked up he had a genuine smile on his face. “OK fine; you got me,” he said.

I was very pleased with myself and grinned back at him.

“Come and get your reward” Aidan said and pointed on to the ground in front of him.

I did so and realized that I felt no shame kneeling before him. It it felt... natural. I could also see that Aidan was at ease with it.

He retrieved the melted chocolate bar and opened it. The gooey chocolate got all over his fingers as he scooped most of it into his mouth. When he was finished he held out the wrapper for me.
I made to take it from him but he stopped me.

“Uh Uh… no hands.” He said, a mischievous smile playing over his lips.

I leaned forward and took the last bit of chocolate into my mouth and savoured it. Aidan folded up the empty wrapper and then instead of wiping his chocolaty fingers on his jeans, he held them out to my face. “Clean them off,” he told me.

I took each of his fingers into my mouth and let my tongue work all around each digit. It may sound strange, but the chocolate wasn’t the treat here. The act itself was. I revelled in this incredibly intimate act. When I was finished, and before Aidan moved off I held onto his hand and then dried his fingers off on my shirt.

“Very good Steven,” he said, and I grinned at his praise.
It was then time to go. I gathered the things and packed them back into the backpack. When I picked up the riding crop, despite the pain that it has caused me earlier I handled it almost reverently.

I was then about to pack the rope back into the bag, but Aidan told me to leave it here because it might come in handy.

Finished, we started back to Aidan’s house, chatting with one another all the way.

[Soraka]

by kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:16 pm

Chapter 4

Approaching the house I could see that Aidan’s mom was back. Her car was parked outside. She was in the kitchen writing something on the fridge notice board. “Hi Honey, and hi Steven. You boys have fun?” She asked.

“Yes Mom, we went exploring in the woods.” Aidan replied.

“That’s great Hon, listen, remember what we talked about last night? I’m going to be away at work a lot from now, so here is a list of yours and your brother’s chores. I’m putting it up on the fridge.”

“Aww Mom!” Aidan whined, but then he stopped himself. It was almost as if the light from the light bulb that switched on in his head flashed behind his eyes. “Actually that’s cool Mom. I’ll get mine done.”

Aidan’s mom looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Clearly she had expected more resistance, but she didn’t say anything, perhaps because she didn’t want to change his mind.

Aidan and I went up to his room. When we got there he closed the door and turned to me.
“Get on your knees” He said and pointed to the floor just in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I complied even though I was a bit worried about someone coming into the room.

“Things are going to be very different for us from now on Steven. I have been thinking about this stuff for a long time. And as I have said I have done a lot of reading on the internet. Obviously even though you are a slave, we can’t let everyone know about it. I am going to tell Jordan about you. I’m sure you have noticed that he is a lot like me. I am sure you can see he is, but I don’t know if he is old enough to understand what a real slave is or how to treat them properly.

“We also have to put some rules in place. Well I do, that’s a Masters responsibility. Tell me Steven, do you have a computer and the internet at home?”

“No Sir,” I shook my head. “There is at the school and the library, I can go there if you want me to.”

Aidan thought for a moment. “Good idea, but no. It’s OK, never mind I will give you a different homework assignment. I will make it easy for starters. I want you to think of one rule you should have as a slave. That’s for tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir, I’m sure I can do that.” I said.

Aidan looked at me and was not smiling when he spoke again. “Well you had better, because you will be punished every time you disobey me. Next...”

Aidan didn’t finish his sentence when the door opened and in strode his little brother. I turned in surprise and looked at him. “Hey Aidan...” he started but didn’t finish he he saw me kneeling in front of his brother. “What’s this? Jordan asked.

“Come on in Jordan. I don’t think you have met Steven properly yet.” Aidan said to him.

Jordan went to the bed looking down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He sat next to Aidan tucking one leg up under him. He didn’t offer to say hello or anything, but rather waited for Aidan to speak.

“You remember a few months back at your old school there was that kid there that followed you around like a puppy dog?” Aidan asked.

“Yea sure, it was great, I got him to do everything for me.” Jordan said.

“And remember what we read on the internet about some people being like that?” Aidan continued.

Jordan snorted and looked at Aidan with annoyance.

“Yea you asshole, it was wrong. When I tried some of that on Timmy I didn’t just lose a lackey, I got in trouble. Everyone thought I was a bully.”

“Well you were an idiot. I told you that you couldn’t just go and do that stuff on him.” Aidan scolded.

“Oh come on, he was exactly like what it said he should be like!” Jordan whined.

Aidan ruffled his little brothers hair in a friendly gesture. “Never mind Jordan, so anyway guess what....” Aidan said with a cheeky grin on his face.

“What is it?” Jordan said and batted Aidan’s hand away playfully.

Aidan jerked his thumb toward me. “Steven here is the real deal.”

Jordan just sat there with a gob-smacked look on his face. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Aidan grinned.

“Well that explains how you got your room done.” Jordan laughed. He then stared at me intently for a moment. “Is this true? Are you really a slave?” He asked me.

I had just been listening quietly while the the brothers had this discussion. I didn’t know what to feel about it. To be sure when they started I didn’t know how Jordan would react, but from what I had just heard, it sounded like he knew all about his brothers proclivities, and not only did he share them, he had tried to get another boy to act on them.

“Uhh, Yes it is Sir.” I said. Only after I had said it did I realize I had called Jordan Sir. I don’t know why, but it seemed the right thing to do, even though he was younger than me. More of what Aidan had been saying earlier was making sense. There did seem to be people that commanded respect. And just like Aidan, Jordan was one of them.

Jordan beamed and turned back to his brother. “O man! This is so awesome! When did you find out about him?”

“I had my suspicions yesterday, but today it was obvious. And you are really gonna love this. Not only is he a natural slave, I think he is a natural foot slave on top of it...” Aidan said with obvious enjoyment.

I blushed when he said this. I was still not used to people discussing my most personal stuff. But there wasn’t anything I could do. That and of course they were right.

Jordan whooped and punched the air. “I can’t believe we lucked out like this... I mean it was exactly that that freaked Timmy out, hehehe.”

Aidan grabbed a hold of Jordan’s arm and pulled him back down to the bed. “Hold your horses Jordan. Calm down.” Aidan said, amused by his brothers excitement. “We gotta do this right. I mean sure he is a natural, but he doesn’t belong to us yet. And then there is all the training, and the rest of it...” Aidan trailed off with a grin.

“Uhh Sir...” I addressed Aidan “What do you mean by belonging to you and training?” I asked.
Aidan turned to me and looked at me sternly.

“Don’t interrupt us Steven. As a slave you don’t just get to speak whenever you want.” Aidan said.

Again I hung my head, but was a little relieved that I didn’t get hit this time.

“Actually I want to know what you mean too.” Jordan said.

Aidan nodded. “Well he isn’t owned by anyone yet. What if another kid figures out that they can get a real life slave? Steven would naturally just go to them. He can’t help it; it’s not his fault. We gotta make him ours only. And we have to train him to be exactly the way we want him.”

Jordan nodded thoughtfully. “Too right, I don’t want to share him with anyone.”

I shifted uneasily. This was a lot of information that was being bombarded on me in only one afternoon. I knew from earlier that my life was going to change, but this much and this quickly?
Aidan then turned to me. “I don’t think you have said a proper hello to your other Master yet have you?”

“No Sir” I said and then turned on my knees to Jordan. “Hello Master Jordan” I said, and then bent forward onto my hands and brought my face up close to his white socked feet. Again I smelled the strong sweaty smell of his feet, but mixed in with the fresh aroma of new shoe. I didn’t hesitate and planted a kiss on the tops of each foot lingering a little with each one. I was beginning to realize that these boys, I mean Masters, really did like what I was doing, and in fact they were enjoying my submission just as much as I was.

I was going to resume my place but I felt Aidan’s shoe come down onto the back of my neck. He didn’t force it down but just let the weight of his leg rest on it. That was enough to push my face into Jordan’s socked feet. I could feel the warmth of them through the smelly fabric.

“Hello Steven, I’m glad my brother found you. I think this is going to be very good for all of us.” Jordan said. “And you better get used to feet. I think that’s where a slave like you belongs.”

Aidan laughed at that. “He isn’t joking you know Steven. He loves his feet. You will probably spend more time on them than on mine... but not much!”

Giggling and wiggling his toes Jordan said: “ You know Aidan, we can’t keep calling his Steven. We have to think of a better name.”

Just then Mrs. Masterson called from downstairs. Dinner was ready.

“Shit.” Jordan sighed. “This spoils our fun.”

“Be right down!” Aidan shouted back. “Well just for today.” He then took his foot off the back of my neck. I got back to my knees.

“What time do you finish school Steven?” Aidan asked.

“At two o clock Sir” I answered.

“Same as us, but I think we only get back to the house at three. You are gonna be here when we get back from school tomorrow, you hear?” Aidan warned.

“Yes Sir.” I nodded.

Satisfied, Aidan stood up. Jordan stood next to him.

“When we leave the room, things go back to normal, we don’t want our mom to get suspicious.” Aidan said before turning to Jordan and continuing. “And you can’t let on at school either, not even to Cameron.”

“I won’t, I promise Aidan.” Jordan said sincerely.

We all left the room then and went downstairs. Mrs. Masterson invited me over for dinner, but I declined saying that I needed to get home. I said goodbye to both Aidan and Jordan dipping my head to each of them as I did so.

On the bike ride home the day’s incredible events started peculating through my brain. I was both ecstatic and apprehensive at the same time. This was more that I could have ever dreamed of. I had met two people that not only shared my interests, but wanted me to be a part of their lives as well. And then of course there was the other thing, they wanted me to belong to them, to be owned by them. I certainly didn’t know all that entailed, but I also knew that I really liked the sound of it. Did that mean that there other kids out there that were like them on the lookout for kids like me? That would mean that there were kids like me too.

In no time I arrived home. Dad hadn’t made dinner and he was only semi-conscious on the sofa in front of the TV. He did leave me some take-out on the kitchen table. I ate it and then went to watch TV for a while with him. Dad was asleep after a while and I watched a couple of shows before I had a shower and went to bed.

That evening I had the most incredible night rubbings. But instead of fantasy, I merely relived the events of the day. I eventually fell into a restful and dream coloured sleep. The sleep of a very happy boy.

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by kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:34 pm

Chapter 5

My day at school the next day was as normal. Although to me time seemed to move like molasses. I was counting the minutes before school ended and I could see the Masterson brothers. When the final bell came around eventually I could barely contain myself. I was the first one out the door and to my locker.

Having got all my things I hurried home. It was only a five minute walk, but I was half way home when I ran into Donovan. Or I should say that he ran into me.

Donovan was on his bike and because I had been concentrating so hard on getting home I had not heard him approaching. He had rode up behind me and put out his hand to slap the back of my head as he went past. A typical Donovan move. On any other day I would have expected him just to laugh his ass off and carry on going, but today of all days he stopped his bike a few meter on front of me.

“Hey bitch, why are you in such a hurry?” He asked.

“No reason” I said and gathered up my fallen books.

Donovan snorted. “I have decided that as a resident fag in the school you are going to start paying fag tax, which means that whatever pocket money you get, you are going to hand over to me. My brother does the same to the fags in high school and he is doing well out of it. I have looked around and as far as I can tell, you are the only one in our school, so you are going to pay.

“Uhh, I don’t have any money.” I stammered.

“Not good enough. One way or another you gonna pay. Its either money or something else...”
When Donovan started to get off his bike I bolted. My house wasn’t far away and I thought I could make it. I suppose I should have known better. Donovan was an athlete, but my house was just in view up the street and I had a new-found confidence from yesterday. Unfortunately Donovan caught up with me just as I turned into my front yard. He tackled me to the ground and sent my books flying once again. I knew that resistance was futile and in a second he had flipped me over on my back and straddled me in a bully pin.

“Big mistake bitch!” Donovan grunted. “Now I want to hear you say you will give me your pocket money.”

“Please Donovan, you must know me and my dad don’t have money. I get very little and I don’t have and at the moment.”

Donovan was annoyed by this. He thought about it for a moment and realized I was probably telling him the truth.

“Well we will just have to find other ways for you to pay” Donovan threatened. He then moved his hips forward and rubbed his crotch over my tightly closed mouth. After a few moments he stopped and stood up over me.

“Yea bitch, meet me at the park today at four. You hear?” Donovan said.

I looked up at him and saw a gleam in his eye that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. To my horror I also felt a wave of submissiveness flow over me. I had no time to dwell on this because I hadn’t agreed with him quickly enough and Donovan bent forward and delivered a hard open hand slap to my mouth.

I just nodded dumbly, the blow had stunned me.

“Good, see you then. Donovan said. He then bent forward and spat. The gob landed on my cheek and ran down warmly over it. Donovan gave a laugh at this and then left me lying there.

Slowly I picked myself up an got my books once again. Inside I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I noticed the slight taste of blood in my mouth and when I looked in the mirror I could see why. My lip had a small split in it. It wasn’t big or anything, but it throbbed and was beginning to swell.

I couldn’t believe it. I realized that I had agreed to meet Donovan later when I also knew that it would be impossible. Not if I was going to go over to Aidan and Jordan’s. And I could also not understand or explain the mixture of emotions I had felt when I had been pinned between Donovan’s thighs. I suppose somewhere inside the slave in me (as Aidan had put it) had responded to Donovan’s dominance. Aidan had also said that I couldn’t help it. I suddenly got scared when I remembered what else Aidan had said. What if Donovan wanted to own me?

I didn’t want to think about it. I had other things to do.

All too soon it was time for me to leave for the Masterson house. I got on my bike and started off with butterflies in my belly. As I was riding along I began tonguing the cut on my lip. It was still a little sore and a reminder of my encounter with Donovan. I have a very good imagination and all sorts of horrible scenarios started playing through my mind. For sure I knew there would be hell to pay if I didn’t meet Donovan. But I wasn’t about to disobey Aidan and Jordan. They took complete precedence in my mind.

Halfway Up the driveway I heard a car behind me. As I craned my neck around I saw Mrs. Masterson’s SUV barreling up the dirt driveway. I just caught a glimpse of her and saw Aidan sitting in the front set with Jordan peering out from between them. They had seen me and were smiling.

Quickening my pace I rode after them choking a bit on the dust that the car had thrown up. I arrived just as the boys had just got out the car. Mrs. Masterson had opened the window and was giving Jordan a kiss.

“Hello Steven, it’s good to see you.”

“Hello Mrs. Masterson” I greeted in reply.

She turned her head to Aidan “Now you boys be good, I will be home at around seven this evening. I have left you lunch in the fridge.”

With a final goodbye wave she drove away. Clearly she was in a hurry because she left us in a cloud of dust. When it cleared a bit I noticed for the first time that Aidan and Jordan wore school uniforms. They looked fantastic in them. “Hello Sir” I greeted first Aidan and then Jordan.

They both greeted me with a hello as well. Then Jordan took stepped forward next to Aidan. “Well there is nobody around, so you can give us both a proper hello slave!” Jordan said happily.

I smiled at them. Then I got to my knees on the gravel of the driveway and kissed each of the four dusty shoes. When I got back up we all chuckled, obviously enjoying the situation.

Then Aidan’s eyes darkened. “What the hell happened to your lip?” he asked.

“It looks like someone smacked you in the gob” Jordan added. The concern in their voices was obvious. My heart melted a little. Their concern for me made me want to cry.

I tried to answer but nothing came out my mouth for a moment.

“It’s all right” Aidan said. “you can tell us in the house.” He put his school bag down. “Bring our bags in and put them in our rooms. Then come down to the lounge. Mine goes by my desk.”

Jordan did the same with his bag and added. “Mine goes by my desk too.”

They then walked towards the door. Aidan retrieved the key from his pocket while Jordan hung on him in the manner that only a little brother can, whispering something in his ear.

I picked up their bags and went did as they told me. “Have you eaten?” came Aidan’s voice as I started up the stairs.

I thanked him and said that I had.

When I returned I found the boys lounging on the big leather sofa in the sitting room. They were munching on some sandwiches and were in deep conversation. Somehow I knew that I shouldn’t take a seat next to them, and like in their room the previous day, I got to my knees in front of them.

“Good boy.” Aidan praised. “I got the feeling that training you is not going to be that hard at all.”

“Now how did you get that lip?” Jordan asked around a mouthful of food.

I knew better than not to answer, so I told them the whole story about this afternoons encounter with Donovan ending off with that being the only reason that I was here just after they arrived.
Raising my eyes slightly I saw their reaction. They were furious.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jordan shouted and jumped off the sofa.

“Hold on Jordan, calm down and sit down.” Aidan said. He was also no less angry than his brother but had a little more self-control.

Aidan questioned me some more about Donovan. He wanted to know all sorts of things about him, where he lived, if he had any brothers and sisters, and what kind of sport he did.

In the end Aidan turned to his brother. “All right, I think we can teach this kid a lesson.”

Jordan seemed much more satisfied and grabbed the TV remote and flipped through some channels until he found what he wanted. Aidan then put his plate aside and leaned forward to me.
“Later today we will go with you to meet Donovan. I can promise you he won’t bother you any more after we are done with him.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was also on the verge of tears. Nobody had ever stood up for me like this in my life before. As I sat there and watched the brothers eating and looking at the TV my adoration and hero-worship grew exponentially.

Aidan was the first to finish his lunch. He handed me the dirty plate and grinned.

“Slaves should always be grateful of anything they get from their Masters, that means you should lick up the crumbs before you wash the plate.” He said. “And then go put in in the dishwasher.”

I did so and as I was returning to the lounge Aidan came into the hallway. “I’m gonna get changed Jordan!” He called out.

“Yea, I’ll be up in a bit, just want to see the end of this.” Jordan answered.

Aidan then looked at me and snapped his fingers. “Heel!” He ordered and started up the stairs.

When we got to his room he went and stood by the doors to the large wardrobe He then pointed to the floor in front of him. I quickly got to my knees once more.

“This is going to be one of your duties slave, for both me and Jordan.” Aidan then opened the cupboard and chose a shirt and a pair of jeans before continuing his lecture. “On the days that you are here after school you will clean our rooms and the bathroom. You will also make sure our uniforms are ready for the next day and make very sure that our shoes are shined and spotless.”

As Aidan spoke he started undressing. After he tossed his blazer dropped onto the bed he took off his white shirt. This he dropped on the floor. I knelt there mesmerized. Up to this point I had not seen him shirtless and my gosh he was beautiful.

A small smile played over his lips. I’m sure he knew the effect his teasing was having on me.
With a sigh he sat down on the bed. “Take my shoes and socks off” Aidan said.

Quickly I shuffled over and undid the laces on his black leather loafers. When I got the first socked foot out I was rewarded with Aidan’s distinctive musky warm smell. I could not help myself, so I bent forward and pressed my face up to the dark sock and breathed it in while gently giving it a kiss. I felt Aidan’s toes wriggle under my lips.

After I set the shoe down and the other foot was given the same treatment I looked up at Aidan’s smiling face once more as I took off each sock. “Now kiss my feet too slave. That’s how I want you to do it when you take off my shoes. You must stop and show respect at each layer, shoes, socks and feet.”

I happily nodded in agreement and did so.

“Good boy.” Aidan praised. He then stood and took off his grey school pants and got into his jeans.

“Take my clothes to the hamper in the bathroom, then go downstairs and get the shoe cleaning kit. It’s in the kitchen cupboard next to the fridge. You have two minutes. If you are back here late I’m gonna punish you with one smack for every second you are over time!”

I was surprised by the change in the tone in Aidan s voice, and I also knew he was serious. The memory of the riding crop was still fresh and I didn’t want that again. As quick as I could I gathered Aidan’s school shirt, pants, and socks and rushed out his room and to the bathroom. There I quickly deposited them into the hamper and rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen where I found the kit where Aidan said it would be. On the way back while I was in the hallway I heard Jordan guffawing at something he had heard on the television.

Bursting through the door of the bedroom I saw Aidan standing next to his desk. I had no idea of how long I had taken so I ran over to him and did a slide on my knees stopping just in front of him. I heard the beep of Aidan’s stop watch as I looked up at his grinning face.

“Ah crap!” Aidan chuckled “You were quicker than I expected. 1 minute 14 seconds. Looks like I don’t get to whip you for that. But remember that a Master doesn’t need an excuse to punish a slave.”

“Yes Sir” I nodded, breathing heavily from the running.

“OK, I have to do my homework now. In the meantime you can get to work on my shoes”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” I answered.

Instead of sitting down at his desk Aidan walked toward the door.

“Come with me. I have a surprise for you Steven. Jordan and I brought it up from the garage last night. You can do my shoes in Jordan’s room so I don’t get distracted from my homework.”

I quickly followed Aidan gathering the school shoes on my way to Jordan’s room. As we entered I saw that it was in a far worse condition that what Aidan’s had been yesterday before the unpacking. “I think Jordan is going to keep you busy for a while with this” Aidan said motioning to all the boxes and debris and then stopped in front of the closet.

I took my usual position before Aidan once more.

Aidan then grinned slyly down at me. “I would have had this in my closet but unfortunately we couldn’t hide it well enough, just in case our mom had a look-see. Not that she would, but you never know.”

My curiosity had been piqued. What on earth could this surprise be inside the closet?

Aidan then opened the closet door. At first I couldn’t see anything at all because Jordan had some of his sports coats and long jackets hung up in the way. Then I realized that there was a large recess in the back of the closet. Probably where a really big safe had been kept, but that been taken out.

When I finally could make out what was in its place I stared to grow a bit fearful. It was a large dogs cage.

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by kkoomm » Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:43 am

Chapter 6


Aidan searched for a few moments and found a light switch. He then stepped into the closet and opened the cage door motioning to me to get in. “Cool huh?” Aidan beamed.

I was not at all sure about this turn of events. I mean a cage? I was just starting to get used to the idea of being a slave, but not an animal. I could not think of any reason why this was necessary.

Aidan seemed to sense my apprehension and took a step closer. With a gentle but firm hand he took hold of the back of my neck and gave me a push toward the door. Now with my head and shoulders past the threshold I glanced up at him once more. His expression was determined.
I was still just stopped there when I thought I should tell Aidan what I thought about this new turn of events.

“Sir, I don’t think I really want to do this. I mean I will just kneel there in the corner and wait for Jordan to come. I promise I won’t move or anything.”

Aidan straightened up. Without answering me he just put his foot on my rump and pushed me forward and inside.

He then closed the door and latched it, without adding the padlock for now.

Bending down onto his haunches Aidan looked at me seriously. The cage was large enough for me to easily turn around and face him while on all fours. It was actually tall enough that if I wanted to I could crouch upright if I kept my head bent.

“Steven, I should really punish you for a few things there that you did.” Aidan said gravely.

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in confusion. I really did not know what I had done wrong in this instance. “I... uhh...” I stammered

Aidan saw this. His expression softened a bit and he hushed me. “Well Steven, you didn’t get in right away when I ordered it, and then you resisted me while I was getting you in the cage as well. That was wrong of you. Don’t worry I am not going to do anything this time. I must remember that you are completely new to this, and some things like this can be scary. I should have given you a little warning about this.”

Relieved to hear that I was not going to be punished, I thought it wise to thank Aidan. “Thank you Sir. And I am sorry about that. You were right, I just got a little scared, I mean it’s for a dog. I’m not an animal you know, Sir.” I said trying to make light of the situation a little.

Aidan lifted an eyebrow. “And what would be so wrong about being my puppy? Don’t you think that I would treat my puppy just as well as I would treat my slave?”

Again Aidan gave me that disarming smile of his. I thought about this for a moment and in truth I couldn’t see Aidan being nasty to a pet. “I suppose so Sir.” I said quietly, now a bit ashamed of my previous reactions.

Aidan then produced a padlock from his pocket and held it in his hand for me to see. “I’m going to lock the door of the cage too Steven. I’m going to do this for a couple of reasons. Of course it’s so that you don’t go anywhere, that’s obvious. It’s also so that you don’t get distracted by other stuff. Mostly, for me though, it makes me feel really powerful, being able to control your movement like this. I’ll bet you that when you relax for a little while and think about it you will like it too. Just think about it while you do your work.”

I nodded my head. My mind was already working and the realization of what Aidan had just said to me began to dawn in my conscious mind.

