Dirt

Capture and Enslavement

Chapters 7-11

Chapter 7

While feeding my boy, real food this time, he actually smiled.

"Master, no more shit this time?"

I couldn't figure out his smile.

"No boy. Why do you ask."

"Well, I finally figured it out. First it smelled a lot worse than it tasted. And I was mostly worried about getting sick. I kept mulling over a lot of what you said to me and finally I had an enlightened moment. It wasn't shit after all. You need not even admit it. It is a fact. You would never really endanger my health that way would you?"

I finally smiled myself and admitted the ruse. And I explained why. I needed to get his to another level of submission.

But we had been talking about some of the things I had made him do, or that I had done to him when he suddenly asked a fateful question.

"Master, are you really, REALLY never going to let me go? I promise I will never tell anyone."

"Boy, after all this?"

I could not stop showing some of my exasperation. And I thought my boy had been advancing so well.

"I will make it perfectly clear boy. You will NEVER leave these confining walls, or that chain and collar around your neck. And more importantly, I need you to finally accept this. You will be my slave boy FOREVER. Even years from now when you are grown into the physique of a man. You will still be my boy. Period. The one thing I promise is that I will ALWAYS take good care of you."

Right then and there I decided that a very drastic step, one that I had been contemplating for some time for any number of reasons, I would have to take. Maybe then my boy will be absolutely convinced that his enslavement was for his entire life. Because until he is totally convinced of this, he will never totally submit. In fact I decided to make arrangements the very next day. I was still not sanguine about this procedure since it was fraught with some real danger, but I realized now that the advantages were starting to outweigh them.

My boy looked at me with a few tears in his eyes. And then gave a big sigh. And I could see a lot of thoughts whirling through his head.

After reattaching his chastity devise, but this time with a Foley catheter sending the end of a tube through the small hole at the end of his small polyvinyl penis tube, I just put a very wide spreader bar between his ankles, and then attached his wrist cuffs to his ankle cuffs. He was spread wide. Then I merely put a very small gag into his mouth. It wasn't even a gag actually, merely a strip of rubber that was held between his gums and his teeth and just allowed a small tube to be fed insides that he could draw water when thirsty. I then put on him the simplest of leather lined metal masks. After fixing the five bolts and wing nuts that firmly held it in place, I carried him to the smallest of the three side rooms. I decided to abstain with all the rods and other devices that I could use to restrict his movements and just dropped him onto the padded floor. Of course when the door was closed he would be unable to lay on his side without crunching up pretty good. I then put the end of a sipping tube into his mouth hole. It was connected to a gallon jug of water. I then connected tube to the end of his catheter toad rain in the floor and opened the valve. I turned on the air conditioner in the room since I did not want him to get overly heated in the enclosed room. I figured he would be good for at least a day.

I would need a good part of that day I figured to make the arrangements that I needed. I told my boy that I would be gone for the better part of a day and shut the door. There was a mild muscle relaxant in the water to help insure him not cramping and also which would cause him to doze off and on. As I said I was a kind master.

When I left the house, I first went in to town and arranged to meet my contact that got me many of my black market drugs and medical supplies. Two hours later I was talking with him at a down town restaurant – I was paying for the meal of course.

"Ok, the grub here is great of course but what is it this time? What'd you want to meet for?"

"Well, I know that you can get me a lot of medical supplies no questions, and I know you can get me some things done when I needed, but this I needed to sound you out about in person. I need the services of a discreet dentist. A VERY discreet dentist."

"How discreet?" What he was actually asking was how illegal was what I wanted done.

"Well, I sort of have this boy. He's sort of my slave."

"I figured it was something' like dat. Especially after all da t'ings I helped get for you. And so?"

"Well, I need all his teeth removed, but by a proper dentist with all the usual painkillers and such."

"Wow." The guy sat back and thought a bit. "Well OK, that shouldn't be too hard. I know a c'upla guys. Let me make a few calls and I'll be back in an hour or so. But you'll have'ta send da boy or bring da boy yourself. Nobody will come to ya."

I was afraid of that but figured I could manage. "There's one more thing I have to mention."

"What's that, the boy's ugly?' He laughed.

"No. I'm quite fond of him in fact. But the boy is not quite a willing slave. I kidnapped him several months ago. He'll need to be restrained while he loses his teeth."

"You're serious, ain't ya!" I surprised this fellow for the first time in ages.

"Very."

"Shit. I didn't figure you for something' like dat. Snatched huh?"

"But he is responding well. I had him pretty well figured. But his teeth he won't give up too willingly I don't think."

"I wouldn't t'ink."

"Well. Is it possible?"

"Look, for a price, everythin's possible. Let me call aroun'. But it will be expensive. And I might have to get someone in from out a' town. How much we be seeing in hard cash? I need to know before I even start."

"I can probably have $10,000 total in a couple days. Anything more I need to sell some stocks and stuff."

"God, you that rich? I shudda guessed. That's more than enough. And I get my 20%."

"Twenty? It's always been ten."

"Look, I may have other expenses; most these guys don't talk on no phone. And I will have to lay out part of it too."

"OK. I'm just anxious to get this done."

It was two weeks later when I informed my boy that he would be taking a trip.

"Trip, master? I thought you said I'd never leave here?" My boy was suddenly frightened.

"It's become necessary. And it's only into town. Don't worry."

"But master, how come…"

"Boy be quiet. Remember I promised to always care for you and never let you be harmed?"

"Yes master."

"Well that is all you need to know. Now no more talking. I need to get you prepared."

I first took off all the restrictive devises I had on my boy except for his permanently attached collar, and wrists and ankle cuffs. And the rings keeping his feet so they could not bend at the ankle. My boy looked at me a bit surprised when I used a pair of wire cutters to take off his hand 'mittens.' (It was actually pretty simple to use a new restraining wire to reattach them). He knew that they had come off once in a while since his fingernails had to be cut, but he had always been in forced sleep when this occurred. The only other times occurred sometimes when we were cuddling at night. He seemed to look at his freed fingers as if they were some alien attachment. And he had a bit of trouble opening his hands. Then I could see even further surprise when his chastity belt and butt plug were also removed. I reattached them but with a more comfortable plug and just a small leather bag over his penis and testicles.

He wanted to ask me something but I steadfastly refused to allow it. Probably the most astonishing event for my boy was when I came in with the industrial strength bolt cutters. But I suddenly decided that I needed a much more manageable boy for our trip, so before I released him, I placed the small soft rubber gag into his mouth, and covered his face and head with the appropriate leather lined metal mask. Now his sounds would be muffled, and his being unable to see held a great advantage in my controlling him. I then attached a small chain between his ankles, and attached around his waist that belt I had not used since that first day I captured him. The one which had built in leather cuffs for his wrists. These I fastened down so that he could not move them away from the front of his waist. His penis was trying to stretch the leather of the pouch. I would allow him at least that much freedom. I then took the bolt cutters and snipped through the ring attaching the chain to the back of his collar. It was the first time he was free of that for all these months. My boy was docile this entire time, for which I was both happy and grateful.

I then picked him up bodily and laid him on his side in a large heavy duty plastic container. It was called carry-all and could be used for hauling around all manner of things including small boys. It had two wheels affixed to the back, and a large handle in the front. And its lid was secured by a couple of hasps. I picked up the handle which brought the front of the long box-like container off the floor several inches so that it could ride on its back wheels, and entered the elevator. I simply wheeled my boy out to the garage and loaded him into my SUV.

The first stop was to a pharmacy to pick up a few things I would need later in the day for my boy's care. Then to the dentist, or at least some one who used to be a dentist before he was put into prison quite a while back. I never did know the particulars or even his name. My friend said it was better for everyone concerned that information was on a need to know basis. I arrived at a dingy downtown warehouse and wheeled my boy into the bay door as instructed. There was my friend and he looked at the carry-all that I had and snickered.

"Nice. A friend of mine uses somethin' similar in his work. But enough of dat. Follow me."

I was directed into a side room and was surprised to see a real dentist chair even if circa 1950. Also a tank and mask, and a metal cabinet with a few dental tools. There was small elderly guy there who looked very nervous.

"You have the money?" he asked right off. I guessed only someone very desperate for money would be doing this.

"I have deposited it into this account. And I put it under the name I was told. You can call to make sure it's all there as specified."

The small guy nervously made the call on a cell phone and smiled after a minute or so.

"Good. Where is the person to be attended to."

"My boy is in this right here." I pointed to the carry-all. He doesn't know what in going happen and I want to keep it that way. Just tell him he is here for a dental exam and to fill cavities or something. If you use the Nitrous Oxide gas, plus the usual Novocain, he doesn't need to know until it's all over. Are we agreed?"

We concocted a story for the boy and I then made sure the door was locked and then opened the case. The boy I helped stand since his confinement for over an hour had somewhat disoriented him. He also could not use his hands to steady himself. Nor could he see.

"Boy, you are here for some dental care. I am going to help you into the dentist chair."

I saw my boy nod, and at the same time I got several comments from the other two people present.

My friend interjected: "Holy shit man, I knew you had a boy but fuckin' shit. And look at his get up."

The person I sure hoped was a qualified dentist just gasped at first and then blurted out: "Damn, he's naked!"

And he had his eyes glued to my boy's groin and butt. I saw his own pants tenting and wondered again what he had been in jail for.

"Please be quiet while I instruct my boy. And he can hear through that metal mask.'

"Boy, when I take this mask off, I will sit you in to a dental chair and I want you to do two things. I want not a single word from you and I want you to cooperate completely. You need a checkup, and you were complaining of a tooth ache last week. Understand?"

My boy nodded and I removed his mask. He squinted at the lights and could tell he was not only frightened but acutely embarrassed to be almost naked in front of two strangers. But amazingly to me he said not a word, but I could see him trying to move his hands downward. Of course his restraints would not allow that. He did make few mewing sounds though. I put him into the chair, and the dentist, even if I swore he was drooling at the sight of my boy, put a linen cover over him.

The whole procedure was agonizingly slow and complicated. Even with the gas and Novocain my boy was becoming aware enough from time to time to realize that something was going on other than a regular dentist exam and filling. He finally broke his training and looked at me pleadingly.

"Master, what's happening?" I could barely make it out he slurred his words so much. But now what?

"Boy, obey." But he was still squirming and moving his head as the dentist tried to attack his mouth for the next tooth.

That's all I said when I heard my boy gasp and then yell. I looked up and realized that the dentist was preparing a hypodermic of who knew what. I was instantly furious and also not a little concerned. "What the hell is that?" I was frightened for my boy.

"Don't worry. Just a light sedative. It's necessary. Do you want me to accidentally break off any of these teeth's roots? That would lead to severe consequences I'm sure you don't want. I know what I am doing. I was once a certified and licensed dentist. Now calm down."

Now the shit hit the fan. My boy was not stupid. Far from it. And the mask was off his face for a few minutes. He looked at the tray to the side and saw four of his teeth all in a row.

But amazingly, he just looked at me and barely turned his head in a circle, something I allowed from time to time for him to let me know he wanted to speak.

I looked at the two other men in the small room and asked them to leave for a minute, my boy needed a break. After enough cajoling and a not so veiled threat, they finally did just that.

I could not resist that pleading look in my boy's eyes. "OK, boy you may speak.

"Master, please. I…" It was a whisper so low I had to bend down to his face. "I'm going to loose all my teeth aren't I?"

"Yes, boy. You have no choice. So just resign yourself to it."

"I am master. I guessed that what was going to happen as soon as I saw the dentist chair."

I was both startled and perplexed. He had already given in? Then why all the commotion?

"But boy, then why have you been trying to stop everything?'

"Master, please. I'm YOUR boy. But that horrible dentist has been feeling me up through my pouch. Would you please make him stop? I can't enjoy it when he is doing that."

Now I was flabbergasted. "What do you mean enjoy it?"

"Well master, being forced through all this was getting me all horny. And I can sort of like it since I have to have it happen anyway."

"OK boy. You've just surprised me a bit. I'll make sure nobody but me touches you there. OK?"

"Thanks master." Then in a very tiny voice: "And master please, can you give me permission to come if it happens? Please? I promise to be good. And could you strap me hard in the chair."

"OK boy, you have my permission." And I took off the tight pouch confining his testicles. And I thought I understood about binding him into the chair. I went back to my SUV, got some all purpose cord, and tied my boy into the chair as best I could, trying my best not to cut off any of his circulation. This was one of the reasons I rarely used rope. When I finished I got up and smiled at my beautiful boy. And he smiled back.

By this time the dentist was getting very impatient and I allowed him to start again. But first I had to say something.

"You asshole. I am paying you a lot of money to do this for me. But that doesn't give you permission to feel up my boy. Next time and maybe I see to it you don't do dentistry any more."

My friend interjected: "Woah woah. No need to get testy. Why don't ju two jus' calm down and behave. What ju say?"

What seemed like hours and gallons of sweat later, my boy's teeth were all out. There they were – quite a line of teeth in two long rows on the tray. By this time my boy was pretty well drained and I could tell his mouth was really hurting in spite of the Novocain.

What really surprised the two guys, was a short time after the dentist had restarted, my boy had an orgasm. After that I had the dentist start using the gas again so that my boy could get through the remainder of the ordeal with as little difficulty as possible.

