Chapter 1

Ian opened his eyes as the timed lock on his cage clicked and the door slowly swung open. He rolled on to his back and stretched his legs and arms. Sleeping in his cage was never a real punishment. Mickey's tastes were too expensive and high class for that. The cage was made of the finest sterling silver and the mattress was more comfortable than most beds. The real punishment was being away from Mickey. Ian hated sleeping away from the warmth of his master's body and the soothing sound of his breathing. He was glad his punishment was only for one night. He would definitely be more careful when dancing around the house.

He crawled out and walked to the bathroom. Every morning he had 20 minutes before he had to take his place on his knees by Mickey's bedside. He kept an eye on the clock as he used the toilet, showered, brushed his teeth and mentally ran through his schedule for the day. At exactly 6:58 am he kneeled on the floor and waited. This was his favorite time of day. He loved Mickey's restful and peaceful expression. It was one of the rare times Mickey looked fully relaxed and beautifully serene. Especially these days.

At 7:00 am the alarm clock rang loudly. Mickey groaned and reached out blindly to smack the off button. He rolled over and reached out, his hands seeking Ian's body to pull towards him. Feeling no one he opened his eyes. It took him a moment to remember that it was Friday not Saturday, so Ian would be on his knees, plus he had made Ian sleep in the cage last night. He sighed. Who was really punishing who?

He rolled over and smiled at the sight of Ian kneeling on the floor, his hands folded in front of him, eyes downcast as he waited to be acknowledged.

"Good morning, Ian."

"Good morning, sir." Ian's eyes met Mickey's, a shy smile spreading across his face. Mickey reached over and tangled his fingers in Ian's still damp curls. Ian closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

Ian didn't move as Mickey stood up, stretched and walked to the bathroom. He returned a moment later. Ian licked his lips in anticipation.

Mickey smiled down at him as he held his thick cock in his hand and pressed it to Ian's lips. Ian moaned as he opened his mouth to accept and suck. Mickey's morning blowjob.

Mickey closed his eyes and threw his head back as he gripped Ian's hair. Ian's warm mouth sucked him perfectly. Down and up five times, three swirls of the tongue, slightly pull off, tease the head, repeat. Mickey pulled Ian's hair tighter as he felt himself getting closer. Ian recognized the signs and prepared himself. He knew every sign, every cue, every reaction of his master. He knew Mickey's body better than Mickey, and better than his own.

Mickey came with a long, drawn out groan. Ian swallowed and kept still, holding the soft, sensitive cock in his mouth. He would never dream of releasing it on his own.

Mickey pulled out and fell back on to the bed, eyes closed, breathing slightly rapid, but slowing. Such a wonderful way to start the day. He lay there for a few minutes before speaking.

"Toast, fruit and yogurt. You will wait for me."

"Yes sir."

Ian rose from the floor. Mickey pushed himself up on to his elbows and ran his eyes up and down Ian's naked body. He's sure Ian was hard during the blowjob, but not anymore. He knew the rules.

"Put on your boxers."

"Yes sir."

Ian walked over to the dresser, slid on a pair of boxers and went to the kitchen. Mickey showered and stood in front of his closet trying to remember what scene they were going to rehearse today. They weren't doing dress rehearsals yet, but Mickey liked to choose his outfit based upon what he imagined his character, Jonathan Jollaway, would wear. In the end he settled for a white shirt, gray vest and black jeans. Simple was best since it was probably going to be a long day. He picked out Ian's clothes and laid them on the bed.

He arrived in the kitchen to find Ian sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling in his writing book. It was the one thing Ian was allowed to do anytime he wanted. Mickey understood how quickly a lyric could pop into the mind and then disappear in an instant. He wanted Ian to always capture his thoughts.

Ian stopped writing when Mickey walked in.

"Finish your thoughts, Ian."

