A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 2: A New Master.
Over the next year I caddied naked on a regular fortnightly basis for Master Booth, I learnt bit by bit a lot about him and he learnt all about me.
Master Booth was aware that it was not appropriate or condoned to ask an advice caddy to comment on or give advice on anything other than the current golf game. He never confronted that system head on, though I began to suspect that his power in the local community was such that if he choose too he could and would succeed.
Instead what he choose to do was as he played the middle holes of both the front and back nine, holes that were the furthest away from the clubhouse and spying eyes, Master Booth would often ask a personal question of me.
Eventually he knew more about me than anyone, probably even more than Matt knew about me. He asked over time how long I had been a slave, why I had been enslaved, what did I do before I was sentenced into slavery, did I have family, where did I grow up, what education had I received, did I have any close friends amongst the other slaves at Piney Hills?
I in turn found out through comments he made in answer to some of my replies that Master Booth was President and Chief Executive of Premium Foods. His corporate head office was in New York but the main processing plant for the canning of their products was located near Piney Hills.
Mr Booth visited that site every second week. He was a hands on entrepreneur and had built Premium Foods up from a very small niche market gourmet food supplier into one of the major suppliers of canned foods to the U.S market.
Master Booth was a very important man in the local community, even though he didn't live there permanently. His company was the major local employer of freemen and had a considerable slave holding working the cannery. Thus his immediate influence in having the position of advice caddy created by the clubs board.
Premium Foods was also essential for the well being of most of the primary producers in the local region. Premium Foods purchased the bulk of their harvests. The fruits of all my labour in my coffle on Green Bay Farms had mostly I deduced gone to Master Booths cannery. This explained why the brothers who owned Green Bay Farms had played golf with Master Booth on occasions.
Near the end of that first year of regularly caddying for Master Booth my usual daily routine took a drastic change.
One Tuesday morning after completing my caddying duties for Master Booth who played with and a few business associates, the Slave Master approached Master Booth and a discussion out of my earshot ensued. There was much head nodding from the Slave Master and then they shook hands.
Master Booth then came over, took his clubs off me, then openly said "thank you" to me then went off to the clubhouse with his business associates. Now such an open compliment to me was unusual and the Slave Master saw this and came straight over to me.
"Follow me back to me in my office boy" the Slave master instructed.
Anything unusual like this always sent a nervous twitch through my stomach. I did as I was instructed and followed to the Slave Masters office. I knew where his office was but this was the first time I had ever been in it.
I walked in and took up my slave's position in front of his desk. He sat down and began reading a file that was on his desk. He didn't look up and I stood there for what seemed like minutes and this built my tension, however I remained very still in my position awaiting instructions, but my thoughts wandered.
Even with my head bowed I noticed the family portrait on his desk. There he was standing next to a lady, his wife I presumed and three teenage kids aged in the picture from early to late teens standing in front of the parents, one daughter and two sons. The daughter was the eldest.
Looking at that picture a pained thought rushed through my mind about my own family for the first time in many years. I remembered bits of my life and how far removed my middle class teenage years were from my adult life as a slave.
As I eyed his family photo on the desk waiting for him to acknowledge me, I thought about Mum and Dad, something I deliberately had suppressed for most of my years in slavery.
I was pretty certain that I was now about thirty-one years of age. Dad would now be about sixty-two years old, mum was a year younger. My oldest brother Michael would now be thirty-seven and William would be thirty-six.
What were they all doing, were my parents still alive, how had my enslavement affected them? Did they still think of me or had they removed me from their thoughts just like I had succeeded in doing up until this instance with them.
Dads last desperate emotional words ever to me as I stood naked in the sentencing court came flooding back into my consciousness
"Steve.... Steve... ", I remembered Dad crying out, "We'll do our best... But....."
As I stood there, head bowed before the Slave Master remembering my family, the shame and embarrassment of my situation struck deeply with my emotions. I fought back the tears that were trying to form in my eyes.
I was soon jolted back into reality by the Slave Masters voice.
"Boy pay attention and pay attention good".
"You have been sold" the Slave Master brazenly stated with no thought to my feelings.
Fear gripped me and I sucked in a gasp of air.
He continued, ignoring my reaction, "I wouldn't normally even bother to tell you this because as a slave you're property and you have no need to know or worry about how your masters deal with you. In this case though, your new master has asked that I inform you of your new situation and arrangements".
"You will be kept here at Piney Hills and serve as an Advice Caddy as normal till the Tuesdays after you have caddied in the morning for you new master, Mister Booth. Your new master has arranged that you will be picked up after every Tuesday afternoon that you have caddied for him and be transported to where he has arranged," the Slave Master informed me.