Before putting the lock onto the door Aidan opened it and set both his school shoes and the polishing kit inside. He then f itted the padlock and clicked it shut. The click rang in my ears with finality. I truly was a prisoner now. Despite Aidan’s reassurances I still felt a little fear. However that fear was tempered with a growing trust; and it kept any panic at bay.

Once more Aidan crouched down in front of me and stuck his finger through the metal bars so that he gently scratched underneath my chin, just like he would have done to a dog. We remained like that for a few moments looking into one another’s eyes before he spoke. “You have to learn to trust your Masters, but I realise that as Masters, we need to earn that trust. I think after you see what happens this afternoon with that Donovan prick, you will realise that you can trust us, and we will protect you from any harm.”

Then Aidan straightened up. “There are still lots of things that both of us must learn, but in the meantime, you look good in there Steven” he smiled. “Get those shoes done while you wait for Jordan. I’m sure he won’t be long.”

Then Aidan straightened up and with that he turned and sauntered out Jordan’s room.

After the door shut the room went silent. I realised I had hardly taken a breath and gasped. With Aidan having been so close to me, his face mere inches from my own and his finger gently caressing my chin, I had been spellbound. The faint smell of his shampoo was still vaguely detectable.

I shook my head to clear it. Holy crap! I really couldn’t think straight when he got so close to me!

I looked around the inside of Jordan’s closet. It was mostly empty owing to him not having unpacked yet, but clearly he had decided that the space next to my cage was going to be reserved for his shoes. I saw the pair he had been wearing yesterday laying there.

Deciding to do what Aidan had asked I thought about what he had just said as I set to work on his shoes.

Lifting one up I put my hand inside it. It was still warm and a little moist and I thrilled at it. Then with my other hand I opened the polishing kit and got the rag and wax out.

He was right of course. Sitting in the cage I felt completely safe. Sure I couldn’t run around and stuff, but why would I need to when I had a job to do? I also came to think that in some strange way that I was not completely alone. The cage in some way was an extension of Aidan’s authority. A way he could exercise his will over me without him actually being there. That gave me a warm feeling inside. Just like before my body responded to Aidan’s dominance and there was a distinct growth between my legs. It would seem that once again, Aidan was right.

Working quickly and thoroughly I was soon finished. The shoes were fairly new and there were not all that many scuffs that needed extra work. Besides, I didn’t know when Jordan would be along, and if there would be time to finish them once he arrived.

Just as I set the second one down, Jordan burst through the door. He immediately looked over to where I was and grinned. He then strode over towards the cage in his closet.

“I see you’ve gotten settled in. How do you like it?” he asked.

Looking up at him through the bars I managed a small smile and answered him truthfully. “Thank you Sir, yes I do quite like it.”

Jordan then turned on his heel and began stripping off his school uniform as he talked. “Well I have you for the next few hours while my brother does his homework so you are going to get my room sorted out. Then after that if there is time you can start on my other chores.”

As I looked at Jordan I marveled at him. How could a boy younger and so much smaller than me command so much authority without even trying? I am sure that to some people it would have come across as arrogance, but it really wasn’t that. Thinking about all of the kids in my school, even the ones that were in the younger grades, there were none that even came close. Those that were indeed arrogant were also bullies, and Jordan wasn’t a bully. I suppose he was just naturally at ease with who he was and to those that weren’t it seemed cocky.

Jordan had finished changing now. He was now barefoot, in jeans, and a white tank-top With his shaggy blond hair he looked like the quintessential skater boy. As was his custom, Jordan, like his brother left his worn clothes where they landed. I suppose he didn’t feel the need to put them in the laundry hamper now that he had someone to pick up after him.

Then Jordan walked over to my cage, gathering his school shoes along the way. When he arrive he reached out and rummaged under some folded shirts on a shelf on my right retrieving a key from under them. “My brother has his one, and this one is mine” He announced with a cheeky grin. Jordan then proceeded to unlock the padlock and opened the door. Initially I thought that he was going to let me out, but instead he tossed his shoes inside before closing and locking the door once more. He then lifted a bare foot and stuck it into the cage, his toes curled around parallel bars.

I felt the same feeling that I described earlier with regards to Aidan when Jordan closed and locked the door. Except now the power was obviously held by him too.

“Remember yesterday when my brother and me were talking, you had your face squashed up against my foot before my mom called and spoiled the fun? I said that I think that a slave’s place it at his Masters feet. Go on... kiss my toes!” Jordan gleefully chuckled.

Happily I complied and planted a kiss on each one of them.

“My brother wasn’t joking either when he said that I have a thing about it,” Jordan continued. “My favourite thing in the world is getting my feet worshipped, so like I said, you better get used to it.”

I knew it was a risk to speak out of turn. Yesterday each time I did, I got into trouble and got punished, but I felt that I needed to tell Jordan something. Pausing from my kisses I craned my neck and looked up at him. Jordan was obviously not pleased that I stopped.

“Sir, I just wanted to say that you are right, and I love everything about your feet. I love being able to worship them and that it makes you feel good, so thank you for the privilege Sir.”

Jordan’s displeased look melted into a wide toothy grin. “That’s awesome! Last night Aidan told me that I maybe have to go a little slow to get you used to it. But when it comes to my feet I don’t need to do I?”

“Not at all Sir” I answered smiling up at him. I then stuck out my tongue proceeded to lick at the little digits to prove my point. I felt Jordan’s body shiver with glee as I continued.

All too soon Jordan pulled his foot back out. “That’s all for now. Unfortunately you have other work to do. It shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to polish my school shoes. Get them done before I come back. I have got to ask Aidan something and go to the bathroom.”

“Yes Sir” I answered and got to work.

Jordan was a little longer than five minutes, and thankfully so. His shoes were harder to polish than Aidan’s had been. They were a little more worn and some of the scuff marks needed more elbow grease. When he returned however I was done.

Jordan then unlocked my cage and opened the door. Then he took out his cell phone and hopped up on his bed and got comfortable.

One would have thought that I would have immediately bolted out the door, but I didn’t. Being in the cage had elicited some new, strong and really enjoyable feelings and I wasn’t sure that I wanted them to end. But I also had not been told to get out so I stayed hunkered down where I was. As it turned out it was the best thing to do.

Jordan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head over to one side. He seemed to be considering something. “Good boy, Steven. I just realised that you actually did the right thing there by not just coming out when I opened the cage for you.”

I gave him a slight smile. As I have said, the cage was becoming quite a new and nice place to be. It seemed that I was doing quite a few things right just by being my natural self, and following my submissive nature. Of course that wouldn’t always be the case. There would be many, many occasions in the future where I got into trouble and was punished for it. Sometimes quite seriously depending on my transgression.

“OK come and let me see the job you did on our shoes. Well done boy, you didn’t just come out.” Jordan ordered.

I crawled out and brought both pairs over to him. While on my knees at the foot of his bed I showed him the results of my labours. Jordan was very pleased.

“Those are great!. We usually get a surprise uniform inspection every few weeks and I always get in trouble for my shoes. I guess that’s not going to happen any more. Now, put mine in the closet next to your cage, and Aidan’s by the door. Then we can get to work.” Jordan chuckled. “ ‘I mean you can get to work.”

I did what he said while thinking about the kind of school that the brothers went to. I couldn’t imagine a school where they had things like uniform inspections. If Jordan had been getting in trouble for his shoes however, it would make me really happy to know that I would be the reason that that didn’t happen any more.

The next hour was spent following a flurry of Jordan’s commands, such as where to put what and being sent down to the garage to retrieve the remaining boxes.

Jordan seemed completely comfortable in his command, just like Aidan had been yesterday. He spent most of the time on his phone texting someone. Every now and then he would giggle at a shared joke. I also noticed that on a few occasions he would point the phone at me and take a photograph. When I realized what he was doing I immediately blushed, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I had finally finished to Jordan’s satisfaction and had taken the last of the trash outside. When I got back to Jordan’s Room Aidan was sitting next to his brother on the bed. Evidently he had finished his homework. They both turned to me as I entered.

Shyly I gave them both a smile and then went over to them. I dropped to my knees as I knew was expected of me but then I also bowed my head down and touched the floor with my forehead.
Last night I had thought of that touch and hoped it would please them.

It did. When I straightened up both of them were grinning happily. “I like that!” Aidan announced. “Did you think of that yourself or did Jordan tell you to do it?”

“Well, like you said Sir, I had to think of something to do for my homework” I answered.

“Yes I did, I was wondering if you would remember. Good work Steven, and also good work on my shoes! But now we must get ready to go and meet this Donovan idiot. Jordan, you ready?” Aidan asked.

Jordan nodded. “Steven... I mean slave boy, go get my boots, the black ones are good ones to kick some asses in.” the younger brother answered and punched his fist into an open palm.

Aidan laughed at this. “Oh crap, I forgot that’s his job now” Aidan said and indicated that he had already put his own footwear on.

I hurried to retrieve the boots from the cupboard together with a clean pair of white socks. While I set to work putting them on I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I dared to speak. Throughout the day I had been worrying about the coming encounter with Donovan. Doing the tasks for the boys had taken mind of it somewhat, but now it was crunch time. I was just really happy with the way that things were going and really didn’t want anything to change that. In all my life experience so far, any encounter with Donovan always ended badly. “I’m sorry Sir, I need to say something.” I ventured.

“Sure, what is it?” Aidan asked.

“Thank you both very much for sticking up for me like this, but I think taking Donovan on is a mistake. He is really mean and really strong. Plus there is his brother in high school to think about. Don’t get me wrong or anything, I don’t want to get beaten up by him, but I would rather its only me than any of you. Maybe he will leave us all alone if he gets it out of his system...”

Aidan interrupted me. “No Steven. That’s very cool of you to want to protect us like that, but it’s not your job. We are your Masters and it’s our job to protect you and keep you safe. We wouldn’t be very good Masters if we couldn’t do that, and I’m sure that if that were the case you wouldn’t want to belong to us.”

“Yea, you do your job and we will do ours.” Jordan chimed in.

Looking into Aidan’s eyes I could see a genuine warmth and concern, and perhaps something else that I did not recognize. I couldn’t hold his gaze however as all sorts of emotions welled up within me so I went back to fitting the boot I had in my hand. At that point I really say just what it was that I felt because I had no real frame of reference. I just knew they were really good and just a little scary.

“Besides...” Aidan continued and gave a sly grin to Jordan “My brother here and I can take care of ourselves. We have both been doing Karate since we were six. The Nationals are coming up in four months’ time and we have both been entered.”

I was gob smacked to say the very least and I forgot my sense of decorum for a moment. “No way! That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed. “ I mean not just because of Donovan, but it’s a real privilege to take part in a competition like that.”

Aidan chuckled and hopped up off the bed. I had finished with Jordan’s boots and he stood up too. “Yes indeed, and hopefully we can work out a way that you can come with us, you know we will a slave come towel boy to take care of us and our stuff while we are there.” Aidan said playfully ruffling my hair as he passed me.

Jordan made for the door. “Come on; let’s go teach this bully a lesson.”

Aidan followed and snapped his fingers in a wordless command to follow.

With a sense that I can only describe as the beginnings of bravery I hopped up and followed the Masterson brothers. I was indeed learning new things.

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by kkoomm » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:33 pm

Chapter 7

It took around twenty minutes for us to arrive at the park. On the way we chatted just like any other group of boys would. Indeed to any casual observer nobody would guess that we were really a slave and two Masters.

The park was deserted. It was as if all the kids knew that something was going to happen there today so they avoided it. I knew that was rubbish, but it was still eerie.

When we reached the roundabout Aidan put his hand out and took hold of my shoulder. He turned me to face him. “So Steven, you know this will probably get messy.” He stated.

I nodded my head.

“But you trust us, and will do anything we tell you to right?”

“Yes Sir, of course.”

“Good. Well, we have to make a show of this. We have to make sure he understands that you belong to us and he must never bother you again.”

I nodded once again but with a smile playing across my lips. It felt so amazing having these boys taking care of me.

“OK, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Aidan ordered.

I did so. He called over to Jordan who was to one side doing some stretching in anticipation of what was to come. “Jordan, pass the handcuffs please.”

Jordan paused in his routine and fished them out the back pocket of his jeans to toss them over to his brother. “There you go bro. But I don’t understand why you brought them along.” He queried as he continued his routine.

I felt the cold metal bands close around each wrist accompanied by the clicking as Aidan adjusted them to be comfortable, but not too loose.
“It’s just for show right now. It’s to help this Donovan guy see that Steven belongs to us. He is under our power and we control him more than he ever did or ever will.”

It sort of made sense to me, and as I looked over to Jordan and I could see the cogs working in his brain. He then gave up and shrugged. “I dunno about that, but I think I like it when he is in them.”

Aidan laughed Jordan's remark. “OK, now get on your knees while we wait” Aidan commanded.

I got down onto the soft grass just like he said.

A few moments later Jordan had finished his stretching and came over to us. “You know you should really give yourself a stretch Aidan” Jordan lectured his older brother. “Remember what Sensei said. You don't want any injuries before the competition.”

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yea, yea, I know you are right” he grumbled. With that Aidan began doing a few warm ups.

Jordan now stood in front of me. Looking up into his face I saw him get an idea and his face changed into an impish grin.

“Turn around and bend your head downwards” he stated.

I did so wondering what he had in mind. Without further ado Jordan then leaned backwards and planted his backside in between my shoulders. He had decided to use me as seat come leaning post while we waited. It is strange to say but it felt quite good to be used in this manner. I mean at least I was being of use to him instead of just doing nothing. Wow!, I thought to myself.

It was only a minute or so more before I heard I heard Jordan announce Donovan's arrival. “That must be him Aidan, and he has brought two of his friends along with him.”

I could not see because I was turned around the other way, but Jordan must have been referring to Stuart and Morgan. They were Donovan's friends.

Jordan hopped up off my back and I shuffled around to face them.

Aidan looked them over. “Jeez, that guy thought you were going to be alone and he still brings his friends to come and beat on you.” Aidan then took up a position next to me so that I had a brother on each side while I knelt with my hands cuffed between them.

As the three bullies approached I felt the old fear of them returning. They made quite an intimidating picture as they strode over towards us. Aidan seemed to sense this and patted my head gently, slowly running his fingers through my hair. “Don't worry Steven. Jordan and I have got this. You’re safe.”

On the other side of me Jordan grinned at his brother. “Hardly seems fair does it?”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Donovan asked as they got closer “I was expecting just the one fag to be here to pay his dues, but it seems that there are three of you instead.”

With that Donovan looked closer and realized that he didn’t recognize the two brothers. “I haven't seen you two before, who are you?”

Aidan answered. “My name is Aidan Masterson, this is my brother Jordan. And no you don't know us because we just moved here. But you do know Steven here and my brother and I are here to tell you that you have bullied him for the last time. From now on you are going to leave him alone. If you don't you and your friends are going to be really sorry.”

For a moment Donovan was taken aback. Nobody ever spoke to him like this. Indeed he had never been challenged with such defiance to his authority over the kids in the town. But Donovan quickly regained his composure, and his rising anger was evident. “Listen dickhead, you’re new here, which makes you shit under my shoe. We can do whatever we want with you. And as for fag boy there, the way it works is that I get fag tax from the kids in our school and my brother gets his fag tax from the ones in high school.” Donovan growled angrily.

His two lieutenants merely smirked.

“Well it doesn’t work like that anymore.” Jordan stated and fished a key out his pocket. He then quickly undid my cuffed hands and returned the key to his pocket. At the same time Aidan took out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons on it before handing it to me. The reason for this wasn’t clear to me just yet, but naturally I accepted it.

Donovan saw Aidan take off the cuffs and I could see immediately that he liked the idea. Oh the law of unintended consequences. I was sure that this did not bode well for his other victims. But at present I could not worry about that.

Aidan then spoke once he handed me the phone. “As you can see Steven belongs to us. So from now on you leave him alone. If we ever hear of you or your friends laying a finger on him again you will get your ass kicked. That’s your last warning. Now piss off, we don’t want to hear about your sorry asses again.”

I was amazed. Aidan's voice had taken on a menace that was difficult to describe in words. Looking over at the three bullies I saw that Morgan had a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Donovan and Stuart were unmoved. In fact, Donovan's face was turning red with rage.

“Right you little shits. It looks like you just don’t get it and we are going to have to teach to a lesson in respect. And I think after you learned your lesson you are gonna blow us so we can make sure the lesson sticks.”

With that the three bullies began to advance. As they did this, Aidan leaned over to me. “My phone is recording, make sure you get everything!” I fumbled with the phone for a second and quickly framed the scene in the view finder.

“You ready, Jordan?” I heard Aidan ask his brother.

Glancing over to his brother I saw Jordan nod. He had an expression of grim determination, but his eyes still sparkled.

Some people say that when you are in a fight situation that time slows down. Some people say that time speeds up. For me right then, it did both.

In an instant Aidan and Jordan fell upon their attackers.

Aidan dropped Stuart with a roundhouse kick to the chops sending him sprawling backwards and out cold.

Jordan ducked under a clumsy swing from Morgan and landed four lightning quick body blows into his solar plexus. A stunned Morgan felt the power drain from him and he fell to his knees in the dirt. Keeping to his character and acting in a rage, Morgan used his remaining strength to aim a punch towards Jordan’s crotch. Jordan saw this sleazy move from a mile away and easily sidestepped. At the same time he raised a leg and let fly with a kick that landed yet again in Morgan’s tortured Solar Plexus. Morgan swayed on his knees for a few moments before he toppled over onto his back.

Aidan dealt with Donovan with an equal efficiency. Donovan was bigger and tougher than his two friends but it turns out that a blow to the Solar Plexus followed up by one to the nose was all that was needed to topple the bully from his throne.

Donovan and his three friends lay sprawled on the ground before us. The two brothers hadn't even broken a sweat and I just knelt there stunned at what had just taken place.

Aidan then turned his head toward me. “Did you get that?” He asked referring to the video footage I had just shot.

“ Uhhh, Yes I did Sir” I replied and then despite myself I started to laugh.

Aidan grinned and then stood over Donovan resting his shoe on the bullies face. Jordan joined him and did the same as I continued recording. The brothers repeated all sorts of poses in childish delight as I kept the camera played on them.

I can’t describe how I felt at that moment. It didn’t seem that life could get any better. I mean revenge is really sweet, and it had been delivered by my best friends and Masters. Had there been any hint of doubt in my mind that Aidan and Jordan didn’t really care about me or that they were just paying me lip service in order to have their very own slave, well it was blown into smithereens.

Aidan then came over and grinned a toothy smile. “ Well Steven, I don’t think they will be bothering you for a while, but we’ve gotta make sure.”
I wanted to say a huge thank you right then and there. I wanted to bow down and kiss their shoes in gratitude. But I suppose I was just to overcome right at that moment. Aidan saw this and just gave me a wink before he bent down and retrieved his phone. He also took my handcuffs and then turned to Jordan, who was now straddling Donovan's chest gently slapping the much bigger boys face between his hands. “Let’s get them up against the roundabout. Steven, give us a hand!”

I jumped up and went over to Morgan while each of the brothers took a different boy. It took quite some manoeuvring but I managed to drag Morgan the short distance and propped him up next to his friends. I was really surprised at how heavy an unconscious body was.

Just as I had finished the bullies began to stir and groan. Before Donovan had completely awoken, Aidan called me over and told me to kneel next to Jordan while he cuffed Donovan to the metal of the roundabout. Finally Aidan stood back next to me.

Donovan and his friends awoke and once more saw the three of us, with me kneeling between the brothers. When he was sure that they were awake Aidan took out his phone, flipped it open and pushed record before he spoke. “You can’t say that we didn’t warn you. Now, like I said before, no more bothering Steven.”

Both Stuart and Morgan - who were on either side of Donovan - kept silent and nodded their agreement. Donovan however glared at Aidan and then spat. The glob landed in the dust in front of me. “Screw you asshole! When my brother finds out about this you, your brother and that little fag are going to be mince-meat! Ask the little bitch, he knows my parents own this town!”

Donovan's rant didn’t faze Aidan in the slightest. “Shut up!” Aidan snapped. “I thought you might be like this, that’s why Steven here recorded that whole thing. So if you don’t want the video posted on Youtube you will do exactly what I say. I'm sure you know that those videos of bullies getting what they deserve go viral really quickly.”

Donovan's eyes widened in fear of that prospect and Aidan decided to push the point home. “I don’t mind being a star. Jordan, Steven, do you?”

“Not at all” Jordan chirped.

“In this case I don’t mind at all Sir.” I beamed.

Donovan glanced over at me. He had clearly heard me call Aidan sir. I knew he must be thinking something about it. Thankfully he had other things to worry about. “Fine!” Donovan growled. “Keep the little bitch. We won’t touch him. But if you post that video the deal is off.”

“Agreed.” Aidan stated. “Come on let’s get out of here.” He then turned and started walking off.
Jordan followed and I got up too. I had one last look at Donovan there handcuffed to the roundabout.

Donovan's eyes burned with rage as he looked at me as if I were an insect. He then silently mouthed the words “You are dead meat.”

A chill went up my spine but I was also under the Masterson brothers’ protection now, so I was sure he wouldn’t really try anything.

When I caught up to Aidan and Jordan we heard Donovan call after us. “Hey wait a minute. I still have the bloody handcuffs on. Where’s the key?”

Aidan chuckled and turned to him. “That wasn’t part of the deal. If you want it, get one of your friends to find it.” With that he tossed the key into some bushes. I saw where it landed, glinting in the sunlight. It wouldn’t be hard to find.

The three of us then made our way home. Just as we got to the entrance of the park Aidan picked up his arm and draped it around my shoulder in a friendly gesture. I thrilled. Never before in my life had I felt so safe, and wanted.

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by kkoomm » Mon Sep 09, 2013 8:15 am

Hi all...

Sorry for the delay,it had to do with a bottle of brandy and a bunch of friends. You can fill in the dots...

In any case, yet another thank you to Jason for his patience in proofing the story. I wont get tired of thanking him, so you better not get tired of hearing it And Jason, as you can see I took your suggestions regarding Stevens feelings about the size of his house.

To answer some other questions...

Bondagefreak ...

Thanks very much... Yes that's just the introduction to Donovan. And remember he has a bully big brother too!
With regards to the handcuffs *** sigh *** yes indeed. But I'm sure you know if you have been in a fight before that for those
few minutes after a fight you are really pumped up on adrenaline. When we are like this we don't think clearly and can make some really stupid mistakes :spank; Perhaps this is the one of the first lessons that Aidan learned about being a responsible Master... although he wont feel the effects of that lesson just yet.

xtc ...

Thanks, and I have taken your advice. I'm am now three chapters ahead 8)
Unfortunately I have already fallen into that trap. Thank goodness Jason, my long suffering proof reader managed to point out where I had gone wrong. Timelines, Aaargh!!!
But not to worry, no back editing was necessary
Two answer your question about plot, I have the major plot elements worked out for the whole story. To give you an idea without any spoilers, I envisage book one to be their primary school years, and then book two to be their high school years. Perhaps there will even be a book three with their years at college? Who knows But for book one, yep its pretty much worked out.

Alright here you are...


Chapter 8

We had walked for about five minutes when Jordan stopped in his tracks. “Hey Aidan I just had an idea! I know its Monday today and that there is school tomorrow, but why doesn’t Steven sleep over at our house tonight?”

Aidan beamed. “That’s a great idea bro! Steven, do you think it would be okay?”

I nodded enthusiastically “Yea, sure I would love to. I mean I would have to ask my dad first, but I really don’t think there will be any problem. I could just go straight from your house to school.”

Aidan was pleased with this. “Well your house is just down the road there, we should go get your toothbrush, clothes and any books you might need for tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir; and my dad will be at home so I can ask him.” I added.

Setting off down the road we were at my house in no time. As we passed through the front gate Jordan looked around at the house and yard. “Jeez, it’s really small.” he remarked.

Upon hearing Jordan’s comment that same old sense of shame burned inside. I know its not my fault that we were poor, but it kinda did matter in the wider world. Even at my age I knew that the poor served the rich. Then again, it also seemed kind of appropriate that me, being from a poor background, should find myself in service to the Masterson brothers. Still, as I said, Jordan’s comment had stung a bit.
Suddenly I thought about how we would find my dad if we went in. He was probably a good deal the way though a bottle of whisky by this time of the day. I didn’t want my new friends and protectors to see him like that. It was embarrassing.

