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 Nick Vander

   Rise of the Silver Prince Summary

   Boy, the trophy-boy slave of a notorious modified sex slave trader
accidently kills his Master and is forced to run away with his loyal
attendant slave.  On their journey they meet the Silver Street Boys, a gang
of ragtag runaway slaves who have carved themselves a new life of depravity
in the slums of Boreal City.  With the authorities hot on their tails the
boys go from one sexcapade to another in the hope of finding a new life.

   Characters (so far)

   Boy (13yo), Slave, Trophy-Boy of Markus Warrington

   Nurse (12yo) Slave, Nephew of Markus Warrington

   Markus Warrington (58yo) Owner of Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium

   Arnold Gleeson (43yo) Governor of Boreal City

   Category & Story codes

   BOY-SLAVE STORY/future Mtb - SLAVE non-cons/cons oral anal mod

   Disclaimer

   If you are under the legal age of majority in your area or have
objections to this type of expression, please stop reading now.



   If you don't like reading stories about men having sex with boys, why
are you here in the first place?



   This story is the complete and total product of the author's imagination
and a work of fantasy, thus it is completely fictitious, i.e.  it never
happened and it doesn't mean to condone or endorse any of the acts that
take place in it.  The author certainly wouldn't want the things in this
story happening to his character(s) to happen to anyone in real life.



   It is just a story, ok?





   One - The Trophy Boy



   A fresh batch of slaves was lined up ready for inspection by Markus
Warrington, a grey haired veteran trainer and owner of Warrington
Enterprises Boy Emporium, the biggest and most favoured Slave trader in the
entire super-state and probably the entire world.  Boys were always sold
into the sex slave market; ever since the last war and the reform of
government a few centuries ago had ripped up old notions of right and
wrong. If you could afford it you could have it.  The most carnal desire to
have the most beautiful creatures at your beck and call had followed the
paths the ancients themselves followed, it had turned to the male youths of
our world to entertain and please the rich people of the world.

   These slaves already knew what they were destined for.  It was no secret
that Master Markus purchased batches of slaves to turn them into sex toys.
Markus Warrington was proud of his work and would often parade around the
streets in his open-top cruiser parading his trophy-boy.  As little as
fifty years ago this would have been considered bad taste, but these days
there was no age of consent for slaves, they were property, owned in every
sense of the word.  It was up to treat them as they did any other
possession.

   Some of the boys end up in government service; a tribute to the people
that allow slaving to take place.  While satisfying and feeding the people
in power, his monopoly kept the Emporium fed with government grants for
modification advancements.  Many of the modifications that started out on
slaves would end up being sold in Warrington Enterprise Cosmetic Boutiques,
such as youth enhancing drugs and sexual performance boosters.

   Master Markus Warrington stepped up to the slaves who had already been
stripped of clothing and were stood in the artificial lighting of the
indoctrination room, quivering with fear.  There were five of them in
total, the youngest about seven and the eldest looked about sixteen.  The
youngest had to be grown a bit first before he could be used.  The sixteen
year old was usually older than he liked them as reversing puberty was
often trickier than stopping from happening in the first point.

   He approached the eldest boy.  "You, slave, how did you get here?"

   The sixteen year old was visible shaking .  "I was..." He stammered.  "I
was caught stealing bread."

   "Sir." Markus corrected firmly, but quietly.

   "Sorry, Sir." The boy lowered his head.

   "What is your sexual status?" Markus looked at him sternly, expecting an
answer.

   "I don't know what you mean." The boy replied his eyes darting around
the room, looking for some hint of an answer.

   Markus slapped the boy on the thigh leaving a red hand print.  "I don't
know what you mean, SIR."

   The boy bit back a tear.  "I don't know what you mean, Sir." He
emphasised the 'sir' at the end.

   "Gay, straight, boy-lover?  Virgin?  Frigid?  Your status, slave."
Markus barked at the boy like a drill instructor would look down on a
troublesome recruit.

   "Straight, Sir." He puffed his chest out, his confidence boosting
momentarily.  Maybe he might get to serve some women instead of the men he
was expecting Master Markus to send him to.  "Not a virgin, sir."

   "Oh a ladies boy I see." Markus grinned and stepped back.  "See yourself
as a ladies boy."

   Master Markus turned on his heels and said to the young teenager slave
that was holding a digital notepad, "As of this point, your name will now
be..." Markus paused for thought and looked at his attendant slave who was
a few feet behind him clutching at a data pad.

   "Boy, what shall we call him?" The harsh edge to Markus' voice was gone.
Boy was a veteran slave that had been with Master Markus for six years. 
Boy was his trophy-boy, a boy that he had chosen to be his own personal
slave and be a shining example of what Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium
could produce.

   All of Master Markus' slaves were named after their duty while they were
under his property.  It is a slave master's prerogative to name their own
slaves.  For Master to ask another slave to name a slave was an ultimate
humility for the slave being named.  The rest of his life was being
determined by someone who only lived to give sexual pleasure to his Master.

   Boy thought for a moment, his eyes locked on his Master's eyes.

   "Virgo, Master." The boy said quickly and sharply.

   Master Markus laughed loudly.  "Excellent choice, Boy.  Mark him down as
such."

   Boy nodded, barely suppressing his beam of pride as he tapped the
information onto his pad.

   "Okay, slave." He turned to the sixteen year old boy.  "You will be
known as Virgo." He told the slave.  "And as the Latin language dictates
you will be stripped of your masculinity.  You will not need these..." He
grabbed the slave's scrotum and gave a squeeze, sending pain shooting
through the slaves' body.  The sixteen year old slave screamed in pain. 
"Boy," He said back to his attendant slave, letting go of the boys balls.
"Mark him down for processing for Emporium East."

   Emporium East was a niche brothel that vended specialised males.  There
was a current fashion in the Eastern sectors for boys with vaginas.  It
wasn't Markus's idea of a good taste but he had to provide merchandise to
where the demand lies.

   Master Markus moved onto the next slave a younger boy of about seven
years old.  "Oh now you are a wonderful purchase." The small slave was
blubbing openly and Master Markus rubbed the boys naked tummy.  "How about
you, have you ever had sex before?"

   "No, Sir." The boy squeaked and shook his head, trying his best to hold
back the tears.

