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This is an explicit story about kidnapping, nonconsensual sex between men,
bondage, and domination. If such subjects offend you, or you're not of legal
age to read such material, quit now. You have been warned. This is purely a
work of fiction. While I believe the technology described herein is
possible, I am not aware of it actually existing, nor do I advocate its
development or use. The author is in no way responsible for anyone's damages
or injuries from attempting anything written here.

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***** Chapter 4: Performance

I peeled off my sweaty red leotard and walked into the shower. Another
student, with 443 on his permanent collar, asked me if I wanted to fuck
him, but I didn't feel like it, so I turned him down. He walked off,
disappointed. I washed up and dressed quickly, lacing on my now-comfortable
pointe shoes. Dinner was the usual good stuff. The computer gave me more
than I usually got these days, and insisted on dessert, too. I shrugged and
ate it all. I started to walk out, but a staffer stopped me. "The
Headmaster would like a word with you, 461."

"Any idea what he wants, sir?"

"He'll tell you. Now, get a move on!"

"Yes, sir."

I went where he pointed, and found myself in a private dining room with the
Headmaster and nobody else. The table was clear, and he sat facing me. He
looked quite good; not only did his gold leotard fit every curve, showing
off a very good-looking body, but he was looking at me kindly.

"Have a seat, 461." I sat. "How do you like your life now?"

"Well, Master, when I got here, I wasn't sure about it, but now I have to
admit that I'm happy."

"Would you leave now if you could?"

I gave that one some thought. "You know, Master, my original impulse was to
say that I would...but as I thought about it, I decided I don't think so.
I'm happier now than I ever have been. No worries, no cares."

He smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. Follow me."

We got up, and went through another door into what was obviously his
bedroom. He turned and hugged me. "Tonight is for the two of us, 461.
Anything you want from me, just ask, and we'll do it." I looked surprised.
"I'm the Headmaster, in case you didn't notice. I can do anything I want
except leave, or bring in a woman. If I want to let one of the students
have his way with me, I can do that too."

I nodded, dumbfounded. He unzipped my leotard. "Tonight, we're just two
lovers having fun." He pulled my leotard down, then my tights, and fondled
me gently. "Go ahead, take your clothes off." I did, slowly, not daring to
speak. He hugged me again, and I could feel his erection. He put my hand on
his zipper. "What are you waiting for?" I unzipped him and pulled his
clothes down. As he finished undressing, I grew hard. This was the first 
thing resembling a romantic encounter since I'd been here, and the
atmosphere was having a powerful effect on me.

He climbed into bed and patted beside him. I quickly joined him. He kissed
me, hard, and I couldn't help kissing back. He smiled at me. "I think
you'll remember this night for the rest of your life." He began kissing and
licking down my body, slowly. He started with my neck, and spent more than
a little time on my nipples. I never knew that could feel so good. I was
breathing hard right up till the time he stuck his tongue into my navel and
licklicked. That tickled! I broke out into giggles, which he silenced with
another lingering kiss.

He moved down further, and took my hard dick into his mouth, every last bit
of it. I could feel his teeth on the base, and his tongue worked, slowly,
slowly. It was maddeningly close to getting me off, but not quite. I pulled
his head right up against my body, but he still kept licking oh so slowly.
I growled deep in my throat. He took that as a cue, and stopped entirely
for a moment - and then sucked hard and licked furiously. I went over the
edge and spurted down his throat. He swallowed and licklicked and sucked,
and I finally ran dry and collapsed backward onto the bed. He licked me
clean and then crawled up next to me.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome...and let that be the last time you call me Master
tonight."

"What do I call you?"

"Don't call me anything. Tonight, it's just the two of us, and we're
equals."

I smiled and hugged him. "You know, I could get to like this."

"You mean you don't?" He tickled me a bit, and I squirmed, giggling.

"Hey! Cut that out!"

He did. We snuggled for a bit, hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Something struck me: I hadn't been wearing a condom.

"Uhm...what happened to the condom I was supposed to use?"

"You're fine. You've been tested for diseases for the past couple of years,
and came up negative every time. You don't need one any more."

I could feel him get aroused next to me, and I was beginning to wake up
myself. I reached down and fondled him. "Your turn..."

