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themaleservant · 17 days ago

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[Part 1 - due to limits in the amount of images I can upload on my phone. Part 2 will follow soon. Let me know your thoughts, ideas and predictions for the storyline!]

Today was finally the day. I grew up in a rather wealthy environment, big mansions, expensive cars and multiple holiday houses. I could get everything I wanted, and have someone else do it for me. I was the definition of a spoiled brat.

I have always been interested in the Roman Empire. Now I study history, and specialized in Ancient Rome. My focus is on societal hierarchy and the place of slaves and non-citizens.

Growing up I had always envisioned myself in a big Roman villa with an army of slaves and servants. When I found out a place like that actually exists, I had to visit.

My dad pulled some strings with an old fraternity brother of his’, whose brother owns property on the island.

After a short email exchange, today was finally the day of my visit. As I approached the pier, I saw an older man in a crisp white toga. He must be important. Surrounding him were some 10 men my age. All naked except for a small loincloth.

I introduced myself to the man, who told me to call his name was Senator Marcus Aurorius. I looked around, all of the kneeling men are gorgeous. “Who are they?” I ask the senator.

“We don’t care who they are. These are all voluntary enslaved. Ancient Rome had a huge amount of slaves in the population, something we want to recreate. We offer free housing and food, training and a small salary to volunteer slaves. It’s a tough job, as soon as they sign they no longer have any control over their lives. Their contracts run from a couple of weeks to up to 10 years. We can do anything do to them, as long as it is legal. You can see some already start to doubt their choices. They all do at the start. I hope I can win one in the auction this afternoon, it’s been a while since I bought fresh livestock to train.

After a while the boat docked, a traditional vessel. We boarded. After we left, the senator took me with him. "We are going to inspect the merchandise!" He exclaimed, quite excitedly. We walked towards the front of the ship, were older men in drab tunics were overseeing the kneeling slaves. "Freemen." He explained. "They have been released from slavery, often after years or decades of service, but choose to remain in the employment of their former owners or other island citizens and oversee the slaves. These work for the Island Council, which is responsible for the general upkeep of everything a government is responsible of. These men here, for example, are tasked with slave transport."

The men bowed their heads slightly to the senator. We approached the first slave. "State your name, age, origin and why you chose to be enslaved." The senator calmly ordered.

"My name is Mike, I am 19 years old and am from Salt Like City, lord. He responded. I submitted myself because I have always been submissive, and knew that serving on the island is my destiny, lord."

We moved on and halted before the next slave. "You, slave?" He said.

"My name is Matteo, I am 18 years old and am from Rome, my lord. I grew up near the Forum Romana and fantasized of life in the ancient city. I had my first hard-on in history class, when slavery in Ancient Rome was discussed. I then knew I somehow had to serve. I am proud to kneel here before you, my lord."

This repeated with the rest of the slaves. All seemed quite excited for what was ahead of them.

"Slaves, this morning you left behind your old lives. You were stripped of your modern clothes and had your freedom taken away. Now, it is time for the next step in your enslavement. It is time to receive your permanent collar. By law, all owned slaves must be collared with a City Council provided collar at all times. It has been engraved with your free names and slave numbers. Your slave number will be your new identity. The overseer will read it aloud one time before collaring you, you must know it by heart. It will be used to track your existence. Every time you are being sold or change owner in any other way, it will be registered by the Council. You will have no choice in who owns you, who uses you or what you are ordered to do. Overseers, please proceed with the collaring. Slaves, thank the overseer for receiving your collar. May your collar remind you of your status as a slave and may it motivate you to be the best slave you can be."

Quickly after the collaring ceremony finished, we reached the port of the island. "Roma Nova, there she is!" The senator exclaimed excitedly. Look there, Arthur, that is our promised land. As soon as we arrive, I will point out the visitor's centre. Your host, young citizen Ocatvius, will be waiting there for you. You will be given a tunic to wear as we do not allow modern clothing on the island. Octavius will have received extra from the Council, so you are guaranteed fresh clothing during your stay.

As we approached the shore, I saw plenty of people in the harbor. Most seemed to be freemen or other free people. I knew that there were also plenty of 'regular' laborers, being paid a normal salary and living in regular circumstances on neighbouring islands. Amongst them, I saw a citizen. He held a leash, with on it a beautiful slave on all fours.

"That is Mars, he is known for his slave dogs. He is looking for a new one, and is hoping to buy one off of this fresh batch we are bringing in. I have always been interested in having a well-trained slave dog, so I might buy one off of him. Mars really knows how to train them properly, he must have had at least 20 or 30 over the past 10 years.”

I looked at the man and his slave. The handsome boy was kneeling obediently, not moving an inch.

As we walked off the ship, the senator pointed out a small building. Octavius will be waiting there for you, so you can get changed. Although you look very handsome in this outfit, it can’t be allowed onto the island. It was a pleasure to meet you and introduce you to the first aspects of our life, I am sure we’ll be seeing each other again in the next days!”

With that he said goodbye and left. A group of 6 burly slaves appeared with a litter chair. He got in and they walked away.

I continued walking towards the small building. A slave opened the door for me. “Welcome, sir.” The boy said. Inside, I found Octavius. He was way younger than I had expected, he seemed to be my age. He was so handsome, even more gorgeous in his luxurious toga with a beautiful slave kneeling besides him obediently. He was a real man.

“You must be Arthur! Welcome to Roma Nova, paradise on earth. I am Octavius. I became a citizen one year ago, after my late father left me his property on the island. I haven’t left since. This here is my slave, one of them anyways. I own about 30. I will be your host during your stay. I am excited to show you life on the island. Perhaps you will become our newest citizen, as I understand and see that you come from money. Being a citizen is expensive, I will tell you all about it. But first, let’s get your handsome ass into a more proper outfit. You look amazing like this, but I think we have something great for you.

“Slave, take our guest to the changing room and assist him.” He ordered the kneeling boy. The slave stood up obediently, not saying a word. He walked towards a door, I followed. He closed the door behind me.

“Sir, may I please undress you? I have been instructed to strip you of all modern clothing and dress you in a special tunic.”

I nodded.

He started unbuttoning my shirt, carefully taking it off and folding it before he continued with my shoes and pants. It felt quite amazing to be served like that. I thought he was done as I stood in my underwear, but he gently pulled those down too. I now stood naked, even more exposed than the slave.

“You have a great body, sir. A cock most men can only dream of. I will be hoping to serve you soon, sir.” He blushed a bit.

From a wardrobe, he pulled a very long tunic and put it on me. “Now you are ready sir, please let’s return to master Octavius.”

The slave hurried back to kneel besides his master. Octavius didn’t pay any attention him, but looked at me as I appeared from the door. “Arthur! You look amazing! You look like you belong here. A real, citizen’s, toga would definitely suit you. I hope my slave behaved well, it must’ve been weird to be undressed by it and to be naked in its presence.” He petted the kneeling boy for a while as we talked about life, getting to know each other.

It turns out that his father used to be one of the biggest landowners on the island. He was a succesful entrepreneur and retired early on the island after divorcing his wife. Octavius’ brother had had no interest at all in the island property, so Octavius was lucky to claim it all at 19 years old, making him the youngest citizen by far.

“Let’s go to my villa. We can set you up in one of the guest rooms and I can assign one of my slaves to you for the duration of your stay. I live outside the town on the family estate. I own some houses in town too, but those are small and rented out to the freemen and laborers. Not suitable for men like us. We’ll be going across town, so you’ll be getting your first impressions. I’ll point out stuff as we go.”

