Dirt

Jawhar
Consensual Slaveboy

A BoyToys, Inc Universe story

Location: Bundus III

Chapter One
Kevin and Toby

Kevin

Kevin was at the very edge of the big park just taking in the beauty of the forest before him. He had always known that he was somewhat different. Just several weeks from his 16th birthday, Kevin realized that he was way different from his brother who was two years older – his brother, whose every other comment had to do either with sports or girls. So, even if his brother Ben had not just been shipped off half way across the country working his summer with the Federal Parks Task Force, this was something with which Kevin could not have confided in him. And he was surely different from his classmates for almost the same reason. First of all he was the absolutely smallest kid in his class, many being a good head taller, and still having not experienced any so-called growth spurt like just about everyone else. And it was only recently that he even started realizing how come they were also all crazy about girls – or in the case of a few of them, crazy about boys. Just a few months ago Kevin had become pretty certain that he was most likely gay himself, even though he was just starting to go through puberty. But even his few gay friends seemed just different somehow. And try as he might he simply could not figure out exactly why. He just knew he was somehow …well, just different.

Heck, Kevin was still just as small as his Dad's slave boy, Toby, who had been long ago modified to stay at a prepubescent and small 14. Just the other day he had stood alongside his Dad's slave boy – both naked – in front of the 360-holo imager. And except for the fact that the slave was brown with more ethnically non-white features, the two boys were quite similar in height, body shape, and to Kevin's frustration, lack of mature genitals.

"Damn Toby, I'm still as small as you! And I'm two years older."

Toby snickered: "I think my peepee is actually bigger! And definitely I'm so much cuter!" Toby's 'peepee' was in fact almost identical in size, sticking out perpendicularly about 4 inches [10 cm] when fully hard. And Kevin did have reason for complaint as he barely stood at a diminutive five feet two [1.60 m].

Kevin slugged his housemate in mock anger. Toby just laughed louder. Kevin then reached down to touch his friend's genitals and suddenly stopped, quite appalled at himself. "Oh, Toby! I'm so sorry. I almost got you really punished."

Toby in fact smiled at the near minor catastrophe. "Not to get all upset Kev. My master would not have given me more than 10 swipes or so since he'd have known that I didn't invite your touching me."

Toby's master of course was Kevin's step-Dad. And Toby was in fact, almost 13 years older chronologically than Kevin. Toby had been purchased by Kevin's Dad well before acquiring Kevin and his brother Ben by way of the State's foster program. Of course being a slave, if any rule is violated, regardless the reason, the slave must be punished. And allowing anyone but his master, including himself, to touch his special boy sex parts was quite a big no-no. They were the absolute possessions of his master. Of course Toby would have merely experienced a great increase in sexual stimulation which would have resulted in more sexual frustration than much else since his master almost always kept him in chastity tube and butt plug – both designed to keep the boy 'ready' at all times for his master's use.

Kevin had merely stooped down to get a closer look at the slave's chastity devices, for some unrecognized reason, having just recently become quite enthralled with all of the slave's attachments and occasional restraining devices. He had always been mildly interested in the slave's harnesses and other accoutrements but strangely they seemed to have recently taken on a new kind of allure.

Looking very closely at the small knob exiting the boy's brown butt hole, Kevin asked: "Do you like that thing in you?"

Kevin had long since asked his friend about how all those things felt or if they hurt but for some reason this was the first time he had wondered about whether the boy LIKED having his various attachments.

"I told you lots of times. It makes me feel real sexy. But you never seemed to understand."

A couple days later, Kevin felt himself suddenly captivated with thoughts about his Dad's slave boy, and all the sex stuff his Dad did with him as if he had never really understood before, especially recently. And just last night everything seemed to become absolutely so much more urgent. As Kevin now sat contemplating how his feelings had so suddenly escalated he was musing about that incident where he had almost touched the slave's genitals, and several other incidents. And he started reviewing how he felt somehow different from just about every other boy he knew. For one thing he also LIKED his classes – even his Math class. So he was different that way too. But there was still something more important. Sure he realized that he liked boys. But it seemed that that was not what seemed so 'different.' It was as if part of him thought, and more importantly reacted differently to almost everything. But for so long, at least over the past year as he had come to recognize that at least something was different, he could never really understand exactly why, or even what. And right now he was desperate to figure it out. Especially after what had just happened last night.

Yesterday Kevin had been home as usual after school, and his Dad's slave boy, Toby, was there also as usual waiting for him; and Toby asked Kevin if he could help him with his after-school studies. Of course Toby had an ulterior motive in his considerate offer. Always scrupulous in doing his duties being a slave, he was still a boy – even if a perpetual 14 year old boy. And he knew that just as soon as Kevin finished they could play together for the remainder of the afternoon since it was one of his master's 'long' days. Just so long as he had his master's dinner ready when he came home from that very same school Kevin went to. (Kevin's Dad was a teacher there).

But as often as not Kevin declined – he was quite capable of getting on the school network and finishing what he had not completed at school. After all he had been there all morning. (He was glad he was in the morning group instead of the afternoon group). But suddenly, as his Dad's very naked brown slave boy was moving away, something struck him and excited him in a way he'd never experienced before. And it was not the boy's pert butt with that slight wiggle, or even that inviting butt crack promising its hidden treasure, and it was not even the boy's cute and visible prepubescent genitals presently standing at attention in its usual, but this time transparent, chastity tube. Those attributes he had already known he was quite attracted to, although truth be told he was even more excited seeing the naked bodies of full grown males, with their beautiful sleek muscles and humongous cocks. Just the idea of having a full grown penis shoved into his tight butt hole excited him no end. But that was not it either. And even though the fact that Toby was NAKED had frequently aroused Kevin, that still wasn't all of it either. Just a small part of it. And Kevin was confused. But a good confused. This whole thing was just totally and unexpectedly engaging his interest. But he had to get his school work done, and although his step-dad had never used physical discipline on him as he frequently used on Toby, his punishments were even worse. Like not being allowed to use his new Mark XX holo game array. Or not being allowed to go outside to play some air soccer with his neighborhood friends. Or even not being allowed to go play with Toby in some more private undertaking. (Toby was great at 'almost' but not quite getting them both into trouble – he had so many great ideas for having fun).

So Kevin went into the study to use the link-up to the WSI Net on the home com to gather information on his current history assignment – one of his least liked subjects. And he was not about to get Toby to actually do this one assignment for him like the last time. It was he who then had to wait on Toby (his punishment) and a Toby who had trouble sitting for a day or two (Toby's punishment). And as he thought about it later he actually felt worse about getting Toby punished than himself – and he couldn't understand why his Dad was surprised when he had offered to take Toby's butt paddling in his stead. Strangely Toby didn't seem to be all that repentant nor did he even blame Kevin for anything. Toby had even giggled right after he let out a moan as he sat down on that special foam cushion. Kevin never could figure that out – why Toby had reacted that way, but he put it down to the fact that Toby was a slave boy and slaves just thought different about some things.

It was later, when Kevin was looking at some of the information about the ratification and intent of the Indenture, Consensual, and Non-Consensual Slavery Laws of the Aligned Nations of 621 AF, when something had so captivated his interest. And especially later as he saw holos about how the BoyToy, Inc. labs modified special boys to become special slaves, just like they had done to Toby, when he started to get all excited again. And not just thinking excited, but even sex excited. As he then watched all those data stream holos actually showing how some of the slaves were put into their obedience collars and conditioned to submit to their masters, Kevin realized that it was getting him so sexually aroused. He suddenly couldn't stop watching data stream after data stream on all facets of a slave's life or more especially how the slave was sometimes physically altered, disciplined, and trained.

"Holy shit. Is something wrong with me?" He mused as he was rubbing his stiffened penis through his clothes. He had NEVER felt this way before, even when he masturbated. This whole new feeling was a billion times stronger. (Ok so Kevin exaggerated sometimes). What most disturbed Kevin now – though it was more of a questioning kind of disturbance rather than an oh-shit kind – and thrilled him at the same time, was the fact that he got so excited, a type of excitement which he didn't quite understand, when he saw all those naked and near naked bodies of those slave boys. But it was even more than that. Kevin had understood for a while now that he much preferred boys to girls. That in fact he ONLY wanted to be with boys that way. But suddenly, after seeing those data stream holos of boys being put into slavery, and being modified, trained, and disciplined, …well his penis became hard as a dearth-force-crystal. He had long ago learned that he could derive a great physical pleasure by rubbing his erect penis like his older brother showed him last year. But this time it seemed significantly different. This kind of feeling he'd never felt before. It was like an urgency, something that engaged his entire attention and put it into his groin area.

Kevin went back to the home com searching again the WSI Network. And soon discovered what it was all about. DAH! He'd already known intellectually what sexual arousal was all about but this was so different. Something so different then just being sort of excited. And this time, looking at those incredible holos of slaves all over again, he came with amazingly strong waves of pleasure emanating from his groin and running over him out of control. And this time some liquid escaped his penis. Not any semen yet, but after all his reading, he realized that it was just a matter of a short while before he would advance into true sexual teen-hood. And about time. He was elated and excited. But in the background of all of this were those strange thoughts which so definitely linked in his own mind the things those slaves had to endure, with his own mounting sexual excitement. And though not exactly scared, it made him wonder. Was he then so different from most other people? Did other people have similar responses to seeing slaves being forced to do slave things? He thought not. But then why did HE react this way? Maybe he could ask the one person whom he could ask anything – Toby! Even though Toby looked like a 14 year old boy and mostly acted like one, he was actually quite old. Kevin thought he must be at least almost 30 by now even though he still looked almost as young as Kevin himself. (Since they only celebrated Toby's Slave Induction Day, and not his birthday, he wasn't quite sure of Toby's exact age). And he knew everything. At least about this stuff.

Excitedly Kevin ran into the kitchen yelling for his step-Dad's slave boy: "Hey Toby…"

Gleb Andropov

Gleb Andropov was in a real bind. He had greatly overextended himself and he had a big payment coming up on his estate mortgage. He had re-mortgaged his house and grounds quite a few years ago in order to do the one thing he'd always dreamed about but had never believed would be possible. He had won a portion of the National Lottery – albeit a small one – and since it was still not quite enough to purchase his one dream, he mortgaged his home expecting his steadily increasing income would continue. But it did not. Changes in administrations had him lose his university position and he was forced to take a job in the government run children's school – the very one his children now attended. And although he still enjoyed that – and even had the added perk of seeing all those cute boys – he now was in financial trouble. And to just add one more difficulty, the annual tax on Class Three slaves had even increased.

Gleb Andropov now had only one real major asset which he was adamantly determined to save at all costs. It was the dream he'd mortgaged his future on: a BoyToy modified sex slave named Toby. The boy was a perpetually cute 14 year old prepubescent boy of some brownish racial mix pedigree. His generally rounded and smallish facial features could not be specifically categorized as to any one nationality, except that to him they were perfect, and blossomed with the boy's smile – when not gagged and muzzled. Although the boy's exact heritage was unknown, one thing was known, his slim barely muscled brown body, along with his small genitals with his slim 4 inch [10 cm] penis, and markedly darkened anal ring was to Andropov, perfection.

Toby had been raised in a integrated both-sex sex brothel having been born to one of their class three slave workers who's medical procedure to preclude pregnancy, had somehow been overlooked. And the owner had caved into the huge pressure of his slave 'work force' pleading with him to allow the birth. He had relented and had never regretted his decision. The boy, during the first 7 years of his life, was the most spoiled slave boy in the country. But at age seven, by law, he was required to give the boy his full medical and body scan and enroll him in the state's slave registry. Fortunately the boy was so good with his male guests, he was subsequently allowed to have almost the run of the boy brothel side of his resort. But at age 14, due to the resort's severe financial reverses, the boy had been sold to BoyToys, Inc. when it was discovered that the boy had just the right genetic background to benefit from their modification labs. The boy was judged to be a perfect candidate for their quite remunerative personal slave boy program. And the boy was soon modified to make the perfect subservient slave boy.

And for Gleb, just coming home and being greeted by his ever smiling and exuberant slave boy was enough to make even the harshest of his days, into a joyous memory. Ever since Gleb had seen the advertisements by BoyToys, Inc. way back when he was a teen, for providing personalized boy slaves, he knew that if he could ever afford one, that was what he wanted. And then a small miracle in the guise of the National Lottery made his dream come true.

But now what? He had both a slave boy and two foster children to take care of. And although his oldest boy, Ben, was currently away actually earning his own living and being trained for his future employment, Kevin was still just 15. Or was it 16 already? Well he was pretty sure that Kevin would be 16 in several weeks. Even if he still looked perhaps even younger than his own slave boy. And he was a great kid who deserved no more sorrow in his young life. First his parents, killed when he was barely able to know them, and now really missing his brother, even if that had been inevitable. He knew that Kevin was somewhat of a loner, and brooded about things, a strange boy who possibly tried to understand about things sometimes even more than most of his former university students. He was sure that Kevin would become a well adjusted adult some day, but he just had to make sure Kevin could get there.

And Gleb had one additional responsibility – to make sure he could keep his slave boy happy. And DAMN that was another thing he'd forgotten, the annual slave tax.

As he arrived home, Gleb was absolutely astonished that Toby was not kneeling at the threshold giving him his proper obeisance. He was suddenly in a panic. He could only think of one reason. And he prayed he was wrong. The thought that Toby could be sick or somehow incapacitated ran through his gut like a rusted sword. He ran through the house yelling for his slave.

"Toby! Toby!… Kevin, you know where Toby is?"

Gleb was momentarily relieved when he heard both boys responding, both seemingly alright. Toby came running with a look of anguish on his face, skidded to a halt and knelt before his master. It was automatically understood that he was in full 'slave mode' until his master said otherwise. Though a formality, it was one he carefully obeyed. Until now. The only other time he had not greeted his master such, was when he had broken his leg and had passed out from the pain.

Toby bowed formally and remained silent, even if shaking from remorse. He was not afraid of his master's response, but he WAS hoping that his master would really give him a true whupping so that he could assuage his guilty conscience. His master was the best master on the entire planet and he was determined to be the very best slave boy there was. If he had anything critical to think about his master's conduct at all was that his master was sometimes remiss in disciplining him satisfactorily. Something which had become a real problem several years before.

Toby

It had only been a couple years ago when Toby had started feeling somehow 'wrong' – as if something was missing – thus prompting his master to finally bring him to the slave psychologist. And his master was surprised to discover that there was nothing 'wrong' with his slave boy after all. Toby had been so bereft thinking that he had been failing his master somehow. But instead the doctor had berated his own master.

