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A Matter of Control Chapter 1
by Steam Train

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Chapter: 1

My father's friends often tormented him about how he
could have produced such a good looking boy. They put
my looks down totally to my mother! Such comments
always made me blush; I could find plenty of things
that given the chance I would have changed about my
appearance.

My name is Drew Pickwick and I'm twelve years old,
I'll be thirteen in just a couple of months! I stand
just over five feet tall and weigh just under a
hundred pounds. I have dark brown hair and deep brown
eyes, a firm but not muscular chest and tummy that
showed no signs of any excess fat and when this
journal begins I did not have the deep bronze tan that
I later developed after my change of residence.

I was born to Charles and Margo Pickwick in New
Hampshire where we lived till I was 12 years of age.
My mother died of cancer two days before my 12th
birthday after a long illness. Dad was glad her
suffering had ended but the memories of her in our
house were too much for him and after a couple of
months he discussed with me his desire to move away
and make a fresh start in life.

What could I say, I had all my friends where I had
grown up and I had settled in well to 6th grade, my
first year in middle school, despite my mother's
health. I really didn't want to leave but I also
didn't want to be the reason dad stayed where he
obviously no longer wanted to be, so at the end of 6th
grade during the long summer holidays we moved. Boy
was it a move, from the mild summers of New Hampshire
to the humid tropics of West Cove, Adam's County,
Florida.

My dad is an accountant and he procured the position
of ‘Vice President – Finance' for a large family owned
company, ‘Johnson Concrete Castings' headquartered in
West Cove, who manufactured and supplied pre stressed
concrete structures for bridges, pipes, cisterns and
tanks for water and sewers, pre-stressed panels for
construction projects and, retaining walls and sound
barriers to the entire south east of our country.

‘Johnson Concrete Castings' know as ‘JCC' had been
founded by Henry Johnson and since his death the
eldest son Ralph Johnson had been President. His two
younger brothers Mark and David Johnson also worked
for the family firm, Mark as ‘Vice President –
Operations' and David as ‘Vice President – Sales and
Marketing'. The only non family ‘Vice President' had
been my dad's predecessor, Calvin Foreman and would
now be my dad!

During dad's employment interviews for the position of
‘Vice President – Finance" the Johnson brothers had
informed dad that Mr. Foreman, his predecessor had
been caught embezzling from the firm and was awaiting
trial. Dad said the Johnson brothers had told him that
Mr. Foreman had embezzled just under $350 000 to help
keep a lifestyle above his means. Mr. Foreman had been
convicted of the offence and was now awaiting the
hearing of the Johnson brother's application to the
county court to have him serve his conviction enslaved
to ‘JCC'.

Apparently Mr. Foreman had spent all the embezzled
money and had little assets to his name so ‘JCC' have
applied to have him enslaved to them till he works off
his debt to the company out in the manufacturing yard
mixing cement and laboring. That would have to be a
humbling and humiliating experience not to mention
frightening, from being a senior executive of the
company, comfortable and pampered in the plush
surrounds of his office to hard manual slave labor
under the ever present threat of the whip.

Dad said the three Johnson brothers were shrewd
businessmen but lacked financial acumen, whatever that
meant! I took it to mean that Mr. Foreman had got away
with his financial improprieties for quite some time
before getting caught.

Moving to a new location is tough enough at any age
but when you're nearly 13 years old you suffer from
the uncertainty of approaching adolescence. Add to
that the heat and humidity of Florida which I was not
used too, along with a totally different life style
and culture and I felt like a fish out of water for
some time after we arrived.

One of the big differences I instantly noticed was how
much more prominent our countries slave system was in
this part of Florida compared to where I grew up in
New Hampshire. My parents, especially my mother, were
not in favour of our countries slavery laws. Back home
in New Hampshire I overheard many debates between my
parents and their friends about the morality of
farming slaves from birth and enslaving the poor and
unemployed, though even my mother agreed with my
father who was less opinionated that the criminally
convicted deserved what awaited them in slavery.

My mother in particular abhorred the practice of
parents selling their under age children into slavery
for profit. The enslavement years as they were
commonly called, the five years between sixteen and
twenty one were always the years of the worst secret
worry and stress for an adolescent. At sixteen a slave
could be used for all adult purposes and would thus
fetch top dollars if sold.