"You will be transported back here to the course on the Friday and your master has graciously allowed us to have use of you as a caddy just like Green Bay Farms did at Mr Booths cost till he returns for his next fortnightly visit".
"You're a lucky son of a bitch boy, that's all I can say for you, boy. Now go get your shorts from the chorale and go back to your barracks and wait. I will make arrangements to have you readied for transportation this afternoon," the Slave Master instructed me.
"Master, yes sir" I replied and left to do as instructed.
Matt was not in the chorale when I retrieved my shorts. Speaking amongst the servants was strictly forbidden but I had hoped to sneak a brief moment and tell him what had happened. As it was he wouldn't find out till tonight that I was missing. This worried me; he wouldn't know I would be back. I was greatly concerned as to how he would take my initial absence.
Back in my barracks, Jim one of the two negro slaves who regularly attended to the preparation of the caddies and any other whim the Slave Master may have had soon came in and released me from my caddies chains and gear.
He then led me off to the shower. There with the usual glee he showed when he got the legitimate chance on the Slave Masters orders to wash me he began soaping my body. As always he laughed when I tried to convince him that I could wash myself. I knew from previous experience what would come next. Sure enough he ran his hands all over me, and cleaned me in even the most intimate of places, like my ass crack and cock.
Thoroughly scrubbed I was sent back naked to our barracks to await transportation. Before Jim left I asked him if he could tell Matt that I had been sold but that I would be back on Friday and for him not to worry. When he hesitated I begged him to please tell Matt. With a gleam in his eye, Jim said "Ok but remember you owe me big time". With that he winked at me and walked off looking very happy.
I could guess what type of favour he was going to call in to repay the debt.
Some hours later, Bill the other Negro slave that looked after us caddies came in and told me the transport was here to collect me. He grabbed my cock and I was walked out of the barracks.
Just like the time when I had been delivered from Green Bay Farms, I saw a delivery truck pulled up out the front of the barracks. The Slave Master was there and signed the required paperwork for the driver and then I was placed inside one of the tiny cages that lined the inside of the truck. Like my previous experience at being transported I had to stand. The door was then shut, and we drove off.
Unlike my previous trip we did not stop, but drove straight to my drop off point. It was not a long drive, maybe fifteen to twenty minutes. I was quickly unloaded and signed for by a security guard wearing shoulder patches emblazoned with `Premium Foods'.
As the guard finished the paperwork I glanced around. I was at the back entrance of a very large house, but the house appeared to be set in a small garden off to one side of a huge Industrial complex. The Neon sign on the roof of one of the factory buildings told the whole world that this was `Premium Foods'.
I was taken to a back door of the house and the guard handed me over to another guard who taking me by my cock led me along corridors where the floor was just plain concrete and the walls were concrete block work, through a couple of doors and locked me in a small holding room that contained a bed and a small set of drawers. In these new surroundings I was feeling self conscious of my total nakedness so I checked out the drawers but they were empty.
With nothing else to do I lay on the bed and waited. It was heaven just to have a bed to lie on, I didn't care if it was old and saggy, all I had had for years was straw to lie on.
I actually dozed off because the next thing I knew the door to my room was opening and a different guard grabbed my cock, hauled me up out of bed and led me back along the corridor, up a flight of stairs, and into a different world, one I dimly remembered from my Masters rooms at Green Bay Farms and much earlier from my youth when I was free.
This part of the residence was luxuriously furnished. There were tastefully decorated chairs and lounges and coffee tables. There were vases of fresh flowers with beautiful perfumed smells and bowls of fresh fruit.
Just as happened when I entered the Masters rooms at Green Bay Farms, all of my former life started to come flooding back. My parents had rooms like this at my old home. Again the shame of my situation struck home, I was now nothing more than a naked and tattooed slave.
"Take your position boy," the guard ordered in a gentle caring voice.
I bowed my head and took my slaves position. The guard moved out of my sight behind me but I continued to sense his presence.
I waited and waited. I must have stood in position for around half an hour, nothing happened. Eventually I heard the door to the room open and Master Booth appeared from behind me.
"Would you mind standing just outside in the hall for a while please Mike" Master Booth asked the Guard behind me.
"No sir, not a problem, just call out or press the alarm button and I will be straight in if you have any trouble with this one sir" the guard replied.
`I don't expect that I will Mike, but for a while I will keep you handy" Master Booth answered.
Master Booth waited till the guard left then sat in one of the lounge chairs.
"Come, stand before me," he commanded.
I did as ordered, still maintaining my slaves position.