I was remembering the last time I felt bad. Even much worse then now. It was more than two years and one month ago. We were at the slave docs – the special head doctor – and I was feeling really sad and I couldn't figure out just why. My master tried to order me to be happy but it didn't work. So I was hoping that the slave doc could figure out what I've been doing wrong. How come I couldn't seem to please my master any more. I was crying as I was telling the doctor all this stuff. And my master also told him about what was happening. I was sure surprised when the doctor said it was not my fault. Instead the doc turned toward my master.

"This is your fault, you know, Gleb."

"My fault? But I love my slave dearly. I would never do anything to harm him."

"Maybe not intentionally but nonetheless you have. Let me ask you a question. When was the last time Gleb, that your slave did not respond exactly as you had commanded?"

"Well, Toby is an exceptionally good slave boy. I can't REMEMBER when. It has to be months ago."

I was properly kneeling at my master's feet when the doctor turned toward me. "And boy, what is YOUR best recollection? When was the very last time that you failed your master even if in a minor way?"

I tried to search my memory. It was just that very morning when I was serving my master his breakfast. I had been thinking about the little excursion Ben and I were to take that day to the slave day challenge games – which I so much anticipated – and I had even gotten out my new salve harness and leash. And I spilled some of my master's coffee into his saucer. My master raised an eyebrow but then did or said nothing. I was expecting at least a minor reprimand or even better a real slap with the discipline tawse on my bottom – but nothing. And so I related this to the doctor.

The doctor then turned back to my master. "There, that's exactly what is wrong. Gleb, your boy here is a SLAVE. And he has been conditioned to BE a slave. You can not start treating him like your son, or just your sex partner. It is your responsibility to be his master. Just as it his responsibility to obey and submit to you totally. Sure love him. But love him properly! He is your slave and you actually harm him if you start treating him differently."

I was already starting to feel better. I wasn't even quite sure what was wrong with me myself. Until the doctor said that. My master seemed appalled.

My master exclaimed as he now looked at me. "Oh damn it all to the Third Stage of Darkness. I never realized."

My master looked at me with a look of distress. The doc continued with his questions. "Toby my boy. Have there been other instances like this?"

I wracked my brain and could remember about a dozen minor infractions over the past several months. Things I never though about very much but just had this kind of knotted disquiet hit my gut when they happened and my master just let them go. There was even a more serious misdemeanor when I forgot to put out my master's better cloak for that teacher's meeting. And another when I felt too tired to really squeeze my butt muscles good when my master was using my rear hole for his sexual enjoyment, and then didn't clean him up very well afterwards. My master didn't seem to realize anything had happened and when I tried to confess my shortcomings my master just ignored me. I had felt hurt somehow at the time.

The doctor looked at me and asked further. "Boy, when was the last time your master punished you?"

Well he had really thrashed my bottom the other night but that was just normal sex stuff. And he had put me into that bag with all those horrible electro things, but that too was fun and not really punishment. I had to go all the way back to three months before when my master took off all my neat bondage things, even my ankle and wrist cuffs and put me into the punishment booth. This was a small bare room about 3 feet [90 cm] square. I HATED it. I'd rather have been flogged for an hour than spend the same time in that room doing nothing! But REAL punishment like that was only for REAL bad things. Like deliberately doing something my master never gave me permission to do. Or even worse, not obeying a command and needing a second order.

So I related all that to the doctor.

He then addressed both of us. "Look. There should be two types of punishment. Direct disobedience or egregious failure to follow instructions or established rules, deserve real punishment. Something that the slave definitely DOES NOT like. Such as that punishment booth that was mentioned. Very effective for most conditioned personal slaves. But even more important, because the occasions are much more frequent, are the small things like being distracted, or simply not performing to standard. Even things NOT in the slave's control, still need to be addressed and usually punished. Like say your slave was shoved into you by someone in the crowd. He was not responsible for the occurrence yet he is a slave and thus MUST take responsibility nonetheless. And for these latter things the punishment should entail things that the slave is conditioned to enjoy. It is at the very base of the master-slave relationship.

I perked up at hearing this. I realized I DID miss being spanked, or flogged, and especially being put into severe bondage restraints, even those which had nasty pain things attached.

At the end of that very first visit, the doctor had me recount all my failings over the last several months as best as I could remember them and they were enumerated. And I was to be given various punishments for every one of them starting right then. The doctor provided a slender supple cane that stung more than penetrated and I got twenty whacks. My brown bottom can get red, it just takes a bit more effort. And those whacks which hit just below my bottom for some reason even hurts more. I was crying by the third and was screaming by the tenth even though I tried not to especially because the stripes started crossing ones already there. After the twentieth, when I recovered from the pain that is, I was smiling again. I knew my master really loved me and was doing his best to help me get better. I made a formal bow to the doctor really thankful that I now knew what had me so down these past few weeks.

We talked about a lot of these things over the next couple of visits to the slave psychologist and I finally got back to my usual happy self. Even if I had more trouble sitting down again. And my master never forgot that lesson. And I can surely prove it.

And then the doc asked to question me without my master being there. I thought that was really weird, but at the end of the last session the doctor said he had to speak with me alone. My master gave permission and I knelt at attention as the doctor asked me about how I was doing and all about how I was reacting to what my master did to me and even all kinds of sex stuff.

"So boy, does you master let you out of your genital chastity device when you two have sex?"

"Only sometimes sir. When I've been especially good. Or sometimes when he really tortures me good right before the sex part. I really like it then."

And the doctor also had me describe some of what we did together. I thought it would be embarrassing but it was actually a happy feeling I got as I described some of the neat torture stuff and the following sex stuff.

I started describing the new force-field torture frame where my master can put me into any position he wants. "When it opens my upper legs real wide I seem to just automatically go all 'un-struggley' just waiting for what happens next. My master likes to get me upside down with my sex parts and butt hole facing up. It feels really good-type strange when all the fields are turned on like every part of me is held tight. I never know if the next thing I will feel will hurt or feel good. Sometimes it's even both."

I kept explaining and I think the doctor just let me go on since he could see that I was really excited telling him all this. Eventually he got the talk back to the actual sex stuff.

"And can you have an orgasm with the genital chastity device on?"

"Sure. But I call them butt-'gasms. They feel a lot different. Not as climaxy but they last much longer. In fact most the whole time my master is plowing my butt, and the harder he plows, the better the feeling. And that is what sometimes causes trouble. If I get too caught up in my own pleasure I can forget to use my butt muscles on his penis and I need to get punished. They really feel great but the feeling comes from my butt and not my penis area."

(Many personal slave boys had been so modified to experience pleasure from their butts when so used, and even when their genitals were in severe chastity. But unlike some, Toby, with only a slight disposition toward masochism, had not been modified to enjoy the actual moments of serious pain).

Then the doctor asked more questions about specific tortures and how I liked them. Or didn't like them.

"And then there are the times he used the needles. He doesn't do that often because of all the stuff he has to do to get us ready. But those needles REALLY hurt. Especially the ones in my toes and fingers. Sometimes he even puts them through my little penis. Wow does THAT hurt. I scream quite a lot. He sometimes has to spray my throat so I can keep screaming loud."

"And do you like when he does that? Does it excite you? Or make you feel good? Do you ever orgasm as he is torturing you?"

"I don't know how to answer. It's strange and complicated. I hate the pain but like being tortured. Does that make sense? Pain hurts you know. But it somehow seems good when my master disciplines me or tortures me for our sex sessions. But most of all I liked pleasing my master so much that the pain doesn't matter."

"So you are not a pure masochist. You've just been conditioned to please your master."

I tried to make sense of it all. And realized that that wasn't exactly correct either.

"Sort of I think sir. I sort of LIKE being tortured but not the actual pain part, but just because I know my master likes to make me hurt and scream and cry. But no, I never orgasm during torture. It's afterwards when I really orgasm good – that is when my master allows. And I think I NEED the discipline stuff. Like it's necessary to make myself feel like a good slave. And that's what I was trying to say. Most of all I LIKE being a SLAVE. I NEED to be a slave, and so all the other stuff just helps make me FEEL LIKE A SLAVE. I don't like the pain, but I enjoy my master torturing me because I am the slave and that's what I am for. Pleasing my master. So its kind of mixed."

"Good. And you are not so very different from most personal slave boys. Most are not extreme masochist, who NEED the pain itself. You do not. But here's what I'd like you to do. And I have already talked to your master about it. You are doing very well now, but if you should start feeling bad again let your master know. He, I am sure, will try to correct things. And I told him that you should be getting daily punishments even if minimal. And I was just wondering. Do you ever do anything which you know will get you punished?"

I sort of blushed. "Well, nothing really bad, but yes. Sometimes I deliberately do something wrong or not perfect."

"And do you know why you do this?"

"Well, sort of. I like the attention my master gives me."

"Well boy. From what I can see you are a very well adjusted slave boy. Your predisposition toward slavery and subsequent modification has conditioned you well. And I am very glad to see you happy again."

And I was so happy to be happy again.

"Doctor, may I ask a question please?"

"Sure boy. What is on your mind?"

"Sometimes people ask me about being a slave. Like they think its terrible that it was done to me. And I don't understand really why. I mean most the time I think I'm a happier person then they are. Besides, I've never been anything other than a slave. And just thinking about losing my master is the only thing which really bothers me."

"Boy, just two things. The human mind is a very complex thing. You do realize boy that you are quite the exception. Most people could never be happy being a slave, nor even conditioned properly to it unless they were already predisposed for it. Just tell them that you are happy and leave it at that. You can't make some people understand what is not in their natures to understand."

Then the doctor said a strange thing that I am still trying to understand. He sort of murmured when I was leaving. "Damn, to be 14 again with only simple worries."

But that was a couple years ago. Now I was really in trouble. And I didn't really care about the punishment itself. Only that I had done something deserving of a real punishment.

Gleb Andropov

Gleb looked down at his boy and then up at his own son. He was surprised to see that his son had also been crying. There was something really wrong here. All thoughts about money vanished from his mind. This was more important. As for Kevin, it felt like he was his actual boy, even if he had been given to him by the state when he was just 6 years old. His other son, Ben, had been 8, and had a harder time accepting him as his father, but Kevin started cuddling in his lap right away. He was a much more emotional boy and even now he heard from his teachers at school that he was apt to laugh or cry at the slightest provocation.

He remembered what the boy's math teacher had once said. "Kevin feels things with large emotions Gleb. Don't worry about his crying so easy, it will just take your boy longer to get that control over his emotions. He's already so embarrassed at school when it happens."

But Kevin was all boy, just different. Like he himself was different. Some people even today didn't like the idea of conditioning a boy to be a man's slave. But it was actually good for both people. And he knew he shouldn't really have favorites, but next to his slave – which was a different relationship altogether – Kevin was someone very special to him.

At first Gleb had been a little angry at the law which required anyone with a sufficient income and a sufficient character rating to be a parent, and could be penalized by extra taxes if they didn't take in a foster child. And those kids with the right predispositions and not able to find foster parents within a year were then Indentured for up to 12 years to help defray the cost of running the State Child Care Programs. So when he was issued with a summons to appear in Children's Disposition Court, and subsequently discovered that he was chosen as a foster parent, he went to the State Home just to see what would happen. He already had his special slave boy and thought he didn't need any further complications in his life. So at first he was figuring on just paying the tax penalty and be done with it. But then he met little Kevin and it was like they were made for each other. And he probably shocked his own slave boy when he asked him if they should take home a kid.

"Master, I have difficulty telling you what we might have for dinner without your suggestions. How can I answer this? But if you do decide to foster a boy, I promise to be just as good a slave for him as I am for you."

That was all Gleb needed to hear. But there was a complication, he discovered, when he was processing the boy's change in status. He had been so frustrated with all the bureaucratic process – it seemed that it would take two entire days for him to be investigated to see if he would be a good parent for little Kevin – that he at first failed to see that Kevin had an older brother. He couldn't possible even think about separating the two boys. And Ben, Kevin's older brother, was an entirely different boy. Very shy at first but very outgoing when he got to know you. And a very sad boy. He had been very close to his father. But fortunately time helps heal even deep sorrows and Ben gradually blossomed. On the other hand Kevin seemed to actually withdraw over the years. Where his brother had a million friends, Kevin had very few. Where Ben had girlfriend after girlfriend, Kevin never even spoke about girls. Of course he was still young yet and so late in his physical development. But Gleb was just recently starting to realize that his own Toby was becoming more Kevin's friend recently then Kevin's own school buddies. And he had to be careful to balance his time with his own slave with Kevin's need to be with him. And now there seemed to be another apparently serious complication.

Gleb was determined not to force either his slave or his son to open up about what seemed to be bothering Kevin, but to allow them both know that he was there for them. He looked down at his shaking slave boy.

"Toby, please sit at the table and stop being so fearful. I know you failed in your slave protocol but I think there is other more important things going on here."

Toby was somewhat relieved even though he knew he needed to get punished for his failure even if there was a good reason for it. But just to realize that his master KNEW there were extenuating circumstances helped a great deal. He also knew that he was no longer in formal slave mode by his master's order so he merely said "Yes sir," and sat. He looked over at Kevin and smiled, thinking about their last conversation. He was wondering how his master was going to react. His master always maintained that some boys were meant to be slaves.

His master sat also right next to Kevin and held him tight. Kevin recently had not liked it when his dad hugged him in front of others but this time was very different.

Kevin

Kevin was feeling so mixed up and frightened and exhilarated all at the same time he didn't quite know what to think, or how to feel. But his talk with Toby had been quite helpful. He was finally starting to understand himself and what some of his feelings might mean. He was afraid about how his dad was going to react, but even more he was afraid of what he was feeling regarding his father's slave boy. But when his dad hugged him this time he felt like he really needed that hug right now. And he thought he knew what he should do if only his dad would agree.

"Ok pup, what's the matter?"

"Nothing really Dad. Just I had things I had to think about and… Well… I don't know how to talk about it." It seemed so complicated. Why couldn't he just be normal like everyone else? Just discover that he liked boys… or girls… or even both? Just something normal?

Kevin was suddenly loosing all his resolve. The more he thought about what he thought he figured out, the more he was totally unsure all over again. And he was scared. His Dad looked at him and then over to Toby. Toby was his usually respectful self. And around his Dad Toby acted much more like a slave, then when he was around just Kevin. And that was a bit strange because around his older brother, Toby had been even more 'slave-y' – Kevin couldn't think of a word for it, just that he was more slave and less boy at those times. But with him they just seemed to become real good buddies especially over the last year or so. Toby said he thought he knew why he acted different around Kevin than anyone else. And that seemed to confirm just what had so struck Kevin when he suddenly started to understand how he was feeling. That he was in fact identifying with Toby.