During the enslavement years it was said that you
could never be totally certain that you would not be
sold till the day you turned twenty one and became
legally responsible for your own destiny. There was
nothing to stop a juvenile younger than sixteen being
sold into slavery, the law allowed this to occur with
the consent of both parents from the age of twelve and
courts could order enslavement at even younger ages in
the case of criminal activity or bankruptcy and
insolvency claims, however the prices paid for younger
slaves with the resultant prohibitions on their use
till they turned sixteen lessened their possible sale
value.

Back home in New Hampshire slavery didn't affect me
much. In our middle class suburb it was not common
practice to own domestic slaves as they cost a lot to
maintain and so I did not come into contact with them
around the homes of my friends. I did see some slaves
of course, the shops used slaves, especially behind
the scenes, the post was delivered by slaves, the
garbage was collected by slaves and the streets were
kept clean and maintained by slaves.

It was only as dad and I traveled down South by steam
train en route to Florida that slavery really intruded
into my consciousness for the first time. Dad was an
accountant but he could not afford to maintain a car
or pay the exorbitant price now charged for flying. In
the post-crash society "energy" was the biggest single
expense for almost all citizens. Steam trains were
again a regular means of motive power replacing the
costly diesel locomotives of previous times.

Due to the high price of all types of energy, large
parts of the country were now much less desirable
places to live, either because of the extreme cold of
the winter, or the fetid heat and humidity of the
summers. Now we were heading right into the heart of
one of those areas. I wondered if this was why dad had
been able to procure the position, perhaps not too
many people applied!

Down in Florida, before the ‘crash' there had been a
drift of population into the state for many decades,
this had rapidly reversed as the oppressive heat and
humidity of summer drove people to abandon the
air-conditioned homes they could no longer afford to
run. In the homes of the well to do in Florida I was
later to discovered, cooling was achieved by the
ceiling fans being pulled backwards and forwards by
slaves, creating a breeze rather than by highly
expensive air conditioning systems.

As we traveled further south in the train, with the
windows wide open allowing the fresh air to circulate
and the sounds and smells of the countryside to filter
in, dad and I saw for first time slaves in very large
numbers. Not the neatly-uniformed slaves I was used to
performing their duties around our town in New
Hampshire, but the field gangs of totally naked slaves
toiling away farming the crops under the oppressively
hot sun.

Dad told me how the scarcity and high price of
petroleum products had meant that the extravagant use
of farm machinery had been largely abandoned in favour
of manual labor by the enslaved. Everywhere I looked I
saw rows of collared, manacled slaves, blacks and
whites in almost equal numbers, chained together in
‘coffles' working under the frequent physical
encouragement of their overseers.

I could see dad was studying the slaves just as
intently as I was. Then it occurred to me that this
was a new experience for him too. Since the ‘crash'
holidays if you were lucky enough to have them were
taken close to home, the cost of post ‘crash' travel
preventing wide spread travel except for the very
wealthy. Dad had never actually seen the slave system
as it existed in the south before, he had just read
about it when he debated the pros and cons of the
system with my mother and their friends.

When we arrived in West Cove, Florida which is the
principal town of the relatively isolated Adam's
County, I unhappily discovered that the dates for the
summer holidays were different than up north and
instead of having many more weeks to get used to my
new lifestyle I discovered that I would be starting
7th grade in a little under 2 weeks time. I felt
really cheated. Dad said to look at the positive side
that the next summer holidays were not as far away.
Somehow at that time his message of hope did not stir
much appreciative comment or thought from me but there
was nothing I could do about it but accept the fact!

After the shock of the heat the next shock was that as
well as providing our residence, ‘Johnson Concrete
Castings' supplied dad with two domestic slaves as
part of his package. One male slave named ‘Pie' to
cook and wash and launder and another male slave named
‘Baz' who was to housekeep and garden. They both slept
down in the basement of our new house in a lockable
room that was only 6 feet wide and 8 feet long. It
occupied the back part of the kitchen between the
pantry and the laundry. In the laundry there was a
slave nook that contained a latrine hole and a water
hose for the slaves to shower with.

‘Johnson Concrete Castings' had also paid for our
furnishings to be shipped down and for the first three
days I helped dad and our new slaves unpack and settle
in to our new house.

It was on the third day after our move that I made my
first discovery that hinted at how changed my new life
in West Cove was going to become. Dad asked me to find
Pie so that he could assist dad and Baz in moving a
chest of drawers to a new location.

I went downstairs to the basement and into the kitchen
which was quite large with a large island counter in
the middle of the room. Pie was standing on the other
side of the bench shirtless busily unpacking our
kitchen appliances and storing them in cupboards
around the walls.