I turned over and rubbed my butt up against his erection. He didn't need
any more encouragement. A bit of lubrication, and he was easing into me,
making sure to take it slowly enough that I could accept him. He was nice
and big and long, and I was pleasantly filled for a moment. When he started
to pump into me, it was heavenly. I moaned softly and squeezed. "Mmmm,
that's nice," he said, and pumped a bit harder. I kept squeezing, not
enough to make it hard for him, just enough to be nice and tight. Once
again, he was maddeningly slow, enough to make the pleasure last. I didn't
think I could take any more when he sped up for a moment, thrust deep
inside me, and filled me with warmth. We moaned together for a long moment,
and then he withdrew and snuggled up to my back. "That was nice...thank
you."

"Thank *you*. I really enjoyed that." I used a handy towel to wipe us both
clean.

"Most men enjoy getting fucked, once they get past the cultural barriers."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"I've seen it happen over and over. It's a physiological thing."

"Amazing. Well, that's certainly what happened for me."

He yawned. "Let's get some sleep...we can continue in the morning."

I realized I was tired, too. We crawled under the covers, snuggled up close, 
and were asleep within moments.

When I woke up, it was early in the morning. The lights hadn't come on yet. 
I rubbed the Headmaster's back, and he woke up. "Mmmm...good morning."

"Good morning."

He looked at the clock. "We've still got time...want to fuck me?"

He didn't have to ask a second time. I threw off the bedclothes, then
climbed to my knees behind him and pulled him up to all fours. The lube was
handy, and I remembered I didn't need to use a condom any more. Before I
knew it, I was inside him, and pumping for all I was worth. It felt even
better without a condom: for the first time, I could feel the friction. I
slowed down to try to make it last, but came quickly anyway, spurting deep
inside him. "Oh...man..mmmmf." I rested there for a bit after draining
myself, and then withdrew slowly. I toweled us clean again. This time, it
was me who started the kiss, but it lasted long enough that it didn't
matter.

We walked hand in hand to his private shower. We washed each other, rubbing
all over, and enjoying the time alone. He asked me if I would suck him, and
I said no. "That's okay. I won't make you. This time is for your
enjoyment." It was over all too soon.

When I walked out, I saw two piles of clothes laid out: his gold leotard,
and...a black one? I picked it up and looked at the 461 on the collar.

"Congratulations, 461. You're our newest performer."

I smiled wide. There wasn't much else I could say: "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome. You've earned it, and your promotion party."

"That's what last night was?"

"Yes. Hurry up now and get dressed. You've got a lot to do."

I did. The cool black spandex slid over my body, and felt just right. He
zipped me up. I gave him another hug.

He led me out to his dining room, where we shared breakfast. Afterwards, we
went to a room I'd never seen before. He turned me over to a couple of
staffers. "This is our newest performer. Get him set up for traveling." He
smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and went out.

The staffer looked at me. "You lucky so-and-so. I wish I could be a
performer. Oh well... Take off your clothes."

I did. I lay down on a table, and held still while he put the now-familiar
tube in my nose and lungs, and then another in my other nostril. "Swallow."
I did, and he slid it fully into me, down into my stomach. As he pushed a
catheter into my bladder, through the hole that had been made so long ago,
he explained, "This is why we made this change. You'll enjoy yourself more
without having to come around a catheter." I wasn't sure what he meant, but
I couldn't ask.

Next, he covered my body in Vaseline, head to toe, and taped pads over my 
eyes. With that done, he began wrapping me in wet plaster bandages. "We'll 
take a body cast, and then work from that. This will take several hours. 
Just relax." With my legs wrapped, and the plaster hardening, he stroked me 
briefly, and I got aroused again. He wrapped my genitalia in plaster. "Need 
an accurate cast of this, for sure." He kept wrapping, enclosing each finger 
and toe separately, and had me completely encased in a little while.  
"There. We'll be back later to let you out. Enjoy yourself." I lay there, 
not having much choice in the matter. It was surprisingly comfortable as 
long as I didn't try to move. If I tried, I found that it was impossible. I 
hadn't been this tightly restrained since I was sent here, way back in the 
mists of the past. I could barely remember that experience.

