My Slave boy and Me -- Chapter 4
We continued to discuss the rules. Jacob seemed a little confused about his role. "Sir, I have been a slave since I was ten. First to my family, then as a prostitute and finally to people I served in the servitude program. I want to know what you expect me to do that is degrading and makes my Master happy. It is the only thing I know how to do to survive. I will gladly do anything you ask of me in order to keep my son with me and safe. I deserve to be treated as a useless whore. I am so grateful that you have taken me and my son that anything you want to do to me is ok and I accept it.I want you to treat me as your whore."
He was almost crying as he forced out the words. I put my arms around him to comfort him. His body felt so good. I could feel his cock pushed up against mine. He began to cry into my shoulder. I rubbed his back and he let me hands slide down to his firm ass, without question
"You will not be degraded. Yes, you will provide me with sex and comfort. I will not allow you to be abused or treated badly. You have seen enough of that. You will act as a father to your son and I will help you with that." I replied
"Sir, when will you beat me?" he asked softly. "I actually don't plan to beat you. Is that something you expect?" "Yes Sir. I have been beaten by my family or my masters almost daily. Sometimes with a strap, a paddle or their bare hands. My son was made to watch the beatings since he was old enough to understand. I still have some marks on me which if you find disgusting ... I will understand if you beat me more or return me. Just please save my son!" "But he is only like three!" I said. "It didn't matter to them" Sir, you may notice that he doesn't complain about much. He has been taught that he could be beaten too if he made any kind of fuss. He is already used to not having anything, not eating or drinking. He seems to understand that I am powerless to give him what he needs. You may have noticed that when he was thirsty in the marketplace, he suffered along with me and when he could stand it no longer, he tickled my cock with his mouth to make me piss. He gladly drank my urine to quench his thirst. I don't want him to do that. You have been so kind by feeding both of us and giving us things to drink. It is my duty to suffer to pay you back for your kindness as I have no money or any other way to repay you other than to offer you my body to use as you please."
"The boy will no longer ever drink your piss again. He will be provided all the food and proper drink he needs to grow and stay healthy. The same applies to you. I saw the marks on his back and buttocks. There were welts that probably once looked worse but seemed to be healing ok. I touched them gently but didn't find them offensive.
I released my hold on him. Instead of backing away, with tears in his eyes, he lowered himself down and kissed my cock and balls, my legs and my feet. I could feel myself get hard by his tender lovemaking to my body. I wanted to grab him and take him to bed and fuck him so bad. He licked the precum off my cock. "I want you desperately, but that will have to wait. Now go outside and play with the boy. We will have dinner then and afterward, when the boy goes to sleep, I will allow you to pleasure me with your body.
He looked up at me and smiled. There were still tears on his face but he stood, kissed my nipples and again thanked me for my kindness.
He turned and went outside. I watched from the door as he and the boy ran and chased one another. They laid down in the grass and rolled around. It was beautiful to see this beautiful youth and the small child playing in the grass. I noted that there were no toys for the little boy and decided that would be corrected the next day. I came out and invited them to come into the pool. The little boy seemed afraid at first but came along with his father. The three of us played in the pool for almost an hour before I decided to get out and get some food.
When I brought some snacks and beverages, I called the two out of the water. They came immediately. I poured lemonade for each of us. The small boy drank it. The youth looked to me as if for permission before he drank his or ate any snacks. They both seemed to savor the refreshment.
I asked the youth if he knew how to cook. He replied that he had done much of the cooking since his youth and would be honored if I allowed him to do it. I hated cooking so I gladly let him follow me to the kitchen. He stood at his usual present mode while I explained what was available in the freezer. I wanted to tell him not to do that, but found myself enjoying the view of his hot body. He accepted my gazes. I asked what he would like from the choices and he said he would eat anything I provided even what was left on my plate . I smiled at him knowing that could include any of my bodily fluids or worse but I knew he meant what he said and would do it if I told him to.
We settled on steaks. He asked how many I would eat. Of course I said just one. He took just one steak out of the freezer. I asked where the second was, figuring the child probably could not eat one himself. He looked puzzled. I asked where his was. And he told me that he would eat any scraps I had left. I told him that was unacceptable to me and promptly took a second steak out for him to grill. Although he protested my effort, I insisted that he cook two steaks on the grill. He complied with my wishes and got the cooking started.