We walked outside where a litter was awaiting us at the front door. With one command the 8 gorgeous 8 black slaves knelt down, lowering the litter for us to get in. They were all very muscular, clearly trained well for their jobs. Their dark black hides a nice contrast to the bright white loincloths. I felt powerful and privileged as they started walking. Octavius clearly enjoyed his role as a host, and couldn’t stop pointing out what we saw as we crossed town. I also noticed that all the freemen we passed bowed their heads at our passing. Apparently a mandatory sign of respect from the former slaves to one of the island’s most popular men.

I was getting quite excited by the power dynamics at play, the amount of slavery and submission going on. I had chosen to study this topic for a reason.

“I see the bulge beneath your tunic, Arthur. Are you enjoying life as a citizen’s guest? The power you now wield? I knew you would. A good thing we don’t wear underwear here, the slaves can easily take care of things like this. I’ll make sure you are getting seen to as we get home.”

I was a little embarrassed. Never before had I experienced this. But also intrigued. Would I already get to use a slave?

As we left town we crossed through the beautiful countryside. Some fields were being worked by groups of men. Octavius explained that most were free laborers, working here as salaries were higher than average. They can be recognized by the black tunics.

We shortly stopped at a field where a group of young men in black tunics were working. They greeted their employer and continued working.

“I would really enjoy having some of these as my slaves, but I am afraid they won’t accept that.” They know that the pay is higher but have all refused my proposals before. Now I just get to watch them, life is so unfair.”

That sounded so spoilt to me. This guy owned probably tens of slaves, inherited a big estate and still felt like he didn’t get enough. I watched the guys toiling on their knees under the hot sun. For them, life is unfair.

We stepped back into the litter and continued our journey. Octavius ensured me we were nearly there. “My villa was designed after a very Roman villa that was destroyed decades ago, but it used to belong to the wealthiest and most influential families. It has been scaled down, but it is believed to have housed many emperors and hundreds of slaves. I currently live there alone, some 25 slaves take care of the estate, the household and most importantly, me. The slave I brought with me today always comes with me, wherever I go. But at home I have some others that have been trained to take care of me. My overseer is a freeman who became my father’s first slave at 18 and was released 25 years later.”

A huge gate showed up, the litter was lowered in front of it. Octavius explained we had to enter the estate by foot. A beautiful slave opened the big gate for us and I was stunned by the beauty of the villa. A gorgeous mansion with the mountains in the background. We entered the front yard and continued towards the front door. I noticed that the slave we had with us, had dropped to its knees and was now crawling. “He is not allowed to walk on his feet on the estate grounds.”

I was very surprised by the size of the estate, I had not expected anything like this. Octavius told me the estate was the biggest property on the island, but there were some bigger mansions with less surrounding property.

Stepping inside was wonderful. Each room seemed to come straight from the history books. He showed me around and then we went to a guest bedroom. 2 slaves were already waiting.

“This will be your room, if that’s okay? I have ordered these slaves here to prepare it for your stay. Since you may be staying for a while, I thought you might appreciate having a personal slave to accommodate you and ensure a comfortable stay. Please, inspect these two here and see if either of them is to your liking. If you prefer a different race, I also own some blacks and asians. Lean and muscular slaves. Let me know.”

I walked closer to the two slaves standing there and walked around them. Octavius encouraged me to touch them, experience their bodies. Although they were both very handsome and muscular, neither of them made me excited. I was curious about what else Octavius had in stock. I knew the black slaves from the litter, although handsome as well they were a bit too rough for me.

“Can I see an Asian one, perhaps?” Octavius nodded. “Good choice!” And ordered one of the slaves to fetch him.

[End of part 1! Stay tuned for part 2]

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themaleservant · 19 days ago

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Look how happy he is. Being arrested and immediately found guilty and sentenced to life in service is what he needed.

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themaleservant · 2 months ago

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“Daddy! Look what I found working in the yard. The gardening company must not have noticed his looks. I had him remove his pants, isn’t he great?”

The young man pulled me inside by my arm, into the gorgeous mansion. I felt embarrassed, I was practically naked. His father laughed.

“Son, why did you bring this filthy creature in here? There surely are plenty of other slaves that you’d like on sale.”

“If I get him cleaned up, train him in the ways of domestic staff, he’ll be worth a lot. God knows many men will pay a handsome price for a stud like this. I would.”

The father stood up, approached me and inspected my teeth.

“He has surprisingly good teeth for a labor slave. Boy, were you born a slave or enslaved later in your life?”

“Sir I was enslaved on my 18th birthday, sir. My family was in tax debt and sold me off to prevent all of them to be enslaved.” I answered obediently.

The father thought for a bit. “Son, you may be right. He must have accidentally ended up in a labor mass sale rather than a domestic auction. Your luck. Go ahead and call the company, we’ll be buying him. I’d like to see you train him and sell him at a profit. It’ll be an educational experience for you.”

The son sighed in relief. “Thank you daddy! I’ll get him cleaned up.” And he dragged me outside again, grabbed a garden house and rinsed me with the cold water.

As soon as I was cleared up, he pulled me inside again. It felt good to be clean. I hadn’t been clean since I was bought by the gardening company 2 years ago and put to work. Sure, they’d wash me, but not so thoroughly.

Inside a rack of clothes stood waiting. A French maid dress, a red and white butler uniform and a white piece of cloth were on it.

“The butler uniform is too boring, all the male servants in the household wear it. The french maid dress is funny, but covers too much of your gorgeous body for my liking. The loincloth it is.”

He undid my underwear, for a brief moment I stood naked. He jerked my cock a few times, watching it grow hard. “That is for another time, Archie, he muttered to himself.” He then proceeded to fold the white cloth around my middle. He took a step back. “Oh yes, that’s it. Good job, me.” He walked over to a cupboard, took out a stainless steel collar and put it on me.

“You will wear my collar. My truth is your truth. My pleasure is your pleasure. My pain is your pain. My happiness in life is your sole goal. No matter the sacrifices you must make. You serve me, not your own pleasures. Those no longer matter. Understood?”

“Yes sir’ I understand sir. Thank you dear the opportunity to be trained, sir. I will do the best I can, it is an honor to be in your ownership. I used to love your videos, sir.”

What I haven’t said yet is that the son is a famous influencer, making videos of his affluent lifestyle and messing with the family slaves. I used to be a big fan of his content.

“Isn’t that cute. You will call me master, boy. But you inspired me. I haven’t been very active on my socials recently, I am going to document the journey of training you.”

He pulled out his phone and started a recording. “Hey guys, welcome back. Today I am starting an exciting project. I bought a slave from the gardening company and will be training him into a domestic slave. Boy, introduce yourself.”

He turned his phone camera to me.

“Yes master, thank you master. I am slave number #20230223. I was enslaved on my 18th birthday due to my parents’ tax debt. My human name was Wade Bolton. I have been enslaved for 2 years, as a labor slave for a gardening company. Being enslaved is a blessing for me, I was meant for it. Today I was lucky to spotted by my new master, who sees a potential in me and bought me. I can’t wait to be trained further by him and wish to thank him for making me a good boy. As I was meant to be.”

Master looked impressed.

“As you can see, my newest toy is very eager to be broken and trained. Stay tuned for more!”

“Now soon the brand deals will come in. Companies paying handsomely me to dress you in their slave uniforms, to feed you their chow, to punish you with their devices. You will be a famous slave. Maybe even your family will see you, wouldn’t that be fun.”

