In the service of Father Micheal

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially about organized religion, incest and non-consensual slavery.  Note, that even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery.  Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.

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Chapter 3

DAY TWO

I woke up in bed with Master holding me in his strong arms.  I smile loving the feeling and warmth of Master’s body spooning me.  I think he is still asleep.   So, I relax, smiling at how nice this is.  I mean this is the first time I am with another man in a bed.   I have dreamt so many nights wondering what it would be like waking up in the arms of a strong dominant man.  NOW! It is happening.  I stare out the round windows open to the community below.  I notice there are no curtains to cover the windows.  I guess in a community of nudists privacy is not important.   

As I watch naked men and slaves starting their day, I think back to what happened last night.  Oh my God, I got fucked for the first time!  Not just fucked but fucked by a man who I know as my God and savior.  Master saved me from the prison of living with my parents. He has shown me that I am his servant.  At some point, I even started worshiping him as a God. Not like the so-called God my parents believe in.  No, this was deeper than I have ever felt for anyone or any otherworldly being.  It was the happiest I have ever felt. I have never felt anything like it in my life.  Is that what love is?  If so, I want to go back there, to be fucked and worship Master at the same time.  All his commands made complete sense and still do.  My dick grows as I remember my first wonderful fuck! 

I feel Master’s cock start to grow again!   The long shaft is pressing against the crack of my hole.  I move my ass up a little so the head of Master’s cock is pushing at my hole.  Master moans in his sleep and pulls me closer to him, forcing his cock deep into my hole.  This causes me to moan a little too.  That wonderful feeling of being full is back!  I feel at home in a strange but comforting way.   Then slowly, Master starts fucking me.  I am not sure if he is awake or having a wet dream about fucking his slave.  Yet, I hear him moan more as he fucks my hole slowly and deeply.  

Master grabs me tighter and whispers “Good morning, boy.  Mumm, it is nice to have a warm hole to wake up to.” 

I moan out, “Oh God, Thank you, Master!”

My body shivers involuntarily with excitement. WOW! Pleasing Master makes my body shiver!  Yet, not in a bad way but a glorious shiver of extreme pleasure that ripples throughout my body. 

“Does my boy like pleasing its Master?

“Oh… Yes… Master. It loves pleasing you so much, Master.”

My body shivers in intense pleasure.  Master speeds up his fucking, causing more shivers throughout my body.  Each shiver is like a wave of pleasure causing my body to shake all over.    

“Your Master can tell how much its boy loves me, your Owner, Master, and God!”

Master is right the waves of pleasure hit me over and over reinforcing my love for my Master. 

“My cock has the power to give my boy the love it needs, it craves, it longs for.”

“Yes, Master, it loves your cock.  Please, Master, let me pleasure your cock forever!”

“Yes, boy.  It will forever please and love its Master.”

“OH, MASTER, THANK YOU!,” I moan out louder. 

I hear noises in the kitchen but I could care less at the moment.  All that matters is pleasing my Master's wonderful cock deep in my hole.    

Master rotates so he’s now on top of me.  His full weight pins me to the bed.  Then he starts to fuck me harder and faster.  This new position allows his cock to be driven deeper.  Master grabs me around the chest and fucks me deeper than last night.  His mouth is right next to my ear and I can hear his breathing getting heavier as he uses my hole.  

“Squeeze boy.  Squeeze that hole.  Make it tight for your Master.”

I try squeezing my hole as tightly as I can, hoping it pleases him! 

Master moans in response, “Yes boy, that's it.  Make that hole even tighter!”

I squeeze it as hard as I can. 

Master’s breathing becomes faster, feeling his cock use my hole for one purpose to give him the pleasure he deserves.  I moan with each deep hard fuck.  Master holds me even tighter in his powerful arms.  All I can do is squeeze my hole as tightly as I can and ride out his primal need!   

The rougher Master fucks me, the more I love it.  I feel Master's strong arms binding me to him.  It makes me feel so good, so secure, so Owned!   It’s impossible for me to break free from his control.  Not that I would ever want that.  I want to feel his strong arms holding me tighter.  Last night, my mind accepted Master’s ownership of me.  Now my body is accepting it as well.  It’s like a wall that I was holding up has broken away, freeing me from the shackles of my parents and my old life.  I feel so safe now.  No longer scared of what my future will become.  All I know is I want Master to hold me and fuck me forever!     

At that moment, Master pushes his cock as deep as he can in my hole and grabs me as tight as he can.  I can’t breathe, as I feel my hole once again being filled with Master’s wonderful Godly nectar!

At the same time, my caged dick pulses and then explodes. It’s unlike any orgasm I have ever had. My dick isn't even hard, yet, I shoot a load anyways. It's not as powerful as when I'm hard but just as satisfying anyway.  

Master lays on me a little bit then rolls over so I'm now lying on his massive chest. 

Just then the houseboy from before comes in with some coffee for Master. He sits it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then he kneels beside the bed, looking down at the floor. 

He speaks like a positioner in our church would do when praying to God "OH! Holy Master, how can your humble servant serve you today."

Master looks down at my caged dick and sees what I have done. Suddenly, I get scared that I have failed my MASTER, the man I know is a God!  Master tightens his arms, holding me to his chest. 

"Yes, clean up your fellow servant's milkings."

The houseboy quickly crawls into the bed and starts licking a hole at the bottom of my cage where cum is dripping out of it. The cage covers both my dick and balls so the hole in the cage must be where my piss comes out.  Yet, I now know that is where my cum will eventually drip out too once I'm milked as Master calls it.  I never imagined being milked!  I feel like an animal being milked, with no control over when or where it happens. Yet, I will happily be milked as often as possible just to feel my God's cock deep inside me. 

After cleaning up the cum drip from my cage, he licks up the cum that has soiled the sheets. When he is finished he dutifully kneels beside the bed again. DAM! He’s so obedient.  In a way, I admire him and am a bit jealous that he gets to be able to serve Master so much.  I wonder how much I will be allowed to serve Master. 

Master releases me from his grip and lifts me off his half-hard cock and spins me around so I'm kneeling between his two massive legs. 

He lifts my chin and stares into my eyes, "Now clean up my cock. I know you want it.  Go on lick up what you crave so much!"

Master releases my chin and I look down at his massive cock. Yes! It is covered in holy nectar. I lick my lips and stick out my tongue then lean forward so some of the nectar still dripping out of his beautiful cock sticks to my tongue.  It's so sweet and delicious!  It’s like candy.  I tasted my cum before but this is so much better. I understand why the houseboy refers to Master in such a holy way.  I have to have more of the nectar!  I grab the huge cock.  DAM! It’s so huge that my fingers can't even wrap around it.  I milk more nectar out of it knowing I must worship this GODLY COCK! 

