Mason 1, 2 and 3

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

Mason, Chapter 1

The Rockport Home for Boys was one of the most well-respected orphanages for boys in the country. One reason for this was its placement rate which ranked among the highest. The Rockport Home, along with its sister orphanage the Anna Louisa Home for Girls, was part of a consortium of orphanages which supplied teenagers as slaves at Estates and other establishments around the world. All done in ways that kept the homes from any government scrutiny. The children always were sent out of the country, so social services had no involvement other than collecting statistics which were always impressive as the need for teens to be groomed as slaves was constant. No questions were ever asked.
This is the tale of Mason, a boy who was sent into slavery.


There were no nursery facilities at the Rockport Home for Boys so the youngest boys in the Home were two or three years old. The Home had close ties with various nurseries which did not have facilities for children older than infants which made for a reliable stream of residents. The Rockport Home was well endowed and boys there had comfortable lives. Food was excellent, there were facilities for recreation, and comfortable rooms. Some rooms were doubles but older boys usually had singles. Boys were sent to the local schools through the sixth grade, then grades seven through twelve were taught on the premises.

The Head of the Home and his all-male staff, including the immediate supervisors of the boys all were warm and friendly. Discipline was rare as the staff had a way of making boys want to behave themselves. Not that there weren’t spankings on bare bottoms when needed.

Mason didn’t remember a time that he wasn’t at the Rockport Home. He adapted well to the life, developed friendships, and enjoyed the various activities the Home offered. He liked the elementary school and was not sure how he felt about switching to school at the Home. When he asked why this was necessary he was told that because middle school was a difficult time for kids he would be better off having school at the Home. The real reason was that the schooling at the Home was a part of preparing boys for their potential placements.

When he was around the age of eleven Mason started to become aware of certain things. He was struck by the fact that there were few boys in residence who were over sixteen. The Home was good at helping any boys who did not get a placement and remained at Rockport through high school graduation find a good college or university if they wanted to go that route. It was rare for a boy to stay at the Home after he graduated from the Home’s high school. Those that did usually became part of the staff.

After a while Mason became aware that it was mostly boys in the ages of twelve to sixteen who were getting placements. That explained the small number of older teens. Mason began to look forward to turning twelve and getting a real home.

Some things did change when he turned twelve. One day during the month of his birthday he and the other boys who turned twelve that month were taken to the gym. Mr. Jackson, who supervised Mason’s age group, said to the assembled boys “you’re growing up now, boys. We need to monitor your development – physical, emotional, and scholastic. Right now we need for you to undress completely and line up along that wall.” There was some uncomfortable shuffling of feet at this odd request but it was natural that over the years all the boys had seen each other naked which meant that modesty really was unnecessary by now. In a couple of minutes ten boys had shed their clothes, some more slowly than others. Clothes were placed on a nearby table, then the boys lined up against the wall.

Mr. Jackson looked them over and did some repositioning. When he was done the line moved from boys who had not reached puberty through to those who were well along. Over half the boys were in some early stage of development. Mason was with the immature boys. His testicles had not dropped and he had no pubic or other hair yet. “You boys who have not started puberty have no reason to be embarrassed. You will join the others soon.”

When the boys were lined up, Mr. Jackson said “we will be monitoring your development closely. Every two weeks we will have a session here in the gym to track how you’re doing. Every three months you will receive a full physical exam from Dr. Chilton in order to ascertain more thorough information on your general health and growth.” Some murmurs at this. It was known that older boys did get regular physicals but this was the first information of any kind that these younger boys had been given.

Announcement done, Mr. Jackson started at the immature end, looking more closely at each boy. He had an assistant who had a clipboard and took notes as Mr. Jackson made observations.

“Still wholly immature,” he said after looking at Mason. “But should be watched.”

The next boy was no further along than Mason. About him Mr. Jackson said only “still wholly immature.” The man continued down the line of boys. When he got to the fourth boy Mason heard the man say “testicles dropping.” At the next boy he heard what sounded like “good sized penis.” Beyond that he heard little.

While Mr. Jackson was working his way down the line Dr. Chilton, the staff physician, arrived. “Ah, Doctor, good to see you,” Mr. Jackson said. “As you can see, a good looking group here.”

“Very much so,” Dr. Chilton said as he joined Mr. Jackson, now at the eighth boy. From what Mason could see, they spent more time in front of the last boy, speaking a few words to him, the first time they’d spoken to any boy in the line.

The three men stepped back which made their voices clearer. They were quite unconcerned that they were overheard by the boys. “He should be shown to the Director,” Mr. Jackson said. “He’s a fine specimen and his overall record is very good.”

“I agree. You take him and I’ll finish up with the other boys.”

Mr. Jackson went over to the boy, whose name was Reggie. “Reginald, please come with me.” Reggie moved toward the table with his clothes. “I didn’t say to get dressed.” All the other boys saw Reggie’s blush.

“But, sir. . .” he said.

“Now, now, no arguing. Do as you’re told.” Reluctantly Reggie followed Mr. Jackson out of the gym. Everyone knew he would endure a long walk, naked, to the Director’s office. The boys wondered why the Director needed to see him and why naked, but no one spoke up.

“Well, boys, you’ve all done splendidly,” Dr. Chilton said. What had they done, other than stand there naked? “You’re dismissed. We’ll see you again in two weeks.” There was a bit of a scramble as the boys went after their clothes. Dr. Chilton intercepted Mason.

“From the looks of you, I expect there are good things to come,” he told Mason.

“Thank you, sir,” Mason replied. He had no idea what the Doctor meant but supposed that he should be flattered. He certainly had no idea how to respond.

“I’d like you to come for your physical tomorrow rather than waiting three weeks,” the doctor said. “You’ll be free after lunch so come to my office at two o’clock.”

“Yes, sir,” Mason said. He was released to get dressed.

Back in the dorm area Mason and a couple of his friends tried to make sense of all that had gone on.

“You’d think we were specimens in some experiment,” one boy said. General agreement.

“The doc wants to see me tomorrow. He didn’t say why other than he said he expects there will be something good about me. Whatever that means.”

The chat was interrupted by sounds from a room down the hall, sounds that were unmistakable. A boy was getting spanked. Soon they knew who as Reggie’s voice clearly was crying out with “ow! I’m sorry! I’ll do it! Please stop! Ow! Ow! I’ll do it!” The boys looked at each other. Reggie was known to be a bit feisty but never enough to warrant a spanking. Other discipline always sufficed. Something was going on.

“He must have pissed off the Director,” one boy said. “That doesn’t happen often, but when it does. . .” The sentence didn’t need to be finished. The Director was never brutal but if he gave, or ordered a spanking, it always was a good and thorough one. The noise ended and the boys were aware of Mr. Jackson leaving Reggie’s room. They did their best to appear casual in case Mr. Jackson looked in. He did not.

That night the ten boys who had been together in the gym ate together, including Reggie. Near the end of dinner he said “I’m sorry about what you heard, and I know you heard it.” Nine pairs of eyes looked down at the table. Reggie gave a small smile at that reaction. “Come by my room later.”

It was hard concentrating on homework as everyone wondered what Reggie had to say. About nine-thirty the group gathered in Reggie’s room. It felt quite full.

“The Director told me that they have a placement for me. You probably think I’m weird but I don’t want to leave. I like it here, they treat us well. I have friends here. If I leave I’ll be dumped into a family of strangers and. . . Well, he didn’t say family specifically, but whatever, I would rather stay put.

