By brhmsj
Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
[3,622 words]
* * * * *Mason, Chapter 6
Mason’s First Discipline
It
was three months after Mason’s arrival when he received his first
discipline. He knew that William had set him up but had no choice but
to accept his fate. In the end, Mason got satisfaction.
One
morning Mason woke at his usual time. He rarely needed the alarm. He
checked the clock to see if he was early but, in fact, it was time to
get up. Yet there had been no alarm. When he checked, the alarm was
off. He knew he’d checked it the night before. William was sound
asleep. Mason was quite suspicious.
He gave William a gentle
shake. “It’s late, Mister William. You have to get up.” William groaned
but was uncooperative. “Your Father will not be happy if you’re late
for breakfast,” Mason reminded him. William finally emerged from the
bed but by now he would be late for breakfast after his morning bath.
Mason tried to make that go faster but William did not cooperate.
When William arrived at breakfast, the rest of the family was seated and had begun to eat.
“William, you’re late,” his Father said, sternly.
“Yes, sir, it couldn’t be helped.”
“Didn’t you hear the alarm or Mason wake you?”
“There was no alarm, sir.” The Master’s eyebrows rose slightly. He had
no doubt that the fault did not lie with Mason. Nonetheless, as a slave
it was Mason’s job to ensure that such things did not happen.
“You and Mason will report to my study promptly at ten o’clock, the boy naked and leashed.”
“Yes, sir.” William hid his delight. No matter how much he liked a
personal slave, he did take pleasure in seeing them spanked. As we
know, he enjoyed seeing his siblings spanked. His Father did not always
allow him to witness slave discipline but he hoped that today he would.
When he was back in his suite he told Mason “we’re to report to Father
at ten o’clock. He is going to deal with my lateness to breakfast. I
will lead you on the leash. You will be naked, per his request.”
“Yes, Mr. William.” Mason, in fact, had not dressed yet that morning.
He had noticed that quite a few slaves were naked at breakfast today.
In any case, by now he was used to it and didn’t mind his nudity. If
anything he had come to enjoy the feeling of freedom.
When it
was time William led Mason through the house to the Master’s study. It
was well known what such a parade was about. No comments were made by
those they passed along the way.
Outside the study John was waiting for them. He knocked on the door and opened it when the Master had called out “enter!”
“Mister William and Mason, sir,” John announced.
“Thank you, John.” John stepped aside but did not leave. “Mason, step
forward, please.” Mason did. The Master looked him over. “You’ve grown
a bit since you joined us. You’re young yet and will grow some more.
I’m hearing good things about you from the harvesting clinic.” Mason
bowed his head but did not speak.
“Now, William, join your
slave.” William stood next to Mason. “You were late for breakfast which
you know is not acceptable behavior in this house.”
“Yes, sir,” William said, suddenly feeling contrite. So far this was not going as he expected it would.
“Mason, as his personal slave it is your duty to see that William is on
time for all appointments.” Mason bowed his head again, this time in
shame. “As you know, disobedience is punished and you will report to
the Discipline Cabin when we’re done here.”
Now Mason did manage a “yes, sir.”
“As for you William, I know that Mason was not solely responsible. You
will report with him to the Discipline Cabin. I’ve told the Discipline
Master what he is to do.” William’s stance showed his chagrin but he
knew he could not go against his Father’s edicts. “John, please take
them to the Discipline Cabin.”
“Yes, sir,” John answered. He took Mason’s leash, allowed William to lead the way, and the three departed.
At the Discipline Cabin the Discipline Master was waiting for them.
“Mason, I salute you. You’ve lasted quite a while before your first
visit here. Very impressive. I’ve been given my instructions by the
Master for the discipline for both of you. Mason, as the slave you get
the first punishment.” The Discipline Master took his place in the
spanking chair and called Mason to him. Quickly Mason was over the
man’s lap, his bottom properly raised to receive a spanking. Ten quick,
hard slaps landed on the boy’s bottom. Mason was so startled that he
didn’t cry out until the third blow, then cried out with each one.
Ten firm swats delivered, Mason was told to stand. “Stand over there,” the Discipline Master told him. Mason obeyed.
“William, undress!” William’s face showed his shock at the command. He
started to speak but caught himself. This wasn’t supposed to be
happening! “Dawdling will only make it worse!” the Discipline Master
said sternly as William reluctantly undressed. Even with that threat it
was a slow process for William to get into place over the Discipline
Master’s lap.
