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The Boxing of a Boy

(and Three Other Slave-Boy Chronicles)

A BoyToys, Inc Universe story

One of the unique opportunities for the accomplished sadist at the Zanadu Pleasure Dome resort now occurs once every year and takes place in its famous 'Hall of Boys'. What had seven years before been conceived as a one time publicity event to engender more business, had proven so popular that it had quickly evolved into an annual event.

7 years ago

The Xanadu Pleasure Dome, the largest resort of its kind on Bundus III, is pleased to offer one of its valued guests a unique experience, and its other guest a great spectacle.

How would you like to permanently install a boy into a small box?

How would you like to put this boy into permanent restraints?

How would you like to subject him to a life of pain and pleasure?

Every client who registers for more than one full day at our resort during the next six months will have an opportunity to place their name in a pool to participate in one of the following events:

1 The Boxing of a Boy

A boy will be selected and modified at the labs of BoyToys, Inc. so that he will be physiologically capable of being imprisoned into permanent restrictive bondage for the remainder of his life. The boy will be selected for having the following attributes:

• He will have been kidnapped from a secure privileged existence. (And a Non-Aligned Nation so that he may be forced into class three slavery).

• He will have been totally innocent of the world of sex, bondage, sadism, and torture.

• He will have the genetic background to be modified by gene-splice, specialized surgery, and drug implants for his future life.

• He will be still be prepubescent yet old enough to understand cognitively what is happening to him.

If the one selected, YOU will be involved with all the following stages of this boy's permanent installment into his permanent 'Box of Pain and Pleasure' in the 'Hall of Boys,' Xanadu Pleasure Dome, Bundus III. (All expenses paid by Xanadu Pleasure Resorts, Inc., Bundus III)

1. (If you so choose) YOU will be involved in the actual abduction of this boy and teamed up with the experienced and capable hands of two agents of BoyAbductions, Lmt. a very respected and accomplished business of Bundus III. (See limitations of liability if kidnap team is caught by authorities of any non-compliant law enforcement agency).

2. YOU will then be present as he is prepared for his series of gene-splices at the very labs of BoyToys, Inc. The chosen boy will be left totally conscious and cognizant of what is being done to him, so that YOU will be able to thoroughly participate in and enjoy his forcible readying and emplacement into his gene-splice environment tank.

On the day (date to be determined) of the boy's 'boxing,' YOU will then participate directly in:

1. fitting the modified boy with his permanent life-sustaining attachments to his nose, mouth, bladder (via artificial opening), and rectum.

2. fitting the necessary implements into and surrounding his specially modified genitals, and his rectum to allow for the future moments of 'pleasure' allowed him.

3. his placement into his 'torture suit' and other necessary components of his future torture regimens.

4. installation of this boy into his 'box' (or habitat) and confinement in his permanent restraints where he will remain prisoner for the remainder of his life.

His installation in the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort's 'Hall of Boys' will allow all future clients who visit our resort the pleasure of watching a boy permanently entombed into his 'Box of Pleasure and Pain' as he is alternately subjected to the heights of sexual climax and the depths of up to class four pain. Because of our unique new technology the future viewer can induce upon the permanently captive boy the simulation of many forms of torture from flogging, caning, paddling, insertion of needles, to the more internalized pain from micro force-fields and electro-torture.

And if YOU are the lucky winner YOU will be there to actively participation in the forced internment of a fully conscious boy totally cognizant of what is happening to him.

The were five other prizes offered from which an additional 12 prize winners were to choose. These included:

• an all expenses paid five day holiday at the Gentry Mansion of the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort with their choice of more than 100 the most desirable boys with physiological at 6 to 17 years of age – with selections of both prepubescent to barely pubescent pleasure boys well conditioned and trained to give their clients the very best in man-boy sexual enjoyment.

• a two week rental of a boy from the renowned Rent-A-Boy, Inc. providers of the most delectable, talented, and enthusiastically willing prepubescent boys. (Note that each of their boy rentals have been so modified in the labs of BoyToys, Inc. that their time with their present client is experienced as their very first sexual encounter with another person since the memory with their previous client is erased at the end of each rental assignment).

• a SafeSecure Transport Boy Cage manufactured by BoyServices, Inc. and totally customized for your own slave boy along with full Punishment Adaptations. (See the full line of sex-boy and slave-boy related items from BoyServices, Inc. Their stock includes mechanisms, drugs, neural implants, sexual enhancement devices, bondage and restraints items, and other means of control, full lines of clothing, harnesses, piercing tools, permanent and removable attachments, leashes, cages, transports, and all manner of control and torture devices from the old fashioned whips and paddles, to items using the very latest of force field and materials technology).

• a full six hours in one of Xanadu Pleasure Dome's several specialized dungeons, torturing and using the boy or boys of your choice. (Free transportation and overnight accommodation provided).

7 months ago

The Xanadu Resorts, in conjunction with BoyServices, Inc. and BoyAbductions, Lmt. are pleased to announce the Seventh Annual Boy Boxing Extravaganza to take place on the at the world renowned Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort on Bundus III. It will take place in our famous 'Hall of Boys' where a boy will ensconced into his own permanent 'box' where he will be placed seventh in the line of boys subjected to lives of alternating pain and pleasure.

The current advertisement was not very surprisingly similar to that of seven years previous but with several appealing and provocative additions. Several new choices had been added from which the now 21 additional prize winners could select. The advertisement continued:

• a three day vacation at the Xanadu Pleasure Dome's world famous 'Farmhouse, Stables, and Barns.' Our Farmhouse consist of 100 luxury suites and three dinning rooms featuring the best in down home hospitality and 'home cooking.' Our three Stables provide the best in pony-boy services including one stable of full conversion ponies. And there are 18 totally nullified six to seven year old Stable Boys, all exceptionally cute and accommodating. Our three barns include all the latest in animal-boy conversions from minimal to full animal transformations and all trained to provide the best in sexual services. (All boy modifications made in the famous labs of BoyToys, Inc).

• a five day vacation at the Xanadu Pleasure Dome's world famous 200 suite 'Beach House' with its 13 freshwater and 7 ocean water National Game sized pools. And of course their selection of well trained and enthusiastic slave boys of all racial heritages and physiological ages of 6 through 17. These prepubescent and barely pubescent boys have been specially chosen or modified to provide the most spectacular boy available. In addition there over 20 new Mer-Boys to add that special something not available anywhere else.

• and for those few men who want something really different, we have a special Adult Prison where you can spend three days, imprisoned, physically restrained, and tortured by the boy or boys of your choice.

• Toby: a modified and enthusiastic blue eyed, blond haired boy of Caucasian heritage, permanently established at age 11 and at the end of his 12 year Indenture who has opted to accept permanent class two slavery status.

• Nabutu: a modified boy of mixed Negro and Malay heritage, permanently established as a young pubescent 13 year old Faun, (animal-boy transformation) and recently discovered to have been illegally sold by his former parents into class three slavery six years ago. Nabutu has chosen to retain class two slave status but has opted to exercise his legal prerogative of acquiring one person service ownership.

• Number 6: a modified boy of Oriental heritage, permanently established as a prepubescent (and infinitely cute) 7 year old, and who has come to the end of his 12 year Indenture as one of the resort's muted, muzzled, and in the case of Number 6, only temporarily nullified Stable Boys.

(Please see legal affidavits of each slave's acceptance of class two slave status and the state's official documentation on permanent record [crystal-docu-encryption] at the International Slavery Board, New Sparta, Queensland, Bundus III. as in accordance with sections three and six of the Indenture, Consensual and Non-Consensual Slavery Laws of the Aligned Nations of 621 AF, revision two, as so promulgated and defined).

Number 6

As with all the Stable Slave Boys, #6 was totally without hair (except for eyebrows and lashes) but the totally naked look enhanced his beauty. And like the others, he was permanently affixed in wrist and ankle cuffs, and was normally in chains, butt plug, mouth gag, and covering muzzle. He topped out at 3' 5" [1.04 m] and was not quite 50 pounds [22½ kg] (without cuffs and chains). And his shy but cheerful personality, together with his amazingly desirable little boy body, made him one of the more popular of the Stable Boys among the resort's guests.

One thing which distinguished #6 from all the other Stable Boy Slaves, however, was that he still sported his own genitals and voice box. Being only a 12 year Indentured Slave, the new Slavery Laws did not permit type of permanent modification as done to the usual Stable Boy. What was done instead, a reversible nerve block quieted his vocal chords, and a special drug implant kept his genitals quite small and unengorged even if still quite sensitive. Whereas all the other Stable Boys had totally smooth groins, #6 had a small but very noticeable shell-shaped, gold-colored covering encasing his special boy parts. #6 liked the feeling he got when clients rubbed that place, and even more the feelings he got when the nice men grabbed him around his waist, or tied him up, or put him in any number of bondage situations, and finally pushed their penises into his tight but accommodating rear poop-hole. (He was amazed when he first found out that his poop-hole could be used for more than just pooping).

His time in his former group home had gradually faded into a barely remembered montage of grief, loneliness, and very infrequent moments of happiness. As a Stable Boy he had been relatively happy, had companions, and believed his future to be one of eventual companionship and freedom. He believed he had a great future before him.

His socialization during his 12 year Indenture had consisted of the totally mute companionship of his fellow Stable Slaves who labored during the day taking care of the resort's Pony-boys, and slept in the companionable entwinement of as many as five other boys in their quite small sleeping enclosure. The exception to this nightly habitation occurred when one or more of them had been 'invited' to accompany a guest for a night of sex and possible bondage with class one to class two torture to which each boy had become well accustomed.

But now at the chronological age of 19, #6 had the legal option to be reinstated as a citizen of his nation of birth, and thus receive the considerable 'Freedom Payment' mandated by law, or he could opt for permanent (and irrevocable) status as a permanent class two slave. If thus opted, he could choose to remain with his current owners or allow some other citizen of Bundus III take over his ownership according to the New Consensual Slavery Laws, and giving him limited rights and privileges only allowed consensual slaves.

#6 knew that he would miss the only home of which he had any real memory, but had eventually decided that he wanted a future with someone special in his life. But so conditioned and habituated to a life as a sex slave, he could not imagine or even desire any future other than a slave for a master who might own and command him, but who also might assuage his very great needs for security, physical affection, and the care afforded a precious possession. And he secretly hoped that his new master would continue providing the occasional light torture which so enhanced his sexual enjoyment. But one thing above all, he was determined to be his new owner's best slave boy ever.

Jeremy Black

That was why his father shocked the hell out of him while discussing his upcoming university graduation and party.

"Jeremy, I need to find out if you intend to enter the family business or strike out on your own. You have been adroitly avoiding giving me a definitive answer for some time now."

Jeremy was quite accustomed to this ongoing enquiry by his parents but had only recently decided not only that he was indeed going to go his own way, but what that 'own way' was going to be. He was determined to do two things. One, break out on his own where he can pursue a personal life not under the close scrutiny of his family whom he believed would never accept his sexual predilections. And two, he had become quite enthusiastic by a rarely used means of information transmission called a book. He totally believed that his former hobby of acquiring some of these expensive collectables could be the start of a career, especially since his 'inheritance' could easily finance several businesses of this nature.

He finally expressed his newly formed intent and was grateful he had the full support of his father to whom he admired even if they did not have an overly close relationship.

After an intervening conversation about hopes, plans, and future accommodations his father brought up a subject which Jeremy had so often avoided at all cost.

"Jeremy, your mother and I have observed that you have never been with a girl as far as we know. And before you get all defensive, please know that to like men instead of girls is a perfectly normal thing for many people and all we want is for you to be happy. But we would like to know if there is some special person in your life. You should know that we would openly support your choice of marriage partner and only want you to be happy."

Jeremy realized that he should have realized that his parents would discover his orientation but his true desires were what he had been so adamantly hiding. He had finally come to the realization that after getting 'established' he would look for some slave boy of whom he could take possession. He had even leafed through some of the literature from BoyToys, Inc. and fantasized about having a boy who would even thrive under such slavery and control, and perhaps come to an intimate accommodation with his master. However, his finances, even with his family's wealth, made this prospect a thing which was necessarily a future possibility and only a current dream. And he was not very sure his parents would ever approve.

"Dad, your right. I like boys, not girls. But I don't seem to have the time right now to find a companion." He looked at his father hoping to see acceptance. He was relieved when his father smiled.

"Don't worry son, you will eventually meet your heart's desire. Just know that your mother and I have only your happiness in mind. Thus I have a surprise for you."

Jeremy was surprised when his father handed him a data cube to be inserted into his private com-multi-link. He was also chagrined to see that the four weeks vacation gifted to him was for a resort for gay men. Unfortunately he could not totally manage his expression and his father wondered why his son was evidently disappointed in his choice of gifts."

"Jer, please know you can speak your mind. I see that my choice has received less than fanatical enthusiasm." He tried to allow his exaggerated remark to deflate possible tension.

Jeremy suddenly decided to make his most intimate desired known. At least he would no longer be under the burden of deflecting his parent's future inquiries.

"Dad, when I said I liked boys I meant that literally,"

"Ah, now I understand the last several years. In that case please type in the following code: B-O-Y."

Jeremy, a bit surprised and left wondering did just that. What appeared was now a two week all expense vacation to the Xanadu Pleasure Dome, a resort not just for boy lovers but a place where one men can take advantage of slave boys especially dedicated to the fulfillment of a rather diverse intermix of sexual desires and needs.

