I LIKED what they were doing to me.

But that one happening eventually led to my being here, in the lab of Boytoys, Inc. That eventually led to my being here, modified to be a 14 year old forever. That eventually led me to being a slave-boy for life.

That one occasion eventually culminated in mypresent amazinglife with my master. I looked over at him and smiled,and started remembering how I became my master's slave-boy. And the most fortunate boy on this planet. As I have said, that episode in the back of that vehicle happened over 10 years ago.

When I was let out of the vehicle I was confused. I thought that something more was going to happen. They had seemed so excited when I responded the way I did. And I was sort of let down. Part of me was scared but part of me wanted something more to happen. Of course now all of me dreaded going home. Not because of what I just let happen, but because I so hated my present home life. That was another reason why I was almost wishing for something more to happen. Of course when I was thinking more clearly later that day I realized how close I'd been to being really in trouble. Who really knows what could have happened.

It was several weeks later when Timothy was back on his bike peddling his way home, just 14 years old and not even through puberty yet, he was bemoaning his fate. Ever since it was just he and his step-dad, his life had been unraveling. If only his Mom had been the one who lived through that horrible accident instead of his step-dad. His small stature, and relative lack of athleticism was his first strike. His uncommon need for structure and security, together with his not quite ability to fit in with his peers was strike two. And now he realized that he was not only gay but he seemed to be mostly aroused when he fantasized about others forcing him to do things. And even thoughts of being tied up and made to obey a master figured strongly in his most recent fantasies. His current problems soon overwhelmed his memory of what he had let happen to himself a few weeks ago. So when he arrived home this day he never connected things that had happened three weeks ago with what was happening now.

On this particular day, Timothy had just returned home from the park where it was his usual routine these days to escape home life as much as possible. When Timothy stepped through his front entryway, he simply had no chance. He was barely 110 pounds of wiry limbs and was immediately grabbed by two rather large and determined men, inoculating him with some medication that rendered his muscles next to useless, and before he knew it, he was naked and being put into some kind of air bag on the living room floor. His yelling was quite short lived and any attempt to discover what was happening was impossible. Until the two men started sealing up this weird bag they put him into. He tried again to speak out but again it was useless. In his mind he was shouting: "Help me! Dad, help me!"

But for once his step-dad was no where to be seen. One of the guys stood over him and smiling stated: "We have made sure no one would be here to help you. Just remember it was your own actions that alerted you to us. You really impressed those two agents of ours."

Nooooooooooooo! I could only say it in my mind. I was in too much shock to think very well. I finally made the connection. I did this to myself. And I still couldn't believe that all this was even real. Even when these guys had put some kind of tube way up my penis and stuffed this plug into my butt and then touched some remote control and the thing expanded SO much. I would have screamed if I could have. My legs had been fitted into slots of this weird bag and the thing fastened up to my waist. It was SO frustrating not to be able to resist at all.

I was finally starting to believe this was all real when one of these big guys mentioned that BoyToys, Inc. had quite a future planned for me. Even as sheltered a life as mine, I had heard the rumors, even if at the time I had not fully believed them. He then fitted my arms into their slots. Finally a gag like thing was sealed into my mouth and some tubes into my nasal passage and I started to panic as the entire thing was then totally sealed. I found, however, I could still breathe and the thing in my mouth gave me a small amount of liquid when I sucked on it. I could feel myself starting to doze and realized there was something in the liquid I sipped. I dozed off and on for the entire trip.

Timothy was transported to the new labs of BoyToys, Inc. in an outpost on Bundus III, a colonized planet whose government had no laws regulating its primary source of tax income, namely BoyToys, Inc. and the proliferation of its 'special' vacation spots. And more of interest to Timothy was the fact they also had consensual slavery laws. Timothy was unpacked and installed into a special unit where a team of experts could now check his specific emotional and behavioral responses to certain situations involving, sex, bondage, and even specific kinds of torture frequently associated with eliciting a sexual response. All this was done both without and then while under certain inhibition freeing drugs. In addition, these responses were noted when a large selections of sexual scenarios were presented to the boy especially situations involving permanent slavery.

Timothy was not bothered by all this especially since the drug regimen to which he was exposed allowed him to experience the entire procedure in an atmosphere free of fear and worry. And his responses were all the good doctors could have hoped for. They gathered in a conference room soon after Timothy was released from his constrictive machine and grav-lifted back to his cell (or cage). On the way back he was wondering about, but not particularly upset with, the fact that he was entirely naked. Being somewhat precocious for his young age, he did come to the conclusion that somehow he was being heavily influenced by drugs.