I open my mouth, licking the cum as I milk the holy cock.  FUCK! It tastes so delicious. I lick up and down the shaft cleaning up more of the delicious nectar.  I feel my cock trying to get hard in its cage as I worship my Master, my GOD!  

As I have done to myself many times, I press my finger to the spot just below the balls, move my fingers between his balls and up to the head of his cock, like I'm milky him. I’m rewarded with more GODLY nectar.  I quickly lick the head clean.  Then I do it again, milking my Master of all his delicious nectar. 

Master smiles down at me approvally.  His smile fills me with some much warmth and love!  There is nothing I will not do to please him.  

“Good! My precious servant.  You love my holy cum don’t you?”

I moan, “OH YES! MASTER!  IT’S SO DELICIOUS!”

“I’m glad you enjoy it.  My servant will be able to worship me more in the future.  Would you like that, boy?”

Moaning more, “OH GOD, YES! MASTER.  I WOULD LOVE TO WORSHIP YOU AND MILK YOU OF YOUR GODLY NECTAR AGAIN AND AGAIN.   I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MASTER!  THANK YOU!”

Master rubs my head, sending warmth of pleasure throughout my body. 

“Such a special boy you are.  I love how quickly you see the truth of who I am and what you are to me.  You will be my devoted servant forever and ever!   You want to obey me in all things no matter how hard it might be for you.  You will devote your being to me, mind and body forever and ever.  I’m now your Master, God, and Owner.   You’re my PROPERTY to do with as I choose.  As my property, you cannot deny me anything." 

I stare up at him as he explains what my life will be like for the rest of my life.  Master is so confident in what I am to him that I believe him.   Plus, I love him and will do anything to please him.  I know this is where I belong.  

As he continues to rub my head and I smile up at him with my tongue still licking the head of his massive cock.  I love the feeling of the hard mushroom head as I run my tongue around it, circling it completely.  As he explains what I am, I nod my head up and down, confirming he’s correct on everything.    
 
“Good boy. I knew you were special the moment I saw you.  Now, be a good obedient boy and help my houseboy serve me breakfast.”

Look up at him not wanting to leave his cock.

“Go on, be a good boy. My cock will be here when you get back.”

I let his beautiful cock out of my mouth, “Yes Master, Thank you!”

Then I quickly jump off the bed as the houseboy gets up and walks out of the bedroom. I already miss Master’s cock.  The image of his beautiful cock is still in the back of my mind.  In my mind. I can see every detail even the blood vessels popping out of the sides.  It sits in the back of my mind as a constant reminder of the power Master has over me.  I will do anything to taste his sweet delicious nectar again!   

The image stays with me as I follow behind the houseboy.  I notice the boy is slim with a nice bubble butt like me.  He is hairless.  When he looks back at me with a smile I don’t even see eyebrows.  It is a little strange seeing someone without eyebrows.  I think he must have gone through the same hair removal process as me.  Do I look just as strange?  Even without eyebrows, he is still gorgeous.  He has a boy next door look.  He is a little older than me but still has a boyish look, especially with no hair.      

When we get to the kitchen he already has everything ready to cook Master’s breakfast.  We do not have time to chat as he orders me to start cutting up fruit, as he cooks up some eggs and ham. Everything looks very fresh.  So, I assume it is all from the community.  Master did say the community is self-sufficient.  I guess if you want to keep a secret nudist community of slave boys then being self-sufficient is a good thing.  It will help keep prying eyes out.  

Once the breakfast is done, I help the houseboy place the food on a serving tray.  He shows me how to carry the tray and stays close beside me to make sure I do not drop anything.  I can see the fear on his face as I carry the tray to our Master.  I wonder what would happen if I ended up dropping the tray of food.  The fear on the boy’s face tells me that I don’t want to know.  So, I make an extra effort to hold the tray securely in my hands.  

Master smiles at us as we enter his bedroom.  

“That smells wonderful, my boys.”

We both say, “Thank you, Master,” at the same time. 

The houseboy indicates that I should place the tray on Master’s lap. When I approach the bed, Master is already sitting up.  So, I carefully place the tray on top of his lap.  The houseboy picks up a napkin and places it on his arm.  He just stands there looking at Master with the same awe I have.  Not, knowing what to do, I just stand there with my hands behind my back.  I feel the air conditioning brushing across my naked legs and arms reminding me how naked I feel without hair.   I start to get goosebumps all over my body.  Without hair, I feel all the air currents in the room.  It is a strange sensation.  It’s another reminder of how much my life is changing.   

The houseboy sees that Master’s coffee is low and has me go get a fresh cup.  So, I quickly rush out of the room to the kitchen.  I’m not familiar with the setup so it takes me a minute to find a coffee cup and then fill the coffee.  Plus, I’m not sure how Master likes his coffee.  So, I find some creamer and sugar and place it on a small tray with the coffee cup.  I quickly start to rush back to the bedroom but remember the fear on the boy’s face and slow down so I won’t spill the coffee. 

When I get in the room, Master looks a little annoyed.   I see why because his coffee is empty.  I hold out the tray as the houseboy comes to my rescue.  He quickly makes the coffee how Master likes it, a touch of cream, no sugar.   I watch him closely making sure I make it right next time.  

My parents made me help at the church meetings.  So, I know how to make coffee and help out in the kitchen.  At the time, I hated helping the grown-ups.  The church meetings were boring.  However, now I am thankful.  If I didn’t bring the cream then Master would have to wait even longer than he did for his coffee.   

After the coffee is served and I put the tray back in the kitchen then return to the bedroom, Master motions me over to him.  As I walk up to him, he picks up a cane. Suddenly, fear shoots through me and I stop!  Why did he pick that up?  Some of the fathers at our church used canes on some of the real bad boys who got into too much trouble.  It looks really painful.  

“Boy, come closer.”

I move closer until I’m close enough for him to grab my wrist.  He pulls me to the bed and orders me to turn around. 

I turn, fearing what is about to happen.  

“Boy, you were late getting my coffee.  Do you think it’s acceptable to keep your Master waiting?”

I squeak out in fear, “No, Master.”

Now starting to shake in fear, Master asks, “What should I do to make sure you never keep me waiting ever again!”

Now I'm almost crying, “Punish me, Master.”

“OK, I think punishment might work.  How should my servant be punished?”

Now shaking and crying in fear, knowing what he wants me to say, “With the cane, Master.  Please punish me with the cane.”

I cannot believe I’m begging Master to hit me with a cane.  Yet, I know this is what Master wants and I have to please him.  I know I deserve this for not pleasing him.  

“Then bend over and grab your ankles.”

I bend over, grabbing my ankles tightly. The houseboy moves me so that Master has a good angle to hit me.  He pushes down on my hips, holding me in position. I’m grateful because I fear I might fall over from shaking so much.  I’m terrified of what is about to happen!