Toby

It was now Toby who spoke up. Unless in slave mode, he did not need permission to speak. Only an emergency would allow the boy to speak without permission while in slave mode.

"Master, I think Kevin is just scared. I already have his permission to talk about what is happening." Toby always deferred to others so long as it didn't interfere with his duties to his master, but he wanted Kevin to have a chance to stop him from making his revelation if he wanted. He glanced at Kevin as he said this, and was happy to see Kevin sort of give the ok.

Gleb

Now that he knew there was no actual calamity occurring, and that whatever had happened to keep his slave from following proper slave protocol, Gleb decided there was no emergency. And thus he chose first to resolve the situation with his slave.

"Kevin, how about if you go back to the kitchen a moment and make sure that our dinner is not burning while I settle things with Toby?"

Kevin sighed, realizing he had a short reprieve. He hoped also that Toby was not in too much trouble. And that he could eventually get the courage to explain what he had just been going through. "Ok Dad." And he split.

Gleb looked with great fondness at his special boy. And sort of chuckled as his special boy gave him that I-am-still-trying-to-be-your-good-slave-boy look. "Boy, present yourself."

Toby felt much more secure in following slave protocol under these circumstances. He quickly knelt with his hands held behind his back as if his wrist cuffs were connected. He held his body upright with his head slightly lowered.

"Look at me boy."

Toby did so. He was feeling good again. He knew that his master would punish him and then they could go on from there.

"I want you to tell me why you were not on your knees greeting me when I arrived home."

"Master. Please forgive me. But Kevin was quite distraught over something he thought he'd just discovered about himself sir. He was all excited one moment then crying the next. And he's afraid to tell you. But he needed to ask me stuff and it was so important, so with that happening and trying to get dinner ready I just didn't pay enough attention to feel for my cuff monitor alerting me to the fact that you were approaching home. Please forgive me master."

Toby was wearing the new wrist and ankle cuffs his master had given to him on his last Slave Induction Day celebration. And the new wrist cuff had a small internal com.

Gleb was surprised that his slave said all that but not what the original problem was which had his son so upset, or excited. Or so frightened to talk to his own father about. He decided not to pressure his slave in saying what it was. He would hope to get that from his son.

"Boy, you have failed in your duties so you must be punished. Tonight you will not remove your chastity tube. Also you will prepare yourself for two hours in the punishment cage while I try to sort out things with Kevin. Do you have any questions?"

"Master. Shall I bring you the punishment plugs also?"

Gleb thought about that. The new punishment cage could be configured in several ways for different degrees of passive torture. But he sometimes used special punishment mouth and butt-hole plugs which could exert varying degrees of force on the boy's openings and could even be used to anchor his slave in place. But his boy actually liked the plugs, so long as he didn't add the punishment spikes. (They were already in fact short nubs which were more uncomfortable than painful). But this time the offence was substantial enough that he decided to use the spikes. He almost started to answer when he heard his son come back into the room. One look at his son's distraught look and he reconsidered. Perhaps there were some very extenuating circumstances.

Gleb addressed his slave: "Slave. I need you to explain something. You have never failed in this way before. So therefore I must wonder what such extraordinary event caused you to be so distracted from your duties?"

Kevin looked at Toby with a look of fear. But made no move to interfere. When his Dad was dealing with his slave in slave mode he rarely interfered. Toby didn't look at anyone but his master. Gleb looked at his son and wondered what had been so remarkable.

Gleb reconsidered. "Slave, no need to answer that. I can see without any answer that something extraordinary was going on and I know you very well. Your being remiss in your duty had something to do with your desire to help my son. But of course you must be punished, so after dinner I need you to bring me your punishment plugs and you will be put you into your cage." He had reconsidered the use of the spikes.

"Yes master." Toby was now smiling again.

Gleb decided to use the top central anchoring point of the cage to hold his boy's butt plug while fixing his wrist and ankle cuffs to the four bottom corners. It would get his slave in the mood for some extensive pre-sex torture as a bonus.

"Good. Now go see to dinner."

Toby started to leave but Gleb pulled his cute naked boy to him. He couldn't help but fondle the boy's small brown genitals as he wrapped his boy into his arms. He heard his son snickering. He didn't care. Seeing a little affection between a sex slave and his master contributed to his son's proper education. Of course Toby squealed as was his normal reaction. "Thank you boy for helping my son."

Toby reveled in his master's praise. He was quite content. And he decided that he'd bring the spikes with his usual punishment plugs. It was still within the parameters of his master's directive since they could easily be considered part of the plugs. And two hours would be just right for getting him into a good sexy disposition. He was determined to make sure his master had a great evening of sex. Even if he had to keep his penis tube on all night. There was a loud slap on his butt as he didn't quite evade his master's hand in his hurry to get back to the kitchen. His sandals skidded on the polished stone tiles as he looked back a good smile at his master, and felt his slim penis trying to expand again against the small confines of its chastity tube.

Gleb now brought his attention to his son, and tried to calm him down. "Look boy you know I love you as my own son. And unlike your unruly brother you only get into trouble weekly instead of daily. So whatever has caused all of this drama please know that the worst I'll do is sell you into slavery."

Gleb thought he was disarming the situation by making light of it, but his son suddenly went rigid in his arms. And he added one plus one and came up with three. Whatever was his son's problem it had to do with his slave. Or so he thought.

Kevin for a split second took his dad seriously which just showed how his thinking had been so mixed up. But he couldn't stop himself from gasping as his Dad mentioned the very thing which was so much on his mind.

But his Dad only added the numbers to three because he was missing one important piece of information and thus did not get to four. He let go of his squirming son and inquired: "You're having trouble somehow with Toby?"

"Oh Dad, of course not. He and I are best friends. He was just trying to help answer some of my questions. It's about me Dad. But it's hard to talk about."

Now Gleb was really stumped. He thought for sure it had something to do with his slave. For a moment he wondered if his son was having sudden girl trouble. He thought his son might be just at that right age, but then he started remembering that no mention of any girl had even escaped his son's lips. So maybe his son was having boy trouble. That would make more sense. But he was gay and also liked boys so he'd thought his son would have no real trouble coming to him about this. Of course Toby was more his son's age – so to speak.

"Ok Kevin, no matter what you are struggling with son, you know I love you and only want you to be happy. If you like we can talk about this after dinner, or whenever you might feel able please come to me. I promise I won't pressure you. But listen up. No matter what it is, I only want you to be happy. Now let's get our dinner."

Quite a number of years ago Gleb had changed the protocol for his slave boy at the dinner table when his foster sons had come to live with him. There was then a need to sit around a table where he could socialize with his boys who at that time were not too sure what to make of his slave boy, another person seemingly also just a boy like themselves but a slave who ran about naked. But instead of using the more formal slave-master protocol when eating, he decided it best to allow his slave boy to just sit at the same table and eat with the rest of them, after he had brought the food to the table and had served his master. First of all he did not want to have the boys think that Toby was THEIR slave even if he performed services for them from time to time. And he also wanted a more normal socialization of all four of them when they ate together.

Back then, although both boys were aware that slaves existed, they had very little actual experience with one. The first time his oldest son Ben, who was 8 years old at the time, was introduced to Toby he had been frightened to death.

The naked slave boy greeted his master as usual when his master first brought his two sons home, and had just finished with the final touches to the new house module which had been hastily added to accommodate the suddenly enlarged family. But while Gleb was merely pleased and intent on introducing his special boy, the new boys themselves were agog seeing a naked brown boy, several years older then themselves, kneeling just inside the door. The boy's slave collar was quite enough to declare his status even if he hadn't been naked.

Kevin, making fewer inferences, just asked: "Wow, who's that? And how come he's got no clothes on?"

But it was Ben who understood the full implication of the slave collar around the boy's neck and the usual slave wrist and ankle cuffs. He'd seen holos of slaves before and suddenly went white and cried out: "We're not goin' to be slaves are we?"

It had not occurred to Gleb that the sight of his slave would have such an effect on the wary boy. He realized belatedly that he had probably seen, or at least had knowledge of, some of his friends from his home put into forced class one Indenture for up to 12 years, the maximum allowed by law.

"NO! You are legally my FREE sons. This is Toby my special sex slave. Please Toby get up and greet my new sons. This boy here staring at you so intently is Kevin, and this guy with his mouth open is Ben."

A quite happy Toby, excited to have other boys living with him, started to kneel again when his master stopped him. "No need to be formal Toby, just say hello."

Toby rose again and stared at Ben as intently as Kevin had stared at him. "Master, how come Ben is afraid of me?"

"Oh boy. Now what?" Gleb thought. He was trying to figure out how to straighten everything out. Kevin just seemed fascinated probably at his slaves naked body rather then the idea that he was a slave. But Ben had been deeply frightened. He was still not quite sure if he should believe his new Dad. How to explain to an 8 year old that an apparent 14 year old boy has been in fact his special slave boy for almost 7 years? And that he and his younger brother were to be his sons and not anyone's slaves?

"Hay Ben, please believe me. Toby might look 14 but he's almost 21 years old. He's just been modified to stay at 14. He's my special sex slave." He looked over to his slave "Right Toby?"

Gleb was hoping that a very positive and happy response from his slave would go a long way. He was relieved when that proved true.

"Yes master." Toby smiled at the two smaller boys. "We've been together forever. Happy to meet you." But then he turned to his master and inquired: "Master, please."

Gleb saw a bit of consternation in his slave's face. "What is it boy?"

"Master shall I remain in formal slave protocol?"

Gleb realized he'd never instructed him on how to conduct himself around his new charges. Complications! "No boy. Just be your normal cheerful self. You will only act formally around them when I specifically tell you to. Or give you such a command."

Toby understood well about being on command. The tone and manner of his master giving a command triggered his obedience collar. In fact he was then unable to do anything but obey. He always was astounded when he felt himself automatically responding. He remembered back when he was being trained. He kept being so fascinated on how his body seemed to work all on its own, he kept pleading to be 'commanded' to do something. And giggled as he seemed to watch his body just doing stuff on its own. His trainer was flabbergasted at this unusual reaction. Most new collared slaves were either scared to death by their automatic response or tried their best to stop from being forced to act against their will. But it was part of the new law that even Indentured slaves had to wear the special obedience collar. And although most owners opted for a collar's forced obedience control to be 'activated' only by a specific 'command' tone or inflection, or even demeanor, a few of them wanted their slaves under total verbal control. But those were only extreme cases, and usually done with slaves who were kept under strict physical control as well and most commonly kept in some kind of physical bondage. Of course he heard that some of the older BoyBots who were totally incapable of ANY action not so verbally directed by their masters, or previously 'pre-wired' into their brain pathways.

Toby smiled his usual amazing smile. "Yes master. Shall I bring their things to their room, master?"

Now Gleb also realized he had another thing to decide. How much of a slave will Toby be to the two boys? For now he decided to compromise. "If you see something you can do and I am here, then please ask me for direction. If I am not here, then just be their friend. You are my slave, not theirs."

Toby was reassured by that, not because he worried about having to do more, but he needed his relationship to his master to be special. "Yes master. Shall I bring their things to their room, master?" Then he laughed at his master's expression.

The boys were quite taken by this dialogue between slave and master. Neither had any real understanding before, that a slave could be so… Well, happy – apparently – and so obviously unconcerned about his status as a slave. Especially Ben who never had conceived that a slave could LIKE being a slave, but Toby seemed so normal. Kevin, a typical 6 year old, now approached Toby and started touching his wrist cuff. "How come you have on those big bracelets? Do they come off?"

Both Toby and Gleb chuckled.

Toby replied: "They're my slave cuffs." He raised his right leg. "See, I have them on my ankles too. And this is my slave collar. The collar never comes off. The cuffs usually stay on all the time since it don't matter if they get wet. But they can come off when my master wants. Like when he puts me in a bag or my transport cage."

Ben was aghast. "You get put in a cage?"

Toby laughed. "Yeah. It's really neat. But usually only when we are traveling somewhere far away. Or for punishment."

And it was Kevin who seemed not at all embarrassed by asking how come Toby's penis stuck out all stiff all the time. "And what's that thing on your 'weenie'? He seemed mesmerized how it swung up and down as Toby moved.

Toby tried his best to explain just what a chastity device was but could not fully make a couple boys understand all the ramifications of how his 'weenie's' was used – or not used – for sex. Fortunately he was rescued when his master intervened.

Gleb realized that this could go on forever. But at least his two new sons seemed to be doing what young boys usually did, make friends with anyone near their age.

"Look boys, how about we all go see where you guys will be sleeping. There is also a separate room with a complete com center with full WSI Net hook-up, and full 360-holo."

The boys were finally distracted form their occupation with a 'stark nekkid' boy in their midst – as little Kevin had exclaimed.

"And yes Toby, you can help with their bags," Gleb answered his slave's original question. "The boys can also help bring some of them over to their room."

So all four marched across the large central courtyard with everyone carrying something – Kevin with his precious hover-com, the very last present from his father, which could go anywhere within hover range of the main com unit to spy out wherever directed. Ben – a good swimmer – showing an uncommon burst of enthusiasm as he noted the heated pool, collided with his brother as he was looking backwards, clambering into the separate bedroom module which had been placed onto its foundation just that morning. It had taken both Gleb and Toby all morning to install the furniture. Both boys were amazed. Their room at the state home was one fifth this size. And there was even an extra com and game room. And the beds were humongous.

Kevin of course was his voluble self and exclaimed as he tested out the bed: "Wow Ben. Look at this! These are those special force thing ones."

Kevin was remarking about the mattresses. They were designed around micro force fields to assure that no matter how a person turns, there were absolutely no pressure spots. Of course, boys being boys, they started bouncing up and down trying to see how high they could get. Showing just a glimpse of his former inquisitive personality, Ben searched for the controls and after amping them up to maximum, had them bouncing on the bed as if it were almost a trampoline. Gleb allowed it to go on for a while, while Toby and he started putting the kids things into their dressing closets. For the first time in years Toby felt a small twinge of unaccustomed modesty as he kept noticing that little Kevin couldn't stop stealing frequent gapes seemingly directed at his bouncing stiff four inch [10 cm] penis, at present only encumbered with a banded-lacework chastity tube. He then smiled at his own reaction and deliberately wiggled his butt as he placed the last of Kevin's belongings into the closet and the adjacent storage wall.