The officials of BoyToys, Inc. were now embarking on a new program. Because of the great demand, they have recently been profiling prospective 'masters' in an effort to find that special boy who would make provide each 'master' with his 'perfect' slave-boy. In spite of all the vast array of medical marvels at their disposal, it was still difficult to find that boy who would be capable of being modified and trained for the specific roles demanded of them for any one specific 'master.' But this company thrived in doing the difficult and this new program was looking to be a great success. Timothy was already the third such boy to have been 'discovered'.

Four days later, with almost frightening expedition, Timothy's genetic and psychological make-up and responses had been evaluated, his profile had been fitted to two potential new owners, and one had favorably responded. In fact this prospective owner was sitting in a small comfortable room, with an official of BoyToys, Inc., the doctor overseeing Timothy's management, and of course Timothy himself who was very frightened even if he were now clothed and in a comfortable chair. He was cautioned not to speak or do anything without first being 'invited' to do so. After all his recent experiences, he was harboring a slim hope, especially now that he was neither drugged nor restrained, that things might turn out OK for him. The official spoke first. "Timothy, I suspect you have no inkling of how special a boy you are?'

This was not exactly what Timothy had been expecting to hear. He didn't know how to respond, and just shrugged his shoulders.

The doctor he had seen, but this other strange man was somehow disturbing and he couldn't understand exactly why. And the man kept staring at him. This guy was a bit younger than his step-dad, quite black in his coloration, and somehow imposing even if he were not a large man. In fact he seemed in 'shape' but slim. And finally Timothy felt a worried tingle in the back of his mind. He was remembering some of the images he had been shown of naked men and this one reminded him especially of that one image that had seemed to excite him even more than the others and in some strange but unknown way.

Just then the man spoke to him: "Boy, you know by now that you are in the labs of Boytoys, Inc. I had previously engaged them in finding me my perfect boy. And you are this boy."

Timothy was barely able to stammer out a "Yes sir." He also entertained the thought that just maybe this guy would take him home and take care of him. He apparently went to a big deal of effort to find a boy like him to begin with. Timothy did not know just where he got the courage, but he then asked in a weak voice: "Are you going to take me home?"

The man smiled big time. And Timothy was momentarily encouraged. The man responded: "If it turns out that you are my perfect match, as it perhaps seems so far, yes indeed. Would you like that boy?"

The 'boy' was temporarily overjoyed in spite of the niggling of thought: "Why did they go through all that stuff with him then?"

"Yes sir." And his demanding need to be cared for Timothy added: "Sir, will you take care of me?"

"We shall see my boy, we shall definitely see."

Then turning to the BoyToys official he asked: "Will all my modifications be able to be made?"

The official nodded to the doctor who answered: "Definitely. And with the emotional, psychological, and behavioral profiles on this boy, we fully believe that he will even be an eager participant as you wanted. We merely have to modify several pathways in his brain and re-direct some of his motivational triggers along more sexual parameters. But this is an easy brain modification procedure. With the greatly enhanced libido that you have asked for, within only weeks we firmly believe that this boy will gladly be a willing participant in becoming your special sex-slave. And with only minimal changes to his mental profile and personality."

As I was hearing these words I was almost ready to drop into a figurative puddle right there on the floor. "Modify? . . . Enhanced libido? . . . Brain?" I looked at this man in horror. At first. But then something REALLY strange happened. When he told me to come over to him I obeyed. Don't ask me why. But somehow a part of me WANTED him to do this stuff to me.

"Good boy. Let me hold you."

He simply lifted me onto his lap and I felt a wave of security wash over me.

He then proceeded to undress me right in front of everybody there. I was both afraid to resist, and for some reason it even gave me a thrill that it was happening to me. I even helped by lifting my butt when he got to my underwear. In no time I was naked and I couldn't help moaning when he started to fondle my now very erect 4 ½ inch penis. What prompted me to say it I do not know but as he started to handle my gentiles and then stuck his hand under my butt and put his fingers into my crack, through gasps of pleasure I said: "Thank you master."

If this was being a sex-slave, I LIKED it! And this guy for some reason really turned me on. Maybe it was his strong black hands. Maybe it was how he so tenderly touched me. Maybe it was because he commanded me and this alone felt so right. At the moment I didn't care. I was enjoying myself for the first time in weeks!

Then he put one of his fingers in my mouth and I sucked on it. He then pulled it out, eased his finger into my butt, and I had all I could do not to stop him. NOBODY had EVER touched me there before. But soon he touched something that had me whimpering and trying to move down further onto his finger.