Master rubs the cane across my ass, and I jump in surprise.  The houseboy holds me tighter so I cannot move much.  I feel the cane lift and I close my eyes. 

The cane hits me then a second or two later I feel so much pain, I scream out, “FUCK!!!”  

“Scream all you want, boy. This is what you deserve!”

Master then hits me again. 

“OH, FUCK,” I scream again! 

I try to jump up in response but the houseboy keeps me in place. I have never felt anything so painful in my life!   I’m thankful for the houseboy’s support because I think I might have fallen to the ground if it wasn't for him.  

I scream again as another hit lands on my ass.  My eyes now tear up.  By the third hit, I’m crying.  Master hits me three more times resulting in a constant stream of tears running down my face.          

I didn’t even realize that Master stopped due to the burning pain in my ass and feeling light-headed. 

“That should teach you to be on time whenever your services are required.”

The houseboy whispers in my ear bringing me back to earth, “Thank our Master.”

Sniffling and holding back more tears, “Thank you… Master.”

The houseboy whispers more directions, “Tell our Master you’re sorry and thank him for punishing you.”

Still trying to hold back tears, I add, “Sorry… Master… for keeping you waiting… OH GOD! I’m so sorry Master!  Thank you for punishing me.”

I flinch when I feel a warm hand on my sore ass.  With blurry vision, I look over my shoulder to see Master smiling at me and rubbing my ass.  He traces the outline of the welts perfectly parallel across my ass.  I groan as a new dull ache follows his fingers.  

Master laughs, “This should remind my servant to be quick at its tasks, not only for me but for all Men of our community.”

Still bent over, I look into Master’s eyes, nodding and feeling so remorseful, “Yes Master, I will be quick for all my tasks and try to please you.”

Master repeats, “And, all the Men of our community?”

Finally, the tears stop and I can talk clearly, “Yes, Master, I will do all my tasks as quickly as I can to please all the Men of our community.”

“Good boy.  You may stand and wait until I’m finished with my meal.”

The houseboy lets go of my back and I stand up then face the man who just caused me the most intense pain of my young life.  Yet, I’m thankful for the punishment and for teaching me to please him properly.   

I realize through all that, my dick tried to get hard.  Now the spikes are pressing onto my dick causing a constant dull sharp sting in my dick.   With my hands behind my back, I tried to will my dick to go down.  Yet, it’s useless as I stare at the beautiful man before me.  I can’t help to lick my lips as I watch my magnificent Master eat his breakfast.  His face is perfect as a model or better yet an angel!  Once in a while, he glances at me and smiles.  Fuck! The smile only causes my dick to try to get hard again.  I stare at him with awe!  Not only does his face have perfect cheekbones and deep dark eyes that keep me focused on him, but his whole body is musculature and toned as an Olympic athlete or a Greek God!   His is perfect! A God among Men!  I feel so lucky to be able to serve this great Man!

When Master finishes his breakfast, I help the houseboy bring the empty plates to the kitchen.  Next, he directs me to go back to our Master’s bedroom, kneel beside the bed and wait for Master while he cleans up the kitchen. 

I smile at him and thank him for his help earlier and his directions now.  

“It's our duty to help our fellow servants and teach new ones to serve our Master properly.  Now, go before you get punished again!”

With that motivation, I run back to the bedroom and kneel beside the bed.  

Master ignores me as he reads and types on a tablet.  So, I just kneel with my head down and my hands behind my back, waiting. I'm thankful for the blush soft carpet on my knees.  

I hear Master moving, then his feet are in my field of view.  He is now sitting on the side of the bed.  I'm so close I can smell him, especially with his cock in my face. I have to hold back an urge to lick it.  I so want to taste his godly nectar again. I lick my lips hoping to be allowed to suck out more necter. 

Master rubs my head and laughs. 

"Boy, you will get plenty soon enough. But right now I need a shower. Come!"

Master gets up and I start to stand up. 

"No boy, crawl after me."

So, I crawl after Master to the bathroom connected to his bedroom. When we get into the bathroom, it's huge, twice as big as my room/cell in the lower levels.  Master walks up to a shower stall with multiple shower heads. The stall can hold at least 4 people easily! 

Master looks down at me.

"Boy, get the shower ready for me.  I like my water temperature at 99 degrees."

"Yes, Master. " 

I crawl into the shower and up at a screen embedded into the wall. It's like the one in my cell. I quickly see a large plus and minus button. So, I hold down the plus button until it reaches 99 degrees. Next to the plus button is an ON button. I press it and I'm hit with cold water causing me to yelp in surprise. Master looks at me with a frown, so I press my mouth shut. Luckily the water heats up quickly. 

Master looks down at me expectantly. It takes me a second to understand what he means.

Then it clicks, "Master, the shower is ready for you." 

Master walks into the shower and stands under the hot water. 

"Well, boy what are you waiting for?"

Oh, Shit! Master wants me to wash him. 

I look around the shower and see a soap dispenser on the wall next to where Master is standing. I quickly crawl to it and pump some onto my hands. Like in the public bathroom, it’s an automatic dispenser.  I start rubbing my hands on Master's body, loving the feeling of his strong muscular body. I wash his big feet first.  Then, I work my way up his strong muscular calves.  I can tell Master keeps himself in shape.  I work farther up his right thigh, feeling they are just as muscular as his calves.  I do not think there is an ounce of fat on my Master.  This only makes me want him more!  When I reach his cock and balls, I have to once again fight the urge to lick them. 

So, to distract me, I move to his other leg.  I look up to see Master has his eyes closed with a slight smile on his face.  I must be doing a good job which makes me feel proud of myself.  I need to keep focused on my task so after finishing his leg, I work on his beautiful round hard ass.  Fuck! It is just as solid as the rest of him.  I even work on his hole, cleaning it with some soap, and then have another urge to push my tongue into it.  This time I give in to my urges and press my face into his hole, hoping this will please him.  I hear Master moan some and his hole relaxes, allowing my tongue to go deeper.  The more he moans, the more I want to lick deeper.  I grab both ass cheeks and pull them apart to get better access to his hole.  Fuck! It tastes bitter sweet.  Master pushes back towards me and I know he wants more of me inside him.  So, push my tongue even deeper, ignoring the stress on my tongue, not used to this type of service.  Yet, my discomfort is secondary to my Master’s pleasure.  Like the discomfort to my knees which hurt at first but now I don’t even notice the pain.  I’m realizing that focusing on Master’s pleasure relieves my pain from kneeling on the hard tile floor. 

I work on Master’s hole for a bit before he pushes my head away and I continue working my way up to his back with the soap.  I again admire his back and wide shoulders.  Master does have some good genes.  