   The little slave was a fast learner.  Markus nodded.  "I see." He
grasped the boy's face and turned it left and then right getting a good
luck at the child's features.  "Yes, you will be very popular." He nodded
as he spoke, "Boy," He shouted back over his shoulder.  "This one is Gold.
Put him down for the standard package.  He's going to bring in a lot of
money.  He goes to Emporium Central."

   Markus crouched down to Gold's level and said quietly to him.  "Because
I like you, you may ask one question of me."

   The small slave looked at the Master and managed to find his voice. 
"Will men put their things in me?" Gold's voice was barely a whisper.

   Markus stood up, reasserting and gave out a belt of deep laughter.  "Of
course, little Gold.  You will have the 'things' of many men in you and it
will hurt, at first, but like many boys before you, you'll be craving it in
no time."

   The next boy ion the line was only just taller than Boy.  He might have
only been a year older It was hard to tell with Boy's youthful
modifications.  What caught Markus' attention was the erection that was
jutting out from the boy.

   "You." Markus said as he left Gold standing there to mull his fate over
in his head.  "You get off on watching other boys get humiliated?"

   "No, Sir." She boy shook his head.

   "You are a liar too." Markus shoved his face right up to the boy's nose.
"I know your type." He said.  "You're the type that would fuck little Gold
there while his parents weren't looking, or perhaps, with them looking?"

   The boy remained silent hoping that by not answering was the right thing
to do.

   Master Markus held his hand out behind him and Boy jumped into action,
handing him the Pad.

   Markus flicked a few buttons.  "Oh look." He said matter-of-factly. 
"Your psychological profile here says you are a little homo."

   The boy's eyes closed in shame.

   "It says here, you were a street kid that got caught forcing oral rape
on other boys." Markus tapped at the pad.  The slave was speechless.  "You
are to be named Mouth."

   Markus jabbed the new name into the pad.  "Boy, come here." Master
pointed to the spot in front of the newly named Mouth.  Boy moved into
position.

   "Mouth!" The Master commanded.  "Suck off Boy."

   Mouth took in a quick gasp of air.  It was obvious that the boy was
shocked that he had to do something so submissive right here and right now.

   "Do it right now, or you are of no use to me.  You will nullified,
sealed and sent off to the bargain bin, but not before I take my anger out
on you." Master jabbed a finger at Mouth, the anger visibly building in his
eyes.

   Mouth looked at Boy in front of him.  The boy called Boy was hard, but
then he had walked into the room hard, walking right beside the Master. 
Boy was naked as all the slaves where.  The only real difference was a
chord tied around Boy's waist and three metallic letters threaded onto the
thin chord that spelled, BOY.  He looked at Boy's face and knew instantly
that it was his type of boy he would usually bribe and coerce into sucking
his dick in the park.  It was what had got him caught in the first place,
but there he was, about so go down on this boy.  He had to do it; he didn't
want to know what the alternative for him was.  He knelt down and faced
Boy's erection.

   The erection bobbing in front of him was surprisingly alluring and
inviting.  Mouth had never felt such strange attraction before.  He studied
the erection some more and drank in the exotic aroma this boy exuded. 
Boy's penis wasn't overly sized.  It was a comfortable five inches long by
just over one inch wide.  There were a number of veins coursing down the
side of the peach-white shaft that had skin that was so smooth it diffused
the light that touched it.  His eyes followed the beautiful erection from
the smooth, hairless base along the fleshy tube to where the skin just
gently rolled over the glans, exposing just a bit of the head, which was a
slightly darker pink and shone brightly with its moist tip that ended in a
bead of precum just in front of the frenulum.

   "You like it, don't you." Master said down to the kneeling boy, his
voice a calm whisper.  "You like the smell, the aroma, how it looks and
that you want to pleasure it with your tongue."

   He didn't know why, but Mouth nodded.

   "Then suck it."

   Mouth pushed his own head forward and engulfed Boy's erection who gasped
in pleasure as his member was thrust into a warm cavity.  While it may been
the first time he had sucked a cock, what he made up for in lack of skill,
he made up for in enthusiasm.

   Boy could feel the tongue dart around his foreskin trying to get every
last drop of the artificial pheromone that Boy secreted.  It was designed
to arouse and excite whoever was close enough to catch it in his breath.

   Mouth moved off the main shaft and started to lick down under Boy's
balls towards the perineum, which was directly covering the location where
the pheromone gland was installed.  It was placed in this particular spot
so all that was required to get another boost of the wonderfully alluring
fragrance was to press the gland, and in response it would cause blissful
muscle contractions in the boy to help pump this fluid through the shaft.
Boy had been left aroused without release for too long and he gasped just
as Mouth was raking his tongue back up his silky shaft and his balls
lifting ready to unload their contents.

   Boy came, hard.  Two huge jets of boy cum were splattered on Mouth's
face before Master Markus stepped in and roughly shoved Mouth's oral
orifice over the erupting geyser with his right hand.  Boy could shoot
enough fluid to fill a cup, especially after being denied a climax for four
hours before hand.  With his left hand he reached behind Boy and shoved
three fingers into his anal passage and pressed hard down on the boys
prostrate, creating more a more forceful ejaculation.  Boy closed his eyes
in pleasure as he began to grunt while his penis unloaded its enhanced
contents.

   Mouth began to gag, he swallowed as much as he could but he couldn't
swallow fast enough and coughed the syrupy liquid up into his nasal cavity
forcing the goo out of his nose.  The erupting penis subsided and was now
just throbbing out small dribbles, but the hand on the back of his head was
still there, forcing him to suck and lick the member some more.  Mouth had
tasted his own cum before, but this wasn't what he expected cum to taste
like.  It was the amount that really amazed him.  He had heard of the boys
being modified, but could they actually adjust a boy so that he could cum
as much as this kid was pumping down his throat.

   "Clean it." Markus said taking his hand off the back of Mouth's head and
pulling his hand from inside Boy's ass.  "You too!" He offered his hand to
Boy who sucked each of the fingers clean.  There was no faecal matter on
the fingers; it was just boy-lube that was created naturally by the boy's
modified rectum.  With the combination of an internal sphincter that could
hold back any unpleasantness the entire first section of the colon could be
kept clean enough to eat your dinner out of, which wouldn't be beyond
Master's realms of possibilities.