Jeremy was suddenly engulfed with embarrassment. But he had matured enough, and his father had shown an obvious acceptance of his son's sexual proclivities, than he eventually smiled at his dad with a tear or two escaping his eyes. "You knew dad?"

"I suspected son. Don't be embarrassed. Your Uncle Barron owns his own boy. I only expect you to respect this nation's laws and never abuse any slave boy more than he has been prepared and modified for. You will even find a ticket number for a raffle they will have during your stay for a slave boy even I consider quite cute. In fact he is a voluntary class two slave and I believe could be a very good companion for you knowing you as I do. Maybe you will get lucky. I only wish that my finances could buy such a boy. Such modified boys, along with the horrendous slave acquisition tax, is a bit beyond my means. This raffle even includes payment of the required tax."

Jeremy then did something he'd not done for more than ten years. He hugged his father and gave a heart felt thanks.

His father was finally relieved knowing that his boy had finally confided in his dad. His mother, though was perhaps somewhat 'scandalized' at her favorite son's sexual predilections. But she would soon come to accept him as the loving son she had raised.

Argant Promescue

But two of his long term slaves, still class three slaves, now enjoy the freedom of his estate, and loyally provide service to their master in other capacities. His current slave boy is now attached by steel collar and chain with its anchoring end buried into the floor under a foot [30 cm] of concrete in his dungeon cell. The boy's screams and convulsive sobs were frequently heard rebounding off the dungeon's walls. This boy, unlike his previous counterparts, had volunteered for his eventual modification at the labs of BoyToys, Inc., having been quite the exception to the boys Argant had usually recruited, and was in fact a class two consensual slave. After two years of a four year contracted Indenture, this 5' 6" [1.65 m] 105 pound [48 kg] boy had opted to become his master's permanent play toy, forever remaining at his physical age of 16 – a barely pubescent teen – and forever to be ensconced into his master's dungeon for a life of sex and torture. The slave's modifications at BoyToys, Inc. had included greatly strengthening his already masochistic bent and he now only looks forward to a life of pain and suffering (and sex) at the hands of his accommodating master. Even when left unattended he was most commonly kept in strict bondage and passive torture.

The boy's master liked to use either black or red accoutrements when placing his boy into any kind of restraint. He especially liked the black and silver harness with which he frequently used to anchor the boy's hands and arms in its various unmovable positions. Another harness with blood red leather (simulated) and iron fittings, was frequently used when he put his boy into passive torture. Although his boy could move within the elaborate confining harness, any possible movement would bring his slave ever increasing punishment until he allowed his body to stay into the position in which he was fixed. There was a body bag, which could be hung in many orientations which kept his boy with very minimal 'wiggle room' and was totally lined with minute interior projections which could become quite excruciating as the bag was gradually tightened over a several hour period.

One additional modification involved the incorporation of actual genetic material from a famous stallion. Thus there were times in which the boy's master spent several hours 'toying' with his slave's greatly enhanced and enlarged genitals which when not held in tight confinement – with a wide selection of rings, tubes, and punishment attachments – could swing 15 inches [38 cm] below his groin. And the contrast of his huge black penis and correspondingly sized and black pendulous testicles to the small and thin body of a white blond young looking teen body, riveted one's attention. When not being 'used' by his master, the boy's penis is frequently encased within a relatively small metal sheath lined with minute but piercing tines which 'discouraged' more than partial engorgement, or a ring fully 3/8 th inch [1 cm] in thickness but only five inches [12½ cm] in diameter which was forced into his urethra and routed through a hole exiting the base of his penis halfway between his huge testicle sac and his butt hole. This caused two things: while attached, his penis was forced into a small circular arc and allowing almost no room for engorgement, and his mammoth scrotum was squeezed within the ring with each of his testicles protruding on either side. Both arrangements drove his slave crazy with sexual frustration.

Now, not only was his master preparing for a two week trip half way around the world, the masochistic slave was absolutely startled to discover that his master was about to release him from his bondage chain and actually take him from his dungeon room to accompany his master on this trip. For the first time in years the poor slave was disconsolate, believing his master was going to sell him. It took several hours of his master flogging him with his the 'force-field whip' at its highest setting to convince the poor struggling boy that he was just as desired as he had even been.

"Look boy, I have no intention of letting you go. But I can not go two weeks without you."

The slave had long since been relieved of his unnecessary ability of actual speech, but his audible sighs of relief came from his momentarily ungaged mouth as his master held his most precious possession in his arms after their several hour session of torture and sex.

Though feeling assured of his master's affection, the slave – who possessed absolutely nothing including a name – still was totally frightened by the prospect of his first excursion out of his twenty foot [6 m] by twenty foot [6 m] dungeon room for the first time in 12 years. He was finally reassured by his master's purchase of a SafeSecure Transport Boy Cage, and more importantly its reassuring and comforting Punishment Adaptations, although it was quite difficult for the slave boy to understand how such comforting treatment could be thought of as punishment.

The very night before their planed trip, Argant himself mused over his surprising win of the raffle to which he had entered his name almost without thinking during his last visit to the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort. And now he was about to do something he'd never expected to be involved in – the actual abduction of a boy who would not just be forced into permanent slavery, but even into a life of extreme and perpetual tight confinement. And forced to endure a life of alternating sexual orgasm and intense torture. Just the idea of forcing a screaming and struggling teen into that small 3 foot [0.9 m] square 'box' had sexually aroused him so much that his session with his own boy had been one of the more intense in recent weeks. He had even used the entire set of 200 needles as he punctured just about every square inch of his slave's body to the accompaniment of some of the highest pitched screams he'd elicited from his boy in some time. Especially the three he had so slowly thrust through the boy's testicles and the other two piercing the area between his legs under his scrotum and pushed fully 5 inches [12½ cm] inward to impale his greatly enlarged and specially modified prostate. The boy's screams under this particular impalement even exceeded those caused by those pushed under his fingernails and toenails. He reveled in the boy's shudders and heart rending wails under an onslaught which he knew his boy was barely able to tolerate even in his most masochistic mind set.

Randy Bobbicks

And once again his despairing parents had been called into see the boy's school principal, wondering if any possible punishment or extra imposition of religious instruction and compelled devotions, could bring about a conversion of the boy's rebellious spirit. They were so worried about the salvation of the boy's very soul as he continued to express total remorse at one transgression and then commit an even egregious one a few weeks later. This time his parents were truly concerned. This time Randy had actually questioned his teacher's explanation of sexual morality asking how come God allowed Satan to cause some people to be attracted to their own sex. Just the fact that the boy even mentioned such a concept as same sex attraction was disturbing let along question the wisdom of an all just God. When questioned Randy insisted it was not God's judgment that he questioned but just his teacher's. Unfortunately none of the adults could understand just what the boy was thinking.

The very next day Randy had been taken before an official representative of the country's Head of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith (formerly known as the Grand Inquisitor). Tried as an adult, the hearing lasted exactly one hour. As usual in such cases Randy not only was not allowed counsel he was not even permitted to speak.

The very next day he was put into shackles and was being transported to the State Institution for Behavioral Reform with an indefinite sentence – his release dependant upon his fervent re-conversion to accepted dogma and truth.

He never arrived.

Vasili Dumitrov

The slave boy squealed as his master stuck a third finger into his tightly sphinctered rectum. Since his master's both hands were momentarily occupied, the boy touched the controls of the holo com, bringing into view the entire file of a perfect prospect for one of the boys on requisition needs list of the Xanadu Pleasure Resorts, Inc.

Randy Bobbicks

Chronological age: 14 years

Apparent Physiological age: 12 years and prepubescent

Size: 5 feet [1.50 m], 90 pounds [41 kg]

Sexual profile: apparently still prepubescent (and in the last 2 percentile in physical development for age). Sexual orientation: Brain scan tomography ambiguous, but has never shown any sexual interest in girls.

Family situation: affluent, the children all show abuse profile typical in families with a fanatical Fundamentalist 'revealed truth' paradigm. Increased pressure on their children to rigidly conform has provoked the usual intellectual rebellion in a younger cognitively gifted child.

IMPORTANT ADVISEMENT: Youngest boy, Randy Bobbicks, very susceptible to advances by any seemingly 'understanding' proto-mentor. Thus would expect Randy easily persuaded to cooperate in his own 'acquisition' under the right circumstances.

Genetic profile: Totally amendable for all available gene-splice modifications.

Vasili sent an immediate coded message to his most trusted informer in the boy's home city.

Urgent, first priority: need immediate and continuous twice daily updates as to the whereabouts of Randy Bobbicks (details supplied).

Will organize immediate retrieval of subject ASAP. (Retrieval complicated by the necessary inclusion of civilian). Highest priority. Bonus type 1a assured with successful acquisition.

Other details followed.

Kon Yan

But my master was a strict and persistent in his demand that I submit fully to my station and his discipline methods were effective even if only moderately painful. Even a year later I suffered occasional 'lapses' which allowed me to gain a working knowledge of some of the more unusual and technologically advanced devices for administering torture without undue physical damage. Thus after being my master's slave barely two years I was totally astonished when my master, who I was finally coming to respect if not regard with actual affection, informed me that he intended to have me trained as an abduction agent for BoyAbductions, Lmt. It had been only an hour since my release from my spread-eagled bondage and since that seemingly innocent looking smooth sound had been removed from my penis. That insidious device had me at the precipice of climax without allowing me the luxury of orgasm. In fact every time I started to feel the slightest bit of physical pleasure from my genitals, a monstrous surge of pain cascaded outward from my groin instead. Thus I had difficulty in understanding the full ramifications of the information just imparted to my fogged brain and through my lingering sobs and shaking body.

But I was finally able to gasp what my master had stated and with an unsteady voice I asked: "Master, is that an additional punishment for touching my penis?"

Now it was my master's turn to look befuddled for a split moment; then he smiled.

"Oh no Kon, I am sure that your last three hours was ample punishment. But I would like to have available the services of an abduction agent of whom I can have absolute confidence."

We spoke about this at some length, and exactly what my master expected of me.

"Look boy. I know that you are small, and even now your chronological age is barely 13 years, but you have amazing athletic ability and lightening reflexes. Join to your abilities all that modern technology can provide, and I am confident of your success. It is in part why I insisted on your continued education. And you are commanded to succeed."

The last was imparted along with an 'evil' grin.

I did succeed. (I had much more 'motivation' than the other trainees). And just three years later I was even trained to fly 'runners' – specially designed small supersonic aircars equipped with the latest radar and energy field disrupters to evade detection at boarder crossings.

For my graduation qualification mission I was sent ALONE into a non-aligned nation to rendezvous with another fellow agent and to accept a transfer of cargo. Even before I was airborn it occurred to me that I could gain my total freedom from slavery and my forced life of servitude simply by not jamming the border detection nets and just allowing my aircar to be 'accompanied' to a secure airfield. I did in fact do just that. But while on the approaching glide path, with my freedom only several hundred meters [330 ft] away, I found myself crying almost hysterically. I quickly enabled all jammers, turned on the missile avoidance force fields, and pushed to supersonic as fast as possible. It took just a bit of luck to return without causing damage to my master's property and the company's aircar (which my master had warranted) but I made it.

I was crying abjectly as I knelt before my master who met me on the airfield.

"Boy, you disobeyed my direct orders."

I couldn't figure out how I even felt let alone how to respond. I had been 30 seconds away from complete freedom, and my emotions were in complete turmoil.

"Yes master."

My master installed me into class 5 restraints (total immobility and invasion of all possible orifices and holes), brought me into our infrequently used dungeon (or punishment room) where I had to endure a week of the most terrible torture of my entire life. During the infrequent times when I was able to think clearly I tried to understand my motivation in coming back. I finally realized there was no single reason. My motives were a complex with many origins. I had first of all realized that I had become quite 'comfortable' in my new life. I even enjoyed much of what I was commanded to do. And I really liked the sex. And although I feared the infrequent periods of torture, I had accommodated myself to them. But most of all I had developed a true regard for my master. Maybe not love, but that comfortable feeling you get just being in someone's company. And lately I realized that there were many kinds of equality. Our relationship DID have equality. He commanded and I obeyed. And in spite of my week of almost unrelenting torture, after it was over – but only then – I was glad that I had returned. I was my master's slave.

And my master astonished me for the second time that night after he had declared my offense absolved. We had just ended a long period of almost tender sex, and I was luxuriating in the comfort of his strong caress and of course my release from a week of the worst pain I had ever experienced. (Although I have come to realize more recently that I STILL had not experienced REAL severe torture). I thought my master was asleep when I heard something I'd never before heard from my master – a sob. He was quietly crying and suddenly holding me with crushing force.

I was suddenly distraught myself: "Master, please what's the matter?"

"Boy 3; Boy, I thought I'd lost you. And I was not sure I could have survived that."

I misunderstood. "But Master, I'm all right. The torture wasn't that bad." (This kind of lie was never chastised).

My master scared me now by laughing. "Boy, it was when you never showed up at your expected destination. I thought you had chosen freedom."

I was suddenly appalled. "But Master. I did. I only changed my mind at the last second. To come back I mean."

"That's why I'm crying boy. I had given you your opportunity. There really was no rendezvous. I had to know if you were truly my slave boy."

