Dirt
BoyToys, Inc.
Part 7-9
Part 7 Special Lab G1 (And A Serious Life Change)
(Perspective of Jim, computer expert)
It has been almost a full year since I have become a regular guest of Dr. Dogood at his lab. I felt particularly fortunate since I know of no one else that has been so privileged, but I was now really missing those visits. I was fortunate to get the job with the company in the first place. I was simply a computer jock. I mean I was in the upper percentile of my class, but still, there are literally thousands at that same ability level. But I was 23 with my new doctorate and happy. I had a career and was hoping for my dream job. I was secretly fantasizing even being permitted to sample a few of their products so to speak, even though that was an impossibility! And when the physical I took right before my first interview was so utterly exhaustive I felt they were bound to find some flaw. And then when I was asked to volunteer for a special interview with one of their psychologists, I was not about to not-volunteer. I had to sign a waiver to undergo a portion of the interview under some drug but that was OK. They assured me that there would be no side effects and that some people even never remembered what had happened. I guess I was one of those who forgot. I always wondered what had happened during those two hours but when I got confirmation of a job offer immediately afterwards, I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
So I was now quite pleased when I received this last invitation from the good doctor to visit him. But since this time it was in a section of the lab I'd never been in, I was more curious than anything else. In fact I had never heard of Lab G1. So anyway, I received directions and there I was waiting. But only for less than a minute.
"Ah Jim, I am so glad you could make it today. You know I so enjoy showing you our cutting edge technology and techniques. I know you are always so enthusiastic. And I have some VERY good surprises for you today that I positively know you will enjoy."
Now he had my juices flowing, and my penis was already starting to swell. "Thanks so much doctor. I appreciate the special attention."
"Think nothing of it boy. Think nothing of it. I might have mentioned in my electronic missive to you the new work we are pioneering in a brand new portion of our experimental labs."
Dr. Dogood ushered me into an area of the lad that looked quite new but with body tanks for long term gene-splicing mods that were of unusually large size. There was, however, the same hustle and bustle one saw among people who truly enjoyed their work. I was finally shown into a small room that had a seeming over abundance of monitoring equipment, and mental and behavioral conditioning apparatus. There was even the newest in holo-entertainment centers so that the 'patient' could be spared the usual boredom associated with the long periods between gene splice therapy and even surgeries. But it was definitely state of the art.
I was excited not only to meet the new boy that would eventually be 'boy-toyed," but also to learn of his specific fate.
I looked around at the doctor and could see a strange expression on his face.
"Thanks again doc for allowing me to see your latest. Is the boy here yet?" I was recalling an episode a while back when I was actually invited onto the team that kidnapped one of the two boys that became the new subjects. I was thrilled even if for a so minor part.
"Actually, yes and no Jim. Let me explain. This is quite a departure for us. This new service will be to provide a boy who mentally and emotionally can withstand total forced slavery and even frequent light to moderate torture, and still respond positively to a single master. And more than that, the people we would be accommodating want someone, who with the proper training and conditioning, will eventually become willing participants but without any diminishment of the person's personality."
"But doc, I can't imagine any boy knowing their own minds to be able to do such a thing. It would be purely hit and miss at best. And still I wouldn't want to give any good odds at its success."
I really thought this way too optimistic. I thought that the good doctor was finally trying the impossible.
"You are correct of course. But we have finally bio-engineered a way around this obstacle. We will start not with a child, but with an appropriate adult, someone, say, in his early twenties. We will then, with our advanced technology and techniques, physically revert him to say 11 years of age."
Remembering my own fantasy, I was stunned that it may even be possible. But of course a fantasy is just that. Not to be taken seriously. I would only want to live it occasionally anyway.
"Wow. That is possible?"
"We believe so. Especially with the perfect candidate which we have been closely watching over the past several years."
"You have this person here?"
"Yes Jim. You're very intelligent. Can't you guess who will be our first experimental 'man-boy'?"
I suddenly did, and I also was remembering the meticulous care that this company makes to assure that any prospective 'BoyToy' is totally incapable of escaping. I almost collapsed. The good doctor smiled. All those special invites. That special exam. Those special moments when they could monitor stealthily my responses to what I was seeing.
I didn't even try to resist. I knew it was useless. And at least a small rebellious portion of my brain was even excited.
Dr. Dogood held out two halves of a metal collar. "Put this on Jim. The ends will automatically seal closed."
I did as he asked, sealing my own fate.
"Of course you probably have an inkling just what that collar does Jim. Can you also guess that?"
"Probably makes it impossible to leave this room, or set of rooms, and perhaps also can inflict pain if I fail to cooperate."
"Bravo Jim. One hundred percent."
I was still feeling shaky. My life as I knew it had ended. But at least I would still have a sort of life. He said that I would be conditioned to accept my role as someone's slave. My brain was already in survival mode. I even laughed at the irony of the situation.
"I guess that this time I will be watching the process every step of the way, huh doc?"
The doctor laughed at my attempt at humor.
"I observe that you can still see a real future. I observe that in your reaction. I was sure you'd be the perfect subject when we first hired you. At that time we were looking at 14 other prospects."
At this time Mr. Boyton entered the room. He walked over and looked at me intently. Finally he said: "You will make a good boy-sex-slave. I almost envy you. To stay at 11 years of age the rest of your life."
The doc added: "Yes. We plan to have you regressed to about the physical age of a 10 year old prepubescent boy. Old holos of you that we have been able to gather show that you were quite cute!"
I was shocked that they intended to revert me back that far. To pre-pubescence. I couldn't even remember if I was having sex at that age at all. In fact I knew I wasn't. Shit!
I was totally blown away. And scared. Could they REALLY do this? I was going to be turned into a BoyToy? I was thinking of my 7 inches [18 cm], quite proud of its perfect form. I also liked my pendulous large testicles. Of course, if these crazy people have their way, my penis will soon be back to a mere 3 inches [7½ cm], and my balls, I didn't even remember, but smaller by far. I almost cried at the idea of losing my sex drive and all that sex I was getting.
But the doctor said he knew me even better than I knew myself. He must have seen my shocked expression too. "I guess you are now bemoaning the possible loss of your sex life, boy. But do not grieve. If we are successful, and I have all the confidence in the world we will be, in about a year from now, having sex will be a significant part of your future use. For the remainder of your life in fact. Think about that. Some people dream of that in their more outrageous fantasies. In fact we know that you have had such fantasies. Remember that visit to our psychologist? And that 2 hour period that you don't remember? Well we have it all recorded. You were a raving sex machine. And so submissive. You will be the first of a new line of sex slaves made specifically to our clients specifications."
Of course I was also hoping for some kind of life apart from being a sex toy. But what the doc just said seem to dash that. I wondered just who might be this customer that wanted me for sex? And torture?
Mr. Boyton spoke as some of my blood returned to my face: "When you are finished with your modifications, you will look like this.
The holo-image that came up was quite cute in a way. The boy was not exactly me at that age. The skin was even darker to be almost black. And the features were even more Negroid. And I was bigger at ten though not by much. There were also some slave jewelry on this image. Besides the metal collar and leash, there were manacles about his wrists and upper arms just above the elbows, and similar ones about his ankles and just above the knees. The boy wore a chastity device that consisted of a wide belt and thin extension that went between his legs and up the crack of his ass. It held in place a series of very constrictive rings along the length of his penis which sprung outward at 90 degrees. His two small balls were forced into some network of metal including a flattened ring just below the penis. There was a final wide ring about the base of the penis behind the scrotum. The penis also sported some kind of rod that was shown exiting the urethra with a quarter inch [6 mm] to spare. Below the testicles there was some kind of hefty guiche ring, connecting two other hefty rings encircling the boy's thighs right below his torso. These in turn were attached to the upper portions of his wrist cuffs. There were also a kind of metal framework or glove, that forced the boy's hands closed. The bands about the lower upper arms were also affixed to the upper edges of the wide waist belt. There was a small bar connecting the ankle shackles. Another bar connected his upper leg shackles. There were small rings through his nipples. The boy's mouth was filled with an extremely wide gag, that even included small metal pegs that exited his mouth both below and above his lips – right through his flesh. These were in turn kept in place with two semicircular and rounded pieces of metal through which the pegs also penetrated. I assumed something in the boys mouth kept it in this position. I also suspected there would be some kind of full gag. The collar was quite wide and also made of metal. The final item was some kind of tube the edge of which barely showed at the end of the inside of each distended nostril. Where these went to inside was only a guess, but I suspected they were in place to keep the boy breathing when his throat and mouth were otherwise occupied.
