Seven's New Life

Chapter 6

A Mother’s Gift

Peter sat alone in a small room of the state auction house. He had been processed and taken here instead of the main holding with the others. He wondered if he had something wrong.

Being here hadn’t been part of the plan but his now ex-boyfriend had taken him here telling him that someone like him was better off there. Their relationship had left Peter believing he was some kind of messed up freak and was better off being a slave.

While moping in his thoughts a man dressed in a suit entered the room. “Hello there, you must be Peter.” The man said pulling up a chair and sitting in front of the boy on the ground.

Peter looks up at the man “You don't look like the others are you with the auction house?”

The man laughs “No I'm not. I'm one of the clients, but I also know some of the staff and when they saw you enter with that man and your application they call me up.”

Peter looks at the man confused. “Why would they do that?”

The man reached down and picked up the boy and held him like a small child. “Because they know I have asked to be told when special boys come to the auction house.”

Peter blushes about being held like this but doesn't protest. “What do you mean?” he asks.

“I have a large estate and want to make it a playground for all the kinks I enjoy as well as the boys I want to fill my house. All I ask in exchange is they call me master and help maintain our home. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?” the man asks.

Peter’s face drops a little “But I’m a freak. You wouldn't want someone let me.”

The man sighs and puts Peter down on the ground and leaves the room. Peter lowers his head and begins to cry when the door opens again. This time the man is carrying a large bag with him and sets it down. He kneels down in front of Peter and pulls out a small teddy bear and hands it to Peter before wiping his eyes. “Don’t cry little one.” the man says softly before helping the boy lay down.

“What are you doing?” Peter asks looking down between his legs to see the man digging in the bag for something.

“I told you, the staff told me about you. So I came prepared.” the man says pulling out a diaper and some powder. Seeing this Peter turns red. “Hey, now. No need to be embarrassed in front of me. The first rule to be my sub is there is no kink shaming. Understand?” he asks. Peter nods. “No, use your big boy words.”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.” Peter smiles, Master smiles back as he skillfully powders Peter and then diapers him.

“There you go, now I know your name is Peter. But that is your old life and now you are mine, my first boy. In fact, I like that I think your new name will be One. How do you like the sound of that?” Master asks.

One looks at his new master a bit confused “You really don't think I'm a freak?” he asks.

Master smiles and kisses One on the forehead “Of course not, you are just a very special boy.” he stands up and carries One out of the room.

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Several weeks passed and One slowly got accustomed to his new home. Master let him pick any job he wanted. Being partial to gardening, One became the groundskeeper and spent most of the day tending to the gardens.

Master hadn't ordered any modifications for One before leaving the auction house but did have One drink special milk with his meals that were always prepared like a toddler’s precut and in smile faces or shaped like animals. It wasn't long until he noticed that the milk seem to increase his cock and balls size and also made him more horny.

Additionally, One was allowed to customize his room how he liked it. Master told him he could have it any way he liked. So a large crib was brought in for the bed, there was a rocking chair, plenty of stuffed animals, coloring books, and other toys both like what really little boys would have and other adult toys themed to be more childish.

Since One was the only boy around the house Master made sure all his needs were tended to. But also kept an eye on the auction house hoping one day to find brothers for One. Yet Master always felt that something was bothering One.

One day while they were eating breakfast, Master noticed One had hardly touched his food. “Little one, you feeling alright?” he asks the boy who is still in his soiled diaper from the night before.

“I’ll be fine Master, please don't worry.” One gives him a soft smile.

Master frowns “Now, One you know I want you to be honest with me always. So tell me what's the matter?”

One sniffles thinking about what's been bothering him. “I know it's silly, but I miss my teddy.”

“Well, I'm sure you just left him in your room. I'll go get him.” Master smiles.

“No, not that teddy.” One tells him. “I love all the toys you got me, Master. But the teddy I want is still at my father’s…” he says looking down.

Master puts his hand on One’s “Tell me what the teddy looks like and I can get you one just like it.”

