It was too hot. Eton had waited until it got dark before he went to collect. But despite the darkness, the July night was still humid. Despite the fact he wore a tank top and shorts with no underwear, he began to sweat almost immediately.
Blocks away from his home, he knocked on door after door stuffing the twenty dollar bills or checks into his shorts.
Some answered his knocks with smiles and payment, others left envelopes for him and other customers weren't home. It was always the case over the years he had been delivering newspapers to each house.
Eton had been delivering papers since he was young. As the years progressed, he took over more routes combining them into a very large one which kept his savings account growing and his sock drawer a nice resource for pocket money.
His graduation didn't change anything. The summer had arrived along with his 18th birthday. And the fall would end his years when his parents drove him to San Diego for college.
But until then he still arose at four am and delivered morning editions and in the afternoon the evening ones.
He had skipped the pizza delivery jobs, fast food jobs and other types of jobs his classmates resorted to. Eton combined jogging with his job lugging the heavy bag of papers too.
And as a result he stood tall, lean and bore shoulder muscles that were noticed by many.
That night he knocked repeatedly at one door. The customer hadn't paid him for three months. He knew the man, a man in his 30's who traveled a great deal. Usually when he was paid, a nice tip was included. So Eton tolerated the infrequent payments.
But that night was different. He knew that all bag due payments needed to be collected. So he went on to other customers' houses and returned several times. It was now his last house. He heard music inside and knocked once more.
Hearing no answer he walked to the side of the house. The gate to the back yard was unlocked and Eton entered. Before he got to the back door, he saw the lights in the basement.
Peering inside he was mesmerized at the sight of several rectangular cages. And inside some were people, naked males actually. Eton thought he recognized one from his high school.
Moving slightly he saw a large table with several metal items fastened to the sides. A tall person wearing leather was moving about. None of the boys in the cages seemed to be talking to him.
The more Eton looked he realized this was a dungeon a place with men had sex with other men or boys. His shorts tented with his arousal. He had slid his lubricated hand over his own erection over the years fantasizing about all manner of gay sex.
Nobody knew he was gay. Eton had realized it years ago and shared a few boy on boy times with a cousin one year. He had stolen gay magazines from the newsstand and learned more about the pleasures that eventually he hoped to experience.
As the figure moved, Eton realized the leather he wore was actually chaps, his bare buttocks seen and a studded black pouch engulfed his genitals.
The sound of the motorcycle startled him. Turning, he saw his customer and another person on the bike.
"Hi" Eton said hoping the man hadn't seen him peering into the basement.
"Hey, what's up?" the man took his helmet off and walked towards Eton.
"Got to collect for uh three months, summer and all, I kind of need to get back pay, you know going to college and..."Eton talked fast. It was obvious he was nervous.
"You go there" the man turned and his voice changed to being bossy.
Eton saw the other figure take his helmet off. The hoody he wore was open, revealing his bare chest. He was another former classmate from high school. Eton wondered if he should say hello but the boy moved quickly to the back door porch and knelt there.
"He does what I say, nice huh?" the man was nice again and smiling. Eton noticed his eyes glanced towards the basement window.
"How long you been waiting here?" he asked moving closer.
"Uh not too long, just came and heard your bike" Eton tried to lie convincingly.
"You look like you've been running" the man's hand moved to Eton's sweat covered tank top.
"Humidity, hate it. Can't wait till I get to California in the fall" Eton said not moving away as the man's hand moved over his chest and stomach.
"Your parents will let you go?"
"I'm 18 now, so they kind of have to. But yea they want me to go to college"
"18 a nice age. Happy birthday" the man stepped closer. His hand moved to Eton's waistband and let his fingers rest there.
"I guess I owe you a birthday present" the man was smiling wider.
Eton's cock was rock hard. He wondered if it was noticeable. "Uh well just need to get three months uh back pay Sir"
The man's eyebrows rose when Eton said "Sir".
"Nice, come inside and I'll get it for you" he snapped the waistband and moved towards the back door.
"IN" he bossed the kneeling boy "AND YOU REMEMBER THE RULES"
The boy scurried into the now open door. He stripped off the hoody, shoes and his jeans, returning to the kneeling position naked.
"It's a rule" the man turned to Eton and smiled.
"Here's three months and something extra" he wrote a check.
"Thank you Sir" Eton said.
Again the man's eyebrows rose. "You say Sir allot"
"My Dad taught me stuff like that" Eton said and then he smiled adding a "Sir"
"Sounds like you like saying it"
Eton felt himself blushing. He saw the kneeling naked boy looking up and indeed recognized him from school. It was one of the football team jocks who had graduated when he did.
