Dirt

Jawhar, Consensual Slaveboy

A BoyToys, Inc Universe story

Chapter Three
Muyassar and Jawhar

Kevin

The only thing of note, other than being made to do everything under the eye of some functionary if usually by remote camera, was when he had been invested with his temporary collar. That had sure been an emotional moment and full of psychological implications. Now he understood just why Toby had been so emotional and even possessive about his own permanent slave collar.

"Kevin, my slave collar is the only thing I can actually think of as my own."

He never before just how an emotional thing it was. It not only represented so much about which his life now consisted, but even had practical applications. He wondered just what the 'obedience function' would feel like. Toby tried to tell him but it seemed so impossible to really understand.

But finally something was actually happening, at least something which required his own participation as a full 360-holo was recorded. All he saw were a couple technicians working the recording equipment. And the same blank room he'd been stored in – that's how he thought of it – since he had been brought here – wherever here was. Hell, he'd not even seen another boy. He may as well have been in his home town. Hell, for all he knew he still could have been. All that has happened so far was making him pose naked for the holo cameras several times and answer all kinds of questions. And holy damn! Some of those views had him so hard. They not only once had a camera less than four inches [10 cm] from his penis but he had to bend over so his poop hole could be recorded. At first being on naked display like that was so embarrassing but eventually he got sort of used to it. At least he wasn't being paraded in public like he'd imagined he would be. In fact he finally discovered that the entire auction was done via the WSI Net. And he had even been looking forward to being put on naked display like he'd read in some fictional novels.

At least some of the questions gave him good hope of getting a single master.

"Would you mind being kept naked all the time?"

"You are a Class Two consensual slave. Would you willingly allow yourself to be modified as far as the law allows?"

"Would it matter if this modification made you totally dependent upon your master?"

"Would you agree to severe physical modifications as permitted by law?"

"Would you consent to be gene-spiced with non human DNA?"

Wow, That question scared him! Was it even legal?

Kevin finally learned that for Consensual Class Two Slaves, the law allowed all manner of modifications, but most required his acquisition, and some of the more extreme, were not allowed. And that Class Two Slaves never underwent brain pathway modification which could alter their basic personality. He decided to answer all the above in the affirmative. It would give him his best chance to acquire a master who wanted a slave companion and not just a work slave or sex toy.

"Would you think you could enjoy being tortured? Would you willingly agree to be modified so that you could withstand up to level four torture?"

He was scared about this kind of thing and had to be told what class four torture was. Wow, being hit by flogs or straps or canes. All the way to minor electro and force-field torture. Toby never even mentioned any of those worst things. He realized that Toby had been right when he said that his Dad only did pretty tame things to him. If any torture could be called 'tame.' He honestly replied that he definitely didn't look forward to any torture. But if his master commanded, well, he was a slave after all. So basically he answered yes to that too. And shuddered. And cried.

"What do you feel is the most important thing you need to do to keep your master happy and satisfied?"

"What is the most important thing you think is needed to keep you happy and satisfied?"

And at that moment he realized that like Toby said, being cherished and cared-for was paramount.

There were a lot more, but most of the questions he figured must have been posed by masters wanting a single slave boy. He was optimistic even if there was a certain dread deep down which was nearly overwhelming him at times. What if…

But now Kevin was just setting on a cushioned chair – wow, cushioned! – totally naked awaiting any possible interview. They called it a measuring. Like he would be 'measured' for his future situation. Truth be told he was actually anticipating being questioned via holo-link not just in front of someone who had bid on him, but for once he would be able to see the person. And totally naked to boot. His erection would not quiet down. And now the wait. That was so far the worst of what these couple weeks had been about. Just the waiting. Obeying was easy. It was the just waiting with nothing to do but think that was so tedious.

Kevin allowed his mind to wander back to his trip here. Holy shit they put him into a crate! At least that was what he thought it was at first. They called it a SafeSecure transport boy cage. They seemed to think this was an everyday occasion but for him, wow. He had been told to get naked. That 'get naked' was totally amazing. He was SO hard he thought the skin of his small penis was going to split. And this time there were no drugs to either curb his anxiety and fear or dull his emotions. And did it really get him so aroused! And that was when he discovered something about himself. He absolutely enjoyed being put naked into the thing. He also found himself just laying back and enjoying what was being done to him. And the reality of being handled like that was so much better than any fantasy. Even being in a holo-dramatization.