I work my way down his strong arms and around to his shoulders, tracing my fingers across to feel his massive chest.  I’m in awe of his perfect form of the male body.  I run my fingers back and forth across his six-pack abs.  I can see why all the boys of this community worship him as a GOD!  

Finally, I reach his magnificent cock that changed my life forever.  I soap up my hand and stroke it as I kneel in front of my GOD!  I can feel it growing in my hands, admiring features close up once again! 

I use my other hand to soap up his massive balls that hold the nectar that I crave so much!  I marvel that they can produce something delicious.  I stroke him faster hoping those balls will fill up again and honor me with the nectar I need!  

YES! I feel his balls starting to swell knowing he is producing the nectar that I can’t live without.  I stroke his massive cock as I have to use both my small hands to get a proper hold on it.   I open my mouth, aiming my GOD’s cock direct at it.  I hear Master breathing harder and moaning as I watch his balls tighten up, ready to feed me the nectar of the GODS!  Soon, the white creaming nectar blasts into my mouth, filling it up to my lips.  I so want to catch all of it and not waste the precious white nectar.  Fearing my mouth might not hold all of it, I wrap my lips around the head and swallow!  I look up to see Master’s head back, moaning loudly!  I’m so happy I could make him feel so good. 

I continue to swallow more nectar as it continues to fill my mouth nonstop.  There had to be at least 10 shots that filled my mouth.  Not only is his body a masterpiece of perfection but so are his balls to produce that much nectar, especially after fucking me so much last night and this morning!   

When Master recovers he looks down at me with a smile.   

“So, hungry, aren’t you, my boy!”

I nod my head up and down with the cockhead still tightly between my lips. I milk every last drop of the nectar from his cock.  His hard cock feels so right in my hands.  This is where I belong, worship my Master.  I vow to dedicate my life to the service of my Master until the day I die!  I have to have his nectar.  Once you taste it you would be just like me!   I can only imagine that all the boys are just as addicted to his nectar as I am.  What I didn’t know was that my addiction started last night when I ate the cum from the feeder in my cell.  It was Master’s cum that has special addictive properties.   Even if I did know that I wouldn’t have cared.  It doesn’t change the fact that I now crave my Master’s nectar for as long as I live. 

Master rinses off and then steps out of the shower. 

“Boy, quickly clean up and then come dry your Master.”

I have to force myself to come out of my addictive hase and softly say, “Yes, Master!”

Then soap up my body quickly and then rinse off.  I crawl out of the shower as Master is drip drying at the sink while he brushes his teeth.  I grab a warm towel from a towel rack and crawl behind him.  He ignores me as I dry his feet and work my way up his back and shoulders.  He continues to brush his teeth as he turns around, allowing me to dry his front side.  I dry his free arm. When I’m done with that arm, he swaps the toothbrush with it so I can dry his other arm.  So, drops of water fall to his chest so I wipe it dry again.  I walk around him to make sure he is completely dry.   I don’t want to fuck up and feel the cane again!  When I think I got everything I drop the towel into a laundry shoot. 

Master orders, “Hands and knees.”

Master then sits on the toilet and points between his legs, spreading them wide for me.  

I get between his legs on my hands and knees. 

“OPEN!”

The command makes me respond instantly!  

Master grabs his cock and points it to my mouth.  I think I might get more nectar.  So, I crawl forward putting the head of his cock in my mouth.  

“CLOSE TIGHTLY!”

I do as commanded.

Immediately, I am hit with hot piss that I didn’t expect.  I have to swallow quickly to keep up.  Once again, I fear of fucking up so I focus only on swallowing the golden nectar as fast as possible. 

“MILK ME,” Master commands. 

So, I grab his half-hard cock and milk every last drop of the golden nectar.  Master finishes taking a dump then I hear water spraying.  Curiously, I look into the toilet to see a water jet cleaning Master’s asshole.     

Master points to a hand towel as he stands and turns around.  I get the message and grab the towel, wiping his ass dry.  DAM! I have a longing to lick his ass again.  Yet, just as I was about to lean forward, Master turns back around and walks out of the bathroom. 

“Brush your teeth and meet me at the elevator.  Under the sink is a toothbrush my houseboy uses.”

I whisper, “Yes, Master,” as he leaves without looking back.

I open the door under the sink to see a metal cup with a toothbrush sticking out of it.  I’m nervous and grossed out about using someone else's toothbrush but I have my orders.  I hope the houseboy is okay with it.  I guess he has to be since Master ordered me to use it. 

I find another cup that says organic toothpaste.  I guess they make their own toothpaste.  I guess that makes sense being a self-sustaining community.  

There is another cup on the counter with the same organic toothpaste.  I pick it up and smell it.  It smells minty.   I smell the house slaves toothpaste and it smells earthy like it is homemade.  I guess they add mint to Master’s toothpaste.  Again it makes sense he gets the better-smelling stuff. 

I quickly brushtooth.  It is grainy so I guess the stuff should work OK.  Master must want his slaves to be healthy.  That gives me some reassurance that I should get good healthcare.  I wonder if there is a doctor on site to care for us. 

After brushing, I wipe my face with the hand towel that I use to wipe Master’s ass since it's the only towel left to use.  I don’t think Master would want me to use a new towel without his permission. The memory of being caned comes back to me.  So, get on all fours, rush out of the bathroom, and down the hall to the elevators.  I don’t see Master at first so I kneel facing the elevators.  Instinctively, I place my hands behind my back.  It just seems like the right thing to do. 

I hear movement in the kitchen then footsteps heading toward me.  I feel a large hand on my head, rubbing it a couple of times.  I realize it must be Master.  I love his touch, smiling to myself.  He steps beside me and clips a leash to my collar.  

“COME!”

Master says with a commanding voice.  Remembering what Master said about crawling, I crawl after him into the elevator.

Once again, I kneel with my hands behind me as the elevator descends.  I wonder where Master is taking me.

The elevator opens to a foyer with a marble floor leading to an outside glass door.  I see people walking by except they are all naked and all men.  My caged dick tries to get hard as I realize Master is going to take me out for a walk.  It will be the first time others who are not slaves will see me in public.  Even though it excites me, I’m also nervous as hell!  Before, I can think about it more, Master walks forward tugging at my leash.  I have no choice but to crawl after him.  

“STAND!”

Once again he uses a commanding voice that makes me move almost without thinking about it.  

“NOW! Always stand to my right and just behind me slightly.  I want to be able to see you out of the corner of my eye. Yet, behind me to show your status!”
 
I whisper, “Yes, Master.”

“LOUDER!  DON’T BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU ARE!”

I raise my voice and it echoes in the hallway, “YES, MASTER!”

“BETTER!  Now let's show you off to the community.  Everyone is going to enjoy seeing my latest acquisition.”

