By brhmsj
Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[8,248 words]
* * * * *Mason, Chapter 4
Things were moving fast Mason thought as he followed William into the
bathroom. He didn’t hear anyone come in but Rascal had joined them.
“Did you get Reginald squared away?” William asked Rascal.
“Yes, Mister William.”
“Good. Now, show Mason my morning routine.”
“Yes, Sir.” Rascal went over to the tub and turned on the taps. “First
you need to get the water at the right temperature. Feel this,” he said
when the right temperature had been reached. Mason thought it felt
good. “Close the plug so the tub can fill up. Mister William likes
these bubbles in the morning.” Rascal poured solution into the tub. It
seemed like a lot to Mason. The tub certainly did explode in bubbles.
“Ready, Sir, for your bath,” Rascal told William. It was a rare time
when a slave could speak first.
“Ah, perfect,” William said as
he settled in. “I’ll talk Mason through the washing but you need to be
here in case he needs any help,” William told Rascal. “Mason, into the
tub.” Mason got in. By now William was reclining which made Mason feel
like he was towering over his young Master. “Just sit down for a while
and enjoy the water.” Mason did. The tub was designed to allow for
sitting and lying down.
William splashed around for a while,
then stood. “Time for you to wash me. Rascal, hand him the sponge and
soap.” Rascal handed Mason a soft bath sponge and a bar of soap. “Soap
it up,” William commanded. Mason did as best he could. “Start with my
chest.” Mason started the process. Willliam had an order he required
and gave Mason instructions, eventually getting his entire body washed,
including a shampoo.
“Now, my cock and balls,” William said
when the rest of him had been washed. Mason nervously started to apply
the sponge to William’s penis. “No, not the sponge,” William said. “Use
your hand.” Mason blushed deeply. He knew he had no choice, though. He
soaped up his hands and took hold of William’s flaccid penis. He’d
never done this to another boy. Mason could feel William getting hard.
He moved down to the boy’s balls, washing thoroughly. “Get under my
foreskin,” William told him. Mason returned to William’s erection.
“Keep going, we need to be thorough.”
Mason realized that
what really was happening was that he was masturbating the older boy.
He wasn’t told to stop, so he continued, adjusting his hand at times to
keep up the illusion of washing. After a few minutes of this he felt
William stiffen. His penis got harder. With a groan, the boy shot,
splashing his semen into the bubbly water. He fell back against Mason
who held him up.
“Good job,” said Rascal. “You’ll do well.”
“Yes, he will. You learn fast, Mason. Rascal, I need a nickname for this boy. Masey is out.”
“Might I suggest Matey as he is to be your companion?”
“Let me think about it. That does sound good.” Mason was not consulted
on how he felt about it. William got out of the tub. “Dry me,” he
ordered Mason, who obeyed. It felt good running the towel over the
boy’s body. William seemed happy.
“Excuse me, Mr. William, but
I’ve been given instructions that I am to take Mason to John for
further orientation of the Estate.”
“That’s fine, Rascal.
Father has some things he wants me to do today. Not that I’m interested
in doing them. After today, though, you will assist me in dressing,
Matey.” Mason nodded as Rascal was speaking now.
No, Sir, I’m
sure.” Rascal knew William well. “Mason, put on your livery and we can
go.” Mason was glad that he’d be dressed if they left the mansion but
wasn’t happy with the tight clothing. He knew he had no choice. Quickly
he was in his room, dressed, and went back to go with Rascal who
attached Mason’s leash to his collar.
Racal led him by the
leash down the slave stairs. Slaves of both sexes and all ages were
busy with various things. All the kitchen staff were clothed but others
were not. This was an interesting place. Rascal took Mason to John’s
office.
“Ah, Mason, good to see you,” John said as he stood
and came around from behind his desk. “We need to take you around the
Estate. There are things you will need to know about even though your
duties are mostly inside with Mister William. Come along.” John led
Mason and Rascal out through the slave entrance.
“As you
noticed yesterday, there are a number of small houses for the slaves.
Some do sleep in the mansion, too.” He was gesturing toward a compound
of what appeared to be a half-dozen houses. Mason already been taken to
the one in which he had his quarters but now he could get a better look
at the compound. A well-tended path took them around one side of the
compound to a small building. “This is the Discipline Cabin,” John
informed Mason. He opened the door and ushered the two younger slaves
inside.
Mason had no idea what to expect when he was told
about the Cabin yesterday. It was an immense relief to see that it was
not a torture chamber from the time of Henry VIII. The implements he
saw were paddles of all shapes and sizes, along with hair and bath
brushes. There were some devices that he guessed were for restraining
someone being punished.
From another room the Discipline
Master appeared. He was pleasant looking, hardly fearsome. Mason
guessed in his thirties. “John, good to see you,” he said. “Rascal,
you’re not in trouble again are you?” he added with a grin. From
Rascal’s reaction, it seemed that this was a joke between them. Mason
couldn’t judge from his voice if the Discipline Master had undergone
the Procedure for this position.