Mr. Boyton smiled at my reaction seeing the holo image. That was one TRUSSED UP BoyToy! He then smiled and told me the rest.
"Here are the specifications from our client. The boy must be modified to withstand up to and including class four torture on frequent occasions, including long term moderate electro-torture. His libido must be maintained at a 0.52 on the Menchner Scale." He stopped reading and exclaimed: "Wow, I don't think this boy will be able to concentrate for long on much of anything but sex."
At this I almost went into total shock.
"The boy will be conditioned to love his master," he continued, but which I barely heard.
I was wondering if that were even possible considering what was to be my condition for the remainder of my life. Of course I then realized that everything I saw and heard had made me outrageously aroused.
"The boy will be incapable of disloyalty and want no other life for himself."
I was then remembering what had been done to those two black twins and realized that this was entirely possible. I could only console myself in that I would apparently be happy with my new life. I decided not to fight this at all. There was no point. I knew how effective BoyToys, Inc. and their methods could be.
I didn't resist at all as I was placed naked on a gurney and brought into an operating theater. They said that with new technology I would be conscious for the entire set of procedures. I would be medicated so that I could not move but I'd be aware of what was happening. Fortunately I would not feel any pain. First they removed my testicles and replaced them with small marble sized ceramic implants that were supposed to contain an imprisoned colony of genetically altered bacteria that would produce a hormone that would allow me to stay prepubescent – when I arrived at that stage – but yet experience extreme sexual desire and intense orgasm. Just no sperm. Then several brain implants were inserted at strategic locations. Then, with a some new bio technique, these implants sent neural fibers throughout my brain. I never felt a thing. Finally, neural implants were inserted into my penis and prostate.
Three days later the first of a series of gene-spliced DNA was injected into my blood stream. I was supposed to take about a month for this first transformation to take place mostly decreasing my body mass and also my adult physiognomy. I was sedated and placed into a bio-tank to take care of my intake and output needs for this month. At least I would not go stir-crazy.
A month later, when awakened, I found myself strapped into a bed with Dr. Dogood smiling in my face. I was glad it was a smile. At least nothing horrible had happened to me. Other than what was intended that is.
"Ah Jimmy, you are with us again. That took a little longer than we thought but all is OK. You are now a 65 pound [30 kg] weakling!"
His brand of humor. And I suddenly realized that the weight was probably accurate. I actually felt remarkably good. Vibrant in fact. And I was THIN! I LIKED being young again.
"Doctor, I feel good."
I was also amazed at my new voice. It was a kid's voice. I tried to move but couldn't.
"Could you please remove these restraints. You know I'll cooperate."
"Just a precaution, Jimmy." The use of Jimmy instead of Jim had the strangest effect. It was that that made me feel most like a real 10 year old. "Don't try to stand or walk yet. Rehab people will be in shortly. You have a completely different balance that you brain needs to adjust too. And your muscles aren't quite strong enough yet either."
I was also roaringly hungry. They fed me liquids. Said my stomach had to recover yet.
Three days later I was running around like a little kid. Literally and figuratively. I was buoyant. I was also kept completely naked which surprisingly I got used to easily. I liked the freedom of it somehow. Mr. Boyton even visited me a few times. I was apparently famous – in their world anyway. I also suspected I was being drugged. I was entirely too happy with my situation.
The next time Dr. Dogood came to see me he had the next series of gene-splice injections. These would be more gradual and I would be under normal hospital care.
"You are doing well Jimmy. This splice will start the necessary changes in your digestive, urinary, and immune systems. We will also be removing your teeth when they loosen up enough. That will also happen."
"Doctor, am I getting drugged so that I feel this good?"
Dr. Dogood stared at me and replied: "So I guess that you guessed."
"Please discontinue them. I'd like to face this in my real state of mind. Please. As a former friend."
Dr. Dogood looked unhappily at him and then sighed: "I hope we can still be friends. And yes, I will discontinue the mood altering drugs. Just don't hurt yourself please. You are far too valuable. You have already cost us several million credits."
The second day was real rocky. I even asked to be restrained myself. My mood swings were tremendous. One moment I could not stop crying, and ten minutes later I was at least able to function almost normally, being resigned to my fate. Fortunately, over the next few days, I was feeling much better. But not quite really happy.
Then the doctor came in and said that tests showed the new changes were advancing at a good rate. "In about another month, we will start your brain pathway and mental adjustments."
A man entered whom I thought I almost recognized. Only he seemed too young. He was. It turned out it was his father who owned half the universe. Ok, that's was a gross exaggeration but he was inordinately wealthy. So I guess his son was likewise. Though his son was almost unknown to the media. Then I added up two plus two and got six.
He was not handsome, but rugged was a good word. And there had to have been some oriental blood in his genetic mix. That along with his dark complexion, made me drool a bit. I supposed I was fortunate that my future master would be someone I could lust for.
I greeted him in my high kid's voice: "Thank you master for visiting me." And I lowered my head. I guess I really shook him up. Probably the only time I'd have one up on my future (or I guess current master). Surprisingly I even felt a small thrill.
"He seemed to re-gather his equanimity and asked Dr. Dogood: "I see you have already started his mental conditioning, doctor."
"Actually Mr. Hughes, it has not been started yet. His implants are still non-functional."
"Oh, the drugs he's on must be pretty powerful."
"Nor is he on any mind altering drugs."
At this Mr. Hughes seemed incredulous. He looked at me and commanded: "Look at me boy."
I did, keeping my expression as neutral as possible given the circumstances.
He then asked: "Tell me exactly why you have spoken such."
It was now my turn to be perplexed. I wasn't sure. "I can not say precisely master. I just feel resigned to my fate and I thought I'd surprise you. Please, I meant no disrespect, master." And I didn't. "I just felt like this was perhaps the only time I would ever have a momentary upper hand so to speak."
Mr. Hughes had a few different expressions hit his face and finally settled on a smile. And then he laughed uproariously.
"Don't you worry boy. You will never get another opportunity. You WILL be my slave boy. And fulfill your role as intended for you. Do you know fully what I intend to do with you? And to you?"
"Possibly not master. But I know that I will be in physical bondage, will be required to service you sexually, and be tortured to provide you with sexual stimulation, and possibly to maintain the slave-master relationship. I really do not know your motivation. I am scared."
"You have a right to be scared, but you will be conditioned to accept and even enjoy your role. And your perceptions are almost on the mark. I want you to also respond sexually to your torture. That is why your body will be modified to withstand it. It is also my desire that you eventually come to love me. That is why your brain implants will be shut down just before you are delivered to me."
I was flabbergasted. My implants shutdown? That was the first I'd heard of this. I even started to have an inkling of hope that I can retain much of my personality and original brain function.
"Ah, I am glad that I can surprise you too."
I don't think Dr. Dogood also know his intent. He looked just as surprised.
"Master may I speak?"
He at first looked as if he wanted to refuse my request. But then he must have thought further into what we had just discussed.
"Only if you remember that you are the slave. I will not bargain. I command and you obey."
"Master. Perhaps you might realize that the more my mind retains its original thinking abilities, the more I will be able to come to a true love, and not one that is bought at the expense of my will. Of course I admit there is a true risk for you."
Mr. Hughes looked thoughtful and finally said: "I will think on your words."
He then started discussing me with Dr. Dogood, as if I were not there.
"Yes, I think we picked well. He is as intelligent as you had claimed. He is also cute. What other changes will be made in his appearance? I want a very black boy. And remember, emotionally and physically I want a true 11 year old. With the few exceptions as I've noted. But most importantly, I want him to react as a 11 year old! You stated that those brain modifications were possible."
"It is a very complicated matter. It has to do with a lot of subtle physiological and brain pathway changes. It will be difficult to accomplish and not reduce its intelligence significantly. A 11 year old thinks differently than an adult."
"But this is paramount. Even if you must sacrifice intelligence."
"Very well Mr. Hughes. It will have to be done in small increments so that he will eventually become a quite precocious 11 year old."