Acquisition?  It's like he is showing off his latest property to the neighbors.  I guess he is in a way.  He says I’m his property now. I even admitted as much to him and myself. Why wouldn't Master want to show off what he owns, me? 

With that thought, I lift my head and smile as I follow Master out the door. 

The sun is bright so I'm partly blinded so have to trust Master as he leads me to the sidewalk. When my eyes clear up I see strong naked men walking towards the town center.  They walk with confidence same as I see in Master.  Some are holding hands affectionately. Others are single. They make my legs weak and have the urge to kneel in front of them. Oh shit! They're all dominant men like my Master. 

Behind them are beautiful boys on leashes. They are collared and their dicks - balls are caged like me. The boys follow their dominant man like it's the most natural thing in the world. Seeing everyone up close, I realize this is a community of naked Masters and slaves. 

The dominant men are of all ages. While, the submissives are all young, 18 or older but no more than upper 20s at the most.  

What set the dominants most apart from the slaves is the slave's complete lack of hair. Like me, they are hairless, not even eyebrows. They must all have to go through the same treatment as me. Even without the collar and cage, there is no mistaking who is who. I guess that's the point. Plus, it makes us look younger too. That also must be the point of removing our hair. These dominant men must like young slaves.  If I was them I guess I would too. Who wouldn't want a young slave to own?  All the slaves are holding empty bags. I wonder why. 

As we stand watching them pass. They all acknowledge Master by calling him 'Father'.  It doesn't surprise me since he is a father of the church in this community. Yet, when each slave passes they all stare at Master's cock and lick their lips. Are they all in love with Master too? 

One dominant stops and chats with Master. The slave with the Dom kneels beside his man. Yet, his eyes never leave Master's cock. I know that look, it's the same look the houseboy has when he sees Master. I laugh to myself, I must have the same look when I'm up close to his cock.  

His scent is intoxicating, especially his cock. To my surprise, Master snaps his fingers and points between his legs. Without much thought, I quickly kneel in front of him. Soon the other slave with the Dom is beside me. Master places his huge hands on each of our heads and pulls us to him. We stick out our tongues and lick each side of Master’s growing cock. Our tongues touch each other so we savor each other and Master at the same time. All I care about is pleasing my Master. I feel the same is true for the other slave. I have no idea who this boy is but we have one thing in common, we are in love with Master's cock. We both want his nectar because we fight over lick the percum leaking out of the head. This slave is just as addicted to Master's nectar as I am. Are all the slaves in this community addicted to Master's cum?  Has Master fucked them all? I'm starting to understand the power Master has in this community. By controlling the hearts of the slaves he controls all Doms as well. Them calling him 'Father' is more than just a title. It's a form of respect. 

Master pulls us off his cock before we can make him give us what we so want. I hear a sigh come from the other slave. So I know he is just as disappointed as I am. 

Master and the Dom start walking towards the town center, pulling the other slave and me alone with them. 

I stare at the naked backside of the Doms before us. Both are strong handsome men with an air of confidence I saw in any man before. Is it because they own us or because they can be free to be who they are meant to be, Alphas of the world they live in?  Maybe both, since without us would they be the Alphas they are now?   I'm happy they have us to satisfy their Alpha needs. 

As we walk, I glance over at the slave next to me. He is watching our Doms in the same way I am.  Then I remembered what Master told me before we left the house. So, I quickly change my position so I'm to his right side and behind him but close enough so he can see me.  I lick my lips as now can see his huge cock swinging back and forth. I get rewarded with the head of his cock passing his right thigh. Fuck it’s so beautiful!

My poor dick tries to get hard in its prison but it’s impossible.  Master has taken complete control of me and I don’t care as long as I can service his magnificent cock! 

We soon reach the town center.  It’s busy with men shopping with a slave or two behind them.   I now see that these slave boys are no longer carrying empty bags.  They are carrying the items that their Man are purchasing.  Master says goodbye to the man he was walking with and enters a shop.  The shop owner quickly comes out from behind the counter to greet Master. 

“OH! Father.  It’s so good to see you again today.  Is there anything I can help you with?”

I can tell, from the tone of his voice that he wants to please Master.  Master ignores the man and continues to walk around the shop.  I follow close behind him.   Everything in the shop is homemade.  Master stops at a table of wooden paddles.  They are beautiful and can tell someone took their time to make them.  At first, I don’t understand why someone would make a paddle so beautiful for a kitchen.  That's until Master picks one up and before I know it, my ass stings.  

I jump in surprise and yelp, “OH FUCK!”

“SHUT UP, BOY!  Don’t disrespect this kind Sir with such vulgar language.”  

 “Yes, Mas.. I mean Father.”

At the last second, I remember everyone calls Master, Father in public.  Master smiles at me but then hits me three more times on the ass hard.  It is still sore from the caning earlier so I bit my lower lip to stay quiet.    

“Sir, these are very nice.   They look like a newer style?”

“Yes, Father.  My son makes them.  He designs and makes this newer style.  He says they are stronger than the ones I make.”

“Well, It doesn’t hurt to have some father and son competition, is it?”

“No, Father.  He’s becoming just as good or better than his old man.  I taught him everything know about corporate punishment instruments.”

Despite the pain in my ass, I glance around the shop to see lots of instruments of would cause great pain to my body.   Suddenly, I’m scared of what else Master might pick up and test on me.  Master sets the paddle down and walks over to another table of single tail whips!  I watch in fear as Master picks up a short three-foot-long whip.   

He lets go of my leash and orders, “Turn around boy.”

Nervously, I turn around.  I’m so scared.  I've seen guys getting whipped in porn but know they are faking.  Yet, I realize that this is real and I’m about to be whipped for the first time in my life. 

I suddenly jump as I feel the air move behind me then a loud crack.  I realized that Master didn't actually hit me.  I relax someone thinking that Master was just testing out the whip.  Now less fear when I feel the air, move behind me and then a loud crack.  Yet, this time, what comes after the crack, causes me to scream as loud as I can.  
    
Master was practicing just so he could hit the proper spot on my back.  Master swings the whip four more times, causing me to scream as my whole back stings.  Then all at once a rush of pleasure hits me. I feel lightheaded the same way I felt after being caned.  The rest of the day, I feel happy as the stinging in my back turns to a dull ake.  I now understand what I read online about something called “Sub Space”.   Master then picks up a cane and uses it down the back side of my legs, causing me to bend them as the pain runs down each leg.   Yet, this time it don’t seem to hurt as bad as it did this morning.  All day I’m left with a permanent smile on my face. By the end of the day, I want Master to hit me again!   I’m so messed up but I have to adjust to my new life.  If getting high from a whipping is the price then so be it!  I’m just happy that ‘Sub Space’ exists for me or I might not enjoy my enslavement! 

