Fanfiction took down my other two stories, the bastards! I'll probably re-post them, but I might get deactivated eventually if I keep it up. Whatever, fanfiction is a butt-face sometimes.

Summary: Basically in this story it's a different world where "servants" who are pretty much slaves, are natural and legal. Alfred is very rich businessman who owns a lot of servants. Arthur is his "special" servant.

Prologue:

Arthur enjoyed the life he lived. The Jones manor was quite the home. Alfred F. Jones owned thousands of acres. He was probably one of the richest men alive. Being a servant for him was not really a bad thing. In fact, if Alfred hadn't have bought him, then Arthur would probably be living in hell right now. Very few servants were lucky in who their master was. Many masters were cruel. Servants were often underfed, beaten, and overworked.

Alfred F. Jones treated his servants well though. Arthur was fed three full meals a day, he was dressed in fine clothes, and he was never overworked. Mostly his duties were in the evening, which gave him plenty of relaxation time during the day.

You see, Arthur wasn't just any servant. He was Alfred's 'special' servant. The bedroom one. Or to put it bluntly, he was Alfred's sex slave. Contrary to belief, it really wasn't that bad. Alfred was so kind to him! He treated Arthur practically like royalty sometimes. He was Alfred's prized possession. One could tell just by looking at the collar around Arthur's neck, which was one of the most finest leather's with encrusted emerald jewels.

Arthur took pride in his collar. The other servants just wore regular ones, a boring blue. The collars had their names and owner on them, merely as a symbol of ownership. Alfred had around one hundred servants. Many worked outside, in the stables and farms. Only around twenty servants worked in the house.

Francis Bonnefoy was the main kitchen servant. He was notably the finest cook anyone had even known. Business parties that Alfred often held were always a huge success because of his wonderful cooking.

There were several maids, such as Feliciano, Kiku, Toris, Katyusha, and Elizaveta, and Feliks. Some of the stronger servants like Ludwig and Ivan worked outdoors. Ludwig was one of the main stable hands, and Ivan worked in the fields during harvest season. Antonio worked in the garden with help from Romano, Feliciano's older brother.

All together, Alfred's servants were content for the most part, and did their jobs well. Just this morning Arthur, after a late night, had awoken late in the morning. Feliciano had brought him a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and then proceeded to help him bathe. Afterwards the servant maid picked out his outfit of the day. It was a long shirt that reached his knees, and could probably be considered a gown more than a shirt.

At first being dressed so lightly used to make Arthur feel weird. Now he had grown used to it, and started to like it. Most of the time he didn't even wear pants. It was loose gowns and long shirts, sometimes accompanied with knee high stockings. It gave him a lot of freedom to move around.

"Master Alfred is having guests over for lunch!" Feliciano chirped happily while he combed Arthur's damp hair down. "He expects you to look very pretty, but that won't be hard at all!"

That was really nothing new. Often Alfred brought Arthur with him for parties, or made him attend parties held here. Mostly it was to show Arthur off to the guests. They were never allowed to touch him inappropriately though. While Alfred could converse with guests, Arthur would have to stand submissively at his side and endure compliments soon.

"What a darling boy. Where on earth did you find such a servant?"

"Look at those gorgeous eyes! I've never seen such a lush green. Oh can I feel his hair?"

"My goodness Mr. Jones, what a fine collar you've gotten him!"

Alfred would smile and wrap his arm around Arthur's waist possessively, beaming as people admired what was his. Arthur would stand stiffly at first when people stroked his hair and patted his cheeks. He knew he was safe from any other touches though. Once at a party one man had made a grab for his behind. Alfred had given the man a black eye and kicked him out in a number of seconds.

Feliciano then cleaned Arthur's nails and rubbed lotion into his skin. Once he deemed Arthur well enough, he was then escorted downstairs to the dining room, where Alfred and his guests already were. When Alfred saw him he smiled.

"Come here sweetheart," Alfred called, patting his lap. "We're just about to start eating."

Arthur obediently crossed the floor to climb into Alfred's lap. A few of the guests began gushing over him as the main course was brought to the table.

"Tell me again Mr. Jones, how long have you had the doll?" A lady wearing way too much makeup asked.

"Just a little over six months now," Alfred answered, rubbing a hand against Arthur's thigh. "He's fitting in very well to my home. He also does his job wonderfully."

"You have the best servants. Mine aren't nearly as compliant as yours are. Just look at the little thing, sitting there so obediently." A chubby man said. "My, I'm terribly jealous."

Arthur tuned out most of the talk. It still sort of bothered him that he was always referred to as some kind of pet, but that was basically all he was now, so he couldn't argue. Soon the conversation steered towards business, which bored him completely.

Alfred fed his servant some bites of pasta they were eating. It lasted that way for awhile. Arthur was beginning to get full, and squirmed a little. Alfred noticed and stopped talking.

"Are you full pumpkin?" He asked, rubbing circles on Arthur's tummy. "Alright, I suppose we've bored you enough. Why don't you go outside to the gardens for a bit?"

"Yes Master," Arthur agreed meekly, causing the guests to 'aw'. Alfred let him up, and Arthur scurried from the room, flushing.

The gardens out back were huge. Hundreds of different flower types surrounded the place, and a large elegant fountain was in the dead center. Arthur wandered towards the rose bushes. That was his favorite spot. Sometimes he would sit there and read for hours.

Eventually he dozed off, as having a full stomach tended to make him very sleepy. He woke up to a pair of strong hands lifting him up. He whined from being disturbed, and heard a chuckle.

"Sweetheart it's getting cold out here. We don't want you getting sick." Alfred whispered, kissing his temple.

"No, Master," Arthur agreed, waking up more.

"Good boy. I'm going to be leaving later this evening to catch a plane. I have a business trip that's going to last three days or so. You'll be taken good care of here as usual, but I'm going to need some fun before I leave." Alfred told him, kissing his neck.

"Of course Master," Arthur agreed, feeling a little sad that his master would be gone for such a long period of time. "I can't come?"

Sometimes if Alfred was traveling for work, Arthur would be brought along. Apparently not this time though, for Alfred chuckled. "Sorry sweetie, not this time. I'm going to be very busy, so you'd just be bored. You'll be a good servant for me while I'm gone, right?"

"Yes Master, I will," Arthur promised. Alfred carried him up to the bedroom, kissing Arthur and stripping him of his shirt. That afternoon was full of pleasantries. His Master certainly knew how to make him feel good. Arthur melted into his sweet kisses and delicate touches, feeling loved and content.

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This story has a lower chance of being taken down since it isn't as er..evil as my other stories. But still, you never know if it will be deemed "unfit" or not.