"And I want his libido so elevated that he can never fully stop giving some conscious thought to his sexual arousal. And I want him to be able to have multiple and intense orgasms. Even under torture. And that brings me to my own sexual enhancements."
They left the room and I never heard the rest. I did not know whether to be appalled at what he requested or relieved. An emotionally accurate 11 year old? Can that even be done? And I wasn't even sure if I could accept being a true 11 year old again. Of course one with a rabid sex drive. That part I didn't mind. At least he intended to allow me to have sexual orgasms. Well, I would never have any say anyway.
A week later, I had all my teeth pulled. They had gotten very loose and it was an easy chore. There were a couple minor operations to my gums so that implants could be put in place. I remembered that holo of that impossible mouth gag and wondered. And I was also quite sexually charged.
The next day I was force fed through my now semi-permanent gag, and also my implants were activated. The ones in my brain and also those in my testicles and prostate. I went through 10 days of agony. No it didn't even hurt. But I could feel some of my memories slipping away. And I could even consciously trace a change in my thinking. The next series of gene splices were also implemented about a week before all this happened. I was unaware until later. These were the ones that not only so enhanced my sexual response and libido, but more importantly how my brain received and processed this information. The area of my brain that interpreted sexual response and desire was enhanced. And more importantly my emotional responses and brain pathways changed gradually to that of a 11 year old. I found I literally had no control over my rapid emotional changes. OK, not quite true but it felt like it. And I seemed not to be able to nuance my process of reasoning. Damn it, I FELT like a 11 year old!
And I was gradually realizing that I LIKED the idea of becoming a slave. And especially my sexual response to it was almost overwhelming. Just the idea of being a slave, and being restrained and forced to do things almost put me into orgasm. On the fifth day, when I was forced fed through my gag, I did have an orgasm. In 10 days I was a very different person. I could even remember being somewhat different, but many of my memories were totally gone. And I craved sex ALL THE TIME! I was totally and forever HORNY! And what most got me sexually excited was the ideas and circumstances of my slavery which I had not only totally accepted, but also craved. I was even starting to thank this Mr. Hughes for picking me to be his slave. I was GRATEFUL and felt most fortunate. And I became impatient for this whole process to be completed. I asked Dr. Dogood, to whom I will be forever grateful, to please hurry it up if he could.
"One more month my boy." And I truly felt now like a boy. And I reveled in it!
"But we still have to finish modifying your urinary and immune systems. And then there is also your integument and underlying tissue, and their response to torture. And also your musculature. We need faster recovery times. And even your internal heating system. You want to be comfortable naked at all temperatures don't you?"
I readily agreed but told him to hurry. I couldn't wait. I got scared when he mentioned torture, but decided not to worry about it until it happened. I was also realizing that adults worried too much about unimportant stuff. And I couldn't wait to impress my new master the next time I saw him. I was SOOO grateful that he picked me to be his slave. I was sure that I was going to be the best slave boy there ever was. And all that sex stuff, I couldn't wait. Wow, was I horny. It was a good thing they had my hands restrained or I'd already be disobeying my master by masturbating. I now realized at least a bit why I was to be in bondage much of the time. Besides I didn't care because the idea made me feel SOOOO sexy and aroused.
The next two days were filled with my final surgeries. The first day eight holes were punctured through the area right above my upper lip and also right below my lower lip. One was even put through near the end of my tongue. Then my urinary tract was rerouted to a small bump right between my anus and my testicles. This took quite some time. The surgeon said that a small valve was annealed to this openings that only my master could open or close. Then more holes were put through the base of my penis right above this urinary valve. Next four holes were put entirely through my penis from its base up to just behind the glans, front to back. These holes even went through my urethra.
The following day there was some surgery was done on my nasal passages. The surgeon said it was to install tubes so that I could still breathe even when something was put down my throat. I knew what that was all about. And I got so aroused again. I was getting so aroused all the time. Especially since I was always naked. Then something was fused to the skin around my wrists, the area just above both elbows, my ankles, and the area above my knees. These were so that I could have permanent cuffs placed there that would not chaff me. Thinking about that got me all aroused again. Two tiny holes were put through my nipples. And finally a single hole was put through my scrotal sac, between my fake balls and my penis. I asked about that and was told that the flattened ring around my sac there would also have a part that connected it from front to back right through my scrotum. I was so excited about all these neat changes. I couldn't wait to get all my rings and stuff. The doctor said that after the stuff was installed on my scrotum and penis I would never again be able NOT to think about them. I couldn't wait. Of course I almost couldn't ever not think about them now. The only thing that made me a little concerned was about the gag they said I'd have in my mouth most of the time. Well I decided to let him worry about that.
Twenty-five and a half days later the waiting was finally over. My life was just starting as far as I could figure. I was sad that had I wasted so many years, but I was so happy when my master came into my room. He was followed by Mr. Boyton, and Dr. Dogood. Both of whom I will be forever grateful. I almost forgot and ran over to hug my master. Just at the last second I finally remembered to kneel at his feet and bow. I thought for a second what a good spanking would feel like, or even a good flog with a strap. I sort of knew I would mess up and find out. But I didn't care. Just the idea itself had my penis rigid and dripping. All 3 inches [7½ cm] of it. My balls were swinging below and they felt good even if I knew they were small fakes the size of marbles.
"Boy, that was very sloppy. Next time you will greet me properly. I will show you. This time I will only give you two swats with my whip."
He had a small crop. I remember seeing the thing in some movies. Wow did it sting on my bare bottom. I couldn't stop from yelling or crying. Part of my crying though was because I had failed my master. I became even more determined to do what my master wanted. And somehow I think I became even more sexually aroused if that were even possible. I LIKED being hit. Well sort of. Wow was that curious. I even fantasized a little about being REALLY whipped.
Then two other strange men also came into the room and my master led me over to a weird looking chair that I'd never seen before. I had these strange memories that I knew all about this stuff. It was similar to a gynecologist's chair but had all these straps. He commanded me to sit and put my arms and legs on the four extended 'arms' of the chair. I did and he quickly REALLY strapped me down. My butt hole and my testicles were wide open of course. It felt great. I REALLY liked getting strapped down like that.
First my master had these two guys bring over this big machine which fitted over my right leg which was momentarily freed. My ankle first felt this weird pressure and then weight, and then the machine was moved up to my thigh. Again some pressure. When it was pulled away I saw these two metallic looking bands around my ankle and just above my thigh. They were sure heavy. The same was done to my other leg and then my wrists and upper arms. I was allowed to see close up the one put on my right wrist. When I touched the opposing sides around certain spots on the cuff, a small metal loop somehow sprung out. It was surely meant to be attached to some other chain or cord or whatever. I was impressed at the technology since when it collapsed back into the cuff, it looked entirely smooth. I assumed all the other cuffs worked the same way. Then this thin stiff bar was also connected to the insides of my ankle cuffs. I was told to practice walking with it. My straps were released and I felt kind of weird without them. I needed help with my balance at first but smiled when I got the hang of it. I had to take baby steps. Then I was strapped back down but this time, my legs were left free. Then my master said to watch as he sort of twisted the bar between my feet. Suddenly the bar lengthened a few feet and my legs were split far apart. He said it was now a spreader bar and I remembered seeing them in commercials for bondage equipment. These variable ones were quite expensive. Another twist and my feet were a foot [30 cm] apart. Then a bar was attached between my thigh cuffs. I again was released and told to practice walking. This time it took a lot of practice. Wow was I really hobbled.
Next, after being strapped down again except at my waist, my master really smiled as he took out my chastity device from its box. The waist belt was about three inches [7½ cm] wide and consisted of woven metal thread, covered underneath with some synthetic that my master said would actually temporarily bond with my skin when fastened. I soon felt what that would feel like. He put it around my now very slender waist, and it snapped together in the front. Then he touched a spot and I at first got this really crawly feeling but soon it was quite comfortable. Then he touched another spot and it tightened and became quite stiff. This was less comfortable. Then he took out a stiff metal band about an inch [2½ cm] wide. About five inches [12½ cm] later it split into two thinner bands, and later these joined to form a thick round cord which a few inches later became a wide band again. The thing was flexible along its flat plane but not in any other direction. My master demonstrated this. He was very concerned that I fully understood what he was doing to me. I cold easily reach inside me sort of and tap into all the information and understanding my former adult self had but I liked it better being just a boy. I was sure glad I could be just the kid when I wished. This was attached first to the middle front of my belt.