   Mouth willingly cleaned the cock as best as he could, considering his
mouth was still swamped with Boy's ejaculation he managed to get his tongue
around the foreskin in a strange need to get every bit of this nectar
inside him.

   "Ok enough." Markus said.  "Stand up." He ordered.  "You have just had a
sample of what you will be doing for the rest of your life." He pressed
something on the Pad again.  "Boy, clean him up."

   Instantly Boy started to lick his own juices from Mouth's face,
something that he clearly enjoyed doing as his eyes were closed and he was
not licking with purpose, but licking with the purpose of seduction.  He
licked over his brow and removed the place where he had struck him with the
first squirt, then he moved down licking the dribbles from his cheeks
before swiping over his nose, over the nostrils where the boy had coughed
up his cum.  There was no doubt a bit of Mouth's own snot in there, but
like a good slave, he carried on.  He had ingested worse over the course of
his slave training.

   By the time Boy had finished cleaning Mouth's face and chest of his own
cum Markus had already completed the naming ceremony.

   The two other boys had been named Whistler and Spelunker.  Whistler, a
blond fourteen year old was named because he had a distinct lisp and was
sent off to be feminised.  Spelunker was a mess.  He had sunken eyes and a
look that told you he had given up hope on life.  Master Markus had bought
this slave as a debt to a competitor who was struggling with his business.
The boy was used as a rag doll under his previous employment and was pretty
much ruined for the use of casual sex.  Spelunker's flaccid and tired
looking penis hung limp and shrivelled at a paltry three inches for a
fifteen year old.  The main reason for his desperate sale was that for the
last three years he was used by an anal fetishist.  Spelunker's anal
entrance hung loose and slack after years of uncontrolled anal stretching.

   Master Markus had surgeons who could return the boy back to full health
and even restore some of the original appearance to his back entrance, but
it would never again be tight enough to contain an man's' erection.  The
worn out boy was going to be assigned to a special branch of Warrington
Enterprises after he had been properly trained, which would make sure that
he had all the relevant modification so that he could finally sexually
enjoy taking large objects into his rectum.

   Master Markus sent off the newest slaves to start their biological
modifications and ordered the room clear.  That was when Boy noticed the
extra slave in the room.  He was naked just like a normal Slave, but didn't
have any identifying chord around his waist.

   "Boy," Master Markus said softly, physically relaxing now that he was
out of the spotlight and felt that he didn't need to keep up his usual
appearance of a tough slave master.  "This is my Nephew." He pointed to the
naked boy.  "My sister got into financial trouble." Master Markus said in a
sigh and beckoned the boy over.

   "He's now a slave?" Boy asked cocking his head to one side, relaxing now
he was back in private hands.  He knew of the divide in his Masters family.
He knew that Master hated his sister after she had tried to claim ownership
of half his company by right of blood.  She failed to account for the
Masters' government contacts.

   "That's right." He said simply.  "His mother hired an assassin to strike
me down and take the business for herself.  She nearly succeeded and was
only stopped by a noble sacrifice.  Fingers was the one who jumped in front
of the bullet."

   Fingers had been one of the Master's best slaves.  He was named because
he had long fingers that could get into the most exquisite places and
pleasure you until you came.  His main duty was looking after the boys at
Markus' mansion, cleaning up after them and changing the sheets.  He hadn't
been seen in a number of months.  It was common knowledge that Fingers had
died, but that was months ago.  He was never told the reason, but slaves
don't generally ask about sensitive things like that.  Even Boy, who had
the relationship with Master Markus to be able to get away with more.

   "Then..." Boy began.  "He's already been processed." Boy stated.

   "Smart Boy." Master grinned and tousled Boy's hair.  "That's right, I
struck a deal with the courts and took her son.  My nephew." He beckoned
his nephew over and stood him in front of Boy.  "Boy, meet my former
nephew. He will now be known as Nurse."

   "Is he going to take Fingers' place?" He asked not really liking the
idea.

   "Not at all.  Nurse is yours.  Well, technically mine, and I would be
sampling his skills when I feel the desire to, but I will assign him to you
and your wellbeing." Master grinned a wide smile as he presented the boy to
Boy.

   "What can he do?" Boy asked Master.  It was frowned upon to speak
directly to a slave when his Master was controlling the conversation.

   "He's a prototype tendering boy.  Similar to the pheromone gland behind
your scrotum, Nurse has extra saliva glands that emit either a healing or a
relaxation salve.  Depending on the requirement you need, like sometimes
both are useful for torn muscles.  He can relax the muscle as well as heal
the pain.  Quite ingenious."

   Boy looked at Nurse.  "Wow, that's kinda cool."

   "He also has the standard package installed." He patted both the boys on
the shoulders and handed Boy the pad.  "I'll leave you two to get
acquainted.  Don't stay up too late." He left the room and left them alone.

   The standard package, as it was called at the Emporium, as a series of
routine operations that prepared a boy for the rigours of life as a sex
slave.  This consisted of a boy-lube gland inside the skin of the rectum to
keep it slick and ready as well as the aforementioned internal sphincter
that a boy had to learn to control.  It wasn't hard to control, it was
naturally clamped shut and only forcing and holding it open could allow the
insertion of the cleaning tube which extracted the faecal matter.  There
was no simple going to the toilet for a slave.  The tube would work its
scientific magic and clean the boys out properly.  Secreted boy-lube kept
the rectum from damage during prolonged use, it was even sharing nerves
with the prostrate so when it was stimulated it would produce more boylube
making a harder and sustained fucking more pleasurable for the client and
less painful for the slave.  One might think that the concern for the slave
was needlessly touching, but being able to keep a slave in working order
longer meant for better profits.

   Also as a part of the standard package was the removal of the gag
reflex. This was a simple chemical injection into the spinal cord which
destroyed the nerves that would trigger the reflex.

   Boy's modifications were more specialised than just a simple standard
package.  As Mouth found out the gland under the skin of his perineum sent
a drug through the pores of his penis and would attract anyone within
twelve inches of his penis' head to lavish attention on the glistening
member that was always ready and willing to accept some love.  That was
another of his special modifications.  Master was always fond of Boy's
penis when it stood out and as such, back when he was seven Master had the
modification done on him that would deny puberty altogether, while setting
his penile maturity to that of an average fifteen year old.  He had also
modified his hormones so that he was permanently aroused.  His arousal
wasn't just the cause of his permanent erection though, the result was he
was constantly horny and on the constant lookout for sex or relief.