"Ok kid, you know this is going to happen. So just let it. We will first be putting attachments into your orifices and then putting you into that transport cage over there."

Over there was a big crate with a metal frame about four feet [120 cm] long, one and a half feet [45 cm] wide, and except for one end, about two feet [60 cm] high. The back he discovered later opened downward and his body was positioned inside with his legs and arms separated into their own 'sleeves.' After the back was brought up and closed only his head was free. Of course that too was soon enclosed within the molded special 'memory foam' while mini-force fields kept his body totally fixed in its secure enclosure. And the attachments put into his penis and mouth, kept him hydrated and emptied, while the plug in his butt kept him from messing himself and the tube into his nostril provided him with his air. He was also surprised how comfortable it all was – at first. Of course that butt thing eventually got to be quite annoying. But not really painful.

All this might sound simple, but holy damn! Nothing had EVER been put into his piss slit or his rectum before, at least as far as he could remember. He had been placed naked onto a bench and this long tube was actually pushed into his penis. He couldn't believe how long it was.

"Don't worry boy. It has to reach your bladder. We can't have you peeing yourself can we?"

He just lay there allowing it to happen. It was so arousing to have his penis touched like that. The entire process was fascinating and he was left with only a short tube peeking out of his penis slit. The thing put into his butt was at first scary but it too was a really great experience. Until it was expanded. He shouted more from the surprise though than from the discomfort. Eventually, by the end of the 17 hour transport, he really was ready for it to be removed. Even if it sort of stimulated him from time to time.

But it was that horrible mouth gag which was so annoying and uncomfortable. And it actually adhered to his lips and was totally unlodgable. At least when he sucked on it he got a short squirt of liquid. But his entire episode of being placed into that small enclosure had his entire attention and he just enjoyed it as it unfolded.

Of course after 17 hours he was REALLY ready to be let go. Even if the transport was reasonably comfortable. But all he could do was think. And damn his imagination, and later his dreams, would not allow him too much 'rest.' He kept envisioning all kinds of calamities. He had to keep reassuring himself that everything would be OK. After all didn't Toby end up OK? Fortunately he dozed off and on.

Of course it was with a lot of fear and trepidation when he was finally brought to a state transport facility and literally had his 'box' carried into a room where he was finally released.

But the worst thing was NOT what was done to him – he again only had that simple bag-like cloak to wear, and the food was plentiful if not exciting. The worst was what was NOT done to him. He spent almost two weeks – he was so informed – doing little but thinking. And his imagination kept bringing to mind all manner of troubles. If they had just installed a holo. Just a simple holo!

A noise. Someone was opening the door to his mostly bare 6 by 3 [1.8 m by 0.9 m] room. He was led out totally naked into a room where he'd made his appearances. By this time he was reasonably used to being shown naked and he even didn't have a boner all the time now. Only almost all the time.

The first two 'interviews' were relatively short and even disappointing. One of the guys didn't even ask any questions. Just ordered him to display himself and said he was looking for a boy for his son. The other guy was actually pretty nice. But he didn't seem enthusiastic enough. After all here he was supposed to be on auction to be a life long slave. The guy should act different somehow although he couldn't figure just how.

But it was the third one who REALLY surprised him. The guy came in person! Live in the flesh. He was so nervous and self conscious. And damn he was so again conscious of his nakedness! And wow the guy was amazing. And he couldn't say exactly why. Of course he was really attracted to people of really dark ethnicity, but that guy was really BLACK. Even if he was just average otherwise, but he had some kind a sure presence.

I totally didn't know how to act. I just stood there as the guy stared at me. He was so totally serious. This I thought was more like it. Even if I was scared stiff.

"So boy. You opted for consensual slavery?"

I gulped. I had trouble answering. Holy shit here I was standing naked in front of some guy who was expecting me to actually concentrate enough to answer questions. But finally I did answer and just decided to give him the absolute truth. What else?

"Yes sir." I was finally able to croak out.

"So you only did so AFTER you were already Indentured."

"Yes sir."

"I want a boy totally willing to be my slave. How do I know you are now totally willing?"

I didn't know how to answer. Somehow this guy seemed so… I don't know, but something about him I liked. "Sir, I am willing. Just so…"

He prompted: "Just so what?"

"Well, I need a master to really care about me. I could make you a good slave. I know about it,… honest. My best friend is a slave. My Dad's slave. So I'm telling you honest."