Now I was crying. A few minutes later I replied with words which even surprised myself: "Master. I am your slave forever. Please never let me go."

And now years later I have come to realize that there are also many kinds of love. I love my Master as a slave loves his master, and I know that my Master loves his slave as a master can love his slave. I have been content for quite some time. Nor would I change any aspect of our relationship even if I could. It had taken me a number of years but I finally came to be the slave my master wanted me to be.

And I sometimes wonder – how many relationships had the prospect of lasting as long as ours?

And my master still found it amusing those times I have been teamed with other (full sized) agents when they ask where my master was. And became totally unbelieving that I was the agent, and not my master. And that yes, a naked ten year old was a fully trained agent and could well pilot the latest Tuskagee III stealth aircar.

And so just a short while ago my master had made all necessary arrangements to abduct his next slave prospect, filling an open order in a very remunerative deal with the Xanadu Resorts, Inc. The logistics had myself flying the new Tuskagee IV stealth aircar since it could handle four passengers plus 80 pounds [36 kg] of cargo. The prospective slave was to be the cargo. And since I was well less than 80 pounds [36 kg] myself, the new 'acquisition' or cargo, at 90 pounds [41 kg], would be no problem. But right after we picked up both the civilian Argent Promescue – in such an excitable state that my master scanned him for drugs – and the other BoyAbduction's agent (whose main task was to make sure Promescue didn't do anything to endanger the success of the abduction), my master received a coded message that the mission had to be delayed. It seemed that our prospective acquisition had just gotten himself arrested!

An hour later we were all back in a lavish ocean side suite at the Alexandra-Cirque Hotel which actually spanned the narrow bay – if you had to ask about it's cost, you couldn't afford it – provided by the Xanadu Resorts, Inc. I was curious about a relatively large sized transport boy cage sitting on one of the benches, and even more about the quite muffled but definitely recognized intermittent screams coming from within.

Argant Promescue was not happy. As we entered the dining room with its remarkable transparent metal floor which gave a great view of the ocean crashing against the cliffs below, the civilian threw something against the force field separating the room from the salt air outside, and shouted a expletive in disgust. He voiced a command and the shouting from the boy cage abruptly ended. He then turned toward me and stared as I knelt next to my master with my arms anchored behind my back and plugs filling mouth and butt hole. I stared back, not a very 'slave-thing' to do but I knew it would bring a smile from my master.

Argent finally exploded: "Let's see if I have everything straight. I have been accompanied by a totally untrained representative of SlaveAcquisitions, Inc., a five foot [1.50 cm] nothing woman who can't be more than 100 pounds [45 kg] soaking wet, and flown in a supersonic transport by a 10 year old naked boy whose only weapons appear to be his slave collar and cuffs, and half way to the abduction site we turn around with the only explanation given was that the target seems to be now under the protection of his country's federal authorities. Did I miss anything?"

The 'woman,' one of the better agents of BoyAbductions, Inc. with a zero fail rate sat and begun feasting on the 12 different varieties of mouth watering seafood. She decided to defer to her 'boss' – my master. I stayed kneeling at my masters side in relaxed position with my butt on my heels as he removed my mouth gag and fed me a delicious morsel of Flundulant Oyster, a rare delicacy gathered from under the southern ice cap which cost more than the other 11 dishes combined. I was pretty sure he intended this gesture to be noticed by his 'client.' I was too busy enjoying the succulent seafood to do anymore than stare.

My master sighed and replied in an even voice. "Mr. Promescue, I can understand your disappointment. But as soon as we discover the boy's new location we will be on our way. As for Ms. Carson here I explicitly hired her for her nearly unparallel talent, abilities, and zero fail rate in more than 100 successful abductions. My slave boy here is chronologically 24 years of age, has reflexes that would rival the best of your nation's fighter pilots, and I would match his ability to fly the Tuskagee IV against anyone you could mention. And oh yes, he too is a fully trained agent of BoyAbductions, Inc. and he too has a zero fail rate. Oh, I almost forgot. That left wrist cuff he is wearing is also a sophisticated energy stun weapon of which he is most proficient in using. As for myself, you are entirely correct, I am merely an executive but I like to accompany my slave boy whenever possible and do so whenever he determines that I would not be an encumbrance."

I almost chocked on the last morsel of oyster. It took me all my years of conditioning to remain stone faced. But I smiled within. My master would NEVER have asked my permission for ANYTHING. I finally started giggling and my master was required to hit my bare light brown butt pretty hard in order to save face.

Mr. Promescue just stared for a moment. He then sat and started eating himself. "Very well. I suppose I must assume that the Xanadu Resorts would only hire the best. I apologize 3; with the caveat that I am quite out of my element."

It helped that my master just then must have gotten some signal of an incoming com-link call. "Yes," he said to the air in front of him, "Vasili here. You can speak openly."

The message came informing my master of the boy's hearing tomorrow and his probable immediate incarceration at one of the nation's 'behavioral brainwashing' facilities, probably the State Institute of Behavioral Reform in the capital city considering the elite status of the boy's parents.

"Excellent, Marco. Expect another bonus in the usual account."

My master smiled as he addressed the room. "Tomorrow we will leave as soon as we get news of the exact time of the boy's hearing. They almost invariable last exactly an hour. Their brand of justice is well regulated. We will of course need to do our own recruitment before the boy reaches his destination where the security will be prohibitively difficult to assail." Then he added for Mr. Promescue's benefit: "Kon," he addressed me, "There could be as many as three guards on the son of such prominent parents. You believe you're up to it?"

I did my best not to snicker. "Master, you command, and I will obey." I have perfected being obsequious even when it wasn't strictly sincere.

My master's look indicated I would pay for that remark later. I now did snicker. (Ok it would now be a two part disciplinary action).

During the ensuing and more relaxed conversation my master confided that entering and exiting border security would be no problem. We had about the fastest aircar available and could out-fly anything in Cathland's Air Police Corp, and in addition it had the newest Simul Class IV radar and energy field disrupters.

That night I was awakened by a high pitched scream powerful enough to even breach the suit's heavily noise dampening walls. I was ensconced in my master's tight embrace after a period of intense and athletic sex. (I always seemed to get more passive as my master got more physical). He even released my penis from its confinement so that I could experience to better effect my amazingly long lasting and intense orgasm.

I asked my master for permission to speak. "Master is that what or who I think it is?"

"No doubt. Mr. Promescue is a true sadist. But do not be too alarmed. His slave, I happen to know, is an adept masochist and has been thoroughly conditioned to his life of pain and sex. I was actually surprised to see the boy, or at least his cage, here. I believe that this is the first time in more than a decade his slave has been outside of his dungeon."

I cringed again hearing another high pitched scream. "I'm sure glad that you only use torture as a discipline measure master." And I couldn't help myself. "And I am glad that you frequently forget to punish me for my transgressions."

"I only expect total obedience and submission. But I invite your naughty behavior. I know that it has no origin in non-compliance. And I like seeing my slave enjoying himself."

My master usually did not make remarks like that but they were frequent enough to help engender my own affection for my master. Over the past decade I have progressed toward an understanding that I was not only content as my master's slave, but indeed fortunate. The boy we would soon obtain would not be so.

As I piloted the aircar passed the boarder defenses we were at Mach 5, and drinking fuel. And this particular aircar was too small to have its own grav-field propulsion. But right now speed was necessary to make rendezvous. We were on full jam as we maneuvered our small craft right down into the very street in which the two guards and our quarry was entering having just exited the court building. The boy was in shackles with his wrists locked into manacles secured to a leather waist belt locked in the back, actually making our job even easier.

A naked slave boy was quite a spectacle for a society which did not permit even short dress among its citizen population. By the time the two guards saw me as a potential threat it was all over. I used the tiny stun gun to good effect. Mr. Promescue had the honor of tossing the strangely passive boy into the cargo compartment and we were again air born.

By the time we reached our destination, a barren warehouse in a border town, we allowed Mr. Promescue to free our quarry from its not very comfortable confinement. Little would he realize that he would be bound for a future confinement which would allow him almost no movement whatsoever.

A minute later we had a shouting and thoroughly frightened young teen boy on our hands. It reminded me when I was first transported to the slave auction. But there would be no comforting words for this boy. The struggling boy suddenly stopped as he saw me approach. I was surprised to see such a small boy considering his chronological age. Barely 5 foot nothing [1.50 cm] and a slim 90 pounds [41 kg]. But what fascinated me was his features. I had not paid much attention to his holo when it was being displayed, I think that was when my master shoved his fourth finger into my real butt hole. He could have been my older brother. He was even more amazed seeing me.

"Holy shit! Your naked!"

He was still struggling to walk in his shackles after his cramped ride.

"I'm a slave! And with only little boy genitals. According to the laws in most countries, it is perfectly permissible for prepubescent slaves to run around naked. No one gives a naked slave boy any big notice, 3; except perhaps some guys who like what they see."

The boy seemed not to want to grasp what I had said. "Slave? You're a slave?"

"Sure. Collar and all."

He looked me up and down and started being frightened realizing his entire world had just altered. "What's happening? Why have you taken me? Can you help me get out of this thing?" He was referring to the belt around his waist with attached cuffs holding his hands.

"Sure thing kid. Just hold still." That was spoken by Mr. Promescue. The kid was quite naïve.

Argant Promescue

But for Randy, things would be kept simple. A medium gage urethral catheter to evacuate his urine, a cleaning butt plug which can temporarily adhere right to his body and evacuate his bowel as needed, an air line which will be fitted into his nostrils and down right to his trachea making sure his air supply would not become interrupted, and finally a form fitting mouth feeding gag which also will adhere to his flesh and give him nutrient as needed. The cage I brought was a sitting model like the one I use for my own slave. The legs and arms go into their separate sleeves with the arms parallel to the boy's legs. After positioning the boy's limbs the back comes up and secures him into the cage with a portion of the back projecting above and around the sides of the boy's head. After all tubes and valves are connected then a front piece is fitted over the boy's face. Some models allow a small area through the boy can still see. The one I was using gave the boy no such window. After his modifications and boxing he will have a lifetime of never seeing anything again. My penis engorged in anticipation.

The others let me proceed. It was part of my winning prize after all. I took ahold of the boy around his waist and showed him the cage and explained exactly what it was used for. He looked at me aghast and innocently asked who was the slave going into it. He looked at Vasili's cute slave boy Kon, and I couldn't help noting a remarkable resemblance between the two boys. Both obviously of either Chinese or more probably Mongol heritage. Both were small in stature and small boned. Kon was perhaps a little darker skinned.

"You misunderstand boy. It's YOU who are going into that cage. You will then be transported to a place where your body will be modified. You are a slave kid."

The boy's reactions were a wonder to behold. First he was trying to understand just what I meant, then came stark fear, and then he tried to run. I allowed him to get almost all the way to the open door before I touched a control. The small disk I secretively attached to the back of his neck paralyzed him and he just crumbled. The effect was only transient but he would still have rubbery muscles for enough time to easily cut off his clothes and get him fitted with plugs and tubes.

He started moaning as I lifted him and brought him back to a wide bench where I laid him down, His efforts for now were quite feeble and he started crying. My penis was so engorged I knew that my own slave was going to get quite a work out tonight. I made sure he knew exactly what was happening as I pulled off all his clothing. He gasped in almost shock as I finally divested him of his supposedly 'holy underwear' that he'd worn since some religious ceremony when he was a about six years old. These I made a production of actually cutting away as I revealed his cute, stiff but diminutive pecker. It was barely 4 inches [10 cm] long and seemed to go with his hairless testicles. And this kid was supposed to be 14?

By this time he'd gotten the ability to speak back and started shouting for me to stop. He couldn't be left naked right out where everyone could see. How stimulating. Even Vasili and his slave were interested in the show. The small lady agent just stood calmly and watched. I couldn't help myself and I started fondling his genitals. That was when a very strange thing happened. He just looked at me in some kind of shock but just let it happen. I decided to give him a thrill as I started masturbating him in earnest. Just as he was starting to arch his body I stuck a finger right into his butt hole and wiggled it around. He gasped and started trembling and then the spasms started. They ended quickly but I could see by his dazed look he had never masturbated before. At least not to any climax, even if barely a few drops of liquid leaked out of his small pecker. He started crying in great sobs, and then tried to get up. Vasili helped me to hold him down.

"Please let me go. Please. I'm not a slave. I really am not. You can't do that to me."

He made one mighty effort to throw off our hold and get up but he was no match for two grown men.

"Too late kid. You WILL go into that cage, and you WILL be sent to a place where you will be changed into a perfect slave boy."

Wait until he discovers what was really in store for him. I bet he'd be pleading to be just the usual slave.

"NOOOOO! Let me go!"

I was also amazed as there was no profanity. Just fear and futile attempts to escape. I then touched the control one more time. The boy just collapsed but still tried to say something. I asked for Vasili to help and we quickly pushed the sterile catheter in far enough to reach his bladder. His eyes got wide as he could feel the tube all the way. Most people his age were amazed that so much tube could disappears inside them. Then the butt plug. He gave out a series of muted squeals as the plug was pushed in about 7 inches [18 cm] and then expanded. He started crying again in earnest. I was so aroused I thought I'd cum right in my pants. The nose tube was scary enough, and he had recovered enough, that Vasili had to hold down his head as I maneuvered the into his nose and down his throat. It would then automatically connect to where it was needed. I then forced open his mouth to push inside his mouth gag. He tried to resist but his muscles still were not back in any working condition. A touch of a control and it expanded and attached itself. This boy would not be doing any talking for a good long time. His fear was now palpable.

