A Violent Lad -Revised

A knew a small boy who was a violent young lad. He was smaller than most of the boys in our school and he started out being the smartest of us all. Yes, he wore spectacles and we called him four-eyes. He smelled from not taking a bath and his tattered clothes were often than not, dirty. He was a friendless boy that was teased relentlessly for things that were beyond his control. Then one day he disappeared from our school and from the streets were he suffered ridicule and bullying. The only reason that anyone cared was because we had to find another victim to torment.

Years later he reappeared to me in the halls of the private military school where my parents stuck me to remove me from the bad crowd that I began to run with. He had changed and so had his name. He was Jim Jones and then he became James William Harriman because he was taken in by a relative on his mother's side and adopted. The names "Jones" was never spoken in the Harriman family after James's father murdered his mother. The old man never got tried for the crime because while he was passed out on the lounge floor, little Jimmy bashed his brains in with the very same wood base ball bat that the old man used to kill Jimmy's mother.

James had grown from his pixie sized self to a strong young man who was quiet and brooding. He was no more the boy we picked on in the primary grades. He was taller than most and had grown broad and confident under his cousin's treatments and gym practice. In fact, when James recognized me as one of his tormentors, he throttled me and nearly beat my face in with his fists.

"Hey Jimmy boy, you fuckin' changed yourself into a violent beast! I understand why you hate me and I'm sorry for treating you worse than shit. Good going ! I hope you got your revenge against me out of your way". I truly respected him after he punched me out and wanted to be his mate. It took a while but be warmed up to me and we eventually got close enough to be roomies and fuckmates.

Jimmy and I flipped to see who would fuck whom. I never admitted it then but I liked being his bitch.
James was well endowed (a bit like a horse). His uncut cock seemed to hang half way to his knees and his sack was even longer. It reminded me of  a saint surrounded by a soft fleshy halo. James knew exactly how to make that cock work for him and his pleasure while trashing my hole, VIOLENTLY!

And then, James went off to the US to attend MIT. He took his violence and his cock with him but brought it back to the UK for holidays with his family. James an I met for sex when he came home. It wasn't known for years but James had a fantasy that he's been hunting down all of his primary school tormentors and beating them to death with the same baseball bat that he used to kill his father. Both boys and girls, he tied them up, fucked them then beat them until their faces were unrecognizable. Of course, he caught himself in the depth of his anger and need for revenge and talked it away with the psychiatrist who had been treating him ever since the day that his fear and anger caused him to snap and defend himself from the violence that he grew up with.

Jimmy eventually joined my gang. The would be thugs with the shaved heads embraced him and gave him a permanent "band of brothers".

I think that we gave him a family that would support him and keep him safe and sane enough to keep him from acting out his fantasy of revenge.

The Tale of a Red Tail

Later yesterday I saw the Master's walking on the hillside looking like they were having a serious conversation.

Master came to my studio to fetch me and tell me The Tale of a Red Tale. Christian has CCTV in all the rooms of the house. A signal tells him when people move from room to room when guests are in the house. He got a signal from Master's office so he decided to check it out. Reggie's boy was in the room going through Master's desk drawers. He found the petty cash box and lifted some of the bigger bills from it and stuffed it into his pocket. He also took a tiny (barely larger than a thumb nail) gold dragon from the book shelf behind the desk. It was petty theft but none the less theft.

Christian quietly called Ian and Reggie to his office and asked them to view the recording. Reggie was torn. This boy was new and he liked him a great deal but there was no way to excuse theft in a family member's home or any where for that matter. That is why they sent me to my studio. If I had known I would have confronted him and thrown him out regardless of Reggie's feelings for him. I would have felt, most of all, that I was protecting Reggie. The Master's know me well.

Master said that Reggie, Christian and he confronted the boy, showing the video on an Ipad. The boy was stunned and humiliated, especially when Reggie voiced his grief over meeting a boy that he really cared for who turned out to be a thief who disrespected him by disrespecting his family. As a result of the Master's conversation out on their hillside walk, Reggie offered the boy two options. Being sent away or taking the punishment that no one wanted to give. The boy was quick to choose the punishment, not knowing what it was. Master said he thought the boy was thinking it was a horny punishment, the kind that goes on when you want to get your rocks off.

Reggie, Christian and Master took the boy to the punishment. The light in the room is blindingly bright. They ordered him to strip and fold his cloths neatly. The ordered him to stand at attention and explained the punishment and that once it starts there is no way out. They also told him that if he were ever to steal again that the punishment would increase exponentially.

"Lay face down on the table. To avoid mistaking this for play, you will not be bound, gagged or blindfolded. You are to lay on the table remaining motionless and expressionless. You remain perfectly still and quiet or you punishment will increase exponentially. This will take all your abilities to control yourself. Christopher will administer the punishment. You will receive ten stroke from this strap and then a minute to rest. You will receive two similar sets of strokes followed by twenty rapid fire strokes. Remember, he is in charge and that any movement or reaction from you will cause the punishment to begin anew but the number of strokes will double. Do you understand? This is your last chance to choose between being sent away, never to see Me again or the punishment".