I couldn’t help but get a little sad thinking about my family. I had actually proposed the idea myself, to sell me so they could pay their debts and move on. They refused at first, but when I saw the Slave Processing Center van outside after school, I knew. They cried as the muscular men from the center stripped and cuffed me. We couldn’t even hug goodbye. In an instance, my life as I had known it was over. I cried for days, I was proud and ready for my fate, but cried about not seeing my family again. We had been incredibly close, the idea of having lost them forever hurt so much. My tears were quickly stopped by the anxiety of being on sale. I was sold in a lot, being spared the humiliation of the auction block. I recognized the logo on the truck I was loaded into, a company on the other side of the country. I was leaving everything behind, probably for always. The big livestock truck was filled to the brim with newly enslaved men. We chatted about our pasts and futures. Some actually signed up voluntarily, some were sentenced by judges and others were born into it. They were different, obedient and subservient in every fiber. They inspired me.

After a few weeks I wasn’t so sad anymore. We had to work for at least 12 hours a day under the burning sun, whipped if we were too slow. Soon, I had gotten used to my new life.

Today changed everything though. I know from his older videos that my new master could be very strict. The thought of my family seeing the videos pained me. They shouldn’t have to see me like this.

“Okay slave. It’s time to claim you. I bet you weren’t claimed by your previous owner. Too many slaves to keep up. I will fuck you raw and breed you. My seed will claim you as mine, it will bond you to me as your rightful master.”

He pushed me a bit, bending me over. Then whipped his cock out and moved my loincloth away. Before I knew he was fucking me. Hard. No foreplay, no lube, just rough thrusting. He still wore his suit.

“So, now you’re really mine. I will now film you as you thank me for claiming you, and you begging me to accept you as my property.”

He positioned the camera so it viewed the both of us. I dropped to my knees and started praising him. Telling him how I belonged with him, to him. How grateful I was to have been granted this opportunity as a lowly labor slave. That I wish to dedicate my life to him.”

Fast forward a couple of months. I have been broken and rebuilt. I have become an obedient, well-trained personal servant. Today is the day that my master will receive a taxation of me. How much would I bring in were I sold today.

Master and his father opened the letter and silently read. I sat obediently on the floor, my gaze lowered. As I was trained to. I wore a new uniform, a bright pink skirt. I looked ridiculous, but master enjoyed it. So I did too.

Then I heard master exclaim in happiness. “Father, that’s 5 times what we paid for him! Wow!”

The dad was proud. “You did a great job son. You clearly have an knack for it. Perhaps you can sell him, buy 5 new ones and repeat the process.”

Master was excited with the possibilities. “I would be making boatloads of money!”

Then he was quiet. “I would have to sell him. I’m not sure if I want to. Maybe I can get the money to buy new ones elsewhere.”

“You must sell him son. Or you’ll grow attached to all the pets you’re training and never sell a single one. Trust me, the first one hurts the most. It’ll get better after.”

“You must be right daddy. I’ll call the dealer. I think he said he already had some potential buyers.”

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themaleservant · 2 months ago

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The Invite - Arrival

Imagine you've received your letter of acceptance, an invite, and instructions. You're one of the chosen - a boy given an opportunity to live out his fantasy as one of my treasured servants and houseboys. Your Zoom interview with my head butler was successful - and he has decided you deserve a shot at proving your obedience and learning about the joys of formal servitude at my manor.

You feel extra special because you live in a different country, far away, and your flight will be paid for out of my, the Master's, great generosity.

The letter of instructions includes a list you must fill out of skills you already possess, ones you wish to learn, and others that are a limit. They are some you might suspect are standard for any formal household: ironing, steaming, bartending, etc. Others are not: blowjobs, rimming, anal and so on. Some are of course compulsory: wearing the correct uniform at the right time of day, being groomed as per the Master's wishes, chastity, submission to daily hypnotic programming to ensure a peaceful, relaxed obedience.

The day of your flight and you are nervous. All you are told to wear is a suit and tie and bring no other clothes. You of course think a small carry-on would be fine - why wouldn't you bring a phone charger, changes of underwear, maybe a small bottle of cologne? But when you re-read the instructions on the flight - you realise any items like your phone and wallet will be removed by the head butler and deposited in a safe until your time at the manor is over. Everything will be provided for - down to toiletries and underwear. Nothing will be yours - you are a vessel, a body, to be dressed by the Master and told to serve.

You are expected to check in with the head butler. "Arrived at the airport, Sir", you will tell him. "On the flight, Sir." On arrival, you will seek out a man who looks like out of another time entirely - of masters and servants - not like the rest of the world in ugly, casual, loose-fitting clothes. You spy a man wearing a chauffeur's uniform - a tunic jacket with a long black tie and crisp white shirt underneath - and know he must be for you. Tight trousers tucked in long black boots. White gloves. A peaked leather hat. He will take your bag and he tells you to put everything inside - your phone, wallet, passport. In return, he hands you a box and a letter for you with your next instructions.

Inside is a welcome note from me, the Master, thanking you for following through and entering my service for however as many days as you are able. I will tell you your journey of being my boy has truly now begun, but there will be some changes first. Inside the box is the chastity cage that will be your prison during your length of service. If you are well practiced, then good, but if not, you will learn. The key will be deposited inside an envelope which my chauffeur will give to the head butler on your arrival, along with the rest of your things, who will then give it to your Master.

Your next visit will be a barbershop. In the letter, it states you will request exactly for your hair what the Master has told you to ask for - with no exceptions. You will identify yourself as a servant in training, they will know you as one of my boys and take care of you. I have already sorted out payment. This is your first proper order - failure is unacceptable. It will be preppy, conservative, old fashioned, but appropriate for your hair texture and attractive. For younger boys it may be their first time slicking their longer hair back with pomade or having a side parting grooved into the hair or dyeing their hair back to a natural colour, for older men it may mean saying goodbye to those last hairs and being shaved bald.

You will be driven from the barbers to a manor most splendid and ornate. Deep in the countryside with acres of green pasture and wildlife. But your world will be its hallowed halls, its corridors of power, its lord. And you will not be entering at its grand doors - you will be taken via a back road to the service entrance.

This is the last moment - as you stand in your suit and tie and new haircut before you leave the outside world. You could turn back and ask to be taken to the airport, pay for your flight home, ask for the key to the cage and be free. But you don't - you knock - and your service begins.

The door opens and a boy around your age answers. He is dressed as you will be very shortly in the day uniform - and it's perfect. Grey lined morning trousers. A dove waistcoat. White gloves. A black long tail coat. And a black necktie done with a large Windsor knot. A name badge at the chest, "Thompson", and underneath "at your service".

"Thank the lord you've arrived," he tells you. "I know Mr Grantham, the head butler, will want you uniformed and have your first lesson done as soon as possible. The Master has invited several friends over this evening and you'll have to be ready."

He ushers you in via a small corridor past a bustling kitchen where the head cook and his sous chef are preparing staff meals and tonight's delicacies. Down a flight of stairs, Thompson draws out a set of keys from his pocket.

"The Servant Quarters are usually locked," he says. "They are only open during Mr Grantham's morning instructions for the day, during switchover when we change to our evening uniforms, and bed. The shared bathroom for the servants is next door. Come - it's this one - you're sharing with me.

He opens a room, number five, and inside is barely anything. Two small single beds fastidiously made up. A wooden wardrobe and a little mirror. Bedside cabinets. Nothing else.

"You'll find all undergarments and uniforms in the wardrobe. Everything is in your size unless you told Mr Grantham porkies about your measurements. You have a journal and pen if you wish, as well as guides to domestic servitude if you need to brush up on anything. I know you're here for a week, but if you're anything like me I've extended my stay at least four times! Used shirts and undergarments will be picked up by the laundry boy every day, while uniforms are dry-cleaned weekly. Change into the day uniform now and, once you're ready, go to the end of this corridor. That's an entrance to Mr Grantham's office. Present yourself and he'll give you your next instructions. Don't be tardy. He hates laziness."