"So boy. You know about being a slave. You think. If I buy you I will expect total obedience and submission. You still want to be my slave?"

"Yes sir. I think. I mean I want to be a good slave. I guess I can't be certain I'd be a good slave but I'd try."

"And how do I know this is the truth?"

"Because I have to tell the truth. I mean I'm a slave!"

I didn't know how else to answer. But Toby wouldn't have even thought about not telling the truth. He said that slaves had to always be perfectly honest. Even if it got them a punishment. I was surprised at the man's reaction. He laughed. Quite loudly.

"Come here boy."

I stood next to him. He then started fondling my genitals. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. "I know your data file. You like that, I'm sure. I will do much more to you than that. Only one more question boy. I want a boy a bit smaller. And younger. If I am able to buy you I will be sending you to be modified. I want a black boy first of all. And a boy physically about six or seven. I've been told that you can be gene-spliced for such modifications. There would be a few other changes too."

I gulped. 'Black!' I guess that part was ok, but 'six or seven!'? I looked at him and all I could think to say was: "Yes sir."

He must have seen my expression. "Yes, I want a boy I can totally handle. And I happen to prefer a boy at about age six or seven. Maybe 3½ to 4 feet [1-1.20 m] and perhaps about 40 pounds [18 kg]. I want my boy on the slim side."

My mind boggled. Could they actually do that? But of course I wouldn't have any choice. Or did I? But I was strangely thrilled. This guy was so really serious. And damn he really attracted me sexually! I think to many people he'd be classified as almost ugly. All those real strong ethnic features. Unusual for Bundus III. But somehow, to me, he was… nice.

"Yes master." I couldn't help myself. I smiled.

The guy seemed to be listening to something I couldn't hear. Probably one of those new com devices. He said something to the air in front of him. He then looked at me and started fondling my penis and testicles again.

"I had several monitors on you boy. And I can see that you really would be willing to be my slave. You said that you wanted a master who cared for his slave. Well I want a slave who willingly wants to be his master's slave. I think you will do well. Your readings are pretty conclusive. I have been looking for several years for just the right boy. Of course your life as my slave will not be easy. I will be very demanding and you will only do as I direct. I will maintain complete control at all times."

I was scared but strangely thrilled at the same time. "Master, thank you. Please, I want to be your slave."

At least I thought I did. It was still pretty scary. But for the first time in two weeks I was so hopeful. And thrilled.

"We will both know that in several hours. If I do manage to gain possession of you I will be immediately shipping you to a place where they are very good at boy alterations, BoyToys, Inc. There is only one more thing you need to know. Except to allow for sexual arousal and extreme stimulation, your mind will NOT be modified. Of course you are a Class Two Slave so the law precludes much else. But I want a totally willing boy. Not one made willing."

I smiled. I was sort of glad. But I also realized it could then even be harder. Oh well, I sure hoped this guy would win the auction. I wondered how rich he was. Well I realized that just to afford me and have all those modifications done he had to be rich. I laughed at the thought.

He asked what was amusing. I told him.

He didn't look too old either. Definitely younger than my Dad although rich guys could afford all kinds of things to keep them young looking. And shit, if he could make me younger, I guess if he had the right genetic codes he could do the same to himself. I started fantasizing about being a small black kid. I was starting to like the idea. And damn, I almost had an orgasm as he was fondling me. And that was the only thing I worried about. Could a six year old even HAVE orgasms? I didn't know. But somehow I didn't care too much. I was also starting to like the idea of being cared for so intimately. I was smiling as I was led back to my room. Or cell as I came to think of it.

Several hours later I was again in a transport cage on my way to this BoyToy place. I was so delighted to find out that indeed the black guy now owned me. I hadn't even know his name until the Slave Authority guy there said that I was now owned by a Mr. Muyassar Khaldun. I had asked who that was and was told he was the last one to talk to me. But now I was wondering what all those 'other modifications' were going to be. I smiled as I thought: "I suppose I will eventually find out."

Muyassar Khaldun

The very first thing he had done was to provide for his Dad and his brothers and sisters. Too bad his Mom had died so young. And that was another thing. He was now determined to follow the example of his mother and to help as many people as he could. Of course he will have an absurdly greater amount of money and recourses than his mother had ever had; but Muyassar also believed that it rarely was beneficial to merely just to give money away. Sure there would always some people in specific need. But more importantly he decided that he was going to build some industrial complexes in as many places as his new wealth would permit, and where there was the worst poverty. His Dad had worked all his life and was barely able to enjoy life. He wanted to help people to prosper, not just grab for a handout.