As soon as the food was ready and called me to the table. There was only one setting for dinnerware. I sat down and he brought the food and placed a wonderful meal in front of me. He immediately went back to his "present" position and stood behind me. I asked where his and the boys food were. He looked somewhat startled and puzzled by the question.
"Sir, I will eat if allowed, after you have finished and I clean up the dishes." He replied. "NO", I commanded. " You will bring your food and sit down with me and bring the child his food too!"
"Yes, Master!" he said. He dropped his arms from behind his head, retrieved the boy from the yard and brought food for both. He didn't sit until I told him too. He seemed very uncomfortable sitting at the same table as me, but did so. He constantly looked my way asking if I needed anything. He was on the edge of his chair ready to get whatever I asked for. We ate and I asked the child about his day. He smiled and told me it was the best day he ever remembered. His young father smiled and ate. Once the dinner was finished, the youth jumped up and cleared the table. I took the small boy into the living room, placed him on my lap and got out a children's book which I read to him. He sat and enjoyed the story listening to my reading, laughing at all the right parts of the story. Once done, I put the book aside. The little boy sat patiently in my lap while I hugged him.
"May I do anything for you?" he said. I looked at him questionably wondering what he could do for me. " I will touch your cock and rub it." He said. "I want to do what my daddy does for his master!' he said proudly. "NO," I said. "Joshua, you are a child. You are not supposed to touch the genitals of any man. You may no longer touch any man's penis. That is not ok to do." "My daddy touches men's cocks and is made to lots of things. I want to be good like daddy!" "Your daddy is an adult. He may do those things but you are forbidden to do it. I don't want you to touch any person there. If you are told to do so, you must report it to me." He looked confused but didn't pursue it. I hugged him again and let him get off of my lap as his father appeared from the kitchen.
I told Jacob about the incident. He said that when he and child were in the last household, the boy was made to touch the man's cock after any kindness was shown. If he got him erect, he was made to watch while the man then forced his cock into the youth and fucked. It sounded like the if the child received any kindness, the youth was made to pay for it. I told Jacob that no such thing would be allowed. He thanked me for my kindness and for not humiliating him for it. The little boy yawned and I suggested that the boy be put to bed. I told Jacob to bathe the child and get him ready for bed while I read the day's newspaper. He thanked me again for the kindness and took him to get ready. I came in after the bath as he tucked the child into bed and told him another story. I was a beautiful scene to see the naked youth caring so much for the child. I went back to my chair. When the task was done, Jacob came back to the living room where he knelt on the floor in front of me. I acknowledged him and he bowed to me and placed his face into my crotch where he began to suck my cock. His mouth was amazing. I told him in between moans of pleasure, that he didn't need to do it. I caught his face enough to see tears in his eyes. I stopped the sucking for a moment and asked what was wrong. He looked up to me and said that nothing was wrong. He was just overcome by my kindness to him and Joshua and wanted to repay me in the only way he could. I pulled him up and kissed him on the mouth. I could see his penis becoming more erect. I said nothing but got up, embracing him and led him off to my bedroom.