Eventually, I dozed off. After a while, I woke up, and struggled to move
for a bit before remembering where I was and relaxing again. I tested my
strength against the cast a few times, but couldn't budge even a little
bit. I was surprised to find that that aroused me, and my dick grew again,
and filled its separate compartment. That felt especially strange.

The staffer finally returned. "Had enough, 461? Well, whether or not, it's
time to let you out." I heard a buzzing noise, and the shell vibrated
around me. "This cast cutter will cut the plaster and the bandage, but not
your skin. Relax, and we'll have you out of there in a little while." I
didn't have any choice: I waited. Finally, the top half of the shell was
lifted off of me. "Easy, now...sit up slowly..." I did so, and immediately
got dizzy. "Here, just relax a moment. Have some water." He held a cup up
to my mouth, and I drank the little bit that was in there. "Take it slow."
The dizziness passed. I moved out of the way while they removed the bottom
part of the shell. "Lay back, now." They removed the tubes from my body.

"Uhm. That was intense."

"Yes, it is for most folks. Better get used to the idea, though."

"Oh? Why?"

"You'll find out...but for now, just ask yourself why we need a cast of
your entire body."

I did, and wasn't sure I liked the answer. I decided not to push the issue.
One thing I'd learned was not to ask too many questions, especially since I
would most likely find out anyway.

"Feeling better?"

"I think so, sir."

"Good. It's dinner time. Take a shower, then you can go eat and hit the
sack. Your work will start tomorrow."

I showered and dressed, still enjoying the black leotard, and got dinner.
The computer didn't give me much food, but then I hadn't worked all that
hard anyway, so it was enough. I climbed into a more usual bed, but didn't
go to sleep too soon. I tossed and turned a while in my bunk before finally
falling asleep.

I barely managed to get up the next morning. I got dressed, and gathered
with the others in black. The teacher gathered us up, as usual, and we went
to a well-appointed practice room.

"Welcome to the Company, 461. I've been watching you for a while, and
you've impressed me with your passion and technical ability. It's time to
put that to work. We've got an engagement scheduled in a month, and you'll
be dancing in it - if you've worked hard and gotten ready." He smiled.
"This is why you've been here all these years. Make the most of it."

The program for us turned out to be learning and practicing the different
ballets we'd perform in public. I struggled to remember everything I was
supposed to do. Fortunately, the teacher understood that it was a new thing
for me, and worked on correcting my technique where it needed it - not
often - and leading me through the parts I was having trouble remembering.
We did that for the next few weeks, and I learned how to dance with the
others and make it look good.

"Very good, 461. Tomorrow, we start dress rehearsals. Enjoy your dinner
tonight." I wondered why the teacher said that, but when the dinner I got
was the best food they had to offer and plenty of it, I shrugged and
enjoyed.

The next morning, there was a table set up in the practice room. "You
first, 461. Strip and lay on the table." I did, wondering what was going
on. I didn't have to wonder long: Two staffers quickly put the tubes in my
nose, one for my lungs, the other for my stomach. Plugs were installed in
my ears, cutting off all sound. They showed me a globe polished to a high
gloss, then split it open in three parts. The biggest one went behind my
head, then another for my face from the nose up. The tubes went into
openings made just for them. My mouth was then opened, and the last piece
was placed, complete with a gag that filled my mouth with no room left
over. They pressed, and the foam lining cradled my head exactly as I felt
several clicks. I could see through the helmet, but couldn't move a muscle
of my face, or hear a thing. I could suck on the gag a little, but that was
it.

The staffers then showed me a large, polished penis and balls. It split
into two pieces. They latched one half to the ring around my dick that had
been there forever (and which I'd almost forgotten about), laid it and my
balls out inside, then snapped the other half in place on top of it. It 
looked like I was having a giant erection, even though I was my usual size
inside of it.

I'd thought I couldn't hear anything, so I was surprised when I heard "Can
you hear me, 461? If so, sit up." I sat up. "The plugs in your ears are
connected to a radio receiver. You'll hear the music, and anything I tell
you, but nothing else." Great, I thought. "Your performance clothes are
over there." He pointed. "Get dressed, and wait by the wall over there." I
walked over, found my clothes, and looked them over. The tights were more
of a unitard, and went up to my chest with straps over my shoulders. The
leotard had an attached hood and gloves, and the only openings were for my
legs. I put it on, and closed the zipper up the back, then found the one on
the hood and closed it too. I was totally enclosed in spandex. I had no
trouble breathing through the hood, and could see reasonably well, though
not at all below my nose.