And Gleb was very happy to see that his new sons very quickly adapting to having an actual naked slave boy in their home. He had deliberately removed his boy's sometimes worn outer genital pouch to get the boys accustomed to his slave's total naked body right from the start. And he noted Toby's minor transgression with his little butt wiggle aimed at Kevin. He smiled wondering just how his slave boy would react to the new punishment butt plug he had recently purchased from the catalogue of BoyServices, Inc. The boy's present plug was barely noticeable when the boy stooped or bent over, but this one was quite obvious as a portion of it emerged from the boy's external sphincter with attachment sites for additional 'interesting' adjuncts. Together with a small rod implanted into his boy's perfectly formed brown penis, it could continuously stimulate his boy to the brink of orgasm, only to send a small jolt of pain through his penis and butt to bring him back down.

(His boy was not like some modified slaves and did not respond with orgasm under the onslaught of substantial pain. And even on those occasional times when Gleb was in that certain mood, even during their 'torture sessions' the pain administered was kept to a level where the boy's modified nervous system could easily accommodate it).

And Gleb realized he himself was getting hard thinking about what he would be doing to his special boy's perfect brown butt hole and small genitals later that night. He sighed with contentment thinking that his life was near perfect with his perfect slave, and now two boys whom he was so suddenly realizing had brought a missing element in his life. He wondered when he'd get the first question from the two boys wondering how come there was no Mom. Although most kids were quite well informed these days and he thought that Ben would automatically make the connection that Toby was also his sex partner. It still might occasion an interesting conversation in the near future when the boys felt secure and safe enough to start questioning either himself or his slave boy.

But it was only an hour later, when he was trying to explain to Toby that he would actually be sitting at the dinner table with them, when he ran into his next serious difficulty. His slave started shaking a bit with the new circumstances. That was one thing he was quite aware of, that his slave did not handle change very well especially when it came to him doing something very different from his otherwise normal formal slave-master protocol.

"Yes master, but may I ask a question?" His voice was slightly quivering.

"Certainly Toby," Gleb answered deliberately using the boy's name to emphasize that the boy was not now in any formal situation.

"You mean that I should just speak and talk to them without asking permission first?"

"Of course boy, in fact unless I specifically have you in formal slave mode, please interact with the boys as you would normally do with any other people. Or I better amend that. You do not need to be formal with them at all. Just call them by their first names. As I said before you are MY slave, not theirs. In fact I would hope that all three of you will become friends."

Toby was a bit frightened at what he thought of as a huge change in his life. It was so easy just being his master's slave boy. But if his master commanded, he was definitely going to obey. He would as much as possible look at all this as his master's orders. That being set in his mind brought a little less consternation. It would turn out in fact that it was Toby who had a harder time figuring out just how to interact with the two boys, then the boy's had dealing with their new Dad's slave.

It was during their very first dinner when Ben asked Toby about what 'kind' of slave he was. According to the Indenture, Consensual, and Non-consensual Slavery Laws, a boy, from the age of 6 up to the age of 16, could be put into Indenture (class one slavery) of up to 12 years. This could be a voluntary act if the boy was considered to be past the age of consent, but was most commonly authorized by the boy's legal guardian. There were some other restrictions on this but it had more to do with the psychological disposition of the boy rather than legal details. When the boy ended his Indenture he was then awarded some state Freedom Bonus. In some cases it could be quite substantial. When a citizen reaches the age of 16, he may also then voluntarily opt for Consensual, or Class Two permanent slavery. It was not very common that a previous free citizen would opt for Class Three Slavery, though it did happen. Commonly it happened with older teens or young men in serious trouble with the law or with illegal addictive drugs. Most citizens opting for permanent Class Two Slaves status came from the ranks of these already Indentured. Again, certain rules and restrictions as to what could be forced onto the boy or how he may be modified would be in effect. Then there was Class Three Non-consensual slavery but only a Non-citizen, from one of the two Non-aligned Nations (Cathland or the Oligarchy of Quaraque), or from off world, could be so enslaved. Of course all manner of modifications on these people were permitted, and these slaves 'rights' were almost non-existent.

So although most boys by the time they were Ben's or Kevin's ages knew this theoretically, slaves were just uncommon enough so that most would have never even come in close enough contact with a slave to put their knowledge to practical use. And thus Ben was a little worried when Toby mentioned that he was a Class Three Slave.

Ben persisted in his questions now that he'd overcome his usual reticence around strangers. "Where did you live before Toby? I mean before you lived here?"

Toby automatically looked toward his master out of habit before he remembered he could just answer on his own. "I don't really remember the name of the town nearby but I lived all my life at Ali's Resort and Hotel Complex on the Isle of Ten Pinnacles off the coast of Queensland."

Kevin perked up. "Wow, you lived in an ocean resort? That must have been really neat. Did your mom and dad let you go in the ocean all the time? I mean when you got older?"

Toby almost laughed but stopped realizing it would not be very courteous and even hurt the boy's feelings. "Oh I need to explain. Ali's resort had lots of fancy things for its guests but I lived in their boy brothel from when I was 7 to when I was sold to a place where I was made into a personal slave boy."

Ben was now almost embarrassed himself as he realized just what a boy brothel was. "You mean you were a slave boy from when you were seven? How did you get Indentured?"

Gleb was almost about to answer for his slave who seemed to be at a loss as to how to answer. But his slave answered first.

"I was born a slave. I am not Indentured. I'm a Class Three slave."

Kevin was not sure what the difference was nor what this meant but Ben did. He asked with some measure of concern: "You mean you will never be free?"

"I know that sometimes boys you knew at the home were only temporarily Indentured but I have always been a slave. And I will always be one." And then Toby smiled, looking back around to his master. "And I have the best master in the whole world."

Ben looked at his new step father with a bit of wondering. Did his new Dad not care about if Toby would ever have his own life? But Toby was perceptive enough that he realized just what Ben might be thinking. "Ben, please don't think that I'm concerned about always being a slave boy. I LIKE being a slave. And I LIKE being exactly as I am. I've been your father's special boy now for over 6 years. And I'll be 14 years old forever. If someone said I could be free right now I'd turn them down. I can't imagine being anything but my master's special sex slave."

At the mention of sex Ben was starting to understand. Toby was much more than just a slave. He was his new Dad's special sex boy. They learned in school that some men wanted boy's as their special companions and many had slave boys to fulfill that role. No wonder Toby was not what he expected as a slave. Ben wondered if he would rather be with boys or with girls but he figured he'd have a lot of time to figure that out.

It would be several year or more before Ben would get interested enough in the particulars of sex enough to ask Toby about all of that. But right then he was more interested in wondering if Toby would be just more like another part of their family. Kevin was too young to really understand about all that special slave stuff. He was just trying to get another glimpse of Toby's funny looking brown penis. It was all smooth and sticking out so far all the time. He also decided that he just liked Toby whom he was thinking of more as an older brother like Ben than anything else. And he wondered for a moment what it would feel like to run around naked right out in the open in front of everybody.

But that was over 9 years ago. Kevin soon never thought much about Toby being a slave. Well he knew he was a slave, but to him Toby was just Toby. The slave part was just an explanation why Toby acted funny some times and was kept naked. He just figured slaves didn't own much stuff even clothes. That Toby, especially later in the evening, was always cuddling with his Dad, was just what Toby and his Dad did. It never occurred to him that this was something as somewhat different until he got older. And it was only about a year before he had gotten all curious about exactly what WAS the relationship Toby had with his Dad other than being his slave. But when he finally decided that his curiosity needed some answers it still took Toby to start the conversation.

Of course by this time Toby and Kevin were starting to become quite close friends, and the fact that one was a free boy and the other a slave mattered not one jot. Ben had always been friendly toward Toby but he always had other friends. It was these other friends who were sometimes surprised to see another boy in Ben's house that was naked all the time. Of course they understood right away that Toby was a slave, but for most of them it was quite a novelty to actually SEE a slave boy in the flesh. But Kevin was quite different from his older brother. Toby and he were always much closer. And now Toby realized that suddenly Kevin was starting to particularly look at himself and his master when they were cuddling with each other. Like it was suddenly something of greater significance and interest to him. Finally Toby asked Kevin about it. It occurred during one of their long walks in the nearby State Forest Preserve which both boys delighted in. As per law Toby was on leash, since he was not attended by his owner who could activate his obedience collar. There was also a transponder in his slave collar which would send his location to both the authorities and his owner if by chance Toby and Kevin would become separated.

And Kevin was so used to Toby being in his slave harness and on leash when they were out like this, that Toby realized that something was different in Kevin's world this time when at times Kevin seemed more interested in the slave and his accoutrements than in the surrounding forest. That's what started the conversation.

"Kevin, I was just wondering. How come you're so much interested in my slave things?"

Kevin needed prodding. He was suddenly self conscious about what he was really wondering. But finally he answered: "Well I was just sort of wondering. Lots of guys at school sometimes talk about how their moms and dads did things together, sex things. And my friend Tommy even has two dads. But you and my dad, well he's a…, I mean you're just a boy. And even his slave. Do you HAVE to do sex things with my Dad?"

"First of all yes, we do sex things all the time. And we both enjoy it. Even if I were not a slave I would want me and your Dad to do all that. But being your Dad's slave makes it all different. You are probably too young to understand. My being your Dad's slave has a great deal to do with the kind of sex your Dad likes. It's hard to explain but my being a slave has a lot to do with sex."

Toby was sure he wasn't explaining it right. Kevin asked a whole lot of questions but never could quite understand why his Dad specifically wanted a slave boy because that was the kind of sexual relationship he desired. Nor could he quite understand Toby when Toby said that he was conditioned to LIKE being his Dad's slave and specifically he LIKED being used that way sexually.

But that brings us to the present time and it was now when Kevin was finally understanding just what Toby had been trying to explain. Kevin had suddenly realized that he had been watching those holos about how the BoyToy labs modified special boys to become special slaves like Toby when he started to get all excited again. And those showing how some of the slaves were put into their obedience collars and conditioned to submit to their masters, Kevin realized that it was getting him so sexually aroused. And he suddenly realized why Toby so fascinated him so much more recently. He suddenly realized that when he had been getting him so amazingly aroused he was identifying with BEING the SLAVE he was thinking about! That was when he specifically sought out Toby that very afternoon.

Chapter Two
Kevin's Enslavement

Kevin

"Hay Toby…" Kevin excitedly sought out his Dad's slave.

He finally found the naked slave boy in the kitchen just getting ready to start preparing dinner. He looked at not just the boy's usual smooth light brown skin, his slender butt muscles just defined enough too be noticeable, but gave additional attention to the boy's genitals. So similar to his own, at least in size. But there the difference ended. At this time, the slave's harness, he realized, seemed not to actually cover but enhance and bring attention to the boy's absolutely cute boy body, and immediately led one's eyes to certain parts of his body, notably his genitals, his darker aureoles, and of course his infinitely cute light brown butt cheeks and their seeming invitation to explore the seductive interior of its sexy cleft. The slender Y-shaped strap which extended from the wide belt about Toby's waist led one's eyes into its seductive depths, and whenever he bent over, it's alluring cleft. Kevin was struck at one point when he had a seeming epiphany – at his first realization that BEING a slave could in itself be somehow sexual. He started seeing Toby in an entirely different way. He WANTED so much to explore the nether regions of the boy's butt. He knew from long experience that Toby almost always sported some manner of butt plug, but just recently, Kevin was SO unusually preoccupied with the idea of having something actually pushed into his own butt hole. In fact he had even experimented with his own finger, and then with several ovoid objects. But somehow it didn't just seem to have the same appeal as someone else forcing said object into his own rectum. And besides, he was also so suddenly interested not only in exploring the butt plug in his friend's butt hole, but even more so in the straps keeping said plug in said hole, together with the mechanisms within the plug which Toby had occasionally alluded to – things which caused him more than just the feeling of a static object. In this case technology had been quite inventive.

And Kevin was wondering how come only now was his interest so engaged. Of course he was not that naïve. His newly burgeoning sexual libido was evidently at work. Now if he could only get the nerve to actually investigate Toby's various butt plugs, …and chastity devices, …and attachments.

And at long last Kevin was finally understanding just how Toby and his Dad were so much more than just master and slave. Or just what that master-slave relationship was all about.

Toby was only a bit surprised when Kevin offered to help get things ready for their dinner. They would then have a additional time to either go to the nearby forest preserve, or even transport from their local pad to the beach some thirty miles away. Kevin had been given his own transport pass just several months ago. His Dad said, however, that Toby must accompany him.

Kevin, on his part, never wondered about helping Toby. He did it now and then and never gave it much thought. But Toby did. Ben had only rarely offered to help him at his tasks. It wasn't that this bothered him. It in fact didn't. It just surprised Toby that Kevin offered at all being a young teen and all with all kinds of things to keep him otherwise occupied.

While Kevin was programming the ingredient dispenser and Toby was setting the table, Kevin finally overcame his normal reticence about speaking about sex stuff. Especially this kind of sex stuff.

"Toby, I need to ask you a question."

"Sure. What do you want to know?"

"Well, when you and Dad do stuff. You know… sex stuff. I mean do you like the idea that Dad does stuff to you?"

Toby was not really surprised by this question from Kevin. He realized that Kevin was almost certainly a boy who liked other boys but also was starting to wonder about his sudden interest in himself not as a friend but specifically in his role as a slave.

"First of all, yes I am very much like you. I LIKE having sex with men. And even though I might look and seem just a little boy, or I mean not sexually mature, they did stuff to me which makes me act sexually as if I was older. I mean I get really sexually aroused and all that. And I can have the greatest orgasms – well, when my master lets me... You know what that is I assume?"

Kevin was at first a bit embarrassed with such a bold statement. But his need for answers far outweighed any reticence. "Sure, I can even have orgasms right now, but …well, only some thin stuff comes out. But suddenly I am starting to get quite aroused by everything. And especially about boys. Just like Dad. But there's much more."

"More?" Then Toby took a stab but not entirely in the dark. "And not just boys but slave boys?"

Kevin forced out his answer. "Yeah. I get excited thinking about you sometimes."

"And you think you might want a slave boy for your own some day?"

Toby turned toward Kevin when he didn't get an answer. Kevin looked really strange and Toby realized that Kevin was almost in tears. "What's the matter Kevin?"

Kevin still didn't answer but turned away and just finished quickly what he had been doing. Finally he turned back seemingly more in control of his emotions. "Toby, how about we go out? I got your outdoor harness all ready. Do you have time?"