   At first it was pretty obscene to see a seven year old boy with a penis
that should have belonged on a fifteen year old boy, let alone having it
jutting out at a perfect right angle from his body constantly dripping
seminal fluid wherever he went.  A lot of training was needed to get him to
stop rutting everything he saw.  Master soon after start to train him for
anal use to try to get him to stop trying to stick his dick into everything
he saw with an opening.  It was a big mistake, or surprising good fortune,
depending on your point of view.  The result was Boy was now a horn dog. 
Anal sex was his thing now and if it looked like it could go up his ass it
would.  He remembered hearing the boy, back in his ninth year crying inside
his dorm.  The boy had tried to put one of the older boys dildo's into his
ass but it was slightly bigger than he was expecting.  The dildo shot
inside him and his ass had closed around the object.  Master had run into
the room and Boy had tried to act like nothing had happened.  The steady
stream of cum dribbling out of the boy's penis was a giveaway as well as
the muffled buzzing sound coming from his insides.

   The relationship between Boy and Master wasn't a normal one.  Master
actually cared for Boy, and Boy cared for him back.  He knew though, that
when others were around Boy had to be the perfect slave.  He had to be
ready to take punishment for rule breaking just like Master does to the
others; it would be bad for him to be seen to be being nice to a slave,
even if the slave was his trophy boy.

   Boy looked at Nurse and then down at the pad.  "So you're going to keep
me safe." Boy said calmly.

   "Yes Sir." Nurse said with practised ease.

   "Don't call me sir." Boy shook his head.  "Call me Boy, that's my name.
I'm also a slave."

   "I understand." Nurse said and nodded in a military way.

   "No you don't." Boy said and smiled warmly.  "I know you have probably
been through a lot with all your surgery and stuff but you have to know one
thing about us slaves here." He held his arms out to indicate a large area.
"We are all in the same boat.  We help each other out when we can."

   "Oh." Nurse blinked in embarrassment.

   Boy chuckled.  "Oh well I didn't mean exactly that, but yeah it still
counts.  Not too much though, and you never let the master know this."

   Nurse smiled a little now.  Boy had it down to a tee; you let them in on
a little secret and it makes them feel a little more welcome.  It was
rehearsed though, but it did the trick.

   "Is it really true you can't lose your boner?" Nurse looked down at the
velvety steel rod of Boy's boyhood.

   "Yeah, well there was this once, after I was hit by a cruiser.  Blood
everywhere and I don't think there was even enough left to lift it." Boy
mimicked blood spurting out his chest.  "They patched me up though, no
scars and all.  Spike through my chest, like a vampire."

   Nurse cringed at the mental picture.  "That's wrong."

   "Well it wasn't on purpose.  It was a head on collision, but then I
shouldn't have been giving master head at the time." Boy shrugged and Nurse
laughed.

   "Let me guess, you came straight over the hood." Nurse joked and Boy
chuckled.

   "Something like that." He patted the boy on his shoulder.  "So...  how
are you finding the modifications?  Feel weird huh?"

   "Yeah, the saliva is kinda neat though.  I have to be careful though. 
While I am resistant to it, it can make me really tired.  The worst thing
that will take some time getting used to is this thing they put in my ass."
Nurse reached round and tugged at butt-cheek.  "It constantly feels wet,
like I've shit myself."

   Boy laughed again.  Instead of replying he casually leaned around him
and with both hands pulled apart Nurse's ass cheeks and peered inside. 
"Looks normal to me." Boy said and promptly inserted a finger into the hole
all the way up to the last knuckle.

   "Hey!" Nurse objected and backed away.  "Should you be doing that?" He
looked at Boy who was holding his finger out.  The finger was glistening
with the coating of boy-lube that was on it.

   "Get used to it." Boy grinned.  "Master is fond of boy ass and due to
this stuff," He wiggled his slickened finger.  "A boy's ass is fair game in
the dorms; especially the newest slave." He pursed his lips in apology. 
"It's the slave hierarchy.  The slaves that have been there the longest get
fuck rights over the newbie slaves.  Basically, the newest slave has to
give his ass to anyone who wants it."

   "So you're saying I'm gonna get fucked by everyone and I get to fuck
nothing?" Nurse sounded put out.

   "Nah." Boy shook his head "Not all the boys are tops.  Some of them hate
it.  You might get some of them asking you to fuck them or a rim-job.  You
aren't the newest either.  Those five are the newest, they've not even been
under the knife yet." He jabbed the thumb of his dry hand towards the doors
that the new slaves had exited the room from.

   "Rim job?" Nurse sounded particular repulsed by the idea.

   "Don't knock it." Boy said and looked at the slick finger that he was
still holding in the air.  "See your ass juice?"

   "Yeah?"

   Boy took a long lick of his finger and took the boy-lube coating off one
side of his finger.

   "Eww, that's just gross." Nurse wrinkled his nose.

   Boy just smiled.  "No it's not.  Each boy has a unique flavour.  Yours
is kind of sweet.  It's perfectly safe, you've had your shots, we all have.
Its best to taste your own before you are forced to taste others."

   Nurse stepped forward, curious but apprehensive.  Nurse heard a patting
sound and looked down.  Boy's erection was dripping onto the floor.

   "You're getting turned on by this aren't you?" Nurse said looking down
at the erect penis.

   "I'm always turned on, but yeah I am finding this incredibly sexy." Boy
too looked down at his erection.

   "It's my job to tender to you." Nurse admitted to himself.

   "Yeah that's what master said." Boy confirmed, subdued.

   "Then I need to do as he says and do my job to the best of my ability."
Nurse took a deep breath, decidedly resolute in his decision.  He leaned
towards Boy's half slick finger and swiped his tongue along the side that
was still slick with his own juice.

   He had expected it to taste like shit.  As he got closer to it he
realised it was odourless, but as he scooped the juice onto his tongue he
realised that it was a mix of saltiness and sweetness at the same time.  It
wasn't unpleasant; it wasn't exactly maple syrup either though, but he
could live with it, especially if he was going to be seeing a lot more of
it.

   "See what did I tell you?" Boy grinned inanely.  "Now mine."