Master leaves the shop with me carrying more instruments of wonderful torture.  I’m now proud to carry Master’s purchases for him.  At some level, I can’t wait for Master to use them on me again!   I glance down at the bag and smile.  

Master goes into a few more shops but doesn’t buy anything else.  I do notice that no currency has exchanged.  However, there is something on all the Men’s wrists.  They somehow use it every time they buy something.  It must be the way they pay for things.  

I also noticed that all the manual labor in the shops are done by young slave boys.  I wonder what happens to the boys when they get older.  

At the end of “Main Street” is a farmers market.  More men are selling their fresh produce.  Each man has a slave boy or two attending their booths.   The men take care of the sales while the slaves keep the stock on the tables full.  They also gather whatever the buyers want to purchase.  Whenever Master picks something up one of these slave boys hands me a basket for Master put the things he wants in it.  I carry out in front of me as Master places fresh vegetables in the basket.  When Master is finished with his purchases, one of the slave boys tending the booth, bags the produce and hands a bag to me.  By the time we are done shopping at the farmers market, my hands are full of heavy bags that I have to carry.  Instead of going back where we came from, Master takes a different route.  We pass by the outskirts of the town center.  Along the route, we pass fields that have some of the produce I’m carrying.  I then notice the slaves in the fields are older, 30 years or older.   OH SHIT!  That is what I have to look forward to when I no longer look young for the Doms to use in their shops in town or I assume to take to their beds.  I guess I should not complain about my current conditions and savor my youth while I can.  Well, at least I have some time before I'm used for hard manual labor.  I need to make the most out of being young.  To me, it seems like a long way off.

As we leave the town center the road becomes dirt with fields on either side of us.   We are alone now except for seeing some slaves off in the fields. 

Without looking back Master starts explaining more about this place and its history. 

"Boy, my great great grandfather homesteaded the land. It's been in our family for generations. We used to have multiple generations working the land.  Originally, we never owned slaves and the family worked the land. We distrusted outsiders so only grew enough food for our family group. However, the 1800’s pandemics hit our family hard.  Whipped out all of our females. So, out of necessity, the males agreed to satisfy each other's needs.  However, we need more manpower to work the land. Yet, my ancestors started to enjoy men a lot more than females.  Like any society of just men, a hierarchy was formed. Some males were the natural Alphas and some were naturally submissive.  The submissives become servants to the Alphas. Age didn't determine who would become Alphas or servants.  No, we let nature take its course. The males were given a choice to either become an Alpha or a servant.  They were tested to make sure that their natural tendency for domination or submission was true.  So, my family has long known that there are two types of people in the world, Alphas or submissives."

WOW! His whole family become a family of gay men, literally!  Not only gay but Dominants and submissives.  

"That is when the church tried to reform us of our 'so-called' devilish ways. However, they failed and gave up and approached us with a proposal. We needed men to work the land and they needed food for their church.  They will give us young healthy men that they can't reform for their devilish ways. However, these men can never be seen again.  In that case, my family told the church they only wanted submissive males who are sexually attracted to strong dominant men. The church agreed and that is how you became my property. In fact, all the servants are my property since I'm the leader of my family.  They all worship me as their savior."

Master stops and turns to me. 

"I saved you from the prison of your parents' ownership of you.  Since you're a submissive, you have always been a servant all your life. There was no changing that!" 

Master smirks at me knowingly. I know he is right. Under my parent's control, it felt like a prison.  More so than other teens since I'm gay and my family would hate me if I came out to them.  I had to hide my true self.   

"You see my boy, I saved you from that prison. You're now free to be who you are meant to be.  Do you have any questions?"

"Master, I have so many questions. The first one that comes to mind is why am I addicted to your cum?  I can't stop thinking about your gorgeous cock and milking it of your delicious nectar."

Master laughs. It's a deep laugh that causes shivers to run down my spine, making me feel even more inferior and stupid for asking the question. 

He grabs my face in both hands. 

"Boy, you make me laugh because you're the first to realize my cum is the nectar of the GODS. My seed is special. You drank it before you first worshiped me in person."

I yell out, "The feeding tube!" 

I realize in my excitement, I yelled at my Master so I look at him with shame. 

"It's OK, my boy. We are alone and I love how smart you are. You are a quick learner. That will serve me well. Yes, the feeding tube is mixed with my Family's cum / nectar.  The Alphas of my family have drank water from a special spring that enhances our cum.  It makes submissives more subservient to us.  As my boy so astutely observed, it's addictive.  It's one of the reasons for keeping the land in our family. Can you imagine what would happen if the people got ahold of this knowledge?"

My eyes open wide.  A bad person could create a synthetic version and create an army of devoted slaves.  I laugh to myself that is what Master is doing.  Yet, it is not as bad as making over half of the people in the world, slaves.  If the location of the spring got out, it would be the end of free will for all submissives of the world. 

Then I realized that there are hundreds of slaves in his community, "Master, how do you get so much nectar to feed all of your servants?"

"Well, at first I fuck each servant I acquire from the church. Since the nectar as you call it, comes from the source it causes a deep addiction to the submissive.  After that, only takes a little bit to keep my servants to be addicted to me."

"But, Master, at the end of my feeding I swear I tasted a lot of nectar."

"You're a smart one, aren’t you? Yes, towards the end of your first feeding. you're were consuming 100 percent of my nectar.  It made you really for your induction to me, as your savior." 

I nod my understanding. All the whispers as he fucked me was training to worship him as my God and Owner.  I smile, it worked too!  He is my savior. 

"Master, why are you telling me all this? Aren't you afraid I might escape and tell the world what you are doing here?" 

Master laughs deeply again. 

"My boy, do you want to escape?" 

"OH NO, MASTER," surprised how determined I said it. 

"That's why. You're already my devoted servant. You will worship me as your Owner, Master, and GOD for the rest of your life. You will never escape because my beautiful boy, you will never want to. You're mine now and you know it."

I look into my Master's eyes and know he is right. 

"Besides, remember that the collar you wear has a global esim chip. I can find you anywhere in the world. I am telling you this because you're smart and I need smart devoted servants to be by my side for the next phase in my Family's future.  We are going into the export business."

Master trances his hands alone with my collar and his other hand on caged dick and balls.  I wonder what he is going to be exporting. 

"Now, as is my Family's long-standing tradition, I'm about to introduce my latest property to my family.  You have done well so far.  Make your Master proud to own you, my boy."

Master turns and pulls me down a driveway to a very large and old log home.  I realize this must be the homestead of the property that his family settled so many years ago. 

When we reach the long stone porch, a younger man comes out of the house.  He looks like a younger version of Master. 

"Father, I see you have a new boy."

I smile at the younger man and have an urge to kneel in front of him.  Master presses on my back and pushes me forward. 
 
