This is my first story. You’ll see rapidly that English isn’t my first tongue. But just remember that the narrator is a teenager not doing well at school!

I remember the first time I visited his home, I had just turned 14. It was not the first time I was seeing him. He had been my science teacher the previous year at school. I liked him because even if he was usually very strict, he could be also very kind, often smiling to me.

At that time, everything was going wrong. My father left us when I was 5, leaving my mother without much money. She had only our house she got from her parents. It could have been sold to help us, but my mother always intended to leave it to me.

What my father did to us was very bad. But I missed a lot the short time I spent with him. I heard afterward that he had died a few years later. So my mother had to work and raise me alone. The only work she could find was at that factory with days and nights shifts. She was always very tired and sick because of her work. As she done so much for me I can’t criticize her much but I believed she lost interest in raising me when my father left us. I was often alone at home without anybody to help me with my homework and others problems.

Things at school were worst. My grades at school were bad. I was not stupid but I’ve always been very shy, never had any confidence in me. So I didn’t have any friends, boys or girls. It didn’t help that I was short for my age and looked weak. As I hated sports, I had no muscles at all. My penis was ridiculously small and my skin was as smooth as if I was 10. My classmates would always tease me because I looked less mature than them. Nobody seemed to care of me or helped me. Nobody, except that Teacher.

He came to my home one day and talked to my mother. He was worrying about my grades at school and my future. He wanted to help me because he liked me and thought I had some potential. He offered to give me private lessons teaching science and math and was just asking in exchange that I would do some work in his house or in his garden. My mother was happy that somebody was willing to help her son, so they agreed right away.

I started to go to his home on Saturday afternoons. Even if he was very demanding, he was also patient and good at finding the right words to explain things. The first time, we talked only about math and science. But rapidly, and especially after I helped him with the garden, he would offer me a soft drink and we would chat. It’s probably the first man with who I could really talk to. He was most of the time doing the questions and I was doing the answers but I didn’t mind.

It may be hard to believe, but I don’t remember his first name. He asked me to call him “Sir” and, as he was my Teacher and as I respected him, it’s sounded natural. I didn’t even know his age. Middle age? He was taller, bigger, stronger and clever than me. I envied him. He had so much confidence in him and knew so well how to talk so I could feel better.

As my grades in science and math were improving, he offered to help me with other subjects. My mother was very glad. Because of her illness, she had to go to the hospital very often and was relieved that somebody, especially a Teacher, would take care of me. So I was spending all my Saturdays at his house.

It was great! After the lessons and the work, he would let me play his video-games, watch his huge TV and swim in his pool, all things I couldn’t do at home. He was always smiling, watching me doing my homework or swimming. He would often encourage me with a gentle tap on my back. One day, he even offered me new trunks as he told me mine were too old. Luckily, I was allowed to wear them all the time, even inside, even during the lessons. I was happy because I felt like I was on vacation all the time. As he was very kind to never ask for any money, I was eager to do all the housework he was giving me especially in the garden. I always hated doing the chores at home but this was more like a game and he seemed so happy to see me working in my trunks.

As my grades in history were still bad, he offered me that we watch together historical movies. It was, of course, much exciting than at school. The videos we saw were those of the Knights of the Round Table, of the American Civil War, of the African history like Tarzan. There were also those of the times of the Greeks and the Romans like Spartacus or Ben-Hur. I was so excited; I wanted to be like those heroes. That’s why my Teacher had that cool idea to use his video camera to make small movies where I would be the hero. As we were thinking about it, he reminded me that in those movies, actors would always wear costumes. As he didn’t have any medieval armor he offered me to do a remake of Tarzan as I’d just needed to wear my trunks. So he filmed me as I was swimming, climbing in the tree, fighting against invisible enemies. Just think that my parents never made any films and seldom took photos!

But when we watched the results, we noticed something didn’t work at all. My body! I was not Tarzan at all! So he brought his weight machine from the basement. As I had no idea how to use it, I listened carefully to what he said. He was kind to show me where my muscles were and to help me placing correctly my body on the machine so I would avoid pain. I usually didn’t like sports but this was different, it was a matter of being like my heroes! When I had finished, he would palpate my muscles to feel how hard they became. It didn’t improved much but he would always stay beside me encouraging me.

One day, as he had to buy a new PC, he offered his old one. You can’t imagine how happy I was! To thank him I hugged him. I felt so small and it was so good to have his arms around my body as he was lifting me. They felt warm against my skin. Only my father had hugged me that way but that was when I was 5 and I missed the feeling. My mother never did that much. He would also do another great thing that my father used to do: when I was getting out of the pool, he would help drying my body using a big towel. That was great especially on chilly days.

And the next weeks, I remember that when we were both watching a video, the temperature could go down enough for me to wear more clothes. But I didn’t want. Sitting against him and with his arm around me, I felt good. He never took off his shirt but I’m sure he was all muscles. However, I realized that every time I could feel his hand on me, I felt less insecure. I was starting to like him and trust him very much. He was my hero! It went even further one day I was ill.

It was a Friday evening and my mother had to work that night and couldn’t drive me to the hospital. So she called my Teacher and asked him if he could do it. He said it was ok and came to my house right away. I’ll never forget that he took me in his strong arms and carried me to his car. As you can imagine, I was in the seventh heaven!

Instead of bringing me to the hospital, he drove me to his house and called a doctor who was a good friend of him. He carried me to his guestroom so I could rest. As I was weak and with temperature, he kindly helped me taking off my clothes and putting on some pajamas, those he said he bought for me one day in case I had to stay at his house. A few minutes later, the Doctor arrived and looked closely at me. He gave me some syrup that was so sweet and it helped me to go to sleep rapidly. But before I slept, my Teacher kissed me on my forehead just like my father use to do. To thank him, I tried to hug him as long as I could, but probably felt asleep in his arms!

From that day, I would spend most of my week-ends and my vacations at his house and sleep in that room, especially when my mother was working or staying at the hospital. Because I had now good grades, she thought my Teacher had a good influence on me. We were both convinced that the more I was at his home, better it would be for me.

But that first time, on the next day, the Doctor came back to see me. Thanks to both of them, I felt much better. He wanted to do a good check-up so he asked me to take off my pajamas. I didn’t like much the idea of getting completely naked in front of them but I didn’t want them to think I didn’t care for all of their efforts. I was relieved to hear that the Doctor was a pediatrician always eager to help boys like me. So my Teacher came to my side and helped taking off my top so it was easier for me to take off the bottoms and walk to the Doctor. As he was taking his time to examine me and palpate me, I suddenly realize that been naked was a good thing because it might help him notice my problem so he would help me.

Suddenly, the Doctor asked my Teacher to leave the room so he could be alone with me. And he told me: “I don’t want you to be embarrassed, and I’m talking as your Doctor. You know that you have the body of a younger boy?” I was embarrassed but more over I was relieved. I was even very grateful because he was the first one to fully understand how bad I felt about it and why I was bullied at school. I lost completely my inhibitions when he added that it may be cured and I let him palpate thoroughly my penis and my balls as much as he needed. I also answered to all his questions about my tiny erections and the way I was cleaning my uncut penis. I realized how right the Doctor and the Teacher were when they asked to take off my pajamas even if I hesitated. They knew better than me what was good for me.

He also asked me it was ok that he takes pictures of my body to make sure what medicine I needed and how much I needed. I agreed but did appreciate that he had asked my Teacher to be out of the room all the time!

I felt bad thinking how I was going to pay the Doctor and the probably expensive medicine. But he told me I didn’t have to worry about the cost if he could check every week the effects of the medicine on my body. It would help for his research, research that he may sell to a drug company. Luckily, he said that, in that kind of work, the name and the face or the patient are not shown. So we agreed he would see me every Saturday morning at my Teacher’s house.

Moreover, when I noticed that my hair and penis were indeed growing, I was really grateful for his help even if I hated the shots he had to give me. He could really be trusted. So, every Saturday morning, they would come together to wake me up. My Teacher would bring a delicious breakfast and would help taking off my pajamas. I was glad he helped me because the pajamas he bought me had very small buttons difficult to undo. And I felt like I was almost treated like a prince! I say “almost” because during the check-up I had to receive the shot and the Doctor wanted to see how my penis was reacting when I was peeing. But when it was finished, they would teach me the human body using mine to help me understand. They would show me where my organs were, name the bones and ask if I remember the names of my muscles. It was much easier to remember and less boring than at school. Among the topics, we talked of course about sexuality but it was always done in a “scientific way”. And I learned to be proud of my bigger erections as they were like proofs that my penis was growing!

One morning just before they arrived, I even cummed! I felt embarrassed but when they saw the results on my pajamas, they were very happy and congratulated me. It means that I was almost cured and becoming a man. To celebrate it, we even went to a good restaurant together!

At the beginning of the lessons, while the Doctor was talking, I didn’t dare to sit down. As I was thinking of a way to relieve my legs, I slightly leant on my Teacher’s knee who was sitting behind me. He seemed to understand and even encouraged me to sit on his knees even if I was heavy. With his hands on my stomach, I had tears in my eyes as it remembered me suddenly what I used to do with my father. I was really impressed how much my Teacher could understand my feelings and often much better than my father did.

The Doctor was great too because he offered to replace the painful shots with suppositories that were to be taken before going to bed. I thought anything would be better than the shots and asked my Teacher (Yes I did!) to help me. Thinking right now about it, I know it may sound weird. But he never did it anything to me without asking if it was ok and was always saying he didn’t want to embarrass me. And I let him help me putting on my pajamas and introducing the suppository. Because, at least somebody was there until I feel asleep as my mother never really did it. And the suppositories were less painful than the shots!

But then, a few months later, when I was 15, my life changed dramatically as my mother died. I knew she had been ill for a long time but I was shocked when it happened. I wasn’t much prepared for that moment and was relieved that my Teacher helped me with the funeral. My uncle was there too but I hated him and I wondered if he hadn’t just came for the house as he had never give a dam to our problems.

It was my Teacher who was the only one who seemed to care of me. I will never forget that, after the funeral, as I was sad and alone at home, he hugged me. Again it felt so good. But this time it was even greater than before. With my mother gone, I felt sad, lonely and cold. But in his warm and strong arms I felt relieved. He was speaking to me like a father trying to console his son. And he asked me “Without your mother what are you going to do? Well, you know you’re 15, you can’t live alone. You need someone like a guardian until you are 18.”

“I guess I have to live with my uncle as he is the only member of my family I know. But I hate him.” I said.