“Uhhh... Sir...” I said to Aidan. “Do you really want to come in? My dad is probably a bit drunk and won’t be all that happy with new people arriving.”

Jordan heard this and lifted his nose at me. “No slave, I want to see your room. Remember, you don’t get to tell us what to do.”

I lowered my eyes and nodded my head immediately. “Of course Sir, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Turning towards the front door I started up the steps with Jordan right behind me. Aidan stopped Jordan with a brotherly hand on the shoulder. “Hold on there, bud! Steven is right.”

I looked over at Aidan, who was looking directly at me as he talked. He had intuited my fears once again, and whereas Jordan was not yet old enough to understand the reasons why I had request them stay outside, he was.

“But I wanna see what his place is like.” Jordan whined.

“I know, but let Steven go inside and do what he needs to while we have a quick talk while he isn’t here. I have a few ideas for tonight that we need to discuss alone. Otherwise they won’t be a surprise for Steven.” Aidan said in a conspiratorial tone.

Jordan immediately forgot about what he wanted and grinned at his brother. “Really? You mean like some of that stuff that you found on the internet?”

Aidan looked over at me and nodded his head which I took as a signal to go. When I got to the door and opened it the last thing I head was Jordan ask something about trying some of his ideas and Aidan agreeing with him.

Inside my house I found my dad exactly the way I thought I would. He was sitting in front of the TV, half a tumbler of whisky in hand and an open bottle on the side table.

“Hi dad” I greeted.

“Oh, hi Steven. How is my boy doing?” he said, slurring his words slightly.

“I’m great thanks. Ummm... Can I go and sleep at a friend’s house tonight please? I know its Sunday, but I will go straight to school from there in the morning.”

“Really? I’m not too sure about that” he answered. With that he picked up the remote and changed the channel.

“Come on dad; I’ve never let you down before,” I pleaded.

Dad thought it over a little more “You’re right. You never have. Ok, you can go, so long as that you come straight to me in the morning so I know you’re okay.”

I stood there for a moment a little unsure that I had heard correctly. I think I expected him to at least ask who my friend was or where he lived. I wasn’t going to push the point however. I had gotten his permission; and to me that was all that mattered.

Quickly I went to the bathroom to retrieve my toothbrush and then to my bedroom. I packed a clean set of clothes into my backpack and dropped my toothbrush inside before zipping it up.
On my way back through the kitchen I stopped again. I wasn’t sure of how much my dad would remember of the conversation we had just had, so I took a pad from the fridge door and wrote him a note. On it I gave him the Mastersons’ address and said that I did not know the telephone number, but he could reach Mrs. Masterson at the big grocery store in town.

I headed toward the front door and when I past my dad I saw that he had fallen asleep, but I said goodbye anyway.

Outside I saw the brothers hanging by the gate and caught the end of the conversation that Aidan was having on his cell phone. “... Yea mom I promise. We are just picking some clothes up from Stevens house and then were going back home. Sure mom... Thanks again. Okay, love you, bye.”
Jordan noticed me first and gave me a huge grin. I also saw a glint in his eye that told me that the conversation with his brother relating to me had been a success, and that it would not be all fun and games for me.

That’s one thing about Jordan. He would have made the worst poker player in the world. His face was an open book. Aidan on the other hand was also pleased, and had that very same look. It was only there for a moment, and then it disappeared. He could hide his emotions if he so wanted. I thought nothing of it. Not after the events of the day. Especially regarding Donovan.

“Everything OK?” asked Aidan as he flipped his phone shut.

“Yes Sir, it’s all sorted.”

“Excellent!” Jordan chimed in. “Let’s get going.”

I made my way over and we started off to the Masterson house. After a few steps Aidan turned and spoke over his shoulder. “From now on, in public, you must walk behind us. Just a few steps. Okay?”

“Yes Sir.” I responded.

As I walked I realised that this was really a great new rule. It kind of re-enforced the notion that the one person led while the other followed. For me it had the added bonus that I could see my Masters shoes while they walked. I also realised, and made a mental note to myself that in this way I could also try to anticipate if they needed anything from me.

Aidan and Jordan chatted idly amongst themselves on the way back. I listened to what they were saying but I was also lost in my own thoughts. Was this really happening to me? My rational mind fought against it telling me that this was somehow wrong. But with one look at the brothers in front of me, my heart won the argument. This really was the happiest that I could remember being.

When we reached the edge of the Masterson property I looked over onto the lands. The fence itself was solid and tall, made from wrought iron upright bars with sharp pointy tops. Every ten meters or for there was a brick pillar that added support. It would really take a determined thief to try to scale it, I thought to myself.

As I was contemplating this I heard Aidan cry out. “Owch! Bugger, that hurt!” Aidan yelped. He then took another ginger step before he stopped and grabbed Jordan’s shoulder for support. “I think I have a stone in my shoe” he grimaced.

Thinking quickly I hurried over and got to one knee in the dust before him. I then took hold of his foot and gently rested it onto my other knee.

“Oh, the unexpected uses of a slave” Jordan chuckled as he looked on.

Aidan watched as I undid the laces and then eased the shoe off. That wonderful aroma rose into my face once more and caused my body to flutter. I tipped the shoe over and the offending stone fell out and onto the ground. At that moment I really wanted to take my time. I could feel the heat radiating off Aidan’s socked foot and into my thigh. But then again I thought about where we were; on a public road where anyone could come by and see us. I’m sure they would have thought the scene a strange one.

I was just about to put the shoe on once more but Aidan stopped me. “Not so fast slave. Take off my sock and hand it to me. Then you can put my shoe back on,” he said.

I pulled of the moist white sock from his foot turning it inside out as it came off and handed it up to Aidan who took it with the tips of two fingers.

Jordan scrunched his nose. “Jeez Aidan and you complain and bout mine! What on earth are you up to?” he questioned.

“Just wait and see bro,” Aidan said.

For me it was a little difficult hearing what they were saying. Not with Aidan’s gorgeous foot in my hands as I slid it back into his shoe. I finished tying the laces and then stayed as I was, waiting for Aidan to take his shoe off my thigh.

I felt Aidan move his foot inside the shoe, perhaps testing for another stone. Satisfied he removed his foot and let go of Jordan’s shoulder. Aidan gave me a satisfied look with just a hint of a smirk “Good boy. And I know just how much you like our feet so here is your reward. Open your mouth.”

Before my mind cottoned on to what was going to be done Aidan stuffed his worn sock into my mouth.

Jordan burst out laughing. “Aidan that’s fantastic! I wish I had thought of doing that!”

Aidan leaned closed and patted my bulging cheek. That smirk was now more pronounced on his face as he looked happily at me.

Jordan was still giggling when Aidan turned to him. “Come on bro, let’s get home.”
The boys started walking along the road once again with me following behind. The sock in my mouth invaded my senses. I could still smell it, probably from the part that was sticking out, and then there was the taste! Oh my gosh; the taste. Strong, acrid, Aidan.

We had only gone a few more meters when I heard Jordan comment. “Pity we don’t have any duck tape on us, it would have been better if we could tape his mouth shut.”

Aidan chuckled. “You have an evil mind Jordan... but you know I like it!”

Upon hearing that, my mind went through all sorts of scenarios. Some were a little scary when I thought more about it but the sock in my mouth swept any concerns.

When we came to the driveway Aidan looked back down the road we had just walked. “I think we should ask mom to put a gate down there on the edge of the property. It would be much easier just be able to cut across the bottom and up to the house.”

Jordan nodded, but then slapped Aidan’s back. “What’s this? You getting lazy?” he quipped cheekily.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Oh please; it’s like a hundred meters from the edge of the fence to here, and then another five hundred to the house. I guess I’m just used to being on my bike.”

Jordan nodded, happy to have annoyed his brother. Even if it was just a little bit. He then turned to me. “Hey slave-boy, do you have a bike?” he asked.

I mumbled an unintelligible yes from behind my gag but also nodded my head to give him my answer.

Jordan then spied something over my shoulder.

“Hey there’s Mom!” Called Jordan and pointed to the SUV that had begun to slow down and turned its indicator on.

Aidan saw this and quickly told me to spit his sock out and stuff it in my pocket. “We can’t let mom see that can we?” he added.

I quickly did as I was told but was sorry to do it. The sock gag was wonderful!

The SUV came to a stop next to us and the window wound down. Mrs. Masterson greeted us cheerily. “Hi there boys! Do you want a lift?”

“Sure, thanks mom.” Aidan replied and made for the front passenger seat. Jordan opened the back door and hopped, clambering over the seat so that he could give his mom a hug. I followed and closed the door after me.

Mrs. Masterson greeted the boys and me before she stared up the rest of the drive way.


“Oh Aidan, I don’t think I told you how proud I am that you did both your bedroom and the bathroom so well. If you keep that up I will only have to do check-ups once a week or so.” She then shot Jordan a glance. “On the other hand young man, if you don’t like me coming into your room you are going to have to prove to me that you can keep it neat and tidy.

Jordan grinned cheekily back at his mom. “Awww shucks mom, I think you will be surprised when you see what it looks like now!”

Mrs. Masterson raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“That’s right mom, it’s just as neat as mine.” Aidan said.

Jordan chuckled and elbowed me in the ribs. “Steven even helped me.”

“O my Steven. You really didn’t have to do that!” She said, clearly amazed that I had helped her son with that unenviable task.

“It was nothing Ma’am.” I responded. “I really didn’t mind.”

Momentarily we had pulled up to the house and the garage door opened. Once in, the car was turned off and we all got out. Mrs. Masterson said that there was shopping in the back of the car, clearly a hint that she wanted the boys to help.

Jordan didn’t get the hint but Aidan did. He paused at the kitchen door and looked over to me while his brother pushed past him and ran into the house. With a slight nod and sly smile I knew what he wanted. This unspoken language of ours was really developing quickly.

“Don’t worry about it Mrs. Masterson, I’ll do it. It’s the least I can do to say thanks for letting me spend the night.” I said, giving her my sweetest smile.

The boot of the car was unlocked, and I took a load of groceries from it. In the kitchen I deposited them on the center table and then went for another one. Mrs. Masterson got on with unpacking, while Aidan helped.

After I had taken the last load I helped with the packing away too. During this Mrs. Masterson asked me questions about myself and my family like any parent would do. But it was evident to me that she liked me.

The moment we had finished Aidan dashed off upstairs. Mrs. Masterson shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Steven, I’m very glad that you have made friends with my boys. You are a genuinely nice kid. Perhaps sometime in the next few weeks we should have both you and your father over for dinner.”

I blushed at the compliment, but was immediately apprehensive about her suggestion.

Mrs. Masterson say my face redden and smiled reassuringly. “We’ll talk more later over dinner. I just wish my boys were as helpful as you are Steven. Thank you for all the help, but run along now. Tell Aidan and Jordan that I’ll ring the bell when dinner is ready. It should only be about an hour or so.”

“Yes, Ma’am” I said and went off to find the brothers.

“Such a polite young man!” I heard her remark to herself as I was leaving.

I went up the stairs and found both Aidan and Jordan sitting in front of Aidan’s computer. They heard my footsteps when I was about halfway across the room and they both turned around. I immediately got onto my knees and did a kowtow before them. My eyes wandered momentarily to the screen but I could not make out what was on it. Quickly Aidan clicked the mouse and it disappeared into screen saver mode.

I then noticed that both he and Jordan were rather excited. By that I mean that they were clearly showing bulges in the front of their jeans. I really didn’t know what to make of that. What had they been looking at that had gotten them into that state?

“Sirs, your mom told me to say that dinner would be in about an hour and that she would ring the bell when it was ready.” I stated.

“Cool” Aidan replied. “And well done for doing the groceries for us. I’m glad you pick up on that.”

Jordan then hopped off the chair and unselfconsciously adjusted his crotch to make himself more comfortable. He then strode over and stood in front of me. He looked down into my face with that cheeky grin of his. “We are going to have a lot of fun with you tonight, slave.”

I didn’t know what else to do so I bend my head and planted a kiss on the toe of each of his boots.

“Yes we are!” I heard Aidan reply. “But we can only start the really cool stuff after dinner.”

Jordan didn’t wait for me to stop kissing, and simply walked off toward the door. “I’m gonna get my Playstation controls. Be back in a second,” he called out.

I then heard Aidan’s voice once more. “Keep your head on the floor. I don’t want you to see this.”

I did so, but as anyone would be I was really curious as to what they had been looking at. It took a lot of self-control but I didn’t peek. For a few moments I heard Aidan clicking the mouse and pushing buttons and then the machine powered off.

The next thing I knew Aidan was standing in front on me. He shifted his one shoe under my face and waited while I lovingly kissed that one and then the other. Once I was done to his satisfaction he went over to the TV and got the dual controls off the PlayStation .He then went over to his bed and sat down on the edge.

Beckoning me over he pointed to the floor next to him. Happily I took up the position as indicated. Momentarily Jordan came back with his set of controls.

“You can put that sock back in your mouth” Aidan grinned as he fiddled with the controls to the TV.

Happily I pulled the cotton sock from my pocket and put it back into my mouth. It was wet from being in there previously, but it still held that wonderful flavour and amazing smell.

Soon the boys were teaching me their PlayStation games. I was a complete novice, but also a quick study. Having the sock gag in my mouth meant that I couldn’t really ask any questions, but it didn’t really matter.

Jordan was the first one to drape his leg over my left shoulder. Aidan saw this and rested his leg over my right. It felt good being used as a kind of leg rest. It also felt normal and perfectly natural.

I could not help it but every now and then my eyes wandered down to Aidan’s shoe and I kept on thinking that his foot was in there without a sock. Mmmmmmm.

We just played like that waiting for dinner. After such an event filled day I think Aidan wanted me to just zone out. Even if it was just for a little while. Goodness knows; things would get interesting after dinner.

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by kkoomm » Tue Sep 10, 2013 7:22 am

Chapter 9

It was just before we started another game when we heard the bell ring for dinner.

Jordan dropped his control and bolted out the door and down the stairs. I waited for Aidan to stand before I got to my feet. Just as we got to the door Aidan turned around and stopped me with a hand on my chest. I looked up past his arm and into his deep blue eyes.

“You know that after dinner everything is going to change. Your life isn’t going to ever be the same again. I’m not saying this to scare you or anything. It’s just that I wanted to say something to you without Jordan here...” Aidan paused, seemingly to think of the right way to say whatever it was.

He didn’t finish the sentence however Aidan took a step closer and embraced me in a hug. The butterflies in my stomach had seemed as if they wanted to burrow out from under my skin. As Aidan stepped back he planted a quick kiss on my right cheek. He then peered into my eyes as if searching my soul for something.

I was overwhelmed, but instead of breaking his gaze and looking down which I had done in the past, I managed to smile. Aidan took that as his answer and grinned back at me. With a wink he then started out the room. I followed.

When we arrived in the kitchen Jordan was already seated at the table eagerly awaiting to be fed.
Aidan went over to the table and took a seat opposite leaving me to sit next to him and opposite Jordan. I didn’t know it at the time but Jordan had done this on purpose.

With a flourish Mrs. Masterson opened the oven and then came over to the table and laid a roast chicken in the center. She then took off the lids from the other serving plates that were already on the table. I think my eyes would have popped out and roll across the table had I not blinked. In truth I only remember seeing a spread like on the movies. And the smells that wafted up were a delight to my olfactory senses. My mouth started watering.

“Go on boys, help yourselves,” Mrs. Masterson invited us.

Aidan and Jordan reached over and started filling their plates. I joined them but was reserved in the quantities that I took. When we were finished I had about a quarter the amount of food on my plate than either of the brothers.

Aidan looked over and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so Steven,” he said.

Mrs. Masterson saw this and looked at me with concern on her face. She was clearly trying to figure out why I had taken so little. With that Aidan dished up another helping of green beans while he told me to take some more chicken. Jordan helped too by reaching over to add more mashed potato and gravy. Only when our plates looked similar were they happy. Mrs. Masterson looked far happier too.

“Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub!” She beamed and picked up her knife and fork.

We all tucked into the delicious meal and there was silence for the first few minutes. I was enjoying each mouthful savoring the different flavours. Mrs. Masterson was a really good cook!

“So Aidan, tell me about your day? Did you boys explore town some more? Did you make any new friends? I didn’t see you at the store.”

I glanced over at Aidan. Knowing full well where we had been and what we had done. I was interested in hearing what he would say. “Well mom, we spent some time at the park and we also went over to Steven’s house” Aidan answered. I was impressed. He hadn’t lied to his mom, but didn’t give here any idea of what really happened.

They then started chatting about other family goings on like the upcoming Karate contest. I was listening, eagerly taking in all the information and in general just enjoying being there.

Suddenly I felt Jordan’s shoe make contact with my leg. I only gave a small jump in surprise but the other two didn’t notice.

Glancing over at him, Jordan had an impish smile plied over his face as he munched on a mouthful of food. His one foot found my knee and then I felt the other do the same. He kept both feet there resting on my legs and seemed perfectly contented just using me as a footrest while he ate. I smiled shyly at him over the table and his smile turned into a grin.

Mrs. Masterson then gave an exaggerated sigh. “Now boys; about the chores.”

Both Aidan and Jordan gave a united “Awww Mom!”

Mrs. Masterson waved her hand. “Now boys, you have both been doing a great job, but I have been thinking about this quite a lot. I’m going to have to hire at least two people. Now that I’m going to be working a lot of the time and we have such a big house and property, I think we should get a housekeeper and a groundsman.”

Both bothers fell silent as they thought about that prospect. I could see a furrow in Aidan’s brow. He was really thinking.

Mrs. Masterson smiled. I think she thought her boys were happy. “But don’t think that lets you two off. I won’t be able to get anyone for at least a month, so both of you are going to have to lend a hand until then.”

“Okay Mom” Aidan answered. I got the distinct impression that he was happy. Later I would find out why. The conversation continued with Aidan and his mom discussing the various things that needed to be done.

To my surprise I then felt Jordan’s foot shift and land between my legs. With widening eyes I looked over to his grinning face as he scooched down on his chair slightly. Not so much that anyone else noticed, but it gave him the means to push his foot forward so that it now ground up against my crotch. I closed my mouth which had fallen open and swallowed the mouthful that I had been eating. Once again Jordan just continued listening to his mother and brother looking like the picture of innocence.

Don't get me wrong. It felt awesome, and my body responded accordingly, but was also terrified that we would be found out. A myriad thoughts swan around my head until I heard Aidan mention my name in the conversation.

“Hey mom, Steven here told me that he does odd jobs around town for pocket money, maybe he could do some of the stuff around here. At least until you get someone else that is.”

Mrs. Masterson narrowed her eyes as she looked at her eldest.

“Aidan, this isn’t just you trying to get out of chores is it?” she asked suspiciously.

“Aww come on Mom, I’m just trying to help my friend out; that’s all.” Aidan replied with his most innocent expression on his face.

Mrs. Masterson wasn’t convinced and she took a sip of water while she mulled it over.

It was Jordan that came to the rescue. I’m still not sure whether he knew he was doing it or not. “Well we were at Steven’s house today. His family must be really poor. You should see it, it’s really, really small. It could probably fit into our garage! I think that’s why he does the chores around town...”

Jordan’s report was cut short as Mrs. Masterson choked down the mouthful of water that she had taken. “Jordan! You shouldn’t say things like that.” Mrs. Masterson scolded and then looked over at me. Her cheeks had flushed with embarrassment and she was still patting her chest to get the last of the water down. “I’m so sorry Steven. My youngest often doesn’t think before he speaks.”

I could suddenly see the opportunity that Aidan had set up for me. “It all right Ma’am. But it’s like M... Aidan says...” I caught myself almost addressing her son as Master, but recovered quickly. “I would be happy to help with the lawn and the pool, and anything else you think I could do.”

“You see, just like I said. It would be helping you, wouldn’t it?” Aidan asked turning to me.

Eager to push the point home I nodded vigorously. “Yes it would. And I recently lost both a lawn and a pool that I was doing when the family moved away.”

Mrs. Masterson smiled at me. She seemed clearly pleased that she could help. “Well then you are welcome to ours. You can start next weekend if you want. We can work out payment then, we shouldn’t discuss that over dinner.”

“That will be great, Ma’am” I answered.

Mrs. Masterson then turned to Jordan and asked him about school. In the exchange that has just taken place I almost forgot about Jordan’s foot, but was reminded as he shifted it slightly while answering his mother.

Aidan flashed a toothy grin at me. He was pleased at the turn of events he had just set in motion It would present a lot more opportunity for me to come over and a lot more opportunity for his domination. I could see his mind working behind his clear eyes. He then glanced down and saw the tip of Jordan's boot poking out from beneath the table cloth. Aidan's eyes widened as he looked up to mine once more. Then, stifling a giggle he continued with his food.

Once the food was finished and the conversation was winding down it seemed that we would be excused. I was both anxious and excited to see what was going to happen when we went upstairs. I knew that whatever was in store would challenge me, but I also knew that I would be up for it. In anticipation Jordan had removed his boot from its compromising position between my legs.

“Ok boys, I have a treat for you tonight. I was going to wait till both of you had done your rooms, but now that they are done we can have some ice-cream!” Mrs. Masterson announced and got up to go and get it from the fridge.

Aidan could see that Jordan was about to decline but stopped him by gently kicking his leg under the table and mouthing a “No” to him. I think Aidan didn't want to do anything out of the ordinary to arouse their mother’s suspicion. For Jordan's part I'm sure he was just anxious to go upstairs.

As it was it turned out that things worked out better than expected. Mrs. Masterson had dished up four places of chocolate ice cream and placed them in front of us. She then sat down and said something that made both Aidan and Jordan perk up.

“There was one other thing I had to tell you. I am going to be going out for a while tonight. I’ll be back at around 11 and I want you to in bed and asleep by the time I get home.” Mrs. Masterson warned.

“Sure mom, we’re probably only going to watch TV or something anyway.” Aidan remarked as he spooned another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth.

Mrs. Masterson then looked at her watch. “My goodness I'm already late I have to get going. Aidan will you make sure Steven has everything he needs for sleeping tonight. I put your sleeping bags in the spare bedroom closet. Jordan you can load the dishwasher for me.”

“Not a problem mom.” Jordan chirped.

Getting up from the table Mrs. Masterson looked over at me. “Well Steven, if this is the kind of influence you have on my sons I will be happy to have you around much more from now on.”
Of course I blushed at the compliment.

Mrs. Masterson then went off to get ready for her evening. When she had gone nobody said anything for a while. When I looked up from my final spoon of desert Jordan had picked his bowl up and gave the bottom a lick. When he put it down he had a brown smear on his nose.
I followed suit and when I put my own one down I noticed Jordan still had the smear.

“Uhhh... Sir.” I said and touched my own nose with my finger. Jordan took my meaning and wiped it clean.

Just then Mrs. Masterson came back into the room. She crossed to the kitchen table and kissed both Aidan and Jordan on the head. “Bye boys. Be good. Remember; call if you have any problems.” She said as she went through to the garage. We then heard the car start and the garage open. A few moments later the car revved and then it was gone.

“Now the fun starts!” Aidan smiled.

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by kkoomm » Tue Sep 17, 2013 1:12 pm

Chapter 10

Aidan got up from the table and looked over at Jordan. “Will you get slave boy here to do the dishes... I’m going to get some stuff ready. Keep him down here till I call you. I won’t be long.” As Aidan left he ruffled my hair.

“Sure thing bro” Jordan quipped and looked over at me. “You finished your ice cream?”

I nodded my head “Yes Sir.”

“Well then get to it. Rinse the dishes off and load the dishwasher.” Jordan ordered. I noticed a slightly harder edge in Jordan’s voice. It was as if something subtle had changed or was changing in him. At that point I couldn’t put my finger on it.

While I was clearing the table Jordan swiveled his seat so that he could put his boots up on the table. He watched me intently as I worked. Even when my back was turned to him when I was at the sink rinsing, I could feel his eyes on me.

Soon I had the dishwasher loaded, so I rinsed my hands and turned to Jordan. He had that same beautiful smile on his face that he readily flashed to the world, but like with his voice a few minutes ago there was something else in it. Snapping his fingers he pointed to the floor next to him. I went over to where he indicated and got to my knees.