One shakes his head. “No that won't do.” he cries.

Master is slightly taken aback by this reaction he was starting to feel there was something more than just a teddy that One was upset about. “Okay One, tell me what is really bothering you. It seems it's more than just the teddy.”

“I-it’s just the teddy is from my mom. It's the last thing she got me before she died.” One explained. “After she was gone and my father found out I was gay. He kicked me out of the house. And shortly after that, the person I thought loved me…” he trails off but Master didn't need to hear anymore. He picked up One without saying a word and took him to his room and placed him on the changing table.

One expected Master to just wipe him clean and send him off to do his chores but instead. Master placed him in a fresh diaper and then got out the big boy outfit he kept for One when he needed his help out in public. Master helped One get dressed as the boy looked at him confused. “Aren’t I going to do my chores today?” He asks.

Master smiles “No, not today. Today I think we are going to go out. But first I need to prepare a few things and make some calls. Tell me One, what was your mother’s favorite flower?”

One was now more puzzled. “Tulips, Master. Why?”

“No, reason,” Master says putting One on the ground. “Now, just play for a little bit and when I'm done getting ready we will head out.” He smiles and leaves One on his own.

One plays with a toy truck trying to distract himself from what Master was planning. He wanted to know more but knew that his Master would only reveal things on his own schedule. It was something that kept One on his toes as he never knew when something would change.

It wasn't long before Master returned. “Okay, One it's time to go.” He smiles and takes the young man’s hand leading him down to the car. He helps One into the backseat, doing his seatbelt for him and giving him a tablet loaded with his favorite games and cartoons. Master also gave him a sippy cup as well as several baggies of snacks. Normally, on outings, One was allowed one snack. But since he had hardly touched his food Master made an exception. Besides this, the only other thing in the backseat with One was the large diaper bag.

With One ready to go Master gets into the driver seat and they drive off. The trip is long and One dozes off. He only wakes up when the car stops. Rubbing his eyes he looks around and sees they are at his father’s house. “Master, what are we…?”

Master ignores the question. “One, did you want to come with me? You don't have to if you don't want to.” he says, looking at the boy through the rearview mirror.

“I-I would like to stay in the car Master. But please don’t go, he might hurt you.” One says, fear in his voice.

“Don’t worry, little one. I'll be alright.” Master reassures him as he gets out of the car.

When Master arrives at the door, he knocks and waits until a man with a beer belly in a wife beater answers the door. “Who the fuck are you?” the man asks.

“Hello sir, my name is Henry. You don't know me but I know your son. And he tells me that he left something very precious to him. I was hoping to get it for him.” Master says with a smile on his face.

The man at the door looks past Henry into the car parked on the street and sees One looking at the two men with concern. “That fag is too much of a coward to face me himself? He has to send one of his Johns to talk to me?” he scoffs.

Henry’s eye twitches at this “Are you saying your son is whore?”

“I don't have a son anymore.” The man says. “Now get your faggot ass off my property.” he goes to close the door but Henry grabs it stopping him.

“I’ll ask again nicely sir. You have something that is very important to Peter. Now please hand it over.” Henry says through gritted teeth.

“And I said get the fuck off my property!” the man says straining to try and close the door.

Hearing this Master pulls harder swinging the door open once again and stepping inside. He then slaps the man who is already surprised by Master’s strength across the face. “You act all rough but you are the one who should be ashamed of yourself. Your wife got sick and you spent your money on booze over her treatments. Then when she died instead of being there for your son who was grieving the loss of his mother. You went out and left him alone. And to top it all off when you found out he enjoyed the company of others of the same sex you kicked him out! The last of your family! You drove him into the arms of a man that sold him to the state auction house! Did you know that?! Did you know that your son isn't even considered a legal person anyone?!” Henry yells, his blood about to boil.