When William was in place, the Discipline Master
said to Mason “bring me the hairbrush, third down from the top.” Mason
went to the row of brushes and took the one requested. He handed it to
the Discipline Master. Mason easily could see that William was quite
nervous with the developments.
“You were responsible for being late, weren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” came very meekly from Willliam.
“Your Father has decreed twenty swats with the hairbrush. Ten for being
late and ten for making your slave take the blame.” William softly
moaned. It had been a long time since he’d been given this kind of
punishment. “When those are done I will decide if you need a few more
for your time wasting.” With that the first five smacks of the brush
landed. William, too, was initially too surprised to respond but by the
end of five he was yelling lustily. Five more. “That’s your first ten.”
The next ten were quick and painful. William was reduced to tears, as
his Father intended. Added to this was humiliation of knowing that
Mason was witnessing it all. William was not allowed up, however. His
trepidation only made his tears worse. It was only a minute but to
William, and Mason, it seemed endless. Then, two more hard swats.
“You earned those, young man,” the Discipline Master said when he was
done. “Now, get up and stand in the corner.” Mason could tell that
William had been in that corner before. Nothing was said to him, he had
to wait. The waiting was uncomfortable. The Discipline Master took no
notice of either boy. Mason did his best to stay still, though his
bottom still stung.
Neither boy had any idea how long
William’s corner time lasted. Finally the Discipline Master said
“William, you may put your clothes on and go back to your rooms. Please
take Mason to the slave luncheon on your way.” This may have sounded
like an innocent request but in fact it was another humiliation as it
meant that William had to appear in the slave area of the house.
William delivered Mason then went to his own lunch. He was first in the
dining room. As he others arrived nothing was said, though all knew
that he had been punished. He knew that all eyes were on him when
everyone sat for the meal. His Father’s silence only made William more
uncomfortable. Lunch couldn’t end soon enough.
Mason, still
naked, was waiting when William returned to his rooms. The
embarrassment at lunch had done nothing to ease the redness of
William’s eyes. He quickly, silently undressed. When naked he said
“Matey, in the bathroom is a tube of crème. Please get it and apply it
to my bottom.”
“Yes, Mister William.” Mason easily found the
crème. William was lying face down on his bed, his bottom showing signs
of his paddling. Mason gently rubbed crème into his young master’s
bottom. He’d not explored William’s bottom and was enjoying how the
boy’s buns felt. William was giving out with quiet moans as Mason
worked. When Mason finished he realized that William was asleep. No
matter. He took the opportunity to go into his own room and work on an
assignment from Marcel.
After that particular fateful day life
took on a fairly steady routine for Mason. When it was clear that he
was trustworthy he often had free time when he wasn’t tending to
William or taking their lessons together. This let Mason meet some
other slaves and he made some friendships with boys and girls around
his own age. He recognized some boys from Rockport but had not known
them well. Now he could. Everyone had fairly much the same story to
tell. No one seemed unhappy with their situation. Between their time at
orphanages and now here, they’d had limited contact with the outside
world and knew no other life. This minimized any desires to escape as
no one knew where to escape to.
Since Reggie was with
Frederick it meant that he and Mason often were free at the same time.
A genuine friendship grew between them, satisfying to both. Reggie
continued to help Mason adapt as necessary, and Mason kept Reggie calm.
His body hair was allowed to grow back and after a few weeks he was
proudly sporting an impressive pubic bush.
After Mason had
been there about six months Rascal gave him his true sexual awakening.
Girls were off limits until a boy participated in the Fertility
Ceremony. Even after that, sexual contact between the sexes was
monitored and generally limited to procreation rather than pleasure.
Rascal remained close to both boys, often being with them together or
separately. Both liked having a big brother figure. Rascal also was
good at being a buffer between the slaves and young masters when
necessary. The three slaves took note that while Mason was not sent to
the Discipline Cabin again, William and Frederick both still were
visitors there.
One afternoon Mason was alone with Rascal.
Rascal often inquired about Mason’s life with William, including the
fellatio and handjobs which the young master required. Mason saw no
reason not to be completely forthcoming. This day, however, Rascal took
things in a new direction.
“I know he makes you cum in the bath when he knows it’s safe. I’m sure it’s not as satisfying as the machine, though.”
Mason laughed and agreed but added “there is something nice about a
human hand on me, though. It would be hot if he could make me feel the
way the machine does but he’s not interested in my pleasure, just the
power that gives him over me. I do what I have to do.”