Ian smiled and returned to scribbling. Mickey poured the coffee, prepared it to their individual tastes, and sat down at the table. He took a bite of toast and watched as Ian continued writing, his eyes scrunched up, forehead wrinkled in deep concentration. Mickey couldn't help but smile and feel grateful that Ian belonged to him. He hated to think of Ian belonging to someone who refused to encourage his writing.

Lyrics captured, Ian closed his book and began eating.

"What scene are you rehearsing today?"

Mickey groaned. "The argument. Brad seems to think that arguing means screaming, not using voice inflection, or I don't know...acting to get the point across."

Ian laughed. Mickey shook his head. "You think I'm kidding, but I'm serious. The man cannot act. I will never understand why Kevin cast him. If I didn't believe so strongly in the show I would totally quit."

Ian smiled. Mickey would never quit a show. He'd worked too hard to reach this point. This was his second Broadway show and it was destined to put Mickey in the running for a Tony nomination.

"Will you be at the studio all day?"

Ian nodded. "I need to finish that song for Rachel."

"Okay. I will pick you up at 4:00 pm because Chandler and Seth are coming over tonight."

Ian grinned. "Is Seth bringing his guitar?"

"I'll ask Chandler if he can."

"Awesome!"

Mickey laughed at Ian's boyish exuberance. He really was a big kid at times.

"Go get dressed."

"Yes sir."

Mickey cleared the table and checked his bag to make sure he had all the script changes he'd reviewed last night. He walked into the bedroom where Ian was waiting, dressed but with his boxers and jeans down around his ankles. Mickey walked over to the dresser and took out the custom-made, hand-crafted, stainless steel cock chastity cage. He carefully placed Ian's cock inside and locked the small padlock. He placed the key on his dresser. He had a second key on his keyring. Ian pulled up his boxers and jeans. Mickey patted his crotch lovingly. Ian closed his eyes and willed away the erection he couldn't have anyway.

"Ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you have enough money for lunch?"

Ian nodded

"Okay. Let's go."

They walked outside just as Troy was pulling up in the Lincoln Town car. Ian's stop was first. When they pulled up in front of the building, Mickey reached over and ran his finger lightly along the beautiful collar he'd designed for Ian.

"Have a creatively productive day."

"Try not to be too hard on Brad. It's not his fault he's not as talented as you."

Mickey grinned. "And for that lovely comment you may have pizza tonight. I'll even let you and Seth order."

Ian's boyish grin returned. "Thank you, sir."

Mickey leaned over and kissed him softly. "Have a good day."

He watched Ian enter the building. As the car pulled away from the curb, he felt grateful for a second time that morning that Ian belonged to him.


Mickey Milkovich first laid eyes on Ian Gallagher during a visit to Dalton Academy. While being gay wasn't the huge issue it used to be within society, there were still those who took issue with it. Unfortunately for Mickey, they all seemed to attend McKinley. He'd grown sick of the bullying and harassment he experienced on a daily basis. He wanted to spend his last two years of school in peace.

As he and his father toured the school, the bell rang for the class change and they found themselves being swept into a meeting hall for an impromptu performance by the Warblers. The admissions director looked noticeably nervous about a potential parent seeing this slightly rowdy display, but Frank was amused and Mickey was mesmerized and shocked that a glee club was actually popular at an all boys school. As he watched the performance he couldn't take his eyes off the handsome lead singer. Mickey felt something stir deep inside, but he quickly squashed it. This boy was the lead singer which meant he was mostly likely a master. Masters were not allowed to claim other masters. Plus Mickey had no idea if the boy was gay or not.

At the end of the performance, as the boy laughed and congratulated his fellow Warblers on a job well done, Mickey was surprised to catch a glimpse of the thick, black ink stain around his left wrist. The boy was a slave. Frank noticed it too and looked at the admissions director in surprise.

"Dalton prides itself on allowing slaves to participate and sometimes lead certain activities. For many slave students, this will be their last and only time to do these types of things."

Frank nodded his agreement and approval. It was true. While some slaves were claimed by masters who encouraged them to pursue careers, many were not. Most slaves remained happily at home under the care and servitude of their master.