We quickly lifted him and shoved his naked legs into their compartments in the cage. The boy was trying to resist but to no effect although both of us received a few minor bruises. We had his arms in place and the back secured before he could give us any real opposition. The tubes and butt plug connected automatically and he actually had enough control back to give a muted sob as I touched the control which turned on the micro grav and force-fields and allowed the cage to encase his body quite snuggly. Right now only his face was exposed. His tears flowed copiously and he was almost uncontrollable sobbing. I fitted the force feeding tube into his mouth gag and touched his chin with a small microwave pain inducer I commonly used on my own slave. He gave a muted scream but I got back his attention.

"Boy, I want to know that you can hear me and are listening. Nod for yes."

He shuddered but nodded.

"Good, I would like now to make sure you understand what is going to happen to you."

His look of abject fear was so rewarding. He gave a sudden movement with his face and I realized he had tried to defeat the cage. I laughed.

Right now Vasili was as anxious as I to see the boy's reaction. I wasn't too sure what his own slave was thinking as he had dropped into a respectful slave's kneeling position and just stared ahead.

"Good, I have a little holo projection to show you."

All it showed was a series of six boxes about three foot [90 cm] on a side, set on six pedestals. There were a few people next to them to give them scale.

"Now do you see those six boxes?"

The boy nodded fearfully yet a bit puzzled.

"And you see those tubes and cables running down into the floor?"

The boy nodded again.

"Well they are part of a life support system. Every year they put a boy into one of those boxes and sealed it shut. There the boy stays, kept alive but immobile for the rest of his life. The first boy was encased within his own box a little over six tears ago. He is quite alive of course."

The boy started making all kinds of throat noises. But just to make sure he really understood I added: "You will be boy number seven."

He boy started hyperventilating and the cage system responded. The boy I could tell was really trying now to escape and was truly horrified by my pronouncement. I almost came spontaneously in my pants seeing his wonderful reaction. Better than I could have imagined. I delayed for quite some time before I added the front piece to his transport cage.

I leaned in real close and was almost whispering. "That is why you are being modified. So that your body can withstand your eventual encasement in your own box. And I will be there watching as the top is sealed in place. Forever. Just think boy. In about five months from now you will be sealed away in your little three by three by three foot [90 x 90 cm] box never to be released. The doctors say that you could easily last 60 to 70 years! Forever in that one small box totally unable to move. Just scream."

The cage system again had to deal with the boy hyperventilating. And I had to get back to my own slave boy right away to take care of other urgent things. As I fitted on the final closure to the face area of the cage the boy was making a continuous throat noise and wildly moving his eyes. I savored that last look. Soon a truck came into the building already carrying the cage's life support cradle. They were soon joined and sped away towards the BoyToy labs half a world away. I (together with my slave) would follow tomorrow in a bit more luxury and more dispatch.

Randy Bobbicks

To put it bluntly I was scared out of my wits even if my emotions were not in a complete turmoil as they had been several very long hours ago. At least I think it has been hours that I have been held immobile in this frightening cage. I was almost ready to commit myself to a life of irrational stupidity by fervently giving myself to my once believed 'god' if only I could avoid my fate. I stopped crying and shaking a while ago, and it definitely was not 'natural' to be this emotionally calm. Hence I must be drugged with something. I was actually thankful for it. But even if not especially frightened emotionally or sunk into the abyss of despair as I had been, I still could think. And this was NOT good. And I kept asking why me? And even why at all? And the memory kept coming back to me about how that evil man was reacting as he deliberately reveled in informing what was intended for me. I knew that there were people out there who were sexually aroused by doing cruel things to another but that was the first time I'd actually seen it. And I wish I hadn't. And all kinds of thoughts kept swirling through my brain that was totally filled with 'if only's and 'maybe if's. And I had to keep telling myself that this was NOT god punishing me for not believing in my parents religious delusions. And that if only I wasn't so smart that I could see even at a young age the irrationality of my parent's beliefs.

And then I suddenly found myself sobbing uncontrollably at the prospect of what was about to happen. So the drugs weren't as powerful as I'd have liked. As my grief started to overwhelm me again I felt something being pushed into my bladder instead of out and was once again soon relieved of my emotional misery. And now I knew how the drugs were administered. Too bad I thought that I was apparently too valuable to have me become deranged by contemplating my future. And I also realized that one of my many failings was to be so abundantly blessed with intelligence but no actual common sense. Otherwise I would have kept my thoughts about religion and my country's theocracy to myself. At least until I could have escaped on my own.

And I even realized that I would really miss my family even if we were never close. And another wave of profound terror seeped through me as I again thought about a future confined into a box. How could someone even want to do that to another let alone actually derive pleasure out of doing it?

I mourned for the life I would never have. And even now I kept praying to a 'god' I no longer believe in for deliverance. And somehow even started feeling guilty when I didn't care about those other six boys – but only myself. And another wave of shuddering grief attacked me as I realized that the first boy had to have been so confined for six years already! I found it hard to imagine being sane after even a day let alone six years. Or a lifetime.

Then I was wondering if it would be any worse that what I was experiencing right now. At least I was almost comfortable even if that thing in my butt was getting so 3; So? I couldn't attach a word to how it felt. It was a strange mixture of hating it being pushed into me, yet giving me a feeling that I almost seemed to enjoy. I supposed after thinking about it I was already going insane. And the thought of going insane again brought a concussion of fear to my brain. And again I felt some liquid being pushed into my bladder.

To just be able to move my fingers more than an eighth of an inch [3 mm] or just stand up, and I'd be so grateful. Or just to see something! Or hear a voice. Or ANYTHING! And my mouth was starting to ache! Just to close my mouth would be worth my life's savings. Which I no longer had.

Eventually I had something to concentrate on as the movement of my cage was changing and I was even being tilted this way and that. I was both relieved that my incarceration was finally over and frightened that worse was coming. I had absolutely no idea of what that guy meant by being modified. I hoped it wouldn't hurt. And then I was suddenly crying again as I realized that I WAS going to be somehow changed.

How I survived the 10 year trip to where they finally released me from my imprisonment I can not understand. (Ok is was probably closer to 10 hours). And then glorious light – which I had trouble opening my eyes against. And no sooner had I been freed from all those horrible things put into me then someone put some collar thing around my neck.

I barely could stand after I was released from that cage, and had to keep holding me up. And I suddenly also realized I was naked. TOTALLY naked. I tried to cover myself with my hands and I then heard someone laughing.

"You got nothing to be ashamed of there boy. Let us see you."

It came from a so average looking guy I was startled. Although I could barely understand him through his accent. But my hands were pushed away from my privates and I was almost terminally embarrassed. The nightmare I had recently about finding myself suddenly naked in class was nothing compared to this.

"Keep your hands at your side boy."

I didn't even hesitate as I tried covering myself and suddenly could not even breath as a pain so bad I thought it was killing my stabbed down my spine. I screamed so loudly I strained my voice. That was after I could actually breathe in again. I never knew pain could ever be that bad. Someone was grabbing me as I almost collapsed on the spot. I was still shaking as I was standing again and definitely NOT going to try covering myself again. What was a little embarrassment. But hen my tears became full wrenching sobs as I realized again what trouble I was in.

"Please. Please stop doing this. Why are you doing this to me?" It came out pretty raspy and I was flooded with despair when my plea was again met with laughter.

"Boy listen right now."

The guy was normal looking but I started seeing all kinds of strange holo monitors all about me and a strange tank in the corner. The tank was over six feet [1.80 m] high. But I couldn't really concentrate on things much.

But I definitely did NOT want that pain again. I listened. I looked at the guy talking.

"That collar around your neck will punish any attempt on your part do something we have not ordered you to do. And likewise it will punish you if you do anything not ordered. Understand boy?"

"Yes." I choked out.

I surely did. Last dregs of hope completely vanished and I started convulsively crying realizing that it was all too real. What the horrible man told me was actually true in spite of my having a hard time believing him. All this equipment and holo displays reminded me of a movie I once snuck watching even if it was forbidden. About a mad scientist doing experiments on people.

And I never before really understood about how horrible total despair really felt. I was almost like a zombie as I was led over to a strange molded chair. And I suddenly remembered I was naked as my bare butt hit the surface. I was strapped in and didn't even care. My life was over. Even if I was so scared I started.

Then for the next hour they kept doing all kinds of things to me. Nothing that was truly scary or hurt, but I was so frustrated. They told me not to speak and I was not about to test that collar again. But they kept speaking to each other – I just realized that there were five of them in the room – as if I was just an animal they were attending to. And suddenly I was crying again realizing I was not even an animal any more. Just something to torture.

But I finally DID challenge that collar after all when they started putting all those horrible things right back inside me. Of course my struggle only lasted a split second as I was convulsing in pain again. I couldn't stop crying. Oh god help me! I so much wanted god to exist after all.

This time a thing was shoved up my butt I thought was going to split me open as it expanded inside me. I couldn't help myself as I screamed and tried to pull it out. Again that horrible pain. I couldn't understand how bad something could hurt and then just suddenly just as quickly disappear. I let them put things in my nose and mouth and penis all over again. I forced myself not to do anything. It was so embarrassing though when my penis got so stiff and I was actually feeling some pleasurable sensation in my genitals even. And I was smart enough to understand just why and that was also so daunting. All the stuff they were doing to me I even enjoyed at some basic level. In spite of being so scared. What the hell were they going to do to me?

And then I was led over to that tank I saw. I was told to step inside and dared not disobey even if my fright was frowning exponentially. And now I couldn't even talk or scream any more. All the things in me were connected to tubes and such in that tank. And then the main guy said something to me that brought on utter despair all over again. Just when I thought all my emotions couldn't get any worse they did,

The guy now talking I suddenly realized was that same man who had put me into that cage thing back when all this nightmare started, and that he was addressing me again made a cold fear strike me almost immobile.

"See that cylinder that doctor is holding boy?"

I nodded when I was threatened to acknowledge the guy.

"Well it contains what's called a gene-splice. It will start changing your body so that you can be put into that small box I showed you indefinitely. As soon as it is touched to your arm, and the contents put into your vein it will be all over. You can not stop what will happen. No one can. And there will be several more. And even some surgeries. And about four months from now you will awaken and be a totally new boy. And then the real fun will begin. I can't wait."

I couldn't seem to react. It was suddenly too impossible. But as the cylinder touched my arm I screamed. Or tried to scream. Then some kind of field enveloped me and I found myself floating in air in some tank and barely able to move. Then I started panicking as liquid started filling the tank. It didn't spill out but just kept rising until I felt a warmish thickish liquid all around me. I started feeling a bit dizzy and then I couldn't see very clearly. I was thinking that that collar thing was still around my neck and 3;

Jeremy Black

And later, after some time to 'rest up' and 'recuperate' we started all over again. He seemed to like it when I took complete charge of his little body bending him into different positions. Even when he was screaming he sounded like he was enjoying things as much as I was. We had to shower again but this time the boy led me to a hot tub with all kinds of water jets. There was also something in the water that soothed both mind and body.

I finally started getting hungry and asked Judd where the absolutely best restaurant was.

"Well master," he seemed to bubble with enthusiasm, "There are four really good places right here in Gentry Mansion, but the absolutely BEST place is the one overlooking Bottomless Chasm, which is actually 3,282 feet [1000 m] deep. And there are three roaring water falls you can see right from the upper turret room. I've only been there once before. I've only been a slave here for three months."

"3,282 feet [1000 m] ? Can't be any more precise?"

He giggled. "Master, it was the very firstest place I was brought. And the man I was with wondered how long I'd scream before I'd hit bottom. The sign seemed to etch itself into me."

"You keep calling me master."

It was really strange not just getting called master, but taking in the fact that this boy was an actual slave. I sure knew they existed and had even seen some a few times, but this was somehow so different. And the kid – he looked to be about seven or eight, the size kid I REALLY liked having sex with. His cute light brown boner stuck out straight about two inches [5 cm] and was perfectly formed. His even darker brown scrotum barely showed any testicles and when I first got him onto the huge bed I couldn't stop fondling them it, the wrinkled velvety texture so turned me on. And it made it so much better as he giggled and squealed in such delight. He kept telling me to stop molesting him and even pleaded with me to stop but it was so obviously all an act. But such an arousing and delightful act. He was so perfect. His dark Oriental looking body – less than 4 feet [1.20 m] in height – was exactly what I found so perfectly perfect. He was so close to the image I kept fucking in most of my best fantasies. And now it was REAL!

He looked at me with a serious look. "All you guys are my masters."

I liked the kid better when we were no so serious. But now I was curious, so I kept asking the boy questions as we showered and then dressed. I had another orgasm in the shower when he swallowed me whole – all seven inches [18 cm]. The feeling as he sucked and squeezed and even vibrated his throat was almost mind blowing. I couldn't even have done something like that. The kid was well trained. My questioning suddenly stopped for a good while. But finally we were drying each other with humongous soft towels.

"Ok, this restaurant. How do we get there?"

"No problem master. I'll show you if you wish. I can even eat there if you bring me."