So, with his body still pressed again mine, he told me: “Maybe there is another solution. If I can convince your uncle and if you want it deeply, maybe I could adopt you so we could live together in my house like father and son. I’m not married but I always wanted to have a son I could raise by myself...”

I was stunned. I couldn’t say anything. But more I was thinking about it, and more it seemed to be the best solution. I hated so much to go to my uncle’s. My Teacher always treated me like a father, even better. So it was only natural and logical that he could become my Father. It became obvious in my mind. I couldn’t see any reasons to reject somebody who helped me so much especially when I was sick. I was completely convinced when my Teacher showed me a letter written by my mother saying that my Teacher would be the best person for me. For all those reasons, I could only say:

- “Yes Sir, I really would like to be your son, Sir.”

- “Good, but don’t rush! I need to talk to your uncle and call my lawyer to see if it’s possible. I want you to think it over tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow to hear what you have decided.”

- “Yes Sir, I understand”

- “Think it well boy, as I have two conditions that I believe are required for a successful adoption. First, as I will become your Father, you must obey me and always do what I tell you to do.”

As it’s natural that a son should always obey his parents even if he’s 15, that condition seemed to make sense and I said to him:

- “I agree Sir.”

- “Think it well! The second condition is that you must cut all links with your previous family.”

You must leave behind you everything, I mean, your family but also your belongings. You’re just allowed to bring things you need for school like your textbooks and some official’s documents for your adoption.”

- “What? You mean my clothes, my CDs, the house? Why?”

I didn’t mind at all not to be in touch anymore with my uncle, but leaving the house, my clothes, my CD and other stuff! That was too much asking! He explained me:

- “The day you became part of your previous family, the day you were born, you had nothing, you were naked. Right? So I want you to be in the same situation when you become my son and enter in my family. And you cannot have two families or two homes. You must choose. Think that your name will also change. I’m wealthy enough so I’ll be able to buy you new clothes and other stuff you need. My house will be yours. You already have your pajamas, your trunks and a few things at my home. Well, you can also bring your PC as it was my present.”

What he was asking was surprising but again it appeared to me logical. And I really missed not having a father in my life. I was not going to let that one go away! That’s why probably I wasn’t thinking much about the conditions. I also liked the idea that he knew what he was doing. He seemed to want to be a kind and strict father and I thought that’s how a good father should be.

So the next day, when I told him I didn’t change my mind, he said he had already made all the arrangements with my uncle. He introduced me to his Lawyer who was another very good friend of him and a specialist in matters of family like adoption or inheritance and had advise many orphans like me in the past. I was glad that they both knew what they were doing so things could go fast and they would help me signing the official documents I couldn’t understand. I heard that my mother’s will was a great help for my adoption. To thank the Lawyer, I offered my collection of small toy soldiers that he was admiring. I was happy they’d also found their father!

Of all the changes, the most surprising one was about my names. Not only my family name changed but even my first name changed! I didn’t know it was possible! My Teacher explained that, as my first name had be chosen by my previous father and as I had to cut all links with my previous family and born again in his new family, he had to choose a new one. So he said he had chosen “Steve”. And well, babies don’t help choosing their names! But I did like the idea of “being born again” as I was sure that my “new life” couldn’t be worse than the “previous one”.

So, in the mid-afternoon on that same day, I left my former house carrying only a box of stuff for school and the clothes I had on me. I was of course a little sad but that feeling disappeared when my new Father put his arm on my shoulder as we were driving to my new home. I have to add that my previous home remembered me the death of my mother so I wasn’t that unhappy to leave it. In my new house, I was given the guestroom as my bedroom. I always liked the house and I’ve slept so many times in that room. That’s why I felt it like my new home rapidly.

My Father wanted to be sure everything was ok with my health. So an hour later, the Doctor came to see us. But he seemed worried. I stripped all my clothes and he did the usual check up.

Then, he said in a concerned voice: “that is not good; it’s growing well, but in the wrong way… It is worst than I thought. Yes boy, I want to be honest with you. The problem is with your penis and testicles. They’re growing but as they’re too compressed, they’re growing the wrong way. You could have problems to urinate or to have erection. And if we do nothing, they will have to be operated in the future. It can even cause cancer to your testicles.”

My Father asked: “oh no, really, is it that bad Doctor? Cancer?”

And the Doctor answered: “Yes. If we don’t do react rapidly, it may be. I can cure it but we need the full cooperation of the patient. So Steve? Do you trust your Doctor?”

Remembering that my mother died just a few days earlier, I answered that I did. But I really appreciated that my Father came close to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Good. I know you’re a good boy” said the Doctor. “You must do all the things I have to prescribe to you. Do you understand Steve?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. I promise, Doctor” I said.

The Doctor added: “If you follow the prescription scrupulously, you won’t need to worry. And there are no shots or suppositories. First, if it’s not growing well, it’s because your whole body is too weak. So we need to change your diet. Your father will have to cook you the healthy meals I will plan… Second, you need to do more exercises. You don’t have enough muscles to hold your body… so it grows the wrong way. I’ll prepare a special program adapted for the weight machine you like so much. But you need to do much more. Your Father and I will have to watch you using it to check if you’re following well the program.”

Well, I always wanted to look like my heroes. And my Father would be there to help me. Moreover, I wanted him to be proud of his son and not worrying about me from the first day of our new life!

“Good. Just don’t do too much at the beginning…And last thing. Your biggest problem is that your penis and testicles are too compressed; you must, as much as you can, avoid what tighten you, especially your pants and your briefs. When you’re inside the house, please don’t wear anything …as you’re right now.”

And my Father added: “If it’s for his own good, I don’t mind he has no clothes all time in the house. With those curtains, he can’t be seen from outside. I’ll just have to heat up the place a little more in winter. Can you imagine? You’ll be like Tarzan most of the time!”

The Doctor continued: “I’ll tell your Father what kind of clothes to buy when you have to go outside. We’ll have to be careful when we choose your briefs and your trunks.”

I was happy not to have to take shots or lot of pills. I was even thinking that being naked was not that bad especially in summer. It didn’t bother that much during all those “check-ups” and “biology lessons”. In front of other people, it would have been different.

So I went with them to the living-room without putting back on my clothes. And the protecting hand of my Father on my waist made me understand there was nothing to worry about. Sitting beside him on the coach with or without trunks didn’t make such a big difference. What mattered more was that I had found a great Father and a great Doctor.

Suddenly there was a ring at the door. My Father went to the door, came back followed by the Lawyer and said: “Our lawyer has been working hard and fast. He has good news for us: you’re legally my son!” I was so happy I rushed to hug him. The Lawyer and the Doctor shook our hands to congratulate us and my Father told me that they both had done and will do a lot for us. In a way they will be part of our family, like uncles or godfathers! I explained that I didn’t like uncles but prefer them as my godfathers.

So my Father said: “It’s a deal! Please hug your Godfathers!”

I hugged both of them and it was cool to feel their hands on my smooth back. But I said to the Lawyer: “I’m sorry but I have some problem with my health. I must, as much as possible, be without clothes.”

And the Lawyer explained: “Oh really, poor boy, my poor godson. But don’t be worried! Promise me never be ashamed! When you’ll come to my house, you are very welcomed naked! You know your Father is my best friend and I’m relieved that he has found a son after all those years.”

But suddenly, my Father said to them that he didn’t want to force them out but he still had the ceremony to do this evening. They both seemed to understand and they said good-bye. When they were gone, I asked my Father what he meant by ceremony. He told me that in order to help us feeling better like father and son we’ll have a special ceremony for my adoption. He asked me to take a shower to clean me thoroughly as he wanted me to be “pure”. And I had to come in the living room wearing my old clothes.

I did as he said. I was a little worried but most of all I was excited. I had read many stories of initiation rites. Some were scary but I was sure my Father would be kind to me as always. I think I also wanted to show him how much his new son could bear.

When I came back “purified” in the living-room, I was impressed when I saw him standing there in beautiful clothes. He looked really handsome and I felt proud to be his son. He said:

- “First you must still call me “Sir” until the end of the ceremony. Only when it’s finished, you will be allow to call me Father or Dad. Do you understand?”

- “Yes Sir, I do.”

- “Next, you know, tonight, you will be born again in a new family, with a new Father? In a way, I want you to feel like a newborn baby. So you must become as naked as a baby. Take off your old clothes please and put them in this trash bag.”

Well, I didn’t mind much but my penis was becoming really hard! I couldn’t understand why.

- “Good. Don’t be shy of your body, boy. Do you think a baby is shy when he is with no clothes? And never be afraid of having an erection in front of a man especially your Father. It’s natural and it shows that you love him.”

- “Really? I’ve never thought that way. And it’s true I love you Sir.”

- “I can see it. I can see you love me. But not when you hide it with your hands… Yes show it to me! Put your hands behind your back. Be proud of it! Be proud of your feeling! Isn’t that better? Could you promise me to never hide me that you love me?”

That was a promise I really wanted to keep! Then, he asked me to knee in front of him. I was thrilled of doing it because it remembered me stories of knights and kings.

- “Good boy… You learned in biology how babies are conceived in order to be born, right?”

So your father’s spermatozoids were introduced into your mother to fecund one of her eggs. Right? It’s your father’s sperm and that egg that made you and, in a way, they are still in you. In order to become your new Father, I asked you to cut all links with your past. And myself I’m trying to erase, as much as I can, all traces of your previous father.”

- “But you cannot change my chromosomes!”

- “Not physically. But we can still symbolically change your chromosomes using the sperm of your new Father. But it can only work if we do it like it was done the first time as you were not a test tube baby. And as you’re also not a girl, we must use what looks the closest to a vagina, I mean your anus.”

Don’t misunderstand me. There was no way I would have refused what he intended to do. I would probably have done anything he asked to become his son especially if it made sense scientifically! I was in the mood of the ceremony and I even thought it could have been worst and bloody! I believed also that, that part of my body was special because it had received the suppositories that had been so effective for the growing of my hair and my penis. So I just told him that it sounded like sex to me.

- “What are you talking of sex? We are talking here of building a family, of doing the right thing to start a good relationship between a son and a Father, we are talking of love. Do you love your new Father? And I love you too. And it’s because I want to show you that I love you that I need to do it. As it ever occurred to you that what we are going to do is called “making love”? That is what we are going to make, love: a love between a Father and his son.”

Completely convinced and eager to help him, I asked what I had to do. He told me that I needed to become familiar with the tool that would make us Father and son. He added that it was like a special present for my new birthday. I was a little unsure so he invited me to come closer and touch it through his clothes like I was trying to guess what the present was. I touched it and I forgot my shyness because I was surprised it was so big and so hard. And when I tried to put down the zipper of his pants and feel it through his briefs, it felt warm. I suddenly understood why I started to like it so much. I had just found there, all the things I like the most with my Father, I mean, his size, his strength and his heat. This was not like just touching the penis of a man or a boy which would have been a bad thing. That was obviously different. And it was the absolute proof that my Father really loved me.