The dentist also had made molds of my boy's mouth before the procedure and was getting implants made so that my boy's face would look normal when using them. Plus a lot of follow up care instructions. I was going to get a set of those molds because I had in mind a number of other devices I wanted installed in my boy's mouth from time to time.

Now to get my boy back home and care for him. I gave my boy a shot of Demerol, to help with the pain and to help let him sleep. I then undid his restraints, laid my boy back into the carryall, and started wheeling him out of the room. But just as I started through the door, I felt the dentist's hand on my shoulder.

"Just a second. How about a half refund right now?"

"Half refund for what?"

"Well, just give me a full day with your boy. How about it?"

"No thank you." I tried to say with some civility, but I didn't succeed too well. NOBODY was going to touch my boy. I just wanted to get away.

I slept that night with my precious boy in my arms, hoping I did the right thing. But it was necessary to convince my boy totally and completely that his old life was totally over. That he now had no recourse but to submit to his slavery. I was determined to not only make him accept his place in my life, but to also make sure he was happy doing it whatever I had to do to make that come about. I didn't want to kill my boy's spirit, just force it into the direction I believe fate wanted it to go – as my slave.

He only regained consciousness for a moment before I gave him another shot. But I would have to get him up walking tomorrow to make sure his lungs would recover normally. It was going to be a long day.

And it was. For the next week, I made very few demands on my boy. I remember at the end of the first day, when just about all I did was to care for my boy, feed him through the naso-gastric tube I had put down into his stomach, and even made him listed to my newest novel as I was writing it. (I had brought my notebook computer with me and waylaying bed with him). I even had given him permission to speak whenever he wanted. I wanted to know if he was in any pain. Two things of note happened that day. Well actually three, but one of them, even perhaps the most important, I had not realized until quite some weeks later. But the first was when I was writing dialogue and asked my boy to comment.

"Master, that's terrible." I had to strain to understand him, without any teeth.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a teenager would never say anything like that. At least no teen I knew. How come all these books keep making teens act and talk like adults?"

That eventually led to a sort of collaboration on this particular part of my novel over the next week.

The second thing that happened was at the end of the day, when we were just cuddling together in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, and my boy simply said: "Thanks master."

"Thanks for what?" For removing his teeth?

"For not making me do the usual things and all when I couldn't enjoy them too."

I went to sleep that night thinking long on that last sentence. And that was the third thing, but I was not aware of it at the time. I kept thinking about what my boy said over the next couple months.

The next morning I did question my boy about his loosing all his teeth and what it meant to him.

"Master, I already said that I accepted it. You already told me a lot why."

"But I was just wondering how come you seemed to have given in so easily."

For some reason my boy actually looked embarrassed. I was wondering why; so I asked him why.

"Because I realize that you really mean it when you say this is forever. And so it don't matter that much then anymore. And besides…"

But that was all he said. He stopped right there. After a sharp command to tell me what he was thinking he finally said: "Well, I guess in some ways I like the idea of being forced to do a lot of these things by you. And the idea of such a drastic thing, well, the idea of it just turned me on so much."

I was then remembering his orgasm of the day before. "Then you like the idea that you're my slave."

"Well sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"Well, the sex stuff I really like, but then I get so sad when I sometimes think about all the stuff I will always miss out on."

"Well, that what's so important about you totally accepting your slavery. So you stop thinking about these other things. Your slavery is all you should be thinking about. And how to please your master."

"Yes master. I'll try."

Chapter 8

It was eight days after all his teeth were removed before my boy was again comfortable eating any real food. Of course, even though I had frequently fed him pureed food, now, with no teeth, that was all he could eat. (I was not about to try anything else until his mouth was totally healed). And I really liked the difference it made when he sucked me off.

We gradually got back into our usual routine of his enduring different degrees of bondage, especially when I was not around interacting with him. And I could tell that for the most part, he was really turned on by these sessions. I could tell though, that the few times there was any amount of real intense pain, that he really fought it. He was definitely not into pain very much. Although, strangely, those few times I had to reinforce his training with punishment, he seemed to stay hard during those session. And the situations he absolutely hated the worst, were those times when I left him entirely on his own and NOT in some kind of bondage. Strange. I would have to think on that.

It was on that 8th day that I got the new items that I had ordered. The workmanship looked superb. (At what they had cost you'd have thought they had come from a jewelry store). They were in fact the several special inserts I had made for my boy's mouth. The first dozen items were various types of mouth gags; I had to replace all those that no longer fit my boy's mouth correctly. The next item was just a set of denture-like things that when put in the mouth correctly, filled out my boy's face so that you'd never know he had no teeth. They needed some adhesive to keep them in the right place. You couldn't actually eat with them, however, they were not dentures and were much lighter. They had the advantage that my boy could talk and everything with them and unless you looked very close, you wouldn't realize that they were not really teeth. The next item was just a single piece that served much the same function. But it was just a single piece and was not meant for use if I needed my boy to open his mouth. In fact, if my boy opened his mouth, the thing would come right out. The next one was very different. Although it served the same purpose, it was so designed so that it needed to be specifically removed from the mouth. It had two flattened bars that went across the from the back of the implant that could be connected to the stud that I had yet to install on my boy's tongue. It was the last item that was totally gruesome. (And an item that I will definitely threaten my boy with, but something that I will most likely not ever really use). It was very similar to the previous mouth implant. It can also be affixed to my boy's tongue – once I had his tongue stud in place. But it also had eight long prongs in two rows that stuck out of the front. These would fit through eight holes that would have to be prepared just above my boy's upper lip, and just below his lower lip. Then there were four fasteners that would affix to each pair of prongs. Once in place, my boy's mouth would be held closed until the fasteners were removed. But why I said that I would never use this device was that I did not want to spoil my boy's beautiful face that way. Of course it might be interesting see his reaction when I explained to him just how the devise worked. I showed it to him that evening.

"Wow, neat! I wonder how it will feel!"

So much for intimidating my boy with the thing.

So I decided to try out one of my more diabolical bondage items that night – one I had not introduced my boy to yet. I took him to the encasement/storage room. It was the largest of the three side rooms and a place where I could actually 'store' my boy for up to several days, if I had a need or mind to.

At the time boy was back in his chastity belt. This time with one of the solid metal butt plugs along with a chastity device on his penis that was merely a series of rings. It fit his small penis – small as in when his penis had fully deflated because of a cold aerosol or ice treatment – very snugly. It was almost cruel as it bit into his penis as it tried to engorge. One ring fit immediately behind the glans, and the forth fit next to his testicles and was kept in position there by being connected on two sides to a fifth thicker ring that came apart to fit over his penis behind his testicles. It was the one he complained about most as being the most 'horrible.' But it was also the one that he liked having on the most. The ring set would stay in place; however, a different butt plug would be needed. In size it was just slightly larger than my own penis (when erect) but with a smaller neck at the area of the boy's sphincter. But it was some what complicated in manufacture and operation.

First of all, it had a small circular bladder just inside the boy's sphincter that that could be expanded to help keep the plug in place. The second feature was a small vibrator that positioned itself exactly onto my boy's prostate. The third feature was a series of tubes that could be set up to lavage my boy's rectum. When put to use it could be used to give my boy an 'automatic' enema, thus enabling my boy to stay in 'storage' without worrying about having him eliminate any stool. It would be eliminated for him.

To get my boy ready for his very first stay in my 'storage' unit, I first undid the usual chains I had connecting his wrists and his ankles. He tried to look around to see what was in store for him but all he could see were a series of tubes coming from a large consol in the back wall, and a large bar that ran horizontal just below the ceiling more than 7 feet [2 m] overhead. From it hung several short but stout chains. To get his attention I gave my boy swift wack with my hand on his bottom. It was already sore from ten swipes of the stiff leather paddle he had earned earlier that day.

"Pay attention boy. I have to go to a meeting with my publisher tomorrow morning so I won't get back to you until tomorrow afternoon. And I have to fly out, in two hours from now. So we have to get this done without any delay. So pay attention. I figure that should give you a good introduction to this room you'd never been in before."

I then took off my boy's mittens. That I so rarely do so he knew somehow this was very different. My boy looked at his hands in wonder, almost not knowing what to do with them.

The main reason was that I did not want the slightest chance for my boy to get injured. He flexed his fingers seeing if they still worked. Then I opened a drawer and pulled out a rubber and plastic mouth gag. It was made so that when placed in to my boy's mouth, it could be used as a feeding tube also. I explained to him how it worked.

"This part fits behind your lips. And this small penis-like projection has a hole in it end. If you close down on it with your mouth and tongue, and suck at the same time, liquid will come out that you then swallow."

My boy nodded. I put it into his mouth, and then hooked it up with a tube coming from the consol.

"OK boy, see if it works."

A few sucking noises later he nodded up and down. The liquid was similar to Ensure but tasted better. I then fitted his nostrils with plastic cannulas so that I could be assured that his breathing would not be interfered with. Next I retrieved one of the leather lined metal masks – the one that fit over the present arrangement. The boy would have to guess from now on what everything looked like, since this mask had no eye holes. It also kept the plug in my boy's mouth. But instead of fastening this mask in the usual way, I merely fit two straps around the back of his head, and a final strap down from the top of the mask to the bottom horizontal strap. It was snug in place.

By this time my boy was tiring standing on his toes and I needed him to be laying on his back. I placed what may at first sight looked like a sort of mummy bag, but was much more, down on a side shelf. And then picked up my boy and placed him on top of the open bag. I slid his feet and legs into their respective and separate compartments. The u-bolds of his ankle cuffs all fit into their slotted recesses. The two legs, although having separate compartments, were fastened together down their entire length. This part I zipped up with an extra heavy duty industrial strength zipper. The compartment came to just stop at my boy's testicles. There, a collar-like opening on the bag fitted over my boy's family jewels. I got a medium gage Foley catheter and again inserted it into my boy's penis and all the way into his bladder, anchoring it there in the usual way. I took great pains to keep it entirely sterile. My boy was so used to being cathetered this way that he barely made a fuss. I then fitted the next part of the heavy bag over my boy's hips, stomach and chest, and finally his shoulders. It fit snuggly enough that I had to smooth the bag out to get enough of it to make it reach. There were then separate compartments for my boy's hands and arms into which I slid them. Again the u-bolts of the cuffs fit into their respective slots. There were separate zippers for each arm and for the trunk of my boy's torso. These too I zipped. That left his head. Again a portion of the bag, it's hood, fitted very snugly over the top of my boy's head. This I closed up with a draw in the front only leaving a small hole from which I could run tubes to his nostrils and his mouth plug.

The bag actually had a number of separate compartments all around the outside. I then picked up an air hose, connected it to a spot on the Bag and pushed the handle. The bag inflated all around my boy. I continued adding air until the bag was fully rigid. It was almost totally setup. I could see my boy squirming. That was all the movement he was allowed. A large part of the outside of the bag was very reinforced so that it could be hung by two large D-hooks sewn into the bag above each shoulder. I hit a button and the bar near the ceiling came down. When I stopped it there was just room to attach the two chains to the two D-rings on the shoulder of the bag. I hit another button and this pulled the bag – along with my boy snug inside – right off the shelf until he was held suspended in a vertical position just a foot [30 cm] off the floor. I heard a muffled gasp as he was raised into position. The bag started to move as my by squiggled inside. Then it started to sway a bit. This would be stopped soon. I was not quite finished.

I then ran two chains from two hooks on the floor, each about a foot [30 cm] to the side of the suspended bag, and attached them to two D-rings, one on each side of the foot area. I then hit the button again and the bag lifted a few more inches until it was held much more rigidly. My boy was really squirming now, along with a lot of grunts and groans. Just enough movement was allowed to keep his blood circulating OK. Another reason for the removed 'mittens.' The little flex I allowed his fingers would help in his blood circulation. We were almost there. I just had to connect the separate tubes to his feeding tube, his air tube, to the one that drained his bladder, and finally a larger one that had two parts to the butt plug which was allowed egress by a strategically placed hole in the bag. One final thing was needed (besides turning on all the switches). I attached an electrical lead to the vibrator in the boy's butt plug. It was programmed to be intermittent. About a minute of vibration every ten minutes. The lavage for my boy's rectum was timed to occur about every eight hours with a normal saline solution. All was ready, I hit the switches. Nothing seemed to happen. But I could see some liquid move through the boy's feeding tube. So I guess he was either hungry or thirsty.

Eventually the vibrator went to work. My boy let out an amazingly high pitched squeal. I smiled. Noises kept emanating from the head region until the vibrating stopped a minute later. I smiled knowing my boy was going to be entertained for his entire 'storage' time. When I left, just before closing the door, I turned on the monitoring cameras, and adjusted the air conditioner so that my boy would not overheat. It was connected to a thermistor right in the bag itself. Too bad I had to leave so soon. But I was at least recording it. And also streaming it to a special address on the internet that I could watch when away.

Fortunately my publisher had good news. My last novel sold so well, he said that my agent forced them at gun point to give me a 4 book deal and at a better commission. (I believed the gunpoint part). I could now afford my boy again. To whom I rushed back home for.