“No, sir. This is Mason, a new slave, and we’re showing him the Estate. For now he is Mister William’s slave and companion.”
“Nice to meet you, Mason. I’ve heard about you. I hope I won’t see you in here often.”
“I hope not, Sir,” Mason replied.
“As you see, we have paddles and brushes for every need or occasion.
There are various types of restraints but my preference is the good
old-fashioned over the lap spanking, administering the punishment with
my hand and, of course, an implement. For the most part the Master lets
me determine what is needed but he is known to instruct me on what he
wants done. You notice there are no canes or whips. The Master wants
punishment to hurt and be memorable but not violent or brutal. I take
pride in the spankings I give.”
“Yes, Sir,” was all Mason
could think to say. For some reason this talk of punishment was making
him hard which he knew was quite obvious to anyone looking at him. He
did notice the Discipline Master glance at his crotch and give a small
smile.
“I see we have a boy who may be eager for some time over my lap,” the Master said, causing Mason to blush deeply.
John chuckled. “So many do seem eager for it when they first arrive.
Mason, it usually takes only one spanking from the Discipline Master to
cure that.” Mason didn’t doubt that! Over time he would learn that some
slaves did find discipline exciting. The Discipline Master knew well
how to satisfy them outside of his discipline duties.
“Thank
you for your time,” John said. Back outside he pointed to some more
distant buildings. “We have food storage for the kitchen there. On the
property is a full working farm where we grow all our vegetables and
keep our livestock. All the food you eat here comes from that farm.
It’s about ten miles away as the Master feels it should be separate
from the main part of the Estate.” He led them over to a small open
car. “Get in, it’s time for you to see the clinic.” When everyone was
in John steered the car away from the main grounds.
After
about ten minutes they pulled up to a small complex. “This is the
clinic where we do the harvesting and storage of the sperm from our
young slaves. You won’t be harvested until you’ve been here three full
days. When the process starts you will be brought here every three days
to make your deposit. The clinicians will draw from you as long as they
see fit though after about six months they usually have enough. Of
course they can use you again at any time until you turn twenty. Then
other decisions will be made regarding you.” Meaning castration?
John took them inside to a reception area, Rascal again leading Mason
by the leash. A young woman in a nurse’s uniform greeted them. “Elaine,
this is Mason, whom we told you about.”
“Nice to meet you, young man,” Elaine said.
“Nice to meet you,” Mason replied.
“We have his regimen organized and will be ready to start on Friday.
Bring him up after he finishes his morning duties.” Elaine told Rascal.
This would be Rascal’s responsibility, a duty he’d had with other young
male slaves. “That will not be a problem,” Rascal told the nurse.
That settled, Elaine escorted them through a door into the harvesting
room. “As you see, we have a boy here now, so you get to see how it
works.” A standing boy was strapped against some sort of machine, which
hummed as it worked. A technician was seated nearby. The boy showed
signs of enjoying whatever was being done to him. Elaine chatted
quietly with John and Rascal, allowing Mason to see the process. After
a few minutes the boy started to moan as if he were nearing orgasm. Not
long after that he let out a long groan. Had he ejaculated into that
machine? His apparent orgasm done, the machine did not stop. The boy
twitched and yelped in apparent post-orgasm shocks as the machine kept
going.
When the boy seemed spent, the technician flipped a
switch. He went up to the boy and started to undo the straps. “Good
work,” Mason heard him say. “You always give us a good supply.” He
helped the boy over to a bed and let him lie down.
“You’ll want time to recover after your harvesting,” Elaine told Mason.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, again unsure of what he should say.
“Are you showing him the farm today?” she asked John.
“Not today but there will be a field trip at some point. It’s good for
the younger ones to see the farm and be in nature with the animals.
Thank you for your time. We need to get this boy back to his duties.”
I’m looking forward to seeing you on Friday, Mason,” Elaine said as they were leaving.
“Yes, ma’am.” As they rode back Mason wondered what exactly John meant
by being in nature with the animals. Would he be put out to pasture
like a farm animal?
By the time they returned to the mansion
it was lunchtime. Rather than dine with the other slaves, lunch was
brought to them in John’s office. Mason noticed that Rascal hooked his
leash to the chair was seated in.
“No slave has ever avoided a
visit to the Discipline Cabin,” John told Mason as they were eating.
Mason gulped. “I have a feeling that you won’t visit often but sooner
or later something happens to warrant some time with the Discipline
Master. Rascal has spent time there.”
With a grin Rascal said
“you didn’t see the small cell in the other room. I’ve spent a couple
of nights there. I make sure I don’t go back!” Mason didn’t like the
sound of that.
“A great honor is given you by being chosen for
harvesting,” John continued. “Likely you will father children here and
in other slave holdings around the world. Careful records are kept so
that there is no inbreeding.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mister
William is getting a new tutor. He is Marcel, a man from France. Due to
some unfortunate circumstances he had to flee his country. Fortunately,
though, for him and for us he was willing to go into slavery.