Pie looked startled when he saw me and said, "Master
Drew, how may I serve you?"

I said, "Dad needs your help up in the guest bedroom"

Pie looked uneasy at my unexpected intrusion on his
routine as he replied, "Coming now, Master Drew."

As Pie walked around the island bench into my full
view I was surprised to see that he was not just
shirtless but totally naked except for the khaki slave
flip flops on his feet.

"You're naked; do you always work down here without
clothes?" I blurted out as I looked at Pie's hairless
body which showed no trace of any body hair below his
neck line. When you can't see the physical marks of
maturity on a person, it can be difficult to tell
their age, and it was certainly so in Pie's case. I
guessed he was in his late 20's or early 30's but I
certainly wasn't very sure.

"Yes, Master Drew, ‘JCC' my owners require their
domestic slaves to always have fresh and spotless
clothes when serving our masters. Baz and I are only
issued with two uniforms each, so when we are working
away from our masters we both work nude so we can keep
our clothes clean and fresh smelling. I will dress now
however before going to serve Master Charles."

As he moved over to his khaki slave shorts and polo I
saw that his buttock was covered with bright red
welts. "Who did that to you and why" I asked?

His answer surprised me, even though I had grown up
knowing that slaves were just items of property that
free citizens could treat almost any way they wanted.

"Master Mark and Master Charles because I deserved it
for breaking Master Charles' lamp, Master Drew"

"My father helped do this to you?" I asked in
disbelief.

"Some of it yes Master Drew, but I can tell already
that Master Charles is a very kind and fair master,
unlike Master Calvin the previous master who lived
here. Master Charles only punished me mildly when it
was his turn after Master Mark had finished. I try to
be a good slave Master Drew, so I normally only need
correction once or twice a month"

"But dad's never even laid a hand on me let alone
spanked me, I don't believe he would do that to you" I
answered still in shock.

"You are his son and free, I am only a slave, Master
Drew. Slaves are always punished for even the smallest
error; we are not to be treated like free citizens.
When Master Mark Johnson was here yesterday he told
your father just that when he saw me break the lamp I
was unpacking. Your father wasn't going to punish me,
he said the lamp wasn't valuable or important but
Master Mark knows all about slaves, he has lots of
them down at the plant and he insisted I be punished
as my actions deserved."

Suddenly I was very glad that dad had never spanked
me!

I am sure that if mum had been around, dad would have
refused to do so. We had never had slaves in New
Hampshire and he had never to my knowledge ever been
in a situation where he needed to punish a slave, but
I guess that with one of his new bosses present and
urging him to act, he felt pressured. Still I felt
sorry for Pie, those welts looked very sore and
painful! Even if dad had been mild in his punishment
of Pie, Mr Mark Johnson had obviously hit Pie much
harder.

For the first after we arrived in West Cove I didn't
get away from the house very much till the weekend
arrived. Then we were picked up by a chuffer driven
‘JCC' car and taken to a BBQ lunch at company
President, Mr. Ralph Johnson's residence known as
‘Balcombe Grove'.

‘Balcombe Grove' was a big white southern plantation
style mansion, three stories high, with imposing tall
white columns along the front, a stylish entry portico
and wide shady verandas running around at the first
floor level. It was surrounded by immaculately kept
lawns set with flowering gardens, shrubs and trees. It
was impressive and exuded wealth and status from the
moment I first observed it.

We were driven right up to the entrance portico and as
the limousine came to a stop the door to the rear
seats was opened by a smiling slave wearing a bright
red waistcoat, white shirt, a blue bow tie and black
trousers and highly polished black shoes. He greeted
us and asked us to follow him.

He lead dad and I through the large entrance doors
into a cool shady and cavernous entrance hall that
towered two floors above. It was designed to impress
and this it certainly did to me. The slave escorted us
through a darkened library lined with leather bound
volumes interspersed with valuable looking oil
paintings to a set of french doors that opened onto a
shady patio canopied with a vine covered pergola under
which the guests were mingling. Another slave was
waiting to serve dad a drink as soon as we stepped
through the doors and to my surprise a younger slave
not much older than me offered a choice of soft drinks
from a brightly polished silver tray. This one was
young male slave, with dark hair and almond-shaped
eyes, was wearing a similar uniform to the slave who
had greeted us and the slave who served dad drinks.
His shinny metal collar was barely visible behind the
collar of his white shirt but a mark was discernable
where it had rubbed against his skin.