My boy, when released him from his confinement had those super pleading eyes looking right at me. I pretty well knew what he wanted. He must have been in torment. I removed his chastity rings, put his cock into my mouth and sucked. It took all of 1.6 seconds for results that came blasting out. I also knew what I would be using my boy for as soon as I gave him his shower. I was as horny as he had been. I then gave him permission to speak.

"Thank you master. But last night lasted ten days too long. It was amazingly great and horrible at the same time."

I was getting better able to understand my boy in what he was saying. Wait until he finds out the next improvement for his body that I had recently dreamed up.

Progressively, all that next week, I kept putting my boy into more severe and restrictive bondage. But in every position I made him stay I always made sure that I had easy access to his butt. For some reason I couldn't seem to get my black cock up his white butt often enough. In addition, I made him stay in his mask, the one with the feeding tube, all week without once taking it off. He moaned and groaned a lot but I never allowed one distinct word pass his lips, nor did I allow him any say what so ever even through his body language deter me from what I had planned for him. Of course this I took great delight in spelling out to him beforehand. I used this time to make sure to reinforce the idea that he was my slave and he had no say in what was going to happen to him. And because I only let him come maybe twice a day, he was dripping all week. In addition, now that his mouth was healed, I was force feeding him my shit every morning. This was also one of the times I would allow him to come. I wanted to positively reinforce his eating my shit. I wanted him to eventually actually look forward to it. And to my delight he seemed to take very well to his mostly passive role. Even when he is in my bed at night, I have as I had said, kept him in his mask, and have had one of his limbs chained to the bed.

Of course, during this time, our interaction was intense. I was with my boy almost all the time. In fact, for one of the bondage arrangements that week, I had taken off his ankle 'braces' so that he could walk to keep with me with no difficulty, (He only thought they'd be permanent). I came up with an idea that kept my fingers up his butt for over four hours. I had put a special glove-like affair on my left hand. It only covered the bottom knuckles of my first and index fingers, and then came down the back side of my hand and was affixed around my wrist. Then I extended those two fingers as far as possible into my boy's rectum from the front so that his penis and testicles were touching my arm. Then using a pump on a valve on the glove, a small bladder at the very end and back of the glove of the glove expanded effectively locking my fingers in his butt. Where they played and had a lot of fun. They also elicited quite a range of sounds from his gagged mouth. On another day, I was able to force my boy's (un-'mittened') right hand all the way into his butt from in front causing him to stay bent over for the duration. His left arm I affixed to a strap at the front of his waist. I put a clip from his right wrist cuff and affixed it to a heavy ring I locked in place around the base of his testicles and penis. Then I put him into a new creation I just acquired. It was sort of shaped like a small concrete mixer. Only this one was well padded inside and after the boy was caged inside and I turned it on, the cage, which also had padded baffles inside, turned very slowly, about one revolution per minute. But it was fun to watch as my boy could never rest in any position for more than 10 seconds or so. All the while his own hand was forced to massage his interior rectum.

The only time I allowed him any lengthy cognitive interaction was when I had him with me – well trussed up of course – while I was continuing with my work with my latest novel. I would work out plots and story lines with him and get his yes or no input. I was delighted to have his input like this.

When I finally took the mask off his head and face he seemed totally disoriented for a couple hours. I then removed all of the constricting bondage gear except for his mittens, and I then clipped his wrist cuffs to the side of his neck collar so that he could not touch his now naked penis. I also installed a small spreader bar between his legs just above his knees. His penis sprang up hard. When I next allowed him to speak he asked me if I was going to do that to him again – putting that mask on him for an entire week. That he promised to be very good so that I wouldn't do it again.

"Boy, listen well. If you are NOT very good all the time, you already know what will happen. You will be punished with one of the floggers or paddle. The last time you could not sit down for over a day. And the time before that I put welts from the heavy flogger over almost every part of your body. So the question of your being very good has nothing to do with my putting that mask back on you. I could keep it on you for a month if I decided – understand?"

"Yes master."

"What I am still in the process of doing with all your training is to make sure you totally understand, you have absolutely no say in what I do or don't do to you. Except that I have promised you that IF you are very good, I will reward you. Understand boy?"

"Yes master. And I've been trying real hard to be good."

"I know you are boy and I am very proud of you." I picked my unencumbered boy up and cuddled him in my arms. I liked the contrast of his white skin against my very black skin. You are becoming a very good slave boy. In fact, I intend to reward you soon."

"Thank you master. Can I know what?"

"Not quite just yet. But soon. And I am very happy that you seem to be finally accepting what I have done to you." I deliberately asked this question to see how my boy would respond. I needed to know very precisely how far he has accepted his slave status.

My boy got this weird look like he was both going to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Master, I am not quite sure. You really have got me so mixed up. I know that I should hate you for what you have done to me, but I don't. Well for a time there I thought you were just crazy, and that eventually you'd get tired of me and get rid of me. I was always scared of that. But I know that you won't do that. And I'm not sure why not either. And what's even worse, I think I've been – it's hard to put into words. Well, I think you already know that most of the sex stuff we do I really like. And not just that – I like HOW you do all this stuff to me. I mean I'm not scared that you will just leave me, and sometimes it seems that you are more worried about me than what I think someone that just took me to have weird sex with. I guess I'm sort of almost as bad as you. I LIKE what you are doing to me – well mostly. I just wish that there could be a bit more to our relationship. More than just the wild sex that is." He paused a moment. Then added: "Well Master, you asked."

I had started thinking about some of this same stuff recently. I was almost thinking that I needed to let my boy share more of my life. I have let him start working with me on my novel. And in order woodchat I was thinking of, I needed to be sure that my boy could be loyal to me.

"Boy, I think I understand some of what you said. But I need you so much you can never understand how much. But I need you as my slave, and I can't explain what other than a lot of it is sexual. It really turns me on. But it also a lot more. I just need you to be always there for me."

"Master, a lot of the time I'm with you here, I am all excited and even enjoy a lot of what is being done to me. Even the idea of being a slave is exciting in itself. But what still makes me so unhappy sometimes is that I need more." He paused gauging my reaction. I tried to stay as calm as possible. "Wouldn't you even enjoy it more if you knew that I was happier? And wouldn't things be better if you actually had a totally WILLING slave."

That was indeed a question I had not expected, and it really made me think.

"OK boy. I'm interested enough to hear more." And through sheer perversity, I hit the switch on his butt plug and penis rollers. My boy's surprise was so delightful.

Finally I stopped the mechanisms and also my own laughter. "OK, boy. What did you want to say?"

"Well master, I'm not exactly sure, but I do know that I need more in my life than just what we have been doing. You're not getting angry with me master?"

"No boy. And maybe you have an important point. Maybe things would be better if I got your cooperation willingly than by coercion. But you sure seemed to like our nights in bed, and a lot of the other things I've done to you."

My boy started thinking again, and I suddenly had the thought that maybe this boy was even smarter than I thought. Maybe even smarter than I was. Was I being manipulated? I thought for a moment and decided it didn't matter even if I were.

"Good boy."

"Well, I did enjoy a lot of that stuff. But enjoy is a lot different than being happy. Are you happy? And more important, would you be happy if ALL you ever did was sex stuff? I'm sorry master but you asked me."

I definitely had asked him. And I was surprised by two things. First I was not angry at his questions. And yes, that surprised me. And even more, I suddenly realized that it was NOT all the sex stuff alone that did make me happy. It was because I was doing them with my boy. Was I starting to actually think of my boy as more than just a slave? I was starting to wonder. In fact I was almost at the point of giving in to him a bit. But then he would not be a slave. Or did I have to redefine what I thought of as a slave. And then a truly revolutionary thought hit me. Did my boy have to BE totally a slave?

"OK boy. Just maybe you've said something that I have to think about. But for now, you are exactly what I have made you – my slave. But since you have been so good, let's just enjoy this evening."

That night, while basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I started reviewing what my boy had said earlier that day and started thinking.

The first couple months had been a near continuous battle both of wills and sometimes even physically when I was changing his method of bondage and restraint. Of course I had three advantages. 1) I was much bigger and stronger 2) he was already under some measure of physical control and I usually could change 00 bit by bit. And 3) when he was sexually aroused he frequently – even if he refused to admit it most the time – he enjoyed the sexual stimulus he received by his bondage. There were even times when I allowed him almost totally free movement – like when I forced him to exercise, that is I started touching him in some sexual and intimate manner, he barely struggled or resisted. And at times even totally cooperated.

Eventually there were some subtle changes that took me almost the perspective of time to recognize. Sort of a social evolution between us so to speak. I was gradually even tiring of having him merely being an object. I was gradually discovering him as a distinct personality and a person – and shit I really got to like the boy person of him. And there were the times I gradually gave into some of his pleas. I was allowing him to become more involved in my other life's interest especially my writing. He was becoming to me so much more that a sex object.

There was occurring a very gradual but almost natural progression over the second three month period I had my slave boy until fully half our days were spent with him merely being secured to some stanchion or rail so that he was still physically unable to escape, while we engaged in other pursuits. Hell we even started playing computer games. (His hands were out of his mitts for this).

And eventually there was one other thing I had not counted on. Because I was really starting to care for the boy – a pang of guilt would surface from time to time. I had to ruthlessly subdue it. I was wondering if I was falling in love with my slave boy. Over the next several months I was not sure at times just who was the slave. I found myself trying to anticipate his wishes so that I did not have to hear them verbally spoken. I was still maintaining the position of total mastery over him. Now if only I could master my own feelings.

Chapter 9

As we were both propped up in bed we were looking at each other. I was growing so fond of my boy, I had been thinking that if he were not in my life I wasn't sure if I wanted to live. But I could also see that he had something heavy on his own mind.

"Go ahead boy, say what you want. You have my permission to speak." He was quite strained now, that it had been literally weeks since any serious punishment had been administered, or even thought about.

"Well master I have been thinking a lot lately. I have come to realize that I truly am your slave. It has taken me quite some time to fully understand"

"And what do you understand?"

"That I will always be here, with you. But more than that, that you will always be here with me. And I will always obey you. But…"

My boy then started getting scared. I could see it in his eyes. I needed to know what he was thinking and wanted to say.

"Boy, if it allows you to continue, I promise that no matter what you say, I will not be angry or even disappointed. And I will in no way punish you for it. I promise."

After a lot more prodding and promising my boy finally continued. "Well, I promise that I will always do what you say and be the slave you want me to be. I even enjoy it a lot. But not all the time."

Some more prodding was again necessary to make him continue. "Well I was just hoping that eventually you will let me have a bit more of my own life. It's hard to say what I am thinking because I care for you a lot and don't want to go against your orders, but just some times I think I can be content if once and a while you just let me live my life and let me do other things."

When he saw almost no reaction from me he quickly added: "Sorry master, forget everything I said. I will be your good slave. I do enjoy making you happy."

It was with those last few words that my world suddenly crumbled. And I realize now that it had been building up to this for weeks, and maybe even months. It had started a while back when I started thinking of my boy as more than just my slave boy. I had almost without realizing it started to think more about I could please him than even myself. And I was also realizing suddenly how much I so needed my boy not just as a sex object but as a person. I had been, without almost realizing it, talking to him about the stories I was writing and wanting his input. And even other things. When I would go away fro short periods, I was always thinking about my boy and hoping he was doing all right. But now the flood gates opened so to speak. I suddenly, with my boy's last utterance realized that I loved him.

I started crying. I suddenly wanted more than a slave boy. But more than that I wanted my boy to be happy for himself, and not just "to make ME happy."

"Master what's the matter? I'm sorry I upset you. Please don't punish me."

I grabbed my boy into my arms and hugged him tightly, and started for the first time envisioning a future different than the past and present. A future where I wanted him to be happy.

"Peter, I need to go out for a while."

He knew something was very different since I had not called him by name for months.

"How about I clean us both up and then I will get us both some breakfast."

"Of course master. You are not mad at me?"

I looked at my boy and said as sincerely as I was then capable: "Of course not."

We ate and I told my boy that he could do anything he liked as I needed to go out for a bit.

"But master, I need to be put into bondage. What position do you want me in this time?"

I walked for the first hour, trying to make sense of my feelings. After a lot of thinking and soul searching I realized that I indeed was definitely in love with my boy. At least enough to suddenly realize that I wanted my boy to be happy – even if it meant losing him. I would release him from his slavery and try to make everything up to him. And I surely realized that I had a lot more to think out. But for now this was enough. I returned home with a smile, and went to a cabinet and took out a strong pair of wire snips, and a monster of a bolt cutter.

My boy looked frightened as I laid the things on the floor next to him, and released his bonds.

"Boy, . . I mean Peter, I decided that you no longer have to be my slave." I started picking up the bolt cutter.

My boy went white, but still didn't speak.

"Peter, you may speak."

"Please, master, I want to stay with you. I promise I'll be a good slave. I promise not to complain again. Please just let me stay!"

"Peter, you definitely WILL be staying – if that is what you want. As long as you want. But what you asked, I will do for you. I want you to live also for yourself, and therefore you can only be my slave – only when it pleases you to do so. And the first step is to make all these things removable."