"Like that boy, don't you?"

I liked! I liked!

Then he lifted me bodily, brought my crotch close to his face, and entirely engulfed my rod hard penis. In moments I was shuddering my best ever dry orgasm in my entire life! YES. PLEASE make me your sex-slave. Just keep doing stuff like this! I knew that I was being molested but didn't care. I will admit there was still a nagging thought that he would soon want me to somehow reciprocate but even this thrilled me, so long as I stopped myself thinking about some of the more unpleasant aspects of what that would entail. I was young but not entirely ignorant.

After coming back to some semblance of normalcy, this man licked the last of my small liquid discharge, and placed me back on his lap with my back now melting into his chest. He held me tightly in his strong black arms and I could feel his now engorged cock riding under my butt. I LIKED the feel of it there. And DAMN did it feel BIG.

"Like that boy?"

"Yes sir. Really."

"Would you feel like helping me have my own orgasm?"

"Yes sir, but please don't hurt me."

"Do not worry boy. I do believe that you will get plenty of practice in pleasing me and giving me sexual pleasure over your lifetime. Definitely, lot's of practice."

I would have been more reassured if he definitely stated that he would not hurt me, but strangely, even the prospect of some pain was overridden by my overall excitement. I started for the first time wondering just exactly how this slave thing would work.

My (new master?) looked at the other two guys there and said: "You have a sale gentlemen. Pending the usual safeguards of course. Make this boy into my dream slave."

The other two men were beaming. I was worried again about these 'modifications'.

"And boy, listen well. You WILL obey me at all times. There will be NO compromise. I will be back when your brain path-way and behavioral modifications are complete and I will expect you to then participate willingly in the remainder of your necessary modifications."

I was really frightened again but managed a weak reply: "Yes sir."

He smiled, squeezed me tight again, and gave me to the doctor. Before I realized it, I was walking down a long corridor totally naked, and then brought into another lab. He placed me onto a sort of table with large a raised lip and two other men, in long gowns and gloves, took over. They said I was being washed and prepped for several surgeries. I was afraid to ask what. But then the first doctor had to tell me.

"We will be readying you for all your neural implants and then start the first gene splice which will change some of your brain pathways, and start the first augment of your sex drive. When you wake up you will be one mighty horny boy. And after your neural implants have been activated and had a chance to work, you will also experience sexual pleasure at the prospect of becoming a permanent slave. Your profile shows that you are already somewhat amendable to being someone's sex-slave but we will be enhancing these by multiply them at least ten fold or more. A few short weeks from now you will want that man as your master as much as he wants you as his slave."

I couldn't figure just why I was even aroused by this thought but it helped override my mounting fear. After a strangely tingling bath, and a VERY thorough clean-out, I was strapped down to a soft table and a mask was put over my face.

I was told, when I awoke, that I had been operated on some weeks before, that everything had gone as planned and that all the implants had been successfully completed. The first thing I did as I regained enough strength was to reach down and touch my testicles. What I felt were two hard egg-shaped orbs that had replaced my own balls. I moaned in the loss of such an important part of my original self. But as previously explained, coupled with future gene-splices and other implants in my prostate and neck, these will be producing special hormones that will keep me from physically maturing. In fact I was told that I will remain a 14 year old forever -- a very physically immature and small 14 year old at that.

Some important doctor, along with a couple others, came into the room and after looking at a small consul, smiled as he now looked at me.

"Timothy, everything has gone very well. All your necessaty implants have been installed and, except for the ones in your brain, been activated. They are now functioning well and in a few days will be up to maximum output. In a couple days you will be experiencing a very high libido, at about 0.48 to 0.50 on the Menchner Scale. For you this will mean that you will forever feel excessively horny. We have, however, low enough, so that concentration on other activities will also be possible. But you will be one very horny teen! Your future master wants you always ready and receptive for when he wants sex."

I wasn't sure whether I should be scared to death, or excited. Excited barely won out. And whatever they did too me, I felt great. Absolutely full of energy. And optimism. But I was always someone who could enjoy the moment. When the doctor came over and attached a leash to a collar I now realized I was wearing, I got an instant boner. And I followed him out of the room entirely naked. I suddenly was reminded of those dreams where one found oneself naked in front of class or something and I was suddenly acutely embarrassed. I tried to cover my genitals with my hands.

The doctor looked back at me when he felt resistance on the leash and laughed: "Better get used to it boy. One of the modifications to your brain will to be to make sure that no memories of being nude in front of others will be allowed to be transferred to your long term memory."

