The Master's Son
By Steam Train

copyright 2006 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
steam_t2000@yahoo.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Outside the stables at McDonalds Farm, John Standish
from Cooper, Bloom & Standish the long established
slave traders from Eastbrook was standing waiting
patiently along with two of his employee's and four of
his hosts slaves for his host Andrew McDonald to
return from his inspection ride around the estate.

Two horsemen could be seen in the distance, slowly
approaching the homestead. Eventually they rode up and
dismounted. Two of the slaves rushed over to their
master and assisted him. The other rider was Andrew
McDonald's son Brett. 

As he dismounted Brett shoved his riding crop into the
waiting hands of a cowering slave. That slave plus
another slave then began dusting Brett's clothing and
polishing his riding boots; the same was done for his
father. The sense of fear in the slaves for their
Master and equally for their young Master was
palpable.

Brett was dressed identically to his father and looked
every inch the son and heir in his expensive
hacking-jacket, twill trousers and shining riding
boots. He exuded a grown up appearance dressed as he
was in his adult style riding clothes that gave him an
air of youthful authority. 

This was aided by the fact that Brett although having
only just turned thirteen years of age was tall and
lanky for his age, standing about five feet six inches
tall. The way Brett's mid length light brown hair was
gelled, as was the trend amongst young teenage guys,
also assisted in making him look more mature.

Andrew McDonald introduced Brett to Mr Standish. He
shook hands politely but with an air of almost
disdain. As if Mr Standish being a northerner wasn't
really welcome.

Brett then asked his father who the other two
gentlemen were accompanying Mr Standish. They
obviously were not slaves by their standard of dress. 

This whole scene had been set up by Mr Standish and
before Mr McDonald could answer his son's question Mr
Standish spoke.

"Brett your father and I have been discussing the
financial situation of McDonald's Farm and these men
are here as a result of that discussion. The two
gentlemen moved over and took their places one on each
side of Brett.

Mr. McDonald then addressed his son, "Brett. I have
decided in consultation with Mr. Standish and his
business advisors that I have to make some changes at
the estate. As you know son, the farm business has
been failing over the last few years and needs a
capital infusion to continue and then build
operations". 

"Mr. Standish has very graciously offered to help me
out financially. I have therefore accepted his offer
of taking you into indentured service for twenty five
years. I will be compensated appropriately by payment
for your indenturement. We both owe Mr. Standish our
gratitude for what he has done to help keep the family
farm going and in the family."

"Gratitude, your joking right Dad?" Brett spitted out
venomously

"Don't be like that son, don't make this any worse
than it has to be" Mr. McDonald pleaded.

No, you can't do this to me. I haven't done anything
wrong I am a freeman, a gentleman not a slave" Brett
pleaded as his face drained white as realization then
fear rushed across his face.

The two gentlemen grabbed hold of Brett before he had
any chance of thinking of escaping. The older of the
two produced from his coat pocket a silver slave
collar and very efficiently locked it into place
around Brett's neck before he really realized what had
happened.

In the background the four slaves standing to the side
and out of the action had suppressed smirks of glee on
their face. No doubt they felt the Young Master
deserved what was in store for him. 

"Hear me out, son. I could never allow you to be
enslaved and sold at auction. It was only because of
Mr. Standish's kind offer to keep you on his personal
slave staff at his local residence that I could bring
my self to have you indentured. Mr. Standish has even
agreed that I will be allowed to visit you once a
month there after your initial training" Mr. McDonald
concluded.

"Dad please don't do this to me, I am a master not a
slave, this is so humiliating, please, please dad"
Brett pleaded.

Mr. Standish ignoring Brett then spoke to Mr. McDonald
"Andrew before we finalize this deal as Brett's new
Master I do need to inspect my purchase. I am a bit
short for time and would like to view Brett now, if
you don't mind. I need to see what I'm paying for
before I transfer the funds, to make sure the goods
are in order and there are no surprises".

Mr McDonald hesitated thinking no doubt about his
son's pleas for mercy and the request for Mr Standish
to inspect Brett. 

Eventually Mr McDonald replied "Of course Mr Standish
he is now your slave, I always personally check out
any new slaves I purchase".

"Noooooo Dad" Brett screamed.

Turning to Brett, Master ordered, "Gentlemen please
hold Brett whilst these slaves here disrobe the new
slave for inspection".

Brett screamed abuse at the two gentlemen who held him
tight. When he failed to break their grip he then
pleaded again with his father not to allow this to
happen. His plea fell on deaf ears.

The two gentlemen had no trouble in overpowering the
now frantically squirming boy, whilst the household
slaves continued to smirk with glee as they removed
his hacking-jacket, waistcoat, long-tailed riding
shirt, white tee shirt, riding boots, socks, twill
trousers, boxers and finally Brett's white briefs that
he was wearing under the boxers.

Brett desperately tried to cover his genitals but his
arms were swiftly and firmly pulled back behind him by
the two gentlemen; leaving him totally bared for all
to see. The slaves resumed their position to the side
but it was plain to see that they now looked very much
happier than earlier.

Now that Brett was totally naked, stripped of his
entire set of fancy adult riding clothes, he no longer
looked the young master displaying an air of youthful
authority; instead he looked very much a boy. 