But before anything else was done my master smiled as he took out this rather large butt plug – especially for just a small boy hole. My eyes widened in apprehension but my master reassured me that it would easily fit. He said that it was somewhat flexible and was just smaller than his own penis. This thing was almost 9 inches [23 cm] long and fully two inches [5 cm] across. Wow, I really couldn't wait to see his penis. He started slowly pushing it into my rectum without any lubrication. He claimed that it wasn't needed because of the special material it was made out of. I'd heard of these before, but again never owned one since they were prohibitively expensive. I also knew as a fact that it had a lot of other functions that could be turned off and on with a remote. It could also change shape and keep that new shape. I was REALLY looking for feeling some of its more esoteric functions. Even the electrical ones. BOY did it fill me up! And did it sure rub on my prostate! The bottom of the thing attached to the band of the chastity devise as he placed the two separated parts around my small genitals, up inside my tender crack, and finally attached it in the back. It felt amazing. I really liked the feel of it.
But then he showed me the actual chastity rings. These were a different story. They were meant to TOTALLY frustrate a penis that simply HAD to engorge! And was not allowed. The thing I found out was that it had another portion that fitted about 4 inches [10 cm] into the urethra of my 3 inch penis [7½ cm]! I had never seen one quite like this before. This other portion looked like a polished rod about 4 inches [10 cm] long and a full 3/8ths inch [1 cm] thick. I blanched realizing it was thicker than my piss hole.
"Boy, now this won't hurt me a bit. But it WILL hurt you." Some humor. I tried to laugh but failed.
"Yes master."
It really DID hurt as he started inserting it up into my penis. I would not have been able to sit still. I was glad I was strapped down. But I sure yelled and cried a lot. It took a full minute for it to be pushed all the way. Only about a quarter inch [6 mm] stayed outside. It hurt a little less when he stopped pushing but I was still crying from the pain. I couldn't help it.
"Please master, make it stop hurting."
My master got this stern look and asked: "You are now giving your master orders boy?"
Through my tears I managed to say in a weak voice: "No master. Sorry master."
"Good boy."
I felt so good when he said that. I tried harder to stop crying. But couldn't.
Then he pushed something at the top, and pulled on the rod. I was astounded to see four tiny rods sticking out of my penis both front and back through the 4 sets of holes previously prepared. I now knew what those four holes were for. The pain was almost all gone. I think when the 4 smaller parts stuck out both the front and back of my penis, the rod got thinner.
"Thank you master."
"Don't thank me yet boy. The chastity devise is not fully installed yet."
Then he showed me the four solid rings and the one that broke open in the middle. They were connected by two thin metal rods that ran on opposite sides of the rings. These were to be fitted along the sides of my penis he said. They kept getting smaller as they went on. The one that he said fitted just below the glans of my penis, also where the first thin rods stuck out, was way too small to fit. In fact all of them looked too small. Or so I thought. He then said that the next pain I felt would REALLY hurt. He even tightened my straps holding me down into the chair. He also reattached the one around my waist and added two more at the very top of my thighs. He put a small gag into my mouth. I got suddenly VERY fearful. Then a jolt went through my penis that would have thrust me through the ceiling. I think I even got bruised from the straps. I didn't scream. I couldn't. I had no air in my lungs. I had expelled it all when the pain hit. But I sure yelled when I finally was able to get some air. I would have broken some ear drums if not for the gag. As it was I could think of absolutely nothing else but the searing pain. And just as suddenly it was gone. How could something that hurt SO BAD, be over just like that? I didn't care. It was gone. But I still couldn't stop from crying again.
But my master was very patient. He waited 'til I was able to watch again. He even wiped away my tears with his own tender fingers. I looked down to see a thin elongated penis, now stretched another half inch [12 mm] probably with the spreading of the pins. But width-wise it was shriveled. The rings fit on easily (except for the last which was snug). Each successive ring even bonded with its corresponding pair of pins. He snapped together the ring at the base of my penis, right between my body and my testicles and it was finished. Or I sure hoped so.
"There we go boy. I will take it off when we go to bed tonight. I am looking forward to our night of pleasure."
I no longer felt any pain. It was almost like it happened in a dream.
My master released my bonds and helped me to stand and then walk around. With the hobbles on my ankles and thighs, and the huge shaft up my behind, it took some getting used to. And thinking about bed tonight with my master I was suddenly getting all aroused again. And then those rods and rings became my sole focus.
"Aaahhhh! Master it's terrible! Please take it off! Please!"
My penis so wanted to engorge but it couldn't do it all the way. It started puffing up between the rings but they HURT. Not even close to that one shock, but still, it was building and never ending dull pain right in my penis. "Delightful is it not?"
"Master, it is not."
"Ah, but for me to watch you it certainly is! But I will confess, you will usually wear chastity devises that are not so painful. Just frustrating. But today is special."
I sure hoped so. And I ruefully thought that I sure won't stop thinking about my penis while this was on and in me!
"Ok boy, onto the chair. We need to finish."
I was in torment, but I was at least getting a bit more used to the infernal thing.
This time one of the two men who came in with my master came over to assist. Or rather my master assisted him. And I was remembering that holo that was shown quite a while back.
First my master brought out a weird sort of pair of metal rod gloves. They reminded me more of a 'skelleton' glove. They easily fit over my hand, fingers, and thumb. Then he touched a button on a remote and the rods all constricted and my hand was quite forced into a fist. I tried to move my fingers or thumb or even my hand but could not. Only my wrist. I was more curious than frustrated however, and brought my one hand close for a good look. Wow, they felt weird. My hands were totally imprisoned. I would not be using my hands for much while these were on. And that of course was their purpose. To help make me totally dependent on my master. Right now I couldn't pee, or take a dump, or do much of anything without my master' s help. For some reason, however, this excited me more than anything else.
But I was not done. There were all those other holes put in me.
My master then took out a weird flattened ring about a half inch [12 mm] in diameter. It opened into two distinct pieces. Then there were two very small rings that had a small gap. And finally a large ring perhaps two inches [5 cm] in diameter and an eighth inch [3 mm] thick. First the two small rings were inserted into my nipples. They were about a half inch [12 mm] in diameter and barely a sixteenth inch [1½ mm] thick. I was sure glad that the holes were already there. It was the other guy who then brought over a small soldering looking device. He fitted it over the ring, snapped it shut, there was a little heat, and there was the ring permanently attached. And so with my other nipple ring. I sure wished that my penis didn't bother me so much so I could enjoy this more.
Then the guiche ring. It was more massive and went through more flesh. But very quickly it too was permanently attached. And finally the weird one for my testicles. This fitted tightly over the top of my testicles and now I could see a piece that actually went through the small hole in my scrotal sac. A small snap and the two halves were one. But this one must have been very different. A huge machine was wheeled over and now the other guy got involved. My entire sac, ring and all, together with my stiff penis were fitted into places in the machine obviously matching the sizes of my own parts. The machine was 'closed' around my entire genitals. Then this other man started making readings apparently off the side of the machine. He kept touching a touchpad but nothing was happening. Then suddenly I gasped as an amazingly strong orgasm hit me so unexpectedly. I collapsed into my master's arms. It was so intense all else was forgotten. It was absolutely the most forceful orgasm of my life if not the longest. I gradually recovered to find the machine gone.
"Master, please may I speak?"
"Yes boy."
"What happened master?"
He smiled and answered: "That ring is very special. Micro-fibers from it extend from it and into the nerve trunk that goes from your testicles to your brain. It directly stimulated your testicles and penis for only a tenth of a second as the fibers attached themselves correctly. I thought you'd like that."
The under statement of the year.
But there was one more huge thing to be done and I was a bit fearful. A strangely shaped ring which looked partially bent towards itself was shown. It also had sixteen small projections, and I remembered the sixteen holes in my lips. My master put a jaw spreader into my mouth, opened my mouth very widely while one of the other men put the very heavy ring, projections and all, into another thing with two handles, and inserted it into my mouth. The spreader was momentarily widen severely and I gasped in pain. Just as suddenly it was all over. I could feel the ring set into places in both of my now toothless jaw. My mouth was widely stretched open but fortunately not painfully so. Then after only the strange ring remained, another soldering-iron looking devise was inserted, it touched the ring and I could actually feel it bond to the tiny pegs already set into my upper and lower jaws bones to permanently anchor the ring. Then all eight pegs were fitted through their respective holes above my upper lip, and this small thin, semi-circular piece of metal, with eight small holes, was fitted over the protruding pegs. Then it after it was snapped into place my upper lip was held firmly in place. The same man then inserted a thin blade like device under the snug semi-circular metal piece, and grunted.
