Sometimes Arthur thought back to before he became a servant. He'd been born in England, and raised there for most of his childhood. When he was seventeen, just a few weeks shy of being eighteen, things had changed. His father, a man who Arthur had always hated, had sold him into slavery to become a sex servant. Because Arthur was young, pretty, and a virgin, he was sold for quite the price.

Many orphans or unwanted children automatically became servants. Also, like in Arthur's case, families could sell their children to become servants. He remembered the day his father had given him up. His mother had screamed and burst into tears, but could do nothing to stop it.

It was scary, having everything taken away from you. The servant trainers made sure Arthur knew that his body was no longer his. At first he'd tried to fight back, but eventually they had broken him. The day of the auction had been scary. He'd been nude with nothing but a ribbon tied around his waist. People circled him, some touching him in very inappropriate places with their grubby cold fingers and giving lustful stares.

Thankfully none of the horrid mean people had bought him. No, he had been blessed with the best master on the planet. Alfred F Jones, with his sky blue eyes and white toothed smile. Arthur was glad that he was Alfred's. It was his life's devotion to now make his master as happy as he could.

Arthur was treated like a porcelain doll. He was not allowed to help with any housework, especially work outside. If he did go outside, it was usually to the gardens and he had to stay in the shade. Alfred did not want his servant to sunburn or tan. He wanted Arthur's complexion to stay smooth and pale.

Sometimes Alfred would take him to town though. When he did so, he could never wander off. Alfred always made sure to clip a very beautiful expensive leash to Arthur's collar. People would look on in awe, casting envious glances towards Alfred for having such a beautiful compliant slave.

There were many other servants too though, so Arthur wasn't alone when he was in public. The ones he saw often didn't have masters as nice as Alfred though. Once he saw a master punish a slave publicly for no apparent reason. Many others didn't even allow their slaves to wear clothes. Arthur was lucky that he could wear something to cover himself. He only liked showing his bare body to Alfred.

One of the best things was that Arthur shared a bed with Alfred. A lot of sex slaves had to sleep in a cage, the foot of the bed, or on the cold floor. Arthur always got to cuddle with Alfred for the entire rest of the night after work. He would be lulled to sleep by Alfred stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings about how much of a wonderful servant he was.

Arthur wasn't the only slave in Alfred's household that was treated so well. The others were treated wonderfully too. They got paid weekly, had days off, and were even allowed in relationships. Ludwig and Feliciano were a couple, and Arthur was pretty sure that Antonio and Romano were too, even if Romano did deny it. Arthur himself was even allowed to buy things. Often Alfred didn't let him pay though, using his own money instead. That was just another wonderful thing about his master.

Alfred's business trip had gone by quickly. Most of the time Arthur had spent the days in the gardens, library, or sometimes conversing with the maids. On the day of Alfred's return the maids had made sure to dress Arthur up beautifully, in a silk green gown that matched the jewels in his collar.

That night, Alfred had made up for all the time he had missed out on Arthur. It was a bit rougher than normal, but Arthur still thoroughly enjoyed it. Afterwards Alfred had taken Arthur into the washroom for a private bath. It felt nice to have someone scrub at his scalp and wash his body with sweet smelling lavender soap.

"Tell me how much you love me Arthur," Alfred demanded gently as they crawled into bed together, the American wrapping his arms around the English servant's waist.

"I love you more than anything Master," Arthur answered automatically. "Anything. More than anything and anyone in the whole entire world."

"Good," Alfred said with a nod, squeezing his servant's waist a bit tighter. He used a hand and slowly trailed it down Arthur's body, stopping just above Arthur's privates before grabbing them, but not forcefully. "Who does this belong to?"

"You, Master," Arthur told him earnestly. "Only you."

"Good boy," Alfred praised him, patting his tummy. "You're always such a good boy. Go to sleep now sweetheart. My darling angel..."

Arthur smiled at the praise and snuggled deeper against his master, closing his eyes like a good slave. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, especially with Alfred now rubbing his back. Alfred was so warm! He was like sunshine, even at night.

The next morning Arthur was given a breakfast of scones and tea, his very favorite. Alfred always knew exactly what made him happy. Books, for example. Arthur had complete access to the library, but also had his own little personal collection of books in the master bedroom.

"I'm leaving for work Arthur. Come say goodbye." Alfred told him, holding out his arms. Arthur wrapped his own arms around Alfred tightly and kissed him sweetly against the lips.

"Goodbye Master. I'll miss you..." He whispered sadly. Alfred chuckled, running his hand through Arthur's soft blonde hair.

"It's only for a few hours angel. Tonight we're attending a business dinner at a colleague's house. I've told the maids to make you look nice and pretty. Will you look pretty for me sweetheart?"

"Yes," Arthur promised. "I'll look very pretty for you, Master."

"Good," Alfred kissed him again. "I'll have the maids get you ready by six."

Arthur watched his master finish getting ready before leaving the mansion, feeling a pang of sadness. Hopefully next time Alfred would take Arthur with him. He could be very useful! Often on full work days Alfred would bring Arthur along, to keep him entertained through all the horrid amounts of paperwork.

"Don't be so sad Arthur, honey." Elizaveta said, walking into the master bedroom with a set of fresh seats. "He'll only be gone for a few hours."

Arthur smiled. Elizaveta was probably his favorite maid. She was often the one to dress and bathe him. Alfred only trusted them with that task, since Feliciano was in a relationship with Ludwig and Elizaveta was with Roderich, the servant who provided music during parties. Roderich was ever the talented pianist.

"What if something happens to him Lizzie?" Arthur worried. "I want to be with him. I want my master."

"You'll be with him in a little while sweetheart," Elizaveta reassured him. "Now as soon as I finish these sheets we can get you into the bath. There's no harm in getting you ready a bit early. I've already got the perfect outfit in mind too..."

Just like always, Elizaveta stopped Arthur from worrying, distracting him with only one task; looking presentable for his master. He liked going to business dinner's with his master, because Alfred always focused on him, and was prideful of him.

As Elizaveta scrubbed his scalp with fresh soap, he daydreamed about his master, hoping that he would be able to please Alfred to the fullest tonight.

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