I understood what he meant by present. He wanted me to be the only person to be able to discover the secret of his strength. I was grateful for this incredible present and excited to be allowed to pull down his briefs.

In a way, I was fascinated because it really looked so like my Father, big, strong, and full of self-confidence and “standing” as my Father was standing in front of me. I was wondering if it was ok to touch it but I also really wanted to feel its heat directly. Furthermore, I realized that it didn’t smell pee at all, as I was afraid. So, for that reason and because my face was close to it, I had the idea to use my nose to touch it! And also my cheeks! Then, I used my hands gently and slowly. I tried to stroke it. I tried to stroke his impressive hair. I was scared to hurt him as I was exploring his balls but he didn’t say anything and was instead busy filming me with his video camera. I was eager to follow his instructions as a way to thank for his present.

I was proud to become the son of a Man that had (and still have) a so impressive penis and big testicles. It meant for me protection, calm and love. Thinking of my own crouch, it seemed hopeless for me to become one day like him. I didn’t know how I was able to receive his power but I knew that I needed some of it if I wanted to try to start to be like him. And maybe the penetration could help me as it did with the suppositories.

Thinking of knights, his penis remembered me a sword as it was pointing up. So I told him:

- “I was thinking that if I was a knight, your penis would be my king’s sword. And I cannot become a knight without the king’s sword. It was in “Excalibur”.

- “I can touch your shoulders with it if you want… Great!... Let me touch your forehead… Right…Now would you like to swear allegiance?”

- “Like a knight? But what should I say?”

- “Promise to always be faithful and obedient! But do you remember what Lancelot did to King Arthur’s sword?”

- “Yes! He kissed it! Wow! Can I do it now Sir?”

- “You may but say it to the camera. And kiss the head of my penis.”

- “I promise that I will always be faithful and obedient to my father and to his penis!... It’s cool. Sir, Can I kiss other parts of it, please?”

- “As much as you want, my faithful and obedient knight!”

I started with a few kiss and then a lot more. I ended using my tongue rather than my lips like a cat. It was not always easy because sometimes he wanted me to look up to the camera at the same time!

Then he told me that it was time to start the penetration. I was really looking forward to feel it inside me but was afraid it might hurt. So he helped me standing up, he pressed his body against mine, his cock pushing against my stomach, and he said:

- “Yes. I’m not going to lie to you. It will hurt. But think again about when you were born? Can you imagine how it hurts to get out of your mother? Suffering is part of the life of a boy. You suffer when you start to walk, when you lose your teeth… But each time you endure it and you grow…So, yes, it will hurt. But as your Teacher and your Father, I can tell you, you’ll be very proud. But I have good news. It will less hurt if you do exactly what I tell you to do. Do you trust me?”

- “Definitely Father, I mean Sir… What’s in your hand?”

- “It’s kind of a cream. Can you spread your ass cheeks with your hands? I’m going to grease your ass with my fingers so it won’t hurt too much.”

In a way it reminded me again the suppositories and I felt less tense. Then, he took my body in his arms, and laid me on my back on a bed that was behind us. I saw him fixing the cushions and the camera. And I let him put my feet on his shoulders.

“First, close your eyes and concentrate. To show me that you love me and has accepted me as your Father, you must convince your whole body to invite me inside you. And your body will understand why it’s so important to make me feel that my penis is warmly welcomed inside you. Because your body will become at the end the body of not any kind of person but your Father’s son, my son. You may not think that you can control it much but if you open your mind and focus, your body will automatically try to open and let me in. Are you ready?”

I could feel it pressing against my hole and waiting to get in. I was a little scarred. A part of me suddenly didn’t want it to happen. But the way he was pressing me, made me change my mind. In its hardness, I could feel its self confidence like if it was saying to me I was stupid to avoid something that had to be done, that was part of life, that would happen anyway. And because he was also waiting outside without trying to get inside yet, I felt the kindness of my Father who was just waiting for me to be ready. So I said:”Yes Sir, I’m ready! You’re welcome!” and I didn’t regret it.

The first pain came rapidly as I felt his penis making its way inside me. But I discovered that when I was trying to pay more attention to his penis and less to my pain, it became easier. And when I tried to avoid the hurt by being more submissive to his penis and its movements, I even felt some pleasure!

But then, I didn’t have to be submissive anymore. It’s like his penis completely hypnotized my body. More than his cumming that I didn’t feel much, it’s the pumping that was incredible. Not because of the feeling of sexual pleasure that it created in me especially when I cummed. But because, each pumping seemed to send to my whole body a strange feeling, like a feeling of love and protection. The only word that came to my mind to describe it was “shield”. That shield made me feel stronger, better and older.

So when we finished as we both had cummed, I really felt completely different. I felt that in every part of my body, I was his son. His penis, his pumping, his cumming made me his son!

We both took a shower (but not at the same time). Then, my Father offered me a glass of champagne to celebrate. He said that ordinary he would not offer me any alcohol but believed that was not an ordinary day. So I told him:

- “I agree Sir. It’s, probably, one of the best day of my life.”

- “Don’t call me “Sir” anymore! Don’t you feel more like my son now?”

- “Yes it’s true. It’s unbelievable. I don’t know how to explain but something inside me really changed. It’s like my chromosomes changed. I really feel like I became physically your son. It feels so good to be your son, Dad, it’s so good to say that word too! But… I’m sorry. I was so wrong!”

- “What do you mean Steve?”

- “When you told me that you needed to penetrate me to help us feeling like father and son, I didn’t understand and didn’t really believe you! I thought this was just like having sex.”

- “If it had just been sex it would be like straight or gay sex. Do you feel like my girlfriend?”

- “No I don’t!”

- “So it was not straight sex. Do you feel like my boy friend?”

- “No of course, I feel like your son! But I didn’t act like a good son, I should have trust you.”

- “On the contrary! Even if you didn’t understand what was going to happen to you, you did what you were told to do. You were like a good child who obeys to his parents even if he doesn’t understand why it is so important to go to bed early or eat vegetables.”

I started to realize why it was so important to obey him. First, I was eager to obey him as one of the conditions to become his son. But it was more than that. He knew so much more than me about everything, even about me and my body. I thought at 15 I knew a lot but it wasn’t true. I could trust him more than I could trust myself. Not obeying him was a way to go back to my “previous” and disastrous life and obeying him was starting a new and better life.

Then he said he had another “birthday” present for me. It was like a small jewel box. Inside I found a small and light gold chain with my new names on it. He said by putting it around my neck I will be able to show to the rest of the world that I’m member of my Father’s family. By feeling it on me, he hoped I’d always remember that there is someone who loves me and wanted me to have a better life that the one I had before.

I was really surprised and grateful for this beautiful present and wanted to wear it right away. But I felt also a little sad as he put it around my neck because I had no belongings or money to give him as a present. He seemed to understand as he said:”

- “Maybe there is something precious that you could give me. Do you know what the circumcision is? It means cutting the foreskin of a penis. It is usually done to young boys for religious or health matters. I’m sure your Doctor would agree that it’s good for you, but I’m thinking more about the symbolic meaning. Of course, I cannot force you to do it, but If you agree, you’ll be able to give your Father, your foreskin which is something that is, of course, very precious to you. I will keep with me and it will always remind me how much you like me and that you made a very big sacrifice to our family…And last thing, you’ll be able to look just like your Father. Look at my penis again, compare it with yours. Yes take it in your hands, feel it.”

It’s true it was so different from mine! It was so big. As I was touching it, I understood what it meant to be cut. That’s probably why I agree to do it. To have mine look as impressive as his! I was glad that the Doctor may do it as he already knew me. But I was stupid to say that I didn’t care the pain! My Father laughed and said that it would be done under local anesthetic.

While I had still my hand on his penis, I thanked him for letting me touching it. I agreed with him when he said I should thank his penis too, as it had made me my Father’s son. So he said:

- “There is a way you could thank him. Actually, I was thinking about it for the last part of your initiation for this evening.”

- “What is it Dad?”

- “When a baby is hungry, he can have some milk from his mother. As a man, I can’t give you milk but I can give my sperm which is source of life. The taste is not as good as milk but in a way it’s a much better than the penetration because my “milk” will really go inside your body…I knew you would agree! Let me fix the video camera…Again you have to be on your knees in front me. Good. Now you have to kiss him. It’s a way to show him how grateful you are. Please kiss every part of it. Good. Now, you can start to lick kindly, deeply… Yes that’s right! Did you see how he is reacting? I can see how you both like each other! Yes, you can let it now in your mouth.”

And it’s true I loved it, especially in my mouth. The penetration had been a revelation but this was different. I could really feel his heat, his power under my tongue and in my mouth. It was warm but I want to warmer it even more. The penetration has been somehow violent, I mean, with a lot of movements but sucking was quieter. It gave calm inside me. I was maybe like a baby who stops to cry or to be angry when he starts to suck for his mother’s milk. At first, I was a little impatient as it didn’t come as fast as I wanted. But remembering what happened during the penetration, I decided to forget my selfish dissatisfaction and to focus more on the penis. As I tried to be somehow obedient, I searched the ways to make him happier. That’s how I understood he wanted to go deeper inside my throat. So I tried to help him as much as I could by controlling my breath and pushing his whole body.

And again, I was rewarded but I failed a little because most of it went directly down my throat so I could only taste the last drops! While taking hold of my chin, he asked:

- “How was it Steve? I guess the taste isn’t very good but…”

- “No but…I don’t know how to say it Dad. It’s good because it’s not delicious! Yes. I would have been disappointed if it had been sweet or as good as milk. It has a strong and strange taste because it comes from my Dad. It tastes like my Father… But it’s not fair!”

- “What do you mean?”

- “Each time I try to do something to thank you, Dad, you do something greater!”

- “Those great things can only be done if I really feel you want to be my son and obey to me… But well now it’s time to go to bed.”

I thought it was too early but really wanted to obey!

- “Good! We’ll have lot of things to do tomorrow. I need to see the Doctor so he can help me buying your new clothes. I’ll also have to talk to him about the best way to circumcise you. So, go brush your teeth and I’ll come to kiss you goodnight when you’re in bed.”

But when he came to my room to kiss me good night I was surprised because he said he had just the Doctor who was very enthusiastic about the idea of the circumcision and thought it might help my penis growing the right way. He was ready to do it tomorrow afternoon. I needed to take my breakfast at seven and wouldn’t be able to eat until the surgery.”