He dropped to his knees again and began to savor my cock and balls. Shutters of excitement came over me. He got underneath me and turned so he could worship my ass which he tongued very deeply. I was in ecstasy . I pulled him down on the bed and climbed over him so he could continue to suck my balls and anus. I bent down and touched his cock and placed it in my mouth. He seemed surprised by this but continued to eat me with more passion. I licked and sucked his cock and balls. Savoring the taste of this hot youth. It wasn't more than a few moments when I felt him stiffen up and he shot a load of cum into my mouth. The taste was wonderful and sweet. As soon as he came, he moved quickly and began to apologize for his cumming. "Sir, oh Master, I am so sorry I came in your mouth. I deserve to be beaten as I never am allowed to do that.! Please forgive me!", he cried. I looked at him and saw the horror in his face at what had happened. I said nothing but pulled him close to me, cum drippng out of my mouth and kissed him. We felt one another's tongues as he took some of the cum into his mouth. I hugged him and whispered that I wanted to taste him and it was my reward. "Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in me." He cried. I began to reach for the lube in the bedside table but he said he only deserved to be fucked without any lube like the whore he was. He laid on his back with his legs up exposing his beautiful anus. Instead of lubing him, I bent over a placed my mouth on his hole and began to lick. "Master, he cried, you can just rape me as the others. There is no need to pleasure me first!" I paid no attention as I tongued and sucked on his anus, leaving lots of my spit on the hole. He moaned with pleasure as I ate him. I moved my body and touched his opening with my cock. "Rape me please, Sir!" he cried. I began to penetrate his hole. It slid in comfortably and I pushed farther stretching his second inner ring. He moaned softly and I pushed more entering him fully. I began to thrust in and out. I felt his strong muscles grab my cock as I thrust. I only lasted a few minutes and yelled that I was cumming. He didn't react other than to squeeze harder. I shot a huge load into his hole. There must have been at least five blasts of cum into his young body. Once done, he released my cock and it came out. He hurried around to put his mouth on it and to begin to lick it clean. I didn't know if his hole was dirty or clean but he sucked like a starved person, taking in all that was there. Once he was done, I kissed him again tasting my cum and still the taste of his along with the moisture of his ass. It was manly and delicious. We kissed for several moments. I looked into his face and saw a satisfaction I had not seen before. There were also tears of joy in his eyes. He told me after as we laid in the bed embracing, that I had provided him the most loving fuck he had ever had. He said that no one had ever treated him that way before. I said I had to go pee and began to get up. "Master," he said. May I suck the nectar from you. I want to take anything your body makes. It would be an honor to drink your urine. I looked a little surprised but allowed him to take my cock back in his mouth. I began to piss and he dank hungrily from my cock, swallowing fast. When I was done, I pulled him back up and kissed him. He tasted like cum and piss, but it was the most delicious taste I ever experienced. He tried to avoid me tasting his mouth but I only held on harder until he understood that I wanted it that way.
We both laid down. I cuddled him in my arms and well fell asleep until dawn.
The next morning, I awoke to the nicest sensation I ever felt. My balls were tingling and my cock was hard. I felt a smooth hand massaging it while a warm tongue was licking my hole. It must have been happening for a few minutes. I moved, somewhat startled once I knew what was happening. The gorgeous face of my slave youth looked up to me. "I'm sorry, master. Did I injure you!" he asked with a worried look on his face. "Far from injured, it was wonderful. But I haven't showered since yesterday." I replied. "My honor, Sir! I would eat your hole all day if permitted. It is my duty to make sure my master awakes happy. You may relieve yourself on me if you wish!" "No, not necessary. I can relieve myself in the bathroom. It was a wonderful way to wake up in the morning. "I will be pleased to it everyday for you, Master!" I pulled him up to me and kissed his wonderful mouth. It tasted a bit like my ass but I didn't care. I climbed out of bed and took him by the hand and we went into the bathroom where we both had a good morning piss. I then shaved. It was clear he still didn't do much shaving nor needed to. I gave him a toothbrush and we cleaned up together. I then led him into the shower where the hot water ran over us. I showed him how to use a device I had purchased and installed, that allowed me to push a small dildo looking thing into my ass that cleansed it. I did it too him also. We washed one another's bodies taking longer than necessary to wash the cock and balls. When we were done, he knelt down and kissed both of my feet. He began to dry me as soon as I came out of the shower. He stood there, all wet. I started to dry him and he stopped me to tell me that was unnecessary and that I didn't need to waste a towel on him. I looked at him, frowned and proceeded to dry him thoroughly.
We went out to have breakfast which he made. He also got cereal and juice for Joshua. Joshua reluctantly sat down at the table to eat his breakfast also. I told them I had some shopping to do. Joshua came up and hugged me and went out to play. Jacob asked for his list of duties to perform after breakfast. I gave him some things to do including a little housework, vacuuming the pool and other gardening. He seemed happy to do the tasks. I got dressed and drove to the local mall. I had survey Joshua's size as well as Jacob's. While at the mall, I purchased some pants and shorts for Jacob, a tank top and tees and a pair of flip flop shoes an a nicer shirt. For Joshua I got some shorts and tees and some shoes too. I also picked up some toys and a few books. All in all, I had spent several hundred dollars before I returned to the house.
Joshua was all exited about his toys and book. Jacob looked at me and said it was wonderful but not necessary to buy him toys. I had seen him at the marketplace amusing himself for some time with stones or sticks. I told Jacob he was to have those things. He was even more amazed at the clothes I bought him. Tears were in his eyes as we put the things away.