He wasn't being very subtle. He kept giving those amazingly inviting looks, and kept wiggling his little dimpled butt, promising even better orgasms later. I had all I could do not to ravish him again. I think he'd even had more orgasms than I did. He sure shook a lot and even bucked his body a number of times in amazingly strong convulsions. And I loved attacking him and making him climax almost as I loved doing the same. And that was another thing I wanted to ask him about. How come he seemed to be just as aroused sexually as I was. He was only seven years old after all. (I found out that a while back. It was his actual chronological age).

He wound up not just showing me but even arranged for transportation for the both of us. "It can only be reached by a pony cart. No vehicles aloud."

I remembered hearing about all kinds of fantastic things here and read up on this place but it took me a few moments to remember that the ponies were actually boys!

"Oh yeah. How do I arrange this ride?"

"I have a com on my wrist master in my slave cuff. Just give me the order and I will arrange it. You want pony-boys or real ponies, master?"

"Real ponies?"

"Well they're still boys but they been changed into actual ponies. But they can still think and everything. They even eat normal food. They just look like small ponies."

I was utterly intrigued. "Go ahead. Do we need reservations at the restaurant?"

"Yes master but there's sure to be no wait. Not this early master."

That was when I looked out through the large bow window and realized we'd been having sex all evening and all night long!

"But master, you have to put me in my harness and put me on a leash. Else I can't leave the building. Well 'less you insist."

I soon discovered that he was not being entirely truthful. The harness and leash was a common method of bringing a slave with you but it wasn't mandatory. The boy just liked being trussed up like that. He said the body harness and leash made him feel so sexy. I had him pretty well trussed up with straps around his little chest, over his shoulders, and under his groin around his small brown genitals and up his butt crack.

"And I REALLY like being having my arms bound behind me so I can't hardly move them and there are all kinds of neat other stuff in that room right there."

He pointed to a smaller room immediately off the bedroom that was part of the five room suite. And I sure knew about all that stuff but to actually SEE all that bondage gear, and especially those really cruel looking restraints – well it was amazing.

"Judd, you LIKE all that stuff done to you?"

He seemed to become animated. "YEAH! It makes me feel SOOO sexy."

One control I touched and a drawer opened showing all kinds butt plugs. The boy seemed to light up when I picked up a particularly gruesome looking one with bumps all over it. I looked down at him. "Will this fit?"

He smiled. "That one's pretty scary."

I picked up another one a bit smaller and just some small ribs coiling down its sides. I released his butt crack strap and he squealed quite loudly as I shoved it home. Then he started thrashing all around and was screaming. I was appalled. I tried to pull the thing out when I saw his tears. Just as suddenly he stopped screaming and just lay still panting. I grabbed him and he gave me a weak smile. "That's one of the torture ones. Thanks for stopping it."

That was when I saw the few control spots on the bottom. I finally replaced it for one that was totally inert, anchoring it inside him with his harness strap. He directed me toward the entrance we needed straining against his harness as I was pulled forward by his leash. I absolutely loved the feeling of control and possession. For a moment I thought about wishing I could have my own boy slave. Alas. Eschewing the lift, we went down the stairs, and he started telling me about being modified when I asked him about how that big plug – at least its mere size – didn't seem to hurt him al all.

"Well I've been changed. They did stuff to us so we would enjoy all that sex stuff and being tied up and have all that stuff done to us. They said I'd have liked some of it anyway but they just made me enjoy it even more."

"Hay Judd, I was wondering. Do you remember growing up? And do you not mind being a slave?"

Judd got serious for once. "Yeah. My dad sold me though. He said I needed to help the family. I cried a lot then but now I'm happy again. They said they took away my sad mem'ries. I'm glad." Then the boy brightened again. "I been here a few months already and I really like it here. Most you guys treat me real good. 'Specially when you make me have such great 'gasms."

"And you don't mind being a slave?"

He looked at me like I was stupid. "I AM a slave. I can't be anything else. And they made me like what's done to me. Or mostly. I'm not scared no more at least."

But I couldn't help wondering about all the boys here who were treated not so well. I knew that there even were dungeons here where all kinds of things were done to the boys. But I stopped worrying about things I couldn't do anything about and decided to just enjoy myself. And as we awaited for our carriage – a cute naked 10 year old black slave, in hotel harness, showing us to the correct entryway – I started thinking that this slave with me was so close to what I like to have in my life – permanently. But he'd cost more than I'd be making over the next five years. I knew part of that modification he'd talked about, and which kept him a permanent seven year old, was quite outrageously expensive.

I was taking in the beautiful countryside in the morning mist and light and musing about philosophical matters when the carriage came and I was astounded all over again. I couldn't believe that the two miniature ponies pulling the carriage – the slave boy called it a calash – had once been actual boys. They looked exactly like the real thing. Except they obeyed voice commands in addition to the bits in their mouths.

I was fascinated by their so perfectly formed horse – or pony – bodies. When we got to our destination – which was spectacular enough to take my attention away from the ponies for a while – I couldn't help running my hands all over the ponies' bodies. Especially their so obvious male parts. And the penis extended and became stiff on one of the ponies as I rubbed its sheath. The miniature pony did not have such miniature genitals. He kept neighing most of the time and I was told that they even had orgasms while they were trotting. It was some kind of incentive for them. I was astounded. The pony kept rubbing me with its head as I was ribbing its penis. And I just had to try it. I addressed the pony I'd been handling.

"Do you understand me pony?'

I was surprised when he whinnied loudly and nodded. Apparently they couldn't speak. (I was surprised to discover that even the regular pony boys couldn't speak either. And they were trained to be very passive). Wow. And I wondered about something else. As I walked my slave on his leash and harness into the restaurant, I was led into an opulent room with a view of a two hundred foot [60 m] water fall and a yawning canyon.

After being seated and having ordered 'breakfast' I asked my slave boy: "Judd, I was wondering. Those ponies. Does anyone actually use them somehow for sex?"

"Sure master. They are very close to ponies but they eat real food and their mouths are a bit different. Their tongues are smooth and not like real ponies. At least I'm told. And they will do anything you ask. Their butt holes are supposed to be great to fuck. And I've seen one client stay in bed with two of them for three days straight. They's supposed to give out a mighty powerful afrodisdick. Right out of their peckers like me. But I'm tiny compared."

I laughed as the boy's pronunciation of aphrodisiac. And the steak and eggs were superb. Judd at first knelt on the floor next to me but I insisted he sit on the same cushioned bench. Soon I had his naked bottom (with butt plug) sitting on my lap and was feeding him out of my own plate. I wound up ordering a repeat performance. And both the special coffee and liquor was the best I'd ever had. I was sure glad the menus had no prices on them. I'd probably been afraid to order that second meal. But my boy ate almost as much as I did. And I was even more thankful this was all already paid for. My slave boy asked one of the waiters to bring me a com pad and he told me there was a raffle coming up in a few days. I didn't even read what was the prize. No one – no one I'd ever known anyway – ever won anything like that anyway so what was the point?

Later that day Jerome was in the luxurious bed with Judd fast asleep on top of him holding him tightly in his little arms. Jeremy had been dreaming. Not sleep dreaming but wishing dreaming. If he could have a slave just like Judd. Or something close. He was also thinking that he'd look into all that bondage gear available in the next room. And maybe see about what else was in the Slave Index, the database available for guests to see all the possible boys available to them. That little black kid was awfully cute even if a little old – must have been 10 at least. And the little ring swinging at the end of his stiff three inch [7½ cm] coal black penis. He was in a Hotel Harness so he should be available. And maybe later in the week he'd start checking out some of the more unusual venues. He'd never actually seen – except in a holo – a part boy, part animal before. Or maybe he'd get a boy he was allowed to torture. Well tomorrow 3;

Number 6

But now it was near morning and I was alone in one of three small cages near the entrance of the hall. Three cages with three boys being raffled off in two days. And that was one of the things I was scared about. Who might be my new master? Would he treat me good? I SO wanted someone who I could be with who not just wanted a sex slave, but also a boy. And after almost 12 years here being with both there was a real great difference. I could be a real good slave to someone who also wanted a boy. And I wondered if my new master would give me a name. I couldn't even remember what my name had been.

In fact there were three things I've not been able to remember. My name, what my penis looked like, or what it felt like to be able to talk.

Would I ever get a name?

Would my penis ever start working?

Would I ever be able to talk?

Well in about two hours slave doc will see if the last two can happen. Then back in my cage so the patrons can see all three boys who would be raffled off. The far cage held a cute blond boy, but it was that dark brown boy in the cage next to mine who astounded me. I'd heard of them but never saw a part boy part animal before up close. His whole bottom half was dark skinned and well looked like a small goat with hoofs and white fur. Except where his boy parts, or I guess I should say goat parts, hung. They weren't very big but wow they sure seemed to work. I could see a dark cream brown colored penis extending now and again from his sheath. The head and testicles were much darker. And he had the cutest tiny horns sticking up near his sticking up ears. It was difficult to figure if he was smiling because his small snout wasn't quite boy looking. And he sure attracted a crowd. And the way he liked to show his penis, I think he really liked all that attention.

And I wondered if the person who won me would be keeping me or selling me at auction or something. I hoped 3;

Vasili Dumitrov

Resorts, Inc., to insure the safe transportation of both Randy Bobbicks, the boy destined to be sealed within 'Box number seven' from BoyToys, Inc. where he has just been modified, to the Xanadu Pleasure dome resort almost half a world away. Normally, a routine secure transport, as used for most valuable property, would have been used to transport slave boys from the BoyToys labs to their assigned destination, but this shipment was something special. This would almost be a vacation rather than a mission with any difficulty but as the brothers told me: "That boy absolutely, positively, MUST get to the 'Hall of Boys' by the assigned date. There can be NO other outcome. We have literally millions tied up in this 'Boy Boxing' event."

And a vacation I decided to make it. Since I had decided to lease an air transport with pilots and ground crew – all paid for by the Buddingo brothers – I decided to visit a few of the Federal Parks in that area of the world I'd always wanted to see but had previously been too busy. Of course I ordered my slave boy to prepare all our itinerary and take care of the logistics. I merely told him of three destinations I wanted included. And I enjoyed watching Kon's simple amusement as he had to try on all his new clothing. Unlike most of the Aligned Nations, the Federal Nature Parks and Reserves of Junescu did not allow public nudity even by prepubescent slaves.

Kon Yan

First of all my penis was getting so frustrated. (And this was the only real negative of what was really an exciting trip for me). Master had put a force-field limiter attachment on my genitals which bent my penis downward and stopped it from being 'irritated' by the covering material. I had never realized how sexually arousing it would be to actually walk around in the public with clothing on. And the clothing rubbing my usually stiff 3 inch [7½ cm] boner wasn't the entire story. Even with the limiter on I still was so utterly aroused and almost as much so self conscious. I kept thinking that everyone must be staring at me. But this was actually all so exciting, although I just hated having my penis not have its usual freedom. But I sure had fun trying on all that clothing. It was quite an unusual experience. Except for protecting coverings at infrequent intervals, I had worn nothing but my slave collar, cuffs, harnesses, and at varying frequency my plugs and other restrictive attachments for most of my life. But none of this could possibly be construed as clothing. I think that first hour I had tried on at least 20 different outfits.

And now here I was leading my master toward the big lodge almost as if I were a free boy. It was strangely exciting and disquieting at the same time. And I laughed as the attendant greeted me as 'Master Yan.' My laugh died in my throat when I looked back and saw that 'your-in-deep-trouble' smile on my master's face.

Although part of my modification included being less susceptible to cold – thus being naked was usually no big problem – I was more than happy to be wearing clothing when we got out of the transport and onto the Dominion Ice Sheet, the largest on the continent. The alpine terrain, glaciers, water falls coming right out from under the ice sheets, the beautiful lakes were all almost too much to take in. And I didn't hardly feel the effects of the hiding I took the night before. (Though my butt hole was a bit sore and THAT really takes quite a bit of hard use). It didn't matter that I was not causatively culpable for my 'crime,' only that I had 'enjoyed' the attendant assuming that I was a free person and not correcting him immediately. (My slave collar was mostly covered by clothing).

And the things my master did to my penis slit and butt hole afterwards made me forget all about the paddle and strap. Just enough pain to get my full attention and to get my 'juices' flowing. I made sure that what I made my mouth and butt hole do for my master made HIM forget all about the REASON for the paddle and strap.

But it was what happened on the last day of our vacation which eventually led me to discover firsthand just how effective the punishment mode of the SafeSecure™ Transport Boy Cage could be. [Note: See story entitled: 'SafeSecure™ Transport Boy Cage']. And I have to admit that I definitely deserved my punishment but I insist it was the atypical nature of both our vacation and how I was made to conduct myself during that week – the first time I'd not only been not naked, but without harness or any real restraints for any length of time in years – that I allowed myself to 'enjoy' a conversation with one of the lodge's more 'sexually repressed' guests. It all started during breakfast that last morning when I immediately sat at the table and started ordering through the menu-com without asking permission first. My master chided me openly. The fellow next to us took exception to my master's seemingly maltreatment of his 'son.'

I turned to face him and giggled. "Sir, I'm not his son, I'm his slave."

(That reply included my second misdemeanor – addressing a stranger without permission).