I wanted it to have it done but was worrying about the idea of surgery itself. But well, I had agreed earlier and wanted to show him I was a good boy. At least I’d be anesthetized and in good hands. And it’s true it wasn’t a big deal. It just hurt a little afterward and I had to put some cream. But it less hurt without clothes on me and I realized it was another good reason to stay naked! Moreover, I was glad to have gone through that “trial”. I became proud of it and didn’t care anymore if it was not that big. I was happy to show it to my Father and let him touch it.

But that morning when I should have taken my breakfast at seven, I actually overslept and woke up at eight. I was terrified. I rushed to the living room in tears where I found him reading the newspaper. I really tried to apologize. But he invited me to sit on his laps so he could cuddle me. And he told me he understood that, after that great evening, I needed some sleep.

I answered him I was really upset about me for I proved myself not to be a good son even if I tried as much as I could to do all he was asking me. But again he said he understood because I was not used to obey that much and needed some time to adapt myself. As a joke, he said he was surprised I disobeyed because I had sworn to him I was going to be an obedient and faithful knight. But I felt even sadder: I couldn’t even be a knight!

Suddenly I felt his penis coming close to my asshole and starting to get in. Surprised, I wanted first to shout “no” but decided I couldn’t deny him after what I did. Actually, it felt rapidly good as he was well lubed. And it less hurt than the first time. This time, he didn’t pump much and we just stayed that way a long time, his hard penis protecting me. It made my sadness and fear vanished. And it helped a lot to bring me confidence in my will to obey my Father. I really understood that, more than the cuddling, it was the penetration that made the difference. Therefore, not only was his penis important to help my relationship with my Father, but I was convinced that it gave me strength. Therefore, I realized how right he had been to penetrate me even my first reaction was negative.

A week later, when I went to the Doctor so he could check the healing or my surgery, he asked if everything was ok with my Father. And I thought it was better to say all I had on my mind:

- “Everything is great but…Well it’s difficult to say. I think I’m afraid that my Father will stop loving me one day and leave me. I know it’s stupid but it’s probably because my first father left me and I’m worrying that it might happen again…”

- “I guess this feeling will be hard to fight as its goes back to your early childhood. The best way to convince yourself that it’s not true is to prove yourself that you are doing all you can to keep your Father.”

- “Yes… that might help. But what should I do?”

- “Well, first, parents are always concerned about the health of their children. I’m sure your Father is worrying about your risk of cancer. So it’s very important that you follow the prescription I gave you. It’s really improving. Try to always sleep on your back and ask your Father to fix the temperature of your bedroom so you won’t need to put covers and top sheet. And if you can, try not to touch your crouch too much, that would be better.”

- “Actually, Doctor, because of the surgery I’m less touching it as it had hurt a little...”

- “Good. If you put your hands in your back you may be less tempted…It’s not only important to improve your health but to convince your father that it’s improving. So you should always let him see the progress on your body. It’s even better if he could touch it, and he can feel that you have less fat, more muscles and that your penis is growing well.

Well, next, my second advice. Parents, of course, always worried a lot about their

children not doing what are they told to do. I’m sure you never disobey. But maybe your

Father will ask you, in the future, to do things that don’t seem to make sense or maybe

that is more suitable for a much younger boy. If it sounds really strange, always do what

he is telling you to do, and then please call me afterward so we can talk about it.”

- “Thank you Doctor. But actually every time he asks something that sounds strange, it ends to make sense anyway!”

- “That’s because he knows you and understand what is good for you, probably better than yourself! He was right to ask your penis to be cut for instance... My third advice is to focus on the moments when you feel the most that you are like Father and son.”

- “It’s when I feel his penis inside me. But isn’t bad to have sex with my Father.”

- “It’s because you mistake the physical contact with your Father and usual sex. It may look the same but it’s very different. For instance, what is the main purpose of having sex?”

- “Well, making babies.”

- “Yes or having fun. I’m sure it gives you some pleasure but isn’t the main purpose of your contact to show him how much you love him as his son.”

- “Yes, that’s true.”

- “Think about the kissing. It’s difficult to imagine sex without kiss. Did your Father kiss on your mouth?”

- “No it’s true, just on my forehead before I go to bed…”

- “Like a Father! You see? Have you sleep together in the same bed? Have you taken a shower or a bath together?”

- “No it’s true. And also, I never saw him naked. So it’s not sex? So what is it?”

- “Usually fathers have or should have physical contacts with their children starting from the birth. But you are not a baby anymore so you both have to adapt the usual Father/son physical contact to your age and to your situation.”

- “So you mean, more I have those contacts with my Father more…”

- “More he will feel like he is your Father and will have fewer reasons to leave you.”

- “Thank you for your advices. I’m relieved. I always felt a little guilty but now I understand.”

- “Well if it’s too difficult to ask him, maybe I can talk to him about it.”

- “Thank you so much Doctor.”

He also gave me a long article written by one of his friend, a historian, about sexual rites between men and boys in the past. I was especially interested about the passage about the Greek ephebes. I was happily surprised to find in the article thoughts that came to my mind during my “ceremony”. I had been wondering if my feelings were not weird. But I was now very proud to share the same feelings with people of that great civilization. When I saw pictures of statues of ephebes, I also realized how important it was to be proud of my body.

When I arrived at home, I understood my Doctor had talk to my Father on the phone: when I was just taking off my clothes, he came to me and asked:

- “So do you want to have more of my cuddles? Do you like when your stomach is against mine and my arms are around you… like this?”

- “Yes Dad, thank you. I love you so much Dad…The Doctor said it’s improving.”

- “Do you mind if I touch it? Yes he’s right, I can feel it. Does it still hurt? ... I’m very proud of you. Do you know why I like to touch your penis so much? Because I can feel that you really love me and that you really want to be my son. Not only because it is so hard right now. But also it reminds the present of your foreskin, the sacrifice you made for me, I mean, for us. It reminds me all the efforts you do every day to obey me and be my son. Do you mind if I keep it in my hand?”

- “Not at all Dad. As long as you like. Actually, I have a request. I don’t know if it’s ok for me to have requests. As it’s improving, soon maybe I won’t need to be naked anymore. But would it be still possible to be inside without clothes? At the beginning, I didn’t like it much but now when I’m with you or my Godfathers I like it, it’s more natural. Each time I need to put my clothes on, I hate it. It’s too tight. And of course it’s so cool to be naked when you’re cuddling me as you’re doing right now.”

- “Request granted, my dear son. But don’t forget to never hide your crouch.”

- “Of course Dad. Thank you so much. And could I also continue my diet and the program even when I will be completely cured? I feel much better now and it’s less hard than I feared. The program is really adapted to my strength. And the food is actually very good with those spices and the seafood.”

- “No problem Steve. But always follow carefully the program… By the way, I have something important to tell you. The Doctor talked to me about your fear. And actually, I have the same kind of stupid fear. One day, you may not like me anymore and go away to find another father.”

- “But it’s not true…what can I do to prove it’s not true?”

- “My fear disappears almost completely when I’m cuddling you in my arms. But it’s even definitely better if I can feel your love through my penis when I’m inside you.”

- “It’s ok for me Dad. I really want to show you how much I love you.”

- “Yes, but it has to be done as often as we can. That’s why it can’t be an order. It requires a lot of you. Are you sure? You’ll have to be ready all the time we are together. You’ll have to stay clean. I’ll show you a good way.”

- “I don’t mind Dad. Actually if you hadn’t ask me I would have ask you. I feel so good when you’re inside me.”

- “Thank you Steve. I knew you were ready to help your Father… So let’s do it right now. Do you mind if I teach you a new way? Do you mind to leave everything to me?”

- “Not at all Dad. You know so well how to do it. Just tell me what I have to do.”

- “So let me come behind you like that. Let me press your back against my stomach. Can you feel my penis against the small of your back?”

- “I do. I like the feeling. It’s like it’s protecting me.”

- “Yes leave it to my hands. Don’t resist. Relax, try to be less tense. Yes, close your eyes. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just follow me. Let me fondle your beautiful chest. Let my heat penetrate your skin. Leave your body to me. Let me hold your penis and balls. Leave them to me. Show me how much you love me. Let me guide you to the coach. You know you like to be my obedient son. Don’t fight against what you are; let me control your body. Yes, bow your head…Here it comes. Let me really be your Father, let me help you becoming my son! Show me how you really want to be my son!...Does it hurt that much? I’m sorry! From behind it hurts more. But you know it’s worth it. It hurts because your mind is not open enough. But it means also you’re growing. Let’s make you a man. That’s right. You know so well it’s better to leave it to my penis. Let it controlled your body. I’m proud of you. You’ve learned so much…Let me controlled your penis too. No don’t cum right now. No…That’s right. No. Isn’t it better when your Father is in charge? Leave it to me so we can cum together. I’m proud of you. You’ve really realized what it means to be my son, how much you like to be controlled by me. Now it’s time, let it out…… Can you see how much came out and how far it went?”

This time, it was more painful and there was no direct physical pleasure like the first time. But there were pleasure, pleasure to be controlled by my Father! The other reason I left everything to him ending almost like a puppet is because he took me from behind. I couldn’t move much my arms; I couldn’t see his eyes to anticipate his reactions. I felt small under his big body. And with his hands on my chest and on my crotch, I couldn’t do anything but leave to him and close my eyes. It’s like he had found the remote control of my body but I couldn’t be upset because I didn’t even know it existed! And it felt that there were three people on me: a Father, a Teacher and a Man. I wanted to be obedient so he would accept me as his son. I wanted to be obedient so he could share some of his knowledge. And I wanted to be obedient to learn what it means to grow and be a man.

But when he penetrated me, I was not a puppet anymore; I was more than a puppet! I was anticipating the desire of my Father‘s penis. I was eager to bear the pain and have it deeper! And it wasn’t something that I had decided. It came naturally, automatically. My body was taking over my mind. In other words, my mind was controlled by my body that was itself controlled by the penis! And my body even agreed that my pleasure would be also controlled by my Father and the decision of cumming was not mine anymore.

The amount of sperm that came out of me was new for me. I’ve never did that much and that far! It meant many things to me. It meant that my body was improving, growing. So the prescription was indeed working. Being naked, doing exercises, having my penis cut and eating healthier food were really effective. I was even wondering if all the “milk” I had already received hadn’t also anything to do with it!