You're left in the middle of the small servant room wondering what you've done.

"Welcome to the manor! Do not be concerned - you'll serve the Master soon."

Thompson closes the door to let you get changed, and you hear him swiftly turn on his black patent leather oxfords to focus on his next duties. You realise very quickly that everything is intended to remove you from the outside world - there are no TVs or phones. As you remove the suit, it is like you're removing the last part of your past self. The last thing you own. The last items that identify you as your own person. Your boxers are already a little wet from the pre-cum leaking out of your caged cock. You try and dry the cage - your underwear now nothing more than a rag. Instead, the provided standard white briefs, a wet spot emerging.

You look at the uniform and it is unlike anything you've worn before. It is designed, much like the chastity cage locking your cock, to be a tool to achieve better servitude. Formal, restrictive, what the Master wants.

Sheer over the knee socks are buckled at the thigh, which also has a clip for the white collarless shirt so it stays neat and tucked. The shirt is starched and stiff - feeling more like armour that your body is forced to form around. Simple black cufflinks on your wrists. The trousers held up with white buttoned braces. The dove grey waistcoat tightens your posture further. The final pieces - the stiff starched white collar that must be buttoned to the shirt. You think for a moment you've given the wrong measurements, it fits only just. It forces you to hold your neck up - never, ever to slouch for fear of being strangled. The tie that drapes and collars you. And finally the jacket, the shoes. And the name tag. Brazen in bronze - your surname...at the Master's service.

A clock on the wall tells you you've taken far too long. But still, a moment, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You've actually done it - you look like a servant. No, you are a servant.

Out to the corridor you return, and make your way to Mr Grantham's office. Knock. Knock again and you hear a gruff low voice telling you to enter.

Before you a grander than yours bedroom. Still simple, still a servant's, but you suspect you might come to envy the head butler having his own double bed and bathroom. A spiral staircase upstairs to the office, which you gently climb.

A man, just a few years older than you, works diligently at his desk. Shifting paperwork. He is dressed identically to you. For while he is Mr Grantham, the Master's head butler, he is still at service.

"Now let's take a look at you," he says, not taking his eyes from his work. "Stand in the middle of the room. Position two."

You take it up diligently. You remember studying it in the list of instructions - you stand tall, facing forward, your hands at your back, like a soldier.

He still carries on with his paperwork. You...for a moment wonder if you've been forgotten. It makes you, for a moment, loosen your pose.

"Stand up straight boy." An immediate curt order sends a shock in the room. You immediately return to formal stillness.

Mr Grantham rises. His eyes fixed as a snake. He circles you three times. Once, he moves you as an instrument, pushing your chest further out correcting your posture. The next, he tightens the tie just an extra notch. And finally, he moves your chin side to side inspecting your haircut, your shaved skin, and nods. Good enough.

"A lesson," he says. "My goal is to transform you. This manor is a machine and you will be a finely tuned cog in that machine.

"My role as the Master's head butler is the house manager. I handle his diary, ensure his home is maintained, and manage full-time and temporary staff. You've already met Frederick, the chauffeur. Do not bother the chefs, they are extremely busy and don't like to be disturbed. Mr Birch is the Master's full-time valet, who dresses him, his personal assistant in every way. If you succeed and impress, you will have a chance at assisting him. At the moment we have two in-house servants, Smith and Thompson. We have been in need of a third. We also have day boys, those who live locally or near enough, who come for a few hours or a weekend of service, typically for parties. No matter who you are, or your role, the goal is the fine running of this household and the pleasure of the Master. Do you understand boy?"

Yes, you nod. You agree.

"Use your words, boy."

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"All you have to do is follow orders and you won't be punished. Do you understand boy?"

"Yes Sir, I understand."

"Submission, obedience, conformity, honour and gratitude. That is all we look for here. Are you committed to these ideals?"

"Yes Sir."

"The Master has dressed you as he wishes, groomed you as he pleases, this should bring you pleasure. Typically, I prefer to have boys come in a couple days before he returns from a trip, so they are trained for his arrival, but you are not quite so lucky. I haven't even shown you the estate yet. You will be thrown in the deep end."

You gulp - you hope this is a good thing.

"I will have you shadow Thompson this evening. He will be your guide. Follow and do exactly as he says.

"Tonight the Master is hosting drinks for three close friends for a black tie evening. There will be dinner and cocktails. Typically each guest will have one servant assigned to them. For you and Thompson it will be Mr Worthing, who Thompson is... familiar with. He takes an interest with the Master's newest boys so that will be his gift for the evening, having two of you.

"Any questions?"

You have a million. Until now you thought this would be a fantasy, playtime, a bit of dress up and a fuck. But this... this is real. At the start of the day, you were you, laying in bed, willing yourself bleary-eyed to get your flight. But now in a whirlwind you are in a working manor with formally dressed, identically attired servants. And you're one of them.

"Sir... this is too much. This is overwhelming. This is insane."

"It is a lot, I know. But be proud, boy. The Master sees potential in you. He wants you to succeed. When he had his windfall, many would have just gone to a deserted island somewhere. But no, he has created this paradise of formal service. He has provided us with a gift. We spoke online and you pleaded, begged for a chance at serving a real man, strict and formal, and now you're here. Take it with both hands, boy. Commit to submission, obedience, conformity, honour and gratitude. After all, it's only a week. Take a vacation from reality and live your fantasy."

You breathe as much as you can in that tight, starched collar and black tie.

"Yes, Sir. I just hope I don't disappoint," you say.

"You won't. I'll make sure of it," Mr Grantham replies.

"Now go along now and find Thompson in the kitchen and have your dinner. You'll need your strength for this evening. Be sure to be ready in the parlour at 7pm sharp for my inspection."

"Thank you, Sir," is all you can say. "Thank you, Sir."

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This post is an experiment and took me quite some time to write. It's very long, has a slow build-up and has story mixed up with images. I'm really proud of it, I was able to mix in a lot of my fantasies and I think the story and images work great together.

Since it's AI, the characters and locations look a little different in each image. Please try to ignore this :)

Let me know your thoughts! I had a great time writing it and generating the images. Hope you'll enjoy it too.

------------ I have always been interested in the lives of the social elite. Those drowning in wealth, living the luxury lifestyle. Seemingly being able to get whatever they want, whenever they want.

Luckily for me, I grew up in one of the wealthiest cities in the country. On the wrong side of the tracks, but still close enough.

When I graduated high school, I wasn’t able to apply for any colleges. No money to pay for tuition fees, and my parents needed my help to make ends meet.

I started as a bag boy in the local supermarket. It wasn’t great, but certainly not bad either. But the pay wasn’t great.

One man would show up daily. Dressed in a full tuxedo with tails, he was always very polite. I figured he was some rich guy enjoying doing his own groceries. Until one day.

“Hello boy.” He said. “I have been seeing you here for a while now, and you have triggered my attention. You are so obedient and polite, always humble to help others bag their groceries. Not to mention your amazing physique, you must work out twice a day!”

I blushed. “Thank you, sir. That is very kind. I am just doing my job the best I can.”

He laughed softly. “I work in one of the mansions. It’s a good job. My master is kind. Strict, but just. His son has just turned 18, so he is looking for a personal servant. Those are usually appointments for life, and it pays well. You should think about it, you seem like the exact type they are looking for. Here, this is the phone number.”

He handed me a business card, picked up his bags and left. I didn’t think much of it. Surely, I wasn’t going to be the servant to someone spoiled brat.