It was a delight watching Jacob do his chores and to have him prepare my meals. It was an even greater delight to have him for sex. After a few weeks of his caring attention, I felt wonderful. It was also good to see both youths look healthier and happier. Joshua gained a few pounds and looked more like a typical three year old. Jacob began to fill out a bit too as his chest seemed to get bigger and his body a little less thin. Jacob was a good cook too. I think I even gained a pound or two! We spent most of our time as nudists. Jacob didn't mind in the least and was comfortable going out and working in the yard wearing only the tags that hung from the metal band around the base of his cock. I still didn't like the fact that Joshua had the same tags. How wrong to make a three year old wear such things! Of course no one from any agency that was supposed to supervise the volunteer servitude people ever came to check on them. I think if they were dead the agency could have cared less!
Jacob continued to be my bed partner every night after Joshua was put to bed. Sex with him was the best I ever had and considering his age, I couldn't believe that any man could make another so aroused. His warm mouth sucking and licking my ass and crotch every morning stated my day perfectly. Jacob learned to relax some and smiled more often. He seemed to be at total peace. He very willingly allowed me to keep his crotch hair trimmed short and formed into a narrow "V" shape which I really liked. He asked if he had too much hair on his anus. I obviously inspected it often. He kept it very clean. I sometimes trimmed it but liked the look of just a little hair there. I also trimmed his armpit hair. He had a nice little bush under each arm and I liked how it added to his masculinity. He said others had shaved it off completely as they had done to his crotch hair. I think he enjoyed having both. He kept us both clean bathing himself and making sure I was washed thoroughly each morning in the shower. We sometimes bathed in a large whirlpool tub in my bathroom. He would sit in front of me with his hands stroking my cock and balls. He knew it drove me crazy to have his hands massaging me there and he smiled at me the entire time. He still insisted on sometimes drinking my urine. I liked it but felt that it was wrong to make him do it. He said he did it out of love and admiration as a sign that anything that came from me was a treasure that should not be wasted. I didn't let him do it everyday but seeing him suck the piss out of me was a turn on!
I so enjoyed watching him play with his son. They laughed and rolled around in the grass when he wasn't working. He took all responsibility for caring for his son. He bathed him each night before putting him to bed. I sometimes came in to watch. One day, as Jacob was bending over the tub., Joshua reached up and touched his father's cock. I was proud of him as he corrected the boy and told him he was never to do that. The child quickly moved his hand away. Jacob told him his personal body parts were his alone and that he should never touch any other person's genitals or allow anyone to touch his. He explained calmly that a person was only to allow someone's touch in love once he was older. "But others have done that to you, Daddy." He said questioningly. "They are wrong to do it and it shouldn't be allowed. I only allow my Master to touch me now he said because I love him so much and would let him do anything. Also, I am now an adult." Joshua did not know I was watching until I spoke up and said his Daddy was right. He turned and looked embarrassed that I had heard him. "I'm sorry Sir that I spoke about you without your permission." He said. "You are very right though and I love you to Jacob", I replied. He smiled at me and continued to finish bathing the boy and getting him ready for bed.
I wondered whether I should start requiring all of us to wear some sort of covering of our genitals. I decided to wait and see.
I asked Jacob more about his upbringing. He seemed to want to forget it but he told me what he remembered. He had lived with his mother. His real father had died in a war effort. They lived in an apartment and he seemed to have had a normal childhood but his mother eventually wanted to remarry and provide him a father. She met the man that he remembered as his father. He had two sons who were older than Jacob. They were young teens. Jacob said they never really got along well. Maybe it was because he was younger than they were. Jacob said that as long as he could remember, he had been more attracted to men than women. He really wanted to play and be with his older stepbrothers but they usually treated him badly.