"YOUR'RE one of them!?" he seemed a bit outraged. But not at me. He looked back to my master.

"Yes sir. See my slave collar? I'm only wearing clothes because its required here. Probably why you didn't notice my collar."

"You mean that you were put into slavery at your age? I think that is unconscionable. How much longer is your Indenture?"

I looked 10 years old. I tried to make a tear come to my eye but I couldn't fake it that much. I smiled and started really laying it on. "I'm not Indentured sir. My government sold me."

The man seemed to look like it was he who had been sold. And I could see the man becoming quite agitated and for some reason I found the situation quite humorous. My master just watched.

"That's absolutely abominable." I am not making that up. It was the first time I'd ever heard the word 'abominable' used in a spoken sentence.

He now looked at my master and addressed him: "Have you no decency sir? To actually abet those insane Slavery Laws to go so far as to BUY another human being? I am sure glad they do not allow slavery in my country." (Must have been from Cathland or the other non-aligned nation).

I had all I could do not to laugh. "But sir. My master treats me quite well. And all my slave harnesses and leashes are only of the best workmanship. I'm usually naked all the time and he likes showing me off."

"Naked? Show you off? Leash?" And again he turned to my master: "You treat him like a beast?"

I had to stifle an out right guffaw. "But sir," I replied instead trying to keep his attention. "My master is the most kind master there is. A slave needs discipline, how else can he be made into a good slave?"

Now the guy was visibly shaking. He looked at my master who held a perfectly blank expression. "You have BRAINWASHED this poor boy! Or probably worse."

The man looked at me and continued: "What else does he do to you my poor boy?"

"My master is always kind sir. He only beats me when I deserve it. Like if I don't please him well enough sexually. Or when I hesitate when he gives me a command."

The man now stood and I thought he was going to hit my master. Maybe I went a bit too far. He looked back to me and spoke in a quite forceful manner: "Son, I am quite wealthy. My own aircar I can have here in minutes. I will take you with me and you can be free in my country." He looked at my master and almost spat: "This piece of offal need not abuse you any more."

I now must have looked a bit fearful, but it was not for the reason the guy would have expected. "But sir, it's against the law. And besides my collar. I COULDN'T come with you. If my master commands, and I do not obey, it can debilitate me. And wow does that hurt!"

The man immediately grabbed me and stated: "No longer boy. I've called my pilot. You will be free in less than two hours." He started trying to actually pick me up. My master no longer saw any humor in the situation. He turned to me and in a command voice which can activate the collar stated: "Boy do not allow yourself to go with this man. That is an order."

I now used some of what I learned in my training and easily escaped his hold. I suppose it was some kind of momentary reversion and at the time seemed quite the amusing thing to do, so I turned to my master and pretended to plead: "Please master, don't hurt me again. I really will obey."

By that time a number of other patrons, and several employees including an assistant manager were at our table. Later that day my master accused me of deliberately baiting the poor guy.

"But master can't I have fun now and then?"

My master then chuckled. "It was amusing. But you do realize that your behavior caused no end of trouble."

Hence about five hours later our transport was on its way to the BoyToy labs with me discovering that a SafeSecure™ Boy Cage made for someone 7 inches [18 cm] taller and 35 pounds [16 kg] heavier can STILL be made to accommodate myself and that its Punishment Mode will STILL work. The cage was brought for the transport of the slave to the Xanadu resort. And my master was also making great use of the muffling gag he had brought with us. He said that my occasional screams had been distracting.

Argant Promescue

When the boy had first been released from the SafeSecure™ Boy Cage, there must have been several hundred people in the hall itself watching the event and many hundreds more watching the entire thing in 360holo-view while lounging elsewhere. This Seventh Annual Boy Boxing was also being transmitted to many remote sites for paid viewers and also being recorded. It was quite the production.

The boy was absolutely stunning. Beautiful boy physique of a young prepubescent teen with golden light brown skin and darker highlights in his genital region, butt hole – which was deliberately shown to the audience by the simple expedient of bending him just about in half and forcibly holding him up as the central stage revolved. And it sure got my penis stiff as an iron rod with all his pleading, crying and begging for us to stop. Of course that just got the audience in a fever pitch right from the start. His occasional convulsive movements trying to escape our grasp also heightened the crowds excitement.

When the boy was first released from his tight confining cage I was at first wondering if we had the same boy I had sent on his way to the BoyToy labs several months ago. He was totally without hair. But soon his voice and fighting spirit made it obvious he was the same boy and he even recognized me. I was quite pleased.

He crying pleas as the four men forced him onto the totally clear table – the holo cameras were recording from every angle – almost made my penis split my pants. Of course I was totally relentless.

"Just think boy, in a few hours you will be totally imprisoned in that small box." I pointed and he looked over with total horror written on his face. He made a renewed effort to escape our hold and one of his flailing legs did become loose for a moment. The crowd burst into cheers as many people started rooting for the boy to escape. Of course he'd not get very far. Besides all the security there was a temporary obedience collar on him which we could use to debilitate him – along with administering considerable pain – with a vocal command.

"NOOOO!" His wail rang out above the din.

I had just grabbed his 4 inch [10 cm] hard boner, with its beautifully formed circumcised head, and started pushing the solid probe into his small piss slit forcing it to stretch quite painfully I would have imagined. The rod was about 8 inches [20 cm] long with its starting end with a curve which, when anchored, would perpetually hold the boy's stiff penis in a perpendicular alignment to his body. A tiny mini-cam homed into the procedure and his genitals totally filled a series of holo-monitors around the hall. His legs were now being held wide apart for the very best view. The boy's screaming voice reverberated through the place almost needing no amplification. And I deliberately took several minutes just to insert the rod until only its expanded end came to rest against the glans encircling the boy's piss slit. The rod would soon send its micro tendrils through the walls of the boy's urethra and into his very flesh. Eventually they would merge permanently with his nervous system. From then on he would have absolute no control over the sensations his penis and genitals would be sending to his brain.

When the rod was full seated I then retrieved a strange looking mesh which looked like a haphazard entwining of fine silver wires. I slapped the boy's flank to get his attention.

"Hay boy, if you thought that just wait until I put this around your privates. See this? They will soon cover your entire penis and testicles!"

The boy was now sobbing quite hysterically. I absolute loved every second of his mental torment.

"Please. I beg you please stop. I'll do anything. I promise. Anything."

"Boy, you already ARE doing what we want. Keep crying and screaming. And please keep struggling."

The boy did just that as I spread the exactly shaped silver mesh over his penis shaft and then his small wrinkled brown scrotum. The four big men actually had to exert some force to keep the boy's limbs from flailing too excessively.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" the first of the boy's many screams reverberated off the walls. Almost all the other slave boys had been temporarily removed from the hall and relocated elsewhere. The only ones remaining were three boys in small cages near the front entrance who would be raffled off to some lucky winners after the main event. But those three boys cringed even though they could not actually see the proceedings.

The boy's screams continued as the micro fibers from the invading penial tube and the encasing mesh sunk into his flesh. Two minutes of screams and sobs then suddenly stopped. This would be one of the interesting moments. As the fibers made it final connections to the nerves in the boy's genitals it would cause him to have an instant orgasmic climax probably more intense then he'd ever imagined possible. The boy arched his back suddenly and his legs were pulled upward with such force that the grip of the two men holding him almost lost their grip. Now it was a high pitched moan that escalated into the most long drawn out gasp I'd ever heard. A full minute or more of spasams oscillated throughout the boys body. His breathing came in short gasps as his eyes rolled up in his head. His body then suddenly collapsed as he momentarily passed out. A few moments later his tried to say something but all that came out was gibberish. Eventually I could head a low volume but distinct single word: "Wow!"

The sensitive microphones picked it up and the entire audience showed its appreciation of what had just happened by shouting or some even applauded.

"See boy? You can look forward to many more of the same in the many years to come."

He didn't seem ameliorated. Instead my reminding him of his fate brought another round of sobs. And then pleas.

Next he as turned over and then bent almost in half as the table folded in the middle. We wanted a clear shot of the boy's butt cheeks and dark brown anal ring. Again the mini-cam homed in for a close-up view. The boy again wailed as he felt the next attachment touch his butt hole. It had been modified to take the next attachment which was fully 12 inches [30 cm] long and four inches [10 cm] across. Of course the invasion of his butt hole and rectum, stretching his anal sphincters to the max was not meant to be a pleasant experience. His screams proved that. I gradually pushed the monster butt plug home. It was in fact a means of removing his excrement. It used both mechanical and hydraulic means of keeping his bowel empty. Of course it also had other features. This would be one well fucked boy! His entire rectum would annealed to the plug which would also have its own turn at stimulating the boy sexually, and in its other function, along with the rod and mesh connecting to his genitals, provide quite a sufficient amount of pain on demand.

But now it was merely an inert object raping the boy's rectum. I made sure that the process was long and drawn out. And it was a good thing that the boy's vocal chords were medicated beforehand otherwise he would by now be half voiceless from his screams. And I even smiled as his momentarily freed arm, with one of his convulsive attempts to stop what was happening to him, even hit my face. I just smiled knowing that his own pain, some hours hence, would be inestimably greater.

Finally I was almost sad when the entire 12 inches [30 cm] were embedded. There was a small flange which also covered the entirety of his outer anal ring. And if his wails were loud before, when I touched a control which caused the thing to attach itself to his flesh brought a ear breaking crescendo of a scream.

Unfortunately this attachment only lasted about 12 seconds. By that time the boy had just about collapsed and was now quietly sobbing, with an occasional weakly whimpered "No" added to his moans and sobs.

Too bad I thought as I knew that the small valve attached to the hole in his modified urethra between his butt hole and his now encased testicles had been done in the BoyToy labs. It needed a bit more precision than we could do here. A fitting from this hole extended into the boy's bladder allowing for a constant drain. The valve, presently closed, would be attached to the tube draining his bladder for the remainder of his life.

The only other attachments were his forced feeding mouth and throat gag, and the tubes put into his nostrils to keep him breathing. But these would be put in lace only after his installation into his permanent box is almost completed. After all we want to hear his wails and pleas throughout the proceedings.

Now the difficult part. There was to be a total body network of micro sensors and stimulators placed around his entire body except for his head. And the entire webbing was manufactured to fit him very tightly even so far as separating his fingers and toes. This mesh was an amazing feat of technology and which made the simulation of his future torture sessions possible.

A doctor, who had been monitoring the boy's vitals just then came to us and gave the boy a shot stating to the audience that it was to insure that the boy could continue to give us the best show possible. It contained a stimulant and a revitalize.

The boy almost instantly came out of his seeming stupor and started shouting all over again.

"PLEASE! No more." The words were quite recognizable through his renewed sobs.

The process of putting the boy into the neural web was laborious but satisfying as he tried to kick his legs and hold his hands tightly fisted when we got to that part. His legs were held solidly as the mesh was pulled up his lags like a glove. Then hi truck of his body was with some difficulty pulled up to his arms. Now it was necessary to strap the boy down via straps about his chest, stomach, and upper and lower legs. It required all four men to extend the fighting boy's arms and fingers. Finally first one and the other arm were encased. Then the thing self sealed over his body with only his genitals and head protruding. It made the boy several shades darker as the thousands of minute neural dots covered his body.

I could not resist. I spoke into the boy's ear. If you think the other things were painful this will be even better. I hit the control as I saw the look of stark fear hit the boy's face. It didn't last long. The next was one of pure agony as the neural dots sent millions of micro-fibers into his body connecting to the neural network of his own body. For about a full second he couldn't even make a noise. Then about one of the loudest and most heart rending wails blasted out of his mouth. It was also a good thing that by this time he had been quite well strapped down. Unfortunately it was over all too soon. I was told that the pain left as abruptly as it started. Of course the boy's sobs continued.

The assembly then took a break. The proceedings were sometimes emotionally exhausting to many people and we all needed a break. The boy's continuing wracking sobs were counterpoint to the crowd's excitement and in many cases rabid arousal. During the intermission the boy's 'box' assumed center stage. At this time only the back and floor piece were in evidence. After he was installed into this portion of the box the sides would be put in place. And only after he was totally installed would the top be fused into position, permanently separating the boy into his own three foot by three foot by three foot [90 x 90 x 90 cm] universe.

Number 6

And I kept myself distracted by staring at my own 1 inch [2½ cm] penis. I couldn't stop looking at it. And the wrinkled small lump below it which the slave doctor said held my little testicles. I was wondering if they'd ever actually work,

"Not to be worried boy." The doc tried to reassure me. You had been on drugs to stop any development, but they had been discontinued a week ago. Your genitals will get a bit bigger and your testicles will even drop but not much more will happen. After all you are a permanent 7 year old. But I have stimulated the nerves to grow. In about a month you will be capable of experiencing quite a great orgasm coming from your little boy parts."

Now I was confused. I thought that was what I'd been feeling from my butt hole all these years. I asked the doc about this.

"You are one lucky boy you know. You will eventually be able to experience pleasure from both places. It was how your body was originally modified."

I was quite excited. Real excited and sex excited. I started to rub my penis and the doc smiled.

"You will definitely get a pleasurable feeling by that now but it will take several weeks before you will be capable of genital orgasm. And probably your new owner will give you drugs to make sure you can only get an orgasm by something being shoved that quite cute butt hole of yours."