"It was well designed and well made Mr. Hughes." One of the technicians stated. "No problem with blood supply to the upper lip."
Another similar piece was snapped in place over the bottom pegs and then tested. It too was deemed good. Then one final indignity was performed. A small flattened peg was inserted into the small hole in my tongue and this was then snapped into place on the bottom portion of my mouth ring. I could barely now move my tongue. Finally, a thin beveled metal cover, with a projecting full gag was pushed into my mouth. It was quite form fitting as it took up my entire mouth. The outside flanges of this cover were then snapped into place onto the two semi-circular metal pieces. My mouth was well gagged and stuffed. And I started to panic as I realized that I'd never talk again so long as this diabolical device was inserted.
My master must have realized what I was thinking. "Do not fret boy. Only the inner ring, the one set into your jaws, is permanent. And this can be collapsed to allow you to close your mouth on occasion. Or move it in speech. You will probably need a little practice, however, since your lips will not be quite as mobile."
I was then stood and two large rings were opened, threaded through my guiche ring, and secured around my thighs tight to my butt. Their small outside projection were then affixed to my wrist cuffs. Likewise, my upper arm cuffs were affixed to my waist belt. My shoulders were forced high, and my arms and hands were now virtually immobile.
Then one more thing was done that had me startled. A prong like handle was pushed against my collar, a spot was touched, and the collar fell into two pieces and was removed. I had thought that not possible. I thought it, along with the mental thought governor, as I thought of its computer chip, was permanent. For some reason I felt devastated. The collar I so much associated as a symbol of my permanent slavery. I started crying.
Again my master realized what I was feeling and thinking.
"Do not worry my boy. I have brought you your own special collar. It indeed WILL be permanent. Remember I had promised you that I would allow your mind now to be your own."
Instantly I was relieved, and pleasantly surprised. Out of a box of fine artistic inlay, my master brought forth two halves of a magnificent metal collar. The thing was about an inch [2½ cm] and a half wide, and fully a half inch [12 mm] thick. The way he hefted it, I knew that it had considerable weight. He quickly fitted it around my neck as I took a kneeling position before him. When the ends were properly aligned it instantly and permanently fused into one solid piece. I was now forever my master's slave. I cried in joy so overwhelming, that for a full minute I forgot about my testicles and my own sexual arousal.
My master and I embraced. We were one.
My naked body, with its doubled leg hobbles, arm and hand restraints, neck collar, mouth gag, and chastity device, was quite at my master's mercy. I was thrilled. I had to be helped to my feet. My master then attached a leash to a projection from my tightly fitting and quite massive collar, and he commanded me to follow. I did. I was going home.
Part 8 The Contest
There were only five of us invited for a free, all expenses paid, visit to the unrivaled human modification labs of BoyToys, Inc. I was quite ecstatic when I found out that among more than 5000 entrants, I was a finalist for the tour.
The process had been formidable. The first survey was simple. We had to answer a list of multiple-choice questions about different sex scenarios and the ones we liked best. Also part of that included which role of the participant did we fantasize about being put into. It was pretty straight forward especially for me. Ever since I've been getting these neat free downloads from an affiliate of BoyToys, Inc. I've realized that I was so turned on by being controlled and made to do stuff. Sex stuff of course. The one thing I could never understand though was all that pain thing. NOT for me. But this last batch of downloads showed exactly how a BoyToy was created from a live boy.
Every once in a while I start to fantasize about being five years younger and then being kidnapped by them. And of course being made into a BoyToy. And I can't seem to make up my mind. As I am watching a certain scenario, it seems like THIS is what I'd like done to me. I get SOOOO aroused. I cum in buckets. (I have pretty big testicles for being just 15). But when the next download comes, I have a new all time favorite. Especially that one which made the boys into half boy and half animal. I thought they kept just the right amount of boy so that you knew it was still a boy, yet made him have amazing animal characteristics. Ever since that survey way back, each week we were given a choice of a few different scenarios. I wanted them all of course but we had to choose. I seemed to always wind up choosing the most extreme one after all. And they even gave a way to code our downloads so that NOBODY can find them. (This is sure important for me since I have the most conservative parents on the planet. I can't even tell them that I am gay. How bad is that)? How the hell am I EVER going to get a boyfriend? But just last week I got this new weird program. I had to watch and listen to all these strange sights and sounds, and then tell them how I was feeling. They said that the original 1500 chosen after the first survey was now down to just 16. And only the top 5 would get this special all expense paid tour. Of course my parents would NEVER let me go. Hell, what they do in that lab is not even legal where I live.
I got an instant message today which said that I was in the top 5! Wow. I will unfortunately have to tell them that no way can I really go. Too bad. It would have been a complete sex blast. Just think! To actually SEE a few new BoyToys! I've seen holos of them after they are completely modified, especially with all that mind conditioning that they do. Wow. They eventually LIKE what has been done to them! (I'm sure having all the sex you can possible have is a huge part of it). Of course I never did go for all that pain stuff that some of them did. I really couldn't understand how they could like that. But to be forced to do all those other things, and to be SO trapped into all that bondage stuff. Wow! Now THAT turns me on. And, well let's face it, I LOVE sex. I can't get enough!
I sent my coded electronic message, disappointedly telling BoyToys, Inc. that I couldn't make the trip. Five days later, I was home alone. My Mom had gone to help her parents move, and my father had been unexpectedly been called into work. I never got along with my father too well, and I once even overheard him say something to Mom that I was a mistake to have been born at all. Something about forgetting to take her monthly pill. But I liked that they both had careers and essentially left me on my own mostly. This time was no different. Dad didn't even say goodbye when he left.
About ten minutes later this big ground car – it was actually a small transport – stopped in our drive. I was quite surprised when three big guys got out and came to our door. Two were bringing an absolutely huge crate that they needed a grav-lift for. I wondered what Mom or Dad had ordered. I opened the door after turning off the security patrol. I was too curious to wait. But before I could even speak the lead guy sprayed a gas into my face and suddenly, in less than a few seconds, I dropped to the ground. I could see and hear everything, but I just couldn't make any of my muscles work. I started to panic wondering if I were going to be killed. And then WHY?
They effortlessly carried me inside, leaving the crate on the enclosed car port. The first guy spoke: "I guess you're wondering who we are. Well Jake, we are from BoyToys, Inc. and we just could not allow you to miss your trip. We needed five boys and you make five."
I couldn't speak, and although I was less frightened, I still was very scared. They were kidnapping me and I was not so dumb that I couldn't finally make the connection. I started realizing just how stupid I'd been. They were going to make me into a BoyToy! And although I was somewhat aroused by this idea, a certain dread descended upon me. A sex toy for life.
It was almost as if they knew what I was thinking. He added. "And just to make your day even worse, let me show you just what we have in store for you. This is what you will become."
He smiled in triumph. And then replayed a miniature holo-cube. It only lasted 3 minutes but my mind was now TOTALLY filled with panic! NO! Not that! This was worse than I could have even imagined!
But I had no chance. They quickly took all my clothes off, put me into a kind of bio-suit where all life functions are maintained, and then carried me out to the crate. Though I was totally unable to see, I could understand pretty much what was happening. The catheter that was put into my bladder was now emptying into some sealed container. My butt was totally plugged, and my nose had a cannula fitted all the way into my throat. My mouth was stuffed with a plug that allowed me to take a sip now and then. I was finally able to move a bit as the drug wore off but then suddenly the lid was put on and the crate filled with foam, arresting all movement on my part. As I felt the grav-lift bring the crate back to the van I realized that my life, as I knew it, was over. There was absolutely no hope. I would eventually become modified to become the object shown to me in the house. I cried uncontrollably. And bemoaned my utter stupidity.