I waited for the other performers to get their helmets and such installed,
and get dressed, and then we waited in line. I looked at myself in the
mirror, and saw the same thing I'd seen on the Tonight Show so long ago: a
guy in a black leotard and pink tights with a big erection, who couldn't
say a word and wouldn't show anyone his face or hands. Now I knew why.

The teacher came up in front of us. "Everyone ready?" We nodded. "Good.
Now, we'll run through everything again. We've got three days of rehearsals
before we leave."

We spent the next three days rehearsing. The hardware and the clothes
didn't come off for sleep, or meals, either. We ate and drank by undoing
the hood, then plugging a tube into the hole in front of our mouth and
sucking on the gag. We slept on cots in the practice room. We went to the 
bathroom in a john next door. Nobody but the teacher and the other
performers saw us. I didn't sleep well, but did manage to get some sleep.

On the fourth morning, the teacher woke us. We had a breakfast of whatever
sludge they were feeding us, and then the teacher lined us up. Staffers
rolled in what looked like large shipping crates on dollies. The crates all
had numbers on the sides, and, sure enough, one said 461.

"Stand by your crate." I stood beside the one that said 461. "Take your
clothes off." We did, and the staffers opened the crates. "Get in." I
looked. There was a depression, lined with foam, that was shaped just like
me inside, and one matching it inside the lid. On the bottom side, where my
butt would go, was a large probe-looking thing. "461, you haven't done this
before. What you need to do is climb inside, then impale yourself on the
probe. That's how we deal with your wastes while you're in shipment." I
wondered about that, but climbed in anyway. The probe was in the right
position, so I lay back and eased myself down onto it. When I was in place,
my body fit the depression perfectly. The staffer turned a knob and the
probe expanded inside me; when I was sure something would rupture, he
stopped. He then placed a catheter in my bladder and hooked up tubing to my
helmet. He closed the lid. I started to panic, but it was closed and
secured before I could do anything. I tried pushing the lid open. Nothing.
It wouldn't budge.

I forced myself to calm down. After all, I'd survived something like this
before, and they'd been doing this for years. I'd just have to get used to
it. My dick surprised me once again by swelling in its metal cocoon,
filling it up and straining at it a little bit.

I waited - all I could do - for a while. Finally, a metallic voice filled
my head. "Everyone's ready now. The trip will take two days. You'll be
released when we get there. Relax and enjoy the ride." What else could I
do?

I could feel myself being lifted and carried. The ride was bumpy, but
short; I was set down again with a thump. There was another thump as
something - probably another performer - was set on top of my crate. I felt
vibrations as an engine started, and then we drove away.

The next two days passed slowly. I'd doze off, wake up, panic for a moment,
remember where I was, relax, drink a bit, try to remember what I was
supposed to do, ponder my situation, doze off...over and over. I lost
count.

I woke up, finally, because a blast of cold air hit my skin. I tried to sit
up, but the probe in my ass stopped me. "Slowly, 461. Let me close the
probe first." The teacher's voice was metallic. He was now wearing a silver
leotard with gloves and hood, and the size of his head showed he, too, was
wearing a helmet like mine. He reached in and turned the knob, and the
probe shrank. He then removed the catheter. "Now pull yourself off the
probe and climb out." I did, gingerly; this time, I was able to do it
without hurting anything. "Get dressed and wait over there." He closed the
lid and pulled a drawer open; there were several sets of clothes, and my
pointe shoes. I pulled out a set and dressed, then looked around. We were
in what looked like a storage area for a theater, with sets and such
stacked by one side. I waited.

When everyone was out and dressed, the teacher lined us up. "The theater is
ours, and closed to everyone but us until an hour before showtime tomorrow.
Let's go look the place over." We walked out onto the stage. The house
lights were up, so we could see. It looked like a typical theater, with a
stage with a wood floor and curtains and so on.

"Take some time and work the kinks out. Stretch, exercise, get loose. We
won't work too hard for a while yet."