All the slaves were smiling excessively and this
mannerism only succeeded in conveying to me the
impression that all the slaves were trying valiantly
to hide real fear. No sooner had dad and I accepted
drinks than a free boy of about 12 or 13 and a girl of
about 10 or 11, appeared and wished us a warm welcome.
The boy who was the same height as me of slim build
asked if we were being properly looked after. He gave
both slaves who had served us a stern look as he said
this and the level of fear in their eyes seemed to
grow instantly. When dad said we were being well
served you could feel the tension in the slaves
subside.

The boy introduced himself as Henry Johnson Jnr and
the girl as his sister Lindsay Johnson. He said his
father was having a brief meeting with his uncles
about Calvin Foreman whose enslavement case was coming
up before the courts the next week and would be down
soon and sent his apologies for not being there to
welcome us. Excusing himself to my father, Henry asked
if I could come with him and meet the cousins. Dad
said he thought that would be a great idea and excused
Henry and I from staying with him.

Henry's officious and confident manner at his young
age told me many things about him, but most of all it
told me why the household slaves looked on their young
master with fear in their eyes. He was about my age
but I could cense that despite his age and boyish
voice he brokered no slackness or attitude from a
slave in his presence.

Whilst Lindsay waited with dad to greet any new
arrivals Henry took me through the crowd of adults
mingling on the shady patio under the vine covered
pergola, down a set of stone steps and across the
manicured lawn to a group of children and teenagers
who were lounging about in garden chairs under the
shade of an overhanging tree. Two young slaves a boy
even younger than the one who had served me with a
drink and a girl aged more like 16 or so moved from
one chair to another ensuring their free young masters
were fully catered. The boy slave was dressed exactly
like the other boy slave I had already met and the
older auburn haired slave girl was wearing a long
black skirt, shiny black shoes and a frilly white top,
cut low front and back, highlighting her shinny slave
collar and prominent perky breasts with no bra straps
visible on her exposed back. Her hair was tied back
with a bright red ribbon that matched exactly the
bright red waistcoat that the boy slave was wearing.

Henry introduced me to his older sister Penelope who
was 17 and having just finished high school was off to
college soon. Henry I learnt was exactly a year older
than me going into the 8th grade and turning 14 in two
month's time whilst his younger sister Lindsay was 11
and about to start middle school in the 6th grade.
They were all the children of the eldest Johnson
brother Ralph, and his wife Prudence.

His cousins from the second Johnson brother, Mark and
his wife Sonia were next to be introduced to me. The
eldest child was blond headed Victoria aged 16. She
had a small tight ass and shapely calves. Her breasts
though small looked firm and round underneath her
tight fitting top. Next in age was a stunning looking
14 year old named James. Of short and slim build with
fine blond hair that cascaded down to his shoulders
and over his forehead. I was unexpectedly attracted to
him and had to stop myself from staring. The next
cousin in age was Eugenie aged 12. She was tall for
her age but with a featureless boyish body and fine
blond hair like her brother. The youngest of this
family was Edward aged 11 who was short and stocky and
also had his family's characteristic fine blond hair.

The children of the third Johnson brother David and
his wife Megan were then introduced as Michael aged 15
who was about 5'7" tall and of muscular build with
dark hair. His sister Beatrix aged 13 who was about
5'4" tall, dark haired with firm and shapely breasts
and a curvacious body and her twin brother Andrew who
looked like a younger and more immature version of his
older brother and finally Tammara, their younger
sister aged 11 who didn't appear to have much in the
way of breasts, just gentle swellings barely noticible
through her clothing and displayed the characteristic
straight formless pre teenage body shape that only
just hinted at the changes that would soon be
occurring.

Henry then introduced me to his cousins from his
father's sister Henrietta and her husband Giles
Austinmere. Mr. Austinmere was the senior partner in
Austinmere, Wright, Heaton, Adam's counties long
established slave traders and breeders. The eldest
cousin of this branch was 16 year old Johnson
Austinmere who had a chunky build and a thick neck
which stood on broad shoulders above a firm chest and
powerful legs. His face was highlighted by an upturned
nose, large penetrating blue eyes, short blonde hair
and a broad smiling mouth. He looked every inch the
high school jock. The next cousin was 14 year old Ruth
who was a slim and attractive blonde with her
prominent bust line highlighted by the yellow blouse
she was wearing being tied underneath her breasts
showing off her firm sexy tummy. The youngest child
was 12 year old Moffat. He was a pale skinned, dirty
blond haired, gangly looking kid who wore glasses and
appeared very geeky.