A day later, I was released from the crate and brought into a room that had a series of five small – very small – cages. Four scared boys were already in the first four. No one could do more than moan as each had this huge gag in their mouths. They were also completely naked. Three were crying, while the fourth just looked outward with a dazed expression. There was no point in resisting. I was put into the final cage and a gag was put into my mouth. My penis of course betrayed me as it became solidly rigid.
With not even a word to us, three lab workers came into the room bringing with them a small bio-tank – about boy sized. I knew from their holos that this was the first stage of the gene-splice. Once I received that injection it was all over. Since a bio-tank was being used, and I'd be unconscious throughout, I knew only VERY MAJOR modification was in order. I started to wonder how come I never worried about this when I saw it being done to other captive kids. The first boy collapsed as he was dragged out of his cage. The injection was made and he was then fitted out with numerous tubes and wires and then fixed into the tank and sealed in. A few minutes later I could see him drop off unconscious. Just then some big shot came into the room followed by several other men. He was addressing them.
"You can see here one of the boys has already been started on the first of four major splices. This will be a very aggressive campaign. Their modifications will be quite severe. This first one will maintain their bodies at their current stage of development. Their testicles and penises, however, will be drastically reduced to about the stage of a six year old since they will never have any further use for them except that their prostate and other glands will certainly force them into not only continuous need for sexual release, but enable them to have nearly continuous and intense orgasm. In fact, eventually their libidos will reach between 9.0 and 9.5 on the Menchner scale."
One of the men gasped: "But that will mean that almost no other thoughts other than ones concerning sexual matters and the continuous need to orgasm will ever be part of their thought process."
"Precisely. Eventually other splices will make their mouths and throats and their rectums become very adept at giving a magnificently tight fuck to penises that range in size of several inches in length and less than an inch [2½ cm] wide, to ones over 12 inches long [30 cm] and up to 2¾ inches [7 cm] across. This is very necessary considering their only roles in their future lives will be to function as fuck and suck machines. Their digestive systems will also be modified to help accommodate their restricted diet."
I was horrified to hear so boldly what was to happen to me. I saw the 3 minute holo but did not know what I would be force fed for the remainder of my life. I started crying again.
"One more thing gentlemen, let me show you their brain implants that will regulate their behavior, the little of it there will be."
I was being fitted with numerous tubes and wires for my own bio-tank by the time they left. I was so in shock that I never did resist. Besides the three men had more muscles in their arms than I had in my entire body. After being installed into the bio-tank, I could no longer even move on my own. I was in such total despair. The inoculation was then put into my vein, and my fate was sealed. The next time I was conscious would be in my new form. And I realized that this was even worse than being made into a regular BoyToy.
The next thing I knew, I was being lifted onto a full service bio-bed, and although quite weak, I felt remarkably well. But I knew what was to come and started shuddering, and crying. A doctor came up to my bed and was addressing a few others out of my view.
"Gentlemen, this is going to be a great departure for us. This boy will now be fitted with a series of major restrictive devices which will permit him ONLY that small movement he will need to accomplish our needs. Note also that several composite rods will actually be thrust through his body so that we will have complete control of his future body movements. Note also that he has been temporarily drugged so that he will not resist our efforts in this regard. Note also the tears. He knows his fate."
At this point I was maneuvered into a cradle position and my hands and forearms were actually adhered to the outside of my lower legs and feet. This glue was temporary, but what was NOT temporary were the three bands of special composite that were adhered to my body. The first band encircled my wrist and my lower legs just above the ankles. The second was placed near the top of my forearms and around my lower leg just below my knee. The third was placed between these two. Then a machine was brought over and these bands were permanently emplaced.
"Note gentleman that these bands are now part of the boy's very body. They even have sent fibers into his bones. His arms and legs are permanently attached. Now for something new even for us. This white rod is stronger than hi-steel yet is capable of being permanently implanted into this boy's body. Note these holes that run through both of his ankles. Watch."
The rod was put into one of these holes and then through the one in my other ankle. Then my legs were positioned far apart. It was very uncomfortable but I would have a lifetime to get used to it. Then cables were fitted to the ends of the bar which now stuck out from both side by about a half foot. A switch was hit and the bar became permanent portion of my body, held permanently in place. The cables were removed. I cried realizing that I was essentially unable to move. But there was more. A white framework was positioned about my neck and hairless head.
"Now this head cradle will also be affixed permanently. It will only allow the boy movement of his head up-and-down, depending from which position the various penises are to shoved into his mouth for sucking. Of course that will be under our control and not his."
Again two cables were put onto two parts of the cradle and the switch was again hit. I could feel it adhere to my head, neck, and upper back. I could no longer move my head at all. But it was actually a relief since I longer had to strain to keep my head in any one position.
The doctor continued his explanation: "And now gentlemen, the final pole. This one, along with the one through the boy's ankles, will be the pivot points of his body as it progresses through the daily line through the various animal-boy pens. This boy, along with the other four, will need only concentrate on one goal. To suck and to be fucked. All other things are done for him, even his daily movement through his living domain. At various times during the day, his face will be attached to a forced feeding machine which will address his nutritional needs. Of course his primary diet will be what he obtaines from all the various penises shoved into his mouth and throat."
At that point another white rod was fitted into the very long hole that started at the outside of one shoulder, through my shoulder blades and upper spine, and through my other shoulder. I could no longer move my shoulders up and down or even forward and back. Again the rod was sealed into place, and became a permanent portion of my own body. I was thankful that it at least caused no pain. These two rods, after being affixed to the moveable assembly line that wove its way through the various animal-boy enclosures, could also be adjusted to make sure my mouth and ass hole were at the right height and angle for the various penises that would be using them. I was still so frustrated that this was to be my place in life forever. I had stopped crying but was still horrified at my fate.
"Notice that since this boy will never need his penis or testicles, that the penis has been reduced to that short hard, pencil-thin, one inch [2½ cm] projection that you see above his now bean sized testicles. One other thing gentlemen. You will note these special glands at his mouth and anus. They will emit powerful pheromones that will attract the sexual appetites of our newly modified animal-boys. As you know we have six different varieties at this time. Each one of these animal-boys has been modified so that their form is an exact replica of an animal. Note that physiologically, each animal-boy is still human, with the normal human physical needs such as food, and so on. But there is this main difference. Although each boy is still mentally and emotionally a boy there is the addition of some of the characteristics of each animal that they have been turned into."
"The monkeys will be rambunctious and very sex oriented. Their small red penises will be frequently jabbing at everything in sight. This new boy here, along with the other four, will be used for the animal-boys' training. That the animal-boys are actually boys will enable a sure and fast training time. The next pen holds the goat-boys. They will tend to be playful but of course very horny. Their long slender penises will easily be accommodated by our five special boys. The dog-boys will be playful, loyal, and friendly. And constantly wanting to lick these boys' sexual parts. Again these five boys have been modified to handle the exceptionally large knots that develop during the dog-boys' orgasm. The fifth animal is our donkey-boys. They and the horse-boys have penises of up to 12 inches [30 cm] but again can be accommodated by the new five recruits."
As for these five boys, as their implants will gradually be engaged over the next few days, and the boys' brains will be forced to remove memory and function no longer deemed necessary for their future roles; they will increasingly be turned into purely fuck-suck animals themselves. They will have no other role and thus need no other cognition."
"Hence the new implant in this boy will gradually turn off about one-half of his brain function. He will have his sight and ability to smell in place which will affect his desire for sex and his ability to enjoy it. Of course his libido will be gradually increased to the maximum we can force it. For this boy here it will hit about 9.0 on the Menchner scale. In other words, in a few days from now his ENTIRE desire and ability to comprehend will include ONLY one thing. He will have a continuous need and desire of having sex. He will suck with his front hole and he will be fucked in his rear one. Eventually no other thought patterns will exist. Of course this boy was special. Very few boys can be so limited in this way and still retain the full scope of enjoying sex. They usually start to connect the enjoyment of sex with many other things. But not these few boys. And our animals will sense this. They will be happy too. And that is our original goal. Each boy will be fucked constantly for 18 hours, and then have a 6 hour total down time where all sensory input is closed off to them. Essentially, in a few days from now, all they will be are fuck and suck machines. I told the boss I could do this with just five boys, and I will soon prove this.