Having time meant was everything ready for dinner and his Dad so that Toby could have some free time. It also implied that such a trip would be indeed OK'd by his master.

"Sure."

Kevin quickly brought Toby's arms through the openings in the shoulder harness and clasped it together in the back. He added the usual waist and groin belt and this too he locked into place. And as he noted just how the straps seemed to accentuate not just the lithe body of the slave but also focused one's attention to the boy's genitals, he started being aroused himself wondering just how he'd feel himself if put into such a harness.

He then got the back leash. He rather used that than the collar one. Even though they still got a stare or two Kevin had long since stopped being self conscious when he held Toby's leash as they made their way to one of their favorite spots. And as he led Toby he wondered just how he would feel being put onto a leash. They eventually came to one of Kevin's favorite spots just under a positively huge Tanobian Tremor Tree, more than two hundred feet [60 m] high and 75 feet [22 m] around at its base. (Its leaves were specifically designed by nature to let the wind by rather than catch it). There was a perfect seat looking out over the valley made by some of its monster exposed roots.

It wasn't until they were seated and speaking about unimportant things when Kevin made a seeming non sequitur.

"No, I don't think I want my own slave boy some day."

It took Toby only a second to realize that Kevin had finally answered his other question, but several more moments to understand its significance.

He turned to his friend as almost a brother and smiled: "You know now somewhat how I feel don't you?"

Kevin in an emotional whirl, not sure if he were going to smile or cry gave out an almost sigh like answer. "Yeeesss."

"And you're wondering how your Dad will react."

"Definitely. Scared stiff would be closer though."

"I think I understand. But it's nice to know that you can understand how I could be conditioned to LIKE being exactly who I am. Before I was even modified, I also somehow got excited when some of the men clients used me for sex. But I was definitely not as matured sexually as you. I didn't quite understand it all. But it WAS why I was so easily able to be conditioned the way I am. They can determine things by behavior cues and brain scan. I was a perfect candidate to be made into a sex slave. I was very easily made to be what I am because I already was predisposed to be the way you are. Sexually excited by being very submissive and even made to do sex stuff. Even being a slave was very sexually exciting. That's a big part of just why I LIKE being your Dad's slave. But it's even more than that. All kinds of things about me, and not just sex things, were predisposed to make me not just a slave boy, but someone who would thrive being a sex slave. You understand?"

"Not completely but I'm starting to. And I'm scared. All that stuff I just saw about what they did to you got me so excited. It was I wanted them to do it to me too. Am I too weird? I always felt different somehow, … but this! Well it's almost 'brainbox-tipulated'!"

"Then I'm 'tipulated too. Now can you understand why I'm happy as your Dad's slave?"

"Sort of. But you've been modified. And even if it all gets me so aroused, I still can't understand actually BEING a slave. No one could want that. At least not ALL the time." Then Kevin realized what he had just intimated and added: "I mean unless you're forced into it."

Kevin had always thought that even though he was good friends with his Dad's slave, Toby seemed not to react like a normal boy all the time. They did things to him to make him like being a real slave, and besides his Dad treated him pretty good for a slave.

"Maybe it's not just because I was sort of like you – and you're right. I really can't figure exactly how I'd be if I hadn't been modified. But I guess I can't ever know. All those things that I like about being a slave maybe was strengthened or something. I can't really be sure how much. But one thing I do know. In my own way I love my master and I know he loves his slave. Look, I'm just like most people. I want someone special to love me. And I want to love someone too. And your Dad and I do love each other. It's just maybe a different kind of love. I mean it didn't start out that way, but your Dad is just a great master. And I got to care for him quite a lot. I know that I was forced to be the way I am. I mean modified and all, but I was part way there right from the beginning. And I never got mad that it was done to me. I know there are a lot of slaves out there perfectly miserable but not me. It's quite different from just being made into a sex toy, or even a brothel boy. So even if our relationship is totally within the context of slave and master, it's still a relationship and not just me being used for sex."

"But Toby that's what has me so scared. I sort of like the idea of all that slave stuff being done to me but never until very recently did I start to realize what it all could mean. And I'm scared. I know it gets me all sexed up, but it's only the sex part that I get excited about. I just can't see myself being a slave like you. I'm just a regular boy. OK maybe not quite regular. Maybe I can just find someone who just wants to act as a master during the sex stuff. You think there's that kind of thing going on too?"

"I'm not sure. I know that some people become like a slave to someone without being an actual slave. But I don't know much about it."

"Well I don't know anything either. But YOU are the one involved in all that slave sex stuff. I can hear my Dad sometimes doing stuff to you. Even hurting you. I never thought that much about all that until recently. Do you like all that 'other' stuff?"

"Sort of. It's complicated. The sex part I sure do. I like all the sex stuff he forces on me. And he likes forcing me to do things. That's why he likes controlling me and puts me into bondage things. You know about that kind of thing?"

"Not much. Except I saw pictures of boys in all kinds of chains and things. And like your cuffs and things." Kevin grabbed Toby wrists. "And even weirder stuff. And wow that sure got me so excited. I started imagining myself with all that stuff done to me. And wow I got so excited. But I kept thinking that I was all somehow so weird to get excited from that kind of thing. But pain hurts. I can't see myself ever allowing someone to hurt me. And if you're a real slave, you don't have any say. I can't see how you can like that kind of thing."

Kevin and Toby talked about another twenty minutes about bondage and torture as used in sex. Toby tried to explain that even though some people responded to torture sexually, he did not. At least not directly.

"But then how come you don't mind my Dad doing that stuff to you?" Kevin was suddenly concerned.

"Well, the pain stuff seems to make the sex part after so much better. And I can go through the pain part because I want to please my master. And besides, I realized a long time ago that what your Dad does doesn't really hurt THAT much. Not like some stuff could. But I LIKE how it all gets BOTH of us so close to each other. It's almost like the torture part is part of the sex part. It's hard to explain. But more importantly, what do YOU think about YOUR being tortured? Does the idea get you excited? I mean sexually?"

That was one question Kevin seemed afraid to answer. Even to himself. It was being controlled that so excited him. And to tell the truth – something he was afraid to even face – he was BOTH excited by the idea of being tortured (so long as it wasn't too 'torture-y') but afraid of experiencing the actual pain. He realized that that seemed like a contradiction and he couldn't resolve it. He had been hoping that Toby could. But he had been a little surprised at Toby's answer.

And worse, he knew that very soon he'd have to talk to his Dad about all this even if he didn't want to. He knew his Dad realized that something was wrong. Toby had even suggested maybe he could go to the slave psychologist to get better answers. But he thought that was totally way much. He was just trying to figure himself out. He certainly had absolutely NO intention being a slave. Besides, he was only 16 (Ok almost 16) and had lots of time to make any real decisions.

Gleb

Gleb Andropov was not a very complicated man. Like many of his forebears he enjoyed the simpler things in life. Good food, good companionship, finding a secure position in life, and yes, good sex. He always had some vague idea that though he wanted a slave boy for sex, he would also try his best to keep his slave relatively happy. He wanted a boy who would respond positively to his situation as a slave. Thus when he approached a representative at BoyToys, Inc. explaining that he wanted a boy perhaps at the cusp of pubescence of a darker racial heritage and still looking every bit a boy. And most important, aside from modifying the boy to stay permanently at his physical age, he wanted a boy who could be brain pathway modified to totally accept his future role as someone's personal slave. Two weeks later he was shown several holos and documentaries of prospective boys. And it was the third boy which captured Gleb's heart – and lusts. Toby, even at 14 years of age, was still definitely all prepubescent boy. He was also told that his size could easily be diminished when Gleb seemed a bit indecisive noting the boy was already 5 foot 4 inches [1.60 m] tall and over 100 pounds [45 kg].

"Mr. Andropov. With the gene-splices he will already undergo, it would be a simple matter to reduce the boy's physical dimensions."

Gleb replied: "How about say somewhere near 4 feet 10 [1.47 m] and maybe 75 pounds [34 kg]? I'd like a boy easily handled." Gleb had almost said 'man-handled,' and chuckled to himself at the pun. "And I definitely want him to enjoy his slave existence. Are you sure that can be done?"

"With this boy, and his predisposition, absolutely. In fact, although he has almost no predisposition for masochism, his desire to please his master will make him perfectly willing to submit to mild torture so long as he continues to get positive feedback from his master."

Gleb looked with great intent at the 360-holo of a small light-brown skinned boy. His genitals had just begun to mature with a slightly pendulous and wrinkled darker brown scrotum, with a beautifully formed slim 4 inch [10 cm] penis (when shown erect) also several shades darker that the surrounding flawless skin. He decided that he would have the boy's penis circumcised so that he always had an unobstructed view of that perfect dark brown boy extension. He also wanted his boy very easily aroused so that changes to his genitals, prostate, and more importantly, to his brain pathways, maintained his boy's penis in nearly a continuous state of turgidity, and merely any touch to his main torso would send him into heavy sexual arousal.

Gleb then watched as the holo image of Toby morphed into that of a seeming small boy of perhaps the size of an 11 year old, yet keeping his slightly older features, including his generous genitals. He was already imagining grabbing ahold of that beautiful member and sucking the boy to a pre-teen orgasm. Which lead into a further discussion about the boy's sexual responses.

"Definitely, Mr. Andropov, we can adjust the boy's sexual response over a wide range of possibilities."

"Look, I want the boy to be able to have multiple orgasms even while only being rectally stimulated. Is that possible?"

"Certainly. We can even arrange for the boy to have a climax orgasmic response from rectal stimulation alone even with his penis held in restrictive chastity. Of course he would still experience some definite frustration without any total orgasmic response. But that would just keep your boy in a mental and physical state where he would be totally and continually receptive to being used sexually."

Eventually, all of the boy's modifications were agreed upon subject to slight necessary changes necessitated during the actual gene-splice engineering and the prognostication computer analysis was then able to be more exact.

"But barring some unforeseen problem, we can be sure that the outcome will be very close to our preliminary assessment."

"Thank you very much. I am really excited about this. I am quite thrilled that I can now afford this."

"Well Mr. Andropov, that leads us to our fees. As you know just to obtain this boy will be costly. And of course the modifications, especially those of his brain pathways, necessitate a very costly analysis just to engineer the requisite gene-splice."

Payment was made, and Gleb suffered more than 4 months of anticipation until that very day had come. The boy was only momentarily allowed to recover consciousness to inform him that he was about to be shipped to his new master.

Toby

Toby felt great and realized that all his fears and half formed worries about being a one-person slave had seemingly vanished. He had always delighted in being used by his previous clients, so long as they were not too rough, but had serious misgivings about being totally and constantly at the command of a single master. But somehow this didn't seem to amount to any real problem any more. In fact the very idea sort of excited him so much more than it had ever before. Instead of some form of undefined dread, he now felt some quite amazing strange excitement by this very prospect. He also felt his genitals sending great pleasure throughout the rest of his body and his penis stiffen at the very thought of being forced to obey a master. Especially all the sex stuff he knew which it would entail. For the very first time he realized the prospect of finally meeting his new master was more a thrill and elicited in him an intense expectancy. And as he was lifted from the grav table and had his naked body put into the small transport cage which would send him on his way he realized that his body felt so much different – aside from the rather strong and much more intense feeling of sexual arousal. And as the one man started to maneuver him toward the cage he suddenly realized that he was a great deal smaller that he had been for a couple years. He looked down at himself and wondered how come he was so much smaller. But as he allowed different tubes and devices to be attached to his various body openings, and subsequently be positioned within the cage, he realized that it didn't really matter. He was sure that that was how his future master wanted him. And this itself sent a surge of happiness through him as the very prospect of pleasing his master sent a good feeling of satisfaction through his now small body. As he was confined within the cage, he seemed to not be distressed at his total confinement. In fact it was somewhat thrilling in itself. And as he could feel his transport cage start its journey to his new life, Toby started wondering just what his new master would look like. He liked strong but trim men, with light complexions and firm bodies.

He was not disappointed.

Gleb

Dinner that evening during which his son Kevin kept looking away from him and then looking back had Gleb wondering what exactly was going on. Even his own slave boy seemed a bit distracted, as if talking were almost a chore rather than its typical informal free-for-all of verbal exchange. Kevin kept looking at his slave boy who seemed so distracted Gleb picked him up and positioned him in his own lap with his rapidly stiffening penis fit into the boy's butt cleft just where it belonged.

All thoughts of his impending financial crises were now as far from his mind as possible. Instead he was remembering that very first meal when his two then new sons looked at both him and his slave boy with questioning glances and awkward questions.

Back then at that first dinner, it was 8 year old Ben who finally started asking about Toby and asked exactly why he was a slave. Gleb thought it the best policy to be perfectly honest. After all he had no intention of not fondling his boy and caressing him at his whim as he had been doing for years. It was half the reason to keep his slave naked after all.

Gleb looked at his cute slave boy and replied to Kevin's inquiry: "Well maybe Toby can answer that question."

Toby himself was unsure about how to react. Up to then he usually started out the dinner serving his master and then kneeling beside his master's chair until he was eventually seated onto his master's lap and allowed to eat. He really liked the feeling of his master's stiffening penis lengthening along his little boy butt crack. He had been modified to react strongly to any sexual stimulation and was frequently distracted as he was fed, usually right off his master's plate. But now he felt quite self conscious as he was seated in his own chair and coaxed into conversation. And it felt so strange being naked right in front of other boys closer to his own age.

"Well, um. I… I've always been a slave. I was born a slave, though it didn't seem too much different from not being a slave. I mean I saw lots of free boys all the time and except I dressed different, I played with them and everything. I just had some duties I had to do when I got older. And I had lots of aunts who liked to help me and taught me my school stuff and all."

Ben got bolder with his questions during which Kevin just seemed to like looking at Toby's bare body. "But you're not… I mean things are different now aren't they?" Ben looked at his new step Dad with a little worry. Why did he have a boy for a slave?

It helped that Toby smiled and even laughed. It meant that maybe this guy was a nice guy after all. "Sure things are different. I mean I sure am treated different. I was bought by your Dad because he thought I was special. I do what he wants and I really like pleasing him. I do sex stuff with him. A LOT of sex stuff. It's…"

He never finished before Ben interrupted looking a bit scared. "Sex stuff?" He looked at his new step dad with a worried anxiety. He'd heard of guys liking boys for sex but had never actually seen it before – except on some data streams he'd seen on the inter-world WSI Network. Did his new step-dad foster him for sex stuff? He hoped not. But before he could let his imagination scare him any further, Gleb intervened.