“Onto all fours” Jordan said as he got up and stood in front of me. I wasn’t sure of what he was going to do until he put a hand on my head, circled round to my back and then lifted his leg over my one shoulder. “Bend” Said Jordan simply. I did so and Jordan mounted my shoulders.

In any normal game between kids nothing would be thought of this, But with us there in the kitchen it was an act of dominance. I could feel it, and I knew Jordan could too. He then ordered me up and through to the TV room to wait for Aidan to come and call us. Just as we were about to exit the kitchen Jordan delivered a sharp slap to the side of my head. It smarted and I stopped in my tracks.
“You were about to walk my face right into the top of the door stupid!” Jordan admonished.
I mentally checked myself for that silly oversight and ducked under the door before continuing.
We were halfway down the passage when I had a bit of a stumble, slipping on a floor mat. I wasn’t surprised when Jordan cuffed the side of my head. It wasn’t hard and it wasn’t painful, but it let me know that I had made another mistake and he had noticed.

Soon we arrived and Jordan directed me over to the sofa but apparently Aidan had finished with whatever he was doing.

“Hey Jordan, I see you’re already making the most of this.” Aidan chuckled. I turned my head and saw him leaning against the doorway with his arms folded. Not waiting on ceremony Jordan hopped off of me and went over to his brother. In a moment of unguarded childish excitement he gave Aidan a hug and then high fived him.

“Finally!” He exclaimed. To me a moment ago Jordan was every bit a boss. He was in control and exuded dominance. Now I was reminded that despite everything he was still a kid.

I wasn’t able to dwell on this as Aidan looked directly at me and snapped his fingers pointing at his shoe. “Heel!” He commanded as he turned and left.

The brothers turned and left the room and I hurried after them. While climbing the stairs behind them I started to feel the gravity of the situation descending on me. Those dreadfully exciting butterflies started to flutter in my tummy.

We arrived at the door to Aidan’s bedroom and the boys went in ahead of me. For some reason I stopped just outside. I saw Aidan and Jordan go and each take a seat at the computer desk. They swiveled their comfy chairs around almost in unison. I think they both expected me to be right behind them and on my knees before them by the time they turned around. I mean I had kinda been like that for a while now.

Aidan looked confused for a second and then saw me at the door. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a questioning look. Jordan on the other hand frowned. “What are you doing standing there? Get in here and get on your knees.” Jordan ordered, the annoyance in his voice evident. It looked like he was about to get up but Aidan stopped him.

“Hold on Jordan. Just stay here a sec bro.” Aidan counseled. He then got up and walked over to where I was standing. Jordan grumbled under his breath and folded his arms. I couldn’t look at him so I looked at the floor. I suppose I expected to be scolded but Aidan didn’t do that. Instead he took my chin into his hands and pulled my face up so he looked right into my eyes.

“What’s wrong Steven?” he asked.

“I, don’t know, it’s just that, well I am a bit scarred” I answered truthfully.

Aidan smiled that disarming smile of his. “I’m sure you are, this must be really scary for you. But I want you to know I’m also really proud of you for doing this.”

I looked for any sign of a lie in Aidan’s face and found none. He meant what he said and I gave him a small smile. Upon seeing this Aidan grinned. “Good boy, now come in and let’s get started.” He turned and walked back over to where Jordan was waiting impatiently.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the room. For some reason it seemed that by crossing the threshold of the door I was also crossing a Rubicon.

When I reached the boys I stood there in front of them for a moment and looked at them. They were every bit the picture of two young princes on their thrones. I got to my knees and kowtowed in front of them and it felt just...., well, right.

When I returned to my upright position I saw them both smiling. Jordan’s previous annoyance had completely disappeared. They both just sat there for a few moments, obviously enjoying having me there like that before them. Aidan cleared his throat and began.

“Tonight we are going to do a few things. Most importantly however you are going to choose whether or not you will become our slave.” He then indicated over to Jordan and continued. “We have both talked it over and have decided that we want you to do this, but it must be your choice. Before you make this choice there are a couple of things you need to know. Things like the basic rules.”

“And there’s also the different stuff we expect you to do” Jordan interjected not wanting to be left out of this important conversation.

Aidan smiled over at his brother, amused at his enthusiasm “Yes, exactly. Like Jordan said, you will be expected learn to serve both of us in the ways we want it individually. As you already know, Jordan has a thing about getting his feet worshipped.”

Jordan grinned at me and brought his leg up to wiggle his booted foot in my face. I thought he might have wanted me to do something but Aidan continued speaking so he lowered it.

“Then there is also what you can expect of us as your Masters. It’s not just a one way street.” Aidan turned and spoke more to Jordan now. “Having a slave is a really big responsibility and we will have a lot of things to do.”

Jordan rolled his eyes impatiently “I know this Aidan, you have told this to me a hundred times already.”

“I know bro, but Steven needs to hear it,” Aidan said.

Kneeling there and listening to Aidan speak it dawned on me just how big a decision it was that I was going to make. A slave? Really? All the negative connotations began to surface in my mind. Having no rights, getting abused and so on. But then, this was Aidan and Jordan. They had already proved beyond all reasonable doubt to me that they could be trusted. They had also proved that being in service to them would fulfill a deep seated desire to serve that was present in me. Aidan had said that I was a natural slave, and I knew that he was right. I could certainly think of a whole bunch of people that were both dominant and powerful enough to make me their slave. Donovan name was the first in line, and that thought made me shudder. Having the brothers as Masters would be the obvious choice. No, not just obvious, it was the right one. Then there was the way that Aidan in particular made me feel. Some shared moments that we had since we had met had both confused and interested me. They had stirred up deep and intense feelings that I couldn’t explain, but knew that were more than just devotion. They were something else.

My thoughts were interrupted when Aidan snapped his fingers. “Earth to Steven... What were you just thinking? You looked far away!” Aidan asked, not unkindly.

I looked at the brothers. “Sir, I was just thinking about all this happening right now, and about how I feel about it.” I answered.

Aidan nodded. “That’s good. You need to go into this with your eyes wide open. This isn’t going to be a game. It’s for real. That’s why I have decided something. As from tonight, if you agree with everything we will only make you our slave for a week. Like a trial period...”

Jordan looked at Aidan with surprise “Hey, I didn’t agree to that...”

Aidan hushed his brother and continued. “It will be a testing period to see if you really fit in well with us. After that you can decide whether or not you want to become our slave permanently.”

Jordan started to grumble again but Aidan continued nevertheless. “During this time we will treat you exactly the way that we would normally treat a slave. Nothing will be different, you will get the same protection and punishments that we will give you even after you become our permanent slave. And Jordan I mean it. You can’t go easy on him just because you think he won’t choose to stay. You have to show him exactly what it’s like.”

Jordan had stopped grumbling. I think he thought that by having this trial period it would somehow diminish his fun.

For me, hearing what Aidan had just said took all my final misgiving away, but I did have a question. “Sir, what happens after the week if I don’t want to be your slave?” I asked.

Aidan thought about it for a moment. “Don’t worry about it. We will cross that bridge if we come it. I don’t think we will though. I know what you are.”

Even though it didn’t give me an answer I decided not to push the point.

Aidan leaned back in his leather chair and stretched his legs forward. “Right then, let’s start off with the basic slave rules...” Aidan started.

Hearing this Jordan perked up even more and dug into his pocket to retrieve a folded piece of paper. Obviously he had his part to play and had been waiting for the cue to speak. He unfolded the paper and cleared his throat theatrically. “Number One. A slave will always be obedient.” Jordan announced.

“That’s pretty self-explanatory,” Aidan said . “And as Masters we have the responsibility not to give you any orders that will really hurt you or do anything illegal.” Aidan went on to explain.

“Number Two. A slave will always be respectful, submissive and remember his place,” Jordan said with as much authority that his young voice could muster.

Aidan nodded “This means that you will have to always show us that you know you are a slave and that we are your Masters. Doing things like bowing your head, kneeling down, kissing our feet and that sort of stuff. Obviously we don’t want you to kneel down and lick our boots when we are out in the street, but there will be other things that you can do that I will explain later.”

“Number Three. A slave will accept that he can be restrained in any way his Master sees fit.”
I looked over at Aidan questioningly, since he had been explaining things so far. This was one that I didn’t really understand and made me a bit worried.

“This means that we can cage you, collar you, handcuff and hobble you, chain you, gag you and tie you up any time or any way we want. For our part however it’s a Masters responsibility to make sure that none of it will be too painful or life threatening.”

I nodded my understanding. I knew that this was not all going to be fun and games, but with Aidan’s assurances it was something I would try. For instance being caged wasn’t that bad at all. I actually quite liked it.

“Number Four. A slave will be punished for breaking any rules.” Jordan said with obvious enjoyment. It was evident that he was looking forward to this part. I also noticed a gleam in Aidan’s eye as he went on to explain the rule.

“Our punishments will be harsh, especially at first, and they can be anything we want them to be. This is so you will learn quickly. But like with other rules, it will be nothing too painful or life threatening. Do you understand the basic rules Steven? This is your last chance for me to explain them. From now on if your break them you will be punished.” Aidan warned.

“Yes Sir, I understand” I nodded.

“Good.” Aidan continued. “Now as to what you can expect from us as your Masters. First off once you are our slave we will treat you like one because you belong to us. Just like our other pets. We treat dogs like dogs and we treat slaves like slaves. But also like our other pets we will love and care for you. We won’t let anything bad happen to you. Also if anyone tries to mess with you or threaten you in any way, like those bullies did, well, you know what happened to them. Basically by belonging to us we will protect you from any harm.

‘Next, as your Masters we will never put you in danger. We are going to do lots of things to you that will cause pain. Things like being tied up can do that, and then there’s different types of punishments that you will get. Remember that anything we do, I will have done research on the internet about it. So even though it might not seem like it at the time, nothing will be done that’s permanent or life threatening and we won’t put you through anything you can’t handle.

“Also, as your Masters we are going to do some stuff that you will not like. At least I don’t think you will. I’m not going to tell you about that now. I’ve seen loads of stuff on the internet and want to try most of it. Just remember what I said about not putting you in danger.

“Then lastly, you can expect us to be Masters, just like we expect you to be a slave. As you know we are just born to have slaves like you groveling at our feet. It’s the way that nature intended it. We expect to be treated as such, like you can expect to be treated as what you know you are. Just like I have read, when we accept what our roles are, and embrace them, it makes us really happy deep down inside.”
This was a lot for me to take in, but Aidan’s words rang true inside me. And I trusted them. These things were still scary for me to hear, make no mistake, but Aidan was quickly managing to allay those fears. “So Steven, do you understand what you can expect from us?” Aidan asked. “Last chance for questions about it.”

“Yes Sir, I understand.” I said.

Aidan grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! Then there’s just one last thing to do...”

Aidan turned in his chair and opened a drawer in his desk. He rummaged around for a few moments and then found what he was looking for. When he turned around he had what looked like a necklace dangling from his hand. Seeing my look of confusion Aidan explained. “This is going to be your collar. It took ages to find the right one. Its silver plated but it’s made from CRMO which is chromium and molydeb… molybed… moly-something or other. Basically you can’t cut it off, even with bolt cutters. Once it goes on and gets locked, there are only two ways to get it off. With the keys, or with a blow-torch. And the blow-torch option is out because it’s too close to your neck. The lock is made from the same stuff too.”

Aidan was clearly proud that he had found something like this on the internet and was able to get it. He held it up in his hand and admired it.

“Can I see that?” Jordan asked. Aidan handed the chain and the lock over to him. While Jordan looked at it Aidan turned back to me.

“When you get collared that’s a sign to everyone in the world that you are owned. For this week you will get the chain, but at the end, if you decide that you want to be our slave permanently, you will also get a tag on it. Just like a dog” Aidan grinned.

“This is so cool!” Jordan exclaimed as he handed the chain and lock back over to his brother.

“That’s not all.” Aidan announced to Jordan. “Check these out.” Once more Aidan turned and rummaged in his drawer. When he turned back he presented Jordan with a beautifully crafted silver chain of his own. “That’s for you, and this one is mine.”

“Wow! This is awesome. Thanks so much Aidan. You are the best brother in the whole world!” Jordan jumped up from his chair and gave Aidan a big brotherly hug.

I was smiling seeing this exchange. It also went a long way in making me more comfortable with wearing my own. Of course unlike mine, their respective chains were much thinner and much longer. If they wanted to take them off it wouldn’t be a problem to just lift them over their heads. What was the same however was the intricate design of the chain itself. It certainly didn’t look like a dog’s choker chain. As I looked at my one that Aidan was still holding I realised that this was probably the most expensive gift I had ever gotten in my whole life. That realization brought a lump of emotion into my throat.

“Have a look, I have already put our keys on!” Aidan pointed out.

Jordan fingered the key idly while he admired the chain. He then looked over at me and grinned that impish grin of his and slid the gift over his head.

Aidan did the same. “Jordan, I’ve put each of the other two keys in the places we agreed on. Just in case we lose one of ours.”

Jordan patted the key on his chest proudly “There is no way I will lose this bro!”

Aidan then looked over to me and snapped the fingers of his free hand, pointing to a space right before himself and Jordan. I shuffled forward on my knees and settled in the place indicated. I have said this before, but I will say it again. Being so close to those brothers had a physical effect on me. Up until this point I think I was too fearful of all the new things Aidan was explaining to me for anything to happen. But now I felt myself growing. It was their sheer magnetism I suppose.

“It’s the moment of truth Steven.” Aidan said in a kind tone while dangling my chain in his hand. “Once this goes around your neck and is locked on you are our slave. No ifs, ands or buts and no backing out. Only we have the key and only we can set you free. I will make you a promise that a week from now we will come back here and I will take it off, but not before then. You will then get one chance to put it back on along with the tag.”

I looked over to Jordan who now sat on the edge of his seat leaning forward. He was fiddling with the key around his neck with his one hand and rubbing boots together. He was obviously having a hard time containing his excitement. When our eyes met his cheeky smile widened before he spoke.

“Come on Steven, I know you want this as much as I do. I promise I will be a good Master. I also know how much you love my feet, so I promise that you will get more than your share of serving them.”

I smiled and nodded adding “Thank you Sir.”

Aidan made no move to put the chain on me when I looked back over to him. He just sat there with a mild and friendly expression on his face. I suppose he was waiting for my answer.

I knew my answer. I still had fears of course, but this was something that deep down I knew I wanted. Everything that they had said so far made sense to me. Bending forward I placed a kiss on the toe of Jordan’s boot and then looked up to him and uttered the word “Master.” Next I did the same with Aidan, kissing his shoe and calling him Master. Then when I leant up I also bent forward with my head facing down. The intention was clear, I was presenting Aidan my neck for him to put the chain on.

I felt the coldness of the metal make contact with my skin as Aidan fitted it. He then held it in place while he got the small padlock and hooked it through the loops at the end. Aidan then paused. “Look at me” Aidan ordered in a soft voice. “I want to see the moment I truly own you in your face.”

I looked into Aidan’s face but this time his expression was unreadable. His eyes seemed to search for something deep within my soul.

Then in a moment he closed the padlock. It snicked shut with a finality that I didn’t truly comprehend at the time. Aidan’s expression however had changed and it told me he had seen whatever it was that he was looking for.

That was it. The deed was done. I was their slave.

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by kkoomm » Tue Sep 24, 2013 12:13 am

Chapter 11


Wow! What had I gotten myself into? Don’t get me wrong, overall I wasn’t complaining. But there were some things that had happened this evening that I really didn’t like. The whipping was one of them. Looking back on it, yes I deserved it, but it was really painful at the time and my butt was still tender.

Here I was now, in the early hours of the morning, gagged, chained and caged in Jordan’s room. He had long ago fallen asleep and I could hear him snoring softly through the slightly opened cupboard door.

I decided to go back to sleep. The boots that Jordan had worn today were with me inside the cage, along with both his and Aidan’s school shoes. Quietly I maneuvered them into a makeshift pillow and rested my head back down. I then drew up the bath towel to cover myself. Aidan had kindly thrown into my cage at the last minute to use as a blanket. As I began to drift off to sleep I replayed the events of the first evening of my enslavement through my head.

Despite my overwhelming sense of contented happiness I also felt a certain melancholy. I think this was mainly because of Aidan. Up until tonight, despite my subservience to him in all things I felt that he was sort of my friend, and as I have said, I had never really had a friend before. Tonight it was made clear however, I was first a slave and only secondly his friend. That kind of made me feel a little bit sad. The more I thought about it I realized that despite my feelings he was right. I was a slave first. Someone like me could never really expect to have a friend like him, or Jordan for that matter. They were just… well, they were better I suppose. They deserved to be served by other people. Instinctively I knew that I could never really compete with them in life. My place was at their feet and in their service. When I thought about that I felt good. Strange huh? But that’s what it was.

It was those first few minutes after Aidan had clipped my slave collar on that I realized that things were going to be very different between the brothers and myself...

“Okay slave; stand up and strip naked.” Aidan ordered.
I was flabbergasted by the order and too shocked to move. I certainly hadn’t expected that!
Aidan saw my hesitation and didn’t bother to give me the order again.

“Right... Jordan help me with this...” he continued and with that he stood up and grabbed my collar. Aidan then proceeded to half pull, half drag me the short distance over to the bed.

I was still too shocked to do anything but realised that Aidan was manoeuvring me with quite a bit of care. He wasn’t hurting me, but he was very, very firm. When we got over to the bed Aidan pushed me over so that I was bent over the edge. Jordan then took over and straddled my back, squeezing my ribs with his knees and pushing my head into the bed covers with his hand. He leant forward closer to my face and I could see him out the corner of my eye.

“You have to be quicker to obey us slave” Jordan said authoritatively.

I then felt Aidan pulling off my shoes and socks. Jordan momentarily let go my head and started taking off my shirt. I knew better than to resist, and at this point I can say that I was a little bit scared. Once Jordan had my shirt off he tossed it aside, but instead of pushing my head back down like before he moved his body forward and sat down onto my shoulders. Now my chest was pinned to the bed with my arms under his legs and I was effectively immobilised. All I could see out of my one eye were the jeans of Jordan’s thighs.

When I felt Aidan’s hands start to take my pants down instinct took over and I started to struggle. I don’t know what I expected them to do but I couldn’t help but try to protest.

“Quiet, slave!” came Jordan’s curt command with a slap to the back of my head for emphasis.

Not that that really mattered, he simply moved his thigh over a bit and my protests were effectively muffled.

Aidan had gotten my pants off, and then to my horror I felt him yank my underwear off too. This of course brought renewed struggling on my part. But it was useless. Jordan was far too strong. For the first time I realized just how strong he was. I mean I’m not at all that athletic, but I am pretty average. Thinking of the other kids in my school, I was sure that I was stronger than any kid of Jordan’s age. This realization made me feel just that much less equal to the Masterson brothers.

I think at that point I expected Aidan to deliver a couple of hard blows with a riding crop to my naked butt. The experience in the woods flashed into my minds’ eye and I braced myself, but the sting didn’t come. Instead I felt Aidan pull something over my foot. First one and then the other. I realised then that it was some sort of underwear or something that he was putting on me. He pulled them up around my waist and adjusted the sides until he was satisfied.

“I may as well put the leg chains on him while he is like this” Aidan told Jordan matter of factly and I heard him step away to get them. I had stopped struggling by now and just lay passively beneath my new Master. Aidan got back a few moments later and I felt him attach chains to both my ankles. I also heard him padlock them on with the distinctive snicks that they made. While Aidan was doing this Jordan had begun to softly stroke the hair on the back of my head.
“Easy, boy,” Jordan said softly. He was praising me for not struggling.

I then felt Aidan tug on each side of my ankle restraints to check their security. “Ok Jordan let him up so we can chain his neck and his hands” Aidan told his brother.

Jordan got up off me and stood to one side. He then reached over and took hold of my collar chain. Gently but firmly he pulled me up into my kneeling position before letting go of it.
I now saw what Aidan had put on me. It was not a pair of underwear as I had thought had been. It was a black speedo, similar to the ones that the boys in the swim team at my school wore. I didn’t quite know what to make of it. It was pretty tight and I immediately knew that if I got excited it would be very obvious to anyone looking. I didn’t have time to dwell on this thought because my attention was drawn elsewhere.

Aidan stepped over to my side to continue putting on the chains. I watched in a strange kind of fascination as Aidan went about his work. He was very good at what he was doing and it struck me that he must have had practice. I couldn’t think of any other way that someone could do this kind of thing so quickly and efficiently.

The first thing he did was take a length of chain and wrap it around my right wrist. Then with a small padlock he looped first one chain link and then after he measured my wrist, the other one chain link before closing it. Aidan quickly repeated this with my other wrist so that I had effectively been hand cuffed with my hands in front of me.

“It’s such a pity bout the handcuffs” Jordan complained “It would have been so much easier if we had them.”

“Aaargh, for the last time Jordan I said that I was sorry. It was just I was so pissed off I wasn’t thinking straight. Don’t worry though, I have ordered two different pairs this time. They should be here in the next few days. But check this out, like this our slave can still have his hands chained and have enough movement to do tasks for us pretty easily. If we used those police issue handcuffs of yours on him there’s allot of stuff that he wouldn’t be able to do.” Aidan said.

Jordan wasn’t convinced. He bent over and looked at Aidan’s handiwork. Aidan then moved onto the next part of putting the restraints on me. I couldn’t see what he did because he moved back over to behind me. I knew however it had something to do with my ankle chains because I could feel him working on the chain and heard another snick of a padlock. Jordan then took the length of chain that was hanging between my wrists and pulled it upward. My hands were pulled upward along with the chain, and I saw that there was about 20cm of play between the make-shift hand cuffs. Jordan held onto the wrist chains for a few moments studying them. Looking past my bound hands and into his face I could see his mind hard at work. He then dropped the chain and my wrists slumped back down with a clink.

“I think you are right” Jordan commented thoughtfully. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna use those other cuffs.”

Aidan chuckled behind me. “Of course not bro, you can use them as much as you want.” He then pulled the chain from behind me and threaded it between my legs. Looping it twice around my wrist chain Aidan took the end and fastened it to my collar with yet another small padlock.

Aidan checked each of the locks and was finally satisfied so he stood up. Seeing this Jordan gave his brother a happy smile before addressing me “Come on slave let’s go!” he ordered and started toward the door.

“Yes Master” I answered quickly and began to get up from where I was.

“Not so fast boy!” Aidan said sternly from behind me. I then felt his shoe push me back over onto the bed. He shifted to a better position and then moved his shoe so that it was now on the back of my neck pushing firmly down. “You are going to get your first punishment right now. Tell me you know what it’s for!”

I swallowed hard. I knew what it was for, and I knew that I had been wrong.

“I’m sorry Sir. I really didn’t mean to struggle or to not follow your orders immediately. It’s just that your order to get naked kind of caught me off guard. ” I attempted to explain.

Aidan wasn’t impressed and neither was Jordan.

“He doesn’t beg very well does he?” Jordan commented.

“Yea, but that’s something we will have to teach him. I love to hear a slave beg. Weather it’s for mercy or for food.” Aidan answered his brother. Then to me he continued “And as for you it doesn’t matter if I ordered you to strip naked, stand on your head and whistle eureka for my own amusement. There are a lot of Masters out there that think that their slaves should be naked at all times. You should be happy that we have decided you can wear a speedo. In any case, you disobeyed an order, simple as that. You know what our responsibilities are and we take them seriously. That means you have absolutely no excuse ever to disobey.” There was a hard edge in Aidan voice and I knew he meant what he said. “Jordan, grab one of my belts from the closet please.”

Jordan went to the closet and I heard him open it. I also heard him fiddling with the belts by the clinking of the buckles as he chose the means of my punishment.

During this Aidan took his shoe off my head and stood by the bed once more.

“Since this is your first punishment I think we should make it memorable for you slave.” Aidan announced. He then sat down on the bed next to me. “Knees, in front of me, now!” came his curt command.

I immediately knelt up and shuffled sideways until I was in front of him. He then presented me with both of his shoes, holding them up in front to me. “Take them off, socks to. You can put the socks back into the shoes, I have plans for them later.”