On his very first day at Dalton Mickey sought out Wes, head of the Warblers council. Once they were done discussing Mickey auditioning for the Warblers, he asked about their lead singer, Ian Gallagher. Was he gay? Was he seeing anyone?

Wes was hesitant. As a master and good friend, he was protective of Ian. Extremely protective. Ian's submissiveness ran stronger and deeper than most slaves due to his inherent nature and years of emotional neglect and abuse by his master mother. While most slaves only feared displeasing their masters, Ian lived with the fear of displeasing any master. He struggled to resist submitting to every master who gave him a command, making him an easy target for those with a mean streak. Thanks to Dalton's anti-bullying policy he was relatively safe at Dalton, but Wes worried about who would eventually stake a claim for Ian.

The one thing slaves wanted more than anything was to be claimed. To be claimed and dominated by a master was a slave's greatest desire, but the trick was being claimed by the right master. Parents of slaves tried to manage the process, but it wasn't easy. In a best case scenario, a slave and master would meet, date, fall in love and the master would stake a claim for the slave with the parent's permission. Sometimes slaves agreed to be claimed by masters their parents didn't like. In these cases, the parents were helpless to stop the claim from taking place. In a worse case scenario, a master would stake a claim against both the slave and parent's wishes. Rare, but not unheard of.

Once a master claimed a slave, the slave was captured unless the master decided to release them. The only recourse was the Eight Year Rescind Rule. If a slave was unhappy or the slave's parents wanted their child released, they had eight years from the initial date of the claim to request nullification by the Masters Ministry. After eight years the claim could only be broken by the master.

After a few Warbler practices and eating lunch together for a few weeks, Wes decided he liked Mickey. He seemed genuine and kind, yet with a strong, dominate nature. The perfect combination for Ian. He'd also observed Ian sneaking glances at Mickey. When he asked him if he was interested, Ian smiled shyly and nodded.

One Thursday after practice, Wes held the two boys back and made a formal introduction. They already knew each other from practice, but Wes carried on as if they were meeting for the first time.

"Dom Master Mickey Milkovich, allow me to present sub slave Ian Gallagher. Unclaimed."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Wes? It's been a month. We know each others name." Ian giggled quietly, eyes on the floor.

Mickey was intrigued by the intense submissiveness of Ian. It was such a contrast to the confident, beautiful boy he'd seen perform. He was also bewildered by the feelings Ian stirred inside him. He'd never felt such a strong pull towards someone before. He'd had inappropriate crushes on slaves who were straight, or masters who were gay, but never the deep, aching desire he felt for Ian. With Ian he felt the first longings for ownership and the need to dominate.

Ian felt just as overwhelmed by the feelings Mickey created. He'd spent most of his life trying not to get swallowed alive by the submissiveness that lived inside him. He considered being gay a blessing because it ruled out almost 80% of the masters who roamed the halls of Dalton. The masters who were gay and didn't already have their eye on someone were always approaching Ian, attracted to his sexy good looks and deep submissiveness. If Ian made it clear he wasn't interested, Wes and the rest of the Warblers made sure they kept their distance.

But Ian liked Mickey. Something about Mickey's eyes and gentle, yet firm voice told Ian he could trust him. That Mickey wouldn't abuse him or take advantage of him. At the same time, Ian was turned on by Mickey's masterful presence. Mickey was strong and demanding, but his dominance rippled through Ian versus falling on top of him and crushing him. Something about Mickey's tone ignited Ian's slave nature. He didn't obey Mickey because he had to. He wanted to. His entire body buzzed with the desire to serve and be dominated by Mickey. It took every ounce of his willpower not to throw himself at Mickey's feet every time he entered the room.

They moved slowly spending most of their junior year becoming friends. At first it was hard for Mickey to draw anything out of Ian regarding his tastes or interests because he was so wired to want whatever Mickey wanted. But eventually he managed to learn that Ian's favorite cereal was Apple Jacks. He loved Star Wars and the Matrix movies, but also Broadway. And of course, music.