Gleb looked at the two brothers and realized that it was only Ben who seemed anxious. "Look Ben. Toby has been with me over 6 years. We do very well together; he is my slave boy. And I love him very much. I would never harm him. But Toby was specifically taught how to be a slave to please his master sexually. And he enjoys it as much as I do."

Ben still looked scared and tried to ask another question but nothing that formed an actual word came out.

"And stop worrying. You are my sons now. You will only be expected to be yourselves. I only have sex with Toby here. And he is enough to handle, I assure you."

At that Toby looked at his master and smiled.

Ben of course heard about men who had boys for sex but never met one before. He was really hoping that he'd never have to be forced into having sex. The entire idea sort of revolted him even if it also made him curious.

That was six years ago. In a surprisingly short period of time both brothers warmed up to both their new Dad and to his slave. And although Ben found his own friends to play with, Kevin eventually came to be a very close friend of Toby, so much so that Gleb found Kevin even mimicking (or trying to mimic) some of Toby's traits and mannerisms. Early on he had to stop Kevin from parading around the house unclothed and just the past year he discovered from a disturbed school staff that Kevin had even started posturing sexually in front of several of his male teachers.

But in truth there were few real problems with the both boys quickly accepting the slave Toby as a regular part of their family even if they had to eventually realize that Toby was their Dad's slave and not their own. The boys got very used to their Dad taking advantage of his naked slave boy and soon stopped thinking of their Dad fondling and caressing his naked slave as nothing worth specific notice. And those very dinner times became the normal venue where all four people participated in lively discussions chatting about what was happening in their lives.

But during dinner tonight there was almost as much tension in the air as there was that first dinner 6 years ago. But this time it was Kevin who looked scared and worried. As Toby was putting away things after the meal, Gleb took hold of his son again and tried to reassure him that it didn't matter if Kevin could explain what had gotten him so upset so suddenly and that no matter what he said, his Dad would understand. And for the life of him, though he figured it was somehow about his slave, and probably involved sex, Gleb could not imagine what could keep his normally happy boy so introspective with worry.

Later that night, as he and his slave were cuddling in front of the holo entertainment alcove watching a documentary about the biosphere of some distant planet, Kevin peeked into the room. He jumped up onto the soft lounge and pushed himself into his Dad's side.

After several minutes he suddenly asked: "Dad, Toby and I were talking and he thinks I need to see Doc Bensteen."

Kevin didn't know how come he suddenly decided to say this. It probably had a lot to do with him being too embarrassed to say things directly – that his sexual fantasies included having slave things being done to him. Although actually being forced to be a slave like Toby would have him terrified.

Doc Bensteen was the slave psychologist whom Gleb and his slave had seen several years before. Gleb was quite surprised. His slave assured him that there was no problem between himself and Kevin. So what in the world? But he didn't want to frighten Kevin into silence.

After some thought he merely replied: "No problem Kev. I'll call to make an appointment tomorrow. Do you want me to go with you?"

Still in a quandary, not wanting to force his slave into telling him what he and his son had talked about, Gleb wound up actually bringing Kevin to his appointment that next afternoon after Kevin got back from his morning at school. Gleb himself had taken the afternoon off to be with his son who welcomed his Dad's playing chauffeur. Gleb left the doctor and his boy alone and after walking around the complex in a worried state.

On Kevin's part he was scared even more then before. He couldn't see how he could actually talk to some stranger – or anyone for that matter except perhaps Toby – about how he was feeling. He was also starting to wish he hadn't said anything about seeing the slave doctor. But he didn't know how to get out of it.

Gleb eventually received a com call from the doctor that his son was ready to go home, but that he wanted to speak with the father for a few minutes. Gleb was anxious enough to start questioning the doctor over his travel com.

"Stop worrying Gleb. Your son is in perfect health both physically and emotionally. He was just anxious about how he was feeling about some things. You know how young boys can be when they start thinking about their sexuality. They think that they are all alone sometimes in how they are feeling, especially if their feelings are perceived to be so different from those as commonly accepted by their peers. It is all so new to them and though exciting, it can also bring unnecessary worry."

"Thanks doc, I was really worried." But Gleb still was wondering just what his son mentioned to the slave psychologists. He wondered if his youngest son were really that predisposed toward submissive gay sex. Or if there was some problem his son was having with his own slave boy. "Does this problem have something to do with Toby? Or am I allowed to ask?"

"Of course you can ask. And only indirectly. Very indirectly. I need to mention that I have also completed a full brain tomography and emotive evaluation on your boy too. And just to be totally thorough, even the DeMaster's basal brain reaction test under chemical hypnosis. And before you get all anxious, he is perfectly within all normal parameters." And with a chuckle he added: "Although I suppose it could depend on just what you include as normal."

Gleb was suddenly relieved but even more intrigued now that he'd realized it had nothing to do with his own slave boy. That had him worried, although his slave did assure him that there was no trouble between the two. Gleb, still anxious, asked: "Brain scan? Why a brain scan? Is something wrong?"

"I just told you. He's perfectly ok. Let's wait until you get here to speak about this."

Five minutes later an fretful Dad and a boy who looked like he'd been rung through a composting force field, greeted each other with a mild trepidation.

"You OK son?"

"Sure Dad. It's just hard to talk about some stuff. But I'm feeling a lot better. The doc explained a lot of stuff to me."

Gleb next found himself in the room with Dr. Bensteen while Kevin said he'd rather wait out in the other room.

"OK Gleb, I'll get right to the point. Though in the bottom 3 % in physical size and bottom quintile in physiological development, Kevin has been suddenly thrust into the very first stages of puberty which is quite normal for his chronological age. He has suddenly confronted his newly discovered sexuality and probably, because of the strange circumstances, been deluged with conflicting desires and attractions, and has become quite anxious about them."

"But doc, you said he was OK. What's he so anxious about? And why the need of a complete brain scan?"

"Actually it was a full resonance and field scan. I wanted to get to the very basic mechanisms which impel your son's sexuality and rudimentary motivations. And his emotive responses are in total agreement."

"And…?"

"Well your son's orientation is exclusively with his own sex."

Gleb had already been pretty sure of that. "But why all the alarm? What's so problematic about that? Almost 5 percent…"

"There's more Gleb. You of course are well acquainted with Toby's sexual orientation and sexual emotive responses. I mean his original profiles."

"Of course. But what's that to do with Kevin?" And although he had asked this question he was getting pretty sure what the answer would be.

"Well I could go into all sorts of details which would not mean much to you but basically, Kevin is even more self directed toward submission and would respond cognitively, emotionally, and sexually, even more positively to being a slave than even Toby did before his modification."

Gleb needed a moment for what he had just heard to sink in. And then he was quite startled. "But how… I mean what does this all mean? Kevin is definitely NOT a slave." And then as a startling though intruded with frightening consequences Gleb added: "Or at least not yet."

"Gleb, before you get all anxious about this, just start thinking. Who's welfare do you have in mind? Yours or Kevin's? I suspect that your Kevin will never find a satisfactory intimate relationship unless he finds it with either a person willing to be his master, even if not formally, or perhaps with more success with an actual master in a formal slave-master relationship. And the sooner he finds one, the better he will adjust to his natural sexual and emotional proclivities."

"I certainly want my boy to be happy." And Gleb had a small pang of guilt as he was also thinking about his own situation as much as his son's. "But an actual slave?"

"Gleb. Is Toby happy?"

"Of course. But that's different. He was born a slave. Kevin is a free boy and can't be forced into slavery anyway."

"And if Kevin himself chooses to become a slave? What then? You should know that he has been identifying with Toby quite strongly right now."

"But… But… Oh for the Seven Darknesses of Deneb!" Though even as Gleb said it he was actually thinking that maybe this could actually be the solution to all his problems. He was wondering just how much he could get for the sale of Kevin at some slave auction. Too bad that he wasn't younger. Then he then realized that Kevin himself would have to agree to anything more than up to a 12 year indenture. And to actually force his son into an Indenture …well, he started feeling guilty at the very thought.

Andropov and the slave psychologist talked for another 25 minutes. Gleb was finally starting to adjust his thinking about the possibilities concerning his youngest son. And he kept concentrating on how it could actually be possible that Kevin could be made to accept being a slave as well as Toby had.

Gleb finally touched the control to open the door into the next room where his son was fretfully waiting. He found his boy with a com unit in his hand which was perfectly capable of picking up conversation from any nearby unshielded room. The boy looked up guiltily. Well at least he would not have to explain all he and the doctor had to say. But his boy was crying and from his looks had been doing so for quite some time.

Kevin was quite distressed: "I'm sorry Dad. I didn't mean to be this way! But you don't have to worry. I might like the sex part of all this slave stuff, but I can't imagine actually being one."

Gleb suddenly felt guilty. He spent the next several hours trying his best to reassure Kevin that he still loved his son very much, that his sexual and emotive orientation did not matter, and that he only wanted him to be happy.

But one of the doctor's remarks still rung in his ears: "There are indications from his emotive responses, however, that Kevin's situation is much more than just a sexual one. I would have to do a much more thorough series of tests to be absolutely certain, but I believe that your son may actually not find any satisfactory intimate relationship outside of actual slavery."

It was the one thing Gleb had eventually latched on to since he had almost just about decided on just how he was going to solve his financial problems. After all he also had his own slave's welfare to think about.

After several days of some serious soul-searching, Gleb put his plans into effect. He first made an appointment for his son to get those more extensive tests and even a thorough genetic code evaluation. Who knows, some minor modifications were allowed for forced Class One Indenture by a legal guardian. His only worry was would Kevin's auction as an Indenture bring in enough to completely get him out of his financial bind. Of course there was still the State Slave Authority medical which would have to sign off on the Indenture process but after what he'd already heard he thought that was going to be automatic.

Of course while his Dad was already making all necessary plans to have his son forced into a 12 year Indenture, Kevin was merely talking to Toby about his slave existence and was only half heartedly investigating what the slave laws actually permitted. Even his idea of what he wanted for his own future was still quite vague and he was only tentatively wondering about say a short voluntary Indenture – say a year or two – but this was still just sort of a 'what if' kind of deal.

Though he did find out a few things he'd not known before. Only a person 16 or older could opt for Class Two permanent consensual slavery, and no citizen can be forced into permanent Class Three Non-consensual slavery. He then supposed that Toby hadn't ever been a citizen. The other thing he realized as he accessed several WSI Net sites including a real popular one run by BoyAbductions, Lmt. who found slaves for prospective masters, almost all special slave boys liked Toby had extensive body and brain modifications and were almost all Class Three Slaves. Only a very small percentage were consensual Class Two Slaves because they were not legally allowed to be brain modified. And though some 12 year Indentured slaves were also physically modified to some minor extent, it was not very common that a master would choose a boy as a slave who could not be assured to be his slave permanently. Well it was all just interesting stuff. He couldn't really see himself as a real slave anyway. Not a real 'forever' slave. It was just that the stuff about slavery got him sort of excited. Heck, he could barely leak out a few drops of liquid when he masturbated, he wasn't even mature sexually yet.

Kevin remembered asking Toby about being a slave and how he had been brought up in a fancy brothel. He smiled: "Well being a boy in a boy brothel was sort of fun too, though I much better like having just one master." And after smiling as he thought about how his master liked doing all kinds of things to his own small prepubescent looking genitals. "And I think a lot of masters are looking for little boys. I mean boys who can't make sperms. And with just little boy sex parts."

Kevin couldn't help from staring at Toby's genitals. He got real excited not just looking at his beautifully formed slender 4 inch [10 cm] brown penis, and the small brown scrotum with its wrinkled skin, but it was in fact the presence of the row of five tightly fitting chastity rings which made it so much more exciting. (Toby's current common method of enforced chastity). And also the several rings which now adorned the scrotal sac which went right through the scrotum above and below the two small testicles.

Right now he realized that over the past month his own penis was finally starting to increase in size, even if just slightly. (He had been measuring it every couple of day). He figured that it was about time. He was only weeks away from being 16 after all. And speaking of little boys – he was barely 3 inches [7½ cm] taller than Toby, pretty damn small for his age. And his own penis and testicles were more cream colored.

"Well Toby, I'm still pretty small. And I think your penis is still bigger than mine yet." And after almost being tempted to touch the slave's penis asked: "That rod in your penis? Does it hurt?"

Toby looked down at himself. His master had the slave's wrist cuffs right now attached via very short straps to his own collar. He liked the way it made him feel – like he was so controlled by his master – so there was no chance he'd be able to touch his own boy parts. Well not without some contortionist act.

"Only a little bit when it was forced in. That pin holds it in place." Toby was talking about the pin that went through the flesh of his penis just under the upper side of the glans. "But it keeps me so sexy feeling. I will sure be all ready for sex with my master tonight. I wonder if he will let my penis free."

Kevin had a hard time concentrating on what he'd been doing. He kept imagining that rod up his own penis slit.

"OK, what were we talking about?"

"About all that stuff you'd downloaded from the Net."

"Oh yeah." He'd been looking at the very few advertisements for consensual Indentures. "And damn Toby some of this stuff is totally scary." He looked back at the projection. It was a holo of a guy's dungeon and there was a really scary big guy speaking.

The next bit stream included advertisements by prospective masters looking for consensual slaves. One such stated: "I am looking for a boy still prepubescent or able to be so regressed and to be placed into permanent physical restriction. He will be put on a drug regimen to stop all growth or sexual maturation. And he will be kept in an underground dungeon for the entirety of his 12 year Indenture."

"Wow." Toby exclaimed. "I can't imagine being attached to things in one place for all that time!"

Many more of the entries wanted boys able to withstand frequent torture. Then another entry caught Kevin's attention.

"It says here he wants a boy to be kept in a metal enclosure and attached to a body sensor net for solid-force-field torture simulation. Damn Toby, what's solid-force-field body simulation?"

"Don't know Kev. Let's look it up."

They did. And Kevin was appalled to discover that the boy would be put into a sensor net and a special solid simulating image could then be produced and tortured while the boy would feel everything but without any damage.

An hour later they looked at the last one: "And look at this one, Toby. The boy would be kept in a metal skeleton with all his limbs held permanently outstretched. That metal thing looks real neat but NEVER to be allowed out of the thing? Can you imagine never being able to move any part of yourself more than a fraction of an inch for years? And with plugs in your butt and mouth ALL the time?"

Actually the main reason Kevin kept reviewing all these data stream blocks was not that he seriously considered allowing himself to be indentured for even one day, but it all just was so exciting hearing and seeing all this stuff. But any permanency totally frightened him.