Master said the boy's eyes welled up with tears. Reggie turned his back to him and Master explained that crying was a reaction that is not permissible. I know this punishment from experience. It is torture, primarily because of the self control that it takes to remain absolutely stoic.

Master said the boy laid on the table without saying another word. Christian punished him with care filled expertise. The boy bounced involuntarily and braced himself as if he wanted to get up but then laid back down. He took all fifty strokes. Christian told him to remain on the table and think about what pain he caused the Masters to see him punished and to come up when he was ready to rejoin the family. He also told him that he could not talk about the punishment experience. "What's done is done". The three Master's left him alone in the room.

Tony made a great meal, as usual. Dinner went on for the evening.

Master took me to the dungeon after dinner and chained me to the wall. Reggie came out a while later to chain the boy to a cot in the adjoining cell.

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

 

I put the boy through hell the first night of his induction as an object. I intentionally worked him to see how far I could push him. I gave him a safe word just for the night that he never used. He did a lot of teeth gnashing and muffled screaming. When I stopped working him over I asked him if he wanted me to let him go, if he didn’t he was mine until I was tired of him.

I thought he was a smart-ass when he responded “Sir, shouldn’t I be gagged when you ask me that question?” but I found as I got to know him better that when I ask him questions during play that he would rather me not ask, he will decline and answer by asking a question. I could and do live with that, it is the best way that he can let me know I am in control of his life.

The essence of this is that in a sensual Master/slave relationship, he recognizes that to be a slave, he has to be a slave. Likewise, I am not a Master unless I treat him as my slave, possession and object. None of this is easy when living in the world outside of our chosen family. We are equal and he MUST make decisions based on his autonomy even though from the time of our marriage, he shares much of the real life decision making with me.

We are fortunate in that our work is all done from home so there is no separation between work life and our home life that most people have to work around. We don’t worry about retirement accounts or health care costs. We have catastrophic health coverage for the entire family. I take care of running ranch accounts. For my slave, the worst day of the week is when we spend the day in my office double checking accounts. The reality is that like in any relationship, one is always dominant over the other. Master and slave relationships are no different whether he goes to work, work together, what ever the relationship.

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Everyone on the ranch is busy working. Daniel was in bondage while in the family room with us. My slave was anxious and envious but it is not time for bondage or play. I can see his obsession and frustration growing with every passing day. It's a good thing. His only outlet is to serve me and cumming when I bang his prostate with my cock. He cums but there is no orgasm.

 

The Coversation

Jeff has been with us for a few days now. His hands are getting calloused and he is at last, going to bed and staying asleep most of the night. The sun and work is putting color back in his cheeks and he is eating full meals. This is like bringing Tommy home. I takes constant love, training, praise and a soft voice to build his confidence in us.

He has known for sometime that I belong to Master although he didn't understand that it was possible to live this lifestyle full time of everyday. He is thinking about, hoping about Christian taking him in. He asked "how do you know when", he wasn't given time to complete his question.

Master said "I knew the first time, the first day that he came to me. He was scarred, eager to please and a little beguiling. He seemed more interested in giving me what I wanted instead of the usual "do me" attitude that most boys that I played with displayed. He was immediately submissive while showing strength of character. He took what I gave him and he turned it to ecstasy someplace in his disturbed perverted mind." Master went on, describing me on the day I became his "object" for thirty days.

Christian sat at a far-away end of the dining table with a gentle smile on his face. I doubt that he will take Jeff beyond straightening his life out but I hope I am wrong.

Joe makes sunflower seed bread for us. It's a soft ancient grain bread that is loaded with sunflower seeds then finished by being rolled in sunflower seed before being baked. He made one of my favorite things for lunch today. His sunflower seed bread topped with turkey breast, romaine leaves, avocado spread and tomatoes with baked waffle fries mad or real potatoes. It's simple but I really love the flavors because everything is truly farm fresh. I always want more bread but I am most often denied.

I took my horses out early this morning. We went for a wild charge across the field to the gully at the far west of the property. I found wild raspberries. I took my t-shirt off and used it to collect the berries. This is my second July here and the first that I discovered the berries.

Security

I rely on my dogs and Llamas to keep more vulnerable animals like Alpaca and Pigmy Goats safe. I didn't realize how formidable Llamas are. They first let out a warning then spit at and bite intruders. They are almost fearless.

A worker in the vineyard climbed the fence near the goats.  The Llama let out a horrible screech and then charged the guy. They alarmed the dogs who were laying in the shade surrounded by Alpaca. They responded to the Llama at the same time that I ran out of the barn to see what the ruckus was about. The guy was pinned against the fence being attacked by our big male, the dogs were charging across the field barking with some of the geese in hot pursuit.

It was hilarious, except that the guy had gobs of grassy green spit on his face.  Llamas instinctively aim for the eyes.  We cleaned him up, flushed his eyes with water and had the crew foreman  drive him into the emergency room. He was okay but Chris had the foreman lay him off the job for leaving the vineyard.

It amuses me to see how the animals respond to each other. Sometimes I think I have a "Charlottes Web" thing going on. I fully expect they all speak English when no humans are around to hear them.