It meant also for me how much it was important for me to leave it to my Father and to the Doctor who were saving my testicles and even probably my life. And my Father was also helping me having good grades and preparing me for a better future. It reminded also me the short time when I was able to as a child to leave everything to my first father. It’s so good to put your head on the shoulder of your father and not have to think about anything, just leaving the decision to somebody who knows much more than you. My new Father knew my body better than I did and he could read my mind like an open book. And the amount of my sperm that I had to clean afterward was for me the proof that I was right to believe it!

But could you guess what I did when he cuddled me again? I cried! I explained how grateful I was for all the things he did to me, for saving my life, for giving the chance to have a better life, to help somebody like me who had been so ugly and dumb! I really wanted to be his son but feared I would often make mistakes.

So he said he wanted me to swear allegiance again as the first had not been effective enough. He explained that to make it stronger, he needed to have the contacts of my rectum around his penis. It would be also better because I would not only be on my knees but on my fours. I was thrilled!

- “It’s incredible! It’s like your asshole knows naturally what the best position is! Now bow your head and let me come deeper so I can feel you better. Thank you! Perfect. Are you ready? Please focus and answer to my questions. Each time you’ll answer, I’ll pump you. First, do you believe that your Father knows better than you what is good for our relationship?”

- “Yes I do Father. That’s true.”

- “Do you believe that your Father knows better than you what is good for you?”

- “Yes I do Father. You have proved it so many times.”

- “Therefore do you accept the idea to let your Father decide what is good and not good for you?”

- “Yes I do Father. I’m convinced that they will always be the best decisions!”

- “Even if you don’t like my decisions?”

- “It will mean that I am acting as a baby not knowing yet what is good for me.”

- “Therefore in order to help your Father making the best decisions for you, do you accept the full domination of your Father upon you?”

- “Yes I do Father. I believe that only your full domination will help me growing.”

- “Without any restrictions? In all matters?”

- “Of course Father. It can’t work with restrictions.”

- “Doesn’t it scare you?”

- “Not at all. More you dominate me and more I feel protected and relieved.”

- “For instance, do you accept that your father decide what clothes you need to wear and what belongings you need to have and put in your room?”

- “Yes I do. I believe that as a Teacher and a Father you know better than me the things I need and don’t need.”

- “And in order to have good results at school, do you accept that your Father decide of your daily schedule? The time when you get up or go to bed, the time of your chores and homework…”

- “I believe that as my Father and as a Teacher you know better how a teenager should spend his time. The way I did it had been a disaster!”

- “Do you agree that your Doctor and I know better what is good for your body as we are probably saving your testicles and maybe even your life? Do you accept to leave us all decisions concerning your body and never decide by yourself the way you can use it?”

- “Yes I do. It’s the least I can do. I fully understand that the way I took care of my body was completely wrong and dangerous.”

- “For instance do you accept that we teach you the best positions like when you are walking, sitting down or sleeping?”

- “Yes I do. I believed it’s very important as my body is still growing.”

- “In order to make the best decisions, will you give us free access to your body and let us touch any part of your body whenever we need it?”

- “Yes of course. Please be free to use my body as you like. In a way, you both deserve more than me the use of my body!”

- “Do you agree to always follow our instructions how to clean it? Even the way your hair should be cut or the way you should be shaved?”

- “Yes I do Father. You both have more experience than me.”

- “Do you agree that the Doctor and I know better than you what is good and not good for your mental health? Do accept that we decide what you can enjoy during your free time? And how long your free time should be?”

- “Yes I do. Now that I’m in high school, I'll be busy.”

- “Do you agree that, as my son, it is your duty to be penetrated as often as possible?”

- “Yes I do Father. I fully understand it.”

- “Do you agree to always have your asshole clean and always be ready to be in position to welcome my penis?”

- “Yes I do Father. Please promise me to always be inside me whenever you want it.”

- “I promise you! Therefore do you accept its domination upon you?”

- “Yes I do Father. With pleasure!”

- “Do you agree to show him your submission by kissing him every morning and evening?”

- “Wow! Yes I do!”

- “In order to help me making the best decisions for you, would you agree to write down all your thoughts and dreams in a diary without leaving out any details?”

- “That’s a good idea! I’ll do it.”

- “Do you understand that if you have secrets, I cannot make good decisions? Do you agree to let me have permanent access to all your belongings including your drawers, closets, pockets and your computer?”

- “Yes. I’ve learned that been naked and not hiding my body to you and the Doctor was so important. So I really want to do the same with everything. I want to share with you my room and my belongings so you can have free access to them. Because, that way, I’ll feel that you are protecting me and helping me.”

- “You don’t mind having no private life?”

- “The way I dealt with my mind and my private life had also been a disaster. Feeling you’re penetrating my mind and my private life is probably as important to help me, as feeling your penis inside me!”

- “Do you agree that our special relationship belongs only to the two of us and cannot be shared with other any people except your Godfathers?”

- “Yes I understand Father. They wouldn’t understand.”

- “And last do you agree to be my submissive son?”

- “Yes I do Father. I believe you are the best Father ever.”

- “So let it be.”

As he said that last sentence we cummed almost at the same time. From that day, I probably never disobeyed him and never had any more fear he would leave me. I was convinced that the way I swore with his penis inside me had a lot to do with it.

So I never regretted what I agreed. It had been said that he made me his slave. But I didn’t feel I was forced to obey my Father. There were no chains, no cage, and no whips. And there was a police station near the supermarket where I was buying food. He didn’t ask me to be a galley slave or work in a cotton field. I did a lot of chores but just because the new house was big, not more than it needed. I did enough exercises to be in good shape but not much more. I had a lot of sex which was great for me, but with no pain or hard stuff. I accepted his domination because I felt I was still a small kid in my head and not able yet to make good decisions. And his “orders” never seemed like orders. They were more like invitations or wishes often using “Could you…?” and with always explanations. He would always listened to me or read what I wrote down in my diary. I found even challenging to try to obey to difficult orders like when he said:

- “Well it’s not really a request, more like a wish maybe. I’d like you to try not to jerk off when you’re in bed. I know it can’t be true but, somehow, I feel that when you do it you’re dreaming of contacts with other Fathers. I know it’s the most stupid feeling ever.”

- “No I’ll try Dad. The Doctor says it’s better if I don’t touch my penis too much so…”

- “Thank you very much. I knew it. Try to always sleep with your hands far from…”

Actually, the nice time spent with my Father every evening prevented me from jerking off in bed. But it was more difficult those days when he was away. So, he offered me that on those special days I would stay at the Doctor or at the Lawyer. They would be allowed to let me suck their penis but not to penetrate my ass as they were not my Father.

The first time was with the Lawyer. He was worrying about my health too and I let him feel with his hands how it was improving. I felt guilty to ask him to let me suck his penis because I didn’t want to embarrass him or anything. But I took the initiative thinking it as a way to thank him for all he had done to me. Instead of saying “yes”, he just undid his fly. And as I was touching it, rubbing it on my face and licking it, no words were pronounced. There was no need for words. I especially loved the way he stroke my hair when I had him in my mouth. I was thinking I was really lucky to have a so great Godfather.

At the end, to thank me, he showed me his collection of antiques. I was so happy! There was an armor that I was able to wear even if it was heavy and cold on my skin! There were also old swords, a cutlass that probably belonged to a pirate, and old guns that I could hold! There were also old handcuffs and shackles that look like those I saw in movies. He told me they were not for slaves but for convicts. I wanted to try them on. I wanted to be like Ben Hur or Spartacus! I had to convince him because he worried he wouldn’t be able to unlock them as the keys were rotten! But he did agree and even accepted my weird idea to keep them all the evening as we were going to watch a video together on the coach. It felt heavy but great. I couldn’t move much but I felt as strong as my heroes. (I must confess that he had to free me when I needed to pee!).

But from that day, we would often enjoy playing games using his “toys”. As a Lawyer he was able to receive them from many parts of the world and he would let me try. It would usually start at my Father’s house: he would “arrest me” and put the restrains on me and bring me at the back of his van and so I would not worried being naked and he would drive me to his “castle”. I heard years later that my Father was not much pleased about those s/m games that were not allowed at my age in my country. But I never felt like s/m and it didn’t hurt. I felt like an actor in a movie. And there was only one punishment: the blowjob which was the hardest as I had to act as if I was forced to do it! After a few weeks, I even asked him to help me peeing when I was handcuffed. This was hard too because my penis would go rapidly hard when he was touching it!

The reason why my Father was aware of these games is that I even offered him that I had my hands handcuffed to avoid touching my crouch during my sleep. He didn’t like the idea of me being restrained but advise me to rather use my own will which was far more difficult!

When I was with the Doctor, it was more like playing doctors and nurses (without nurses!). We would compare our penis and I would jerk off in front of him. It was little difficult as he was explaining scientifically what was happening! But sucking was much easier!

Every week, they came for dinner at our home. I was asked to show them how much I was taking care of my body on the weight machine. Somehow I had that idea to become like a Greek ephebe and be proud of my body. So I was always thrilled to do exercises in front of them. When I was finished, I was glad to leave my body to the hands of the Doctor and my Father, so they would decide easily about any changes of my program or of my diet. I was looking forward for that moment. With the help of the Lawyer they would touch, feel and palpate every part of my body as they especially like debating about the way I could have less fat. I was even eager to climb on the table and be on my fours so they could have a close look of my asshole. Because I was convinced it needed to always be in good shape to welcome my Father, I wanted them to take care of it.

And, afterward, as a reward, I was allowed to drink the three different “milks”. My jaws ached a little but it was great. Not only did I believe that a blowjob was an act of love, but I also believed that the sperm was in a way a sample of their love. That’s why I had sometimes tears in my eyes when I was finished because I was impressed by their kindness and their love.

Once, I think it was the third time, when I had finished, I was really moved and as I was going to back to my Father, I went down on my knees in front of him and told him I had a request. I said I really wanted to thank The Doctor and the Lawyer and showed how I felt about them. And I explained that the best way to do it, was to let them penetrate me. My Father first hesitated as I was not their son but then he accepted it. However, it could only be done when my Father was there.

I was very happy to have found a way to thank them and make them happy. It was different from my Father: I was in a way more controlling their penis and made them cummed faster than they thought. At the end, they both said they were surprised because my ass was so great to fuck. I was proud of me as they were hugging me. I knew my Saturdays would always be great!

As I accepted it, I was never able to choose my clothes or my shoes. My Father would buy them and would also decide every morning what I had to wear to go outside. What he bought me, were usual clothes for teenagers. I have to say that I didn’t like much the feeling of the clothes (or even watches) on my skin so I avoided going outside as much as possible and lost interest in clothes. I must say than I liked the hairstyle he had decided and the idea of partly shaving the hair of my body because I looked like an ephebe.