It was pretty difficult but I was finally able to cut through the link of chain connecting my boy's neck collar. I didn't have much of an idea yet just how to remove that. I then easily snipped through the bands holding on his foot restraints. Next I picked up the wire snips and removed his mittens. You will need your hands at times boy. For some of the things you want to do. I have decided to put aside several hours each day for you to do whatever you want. I even will let you have internet access. And allow you to start additional at home schooling.

The boy grimaced at that last suggestion. I replaced the 'permanent' wire with a very supple and easily removable cable.

Next I reached for his chastity belt.

"Please master. I would like that to stay on if it is OK. I sort of like it when you decide when I have ."

"OK for now boy. But when your hands free for periods at a time I will need to get a proper lock on it."

My boy smiled, and my soul melted. I wasn't too sure how all this would turn out, but I knew one thing. I loved my boy and wanted him to be happy. I never realized what love was until now. What amazing thing I had been missing.

It was just several weeks later and I decided that we needed a real vacation. A real get out into the wonders of the country vacation. So I was looking for make-up. I never before realized that there was so much to good make-up – as in theatrical make-up. And for what I had planned – of course on the spur of the moment because that's the type of person I am – I decided I needed to make my boy into a black kid. I mean make him LOOK black. I'll be very curious as to his reaction. I spent the next week investigating what I will need along with how to apply the makeup myself. I decided to just keep it simple. My boy has generally Mediterranian features with very full lips, and a thickened nose. Not especially Negroid looking, but not too severely different from a Negro. I think that just body paint, and perhaps a wig of some sort, and he could easily pass as black with nobody giving him a second look. And I would only need to do his head and hands. Clothing would have to cover everything else especially his collar and cuffs. And since I intended to pass him off as a paraplegic, I really thought I can pull this off. I just hoped I was correct in thinking my boy would be willing to 'keep our secret' so to speak.

It was about two weeks later that the most important item I needed made was delivered. Well, about the most important half of it anyway. It was the shell that I needed to put on one of those electric chairs that a lot of people use as out door wheelchairs. I made a number of trips from the garage where the items were delivered and the dungeon. I could see that my boy was very interested but couldn't see anything since I had him in one of his masks.

"Boy, I sure could have used your help with all this but I can see you're all tied up at the moment."

My boy gave out a loud groan at my poor humor. He was laying on a pad on the floor. I had put the widest spreader bar I had between his legs, another one between his lower thighs using some temporary cuffs, and two more bars between his wrists and just above his elbows. I also had links in the bars between his ankles and the one between his wrists pulled quite taught. Not quite enough to cause him any real pain, but enough that I had hurried back home since I didn't want him to get any cramps.

Under his butt there was a small pillow so I had better access to his butt hole. Between his legs was a simple contraption that drove my boy wild. I had a small electric motor set up to a long piston not too un like that turning a wheel in a locomotive. Only this time the mechanism worked backwards. It was the end of the piston that did the intended 'work.' The end of the piston was connected to one of the smaller and very flexible butt plugs I had. And this plug was now going into and out of my boy's rectum. It was geared way down so that the process was fairly slow. The slower speed, and probably mostly the constricting metal rings I had on his penis denied him any hope of an orgasm although there was quite a puddle of pre-cum. But it sure teased him a lot. I could hear a few moans now and then through his gag and mask. I was surprised he was able to share enough of his attention to know that I had arrived. He was sure going to be alive in bed with me later.

But I decided I wanted him to participate in putting his chair together. So I released him from his bondage, except for his chastity belt. And I replaced the motorized plug for his usual flexible medium sized butt plug. And removed his mouth gag and muzzle.

"Master, what's all this."

Walk over and look. You have my permission for now to move and look where you want. In fact I want you to help putting this thing together. It is going to be yours anyway.

"But what is it?"

"What does it look like?"

"Well that part is obviously the frame and working person one of those battery operated chairs."

"Yes, and the rest of this stuff is the frame that goes onto the chair."

"But what's it for?"

"For you when we want to go outside."

My boy looked up at me totally startled. "But master, you said… my chain,… I don't understand. "

"Boy, one nice thing about being the master is that you can change the rules. And remember I made that chain removable. I said that you would be rewarded for being such a good slave boy. This is part of that reward. "

"Part?"

"Yes. I also decided I wanted a vacation. I bought a nice roomy motor home and intend to go out west for a few weeks. And I couldn't really enjoy my vacation without you being along."

I could see tears in my boy's eyes. "Oh thank you master. I promise to be good. You know you can trust me. I'm your slave after all." And my boy was hugely smiling.

It actually only took us about two hours to get it assembled. It would have been a lot less but I couldn't help feeling my boy up now and then. And of course I had to have my 'orgasm break' using his mouth for that which it was most properly designed.

When the chair assembly was finished, it was similar to the usual motorized chair, and it had the ability to turn on a dime. One thing though was that it had a second set of controls on the back and therefore could be sort of 'pushed' or operated from behind. There was the regular part on the frame that I had made exactly to my boy's measurements and with a molded frame, so that it fit him more like a glove. I removed my boy's chastity belt since I had the chair made specifically for my boy being entirely naked (with a couple variations and exceptions) when had my boy sit into it. Then I got the specially designed butt plug I had made just for the chair and screwed it into place.

I lubed his hole real good and said: "OK boy, sit in the chair."

My boy looked at the large butt plug, looked at me and smiled, and then gradually lowered himself into the chair and onto the plug. The plug was on a swivel and also was flexible enough that this sitting down operation when pretty easily. And then I hit a button and my boy started yelping.

"Quiet boy, You've felt that kind of thing before."

Actually not quite. The button I hit did two things. It expanded the upper two thirds of the plug and also greatly expanded a bladder in the skin of the plug just inside the boy's sphincter. For all practical purposes, my boy was 'locked' into the chair. At least I would assume. I needed to find out.

"OK boy, try to get out of the chair."

He tried but the chair lifted with him. I chuckled at his expression.

"OK, that's enough. It works. You don't leave that chair 'til I release you."

My boy started groaning, and I could see why. His penis was engorged and I could see him visibly resisting the urge to touch it. I chuckled again. My penis WAS also erect. And I was definitely going to use it very soon. My boy's butt had other uses than to weld him to a chair.

But there were other things in store for my boy and his chair. I pushed my boy back into the chair all the way and started fastening the restraining belts. A very wide one around the waist, a slightly narrower one around his chest. Two from under his arms and over each shoulder. Then one around each upper and lower arm. His feet fit into leather pockets which enclosed his entire foot when I belted closed the part behind each ankle. As I was getting ready to finish with the remaining straps I could hear a particular moan from him.

I looked at him and warned: "You had better not cum boy!" His penis was pulsing with his heart beat and could see his testicles retract. I took pity on my boy however, and grabbed his testicles and pulled just enough. It was enough to stop the immanent orgasm. Good. I did not want to have to punish him and he knew that coming without permission required severe retribution,

"Boy you may speak."

"Thank you master. That was close. You have me so aroused."

"You do know that if you come without permission, it is now two days in 'storage' with full severe chastity and no relief."

A small moan and then. "Yes master. Could you please put my chastity cage on me? Please?"

"Boy, this chair is equipped with that feature, just a few more minutes."

I have to admit that my boy has been deliberately aroused all morning, so I realized his difficulty. And this kind of bondage, especially since it was a totally new variety for him, REALLY got him revved up. So I decided to do that part next, before finishing all the restraints.

I pulled out of a box a brand new penis tube. This one was made to fit over my boy's penis and holding it upwards. Then it would also allow a hollow rod be fit into his urethra down all the way to its root. The very end of this tube, the end fitted into the urethra had a slightly expanded knob which could swivel just a bit so that its placement was so much easier than the other styles I used. I had to use a cold pack to reduce his penis to near its smallest proportion, I then pushed down the tube over top. Then I took the sterilized tube and gradually and carefully inserted it into my boy's penis. Three groans and a long moan later, it was fully seated. My boy's penis was sticking almost straight up. I then placed another metal device, with two rings that fitted over the tube already in place, and which had a metal arm that first extended away from my boy and then bent downward. I pushed this arm downward and fitted it into a slot in the seat of the chair immediately in front of my boy's penis and testicles. It clicked into place. There was one final piece. It was a heavy ring that opened so that I could place it around the base of my boy's testicles just below his penis. I had to pull my boy's testicles away a bit from his body to get the ring in place. It too clicked shut. A very short bar, that swiveled from its front snapped into a slot in the bar holding the penis, and thus keeping my boy's balls pulled away from his groin.

During this operation my boy was intent to watch every particular of the penis and testicle restraint. This was a bit different from the type I usually used on him.

"OK boy, how does that feel?"

"Master, absolutely horrible."

His smile, and tone, belied his words. He was quite excited by the whole thing.

I then fit a plastic tube into the end of the metal one that was exiting his penis. The other end connected to a bag under the frame of the chair out of sight.

"Now with this boy, you can pee whenever you are given permission. Very handy for your master. Well let's finish."

With that I placed the restraining straps around my boy's thighs, and calves. I then fitted somewhat rigid cone shaped leather mittens onto his hands and then strapped these onto the arms of the chair. Next was an outer shell that fitted over the entire upper surface of the chair. This was optional. There was also a soft blanket like piece that could be fitted onto the chair instead. This could be fastened down so that it could not be accidentally pulled away. The thin metal outer shell could also be covered. Two things were paramount about these coverings. One, they fully hid my boy's collar, and could not even come loose at any place insuring that all of our secrets would remain secret. I could simply tell anyone who was curious enough to inquire, that my boy was a paraplegic in his specially made chair.

"Boy. There is also a different set up for this chair. The few different parts necessary are in that unopened box. That option allows your arms and hands to be free. But of course that means that much more make-up."

"Master, make-up for what?"

"Well, there may be too many second glances from people wondering about seeing a white boy with a black man. Even these days. And I don't want anyone even curious about us. So I got the necessary makeup to make you into a black boy. At least your head and possibly your arms and hands."

We experimented with the various sprays and shades all afternoon before we settled on my final choices. Right before dinner my boy (at least according his arms and head), was nicely light chocolate colored with short wire hair. There were several wigs that glued onto his shaven head. He said he didn't like either since they were too hot. A final choice was to simply leave him with a completely shaven head. His skull was nicely shaped and he looked good that way. So that was what we decided when the weather was hot, and a wig when cooler. And I didn't even realize until I was fixing dinner that this was the first decision concerning his bondage and body that I allowed my boy in almost a year. And except for putting my boy into his chair, this was the 'most free' afternoon my boy has had in quite some time. (He'd been allowed free from his ankle restraints and allowed to walk regularly several hours a day for a couple months now).

I had also ordered full plate false teeth for my boy's mouth. I hoped they'd come in time.

Our lovemaking that night was drawn out and very sensual. And I was very intent on making sure I touched or licked every one of my boy's special spots. I was surprised to discover that I was more intent on my boy than I even was on my own pleasure. And I wondered about that just as I was dozing off with my boy snuggled into me.

Chapter 10

One last thing is to get his head in the right position. Tonight I used a head sling I made from some heavy webbing and a few straps. I attached this item to the straps just behind his shoulder blades and run the wide web from behind his head. The two straps in the far corners in the front then are attached to the sides of his ankle. This is pulled just enough to allow his face and mouth to be in just the right position. I like to put my own black butt into his face and have him rim me good and deep, while I am taking care of his nether regions.

Tonight I kept him help less like this for almost two hours as I did him good. At times I would lick everything even remotely close to his butt hole or penis. Sometimes, (as long as I could keep myself bent enough), I forced my very black butt hole right onto his own lips and tongue. He is well trained and knows what he is required to do. Sometimes, when I am exceptionally revved up, I have actually cum while his tongue is up my hole, and with my penis barely touching my boy's chest.

But tonight I decided it was my boy's night and I really concentrated on him. For the first 40 minutes or so I kept the rings on him and he was grunting and groaning the entire time. And by that time I think I had my mouth and tongue on almost every exposed portion of his body, concentrating especially the region between his hole and his testicles, and on the rim of his hole itself. I also was putting all sorts of implements up his ass. I drove him crazy with him begging me to let him cum. I was careful not to do too much and spoil it by forcing a slow release of sperm without a full fledged orgasm. I have made that mistake in the past. Finally, at about the forty minute mark I was close to needing a rest so I took off his chastity rings and started really teasing him. I got between his legs and with my mouth on his penis and testicles, and my fingers in his rectum, I brought him just to the brink about five times. On the sixth time I got him just too far so I deep throated him and shoved a vibrating dildo into his ass. I obtained one of his best ever eruptions, along some of his loudest moans. I feared for a while that the chains would be pulled from the wall. I was exhausted and suffocating but made sure he was milked to the last drop. I finally pulled the dildo out and my mouth off his penis and collapsed on top of my very special boy. After a small rest I released his head from the sling and lay on my boy and started gently kissing him. He readily responded.

After a while I got off him and decided to do something special. I went into the closet and brought out some electrical equipment, a REALLY heavy duty vibrator, four thick pads made up of layers of soft leather and about 4 inches [10 cm] in diameter, and about a mile of thin leather strips. (OK, just quite a few yards).