I stubble I little since my knees are giving out. I fall on my hands and knees. Then crawl to the younger man's naked feet. The closer I get, the more powerful the urge to suck his cock and get the nectar I so desperately need.  Yet, I hold off, afraid of going too far. So, I do the next best thing and kiss his feet, left then right.  I then look up to stare at his cock, seeing delicious nectar leaking out of the head. 

"Father, I was just fucking my slave. So, your new boy must have some good control."

I lick my lips wanting so badly to lick the nectar.  I can smell it and I fight the urge so much!  I want to show this man I'm just as special as Master claims I am. Then it hits me. This young man must be Master's son.  Once again, calling his dad 'Father' has a double meaning. 

Then I hear someone else on the porch. A young man comes out from behind the son on all fours. His face, except for no hair and a slave collar, looks identical to the beautiful son I'm kneeling in front of.  They must be identical twins.   Oh Shit. One son enslaved the other. Master did say that is how his family dynamic works. Yet, seeing it in person is a bit of a shock! Except, imagining the twins fucking each other kind of hot!  

The Alpha son rubs his slave brother's head and smiles down at me. 

"Dad, he is beautiful just the way we like them.  He will make a good addition to our family's harem."

"Son, as you well know, we don't use those words. He is our servant and is our worshiper, not our harem of slaves. We must keep up appearances if outsiders ever show up at our gates. Now stop torturing the poor boy and give him what he needs." 

Exasperated, the Alpha son replies, "Yes… Father. Dam! You’re no fun! Although, they are our slaves and you know it."

With that, the Alpha son grabs my head and guides me to his beautiful cock. I open wide and stick out my tongue. I lick the head clean of the wonderful nectar left over from fucking his brother.  DAM!  It's just as good as his father's.  I love this family! 

I clean his cock, tasting the ass juices of his brother.  Yet, I don’t care because the leftover nectar tastes so good!  I use my mouth to milk his cock clean of as much of the nectar as possible!  

The son pats me on the head then grabs my collar, pulling me off his cock. 

Looking down at me, “Good boy!  Does my cum taste good?”

Feel so wonderful, I blurt out, “OH GOD, YES SIR!”

He laughs!  “Dad this one is special as you said.”

“Yes Son, he is.  Let's go inside.  We have something to discuss.”

“Yes Dad, We do.”

Master grabs my leash once again and pulls me into the large log home.  When we get inside, we enter a large living room with multiple areas for sitting.  This is the biggest livingroom I have ever seen.  Master moves a recliner, pulling me between his legs as he sits.  He pulls my head into him, pressing my face into his balls.

“Lick”

I quickly start licking as I hear his sons sit down in what I assume is the recliner next to us. Then sounds of licking matching my own can be heard.   Fuck!  The thought of one son licking the balls of the other gets me excited.  That only makes me want to taste my Master's balls more.  Maybe stimulating his ball will reward me with his nectar. 

“Son, how are the improvements to the collars coming along?”

“The first production collars are coming off the line now.  The slaves can make 10 collars a week.  I will have them ready for shipment to Master Frank this week.”

“Son, you are positive that the collars will administer the antidote if we send commands to the collars.”

“Yes… for the hundredth time!   The collars are ready to administer the antidote anytime you command them to.”

“OK, Sorry, I trust you.  It is just important that this works or the whole world could be at stake.  If the special water gets into the wrong hands we need a backup plan.  The collars and the antidote are our backup plan.  That is the only reason I agreed to produce the collars for Master Frank.  He is a powerful man and is determined to make voluntary slavery legal across the country and eventually the world.  As you know, a smart company could find out why the water makes our cum so addictive and increases the submissions in our servants. The antidote will remove the addictions to our cum and return the subs to their natural submissiveness.”      

“Yes… Dad…. I have heard this a hundred times.  We have gone through all the test trials and the collars work.”  

“OK! Then send them out with your most loyal servants.  Master Frank wants 5 collars ASAP and another 5 collars.  He will be enslaving his first family this week.”

WOW! Even in my semi-foggy state from the son’s nectar, I understood the implications of what Master is saying. Who is this Master Frank and why does he want to legalize voluntary slavery?  

This interaction with father and son has gotten both men excited.  Master is fully hard now.  I glance at his son, he too is hard.   Master grabs my collar, pulling me up and onto his massive cock.   Master doesn’t waste any time, forcing his cock deep into my throat.  Next to us, I hear sucking sounds coming from his sons.  The submissive twin must be sucking his Alpha brother like I am.   

Master uses me hard, driving my head up and down so fast that I can’t breathe.   He growls as he fucks my throat without mercy.   Just before I’m about to pass out, he dumps a massive load directly into my stomach.   He lets go of my head and I quickly pull up to breathe.   Some of his nectar gets on my tongue as I pull up.  Even in my state, I still love the delicious nectar.  Master is right!  His family’s nectar is powerful.  If it got into the wrong hands it would be disastrous.     

As soon as I catch my breath to feel the dizziness subside, I dive back onto his cock so I can taste the nectar I love so much.  I grab his cock and milk every last drop.  It comes out in a stream now and I love it!   

I look to see Master’s eyes closed, enjoying my mouth.  So, I lick his cock until it goes almost soft.  I have never seen his cock go completely soft.  I am not sure if it is the special water or his genes but this man’s cock is always ready to fuck!

After Master recovers, I continue to hold my mouth onto his cock.  I never want to let go. As I’m licking, a blast of piss is forced into my mouth.  I quickly close it tightly and swallow as fast as I can. I should have expected this.  I have to piss right after shooting too.  I swallow what seems like gallons of the warm yellow nectar.  Now the cum in my stomach starts to take its effects as it seems to go directly into my bloodstream. I sense of peace comes over me.  This is so wonderful.  

“Dad, I know since he has had so much of your cum you will need to keep him as your personal slave.”

Smiling, “Yes, Son. I know.  That is why I brought him here.”

“So, I assume he knows about the special water and has heard everything we said.”

“Yes, He knows.  I’m keeping him as my personal slave, replacing Victor.”

“Oh sorry about that.  I needed a test subject that is so hooked on your cum, like Victor was, to prove the antidote works.”

“I know, Son.  I miss him but sacrifices had to be made.  The world’s submissives are at stake.  It was my idea to use him.”

“Dad, I placed him with Andrew and Guss.  They are taking good care of him.  He is a natural submissive after all.  He is just back to being what he was born as.  A slave will always be a slave, with or without our cum to help them along.”

"Good!  They will take good care of him.  Also, I’m proud of you, Son.  I know it has been hard to make the antidote and the sacrifices we had to do for our family.”