I choose to sit in a chair that was vacant near to
James Johnson. Just being close to this young Adonis
would have satisfied me but James proved to be a very
friendly guy. No sooner had I sat down when he began
asking me all sorts of questions about where I had
lived, my parents, my hobbies and sports I liked. I
warmed quickly towards James or should I say Jimmy as
that is what he asked me to call him, all his cousins
did. His questions were not just polite conversation
but he showed genuine interest in my answers. Soon we
were conversing freely and I soon learnt Jimmy's
opinion of all his cousins.

His older sister Victoria who was going into 12th
grade was close friends with Penelope and both
considered themselves too old to really have to
associate with the younger cousins.
Johnson Austinmere was going into 12th grade like
Victoria but Jimmy said he was a great guy and didn't
look down on you if you were younger. He was however
like his father very traditional in his attitude
towards slaves and was already an accomplished whip
master having been expertly trained by his father. He
gave no slave a second chance. Slaves who made
mistakes were punished and punished quickly and
severely.

Michael Johnson who was 15 was soon to be a high
school junior, when he commenced back at school in the
11th grade. Jimmy said he was, as the oldest male
cousin bearing the Johnson name more aloof than and
not as friendly as his older cousin Johnson Austinmere
but he held similar views towards slaves as he did.

Michael's younger twin brother and sister Beatrix and
Andrew were much more fun than their big brother. They
were going into 8th grade and liked getting up to
mischief and playing practical jokes. Being close to
his age he said he got along real well with them as he
did with his cousin Ruth Austinmere who though older
like Jimmy was going into the 8th grade with Beatrix,
Andrew, Henry and Jimmy.

Henry Johnson though younger than Jimmy thought of
himself as something special, being the eldest male of
the eldest Johnson brother. Jimmy said he needed to be
taken down a few pegs so he wasn't so snotty and
pretentious! His sister Lindsay was no better Jimmy
said and since this summer when her breasts filled out
remarkably quickly, she now acted as a real little
madam!

Moffat Austinmere as his looks hinted was a bit of a
geek. He liked reading and was very bright. He would
be commencing 7th grade with me as would Jimmy's
younger sister 12 year old Eugenie. Jimmy said his
sister and he fought quite a bit but that she wasn't
too bad as girls go and was quite fearless, often
standing up to their mother in particular if she did
not agree with something. Jimmy said he wasn't quite
so game, fearing retribution especially from his
father who was notoriously firm with his slaves and
could be with his children as well. Jimmy said he
didn't want to get on his fathers wrong side but his
sister didn't seem to care!

The two youngest cousins were both entering the 6th
grade. Jimmy's 11 year old brother Edward and his11
year old cousin Tammara Johnson were two totally
different types. Tammara was close friends with
Lindsay Johnson who was also going into the 6th grade
and her aloof bitchy manner had rubbed off on Tammara
whereas Edward was everyone's friend, even the slaves
much to his father's displeasure. Jimmy said he had
often heard his father lecturing Edward about how you
cannot be friends with a slave!

The day progressed pretty normally at first. The
Johnson brothers returned from their meeting and I was
called over to meet them. The rest of the time I
stayed with Jimmy who I had befriended. The BBQ was a
very scrumptious affair with a huge smorgasbord of
cold salad food available accompanied by a very exotic
range of fruits. The steaks were superb, succulent and
full of juicy flavour, prepared by the slave cooks
just to my express wishes.

The steak of Mrs. Megan Johnson's was obviously not
prepared quite to her order and I was shocked to see
the slave cook who had prepared it lead off by an
overseer who Mr. Ralph summoned seemingly from nowhere
with the obvious intention of being punished. He
returned some time later flushed and moving with a
deliberate stiffness. No one except me paid his plight
any attention though jimmy noticed me watching and
commented.

"Not used to slaves Drew? You will soon learn that a
slave expects to be disciplined if he stuffs up. A
slave respects a firm master."

In my mind I was thinking but all he did was under
cook the steak slightly! I chose not to comment any
further on my own personal thoughts.

It was after we finished eating that things really
changed from what I had been used too.

Henry invited the male cousins and me up to his room.
The girls smiled and made conversation between them as
if they knew exactly what Henry had in mind. I was to
discover that this was exactly the case. Once one of
the Ralph Johnson's tuned 12 years of age they were
given a personal servant. The young female slave who
had been waiting on us was Penelope Johnson's personal
slave and the young boy who assisted her was Henry's.

