Peter looked at me with quite a mixture of emotions running through his expression -- surprise, incredulity, and finding a resting place on stark fear.

"Don't have a heart attack boy. I have no intention in bringing you to harm."

Although the prod convinced him not to shout, he made a few unintelligible comments, and pulling on the leg shackle, he then burst out crying. "Please don't kill me!"

"No worry there boy -- you are way too valuable to me. I have a dungeon in the basement where you will soon take up permanent residence."

"Dungeon!?" The boy's shocked look was beautiful to behold. And even more beautiful was the strong boner that I could see lifting the material of his 501 jeans. All my surmises were apparently correct. He looked where my eyes led his own and he suddenly shifted with acute embarrassment.

"I see that at least a part of you are somewhat excited by that prospect!"

It was beautiful to see the free range of conflicting emotions running through his demeanor and his eyes.

He finally realized the full implication of his predicament and what I had just said. "NO! I can't do that stuff!"

"Not only can you, I can assure you that doing 'that stuff" and to please me sexually, will soon become your main purpose in life. Only after you start pleasing my sexual demands will I perhaps reward you with maybe a few things that you would like."

The boy was looking everywhere but straight at me. His desperation quite evident. It was quite arousing. I stood and reached around to get a locking waist belt which had cuffs attached in front for the boy's wrists. When he saw what I had in hand he started yelling and pushed himself backwards until he hit the wall.

"Submit to the inevitable boy. I don't want to hurt you." I really didn't but I was hoping the implied threat would stop his yelling and obtain some measure of compliance. It didn't work.

"You're just one of those degenerate perverts that like little boys."

"Boy, you will need to learn your place. And I do not want a little boy. In fact I want you. I want someone that I can train to be my life partner -- as my slave. And so I need someone young enough to start with."

"You're nuts. I'll never be your slave."

"Boy, you already are my slave!"

Unfortunately, and I expected nothing different this early on, my boy wouldn't stop complaining and objecting. So I reached back to the table and picked up the ball gag. It took some effort but I was finally able to force it into his mouth and at least able to reduce the decibel rating of his outbursts. It was also psychological in that he had to now realize that I had no interest in hearing any of his pleas. After another struggle I had the belt around his slim waist and his wrists in the cuffs leaving him essentially helpless. He suddenly stopped struggling and just collapsed onto the floor quietly crying and moaning. I was so sexually charged by the situation that I was almost creaming my own pants. I was never much into causing someone pain, but I was totally revved up by the experience of having this boy so totally in my control. And of course anticipating all the future sex that I would soon be enjoying. Any pain that I might be forced to administer will only be used to elicit cooperation and insure my continued total dominance and control over the boy -- MY boy. And no matter how old he got to be, he would still be my BOY. Among all the paraphernalia that I had so recently purchased it included only two types of paddles and two small scourges or flogs. I had no desire to either cause any permanent marks on his beautiful skin or even cause excessive pain. Just enough to get his cooperation.

As I stood next to my boy he finally stopped crying and looked up at me. "Come boy; we need to get you installed in my dungeon. Take a good look around at this room. You will never see it again." I said that for dramatic effect. If and when I brought him from the dungeon to my bedroom he will be blindfolded. So it was not actually a lie. The boy shuddered at those words but didn't make any sound. I reached down and hefted the boy by the back of the belt. I maneuvered him and the extent of the chain onto the elevator, closed the gate, and pushed the button. I forced the boy to stand up so he could see his final destination. I wanted to see his reaction. The elevator was entirely open. Only surrounded by a cage and rail. We quickly reached the bottom, and I opened the gate and took great delight in the boy's look at his future abode. I feel justified in believing that I well captured the true ambiance of a dungeon. All the walls were dark paneled wood. All the lighting was indirect, except for a few spots that could be made to light up several areas where I would be having my fun with the boy -- MY boy. I was very excited by exercising this degree of control. And I believed I was rightly proud of my imagination in inventing the full range of control and bondage devices arrayed before us. There was a small cage. A slanted horse could be seen to my right, and an X-shaped cross to the far left. Directly in front was what I thought of as simply "the chair." It somewhat resembled a dentist's chair but had separate rests for each leg and foot and which could swing out quite far, completely letting the person's testicles and ass hole open for whatever use the captor wanted to do. Other miscellaneous bondage devices, including the ubiquitous sling, could be seen near an extended alcove beyond the horse. It was my intent to eventually never allow my boy free from some kind of bondage except where necessary to maintain his musculature from deteriorating. And in bed at night there would of course by the main exception.