Music was Ian's passion. His first love. His safe place. As a child he would sing himself to sleep every night. When his mother would scream and berate him in disgust at his submissive slave nature, he would retreat into the safety of the songs in his head; eyes squeezed shut, singing silently to himself to drown out her voice. It was why he could stand up in front of an audience and sing his heart out. Music made him feel confident and strong and safe.

Once Mickey realized just how much Ian loved music, he sought ways to indulge him. They attended concerts, operas and the symphony. When Ian admitted his hope to one day write songs for Broadway musicals, Mickey bought him a writing book and encouraged him to put his thoughts and lyrics on paper.

By their senior year it was pretty clear to everyone that Mickey would stake a claim for Ian the moment Ian turned 18. They were in love. A strong, deep love made richer by the way they perfectly complemented each other. Ian's deep submissiveness was perfect for Mickey's strong, demanding nature. Mickey needed someone who would give themselves over completely, and Ian needed someone who would completely dominate him.

Their love and affection was obvious despite the strict state rules governing master-slave interaction prior to claiming. Hand holding was allowed along with rubbing the middle of the back and five second hugs. Mickey was allowed to wrap one arm around Ian's waist and Ian was allowed to lay his head on Mickey's shoulder. Anything additional was considered a violation, but that didn't keep Ian from sitting so close to Mickey that he may as well have been in his lap. His body was always curled into Mickey's, his eyes full of love and the desire to give himself to Mickey completely, totally...

Sexually.

But there were rules about that too.

It was illegal for masters and slaves under the age of 18 to have sex.

Even after reaching the age of 18, masters were strongly encouraged to wait until they had either staked a claim, or were 100% sure they were going to stake a claim. To have sex with a slave and then not claim them was considered mental abuse. Sex is a connector between a master and slave. It deepens the slave's submissiveness and desire to serve the master and creates a bond between the two. When the master simply walks away after creating this bond, the slave is left feeling lost and confused, desperate for the safety and comfort of a master. This led some slaves to fall prey to the worst types of masters. Masters who captured lost slaves and abused them or pimped them out to other masters for sex.

Frank could see the deep longing for capture in the way Ian stared at Mickey. He could also sense Mickey's strong feelings of possessiveness and ownership. He constantly reminded Mickey of the rules, much to Mickey's annoyance.

"Dad, please stop. I know the rules."

"I know you know the rules, Mickey. Doesn't mean you want to follow them."

"Of course I don't want to follow them, but I will." And jerk myself raw.

"I hear ya, kiddo. But why don't we go over chapter 8 in the state rule book just one more time?"

Frank had good reason to be concerned. Masters hit their full sex drive at age 18. Mickey was four months away from his 18th birthday. He would be teeming with hot sexual energy and desperate for relief, but he was 3 months older than Ian. He would have to wait until Ian turned 18 and could be claimed.

There was something else besides Mickey's self-control that worried Frank Milkovich.

Why hadn't he heard from the Gallaghers?

When a master and slave have been dating and a claim is imminent, the slave's parents usually ask for a meeting with the master's parents. Usually there are several meetings over lunch, dinner and the holidays as a way for the slave's parents to make sure the claim is the right one for their child and one their child truly wants.

"I don't get it. With as deeply submissive as he is, I would think they would want to put you, me, Carol, Finn and even Rachel under a microscope to make sure we're not abusive."

Mickey frowned and felt the familiar pang of anger and hurt that always accompanied thoughts of Monica Gallagher's treatment of Ian.

"Ian's parents don't care about him, Dad. They really don't."

"I'm sure that's not true. Yes, some parents are disappointed when they have a slave versus a master, but it's just like having a boy or girl. You can't control it. You just love them when they get here."