   Nurse looked at Boy's other finger which had nothing on.  He got the
idea, he had to get it himself.  He positioned himself behind Boy and
readied himself for his first glimpse of another boy's butt; in real life
anyway.  He'd seen pictures on the net of slave processing so he knew what
an unprocessed asshole looked like.  When he was told he was to be given
and processed by his uncle he had made sure he knew what to expect.  He
wished he hadn't, although now here he was about to compare those images to
a real slave.

   The difference wasn't that much.  Boy's hole was bigger and it had a
shine to the edge of the pale sphincter.  Nurse assumed it was the result
of the boy-lube that felt like he hadn't wiped properly after a wet shit. A
strange sensation suddenly started to wash over him.  He wanted to put his
face closer to the boy's lower areas; it was an inexplicable desire that
was compelling him forward.  Nurse's tongue flicked out and made contact
with the pale flesh as his tongue took a long swipe at the puckered skin,
taking most of the seeped boy lube with it.

   Boy gasped and stepped forward.  Nurse blinked back into control and
stood up to only to have his right hand pulled around to Boy's front and
placed on his erection.  "Do it." Boy started Nurse's hand jerkin him off
and Nurse got the idea and started jerking the hard tube of flesh.  There
was seminal liquid leaking out all over Nurse's hand as Boy's breathes
became quicker and quicker.  A few minutes later Boy shot all over the
floor.  It wasn't as big as the load he shot into the new slave, but it was
still impressive for a boy of thirteen.

   Nurse lifted his hand off Boy's cock once the dribbling had stopped and
realised that his own boner was sticking into Boy's back.

   "Sorry." Boy said.  "I didn't realise you would be so sensitive to the
pheromone from behind." Boy turned around and held Nurse's sticky hand in
his own two hands.

   "It's okay.  I was surprised, but I didn't mind.  It makes my job easier
I suppose." He smiled back at Boy.  "You were right though, you do taste
different, you have a lighter taste, almost fruity but with less sugar."

   "And this?" He brought his hands that were wrapped around Nurse's cum
slicked hand to Nurse's nose.

   Nurse had more courage now and lapped his tongue at Boy's ejected
fluids. "Oh wow." Nurse exclaimed as he tasted the wetness.  "That's not
normal sperm is it?"

   "Nah, I don't think there are any swimmers in there." Boy chuckled.

   Nurse took another tongue swipe at the liquid on his hand.  "So how do
you make this?"

   "It's a mixture of normal seminal fluid and a bit of that pheromone that
it picks up on the way.  In the absence of swimmers, Master wanted me to be
able to give a treat to the other slaves."

   "Like giving the Mouth guy a hosing."

   "Yep like the Mouth guy." Smiled Boy.  "But there is one drawback to
cumming that much in one go.  It makes me thirsty as hell.  Let's go get
something to drink."

   Boy grabbed Nurse's hand and ran through a door out of the Slave parade
room, both of them with erections bobbing up and down as they left the
room. There was a bit of a mess on the floor where fluids had been spilled,
but the cleaner boys were used to cleaning up fluids.



   Two - On Duty



   Three months later...

   "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to BeautiCon," The amplified voice rang
out over the open air arena.  "Today's event has been sponsored by
Warrington Enterprises, who currently have a boutique situated in the main
compound for instant age reduction therapy.  For those of you with more
particular tastes there is a modification gallery located in the servitude
quarter of the main compound.  Please note that credit checks are being
taken at the Warrington refreshment tent.  Thank you and enjoy your stay."

   BeautiCon was a long standing convention where anyone interested in the
beauty of humankind would go and witness the latest youth reduction
techniques or the preview cutting edge body modifications.  The most
popular section of the convention was the Servitude hall which in itself
was separated into smaller sections.  Around the edges of the hall were
booths where equipment traders sold things from sex toys to muzzles and
harnesses.  Just inside, towards the centre were the various slave traders
showcasing and sometimes selling their latest models.  The largest of these
was Warrington Enterprises Boy Emporium which not only had a section for
previewing its finest selection of slaves but a clinic where you could
bring in your own slave for a bit of treatment before you left him in the
supervised slave paddock while you went into the recreation tent for
refreshments.  Slaves were not allowed inside the recreation tent.

   The recreation tent was a temporary structure erected inside the main
servitude hall where people of good credit would be allowed entry.  It was
a most prestigious place as basically any boy wearing a bunny-suit is free
for use.  There were few rules, but basically you was not to hurt a boy,
and you could not use more than on per table.  So if your bunny-boy was
under the table servicing the guests, he could not very well go and get you
drinks.

   Master Markus had just walked in through the main doors and was quickly
making his way over to a table where a single gentleman was sitting.  Boy
was quickly following just behind him like a good slave.  He was wearing
his collar today, as it was a visual warning to the visitors to the
recreation tent that this was the sponsors boy and was not to be touched.

   "Governor Gleeson!" Master Markus held his hand out in greeting as he
strode towards the man.

   Gleeson stood up, smiled and returned the hand shake.  Both men sat down
while Boy knelt obediently down on the floor next to the cushioned bench
seat.  "Mister Warrington, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

   "Indeed, I have been eager to meet you in person." Markus looked around
for a server.  "I would get you a drink, but it would seem that we're a boy
short."

   Markus was about to order Boy to get some drinks when he spotted his
table's Bunny-boy which was identifiable by the table number on the boys
shoes.  The boy was dressed in the standard bunny costume which was a black
leather crop-top that clung to the skin with a white bow tie on the neck.
Everything below the ribs was naked until his feet, which were clad in
white socks and black shoes with the table number on.  On his head was a
set of pert bunny ears to finish the look.

   "Boy Nine." He commanded loudly.  The boy looked around for the sound of
the voice and when he saw Master Markus, he quickly and sheepishly walked
over to the table and bowed his head.

   "This boy is sorry sir.  He got lost, sir." He said solemnly.

   Markus glanced down to the boy's genitalia.  The penis was red and raw
and still half hard.  Just behind the scrotum he could see a liquid that
was making its way down the boys thighs.  "Turn around." Markus told the
boy.

   The boy turned around and noticed that the boy's ass was leaking a lot
of cum.  He pried the cheeks apart and saw the angry red hole, slick with
boy-lube and what looked like a number of different loads of semen leaking
out of it.