I did as Aidan ordered and pulled off his footwear. His wonderful scent immediately hit my nostrils and invaded my senses. Despite myself I held one of his warm feet in my hands and brought it to my lips for a kiss. Looking up at Aidan I saw approval in his face. It even brought a small smile from him. “Good boy, but don’t think that this means I will go any easier on you with your punishment.”
“No Sir, of course not.” I answered him and I took up his other foot and planted a kiss on his toes.

I knew Jordan had retrieved the belt and was back because I heard him laugh behind me. Aidan pulled his foot away and stood. “Get him to take your boots of too Jordan. You will like the idea I had.” Aidan said. He then took the belt that Jordan passed over to him.

Jordan happily plonked himself down and waited for me to pull his boots off. They were very well fitting boots and it took a bit of manoeuvring to get them off. Once I did, I also took his socks off, and like I did with Aidan’s I balled them up and put them into his boots.

I hadn’t noticed Aidan was standing next to me now I had been so engrossed with my task. I would have liked to kiss Jordan’s feet like I had with Aidan’s but I think Aidan was impatient to get on with my punishment. It didn’t matter as it turned out.

“Now slave, you are going to get four from each of us.” Aidan announced and then held the belt up in front of my face for me to get a good look at the instrument of my punishment.
My eyes widened involuntarily when I saw the black strip of leather. Aidan clearly enjoyed watching me squirm and wrestle with the fear that welled up inside me. He then held the belt closer. “Give it a kiss!” he ordered.

I bent my head and kissed the belt smelling a faint waft of leather as I did so.

“Now get your head down on the floor on top of my brother’s feet and your bum right up in the air. Then, each time I give you a belt you must kiss his foot and apologise for disobeying him.”
I was stunned yet again at Aidan’s order, but I would find out the method behind his thinking soon enough.

Jordan of course loved the idea and told his brother as much. “Oh Man Aidan, you come up with the coolest ideas!” He chortled.

Almost robotically I got into the position my Master wanted me in. My field of vision was now just the tops of Jordan’s feet and his ten sweaty toes which wiggled with delight at what was about to happen.

Then a strange thing happened. I am sure any normal person would have felt a terrible sense of fear and shame at what was about to happen, had they been where I was at that moment. But I didn’t feel any fear, and I didn’t feel any shame. It simply vanished. My mind was drawn back to the first day that I had met Aidan. In the woods, at the fort where Aidan had strung me up and whipped the truth out of me. I remembered how I had felt afterwards when I had told him that it kind of felt right. And that’s what it felt like now.

Then there was the added fact that I was their slave and they had full right to do this. Especially after I had disobeyed them. Then again, I thought to myself. They could in point of fact whip me any time they wanted, punishment or not. I was after all their slave and they had full right to do so. I wondered briefly if they had realised that. So, in those few seconds before Aidan delivered the first blow I had an epiphany. This was in fact where I belonged, and that gave me a strange sense of peace.
I know; strange, like I said.

Then the belt landed and my reverie was instantly forgotten. It hurt like hell and I yelped out involuntarily. I remembered what I was supposed to do however and moved my hands forward to hold onto Jordan’s bare ankle. “One, Master; and I am very sorry for my disobedience” I said honestly as I laid the first kiss right on Jordan’s big toe.

A moment later the next one landed and yet again I gave a yelp. Again I made my apology followed by another kiss. After the next blow landed Jordan decided that he wanted his other foot to get the same treatment so he swapped them. I gripped hold of his ankle more tightly and made my obeisance. When the last belt landed my butt was on fire. I had my eyes tightly shut and I realised that I must have been gripping onto Jordan’s ankle really tightly. He made this fact known by giving it a little shake. I pressed my lips up against his foot and apologised to him once again.

When I was finished Aidan took his brothers place. Only then did I open my eyes and saw Aidan’s larger feet before me. “You ready slave?” Jordan asked me.

“Yes Master!” I answered and shut my eyes once more in anticipation for what was to come.
Then the first of Jordan’s blows landed. I’m sure that Aidan had hit harder but Jordan’s belt was every bit as painful. Probably because my butt had already been warmed up by his brother.
“One, Master; and I am very sorry for my disobedience!” I counted before kissing Aidan’s right foot.

Jordan landed the second blow exactly where the first one landed and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Perhaps Aidan thought that I was trying to get up from where I was, I don’t know, but he took his left foot and rested it on my head. Then he pushed down with it pinning my head to the floor sideways. The sole of his foot pressed firmly into my cheek and I could feel his toes curl under my chin. Helpfully Aidan moved his other foot closer so that I could kiss it after I counted the belt off.

On the third blow my eyes were watering, and by the fourth I had to stifle a sniffle I couldn’t believe that Jordan could hit so hard! He certainly held nothing back.

Once more I made my apology. “Four, Master. I am so sorry for disobeying you.” When I gave Aidan’s foot a final kiss he lifted the one from my cheek of and placed it back on the floor. Aidan stood up and I got up and back onto my knees. I didn’t want the brothers to see that my eyes were watering so I quickly gave them a wipe with my cuffed hands.

“Well done Jordan; that was pretty darn good” Aidan praised his brother. “Would you put the belt away please?”

“Sure thing Aidan” Jordan answered “But there’s one thing first” Jordan answered. With that he stepped over to me and pushed the folded leather of the belt up to my lips.

I knew what he wanted and I kissed it once again.

Aidan chuckled and then with a grin Jordan turned towards the cupboard.

At this point I really wanted to rub some of the soreness out of my bum but realized that I couldn’t with my hands chained in front of me the way that they were. Aidan grinned down at me when he saw my attempt. “No boy, it’s better that you remember it.”

Aidan then reached down and took hold of my neck chain. Gently he pulled on it so I got up off my knees and stood in front of him. Submissively I lowered my eyes but Aidan let go of my chain and drew my gaze up to meet his own with a finger under my chin. He could see that my eyes were moist and a flash of concern crossed his face. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. “Yes Sir, I am. I deserved that, but I want to say thank you for umm, well the way you did it.”

The one corner of Aidan’s mouth lifted cheekily. “I thought you might appreciate that. And I wanted to make sure that you would always remember your first punishment. Some Masters just make it a really bad beating, but I think it was better this way; don’t you?”

By this time Jordan had returned and was standing next to his brother following the conversation.
“Yes Master, I will never forget. Well, I know it’s kind of weird but I both liked it and learned my lesson.” I told him. I couldn’t really articulate the feelings that were going through my head.

“No kidding you liked it!” Jordan giggled and pointed to the taught bulge in my speedos. I suddenly realised what was happening down there and blushed furiously. Jordan then broke out into a full laugh and he pointed to Aidan’s enlarged jeans covered crotch. “Hey bro I think you liked it even more!”

Aidan didn’t seem embarrassed at all by his state but playfully threw a punch at Jordan’s arm, who easily ducked out of its way.

Turning back to me, Aidan was still smiling. He saw the redness in my cheeks. “Nothing to be ashamed of, boy. Your body can’t help respond when you are dominated by a Master like me or Jordan. It’s just like you can’t help but like getting punished even if it’s just a little bit because it’s just another way a Masters exerts his full control over you.” Aidan lectured.

I’m sure that Jordan didn’t understand the complexities of what Aidan was telling me. I’m sure that I didn’t either. All I knew is that he was right, and that’s what mattered.

Aidan then turned to Jordan. “Take him downstairs. I, uhhhh... have to use the bathroom,” Aidan told his brother.

“No problem, bro!” Jordan chirped with a knowing wink. “Hey, are we gonna watch that movie?” he asked.
“Yep” Aidan called over his shoulder as he hurried off. I had a pretty good idea of why Aidan had left us for the moment, and that knowledge made me blush all over again.

With Aidan out of the room Jordan turned to me and looped his finger through my collar-chain.
“Come, boy!” he said excitedly and lead me out the room and downstairs.

As best I could I kept up with the younger boy in front of me. The hobble chain around my ankles was not all that restrictive when I was moving slowly. I knew that running would be impossible however. The stairs presented a slightly bigger problem and thankfully Jordan slowed down for me.

Soon enough we were in the lounge. Jordan was about to take a seat when he remembered something. “Do you know how to work a DVD player?” He asked. “It’s just that I remember that you are poor, so you might not have one.”

I know Jordan didn’t mean anything by it. It wasn’t a comment designed to hurt me, he was just being honest, even trying to be helpful. I was pretty sure I could figure my way around it but I shook my head in the negative. “No Sir.” I answered.

Jordan went over to the TV cabinet and pushed a button. This opened a panel and revealed the Audiovisual appliances that the Mastersons had. I couldn’t believe it. I was happy now that I had said no. I couldn’t make out one from another there were such a large bank of them.

“Come on, let me show you. Then you can do it from now on.” He grinned, happy to have found another little way to make his life easier.

I shuffled over and watched him closely, trying my best to memorise the buttons and sequences .
When the DVD had loaded Jordan turned and went over to plonk himself on the large leather sofa. He snapped his fingers at me and pointed to the floor in front of him. I went to where he indicated and got to my knees. Without further ado Jordan lifted his legs and rested them on my shoulders with his bare ankles fitting snugly into the creases of my neck. He then picked up the remote control and switched the TV on.

It seemed that he was perfectly content at that moment to just use me as a piece of furniture. So I just knelt there in front of him like that. Truth be told, I loved this. I mean here I was with both of my young Masters feet on me. I was being useful to him, serving him. I also had the added bonus that the boots that Jordan had been wearing had left his feet with a distinctive aroma. It was slightly different from when he had been wearing his sneakers, but no less pungent.

“You’re going to have to bow your head a little lower,” Jordan stated as he flicked the channel. “It’s in the way of the bottom of the screen.”

I did as he ordered and then realized that in all probability I was not going to be seeing the movie this evening at all. I was a little bit bummed about this because I had harboured some hope that I could watch it.

The third of the trailers had just finished when Aidan strode into the living room. “Hey, Slave-boy come here!” Aidan ordered me curtly.

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by kkoomm » Thu Sep 26, 2013 8:41 am

Chapter 12


“Awww shucks Aidan I just got my footrest comfortable” Jordan moaned.

“I’m just going to show him where the popcorn is and how to make it. Do you want some?” Aidan said in a conciliatory tone.

“In that case hell yes!” Jordan beamed and lifted his legs to allow me to escape from under them.
I followed Aidan to the kitchen and saw where his mom kept the microwave popcorn and how to use the oven.

While the bags were in the oven I got down onto my knees once more in front of Aidan, this time without being told. When I looked up at him he had a satisfied smile on his face. He then got to his haunches and checked how tight the chains were around my wrists and ankles.

“How do they feel? They aren’t too tight are they?” he asked showing concern in his voice.

“No Sir, they’re fine. I’m actually starting to like them” I ventured further. It was true. Being bound in chains in front of the brothers gave them a visible and tangible authority like none other that I had experienced so far.

Aidan smiled at this. “Well you can expect a lot more of it.”

The microwave beeped to signal it was finished and Aidan stood once more. He then showed me where the bowls were and emptied the packets into two of them. “Now you know for next time,”
Aidan said as he walked through to the lounge once more.

This time when I knelt in front of the brothers I was between them. For a moment I thought about asking them if I could perhaps face the TV and watch the movie while still being their footrest, but decided against it.

Both Aidan and Jordan hoisted their legs up, and I was once again being used as a piece of furniture. This of course was absolutely fine with me. My face was now right next to both of my Masters feet and it felt wonderful. Even though I kept my head nice and low, I was still able to sneak glances at the brothers as they sat on the couch. I don’t know how exactly to explain what I felt while looking at them at that moment except that it must have come close to adoration.

After a few minutes Aidan got my attention by tapping my head with the side of his foot.
“Open up!” came his order. He had a cheeky grin on his face. I raised my head and opened my mouth, not exactly sure of what to expect. He then took some popcorn into one hand and began trying to throw it into my mouth. Of course when Jordan saw this he was in on the game too.

It took Aidan three goes and he got one in. Grinning he told me that I could eat it. “This is similar to the game we played the first time I met you,” he added.

I nodded happily as I munched. That was a good day, but then they had all been good days since I me the Masterson brothers.

After a while the boys got bored of the game and their attention got diverted when the movie started. “You can eat the popcorn that landed on the floor if you want” Aidan said without taking his eyes of the screen. I thought about if for a second. It was not an order that he had given me, but it was probably the right thing to do as a slave. I mean cleaning up is part of the job isn’t it?
I felt gently around to locate the fallen kernels and one by one ate them.

“Hey don’t move around too much” Jordan said as he shifted his feet to get more comfortable.
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.” I answered softly.

I have to say that spending the next ninety minutes as their footrest was fantastic. Even though the boys’ full attention was kept by the action on the screen and I tried my best to remain as still as I possibly could, I was in heaven. Here I was, collared and chained, and at the feet of the two most beautiful boys in the world. Not even in my wildest dreams could I have thought this possible.

Every so often either Aidan or Jordan would gently stroke, pet, rub or play with my hair using their feet and toes. I’m sure it was mostly a subconscious thing because they never looked down at me.

Not long before the movie finished I realised just how tiring this really was becoming. If any of you have been in a position similar to this you will know what I’m talking about. Staying still in one position for an extended period of time is hard. And I had the added weight of the boys legs and feet on my shoulders. It didn’t matter to me however. I would have stayed like that the whole night if they wanted me to.

Finally I heard the end credits starting. I must say I was sorry, because I knew that my time as their foot stool would be ending.

Aidan looked at his watch. “Jeez, is that the time already? Mom will be back pretty soon.”

Jordan gave a yawn and stretched his arms above his head. At the same time he lifted his legs off my shoulders and placed his feet down on the thick carpet. “I guess that means we got to get ready for bed.” He sighed.

Aidan nodded and then took his legs off me too. “Yep, I know for a fact that if we continue to impress mom like we’ve been doing, she will get even more lenient with us. That’s going to come in handy in the future because of Steven here.” Aidan said and winked at me. “Hey Jordan, I’m quickly going to check the doors and stuff, back in a second.” Aidan said and got up.

I stayed where I was. I had not been told to move so I thought it best not to. Just then Jordan shifted a foot as he was about to get up and we both head something crunch.

“Hey slave, you didn’t clean the carpet properly” he announced.

Momentarily I got a bit worried that I might be in for some sort of punishment but luckily Jordan had a different idea. He moved his foot over the faller popcorn kernel until he managed to get it between his toes and pick it up. Then leaning back on the sofa he picked his leg up and presented me with the sole of his foot and his toes clutching the morsel.

I knew what he wanted me to do and didn’t have to be told. Leaning forward I began to gently take the popcorn from between his toes, but he wasn’t having any of that. Jordan then firmly pushed his toes passed my lips and into my mouth. I got my treat and cleaned both of the digits as an added reward. When I glanced up at Jordan’s face it was a picture of happiness. All too soon he pulled his foot away and put it back down on the carpet.

“Good boy” Jordan praised me. “Now go and wash up the bowls before you come upstairs.” He then patted my head and got up walking towards the stairs.

As I began to get up of the floor I realised just how stiff my body was. I started to stretch out but was abruptly halted with a yank from my bonds. That was unfortunate, I thought to myself. I gathered up the bowls and shuffled them through to the kitchen.

At the sink I began to give the dirty bowl a rinse. It took a couple of tries to turn the tap on because chains didn’t allow me to stretch that far. Finally I managed to do so by standing on tip toes and leaning over to one side.

After I had finished with the second bowl and carefully put it into the drying rack Aidan came in through the garage door. He smiled at me when he saw what I was doing.

“It’s good to see you doing the chores like a good slave should,” he commented.

I was about to do my usual thing and get to my knees but he stopped me. “Don’t worry about that now. I’ve checked the house, and it’s time to go upstairs.”

With that he walked out the kitchen with me following behind. When we here half way up the stairs he turned his head over his shoulder. “How are you finding the chains?” he asked.

“Well Sir, they are Ok I guess. I mean I suppose they will take a bit of getting used to. It’s harder to do normal things with them on and all.” I answered honestly. “But I’m getting to like them.”

Aidan carried on up the stairs as he answered. “Good. Well we went pretty easy on you with the chains today. Don’t expect them to be so loose all the time. You’re going to have to learn how to do stuff while you are chained up.”

“Yes Sir” I answered, thinking about just how much more restricted in my movement I would become. What had the boys in mind? And what did they expect me to be able to do while chained up?

When we reached the bathroom door Aidan told me to go to his room where my bag was and get my toothbrush. I hurried to retrieve it and came back. Inside the boys bathroom they were both at the basin finishing up with their teeth. Jordan replaced his toothbrush into the holder and went over to the toilet. Aidan saw me begin to turn around but stopped me.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and motioned for me to come over to him. I shuffled over keeping my eyes fixed on the floor.

When I got to Aidan he took my toothbrush from me and squeezed some toothpaste on it for me.
As he handed it back to me Jordan let loose with his pee and it splashed noisily into the water.
Aidan could see I was still pretty uncomfortable with Jordan having a whiz in front of us.

“Maybe we’re used to it because we’re brothers, or because we go to a boys’ school.” He mused. “Come on. Get your teeth brushed, it’s time for bed” Aidan stated.

Jordan finished his pee and came over to the sink to wash his hands. I could see by his face that he was tired now. His eyes had that glazed sleepy look over them.

“Where is the slave gonna sleep tonight?” Jordan asked his brother.

“In his cage of course dummy” Aidan answered.

Jordan finished washing is hands and instead of using the towel to dry his hands he simple wiped them off on my bare torso. Even though he was so sleepy he smiled. “Cool, but what if mom checks to see if he is in his bed?” he asked.

“I’ve thought of that. I’ve stuck a couple of pillows under the blankets of the spare bed if she looks.”

Jordan nodded and then left for his room. “Don’t be long; I’m tired,” he said.

I finished with my teeth and spat out into the sink. Then without being told I also quickly rinsed it out. Aidan and Jordan had splashed all over and I knew that the white toothpaste stuck if left over night.

“If you need the toilet now, is the time,” Aidan announced.

I wasn’t sure that if I went Aidan would stand watching, and I really didn’t like that thought. He may be used to going in front of other people but I certainly was not. “No Sir, I’m fine; thank you.”

Aidan lifted an eyebrow. “Are you sure? There’s no going during the night. You’re going to be locked up in a cage.”

I knew that I probably needed to go but I still shook my head no.

“Okay then, come on” Aidan stated and we left the bathroom to go to Jordan’s room.

Once there Jordan had already got undressed and was in his boxers. As expected he had left his discarded clothes lying on the floor. Aidan led me to the front of the closet where my cage was and Jordan joined him. With a hand on my shoulder he then manoeuvred me so that I was standing in front of them. He then pushed down and I took that as a signal to kneel.

Once on my knees I looked up at the boys.

“Well now slave, how have you enjoyed your first few hours in our service?” Aidan asked.

I didn’t have to think about it. “Masters it’s been great. I have learned quite a lot and I want to carry on please. I know that this is where I want to be.” With that I did a kowtow to each of them together with the obligatory kiss on the tops of their feet.

Both of the brothers were smiling when I sat back up.

Aidan grinned at me. “Good. You have done pretty well too. But remember what I said. Things aren’t going to always be this easy. You are going to have a lot of hard work and… ummm… learning over the next few days.” When he said that I knew that he was referring to the punishment that I had received earlier.

“Just like Aidan says, we won’t be going easy on you,” Jordan chimed in. “If I wasn’t so darn tired I’d probably make you do a hundred push-ups just for the fun of it.”

Aidan chuckled at his brother. “ Yea, yea; come on it’s time to sleep.” Then to me; “Okay get in your cage.”

I complied and crawled in turning myself around inside so that I faced the brothers.

Before Aidan closed the door snapped his fingers and tapped his head “Oh yes I almost forgot... hold on a second.” He then quickly left the room.

Jordan then spotted his boots by the bed and went over to get them. When he got back he tossed them in front of the cage. “Here you go boy, you can use them as a pillow if you want,” he stated with a sly smile. He was clearly pleased with himself at having thought of the idea.

“Thank you Sir” I said.

Jordan then got onto his haunches in front of me and patted my head. His hand lingered for a while and I realised that he was showing me genuine affection. Up till this point he hadn’t done so. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just a honest display of tenderness. My feelings for Jordan at that moment multiplied a hundred fold.

Aidan came back into the room. He came over to my cage and showed me a pair of his school shoes. “These are for a pillow” Aidan stated and then saw Jordan’s boots. “Oh I see you have already thought about that bro. Well done. Aidan then tossed in a bath towel. “And this is your blanket in case you get cold.”

I thought that the boys would then close the cage door but Aidan wasn’t finished. He had one more surprise in store.

“Remember I said I had plans for my socks earlier? Well, open up.” he ordered.

I opened my mouth as Aidan took his worn socks out from his back pocket and proceeded to push them into my mouth. Jordan immediately thought that was great. Remembering that he told me to leave his socks in his boots from earlier he grabbed one of his boots and pulled out the sock from inside. “Better make some room” He giggled and pushed that one in.

Unfortunately there would be no way that I could take all four of the socks so Aidan just threw his last one into the cage.

“And now for the final touch” Aidan grinned. He then took a short piece of duct tape he had ready and placed it over the socks and my mouth. “ Hey Jordan, could you pass me a marker?” Aidan asked.

Jordan got up and went to his desk where he found one and brought it back. Aidan took it from him and then carefully drew four short lines over each corner of the tape.

“What’s that for?” Jordan asked curiously. I had to admit I was also baffled by this.

When he had finished Aidan grinned. “That’s to see if he tries to take it off at night. He won’t be able to put it back on so the lines line up again and we will know.”

Jordan was impressed at his brothers idea and his face showed it.

“So don’t even think of trying it or you will be sorry.” Aidan warned.

I think they both knew I wouldn’t. I loved the taste of their socks.

A moment later Aidan leaned forward and gently took my face into his hand. His thumb softly stroked my cheek for a few moments before he let go.

With that he then closed the door of the cage and clipped the padlock shut. Both brothers stood for a few silent seconds and we just watched each other. Jordan then broke the silence and gave his big brother a good night hug. “This is so awesome Aidan!” He said and then went over and hopped into his bed scrambling under the covers.

Aidan then looked down on me and in a voice low enough so that his brother wouldn’t hear he said: “Goodnight Steven,” With that he turned and walked to the door.

“Could you turn off the light please?” Jordan requested before he left.

Aidan and Jordan then said their goodnight and Aidan turned the light off plunging the room into darkness.

“Goodnight Slave” Jordan said to me as he turned over and got comfortable.

It took a few moments for my eyes to get accustomed to the darkness and I managed to shift everything in my cage into position so that I could go to sleep. It could only have been five minutes and Jordan’s breathing told me that he was already asleep.

I closed my eyes and was about to drift off when I heard footsteps in the hall. I knew they were not Aidan because it sounded like they were more like shoes. It was Mrs. Masterson coming to check on her boys.

Immediately I felt terrified that she would discover me like this, but thankfully she didn’t. All I saw of her was a shadow cross the door. She didn’t even come in, but merely reached over and closed the door till it was almost shut. I then heard her leave.

And so I then settled down and began to spend my first night as a slave in a cage. As I drifted off to sleep one thing kept playing over in my mind: I knew beyond all doubt that Aidan thought of me as his slave - but when he said goodnight to me, he had called me Steven.

[Soraka]

by kkoomm » Mon Sep 30, 2013 9:26 am

Chapter 13

In the morning I awoke to the grey light of dawn as it spilled through the window in Jordan’s room. It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was and what this uncomfortable thing in my mouth was. The taste of the brothers’ socks immediately reminded me of my gag and just why my mouth was so dry. There was nothing I could do about that right now save taking it off, and I certainly wasn’t about to do that.

I raised my head slightly and could just make out Jordan’s form under his blankets. He was still dead to the world. I had no idea what time the brothers got up and ready for school, but I guessed that it must be pretty early. They did attend that fancy private school in the next town after all. There was really nothing I could do at this point while I was caged, so I decided to catch a few more minutes of sleep wile I could. Drawing the towel up over my shoulders once more I rested my head down on the brothers’ boots.

It was only a few minutes later that I heard Aidan moving around in his room next door. I sat up immediately and readied myself for him to come and let me out. It’s amazing just how much I wanted to see him again. In a few minutes his footsteps could be heard coming down the passage.