After about only a two years, his mother got sick and required a lot of care. She eventually died and Jacob was left alone with the stepbrothers and his new father. The father seemed to favor his own natural sons more but kept Jacob and agreed to raise him. When Jacob was about 10, his older brothers found him in the bathroom. They really didn't care if they gave him any privacy or not. They discovered that Jacob had an usually big cock and balls for a ten year old. They teased and laughed at him about it, calling him donkey cock and other names. As they all slept in the same room, the taunts usually continued there. The stepbrothers were pretty streetwise and ran the streets with gangs and bullies. Jacob tried to stay away from them but they eventually kept a focus on him One night, when Jacob was already in bed, they came in and terrorized him, hitting him and calling him names. The father was out on one his usual drunks so he was no where to be found. The taunts and bullying continued and eventually got sexual. They stripped him of his pajamas and made him suck their cocks. Over the next several weeks, it continued and they finally raped him in his own bed. They made him suck them off, pissed on him and let their bullying friends do the same. Jacob tried to stay away as much as possible. His grades in school slid and he avoided them as much as he could. He found when they did catch him, the bullying and sexual abuse was only worse.
He finally found the courage to tell his stepfather about it. That was a mistake as the stepfather didn't believe him. When the brothers were away, the stepfather actually brought Jacob in his bedroom, supposedly to check out his injuries but it ended up that he too raped Jacob. Sore and afraid, he sought out comfort wherever he could. He met up with street kids who let him stay with them. Things progressed into Jacob trying out first pot and then more street drugs. The problem of course was that he had no money to pay for the drugs or food. Eventually, one of the drug dealers hooked Jacob up with a pimp who found him very attractive and used him for sex. When he saw that Jacob had an usually large cock for his age, almost 5.5 inches long and bigger balls than most boys is age, he decided that he was perfect to rent out to all kinds of men to be used as a sex toy. Jacob was almost in tears as he talked about being used. He hated having strange men play with his cock, fuck him and make him do all kinds of deviant sexual acts. He learned how to pleasure and man and get him off. The only part he liked was he now got some of the money so he was able to buy food and stuff he enjoyed. He rarely went home but when he did, he was still used sexually by the stepfather and stepbrothers who now considered him their whore. He continued to hang out with street kids but with money found he could run the streets. He didn't attend much school and little effort was apparently made to solve his issues. This continued until he was about 15. By now he was more sexually mature. His cock had gotten bigger and he developed other manly traits that at the time, seemed cool to him. He continued to use drugs and alcohol. He hung out at malls and places where he could meet men and have sex in public places. He still wasn't sure about his sexuality and sometimes was attracted to young girls who found him good looking and fun. He didn't recall how it all happened but he met a girl in a mall who was very attracted to him. He liked her better as a friend than romantically. She even invited him to her home where he tried to act as a straight boy. That got him food and a place to sleep. Apparently, while high, he had sex with her. That's when his world changed dramatically. She told him she was pregnant. He felt bad but had no where to turn. Her parents were enraged when they found out but insisted that she have the baby and then planned to put the baby up for adoption. Being a caring person who really only wanted to be loved, he decided that he wanted to keep the child no matter what. Probably not a real wise decision as he had no real home but he couldn't stand the thought of his own flesh and blood being given away to someone else. He already had love for the child before it was born.
He decided to go back home to his stepfather who by now had married another woman. After much pleading and begging, and agreeing to anything the father wanted, it was agreed that he could move back in. The new stepmother wasn't happy but Jacob suspected that his stepfather figured he could resume using him for sexual pleasure. Jacob had no where else to go so after the birth, he took the child and came home. He wanted his life to turn around. He officially dropped out of school and got a job in fast food. When he wasn't working, he cared for the baby himself. Not getting real good medical care, the child was often sickly but Jacob did everything he could to care for the little boy he had named Joshua.
Within months, the parents of the girl who had the baby, filed papers charging him with rape. Jacobs stepparents who cared little for the child, told him they wouldn't fight the court case and he would likely go to prison. The other choice was volunteer servitude. Prison meant losing the baby, probably forever to adoption. Volunteer servitude meant he might lose the child but there was a slight chance that he could keep him. Jacob didn't like either choice but finally decided that servitude was his only option. He had no idea exactly what it meant being only 16 by now. He went to court and accepted his fate. Little did he realize that it was in effect selling himself into slavery. The court said it would be for ten years but he quickly discovered that poor records were kept and that he would have to pay back whoever took him before the servitude would actually end.
Jacob was in tears now as he finished his story. I held him and let him cry. The poor kid had learned a very hard lesson about life's struggles and to imagine he had faced it all on his own was awful. One unsuccessful event after another had led him to becoming my slave, a fate he now accepted. His only hope was that he could keep his child and raise him until he was able to fend for himself.
I was so glad that I had been able to find him and hopefully bring his life in slavery back to normal.