   "You've had a busy night." Markus said releasing the boys cheeks.

   "Yes sir, the last table was particularly charged up." The boy said.

   "Boy here will clean you up, then you may take a half hour off, we will
not require your services."

   Boy had already jumped into action.  As soon as Markus had returned to
his guest Boy pried the bunny-boy's cheeks apart and started to clean the
boy up.

   "So Governor, you are after my boys, and I want your money." Markus
smiled warmly.

   "Ah!  Straight to business then Mister Warrington." Governor Gleeson
retuned the smile.  "Yes, I am after a specially modified boy who can
facilitate my partner's and my own particular tastes."

   "A custom order, that's fine.  Depending on your tastes it might take a
bit of time to get the boy set up.  What did you have in mind?" Markus
pulled out a pad and tapped it into life.

   "Well Henry and I have this thing for large penetration." The Governor
seemed pretty embarrassed by this admission.  "We thought about personal
modification, but we both preferred to give it than to actually damage our
bodies for each other.  The simple option was to get a slave that could not
only assist us both in our sex lives but also help around the house."

   Master Markus nodded knowingly.  "Ah, yes.  More common than you might
think actually." He tapped some thoughts into the pad.  "Okay, how large of
a penetration are we talking about?  Depth, width?"

   Boy number nine whimpered and was arching his back as Boy was drilling
his tongue into the boys rear entrance.  Markus just smiled at the find
work his boy was doing to the bunny-boy.

   "Well how wide can you go, and not damage their normal activities?" The
Governor squirmed in his seat knowing that a slave was sucking out the ass
of another slave right next to their table.

   "The limit is the musculature and bone structure of the boy.  If you
want to go above four inches across we will need to restructure the boy's
rear muscles and pelvis, meaning he will find it hard to sit and walk.  Up
to four inches is possible with training and the standard package
installed."

   "Four inches will be fine." The Governor nodded.  "How deep can
penetration go?"

   "We recommend not going into the small intestine as complications can
occur, we have toys that can do around the corners; although if you are
looking at about twenty inches we can recommend colon straightening."

   "That would be nice, a straight run makes for a harder fuck." The
Governor laughed and adjusted his penis under his pants.

   "Absolutely." Markus tapped some more thoughts into his pad.  "Okay so
ages?"

   "Not too young, the age of your boy there is perfect for our tastes.  Or
would you recommend younger so we can get the extra product life?"

   "Thirteen will be fine if that's what you want.  We can hold back
puberty indefinitely if you want.  But if you have a few million spare you
might be interested in the presentation that will take place in a few
minutes up on the stage." He nodded towards the raised stage area that was
clear of tables and people.

   "Oh?" The Governor's eyes perked up.  "You have a new product on the
line?"

   "Something like that, watch and see."

   Boy was licking down the bunny-boys legs now, clearing up the last
trickles of the guests cum.  "Boy," Markus tapped Boy on the bum.  "Let's
get the reason for this party started."

   Boy stopped his administrations and stood up.  "Off you go number nine."
Markus waved away the bunny-boy and gave his temporary farewell to the
Governor.

   Boy licked his lips clean and followed his Master up onto the stage and
stood at attention while Master Markus secured a microphone onto his jacket
lapel.

   Markus cleared his throat and the sound boomed across the tent. 
"Gentlemen." He announced and noticed a woman in one of the booths with her
crotch buried in a boy's face.  He internally grimaced, if it wasn't for
the money, women would be barred from his functions.  "And ladies" He
added. "As usual every BeautiCon I release a new product into the market.
Last year's wonderful release was altering a boy's sexual orientation
through neurological manipulation, but this year's release is going to be
something much bigger than that."

   Many people in the tent stopped what they were doing to direct their
attention on the highlight news of the day.

   Master Markus up on the stage placed his hand on the back of Boy's head.
"My prized slave here is the first human to have this modification ever."
He paused for effect.  "No it's not his feminine features or his silvery
blond hair, or even his ability to recharge his sexual abilities in
seconds, it is in fact that in twenty, forty or even eighty years this boy
will look exactly the same as he does now."

   Murmurings echoed throughout the tent as people speculated on what he
had just said.  "It's not as crude as conventional youth enhancing, it's
much more complicated than that.  This isn't skin deep, the whole body will
remain a youthful thirteen year old forever, or until you decide for the
boy to resume normal ageing."

   Again another pause to let this new information sink in.

   "So this is it gentleman, ladies.  It is now official, we have located
the ageing switch of humankind and we can now control it.  Combined with
our organ rejuvenating advances and practices a boy is quite literally
immortal.  You can now pass your boy down through your family and your
descendants." Markus rubbed the nape of Boy's neck affectionately.  He was
proud of his prototype.  "Naturally, I will now hand you over to our chief
scientist who will take your questions.  Thank you."

   Markus stepped down off the stage with Boy in tow.  A far eastern man
got up on stage and thanked Master Markus for his time and started the Q
and A session while Markus walked back to the Governor.

   "Seriously?" Governor Gleeson asked excitedly.

   "Seriously." Markus replied proudly.  "Thirty-Five million Dollars for
you as you hold office."

   The Governors eyes went wide.  "Thirty-five?  That's a hell of a lot of
money.  How much if I was one of them?" He gestured to the rest of the
room.

   "An even one hundred mill." He said flatly.

   "Wow.  That's a lot of money...  but thirty-five, I don't have that kind
of money." The Governor rubbed his hand through his hair.

   "We can chalk up a finance deal, Governor." Let my office sort it out...
that is if you want.

   "I'll have to talk to Henry about it, but I think we should be able to
do something." He forced a grin.

   "Okay, in the meantime.  I want you to enjoy my boy in the privacy booth
over there." Markus motioned towards a curtained off area that had two
naked and very large adult male slaves.  They were convention
bouncer-slaves.  Their job was to prevent anyone from passing their guard
point without the proper permission.

   The Governor looked at Boy and then back at Markus and grinned widely.
"That is most generous of you, Mister Warrington."

   Boy offered his hand to the Governor who took it and was led by Boy pas
the guards who just looked at Boy and nodded.  Both Boy and Governor
vanished behind the curtain.