Effectively he has disappeared from the world and is quite safe here.
Given that he has a position of trust he was required to have the
Procedure done, which he did gladly, as he understands that he is in a
role of honor and responsibility. He recovered well and has been
getting instructions on his duties and setting up a course of study
with the Master. You will meet him and start instruction next Monday.
Part of your job will be helping Mister William with his studies and
keeping him well focused on the work. Marcel regularly will report on
the behavior of both of you to the Master.” Mason nodded, trying to
make sure he understood everything.
“On harvesting days you
and William have the morning off from classes. William will be given
other things to occupy him. No doubt he’ll want to know all about your
visits to the clinic. The Master does not allow his relatives to be
harvested so William is a bit jealous of the slaves that have that
privilege.”
Conversation through the rest of lunch was on
other things. When they were done, John said “I have work to do and you
need to get back to Mister William. Rascal, make sure Mason is settled
and then report back here. I have some things for you to do.”
“Yes, Sir,” Rascal replied. He often was assigned odd jobs and
projects. He enjoyed being used that way. He most enjoyed the jobs
which let him work naked outdoors. He unhooked Mason’s leash and led
him back to the children’s area.
Back in William’s suite Mason
and Rascal discovered that their young master was not there. “You have
time to relax, then,” Rascal told Mason. “You can use your room. Put
your livery away properly.” The message was clear that Mason was
expected to be naked. “See you soon,” Rascal said, giving Mason a light
swat to his bottom as he unhooked the leash and handed it to Mason to
put away. Both smiled. Rascal left and Mason went into his own room.
Will I ever sleep in here, he wondered as he undressed. Livery put away
he relaxed on the bed. He hoped the tutor would assign some interesting
books. He did enjoy reading and it would be nice to have a book right
now.
He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew was
that William was snapping a leash onto his collar and saying “where’s
my little puppy dog?” Mason wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t have to
wait long. William pulled on the leash, drawing Mason off the bed.
“Puppies don’t walk on their hind legs,” he admonished. William got
down on hands and knees and let himself be led by the leash into
William’s room.
“Did puppy have a good morning?” Mason gave
what he hoped sounded like a contented “grr”. William seemed satisfied.
“Roll over!” Mason rolled on his back, doing his best to put his arms
and legs in a puppy-like position. William started rubbing and tickling
his tummy. Mason couldn’t help but laugh as he squirmed from the
tickling. “Oooooh, puppy likes being tickled,” William said as he
continued. He switched to rubbing Mason’s tummy, inducing an erection
as he had yesterday.
In his own voice William said “the
harvesters are going to love what you’ve got” as he put his hand around
Mason’s erection. “Don’t worry, I’ll save your supply.” He took his
hand away. “We get the new tutor on Monday. I hope he’s not boring.”
“He sounds good to me,” Mason offered. The puppy time seemed to be over.
“Well, we’ll see, won’t we?”
Mason waited to find out if indeed he was allowed to return to being a slave boy rather than a puppy.
“You may get up,” William told him. “We have some time before dinner
which is good as it lets me tell you about my needs and how I expect
you to take care of them.” He went over to a walk-in closet. “My
clothes are all in here,” he said as he opened the door. “Most days I
will tell you in the evening what I wish to wear the next day. Before
you go to bed you will get those clothes ready for the morning. In the
morning after you help me bathe you will help me dress. You’ll get the
idea as we go along.”
“Yes, Mister William.”
Now
William opened some drawers. “My undergarments and socks are in these
drawers. I like different briefs for different occasions. Over time
you’ll learn my preferences. As you know, I prefer to sleep naked but
there are times when nightwear is needed. That is in here,” he said as
he opened a drawer. “Over here are my robes which I will want some
mornings. I’d prefer to wear just a robe to breakfast but Father won’t
allow it. We all must be dressed appropriately.”
With that he
led Mason back into the room. “The schoolroom is next door.” He opened
the door to a room Mason had not seen yet and led the boy in. “Desks
for us, next to each other with all our supplies at hand.” The desks
were small but quite good looking, Mason thought. A larger desk was
near one wall. “That is the tutor’s desk,” William told him. Mason had
guessed that it was for the tutor.
“Books here, as you see.”
William indicated shelves, some of which already were full. “We’ll
spend more time here than I’d like but I have no say in the matter. It
will be deadly if this Marcel is a big bore.” Mason said nothing. “So
Monday we start with him. I understand that Friday will be your first
harvesting. Lucky you.”
“Yes, Mister William.”
“As
you see, I have my computer over there,” he gestured toward a desk near
a window. “I’m allowed time to play video games. If I’m doing work or
research I can use it as long as needed. I have some things I want to
do now. You will sit there and keep me company.” William pointed to a
chair which looked comfortable, for which Mason was grateful. He
suspected that he might be sitting, quietly, in it for some time yet.