Instead of entering Jordan’s room however I heard him make a bee line to the bathroom. Only then did I realize that I really needed to go too. I hoped that he would finish quickly and come to let me out. My hopes were dashed when I heard the shower turn on. Aidan’s shower didn’t take long, but with every minute the pressure in my bladder was growing exponentially. It must have been the sound of running water or something.

Finally the water stopped and I heard him come down the passage. I was disappointed once more when he went past the door and back to his room. Groaning into my sock gag I realised that if I wasn’t allowed to go soon there might be an accident. It also occurred to me then just how pervasive a Masters power could be. If he so wished Aidan could control every aspect of my life, even when I could go to the bathroom. Sure with my becoming their slave it was something I had readily given up to the brothers last night but in practice... I just really needed to go!

After what seemed like ages, but was probably only a few minutes Aidan appeared in Jordan’s doorway. I had been concentrating so hard on not wetting myself that I hadn’t heard his footsteps. I jumped immediately to the door of my cage and placed my hands onto the bars. With pleading eyes I whined and mewled like a dog trying to convey to Aidan the urgency of my situation.

“Good morning slave boy, did you sleep well?” Aidan greeted cheerfully as he entered the room.
He then came over to the cage door and got to his haunches. With a quizzical expression on his face he cocked his head to one side while he listened to my whimpering.

“I’ll bet you need to go to the bathroom,” Aidan grinned.

I nodded my head vigorously and pawed at the door of the cage. Aidan got his key off from around his neck and unlocked the door. When he opened it I immediately started to crawl out.

“No!” Aidan commanded me and stopped me with a hand on my head. I cursed myself silently for doing it, but I could not help it. I looked up into his eyes expecting him to be angry but thankfully he wasn’t. “Just hold on moment I will take you to the bathroom now” Aidan said. Only then did I notice that he had with him what looked like a leash. That was confirmed when he took the chain end and attached it to my collar. Stepping back Aidan gave it a light pull and I crawled out from the cage and onto the carpet.

“Normally in the morning I would want you to kiss my feet first thing as a greeting, but you still have the gag on so I will let you off.” Aidan said. He then bent down and began checking to see if I had tampered with the duck-tape during the night. At any other time I would have loved the feeling of his touch on my cheeks, but right now I was about to burst. I made a whining sound once more that to my ears conveyed my desperation. Thank goodness Aidan must have interpreted it in the same way.

With a small chuckle he stood up straight. “Come on boy, I don’t want you to mess all over Jordan’s floor. He would give you a hell of a whipping for that!”

I was about to get up off my knees to follow but Aidan lifted a bare foot and put it on my shoulder stopping my once more. “Nope, you can follow me like a good dog, on all fours for now.”

I didn’t care I just wanted the bathroom. When Aidan turned and lead the way leash in hand I was at his heels. Finally in the bathroom Aidan took me over to the toilet and told me to stand in front of him. Briefly I remembered last night’s bathroom scene. I had been embarrassed with Jordan relieving himself in front of me and couldn’t think of going in front of anyone myself. I knew for a fact at that moment I didn’t care if Aidan was there or not I had no compunction about having a pee in front of him.

Just to the left of the toilet itself and below where the toilet paper dispenser was, there was a small shelf. There were a few magazines and comics on it at the moment as well as a really old game-boy. More importantly the braces for the shelf were of an ornate wrought iron design and it allowed Aidan to loop his end of the leash through it and tie it off. Should he have wanted to he would have used a lock on it, but he didn’t.

“Don’t go anywhere. Do what you need to do and then wait for me to come get you,” Aidan said and walked toward the door. “I’m going to get Jordan up. If you untie yourself you will be in really big trouble,” Aidan added as an extra warning before he left.

Oh sweet beautiful joyous relief !!! I did my business and flushed the loo.

I heard Aidan and Jordan talking amongst themselves down the passage while I waited, and it wasn’t long before they both came into the bathroom. “Morning Steven, um I mean slave,” Jordan greeted me momentarily forgetting my position. He was still half asleep and was rubbing his half shut eyes.

He made his way over to me and I realised that he needed to have his morning ablution too. Aidan had gone to the sink and began brushing his teeth. I stood rooted to the spot in fear of what I knew was about to happen. When Jordan got to me he elbowed between me and the toilet and began to do his business. I tried my best to move out of his way as far as I could but my leash prevented me. Even with me pulling firmly on it his back still pushed into my shoulder. I glanced over at Aidan who just stood by the basin while he brushed with an amused expression on his face.

When Jordan had finally finished he stepped aside and went over to brush his teeth with his brother. “Flush it for me boy,” He grinned cheekily to me as he went over to the basin to brush his teeth. I leaned over and pushed on the handle, happy that that was over.

Aidan had finished now and came over to untie my leash.

“Did he take off the sock gag?” Jordan asked as he plunked his tooth brush into his mouth.

“No, he was a good boy.” Aidan answered. “Did he make any noise last night?” he asked in return.

Jordan shook his head no.

Aidan then took my gag off my mouth. He was gentle with removing the tape and it didn’t hurt all that much. When the pairs of socks did come out he scrunched up his nose. “Whew, they are still rather smelly” He chuckled and discarded them onto the bathroom floor.

I smacked my dry lips and ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth. No doubt about it, my mouth tasted like their feet, the socks seemed to have imprinted themselves on me.

Jordan giggled when he heard Aidan’s comments. He then spat into the basin and rinsed his mouth before turning to me “Don’t worry slave boy, I will have smelled up a new pair for you by this afternoon! Which reminds me Aidan; you remember I have an away soccer match this morning. I won’t have a shower now; instead I’ll have one after the match.”

“Oh yea, I remember now. But you will be coming home as normal won’t you?” Aidan asked as he began unhitching the leash from my neck chain.

Jordan nodded and grinned. “Oh, heck; yes. I don’t want to miss a moment of slave training.”

Once my chain was off Aidan stepped back from me. “All right, slave. Give the bathroom a quick cleaning and then fetch my shoes from your cage. I’ll be in my room.”

Jordan was already halfway out the door when Aidan left.

I set to work quickly but thoroughly. There really wasn’t much to do. Just the shower, wash basin and toilet. That done I used the towel to dry the shower and the floor before depositing it into the hamper. Finally I retrieved the sock gag that I had been wearing and carefully separated each one from the duct tape before putting them into the hamper as well.

Finished, I went to Jordan’s room to retrieve Aidan’s school shoes and boots from my cage. As I entered Jordan was putting on his white button up school shirt. He turned to me as I entered. “You haven’t given me a proper good morning yet boy,” he smiled as he stood there.

I nodded with a grin of my own and went over to him, got to my knees and kissed each of his bare feet. His toes wiggled as I did so, and in a strange way I took that as a compliment. “Good morning Master Jordan.” I said and leant back onto my haunches to look up at him.

He grinned happily down at me and then playfully kicked my knee with his foot. “Better get going to Aidan,” I went over to my cage and got the shoes before I left.

I then shuffled out the door and over to Aidan’s room. Only then did I realize that I was in fact still hobbled and cuffed. I know it may seem strange, but I really hadn’t noticed them since I woke up this morning. It had not yet been twenty four hours since my enslavement and even less than that in chains, and they were already becoming a part of me. A part of who I was; and I dare say a part of my identity.

When I entered Aidan’s room he was sitting on his bed digging in his school bag. He looked over at me and smiled. “Get me a pair of socks and then come over and put my shoes on for me,” he said and continued looking through his bag.

I did so and selected a fresh pair of dark socks that matched his uniform. I was still amazed at the schools uniform. They even had socks emblazoned with the schools crest on the side. Once I had them I went over and took up position kneeling between my master’s feet. Before he had finished with whatever he was doing in his bag I gave Aidan the morning greeting he wanted. I bent forward and gave each foot a lingering kiss, enjoying the fresh warmth of the skin on my lips. “Good morning Master” I said in an almost whisper, not wanting to distract him too much from whatever he was doing.

Aidan stopped rooting around his bag. When he looked at me he had the most incredible expression of happiness on his face. “Good boy, you remembered.” He then sighed with raised eyebrows. “I just wish we didn’t have school today. I want to spend the whole day with you.”

“Me too, Sir” I ventured. I still wasn’t sure just exactly when a slave like me was allowed to speak and what I was allowed to say. To keep on the safe side I thought I should try to keep it to the minimum.

“Get my shoes on for me. I’m just checking to see if I have all my homework ready. I have a crappy test today.” Aidan said absently and returned to his bag.

As gently as I could I pulled a sock onto each of his feet and then pulled his shoes on. Aidan just let his feet hang limp which made the task a little harder, but not overly so. Once that was done I finished by fastening the laces. I made sure to tie a double knot so that they would not come undone during the day. It’s the little things that a slave does that makes all the difference, even if his Master doesn’t notice all of them, the cumulative effect is great.

Just when I finished with the second shoe I heard Jordan enter the room behind me. “I got bored waiting for slave boy to come back,” Jordan said and walked over to sit next to his brother. He dropped his school shoes and socks between his feet and asked Aidan what he was doing. Aidan ignored him for a few moments and then apparently found what he was looking for.

“Aha! I knew I had it in here!” he exclaimed holding up a small piece of paper.

Jordan snapped his fingers and pointed to his shoes. The meaning was clear and I happily obeyed. This was a job that I really enjoyed.

“What’s that you got?” Jordan asked.

“It’s just something I need for the test today, I thought I might have lent it to Cayden or something.”

Just then we all heard the kitchen bell ring.

“Oh crap we better hurry” Aidan announced.

It took only a few moments and I was done with Jordan’s footwear.

Jordan stretched his feet out and rotated them to feel if his shoes were on to his satisfaction. They were. “Hey, you got them just the way I like them. Not too tight and not too loose,” he praised.

I was very happy with the praise to say the least.

“Stand up boy,” Aidan ordered and got up. “Jordan, would you unlock his ankles? I’ll get his wrists and neck.”

“Sure thing.” Jordan answered.

Both brothers got their keys from around their necks and proceeded to unlock my bonds. When they were finished and the chains fell off I had the strangest sense of unease. I somehow just didn’t feel quite right. It was as if something was now missing. There was no time to dwell on this now however.

Aidan now stood in front of me with his brother and addressed me. His tone was no nonsense but not unkind. “Now listen carefully. Nothing is going to change at all about the fact that you are still our slave. However when we are with other people like my mom you have to act as normally as you can. You can’t let on anything about being a slave and us being your Masters. That goes for all other adults and kids at school.”

“Yes Sir,” I nodded. I understood that very well.

“That being said you still have to obey us any time we give you an order and show us your total respect. Got it?” Aidan continued.

“Yes Master Aidan,” I smiled and then looked over at Jordan. “And Master Jordan.”

That got a big smile from both brothers. “Good, now quickly get yourself dressed and let’s go and eat.” Aidan announced.

Jordan bounded out the door and down the stairs with Aidan following. He stopped at the entrance and waited while I quickly dressed before following.

When we got to the kitchen Mrs. Masterson greeted Aidan and me. Jordan was already seated. “How did you sleep Steven?” she asked.

“Very well Ma’am, thank you” I answered truthfully as I took a seat at the table.

“That’s good to hear. Now what are you boys doing today at school?” She asked Aidan and Jordan and they began pour themselves orange juice and get some cereal. Jordan began to tell her about his soccer match that morning.

I sat there for a few moments a little unsure about helping myself. I then got a gentle elbow into my ribs. Glancing over at Aidan he grinned and raised an eyebrow. I got his meaning and helped myself to a modest bowl of cereal and some juice.

Jordan had just finished telling his mom about his day when she looked over at me and the bowl I was about to eat from. “No, no, no Steven,” She clucked like a mother hen “That’s not nearly enough for a growing boy like you. Come on Aidan; help your friend out.”

Aidan grinned happily and proceeded to fill my bowl to the level his was at.

“Maybe he’s just used to eating only a little” Jordan chirped trying to be helpful. “You know, being poor and all.”

Mrs. Masterson gasped. “Jordan! What did I tell you about being rude?” she scolded.

“What?” Jordan asked in genuine surprise, not knowing what he had said wrong.

Aidan came to the rescue in the awkward situation and began to tell his mom about the test he had today. Mrs. Masterson let it slide, I’m sure to spare me any more embarrassment. When I glanced over at her however she was looking at me. Concern and care was clearly written all over face.

When we were finished eating the brothers left me in the kitchen to go and get their bags from their rooms. Mrs. Masterson began to clear the table and I jumped up to help her. We had finished loading the dishwasher when she turned to me. “I’m really glad that you have made friends with my boys. A boy like you can be nothing but a good influence on them. And Steven, I want you to know I understand what your home situation is like, from what you have told me. I grew up in a similar kind of environment. So if there is anything you need, or you just want to talk, I am here and I will listen.”

I wasn’t expecting that. No adult had ever shown me that kind of tenderness. My dad was my dad and, well he just wasn’t that kind of person. I knew he cared for me and love me. He just did it in his own way. Perhaps it was also because I had no mother, and in my young mind she kind of took on that mother figure role I had been missing all my life. My heart swelled and I felt a lump in my throat. I nodded shyly. “Thank you Ma’am, I will.”

She then patted my on my cheek just as Aidan and Jordan came back downstairs with their bags and ready for school. All of us then went through the kitchen door into the garage. I then moved over the garage door and stood there; waiting for it to open.

“What are you doing there?” Aidan asked me.

“Umm well I thought I was going to walk home.” I answered.

“Oh nonsense” Mrs. Masterson said “I’ll give you a lift.”

“It’s really all right, I have lots of time before school” I offered.

“I won’t take no for an answer. Come on hop in.” Mrs. Masterson said with finality and triggered the garage door with a remote. I wasn’t about to argue and to into the back seat next to Jordan. Aidan was sitting in front as usual.

As we set of down the driveway Aidan told his mom he would direct her to my house.

We hadn’t gone very far when Jordan poked me in the arm. He leaned over and so that his mom wouldn’t hear him. “I got you a present.” he whispered conspiratorially “I felt a bit bad about what I said at breakfast, so I thought you might like this.” With that Jordan reached into his pants pocket. His hand came out bunched into a fist so that I couldn’t see exactly what he had in it. He then moved it over and placed something soft into my own open hand. When I looked down and saw what he had given me I was filled with a mixture of feelings.

“That’s the other sock from last night, the one I couldn’t fit into your mouth.” Jordan grinned. “I know how much you like my socks and I love the idea that my slave will go through the day carrying my stinky sock with him.”

I beamed my thanks to Jordan wordlessly and tucked it quickly into my pocket. I could already smell a faint trace of it in the air even though it hadn’t been exposed for more than a few seconds. Jordan sat back happy with what he had thought of. He was chuffed with himself at being able to give a kind of apology, and exert his dominance at the same time. He leaned over once more and whispered “Make sure you either give it a sniff or suck on it whenever nobody is looking.”

In no time we reached my house and Mrs. Masterson dropped me off. We all said our goodbyes and once I closed the SUV's door she sped off down the road. I just stood there for a few moments and looked at my small run down family home. Sighing I made my way to the front door and let myself in.

“Hi dad I’m home!” I greeted as I went in. There was no answer. This wasn’t so strange. He was often out to work very early in the morning. I went through the house to check if he was in his room before I went to my own. My dad was nowhere to be found. He must have left early. Perhaps he had an early shift at the High School I thought to myself. I went through my morning routine having a shower and so on before getting dressed in a clean set of clothes. Before I put my old clothes into the hamper I retrieved Jordan’s sock, gave it a quick lick and a sniff, and then put into the pocket of the pants I was wearing. I was going to make good on what Jordan had told me to do today.

When it was time I left the house by the front door, remembering to lock it. It wasn’t a long walk to school but I had time to think about everything that had happened. I hadn’t been away from the brothers, I mean my Masters, for more than an hour and I already missed them. I also missed the chains I had been in last night. I missed my cage.

Absently my hand went up to the chain around my neck and I smiled. At least I still had that. A constant and irremovable reminder. The feeling of the small metal links gave me a sort of comfort. I couldn’t begin to explain how or why. As I got closer to the school there were more and more kids on the streets, all walking in the same direction. I suddenly wanted to show off my chain to them but knew better. It wouldn’t be a good idea to do that. They would probably want to know where poor kid like me got something so expensive. And that would lead to more hard to answer questions. With a resigned sigh I tucked it under my shirt.

When I got through the school gates a purely instinctive feeling welled up inside me. My eyes scanned for Donovan and his gang. The fear that I had been living with for as long as I could remember was still around. The effects of a lifetime of bullying doesn’t just vanish after a day. I was confident that he wouldn’t try anything. Not while I was under the Masterson brothers protection. And definitely not after their humiliating defeat. Still there were other bullies lurking around. As it turned out I had nothing to fear, I wasn’t harassed by anybody and reached my home-room without incident.

The school bell rang and Mrs. Clay, my home room teacher arrived. All the kids went into the class and sat down ready for roll call.

My name hadn’t been called out when there was a knock on the door. It was Mr. Patricks the school Principal. He entered and we all got to our feet. You could hear a pin drop. Mr. Patricks had that effect on everyone. He was a figure that was both feared and respected by all the pupils in the school.

“Good morning class,” he greeted. Once the class greeted him in unison in return he told us to sit and then went over to Mrs. Clay and whispered something into her ear. Everyone’s curiosity was piqued. First off Mr.. Patricks had never been into our class and Mrs. Clay gasped with wide eyes at whatever she had been told. She then nodded and we heard her mumble “Yes of course, of course...”

Mr. Patricks then stood up straight and looked directly at me. “Steven Small, please come with me.”

The pit of my stomach dropped out.

Robotically I stepped forward but he stopped me. “Please bring your bag too,” he added.

Again, robotically, I retrieved my bag and went to the door where he was waiting.

We started down the corridor and I started to panic. What on earth had I done? What kind of trouble was I in? Oh crap. This must be about what happened to Donovan and his friends. All these and more thoughts flashed through my head as we made our way to the schools administrative block.

Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. “Uhh Sir, what is this about?” I asked, my voice audibly trembling as I looked up at him.

“I will tell you when we are in my office” he answered and placed his large hand on my shoulder as we walked. This seemed like an act of kindness, but I thought it could just as easily be to grab me if I tried to make a run for it.

We made our way past the secretary’s office but I didn’t look at anyone. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me. Only when we went into Mr. Patricks’s office and he closed the door did I dare look up. There were three chairs in front of his large wooden desk and two of them were taken up. My worst fears were confirmed when I saw who sat in one of them. It was Sheriff Parker. The other woman I didn’t recognize, but she was the least of my worries. I shrank both internally and I’m sure visibly when I saw the Sheriff. This had to be about Donovan.

“Take a seat Steven” Mr. Patrick’s said kindly and guided me gently to a chair. I looked into his face as I sat down. My confusion must have been evident. I mean, here I was in deep trouble and he was being very nice to me. Mr. Patricks continued to smile gently at me. Then Sheriff Parker cleared his throat. I turned to him. It took all my courage to look him in the face but I managed.
“Son, I’m afraid I have some terrible news. Last night your father was in an accident. I’m very sorry to have to tell you he was killed.”

The words hit me like a brick to the head. I looked at Sheriff Parker and then to Mr. Patricks. Then my vision began to swim and I blacked out. Oh the silent and still of oblivion. The restful peace of nothingness.

Slowly I regained consciousness. When I opened my eyes I saw roof boards but I had no idea of where I was. The last few moments of just before I passed out came back to me with a dreadful heaviness. I sat up and looked around. I was in the schools sick bay. The school nurse was on a rolling office chair with her back to me. She heard me stir and turned around.

“Oh good you have rejoined us,” she smiled at me as she pushed herself over to my bedside.

She then held out a small pill and a cup of water. “It’s just a little something to help you deal with shock,” she said and handed it to me. I didn’t ask anything. I just took it and sipped the water.

“You just rest for a few minutes. I will be back soon,” she said and gently pushed her hand on my chest. I didn’t resist. I just lay back. With that she got up and left the room. It was about ten minutes later that the Sheriff and the other lady that had been in Mr. Patricks’s office came in. To be sure I was still in shock, but everything was also a bit fuzzy. I only half listened and half heard what they were saying. Something about not having any relatives. Something about going to a place of safety to stay for a while. Something about everyone being very, very sorry.

Sheriff Parker asked me if I was ready to go. I nodded.

This fuzzy dream I was having continued. Together with the lady we went to my house. Once there she helped me pack a suitcase. Sheriff Parker said that he would keep a good eye on the place to make sure nothing happened while I was away. I was going away? The fuzzy dream continued.

We got back into Sheriff Parker’s car and started to drive. We were on our way to the place of safety that I guessed the lady ran. Still lost in my world of incoherent thoughts I glanced out of the window. In my fuzzy dream we drove past the Masterson ranch and away from my home.

[Soraka]

by kkoomm » Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:17 am

Chapter 14


I had been at the place of safety for five days now. It had taken the first day or so just to get over the initial shock. Slowly I was beginning to wrap my head around the situation I now found myself in. With my dad gone I was truly alone in the world. I started to think of what my future would look like too. Would I spend the rest of my teen years in an orphanage? I hoped that all those stories and movies weren’t really true. You know, those ones that depict orphanages like in the book Oliver Twist. Up to this point the place I was at wasn’t that bad.

There were twelve other boys here with me at the place of safety. They ranged in age from between 8 and 15. I hadn’t spoken a word to any of them so far. None of them had spoken a word to me, which suited me just fine. I put it down to them having their own problems. On the second night however I had the distinct and disquieting feeling of their collective eyes on me, like they were sizing me up or something. I tried to ignore it.

On the third day I had my second session with a psychologist. The first one was on the first day but I don’t remember much of that one. I think I was still zoned out from the sedatives I had been given.

Anyway, the psychologist seemed nice enough. I got questioned about a whole range of things, and even though I answered all the questions, I was really careful not to give anything away that I didn’t want to. As a result he knew nothing about the Masterson brothers, or my being their slave. I’m sure you will understand my reasons for not telling him.

In any event I was just starting to come to terms with my new situation. Things here were not all that bad considering. The staff members were caring and friendly and the boys just left me alone.

That all changed that night.

When dinner was called I was first in line to get it and eat. I did this so that I could then eat quickly and go and do my ablutions before any of the other boys got to the communal bathroom.
After I had wolfed down the food I was out the door.

Just as I had finished my shower and changed into my night clothes. It seemed that standard dress here was boxers and a T shirt for bed. Then the first of the other boys came in. The oldest boys name was Billy. He was fifteen and from what I gathered he was the leader of the pack. I could see this not only by the way the other boys deferred to him, but by the kind of magnetism that he radiated. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was anything like what Aidan or Jordan had, but I recognised it. I was very wary however because I could also recognise it had similar traits to what Donovan had as well.

As I passed Billy in the doorway our shoulders accidentally collided causing me to drop my tube of toothpaste.

“Sorry,” I stammered quietly and quickly gathered it up.

Billy didn’t bother to reply. He just watched with a deadpan expression on his face, and as I left I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head.

I quickly put my toiletries away and went through to the living room. We were allowed an hour of free time before bed. So far it had consisted mainly of watching TV, but there were other activities too. I went over to the bookshelf and picked out a magazine, then settled into a big beanbag in the corner and began leafed through the pages.

In a little while I heard voices approaching down the passageway but before they entered Billy’s distinctive voice carried over to where I sat. “Shhhh... shut up he’s probably in there.”

A moment later the boys entered the room. They looked around and when they saw me Billy glared at a thirteen year old kid named Mark. “I told you so” Billy scolded and gave him a clip to the back of the head. This didn’t seem to faze Mark, who just gave his head a rub and continued grinning enigmatically. The boys all filed in after their then showers. They had all changed and were now similarly dressed in their boxers and shirts. After a little rough housing they settled down on the couches and began watching TV.

My usual alarm bells went off like air raid sirens inside my head. I knew something was up.
As the boys watched TV I kept up the appearance of reading the magazine when in fact I was peeping over the top of the pages at each one of them. As I have mentioned before, I have a gut instinct in knowing what to look out for when it comes to bullies. I recognised two in the group. There was Billy and then there was Troy.

The more I watched as the boys interacted I thought that Billy was just top dog due to his age, size and ability to physically intimidate the other kids. Troy was different. He was a year younger at fourteen, but his status in the group was not as a result of bullying. He just seemed to assume his position and expect everyone else to comply. There had been a few instances over the last few days when I had seen this, but in each case Billy was there and my attention was always focused on him. I suppose it was a kind of survival instinct on my part. You know, you keep your eyes on the perceived larger threat.