As the day proceeded, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I really wanted to help my parents pay off their debts, but with my current salary I could barely contribute enough to cover my monthly needs. My parents worked 60+ hours a week and had been living paycheck to paycheck for decades. Clearly not the life I envisioned for myself.

After my shift, while walking home, I decided to give the number a call. Couldn’t hurt.

“You are speaking with the domestic office of the Blackmoor family.” The person on the other end stated, quite formally.

“Hi, I called about a job opening for the personal valet to the family’s son? I was approached at my job at the grocery store today, by one of your staff.” I was quite nervous, and stumbled a bit.

“Ah yes, Mr Ashford told me about it. He is our supervisor. We are indeed looking for a young man to serve young master Blackmoor. As we prefer appointing for life, we need someone his age. Me Ashford estimated you are 20 years old, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Please speak with 2 words young man. Like, Yes, sir.”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.”

“Good. We are looking for an obedient and humble young man. Willing to be trained for the role of personal servant. You will be trained to be submissive, obey any order and do so in the most efficient manner. Your life will revolve around that of young master Blackmoor. He will have full control over you, and will most likely be using you sexually as well. You must not be hesitant to appear naked before him or his friends. His father uses all servants as well, and will most definitely teach his son to do so as well.”

What the…? I wasn’t expecting this.

“Your physique matches our criteria. Mr Ashford approached you because of your appearance, and your humble attitude. He sees a born servant in you. Are you prepared to uproot your life, and submit to the service of young master Blackmoor?”

I was completely overwhelmed. What was I going to say?

“Yes, sir. I mean, I don’t know. It sounds pretty intense.

“It will be, boy. It is not a decision to take lightly. But you will be taken care of exceptionally. You will have a private studio apartment in the main house, receive meals from the kitchen and your clothing will be provided. Both your work uniform, and leisure outfits. You will receive a salary starting at $7500 per month, excluding bonuses. You will receive a monthly allowance to spend as you please. You will be brought along on trips. You will receive the greatest healthcare and may enjoy the estate facilities, such as the extensive gym, olympic size pool, cinema room and sports courts such as tennis and basketball.”

Wow. This sounds too good to be true.

“How many days or hours would I be required to work, sir?”

“Good question, boy! We will hire 2 servants to serve young master Blackmoor. At least one of you must be at attention at all times, except when he sleeps. Most of the time he will require only 1 of you. The other may have time off, or do other work. Cleaning, cooking, laundry et cetera will be done by other staff members. It is up to you and your colleague to decide who works when, taking into account young master Blackmoor’s wishes of course. But you will have at least a few hours off each day, with most often at least 1 full day a week. But that cannot be guaranteed for each week. Holidays are possible, but we prefer them to be minimal. Again, your life revolves around that of young master Blackmoor, so your schedule must fit his.”

I don’t like going on holidays anyway, I prefer working and having a purpose. So that doesn’t sound too bad to me. Quite refreshing, actually.

“I would like to invite you to the estate. You can meet master Blackmoor and young master Blackmoor. They will assess you, you will be required to jump through some proverbial hoops. Based on your performance and the general impression they have, we may continue discussing any opportunities. How does this Saturday sound? You will be required to show at 9 am and keep your day free until at least 8pm. I advise keeping your schedule clear completely.”

I quickly checked my phone calendar. “Yes sir, that works for me.”

“Perfect. I will arrange for a car to pick you up at 8:30 am. I will arrange for a uniform to be dropped off at your house at least a day before. Be sure to wear it. Do not wear anything that is not included withe the uniform. No accessories, jewelry or perfumes. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good” he said, and hung up the phone.

Wow. This was crazy. I continued walking home, my head buzzing with all the strange information.

After dinner I went to the gym and watched some boring show on Netflix. I was actually getting quite excited. Today is Wednesday, so there was some time left before my interview.”

Thursday and Friday went slow. Nothing exciting happened. I was hoping the man in the tuxedo, apparently Mr Ashford, would show up again. But he didn’t.

When I came home Friday night, my mom handed me a big box. “This came for you Jack.” She said. I thanked her and went up to my room. I opened the box, my heart pounding in my chest.

In the box was a black suit with a white shirt. I put it on, it fit just right. The quality was something I had never felt before, definitely not something I could afford. There were also white gloves, a bow tie and black leather shoes. Again, the quality was out of this world.

I went to sleep early on Friday night. At least, I tried. Thoughts kept racing through my head. Who are the Blackmoor family, what will tomorrow be like and what do they expect of me?

My alarm woke me up at 7am. Plenty of time to shower, shave (spur of the moment, it felt appropriate) and clean myself head to toe. I had breakfast and then changed into my uniform. It felt good to wear that uniform, I felt a sense of belonging.

Exactly at 8:30 a black limousine stopped in front of the house. I was already waiting at the door, and quickly walked up to the car. The driver opened the window, and told me to get in in the front. “Hello boy, let’s get you to the Blackmoor estate. You do indeed look exactly like what we’ve been looking for.”

He was dressed in an impeccable driver’s uniform, including hat. Around his wrist he wore something that seemed pretty much like a smartwatch, but not a brand I knew. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

He seemed very focused on driving, and quite proud of the car he drove. He was clearly pleased with his situation. We sat in silence during the 20 minute drive.

We arrived by passing through a big gate. This was clearly one of the bigger estates in the area. Hidden from sight behind a thick layer of trees.

I was in awe when the estate came in view. It was truly enormous. The main building was huge, and the numerous other buildings were small mansions on their own. These people clearly had a lot of money to spend.

The driver drove around the mansion and stopped in front of a backdoor. Walk in there and ask for Mr Ashford, he’ll be guiding you today.” With that he waited for me to leave and drove away.

I went through the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Why was I so nervous for this? I tried slowing down my breathing and continued. The door led to a small hallway. I continued walking and came into a small sitting room, it seemed like a staff room. Some men in similar uniforms were sat on chairs, eating breakfast. They looked up, nodded and continued eating.

“Excuse me, sirs.” I started. Not sure why I called them sirs, but it felt logical. “I was told to ask for Mr Ashford.” They looked at me questioning. “Don’t call us sirs, you may address us as boys. Sit on that chair there, Mr Ashford will be down soon.”

I thanked them and sat down. Looking at them more closely, I noticed they were all wearing a similar smartwatch.

As they cleared up their breakfast plates, they bowed their head to a painting of a powerful looking man. I wasn’t sure, but it sounded like “Thank you for breakfast, master Blackmoor. I am grateful to be in your service today.” These people seemed really absorbed in their role.

After some time Mr Ashford came down, wearing his tailed tuxedo I knew from the grocery store. “Young Jack! So good to see you. Welcome to the Blackmoor Estate.”

How did he know my name? I don’t remember ever telling him.

“You made a smart choice showing up today. I did my research, and it seems like you and your family are in deep financial trouble. Being a bag boy is certainly not going to do much to solve that. Master Blackmoor has a proposal to help your parents more quickly, but more on that later. For now, let me show you to the family room. Master and young master Blackmoor are having breakfast there, and are waiting for us.”

“Yes, sir.” I obediently replied. Mr Ashford started walking in a brisk pace, and I followed him. We took what seemed like servant passageways. Narrow corridors, very sober and hardly decorated. This must be so the servants can move around invisibly.

“Now stop here. I will go and make sure they are ready to receive you. You will solely address them with master Blackmoor and young master Blackmoor. You only speak when spoken to, and immediately obey any order they give you. Do not question them, do not hesitate to obey.”

With that, he disappeared through the door. After a few minutes, that felt like ages, the door opened again. “Come in, boy.”