He was correct. Once William had his computer going he seemed to forget
that Mason was with him.
At six o’clock a knock was heard on
the main door of the suite. “See who that is,” William ordered. Mason
went into the other room and opened the door. It was Rascal.
“Time for your dinner, Mason. You have to be back here at seven o’clock to get Mister William ready for his dinner.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Rascal went to the door of the classroom. “Excuse me, Mister William.”
Rascal was a slave who was allowed to speak first under certain
circumstances. “It is time for Mason’s dinner. He will return at seven
to dress you for your dinner.”
“Yes, yes,” William replied, not wanting to be distracted from his computer.
As they headed to the slave dining room, Rascal told him “Likely you
will need to get him away from the computer when you return. The Master
expects his children at dinner promptly at seven-thirty and both the
child and their slave are held responsible.”
Fortunately
William was waiting for Mason’s return. “I require black pants, a light
blue shirt, and a grey jacket,” he said, putting on a pompous tone.
There was a plentiful selection of these items so Mason had no trouble
supplying them. “Get the black briefs. What socks do I want tonight?
Father allows me to be a bit outré with my socks.” He went to the sock
drawer and selected for himself. A rather loud pair of socks, Mason
thought.
“Get me out of these things,” William ordered. He was
wearing a polo shirt so all Mason had to do was pull it over the boy’s
head and off. Without being told he undid William’s belt, unbuttoned
the fly, lowered the zipper, and pulled William’s jeans down and off.
Next he helped with socks. He hesitated slightly as William was now in
just his briefs. He knew what he had to do and quickly William was
naked.
“Not bad for the first time,” William told Mason. “Now,
let’s get the dinner clothes on me.” Mason helped him step into the
briefs. It was clear that he was to pull them up rather than William
doing it for himself. “Get my cock and balls well placed,” he told
Mason as the boy got the briefs in position. He did what he thought was
needed, which meant handling William’s genitals. There was no question
now that he’d be doing that a lot. Well, William did have a nice
package, Mason admitted to himself.
A t-shirt, then the dress shirt, then pants, and socks. William found his own shoes. “Do you know how to tie a tie, Matey?”
“Not really, Sir.”
“You’ll get the hang of it.” William patiently showed Mason how it was
done. “We’ll work on this tomorrow. Now I have to leave. You may wait
in your room. Stay naked.” With that William left.
Mason lay
down on his bed and contemplated all that had gone on in a short time.
His feeling was that as long as he was treated nicely he probably could
comply with whatever he was told to do and adapt to life as a slave.
He’d never been intimate physically with anyone, boy or girl. It was
assumed that he’d be servicing William sexually in addition to his
other duties. This would be the hardest adjustment, he thought. Then he
remembered last night and Rascal sucking off William with the clear
implication that this would become William’s job.
Mason did not fall asleep this time. He heard the door opening and quickly went to the other room.
“Ah, Matey, good boy,” William said when he saw Mason. “Time to get me
out of these clothes. Dinner was a real strain. I’m supposed to be the
properly behave eldest son while those other three carry on like wild
people.” Mason suspected that this was not quite the truth but ventured
no opinion. Rather he helped William remove his tie, take off the
jacket, then undid the boy’s shirt. The shirt came off, followed by the
t-shirt. William sat for removal of his shoes and socks, then stood for
Mason to do the final removal, pants and briefs. “The pants and shoes
go back in the closet, everything else in the hamper. You know where
that is.”
“Yes, Mister William,” Mason replied. Mason put the
appropriate clothes into the hamper, followed by hanging up pants and
jacket.
“It feels good to be naked! I like being naked, Matey,
always have. That’s one reason I want you naked most of the time.”
Mason nodded. “I wish Father would let me do more things naked but he
says that’s for the slaves. He won’t let me do lessons naked. He says I
have to be properly dressed. Maybe I’ll have you be naked on Monday and
see how Marcel reacts.”
“Yes, Mister William.”
“You
will be getting a second set of livery and some other clothes in a few
days. When and how you dress will always be up to me unless Father has
decreed that John or Rascal should make that decision.” William went
back to the classroom and his computer with no instruction for Mason to
join him. Mason found a comfortable chair and sat to wait. He knew this
was something he’d have to get used to.
Around ten-thirty
William returned and the ritual of last night was repeated. There was
one change, as Mason expected. When he finished in the bathroom he
returned to the room to find William on his back on the bed, his
erection standing firm. “Let’s see how you do. I hope you paid
attention last night,” William said. Mason needed no further
instruction.
Unsure of quite how to position himself Mason
took some time getting in place. William seemed satisfied. Now leaning
over the boy between his legs, Mason lowered his head and took
William’s erection into his mouth. William moaned right away. Off to a
good start, Mason hoped. Mason had seen Rascal’s head bobbing up and
down as he worked but also had noticed that he took time exploring
William’s cock with his tongue. Mason tried different things. William
definitely enjoyed the tongue play, given his vocal reactions.