Anyway as I watched Troy I realized that I had read the situation completely wrong. It was not Billy who was the leader. It was Troy. Troy just used Billy as a kind of enforcer.

My mind was still coming to grips with this and I didn’t notice that I had let the pages of the magazine drop as I continued watching. Suddenly I saw that Troy looking directly at me. I couldn’t tell for how long because I had been lost in my own thoughts. His pale blue eyes were framed by bleach blond surfer style hair, and they were hypnotic. At that moment I truly felt like a mouse before a cobra. But despite their glittering beauty they had a very dangerous glint to them. The eyes are the windows to the soul right? Well in a shared instant I saw Troy and he saw me. By that I mean we had a moment in which we recognized each others’ true natures. I had seen exactly the same thing in the eyes of both Aidan and Jordan.

It took all my strength to pull my eyes down, back to the pages of the magazine. What I was left with was a feeling of both dread and excitement. I know, I know, excitement? How could that be?

It’s kind of hard to explain, but the best I can do is that I recognized Aidan in those eyes. Or at least the part of Aidan that made him a Master, and just like he had said, there were other Masters out there who could recognize a slave. He had also said that it was not my fault that I would respond to it. It was in my nature. That’s where my excitement stemmed from.

Quickly I folded the magazine closed and returned it to the shelf. As unobtrusively as I could I got up and slipped out of the room.

In the passageway was Mrs. Devlin. She was a kindly old lady that was on night duty. Or at least she had been since I had got here. “Are you off to bed Steven? I was just going to tell the other boys they had five minutes till lights out.” she said loudly. I found out later that she spoke in such a loud voice because she was quite hard of hearing.

“Yes, Ma’am” I nodded and made to hurry past her, but she stopped me with a hand on the shoulder.

“You just remember that if you want to talk or anything I will be in the living room or in the kitchen making some tea.” She said with a kindly smile.

I nodded and thanked her before going on to the dorm bedroom.

The room itself was pretty large and had seven bunk beds in it. It wasn’t like I had initially expected a dorm room to be in a place of safety. I expected it to be all institutional, like in the movies, but it wasn’t. It was carpeted and each person had a private cupboard and locker. There were also bright and friendly pictures on the walls.

I just wanted to get into bed and go to sleep. I wanted to ignore the other boys when they came in and draw the covers up over my head. Before I did this however I went over to my cupboard and opened it. Inside I found my suitcase and took out the sock that I had with me on the day I had come here. The one that Jordan given to me. Then I went over to my bunk and got into it, happy that I didn’t have a bunk mate on the top one.

I lay there and pulled up the covers over my head. My one hand played with my neck chain and the other held Jordan’s sock. Even though it was a few days old, the scent of it still filled the space under the sheets. I realized just how much I missed the Masterson brothers. Especially Aidan. They had just accepted me as their slave like I had them as my Masters. Nothing about that had changed, even through the tumultuous events of the last few days. They were my only connection to my old life now. When I thought about them I knew that I wasn’t as alone as I had been feeling. I think Aidan must have been in his bed right now thinking about me too. That thought gave me butterflies in my tummy. How I wished that I could be in my cage, but alas I wasn’t.

I was just thinking about that when the boys came through for bed. I could hear the expected rough housing but everyone left me alone. After a few minutes everything quieted down as the group began to settle. On one or two occasions I heard them whispering. I somehow knew that it was about me but chose to ignore it. I just shut my eyes and tried to get to sleep. All the boys must have been in bed because Mrs. Devlin came in and said a goodnight to us. She switched the lights off and then left us for the night.

It didn’t take long and I fell asleep. The chain and the sock were a great comfort.

My dreams were strange. Strange but pleasurable none the less. I had images of Aidan flashing in my mind. He walked up to me and gave me a hug. At first it was a friendly hug, with his arms around my shoulders. The hug then grew and I had the sensation that he was now hugging my chest and waist and then my legs and feet. The hug grew tighter and tighter until I suddenly woke up with a start.

The lights of the dorm bedroom had been switched on and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Above me a dark shadow loomed. As my vision swam into focus I realised that the hugging weight that I had been dreaming of was in fact Billy who was sitting on my chest.

My head jerked toward the door only to see that it was closed. I was about to open to my mouth to shout out to Mrs. Devlin for help, but Billy’s hand clamped it shut before I had the chance.
“Won’t do any good anyway, we checked up on her and she is fast asleep” Billy grinned down at me.

Trying my best not to panic my eyes swiveled around and took in the situation I now found myself in. Billy was sitting on my chest, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. Despite myself I glanced toward his crotch. I was very relieved to see that this was not exciting him. I knew what was hidden behind the thin stripy boxer material. Despite him having showered recently there was a definite muskiness emanating from there. To each side of me a boy was finishing attaching my wrists to the top bedposts with rope. I recognised one as a skipping rope that one of the eight year olds had been playing with this afternoon.

Behind Billy I saw Mark’s head poke from over his shoulder. He had that same smile on his face that I had seen in the TV room. I could feel his weight sitting on my waist. There must have been another boy behind him that I could not see, but I could feel him on my lower legs. I tried to wriggle a bit but it was impossible. It was then that I could feel the ropes around my ankles; they must have been tied to the lower bed posts.

Around me all the boys stood and looked on at my predicament. At any other time I probably would have enjoyed the sight of a group of boys standing around in their boxers and socks. My budding gay imagination would have gone wild, but it certainly was not the case right now. The sight was menacing to say the least. All of them had either amused or outright happy looks on their faces. The only one conspicuous in his absence was Troy.

Billy saw Jordan’s sock peeking out from under my pillow. He gave it a look and it seemed he was trying to figure out why it was there. I don’t know if he came to any conclusion, but with his free hand he gingerly picked it up with two fingers before proceeding to stuff my mouth with it.

With Billy’s hand gone I tried valiantly one last time to spit out the sock and scream for help. It was no use however and merely brought giggles and laughter from the croup of onlookers. Billy brought my efforts to an end with a hard slap to my cheek.

“Quit it!” Billy growled with menace. To make sure I got the point he gripped my head tightly between his thighs and re-stuffed my mouth with the sock using two fingers. He then pinched my nose shut for a few second essentially cutting off my air. I quickly ceased all my efforts of escape and lay still. As soon as I did this Billy released my nose and I was able to breathe freely once again.

After a few moments the boys tittering died down. Billy then loosened his thighs from my cheeks. The initial sting of his slap had been replaced with a soft warm burning sensation.
Billy then poked his finger onto the tip of my nose as he addressed me.

“Now that you have quieted down a bit, let me explain a few things to you...”

Billy was about to continue when another unseen voice interrupted him. “Hold on a second Billy, I think I need to have a little chat with him first...”

I couldn’t see him from where I was pinned down but it was definitely Troy.

Billy’s face registered disappointment for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a grin. He then knelt up and lingered there for a moment with his crotch directly over my face, so that I looked up his flat stomach into his face, and then got off my chest. When he stepped away from the side of the bed Troy was revealed. He was standing back calmly leaning against the next bunk bed. To my shock another boy, whose name I couldn’t remember, knelt passively by his feet.

My eyes must have widened further when I saw he was gagged with what looked like a ball and blindfolded with two long soccer socks tied together. His hands were tied together with rope and he wore what looked like a dog’s choker-chain on his neck. To the chain was attached yet another rope, the end of which was held by Troy. After taking this in my eyes darted up to Troy once more. His smile radiated a smug, cat that ate the canary quality.

Just what the hell was going on here? I thought to myself.

Troy took the end of the make shift leash and wound it around the bedpost. He then patted the other boys head and told him to stay before coming over to stand at my side. His eyes hadn’t left mine. Even now when he spoke he didn’t look away from me.

“Mark, go fetch me a pair of wire cutters from the janitors tool box” Troy said calmly.

“Right away.” Mark answered quickly and made of toward the door.

I gulped when I heard this. What kind of sadistic tortures was he going to put me through?

Troy then lifted one leg and swung it over my chest. He then straddled me and settled his weight down sifting his butt to get more comfortable. He sat down with his legs bent out in front of him and his knees up so that he could rest his elbows on them. His feet pushed into the pillow on either side of my head.

He was a lot lighter than Billy was but somehow I felt a lot safer under the other boy. Troy had a menace about him that scared me. Finally Troy took his eyes off mine and he looked around at the group. He seemed to think about something for a moment before he looked back down. It was then that I realised just how hypnotic, beautiful and powerful his gaze was. I really wasn’t lying earlier when I told you about it.

“I’m going to take the sock out of your mouth now. If you try to shout out each of these boys here will beat the crap out of you. Do you understand?” Troy asked and indicated to everyone standing around the bed.

I nodded my understanding. I wouldn’t shout. I believed him.

“Good.” said Troy and pulled out the gag, depositing it on the pillow by his right foot before he continued. “Your name is Steven, right?”

“Y... yes Sir.” I croaked, my mouth still dry from the sock. Oh no, why did I call him Sir? I shut my eyes, angry with myself for the mistake. I didn’t want to give Troy or anyone else for that matter any indication that I knew who and what I was.

Troy immediately picked up on what I had said. His top lip curled into a sneer. He then picked up the discarded sock gag and held it over my face an inch above my nose. “I’m willing to bet all the money in the world that this actually isn’t your sock. Am I right?”

Just then Mark came back from his errand. He came up to the bed with a pair of wire cutters in his hand. My eyes were fixed on them, fear building up inside like a rumbling volcano.

“Troy asked you a question. Answer him!” Billy snapped from the other side of the bed.

I wasn’t going to lie. Not with Mark holding those wire cutters. Little did I know that they weren’t meant to torture me. They were for something else entirely, but I didn’t know that at the time and they scarred the heck out of me.

“No, it’s not mine.” I whispered.

Troy then held out his hand and Mark handed him the wire cutters. Troy didn’t do anything with them, but instead handed them over to Billy on the opposite side of the bed. “Time to see who wins the bet Billy,” Troy grinned at his friend.

Billy then knelt down next to the bed and held the cutters up toward me.

I’m sure none of you would blame me. I panicked. Anticipating this and before I could yell out Troy shut my mouth with one hand.

“Shhhhhh! Quiet, boy!” He hushed me. “Relax. Billy isn’t going to hurt you. We all had a bet that we either would or wouldn’t be able to cut it off you. Most kids here think Billy will be able to. It’s just me Justin and Cole that don’t think so.”

Somewhat calmed I stopped my muffled shouting and ineffectual struggling. I felt Billy’s finger loop through my neck chain and pull it taught so he could get purchase with the cutting tool.
Troy took his hand off my mouth. All the boys then proceeded to crowd around behind Billy to watch him try. Clearly he had been nominated because he was the strongest of everyone here.

After two full minutes of grunting and cussing and sweating, Billy hadn’t even made a dent. For my part I was fully confident that he wouldn’t be able to. Aidan had said as much, and I took his word for it. The more Billy grew frustrated, the more I felt a sense of satisfaction. It was a small victory over the bully I know, but it felt good. He could not take the symbol of my enslavement to Aidan and Jordan away from me.

Finally with an exasperated sigh Billy threw up his arms in defeat. Most of the other boys were disappointed at losing their bets too and grumbled. I saw two happy faces amongst them though. They must be Cole and Justin I thought to myself.

“Well, well, well. Now this is interesting...” Troy said to himself.

“How the hell did you know I wouldn’t be able to get it off?” Billy asked, still a bit breathless from his efforts.

Troy looked over at Billy with a grin. “Because I have seen a few of these before. They are really expensive slave collars, and are almost impossible to get off. You have to have a key to this little lock over here.” Troy fingered the lock which lay to one side on my throat.

Then looking down into my face once more Troy spoke again. “So Steven, you are a slave. And not just a pretend one at that. If you’re wearing a collar like this you know what I’m talking about.”

Troy just let his words sink into me. My mind was racing with a million thoughts, yet at the same time I felt numb. I didn’t have time to string two coherent ones together before I felt Troy suddenly dismount me.

“Billy, you explain everything to slave boy then meet me in the usual place. We need to talk about this new development. It changes a whole bunch of things.” Troy said and went over to where the bound and gagged boy was still kneeling with his leash tied to the bed. I just had time to see Troy untying the rope and the other boy begin to get up when Billy’s figure blocked of my view.

This time he didn’t bother sitting on me. He did however pick up one foot and plant it high up on my chest so that his toes dug into my neck. When I didn’t show any discomfort he pushed down until I he was satisfied that I knew I was under his foot.

The group of boys surrounding the bed tittered with excitement. They clearly knew more about whatever Billy was about to explain and liked what was to come.

“ Right. Troy and I decided that for now you are going to be a batman. You know what that means?” Billy asked.

I nodded my understanding. I knew what a batman was. It was a British military term for a general dog’s body. I had seen it in an old movie once and the term had stuck in my mind. In public schools in the UK I think they used the term fag. This was where a new boy was put under the charge of an older one. They new kid would perform menial tasks for him and in return the older boy taught, protected and guided him. Obviously sometimes it didn’t work that way exactly.

“Now that we know a little more about who you really are however, you aren’t just going to be Cole’s batman. You are going to be everybody’s. Even the young kids.” Billy couldn’t help stifle a laugh as he said the last part. It clearly amused him that I would be put under the youngest kids control too.

The boy named Cole wasn’t happy about this development. “Hey, that’s not fair. I wanted my own batman!” he complained.

Billy looked over at him. “Don’t worry Cole, you can work him just as hard and treat him like you would as if he was your own.”

Cole seemed somewhat placated by Billy’s answer but not entirely. He grumbled under his breath and folded his arms across his chest in a pouty display. I noticed then that he must have been at least a year, but probably two years younger than me.

When Billy looked back down at me he proceeded to dig his toes into my neck so that it hurt before he spoke again. “Now I think you are smart enough to know what will happen if you try disobey or try to tell on us.” Billy intoned before waiting for my answer.
I nodded quickly, my chin bumping on the top of his foot, where it was burrowing down into my neck.

When Billy had got my affirmative he let some pressure off. “Good, because if you try, there is not one kid here who will back you up. Isn’t that right everybody?”

All of the surrounding boys murmured their happy agreement. I didn’t doubt it. I had no friends here.

With that Billy took his foot of my neck and stood looking down at me with a satisfied smile playing across his face. Strange, that at that moment, even though the older boy had just tormented me I recognised the handsomeness in his features. His jet black hair was in stark contrast of his milky white skin and together with his smouldering green eyes he was, well beautiful in a way.

“Ok boys, you introduce yourselves, and get to know the new batman here until Troy and I get back. But remember no marks, and keep him tied down to the bed. Don’t let him loose.” Billy said as he turned and left the dorm to go and find his friend.

There was a moment silence before Cole broke the ice. Climbing up onto the bed he crawled up until he was over my chest and then sat down heavily. I could see he was still angry about being cheated out of a batman of his very own.

As I looked up into his face I realized that I had totally conflicting emotions coursing through me. The slave in me rejoiced at the fact I would be in service. I make no bones about that. It’s like Aidan had said. It was who I was and I would only ever find happiness when I was true to myself. But my mind also rebelled. I belonged to Aidan and Jordan.

And then of course there was my heart. That part of me pulled the strongest. I wanted to go home. Home to the Masterson brothers, but especially, home to Aidan.

[Soraka]

by kkoomm » Sun Oct 13, 2013 12:35 am

Chapter 15


Cole looked down into my face with a distinct delight. From his perch on my chest he then proceeded to give me an introduction to who he was, and what I would be doing for him during my time here.

“Billy said to make introductions, so my name is Cole. You were supposed to be my personal batman. I want to know why you are so special that you can’t belong to me huh?” Cole asked as gave me a nipple twister at the end of the question.

I grimaced at the pain “I - uh, really don’t know why. I promise!”

Cole then moved his fingers over to my other nipple. “Yea it all seems pretty mysterious. But in any case, you are still going to do all the work around here. There are only three other batmen, Harry, Paul and Ryan. But since you are everyone’s now it seems that they have just been let of their duties. Well except Paul. I don’t think Billy will give him up his own personal batman.”

Two of the youngest boys who were standing on my left let out a whoop and high fived each other. They must be Harry and Ryan, I thought to myself.

Just as Cole’s fingers began to squeeze my next nipple for its turn of torture I asked him a question. “If I may ask, please would you tell me what it is that I am supposed to do for everyone?”

Happily for me Cole paused in applying pressure to answer me. “Harry, tell him what your duties were,” Cole said.

The small brown haired boy named Harry piped up from where he was standing “We had to do all the general stuff to keep the place neat and tidy. That means cleaning the house, washing the floors, doing the weeding in the garden, and cleaning the bathroom...”

“Ugh... I hated that part the most!” Interjected the boy next to him. That must be Ryan.

Harry continued. “The staff here have a roster of duties but they don’t really look to closely at who does what. So long as everything is done.”

Cole then began to squeeze. “So that’s the general stuff you are going to be doing, but then each of us has you as a personal batman too. That means a hell of a lot more stuff to do on top of it. Each of us can make up any duty we want. But for me, you are going to make my bed in the morning, do my laundry, keep my shoes nice and clean and well… stuff like that. I’ll think up more things as we go along.”

By the general titter in the audience I assumed that I would be doing these things not only for Cole, but for all of them. I suddenly realised just how much work I was in for. In all likelihood every waking moment would be in service to these boys. Despite my apprehension and the growing pain in the nipple that Cole was squeezing, the slave in me found the prospect to be quite good.

When Cole thought that I had enough nipple pain he let go. I saw his hand move and I though he was drawing it back for a face slap so I shut my eyes in anticipation. But the slap didn’t come. Instead I felt him tug at my chain collar. When I opened my eyes he was studying it intently.

“So where on earth did you get this and what makes you so special?” he asked me.

There was no way on earth I was telling him. Somehow I felt that that would break a certain trust with my Masters, the Masterson brothers. It had not been said, but I knew that telling people, no matter who, without their consent would be bad. I decided then and there that they could torture me all they wanted I would never tell.

I clamped my mouth shut. Cole looked up from the chain and saw the defiance in the set of my features. He immediately became annoyed, and the face slap came.

“Well? Tell me!” Cole barked.

I remained stone cold silent.

Thankfully the other boys were becoming restless. One of them piped up before Cole could continue. “Come on Cole. Troy and Billy are going to be back soon. We all want a chance to say hello.

Cole relented. But before he left he grabbed my cheeks between his hands and made me look directly into his deep eyes. “This isn’t over.” he warned.

I was relieved that Cole wouldn’t have a chance to continue his interrogation. I had the feeling though that he wouldn’t forget it.

Somewhat reluctantly Cole dismounted only to be replaced by Harry, who quite literally bounced up onto me. Once he settled he playfully squeezed my head between his thighs a few times before he introduced himself to me. This was followed by a few minor torments, the worst of which was a wet willie. It was Ryan’s turn next who delighted in flicking my nose till my eyes watered.

Even though I had so much going on with each boy introducing themselves I noticed something very important. Most of them were just being boys in their playful torturing. To them it was nothing more than having a little bit of fun. That and I’m sure there was a degree of relief that they were not the one in my position.

To others, like Cole I had the distinct feeling that it was more. They seemed to enjoy the act of domination. In a strange way I could sense that he wasn’t a bully, but there was a budding sadistic streak in him that showed itself now and then. Most importantly for me though was the recognition, yet again, of that something that separated normal people from Masters. I wondered if Cole knew this about himself. Well, if that was the case I was sure that with Troy around it wouldn’t be long until he embraced it.

The final boy had finished his introduction and torment. He was a slight boy with wavy blond hair, and despite not being the youngest kid, he was the smallest. Just as he finished he grinned down at me and then looked around at the rest of the kids. “Pile On!” he chuckled.

A moment later everyone did just that. I don’t remember seeing who plonked himself down onto my face but I can’t say I was too worried about it. Instead it felt like every inch of me was being crushed under wriggling and laughing bodies. The weight was tremendous and I found it a bit difficult to breathe. I even heard the frame of the bed creak and groan amongst the commotion.

After what seemed like an eternity they de-tangled themselves and I got some respite. When the final boy got off my face I saw it was Ryan. As I looked around the room I saw the reason that they had ended the pile on. Troy stood at the foot of my bed with Billy to one side and Troy’s slave kneeling on the other. Both he and Billy and grins plastered over their faces.

“Ok everybody. Its time for bed. And slave boy here here is going to be very busy indeed tomorrow.” Troy said in an authoritative but friendly voice. Everybody simply obeyed without complaint.

Just as Cole walked past him he turned. “Why do you call him slave-boy Troy?” Cole asked the older boy. The other boys paused to hear Troy’s answer. They were also interested.

Troy smiled. “That’s because he is a slave just like Neil here.” Then Troy let go the leash and turned to the kneeling boy. “Slave get your nightly gag!” This time Troy’s voice was hard and commanding. Neil scuttled off to where Troy’s bed was, the loose leash dangling off to one side.

Cole’s eyes widened as he looked back at me. “No way! Well if Billy doesn’t want him can I have him?”

Billy shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Troy. “Well you know I’m not into that kind of stuff like you are. Paul is doing fine as my batman, I don’t really mind if Cole wants him as a full on slave. So long as the twerp respects me, and does what I say.”

Troy smiled at Cole. “Hold your horses, he has a chain on which technically means that he belongs to someone else right now.”

“So? That was before he came here. He will probably never see whoever it is again. It was probably his dad or something and he is dead.” Cole said reasonably. He was really pushing for this.

As I lay there looking at the boys and listening to them I really wanted to shout out that my Masters were Aidan and Jordan Masters and they were alive and well. I also wanted to warn them of the dire consequences that would befall them should they try to take me away from them. But I couldn’t. From all that had happened over the last few days I didn’t know when, or if, I would see them again. It seemed more prudent to keep as low a profile as possible, and not give anything away.

“You said that you would teach me about all that stuff. And you know I want to learn how to do what you do with Neil. This is the perfect opportunity.” Cole finished off his argument.

Troy smiled indulgently at Cole. “You are right, and I will. But we need to make sure of a few things. I promise you however that once we have, he is yours. In the meantime use him like a batman, but make sure he knows who is boss.”

Cole seemed satisfied with the answer but he was plainly delighted at what Troy had said about showing me that he was boss.

Then as the rest of the boys started back to their beds Troy added. “And remember everyone. Steven here is your batman. You can treat him like one. Just remember nothing too harsh, and nothing that the staff will find out about. You guys better make use of him as much as you can, because if he is a slave after all you might loose out of some of his services”

The group agreed happily. After all Paul didn’t really do all that much for the group, and Neil did almost nothing. Troy was pretty jealous about keeping him all to himself. They then climbed into their beds and said goodnight to one another.
Billy also said goodnight and patted his buds shoulder. He didn’t give me a second glance. He then nodded at Paul, who was still standing to one side. It turned out Paul was waiting for Billy’s permission to go to bed. I would find out that a batman's service started when you woke up and only ended when you were allowed to go to bed.

Troy then walked over to the side of my bed and up to where my head was. As he did so his slave boy came back and sat down at his feet like a well-trained puppy.

With two fingers Troy reached over and gingerly retrieved Jordan’s sock. It was pushed up halfway under my pillow. He dangled it over my face for a few moments so that the tip tickled to top of my nose. I instinctively breathed in its scent. Even after all this time it was I could still smell Jordan’s scent. My chain collar was a very definite permanent mark of ownership for sure, but for me the sock was a more intimate connection to the Jordan. It carried his scent.

“It’s time you start getting used to the idea that your old life is over. Things work differently around here. The only reason I haven’t given you to Cole as a slave is because I respect the Rules. But we can’t have a slave without a Master now, right?”

What Troy was telling me didn’t make sense. I didn’t have time to dwell on this unfortunately because Troy then did something awful. He tossed Jordan’s sock over his shoulder and out of sight.

“You won’t be needing that anymore.” Troy said and then snapped his finders in his slave boy’s direction. Neil handed his Master something. When Troy brought his hand back up I saw that he was holding another sock. It looked pretty well worn and grubby.

“I’m going to be really nice to you now and help you start forget your old Master” Troy grinned and then proceeded to stuff my mouth. When it was all the way, he snapped his fingers again and Neil handed him some duct tape with which he secured my gag in place.