“I guess I was a bit too strong in saying I wasn’t interested. ‘You will do as you’re told, young man,’ he said in his sternest voice.” All had heard that voice. There were nods of understanding. The Director went on “‘tomorrow you’ll have a thorough physical from Dr. Chilton. It will be more thorough than any you’ve ever had, I’m sure.’ I have no idea what he means by that but I’ll find out. Anyhow, I protested some more and the Director said ‘that’s enough! Mr. Jackson, you are to spank Reginald when you take him back to your room.’ I thought Jackson looked a bit too pleased at that!” Jackson was never sadistic or harsh but over the years the boys learned that he did enjoy giving a good spanking. They always were memorable.

“So, did he tell you anything about the placement?”

“Not really, just that it was a wealthy family that was looking to expand. I thought that was a weird way to put it.” Definite agreement.

“So, like, you aren’t being adopted? That’s weird. What else could it be?” Mason asked. Hearing this, combined with his physical tomorrow (the same day as Reggie’s) gave him some concern.

“I dunno. I guess they’re just being hush-hush about it.” There was nothing more to be said. By lights out at eleven all the boys on the floor were in bed. Mason did lie awake thinking about the day’s events. He decided that there was nothing he could do.

The next day they had the usual morning classes. The nine boys from Reggie’s group were aware that at breakfast he ate quickly and disappeared. “Physical time, I guess,” someone said. Mason felt antsy through lunch.

A few minutes before two he presented himself in the outer office of the medical clinic. Here, too, the receptionist was male, a pleasant young man who was a former resident. The word was that he’d had some “interesting” experiences when he left Rockport. For whatever reason, he returned to the Home and was given a job.

“Ah, Mason,” he said, “good to see you. Dr. Chilton will be right with you.” No sooner had Mason sat down but a door opened and there was the Doctor.

“Mason, do come in, I just finished up with Reginald, so I’m quite ready for you” the Doctor said pleasantly. Mason followed him into the exam room. It sounded to him like the lock was turned in the door once it was shut. “I told you I wanted to do a physical. So, first, please undress completely.” As Mason stripped, the Doctor continued. “As you heard yesterday, when boys turn twelve we begin to monitor their development, particularly physical, closely. Everything we learn goes into a pool of information which helps us understand how teen boys should develop into puberty and physically mature.”

By now Mason had seated himself naked on the exam table. “We are always pleased when we have a boy like you, one who has no signs of puberty but shows every likelihood of becoming a fine specimen of manhood in a few years. We learn a lot from doing a step-by-step analysis. Just relax, everything will be fine.”

The exam proceeded as Mason expected. Blood pressure, eyes, ears, reflexes. He noticed that his temperature had not been taken. That seemed odd.

“Now, I need to do something which no doubt seems unusual to you but is most important for accuracy in gathering information. I’m sure you noticed that I haven’t taken your temperature.” Mason nodded. “Oral thermometers are not as accurate as rectal, so we always use that procedure.” Mason paled slightly. He couldn’t remember ever having a rectal temperature. “It’s nothing to be scared of. Lie on your left side.” Mason did. “Pull your right leg up.” The Doctor helped him position the leg. “Good boy.” The Doctor pulled on a latex glove, then picked up a tube of lubricant and a thermometer. He dabbed some lube on his index finger. “It helps to get the thermometer in if you have a bit of lube.” Mason gasped slightly when the Doctor’s finger made contact with his anus. A bit of the tip of the finger went into him and out right away. “Take a deep breath for me.” Mason did and he felt the slender tube going into him.

“At least two minutes is needed, so just relax. It’s no big deal having the thermometer in you, is it?”

“No, I guess not,” Mason answered. He wasn’t sure how he should answer that question!

While the thermometer was doing its work, the Doctor turned his attention to some other things. Mason was quite sure that it was in his bottom beyond two minutes. He quickly had gotten used to it. It did seem relaxing.

Eventually Dr. Chilton extracted the thermometer. “Perfect temperature. Excellent. While you’re in that position I need to check your prostate. From your records I see that this is your first time. It’s quite simple. I will put my finger into you until I contact your prostate, a small organ that one day will produce your semen. You may feel like you need to pee when I make contact, but not to worry. I’ve never encountered any prostate issues in boys your age but, again, we need to monitor it as you get older.”

The doctor lubricated his finger more thoroughly. “Another deep breath, son, and do your best to relax.” Mason felt the finger really pushing against his sphincter this time. “Just breath, son,” Dr. Chilton said as he slowly and gently inserted his finger. It felt strange, intrusive even. Mason did his best to go with it. Suddenly the finger was all the way in. He sighed.

“Good boy,” Dr. Chilton said. “Here’s your prostate,” he said as he made contact. Mason said “oooh,” but didn’t resist. It was an interesting feeling. “Prostate in perfect order,” the Doctor said.

Instead of pulling out his finger, the Doctor now began a thorough rectal exam. It hurt and felt good at the same time. The exam continued longer than Mason thought should be necessary but he couldn’t know so continued to ride with it as best he could. The finger pulled back and suddenly returned. This time, though, Mason could feel that it was two fingers.

As the two fingers were getting into him, Mason gave some sounds of discomfort. “Easy boy,” the Doctor said as he gently rubbed Mason’s side and back with his free hand. When the fingers were in fully Mason could feel the Doctor separating them, as if trying to open up Mason’s rectum and colon. Why would he do that?

This continued for a while, long enough for Mason to feel a bit uncomfortable with the fingers in him. Finally the Doctor said “good boy,” and removed the fingers. Now Mason missed them! This all was very strange.

“Excellent,” Doctor Chilton said as he pulled off the latex glove. “Just one more thing. Lie on your back, please.” Mason did. The Doctor had saved the genital exam for last. This was quite thorough, too. He reached between the boy’s legs, exploring the area below his balls. Then he gave Mason’s scrotum a lengthy bit of attention. “You’re doing fine with these,” he told the boy at one point. He poked the boy’s scrotum where is undeveloped testicles were hiding. Mason winced.

“Very good. These should develop nicely,” Dr. Chilton said, now stroking Mason’s scrotum. When he released the scrotum he turned his attention to the boy’s immature penis. His penis had not begun to grow so still was small, like a younger boy’s. However, it did respond to the Doctor’s touching and soon was at its full two-and-a-half inches of erection.

“Good, good,” the Doctor said, running his hand all over the penis. “You will have nothing to be ashamed of when you’re fully grown.” The Doctor began to slowly stroke the tiny penis. Mason had played with himself, of course, but it never felt like this. The Doctor showed no sign of stopping so Mason let himself relax into it. Without warning he felt a powerful surge throughout his body. He groaned and spasmed slightly. The stroking continued a bit, keeping Mason breathing hard.

When the Doctor released the boy’s penis he said “that was very good, son. That was what we call a dry orgasm. Your body is mature enough to experience orgasm but you don’t yet produce sperm and semen. Have you experienced that before?”

“No, sir,” Mason replied, still gasping a bit.

“Did you like it?”

“Oh, yes sir!”

The Doctor smiled. “Good. Feel free to do it yourself. I will do it every time you visit here as it is another aspect of maturing that we watch closely. I take it that you have not had any wet spots in your bed.”

“Um, no.” All the boys had learned about wet dreams. Mason hadn’t had one yet so gave it no thought.

“If you do have one before a physical, let me know right away.”

“Oh yes.”

“You’re good to go now. Make an appointment with Alan at reception to be back here in two weeks. I want to follow you more closely than I do the other boys.”

“Thank you, sir.” Again Mason wasn’t sure what to say. He got dressed, made the appointment for a time when classes were over and returned to his room. Now, having time to talk with Alan, he thought something sounded odd about the young man’s voice. Mason gave it no further thought, however.

Back in his room he lay down on his bed, sorting out in his mind all that gone on these two days. Orgasming felt good! He planned to try it on his own before he went to sleep tonight. But why had he been singled out? Had he been chosen for something? Was the Home preparing him for a placement? If so, what kind would need all this monitoring? And what was the deal with Reggie?