There were also shelves and closets containing other smaller items. A shower and separate bath were also installed partly out of sight behind the free standing elevator platform. Crisscrossing the entire room was a series of chains, bars, and pulley systems that could rise and lower a restrained captive almost anywhere in the room and then be used to transport him elsewhere. Also, not evident at first sight, were doors leading to three smaller rooms. One of these contained everything necessary to keep a completely mummified captive alive for an extended period and stationary in either an upright, or horizontal position. The second room was actually smaller than a closet. It was about six feet high but less than two feet wide and a foot deep with padded walls and different rods and/or spikes that could be affixed throughout in different combinations forcing the unfortunate resident into being a contortionist if and when locked into the small space. There was also a special door that could be fitted that forced the occupant, if placed properly within, to have part of his butt and more importantly his butt hole, to the outside so that I could work on this hole as I saw fit. Oh, there was also my pride and joy in restraining devices. This was to be found beyond that third door. I had the thing specially prepared just for Peter, and I would need to have it modified when Peter did any significant growing. But I believe all the added difficulties very well worth the effort. More about this later. There was one final thing I had done. There were a series of cameras, all with even infrared capabilities, so situated throughout, that I could always relax elsewhere and enjoy watching my boy no matter where he may be at that time. I removed his gag.

"What do you think boy?"

"Holy shit! You're certifiable! You're fucked up man!"

There were other more interesting adjectives used, but with the same gist. It was getting monotonous so I reinserted the gag and almost lost a finger. I would make sure he paid the consequences later. I continued watching my boy's face as he took in all the frightening furniture and gadgets. I was happy to see that it was not all in fright. He was definitely excited as well. And his boner seemed to tell its own tale.

"Come boy, we need to get you properly unclothed and installed."

The boy looked at me not understanding my last few words. He would soon learn as I led him to the chair and the start of his new life. My excitement could not be contained.

Pete finally got some of his own determination back as he started fighting me as I tried to steer him toward the chair. I finally solved the entire problem by simply picking him up bodily and forcing him into the seat. With great difficulty I finally secured a ring in the back of his waist belt to a bar connecting the bottom to the back of the chair, and backed away. I think I wound up with more bruises than did my boy. I backed away from his onslaught. I was winded again. Who could have believed that such a small boy, with his hands held immobile at his waist, could have caused me so much of a problem. Of course there was also the exhilaration in the subduing of my captive slave. But I needed a rest and also decided to exercise some authority.

"Boy, I think you need to be reminded that I require your obedience and submission."

Peter quieted a bit and sat still as he realized that no amount of thrashing was going to dislodge his butt from my chair. He was also eyeing me as I went over to a cabinet and retrieved my lightest flogger. I decided that even through his pants, its sting might be adequate for demonstration.

"Remember I said that I require your cooperation and obedience. You will have to learn that its lack will be bring you punishment." Peter started moaning and writhing as I as I held the flogger's handle, showing the cruel lanyards. In a sudden downward swing I hit his right thigh. Even through his scream I was delivering a second blow to his left thigh. I repeated both blows for emphasis. I heard his loud whimpering as I returned the flogger and came back behind him. Then I reminded him about trying to bite my finger, and brought the flogger down on his thigh one more time with all my strength. When I could get his attention again I spoke: "Imagine how that would feel on bare flesh boy. Will you stop fighting me and submit to the inevitable?"

Through tears, he was quickly nodding his head. "Sorry boy, but you need to learn that disobedience will be punished and cooperation will be rewarded. Very simple."

It was strange, but up until that moment I had a raging hard-on. But the blows seem to have deflated both of us. I truly hated to inflict that much pain but alas it was necessary.

