This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Hum
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com
Road to Slavery, Road to Life
By Rob
Chapter 26 & Epilogue
Chapter 26
A Big Change.
The project was into it's 12th week. Everything was moving along exactly as
planned. All sections were on schedule. The time had just flown by. I had
only seen the Master once during the entire period. He called me to his office
at the beginning of the 8th week for a complete briefing on progress. He was
very happy with the report and sent me back to my office. I had not seen him
since.
I still had a feeling that something was wrong. The Master never took me on
anymore outings. I was living almost the same as I had prior to becoming a
slave. John and/or Erin and sometimes Ed would arrive in mornings for the
cleansing. We would also eat most of our meals together in the slave dining
hall. Life had taken on a routine.
William asked me to join him for dinner tonight and I had fallin' all over
myself accepting. William and I were spending more and more time together.
Last week I had spent the entire weekend with him in his apartment.
At six o'clock I told my secretary, Phil, to get the report we had been working
on down to Eric and I would see him in the morning. He left with the report
while I began to put away the files we had been using.
I headed straight for William's apartment. As the elevator door opened onto
his foyer, I gave a suppressed giggle, as I always did lately. The condom was
still hanging from crystal Mickey's dick and my pouch was still sitting on his
head where it had landed the day of William's return.
Because it was necessary for me to go to various offices downtown during the day
in the performance of my duties, I now wore conservative business suits during
working hours. I entered William's living room and removed my jacket, laying it
across the back of a chair.
I walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a rye and 7. This was the
only place other than the formal dining room where alcohol was permitted.
William had given me permission the first night he was back to help myself
anytime.
I sure needed the drink, it had been a long, grueling day. It started with one
major problem, which we managed to get fixed in less than an hour, then a whole
bunch of little ones, one right after the other. By noon hour we were bogged
down with all these little frustrations.
By four, everything had been cleared up, but I then had to prepare a report
which should have been done first thing in the morning. Phil stayed and helped
me get it finished.
I sat in William's big easy chair rocker, took a sip of my drink, put my head
back and closed my eyes. I didn't hear anyone come in or even feel a presence.
Suddenly the Master's voice almost caused me a heart attack.
"Hello Rob, how's the project?" he asked.
I was startled, which caused me to jump, spilling my drink onto the floor.
"Ah....right on schedule Sir." I stammered.
"Good. Did you get the report for the board finished today?"
"Yes Sir. Phil was going to deliver it to Eric on his way to dinner."
As I answered I went to the bar and picked up a cloth to wipe the floor. Thank
goodness the floor was hardwood. I wiped up the mess and took the rag and my
empty glass back to the bar.
"Would you care for a drink, Sir." I asked.
"Yes, same as you are drinking." he replied, which gave me permission to refill
my glass.
We carried on with talk about the project until William finally showed up. He
poured himself a drink and joined us. The Master's drink was just about gone
as was mine.
"Would you care for a refill, Sir." I asked.
"Yes please, Rob."
Although he hadn't included me in his reply I was going to take a chance that it
was permissible. I needed another.
I made the drinks and carried them over, handing him his. He took it and
mumbled thanks as he listened to what William was saying.
It turned out that the Master was joining us for dinner. William had neglected
to tell me, I thought we were going to have a nice dinner and great sex. Turned
out that we had a nice dinner and some very important business discussions.
After dinner we adjourned to William's den, I didn't even know he had one. It
was a cozy, manly place, with wall to wall bookshelves filled to overflowing.
It looked like these books were not here for show. Someone read them.
We each sat in a big leather wing chair as one of the serving slaves served the
brandy and then coffee. We now got down to some very important discussions
about....... well, about yours truly.
After some preliminary questions about things such as: how I felt about being
the personal property of another man; the contract I had signed; how I had
been treated; did I regret having signed the contract, etc., etc., the Master
popped the big question.
"Rob, William would like me to transfer your ownership to him. He would like
you to fill the role for him that Henry fills for me." he paused, looking me
straight in the eye.
My heart was pounding so hard I am sure they both could hear it.
"He made this request over a month ago and I have been putting off giving him an
answer. I was not completely convinced that you are ready for such a role. I
know you have the potential, I am just not sure you are ready." he took a sip
of his brandy.
"Well, William has become impatient, as is usual for youth, he wants an answer.
But the answer can not come from me alone. Under the current terms of the
contract it is none transferable without your consent." again he looked deep
into my eyes.
"Rob, would you consent to a transfer of your contract from me to William?" he
asked it point blank.
I was flabbergasted. It looked like he was actually going to transfer my
ownership to William.
"If it pleases you Master, for me to consent to a transfer of my contract to
Master William and undergo training to be his personal servant, I would gladly
give that consent, Sir." I said. See I learned my lessons real well.
A smile lit up his face.
"Maybe I have misjudged just how far you really have come, Rob. Then so be it.
First thing tomorrow morning the two of you be in my office for the formal
transfer."
Epilogue
My Road to Slavery began 35 years ago, today. This is the anniversary of that
day the Master yelled at me in the check out line of the supermarket.
While it is a happy occasion, which I would love to celebrate, today is also a
very sad day.
The Master passed away in his sleep during the night. He was 76. Henry came
directly to William's apartment to give us the bad news. I am now sitting
here holding Henry, also in his 70's, tightly while he cries on my shoulder. I
want desperately to sooth his grief, but know I can not succeed. William has
gone down to talk with the doctor.
As I sit here rocking the grieving Henry, I think back on the past 35 years.
It has been a wonderful life. I don't think I could ever have been as happy
had the Master not taken me.
William and I have lived together in his apartment ever since the day I signed
the transfer papers giving him ownership of my body. Although William has the
contract, he has never treated me as a slave. I finished the project and then
was assigned various other positions within The House of Scott business empire.
I was wrong about never seeing Rich again. He is a very important member of the
board of the House of Scott. Every once in a while William invites him over
and we have one hell of a, manage et trois.
The Master handed over the reins of The House of Scott to William 10 years ago.
Two years later, Rich retired and William elevated me to the position of Vice
President.
John and Erin are still slaves in the House of Scott. John is the Household
manager and Erin is his assistant. They were both appointed to these positions
some 18 years ago when old Tony had passed away. They still live together in
the same appartment they shared when we first met. We still all get together
for some dandy orgies and sometimes just a nice one on one in the whirlpool.
David has become the First Chef and manager for all House of Scott Food
Services. It involves much more than just the mansion. He is a very busy man
with a staff of over 300 people, 40 of whom are slaves like himself.
Master Jackson was killed in a automobile accident, 3 weeks before Ed was due to
go back. Ed decided to transfer his contract to Master Scott. He and David
had become very, very good friends and the Master had given permission for them
to move in together. Ed is now William's secretary.
Life has been very good. For me the Road to Slavery has turned out to be the
Road to Life.
The End.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to: robolder@excite.com