Mason had never tasted another boy’s penis. He was impressed with the
firmness. So far he didn’t mind the taste. He was startled, though,
when William began producing precum. A new taste but not really
unpleasant. William produced a lot of precum. Mason licking it off the
head of William’s cock only increased the flow. Soon Mason could tell,
based on his own masturbation and being masturbated by others, that
William was getting close. Suddenly he jerked, his cock felt harder.
With no warning he exploded into Mason’s mouth. Mason gagged slightly,
then made himself swallow William’s offering.
“You’re a
natural,” William said when Mason released him and he had calmed down
from his orgasm. Mason said nothing but was glad of the compliment,
despite his uncertainty as to how he felt about sucking off another
boy. He was off to a good start, it seemed.
When William was
fully restored to normal he said “It’s time for me to go to bed.” He
got off the bed and waited for Mason to turn down the sheets. Once he
was in Mason pulled the sheets up. “You know to sit there and wait for
me to fall asleep before you get into bed with me.”
“Yes, Mr.
William.” Mason would learn that a good orgasm helped William fall
asleep quickly. It was not long before he was on the other side of the
bed. He didn’t expect to be quite as tired as he was. Soon he, too, was
sound asleep. During the night he became aware that William was holding
him close.
Mason, Chapter 5
The First Harvesting Session
Friday came quickly.
After William was dressed, Rascal knocked on the door and entered after William had called out “you may come in.”
“They are ready for you at the clinic, Mason, if Mister William is done with you for now,” Rascal announced.
“Yes, Rascal, Matey is free to go. I want to hear all about it when you return.”
“Yes, Mister William.”
Rascal leashed Mason and took them down the slave stairs and out
through the slave door. The little car was waiting. Mason had not been
allowed to dress which he decided only made sense given the task at
hand. When they arrived at the clinic Elaine was waiting for them in
the reception area.
“Good morning. Mason, you look fresh and ready.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Mason had wondered if Elaine was a slave or a paid
employee. He wasn’t going to ask, in any case. She led him into the
harvesting room. “This is Derek, one of our finest technicians. He is
particularly good with new boys. You’re in good hands,” Elaine told
Mason. She left the room, closing the door behind her. Mason was alone
with Derek.
“I’m sure you feel a bit nervous as this is new to
you but there is nothing to be concerned about,” Derek assured him as
he took the leash off Mason’s collar. “Most boys find it quite an
enjoyable experience. You have been rated very highly which means you
have something precious to contribute to the sperm bank. I’ll be
following with interest what happens when your sperm is used.”
“Yes, Sir.” It felt weird to say that but Mason felt he had to say something.
“First things first,” Derek said as he led Mason over to the machine.
“The machine can get a flaccid penis hard, but the first time, at
least, it’s better if you’re hard first.” He cupped Mason’s balls and
penis in his hand. “Very nice.” He released them. He took a feather and
began lightly teasing Mason’s genitals. Mason had never felt anything
like this. It was nothing like how he stimulated himself yet he
couldn’t help but respond. In a moment he was presenting a full
erection to Derek.
“What I’ve heard is true,” Derek said when
Mason was hard. Mason blushed. “Now, stand on this platform.” Derek
guided him into place, his hands sensuously touching Mason, ensuring he
stayed hard. Mason got a good look at the machine. It seemed to consist
of nothing but a hole for his penis. Derek produced a lubricant which
he applied to the full length of Mason’s hard penis. It felt good.
“Much as I’d like to get you off, I have to leave the fun part to the
machine,” Derek said with a smile. Another blush from Mason.
A
touch of a switch and the platform moved toward the machine. Derek
assessed the proper level for Mason, touched another switch and Mason
moved up slightly. “Excellent,” Derek said. “Now for the insertion. I’m
going to move the platform toward the hole and your only job is to make
sure that your fine erection goes right it.” Mason felt himself moving
forward. It took no real effort on his part to enter the machine. He
slid right in.
“Now we need to make sure you don’t slip out,”
Derek said. There were straps attached to the machine. Quickly Mason
found himself with straps around his torso, waist, and upper legs. He
would not be able to move as the machine masturbated him.
“I know it’s a bit disconcerting to have those straps. How do you feel?”
“OK, I guess.”
“Does the milking tube feel good on your cock?” The frank use of that term made Mason blush slightly. He hadn’t expected it.
“Yeah, it does.” It did, that was for sure.
“It starts slowly to get you used to it. The machine is designed to
find a pace that works best for each boy. By the third or fourth
session it will know exactly what to use for you.” Mason heard a switch
click. The tube started to slowly massage his penis, gently up and
down. It was sort of like a handjob except that his whole penis was
enclosed, not just whatever a hand covered. He could sense that the
machine was assessing him.
Derek was watching closely. “The
process is designed to afford the boy pleasure, not just to empty his
balls. Most boys come to love it and can’t wait for their next session.