I could see a bit of disappointment on my boy eyes when I started to release him. But as usually in our lovemaking he rarely says a word except as an exclamation. (Or to stop which he never really means). At the last second I tossed the vibrator and retrieved the really special butt plug from the 'box room.' I took off all his restraints, pulled him into the middle of the bed, and told him not to move. That I would do all his necessary moving.

I liberally lubricated the butt plug since it was the largest I used on him. It is smooth and almost totally untapered. When turned on it has a set of three metal rings just under the surface that can be made to move up and down along most the length of the butt plug, and does quite a job on the prostrate. There is also a small but intense vibrator inside that also is positioned to hit the prostrate (except when the rings move over the same target). I took great pains to slowly insert this into my boys hole. He moaned the whole time but did not flinch so that I believe I did well. I then snapped two halves of wide ring onto the root of my boy's testicles. It was the perfect size and width to really make sure he can't forget that it is there, but without causing undue pain. I then inserted a large hollow sound into my boy's penis. This elicited a lot more grunts and groans. I then covered my boy's penis and testicles with a very form fitting leather pouch, but one that allowed for the full expansion of his penis. I then put tight leather booties onto his feet and equally tight cone-shaped leather mittens onto his hands. I then got one of his leather lined masks, the one that allowed a large mouth gag. I got a large but pliable gag and forced it into his mouth. It had large tube through it to permit breathing through his mouth if necessary.

By this time, when I observed my boy's penis, it was leaking a liberal amount of pre-cum. He was getting highly aroused already. (I was leaking quite a bit too, I noticed). At the last moment I decided to just use one of his leather hoods. It was made to be very form fitting and had holes for the eyes, nose and mouth tube, but at this time, an extra band of leather covered the eye holes. As I was tightening it up in the back my boy started moving and squiggling all over. It was the type of movement he did when seriously aroused, and was barely done consciously. I had to slap his butt a couple times to remind him to stay still. I was just about ready for the leather strips. I got the four pads ready, sat my boy up, and starting at his neck, I started wrapping him well. I was careful not to make it tight especially around his neck. Of course he had the collar there which helped. I got to his shoulders, and put two of the pads between his elbows and his sides. I kept wrapping making the straps snug. Since the straps were only about 4 inches [10 cm] wide, it took sometime. I made sure his arms stayed straight down his sides and kept wrapping, making sure he could still breath in OK. When I got to his waist, I stood him up propping him against the bed. He started moaning loudly. He was in heavy arousal. (So was I). I made the strap very tight around his beautiful butt, of course allowing his penis and testicles jut outward. I then put him back onto the bed and finished his legs, placing the last two pads between his knees and then his ankles. I was sweating from the exertion when I finished. My boy was well swathed. And packaged.

But I decided I was not quite finished. My boy was again squirming all over the place, at least within the limits of his bonds. So I now did something I had rarely done before because it totally makes the leather useless for another go. I went into the store room retrieved a rubber sheet to cover the bed and three large metal containers, one empty and the other filled with two special chemicals. When mixed they made good epoxy resin that was designed to harden in about 15 minutes time. I put a mask over my boy's head, just in case I accidentally got some of the resin where I did not want it. I the put on a pair of good rubber gloves, mixed the two chemicals into the empty container and quickly started pouring the mixture onto my boy. It took me just a couple minutes to cover his entire body making sure not to do any of his hood. I then turned my boy onto his back, took off the protective mask which proved unneeded after all, and watched with great anticipation as the chemicals started to make a very rigid outer covering for my boy. I discarded the gloves and the cans into a nearby bin since they couldn't be reused. I removed the blind fold and looked intently into my boy's eyes. By this time he was squirming so much I had to put on another glove and keep moving him back to the center of the bed. When the mass finally starts to harden it goes very rapidly. We were at the 12 minute mark and I could see some of the areas stiffen. My boy must have noticed a sudden inability to move and started breathing harder and started a high pitched wail. I asked him if he were OK and he nodded yes. I had never done this quite like this before. Suddenly, almost all movement stopped. My boy wailed at the top of his lungs. A few last struggles to move and he suddenly stopped. He also stopped wailing and started moaning again.

"You Ok boy?"

I then realized he was capable of almost no movement. I looked into his eyes and did not see panic. But I wanted to make sure. I took hold of his head and moved it a bit to get his attention. He looked right at me.

"Blink twice if you are OK."

He did. I smiled. His eyes started moving all over and then he closed his eyes. I supposed he was ready for the finale. I turned on the switch to his butt plug. A sudden high pitched and discontinuous wailing ensued. This lasted about 30 seconds then a spurt of semen shot out of his penis higher than my head. And then another. And five or six more slightly lesser ones. At each explosion there was a high pitched moan. I was so aroused myself seeing this performance that by just barely touching myself I brought on one of the better orgasms I have had in weeks.

We were both pretty well spent. I made sure he had no trouble breathing since I decided he'd stay in this severe bondage all night. Of course the next morning I had the big chore of releasing my boy from his hardened envelope. I was very careful to make sure that there was at leas three layers of leather down the front of my boy, and I was now grateful. I got a pair of strong tin snips and started at his feet. It took me fully 20 minutes to get to his neck. But even then I had to turn my boy over and start on his back. I must have had practice by now and this only took ten minutes. I had to be very careful around the neck. Finally I turned my boy onto his back and pulled the two halves of his hardened cocoon away. Then I removed his hood, and mouth plug. My boy was staring at me very still but then gave me one of his best smiles.

"Boy, you may speak; how are you doing?"

"Wow. Thank-you. That last evening was so intense. Amazing. Thank you. I was so startled when all of a sudden I couldn't move. Wow! And that butt plug is truly evil."

"I'm glad boy. It was intense for me too. But of course I have to punish you for failing to address me as master." I smiled to take the sting out of it.

My boy looked startled for just a second and then started laughing. Then he said: "Yes master." And then started laughing again.

Eventually he asked: "Master, paddle or flogger master?"

"Well, let's see. Probably anywhere from 5 with the light flogger to 30 with the heavy one. I think it will depend on how you treat me in bed the rest of this morning. I'm quite horny and decided to make an entire morning of it."

My boy really did not get off on pain and truly did not like to be swatted or flogged, but he was nonetheless very willing to accept his earned punishments.

"Master, I will then be sure to make certain that it will only be five." And he gave me one of his best smiles. And peculiar to my boy, as usual after an intense arousal, he continued to lay very still and his whole demeanor was very passive.

"Good boy. Let me clean up everything and test your abilities to please me."

I really enjoyed seeing the contrast of my very black penis plowing his very white butt. And I wished I was 13 again too. He came three more times.

Later that day, after giving my boy his bath, I gave him six swipes with the light flogger. (It would have been just five, he did so well with his mouth, tongue, and butt last night, but I gave him six just to show him who was master and who was the slave).

I just thought. He might actually be 14 by now. I will have to find out.

We celebrated Peter's 14th birthday on the first day of our vacation even though it had actually occurred a couple months back. Peter was not just happy to be out – any kind of out – he was almost out of control. So much so that after I had finally secured him to his wheelchair, I decided that he'd stay there until I could get him calmed down. Even if it was measured in days.

The day we left, I had fully secured him into his portable chair – with his full body bondage – and taken him out to the garage. Even during this very start of the trip my boy was so buoyant that he could not stop swiveling his head to take in everything he could. Except for his dentist visit, where he saw no more than the inside of a small almost unadorned room, he hard not seen anything but our dungeon or my bedroom and bathroom for over a year. By the time we were on the freeway leading out of town, he was almost incapable of closing his mouth. Fortunately he calmed down after several hours or so and was just drinking in the beautiful countryside of Pennsylvania. We were inside a large 45 foot [14 m] long motor home and I had taken out the regular seat across form the driver and fixed the thing up so that his chair could be clamped down. I was enjoying him enjoying our trip almost as much as I was enjoying it myself. But I was determined that I had to keep my boy in full control. After all he was my SLAVE. We stopped for lunch and I wheeled him into a truck stop restaurant, We got quite a few stares and my boy was suddenly so self conscious that he almost started to panic.

"Master," he whispered a bit too loudly, "what if…"

"Peter," I stressed his name, "remember, I said that for this trip you will call me dad."

"Sorry ma… , ah sorry dad, but I feel so suddenly naked under here."

"Boy, no one can see anything but your head."

"But everybody is looking."

"Only a few, and what did you expect? You are in a very unusual wheel chair, Ignore it all, and that is an order."

My boy was trained well enough so that quieted him down, and he did try to ignore the stares. But by the time I had ordered had fed both myself and my boy, I was also getting a bit stressed. When we got back to the motor home, I had decided to keep our 'public' appearances to a minimum. A few miles down the road and my boy was feeling sick, and I finally realized that this was the first time in months that he had eaten whole food. He was also complaining that his false teeth were hurting his mouth. I also decided that for as much as possible my boy would eat in the motor home and be limited to the pureed food he normally gets through his feeding mouth tube by way of one of his mouth gags. After the novelty wore off, he seemed to feel more comfortable eating that way also.

Fortunately, by the time we got to just outside Toledo, he was worn out from his adrenalin flowing all day and was napping when I finally stopped at an upscale motel where I had booked a suite. They provided room service. There was even luggage service. I wheeled my now widely awake boy up to the front desk and gave the desk clerk my reservation and a credit card. I could see her staring at my boy who suddenly smiled and said hello. I think she was startled that he didn't seem the slightest retarded or anything, considering his apparent condition.

"And what's your name?" She inquired.

My boy looked up at me and seemed to be at a quandary.

"Peter, Peter Benchley." But as soon as he said it, I could see him take on a look of fear."

"Peter. We're on our vacation. We're going all the way to the Canadian Rockies. Enjoy it." He looked at me and I swear if he had not on the make-up I would have seen him blushing.

When we got to our suite, I immediately ordered room service and ordered our meals.

My boy was still agitated. "Master, I forgot and used my full name. I'm sorry master."

"And so what boy?"

"Well, I WAS kidnapped and I don't want us arrested."

I could see real concern on my boy's face. "Boy, there a billion Peter's in the world, and at least a thousand Peter Benchleys. I doubt they are even looking for you anymore. You're being paranoid."

I went back to the motor home to get a few things I'd forgotten like my boy's blender and returned.

My boy was a bit stiff at first when released from his chair, but he revived well after a time in the Jacuzzi. It turns out he'd never been in one before. (I had reattached his chain to his neck collar and locked it onto one of the pipes). I washed him well and removed his make-up.

I had him remain out of sight when the food came. When I returned for him I found him trying to masturbate and for the first time in weeks got absolutely furious with my boy. Fortunately he still had on his chastity rings, but his hands I'd left free.

"Boy! What are you doing?" I said in a very flat voice.

He went as white as a sheet, and started trembling. "Master. I'm sorry master. But the moving water just made me so horny."

I was fortunately starting to calm down. I was more saddened by this now than angry. "Boy, what is the penalty now for coming without permission?"

"Master, one hundred strokes every fifth day for a month, and not coming during that month. But, master I couldn't come with the rings on, and I knew that."

"But you DID know that you are never to touch your penis or testicles or any thing else down there!"

"Master, yes master. Sorry master."

He hung his head in abject sorrow and misery. I felt some compassion for him at that moment, but I knew I had to be strong for both of us. I also realized that this was such an uncontrolled environment for my boy. He was out of his regimen and safe structured world.

"The penalty for touching yourself is still 100 strokes and no coming for a week. However, since we are on vacation, and I will forgo the strokes until we are back in the dungeon. However, I will fit you with the U-tube for the entirety of the next week." My boy liked that tube for the first hour or so but longer than that he REALLY starts to suffer. It will be a good lesson. I was just sad that this was supposed to be his vacation too and I wanted him to enjoy it to the fullest. But I also knew I could start unraveling all his training if I didn't take a firm stand on this.

"Also, for the next two days, you will be put into storage except when not in my bed."

He would miss nothing that we would not see on the way back I reasoned to myself and yet it would be one more measure to show just how serious this infraction was.

"Yes master. I accept what my master has deemed."

This was his formula response now when accepting verbal punishment. I could see a few tears dripping down his face.

"Why the tears boy?"

"Master, I feel so bad in disappointing you."

I could sense his sincerity. "For being more sad about disappointing your master than in receiving your punishment, I will subtract one day of your punishment."

I would try to find reasons over the next couple days to perhaps subtract more so long as I believe my boy is sincerely trying his best to be a good obedient slave, and perform his duties.