“There
can be more to it and it can be much more fun,” Rascal told him. There
was quiet as Mason considered this. He enjoyed being manipulated and
often a naked teenage girl slave caused an erection but he had not yet
thought through what it all might mean or be. “Come here,” Rascal said,
breaking the silence. He pulled Mason into a hug. At first Mason felt a
bit unsure then he returned the hug, holding on tight at this new
intimacy. “How does that feel?” Rascal asked him after a moment but not
releasing the boy.
“Very good,” Mason replied, almost in a
whisper. Rascal began tenderly running his hands over Mason’s back and
butt, causing an almost immediate erection. Rascal said nothing but
Mason could feel Rascal’s erection pressing against him. This was
exciting! They were in Mason’s room in William’s suite and Rascal
easily moved them to the bed. He pulled Mason into him and gently
kissed him. With no hesitation Mason returned the kiss. Something was
awakening in him. The kisses became passionate, complete with tongues,
almost desperate on Mason’s part.
“Easy there,” Rascal
whispered when they came up for air. When he finally took Mason’s
erection in hand the boy gasped then let out a groan of excitement.
Mason took Rascal in hand. Somehow holding Rascal’s hardon was
different from holding William’s. His mind was torn from those
thoughts, though, by Rascal lightly stroking his hardness.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Mason cried as Rascal continued his gentle manipulations.
In his lack of experience he was building quickly to a climax.
“You need to cum?” Rascal whispered.
“Oh yes, please!” With a smile Rascal changed his strokes and Mason let
go with a loud yell and a big load. He felt like it wouldn’t stop. When
it was over he lay back on the bed gasping. When he recovered he
instinctively knew that he owed Rascal pleasure. His sessions with
William always were businesslike so this first outing was experimental.
After Racal shot he told Mason that he’d done an excellent job.
“You’ll only get better,” Rascal told him.
“I hope so.” The boys had time before either was needed so they just
lay on the bed holding each other, ignoring that each was covered in
semen. They showered later.
Mason, of course, was eager for
more. The next session Rascal fellated him, Mason’s first experience
with that. Again, this sexual act had only been businesslike with
William. Now Mason learned by fellating Rascal how to use his technique
to pleasure a partner.
Reggie, having been a slave longer than
Mason, had already received Rascal’s tutelage. It was not long before
he joined in the fun when he could. Rascal was pleased at how the boys
related to each other sexually. His plan was to bring them together
this way, then subtly withdraw from the three-ways. Things did go
according to plan.
Mason and Reggie did not think of
themselves as lovers. Again, life at the orphanage and now here had
kept them from learning about such relationships. As time went on they
did have sex together regularly, satisfying to both. Very occasionally
they could sleep together, too.
John always was quite aware of
sexual activities between the male slaves. He rarely felt that there
were any unhealthy relationships. The Master had given his approval of
such things many years ago.
The one sex act that Rascal did not introduce was anal sex. That was up to the boys.
One night Mason and Reggie were in bed together. “Did you ever wonder
why they spent so much time fingering you and seeming to stretch you?”
“Well, yeah. It always seemed weird, though it was fun, too.”
Reggie started gently playing with Mason’s hole. Mason quickly was
excited. “It was not just for fingers and butt plugs,” Reggie said as
Mason’s breathing got heavier.
“You want to. . .?” Mason gasped.
“Yes. I never have but I want to fuck you. And have you fuck me.”
Things progressed slowly but proved successful. Whenever circumstances
were good they continued with it, though it was not their primary
source of pleasure.
When he was sixteen there were some big changes for Mason both in his position as a slave and sexually.
Mason is Rewarded
After
he had been on the Estate for two years Mason was summoned before the
Master. This time it was Rascal who took him, again on his leash. As
Mason became settled on the Estate the leash was used less often,
mostly outdoors or when William wanted to play puppy.
When he
was standing in front of the Master, the man said “I am very pleased
with you Mason. You’ve been very good for William, providing him with
the companionship he needs. You also have been the kind of influence on
Reginald that I hoped you would be. From all reports from the Fertility
Clinic, you will be a candidate for the Fertility Ceremony when you are
eighteen. That is a great honor. Now that you are sixteen you will be
allowed to witness a Ceremony.” Mason bowed his head in gratitude.
