~ Master ~

This was hands down the hardest job I've ever had.

It's especially bad when you consider what we were training them for. Not only did I have to treat my two best friends... no, they are more than that, even. Lovers? Perhaps. Anyway, not only did I have to treat them as slaves, but I had to do it while being intimate with them.

I've had to try and walk the line of professional and personal all my life, of course. Being apprenticed to my father in the guild sometimes caused conflicts. And this was no exception. He had always been good about it. He always knew the line.

For once, it was difficult for him too.

To make matters worse, I had to sell them at market soon. Much too soon. I would probably never see them again, and this was the last time I'd spend with them.

I know I was not succeeding as well as I should.

I just pray it will be enough for them.

That first night that we made camp outside of town was the hardest, I think. I had to teach them to treat me as their owner, not their friend. It hurt me, all the worse because I could see it hurt them, too. At least they were good about it. They knew it had to be done. They had always been good at knowing the musts in the world.

I suppose they would not have been here otherwise.

The first up that night was simple posture training. My father handled some of that. It was better that way, in part because he simply was not interested in boys, and he was not as attached to them as I was.

He liked to use a riding crop for this. I can see why, of course. You can use it to nudge to show them where to hold their chin or hand or whatnot. You can also give a good slap with it to correct. Even a slave that wants to behave occasionally needs a bit of a smack to learn. When their posture sags because they are getting tired, you get their attention back, when they are frustrated trying to get things right, again, it's time to remind them not to express it.

The first few nights I would sit away from the campfire where they could not see me wince every time he struck them.

It was even harder when I had to do it.

It happened that first night. I knew it would. I was pushing them pretty hard about gagging, with my finger at the time. Don't get me wrong, they were great cocksuckers, and part of the reason I used my finger was because I'd go fucking nuts if I had to have my cock in there that long with out cumming. They were naturals, just passionate about everything.

Anyway, one of them... I have no idea which, honestly... got frustrated and snapped at me. I can't really blame him, he had to be sore from holding this pose or that, kneeling for a good half in various positions, and then having me gag him on my finger repeatedly.

What was it he said? Ah yea, "Kaust, damit! Is this really necessary?"

His brother got that "oh shit" look, and he did too after he realized what he just said. I could not let that one go, and before he could say anything I said, "Grab the bars with your hands, Slave. Over your head, and press up against the cart." It was that voice I used with other slaves.

He was stammering, "Master Kaust, I am sorry, I..." I snapped at him, "Quite SLAVE."

While I was picking up my father's crop, I could see the look on his brother's face. It didn't make it any easier. Not one little bit. They were very protective of each other.

As I was instructing his brother to lift his tail, he finally said, "Please Master, ..." and stopped as I turned to look at him. I said, "don't."

It felt like I was watching someone else as I pulled my arm up, and brought that leather down on his ass. I wasn't gentle about it. The sound echoed into the quiet forest.

He needed to realize that he can't afford to lose it like that. Gods know they might have a master that was a lot harsher than I could manage to be.

"Pull that tail back up, Slave. NOW." He did, thank the gods. I brought it down again, and he cried out louder than the first time.

I happen to know for a fact that their father was not the sort to spank them. Ever. Had to respect the man for raising such good sons as this with out it, too. But that time was over for them.

His tail went down again after that blow, but to his credit, he lifted it on his own with out being told. Two more blows, damn hard ones. I wanted... no, needed. Not wanted. I needed to leave welts so he would be uncomfortable sitting. It's a good reminder.

With the last one I could hear the choke in his yowl. He was crying. Damn it all, I had made him cry.

I had to carefully control my voice when I said, "Ok, that's it slave. You two can take a break." He was smart enough I didn't have to explain why I did it, nor ask him if he understood. You have to do that to drive the point home with some. And that was a good thing because I don't think I could have kept my voice under control any longer.

I walked away into the woods a ways, I didn't even realize I had done so nude. It just wasn't important at the time.

I knew what was happening behind me, his brother would have gone to him to hold him, he would have found out the hard way that sitting wasn't a good idea. I just pray they didn't hate me for it.

I had my head against a tree, leaning into it when I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard my father's voice.

"You did well, Son. I'm proud of you."

"I'm not, I just made him cry, by the gods. I beat him." I felt his arms wrap around me. My father was never the most physically affectionate man, so this was rare. I cried. Can you believe it? He stroked my ears as he spoke to me, softly.

"You had to do it, you'll have to do it again, Son. Not for me, not for you, but for them. Your doing this for them."

I suppose it helped, but I still felt awful.

"Here" he said, handing me his shirt. It took me a moment, and then I realized that I could not go back looking like this. I wiped up my tears and made myself presentable.

"Now get back in to it, Son. We have precious few days for this. At least you got the hardest lesson out of the way early."

It was easier after that, but I don't think they ever looked at me quite the same. Don't get me wrong, they still cared about me, and they understood why I did it. I know they did. And I got some good time with them after we were done. It was, after all, appropriate to sleep cuddled up to your pleasure slaves.

Still... that was the night I really became Master Kaust to them.

It still stings.