I brought my boy over to our bed, and opened the largest and heaviest of our suit cases. This contained much of our portable bondage gear. A lot more was in the motor home. I took out four lengths of very large gage and soft rope and spread eagled my boy on our bed facing up. I pulled him taught but not excessively so. I then brought back from the motor home a few additional items that were stored there. I then put into his mouth a wide mouth gag with its plug – one that can accept the wide forced feeding tube. I then put his hands into the new mitts I got a few weeks ago. When my boy saw the new mittens his face blanched. They were truly diabolical. I had only tried them on him for ten minutes or so when I first got them and my boy started crying so I took them off. They were very simple to look at but complex in design. They were made out of leather and steel and looked just like regular mittens without thumbs. Inside his digits fit into separate compartments. But they also had a sensor, a computer chip specially made and a tiny transmitter. When the glove was activated, any more movement of any of his fingers or thumbs activated as small circuit that touched the back of his hand and gave him a pretty good jolt. The bad part about it, from the wearer's point of view, the pulsing current kept getting stronger until the hand was still again. And that took EFFORT! Especially to get his hand to lay still when it was being zapped. I put similar items on his feet, and explained what they were. He had never worn them before. My boy would definitely have to keep himself still this night. Next I reinstalled his chastity belt along with his medium electric anal butt plug. I would give him intermittent jolts to his prostate and rectum all night. Then I got the U-tube. It was pretty heavy because it consisted of a metal bar about 1½ inches [4 cm] long, ½ inch [13 mm] wide, and ½ inch 6 mm] thick. On its underside was attached for about ½ its length a metal tube with a diameter to just take my boy's penis when shrunken to its smallest. On the top of the bar were two rings of similar diameter that could open and lock closed. Then on the far underside of the bar was another two slightly larger locking ring. The thing was difficult to fit onto my boy so I didn't use it a lot. Also it did not permit him to urinate. Using a chemical ice pack I reduced my boy's penis which had been leaking pre-cum due to it's body's situation. (I deliberately did not say owner, since I owned this boy's penis). I left the pack on until the penis got numb from the cold. After shrinking my boy's penis I quickly forced the tube onto my boy's penis holding the glans to push the tube on tight against his testicles. I then snapped the two wide rings into place between his body and the testicles, forcing the penis to stretch pretty good. I then had to reapply the cold pack since his penis was trying to expand already. All during this time my boy was straining to lift his head to watch the procedure, and he was also making nice moaning sounds through his gag. I quickly then bent his penis 180 degrees around the rounded end of the bar and quickly snapped the two smaller rings into place. His penis was very trapped. I would have to remove it a couple times a day for my boy to urinate, but I intended to keep him in it for his two day's of 'storage.'

I pureed his entire meal, and fed my boy through his tube.

The next morning was quite a chore. I had to get my boy up and washed, then into his chair, and then into storage in the back of the motor home before I could start out. I finally came back to the restaurant next to the motel and ate a late breakfast. (My boy by this time could feed himself by sucking on his feeding tube).

My boy was not very happy when I forced him into his storage cell, but when questioned before the procedure was carried out he acknowledged the justice of the punishment and even eagerly complied. This time, because of the difficulties in not having all the resources of my dungeon, his storage consisted of simply having him sit in a specially designed cabinet. Since I had totally cleaned him out that morning, I installed an inflatable butt plug that I just decided would remain in place for the two days. It did, however, have a small vibrator that was timed for a few minutes every half hour or so. He would get no food for the duration. At the last minute I decided not to use the U-tube chastity device since it could not be used with a way for him to urinate. His chastity belt and chastity device was one of the usual ones I used that permitted a tube to be placed about 5 inches [12½ cm] into his urethra. It could possibly leak a bit so I put an absorbent pad around the end of his confined penis. I then re-inserted his mouth gag that used his sucking bulb that fit tightly into his gaping mouth. It was pliable enough so that he could suck and swallow as needed. This would be attached to a tube that held a reservoir his feeding liquid mixture. All the mineral and vitamins needed for a growing boy. He was given permission to urinate whenever he heard a timer go off. I had it set for every six hours. The only other thing I fitted him with was his normal flexible metal mittens. He sat down, fitting his legs into their separate compartments, I then folded down onto his lap another layer that came from the front of his cabinet. I then lowered the lid sealing him off. The last look I got from his eyes were priceless. They reflected a look of half pleading, half excitement, and half resignation. I also had a thermostat and air conditioner unit installed so that he would not get too hot. He would not be moved for two days. I then hit a button. All the bladders surrounding his legs, arms, trunk, and head inflated, snuggly securing him into place. He would only be capable of minimal movement. At least the bladder beneath him made his seat more comfortable.

I ordered one of my favorites, Eggs Benedict. I was quite satisfied with their Hollandaise. Many places do not make it very well. Before breakfast, when going by the front desk to check out, the desk clerk inquired after my boy.

"Oh, your son's not with you?"

"Oh, I just found it easier to put him into a storage compartment in our motor home." I smiled. The young woman laughed, not realizing it wasn't a joke.

I retrieved my boy two day's later. I had just turned into the camping area at Devil's Tower. (OK, so it was only 40 hours – sue me). As usual when being retrieved after a long period storage, he took a bit of time to sort of get his bearings. He is in his own dream world for a while from which he seems to awaken in stages. I was also glad I had a full hook-up. He needed a long shower. When he finally was recognizing me and remembering his situation, he suddenly got excited. He looked at me VERY pleadingly.

I removed his gag and gave him permission to speak.

"Master, thank you. Where are we and what did I miss?"

"Boy, we are in the very northeast corner of Wyoming. So you missed the Mississippi River, the Missouri, the Bad Lands of South Dakota, and the Black Hills. But if you are good, we will visit them on our return."

"Master, what is outside, and may I look out?"

I had all the drapes pulled for obvious reasons.

"Boy, you need a good shower, and a rinsing out first. And maybe a good meal."

In spite of his obvious excitement and burning curiosity, he was being a very good slave. He allowed his master to properly structure his activities and decide what he would do. I was very pleased with him and I told him so. He smiled.

I could see his penis straining his tube, but he had four more days to go and if I took the tube off for his shower, he would likely have an orgasm as he usually does at the slightest provocation after any lengthy storage time. He has also described to me certain 'orgasms' he has claimed to have experienced during long term storage events, during what he calls his 'dreaming periods.' These apparently are more than regular dream episodes. He says they can last for hours, and that he usually really enjoys them. I was wondering if they had something to do with some of the sensory deprivations he undergoes while in storage. But I always make sure that his genitals and/or rectum, at lest least DO have frequent stimulation during these periods. So I don't know for sure.

Just before dark, after a good meal, I took him outside in his chair to see Devils Tower. It was utterly amazing. It was just about dark when we got back to the motor home. We would take the paved trail around the monument in the cool of the morning. He was a bit disappointed when he finally did look out the windows but we were under the trees in the campground. There were however enough for him to see that I had to be firm with him to get him into his chair.

"Master. Maybe sometimes I can walk around when we are outside?" It was a pleading question.

"Certainly not boy. I insist that you be in bondage except when in my bed or when necessary for example when you are bathed. You are to be dependant on me at all times."

He complained that maybe just while on vacation sometimes he could walk around.

"Boy, you are still my slave. I decide these things. Now behave. Do you want to be in storage for the rest of the trip?"

"No master. I promise I'll be good."

"Now boy, do you want to see the tower?'

He was excited and smiling again. "Yes master."

I did allow his arms free this time and also did not apply any of his make-up. It took a lot of time and I decided that if anyone noticed that we were black and white I would make up some story.

But as we were taking this walk I really WAS reconsidering about letting him actually have a bit more freedom. I was trying to figure out if it would interfere with his over all training. I would have to give it more thought. He has come so far and I did not want to jeopardize his success so far. At his present progress I was hoping that in a couple more years, and maybe even less, he would be pretty well my irretrievable slave – so conditioned that he would never make any other choice but to remain in slavery to me. Just the fact that he has expressed his desire to stay as my slave is fantastic progress. I just have to make sure that this desire includes his total acquiescence to whatever I desire him to do. My future plans have him even going to college (via Internet) and having some kind of career; he is very intelligent and I want him to develop his talents. But this is in the future. I have even toying with the idea of his keeping his own journal. Well, we will see. I am just so happy that we are doing so well together. Already I can not think or countenance any future that does not have my precious boy in it.

And then I had a rueful and quirky thought. My boy is definitely smarter than I am. As he fully matures, mentally I mean, I was wondering if he would be so able to manipulate me to still get what HE wants. And then I had an additional thought, that, even if he did; would this be such a bad thing? The ideal of course would be if we were both very happy with our situations. And who really knew what will things be like say ten years from now?

The next week of our vacation went pretty much as planned. We skipped Yellowstone Park, due to lack of time but I vowed to see it next summer. Instead we made our way to Glacier National Park, staying overnight in the Manny Glacier area, then up through Banff, Yoho, and Jasper National Parks in Canada. What was so great about the Canadian Parks was that so much fantastic scenery could be seen from going no more than a few hundred yards from the vehicle. In spite of my boy's 'suggestions' that perhaps he could be given just once, some freedom from his chair when away from our vehicle, I stubbornly resisted. He was my captive after all. I also made sure that every night at least one of his limbs was chained to one of the brackets I had welded to the frame of the motor home. The vacation was fantastic. I was sure that my boy was enjoying it as much as I. We still got a number of stares as I pushed his chair but no one did more than try to make small talk. I think in many cases the person speaking to us was surprised at my boy's apparent wit, good humor, and surprising intelligence. I think they kept association his apparent physical disability with a mental one. I think my boy also obtained a vicarious pleasure out of dissuading them of this fact. Most of the time I kept my boy in full bondage in the chair, but on those rare occasions we ate out, I freed up his hands in spite of the laboriousness of applying all the extra make-up.

At the north end of Banph, at Lake Louise, we stayed at the old hotel there. It was built right on the lake and had a magnificent view of Mount Louise to the west. They had no room service so this was on of the few places where my boy and I ate in the restaurant. I decided to try something his digestion could handle after his near steady diet of pureed foods. I settled on brook trout and he loved it. I had the same and it was as good as its price advertised. This time I allowed my boy the use of his hands and arms so I did not ate have to keep feeding him in the restaurant. I just had to take a bit more time with his make-up. He really did look like a cute black boy. Of course one other thing I noticed. We were possibly the only black people in the very expensive and up-scale hotel.

During times like this I was still a bit wary of the remote possibility that my boy was not conditioned enough in acceptance of his status, so that he might suddenly try to attempt to tell some one of his plight as being a captive slave. I had rigged a hypodermic in the seat of his chair which I could activate as a tap on the remote I carried in my pocket. A powerful sedative would render him unconscious in seconds. I was sure of my ability to then talk through whatever may have happened. I had shown my boy this and he knew that saying anything to someone would only lead to severe punishment when we were alone at a later time. So it was a surprise to me when he told the server when conversing with us during the meal that he was a captive. I was startled and immediately put my finger on the button. I was also both surprised and saddened by this eventuality.

"Oh yes," my boy continued with a tone of voice that would apparently belie the fact of his statement, "this man here captured me, and forced me into this chair so that I am unable to hardly move."

I interjected: "Quite an imagination," as I looked at the young server with a smile. I looked at my boy trying to understand just what he was trying to accomplish.

The server smiled and replied: "So how long have you been held prisoner?"

"Oh about 13 months, but I'm actually his slave, not just a prisoner." My boy however said this with a perfectly straight face and with no intonation that would indicate he was really under duress. I was intrigued.

I looked up at the server and contradicted the last statement: "Actually, it seems that taking care of my boy here is a full time job and that I am the slave." I smiled.

The server laughed and went for our deserts.

As soon as the server left my boy burst out laughing. "Master," he said in a very low whisper, "I SO wanted to tell someone of my plight." And then he continued to laugh quietly.

I would have to punish him later for disobeying my instructions and using the word master. But I could see the humor in the situation. I returned the remote to my pocket. I smiled inwardly with the knowledge that my boy was so accepting of his situation.

There was one curious incident the next day when we were visiting the amazing Takaka Falls in Yoho, the highest falls in the Rockies. While there my slave started talking with another boy. I was so taken with the view of the falls I was not following the conversation very closely until I heard the an interesting statement from the other boy.

"Wow. I was beginning my parents and I were the only black people in the entire Canadian Rockies."

"But I'm not black."

Oops. I suddenly turned at my 'son's' faux pas. But he was smiling as he looked at first myself and then the boy. "Now my dad – HE's black. I'm just sort of milk chocolate."

They both laughed and I smiled.

Disaster struck just four days later. We were staying at the Columbia Icefield Chalet in Jasper National Park, immediately across the road from the huge Athabasca Glacier. Since the road up along this bulwark of ice was too steep for the motor home – it was the steepest paved road in North America with a 20% grade – I talked one of the workers at the hotel into driving us up there for 100 dollars. There we would take one of the half-track rides right out onto the glacier. I was determined to do this in spite of the fact that for my boy to go I would actually have to allow him freedom to walk on his own unfettered. The very first time since his capture. Make-up would be no problem since the weather turned so unseasonably cold with even some snow over night. My boy would be wearing gloves, hat and a heavy coat covering all but his face. In fact I decided that make up would not even be needed since no one need know that we were even together. He was ecstatic at hearing of my decision and that night was exceptionally mindful and dutiful in providing for my sexual needs and inclinations.

The next day he was running all around the glacier in this unprecedented moment of freedom. I was watching him during his moments of ecstatic freedom and didn't even mind when he seemed to have roamed quite far away. But then he simply fell out of sight. I will skip over all the details of the lost person report, the search, the fear, the self recriminations, the everything else, suffice it to say, that by the time it was determined that my boy was no where to be found I was well past fear and panic. I was totally in full black despair. After more than an hour, a company representative, and a ranger said that he was probably back in our room since he was positively no where out on the ice. There were company employees whose only job it was, was to make sure that tourist never left the small area of reconnaissance allowed the tourist going out onto the glacier. The ranger said that if he were still missing at the end of the day, I could fill out a missing person's report, but as for now they would assume there was no problem.