   Boy pulled the curtain closed and stood in the middle of the small room
lined with a soft encircling bench sofa.  Gleeson was nervous.  This was
the boy of the infamous slave master Warrington, an immortal slave that
could outlive everyone on the planet and his only duty was hard sordid sex,
with him.

   "What would you have me do Master Gleeson, sir?" Boy asked softly and
quietly.  He didn't want to scare the man.

   "I'm going to fuck you." He said and started to strip off hurriedly.

   "Very good, Sir.  Would you like me to wetten your rod first.  Sir?" Boy
offered.

   "If I want my dick sucked I will tell you to slave, now turn around and
bend over the bench." Gleeson shucked the last of his clothes onto the
bench and pushed Boy's shoulder about when the boy didn't turn around fast
enough.  Boy reluctantly bent over the bench and provided his rear to the
Governor.

   "Trophy boys are still slaves , and remember that.  Your master has
given you to me for a short duration, and I will use my right to use that
property.  Gleeson lectured.

   He leaned forward, lined up his dick and shoved in into Boy's rear
entrance fully in one stroke.  Fortunately for Boy, his boy-lube had done
its job and kept him ready as usual for unprepared penetration.  Boy just
rolled his eyes as he was buggered by yet another man who treated him like
an orifice to dump his load into.  Technically and legally speaking he was
just that, and had been used as such many times before.  Master fucked
hard, much harder than this jerk was, but the difference was that Master
cared for him.  When master fucked Boy he would be fucked around the
Masters' bedroom suite and it usually involved various contraptions and
furnishings, then a few days recovering, if the master was particularly
adventurous that night.  That was Nurse's main job, so prepare him for
those nights and help him recover afterwards.

   Gleeson's cock wasn't overly big or even that long, so the fucking
wasn't really that satisfying.  Boy was aroused, yes, but he was always
horny and on the edge of orgasm.  The fact that this man was boring in bed
was causing Boy to imagine he was somewhere else entirely.

   A few minutes later Gleeson sighed and came inside him and pulled out.
He thought this session was about to end when a couple of fingers entered
his hole and swished about inside.  This was a bit more interesting now. 
The fingers were withdrawn and pushed in front of Boy's face.  He knew what
to do and licked the slime off the fingers.  Gleeson then pulled them back
and pushed three fingers inside Boy's ass.  Now Boy knew that the Governor
was up to.  He had overheard their conversation about large insertion.  He
hoped the Governor didn't want to go to four inches, he would need surgery
after that.

   After more finger lickings and up to four fingers inserted, Boy was
getting loose enough to try what he was expecting the Governor to do.

   Gleeson tucked his thumb into his hand and pushed.  It wasn't the
cautious push to make sure he didn't hurt the boy, it was a brutal shove
that forced his hand inside Boy's rectum.

   "Hah, yeah." Gleeson beamed.  "You feel that inside you, Slut?"

   Boy must admit he did like the full feeling and decided to fake the
pain. He had been stretched before by bigger dicks than the Governors hand.

   Gleeson pushed his hand further into Boy's rectum and felt the prostrate
rub against his arm.  With is free hand, Gleeson reached around and grabbed
the boy's dick and started to jerk it.  It didn't take time for Boy to cum
a large deposit all over Gleeson's hand and the floor.

   He expected the Governor to feed his cum to his mouth, but instead the
Governor actually started licking Boy's cum off his fingers.  This meant
that Gleeson ingested some of the pheromone which would only increase his
sexual need.

   As expected Gleeson flexed his hand inside Boys ass and then slid it
out. The hand was glistening with boy-lube and ass juices.  He pushed the
hand back in with more ease this time and a bit faster.  Within a short
time he was pushing his fist in and out of the boy's hole with gusto.

   Gleeson had a party trick up his sleeve, he waited until Boy was about
to come again when he was up this elbow in the boy and timed it just right.
As the boy's muscles clenched for orgasm, Gleeson ripped his hand out of
the boy.  His insides didn't have chance to react and an inch section of
the colon followed the man's hand creating a nice 'rosebud' Boy grunted and
moaned, he had never prolapsed before during sex.  It was strange to feel
air on the insides of his ass as it was held open by his own innards.

   Gleeson started to flick and pat the tube of flesh sticking out of Boy's
ass, before punch-fisting it back inside him.

   Boy came for a third and a fourth time in that event.  What had turned
out to be quite a dull affair turned into quite a revelation.  He reminded
himself to mention this to Master when they next explored different methods
of sex.

   Gleeson had eventually got both of his hands inside the skilful young
slave.  The boys anal entrance was stretched tightly around the wrists of
the Governor and it was more than a bit painful.  It must have been a few
hours later of fisting that the Governor had jerked off a few more times
and then decided he was late for an appointment.

   Leaving Boy naked and still reeling after the effects of being double
fist fucked the Governor had made Boy lick his arms clean and then he got
dressed and left.



   A short while later Master Markus had entered the tent to find his
Trophy Boy still bent over the bench, slick with sweat.  Silently Markus
rubbed at the boy's hole as it still hung open from the pounding it had
just received.

   "It's an interesting form of sex isn't it?" Master said to Boy.

   "Uh huh." Boy said wearily.  "I can still feel it, when I move it feels
so good still that my legs go weak."

   Markus casually put his fingers in the boy's hole.  "It's certainly
wider than you've gone before." He commented.  "Can you walk?" Markus
grabbed the boy's upper arm and hoisted him to his feet.  He felt him
physically shudder from the sensation of his swollen ass rubbing against
itself.  A spurt of cum shot from his erection once again and landed on
Master Markus' suited thigh.  "Oh that's going to spoil a suit." He
chuckled through his nose.  "Come on, we're going home."



   Markus practically carried Boy all the way to the limo cruiser and
pushed the boy inside before following him.  As soon as they were inside
the car took off with an electric hum.

   Also inside the car was Nurse, who looked at Boy in pity.

   "Nurse, tend to Boy will you." Markus said, but Boy would have none of
it.

   "No master, can I have you inside me please?" Boy pleaded.

   Master Markus was aroused at the sight of Boy's used backside, and he
knew Boy had seen his arousal.  He couldn't punish his slaves own good
observational skills.

   "Very well.  But when you are feeling tired just get off." Markus said
and unfastened his pants and lowered his pants to his ankles, exposing his
penis.