I walked into the room as confidently as I could. The room was enormous, decorated with oil paintings in gold lists, chandeliers and all the traditional interior features a classic English mansion should have. They were clearly inspired by our oversees neighbors’ aristocrats.

At a big oak table, 2 men were sat. One, most likely master Blackmoor, was about 45 years old, fit and wearing a suit. Besides him sat his son, young master Blackmoor. He was dressed in a beige linen suit. Classy, but comfortable. He looked like a younger copy of his dad, and radiated the same confidence and privilege.

“Master, young master. This is the boy I told you about, sirs. He pushed me forward. In some sort of reflex, I stood upright with my hands behind my back and head upright.”

I could hear the man and his son talking. “He definitely looks like the pictures Ashford showed us, for sure the type of guy I was looking for. Look at his chest and arm muscles clearly defined in that suit. So gorgeous. And his pose, like he was born to serve me.”

It felt weird to be discussed like that, but I also felt proud.

“Come here boy.” the older man ordered. His voice was deep and resolute.

I shuffled forward, approaching the table.

“Closer, come right next to me.”

“Yes sir. I said, and came closer.”

He looked me up and down. “So, what makes you a good servant to my son. What do you have that nobody else has to offer?”

I thought for a bit. “I am willing to go the extra mile, sir. Mr Ashford made clear you are looking for a longterm appointee, I am willing to sign to that. I am yet untrained in the ways of a good servant, but eager to learn. Being here, obeying you, dressed like this, it all feels very natural. I feel like I was born for this. Sir.”

“Good boy.” He said. “I am going to touch you now. I assume I have your consent, as Mr Ashford will have told you what my son and I require of our servants. If you do not consent, turn around and leave now, but know you can never return.”

I nodded. “Yes sir, go ahead sir.”

He stood up and rubbed my shoulders, ran his hands through my hair and groped my face. This was a clear power move, emphasizing his power over me.

“You have shaved yourself this morning very well, good boy. Go over and kneel before my son so he can inspect you. You will be his, after all.”

I walked over, knelt and directed my gaze at the floor out of respect to the young master. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. He looked at me questioningly.

“Look dad, he already lowers his gaze like the other boys do. He really is a natural!” The young master said excitedly. His questioning look changed into one of excitement.

He grabbed my face with both hands and forced my mouth open. “His teeth look healthy! Just as you showed me they should be with the other boys. He sure has soft skin on his face. So cute.”

His hands moved around over my body, gripping my shoulders, squeezing my chest and cupping my ass. I just sat there, obediently awaiting my next order. What was happening to me? I’d never do this.

“Daddy I really like this one. He’s the best one we’ve seen so far. I know he’s untrained, but that just means I can shape him exactly as I please. And he seems a natural. He hasn’t given an inch when I just groped him from top to toe.”

Master Blackmoor laughed faintly. “I get your enthusiasm son, but we need to put him to the test first. You want to make sure you find yourself the best personal servant, as he should be with you for the rest of your life. But I agree, he seems promising.”

The young master nodded. “You are right daddy. Let’s move on to the next step!”

“Ashford, prepare the boy for phase 2. The young master will return to his wing and will require the candidate boy’s attention.

Mr Ashford nodded. “Yes sir, thank you sir.” Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me back into the servant’s corridor. “I am proud of you boy. You really showed your potential there. Exactly as I had guessed when I saw you bagging groceries.

He dropped me in a small room. There was another uniform ready, this one a bit more alternative. A beautiful red tuxedo jacket and a… white tennis skirt? I was a bit confused, but without hesitation put it on. There was a mirror. I surely looked… interesting?

Mr Ashford came in, without knocking. “Very handsome looking, boy. Young master is a bit more experimental than his father. His staff will be wearing these uniforms, he designed them himself.”

“Sir, you ordered me again to change into exactly what was prepared for me. As no underwear was prepared, I assumed you wanted me to keep on my current ones?”

Mr Ashford nodded. “Are you stupid boy? Never assume anything and always obey orders exactly as they were given to you. With that he kneeled besides me and pulled down my boxers.

“Now you are ready for your first service to young master Blackmoor.” Mr Ashford guided me through the service corridors. The young master is behind this door. Walk through it, go to the corner of the room and wait for an order.”

I went through the door, extremely nervous. The young master was doing some work on his desk.

“Boy, I want you to kneel besides me as I work. You sit in silence, your gaze at the floor. You only move if I give you an order. The rest of the time, you don’t exist. Now, kneel here and shut up.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

“Did I tell you to speak? Are you stupid? I said shut up, didn’t I? Shut up and kneel. And if you get to respond to an order, you thank me for the order. Try.”

He was very strict. Growing up around servants he definitely learned how to handle and control them. “Yes sir. I am sorry sir. Thank you, sir.” I kneeled and directed my eyes at the floor.

“Good boy. I am quite excited to train you and make you mine. I will break your and rebuild you as I like. I have seen daddy do it. Can you believe that our driver, who picked you up, used to hate us elites? Now he worships us, just like all our other servants. I request a bit more from my personal servant than from our other servants though. I will treat you as my property. I will humiliate you privately and publicly. I will use and abuse you, and will let my friends do so too. My ancestors used to have slaves, I deserve them too. You will be mine. I will punish you for not obeying, for obeying too slow or getting a detail wrong. Your life will revolve around me, you sacrifice your freedom if you sign up for this life. You will have your studio apartment, but I’ll be having a small cage installed here which will be your home. They may have told you that you will have plenty of free time, but I expect you to be ready 24/7. You are my slave.”

He fell silent for a while. “And I will dress you as I please. This is one of my designs, it looks very good on you. Like a little bitch. But my favorite uniform will be your birthday suit.”

He continued working after that monologue, giving my mind time to process all he said. It was absurd, surely he could not be real? But it also seemed interesting somehow, my cock was getting hard. I tried to kneel in a way to hide it, but he already noticed.

“Oh you stupid. Is your useless boycock getting hard. You must like what I told you. I don’t enjoy my servants having a boner, just know you will be punished for this and you will be in chastity if you sign up.” He continued working again.

I was about to say “Yes sir, thank you sir.” but could stop myself in time.

He worked for an hour or so and then looked at me. “Get into the corridor, someone is bringing my coffee. Fetch it.”

I stood up and silently walked to the corridor. Soon, another servant came holding a silver tray with a small silver coffeepot and a posh cup. “He has it black. After you pour it, thank him and return to your position. Cute uniform by the way, you look like a real bitch. Exactly what he likes.”

And he disappeared again. I carefully carried the tray into the room, poured a coffee and kneeled down again. He continued working for an hour or two, ignoring me. I didn’t exist. That time felt like forever, but I was at peace.

“It’s lunchtime, I am heading back to the family room. Get there as well, take your own little corridors.” And he left.

When the door closed behind him, I stood up and found my way through the corridors. Back to the family room. He and master Blackmoor were sat down, lunch being served.

“He’s great dad. I told him my expectations and he just got hard. Mr Ashford told me he didn’t hesitate putting on that stupid looking uniform. He can’t stop thanking me for orders, I have to punish him for speaking without permission. He needs training, but he’s a natural. I want to own him.”

I felt proud. He really liked me. I also enjoyed the day so far. It was weird, he was actually a spoiled brat and narcissistic prick. But I was drawn to him, excited to be in his power.

“Well it’s time to take it one step further son. He will be your slave bitch. Your fuckhole. Time to see some more of him. Don’t you think?”

With that Mr Ashford appeared. He took of my jacket, shirt, shoes and socks. I was only wearing the short skirt now. Mr Ashford disappeared again.