Jake started crying again as he heard about his eventual fate. Total despair overtook him as he felt himself being moved over to a mag-lift cart to be brought to his final destination for his permanent installation. His body movements were strictly curtailed by the manner in which he was permanently trussed up. He was brought to what looked like two long parallel cables set on a strange pulley system. The cables were set about five feet [1.50 m] apart, hanging from them at short intervals he could see short brackets hanging down about afoot. The two poles which ran through his ankles and shoulders were now lifted upwards and they were now attached to four of these hanging brackets. He was now hanging with his butt toward the floor. He could see the other four boys now hanging in similar fashion in front.
Then he saw the same men he had seen earlier come into the corridor they now found himself. The head guy started to address them again.
"As you can see here gentlemen, now the five boys have been positioned onto the delivery system that will in turn bring them through all six of the animal-boy habitats. Their bodies and limbs have been so conditioned by their modifications, that these five boys need never be taken off this cable delivery system. We will watch as they enter the first habitat where the system and the brackets from which they hang will automatically adjust so that their respective holes will be in optimum position to be used by the animal-boys in question. Note also that in some cases their up and down orientations will be reversed depending on the way we want their holes penetrated. Note further that the cradles that have been permanently affixed to their heads and shoulders will automatically adjust their mouths and throats for the optimum angle. This corridor here is specifically designed to be their six hour resting place. Note that they will never need to be freed from the cable delivery system. When that control deems everything is ready, this section will automatically close off, jets of special liquid will bathe their bodies, and then arms will spring out to bring a nipple feeding device which will automatically be fed into their mouths. A device will clamp this nipple into their mouths, thus force feeding them what is deemed to supplement their diet of cum. Their bodies have been so modified to extract out every last possible bit of nutrition. A chemical in this feed will also trigger their bowel movements."
Jake started crying again realizing that he would never be freed from these cables and brackets. To forever hang by these two poles that transfixed his body. That forever held his legs stretched wide apart. That he forever would be the sexual object of training animal-boys.
"So gentlemen, since there are no more questions, let us proceed. When I trigger this remote, the implants within the boy's bodies will permit the output of chemicals within their systems so that within a couple days, these boys will be the horniest boys on the planet. In addition, their minds will soon degenerate to have their one needed focus – being fucked and sucking.
Jake screamed as the control was touched.
Eventually Jake could only consider and think about one thing – having the animal-boys fuck his rear hole and for him to suck their penises with his forward hole. Life was so simple and rewarding. He was totally content to let the mechanism make all necessary movements for him as he was brought from place to place. He felt so content. And even fortunate. How many other boys out there get to fuck and suck their entire lives and reach such amazing orgasms? He felt so content. And there was amazing variety in his life. Sometimes the penises were small, and something very large. Some had smooth tapered lengths and others had a huge knot. And there were wonderful varieties of both flavor and smell. Some mounted him with heavy force, while others were rapid and smooth. And then there was the amazing variety in position. Sometimes his mouth and throat were stretched downward so that the penis entered his mouth with the body of the animal-boy above his chin, while sometimes the hind legs were there and the body was touching his head. The same was true of his rear end. Sometimes the animal-boy will lay atop his tiny penis and stretch over his upper body. At other times he will be invaded from the rear. All this amazing variety!
And his one and only need is filled over and over again. No other cares existed. How wonderful his new life. Jake frequently smiled internally realizing that his dream of sex filling his life had come true.
Part 9 Turn About
The small 7 year old boy was minding his own business. He never noticed as I stealthily approached. Since I have been now recruiting solely for BoyToys, Inc., I enjoyed my job more, and felt more secure in that if caught, I realized that BoyToys, Inc. had the ability to 'buy' my freedom. Of course I was a professional abductor. Each abduction was meticulously planned and carried out. The small seven year old will have no chance. I was 27, at my prime, and if I have to say so myself, a powerfully built individual at 6' 3" [1.90 m], and 260 pounds [118 kg] of solid muscle. I was quite proud of my hard earned bulk. (Also of the 11 black inches [23 cm] between my legs). And no drugs for me. I did it all the honest way. This kidnapping was almost a no-brainer. My ground vehicle was ten feet [3 m] behind me with the portal open and awaiting. The tiny needle in my hand will render the boy unconscious in seconds. This boy was picked because he was entirely alone and had no close friends. He was also quite cute. Seven years old, blond hair, blue eyes, but with an underlying skin tone that gave just a suggestion of perhaps a darker skinned heritage. In other words, a boy so delicious I could eat him right here. I was not allowed to use him, but I would have the opportunity with another boy later. Perks of the job. This was to be entirely professional and I've taken pride in that all of my twenty-four kidnappings without the slightest mishap.
One last check of the micro monitors to make sure no one was near. The boy's habits were easy to map out. He never had anyone with him when he went to the park. I had just grabbed the boy's jacket behind his neck, twisted and raised my arm. This brought the boy right off the ground and then I slapped at his upper arm with the needle. I never used a pneumatic injector – too many things to go wrong. Just as the boy was starting to react by voicing an objection to what I was doing and to turn his head to see what was happening, I hit his arm and then yelled as the needle was deflected into my own hand. I looked up with a sudden shock as I felt the drug running rampant through my own body. FUCK! That was my last thought.
Until I woke up in some emergency room at some medical center. I groaned as I saw two hefty police officers and my wrist manacled to the bed. FUCK! DAMN! As instructed I never said word one.
Ten days later I was in some debriefing room somewhere in the depths of BoyToys, Inc. I was trembling. They DID NOT TOLERATE MISTAKES. Fortunately, after I explained what had happened, they seemed satisfied. After all, I had done very good work for them for a number of years. It seems that my needle had been deflected with a small arm band the boy wore on his upper arm below his jacket and shirt. How was I to know that? I also found out that someone later DID get that same boy. I was relieved when they left but then some computer nerd entered the room.
He extended a small screen and explained: "We need you to sign this statement. It is an explanation of exactly what happened, and what BoyToys, Inc., had to do to free you. It took close to 5 million credits and we had to use a bought judge that we were holding for a special task. Finally in this last paragraph is explained what you will do to make sure this never can happen again."
I hurridly signed giving the form barely a glance. "Don't worry bud. Next time I will make sure NOTHING goes wrong."
"I'm sure. We only need you now to report to room 13, Lab G! Dr. Dogood would like to show you exactly what will be happening to the boy you were supposed to have grabbed. A Mr. Quatrain Nichols WAS successful."
I groaned. I hated Quatrain's guts. Oh well. I was determined to never make such a mistake again. Even if I must research the boy a whole month!
I'd never been in the lab proper before and was fascinated seeing some of the boy's in their bio-tanks undergoing modification. I was really turned on watching one boy, no bigger than the boy I was to grab, who was now sporting a penis fully two feet [60 cm] long! And testicles to match! I wondered what he will be doing in the future. I also wondered how he would be able to walk with equipment that would do a stallion proud. Another tank had a boy about 6 years old with TWO adult sized penises at his groin, and one at the end of each wrist in place of his hands! A final tank had a boy, about maybe 15 or 16, without any genitals at all – perfectly smooth. His rectal opening was also so large I was wondering what he would be accommodating.
Dr. Dogood greeted me at the entrance to Lab G-1. I was surprised to see the tanks here rather large. But I was shown into a side room in which a small holo unit was temporarily set up.
"Since one of our procurers was just here with our new boy, I'd thought I'd take the time to show you exactly what is to happen to him – the same one that you had been commissioned to provide. This is the boy here right before his first gene-splice."
On the screen was a really cute naked 7 year old. The image was rotating slowly as we watched. He was well proportioned for his age and had just a hint of fat softening the lines of his beautiful torso. His skin was just a tiny bit dusky, but set off his blond hair and blue eyes magnificently. His face held a pert smile and held a glint of deviltry. His innocent expression was highlighted with his round cheeks set slightly high and his smile produced dimples. His small thin penis was engorged and jutting out a straight 1½ inches [4 cm]. It was circumcised and the head, along with the pouch holding tiny testicles, was slightly darker in color. Just seeing it I wanted so much to stick my finger up his little butt hole and suck on his penis.
As the boy turned I could see his spine trailing downward to his beautiful butt. The image stopped momentarily as the boy was bent over and his tiny brownish tinted pucker was shown. He was perfect and I realized why he had been picked by BoyToys, Inc.
Dr. Dogood spoke up. "Exceptional isn't he? He was picked primarily for his looks. His future task will be simple. I will now in virtual reality show what will be accomplished over the next five months."