The young male slave who went by the name of Tap ran
ahead of us guys, opening doors and ensuring our
progress through ‘Balcombe Grove' to Henry's rooms was
hassle free. There were eight guys in total, Johnson,
Michael, Jimmy, Henry, Andrew, Moffat, Edward and
myself.

As we walked Jimmy said to me, "I guess if your not
used to slaves this will be an experience for you!"

‘Experience?" I questioned, "What do you mean?"

"The family usually gets together once every six
months like this, but today was bought forward a month
as a special occasion to welcome your father. It's a
Johnson family tradition for the cousins to adjourn to
the oldest male cousins' room, depending whose
residence we are at and provided your 12 or older a
slave will service you" Jimmy informed me as if this
was just matter of fact.

"Service? ... You mean ... Oh no I don't think so ...
I've never ... I couldn't ... I mean ..." I spluttered
out.

Jimmy laughed. "There is always a first time Drew,
guess this is yours. My little brother can't wait till
he turns 12 so he can join in. Having to sit there and
just watch is driving him to frustration, sexual
frustration that is. Don't worry about it Drew, the
slave will do all the work, just follow his lead,
relax and enjoy yourself."

Relax!!!! How could I relax? I had never done anything
like this before, what would my father think. How
could I let a slave do anything like this in public to
me? All the Johnson cousins would be watching. Yet
though I desperately wanted to run away I didn't. The
loss of face in front of the Johnson's if I did so
would be very detrimental to me settling in to my new
life easily and with as few hassles as possible. Deep
down my body was also stirring wondering just what it
would be like!

Henrys room turned out to be Henry's apartment. He had
his own sitting room, bathroom and separate bedroom.
As Jimmy had said the other cousins had obviously done
this many times before and they spread out amongst the
lounge chairs or sat on the window sill ready for the
afternoon's entertainment.

"Boy service Master Johnson first" Henry instructed
his slave who dutifully moved over to crouch before
the chair upon which Johnson Austinmere was sitting.
Johnson was wearing a light green polo shirt and grey
shorts. Everything about this 16 year old high school
senior was cool and elegant.

The slave Tap asked Johnson for permission to service
him and when he nodded approval, Tap found the button
of Johnson's shorts and undid it before undoing the
zipper and carefully lowering Johnson's shorts and
boxers exposing his impressive fat circumcised six
inch long penis which was already erect as it sprang
free displaying a slight upwards curve. There was
already a drop of moisture at the tip He also had a
thick bush of pubic hair and a prominent happy trail
that ran up out of sight under his polo shirt.

I looked at Johnson's face, his eyes were already
closed and his head rested on the back of his chair. A
slight smile hovered on his lips.

Henry informed Tap to get on with sucking off Master
Johnson if I didn't want to feel the cane again.

Just hearing the word cane from Henry's lips was
enough to make me shudder. These people gave no
thought towards a slave; it was as if the slaves were
not human beings like the rest of us.

Tap took Johnson's penis, slipped its tip between his
lips, and taking its full length in his mouth began to
suck him off. Johnson came quickly, with a deep moan
of deep pulsating pleasure.

Michael was next and before Tap began servicing him
Michael warned the slave, "When you stick my dick in
your mouth, if I feel a single tooth from you, you'll
get another beating like Henry gave you this morning."

"Yes Master Michael sir" Tap replied.

Tap undid the belt on Michael's cargo shorts, pulled
down the zipper and gently pushed down his shorts.
Michael was wearing white briefs and when these were
lowered Michael's thick pubic bush of dark curly hairs
above his five inch erect penis came into view. He had
large low hung testicles.

Tap took Michaels throbbing penis into his mouth and
began to move it in and out in quick long strokes.
Michael was soon letting out an unrestrained moan of
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" as he convulsed to wave after wave
of a strong orgasm bought on by Tap's young but
experienced mouth.

Exciting and arousing as this had already been, the
one I really wanted to see pantsed was Jimmy and he
was next. After asking permission Tap pushed down
Jimmy's shorts and grey boxers exposing his penis
which was sticking up at a forty-five degree angle
from the horizontal. Disappointedly he didn't have as
much size as I thought he would have being fourteen
years old. His penis was barely four inches long and
very thin in diameter. His sparse short blond pubic
hair was hardly even visible, having obviously only
recently begun growing on his groin and formed just a
tiny patch immediately above his penis.

"Hey Jimmy, you've got hair down there finally" Andrew
exclaimed pointing to his cousin's exposed pubic area.