I had risked everything for my boy, even prison if he had been found in real need of medical help, and he had left me. I finally realized that my boy had deliberately left me. He must have circled back and returned on one of the many coaches that were queued up on the embarkation point. After a several hours of futile searching the hotel and surrounding area, I had to finally admit that my boy was not there.

I returned to my room in despair, and was almost sobbing. In fact I did break down when I flopped onto my bed. How could I exist without my boy? How could I so have misjudged his conditioning to stay with me as my slave?

I finally decided that maybe there was a remote chance he got lost and would return on his own. I made up all kinds of scenarios in my mind, all ending with my boy being reunited with me. They were all as a chimera of the mind.

Finally, after an hour of wallowing in destructive self pity, I started to pack. I would at least go back home and try to resume my now lonely existence. I thought of the couple million dollars I was worth and realized that wealth was so spurious. I would give every penny just to have my boy back.

I must have fallen to sleep in exhaustion because I found myself in bed fully clothed when I was awakened with a loud rap on the door. I was suddenly overcome with fear. It no doubt was the authorities to arrest me. My boy had sought help with the police or I guess the Mounties since this was Canada. I was numb with despair and no longer cared enough to try to flee. I opened the door with dread.

"Master," my boy hoarsely wailed, "please forgive me." And he launched himself into my arms.

A million diverse thoughts exploded through my mind but finally came to rest on joy. My boy was back. I crushed him in my arms in tighter restraint than any bond I had previously used on him.

"Boy, you're back! My life is not over after all."

"Master, I'm so sorry. Please don't be too angry. I'm sorry."

After speaking different incoherent phrases at each other but never even registering what the other was saying we finally parted our embrace and I started listening to my boy's tale.

"Master I ran away. It was the spur of the moment and I ran away. I had thought about escaping for so long that when I suddenly found the coach leaving I saw my opportunity and left."

My boy had made his way back to our room, taken several hundred dollars from my suitcase, and arranged with the front desk to have the afternoon bus to stop for him. He had later heard of the story of people looking for a lost boy on a glacier from a couple tourist at the first stop.

"Master, right then I knew I had to return."

"But what could have changed your mind boy?"

"Master, because you reported me missing to the authorities."

"But of course, you could have been really injured somewhere."

"But don't you see? IF I had been injured and taken to a hospital, you would have eventually been arrested. I realized then that you really loved me in your own strange way. You risked prison, probably for life, just to help me."

We talked it out and probably for the first time ever, we talked about our desires and hopes, and the care we felt for each other.

"Master, I need to be punished. Please, I promise to be a good slave."

"But how about all that stuff you just said about what you needed? About having a career and all that?"

"Master, I realize now that before all else I need you. I love you."

"So what should I do now? What do I need to do to keep you happy?"

"Master, I am only a slave. The master decides everything."

I looked at my boy and I finally smiled. "Yes. You are right. I am the master." I thought a moment, trying to understand this new version of my boy.

"You will be put into full storage with chastity restraint for the ride home. Then you will receive 50 strokes every three days for the next two months." Then I smiled. "I will decide the rest of your punishment later but it will involve your getting a good education."

I realized that I would not have my boy in my bed for the next several days, but I guess I will have to make a little – OK, major – sacrifice to make sure my boy receives his necessary training.

I was toying with the idea of perhaps some piercing or other body jewelry. I would have to use some restraint, however. I like to cuddle with my boy at night, and I wouldn't want some ring or other feeling uncomfortable. I would have to think on it some. Maybe just around his testicles and penis. But definitely something removable. Or maybe a guiche. Then I had an amazing idea. I was wondering how large a guiche ring could be done. One so large that my boy couldn't close his legs while it was in? I would have to find out if this were even possible.

Chapter 11

It wasn't until I was bathing my boy before he seemed to get his full faculties back. He was pretty smelly after his three days of 'storage.' I gave him permission to speak.

"Master, we are home?"

"Yes, boy. It's been three days. How are you doing?"

"Wow. It feels like so much longer. And I kept having the most amazing dreams."

I let my boy go on about his dreams and thought I would sure liked to have been a part of a couple of them. (In reality, I was sure a large part of the dream in some cases). I was totally exhausted but I got my boy's neck collar reattached to his chain and finally got us both into bed. My boy was suddenly ravenous for some sex play and even though I was just about dead to the world, I couldn't disappoint him. (I even woke myself up pretty good). Over the next two hours my boy came five times. A record even for him. That took a lot of work on my part since he was so totally passive during sex play. In fact, the more I restrained him, and the more severe his bondage, the better he responded. (Of course I was more aroused the more I did to him. But I came only twice).

I awoke the next morning to find my boy asleep under me. His wrists and ankles were still spread wide by the spreader bars. I also realized that I must have left the vibrator in his rectum when he spasmed under me. It had been left on to vibrate every 15 minutes for 30 seconds. I wondered how he could sleep through that. He awoke when I pulled the plug from his butt and inserted my penis. It was a tight fit as usual. I never used over large plugs on him. They might be the rage in all the sex stories but in reality they were not all that good for good sex. The vibrator had been a quite slim one. My boy came even before I did, though his spasming sphincters pushed me over the edge.

That first day back it seemed that both of us were anxious to reestablish our previous routine. It was during one of my boy's extended extreme bondage scenes, when I thought again about rings for my boy. I had been thinking about this off and on for a while and finally concluded that I really did not want anything like that on my boy that was even semi-permanent. However, the idea of some kind of ring to keep my boy's legs apart had scintillated my arousal button. And after envisioning a number of possible arrangements of bondage apparatus, I finally got an idea that really appealed to me. So I told my boy not to move, (just a grunt in response) and went to my phone to call one of the artisans who had provided me some really special things in the past. And arranged for some new hardware.

"So when do you want this stuff?" He asked.

"How about tomorrow?" Knowing that was impossible.

"Look, I know that was just your usual total impatience speaking but for a special fee, I could have these things in three days. Any changes I need to know about in your boy's measurements?"

"He hasn't grown very much over that past several months but these items have a certain leeway anyway."

So it was with my 'usual total impatience' that I took delivery three afternoons later. This time I had my boy hovering over my shoulder looking with more curiosity than even my impatience.

"Boy, do you have permission to be hovering like that?"

"No master. I will need to be punished again."

My boy's need to be punished again seemed to have greatly accelerated these past couple of days. I was starting to wonder if he were maybe showing some signs of latent masochism. I sure hoped not. I really did not get into the pain scene at all.

"Boy, are you beginning to LIKE pain?"

My boy looked at me a moment thinking. "No master. But I guess I am getting used enough to what you have been doing to me that sometimes a small punishment is worth doing something, like now."

I could not have this type of reasoning continue. "Boy, go to the drawer and get me the heavy strap."

My boy paled a bit. He HATED that strap. It could REALLY hurt! But he knew better than disobey.

He came back, having trouble going to a kneeling position because he had his heel restraints on, "Master." Holding up the strap.

"Boy, on your back and lift your right leg."

He did so and I immediately attached a convenient chain to the two sides of his right ankle cuff and hit a button on a remote. I lifted him totally off the air with just one leg. The other he didn't seem to know what to do with. It kept swinging as far as the chain connecting it to his other leg would allow. It moved a lot more when I made the first swing of the strap to his buttocks being careful not to hit the kidney area. (This heavy belt was too potentially damaging to a kidney). Five more swipes to other areas had my boy in tears, along with some really good screams. I then let him down.

"Well boy. You think your impertinence will show itself in a while?"

"I hope not master." And he had the impertinence to smile, even through his tears. I also smiled at his spirit which I so greatly loved.

I finally opened the package and pulled out a set of three wide and heavy rings all interconnecting. The two outer rings were just the perfect size to fit up my boy's leg and rest just below his buttocks. These rings were about an inch [2½ cm] wide and a good quarter inch [6 mm] thick. Being stainless steel, they were very heavy. The middle ring, which joined these two outer rings, was three inches [7½ cm] in diameter, about two inches [5 cm] wide and also a quarter inch [6 mm] thick. They were all highly polished. Separate were two small clips that would connect to any D-ring or U-bolt on my boy's cuffs, and then be able to connect to either of the outer rings. Then there were two metal contrivances that looked like two large cone shaped objects, one shorter than the other, joined solidly at their fat ends. There was an opening on one end of the smaller cone that looked just about boy wrist size.

"Boy let's see how these fit." I opened the smaller squat cone by releasing two clips on two sides of the smaller cone, and spreading the two halves open on hinges attached to the larger cone. I grabbed my boy's right hand and forced it inside. It fit very snug and was lined with special padding. When I closed the upper part and snapped shut the two clips. My boy sprouted an instant hard on. Well, not quite. The metal rings of his chastity devise I could see hampered very much enlargement.

"Master. Wow. I like it! I can't move my fingers at all. And it don't bite even." Meaning no pressing spot which my boy hates. I had the things well designed to confine his hands but not to press in any one spot. I was wanting something more severe than his mittens and also for long term use.

I attached the second metal 'glove' and my boy raised them to look. He had to bend his head a bit since his wrist chain was attached to the waist belt of his chastity device.

"Master they are heavy."

"Good, I was thinking, that since I can still wash your hands with them on, that maybe I'll just leave then on indefinitely."

I got the wanted reaction from my boy but he knew better than offer any objecting.

"OK now the three rings. On your butt boy."

He sat. I removed temporarily the chain connecting his ankle cuffs and drew the two outer rings all the way to his thighs. The center ring, which was forced to ride into his crotch, forced his thighs wide apart. Delicious. Then with the two special clips, clipped the two outer rings to the two inner u-bolts on his wrist cuffs. I then removed his heel restraints so he could at least try to stand up. But I also reattached his ankle chain.

"OK boy standup and walk."

It was almost comical. He finally stood. His upper body he could straighten, but he had to walk with his knees well separated. The two rings were tight around his thighs and fitted snug under his butt. This in turn caused the middle ring to lie horizontal to his thighs, forcing them apart. It was fun to watch both him and his expression.

"Master I can't hardly walk. My knees can't even come close."

"Sit down boy."

He almost collapsed when he lost his balance. I went to the cabinet and retrieved his widest spreader bar and replaced the small chain for the bar, moving his feet quite far apart. I had to help him stand. He was funny to watch. Not only his gait, but also his expression.

"What do you think boy?"

"Master. Wow. This feels so sexy." He had to waddle more like a duck to move at all. He then leaned down which enabled him to move the inner ring closer to his knees, but that made his predicament even worse and he fell over. We both laughed.

"I think you need one more item."

I then clipped two leather bands to each side of his chastity waist belt and secured these around his forearms. Now he couldn't move his arms away from his body and was also forced to keep the rings high into his crotch. After watching some more of his efforts to walk, I had him sit and I removed the spreader bar. Now walking was easier, but still comical.

"One last item boy. Sit down." And I pulled out a cloth bag containing some very diabolical sharpened short spikes. These were specifically designed to snap into holes in the middle ring. My boy got this look of horror when he saw what came out of the cloth bag.

"Not not a word as I snap these six spikes in place."

They fit equi-distant around the outer diameter of the middle ring. They were about an inch long [2½ cm] and sharp enough to give real discomfort but not draw blood if he closed his legs against them.

My boy was grimacing as he tried to move without jabbing his thighs or crotch with the spikes. It was great to watch. My own erection seemed made out of steel. Which gave me an idea. I took off the bottom portion of his chastity device and used my boy's rear hole for its main purpose.

"You may come yourself if it can happen boy."

I lubed his hole generously and started pushing into him as he was slightly bent over. I must have been really wound up. I came in just a few minutes. He did too as I took hold of his penis in one hand as was pulling him into me. We were both pretty loud.

It was a couple weeks after our return from our vacation when something happened that significantly changed how I viewed our relationship. That afternoon, I had installed my boy in an upright position just in front of my work station so I could look at him all the while working. His ankle cuffs were fixed in a rigid connector about three inches [7½ cm] long and that allowed no movement. Likewise, cuffs added to the thigh just above his knee were also fixed rigidly. His chastity belt this time was something new. Instead of a leather belt, this one was made of steel and very heavy. Thus it had to be affixed very tightly. The belt part was very different. At first glance it looked like a normal, albeit wide belt. It was about four inches [10 cm] wide and looking at it straight on, when my boy was installed in it, you would see two holes, about a half inch [13 mm] in diameter just above the edge of each hip. And that these holes seemed to actually go through his whole body and come out the back. Well they did. It was no illusion. If you took the belt off you would see that thick projections from the belt squeezed my boy from both sides. My boy complained of these severe restrictions the first time I tried it on him. Ten lashes later he no longer seemed to mind any more. And these two holes were there for a purpose. This belt could be bolted down to something.