Only just on the very threshold of puberty, he was
displaying a surprisingly thick, flaccid, circumcised
penis only one inch long that was sticking straight
out, not hanging, giving an unobstructed view of a
hairless slightly plump but not yet descended scrotum
that clearly had only recently begun growing. Just
above his penis there were a few sparse wisps of light
brown pubic hair extending about a quarter of an inch
to either side and above his penis.

Brett stood there still squirming, held by the two
gentlemen, his face burning bright with humiliation
and shame.

Seeing his son's embarrassment and looking embarrassed
himself, Mr. McDonald tried to assure his son "Now
son, don't you worry; I have trained you in inspecting
slaves so you know what is involved. You have done it
enough times yourself so you will soon get used to it
being done to you, all slaves do!"

Mr. Standish said to the father, "Yes it's always
intriguing to me how the newly enslaved are so full of
modesty. After all it's not as if he is totally naked,
he is wearing his slave collar, which is all a slave
really needs to wear. You are right though Andrew, he
will soon get over it".

Mr. Standish then walked over to Brett and forced open
his mouth, inspected his teeth then ran his hand over
his shoulders and both arms feeling for his muscle
development. Then he had the two gentlemen lift
Brett's arms and he ran his fingers over Brett's
hairless arm pits then continued running his hands
down over Brett's nipples and chest stopping all the
time to feel his muscle tone. 

Mr. Standish then moved down to Brett's stomach and
abdominal muscles, brushed his hand through the sparse
wisps of pubic hair but avoided Brett's genitals
running his hands instead down his legs feeling the
muscles of both legs before he finally cupped his
hands around Brett's ball sack.

As Mr. Standish was feeling their size and weight,
Brett let out an audible gasp as hands touched his
previously most private of places and his cock
instantly began rising to a humiliating full erection
of only three inches. 

Noticing this Mr. Standish said "Can you ejaculate
slave?"

Brett didn't answer.

"I asked you a question slave, answer your Master boy
or you will suffer the consequences. You know what
this is don't you boy?" Mr. Standish demanded taking a
pen shaped electric shock prod out of his shirt
pocket.

The look of absolute fear in Brett's eyes told all
that he knew exactly what it was.

"Yes Master I can cum" Brett answered in a respectful
and fearful voice.

The slaves were ecstatic with their former young
masters new found humility in the face of threatened
punishment.

Mr. Standish removed a pair of thin rubber inspection
gloves from his pocket and grabbed hold of Brett's
small erection and began stroking it. He stroked it
for about a minute at which time the tell tale signs
that Brett was approaching his climax began to show.
Brett held firm by the two gentlemen began moaning and
started to move his hips in rhythm to Mr. Standish's
stroking. 

Finally Brett cried out in anguish "Oh please stop;
please not in front of my father and the slaves
pleasssssssee. Ohhhh fuck ….. I'm cumming!" as
humiliatingly only two small partly clear partly white
drops of cum dribbled from his cock, falling into Mr.
Standish's cupped left hand.

Mr Standish moved a finger from his right hand through
the very small deposit of cum lying in his hand,
rubbing it between his thumb and index finger,
checking for thickness texture and quality, before
licking his finger and tasting the cum.

Turning towards the father, he said "Still very thin
and watery but he will get there I am sure. He is
really more a boy than a man but I guarantee you
Andrew, when I have finished with his training he will
be a well behaved slave. A young servant you will be
very proud of".

Wiping the cum off his hands onto Brett's hair Mr.
Standish then turned Brett around and had him bent
over so he could inspect his anus. Being only just
thirteen years old, and of slim build, Brett's anus
was very visible when he bent over. Mr. Standish took
a close look and then he put two fingers up inside
Brett forcing his way past his constricting sphincter.
Brett's muscles were obviously tight and did not allow
easy access judged by both Brett's screams and Mr
Standish's exertions. 

"Still a virgin" he commented out loud as he removed
his now brown stained gloves.

Mr. Standish ordered the two gentlemen to handcuff
Brett's hands behind his back then turning to the
slaves standing off to the side, he ordered to the
first slave "You take this slave by his cock and lead
him to the boot of my car, then to the next two slaves
he ordered them to walk by Brett's side holding each
arm. To the last slave he gave him his pen sized
electric prod and told him it was set to low shock and
that the slave was to use it if Brett misbehaved or
dawdled too slowly.

Mr. Standish then moved over to Mr. McDonald, took his
checkbook out of his pocket and began speaking to him
as the slaves led the totally humiliated Brett away. 

Brett was pushed and shoved by the other slaves over
to Mr. Standish's car. By the time they were almost
there the friction of the hand of the slave holding
Brett's cock was obviously too much for Brett as he
moaned again and his body did a sort of dance or jig
on the spot where he was walking.

 "Filthy slave" the slave holding his cock responded,
looking down at his now lightly cum stained hand. A
good slave knows how to control himself when being
led. After the first slave wiped the cum off onto
Brett's hair, the slave with the prod reached between
Brett's legs and prodded the back of his ball sack. 

Brett let out an almighty, very falsetto scream, and
his whole body shook and twitched whilst his cock
which had begun to shrink after the ejaculation again
shoot almost instantly back to it's full three inches
of glory. 

Seeing no masters within earshot the slave holding
Brett's left arm said "My how the high and mighty have
fallen today, your already learning what it's like to
be a slave boy not the Master's son".

All the totally humiliated and distraught Brett could
do was break down and cry, he was already well on the
way to being broken in..

The End