I had wanted to cry out in protest but I knew it was futile. I would have to endure it for now. To be sure I desperately wanted to get Jordan’s sock back. Troy’s was very fresh, if I can use that word correctly in that respect.

“Yea, it’s nice and juicy. Three soccer matches worth!” Troy chuckled and gently slapped the tape on my cheek. It’s a trick someone taught me. It should help you get used to the idea you are going to have a different Master.”

I mumbled that that was not going to happen, but Troy ignored my incoherent ramblings. He took hold of Neil’s leash and knotted it around the post of the bed next to me head. “Isn’t this nice of me?” asked Troy with a grin “Neil here can keep you company for the evening.”

Troy then proceeded to gag his slave with the other dirty sock and duct tape in the same way he had done with me. When he had finished Troy straightened up and pointed a finger at Neil’s face. “Stay!” came his command, much like one would do to a dog. Neil, though gagged seemed to woof his understanding. This made Troy grin and pat him on the head.

Troy then bade me a goodnight and walked over to the light switch near the door. He surveyed the room as though it was his own little universe, which in a way it was and flipped it off.

From where I was in bed I couldn’t see where Troy’s was but I could hear him get in and comfortable. The rest of the boys were all in various stages of falling asleep, and I heard one on the far side of the room snoring softly already.

I turned my head over and looked at Neil. I couldn’t believe that Troy would make his sleep on the floor like that just for fun. Then again, I had slept in a cage, perhaps I was judging him too harshly. I couldn’t help shake the growing feeling that if Troy really was a Master like Aidan and Jordan were then shouldn’t I obey him just the same? I blinked the thought out of mind. It must be the damned sock in my mouth. It seemed to be invading my senses, scrambling my brain or something… like the sweat in it was some sort of mind-controlling drug.

Neil looked over at me. His eyes crinkled, and although his mouth was covered I knew he was smiling at me. I wished that we could talk, or even whisper to one another. There was so much I wanted to know, and I was sure had at least some of the answers.

Without anything else to do I decided to try and get some sleep. Goodness knows that tomorrow was going to be a long day. Neil scooted around to try and make himself comfortable too.
It took some time but eventually I started to fall asleep. Only I could hear the Neil wasn’t so lucky.

I think it was that Troy had made the leash a bit too short. This meant that Neil couldn’t quite get his head down onto floor level without it pulling on his neck. Realizing this I quietly dug my head into my pillow and turned my head so that it pushed it toward the side of the bed. It took four or five goes, but on the last one a saw the pillow drop of the side of the bed and heard it softly land on top of Neil.

There was silence for a few moments and then his head popped up over the side of the bed. His eyes squinted a smile at me again and to show his appreciation he leaned over and nuzzled my right hand; which of course was still tied to the bedpost. I don’t know why I did it - perhaps because I saw Troy treat him like a dog - but I gave his hair a little bit of a scratch like I would a puppy.

Neil lowered his head and got comfortable. The pillow allowed enough elevation so that the collar and leash didn’t tug on his neck any more. I didn’t mind not having a pillow, and after that I fell sound asleep very quickly.

Morning came quickly and I was awakened by the stirring of the other boys around me. One by one they woke up and started getting ready for the day. They either ambled, still half asleep through to the bathroom or got dressed for the day. No one paid the slightest attention to either myself or Neil. Neil woke up momentarily and his head popped up over the side of my bed.
In a few more minutes Troy came walking over to us. He rubbed his sleepy eyes with one hand and scratched his crotch with the other.

“Morning slave boys, sleep well?” He yawned. Then he noticed my pillow on the floor. He looked over at me with an expression I couldn’t read. I wasn’t sure if he was annoyed that I had done it or not, but he made no mention.

As Troy bent down and untied Neil’s leash he spoke to him. “This morning I want you to show Steven there what to do. He has got basically all of your duties but has to do them for everyone. Got it?”

With Neil's gag off now I heard him speak for the first time. “Yes Master Troy.”

Troy nodded and then continued taking off all the rest of Neil’s restraints. When he was finished he told his slave to untie me so that we could get to work. With that Troy turned and left the dorm. I assumed he was going to the bathroom.

Neil set to work untying me. He started off with my ankles and once those were done he moved up and very gently peeled the tape of the sock gag off. It was only then that I realised Troy’s dirty sock was still in my mouth and I got the distinct prick of shame. I had been enjoying the taste in my mouth just as much as if it were Jordan’s. I didn’t want show it. Not even to Neil.
When the gag came off and I spat the sock out Neil leaned over and began to untie my wrists. As he did so his chest came up very close to my face. I had some very strange feelings stirring inside me at that point.

All done and freed for the first time in many hours I sat up in bed and rubbed my wrists and ankles. I was quite surprised. I had been tied very well indeed. There were no marks and the only feeling I was left with was the stiffness in my joints.

Neil and I then set to work making beds for the rest of the boys. I started on the one side of the dorm, and Neil on the other. Mostly the others just left us alone while we did the chore, but as it happened I was half way through making Cole’s bed when he got back from his morning ablutions. He had already changed but was still barefoot.

“Morning slave boy, how are you today? You ready for your first day at your new school?” Cole smiled at me. It seemed that he was being genuinely friendly but it still annoyed me that he called me his slave. I wasn’t.

I remembered. Yesterday I had been told that I would be attending a new school. The news didn’t really make that much of an impact on me. Everything over the last few days just kind of washed over me. It seemed that change for me was not that difficult to deal with. I took things pretty much in stride. Not that I had a choice.

Obviously my answer had not come quick enough. While I was bent over straightening out Cole’s pillow he stepped up behind me and cuffed the side of my head. “I asked you a question boy! I may not be your Master yet, but you are still a slave and a bat-boy. Don’t make the mistake of forgetting your place. In fact let me just remind you right now of where you fit in to the scheme of things. Get on your knees!”

Cole’s voice had a hard edge and carried over to the rest of the boys who were in the dorm. They glanced over to us.

I looked over at Cole and got to my knees in front of him quickly. I realized then that my defiance would cost me. In truth neither Aidan nor Jordan would have brooked such attitude from me. And I should have known that Masters had a sense about these things.

Thinking quickly I decided to take the initiative and bent forward and placed a kiss on the tops of each of Cole’s feet. “I’m sorry Sir, I promise I know my place. Please forgive me,” I said as I humbly kept my face close to the floor.

“Okay, I’ll let you off his time...” Cole said as he sat down on the side of his bed. “But you can get me some clean socks from my cupboard and put them on for me.”

I quickly did as he wanted me to. He then told me to do his shoes too. As I was fitting them on I felt his presence behind me before I heard Troy.

“Looks like you are keeping him busy already.” Troy laughed.

Cole chuckled. “Oh man, I love this. I can see why you get Neil to do it for you every day.”

Troy just laughed and said something about one of the many perks of being a Master. He then reminded Cole that he had to let the other kids use my services too, and that he mustn’t hog me.

I’m sure that if we had more time some of the other kids would have used me to do their shoes or other things, but as it turned out Troy told us to go and get ready ourselves.

As Neil and I were standing by the sink in the bathroom we finally got a few minutes to be able to talk to one another. With nobody else around that is.

He had been in the home for nearly a year now. The state had placed him there after his mum had disappeared one night. The police weren’t sure what had happened. Either she had been kidnapped or he had been abandoned. There was a motive for kidnapping, his mum had quite a bit of money, but it was strange that Neil was not the one taken. Still there was a hope still left for Neil. Perhaps his mum would return one day.

Neil then dropped a bombshell. He gargled after rinsing his mouth and then spat into the sink. “But you know, I was Troy’s slave long before I got here. He got me as a thirteenth birthday present.” Neil smiled to himself as he remembered, and then wiped his mouth before grinning at me.

I was just standing there, mouth open and staring. What?

Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to ask him about this incredible revelation. We heard Billy shouting that breakfast was ready and we had better get a move on.

I left the bathroom with Neil and went back into the dorm room to get dressed. As I walked in I remembered with a start that Troy had thrown Jordan’s sock away. I quickly got dressed feeling incredibly guilty that I had not remembered it sooner. How could I have neglected to find it first thing this morning? I went over to where I thought it might be but it was nowhere to be seen.

Frantically I got to my hands and knees and began searching under the beds. The third bed I looked under wasn’t any different than the last two. Just shoes and an assortment of other odds and ends normally found under boys’ beds. When I pulled my head out however I saw a pair of sneakers standing in front of me. It was Mark. I looked up from where I was. I think I expected some snarky remark or for him to want me to do something, but he did not.

“Billy sent me to get you and Neil. So hurry up.” He then looked at me questioningly for a moment before he continued. “Are you looking for that disgusting sock from last night?”

I nodded “Yes, please, do you know where it is?” I asked, hoping beyond hope.

“I’m sorry, Billy told me to throw it away. It’s gone by now too, because the rubbish has been taken,” Mark answered. He was clearly sorry that he couldn’t help. I think he knew what it was like to lose something that you cared for. I got the impression there was genuine empathy there. “Come on, you guys don’t want to be late. You are already going to have to eat fast so as not to miss the ride.”

I was incredibly disappointed, but I tried not to show it.

Neil and I hurried through and got our breakfasts. Unfortunately when we got to the kitchen we were too late. The cook tut-tutted and scolded us for being late, but we each got an apple, a banana and a pear topped off with a drinking yoghurt from the fridge. “It’s fruit salad, but not made up.” she clucked.

Together with this we were given a brown paper bag. I raised my eyebrow at Neil who told me it was school lunch.

We then had to hurry out the front door and to the awaiting van to go to school. There was yet another staff member at the door counting us off. I didn’t recognise her but like with the others she was friendly. We then bundled into an awaiting van before we set off.

I was sitting in the seat next to the window with Neil to my side. Directly in front of me was the back of Billy’s head, and next to him was Troy. I really wanted to ask Neil a thousand more questions. What he had said about being a birthday present raised all sorts of strange questions. The answers that I came up with made no sense to me whatsoever, but there was no way I could ask him now. Instead I just looked at the world go by outside the window.

Neil leaned over. “It’s about fifteen minutes to the school. Don’t worry it’s a nice place.” he said helpfully. I smiled my thanks and looked back out the window.

A few minutes later we were stopped at a traffic light when my world stopped. There in the traffic next to us was a big black SUV that I recognized, and in the passenger window was Aidan, staring back at me with a look of surprise that matched my own.

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by kkoomm » Thu Oct 17, 2013 4:29 am

Chapter 16

The SUV sped off when the light turned green and I blinked; unsure of what I had just seen. I pressed my face up to the cold glass of the window and tried to look forward at a better angle.
Vaguely I heard Neil asking me something but I really wasn’t listening. Had I just dreamed that?

A few moments later I saw the back of the SUV. It was slowing down! The car that was next to the school van turned off and this allowed the Masterson SUV to slow down even more and draw up alongside us once more. This time I saw both Aidan and Jordan staring back at me with twin grins of happiness on their faces. Over Aidan’s shoulder I saw Mrs. Masterson at the wheel. She glanced up from the road and gave me a friendly wave. I finally snapped out of my shock and waved back.

Aidan suddenly glanced down. I couldn’t see what he was doing but momentarily he looked back up and pressed a piece of paper up to the window. “ARE U OK?” I had no such piece of paper to answer him but I nodded vigorously to show him that I was. Aidan scribbled some more.

“TRYING 2 FIND U!” was the next message. My heart leapt in my chest. I was sure that the brothers hadn’t forgotten about me, but this was my confirmation.

“Holy crap, that’s Aidan Masterson!” Troy said from his seat. “What’s that he wrote on the pad?”

Billy turned his head too, he was in a better position to see, but Aidan dropped the pad and turned backwards when Jordan tapped him on the shoulder and pointed Troy out to him.

I was floored to say the least. Troy knew Aidan? Right now that didn’t matter to me. I just kept staring at my Masters in the car next to me, willing that somehow I could teleport over to them.
I could see Aidan was surprised and pleased when he recognised Troy. He scribbled something quickly and planted the pad of paper up to the window once more. “STEVEN MINE!!!”

I don’t know how to describe to you what those two words did for me when I saw them. So much of the fear and uncertainty of the past few days seemed to just vanish into thin air.
Jordan had gotten hold of his own pad and had scrawled his own message. “MEET AT BREAK”
Once again my heart leapt in my chest. I was going to see them at break! That couldn’t be more than a few hours away! Only then did I realise that the message wasn’t really meant for me because out of the corner of my eye I saw Troy nodding and mouthing “OK”.

The van had stopped momentarily at another set of lights with the SUV right beside it. Mrs Masterson was doing a great job keeping it level, but now the traffic behind them was getting impatient and hooters began to blow. She could not keep level with us anymore and had to speed up and leave us. Just as she did so Aidan held up a last message that was for me and not Troy. It was a picture of a heart.

It took every ounce of my self-control not to burst into tears. But I steeled myself against it. I didn’t want to cry in front of all the boys in the van. Besides, I was overjoyed! I would be seeing my two Masters very soon!

Troy turned in his seat and looked back at me. “It all makes sense now.”

Suddenly I realised that Troy probably had many of the answers to the questions that I desperately wanted to know. I leaned forward in my seat and clutched the back of the seat in front of me. “When is recess? When do I get to see them? Are we at the same school?” I babbled of a string of almost incoherent questions at him.

Troy’s face hardened instantly. He reached back over the seat and clipped the side of my head.
“Don’t forget your place boy!” Troy hissed. It was loud enough for me to hear, but not the kids in the forward seats or the driver. “I’m a Master in the same way that Aidan and Jordan are. Slaves like you don’t ever speak to us like that!” Troy took a breath and calmed himself down a bit. It helped a lot. I would find out that Troy had a really short fuse. “I know you are excited, and I can understand why. I’ll let it go. Just this once. And so you know, Aidan and his brother go to St Sylvans, its not far from our school, but we will see them at break”

I shrank back into my seat next to Neil and lowered my eyes. “Thank you Sir, and I am sorry, it’s that I...” I said humbly.

Troy waved his hand to stop me talking. “I said it was OK. We will be at school in a few minutes, we will talk there.” With that Troy turned to face the front once more.

Billy leaned over and whispered something in his ear which made Troy smile.

Next to me Neil leaned over. “Is Aidan Masterson really your Master?”

I turned to him with a grin “Yes, well actually both him and Jordan are.”

Neil’s eyes lit up and he looked at me with an expression that was both happy and envious. “You lucky bastard.” He smiled and ribbed me with his elbow. I really wanted to ask him a thousand questions, but it would have to wait. Cole was sitting on the other side of Neil and he was giving him the news.

It was only another five minutes till we arrived at my new school, but I couldn’t sit still. When we all bundled out of the car I looked around at the surroundings. It looked pretty much like a normal school would. Lots of kids walking to and fro, and many more being dropped off. The school must easily have been two or three times the size of my last one.

One thing I did notice within the first minute was that us, I mean the kids from the orphanage, were treated differently. Other kids actually made an effort to walk a wide berth around us.
Troy snapped his fingers to get my attention. I quickly made my way over to him. At this point I was only too happy to obey any order he gave me. He had many of the answers that I really wanted to know. “Neil here will take you to the admin offices. They will assign you a home room.” Troy said. Both Neil and I nodded.

“Now listen really carefully. In case you are not in the same class as Neil, when first break comes I want you to meet me by the big tree on the far side of the main field. You can’t miss it. From there we will sneak out and go and see Aidan.” Troy smiled at me.

“Yes Sir!” I said, the excitement in my voice made it a little louder than it should have been.

Troy wagged his finger in my face. “Not so loud. Not in public. When other people can hear you call me Troy. And you act normally around me, just with a lot of respect. Jeez didn’t Aidan give you any basic training?”

I shook my head in the negative and answered more quietly “I’m sorry, no. Well, he didn’t have time to. He literally put the collar on me the night before I came to the home.”

I was surprised that I was giving Troy this information. Especially since I had told myself that the less he knew the better.

Troy looked at me for a few moments, an enigmatic little smile played over his lips. Then Billy called him. Troy dismissed Neil and I with a wave of the hand and walked off.

Only now did I notice that during talking to Troy the other kids from the home had dispersed into the school. I did spot Cole over to one side. He and a boy I didn’t know were deep I discussion and by his body language betrayed that he was very unhappy about something. Just as I was about to leave with Neil I saw Cole frown and point me out to his friend. At that point I did not want to think about any implications that that might have. I was having the best day since my father died and nothing could spoil it for me.

Neil and I went to the school offices. There I was registered and issued with a pack of books and some stationary. The secretary in charge of admissions made some calls to my old school and then told me that I would be placed in Neil’s class. This was more great news. She told him to show me around and then ended by welcoming me and saying that if I had any problems that I should come and talk about it.

As we left the office Neil offered to carry some of my books.

“It Okay, but thanks for the offer,” I answered gratefully.

“Force of habit I guess” Neil said as he blushed slightly. “I guess I don’t feel quite right if I’m not doing some type of service, whatever it may be.”

I was just beginning to know what he really meant by that, so I offered some to him and he gratefully accepted.

“You know, this is actually a really good school. Probably the second best one in the province. It’s certainly the best public school.”

I was surprised by this. I mean how often do you get a bunch of orphans going to a really good school? Neil smiled when he saw my confusion. “You can thank me for that” he said and puffed his chest out proudly. My confusion deepened and it showed. Neil giggled mischievously. “I’ll tell you about it a bit later. But here is our home room. Mr. Duffy is the teacher, and he’s pretty cool.”

I nodded and we headed into the door.

I won’t go into the boring details of what those fist classes were like. They were normal. School is pretty much school wherever it may be. There were one or two things that I did notice however. Just like outside, the other kids pretty much ignored us, well Neil and myself. It wasn’t that they were unfriendly, they just pretended that we weren’t there. Of course there were a few boys that my inbuilt bully detector sounded an alarm at, and I made a mental note not to get in their way.

At last we were in the period before break, and at last the bell rang. Soon I would see Aidan and Jordan. I rushed out the class and then only remembered that I had no idea where I was going, so I had to wait for Neil. He ambled out the class with a sly smile on his face. “Sorry, it’s just that I never have this kind of power...” He stated as walked past me to take the lead. I gave him a suitably stern look to which he responded. “Come on, this way...”

We walked through a maze of corridors and ended up outside the back of the school. There were all sorts of amenities. Far more than what my previous school had. At a glance I could see a soccer pitch, an athletics venue and about five tennis courts. None of these held any interest for me however. My eyes were immediately drawn to the far end of the athletics field where the enormous oak tree stood in all its splendour.

Neil and I hurried over with me in the lead. When we arrived I was happy to see Troy there already. I was a little surprised that Billy was not with him, but was also somewhat relieved.
Troy pointed his finger at me and then down at the ground in front of him. His message was clear. I walked over and stood directly in front of him with my head bowed looking at his shoes.
“Now listen. We are going off school property. You know what that means if we are caught. Are you sure you want to go and see Aidan?” Troy asked.

What a question! Instead of just nodding and telling Troy yes, my body took over. My knees hit the dirt and I looked up into his somewhat surprised face. ( I don’t think he expected me to make such an obsequious display to him in public ) “Please Sir, Yes!” I answered with all my conviction.

Satisfied, Troy nodded and turned. With Neil and myself following, he led us through the hole in the bottom of the chain link fence and out onto the street. Well, not the street so much as a passage of back alleys.

It took about five minutes of negotiation until we rounded a corner and found ourselves in a park. Troy silently led on into the park without so much as a backward glance. Eventually we came upon a secluded spot within a thicket of dense trees. Aidan and Jordan stood there. In the clearing, the sun shining down on them, they looked just like a scene from a movie.

All of a sudden everything hit me. And by everything, I mean everything. Me, my dad, my life, my future, my past, Aidan and Jordan, why had this happened, what was going to happen... EVERYTHING! My knees went weak and despite my best efforts I couldn’t move. Aidan did. As soon as he saw me he bounded over.

In that moment there was no slave and Master, there was no rich and poor, there was nothing except the embrace. He wrapped me in his arms and I folded myself into him. With my face buried in his neck I realised just how much I missed even his smell. Together with everything else one more revelation dawned on me.

I was in love.

After what seemed like both forever and an instant Aidan took hold of my shoulders and drew himself back. “Steven, I am so sorry about your dad. About everything” Aidan said.

Having got some of my senses back I was able to reply. “Thank you Aidan, umm I mean Sir”
Aidan looked deep into my eyes and his look of concern was replaced with his usual playful smile.

“So you are okay? Has Troy been looking after you? Jeez you won’t believe how much I have missed you over the past few days. Both me and Jordan. When you didn’t show up we went over to your house and nobody was there. Luckily the sheriff came by and he told us what happened. My gosh I am so sorry...” Aidan said again. His usually unreadable face was now an open book.

I couldn’t help myself, even though I knew that as a slave I shouldn’t, I hugged him again.
“Thank you Sir, I’m okay.”

Aidan squeezed me tight and then I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hey you two, let me have a go!” Jordan complained.

Aidan stepped back and Jordan took his place in front of me. In that moment I expected him to tell me to get to my knees in front on him, but he didn’t. Instead he gave me a hug too.

“I missed you too. Don’t you dare think that Aidan was the only one!” Jordan grinned. Then with a roll of the eyes “You won’t believe what he has been like over the last few days.”

We all stood there for a few more moments before I happily got to my knees before the Masterson brothers. I then bent down and kissed their shoes. When I returned to my knees both Aidan and Jordan were smiling. Aidan reached out his hand and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently playing along the skin.

“I thought he belonged to someone. He’s got our chain on his neck. I didn’t know he was yours though. There are no tags.” Troy said from behind me.

Aidan shifted his attention from me “Yea, we just started his training. We hadn’t even gotten to day one in fact. You haven’t been harsh on him have you? I’ll kick your ass if you have!”

Troy chuckled and patted Aidan shoulder in a conciliatory manner “Don’t worry he is fine. And by the way I have to say, from what I have seen you have a keeper here. He seems to be perfect.”

There were a few logs in the clearing surrounding a disused fireplace and we made our way over to them. Aidan and Jordan took a seat one log while Troy took his seat on another. I went over and knelt in front of the Masterson brothers while Neil did the same in front of Troy.

“So what’s going to happen now?” asked Troy.

“Well first off I need you to look after Steven. But I want you to treat him like I would treat him. I still think you are too harsh on your slave.” Aidan replied.

From where I was kneeling I could see Neil bristle at Aidan’s words. He obviously disagreed.

Troy laughed again. “Don’t worry he is in good hands. But I’m not sure how much longer I will be around. It looks like my uncle is going to adopt me. He lives pretty close to you, so that’s cool, but I know for a fact that he is after my money.”

Troy also was from a wealthy family? This was more news to me.

“Is he going to take Neil too?” Asked Aidan

“Yep. That’s why I know for a fact that he is after the money. He hates kids and wouldn’t hear of it. When he found out that Neil stood to inherit money his mind changed really quickly. Hey, I could get him to take Steven too if you want. I could just say that I wouldn’t go with him unless Steven came too. I know he would agree.”

I know that my attention should have been on the conversation at hand but it wasn’t. I was in heaven here on my knees in front of Aidan and Jordan. Aidan reached out with his hand and cupped the back of my head, playing with the hair on the nape of my neck. I wished that somehow the moment wound stretch out into eternity. That’s how happy I felt.

“I don’t know” Aidan answered Troy. “You know what I think about your uncle.”

Troy waved off Aidan’s concerns “I know, I know. But still, I don’t think he had anything to to with my parents or Neil’s mom disappearing. Come on, that kind of stuff only happens in movies.”

Aidan wasn’t convinced. “Thanks for the offer, but I have my own plans. If they don’t work out then can I take you up on the offer?”

Troy gave Aidan a grin. “Sure, that’s what cousins are for after all.”

Aidan smiled at Troy in return. “I might have a surprise for you and Neil, but I don’t want to say anything until I am sure... everything was going according to plan until Stevens dad, well, you know...”

The five of us spent another fifteen minutes there in the clearing. Mostly Aidan and Troy did the talking. As I have said, my attention really wasn’t on what they were saying.

All too soon we had to leave. I was embraced by both Jordan and Aidan. Jordan also patted Neil’s head like he would a friendly dog. When Aidan did so Neil positively wiggled.

We would meet here again tomorrow.

Between now and then however a whole lot would happen.