“Very handsome.” Young master Blackmoor uttered. “What a beautiful body, exactly what I need.” His dad nodded. “He seems just right for you, a proper servant. If you keep him active daily in the gym with a good diet, he’ll stay like this for a long time.”

“Boy, do you still feel like submitting yourself to jy son?” Master Blackmoor asked?

“Yes sir! I excitedly said. “I’m nervous about it, but this day so far has only enlightened me on my role in society. My place is in young master Blackmoor’s control, sir.”

“Good to hear boy. I have a proposal for you. You have received our initial job offer, but I have something more. We see a lot of potential in you, and wish to transform you into our servant. To go one step further and enslave you. Have you in our control 24/7. The young master will make you an extension of his life. You will no longer be an individual person, but instead an object owned by your master. Your only purpose to serve, no matter the necessary sacrifices.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening. What are they asking of me?

“Back in the old days, immigrants coming into America would indenture themselves to afford the immigrations process. For a fixed amount of time, they would be property of their master. Do use as required. I am offering you a ten year indenture. You will cut off all contact with the outside world. Dedicate your life to this family. Let us train and use you as we see fit. Sacrifice your life as you know it, your spirit as it has always been and your body to our desires.”

I stumbled.

“In exchange, we will take care of your family’s debt and set them up with proper jobs. The salary and bonuses you were promised will be paid into an investment account in your name, setting you up for life. You will not need to spend a single dollar the next 10 years.”

This was all very overwhelming. Say goodbye to my friends and family for 10 years? Completely surrendering myself to these people? It felt scary, like it was too much. “I don’t know, master. It’s all a bit much. I would definitely enjoy working for you, submitting myself into your service. But what you just described is slightly overwhelming. Can I think about it, master?”

Master Blackmoor nodded. “No. Take a couple of days and come back with an answer before next weekend. In the meantime, we’ll proceed your intake today. You got yourself a job!”

“Thank you masters!” I exclaimed. I dropped to my knees and kissed their feet. “I am very grateful for this opportunity, masters. I will do everything within my power to serve and please you.”

“Good boy. Good instincts he has.” Master Blackmoor said laughingly.

"Actually master, if you allow me to speak, I think I have changed my mind. I am very eager to serve. I belong in your household. I can feel it in every fiber in my body. Please, accept me as your indentured servant. Your slave."

Master Blackmoor laughed contently. “Son, I think it’s time for you to claim him. Where do you want to go, the dungeon or your room?”

Young master laughed. "I'll take him to my room daddy, the dungeon is for another time."

With that, master and young master stood up and left the room. The door to the servant corridor opened again, Mr Ashford appeared and grabbed my arm. "It is time for young master Blackmoor to claim you. Which means he will use you sexually. You are an anal virgin, right? He's keen on taking your masculinity and claiming dominance over you. You must be brave and accept your fate. As your master, young master Blackmoor has the right to claim you. Don't resist, it will only hurt more. Trust me. You will learn to enjoy it, the male g-spot is in there for a reason."

In the meantime we arrived at a door. "This is young master's bedroom. Go in there. He will be on his bed. Walk towards the end of the bed, stand up straight with your hands behind your back and present yourself. 'I am ready master, please claim me as your underling.' Then just obey his orders and do what you can to please him. Now go, I wish you good luck."

This was the first time Mr Ashford had been so kind and personal with me. Being claimed must be a big moment. I was nervous. I had never had sex before, let alone being taken anally by a man as dominant as young master Blackmoor. I took a deep breath, opened the door and did as Mr Ashford told me to.

As I stood at the end of the bed, I stood up straight. "I am ready master, please claim me as your underling."

"Take off your shoes, boy. You don't need them."

I leaned forward.

"Turn around. I want to see your ass as you bow forward and your skirt reveals those cheeks."

I blushed, turned around and leaned forward. I could feel the skirt slowly uncover the bottom half of my ass cheeks. To please master Blackmoor, I slowly untied my shoelaces to give him a good view of my ass. Again, I don't know why, but it felt correct.

"Gorgeous cheeks boy. Can't wait to make them mine. Turn back around and get upright. I want to take another look at you."

I did as he ordered. I could feel my dick getting hard. What was going on? Being bossed around certainly seemed to excite me. The thin fabric of the skirt did a terrible job at hiding my boner, so I moved my hands in front of my groin in an attempt to hide it.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Boys never hide anything from their master. Let me make that very clear. Remove your hands now and show me what is mine."

I hesitantly removed my hands.

"Weren't you told not to hesitate when giving orders. You so need to be trained. Fortunately, my dad and Mr Ashford are experts at breaking boys like you. You will be exactly as we please within a matter of weeks. Now get in the bed with me, I want to get my hand under that sexy skirt of yours."

I crawled onto the bed. He tapped between his legs, signaling me to crawl to him.

"Get on your knees, turn around and bow forward. Expose those cheeks again."

I quickly obeyed, planting my face into the sheets of the bed. I could feel his hands groping my ass. Pinching my cheeks below the skirt. Without a warning, he inserted a finger in my asshole.

"Such a tight pussy, you are clearly a virgin. Just as I like them. Me taking your virginity is a great way of showing you who is boss. I thought I wanted you to take off the skirt as I claim you."

He got up, got on his knees, grabbed my hips and slapped my ass a few times. He reached under my skirt, grabbed my cock and jerked it a few times, edging me. "A shame your cock is so big, a total waste on a bitch like you. Nothing a tight chastity cage won't fix."

He let go of my dick, shoved down his pyjama pants and grabbed my hips again, real tight this time. He slapped my ass with his dick and then penetrated me. It hurt quite a lot. He didn't take the time to slowly stretch my hole, but went full steam ahead. For minutes he continuously pounded away. I started bleeding a little and was in quite some pain but I didn't show. Instead, I started moaning. Not out of my own pleasure, but I figured he would enjoy it.

"Yes master, take me harder master." I moaned.

He briefly stopped pounding and slapped me in the face, hard. "Shut up bitch. Don't disrespect me with your voice. Be silent and take my cock like the bitch you are."

He continued pounding until I felt a warm fluid flow into my hole. Master moaned and fell back onto the bed. "Fuck, what a great pussy."

I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed in the same position I had been. After a while, master sat upright again. "Okay boy, now it's time for you to taste your master."

He rung a bell and another servant came in. He walked up to the bed, stood in position and awaited his order. "Get me a glass." The servant turned around. He didn't seem to react to the scene before him, as if this was nothing new to him.

The servant returned with a glass. "Bitch, turn around and release my cum into the glass that Smith is holding. Don't spill!"

I turned around, positioning my ass above the glass. Smith (apparently that was the servant's name) moved the glass closer up to my hole and softly tapped my ass. My cue to release. I slowly relaxed my sphincter and felt the cum drip out of me. Smith did a good job of catching young master's cum.

When I was done, Smith wiped my hole with a tissue. "Give the glass to the bitch and stay here, at the side of the bed." Young master ordered him. Smith handed me the glass and set a few steps back.

"I think you can guess what I want you to do, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes master, you are giving me the honour of drinking your sperm. Thank you, master."

He laughed. "Good boy, it is indeed an honour to drink my filthy cum. It's good for a bitch like you. My cum is your nectar. Go ahead, slowly take a first sip. Don't drink it all at once."

I lifted up the glass and took a first sip. It was sticky, somewhat salty but surprisingly not that disgusting. Did I enjoy it? No, it was quite humiliating. But it felt right, and obeying master was the right thing to do.

"Don't drink it all at once I said. We'll save some for later. I am going to take a shower. I'll teach you later on how to clean me. For now, you disobeyed me and my father a couple of times. Hesitating or speaking without being asked. We do not accept that.