At dinner Mason saw a few questioning looks from the other boys who had been with him yesterday but no one asked any questions. When they were leaving the dining room, Reggie found a private moment to say “come to my room if you want to talk.” Mason did want to talk.

When Mason got to Reggie’s room later that evening, Reggie quickly closed the door. Both boys immediately asked the other about his physical. The simultaneous questions got them laughing. “I guess I should go first,” Reggie said.

Reggie’s physical was much the same as Mason’s. “He said that he needs regular sperm and semen samples,” Reggie said after he’d covered the rest of the exam. “He stroked me off into a petri dish. He does a good job,” Reggie added with a chuckle.

“He gave me what he called a ‘dry orgasm,’” Mason told him. “It did feel good.”

“Wait until you really can shoot!” Reggie said.

What Reggie had only barely touched on was the prostate exam.

“So, when he did your prostate did he put in two fingers?” Mason asked. It wasn’t easy to bring up this topic.

“Yes, he did, and it was like he was trying to pull apart my innards.”

“Same for me. I don’t think mine need any expansion.”

“Yeah, I feel the same. It did feel kinda cool when he had one finger in there. How was it for you?”

“The same, I guess,” Mason replied. “He says he needs to check my prostate every visit. How often does he want you to have a physical?”

“Every two weeks.”

“Yeah, me, too.” There was quiet, each boy thinking over what they had discussed.

In the week after the day at the gym every boy had his first physical, then would get quarterly physicals. There was a bit of discussion about what each experienced. Mason and Reggie noticed that nothing was said about rectal exams beyond the prostate check. Apparently for the others, that was a quick affair.

Over the next couple of weeks Reggie was with Dr. Chilton almost every day, which was not what Reggie had been told to expect. He did not get a physical every time but there always a quick check on his “development,” as the Doctor called it. One Friday at the end of the session, Dr. Chilton made a strange announcement. “We’ve been collecting your sperm and semen over a few days. Now we need to go a few days without a check in order to let fluids build up in you. This means you can’t be masturbating. I know you’re a good guy and would do your best to comply but just to make sure, we have this.” Dr. Chilton took something out of a drawer by the exam table.

“This is a chastity cage. I lock it onto your penis and you will not be able to get erect until it is removed. You can pee through it, though sitting to do it is recommended. Otherwise you can do any activity normally.” As he spoke, Dr. Chilton began putting Reggie’s penis into the cage. “I’ll take it off on Tuesday and we’ll see what you’ve stockpiled over the weekend,” the Doctor said with a smile. He was well practiced and the cage went on easily. He locked it in place with a tiny padlock. “I have the key and there is another just in case. That’s that. You can get dressed and go back to your room.”

“Yes, sir.” Reggie was too embarrassed to tell the boys that he was in chastity, not even Mason. He was careful about when he showered, being successful in avoiding others over the weekend. The bathroom had gang showers so hiding was not possible.

Tuesday Reggie felt an enormous sense of relief when Dr. Chilton released his penis. As always happens with a chastity cage, Reggie went to full mast as soon as his penis was freed. “That always happens,” the Doctor said with a smile as he lightly stroked the erection. Reggie certainly had a nice one. “Up on the table and let’s get your sample.” The Doctor gave Reggie the longest stroking he’d ever given. Reggie couldn’t believe that he could hold out that long after four days. When he started to beg for release, Dr. Chilton smiled and said “that’s good.” Release did come soon, though.

“You’re ready,” Dr. Chilton said as he cleaned off Reggie of what little ejaculate had missed the petri dish. “We’ll process this sample, then everything should be in order.” Reggie dressed and left.

At dinner he said to the others “I guess I’m leaving soon. I really don’t want to. You guys are great and I’ll miss you.”

All agreed that they would miss him, too.

By the end of the week Reggie was gone. He promised to write when he could but all thought it likely that he’d be too busy in his new life.

Mason’s exams with Dr. Chilton continued. He also continued to masturbate but Dr. Chilton gave him the best orgasms. Laughingly he told the Doctor that he was becoming addicted.

With a laugh, Dr. Chilton said “that’s to be expected in boys your age. And for quite a few years to come.”

Reggie was missed but life went on. Mason was checked every other week. He began to blossom, which led to his fate.

Mason, Chapter 2


As can happen with boys near puberty, Mason’s hormones suddenly kicked in. He could see that his balls were dropping and that his penis was getting bigger, especially when he was hard. A few pubic hairs showed themselves, as well as hair on other parts of his body. After a few weeks of this at one of his regular appointments with Dr. Chilton he proudly announced that he produced semen when he masturbated.

“Excellent, young man,” the Doctor said. “It will be a while yet before there is useful sperm in the semen but keep going. Did it feel good?”

“Oh, yes! Very!”

“Good. That’s what we like to hear.” The physical was a repeat of all the others except that this time Dr. Chilton could bring Mason to ejaculation. “That looks very good,” he said as he wiped the semen off the boy’s abdomen. “The Director and Mr. Jackson will be delighted with this news.”

In the time since Reggie’s placement and Mason’s first ejaculation, two more boys got placements, one who was fourteen, the other who was sixteen. From what Mason could tell they went through a process like Reggie did. They went willingly to their placements, unlike Reggie. They must be going to good homes, he thought. Since he was aware of all this he did begin to wonder if he was being groomed for a placement, too. Having a family would be quite an adjustment but he felt he could handle it if the time came.

At every physical Dr. Chilton now was taking a semen sample. Mason liked that he was being masturbating during each appointment. “We need to know when you are producing useful sperm.” Mason noticed that the Doctor always used that term. He felt it best not to ask. His guess was that they wanted to be sure he had the potential to add a new generation to a family. He wasn’t far off the mark as he would later discover.

As Rockport was boys only and had no female staff, the boys had little or no acquaintance with the opposite sex. Nearby was another orphanage, The Anna Louisa Home for Girls. When the boys and girls at the respective orphanages were old enough to be getting their schooling at the Homes there were twice yearly dances. The girls were as ignorant of boys as the boys were of girls, so these always were awkward events. The Trustees of each school deemed this an adequate mixing of the sexes. Particularly if there were no signs of romantic or sexual interest between the sexes.

The boys at Rockport did get sex education as part of their science courses. The basics of how babies are made was well covered. There also was mention of homosexuality, transsexuals, and related topics. Subtly, the staff encouraged sexual exploration by the boys with each other. Mason was quite aware of things that went on in his section of the dorms. He was approached on a few occasions but never felt comfortable acting on it. For now, masturbation was satisfying. More so, Dr. Chilton’s handjobs, which seemed only to get better.

As the routine of physicals went on there were some changes. For one, Mason’s penis was measured during each visit. It had been measured all along but that had been only every couple of months or when the Doctor thought he saw some growth.

“Now that you can ejaculate, it is more important that we keep a close eye on your prostate,” Dr. Chilton told Mason during the next appointment after he had ejaculated for the Doctor. These prostate exams were much longer now than his initial times. Mason began to enjoy the feeling of a finger up him and Dr. Chilton knew how to make it feel very good. Part of the prostate exam included the two fingers again, with the feeling that the Doctor was trying to open him up. That never felt as good but Mason became used to it. The Doctor had not told him why this was part of the routine.

The every other week naked lineup still was going on, too. Mason did find it fascinating to see how the other boys were changing and developing. He was aware that he was getting some admiring glances. So far, though, no one in this group had been singled out since he and Reggie had been. When other boys in the Home turned twelve they, in turn, were being gathered in their birthday months, which meant a group of boys every month. Word was that someone among the older boys was deemed appropriate to be taken to the Director. Perhaps another boy leaving.

This all settled into a routine for Mason, along with classes and exercise. Life was good and he did enjoy the Doctor’s attentions.

