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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;

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