"Welcome Steve, I presume you were informed about my purchase of you by the Slave Master at Piney Hills?"
"Yes Master" I replied.
"And ...? " Master asked
"Um ... thank you Master?" I replied hopefully, I didn't really know what to say.
He smiled at me and I let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Steve, I won't beat about the bush, I have looked at your body with desire all these months that you have caddied for me. I can no longer tolerate just grabbing your penis, which I like to do. I want your whole body".
"Now Steve we can do this as civilised men or we can do this as Master and Slave. You will find me a very compassionate Master if you do the right thing by me, but I am the Master and retribution will be swift and very painful if you betray that trust. Do you understand what I am saying and asking for Steve?" Master Booth asked.
"I think so master" I replied hesitantly.
"Lets be totally clear on this Steve" Master Booth stated, "I want you every Tuesday to Thursday night when I am down here at the plant to be my sexual slave. I will fuck you and make love to you. I don't want to tie you up and force this on you Steve. I want to have you lying in my bed of your own free will, as my sexual partner for those nights that I visit here, not because I have forced you to do it" Do you understand that Steve? Do you understand what I am asking of you?" Master Booth stated.
"Master I will try my hardest to satisfy your every wish. But please Master; if I don't meet your expectations at first please give me a second chance. This will be hard for me sir but I am willing to try Master" I said
"Thank you Steve" he said with compassion.
I hadn't been treated like this since I was enslaved and I really didn't know what to say or how to react.
After an embarrassing awkward pause I said, "Master I love Matt one of the other Caddies at Piney hills as I have told you when we have walked the course. I like you too Master in a different sort of way but I am not used to having sex with my Masters freely. At Green Bay Farms I did have sex with them but it was not like what you are asking of me Master".
`Ah ... yes, the McAlister brothers at Green Bay Farms, Calhoun and Billy-Joe, your Masters until today. I can imagine without too much effort what you mean when you say that sex with them was different to what I am asking of you" Master replied with a wink of his eye.
I smiled and even let out a slight laugh. I knew a slave was forbidden to speak except to reply to a Masters command but I sensed Master Booth was tolerant of me within the privacy of his own living quarters so I asked.
"They were still my Masters till today sir, I thought I was the property of the Piney Hills Golf Course sir?"
"No almost all of the caddies are actually the property of the brothers. Cal has taken on the responsibility of trying to break down the prejudices many of us northern citizens feel towards slavery and slaves through the caddy programme and has donated the services of most of the slave caddies to the club".
"I can tell you Steve it took quite a bit of negotiating on my behalf and an inflated price to buy your title from those two".
"Cal was diametrically opposed on the club board to setting some of you up as `Advice Caddies' as he felt it ruined what he was trying to achieve in displaying all you caddies as ornamental objects. He didn't want to sell you to me at first for the same reason".
"I won out both times though. Cal and Billy-Joe both know who ultimately controls their lively hood" Master stated with a smirk on his face".
"So Steve you will have sex with me freely, like a man. That is excellent Steve, I really didn't want to have to treat you like the slave that you are?" Master stated.
That last comment caused me to blush and Master must have noticed. Like he said at the beginning he was Master and I guess he was reiterating my true status just in case I got too big for my shoes.
"I really will try really hard to satisfy you Master" I replied.
"Excellent Steve, this is a very good start. Now I am going to dismiss the guard from outside the door but I warn you for your own safety, there are panic buttons everywhere in this room, and the guards can be here in seconds. Any hurtful or dangerous physical action against me, and the guards will take you, lock you up, and then I will arrange for you to be castrated. You do understand you are still a slave and who's the Master here Steve?"
"Yes Master I fully understand sir and I would never hurt you Master" I quickly replied. Thinking in my mind how Master Booth's threat was so similar to the one the McAlister brothers had made when I was in their bedroom at Green Bay Farms
After going out into the hall and dismissing the guard, Master beckoned me to follow him along the hall past numerous guest rooms till near the end of the hall we entered a much larger bedroom.
It was huge, bigger even than the McAlister brother's bedroom. Like their bedroom this room contained a massive bed in the centre of one wall, and there were chests of drawers, side tables, a huge study desk and a walk in robe that appeared to lead into Master Booths ensuite bathroom.
"Right Steve, lets shower and freshen up, I am looking forward to a good nights enjoyment" Master stated.
We walked through the walk in robe, which was only sparsely stocked with the Master's clothes. I guess his residence in New York had his full wardrobe.
Like the master bedroom the ensuite bathroom was huge. A deep old fashioned enamelled bathtub adorned one wall, there was also a spa bath that looked like it would accommodate at least three people in the centre of the room. The shower recess was capable of taking at least four people, though it was designed for two. I had never seen a shower like it.