About a week later Kevin was informed by his Dad that there were several more tests that Dr. Bensteen wanted to do. By this time Kevin really didn't want any more test but just to please his Dad he went.

Of course Gleb had also done his own WSI Net searches. He already knew that the best prices at auction for a boy Kevin's age for a 12 year Indenture would be obtained if Kevin were able to be minimally modified to the extent of the current law. And Dr. Bensteen had just confirmed that Kevin's genetic code was amendable to the revolutionary gene-splice technique of boy modification that Toby had gone through. He also discovered that it was not too uncommon for previous Indentures, even ones forced by legal guardian or the state, to opt for Permanent Class Two status when the boy reached 16. That the slave, especially one who was taken when young enough, could easily be 'conditioned' to make such a choice. He also learned that boys like Kevin, with such strong predispositions already, could most easily be so 'persuaded.' It was why some people were perfectly willing to take on such Indentures.

Besides, offers made by people who also had residences on the Icarus Ring-world could merely bring his Indentured boy there for the two year residency requirement and declare the boy a citizen of that government. And then all bets were off. He could then force the boy into non-consensual slavery with impunity.

Gleb Andropov eventually found some statistics. With boys as predisposed to sexual slavery as much as Kevin was and who also can be modified (at least physically) in any way desired, 87% of all 12 year Indentures had later 'opted' for Class Two Permanent status. Gleb started wondering why it wasn't 100%.

Thus several weeks later, in fact just two days before Kevin's 16th birthday, and thus while Gleb Andropov still had two days left in which to legally force Indenture on his own son, three Slave Authority personnel showed up at his school – which had just restarted – and took a startled and disbelieving Kevin into custody.

Kevin was called out of his science lab and asked to report to the office. Kevin was thinking it might have something to do with his request for a different class and was only mildly surprised to see his Dad – who taught at his school after all – when he went through the doorway.

"Dad, what's happening?"

"Kevin, that's what I want to explain to you. Remember when I told you what Doc Bensteen said to me? That he thought you'd never have a successful relationship unless it was with a master?"

Kevin was suddenly a bit apprehensive. He looked around not wanting anyone in his school knowing about his thoughts concerning slavery. "Gees Dad. Not here! Can we talk about this later?"

"No son. It has to be now. I need to tell you about some difficulties I'm having with my current finances."

His Dad briefly explained. To Kevin's credit he was concerned. "But Dad you just HAVE to do something. Toby has to stay with you. You just can't let him be taken."

"Exactly son. That's partly why I am doing this. The other part is to help you. The proceeds I will get from your sale at auction will allow me to keep Toby."

Kevin didn't need his intelligence to figure out something that got him totally alarmed. He suddenly looked at his Dad in fear. "Sale! Dad, what have you done?" The three members of the Slave Authority entered the room. And Kevin was certain why they were there. And though he was frightened to his soul he was also strangely excited even if the fear won out.

"NO! Dad you can't do this! Please." He was about to run from the room when three officials from his school came into the room to witness the legal proceedings, and two of the Slave Authority officials took hold of him while the other touched his neck with an injector. Almost instantly he felt his will almost disappear. The drug was quite effective in eliminating any chance of the boy's struggling yet allow him to be completely and legally cognizant of what was happening. He looked at his Dad with sudden tears running down his face. "Please Dad. I don't want to be a slave. He looked at one of the school officials who had come into the room as a legal witness. "Mr. Proctor, can't you help me?"

"Sorry lad. It is all very proper and legal. But from what your medical records show, I suspect this is for your own benefit."

The dead seriousness of the situation finally hit home as one of the Slave Authority people read from a hand held com. "Kevin Andropov, we are duly authorized to take charge of your person pursuant to writ of Indenture placed before the courts by your legal guardian Gleb Andropov dated this…"

Kevin stopped listening. He looked at his Dad in shock and a feeling of betrayal. He was placed into physical restraints with the usual wide waist belt which held his wrists behind his back, and hobbling shackles on his ankles. But there were also some very conflicting thoughts and emotions making themselves known. Deep down where he was most afraid to look he also felt a kind of elation, excitement, and even anticipation. And of course sexual exhilaration. Kevin felt the tight leather-like restraints binding his both wrists and holding them next to that wide belt behind his back. And the cuffs and hobbles forcing him to make smaller steps. It all excited him so much. And even the very act of being forced to cooperate and go with the Slave Authority guys – that he thought was even more exciting. Even enjoyed. If only he weren't so totally scared at the same time. And bereft, realizing that he no longer had his family or his friends… or his life.

But the entire trip to the State Clinic and his being handled by the people there as if he were already a slave was almost more an adventure than a violation. He had been marched out to the official vehicle and taken directly to one of the State Medical Clinic for evaluation and to corroborate his suitability for long term Indenture. The shock and suddenness of the entire affair, along with some of the drugs which he had been administered to him did not allow any real resistance as he was hurried through the entire procedure. But he did understand everything that was happening and was even surprised at his own reactions. As he was propelled through the small crowd which had gathered about the Authority vehicle – something not commonly seen and eliciting a bit of fear and fascination at the same time – he looked around almost reveling in the strange wonder of being at the center of attention especially from his (former) class mates. Probably his best friend there – although only a person who he met at school – looked right at him as he was stopped at the vehicle's rear portal.

"Kevin, what's you do? What's happenin' ?" The boy seemed more curious than distraught.

Kevin's emotions were totally out of control inside even if the drug he was administered had him reacting phlegmatically. "Dad Indentured me. I'm being enslaved."

"But why? Can they really do that?"

Kevin never got the chance to answer. He was maneuvered into a small compartment in the rear of the vehicle which seemed to scream out to him that his status had totally changed. Though not totally uncomfortable, he was still confined in a way to indicate that he was now no longer a boy with rights or even very many considerations. He was being handled as property. The allusion was strengthened as he saw other objects stored next to him.

A Slave Authority rep spoke: "Now boy. I will release your arms so you can maintain your balance during transport. But make no attempt to resist. If you do you will be put into full body restraint."

The guy seemed to Kevin not to be mean. Just doing his job. And Kevin was surprised at his own reaction. The very idea of 'full body restraint' had him all excited again. And he also realized that he had stopped crying. The excitement of the 'adventure' had so totally engaged his thoughts. As the vehicle took off he thought again about his Dad and then Toby. He was at least glad that Toby would not have to be sold. And he wondered how his brother was going to react. He just communicated with him yesterday and they talked for almost an hour. His brother had all kinds of news about his training and that he had been chosen for advanced training as an environment and government lands curator. Kevin tried to mention about his visits with Dr. Bensteen and all that but he could not get up the courage to broach the subject. So Ben knew nothing about any of this. He wondered if he would ever be allowed to talk or visit with his brother again. He was quite depressed at the prospect. But he knew that Toby even saw his birth mother at least once a year so maybe…

However, Kevin started crying again as he thought about just what his Dad had done to him. He understood in part why but still… And he also was starting to realize that just maybe he'd have done all this voluntarily if there had been absolutely no other way to save Toby from resale to pay his father's debts. If only…

And then a very perverse thought engaged his attention. Just the idea of being 'forced' into slavery held quite an allure. Maybe that Doc was right. Maybe his Dad really WAS doing him a favor. But DAMN he was scared.

In the clinic Kevin was stripped naked and subjected to the state medical evaluation. He was both frightened and excited as he was forced to take off his clothes. That drug was starting to wear off and he was threatened with even worse drug treatments if he resisted in any way. As he dropped his inner pants he became secretly thrilled. Here he was exposing himself and his most intimate boy parts to total strangers. Sure he had been naked in public showers and back at home when he and Toby had explored each other's body. Of course there had been no touching then. Now all manner of touching occurred and he was totally mortified as he sprung the hardest boner of his young life. And what was worse, one of the technicians commented on how underdeveloped his genitals were for his age.

"Look, Phil. It's barely 4 inches [10 cm] and look how thin. Sure this kid's 15?"

And except for receiving directions, he was treated as an object. Or more properly – as a slave. And that in itself had Kevin more excited. He was just content to allow what was happening to him happen. What was he going to do anyway? Fight his way out of the place? One of the guys looked at him strangely when he started laughing.

The first part of the medical exam consisted of all those scans he'd already had. But then something different. He was seated on a chair with all kinds of monitors attached to him as he was projected into a 360-holo of all kinds of situations. As it progressed he was asked if he identified with any of the people he saw in the varying scenarios. It seemed to last forever, especially the part which showed boys in all manner of sexual positions with men, and slaves under all manner of situations. In fact he was totally astonished as he saw scenes he had not even imagined. Boys being forced to act as animals. Being forced into BEING animals. Boys being forced into all manner of sexual and strange situations. But the only ones which had him really fearful were those scenes in which the boys were tortured. And holy shit! Some of the means of torture he's never even known existed. Most of this kind of thing had totally deflated his genital arousal. Though it elicited a certain kind of fascination, he realized that he really did not want to have to experience that much pain. Shit! Pain hurt! And there was one scene in particular which had him so startled. There was this boy who seemed to take delight in being tortured. In fact he seemed to even have a dry orgasm during his ordeal. Kevin had heard of this happening but never quite believed that it could be true, and definitely had never seen it with his own eyes.

Eventually he was released from the chair and told to go into the next room to shower and clean his mouth. He was surprised when he found himself alone for the first time that day. In the shower he decided to do what he'd done so many times before. Making certain he was not observed he masturbated. He was surprised when his penis leaked out a not insubstantial amount of clearish liquid. More than ever before. Of course, unknown to him, this too was actually recorded. And analyzed.

He was then given a totally shapeless cloak to wear. It looked like a rectangular cloth bag which went down almost to his knees and just had holes for his arms. Not even a belt. He felt so exposed even with it on as the air hit his genitals and butt. He spent the time in an area of the county jail that he never knew existed. There were four locked rooms. He was put into one. It was totally featureless, about 6 feet [1.8 m] square, and simply had a bed and an ugly waste disposal unit. And although he was fed, the food was tasteless. And damn he was BORED! Absolutely nothing to do. Except lay down and think. About all that had happened and imagining all manner of what was going to happen. Twelve years! As a slave! He started crying. What if he was just forced into a boy brothel? Would that be too bad? Or maybe even worse, affixed to a work station in some factory? He'd much prefer the brothel. But he was pretty old for that. And he had to admit there was nothing very special about his looks. Not like Toby whom he thought one of the cutest boys around with his beautiful brown skin, perfectly formed body, and amazing smile. And his cute boy parts. And Toby said that for the most part he LIKED servicing the men where he grew up. Of course Kevin realized that Toby had known practically nothing else. But the allure of sex, and even being forced to allow his own body to be used by others got him all so excited again. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad after all. But he had really wished to find someone special. Maybe not an actual master – that was simply too extreme – but someone who could have that kind of sex with him but who would also them to be a real couple. He had read so many romantic fictions on his com lately. And he dreamed of someone special. Someone to give him a secure life. And someone he could give himself to.

Kevin cried himself to sleep.

The very next morning, as he again found himself confined to a small padded box in the rear of a ground-car, Kevin realized that sometime during the night his brain must have worked out a solution – or a partial one – to his fear for his future. And a decision. In fact for the first time since his Dad had delivered him to the Slave Authority, he felt happy. Maybe things could be OK. Even if he had to be a slave. In fact the idea of being a slave seemed to have lost its sting IF things could actually work out. And now he was so grateful about two things. One, his genetic codes WOULD allow him to be modified – that was so important. The other thing was that his chances of getting himself owned by just ONE master sort of like his Dad and Toby would be infinitely more assured IF he could do what he wanted. He'd have to find out. He knew that all children being brought to the Children's Disposition Court, had to be given an Advocate. That guy should be able to advise him. He hoped.

Everything felt so strange. First of all Kevin realized that he now had almost NO control over what was happening to him. That was really scary. But at least he now had hope. And he was somehow elated at the prospect of being a slave of a master who would actually care for him. If only that could come true. He was released from the boy cage and again manacled into that waist belt and hobbles and then brought into that exact same building where he had been made him a foster son of Gleb Andropov. That day had been so happy. Now he was to be formally put into Class One Indentured Slave status with a full 12 year term. At least he wasn't naked even if he almost felt that way with the thin garment he was wearing. And he wondered now how Toby was so at ease with being naked all the time. Especially out in public! And damn he was cold in the morning air.

Fortunately he was ushered into an almost featureless room where it was at least warm. And he felt a strange exhilaration somehow that he couldn't quite understand. Like everyone was centering their attention on him. At least it wasn't boring any more. He thought he'd go bonkers in that room all night. Now he understood why Toby thought the worst punishment he'd been given by his master was being put into his punishment room – with NOTHING to do but just sit there.

He was taken out of his reverie being addressed by a scary court official. Damn the guy was big. Of course at barely 5 foot and a few inches[~1.60 m], most adults were big.

"Listen up boy. Just cooperate. You will be brought before the judge and formally put into Indenture. You are not allowed to speak. Only if asked a question. Understand boy?"

Kevin was shaking again. "Yes sir."

"Just cooperate. The sooner you realize that obedience is your ONLY alternative, the better things will be. And if you speak out of turn, even once, you will be gagged. You will have a court appointed Advocate. Any questions you will ask him – before the judge takes the bench. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

Kevin was suddenly aware that his boner was pushing out his thin garment its full 4 inches [10 cm]. Damn! He knew with certainty that everyone would notice. And his hands were firmly held behind him. He hoped that he would be seated as soon as possible. He was brought into the court room where a smattering of other people were seated or standing, both adults and kids. It seemed all the adults totally ignored him but several of the kids looked at him with some mixture of fear and fascination. It was funny. Kevin seemed to actually like being the center of so many speculative stares. If only his boner would quit.

Finally he was seated next to a guy who introduced himself as his legal Advocate. "Listen. I do not want to hear anything at all about how come, or if you can get out of this. I looked at all the documents and the medical report. There is nothing remiss. The Slave Authority medical concurs. This is totally legal and will happen. You will be put into a full 12 year Indenture. If you have any questions now is the time to ask them. After the judge takes the bench it is too late."

Kevin found some reserve of courage and did ask the one question which he hoped would help his situation. The Advocate and he spoke for almost 10 minutes. And Kevin was now crying with the realization that his plan was feasible. He was allowed to do as he wanted. Now if he could actually get the courage to just implement his plan. Of course the only thing he had to do was say one word, and maybe answer some questions. He was sure his Dad would be surprised. He knew his Dad would be there, it was required by law. He also wondered if he'd get to see Toby again. Too bad his brother was half a continent away.