And the doctor laughed even louder when he saw comprehension in my expression. Ironically his advice could never be heeded. I would NEVER get used to being seen nude like this. My boner felt like it was about to explode. But then the doctor added small cuffs onto wrists and connected them behind my back.

"Can't have you touch yourself boy. Also orders of your future master. He will also be here in two days to proceed with your mental and neural modifications. And do not worry. The process is entirely painless. And because of your almost unique personality and enjoyment drives, you will loose relatively few of your previous memories. I expect less than 20%. It is important to your new master that your basic personality and complex of personality traits be as untouched as possible. He wants a boy, not just a sex-toy."

I was still quite worried. Nothing this doctor said relieved this. And I did not WANT to loose NY memories. They are what helped make me, me. I was locked into a small but comfortable room. Only the windows on all four sides gave men privacy at all. And as I was thinking further on this memory thing, I realized that there WAS at least a few memories that I could easily do without. But now I was worrying about the other things entailed in my modification. He said that I would want to have a master as much as my master wanted a slave. And there were also other things. They were going to make sure that I would respond sexually to not only being a slave, but to whatever my master wanted to do to me. I had to admit that I was already so aroused by this prospect but there were many thoughts that kept me so worried. I was suddenly so scared that I would be tortured and stuff. I realized the next morning that my food had been drugged. otherwise would never had gotten to sleep.

Finally the day had arrived. By this time I was thoroughly frightened. So much so that I tried to fight the two big guys who after cleaning me both inside and out, started strapping me onto a grav-cart. I finally had to give up. I didn't stand a chance. After all I barely weighed 110 pounds and combined they had 10 times more muscle than I did. I was eventually surprised how comfortable my position was in spite of feeling several straps immobilizing my legs which were slightly apart, and my arms which were immobilized several inches away from my body. My body also had straps at my groin immediately at the top of each leg, across my waist, my chest, and across each shoulder. I was one well strapped down boy. I was brought into another lab room with all kinds of monitors.

Doctor Dogood looked down at his new subject boy with both excitement and even a little affection. He then address those present.

"Doctors and gentlemen. We will proceed with an entirely new brain pathway modification process. This is revolutionary in that we will have the actual participation of the boy himself. Though some changes will be necessarily non-consensual, exactly HOW these changes are rerouted and reprogrammed will require the passive accommodation by the boy himself. In phase one he will not be able to direct the modified pathways, but his mind will merely show us the best way to make the changes. In phase two, the boy will then become an active participant. By then, the new changes coupled with his strong predisposition for not only becoming a slave on the sexual level, but even on an emotional and cognitive level, will ensure his cooperation. He will WANT to facilitate his own modification into becoming our newest Boytoy, and his master's slave."

I was so aroused by my bondage situation and the IDEA of what was to happen that my fright and worry receded quite a bit into the background. And when a long tube was put into my penis, and a rather large plug into my rectum, I was about to have an orgasm. Then additional tubes were put into my nose and mouth. Sealed in place.

Doctor Dogood addressed the assembly again. Coupled with implants already in place in the boy's testicles. penis, rectum, and all other erogenous zones, along with the remote monitoring allowed by other implants, we are now ready to proceed. The boy will probably experience his first intense orgasm within ten minutes as his brain is 'rewarded' for accepting the modifications. Note that this entire procedure is to a large extent sexual, though emotional and cognitive components are even more involved."

Then I looked up and was startled to see my future master. I guess I shouldn't have been, but I was now so emotionally charged that it had slipped my mind that he would be here. He tenderly touched my head and I felt my self responding with some affection. In was partly in response to affection that I also read in his eyes and felt with his touch. I was suddenly so relieved that he would be there for the coming ordeal. I just hoped that it would be as painless as claimed. The doctor said that even though the beginning could cause some emotional distress, that this would eventually give way to my WANTING the process to continue. I found this difficult to believe but I obviously had NO choice. Strangely I was somewhat aroused by the idea of this happening. And I was even a little bit LIKING the idea of becoming a slave.

My master then said: "Boy, please believe that I will love and care for you for the remainder of our lives."

I started crying. I wanted this so badly. I realized that my whole being -- to have someone to love me. I was now determined to make this whole thing work out. I couldn't speak, or even move much of anything but my master put his hand into mine and I squeezed hard. He smiled and squeezed back.

Dr. Dogood then said: "We can begin. When I activate this control, phase one will begin. It will probably take about three to four hours."

I watched with both anticipation and fear as he touched the control. I felt a strange sensation in my mind, and then suddenly I was remembering.