Feeling good?”
“Yes, Sir,” Mason gasped. The machine’s pace
changed, faster without being rushed. Somehow it had been designed even
to stimulate the frenulum. Mason was nowhere near orgasm yet but
already was panting. He was glad to be strapped in as it felt like he’d
be in jumping around otherwise.
Mason did his best to relax
and enjoy what was happening. After a few minutes which seemed both too
fast and too slow he recognized the signs that his orgasm was close.
Derek also recognized the signs. “Just relax into it,” he said
encouragingly.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!” Mason shouted as he
felt a mighty jolt of sperm and semen being released. He would have
collapsed if he weren’t strapped in. The machine slowed down but did
not stop, milking as much as possible from him. Now he was spasming.
Finally the machine did stop. Mason was panting from the exertion.
Derek unstrapped him and gently led him to the nearby bed. Mason was
happy to lie down! He watched as Derek went behind the machine to
collect Mason’s offering.
“My, my, most impressive,” Derek
said as he removed the collection jar. A label with Mason’s information
was prepared. Derek put that on, sealed the jar, and put it in a tube
which would send it to the deep-freeze storage. “You could get about
twenty kids out of that load!” Derek said when he’d finished. Mason
smiled weakly. He still felt spent.
Rascal had been alerted
that Mason was finished. After about twenty minutes Mason heard the
door open and saw Rascal come in. He was glad to see a friend.
“A good lunch will have you back in form,” Derek told him. “I very much
look forward to seeing you in three days.” He looked to Rascal. “I can
tell already that he’s one of the best we’ve had in a while, maybe even
a long while. And, if I say so, a very lovely hard cock. I’m sorry I
couldn’t take care of it myself.” William had said basically the same
thing.
“Well he came to us with high recommendations,” Rascal told Derek. “Ready, kiddo?”
“I guess,” Mason said, rising from the bed. He felt fine now but hungry. That lunch would feel good.
“What did you think?” Rascal asked as they drove back.
“I’ve never had anything like that,” Mason told him. “Did you say that you got harvested?”
“Oh yes. I was fairly popular there, it seems. I never thought my cock
was anything special but I guess my seed was. From what I’ve been told,
I have at least five offspring, though that is all I know.”
“Don’t you want to know who your children are?”
“It doesn’t make any difference, really. Some of them are at other
Estates. Wherever they are, the parents are not identified, even to the
father. Obviously we know who some of the mothers are but that
information is never shared, so we never know who is the father.”
“Wow. So I could be a Dad soon.”
Rascal chuckled. “It will be a while. They like to build up a good
supply before they start inseminating. Whatever happens, the mother
will be a fine specimen, just like you.” Mason did feel a bit of pride
at that. The rest of the ride was in silence. Mason wondered if Derek
had undergone the procedure in order to have his position. To Mason’s
mind it was a position of trust but he couldn’t know for sure as he was
still learning about life here.
At lunch there was a
collection of adult and teen slaves, naked and clothed. Even after a
few days he had adjusted to being naked and doubted he’d have felt out
of place if he’d been the only one. Everyone knew where he’d been but
nothing was said. However, Mason thought he saw some admiring glances
from boys and girls. Apparently this really was a big deal.
Back in William’s suit he was alone. He found a magazine and settled in
the chair to await his young master. About an hour later William came
in. Mason jumped up.
“Good, you’re back,” William said.
“Yes, Mister William. I hope you don’t mind me reading.”
“Not at all. You should be expanding your knowledge. Now, tell me all
about it. How long did it take? How did it feel? Are you excited to go
again?” Mason felt barraged by questions.
“I’m. . . well, I’m
not really used to someone or something else doing that to me, so it’s
hard say. But, it was pretty amazing. Nothing like I’ve ever had
before.”
“Were you hard when they put you into the machine?”
“Yes. The technician got me hard. He’s very good. He said he wanted to make me shoot.”
“Anyone who sees your lovely hardon would want to make you cum, silly
boy,” William said. Mason had no idea what to make of that. “I’m going
to sooner or later.” Mason said nothing.
The silence that
followed seemed awkward to Mason though William looked happy to do
whatever he was up to. Mason couldn’t tell. Fortunately for him, Rascal
appeared at the door.
“John says that as your afternoon is
free you should spend time with Reggie. With Mister William’s
permission, of course,” Rascal said when he had entered.
“Most definitely,” William said, puffed up a bit at having to make a decision about his slave.
“Thank you, Sir. John wants you two to be in Master Freddie’s suit.”
Rascal led Mason down the hall to Freddie’s suit, which Mason had seen
once before. Reggie was waiting for them. He rushed up and gave Mason a
hug, which Mason gladly returned.
“I’ll leave you two to
yourselves,” Rascal said, “but I’ll be close enough to know if things
get out of hand.” With that warning he took his leave, shutting the
door behind him.