"Trust me dad, Monica Gallagher doesn't see it that way. She loves Ian's brother, Lip because he's a master, but with Ian...she spent years trying to force Ian to go against his nature and be more master than slave. According to Wes, Monica would scream at him and tell him he was weak and worthless and needed to dig deep to find strength and command. She taunted him mercilessly, trying to force him to stand up for himself and fight back. She thought it would make his less submissive. Of course, it didn't work.

Instead of fighting back, Ian fell deeper inside his submission. He never found the strength to fight back. Eventually she gave up, but the mental abuse left Ian submissive and fearful of all masters. She's a horrible master and a terrible mother."

Frank was undeterred. "Maybe I should reach out to them."

"Please don't."

"This is important, Mickey. I don't want you accused of not following the rules. We need to make sure they know you want to claim Ian. It's best if you have their permission."

Mickey knew his father was right, but the thought of dealing with Monica Gallagher worried him. He was hoping she would continue to care less about Ian and just allow Mickey to claim him.

Especially since Kash K. couldn't seem to leave Ian alone.


Like the Gallaghers, the K.s were an old money family. They ran in the same social circles and belonged to the same clubs. The K.s had spent the past five years in Europe, but returned to the states so Kash could graduate from an American high school.

Kash first spotted Ian during the summer at a cookout given by his parents to celebrate their return to Ohio. Ian was sitting alone in a gazebo in the corner of the huge backyard, writing in his music book.

"Whatcha writing, sexy?"

Ian looked up and then immediately lowered his eyes. His body tensed under Kash's lecherous stare.

"Answer me."

Ian kept his eyes focused on his book. "Just...um...song ideas."

"Really? That's actually interesting."

Kash sat down next to him. "Look at me."

Ian looked up. Kash licked his lips. "You're pretty."

He glanced at Ian's neck and then laid his hand on Ian's thigh.

"I see you're not claimed. When do you turn 18?"

Ian was nervous and scared. No, he wasn't claimed but he definitely wasn't available. He belonged to Mickey.

"August of next year."

"Next year, huh? I guess I can wait. You look like you might be worth it."

Ian wanted to run.

"But perhaps while we're waiting you can..."

"Kash, what are you doing?"

Both boys looked up to see Lip Gallagher standing there, his eyes fixed on Kash's hand stroking his little brother's thigh. Kash quickly snatched his hand away.

"Just having a chat. Ian was telling me how much I'm going to love Dalton."

Dalton? He was going to be at Dalton?

"Yeah. Whatever. You know the rules. Keep your hands off before you end up in trouble...again."

Kash frowned. How did Lip know about that? He stood up.

"Like I said, we were just chatting. See you later, Ian."

Lip looked at Ian. "Are you okay?" Ian nodded. Lip sat down beside him.

"Listen. I know you spend a lot of time with that Mickey guy, but you shouldn't get your hopes up about him claiming you."

Ian looked up, his eyes full of surprise. "Why not?"

"Let's face it. His family is not a part of our world. I don't think mom is going to let you get claimed by a mechanic's son."

"Mom doesn't care what happens to me."

"Yeah, that's true, but only to a point. You're still an Gallagher. What happens to you will reflect on the family, and with the K.s back in town, and you and Kash being about the same age..."

Ian gasped.

No. No. No. No.

Lip gave him a sympathetic look. "I could be wrong, but you should be prepared."

He stood up and walked back towards the party leaving Ian scared and shaking.

The moment he was home he called Mickey.

"Please...can I come see you...I need you..."

"Leave now. I'll be waiting."

Ian arrived on Mickey's doorstep at 10:00 pm. He was shaking and blinking back tears. Mickey pulled him inside and held him far longer than five seconds. Ian started babbling.

"You, Mickey. You. I want you to claim me. I only want you. I wanna be with you. Not him. I don't like him. I love you. You. Only submit to you."

Him?

"Shhh. It's okay, Ian. Tell me what happened."

Mickey worked hard to mask his anger as Ian told him about Kash's advances and Lip's theory. By the time he was done, Ian was crying and shaking. Mickey held him tight.