“As a token of appreciation of your fine work I am giving you this new
collar.” From a drawer he produced a collar made of elegant leather,
with tasteful etching around the top and bottom. His name plate had his
name in a classy font. Mason blushed with pride. He now had a collar
similar to Rascal’s!
“Rascal, you may put the new collar on
him.” Rascal made the exchange. “You also get a longer leash.” The
Master handed Rascal a six-foot leash which Rascal clipped to Mason’s
collar. “However, you will not need to be leashed often now. Do not
abuse that privilege! It would be humiliating for you to have to return
to a four foot leash.” Mason nodded his appreciation and understanding.
“Very good. You may take him back to William.”
“Thank you,
sir,” Rascal said. He led Mason out. As they passed through the
corridors, Rascal said “you already are receiving honors, Mason. It
took me two years to get my collar, too. Some never get one of these.
Most boys never get a leash longer than four feet. You will be chosen
for a Fertility Ceremony, I’m sure. It is important because it will be
your first sexual experience with a girl. A significant rite of
passage, shared with your fellow slaves.”
“You mean people watch me do it?”
“Of course. That is the Ceremony. Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine.”
Mason wasn’t sure but he knew that, again, he had no choice.
About a month later came the announcement that a Fertility Ceremony
would take place in two days. Even though Reggie was a bit older than
Mason this also was his first Ceremony. His behavior in the past had
resulted in him being deemed unready. Rascal met them in William’s
suite at the appointed time. After attaching leashes (Reggie had been
given a six footer, too) he said “this is an important rite of passage
for male slaves. Stay quiet and watch carefully.”
“Does the Master attend?” Mason asked they were led outdoors.
“Very rarely.” Rascal did not add that he fully expected that the
Master would be in attendance for Mason’s ceremony. Rascal led them to
a part of the grounds that Mason had not been aware of. They passed
through some trees, coming out in a large open area which appeared to
be an amphitheater. Slaves were already seated and others were arriving
through other openings. Mason noted that any slave, male or female,
under twenty-one (he guessed that was the age of demarcation) was
leashed. As slaves filed in Mason noted that none appeared to be middle
aged or older.
Rascal sat them and almost immediately they
were joined by some other sixteen-year-old boys and their supervisors.
Mason and Reggie knew most of them and were pleased to see them. John
was at the bottom of the amphitheater where there was a large
comfortable-looking bed.
When all the spectators were settled
John spoke. “The Fertility Ceremony is always an important day here,
especially so when our youngsters are old enough to be spectators. The
participants are carefully chosen for their likelihood to be able to
procreate and the proper time of the girl’s cycle. In most instances a
baby is the result.” With that a leashed boy was brought from one side
of the amphitheater and a leashed girl from the other. Mason recognized
him but he was not someone who was in his circle of friends.
If Mason had known of such concepts he would have seen that the girl
was comely and “ripe.” The boy already was hard and showed great pride
in that condition. Each was brought to their respective sides of the
bed and unleashed. Her attendants, all female, assisted to lie down and
put her knees up the proper position.
The boy’s attendants,
all male, checked his erection, not that it was needed. Even from the
distance of his seat Mason could see the boy’s unchecked excitement. He
wondered if all male participants were excited or happy to be on show.
In truth, the boy’s excitement had him thoughtless of being watched.
Apparently part of the ceremony was how the attendants helped the boy
onto the bed and into position to penetrate the girl. The boy now was
panting with excitement. When the signal was given he was quick to find
the girl’s waiting vagina. He knew that having this honor did not
exempt him from punishment if he was too hard on the virgin. He had
been given instruction on how to pleasure a woman and it was clear that
he was doing his best to follow what he’d been told. The girl’s moans
gave every indication of pleasure.
When he did enter her there
was applause from the audience. Neither he nor the girl took notice.
They were now passionately aware only of each other. Being young and
highly excited it did not take long for him to unleash his semen. He
fell upon the girl in exhaustion. She, too, had orgasmed, an
overwhelming experience as it was an actual penis that set her off.
That left her exhausted, too. A sheet was pulled over them and the
signal was given for the spectators to leave. The emptying of the
amphitheater was silent.
Rascal took them to Frederick’s sitting room. “Did you take notes?” he asked with a friendly amused smile. Both understood.
“As best I could,” Mason replied. Reggie nodded in agreement. Rascal
was unsure about Reggie but was confident that in two years Mason would
be the eighteen-year-old on the bed.