Reggie indicated that they should sit on
Freddie’s bed. He sat close to Mason, their thighs touching. Reggie
needed it. “How’s it going for you? Rascal says you had your first
harvesting today.”
“Yes, I did. Things seem good so far but it
still is overwhelming, to be honest. How long did it take you to get
used to being here and being slave?”
“I’m not sure I am used it, yet,” Reggie replied. “But just knowing that you’re here has made me feel better, maybe even calmer.”
“Did they send you to the Discipline Cabin?”
“A few times! I told you that I’d been spanked a few times. It did
change my attitude after a few visits but adjusting still was hard. I
never expected anything like this in my life.”
“None of us did. Are you a harvest baby?”
“Apparently not and maybe that’s part of my problem adjusting. It’s not in my DNA or something.”
“Interesting. So why were you put in Rockport and why were you chosen?”
“I have no idea. Maybe they thought I had good sperm. I got harvested a lot when I first got here but then that stopped.”
“Maybe they’re afraid of inbreeding,” Mason said with a smile. It felt like an odd thought.
“Have they told you if you’re a harvest baby?”
“I’m a breeding baby, they told me.”
“Wow! You’re special, I hope you realize.”
“It was kinda fun being harvested,” Mason said, returning to an earlier
topic. He didn’t know how to respond to being “special.” His status was
a bit embarrassing, even with Reggie. “That machine is pretty amazing.”
“It is! I hate admitting that it gave me some of my best orgasms,” Reggie added with a nervous giggle.
“Mine was pretty good,” Mason replied with a smile. “We’ll see how it
goes in two days. But tell me about your life here and what I can
expect.”
Reggie sighed. “For the most part it is pretty good,
I have to admit. The Master is adamant that his slaves be treated well,
not like chattel. They didn’t seem to know what to do with me when I
first came, maybe because they had word that I’d been belligerent. I
guess I can’t blame them. I did scut work in the kitchen for a while
and my displeasure was pretty obvious. That got me a couple of trips to
the Discipline Cabin. Then they tried me on outdoor work, helping with
the shrubs and flower gardens.”
“They are beautiful, that’s for sure.”
“Yes and the gardeners do love their work even if they’re slaves. We
worked nude and I did get a good tan, which was one nice thing. I never
was allowed to mow any of the lawns. The garden head slave decided,
though, that I’d be better off doing something indoors but he knew that
it would not be good to send me back to the kitchen. So, I did odd jobs
around the house, often helping Rascal. He’s a cool guy. I know he’d be
honored to be promoted and have the Procedure but I hope he doesn’t.”
Reggie put an arm around Mason. “I hope you don’t, either, but that’s a
long ways off if it is even considered.” He felt Mason shudder a bit at
that and held him a bit closer.
“I didn’t mind the work all
that much though I did earn myself a couple more trips to the Cabin
which ended up with me being shaved regularly. Full body. You know the
rest. When they knew you were coming they moved me up here so that we
could be close by. I’m so glad they did.” He squeezed Mason and gave
him a peck on the cheek. He thought Mason’s blush rather pretty.
“Well I’m sure it would have been harder for me if there hadn’t been
someone I knew already,” Mason said when he’d recovered from the
surprise of the kiss. “I’m glad it’s you!” He returned the hug but not
the kiss.
“Have you, um, y’know, done William yet?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“I don’t know. It’s something else entirely new.”
“You get used it. You may start to like it, too. I did.”
Mason was quiet for a moment. “How long did they harvest you?”
“About six months, I think. They said they were satisfied with my
supply. I’ll be told when I become a father, though.” He smiled at that.
“Have you seen a fertility ceremony?” Mason asked hesitantly.
“Yeah. Apparently it’s another one of the great honors here. The guy
and girl were both virgins. That’s required. It’s was kinda fun to
watch, I admit. I think all the male slaves got hard. A lot of us were
naked so no hiding it, but as you know, most clothes we wear show that,
too. So, no one was hiding it.” He smiled at the memory. “You’ll see
one eventually.”
“How is it working with Frederick?”
“Pretty good for the most part. He can be a bit of a snot sometimes but
I am allowed to give him a quick swat to his butt. That will change
when he turns twelve, though. If I keep him engaged with something he
likes he’s a good kid. His tutor is quite strict with him, which is
good for him.”
“The girls have girl slaves? I haven’t seen either of them.”
“Yes. They keep to themselves and tend to avoid William as he can be pretty obnoxious to them.”
“Yes. He said he likes to see Elizabeth get spanked.”
“Mary, too, and even Frederick if he gets the chance. His father knows
that and sometimes has William spanked, bare bottom, in front of all
three. That gets him in line for a while.”
Mason took a moment
to think over all of this information. “I guess I’ll get the hang of it
as I go along,” he said. Reggie nodded. “And I hope we can spend time
together when our duties aren’t elsewhere.”
“I do, too. If I’m
not taking care of Frederick they usually find something for me to do,
though there are times I’m allowed to read. Encouraged, really.”