   Master Markus didn't just modify his boy's for a better sex life. 
Master Markus had himself an augmented phallus.  The hard member was still
only a natural nine inches long, but the girth had been increased to two
inches diameter.  This was why Boy wanted it so bad; it was a chance for
spontaneous sex with his master that normally needed some preparation.

   "Driver, put the roof down, we don't want heads bumping against the
roof." Markus ordered and the roof folded over and tucked itself into the
back compartment.

   Boy lifted himself up the required distance to sit on Master's cock and
then while facing him, sat down on it in one stroke, all the way down to
his balls.

   "Oh, my boy, you are not as tight as normal." Markus' eyes were closed,
which meant that he was still enjoying it.  "Nurse," He said with his eyes
still closed and opened his legs wide.  "Attend my balls."

   Nurse jumped up from his seat and then got down in between his Masters
legs and started to give the balls a tongue bath as Boy bounced up and down
on the full length of the erection.  Nurse had to be careful that he didn't
get his nose broken by Boy's enthusiastic bouncing as his need to get off
was higher than ever, despite cumming a number of times a few hours ago.

   To one the car passed, it was clear what was going on.  A naked and
collared thirteen year old boy was riding the cock of a grey haired slaver
in an open top limo.  It was a hot sight especially as it was a main route
where people from all walks of life strolled past with shopping, with their
children and pets.  There were a few slaves dotted about, but most of them
would be at home by now recovering from the convention.

   Boy could feel Markus's thrusts get sharper and then he cummed, hard
into Boy's guts.  Boy clamped down on the cock as hard as he could with his
overused ass muscles and then leaned in for an offered kiss with his
master. It wasn't a peck on the lips, this was a full on lovers kiss with
lots of spit.

   Nurse was still licking his Master's balls and now some of the leaked
cum that was coming from the seal Boy's ass made around Masters cock.

   Much to Boy's surprise, Markus had stayed hard after cumming.  "Master?"
He leaned back and looked at him quizzically.

   Master Markus grinned back at him, knowingly.  "A small dose of what we
put in you has been developed for everyday use.  Guess who trialled it?"

   Boy grinned widely.  "So how long do we get to play for?"

   "I'm not sure, let's give it a test shall we?"



   The car pulled up onto the drive and the driver got out and opened the
door for Master Markus to get out.  He did, but his dick was still impaled
inside Boy.  Instead he picked Boy up, and hooked his hands behind his
knees so the boy would stay impaled as he walked into the Mansion and up
the stairs.

   Nurse duly followed; no doubt he would be needed to deal with this
aftermath that wasn't going to end without pain from both people.  Both
from worn out cocks and over used rectums.  Nurse prepared himself for a
long night and sat outside the Masters bedroom until they had finished
their fuck marathon.

   It was well into the night and Nurse could still hear the sounds of
flesh slapping flesh.  It would have been quite arousing had it been
happening for hours.  There would be a huge grunt of master Markus
unloading followed by the higher pitched voice of Boy climaxing, then there
would be a moment of heavy breathing before they started all over again and
flesh would start banging against flesh again.

   Nurse was just starting to nod off to sleep when he heard a sound he
hadn't heard yet tonight.  It was a pained grunt.  Much different than a
sexual grunt, this one was dangerous.  All noise stopped inside the room
and it went deathly quiet.  Nurse's instincts brought him to full
wakefulness and the stood up and pressed his ear against the door.

   "Master?" Came Boy's worried call.  "Master!  Are you ok?" He tried
again.

   Nurse took a chance and opened the main door.  The scene before him
wasn't really that surprising.  Master was lying on his back with his cock
impaled in Boy.  There was no fucking, there was just Boy looking straight
at their Master with shock and panic on his face.

   Master wasn't moving.  Nurse ran over to the bedside but immediately his
fear were realised.  Master's face was silent and still, his open eyes
staring blankly at nothing.  He pressed his fingers against the man's neck.
There was nothing.  Master was dead.

   "Boy." Nurse turned his head towards to the trophy slave.  "He's dead."

   "No." Boy whimpered.  "He can't be.  He was happy he was enjoying it! 
He can't die."

   "It's a heart attack I think." Nurse looked at his Masters empty eyes
then turned to look at his friend.  "He's dead, Boy.  You can get off his
cock now."

   Boy gasped in shock and leaned forward, pulling himself of his Masters
cock.  No, his former Masters' cock.

   "What are we going to do?  Our master has died." Boy said and sniffed
back a tear and rubbed his saw bum.

   "My mother will probably take over the company since there was no heir."
Nurse said solemnly.

   "Will she free you?"

   "Hell no, she's an evil cow.  That's why I didn't mind coming here so
much.  It was better than staying at home.  Come on." Nurse held his hand
out and Boy took it.  "We've got bigger problems though." Nurse looked at
the body on the bed, the glistening erection still pointing up at the
ceiling.

   "I killed him." Boy started to cry.  "I killed him by demanding sex from
him.  I'm a bad slave."

   "No, you are not.  Master was a loving and kind slave, but he wouldn't
have stood for any demands that he didn't agree with." Nurse consoled him.
"However, we are slaves.  The world's most prominent slave master died with
two slaves.  One was his long term slave and the other his evil sisters'
son that might hold a grudge."

   "No it's not true..." Boy never finished his sentence.

   "The authorities won't care.  We're just possessions and they will send
us to the brothels or labour camps.  Or at best, they'll rip you up and get
your life preserving secrets now that it's public." Nurse pointed at Boy.

   Boy nodded.  It was true, they were going to be blamed for his murder
whether they argued the point or not.  "We've got to run." Boy said wiping
his eyes with the back of his hands.

   "We're two naked slaves.  I might be able to blend in to the shadows,
but you have a permanent hard on and you have one of the most recognised
faces in the city.  Every boy fucker is going to want a piece of you.  We
can't go out like this, and you need some rest.  What was that five hours
of bouncing up and down on that?" He jabbed his thumb back towards their
Masters body lying on the bed and its nine inch pole.

   "There admitted new slaves yesterday, so we can use their clothes." Boy
plotted.  "We run down into the induction room and through the slave door.
It's never locked, no need."

   "Yeah I remember," Nurse replied, cottoning on.  "We grab the clothes
from the stores and leave through the boathouse.  Perfect."

   With one glance back at their master they were resolute in their
decision and they left the mansion and started their journey to the city.