A year after his first ejaculation, things changed.

At a physical, after Mason was naked but before the physical began, Dr. Chilton said “we’re very pleased with your sperm count now, Mason. In that regard you very much have matured into a young man with useful sperm. I’ve spoken to the Director and he would like to meet with you.” Mason didn’t know what to say, so simply nodded. “Hop down off the table and let’s go.” Mason moved towards his clothes. “No need for those. You can get them later.” This definitely was strange!

Stark naked, Mason was escorted by Dr. Chilton the Director’s suite. Fortunately it was not a long walk. Some staff saw him but no other boys as boys rarely went to this part of the building. The Director, like Dr. Chilton, had a male receptionist, also a young man and quite handsome, Mason thought. In the suite they made their way to the Director’s office. It was huge, with a desk, chairs, a couch, and a day bed. All very plush looking, too. Mason was impressed.

“You’re Mason,” the Director said as Mason and the Doctor entered.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve been hearing good things about you. We have someone who is looking for a boy like you, healthy, in good shape, well mannered, conscientious.” The Director did not add what really was the most important thing, that the boy be fully reproductively ready. “We need to do some things over the next couple of weeks to get you ready and to finalize the agreement. You’ve been excused from classes. Mr. Jackson and especially Dr. Chilton will be taking care of you.” The Director reached out to shake the boy’s hand. Mason extended his, very aware that he was totally naked, shaking hands with a well-dressed adult.

Mason was spending time now with Dr. Chilton every day, mostly in the clinic which was as comprehensive as a good hospital. A fair amount of time was spent testing Mason’s endurance which proved to be strong. The reason for the two-fingered rectal exams became clear as the Doctor was inserting various kinds of plugs into Mason’s rectum, monitoring how the boy responded to them. Mason had no idea why this was important but did not complain.

Then came the day when he, like Reggie had been, was locked into a chastity cage. “No boy or man likes to be restricted by one of these but it is for your own good as we need to check your production over a few days. If that goes well, you’re off to your placement.”

As Reggie had, Mason was mightily relieved to have the cage come off and was fully erect as soon as his penis was free. Dr. Chilton gave him what had been described as an edging, a long, drawn out, masturbation, the climax feeling powerful when it came.

By dinner time the evaluation was finished and Mason was told he’d be leaving the next day. It was a sad dinner as he had to say goodbye to his friends, some of whom he felt quite close to. He tried to focus on what lay ahead.

That night he packed up his few belongings. He was told not to pack clothes, other than what he was wearing, as clothes would be provided for him. Immediately after breakfast Dr. Chilton escorted Mason to the Director’s office. With the director was a man dressed all in black.

“Good morning, Mason. This is John who will be taking you to your new home.”

“You look like a fine young man,” John said as he shook hands with Mason. Mason thought the man’s voice sounded different, at an odd pitch. Suddenly he compared it to Alan’s. They were similar. Odd.

“Pleased to meet you,” Mason said.

“Ah, polite, too,” John said with a smile. “Mason, we have a plane waiting.” Mason’s eyes widened a bit at this. Not at all what he expected. John led Mason out of the building to where a car was waiting. They climbed into the back seat. “All set, Walter,” John said when they were buckled up.

“Yes, sir,” was all that Walter said. His voice sounded normal. Mason didn’t get a good look but Walter seemed to be dressed in a sort of uniform. Maybe he’d get a better look at the airport.

At the airport Walter steered the car into a garage. They unloaded and Walter locked up the garage. Yes, he was wearing some sort of uniform, Mason thought. He was led to private jet.

“You’ll be quite comfortable in here,” John told him as they boarded. The cabin was divided into different areas. There were doors at various points. Mason wondered if they were bedrooms of some sort. He guessed that this airplane had been refitted to be a small flying home.

When they were in the air Mason was startled when the two cabin attendants appeared. A boy and a girl who looked to be in their late teens. What startled Mason was that they were stark naked.

“Would you like a snack or anything,” the boy asked.

“Um, ah. . . no, I guess. . . I’m ok for now.” The naked pair went to the back of the cabin and settled into seats.

Mason looked at John. “Why are they naked?” he whispered.

“The Master likes them naked. Likely you will be, too. I understand you’re a fine specimen. I’d prefer for you to be naked for this trip but the Master wants that to wait until you reach the Estate and he sees you.”

“The Master?”

“You’ll understand in due time.” Now Mason felt a bit worried. Why was he being sent to a “Master”?

Mason had no idea how long the flight was or where they were when they set down but when he exited the plane it was into a warm climate. After a short wait Walter appeared with another car. The two flight attendants, now wearing caftans but apparently nothing else, joined them in the car.

“You’ll like it here,” the girl told him. Nothing more was said.

After about a half-hour drive Mason could see that they were pulling up to a gated entrance. Walter pressed a button in the car and the gate opened. It was another ten minutes before any buildings were in view. There was a grand house with smaller, comfortable looking houses dotted about the property. They did not go to the front door of the main building but around to the side, near the back of the house.

Walter opened the car door for John and Mason. The flight attendants let themselves out on the other side and scampered into the house. “This way,” said John.

Mason gulped when he saw the door they were headed to. Over it was the sign “slave entrance.” Mason felt himself turn pale. Was his placement as a slave? Is that why they were testing him so thoroughly? Is that why there is a “Master.” Was the Rockport Home grooming slaves? He said nothing.

Once inside, John steered him into a room. “Undress. The Doctor will be here in a moment. While we know you’re in perfect condition, the Master wants a final check before you are presented to him.” Slowly Mason undressed. John took his clothes. Mason would not see them again.

Once he was naked John took him into another room, a standard medical exam room. In a moment a man appeared whom John introduced as Dr. Oscar.

“Let’s take a look at you,” the Doctor said, his voice having the same odd quality as John’s. Mason was given a quick but thorough check. It ended with a long rectal exam. The finger was not removed when the Doctor began to masturbate him. If anything, it was being used to add stimulation. Mason produced quite a bit which was scooped up off his belly and into a petri dish. “I’m sure there will be no surprises but we always make sure,” the Doctor said as he finished cleaning the boy.

Nothing more was said. Apparently they were waiting for a signal. The two men chatted quietly. Mason said nothing, just waited patiently.

In a few minutes a door opened and another naked young man came in. He was of medium height, good looking, in nice shape. Mason could not help but notice that the boy had an impressive penis. In contrast, the boy on the airplane had been average. This boy was wearing a leather collar with a nameplate on it that said “Rascal.” “He was, and still is, a rascal,” John said, “so the Master has named him that.” Rascal said nothing. He gestured and Mason and John followed him. Mason could see that the collar looked as if a leash could be attached. He was going from being nervous to feeling scared. This boy had to be a slave! Now he felt sure that that was why he was here. Where John and the Doctor slaves, too? They weren’t wearing collars, however.

After passing through some hallways they were ushered into a large room which appeared to be a study. A middle-aged man was seated at a desk. At the group’s entrance the man stood and came around the desk. “I’m told that you are Mason,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Mason said, stuttering somewhat.

“No need to be scared, young man, you are safe. I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here. It’s very simple. This is my domain. I own land here over the size of the state of Rhode Island. We are self-sufficient and the local government leaves us alone. In order to take care of both this estate and my family I need slaves. You now are one of my slaves. The Rockport School and the Anna Louisa have been fine sources of young slaves, and not only for us. There is more slavery in the world than people know. Technically it is illegal in this country but, as I said, the government leaves us alone.”

Mason was stunned. He felt the blood draining from his face.

“You will not be ill-treated, unless you try to be rebellious or otherwise behave badly. I’m telling you now that punishment here is swift when required.” He turned to John. “He is producing?”

“Yes, sir, quite admirably.”