"Yeah finally! About time I stopped looking like a
little boy!" Jimmy proudly replied.

There was no time for more conversation as Jimmy's
attention was focused on Tap as he began to lick his
hairless balls and cock. It was awesome watching Tap
at work. He knew all the tricks of oral sex. I was
learning so much just watching him at work, my mind
was in overdrive, I knew a little about what slaves
did for their masters but this was awesome and done
with full parental approval it seemed.

Tap then took Jimmy's penis in his mouth and sucked on
it. His penis was standing up stiff and proud to its
full four inches as Tap ran his tongue up each side,
starting at the base and running up to the sensitive
ridge around the knob, and then back down.

This action caused a groan of ecstasy as an acute
sensation throbbed through Jimmy's penis. Soon like
Michael before him Jimmy was moaning out ever more
loudly, "Arrggghhhh, Arrrrrggghhhhhh,
Arrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh."

Tam's practiced milking motion with his mouth soon had
Jimmy gasping one final
"Arrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh", before Jimmy
engulfed in a myriad of acute sensations ejaculated in
a wail of pleasure shooting his semen into Tap's mouth
as his back arched one final time before he fell back
exhausted, his chest heaving for breath.

Andrew was next and when his shorts and boxers were
lowered by Tap I saw that like his big brother, Andrew
had a pretty good growth of dark pubic hair for his 13
years of age! The size of his erect penis was
remarkable being at least the five inches that his two
years older brother had exhibited as were his plump
testicles. Tap started Andrew's blow job by licking
the tip of his throbbing penis, then licking all
around it, especially the underside, then sucking the
first inch of his turgid shaft in his mouth. Gradually
Tap worked down the shaft, sucking it slowly deep into
his throat, but concentrating his efforts on the first
inch that is the most sensitive. Less than two minute
after Tap started, I noticed Andrew tense his body
moan softly and a moment later blast his cum down
Tap's throat.

Even though Henry was the next in age as the host he
waited till all others had been serviced. This meant
that I was probably the next oldest but Henry sent Tap
over to Moffat who was also 12 years old. I was happy
just to watch, my nervousness at what was upcoming for
me making my chest feel tight and painful and my penis
ache.

Moffat looked very uncomfortable and appeared as if he
wished he was back home with a good book not about to
have his balls sucked dry. I knew just how he felt!
When his trousers and white briefs were lowered the
waistband caught briefly on his rock hard penis,
flipping it down briefly until it came loose and
flopped against his belly were at least a dozen
straight, downy hairs were visible sprouting from the
smooth skin above Moffat's groin. Finally his
circumcised penis came to rest pointing upwards almost
parallel with his body. Moffat's penis had yet to show
the signs of teenage growth and was only about 3
inches long with a prominent pink head, with a bulging
wrinkled ball sack underneath it, his two oblong
testicles clearly visible. Tap licked his lips and
holding Moffat's erection in his hand he thrust it
into his mouth. Moffat put on quite a show once Tap
started servicing him. He was obviously trying to hold
out as long as he could, going as far as pulling his
now throbbing penis out of Tap's mouth on a number of
occasions before on the last withdrawal with his penis
going into spasms, as Moffat rocked back and forth,
moaning, as his exposed penis throbbed and then
dribbled out three tiny drops of clear immature semen.

Apart from Henry I was the only guy left aged over 12.
Poor Edward, Jimmy's younger brother looked like he
was dieing of sexual frustration being the only boy in
the room aged less than 12 years of age. I gathered he
had a few months to wait till he turned 12. Nervously
I waited as I allowed Tap to lower my trousers and
blue briefs. All eyes in the room seemed to be on my
exposed groin looking at my plump but tight scrotum
and my 3 ¼ inch slender penis which was currently
fully erect and pointing directly at Tap's crouching
face.

I was very self conscious and nervous about what all
the guys would think of my hairless groin. I was after
all nearly 13 and lots of guys by that age had pubic
hair. I had no hair on my groin, under my arm pits or
anywhere else except the top of my head. I hated the
thought that all the Johnson cousins had now
discovered for themselves just how far away from grown
up I really was. Exposed with by pants around my
ankles I was embarrassed and yet the tingling in my
groin told me I was at the same time sexually excited.

Tap took my testicles in his mouth and sucked them,
one at a time and then sucked both, and as I started
to moan uncontrollably with this first surge of
pleasure that I had never before experienced he took
my penis by the base and held it up and began to lick
it, like it was an ice cream cone. I was so aroused my
penis began to throb uncontrollably and for the first
time ever I began to leak a tiny amount of pre-cum.
Tap licked it off as it gently oozed out of my slit.

