The Master's Son

The Master's Son
By Steam Train

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Outside the stables at McDonalds Farm, John Standish from Cooper, Bloom & Standish the long established slave traders from Eastbrook was standing waiting patiently along with two of his employee's and four of his hosts slaves for his host Andrew McDonald to return from his inspection ride around the estate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noooooo Dad" Brett screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brett didn't answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End