The man begun to put a leather collar around the boy's neck.
"Yes Sir" Eton said in his delayed answer. "But I uh have to go now, uh I'll be back tomorrow morning for the uh paper of course"
Then the man turned and stepped very close to Eton.
"YOU BOY WILL REPORT TO ME WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED YOUR ROUTE TOMORROW, UNDERSTAND BOY?"
It wasn't only the sudden bossy voice that surprised Eton alone. The man's hands had cupped his genitals and squeezed them. His smile had disappeared too and in its place a stern look
"Uh yes Sir" Eton stammered.
"WHAT?"
"YES SIR" Eton repeated. He felt his cock throbbing in the grasp of the man.
"YOU'VE GOT ALLOT OF TRAINING TO DO THIS SUMMER AND I'M YOUR MASTER NOW" the man said
"Yes Sir, uh Master" Eton was breathing so hard he could feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"AND IF YOU DO GOOD KID, I'LL SELL YOU TO A MASTER FRIEND OF MINE IN SAN DIEGO"
The fantasies of sexual activity once he moved away from home for college seemed to all flash through his mind. He had thought of college buys, military men strangers in the park he read about. But now it was going to be something different.
"Yes MASTER: he heard himself say in a voice Eton didn't recognize.
His eyes saw the kneeling naked kid smiling. His hand was on his erection as he watched Eton become something perhaps the kid himself fantasized about.
"KNEEL" the man's hands squeezed and Eton had no choice but to obey kneeling on the kitchen floor.
The man's hands grabbed his tank top and yanked it off.
"RULE ONE, WHEN YOU ARE IN YOUR MASTER'S HOUSE YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO WEAR CLOTHES, UNDERSTAND BOY?"
"YES SIR" Eton replied wondering if he should strip like he saw the other boy do.
"NOT NOW BUT WHEN YOU RETURN, THAT'S WHEN YOUR TRAINING BEGINS. IF YOU DON'T COME BACK, I'LL KNOW IT'S JUST A FANTASY AND YOU ARE JUST A PAPER BOY"
He let go of Eton's genitals as he spoke. His voice changed back.
"So if you want to grow up, come back. If not, that's ok. It's up to you." he moved to where the naked boy knelt. "This one just began training too. He'll be here tomorrow"
The man smiled again, "I think you could be a good slave boy. I've seen you work hard over the years, mornings, evenings, watched you grow up. Now you know what you are and what you need don't you?"
Eton, still kneeling didn't know what to say.
"It's time for you to go, think about it. And REPORT TOMORROW BOY, kneeling, naked right here"
"Yes SIR" Eton said stumbling to his feet. He looked for his tank top but it had been tossed through the door that led to the basement.
Shirtless, still erect, he went out the backdoor into the humid night.
The lights were still on in the basement. Eton stood there watching the man leading the naked boy down the stairs and into one of the cages. He locked the door and was talking to the one wearing the chaps who was now shirtless.
The guy had knelt when the man turned towards him.
Eton wanted to jack off right there watching whatever was going to happen. There were now three naked boys in cages and the one wearing chaps kneeling. The man he had known only as Mr. Brownlee a customer was something more.
And he had been watching Eton growing up over the years, waiting for him to become one of his sextoys. It excited Eton. He had much to learn. He could ignore these sights and events and let he summer proceed as he anticipated.
Or he could change everything, returning to the man's house the next morning. Nobody would notice. The yard had a tall fence around it. And seeing a shirtless young man go into the backyard wouldn't be odd.
Eton usually delivered the morning papers wearing only his shorts during the summer anyway. He realized that Brownlee had watched him over the years half naked. Were there naked boys in the basement over the years too? Were more of his classmates there learning what Eton fantasized about but only now could learn?
His morning deliveries usually ended by 8 am. He would go to a Dunkin Donuts for coffee and sweets after that. Then he'd go home and nap before beginning the day.
The man looked up and smiled. His hands went to the bare chest of the kneeling chap wearing guy and began to grab them while he looked up at Eton watching.
Then he moved to the window and pulled down the shade. Eton wasn't sure but he thought Brownlee's lips mouthed the word "TOMMOROW"
He heard himself say "Yes Sir" before he turned to jog home where his breathless sweaty body would feel his hand satisfy his body's needs..until he could sleep.
Eton had meant what he said. He would obey the man who declared himself to be MASTER.
Dreams of being sold to some unknown man in San Diego occupied the hours of sleep and the alarm signaled Eton it was time.
It was time for his normal morning job of delivering papers.
And it was time for Eton to begin training.
It was time.