But the first summer after the adoption, he informed he had been transferred to another school not too far away but enough so that we had to move and I had to go to his new school. For the new house, he had asked an architect to design it. He didn’t tell me anything. It was a big surprise and he took me there blindfolded!

When I discovered it, it was like dream come true. It was a Roman house like I saw in a documentary on Pompeii but adapted to our time. The house was quite big and had almost no windows to the outside. All the rooms were leading to a corridor that was around a rectangle garden which had a fountain which big red fish, a swimming pool and a place to have parties. The garden could be partly covered and closed with a glass roof on cold and rainy days. The decoration was beautiful with copies of statues and two columns that seemed to come from a Roman temple except that they were much smaller. (My secret dream was to become like one of the statue that represented of course an ephebe!). My father told me also that, with this kind of house, I could always be naked, even in the garden or in the swimming pool. And I could sunbath easily after my swimming.

My Father reminded me also that rooms in Romans houses were dark as they had only small windows. So he decided that in many rooms, the wall between the room and the corridor would be glass-walled so the light could go through and it would save electricity. I saw this kind of walls in modern architecture magazines. It was good to be seen everywhere even in my bedroom or in the bathroom as we hardly had any guest except my Godfathers. So my Father could often have a look at me and know what I was doing so I always felt protected and loved. It was of course also easy for him to find me when he needed to feel the warmth of my rectum or of my mouth!

When the school year started in September, the relationships with my new classmates were not better. They usually hated the fact that I was the “strange son” of one off the most important teacher of that school even if I was not his student. They were perhaps jealous of my good grades. I probably didn’t do much effort to become their friend. I thought it was better not to talk about my health and the love for my Father. I looked maybe bizarre because I hated my clothes and it took time to be used to be called by my new names. So I ended by not talking at all. I felt again lonely and sad.

So I told my father that honestly I didn’t want to go back to school. As a Teacher who believes that schools are important, he was of course a little upset. But he understood as usual how I felt. So he offered me a deal: I would be allowed to take high school correspondence course if I could follow strictly the detailed time schedule he would fix me. A week later, I left school forever!

Every morning, he gave me my daily schedule with the time of my studies, my chores, my exercises, my breaks, my lunch and even the time when I could sunbath. The first months, the schedule was not too tight but it became busier when I got used to it. I even thought my breaks were boring when I was alone. The schoolwork was great because it was really adapted to my level avoiding what I already knew and focusing on what I didn’t understand.

At the end of the day, my Father would check to see if I hadn’t done anything wrong. That seldom happened because I was always looking forward for the reward he would give me in the evening! I liked to spend hours with him, sucking, being fucked or just been cuddled. I was less interested in watching TV. I preferred to try to make him happy as I felt that not many fathers would allow their children not to go to school.

As my Father didn’t want my mind to be distracted, my bedroom was a little empty with just a bed, a closet, a chair and my desk. But he said the right word for it was “Spartan”. I was of course very excited by that word as I had already learned about the sexual rites in the Spartan army.

One day, just one week before I got 18, my life changed again dramatically. I was riding my bicycle down the road to the supermarket when I suddenly bump into a man that I haven’t seen coming. He got really angry. I didn’t think I hurt him that hard but he said his foot was injured and called me with many names. I tried to apologize as much as I could but it seemed to be worst. He told me he was going to call the police. I was able to make him change his mind by giving my Father’s name and phone number.

And, when I got home, my Father was almost as angry as the man. The reason was that he knew him and was afraid he was going to lose a friend and being sued for the injured foot. I was so sorry. I told him to punish me as much as it needed.

So he brought me to my bedroom and told me to lie down on my stomach. Then, for the first time, he tied my hands and my feet to the frame of the bed. He left the room for a while. As I my arms and my legs ached a little, I tried to move but the only result was to make my penis hard as I was not used to lie on my stomach! He came back and started to spank me on my ass. It didn’t hurt that much but made my penis rubbed harder and harder against the sheet. After he had finished, he said he really didn’t like punishing me and was sad of doing it. So he untied me and started to massage my bottoms.

But when he saw that I had cummed he was red. He told me I betrayed him, I betrayed my Father. And suddenly he became silent. That way, he was even scarier! I wanted to explain and to apologize as much as I could but he just asked me to stay in my room and he went away. After an hour, he came back and told me what shocked me:

- “You betrayed me earlier and whatever you say I will always fear that you will do it again. But, well, next Saturday, you’ll be 18. You’ll be an adult. You won’t need legally a Father anymore. So you won’t have to do what a Father tells you to do anymore. That explains probably that in your mind you no longer want to obey me. It’s natural and makes sense legally. But I can’t stand having a non obedient son at home! I made it clearly from the very beginning!...So you’ll have to move away. You can’t live here anymore. I will help you finding a place to live. I will also help you whether you want to work or continue your studies. But I don’t want you to come back in my house except as a guest once in a while.”

I tried everything to make him change his mind; I tried to make him remember all the great times we had together. All the time I have tried to do what he was asking me to do. I cried even if I knew that acting like a baby wasn’t a good idea! I asked him if they were really no other way.

He said suddenly that he would think about it and asked me to stay in my room. It was time for dinner but I wasn’t hungry at all! After a while, he came back and he told me about a way we could live together. It remembered me the day when he offered me to become his son. Except this time, the mood was different and he wasn’t hugging me.

- “There is a way but it’s would be for you the hardest way. That’s why you must not give your answer right now. I’ll give two days to think about it…I want a boy that obeys me whatever I say like he was mine. If it’s not a child it can only be a slave. Yes, I thinking of asking you me to be my slave …Yes you’re right it was legally possible in the past but it’s not anymore…There is no way I can force you to be my slave. You have to accept it of your own free will. If you become my slave, your body and most of your mind will be mine. Your ass, your cock, your mouth, your hands will be mine. Moreover your time and your future will be mine. I think the biggest change would be your future. Slavery has to be for life. There should be no hope at all for freedom. I don’t want you to decide on a whim. I don’t know the details yet but the ceremony of enslavement has to be hard and probably painful. So think about it tonight. I’ll give you more details tomorrow and you’ll be able to ask me some questions. I should also have a draft of your contract.”

It was of course a big surprise. But it was even more surprising that a part of me was excited by the idea of becoming a slave. Well, I always like to be his obedient son and I always did it with pleasure. I was always happy to find ways to pleased him and not only sexually. By being his slave, I knew at least I would always be with him. And I was hoping that he would still treat me a little as if I was his son. After all these years of kindness, I couldn’t believe he would change to be a sadistic Master. Or was I too much optimistic?

The next morning, he came to my room with a breakfast and more details. I learned that if I accepted to become his slave, I would be owned by four persons. My Father would be the Master and there would three Co-masters who would also own me. I would be allow to call them just saying “Sir”. If my Master was to die, the eldest Co-master would become my new Master and another Co-master will be chosen. And this will continue until I die. Can you imagine it was even decided that I would be buried in my first Master’s grave? This was to show me how much my Father was serious about life slavery! I guess he really believed that I would still be his slave in our “next life”.

For the ceremony of enslavement, it was decided that I would receive a light collar and I would also be marked. My Father was thinking of the same kind of branding they did on cattle in the past but was not sure he would be able to do it. He said that the Lawyer was thinking of writing documents that I would sign admitting things bad enough like loads of debts so my Masters could use them against me to send me to jail if I was trying to escape!

What he said was a little scary, but his answers to my questions relieved me a little. Among the questions, I asked about the Co-masters. He said they would be my two Godfathers and another kind man, a vet that I would meet before the ceremony. I asked if I would have things that chains and handcuffs. He said that it would not be against my contract. He said if I obey, I shouldn’t need to be restrained but he and my others owners could change their mind in the future. He had the same kind of answer when I ask about being hurt. (“who knows in the future?”). The only big hurt in my near future should the branding.

I had even a question about the right or not of my Masters to kill me. He believed that a Master should have the right to kill a slave like any other animals in a farm. But he said it was impossible as it was illegal and not written in my contract. But, happily he said that all owners had the obligation not to harm me or leave me sick without medication. At least without the agreement of the other Masters!

I asked him about sex. He said I would be the sex-slave of my Masters but was not allowed to have sex with other people in the next future. To avoid jealousy and diseases, they would avoid as much as possible any contacts between me and strangers. He said that I would continue to exercise and do the chores in the house. But my main activity would be serving sexually my Masters.

All together it didn’t sound too bad. The ceremony of enslavement seemed to be the most worrisome. The rest looked to be bearable with probably no restrains, hard painful punishments or very hard work. I may not even have to do homework anymore! And I was used to have lot of sex with my Father and quiet a lot with my Godfathers. The two problems were the third Co-Master and my life after the dead of my Father. I was also sad not to be able to call him “Dad” anymore.

So the next day, as he asked for my final answer, I said “yes”. He hugged me for the first time since the “bicycle accident”. From that day until the next Saturday, I had to stay most of the time in my room to prepare myself mentally. I was given a detailed schedule of the ceremony to be learned. I was not asked to but I decided also to memorize my oath.

Of course, all these days waiting, there was kind of a battle in my head between the part of me who was excited about the idea of becoming a slave and the other part of me who thought I was insane! But if I was really insane, who would else then my Father and my Godfathers cure me? Nobody. Not even myself!

In the morning of the ceremony, I was able to meet the “fourth man” who came to my room. When I saw him, first I was shocked. It was that man than I injured with my bicycle. I wanted to run away! But right from the beginning, he apologized for his bad behavior. He explained that probably because of the shock of the accident, he was scarred of being injured. And that’s why he lost his mind although his foot had nothing at the end. He really begs me to forgive him.

Happily surprised, I forgave and allowed him to sit beside me. He kindly talked to me about his job as a vet. As I like very much biology and animals, I was able to ask him a lot of questions. I even asked about the health of the red fish that lived in the fountain in our garden.

He didn’t know much about fish but said he was impressed by my body. To thank him for his kind words, I let him touch me. While he was exploring me, we had that weird but interesting conversation: he was examining my body and explaining the physical differences between me and the animals of the experimental farm where he was working. He said that I looked more like a pony or a piglet!

While he was kindly touching my penis, he let me show his own penis. Without saying anything, I want down on my knees and started sucking it. While I was doing it he told me how he was impressed by my willingness and my courage to become a slave. He even gave me some advices while stroking my hair. For instance, for the scaring branding, he told me to try to pee and shit before the ceremony so it would not go out at the wrong time. He said that I should try not to move when it happens. Moreover, they would give me something like a bit-gag so I could focus on it rather than on the pain. With a Doctor and a Vet in the same room I shouldn’t worry that much. And when it’s finished, I would receive all painkiller I need.