“Good, good. Have you ever had sex, young man?”

“No, sir.”

“Also good. We prefer our new slaves to be virgins. As to how we will use you here, my son William is fifteen and misses the slave he had for some years. He was an older man who primarily was William’s tutor. As I do with older slaves, I’ve allowed him to essentially retire. It had been my hope that the new boy from Rockport, meaning you, could be William’s slave and I think you’ll do. I have a new tutor coming who will tutor both of you. Unlike many slave owners, I like my slaves to be well educated. It makes for better work and service. Once you are settled we will begin to harvest you. John will explain that to you.”

The Master paused then continued. “You need to understand right away that there is a hierarchy here. My family and I own you, you are our property. You will address me as Master, my wife as Ma’am, and my children as Mister or Miss. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. Any of my paid employees also are Mister or Miss. There also is a hierarchy among the slaves. There are various head slaves, such as John here. Of equal status are slaves who serve me as tutors, doctors, and other positions of management or responsibility. When slaves are moved to this category they are castrated to ensure their loyalty and obedience.” Mason’s face went white. The Master smiled. “No need for fear, boy, you are to remain intact, perhaps for life. At some point, though, whether you have the procedure or not, you will understand that rather than punishment, it is an honor.” Mason couldn’t imagine how that could be but knew better than to say anything.

“Slaves in leadership positions are always to be addressed as Sir or Ma’am. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Slaves on your level, of any age, you may address by name. With anyone other than your peers, you may not speak until spoken to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

The Master gave Mason a long look. “You appear to have good potential, boy. Before I send you off, we need to do this.” The Master went to a cupboard, took a moment to make a decision, then brought out a plain leather collar. As he put it around Mason’s neck he said to John “have a name plate made that says ‘Mason’ and get it attached today.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Slaves who have served me well have fancier collars as a sign of favor. Do well with William and you may get one. Now, John, take him to get livery which suits his complexion. I leave that decision up to you. I will let William know that his new boy is here. Take Mason to him at four o’clock.”

“Yes, Master.”

“What William needs is a companion in his own age group, which is one reason I asked for a boy your age. You always will be William’s slave but I hope that a warm companionship can grow between you.” He paused again. “And one more thing about why I asked the Rockport Home specifically for a boy your age. We’ve had a boy your age here for two years from the Home who has had a difficult time settling.” Mason wondered if it was Reggie. “He is a good kid for the most part but is not always readily obedient. Spankings have helped but not entirely. I’m quite reluctant to take sterner measures with him and it is my hope that having a boy he knows from the Home here will help to settle him. I’ve had him stationed in the children’s wing. Once you’re settled with William we’ll find a way to have you two working in some sort of tandem.” Another pause. “Ah, of course, his name. You may remember him, Reginald.”

Mason gasped. “Yes, Master.”

The Master smiled. “Good. I’m hoping you’ll be good for both of them. You look to be a fine lad. John, he’s all yours.”

“Yes, Master,” John said. The Master returned to his desk and took up his business as if no one were there in the room. “This way, Mason,” John said. He ushered the boy through a door, followed by Rascal.

“Rascal, do you have other assignments today?”

“No, sir. I’m to help you get the new slave settled.”

“Good. You’ll be a great help with the livery.” John took them into a suite with racks of clothes for men and women of all ages. The variety of colors was impressive. “When his slaves have clothes on, The Master wants them to look smart. Most slaves do wear clothes. There are times were nudity is mandatory, most often at times when it helps to ensure obedience, though some family members do like their slaves to be naked. Most outdoor slaves are naked. You will get to know the routines. Rascal, what do you think will be good for this boy?” The two of them looked over various things, occasionally glancing back at Mason to help determine what might look best on him.

“Should we try this light brown, sir?” Rascal asked after a few minutes.

“Yes, that does look good. Get his measurements.” Rascal retrieved a tape measure and took measurements all over Mason’s body, including his genitals. He wrote down the numbers as he went along. When the boy was fully measured, Rascal handed the sheet of figures to John who sorted through the livery in the chosen color.

“I think this will do,” he said as he took down an outfit. “Luigi may need to make some small alterations. Put this on, Mason.”

“Yes, Sir,” Mason said as the clothes were handed to him. There was no underwear of any kind. He opened his mouth to ask why not but quickly shut it before he spoke. He pulled on a pair of pants which felt far more snug than any he’d ever worn. As he was getting into them he saw that the crotch was designed to have a place for his genitals. A sung fit there, too which would show off his goods. The rest of the ensemble was a jacket but no shirt. The jacket fit fairly well. It was designed somewhat like a Bolero jacket in that it did not fully cover his torso, leaving it exposed. He noted that this was not the same uniform as Walter wore.

“Rascal, you’ve done an excellent job!” John congratulated the young man once Mason was dressed. Rascal beamed. “I don’t think we need make any alterations. Come this way, boy.” John led them into another room. It was small and filled with nameplates of all kinds. John took his time selecting one. When he was satisfied at his choice he called out “Dmitri!” A man who appeared to be in his thirties appeared from another room.

“Yes, Sir?”

“This is Mason and this will be his nameplate. It need say only ‘Mason.’ For now he gets a plain font.”

“Yes, Sir, right away, Sir.” They waited less than five minutes. Dmitri returned with the finished nameplate. He took Mason’s collar off and fastened the nameplate to it. “A leash, Sir?” Dmitri asked when he had put the collar back around Mason’s neck.

“Of course. He’s new so nothing longer than four feet.” Dmitri opened a drawer and produced a leather leash which he handed to John.

“Perfect,” John said as he attached the leash. “Now, Mason, before we introduce you to William I will show you your permanent quarters. Every slave has an assigned room in one of the slave houses. I suspect that you will be one of those who rarely uses his room as William likely will want you nearby most of the time.” Mason now was being led by leash, like a dog. They went outside from the back of the main house. Mason saw a group of houses all within easy walking distance from the main house.

“These are the slave houses,” John said. “They have every amenity and the beds are quite comfortable. This house is for newer slaves.” John took them into a house. The living room looked pleasant and comfortable. There were some others in the house, the males dressed in livery similar to Mason’s, all with collars and nameplates. Nothing was said to him, however. Mason was taken upstairs and shown to a room which looked nice to him. “As you see, your few things are here already. You may organize them at another time. Speaking of time, it is almost four o’clock.”

Mason was led by the collar back to the main house and in through the same door. He was quite aware of how snug his livery was and feeling unsure about how comfortable it would be to wear for long periods of time. They passed through a number of hallways, finally arriving at a wing. “This is the children’s wing,” John said. Mason paused, taking it all in. A gentle tug on the leash brought Mason back to the business at hand. They reached a door on which John politely knocked. “Mister William?” he said.

“Coming.” The door opened and a handsome teenager was standing there. Mason guessed that he was about six feet tall. He was well proportioned with light brown, but not blond hair, and dressed like most teens in jeans and a t-shirt. He had a pleasant look about him which Mason hoped was a good sign.

“Mister William, this is Mason, the new slave that your father has assigned to you, should you accept him.” William looked Mason over, noting the name on the collar.

“Please come in,” William said politely. Mason and Rascal stepped into the room. John quietly slipped away. “How old are you, Mason?”

“Fourteen now, Sir.”

“Is he fully developed, Rascal?”

“Yes, Mister William. And all in good working order.”

“Does Father plan to harvest him?”

“The Master said that Mason will begin to be harvested once he is settled in here.”

William took a moment to consider this. “Well, that’s for another time, in any case. Mason, what do you think of your livery?”

“It feels rather tight, Mister William.”

“That’s good,” William replied. “Father likes tight clothing to show off his slaves’ figures, both men and women. As he doesn’t make slaves be naked full time, he makes sure that the packages of men and boys are displayed when covered, as I’m sure you noticed. Everyone will know when you get hard. You’ll get used to it.”