I felt it necessary to reinforce the lesson. I moved around to look Peter straight in the eyes. When I had his attention I said: "Now boy, let's get one thing crystal clear. You submit to what I intend to do, or you will be punished. I am now going to do three things. First I will be taking the shackle from your ankle and then restraining you in this chair. Next, I will remove all your clothing for which you no longer have any need. Finally I will place on your body five permanent restraints. They will consist of metal reinforced leather and foam padded cuffs around your ankles and wrists, and a metal collar around your neck. To this collar will be permanently affixed the chain that I will be removing from your former leg shackle you now see. Note that this chain and collar will never be removed. You are here as my permanent guest."

This last remark brought on a sort of wining moan that must have been dredged from the bottom of his very soul. I was glad I had in his ball gag. I did not want to have to hear any of his entreaties. They would have been useless anyway.

I did not want the boy to hurt himself thrashing around, so as soon as I released him from his ankle restraint, I secured the foot and leg to the slightly raised left leg rest. It was bent at the knee and I moved it outward about a foot to make it easy for me to add restraints about his upper calf and lower thigh. I then did the same to his right leg. I knew all these restraints will make de-clothing the boy more difficult but safer for both of us. Throughout this process, the boy sat there just whimpering a bit. Next I released his wrists in turn from his waist belt, and secured his arms to the armrests of the chair. I secured each arm at the wrist and just above the elbow. Finally I removed the belt entirely. I then added belt restraints built into the chair, at his waist and his upper chest. My boy was pretty well immobilized.

I then walked over to the cabinet near the wall and retrieved a small but hefty pair of scissors. Releasing only restraints as needed, and then re-securing them, I started cutting off his clothing. In spite of his squirming at my touch, and his whimpering moans, I could readily see his returned erection. It accompanied my own. I started with his right sleeve, and then the left. Then I started cutting down the middle of his shirt. After exposing his chest and beautiful dark nipples, I could not keep my hand from wandering all along his naked chest and flat belly. My moans of pleasure mimicked those moans coming from my boy. With not a little effort his shirt was finally pulled from his pants and found its way in shreds to the floor in from of him.

"See how easy it is boy when you cooperate? It would appear that we are now both enjoying this."

He tried denying this by shaking his head and verbalizing, but at least on a sexual level I could tell that he very much liked what was happening. I then unbuckled his belt and pulled it away. He started getting louder and I had to reassert the dominance of my position. I looked at him (since I was now kneeling in front) and asked: "Do I need to get the flogger again, boy? Your naked chest is a tempting target?"

He shook his head forcefully. I then started on the inside of his right cuff and cut all the way to his crotch, making sure I had a good feel of his boner. He made a short gasp as I touched him through his clothing. I was anticipating just how much I would be feeling him up when naked later in the day. I opened his zipper and had to get a snipper to get through it. I then finished the cut to his crotch and was rewarded with a sudden springing out of his rod-like boner pushing against the cloth of his briefs. I continued down the left leg. With a few more cuts and not a little effort I was finally able to pull what was left of his jeans fully away. His breathing by this time was getting a bit more rapid and I could tell he was almost as sexually excited as myself. I was almost at the prize. I walked away a space to just savor the moment. My own raging hard-on was almost painful. I returned with the scissors and quickly dispatched his last vestige of modesty. I could no longer wait. I reached out my hand and as tenderly as I was capable at the moment took hold of his jewels. I barely started touching his beautiful 5 ½ inch rigid penis when it erupted again and again. He was heavily moaning and with his head leaning back started grunting with each spurt. I collected as much of his nectar as I could and brought my hand to my mouth. I then pulled down my own pants and exposed myself. I did not want to upset my boy too much at this time so I just showed him my pitch black penis and testicles, and masturbated, finally covering his trunk and lap with my own spunk. It was one of the strongest felt climaxes of my life.

"Thank you boy." I muttered as I pulled up my pants and withdrew to clean up.

About an hour later I returned to a boy struggling in his bonds. He looked up in alarm as I stepped off the very quietly operating elevator. "Don't hurt yourself boy; you can't get out of that chair until I let you out."