He said that I deserved to have good Masters and he will do his best to be one. To thank him for his kind words and for his milk, I told him that I was relieved to become the slave of a so great Master and really want to make him happy. And I hugged him for a long time. As I felt his penis was hard again, I asked him if it was ok if he could fuck me so he could somehow be equal to my other godfathers. He thought it was a good way to know better each other so he agreed right away. When I had finished, he said it remembered him calves which was bizarre but made sense as I had drunk his “milk”!

So, in the evening, as I was instructed, I cleaned my body including having a good enema. I was a little frightened when I walked to the place of the ceremony which is where we usually have parties. But I was helped by the smiles of my Co-masters. My Master was not smiling. I guessed he was tense as I was. Strangely enough, I wanted to comfort him!

I had first to swear my oath in front of the camera and I was pleased to surprise them by saying it without reading and with no hesitations. Then, I had to sign many documents that I did rapidly without reading them. It was my way to show them my full agreement without any objections. I was relieved because the battle that last in my mind for a few days was over now. There was no point of return especially when I went on my knees to receive the collar. That collar was not as scary as I anticipated it. It was not that big or heavy at all. But it seemed very solid with no hope to break it or open it without a special tool. It was a little disturbing when the vet predicted t would not rust and I would probably still wear it in the grave after I die!

For the next step, I had to go to a special bed and prepare myself for my owners to claim their ownership on me by fucking me. As I’ve done so many times, I thought it was going to be no problem. But surprisingly, this was harder than the collar and even than the coming branding! With my Father, I always felt some warmth and love. But this time, it was cold, mechanical, without any emotions. Moreover, I felt that their pumping and their cummings were like individual brandings on every parts of my body. There was no shield anymore. This time was more like reprogramming my body and my mind so I would feel as a slave. It was kind of scary in a way. Even if I could break my collar, even if I could destroy the documents I signed, even if I could run away, I was sure I would still feel for ever, inside my body, deep in my flesh that I am a slave, their slave! Nothing I could think or I could feel didn’t seem to matter to them anymore. I was not a slave because I had decided it. I could only feel as a slave in my mind because my body had became physically the body of a slave. It was not a problem anymore of being or not being a slave. It was a problem of accepting the reality or not.

But when it was finished, they congratulated me by shaking my hands and hugging me. So I was a little relieved. I was not the slave of just any masters but of Masters that I knew very well, who still loved me and wanted to take care of me.

The next step was also enjoyable, almost like a game. I had to show that I wasn’t the slave of one person but of four persons. So the idea was that I had to excite their dicks at the same time. So I laid on my back, my Father came to fuck my ass, the Doctor tried to put his penis in my mouth and I was going to jerks off of the two others… It didn’t work as much as it was planned because they didn’t cum at the same time. But it was enjoyable as they were all smiling and didn’t care if I wasn’t very good at. Especially sucking “upside down” was new for me!

The last step was of course very difficult because it was the branding. To show my full willingness, I had to go to the two Roman columns, stand between them and tie my feet to some restraint chains that were waiting for me. My Master came to tie my hands. I was a little shivering but they all came to fondle me and say kind words. They were very impressed because my body tied to those white columns seemed to match so perfectly with the swimming pool behind me, the lights of the garden and the moonlight. I was proud of my body as it was compared to a Greek statue. I was even getting hard! But suddenly, I smelled the iron heating and I shivered again thinking of what was going to happen. It scared me also because I couldn’t see them, just hearing frightening noises behind me. But my Master came to see and while he was fondling me he said he was very proud of me. He wanted to excuse himself for doubting of me, for saying that I betrayed me. Being here tonight meant that I loved him very much. He said he really loved me as his slave. So, in order to show him my feelings, I decided myself I could bare the pain. And before they put me the bit-gag, I told him, I told them something that was not planned:

- “Please Masters, please brand me. So I can be your slave forever and I can serve you. By willing that branding, I want to show that I’m giving you my body and my mind as a present for your love. I want to be branded so I can remember when I will feel it that I have the best Masters ever. I want you to brand me so you could remember when you see the mark that I am always ready to make you happy. If you’re happy, I’ll be happy. Please brand me because I want to be the happiest boy in the world!”

Actually it was really painful and I fainted. I woke up lying on the bed on my stomach with good bandage on my not much hurting scar. I felt sleepy because I was tired and I had received strong painkiller. I heard they thought I was sleeping. But I wasn’t. I did hear when the Doctor and the Lawyer left the house, and I did hear when my Father and the Vet had the most chocking conversation I’ve ever heard. It’s started with the Vet who said:

- “I have to congratulate because your slave boy is so obedient, so submissive. He seemed to really enjoy it, offering him as a slave. I never saw that.”

- “Yes, I don’t need any chains. I know he’ll never go away and never disobey.”

- “But why? You told me he accepted to be your slave just a few days ago. That’s a miracle.”

- “No, because I actually started his training a long time ago, four years ago. You don’t know that story. Our doctor and our lawyer had a big part in it. I call it the story of the spider’s boy…You know that I always wanted a real slave boy, not one willing from the beginning but one I could manipulate. So I had to look for the perfect candidate which was easy as I am a Teacher. Steve was one of my student and a perfect prey with very good potential: shy, no friends, bad results at school but a cute body that I saw once he had to go the nursery room. So I started a small inquiry and learned he had no father or brothers, just a single working mother who was not going to live that long. Even better! By offering private lessons for free, I knew that the mother could not refuse that her son start spending time to my house. When I was alone with him, I was able to continue my inquiry by asking him lot of questions and finding his weak points. The main was the longing for a father in his life…Then, I start the first part of the training. He was first used to do a lot of things with me, first with clothes and then with only his trunks. I got him used to be near me, then next to me and then in front of my video camera. I got him used progressively to my touch starting with taps on the back and ending by hugging him. I even helped taking off his clothes…Thanks to the Doctor, he learned to be used to be naked, been palpated and photographed. I even let him sit down naked on my laps so he could be used to feel my whole body. It was actually always very difficult for me to hide my hard-on! Especially when he asked me to help him putting his suppositories! I really wanted to put something else!”

- “Then you adopted him, right?”

- “More than adopted him, I bought him as my slave!”

- “You bought him? But from who?”

- “From his mother and to his uncle. For the mother, it was easy to make her write a letter recommending me as his new parent. She was even weaker than her son! And thanks to our Lawyer, I convinced the uncle to let me adopted Steve in exchange of the house. It was easy as I made Steve signed documents he didn’t read. So, in a way, he bought himself his ticket to slavery.”

- “He was your son not a slave.”

- “Do you think so? Listen. I made him give up all his belongings and his family. Thanks to the Doctor, I was able to build Steve’s body as I liked because I managed to control his diet and the amount of his exercises. I was even able to have his penis cut the way I like. I was able to decide his hair style, his shaving, the color of his skin with the tanning and the clothes he was wearing. And I managed to convince him to always be naked inside…By making him change of school, I had him at home so I could decide his daily life and he could avoid bad influence from outside. The only other influence he had was from his Godfathers who were always eager to find ways so he could be more submissive…And the best achievement is that I managed to make him my sex-toy so I could use his mouth and ass whenever I wanted it. And I even let him to my Godfathers to thank them for their help. There is probably an even better achievement. I made him write down all his thoughts about his life so it was very easy to understand his mind and adapt the brainwash.”

- “That’s true; you really made him your slave. But why do you call it the spider’s boy?”

- “You know I studied spiders at the University? And all those years that’s what I was: a spider. I first built my net to catch a prey and when I got it, more he tried to move more he was stuck in my web. He thought he was always free to choose but he never was. I was able to brainwash him enough so he had no choice than to become my slave. And I thank you for your acting the other day. He really believed you were angry! You should be an actor!”

- “Thank you. It’s always good to help a friend especially if he promises me that I will be able to play with a so submissive slave that is so great to fuck. There should a law to force boys with great ass to be fucked. No way had Nature made those great just for shitting. But have you finished his training yet?”

- “Not yet. For instance tonight, I need to teach him a very important new lesson, one of the most important actually.”

At the end of that terrible conversation, I heard the Vet leaving and my Father/Master going to the bathroom and the kitchen. Left alone, I was shocked, I was distressed. My Father and my Godfathers had betrayed me completely, all the time and from the beginning. They took advantage or my weakness and the lost of my family so that they could make of me what they wanted. I couldn’t believe it. I thought it was like a dream, a nightmare but more and more as I was thinking about it and more I understood that it made perfectly sense. I was really angry at him, at them. He had given me a real brainwash; he had manipulated me like his puppet. He made me his sex-toy. They took advantage of their jobs to cheat me. They stole my house! They stole my life! They manipulated my mother too. I wanted to run, to go far away or at least to the police station!

But I didn’t. Why? As he was busy in the kitchen and in the bathroom, it could have been possible to go away, steal his money and his clothes, and go the police or anywhere else. I was almost sure that the documents I signed couldn’t be used against me. I was not tied or chained! The door was not locked!

Why did I stay? I felt I couldn’t walk. It was not, or not only the painkillers. I felt very weak. So I was angry at me. Outside was cold, outside was sad, outside was empty. I couldn’t make my mind imagine another life! I wasn’t angry at my Father or Godfathers anymore; it was at me, my weakness, my naiveté, my stupidity. And I cried.

I heard my Father/Master coming beside me and he probably noticed I was crying. He asked me if I had heard his conversation with the Vet. As I nodded, he took me in his strong arms even though I was heavy. And I knew it. I knew he was going to cuddle me as he usually do, I knew he was going to convince me with his sweet words, I knew I was going to be manipulated and be convinced to forgive.

But I didn’t care. I was so good to be in his arms. It remembered that time when I was sick. And he did two things he had never done. For the first time, he brought me to his bedroom so I could lie on his big bed. And also for the first time, he took off all his clothes. He seemed stronger as ever. Avoiding my scar, he enveloped me in his big body and it seemed that I could feel all his muscles pressing firmly against me. I was melting. His penis seemed to be bigger as ever. It was like his penis was proudly claiming the legitimate ownership of ass. But I knew also by penetrating me, he would win, I would be his slave for ever whatever happens. It was more effective than any speech…So it was my last chance to say “no”.

But I couldn’t say “no”. Without his clothes, his body was warmer than ever, his muscles seemed stronger than ever. As his penis was coming closer, all the reasons to say “no” disappeared one after the other. It’s like he had found the way to erase the memory of the shocking conversation.