Suddenly his legs went to rubber as the judge entered the courtroom. Amazingly Kevin recognized him. The same guy who put him into fostership with his Dad. But now instead of a glowing happiness, he felt a sort of dread, mixed with a strange exhilaration. It was all very formal. His was the very first case. He was glad he would not have to wait, but it seemed all eyes were glued onto him – and his boner that simply would not quit. Especially since he and his advocate had to stand. The judge started off by asking the writ of Indenture be red and entered into the formal data record.

Next his Dad was asked to corroborate his intention to put his son into the 12 year Indenture. Next the state medical guy also testified. Then the judge addressed his Advocate.

"Are there any questions or petitions at this time?"

"No your honor."

"Very well. Kevin Andropov, formerly know as Kevin Brown, you are hereby remanded into the custody of the Slave Authority to serve 12 years as a Class One Indentured Slave under the provisions of the Aligned Nations Indenture Laws and our own Federal Slavery Laws. As I make this declaration be it known that this is a final determination and there can be no appeal. Kevin Andropov do you understand just what I have stated?"

Kevin could barely make himself heard. "Yes your honor." he knew that any other answer would draw a formal reprimand.

"Very well, so be it."

A tone sounded as a formal crystal data record was made. Kevin couldn't help it. It was an amazingly emotional event. Tears streamed down his face as this final announcement – so terrible in its finality – and he almost collapsed with the realization that he was now a slave. At least for 12 years. Then the judge asked his advocate if there was anything else which he had prepared for adjudication or petition concerning the newly Indentured slave.

"Yes, there are two additional petitions your honor."

This was actually somewhat unusual and not anticipated. There was a sudden hush over most of the people in the room. Especially Gleb Andropov himself. What in the Seven Depths of Denebian Darkness was going on?

The judge quickly reestablished quiet. "Very well, proceed."

The Advocate continued: "Under the provision of our own State Slavery Laws, section 4, paragraphs one through eight, and the Consensual Slavery Laws of the Aligned Nations to which we are a signatory, we petition the court to allow Kevin Andropov to appeal for formal status as a Class Two permanent slave. The petitioner is fully cognizant of the nature and consequences of this petition and is of sufficient mental faculties and legal position to ask for such a status. He realizes also that in doing so he relinquishes all rights of citizenship and its inherent rights and will now be subject to those imposed by our statues and those explicitly expressed in section seven of the Consensual Slavery Law of the Aligned Nations of 621 AF. He would further petition that all remuneration of his sale at the Slave Auction be rendered into the account of one Gleb Andropov."

Kevin felt a stab of fear run through him realizing that he had actually done this. That indeed if this petition is granted he would never be free again. That he'd be a slave for the entirety of his life. But it was the only way to insure that he would be sold to someone wanting his own personal slave boy. He now hoped that he could get a master who could fulfill his dreams of at least a caring relationship. He was not fearful too much about being a slave. He could even sort of like that if only…

Kevin's thoughts were interrupted as he heard a loud gasp behind him. He turned around to see it was made by his own brother! Ben was actually there. Next to his father who was looking at him incredulously.

A tone sounded and his Advocate physically turned him around to face the judge.

The judge even showed a modicum of surprise. Especially considering the original petitioner was the boy's legal guardian and was in fact non-consensual.

"Is the petitioner of sufficient age and mental capacity?"

Kevin did look at least two years younger that his chronological age. And he realized that he was supposed to have had a birthday party the next day when he turned 16.

"Yes your honor. Kevin will turn 16 tomorrow and for the purposes of this petition he is legally allowed to petition the court the day before his 16 birthday if that court does not convene on that specific day."

"You of course are correct counselor. I will recess the court for twenty minutes to review the petition and all relevant documents. I will then make my determination. Court is adjourned and will reconvene at precisely 9:35."

Kevin collapsed into his seat shaking. He realized that for all practical purposes it was all over. He would become a slave for life. He suddenly became aware of his brother trying to get his attention. There was a murmur all around him but right now all he could focus on was his brother.

"Damn Kevin what in Deneb is going on? How could you be doing all this?"

Kevin was wondering what his Dad had told his brother. He looked back and there was his Dad standing with that same look of incomprehension and unless he was imagining it, a touch of fear. He wondered what that was all about.

He needed suddenly to talk with him. He tried to answer Ben by saying he'd explain in a minute and asked his Advocate: "Sir, may I speak with my Dad? Am I allowed?"

Eventually his Advocate, along with two people from the Slave Authority, escorted him to a small room adjacent to the courtroom and there was not only his Dad, but Toby, who he almost laughed at seeing him squirm in his slave cloak which he had probably not worn for at least a year. Kevin realized it was not too unlike what he was wearing and felt an almost total link with his Dad's slave.

Toby seemed to be imploring his master to speak. Kevin, however, asked if he could speak to his Dad alone. Well he almost got his request. One of the Slave Authority guys remained.

His Dad was the first to blurt out. "Damn Kevin what in the Deepest Depth of Denebian Darkness and Desolation has come over you? All you had to do was to put up with 12 short years and you would even be given a substantial Freedom Bonus with which to restart your life. But now!"

Kevin looked daggers at his own father. He felt a rising anger. He thought: "Just 12 short years' indeed. Let HIM live as a slave for 12 years."

"Fuck you Dad. It was you who did this to me to begin with."

"Kevin you can't know what you're doing. I forbid it. You will NOT allow yourself to be committed to a life as a slave."

"Now who is being the hypocrite? YOU were the one who put me into a 12 year Indenture AGAINST MY WILL! It is YOU who has Toby as a life long slave. And it is YOU who wanted to keep him and so sacrificed his own son to do so!"

Kevin could not have understood how much he had stabbed his own father. Who was indeed starting to regret his decision. He'd have saved Toby some how – although he still could not think of any other options.

"Kevin. I am truly sorry. I let my need to keep Toby not just with me but even safe to cloud my decision. But Kevin, this is insane. This is for LIFE!"

Kevin started to waver. Not about the life sentence he had committed himself too – or was determined to do. But about his judgment of his Dad. Even the slave psychologists asked him to consider becoming a slave. And he definitely was glad about Toby.

"Dad, we only have a couple minutes. Two things. I will try to forgive you." Kevin did not understand how he got the courage to say that but for everyone's sakes, especially Toby and his brother, he had to. "And please stop worrying so much. This way I will hopefully be bought by someone like you – wanting a slave boy to cherish. In fact I'm even looking forward to that, even if I'm scared shitless at the same time. Ask Toby when you get home. He will explain all we talked about. But I need to know. What have you told Ben or Toby?"

Gleb realized that he had to tell his son the truth. That he had been a coward and had told them that his son had voluntarily accepted the 12 year Indenture. He told Kevin that. And was surprised at his son's reply.

"Good. Don't say anything different. Just tell them that I NOW have decided on class two slavery. In fact that part is the truth. Please, they needn't have to know anything more. You understand why don't you Dad?" At that moment Gleb realized that his son was a better man than he was. And that his son was more mature than he thought. "I will do that son. And please I am sorry. I just couldn't lose Toby. And I made myself believe that Indenture was best for you."

Kevin was certain that his Dad was being truthful. But he was just a bit saddened that he realized that his Dad did choose his slave over his son. Of course he realized that he too had rationalized away a lot of things he had not been proud of.

"Dad, did it ever occur to you that just maybe, if you had told me about possibly losing Toby before all this, that I may have volunteered to Indenture to save him from being sold?"

Kevin wasn't sure if he really could have done that and felt just a bit guilty about it. Of course now it was totally moot. But he also realized something else. Though still really frightened about his future and how he could withstand being a slave, he was also seeing the possibility of a good future. He also realized that sexually he LIKED the idea. Now if only…

Someone came in the room saying that he had to return to court.

"Dad, please tell Ben and Kevin that I am doing this myself. Please, they do not need to know any different. And maybe Dr. Bensteen will be proven right. That being a real slave is in fact best."

Kevin was propelled, almost literally, back into court where the judge asked him to rise and hear his decision.

"Kevin Andropov. Is it your wish to be granted the status as a Class Two slave for life?"

"Yes your honor." It came out as an almost unrecognizable croak.

"And you realize that by doing so you permanently relinquish all rights of citizenship except for those few safeguards implicit under Unified Law and by treaty?"

"Yes your honor."

The judge now addressed the guy from the State Slave Authority Medical office. "Can you confirm that Kevin Andropov to be of sufficient mental ability, of sufficient mental and emotional predisposition, and to understand what he is petitioning and its consequences and is not under any compulsion either by person or drug?"

"I can so confirm your honor."

"Very well. After carefully reviewing the petition and all relevant facts, I hereby grant the wish of the petitioner. I hereby grant Kevin Andropov, formerly Kevin Brown, his petition to be enslaved under the provisions of Unified Statute, Number 2158, section one, and the Aligned Nations Consensual Slavery Law, section 7, so be it."

A tone sounded again confirming the encryption in crystal permanence the granting of his petition and forever and without possibility of revocation, his status as a slave. Kevin started crying. It was totally impossible to stop his emotions being broadcast through the court. His brother again he could hear make some noise but there were no recognizable words.

Several of the other kids in court, along with a few adults, looked at him like he had just agreed to swallow a Busby Devil-Mouse nest. Or worse. One kid, however, looked at him as if just wondering. Kevin looked down and saw that the kid too had a perceptible boner. And he realized that he had finally lost his.

He also started trembling. Now what would happen?

The judge started speaking. "All pertinent information concerning this petition and all records both personal and public concerning Kevin Andropov, now a Class Two Slave, will be entered into the International Slave Registry database. In addition, the Slave Authority will convey petitioner, Kevin Andropov forthwith to the National Slavery Compound at Calais, where his name will be put into the public auction database, and where he will be put on public auction no later than 32 September, --- AF. It is so decreed."

Kevin was sure glad he had the opportunity to speak with his brother and Toby after the proceedings. He was again escorted out of the court by the Slave Authority. His brother was waiting and the Authority guys said he had 15 minutes. They spoke about several inconsequentials when Ben finally brought up the obvious.

"Damn Kev, now you have gone beyond total bonkers! Dad said that you are like Toby. But I still can't understand how you can do this. Toby had no choice, but you…"

"Look Ben. I chose this on my own. Totally. And talk with Toby, I know you two have never been real close but you might learn something. Toby is happy even if you find that strange."

"I never thought about it that much, just that Toby was just Toby, Dad's slave and sex boy. But how can you… I don't know Kev. Well, I will be thinking of you."

"Same here Ben. And wow. I can't believe how strange this all feels. Like look at me. I can't even move hardly. I always wondered how Toby could be handled like this with his harness and all."

"Yeah, but where I always thought Toby was just conditioned to like that stuff, you however, seemed to actually wonder what it would be like having all that stuff done to you. I always knew you were strange."

Kevin realized that his brother knew more about him that he thought. "Well I do now. And damn." Kevin looked around to make sure no one was listening. "It's so arousing."

They only had several minutes. Kevin's Dad and Toby were now also there. And another boy Kevin only vaguely remembered from school a couple years younger.

The boy, seemed a bit afraid but seemingly with a new determination approached Kevin. He recognized now that this was also the kid from court.

"Hi. My name's Jandu. Remember me from science club? I just wanted to ask how you got the nerve to do this. I mean, wow. I don't know if I would ever be brave enough. Especially with MY parents. They don't even like the fact I like other boys. But just wanted you to know I hope you get a good master. I just wish… Well I think you know."

Kevin looked at Jandu with new eyes. "Well Peter so do I. Hope I get a good master that is."

Peter suddenly ran back toward the food court across the parkway.

Toby was there smiling. "Damn Kev. How come you never told me you were really goin' to do this? Master said you even made yourself like me – a real slave, not just temporary. Hope you get a good master like me. I been so lucky. Specially since I am now realizing just what could have happened. But I was able to get modified. Master said you can too now. Wow. Hope you like what your master does to you."

Kevin watched as his Dad hovered nearby. For Toby's sake he leaned against his Dad even though he still had real mixed feelings about what his father had done. And what his himself had done. He couldn't move his arms in front to hug him but his Dad got the message, and Kevin was shocked to see tears in his Dad's eyes.

"Kevin please be happy."

"Dad, it's real scary. I can hardly believe I'm actually going to be auctioned off. I'm just hoping that I will eventually get to see you all again."

His Dad replied: "They say by law that your master must allow us to see each other for at least three hours every year. But that's just the minimum required by law. Of course we're hoping to see you more than that."

His brother eventually butted in again: "Hay Kev. Can I have all your things, including your new 360-holo game array and your game cubes? Toby said you can't own anything anymore."

For the first time in a couple days Kevin actually gave out a heart felt laugh. He then felt a hand on his shoulder. "Time's up boy. We've got to get you ready for transport. We need to get you to Calais by tomorrow night."

Kevin determinedly refused to look back as the remnant of his previous life felt as if it were passing away in the very steps he heard with his family's retreat. He was quite afraid. He had understood enough from Toby to recognize that one's preconceived concepts of just what it meant to BE a slave was vastly different from the real thing. Yet he was strangely excited. He also hoped that he had made the right decision. The idea of a permanent master, especially with the emphasis on permanent, consoled a part of him he did not realized 'til now needed consoling. He just hoped that at least some measure of his anticipated future life was as his romantic soul imagined it to be. He did know from living with Toby that a master and slave actually could love each other, even if that love was quite different from what was typically imagined between two lovers.

Kevin trembled at the thought that it was all too real. He was going to be put up for auction. The idea scared him but excited him at the same time. In fact the whole thing was starting to get him so excited all over again. He soon found himself in the same small box but this time his hands were not released. He lay on the floor rolled up trying not to get bounced around too much. And damn he was hungry. He couldn't eat much before. And that was one thing he knew he had to get used to. Probably he would never again decide when he was going to eat, or a whole lot of everything else. But he was surprised to realize that the very worst thing about being a slave – at least so far – was being bored! He decided to entertain himself about fantasizing about his future, and was dreaming about a master who was so sexy and would make him do all kinds of sex stuff. He got so aroused he tried to rub his throbbing penis on the soft floor of his box. He eventually had some relief with another dry orgasm. Well not perfectly dry. And that brought him one thing that really scared him. Would his new master ever allow him to even have orgasms? He shuddered just thinking about the alternative. But he tried to tell himself that his master would want him to be happy, or so he hoped. Well too late now. Some time later Kevin was thinking about how come the ride was so long, and if they were ever going to let him pee.

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