“Dad, my younger brother is still happy without my cum.  Rusty is still devoted to me.  He just doesn't worship me like he used to.  Yes, that is sad but we have to adjust.  He is now helping me with the next generation of devices.  Rusty is smart and now has more time to do the research he loves.  We couldn’t have made the collar’s delivery system without him.  So, giving him the antidote was for the best.  I do miss his constant devotion to me.  However, I have my twin to take up the slack.  Right, my boy?”

The submissive twin looks up into his Alpha brother’s eyes, “Yes, Master.  I will do my best to serve you with all my heart.   I love you so much, Master”

The submissive twin then continues to suck his Alpha brother.  The look on his face is the same as mine.   He is just as much of a slave to this brother as I am to my Master.  

“See Dad all is well.  You don’t have to worry about me.”

Just then a huge man enters the house.  He is a giant of a man, 6ft 5inch tall with a massive frame and muscles that match the frame!   Behind him are two even larger men on leashes.  All three men could be bodybuilders in another world outside this community.   It’s clear that one is the Master and the other two are slaves considering they are locked in heavy-duty collars that must weigh a lot!  Like me their dick and balls are locked away, most likely never to be free.  After staring at them I see they must be twins.  The slaves look older than the Master by at least 20 years but it is hard to tell being hairless.   

Master calls out, “Nephew!  You look pumped.”

The nephew smiles brightly, “Uncle, HELL YES.  We just worked the land.  My slaves plowed several acres for next year’s crop.  I had to give them some encouragement.”

He pats a wipe coiled up on his hip.  A shiver of fear runs down my spine imagining what a whip like that would feel like.  The twin slaves look like beasts of burned and I have no doubt they could pull a plow easily.   Between the two of them, they could easily overpower their Master.  Yet, seeing the look on their faces I know they are hooked on their Master’s nectar just like me. 

“Excellent, so you like having my older brothers as your servants?”

WTF! Now I see the resemblance to Master.  Without hair, all of the family slaves were more alike to each other than their family.  Similar to the way the military shaves all the hears of their soldiers' hair off.  It makes the soldier realize they are owned by the military.  I assume this is the same mind control that the military uses. 

“Hell Yeah!  They are hard workers.  Thanks for giving them to me for my birthday.  They are my prized hard labor slaves.  All of the other slaves want to be like them.  I’m proud to own hard-working animals like them.”

The nephew is talking about his Uncles like they are working farm animals.  Fuck that is exactly what they are.  I have a feeling that is going to be my future someday if I don’t perform as the best personal slave to my Master. 

I watch as the nephew points to a space across from the chairs that my Master and his son are sitting in.  Quickly, the twin slaves crawl into the empty space and face away from each other.  Then they move their asses so they are touching.  I watch in awe as the Nephew climbs on top of the twins, aiming his massive cock at the slave’s hole who is facing us.  In one swift motion, the Nephew enters the slave.  The other slave then raises up so his arms on his thighs so they are supporting his upper body.  The nephew then leans back, resting on the slave's back.  They just formed a chair out of their bodies for their Master to sit on and fuck at the same time!   If I hadn’t seen it, I would never have believed something like that would be possible.  All three look like a work of art.  

Master asks, “So, how are the fields coming along?”

“For most of the fields, the harvest is almost done.  Each of the Masters are working their slaves hard to complete the harvest for our winter stock and export to the churches.  I tested out the land with my slaves today.  They plowed one of the smaller fields from last year and the dirt looks black and rich with nurturance from the composted.”

He laughs, “You should have seen my slaves when they were done.  The legs were black with wonderful topsoil.  I had to spray them down extra hard in the barn to get all the topsoil off.”

I look at the back of the slave bent over facing us.  His back is scarred with whip marks.  It looks like it was bleeding some.  I can also see some older healed whip marks.  I realize these slaves have been whipped a lot over the years.   This family takes enslaving their own seriously!  I don’t think I could handle a whip like these beasts get.    
    
All the while, the nephew is talking shop, he is fucking his slave in front of his Uncle and cousins.  It’s like sex in front of other family members is normal.  Then I remember sucking Master on the sidewalk in front of others walking by like it was an everyday occurrence.  I have to assume it is. 

The nephew comments, “It was Rusty’s idea to use the slave’s compost for the fields.”
  
“That's good news.  Yes, Rusty is a smart servant.  He was my favorite but now has a greater purpose, serving our community with his brains instead of just his body.” 

I look up to see Master staring off into space like his remembering something.  Then his cock starts to grow again.  He must be remembering a time with his son Rusty.  Did Master also, have Rusty as a slave as some point in his life?   Did he give Rusty to his Alpha twins son like he did with his brothers to the Nephew? 

Master comes out of his daydream and looks down at me with a smile, “Turn around, boy.”

I quickly turn and Master grabs my hips.  He pulls me to him, aiming his cock at my hole.  Just like his nephew, Master shoves his cock deep into my hole in one swift pull of my hips.   I had no time to adjust!  This causes me to yelp in pain and surprise.  Fuck! Once again I feel so full.  Yet, I love the feeling especially that it’s Master’s cock inside me, not that I have had any other cock in me.  Master took my virgin hole and I’m so happy it was him! 

I'm now face to face with one of the older twin slaves. He looks me in the eyes as Master begins to fuck me. 

Master orders in his deep commanding voice, "KISS!" 

It's like we are on autopilot, we kiss. It's a sensual loving kiss. Unlike the dominating kiss from Master, this is tender and caring. We share our tongues as I would imagine lovers would. Like lovers we are equals in our status as slaves.  I moan from the massive cock deep in me, loving my Master using me. Yet, at the same time having a deep connection with another slave who is also moaning in pleasure from his Master's cock.  Besides my Master, I never felt a deep connection to someone.  I thought my life of having a lover equal to me was gone forever when Master enslaved me.  Now! That dream is starting to spark back to life.  I think it might be possible in this crazy new life, I could still have a slave as a lover to share my happy and sad moments as lovers do. 

I'm kissing this other slave as if he is my lover, if only for a moment. Growing up, I so wanted a Master and lover. I was hoping to find a Master that would fit both dreams. I was also conflicted about that I wanted a dominant man to control me in every way possible. At the same time, assumed I couldn't have both. How could I be completely controlled with no freedom and also have a lover to share a life with, to tell him about my dreams?  In my mind, they were polar opposite ideas. So, when Master enslaved me I gave that part of me up. Now however maybe I can have both. It is selfish and unrealistic in the world I live in. Especially beginning addicted to my Master.  

Then imagine that the twin slaves before me might be lovers. In this crazy family, it could be possible.  If so why not me too? 

So, I kiss a slave twice my age with all the passion I can muster.  

Then I feel Master lean over me and I hear sounds of kissing coming from above me.  Master does have a lover. It's his hot nephew. 

Next, I hear more fucking and kissing beside us, and realize that the twin sons are also making love too. 

I now look forward to the future as a slave, a perfect life for me!