With no reasons to say “no” and, accepting my defeat, I decided to take the big jump by impaling myself. And it felt as good as anticipated. I remembered that I felt like my pulse was calming down. As he left his victorious dick inside me, he started his speech:

- “Yes, I did you a brainwash. But how was your brain before you meet me? Yes, the Lawyer and I lied to you about the way you were adopted and how you lost your mother’s house but what would have you done without us against your uncle and his lawyer. You would have lived with him and he would have probably found a way to steal your house anyway.

Yes, the Doctor lied to you about the seriousness of your problem. But look what you have become, a little more hairy, more muscles and never been sick all those years. Don’t you think he was right to prescribe healthier food after all the junk food you were eating because your mother didn’t have time to fix your dinners? Don’t you think he was right to prescribe you exercises? I’m sure you’re feeling much better in your body than before I meet you. Don’t forget that with me, you stayed away from cigarettes, drugs, alcohol and diseases. And you saw a doctor every week! You can be sure that you will live longer, not only much longer than if you hadn’t meet me but also much longer than your former classmates.

Yes, I made you stop going to high school so you could study at home. But did you miss your classmates and all of your teachers? Could you compare your grades now and those you had before? It would be as chalk and cheese!

Did you realize that, except for last week, you never had any corporal punishment not even a slap on the face or a spank?

Yes, I made you my slave-boy but with no punishment and no special hard work. Like any children you had to help me with the chores but that’s all there were. The only hard thing was maybe the exercises. But as I wanted you to keep your boyish look, you didn’t have to do that much.

Yes, I made you my sex-slave but didn’t you like it? If you could leave me, would you be able to have sex with a girl? Wouldn’t you be eager to meet other men? And many of them wouldn’t care if they hurt you hard or if you catch their diseases.

Yes you can call me a liar a traitor a manipulator. But I did take care of you because I did love you. I never had sex with anybody else and you were in my mind 24 hours a day.

And well, it’s also true that last week I manipulated you so you would sign your contract of slavery today.

So I’ll grant you a favor. I’ll give your another chance to leave me if you want it. If you want to leave, I will help you breaking your collar and burning the documents you have signed. I will give you clothes and money and help you to erase as much as possible your branding. Let say, yes, I cheated about your mother’s house. Give me some time and I’ll give you the money you should had received from the inheritance. With that money, your good health and your good results at school, you should be able to make your life.

But if you leave you can’t come back. That is the condition. So…”

- “I think Sir that you already know the answer.”

- “Yes I do, Steve.”

- “I love you Sir. It maybe strange but I want to thank you for all the things you did to me whatever they were because without them I would not have become as happy as I am right now. If you hadn’t me forced in a way to be your slave I would not have been able to discover by myself, with all my background and my shyness, how much I like to be one.”

- ”You’re welcome! I thank you too for those words. There are no masters without slaves like there are no teachers without students.”

- “I really want to find a way to thank you and your friends so you can be as happy as I am.”

- “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received.”

- “It that the lesson you were talking earlier?”

- “Yes, to still accept to be my slave even though you know now the truth. As you have accepted it, I really want to thank you for your present. You gave me your body and your mind for ever. You are the best present I have ever received. I’m so happy because I’ll be able to use your body the way I want because it’s mine. Your ass is mine, your penis is mine, your hands are mine, and your mouth is mine."

- “I really want to make you happy Sir.”

- “I know it’s your deepest desire. To thank you for your present, I want it also to be your only purpose in your new life: make us happy. To help you, I want to relieve you of the use of your brain because it will be my job now. You don’t have to worry about anything. You don’t have to worry about studying, working or even about belongings as you don’t need them anymore. You may even have fewer chores. You don’t have to worry about thinking as a human being anymore. Your new life will be very easy because you just have to think as a tool to obey us and make us happy. So from now on, could you start thinking as a tool to make us happy?”

- “Well…I’ll do my best Sir. But Sir, you were talking earlier about the spider on its web. The big difference is that you are not going to eat me like if I was an insect, at least no physically.”

- “Well almost. Actually I’m hoping to eat your testicles.”

Again he took me in his arms. And I knew that was his trick. I always thought that being in his arms got me stronger but actually it gets me weaker and more easily to be convinced! And this time was no different. I was caught in his web … and I guess I was happy!

- “Listen, boy you told me that you wanted to really thank me and my friends. You’ve already give your body officially this evening when you signed the contract. But even if you’re my slave I’m not legally allow to ask you to have your balls cut. You have to give them to us.”

- “But, Sir, why my balls?”

- “They’re many reasons. Because I believe they’re the best part or your body, because you don’t really need them as you’re not going to be a father and you only like receiving dicks. Because I want you as my slave-boy and you know that boys, kids, have no use of their balls. And because, by sacrificing them, we will understand how much you want to thank you and how much you love us…You will still feel some pleasure but you won’t be able to have children anymore.”

- “But why do you want to eat them?”

- “After all those years of receiving and eating the product of our testicles, I like the idea that your masters will be able to do the same with yours.”

- "I’m scary, Sir, but I’d like to do it.”

- “As you’ll be again a boy, you’re allowed to call me Father or Dad again.”

- “Oh yes please Dad.”

But from that first day, from that hour my new life started.

First, I am almost never left alone anymore; I am always with one of my Masters. They take turn to take me. I m not sure how they managed the details but I know my Father decided to work only three days a week. Whatever, I am always with one of my Master: in the living room, in the bedroom but also in the kitchen or in the bathroom. At the beginning, it was a little annoying, for instance, to have to wake up in the middle of the night because I had to go with my Master to the bathroom as he needed to pee but I didn’t. But I always try to pee too as I am not allow to go to the bathroom by myself. Luckily, there are older than me and need to pee more than I do!

I have no room anymore. All the furniture, the clothes even my computer are gone. The only time I am almost alone is when they put me in the trunk of their car as they have to drive me naked from one house to the other.

Second, all my needs are controlled: my need to eat, to drink, to pee, to shit, to scratch myself, to sleep, to cum…There are never any orders. For instance, I wasn’t forbidden to touch my penis, it’s just that it seems there is always at least one of their hands playing with it. And I’m always happy to anticipate what they want me to do. I am happy like a kid following his father...

Except for the chores and the exercises, I almost don’t use my hands as they are even feeding me, washing my body, brushing my teeth, shaving me or combing my hair. I feel sometimes I am their master! They even hold my penis when I am peeing, and hold my body when I have to shit. And they clean my asshole when it’s finished. I feel like a baby! Or sometimes like a teddy-bear!

I also have to adapt myself to four different masters and four different life styles.

With the Doctor, it’s the usual check-up games with now new experiences using my anus and my rectum. I don’t know much the details but he likes to play with my body when I’m sleeping. He told me he knows exactly the time when I’m sleeping deeply enough so he can fuck without waking me up.

With the Lawyer, we continue the same light bondage games we used to do. If it doesn’t hurt too much I am ready to go further. When I was branded, I didn’t like the hurt itself but I really liked the feeling of having my body restrained and admired attached to the columns.

The weirdest Master is the Vet. He likes to bring me in the evening to the farm where he works. He liked to see me naked touching animals. I don’t think if he would go that far, but I heard that my other Masters are against having my ass damaged by animals of the farm. So we are just touching young animals especially males of course.

One other thing amazing with him is that he seemed to always be hard. It’s not that he cummed more often than my other Masters; it’s that his penis is almost always erected and always looking to penetrate me. It was a little annoying at the beginning but I got used to it. I even find easier to show him I want him inside my asshole so I can at least avoid it inside my mouth which is painful as it has to be done for a so long time.

I guess he was the most excited about the idea of my gelding. He took a long time to explain everything about the subject. At the farm, he wanted me to touch the testicles of young animals. He wanted to do the surgery but The Doctor said that it had to be done by a professional. I was relieved to learn that my Father and the Lawyer agreed which made me think that been a slave of different masters could be good thing: the excess of one Master can be temperate by the others.

But I was interested by the idea and the effect of taming animals and thought that the same change could be good for me. I would even be more obedient and think more as a tool. Of course, I was trying all the time to obey as much as I could but there were still times when I was not happy or wanted to try to avoid things like been awaken in the middle of the night or receiving enemas too often. These times of dissatisfaction were hard to control as there more natural, I mean, more innate. And I thought that loosing balls would make things easier for me and my Masters.

Well, the surgery was done by a professional but we had to travel to a foreign country for legal and money matters. I’m not going to tell you the details of the surgery as most of you or your relatives have probably already gone through. I was however completely anesthetized and didn’t want to learn about the bloody details. But, when I saw them in a kind of an ice box, I couldn’t believe they were mine or came from my body. They had to be frozen so they could serve when I had completely recovered.

Actually, I was proud to show my crouch even there were still bandage. It was better than the circumcision. It was even better than the branding mark because I could see it easily. I didn’t feel at all I had something less. I felt I had something more than most of the people. I had dared to do it and dared to show my Masters how submit I was. That’s what I told them during the dinner. More than a dinner, it was more like a birthday party and my balls were my present. For the cooking, it was done simply without adding anything as they wanted them “natural”. And they all had different way to enjoy it.

The Doctor wanted to kiss me while he was eating so I could touch a part of my ball with my tongue in his mouth. Next was the Lawyer who wanted me to suck his penis and enjoy his sperm as he was eating half of my ball. (I’m using “my” a lot but I’m not sure it is appropriate as, like my body, it didn’t belong to me anymore!). The Vet fucked me and cummed rapidly as he was chewing it. And last was my Father. He just wanted to hug me and it was me who had to use the fork to put a part of me in his mouth.

After that “dinner”, they were excited to fuck me as much as they wanted as they couldn’t do it for a while when I was recovering from the surgery. I’m pretty sure that they all beat their record of cumming during that long evening. I was very tired and my asshole really ached but I was proud because I believed that it was my balls that had that effect on them.

When they really felt they were “empty”, my Father cleaned me, put some cream to relieved my asshole and he brought me to his bedroom so I could rest alone for a few hours. I felt rapidly asleep but suddenly my crouch started to ache and I woke up. I was wondering if there wasn’t anything wrong. So I was thinking of asking the Doctor to have a look at it if he was still there. It ended to be nothing but before going out of my room, I was able to hear without being seeing another shocking conversation about me. They were chatting and were saying how they were surprised of the delicious taste of my balls.

The Vet said: “I’m probably going to say something stupid but it would be a shame not to be able to find if the other parts of his body are as good as his balls. It would really be perfect for your idea of doing everything like a spider…I mean not right now as he is so good to fuck but…”

And my Father said: “Actually, I’ve dreamed about it ….but I could never do it.”