Mention of getting hard did start some growth in Mason.

“I will show you your room now. Follow me.” William took Mason’s leash and led him through the bathroom to a smaller room with only a bed and a bureau. Mason was quite impressed with the bath. He noticed that there was no toilet, which must be in another room. He was aware that Rascal had stayed behind. “Most nights you will sleep with me, however. I don’t like sleeping alone. In the morning you will help me bathe. I think I’ll keep you naked here in the suite.

“Father says there is a new tutor who will work with both of us. I’m sorry that Edward had to retire. He was very special. But it was time. Father will make sure he is comfortable in his old age.”

Mason listened, doing his best to be obedient.

“Since this is your room, this is where your livery will be. I want to see you naked now. You can leave the livery in here. I will let you know when you have to wear it.” Silently Mason undressed. There was an armoire and he hung up the livery in there. He noticed there was some other clothing, more casual. He guessed it all was his size. Maybe he would get to be relaxed sometimes.

William had not let go of the leash and now led Mason back to his own room. Mason looked more closely at the room. William’s bed was large. Mason wasn’t sure if it was queen or king but it easily could sleep more than two.

“Rascal, get the other boy.”

“Yes, Mister William.” Rascal stepped out.

“I named him Rascal,” William said. “He’s a breeded baby so has lived here all his life. When I was five he was given to me to play with. I made him my puppy. He was about ten, I guess. Anyhow, when he sprouted pubes he was given a new assignment but everyone was used to calling him Rascal.” William smiled at the memory. “He’s not always naked but I like him to be because he was always a naked puppy.”

Mason just listened in silence. He didn’t know what William meant by calling Rascal a breeded baby but figured if he waited eventually he’d have things explained. There was a lot to learn, it seemed. Also, he remembered that he was told that the Master had given Rascal the name.

There was a quiet knock on the door. “Come in, Rascal,” William said.

Rascal was leading a naked boy by a leash. A short leash, like his own. It was Reggie, his body shaved smooth. Mason and Reggie just looked at each other, neither knowing how to react.

To be continued

Mason, Chapter 3


“Rascal, take Mason and Reginald into the bedroom so they can talk for a few minutes,” William said. Rascal took both leashes and led the two into what now was being called Mason’s bedroom. He released the leashes and returned to the main room. Both noticed that no doors were closed.

“I’m so glad to see you! Someone I know!” He pulled Mason into an embrace. After a few seconds Mason returned the hug. He was happy to see someone he knew, too.

“There’s so much you need to tell me!” Mason said. “What’s it like here? Why are you shaved?”

Reggie sighed. “It’s been hard for me to adjust to life here. It’s not so much being a slave. No one is overworked, everyone is treated well. But you know I didn’t want to leave Rockport. I was happy there. I had friends. Oh, the other slaves are nice and friendly and there are some boys and girls around our age, but it’s not the same.”

“You didn’t always adjust to life at Rockport,” Mason said with a smile.

“I know, I know. I guess I’m still that way. I’ve said things I shouldn’t. John and another Head Slave think I’m whiny. That’s why I’m shaved. They said if I’m going to whine like a little boy I will look like a little boy. They shave me every two days.”

“Wow,” was all Mason could say.

“I’ve been spanked a few times. More than I ever was at Rockport. But they’re never cruel, though it certainly does hurt.”

“What’s it like here? I only arrived earlier today. I’ve been stripped naked, then given livery. Now I’m naked again. I’ve been told some things but people assume I know more than I do. At least it seems that way.”

“Well, we’re slaves. That means we have to work. I’ve mostly done odd jobs since I got here, helping out with all kinds of things. I’ve done some carpentry, painted a house, sometimes helped in the vegetable gardens, helped in the kitchen. Nothing felt quite right and the Heads could see that I wasn’t finding my place. Apparently The Master specifically requested a boy my age from Rockport to see if that will help me.”

“So here I am,” Mason said.

“Yes, apparently you’re the lucky one. They were threatening to put me on a drug called Puericil which reverses puberty. I’d lose all my body hair and my parts would shrink like a little boy’s. But, they say it also makes boys more obedient and compliant. Apparently Dr. Oscar had a supply but he doesn’t like using it. So, they got you to come here to see if having a friend would help.”

“Wow.” There was a pause. “So, does this mean that Rockport is like a clearing house for young slaves? The Master said something about Rockport and Anna Louise being good sources of youngsters.”

“Yes. I’ve learned a few things. The two Home farm out teens to places all over the world. There’s a lot more slavery than anyone knows, all hush hush. Some places are not pleasant to be at. In many ways slaves here don’t feel different than the family and paid staff, but we know we never can leave.”

Mason just thought quietly for a moment.

Reggie continued. “They assigned me here to the kids’ wing. I didn’t know why until this morning when they said someone new was coming from Rockport. It’s been mostly odd jobs but I have been helping out a bit with the youngest boy, Frederick. He’s eight and can be a handful. He thinks it’s funny when I’m naked and likes to order me out of my clothes. I have no choice. He’s wanted me to be a puppy a few times. Rascal explained that to me as he once was a puppy.”

“Yes, that’s what William said.”

“His parents don’t think it’s funny that he makes be naked so much but he hasn’t stopped. Frederick mostly behaves well for me which satisfies his parents, so I guess I’m having some sort of good influence on him. Besides me he does have a Nanny and a Tutor, so he’s usually under someone’s eye. I help him bathe in the morning.” In a lower voice Reggie said “he always gets hard and makes me play with it. I finally got him to a dry orgasm the other day. That was fun but now he wants it every morning when I bathe him.”

“We’ll be working together, I guess,” Mason said. “I’m glad I’ll have a friend working with me. I guess the brothers are on different schedules so I don’t know how much I’ll see you but we will.”

“I know,” Reggie said, giving Mason another hug. “Your room in the house is near mine, I found out, so that’s cool.”

“Yes, but William says I’m more likely to sleep here. In fact, sleep with him.”

“I’m not surprised” was all Reggie said before Rascal entered the room.

“Mister William wants you back,” he told them. With that he picked up the leashes and took them back to William’s room.

“Did you have a good visit?” William asked.

“Yes, sir,” both replied.

“Good. Father wants all three of you to have an early dinner. After dinner Rascal will take Mason to his house so he can set up his room. Reginald you come back to this wing to the nursery and wait for Frederick. Mason, I will dress myself tonight but in future I’ll be using your assistance most days. Off with you now.”

“Yes, Mr. William,” Rascal said. He took up the two leashes and led the boys down a back staircase. It took them down to the service area of the mansion. Once at the bottom of the stairs Rascal took them into a nice-looking dining room. If the slave dining room looked this good, Mason thought, the formal one for the family must be breathtaking. One difference from a formal dining room is the room had a number of smaller tables, sitting four or six. There already were slaves dining there, male and female, some in uniforms, some naked.

“Folks, this is Mason, the new boy,” Rascal said when they entered. All the slaves said hello, some standing to greet Mason more directly. Mason saw that all had collars with nameplates so he knew he’d not need to memorize names. That was a relief.

Except for the plane trip that morning Mason had never seen a naked girl or woman, other than in photographs and pictures. There were at least four easily in his sightlines, all apparently teens. Once he was seated he got a good look and had an immediate erection. Rascal and Reggie both recognized the telltale blush.

“Not to worry,” said Rascal. “Erections in younger slaves is seen as a good sign.” He did not explain further. Reggie seemed to understand but said nothing. The assurance really didn’t ease Mason’s discomfort. He’d learn that this was true and often would see other teens walking around the estate with erections.