The man falls back as he is yelled at, everything being said is true. He had been a terrible husband and then a terrible father. But to hear what happened to his son after he left home. He was conflicted. His son was gay, and that was something he couldn't abide by. But it had never crossed his mind that his son would be sold into slavery, at least not by anyone other than him. “W-what you mean? If that were true then where is my money? I am his family for voluntary enslavement the family is meant to get part of the sale!”

Henry looked down at the man in disgust. “Unfortunately for you, the man that sold your son put down that he was disowned. So he got the money.” He started to kick the man. “But a man like you isn't worthy of the money I spent on that boy!” He kicked the man several times until he was bruised and bleeding. Master knelt down “You are lucky I don't take your ass to the auction house myself. Someone else might have sold your son. But you broke him down to the point that he agreed to such a thing.” He gets up and starts to look around, eventually, he finds a room that he could tell was Peter’s. There were video games, and books on a shelf, dirty clothes on the floor. The teddy was easy to find, it was left on the unmade bed. He picked up the bear but before he left the room, he looked around a bit more to see what he could find. Under the bed, he found a box that had a few things that Peter would have used to pretend to be a little in secret. A pacifier, a few toys that were not for a boy his age, and a well-used blanket. Seeing the blanket was older than the other items in the box and probably closer to if not older than the bear he took it with him.

On his way out of the house, the man was groaning on the floor in pain. Henry looks down at him “Get your life together, Peter, and your wife will never be a part of it. But there is more to life than what is at the bottom of a bottle. I'll come back in a year’s time if you are still in this state. I have friends that would like an older slave. They can whip you back into something useful.” And with that, he left.

One was unable to see everything that had transpired inside the house, but his eyes widened when he saw Master coming back out with not only his teddy but his old blanky as well. Master got back in the car and gave the items to the boy. “Here you go little one, now we should get going I want to take you one more place today before the auction starts.” Seeing a concerned look on One’s face he smiles. “Don’t worry little one, you aren't going to be sold. I was planning to go anyway but since you are with me today you will also attend. There just isn't time to take you home after our next stop I'm afraid.” He says as he starts the car.

They drive only for about fifteen minutes when they turn into a cemetery. Seeing this One’s eyes start to fill with tears. He now knows what they are doing here. “Master,” he says sniffling a bit.

“It’s okay little one. I'm going with you don't worry.” Master says as he parks the car. “I can tell by how much you love that teddy she meant a great deal to you. And she raised a boy that is very precious to me, so I would like to pay my respects.” He says as he picks up a bouquet of tulips, he had picked earlier from the garden. Master then helps One out of the car and hands him the flowers to hold while taking his other hand and together they walk to a tombstone.

They spend a while in silence and One lays the flowers down on the grave. “Did you want to have a few minutes alone with her?” Master asks. One nods and Master squeezes his shoulder “I'll be right over there. Take your time.”

As Master walks away One looks down at the headstone holding back tears as he speaks. “I am okay now Mom. I found someone, and I really like them. They take really good care of me. I think you would have really liked him. He reminds me a lot of you, and how kind and caring you were. Even when you were sad or in pain. I'm sorry, I couldn't be there for you more. I'm sorry for everything Dad did back then. I hope knowing I am happy that you will be able to be at peace…. Happy Mother's Day Mom.” One wipes his tears and makes his way back towards the man he loved, the man that he would do anything for. His Master.

“Ready?” Master asks.

“Yes Master, thank you for today.” One says with a smile.

Master smiles back at him. “I told you when I took you home. I wanted you to be happy. You know, I had a very special connection with my mom as well. Mother's Day has always been important to me because of it. Whenever you need to, we can come back here.” He places his hand on One’s back leading him back to the car. “Now, I was told there is a boy up for auction today that is a pup. Do you want a puppy to play with little one?”

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Message from the author:

Hi Everyone,

I know this chapter isn't the spiciest, but I had the idea for One’s backstory and felt that he was perfect as a holiday special. I might in the future write more holiday specials for the other boys as well. Perhaps I can do a side story of One’s/Peter’s father as well? Please let me know if you liked this kind of story and want more holiday ones (some will definitely have spice in them).

- EPJ