Next , down from the front of the belt was a triangular shaped flap of molded metal that form fitted my boy. It had two strategically placed apertures through which his testicles and his penis are fitted through. Just past the testicle 'hole' this flap narrowed to a single metal piece about a 1½ inch across that snuggly fits up the tender space between his legs until it reaches his butt crack. Here it is hinged onto a very strangely shaped butt plug. But it was specifically designed to put maximum pressure on the prostate. In order to install my boy into this device, after locking the belt around his waist, I have to first insert the butt plug, then push his testicles and penis through their assigned holes. This piece then as stated widens and is locked into place on the waist belt itself. Now this piece is more complicated that it would seem just looking at the belt after initial installation.

The process of installation took some effort as each testicle was first required to squeeze into a small enough opening that a bit of pressure had to be applied to sort of 'pop' them through. Next I put my boy's penis through the second hole. Afterwards his penis so rapidly engorged that it was quickly jutting hard outward in spite of the tight restriction of the passage through the metal belt. The installation, according to my boy, can cause discomfort. Using a cold pack on his penis was again shrunk enough to fit into one of the several variety of tubes which would be fitted over the penis and threaded into place. The one I used this time was the most slender and took effort to fit it. My boy grunted quite a number of times during his installation. Especially during the next phase – the fun part. A simple Allen wrench fits into two different slots found in the body of the belt. The first is in the butt plug portion and when turned, there are several small smooth bumps that are caused to extend outward from the original metal wall, and even rotate if connected to a power source. Though small and smooth, they can surely be felt. The second when turned, closes the hole through which the testicles are protruding to a more severe restriction, and even more interesting, the testicles are forced about a half inch [13 mm] away from the belt. That caused a BIG grunt from my boy. Of course it is best to have the boy well secured when these above operations take place, since the boy is very apt to object.

Before installing the belt on my boy, what I did this time was to hang my boy on a movable framework. I place it where I wanted it and then place a stool in front and had my boy stand on the stool to position him at the proper height. It is quite unique. There is a place for a horizontal bar now at his shoulder height. First of all, a miniature leather 'half-vest' was fitted on my boy's upper chest. Using the straps in front, and below his arms, I was able to cinch this up real tight. The bar was passed through a specials sleeve on the back and then fixed to the framework. Onto the bar I had also placed four large figure '8' type rings. The smaller loop attached the ring to the bar. Through the wide portion of the figure '8' ring I threaded my boy's hands first then arms – two rings per arm. These were spaced about the middle of his upper arm and the middle of his forearm. I then refitted my boy's hands into his special metal mittens. I really liked the idea of these mittens and had them on my boy as often as practical. Then I fitted special pulleys at the very ends of the bar. They were positioned several inches past the outstretch of each hand. A special cable that branched into four cables was threaded through the pulley so that clips at the ends of the four branching cables snapped onto the four u-bolts around each wrist cuff. After threading both cables back around common ratchet I started turning the ratchet. I pulled his arms outward just enough to make them taught. I had to threaten my boy with a whip before he would stop groaning. He likes to be melodramatic.

I then took the stool away and left my boy hanging by his arms. The ruckus he made you would have thought I was hanging him. Well I was hanging him, but not by the neck. His arms and chest vest can hold him with ease for long enough.

Now I fitted the metal devices onto his feet that forced them to stay outstretched. I then pulled his right foot upward and to his side where I affixed his ankle cuff to hold it there. I made his left leg match this same position. This was the time I installed him into the new chastity belt. All the while my boy was giving me one of his looks.

After finishing with the belt I then had to move his butt up just a bit to align the holes of his belt. It was a chore to bolt my boy to the frame behind him, but for some reason the idea of doing this caused me to spring quite an erection. My boy of course was denied this ability at the time. I snickered to myself thinking about this. And my boner got even harder. I stepped back to enjoy the view. My boy seemed to be sagging a bit so I went back to the ratchet and turned it another notch. And another. And then another. My boy gasped at this last one.

I again stepped around to admire my boy and could see his labored breathing. Just slightly worried I gave him permission to speak again.

"How do you feel boy?"

"Master, frustrated. So unbelievably frustrated."

That was not exactly what I expected to hear, but I was relieved that he wasn't in any undue pain.

"How come boy?"

"I am SOO horny and my penis is SOOO trying to do its thing. This is cruel." But after another groan my boy was smiling.

"Well boy, if you think this set up has your libido fired up, just wait a moment."

I REALLY like surprising my boy. I was dripping pre-cum in anticipation. I went behind him and plugged a wire into a socket in the back of his butt plug. It started the small round projections of the plug rolling.

"Aaahhhh. Noooo. Master please stop that thing!"

"But boy, it can't hurt that much."

"Nooooo. It's feeling TOO good. And I can't DO anything."

"Of course. And THAT is what is so exciting for ME. And you know your purpose don't you? You are to please your master and this surely pleases me."

In a dramatically lowered and soul wrenching tone, my boy answered: "Yes master."

Of course we are not quite finished here. I left and returned with one of the versions of his metal hoods. This one was the simplest. The only opening was at the nose. One additional refinement was a thick metal bar that crossed the mouth area. When put onto my boy's head the bar would fit just like a horse's bit, into the very back of his mouth. And since my boy no longer had any teeth, he could even have his mouth closed. As the face part forces him to do. When my boy saw the mask he groaned and started to object. I put a stop to that.

"Boy, I am your master and therefore you have no say in what I decide to do to you."

Of course I snickered to myself as I thought just how much of a fiction that was.

"Yes master."

"Good. Now quiet again."

My boy was totally submissive as I placed the leather lined portion over his face, forcing the bar into the back of his mouth. I then put on the back and bolted it into place using long bolts that extended well past the back of his head. These I fitted into holes in part of his frame. And I bolted this also in place. His head was now totally immobile. As was his waist. He started moving his legs and feet a bit so I found appropriate chains and hooks and anchored his feet more firmly by attaching chains to his ankle cuffs and fixing the otherness hooks in the floor below him. I kept him that way for a couple hours as I worked on my book. I looked at him occasionally and smiled. I decided finally to have just a touch of mercy. I first removed the tube on his penis. There was mellow low moan from the vicinity of the head. And my boy's penis immediately hardened. Big time. Soon it was dripping. About ten minutes later I started hearing a lot of higher pitched moans and I looked up. My boy's penis was twitching up and down. And then gave forth a huge eruption of cum that landed past my shoulder. The remaining spurts were almost as forceful. Of course most of them landed in my mouth and throat as I quickly deep throated him. My own orgasm was also intense. I was planning however that my next few orgasms would put my own fluids into my boy's body. He had two holes that were designed specifically for this role. I was also planning to get my boy back on intermittent periods of forced feeding.

I stood and reached behind him and disconnected the cord from him butt plug. But perversely I kept him there attached to the frame a while longer as I went back to my book.

We had a beautiful evening after dinner cuddling on a couch that I had brought down replacing the padded horse that I never really used very much. I also had a big screen plasma TV put into the wall. We watched a few movies while I drank a margarita. The latter invited a humorous incident.

My boy's bondage was minimal for the evening. Just a short chain joining his ankle cuffs, his simplest chastity device – a leather pair of briefs that forced his penis into a small pouch and locked about his waist. It also kept a small flexible butt plug in place – just enough to force his thoughts back to his rectum now and then. (Also an important part of his ongoing training).

His hands were free except for a small chain connecting his wrist cuffs. That chain was in place only after he requested it. I had thought to leave his hands totally free since we were both with drinks. (He had in his mouth his simplest implants to make his speech better understood).

I had just carried my boy over to the couch and plopped him down and sat beside him when he looked at me inquiringly.

"Yes boy you may speak."

"Master. Thank you master. May I inquire?"

"About what?"

"My wrists?"

"What about them?"

"I'd feel sort of better if you chained them."

So much for me being total master. I acquiesced and put a medium length chain between his wrists cuffs. He smiled. He has told me recently that he feels so much more secure (no pun intended) when in at least minimal bondage.

Well to get back to what I started mentioning. I was drinking margaritas and he was drinking first milk and then some pop. At the start of the second movie he asked me what I was drinking.

"Margaritas. One of my favorite mixed drinks." I had just returned with a pitcher of the Margareta with blended ice. I usually made them on the weak side because I liked to drink a few of them and absolutely hated being drunk.

"Master, may I have a taste?"

"No boy. You're underage."

"Master, so?"

"Against the law to allow a minor to drink alcohol."

My boy started laughing. Really laughing.

"Boy what's that all about?"

"I just thought it so funny. Here you're committing at least a half dozen felonies every day and balk at letting me drink."

THAT got my attention. I never really gave much thought to the laws I was regularly breaking, just so I didn't get caught.

I gave him a taste and then a whole glass when he said he liked it.

A few minutes of reflection and I asked my boy: "Boy, I have to ask. If we got caught, what would you do?"

My boy was quiet for a moment and then looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Master, please don't get caught. In a few more years you won't be breaking any more laws; at least I don't think."

"I've been thinking boy. Just those school books I got you aren't maybe enough. I was thinking about maybe getting your own computer and a maybe a high speed internet connection. I also wonder if you can take classes on line."

My boy was instantly excited. "Oh wow! That would be great. Thank you master."

Suddenly my boy got this funny look and asked: "Master, may I have permission to get something from the big shelves?"

My first inclination was to ask what. But then I thought it didn't matter but I was curious.

"Ok boy."

He shuffled over to the middle shelf and brought back the stiffest cane. The one I hardly ever used because I wasn't skilled enough at using it.

"Master, I forgot proper respect and didn't address you as master."

I was really touched and very happy with my boy. I decided to be lenient.

"That's OK boy. I will forget it this one time. Besides, you get your fifty strokes tomorrow already."

"Yes master."

We went back to the movie but I could tell my boy was bothered by something. And he didn't say thank-you. Finally I asked him.

"What's the matter boy? Something bothering you?"

And when I asked this I realized that I would not have asked him such a question just a few months ago.

"Master, I'm not sure. But I've been thinking a lot since we've been back. A lot about us and me being your slave. And I've come to a few conclusions. I think I LIKE being your slave. But I have to be a REAL slave, not just a pretend one. It's really hard to explain but a pretend one just would not work. And I was thinking even more. This would mean that if you decided so things could even go back to how they were a month ago. Me being in bondage ALL the time practically and nothing else. No books, no school, no movies at night, just sex stuff. But I wouldn't like that. But I was wondering if I would like not being your slave even more. And I decided yes. So it's a paradox. If I'm your slave, then you decide things and I HAVE to go along period. But I like all this new stuff. But I was thinking. I'd rather have NONE of the new stuff if that meant I wasn't a REAL slave anymore."

I was a bit stunned by just what my boy had said. And realized that I was so in love with my slave.

"Boy, why would you give up all this so-called new stuff?"

"Master, it's complicated. Part of the reason, being a REAL slave excites me. And also gets me all horny. And makes our sex so great. And a pretend slave thing would not work at all. Also one more thing. YOU like me being your slave, and I want to make you happy besides."

This last my boy said in a small voice.

And I started crying. I don't think I EVER knew anyone that really loved me before.

"OK boy, I promise you this. You are my slave and I will never let you go."

And then I thought some more.

"From now on, I will make sure that you will NEVER be able to leave or escape. I will make sure that your bondage be as full proof as I can make it. Thus at no time will I allow you to be unattached to something by at laest a chain attached to a stanchion. I will make it literally impossible for you to escape me. And it also means that I will have to make sure that you will not be able to send any un-perused messages on the Internet."

"Master, thank-you. I feel much better already."

"I was wondering boy. What brought all this on?"

"Master. A month ago, if I had started speaking to you without first addressing you as master, you would have definitely punished me on the spot. And I was worried about things changing so much that I wasn't really a slave anymore. But there's a paradox there. But you have all the right to NOT punish me right on the spot too."

I almost chuckled as I realized my boy was genuinely worried about this. I then got a perfectly perverse thought. I picked up the heavy cane from the floor without my boy seeing it until the last second as I brought it down on his thighs as hard as I could. My boy howled as loudly as I'd ever heard him and he instantly burst into tears.

He looked at me almost in shock and was having trouble even getting his voice as the pain seemed to even increase as I watched. I suddenly got worried that I had really injured him. He then forced himself to stop crying but I could see it took a major effort. Eventually his emotions quieted down and I could see him thinking a mile a minute. Finally he gave me a half smile.

"Master, it hurts too much for more than a small smile. But thank-you. You have reassured me. I never thought that something could hurt so much. Wow! I won't be walking too good for a couple days I don't think. That one hit was worse than the 50 I've been getting from the small stingy cane you've been using for my vacation punishment. But master may I ask you why?"

"Yes boy. I realized that that swat with it that I excused you from was not in conducive to a good master-slave relationship. You MUST be punished when you disobey or make a mistake. You want to be a real slave and I agree. I will then also be a real master."

I picked up my boy and held him tight. And my one main unexpressed fear seemed to mostly go away. I was worried that when my boy got a lot older would I be as interested in having sex with him. When its someone you have fallen in love with – real love – it don't matter. And I suddenly realized that I wanted to marry my boy. I started quietly crying as I held him even tighter. I made a resolution right then that tonight and tomorrow I would make one of the most memorable days of sex my boy will have ever have had. I was also already thinking of some new bondage situations.

"Slave boy, I love you. You will be my slave boy forever."

"Master. I love you too. I will be your slave forever."

The End