Therefore, we always punish our servants appropriately. Smith will take you to the punishment room. He will tell Mr Ashford to go easy on you, since it's your first time and it is just your trial day. But let it serve as a warning that the Blackmoor men are NEVER disobeyed. Smith, take him away."

Smith grabbed my shoulder and pushed me towards to servants' door, into the corridors. We took some stairs down, and ended up in what had to be a basement. There was a pillory, a bunch of wips on the wall and a big wooden x-cross. Mr Ashford was waiting there.

"It seems like young master Blackmoor was satisfied with your services in the bedroom. However, throughout the day you have disobeyed your masters too many times. You are in training, therefore this disobedience wasn't malicious. However, it is unacceptable. I will administer your punishment as ordered by young master Blackmoor. You will receive 25 swats on the ass with the paddle." He grabbed some chains and chained up my arms and ankles. "Just precautions, I want you to stay still as a I punish you." He grabbed a wooden paddle from the wall and rubbed it on my ass.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You ought to be naked for this. Don't want to risk damaging that uniform of yours.". He came up to me and took off the skirt. I was now completely naked. Again, my cock grew hard in excitement. Was I really getting horny from the prospects of getting spanked? Without warning, Mr Ashford struck the paddle, hitting my ass with a lot of force. I winced from the pain. "One. Thank you Mr Ashford." I said.

"Good boy, thanking your supervisor for the punishment you deserve. Master Blackmoor will be delighted to hear that. He continued swatting the paddle, I continued counting and thanking him. After the first few, it felt like my ass was on fire. Each swat increased the pain. When Mr Ashford was done, I felt very relieved.

"You took your punishment very well boy. I'm glad to see so. Very proud, even. You will be a worthy student to me. In that cupboard there, is a new uniform for you. Go put it on."

In the cupboard was a uniform. Well, you could hardly call it that. There was a small loincloth.

"Put it on, boy." Mr Ashford said. "It'll look great on you."

I walked towards the cupboard and put on the loincloth, finally covering my genitals again.

"As I said boy, it looks great on you. I have a collar here, you will hold it and present it to young master Blackmoor. He will collar you, once again claiming you as his property." Mr Ashford walked up to me and handed me a stainless steel collar, complete with a ring to attach restraints. I held it in both hands, making sure not to drop it.

We walked back through the corridors, holding the collar tightly. Mr Ashford stopped at a new door this time. "The ballroom." He shortly explained. He opened the door, walked in and gestured me to follow him. The room was the biggest I'd seen so far. Richly decorated. What I noticed first though, was the group of servants lined up. They must've been at least 10. All dressed in the same, formal uniform. Standing proudly, yet obediently.

"Young master Blackmoor has organised a last-minute collaring party. To celebrate him claiming ownership over you. Some of his closest friends will be there, celebrating your submission. It's a rite of passage for men in his peer group to claim their personal servant. By claiming your masculinity, he will gain his. All of us staff have been called in to serve at the party, also those usually not serving inside, like the gardeners and the driver. Some are still cleaning themselves up, or are getting installed in the punishment dungeon and the sex rooms."

I didn't know what I heard. This was all so new to me, I couldn't fathom having the money to easily afford all of these people.

Then the doors opened and a group of young men, young master Blackmoor's age, walked in. They were dressed in luxury tuxedo's and holding champagne glasses. They must've been young master's wealthy friends. They quickly formed a half circle around me. "Oh he's a great one." "Fuck, what a body." The men clearly liked my appearance.

The room quickly darkened, with a spotlight being turned on. 2 servants rolled in a small stage with a golden throne on it. Sitting on the throne was young master Blackmoor. He wore a golden crown on his head, and a big red velvet cloak. One a king wears. Below the cloak was just his underwear. He summoned me with a hand gesture, and positioned me besides him on the stage. I felt very exposed, but also felt my cock grow harder as I stood besides my powerful master.

"Dear sirs!" Mr Ashford announced. "Welcome to the collaring ceremony of young master Blackmoor's first personal servant. This afternoon, he has graciously blessed the young servant by taking his cherry and allowing him to drink a first sip of his sperm. Now, it's time for young master Blackmoor to officially claim what is his birthright. After this ceremony, young master Blackmoor will be Master Blackmoor II, as he will no longer be considered a youngster. Young master Blackmoor, the honour is upon you."

Mr Ashford disappeared again. Young master Blackmoor was not holding the stainless steel collar Mr Ashford had given me.

"Boy, you have agreed to an indenture of at least 10 years this morning. This means that you will no longer enjoy freedom. You will suffer submission. You surrender control over your body and mind to me. You will no longer have a free will, but will mindlessly obey my orders and only do what I order you to. I was born into a life of privilege, which gives me the right to take ownership to you. My birthright is to own you, to train you and to do with you as I please. You are not like any of my family's servants, you were put on this earth to completely sacrifice yourself in my favour. Your existence will be wiped out, you will be nothing more than any piece of furniture in this house. You are incredibly lucky to be allowed to enter my service, which is only reserved for the best of the best. The most beautiful. Serving me is not a duty, it is your privilege. Your birthright. In order to celebrate that, I will collar you now. Accepting my collar symbolises accepting my rule. You will proudly wear this token of submission. Kneel before me."

I was shivering. Wow, I felt incredibly lucky to be here. I knelt down before young master Blackmoor, bowing my head into his lap. I felt a cold sensation as the stainless steel collar was fastened around my head. I heard a click as the mechanism closed and young master closed the lock with a key.

The crowd cheered and applauded. Young master Blackmoor patted me on the back and ordered me to turn around, still on my knees.

"Thank you, my friends!" Young master Blackmoor exclaimed. "I have taken what is rightfully mine, blessed this here servant with the joy of submission and servitude. Now it's time to celebrate! Celebrate my becoming a man. Celebrate taking my servant's freedom. I, master Blackmoor II, hereby declare this party to be started!"

Music came from the sound system, the young audience kept cheering and master Blackmoor II petted my hair. Some of the servants started walking to the room, carrying silver trays with glasses and bottles of champagne. A photographer came and took some pictures of master Blackmoor II on the throne, petting my head.

"For the painter to make a painting of." Master whispered. When the photographer was done, master got of the throne and walked into the crowd.

Since I didn't receive any orders, I remained knelt besides the throne. I sure wasn't going to make the mistake of assuming any orders again.

Mr Ashford came up to me, connected a short metal chain to the collar and pulled me after him. He took me to a corner of the room, where a group of servants were lined up in v-shape. He put me in the middle in front of them and ordered me to stay there. The photographer came and took a few pictures. It must've been a beautiful sights, the formally dressed servants with a collared boy in front of them.

When the photographer was once again ready, Mr Ashford ordered me to walk into the crowd. Just like before, the young men circled around me. They admired my body and congratulated their friend, master Blackmoor II, on his becoming a man and claiming his servant. I felt extremely proud. Not of myself, but of my master.

Soon enough, the first men starting touching me. Pinching my cheeks, slapping my butt and grabbing my cock through the loincloth. Master let them, but told them nobody could use me yet. "First I need to properly break him in. Then you guys can take turn on him."

I felt relieved. Sure, if master wanted me to present myself to his friends I would gladly obey. But it was all going a bit quicker than I could've expected this morning. This morning, I was not aware of how my life was going to change today. I was expecting a job interview, some formalities for sure. But I could never have even dreamt of what happened today.

Today was only the start. I just committed to an indenture period of at least 10 years. 10 years of submission, obedience and lack of freedom. I could not be more excited.

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