A new image was shown but I could see no discernable differences except that now the boy was entirely bald. Unlike many people, he was very good looking that way.
"This is after the first gene splice but before any surgery. The usual changes were made, negating any effect from the usual hormones, and making sure that this will be a 7 year old forever. A chemical has been introduced into his brain tissue that will no longer allow the production of the protein responsible for the formation of any long term memory. The boy will forever live in the present and each day will be, to him, the first of his captivity. His testicles have also been altered so that when sucked on, he will come to a body shattering orgasm that will last as long as his penis is being sucked on. The small amount of liquid that will escape his penis will be a powerful sexual enhancement drug. This aphrodisiac will be able to both enhance the intensity and also prolong the duration of the recipient's orgasm. Note that the boy's prostate and other glands will be so augmented that he will forever have a libido of about 6.7 on the Menchner Scale. He will never again be able to be without a need for his next orgasm. No longer will he grow either hair or his nails. This was necessary considering the nature of his final installment."
I wondered what that was all about. I guess I will soon find out. The next holo showed a smiling boy but one that was also in the throws of a monstrous sexual need. But strangely his limbs were spread outward away from his body. It could be seen that he could move a bit but was totally unable to bring his legs together nor bring his arms toward his body although he was making an effort to do so.
"This is after his final gene splice. He is now prepared for his final installment. Note that his body is being held in a partial suspension field. This is being self generated by the successful implant of a life time battery pack within his very body and will also allow him to remain in a generally standing position indefinitely since all force is directed proportionately throughout his entire body. His penis will forever remain rigid and has been so enhanced that it will never suffer from nearly constant use. Nor will his butt hole which will get fingers inserted on a regular basis. In fact, the user, to obtain his sexual enhancement drug, will be required to insert his finger into the boy's rectum, stimulate his prostate, and at the same time suck on the penis. The boy will be able to provide this service indefinitely. In fact that is precisely his life task."
The next holo showed the final production unit in his final position of his owner's place of business. There seemed to be two boy's situated in elevated alcoves with their penis and butts at the perfect sucking level.
"These alcoves were equipped to take care of all the boy's needs including feeding and waste removal. When temporarily shut down, tubes will automatically be fed into various openings of the perpetually suspended boy and will both provide any extra nutrients and remove any urine and feces. His rectum will also be cleaned out. His skin care will also be taken care of. Because of the boy's situation, this will probably have to be done about once every four hours. From the boy's perspective, he will see himself permanently held within the suspension field, never to be able to exit his alcove. His whole task, to provide the sexual enhancement drug to its users."
The boy seemed held only by the suspension field making sure every square inch of his beautiful body was available for view. However, there was a strange severe gag set far into the boy's widely stretched mouth. I could see what appeared to be an actual plug taking up the entire area of the boy's permanently forced open mouth. There was also a row of metal pegs above the boy's upper lip, and also below the lower lip. These in turn appeared to be held in a small curved metal strip giving the boy the appearance of having a metal mustache above his upper lip, and a thin one below his lower lip. The devise looked purely evil. The boy's widely stretched open mouth was held immobile by this device. The front of the plug had a silver ring which I assumed could be pulled on to remove the large plug.
"As you can see, the boy's mouth is permanently affixed open, and is plugged. For a slight additional fee, the customer may temporarily remove the mouth plug, insert his own penis and fuck the boy's mouth. When the ejaculate reaches the boy's modified stomach, it triggers various chemical reactions that send other specially produced chemicals to his own prostate. Then, when the customer stimulates the boy to produce his sexual enhancement drug, it is now specifically tailored to the customers own body chemistry and becomes more than twice as effective. Note also that the customer can introduce both his hands and mouth into the alcove, but the boy is totally and permanently contained within. For his entire life."
I was totally mesmerized as a customer approached the boy who could only move any part of his body no more than about an inch [2½ cm] in any direction. The man grabbed the ring on the boy's mouth plug, and with a small twist, pulled it away. Immediately the boy seemed slightly agitated as he started moving his body the small amount allowed. Eerily there was barely a sound coming from the boy's mouth. I was then told that his voice had been permanently muted to a barely audible level. The boy's apparent ineffectual struggle was accompanied with a very low volume wail. The customer, who stood entirely naked, merely reached into the alcove, grabbed the boy behind his head with both hands, and shoved his engorged 7 inch [18 cm] penis into the boy's mouth. Now the boy tried to struggle more and also started moaning lightly but the man was quickly shoving his stiff penis in and out of the boy's mouth and throat with gusto. I could hear the boy gasping for air as the penis retreated, but then shaking again as soon as the huge member was shoved in until the man's pubic hair framed the boy's upper lip. Eventually the man shoved his penis into the boy one last time and held it there as spasm after spasm convulsed through his body. Eventually he retreated from the now wildly struggling boy who then drew in a large gasping breath. I could see a few tears dripping down the boy's face and hear a barely audible whimpering. The boy's struggles to move more than an inch [2½ cm] here and there, soon subsided.
The man, who had recovered from his own orgasm, then started sucking on the boy's still rigid penis. He also extended his entire finger up the boy's butt. The boy started moaning quietly and then was pushing his groin forward as the man continued to suck. Wow. I was ready to cream right there and it was only a holo. Eventually the man started swallowing the small output of the boy's penis while the boy's eyes seemed to roll back into his head. It was quite evident from the boy's weak gyrations coupled with his minor moans, that he was in the throws of a powerful orgasm.
"Damn doc. That poor boy seemed not to especially enjoy choking on that man's penis but is enjoying the action now."
"That is quite evident. And to think that this will be the boy's entire life task."
"Holy shit doc. You mean that boy will forever be held within that alcove?"
"Correct. When the owner decides that this particular boy has been in that particular establishment long enough, the entire alcove can be picked up and transported elsewhere."
"That kid. Just think; to never be allowed to do anything but be sucked to orgasm and force fed a man's jisim."
"Well the one compensation the boy has is that the orgasm encompasses his entire body and is very intense, very prolonged, and very pleasurable. Also the boy's memory will forever be on day one so to speak. Just imagine if the boy had his long term memory intact. He would remember literally millions of times of being used. Millions of meals of human spunk. Years and years of total captivity. And no hope. His despair would necessarily be quite profound."
Dr. Dogood had this strange expression as he looked at me. I started getting this terrible feeling.
"You will never again endanger this organization. You will be converted to a 7 year old, and the boy I just described will be you in about six months from now. I've seen photos of you when you were seven. Quite small and very cute."
I felt a prick on my neck and crumbled to the floor as some drug entered my system. Ten minutes later I found myself totally naked and secured to a grav-table and I was screaming internally as I watched the first gene-splice drug enter my system. I moaned as I was placed into the oversized bio-tank.
Six months later I was placed into my alcove. I soon saw my first customer. I was amazed at how intense the flavor of sperm really was. My toothless mouth was now permanently held open. I could barely move and was forced to swallow what now appeared to me an absolutely huge penis. I looked out of my alcove at the man before me and the realization that this would be my entire life had me literally quaking. Then soon after a finger was rammed into my tiny pucker hole, and my forever stiff one and three quarter inch [4½ cm] penis was engulfed in the man's mouth. I was given an entirely mind blowing orgasm. At least I would have that. But I wondered how I would be reacting say 10 or 20 or 30 years from now.
Dr. Dogood watched the holo of the man-boy's first feeding and orgasm. He smiled. He never did tell him that he had felt a final compassion for him; at the last moment Dr. Dogood eliminated the man-boy's long term memory. At least his day of being used will forever be his first.
Dr. Dogood turned off the holo and turned toward a very amazing set of identical triplets strapped to three padded grav-tables. His next assignment. These three 12 year old boys had quite a prospective future. It involved a continuous rotation of the three boys in a program of sex and torture. One will be forced to help a customer torture his own brother while the second brother will assist another man in molesting and raping the same boy. These roles will constantly be rotated among the three boys. These particular boys took two years to find. The owner of the boys wanted them not only to be homosexual and submissive, but he also wanted them to freely accept – with the proper brain implants and pathway changes, and subsequent modifications – their masochistic roles. Each of the boys had just reached the brink of pubescence, and their entire life experience with sex will be as a BoyToy.
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Part 10 – A Visit to Boybots, Inc.
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