“Depending on their work schedules, slaves more often eat at their own houses. If you eat here it is at assigned times. There is food available here from six a.m. to eleven p.m., but if you have had to miss a meal you must permission to come down here. In most instances it will be granted. Now, dig in.”

The selection of food was enticing and proved to be delicious. There was no limit on what or how much he could eat.

“Not too much dessert,” Rascal said with a wink. Mason laughed, now feeling a bit better.

“Mister William wants you back to his suite after you eat,” Rascal told him. “However, before you go up John wants to talk to you and tell you more about life here. He will have you back before Mister William returns from his dinner. Reggie, you are to go back to the nursery. You may play with toys if you wish until Mister Frederick returns. He’ll need to go to bed right away. I’ll come by and check your shave, not that it appears to need any attention.”

Apparently part of Reggie being a boy again was that he was expected to play with Frederick’s toys. “I hope I can help him break away from that,” Mason thought.

“See you later,” Reggie said as he left. Mason gasped slightly when he saw that Reggie was hard, too. Was that deliberate to show some solidarity? No one else in the room showed any indication of noticing.

“Ready?” Rascal asked Mason.

“I guess so.” Rascal took the leash and led Mason to a room with a sofa and some comfortable looking chairs. John was waiting for him and stood when they entered.

“Good evening, Mason. I hope things are going well for you so far. I see that Mr. William divested you of your livery. I’m not surprised. However, we’ll see to it that you’re dressed when you should be. When and how often that is will be sorted out as you get settled here. Please, sit down.” John gestured toward a chair.

“Thank you, sir,” Mason said as he sat.

“I hope your experience has been good so far.”

“Ah, yes, Sir.” Mason wasn’t sure what else to say.

“There are many things to learn about life here. Likely you won’t remember everything you’re told today, which is fine. For now, the most important to remember is that except with your peer slaves you don’t speak until spoken to. That includes head slaves, such as I am.”

“Yes, sir,” Mason said, picking up that John was giving him a moment to reply.

“The Master is addressed as Master and Sir. His wife as Mistress or Ma’am. The children by Mister and Miss, followed by their first names. You’ve already experienced this with Mister William.”

John continued. “One of the things we do here is harvest sperm from the young men whose sperm is strong and of high quality. This is used to impregnant teen girl slaves. This way we keep the population stable.” Mason was looking at John quite wide-eyed. “We will check your sperm again after you’ve been here for a week, so that’s next Wednesday. You’ll be taken to the medical area, which you’ve already seen, for a sperm sample. If it continues to be useful on Friday you’ll be taken to the milking room in the harvesting building. There your penis will be attached to a machine which will simulate masturbation. When you ejaculate, the machine will collect the sperm and put it into a container which will be stored in the deep freeze until needed.”

The look on Mason’s face was one John had seen on many young slaves. “Not to worry, my boy, it is not an unpleasant process. Most boys find the machine’s technique rather enjoyable,” he added with a smile. “When a fertile teen girl is at her reproductive time of the month prepared sperm will be administered with the hope of producing a pregnancy. There also is the Fertility Ceremony for slaves who have turned eighteen. You will see it one day and I expect eventually you’ll participate in it at least once. It is a high honor for young slaves.”

Mason stayed quiet. He had not been told to speak.

There was more. “Over time you will see small children here. They are the children of slaves. I have two sons of my own who you will meet.” Mason gaped in wonder. John smiled. “I know it can be confusing. Obviously you figured out that I have had the procedure. I came to the Estate when I was twelve, already potent. I was here primarily for harvesting. As such I worked with slaves in clerical and supervisory jobs, along with some of the paid employees. For a number of years when I was a teen I was harvested regularly. When I turned thirty The Master, who had been watching my development, said that I was ready for a position of responsibility. It was a high honor. It may surprise you, but I willingly undertook the procedure. Dr. Oscar is skilled and it went perfectly. I was given three months to recover and adjust to my new condition.”

There was a pause to let Mason think about what he just had been told. “Now,” John broke the silence after a few minutes, “we also export the best sperm to other Estates with slaves to help them when needed. Likely I have children I never will know about.

“We have a nursery for newborns but for the most part, though, when babies are old enough to walk, that is two years old, we send the boys to Rockport and the girls to Anna Louise. There are a couple of other Homes but they prefer children from other Estates. Not all children at those Homes will become slaves. As you know some go on to college. Others go into trades. Their genetic information is known if it ever is needed but otherwise is kept in the strictest secrecy.” A pause.

“Now, the important thing for you to know. You were born here.” Mason gasped. “Yes, your parents were slaves who were carefully matched. Reginald is the same. Rascal is one of the few who grew up here. All three of you are breeded babies. That is, your parents had sexual intercourse rather than artificial insemination. All three of you are the products of particularly memorable Fertility Ceremonies. Both you and Reginald were sent to Rockport with the hope that you would prove to be the type of boy we want here. So, in short, welcome home.”

“Ah. . . I. . .” Mason couldn’t say anything.

“It’s fine, boy. It’s a lot of take in. You’ll be fine. There is something else I need to touch on which is discipline here. Never forget that you are a slave. The family owns you in the same way that they own this property. You accept the jobs you are given and follow whatever orders go with those jobs. In other words, full obedience. You’ll get used to your role and find that obedience is not difficult.

“At times, alas, slaves need to be disciplined. There is no whipping or other sorts of damaging things but we do use corporal punishment. With you younger boys and girls a bare bottom spanking is the usual punishment. As you see with Reginald, sometimes discipline has to be a bit more creative. Hand spankings are the preferred technique but the discipline cabin is well supplied with paddles, hairbrushes, and other things which make a bottom very sore.”

Mason now looked quite nervous. “Don’t worry,” John said. “You appear to be a boy who will serve properly. When Rascal takes you around the grounds over the next few days he will show you the discipline cabin. And other buildings, of course,” he added with a smile.

“Before you go back to Mister William’s room I will allay your fears about the procedure.” Mason knew the euphemism by now. “The possibility of you being considered for it will not be for at least ten years. As you know, it is part of being elevated to certain positions of responsibility. There is no shame in not being given such a position. There are many ways to do good work here as you get older. The Master does reserve the right to castrate any male slave who cannot be controlled by other means. This has never happened and The Master expects never to use it. An advantage of breeding our own slaves is that we can use boys and girls whose behavior is of the proper quality.

“I hope this hasn’t been too much for you. You’ll be hearing most of it again as you go through life here so not remembering everything I said to you tonight is nothing you should fret about.” John stood and went to the door. “Richard, we’re ready for you.” A boy who appeared to be about ten came into the room. “This is my older son, Richard. He knows the mansion and will take you back to Mister William’s room. Wait there for Mister William and be ready to follow his orders. Good night, Mason, and welcome to the Estate.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Mason replied. It made him a bit uncomfortable that Richard was using the leash but he knew better already than to comment, let alone protest. Richard had a collar and nameplate which both were quite elegant. As John’s son he must be quite special.

When they were out of John’s hearing, Richard started chattering away. “You’ll like Mr. William, he’s fun. Sometimes I’m his puppy, which I love. We romp around outside and I do puppy things. He has me lie on my back and he rubs my tummy and makes me hard. I love being hard. When I start growing hairs I won’t be allowed to be a puppy anymore. I can’t shave and try to pretend to be young because I’ll be punished for that. You’ll find out someday about the Discipline Master. He’s the only other one here allowed to be called Master. When he spanks you know you’ve been spanked, that’s for sure! Mister William might make you play puppy when you’re alone in his room and no one knows about it. He loves having a puppy. I’ll be sad when I can’t anymore. If The Master finds out that he makes older boys play puppy he is punished, so be careful when you do.” Another unsettling revelation.