Tap then slipped his mouth over my penis and went down
on it, all the way to the base. Fuck, the feeling was
unbelievable as he began to work his mouth up and down
the whole length of my turgid pulsating shaft. I threw
my head back and my mouth was wide open gasping for
air, between crying out, "Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh"
as I felt my balls constrict and like an electric
shock I ejaculated for the first time ever two or
three small deposits of clear ejaculate, just like
Moffat. My tiny amount of semen having been drained
from me by Tap, I lay back eyes closed allowing my
mind and body to recover from my first ever blow job.

Henry being the host was last.

"Make sure you suck me dry!" Henry commanded his
slave.

"Yes Master" Tap replied but I thought I caught the
faintest sign of a smirk run across his face before
his slave training clicked in and his face resumed its
expressionless gaze. After asking permission of his
young master Tap lowered Henry's shorts and his
boxers.

"Still so little and hairless Henry" Jimmy chuckled to
his13 year old cousin as Jimmy deliberately stared
directly at Henry's exposed hairless little boy
genitals.

Henry blushed and looked like he was about to say
something but thought the better of it.

I was surprised that the ever so confident Henry who
was about to enter the 8th grade still had such an
immature body. His little boy genitals consisted of an
erect penis which stuck straight out a little under
three inches long nestled over a small, but
noticeable, scrotum with marble sized testicles that
while also still small, was no longer completely
hidden by his penis as I had noticed was the case with
real little boys.

Henry appeared to make a vain effort to protect his
modesty but like everyone else before him Tap had
lowered his clothing around his ankles and he was
forced to get his hands out of the way to allow Tap to
service him. I could tell that the fact that he hadn't
begun to start puberty was deeply embarrassing to
Henry. All his cousins and now I knew he was still
little more than a child. The smirk I had seen flash
across Tap's face now told me that his slave already
knew exactly what his young master was really like
naked!

As Tap went down on his young master's tiny erection
Henry's breathing quickly became really heavy and then
suddenly, he thrust deeply into Tap's throat with his
tiny shaft, while grunting and moaning like an animal
as his body went into spasms. And he gasped out, "Fuck
slave boy that felt so good!"

Henry withdrew his hairless dick from Tap's mouth
having cum, or at least he was having that kind of
reaction, even though I was sure no cum had actually
shot out of Henry's small marble sized orbs through
his tiny penis into Tap's mouth.

As we walked back to join the girls and the adults
back on the patio Jimmy said to me, "Well?"

"Well what?" though I suspected I knew what he was
asking.

"How was our little Johnson family tradition? How was
your first time?"

"Awesome!" I replied and that gorgeous smile that
Jimmy has swept across his face.

After a pause he replied, "Cute dick too" and blushed
slightly.

"Same" I said not knowing what else to say. I am sure
I blushed more profusely than Jimmy did.

I was still thinking what to say next and Jimmy looked
to be in a similar predicament when we made it back to
where everyone had gathered. My father was talking to
a tall elegant lady with shimmering brown hair,
piercing brown eyes and a definite sense of style.
Three girls stood beside her.

"That's my Aunty Geraldine Norton-Johnson"; Jimmy
informed me when he saw me looking at them. "My
granddaddy Henry Johnson had an elder brother and
Aunty is his only child. Aunty is J.C.C.'s legal
counsel. That's her three daughters my second cousins
standing beside her."

Jimmy informed me that the eldest girl named Sheila
was 14 years old like him. She was a tall, brown
haired girl with beautiful wide brown eyes and a very
attractive build with small but upthrust breasts.
Rebecca the second girl was 12 years old and had light
brown hair and brown eyes, narrower hips than her
older sister and just the beginnings of breasts.
Sandra the third girl was 11 years old, as tall as
Rebecca but thin and boyish in appearance. She had
narrow brown eyes and shorter brown hair. She was
wearing blue cut off jeans and an oversized plain
white tee shirt that hid any sign of any breasts
rather than the more stylish shorts and tops her two
older sisters were wearing.

I am sure the adult Johnson's as well as the female
cousins knew exactly what we had been up to in Henry's
apartment and the smirk on my fathers face told me
that dad knew too and surprisingly to me he gave the
impression that he was proud that I had joined in. It
was almost as if he saw that afternoons activities as
my initiation to the long journey into manhood.

End Chapter: 1.