My memory had faded as to the luxuries of my middle class life as I grew up before I was enslaved, however I was sure that I had never experienced a shower like this in any of the luxury hotels I had stayed at when on holidays with my parents as a teenager.
I stood there naked and waited my instructions.
"Ok Steve earn you keep, undress me" Master Booth gently ordered.
I know I blushed profusely at this order, I could feel the heat emanating from my face and Master Booth smiled at me, seeing my obvious discomfort.
I carefully took off my masters shirt, shoes, socks, trousers, watch and finally his beige coloured briefs.
Master Booth was in his late forties; he had nothing outstanding about his body. He was of average height about five foot ten I guess. His body showed the signs of middle age spread; he was defiantly carrying the beginnings of a `spare tyre' around his belly, the consequences of his administrative, not very physical life style. His hair was still thick and predominantly grey but still showed the odd fleck of the dark brown colour it had been in his youth. His eyes were blue and his body had a medium covering of body hair, most of which was still much darker than his head hair. I looked with envy at his chest hair, his pubes his hairy arms and legs, those signs of male free status, all of which I was forbidden to grow as a slave.
His cock was semi erect and like his body was just average in size, it looked like it would not grow much past five inches when fully erect. He wasn't well hung; his ball sac seemed plump but fairly tight set.
I thought to myself, this is going to be difficult Steve. Just do it, he's being nice to you; don't wreck this opportunity just because he isn't sexually appealing to you.
Master turned on the shower and after adjusting the temperature and water flows, took my hand and walked me in to shower with him.
The shower had water shooting out at you from all angles, from above your head, on the sides, from near the floor level. You could if you knew how to drive the control panel adjust these streams of water to suit your body size and comfort levels. I just stood there enjoying the sheer luxury of a hot shower.
My mind was drifting away into another realm with the sensuousness of the shower, so much so that when Master ran the soap down my chest and stroked my cock I gasped.
What followed was the most sensuous shower I had ever experienced. Master soaped me all up, and then massaged my body all over as I stood in the shower under the streams of running hot water. By the end of his washing and massaging of me, I was that close to shooting my load, there and then in the shower, I barely managed to contain myself.
I may not of been turned on by the look of Master Booths body but let me tell you if you close your eyes it doesn't matter if the person arousing you is a young, handsome, taught bodied buck or a slightly plump grey haired middle aged guy. If they know what they are doing and Master Booth sure did then my inhibitions about his age and body appearance were soon overcome.
"Now Steve your turn to do the same for me" Master requested.
I tried to do for him what he had done for me. I tried real hard to recreate for my master what he had just done for me. I wasn't as good at it and soon I found myself apologising to him, stating that this was a new experience for me and that I needed to practise it a few times.
It certainly was a new experience for me. Any shower was an experience for me in the last nine years of my life, but even before that it was not something I was used too. My brothers being five and six years older than me, we had never even shared a shower or bath that I could remember, even when I was very little.
Master was not upset at my efforts though and actually thanked me for my efforts. I just didn't know how to react to a Master acting like that. The McAlister brothers and everyone at the course just treated you like animals or items of property. Master Booth was treating me so different.
Perhaps he was just super smart, because his actions had an immediate impact on me. I felt I really had to try to do what he so desperately wanted. He wanted my body. I couldn't say no, not because I was a slave and had to do as I was ordered but because already I did not want to hurt his feelings. He was treating me like I had only dreamt was possible. I was totally captured by his kindness and courtesy.
When we finished showering, Master towelled me down and I did the same for him.
I was only semi erect but Master was now totally erect in anticipation of what he had planned.
He was not ashamed of his erection, far from it in fact, he actually openly told me as I stood there, "Steve I am so looking forward to this, thank you"
Though a slave is forbidden to speak except to reply to your Masters commands I decided this was an opportunity to show the humorous side of my personality and that this was also a far too intimate a situation to fall back into slave protocol so I said, "Yes I can see that Master", as I glanced down at his erect cock and smiled a big cheesy smile.
He laughed out loud then reached over and pulled me to him.
He kissed me passionately on my lips. At first, as I was startled I resisted slightly but quickly remembered who was master and relaxed my lips. His tongue quickly separated them and was exploring my mouth. Again I closed my eyes and let the feelings take over.
Ok I knew this was a middle-aged grey-headed guy making love to me but on the sensual plane he was good. He had done this before and he was doing it with love and passion.
Maybe the night in bed wouldn't be so bad after all, especially if he turned out the lights!
End Chapter 2 (Part 11 Continuance of Original)