By now they were at William’s suite. Richard let Mason into the room, releasing his leash, then shutting the door, leaving Mason alone. He wasn’t sure if he should wait in this room or could go to the room he’d been assigned. He did some exploring. The toilet did have its own room, hardly a small one. He looked around the bathroom. There were two sinks, one obviously for the young master. Mason saw no reason to be dissatisfied with the one that he assumed would be his.

Of great interest was the sunken bathtub. It was huge! Mason guessed that five boys easily could fit into it. It looked like it was fairly deep, too. All sorts of things for the bath surrounding it on shelves. Different soaps, Epsom salts, something which Mason guessed was bubble bath. He wondered if he’d be allowed in the tub.

Exploration of the bathroom done, Mason returned to William’s room. He looked at the chairs. One looked to him to be appropriate for a slave. He made himself comfortable. It was a nice chair. He’d be happy with it if it was for his use.

Eventually he heard someone at the door. It seemed wisest to stand and wait. William entered, shut the door, and locked it.

“Have you had a good evening, Mason? Learn a lot?”

“Yes, Mister William, Sir, but I’m sure there is more to learn.”

“Oh, I know there is,” William responded with a smile. “You address me as William or as Sir but you don’t have to use both. In fact, I don’t like it. Save the Mister for when I’m with my family.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“My dinner was excellent as always,” William told Mason. While he was generally a good kid, he had grown up with slaves and automatically considered any slave to be as interested in his own life as he was. “My sister Lizzie misbehaved a bit and she has to stay in her room all day tomorrow. Father might have Rascal spank her, too. It’s fun watching her bare bottom turn red.”

Mason doubted that Elizabeth thought it was fun. Would William have the same attitude toward his personal slave?

“Now, help me with my clothes, Mason,” William. Mason wasn’t sure what this would entail but stepped up to the boy. “Mason, hm,” William mused. “I need a nickname for you. Masey? I don’t think so. Well, I’ll sleep on it.” William was wearing a dinner jacket which he removed and handed to Mason. “I’ll tell you what to do when I’m ready,” William said.

“Yes, Mister William.” William took off his shoes and socks which he placed by the bed. Next he took off his trousers, revealing a pair of gaudy briefs which looked well filled. He handed the trousers to Mason. “Hang those up on the brown hanger in the armoire,” William ordered. Mason did as told.

While he hung up the clothes William was unbuttoning his shirt. When he removed it he handed it to Mason. “That goes in the hamper in that room,” he said, pointing to a door. Mason opened the door to find a room full of linens and towels on shelves, with a large hamper clearly to be used for laundry. Mason returned, closing the door behind him, to receive further orders. William was in his t-shirt and briefs.

“Good job, boy. Keep this up and you’ll be a fine slave. You seem very likable.”

“I try, Sir.”

“Of course you do. I know you had a meeting with John. Over the next few weeks you’ll be learning who the castrated slaves are. They command your respect, as I’m sure you’ve been told.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you meet Richard?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“He’s cute. He’s my puppy sometimes but we only can play outside. Boys who have begun puberty are not allowed to be puppies or other pets, which I think is unfair.” He had sat on the edge of the bed. Mason remained standing. “Sometimes when I know I have the privacy I like to have a puppy but it means being careful about who I select. You will be with me a lot of the time and usually sleeping here. I think you’ll make a good puppy sometimes.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Mason had no idea how else to respond to that.

“Let’s see how you do. Down on all fours, puppy.” Mason obeyed. William looked him over, then knelt by Mason’s head. “Who’s a good little puppy?” he asked in a little boy voice. He scratched behind Mason’s ears, like he would a dog. “Speak, puppy!”

Feeling unsure, Mason did his best to give out with a good “Arf!”

“Oooh, you are my good little puppy,” William said, hugging Mason’s head. “Roll over, boy!” Mason obeyed. He didn’t put his arms and legs down, hoping he looked properly like a dog. “Does puppy like his tummy rubbed?” William continued in the baby voice. Mason made what he hoped was a contented growl. “Ooooh, he does!” William started to rub Mason’s abdomen the way one does a dog’s. After rubbing for a bit, which Mason admitted to himself did feel good, William began some teasing with his fingers. As he hoped, Mason became hard.

“My, my, very impressive,” William, returning to his own voice. “I can see why they want to harvest you. I’d love to see what you produce but for now your supply has to be saved. Get up.” Mason did, then stood to wait.

William said nothing once Mason was up. He left the room, returning about a minute later. “Freddie is asleep so Rascal is free to join us,” William said. He was leading Rascal by the leash. Rascal still was naked.

When the door was closed, William removed the rest of his clothing. He handed the t-shirt and briefs to Mason. “You know where those go.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mason took them to the hamper. When he turned back William already was lying on the bed, playing with his uncut penis. It wasn’t big when soft and Mason would find out that it wasn’t all that big when hard, but it certainly was of a nice size and enjoyable to look at. Mason of course had checked out other boys at the Home and he knew he’d been checked out. But he was assessing William more thoroughly than he ever had. Well, the boy was his master.

It didn’t take William long to make himself hard. “Rascal, show Mason how you suck my cock.”

“Yes, Mr. William.” Rascal positioned himself and slowly went down on the boy. He took his time, using his tongue to tease. He’d been sucking William ever since William was mature enough to produce. Over the years he had developed different techniques, including edging with his mouth. He knew he shouldn’t edge too long this time, so this was mostly tongue work.

Rascal never ventured an opinion on sucking the young Master but he did enjoy how William responded to him. When William was well primed he would start making all sorts of moans and groans of the type that inspired cocksuckers. Rascal was no exception. Knowing that this was a demonstration he skillfully brought the boy to climax, always a noisy affair.

William never praised a slave who sucked him off. “Did you get a good look Mason?”

“I think so, Sir.”

“I’ll be testing you tomorrow night. I’m tired. Rascal, you need to be sure that Reginald is up in time to take care of Freddie in the morning, so you’d best get to bed. Is Reginald in bed already?”

“Yes, Sir. I think he fell asleep as soon as Mister Frederick did.”

“Alright, you may leave.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Rascal left, closing the door behind him.

“I sleep on this side,” William said, indicating where he already was on the bed. “You will wait for me to fall asleep, then you will get into the other side of the bed. You aren’t to be too close but close enough that I can feel you if I reach out. I want to be sure that my slave is in the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You may wait in the chair. I will get ready for bed, then you may use the bathroom. Everything you need is there. Since I was sucked now I won’t need it in the morning but you should always be prepared to take care of that need. I’ll train you in what you do to bathe me.” With that William went into the bathroom. He didn’t shut the door. Mason sat in the chair. He was able to watch everything William did. The boy did preen a bit. He spent time washing his genitals. He looked to be assessing his pubic hairs in the mirror. Mason suspected that he might trim. Likely another duty for a slave.

Done in the bathroom, William emerged. “You go in.”

“Yes, Mister William.” Mason didn’t need much time. When he returned William was in bed.

Sounding tired William said “most nights I like to read but I’m tired tonight. You won’t have to wait long to get into bed this time but you always have to wait for me to be asleep before you get in, regardless of how late.”

“Yes, Mister William.”

William really must have been tired and very quickly his breathing was steady. Mason wasn’t sure but decided that he should turn off lights, which he did. He couldn’t believe how good this bed felt! Maybe he was having some good luck here. He’d never slept in a bed like this anywhere else.

It was William putting his arm over Mason that woke him up. “I need to pee,” William announced. He got out of bed and disappeared into the toilet. He was in there for a while. Mason felt awake when William returned. “Get in there for your pee. Don’t shut the door.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mason wasn’t shy about peeing but this did seem a bit weird and uncomfortable. He managed to empty his bladder.

When he returned William was waiting by the bathroom door. “Time that you learn how to bathe your Master.”

Mason had no idea what to expect but followed dutifully.


To be continued