I also smiled. I sure knew what that was like. I just hoped that my new owner would want to make it even better by bondage-ing me first and doing all that other stuff. Just the idea of being manhandled (literally) had me so sexed up!

And I was amazed that I could now actually talk. The doc said he undid something which I didn't really understand but whatever it worked right away. 'Cept that I could barely whisper at first. Couldn't do much more than that even three hours later.

Doc said that I hadn't used my cords – whatever they were – for 12 years. So they were quite 'rusty.' But just to hear my own voice was totally amazing. I didn't want to stop talking. But my throat started hurting after a while. He sprayed something down my throat that felt much better and he told me not to try to talk too much the first week or so. I really tried to do like he said but the temptation was too great. Until my throat hurts again.

Now I was back in my cage so the people could see the boys being given to the lucky winners. Now this was what most started to worry me. What would my new master be like. And I kept telling myself I was going to be the very best of all slave boys so he would like me a whole lot. And I kept dreaming of having only one person to lease all the time. That was the one thought which I kept thinking over and over again. Well except when I saw my penis and started rubbing it. And I was totally surprised when the doc then took off my chains and never put them back on me. I almost forgot all about being free of them. Of course I still had my cuffs. And my collar and butt plug. Of course the mouth gag and muzzle was off a lot when I had to pleasure on of my clients. And maybe my new master might want me in chains again anyway. I almost hoped so. They were sort of comfortable having them on. Well comfortable wasn't the right word but I couldn't think of the really right one.

And wow I can't believe I'd been a slave for 12 years already. I tried to feel what I felt like before. I mean before I was a slave but I couldn't make any of those feelings happen. In fact it scared the hell out of me. I felt so safe being a slave.

Wow, that time that boy REALLY screamed. I was wondering what they were doing to him and at the same time glad I didn't know. Then I started rubbing my penis again AND thinking about my new master.

Jeremy Black

Finally I had to take a break. Torturing a boy was hard work. And I had some sweat dribbling down my own naked body. I looked down at the suffering boy and smiled at his cute boner still sticking straight up.

When he stopped crying he pleaded with me to stop. "Please mister, 3; I mean master, please don't hurt me any more."

I stroked his tightly curled hair and then kissed his luscious full lips. For that he seemed eager. I had been told that most of the boys here had been modified to react quite strongly to sexual cues. I next started sucking on his one and a half inch [4 cm] 'peepee' as he called it. Quite long I thought for his apparent age. He reacted immediately by shaking all over and emitting such delightful squeaking noises. Quite soon he started bucking and pushing his groin upward. He was now emitting noises indication extreme arousal. I was stunned. The eight year old started bucking rhythmically in cadence to his moans. Then a small amount of liquid oozed out of his pricklet and I experienced an almost immediate arousal totally off the charts. It was a powerful aphrodisiac I was so utterly aroused that I stood and rammed home my own rigid 7 inches [18 cm] right to the hilt – for the third time that afternoon. He screamed but almost immediately got this glazed look as I stimulated his tiny butt hole and rectum. I was quite happy to allow the boy his own pleasure again as I got mine. That must have been some powerful drug I'd obtained from his tiny erupting penis as my own orgasm – the fourth that day – seemed to last even longer than the others. Even after I knew I'd been totally drained waves of ecstasy sent waves through my entire body.

Finally I had to stop. I found myself almost collapsed over the boys small body. I finally pulled out and my now slack member slapped against my pendulous ball sac. The boy I noted had actually passed out. What an experience. I spoke a certain word and two older slaves appeared out of seemingly nowhere and took charge of the little dark skinned boy. He looked so utterly innocent there in spite of his pricklet still sticking straight up. The attendants said that the boy would be put into a refresher tank, where he'd be spend a night recuperating and fed. By morning he would be good as new with no memory of the day's activity. He'd be hung on the door of his cell awaiting his next master's wishes. As I watched his feet being released from his shackles I was quite surprised of how little of his body I had left unmarked. I saw that his feet were unmarked – the next portion of his cute body that I had intended to put into agony. But alas I did have limits after all. I was utterly exhausted.

Randy Bobbicks

But It was all very real. And I couldn't stop crying. They were really going to put me into a box. I didn't want to believe it. I COULDN'T believe it. But that thing in my butt and in my penis was so REAL. And I felt a strange covering all over my body. Damn did that hurt for a while. That horrible smiling man said that it was a neural net – whatever that was. But I had a terrible idea of what it would do. He said it would make me feel things even without direct touch. And I shook again realizing just what things I'd be made to feel. I started sobbing as a wave of deep despair shook through my body. I almost had no fight left in me. I tried to move to maybe rip that net thing off me and that was when I realized I didn't have any finger nails anymore. SHIT! They thought of everything I was thinking. They were all very determined about all this. I kept hoping it was all some way to really scare me. But this was going way too far for just to scare someone. I started shuddering in despair as I wished I was back home. And I could be in my own bed and wake up realizing this was all a horrible nightmare. And then I remembered that totally amazing orgasm. That what it must have been. Never felt anything like it before and for a minute or so I'd actually forgotten what was happening to me. Now why couldn't they do THAT to me of they had to do something? And that reminded my of something one of the men said when I was taken out of that horrible other box. They called the thing sitting over there the box of pain and pleasure. But that one positive thought suddenly collapsed as I though of the box I was transported in and realized I'd be in sort of a similar box forever. FOREVER! It was too much to take in. Despair washed over me all over again. I suddenly tried to struggle against all the straps which stopped me from hardly moving. I couldn't help myself. I knew I couldn't get loose but I tried anyway.

"Please God, help me!" I really didn't believe there was any god who WAS actually listening but despair almost made me believe anyway. Why couldn't I have just gone along with my parents and not made any waves? Just been a good boy and at least pretended to believe what they told me. Suddenly I heard the men coming back and I couldn't stop myself from yelling. It almost felt like the yell was coming from someone else. The man touched my arm and I screamed.

Argant Promescue

Now for the main part of the event. Putting the boy INTO his box! I was a bit disappointed when we released the boy's straps and he just lay there sobbing quietly. We picked him up, brought him over to the box almost in a sitting position. And started sitting him down onto the projecting attachment sticking up almost ten inches [25 cm] from the floor of the box. The back portion and seat portion of the box had been designed to mold to the exact contours of the boy's body. It's special material would even allow his skin to evaporate his sweat. As the plug in the boy's butt made first contact with the metal projection from the floor of the box, the boy became manic. He started struggling again trying to keep his butt out of reach of the projection. But he was no match for five strong men as we inexorably sat him down onto a mechanism which would forever stay inside his rectum. He yelled and screamed and then started cursing. Such language almost made me cringe. And I was startled to realize it was the very first time I'd heard his use such language.

But push down we did and soon he was forced into a sitting position. We then let go. He was now permanently anchored never to be removed. He flailed about and pushed with his hands against the floor of the box. Of course it was all futile but so very entertaining. We let the boy struggle for a full five minutes trying to release his butt from its anchorage. He finally stopped and started crying again. He looked about slowly almost as if he saw the crowd for the first time.

"FUCK YOU BASTARDS. FUCK YOU ALL!"

I suspected he was a might upset, but this was the first time he showed pure anger. I think it was finally sinking in that there was absolutely no hope. I was rubbing my crotch and I suddenly started spasming with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. And I almost was embarrassed until I looked around and saw quite a few men in the crowd with their hard cocks out and being handled. Many had their own boy ministering to them. I was suddenly wishing I had my own boy her with me. Oh well. Back to the boy.

The rest of the boxing went all too fast. We first started attaching the boy's body to the back wall of his box. His struggles had weakened considerably. He alternately cried, screamed in frustration, and then cursed, as we affixed his unyielding bonds. First there were a set of wide bands, anchored in the back wall, which fitted around his slim waist. Two men had to hold his shoulders fast against the back of the box to allow me to seal them together. Then another set went around his upper chest. And then a wide one around his neck. That was the one which bright pure terror back into his eyes. Now any strong movement would cause him to choke.

"Please no! Please." he was back to begging. I was getting strongly aroused again in spite of my recent orgasm.

I leaned in close. "Just think boy. This is for forever!"

This time he just wept. It was a shame he stopped struggling. Several mini-cams took in every little nuance of what we were doing and how the boy was reacting. I couldn't wait to watch the holo when I got back to my suite – and my own slave boy. The boy started to panic when we fitted the sides of his box in place. A loud heart rending wail came out of his now hoarse throat. I couldn't help laughing. The sides automatically fused with the back and bottom pieces when put into place. Now many of the patrons watched the overhead holo-cams. An almost unresisting boy, just sending up those tremoring wails, next had his arms anchored in place. First we positioned his right elbow slightly outward where it was pushed into the molded corner of the box, about midway from the bottom. Two sets of bands went over his upper arm anchoring it to the back wall while the forearm was likewise attached to the side of the box which now extended forward almost parallel to the floor of the box. The same was then down to the left arm. The boy seemed to watch in despair as his arms became immobile. Next were his hands and even his individual fingers. His hand was opened wide and his palm and then every his fingers and thumb were affixed allowing him almost no possible movement. He watched intently seemingly in shock as even his cries stopped. Just quiet tears ran down his face.

Now we all stepped back and looked at our efforts. Except for his head, the entire upper part of the boy's body was attached and nearly immobile. We were told that the special modification to his skin and tissue would allow him to be so bound inside his box without any worry about injury or even irritation. I looked out at the audience and there must have been a couple hundred penises planted into boy's holes or mouths as the audience took full advantage of the arousing event before them.

Now it was time to attach the boy's feet and legs into place. As the boy's right leg was bent so that his foot could be anchored next to the front of the floor and against the right wall, the boy in panic suddenly started screaming and tried to stop his leg from being bent. His efforts were in vein. His foot soon was fitted into the mold put into lace to hold it in one spot and bands around the ankle and over the top pf the foot held it in place. The boy's lower calf was then banded to the side wall. And finally small bands were actually put over each individual toe. The boy screamed! And then suddenly seemed to deflate as his left leg was likewise anchored without resistance.

He looked at us quietly weeping. And except for his head, now almost totally immobile. Now was the part which I was truly waiting for. I was told that the last few boys so boxed went into full total panic as their head was pushed against its molded back cradle and the molded near total mask was placed over their face and then fused together, forever encasing the boy's entire head against the back wall of the box. The only openings were for his nostrils and widely extended mouth. And this boy was no different. A constant high pitched wail erupted as his naked head was forced into place and the inflexible mask put over his face. It automatically fused into permanent position as it was aligned. The boy would never see anything again. His high pitched wails became quite ragged as panic hit full bore, He started flexing all his muscles in a last ditch effort to escape his imprisonment. And the a control was touched on the top of the face mask. The boy gave the loudest and highest pitched scream of the entire boxing event as again micro-fibers from the face mask invaded his eyelids sealing them to his bottom lids and anchoring them permanently shut. It was necessary to stop the leaking of tears inside the mask. The boy kept trying to shake free of his permanent bondage but all he accomplished was a minor movement with the flexure of his muscles. I learned later that his bonds would automatically take up the slack as his muscles deteriorated from their lack of full flexure.

His high pitched moans were finally cut off as a specially molded mouth gag was forced into his toothless mouth, forcing it to near its widest extension. Now only very muffled throat noises escaped from his mouth. Next tubes were forced into his nostrils and down his throat. They were anchored to the face mask and after a control was touched the interior ends of the tubes found their way into the boy's trachea. A small hole was permitted into one of the tubes to allow the boy to push air up his throat so that we could still hear his muffled noises. Later a small throat microphone would be attached and wired to an outside speaker to allow his future audience hear his moans of despair and screams of pain. The mouth plug was a technological marvel. As a control was touched, it did several things. It extended a tube down the boy's throat making sure that his vocal cords would still operate. Then the gag itself annealed itself to his mouth, lips, and even the end of his tongue, only allowing enough movement for the boy to swallow. And finally the outer edge of the gag fused with his face mask. Quite diabolical.

The boy was almost totally boxed. A small tube was next connected to the valve draining his bladder, and another lead was attached to the very end of his now jutting and forever stiff penis. An air tube was connected to the nostrils and a forced feeding apparatus attached to his mouth gag. Other lines and tubes also entered the box for monitoring purposes and environmental controls. Wouldn't want the boy to get too hot. I felt a bit sad that it had not lasted longer. Of course there was still the second part of the event later this evening when the boy would discover just what that neural net affixed to most of his body, and that lead attached to the end of his penis sheath, would do.

We all stepped back to admire the final product. The boy was still obviously struggling making a series of whining noises from his muffled throat. I wondered just what he was now thinking as he must realize that here he would stay for the entirety of his life.

Finally the front piece and top were fused into place, the box lifted onto its final resting pedestal, and all tubes and leads, contained within the pedestal were connected. A series of extreme high pitched noises came now from the operating microphone attached to the boy's throat as the final two sides of the box were put into place. A final wail of total despair.

As most of the crowd was leaving for rest and refreshment – and other lustful activities – a continuous series of strident muffled moans came from within the newly and permanently sealed box. I wondered what the boy was thinking as he realized that he was sealed within for the remainder of his life – a very possible 50 to 70 years. One more boy was totally encased within his metal universe. The boxing of the seventh boy was complete.