He tried to speak, and gave up after a while. I couldn't help just staring for several minutes. To me, although he was probably at least 20 pounds under weight for his height and age, he was the epitome of boy pulchritude. I was almost mesmerized. And grateful that he was now all mine. I reaffirmed the commitment I made to myself when I decided to take him. No matter how difficult, I was going to train him properly. No matter how long, no matter how much effort, no matter how distasteful I must make his punishments, eventually he would become the perfect boy slave. I just hoped I was up to the task. One great thing in my favor -- it was quite obvious that not only did he respond to male-male sex, he was also evidently a natural submissive. This would make things so much easier.

"OK boy we need to clean you up and finish with your instillation. But I would suppose you might be thirsty. Now I am going to take out the gag but on the condition you do not try to speak. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded. But as soon as I had the ball gag out he started pleading to be let go. I was not surprised, but I had to let him know that his behavior was not acceptable. I walked to the table behind him, grabbed again the lightest flogger and returned. When he saw what was in my hand he started screaming "No, no, please!" As much as I wanted to heed his pleas I knew I couldn't. Without remorse, I swung downward and hit his beautiful chest and right shoulder. He screamed.

His scream came out as soon as he was able to draw in breath after the shock of the blow. This was possibly the worst pain my boy had felt in his life till now. And I knew that over the next several months and even years, there will unfortunately but necessarily be more and much worse in store. I waited until my boy was again receptive to what I would say.

"Now before you do anything else that will merit even more punishment I must stress that ABSOLUTELY NO words are to come from your mouth. You are only permitted to nod your head yes or no. Only when I give specific permission are you to speak."

He was finally able breath normally again after the two blows on his naked skin. I used the flogger on myself a couple times to test it out so I fully know just how much it hurts. And his skin was more tender than mine.

I again had his full attention. "Now be careful only to nod, do you understand you are not to speak?" He nodded quickly. "And do you remember just how many times you broke that rule?" It only took him a second to realize that he had broken the rule twice, and to further understand the implication. His eyes widened and I could see him silently pleading. Not only a beautiful boy, but intelligent also.

"Sorry boy, but I must reinforce this rule." And he winced anticipating the next blow. I took my time and then aimed for his left thigh. From my position it was not as forceful but it still had to be pretty excruciating.

I let him take a moment to recover. "Now boy. Again. Do you understand not to speak until given specific permission?"

With tear filled eyes he nodded quickly. I turned to bring the flogger back to the table and noticed something that made me smile. His penis was quickly boning up again.

"Now boy, we will proceed with your full instillation here in the dungeon but I suppose you could use something to drink." He nodded strongly. I walked back to the elevator and retrieved a vanilla milk shake that I left there. By this time it should be easy enough to draw in a straw. I returned and put the straw in his mouth. He moved his right arm as much as possible and looked at me.

"No boy, for now I will hold on to the mug. Just drink."

He made short work of the large mug.

"Say thank you master." My boy must always show gratitude for the good things I do for him.

He just nodded again with a puzzled face.

I smiled. "Boy, when I say to speak then for that one time you have permission. Say thank-you master."

He said "Thank you," and looked up at me for any visual cues, and seeing my expression hastily added the word "master."

I decided not to quibble over his slight hesitation. I smiled to reinforce his decision to address me properly. I put the mug aside and then brought out a basin with warm water and a washcloth. I quickly washed the shake from his lips, and the now dried cum from body. I took great liberty with his penis and testicles, and for a moment thought he was going to erupt again.

"OK boy, let's start with your cute ankles." I wheeled over a small cabinet and pulled up a stool and sat in front of him. I released his right foot and put it onto the edge of my cushioned stool between my legs. I then opened a drawer and retrieved the first of the ankle cuffs that I had specially made. It consisted of a shaped web steel band fully an inch wide and an eighth thick covered in heavy leather. The inside of the cuff had an additional heavy thickness of leather and a special very dense foam plastic. I tested one similar to it out a couple weeks ago and suspended myself from my wrists for an extended period. My arms and especially my shoulders gave out in pain well before my wrists. I also learned that I would only suspend my boy for reasonable moderate periods. Unless he had support from some other area of his body. I did not really want to injure him. I put on the first cuff. The outer metal band extended from one end and with effort was slotted over a couple rivets. I inserted a long handled clamping device. Though the metal rivets were soft enough to squeeze shut, they were nonetheless permanent. I finally finished with all four rivets and inspected my handy work.

