A Matter of Control Chapter 1

A Matter of Control Chapter 1
by Steam Train

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Chapter: 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Master Michael sir" Tap replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Henry being the host was last.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Chapter: 1.