Their chat drifted off to things about school. Reggie wanted to know
what had gone on since he left. Mason didn’t really have much news as
things had continued fairly much the same.
The New Tutor
Monday was the arrival of Marcel, the new tutor. Mason’s harvesting was put off a day to accommodate the man’s arrival.
After breakfast, William took Mason into the classroom, Mason dressed
in his livery. “We wait for him in here.” At nine-thirty the door from
the hall opened and a well-dressed man entered, accompanied by John.
“Boys, this is Marcel,” John told them. Both boys stood.
“Hello, sir,” William said. Mason was surprised to hear William call anyone other than his Father “sir.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” John said to Marcel, then took his leave.
“Your father has told me about the curriculum you’ve been on, William,”
Marcel began. “I will continue with that.” Mason was charmed by the
French accent. “Mason, I know that you are new and that I will need to
adjust accordingly. But I am new, too,” he added with a smile. “As will
be no surprise to you both, you will be learning French,” he said with
another smile.
Marcel started them with some reading. Math
came later, followed by some science. After lunch the French lessons
began. The scholastic day was done by three-thirty but Mason felt tired
from a day of concentration.
When the boys were alone in
William’s room, William was quiet. Mason waited for any instructions or
requests. After a few minutes William said “well, that’s over. Get your
clothes off and bring your leash.” Mason went into his room, removed
and hung up his livery, and returned with his leash in hand. William
snapped it onto his collar.
“Puppy time!” William said. Mason
went down on the floor. Clearly William was out of sorts from the day’s
work as he rough with the playtime today. He took Mason by the jaw and
said “are you going to be a good puppy dog?” Mason gave a quiet “arf”
in hopes that would suffice. It seemed to. Rather than have Mason roll
over for a belly tickle, William gave his butt a few swats. With that
he was bored with the game and lay down on his bed with a book, leaving
Mason on the floor.
As he lay on the floor, Mason hoped that
William’s attitude would not be like this after every day of classes.
The rest of the day continued normally.
Tomorrow would be his
second harvesting, which Mason looked forward to. He would have the
morning off from classes, William attending alone. That morning William
had teased Mason’s erect cock during their bath, making Mason even more
eager to ejaculate. Bringing William to climax that morning only added
to it.
Once he got to the fertility clinic he was quite ready
and curious as to how the second time would feel. If anything, it felt
even better. He could tell that the machine was still getting a sense
of his erection but it felt awesome and when it was over he felt like
he’d been milked dry. The clinicians all seemed quite pleased.
Harvesting continued and Mason settled into a comfortable routine of
regularly receiving satisfying orgasms. He was given the odd day off,
complete with permission to induce his own orgasms. This led to a
morning bath adventure with William who had been eager from the start
to bring Mason to climax.
“I don’t have to go to the
Harvesting Clinic until next week,” Mason told William the first time
he had time off between sessions. He felt he had to let his young
master know these things.
William’s face lit up. “So, you can cum for a couple of days now.”
“Yes, just not three days before the next session.” William said
nothing more but Mason was quite sure that he’d be toyed with soon,
likely during William’s bath.
His surmise was correct. The
next morning, per usual, Mason was in the tub with William. After the
preliminary soak William stood and said “stand up so we can wash each
other.” A sponge and soap for each of them were at hand. Mason started
on his young master, on the chest as always. As his hands moved down
William started the process on him. For lower bodies they had to
alternate but the jobs were getting done. Mason liked how it felt to be
washed by someone.
Full bodies and shampooing done, Mason took
William’s erection in his hand and began the “washing.” He had noticed
that William was hard during the entire time, not soft as he usually
was until the penis washing began. William gasped with excitement and
took Mason in hand. Seeing William’s erection had made him hard, so
both boys were sporting hardons through the entire bath this morning.
Mason was sure that William would bring him to climax today and
wondered if he should make sure that William shot first or wait.
William seemed intent on his work so Mason did his best to go with the
flow.
Much to the delight of William, Mason did shoot first.
This hadn’t been like the harvesting machine but there was no question
that William was good at this. He must have had practice on previous
slaves.
“Make me cum!” William demanded when Mason recovered
from his orgasm. It only took a few strokes and the semen of both boys
was in the bath water. “Good job!” William said as he gasped from his
orgasm. “We better get out so I can get ready for breakfast. I’m not
allowed to share these little events with the family but Father does
let me tell him when we have some private time. I know he’ll be
pleased.”
Mason was drying William as he was talking. As
always, Mason was left to quickly dry himself and then be present to
assist his young master to dress. When William was presentable he left
for his breakfast. Mason reflected a bit on what had happened this
morning, then the arrival of Rascal and Reggie to take him to his own
breakfast broke the contemplation.
This routine would be
repeated any time Mason was allowed to cum on his own. Between the
machine and William, it was quite a long time before he brought himself
to a climax.