"Don't worry. If I have to I'll claim you without your parent's permission." Mickey knew his father would have a fit, but he didn't give a shit. Ian belonged to him. No way he was giving him up.

Ian spent the rest of the summer trying to avoid Kash at summer parties and social gatherings. Whenever he had the chance, Kash would corner Ian and scare the hell out of him with illegal touches and talk of claiming.

"Come on, Ian. It would be perfect. Think of how happy our parents would be. And trust me, I can make you happy. I'm quite good at...everything." Kash stood as close as possible to Ian without actually pressing his body into his, but it was enough to make Ian shake uncontrollably, his heart racing with fear as Kash whispered in his ear.

"I will fuck you so good, Ian. So fucking hard. I will fully dominate your submissive ass. You will be begging for my cock and if you're a good boy, I'll let you have it."

"Please...no...please...I...I don't want..."

"It's not about what you want. It's about what I want, and I want you."

Ian slid down the wall to the floor. He was trembling and tears were running down his face. He rested his chin on his knees and wrapped his arms around himself. Mickey. Mickey. Mickey. Mickey.

Kash stepped back and laughed.

"Damn, you're so fucking submissive. It's super hot."

After these episodes Ian would flee to Mickey's house and Mickey would spend the rest of the evening erasing Ian's fears with illegal touches of his own.

"It's okay, Ian. I love you and I will claim you. You're mine. All mine. Don't worry."

By the end of the summer Mickey couldn't wait for school to start so he could confront Kash. He wasted no time finding him on the very first day of class.

Kash smiled his sexiest smile when he saw Mickey walking towards him in the cafeteria. Wow. First day of school and he was already attracting hot as hell boys.

"Well hello, gorgeous. I hope you're the welcoming committee."

Mickey held up both wrists. Kash's smile dimmed a bit when he saw Mickey wasn't a slave.

"Kash K.."

"Mickey Milkovich."

Kash's smile disappeared completely.

"Sorry, but my mother has already filled all the household staff positions in our home. However, if my dad's Jaguar breaks down I'll be sure to have him call your dad. Assuming he's qualified to work on such an expensive piece of machinery."

Mickey refused to take the bait. He had more pressing matters than getting into an insult match with this meerkat.

"Stay away from Ian. Don't talk to him, don't look at him, don't even breathe in his direction. And you touch him again and I'll have the Masters Ministry on your ass before your Axe body spray evaporates."

"Oh, so Ian belongs to you, does he? Funny. His parents never mentioned your name when I brought up claiming him."

Mickey steeled himself. "Ian doesn't want you."

"Like that matters. Look girlfriend, you're out of your league. Ian is way too good for you. If anyone's going to claim him it's me, so I suggest you fuck off and stop filling his head with promises you can't keep. Monica Gallagher will never give her son to a grease monkey's offspring. But I tell ya what? My maid has a son and I happen to know he's gay. How about I hook the two of you up? The two of you are from the same level of low class. You should have plenty to talk about."

Mickey stepped forward, his calm voice masking the fury raging inside him. "And how exactly do you know he's gay? You haven't been breaking the state rules have you? Screwing a slave you have no intentions of claiming? Better be careful, Kash. Wouldn't want you to get reported for abuse."

The color drained a bit from Kash's face. He stepped back. Mickey smirked in satisfaction.

"Stay away from Ian." He turned and left, entered the first bathroom he came to and promptly threw up his entire breakfast.

He was shaking with anger and a possessive rage he never knew he had.

Ian belonged to him. No one else. Him.

He would have to convince Monica Gallagher to let him have Ian. There was no way he was going to let Ian end up with that asshole.

Mickey splashed cold water on his face and dried off with a paper towel. He stared at his reflection.

Fuck Monica Gallagher.

He would claim Ian without her permission. His father wouldn't approve, but so what? He would just have to get over it.

He was claiming Ian and no one was going to stop him.