"You will note boy that this cuff is permanently emplaced and also has four projecting u-bolts to use for fastening your ankle to whatever I decide to fasten it to."

Instead of looking scared or worried, Peter seemed mostly excited. I smiled at the implication. I did the other ankle and then his two wrists in similar fashion. After the first wrist, I let him inspect the cuff more closely. He looked at it intently, turning his wrist first one way and then the other. Again his curiosity and excitement seemed to me to be very apparent. I then locked in place about a foot of chain between his ankles. This chain was meant to be removed when necessary. I did the same with his wrists but with a lighter chain. At some later date both his hands and arms would be more severely restricted. But that could be even weeks away. All in due time.

For his neck I had been at a quandary. I knew how badly a leather collar could chaff a sweating neck, yet I did not want his neck to suffer from a cutting metal collar. I finally opted for a simple thick oval shaped ring, made out of polished stainless steel about an inch thick on its long axis and fairly heavy. It was made small enough so that it would rest on his neck muscles rather than his collarbones. It also had u-bolts jutting from four equidistant points on the outside of the collar, their use obvious. I lifted it up and showed it to him. It was currently in two pieces. Peter was strangely excited as he inspected the thing. I looked down and could see copious amounts of pre-cum dribbling from his penis slit. He appeared as turned on by all this as I was.

What I was able to have made for me were two machined halves that would fit together almost seamlessly without welds or even hasps. The flat end of the curve had two bolt like projections which had a cone-like tip which was designed to fit exactly into a cone-like hole in the other half of the collar. The main distinction was that the flair of the cone had to be forced into a groove of its opposite member. It took a special vice to force the ends together. I put the two pieces in place around my boy's neck and fitted them together. There was a small gap left. I then fitted onto the collar a special hefty vice clamp made just for the collar. It was designed with a small motor to turn the two screws. In spite of the huge gear ratio the motor started to strain and I started to get worried. But then there was a sudden snap, and the ring became one solid object. It was beautiful to behold. Its permanence was obvious. I then retrieved the long chain which snaked its way from the pole in the back of the elevator and put a nearly closed ring, about two inches in diameter and about 3/16 th inch thick and attached the last link of the chain to the back u-bolt of the collar. I then forced a protective mat all around the metal collar between the boy's neck and the metal. I got up and wheeled over a welding machine. I put a protective set of goggles on my boy, and put on a welders hood. (I wanted my boy to actually see the bright light so he could better experience more fully his retreat from freedom. In seconds the ring was welded into place. I let it cool as I returned the machine and the rest to the elevator. I came back and remover the mat and inspected my handy work. Peter was staring at me intently. I gave the chain a few small tugs.

"Well boy, you are now permanently attached to my dungeon. You may speak. What do you think?"

The boy let out a gasp and his penis suddenly erupted. Amazing! That said more than a whole barrage of words. He tried to speak: "My god. I can't believe I did that. I think. . . I think. . ." That was all he got out and then the boy started shaking almost uncontrollably along with crying gasps. I quickly released him from the chair and held his thin frame tightly to my body. "You will be fine boy. Just accept your situation. Submit. I will take good care of you."

Finally the boy got control of himself and asked: "Why are you doing this? Please let me go." He again started to cry.

But I could not show any mercy. He broke another rule. "Boy, I told you that you must address me as master. You are my slave. You are not to speak. However you ARE allowed to scream and yell."

This time he did yell as I approached him with the light flogger. I gave him four good ones across his legs. He started crying between his gasps for air.