Jeremy Black

I finally struggled from my bed, took a leisurely shower – the first one all week in which a small boy was not soaping my back along with other important parts – and decided to see if I could another boy, maybe even Judd again, to accompany me back to – for the final evening meal of my wonderful, never to be forgotten, vacation. I also realized that my life had been fundamentally changed. And I was more determined than ever to eventually acquire my own special slave boy. One I could cherish for the rest of my life.

As I dressed I addressed the com. "Inquiry."

A remarkable life like voice answered. "Connected."

"That restaurant overlooking Bottomless Chasm, when would be the earliest reservation for two?

"Outside window seat, two hours sir, otherwise 15 minutes."

"Would a calash be available for transportation?"

"Yes sir, but only with pony-boys. No full animal modification pairs are available."

"Is Judd currently available?"

"Sir, we regret that he is no longer available until tomorrow at 10 am."

Oh well, I figured I'd pick up the best available boy when I reached the lobby. The availability of cute dark skinned 7 to 8 year olds seemed almost limitless. I finished dressing and remembered the message ping.

"Inquiry."

"Connected."

'I was pinged about 30 minutes ago. Could you give me the message?"

"Sir, we are very happy to inform you that your lottery ticket, #5555 was a winner."

I was momentarily puzzled. "Lottery ticket?"

"Yes sir. Your prize is awaiting you in your outer vestibule along with a slave employee with necessary papers to sign."

"Papers?"

"Yes sir. Ownership papers. And you should be happy to know that the Slave Transfer Tax has already been prepaid. Congratulations sir."

"Congratulations?" I didn't realize I'd spoken aloud.

I hurried to the outer vestibule as the com continued its prattle. And there before me knelt the cutest boy I'd ever seen! Absolutely beautiful and stunning. And almost instantly bringing an acute stiffness to another portion of my anatomy. It was almost as if someone had dredged the very image of my perfect boy from my mind and embodied it in front of me.

And then realization struck! I almost sunk to my own knees. In fact that is just what I did. The boy looked a bit frightened and started weeping a few tears.

"Master, may I ask a question?" his voice was barely audible and raspy.

"Why certainly boy."

"Do you not like me, Master? I promise to be a very good slave boy."

Jeremy grabbed up the boy in his arms and started leaking his own tears. "Boy you are absolutely perfect." Then he remembered that he had to BE as good a master as the boy promised to be a slave. "So long as you obey me."

Jeremy held the boy away far enough to look him up and down. The naked boy, less than 3½ feet [1.05 m] tall and maybe 50 pounds [23 kg], perhaps 6 or 7 years in apparent age, smiled through even more tears. Then he took on a very earnest expression. "Oh master I will be perfectly obedient. I've had lots a practice."The boy was a golden brown with darker highlights in all his special places. His features appeared to be of mostly dark Oriental pedigree, more Malay or Thai rather than Chinese or Japanese.

Jeremy was trying to remember some of the facts concerning the three raffled boys but could only remember a very few hazy non-essentials.

"Boy, do you have a name?"

"No master, I've been called Number 6 for the past 12 years."

"Number 6?"

"Yes master. I was a Stable Boy. We only had numbers."

Jeremy stood up and picked the small boy up from the floor. He seemed to weigh almost nothing. Let's sit where it's comfortable. He then realized that another slave, this one older and clothed – obviously an employee of the resort was patiently waiting.

After signing some papers without even reading them he grabbed then, and his boy, and retreated to the sitting room – the one overlooking the lake.

"Tell me all about yourself boy."

In a voice which gradually got at least a bit stronger, the boy recounted his life attending to his ponies. The boy seemed genuinely happy and seemed to have liked his duties.

"But we never spoke. And I was the only one to keep my private boy parts." Number 6 explained just why he was the rare exception.

"Class two slave?"

"Yes master. I had a 12 year Indenture. But now I'm a permanent slave. Class two I think means I decided to stay a slave."

Jeremy was startled. This boy just announced so cavalierly that he had voluntarily chosen to remain a slave – for LIFE!

When Jeremy seemed to hesitate the boy continued with a small fear in his voice: "Master, I really need a master. Please? I promise to be the very best slave boy in the whole world."

Jeremy was taken by the total earnestness in the boy's voice and manner. "Do not be afraid boy. I will also try to be the best master."

The boy smiled and hugged his master tightly. "Master, I am especially good in bed too. And you can do things to me. I don't mind."

The boy thought to himself: "I might cry and even scream some, but I won't mind. Just be a good master and care for me."

They talked some more and Jeremy suddenly remembered he was quite late for his dinner reservation. "Look boy. Are you hungry?"

"Always master." The boy's smile lit his entire face.

As Jeremy carried his boy out of the room he asked the boy if he was used to being in a slave harness and leash.

"I was mostly kept in shackles master, with real heavy chains. And I had a muzzle on all the time except when someone wanted me to suck or lick their sex parts. I'm REAL GOOD at that too."

"Well boy. I think you will look great in a slave harness. We must pick one up before we go home."

Number 6 was just a bit frightened again but more so he was excited. The stable had been his home for almost forever. But the sound of a different home still sounded so good. And with his very own master!

"And I can't keep calling you Number 6. We have to find you a good name."

The Buddingo Brothers (owners of Xanadu Resorts, Inc.)

Ben Buddingo smiled at the image of Jeremy Black almost squeezing the breath out of his newly acquired slave boy from one of the many secret monitors installed throughout their resort. He stayed seated while absentmindedly fondling the little boy parts of his current boy of the month. "I assure you Ted, the best prognosticating programs available believe we are probably watching one of our planet's new crop of multi-millionaires if not billionaires. And he will look upon us and our establishment with great favor."

The small blond six year old squealed as Ben Buddingo stuck one of his fingers into the boy's clean butt hole and wiggled it around. The boy had been recently modified and responded to this invasion with a few giggles and quite a bit of that special feeling and excitement coming from his own peepee and poop hole. His modification even allowed the boy to experience quite a lengthy and intense orgasm when his exit hole was stimulated by his master's own much bigger peepee.

They discussed this for a bit more and then got back to the Boxing of Boy Seven. Ben asked his brother. "How about we witness this evening's torture of the seventh boy in person? Maybe one of us can even get in a few of our own strokes."

"Ben, that's more your thing than mine. I think I'll watch from here."

Ben Buddingo ate a surprisingly modest dinner and then opted for a pony cart to take both himself and his naked blond cutie to the Hall of Boys. They had already started. He could hear the commotion from fifty feet [15 m] away. He was quite satisfied with the turnout and the increase in revenue from this year's event. And he was also quite satisfied in this year's choice of boy. Such stamina and fight! Just what was needed to fire up the audience. And have them spend more money in using his resorts proffered amenities.

As he entered the pavilion he realized that he wasn't that late after all. The boy's torture hadn't started. He could still hear the boy's moans of extreme pleasure over the speaker system. The first part of the evening's entertainment was the remote stimulation of the boy's genitals, rectal sphincters, and greatly enhanced prostate. The stimulation was kept up for almost 20 minutes. Ben Buddingo always wondered if such intense and long lasting stimulation of the young boy's sexual organs ever got to the point of pain rather than pleasure. But the high pitched keening still coming from in surround sound seemed to indicate that the boy was still indeed in full pleasure mode. Another ten minutes and the boy's small whimpers would seem to indicate that he had enough for the time being.

He walked closer to the front stage where there appeared a small boy, an exact replica of boy number seven, standing there totally naked upon a raised dais. But it was a new piece of technology. Not just an exact holographic representation of boy seven, but its surface area specially designed to transmit to the neural net now enveloping the boy's body exactly the same sensation from contact which the specialized holo-image would experience if it were an alive boy. When struck with specially designed 'neural' flogger, whip, paddle, cane, strap, or any similar object, the boy inside his box will feel exactly the same sensation as if he were the one struck. Even needle punctures and electro torture could be simulated. And the greatest thing that the torture could be kept up almost indefinitely with exactly zero injury to the actual boy.

And for the next three hours the muffled screams, yells, shouts, piercing ululations coming from the boy's box indicated that the technology was working perfectly. The seemingly solid holo-image screamed and contorted to the torture in exact synchronization to the real boy's howls.

For the first stage just about every surface of the boy's body was subjected to a very systematic flogging. Then the paddling of his butt ensued. Then his body received stripe after stripe from several varieties of canes. There was an intermission as the next group of torturers were chosen from among the enthusiastic crowd who paid extra for this very privilege of giving boy number seven his first 'public' punishment. During this same time period, a near continuous series of pathos seeking throaty whimpers came from the speaker system.

But it was Mr. Buddingo who restarted the next round of torture by using a classical tawse on the forced open palms of the boy's (holo-imaged) extended hands. The howls from the speakers was quite satisfying. Orgies centered around the generously supplied slave boys were spontaneously occurring throughout the pavilion.

The holo-image was then made to depict the bastinado of the boy's feet. The howls coming from the speaker hit a new high pitch as swipe after swipe of a simulated supple cane was made to the soles of the boy's feet.

By this time many of the participant were more focused on the satisfaction of their own lusts than on the suffering boy number seven. A short period of electro-torture elicited some additional screams but it was quite obvious that the boy needed a 'rest' so to provide a better response to additional torture. The one thing that the technology did not provide for was the continuing effects of the boy's torture. When the image faded so too did the sensation in the boy's neural net. And Mr. Buddingo also decided to have a bit of mercy on the poor boy. In the usual scenarios in the boy's future periods of torture would not last nearly so long and they would be punctuated with a greater numbers of imposed orgasmic delights.

After a short period of rest where the barest of sobs could be heard from the speakers, the boy's genitalia and rectum were again stimulated. The sobs suddenly turned into gasps of pleasure as the boy was kept in induced orgasm for more than 15 minutes.

As Mr. Buddingo left the pavilion, planning his own sexual assault on his boy of the month, he also wondered if the software was finally written to simulate the puncturing of number seven's flesh with slender needles – one of his favorite tortures. One time he was able to puncture a boy's four inch [10 cm] slender penis with a total of 60 well placed needles. He only stopped because the boy had fainted. And as he entered his own quarters he remembered that there was a new 10 year old boy just admitted to the 'Iron Dungeon' who had been so modified that he now sported the actual penis and testicles of a full grown stallion. He made a few commands and an image of the new permanent resident of cell number 102 filled the space in front of him. Between was strapped upright onto an X-shaped cross, and between his legs hung a particularly obscene monstrosity. The huge testicle sac reached to the boy's knees while a partly engorged horse dick swung almost to the floor. The boy appeared to be caught into a daze of great sexual need of release as leads, attached to the base of his oversized genitals, were being continuously stimulated them in twenty minute cycles. He watched as the organ fully engorged and eventually stood out at almost right angles, the flaring flattened head of the boy's penis dripped a steady liquid. Because of the impossibility of obtaining from the small boy's body a sufficient blood supply to fully engorge the horse dick from complete retraction, the penis was never less than 80% engorged. The boy would never be released from some kind of sexual arousal for the rest of his life.

But Mr. Buddingo was trying to estimate just how many slender needles he would need to pierce every square inch surface of that mammoth horse's penis hanging below that 10 year old's groin. He then looked at his current boy of the month and decided that his fate at the end of the month would also include the judicious penetration of his small body with as many needles as possible without inflicting any real damage. He smiled as he thrust his own considerable member into the boy's augmented rectal orifice. (Or as the boy in question called it – his pooper hole).

Randy Bobbicks

Randy Bobbicks, who will never hear his name spoken again, or really ever 'see' his brother, as he was now confined to perpetual darkness and only the indistinct hum of the system keeping him alive, would never know that he would never have to actually experience, at least in memory, the unfurling of weeks, or months, or years. After sensor readings of the first two 'boxed boys' had determined that they had eventually retreated mentally into a continuous waking dream state, steps were taken to insure that the remaining boys would have no such easy withdrawal from their reality. What was accomplished to other slave boys in other circumstances by drugs to erase recent memories, was now done by the simpler expedient of destroying the boxed boys' minds ability to form any additional long term memory.

Flinx (formerly Number 6)

And my new master is the best in all the world! Just the other day he actually got all worried that he had hurt me too bad when he had spread me eagled on his bed and kept touching me with that new pain thing. I finally decided that NOT telling him that it hardly even hurt was NOT being an unfaithful slave boy. I promised myself if he actually asked me point blank I'd tell him the truth. But as far as I am concerned what my master does not know won't hurt me.

And my master takes me EVERYWHERE. I never imagined there could actually be so many different places. Or so many flavors of food. Or so many nice people in the universe. And it took me forever to understand that a REAL pony couldn't understand me when I talked to it! Boy ponies are so much better. (And they also smell better)! And I feel so great when he puts me in one of my slave harnesses and leads me around on my leash. I feel so much his special boy!

And WOW did it really feel so weird when he made me put on clothes when we went to see his parents. No wonder people wear clothes all the time – it makes you feel so sexy all the time.

And I still don't believe that accidentally jamming that pain thing on its lowest setting is being a bad slave boy. Besides, my master told me he was more into neat bondage stuff, and that gets me all sexcited. (I made up that word). It sends such great 'sex waves' all through me. And that tube he puts into my little peepee and the other ring thing holding it there feels so sexy even if I can't get all 'gasmy by just rubbing my peepee anymore. But he puts his own big peepee into my butt hole so often that I seem to be 'gasming all the time anyway.

The End