We spread out and did whatever seemed best. I ran through a more or less
standard set of barre work and such, without the barre, and then some light
exercises. I felt a lot better when that was over.

"Okay. Places, everyone. We'll run through the program once, and then rest
up till tomorrow." We did just that. The music was loud in my ears, and I
had no problems dancing well. Watching the other ballets that I wasn't a
part of, I realized that I had something to be proud of: here I was dancing
with one of the best ballet companies in existence - and I'd started from
nothing, a flabby computer geek with swivel-chair spread. I stood a bit
straighter.

When rehearsal was over, we went back into the storeroom. One crate was
standing on end, and it turned out to be a shower. We undressed, showered, 
had "dinner" (more of the same of whatever we'd been drinking), and then
climbed back into our crates. I expected to be closed in, but the lid was
left open.  The teacher leaned into my crate and said, "One thing you need
to know, 461. You must stay within 50 feet of me at all times. If you
don't, your control implant will decide you're trying to escape, and kill
you. Got it?" I nodded. "Good. I don't think you'll try it, but just in
case, keep that in mind." I fell asleep again, the probe in my ass feeling
strangely comforting.

The next day, we awoke, and had another rehearsal. By the time we'd
"eaten", showered, and dressed, it was getting close to showtime. We waited
for the crew to arrive and receive their instructions, and then gathered in
the wings. I didn't have a part until the second dance, so I watched as the
first dancers took the stage.

The curtain went up, and the audience applauded! I could see their
enthusiasm, even if I couldn't hear anything but the music. The dancers
onstage gave it their all, and it showed. When my turn came, I put all of
the passion I could into my dancing. I could see flashes of the audience,
watching us raptly, as I danced my part. I wondered how many of them wanted
to join us, and what they'd do if they knew the price we'd paid to be
there.

The program progressed. I didn't realize just how hard I'd wind up working,
and when we reached the end, I was breathing hard. The curtain call was
exhilarating, though: the audience let us know their pleasure with a long
standing ovation. I would have grinned from ear to ear if the helmet would
have let me.

We went backstage as the curtain fell. "Great work, dancers! You've done
the Company proud, and I'm proud of every one of you, especially our newest
member. 461, dance like that and you'll take us to new heights." I stood up
straight and still, the happiest I've been in a long, long time.

The rest was anticlimax: strip, shower, eat, climb back into the crate, get
the catheter reinstalled, be sealed in. I was too tired to panic, and fell
asleep right away.

The two days of the return trip passed more quickly. I think I slept longer
each time, though I'm not certain; the wake-sleep cycle was still there,
but the brief periods of panic weren't as bad, and it was more boring than
anything else to be awake.

This time, I was awake when my crate was opened. A staffer released the
probe and removed the catheter, and helped me up. He led me to a table
where the helmet, metal penis and balls, and tubes were removed. "Relax,
461. Take your time." I looked up at the teacher and smiled. He smiled
back. "How do you feel?"

"When we got that standing ovation, I felt...fulfilled. Like I was finally
in the right place, doing the right thing."

"You are, 461. This is your home, and you're destined to be a great dancer.
Keep working at it."

I got up and dressed, in the normal (for us, anyway) clothes. We went into
a dining room, set lavishly, and proceeded to enjoy the best dinner that I,
at least, had ever had. The Headmaster - a different one from the one who
had given me such a nice promotion party - was seated at the head of the
table. When we were all done (and well stuffed, having eaten much more than
usual), he said, "Welcome home, dancers. You have done well. Your
performance the other night was the kind of work that has given this
Company its world-class reputation. You should be proud of yourselves. I
certainly am proud of you."

We all basked in the praise. It was never given lightly.

"Now that you've eaten, the rest of the day is yours. You won't have to do
anything else until tomorrow morning. Enjoy yourselves!" He left. The
teacher led us into another room, with soft cushions everywhere and dim
lighting. We looked at each other.

The teacher grinned. "Well, dancers? What do you think we should do?"

We grinned at each other, and paired up. Zippers slid down, shoes came off,
then leotards and tights. Before five minutes had passed, everyone was
engaged in some form of sex. I wasn't alone. The teacher had taken me for
his own. "Now you know why we stay, 461. You are truly one of us now."
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