When I again had his attention I spoke: "Now listen carefully. You will NEVER again be free. For the remainder of your life you will be my slave. And you asked my why. It's both simple and complicated. Simply put, for my own sexual gratification. I want to use you for sex. But more than that, I also want a full time companion. Why you is more complicated. First of all I find you very sexually attractive. And I also noted that you are also gay and from the stuff you were reading I could tell that you were sexually turned on by the type of things I am doing to you right now. You even had an orgasm when you realized the nature of that collar around your neck and the chain attaching you permanently to this place." The boy tried to interrupt me a couple times but I just waved the flogger in front of him. "You may now respond boy."

Through whimpering tears he spoke: "But this is all wrong. And I really don't WANT to be a slave. At least permanently. Please let me go."

I thought that his "at least permanently" was amazingly telling. At some level he DID enjoy this.

"Boy, the sooner you accept the fact that you will NEVER be free again the better you will be. I will promise you one thing. I also want this to be sexually enjoyable for you too. Though I intend to control absolutely your every movement, I will allow you sexual release when you are good."

I reinserted his ball gag, showing him that I was no longer interested in what he had to say right now. He did not resist its insertion.

In spite of all the sophisticated bondage apparatus in the area, I decided it best to go slowly in introducing my boy to severe bondage. I wanted him to respond sexually and in a positive manner.

And I also planned to bring the boy to my bed tomorrow morning after a night of tight confinement. I intend to introduce him to man-boy sex very gradually so that for now we will most likely engage in no more than frottage and mutual masturbation. I will also probably suck him to orgasm. I wanted him to enjoy that portion of his enslavement as much as I do. Perhaps tomorrow or the next day will I start with the series of anal plugs designed to open him up gradually and with as little pain as possible. For once I was glad that my penis was not a monster.

So after allowing my boy dinner and all he could drink, I brought him into the largest of the three side rooms and told him to sit on the small bench. I opened one of the drawers and got out a medium sized Foley catheter. I lubed it up and could see the apprehension on my boy's face as I used betadine on the glans of his penis. The secret of a relatively pain free placement is to KY its entire length. I put the tube into the cringing boy, who by now knew better than to speak. He was flinching as I gradually inserted the tube; I stopped when I felt the tip pass through his the sphincter at the opening to his bladder. I then filled the bulb with sterile water thus anchoring the end in his bladder. To the emerging end of the catheter I added an additional clamped off tube about three feet long. I then opened a small square hole in the floor. It was perfectly sized for the boy. After removing the chains connecting his extremities, I lifted the boy and slid him into the opening feet first, making sure that his two legs went to opposite sides of the lower partition. This partition would reach to a few inches above his knees when he came to rest. I continued to drop the boy down and again making sure his hands and arms slid into the separate compartments on each side of the main opening. When he came to rest, only his head rose above the floor, nor could he bring his legs together nor touch himself with his hands or arms. I could see that he was quite frightened, not understanding just what I had in store for him, but fortunately for him he did not speak. I then fitted together two halves of a covering for the hole that just permitted his neck a small clearance. What I did have in store was a bit nasty I had to admit to myself. I then fitted a soft leather hood over his head. It was very form fitting, especially when laced up in the back. There were only openings for the boys nose and mouth. Next I fitted a small gag into the boy's mouth that had a rubber flange that extended between his gums and teeth and then a second larger leather covering that fitted over his entire mouth.

The walls inside his confining hole were heavily padded but held another surprise. I hit a button and the front wall of his abode started moving inward, squeezing the boys body snugly in place, just leaving space for his feet. The boy started moaning and thrashing his head about until the wall finally stopped. He was now as snug as a bug in a hole. Or would that be as snug as a boy in a hole? Oh, about that nasty surprise. The mouth plug had a hole exactly the diameter of the tube that I had extending upward from his penis. However I actually fitted into this hole a similar tube of slightly salty water. I then released the clamp on both tubes. Sudden head thrashing and groaning and other sounds emanated from the stuffed boy as the boy thought his own urine was flowing into his mouth. I wondered what the boy was thinking as I turned out the light and closed the door behind me making sure that the chain from his neck collar fitted into the groove provided for it.

About three hours later a set timer allowed him a good drink of pure water. Tomorrow morning I would introduce my new slave to the magic of man-boy sex. If I can wait that long.