And of course he could now also indulge in his life long secret desire. He suspected his Dad would not approve but it was his life. And besides, the boy was a consensual slave even if first put into Indenture against his will. He would also have to look up his boy's father. He had another son and even a slave. Quite interesting. He already knew most of the story but still he thought it important to know them on a more personal level. He would have to see to it. It might prove interesting.

Now to see to other important issues. He had just endowed a university in his home town. And he was also providing for several hundred scholarships to disadvantaged youths.

And Muyassar had just gotten a delectably evil thought. He definitely wanted his slave to get a good education. He wanted a boy who could be an equal partner in at least that respect. And although he was having him modified to be a six year old physically, the boy's cognitive development was to be left entirely intact, even if emotionally he would also be regressed quite a bit. Intelligence was another aspect which he had sought for in his slave and his new slave was quite well above average in that department. He chuckled when he discovered that his own slave was every bit as intelligent as he was. Maybe more so! And that brought another thought. He wondered. It would seem that those boys who made the best willing slaves were for some reason quite intelligent. Maybe he'd have to investigate that at some later date. But now as to his evil thought. He wondered how a conservative institution as he knew this university to be would enjoy having a seemingly naked black six year old boy matriculate there. He smiled at the apoplectic reaction from its staid alumni and staff. Oh well, one thing he learned, money could buy almost anything. He suspected they would gasp only in private if he threw enough money their way. Well, to be practical, he most likely would be sending his slave to that rich kid's university near where he now had his new estate. Even there, the boy would gather more than a stare. Much more! Might even be better. A slave going to a high up mucky-muck school. Muyassar smiled at the fantasized image. And that even though most of his slave's education would be by remote holo-station within his own demesne, certain educational needs would require the boy's occasional physical presence on campus. And besides, he definitely wanted his boy with him as much as possible.

Muyassar turned a few heads walking back to the carport as he laughed aloud. And after the university thing he would return to his new estate where his new 'dungeon' was being installed. Although probably to be used only on occasion, his boy would be in for quite another kind of education. His new slave boy was definitely in for a surprise; his image of a slave was more like that of his friend Toby, while it is MY image of a slave which he will have to mold himself to – a slave severely more restricted both physically and in what he would be allowed to do without explicit permission or command. The boy had also mentioned that he definitely did not like the prospect of being tortured. But he was a slave after all. He'd get used to it. Though that which Muyassar contemplated would by most not be considered torture. But even this he would lead his boy in by steps. He would submit. After all, the data he'd gotten on the boy indicated that he'd submit willingly enough if he had sufficient motivation. Besides, the new modifications would make sure that the boy would withstand minimal to moderate tactile pain with no adverse consequences. Even emotional ones.

Muyassar too wanted a real relationship with the boy. Of course he would not pamper him either. He had to learn what being a slave was all about. Muyassar smiled thinking about all he had in store for the boy. And not just with the dungeon. He knew that the boy had been worried as to whether he'd ever be able or allowed to have his own sexual orgasms. Muyassar realized that it was sex, and sexual expression, which was at the core of a submissive's need and desire to submit to slavery. Thus he would never deprive his slave of that component of his very existence. Of course it was the master who had total control. Muyassar again smiled thinking about the little surprise his boy had in store for him, and other more subtle modifications. The boy would soon discover that his degree of sexual pleasure could be strongly predicated upon his willingness to submit. He had also mentioned to the boy that he would have no brain modifications counter to law, but he never promised anything about memory. It was amazing what they could do these days. He wondered just how the boy would react when he discovered he no longer could remember something he'd known all of his life. Yes indeed, it was a wonderful day.

Kevin

But wow, I was totally unprepared for what I witnessed as they were preparing me for the first of my gene-splices and the modification tank – where I would spend the next several months of my life. All that stuff was actually interesting. First of all my master was there to greet me. This was a surprise, but he told me that a slave's life is very simple. I await the pleasure of my master, and definitely not the other way around. I first saw the room which I called the cage room. That was because this large expanse was literally filled with the same kind of transport cage in which I arrived. And about 20 to 30 of them were occupied.

My master greeted me as I was led from the room where all the attachments had been removed and I was cleaned up. Wow, that thing in my butt was REALLY starting to get to be a literal 'pain in the butt.' (Pun intended). And I could actually open my mouth again! And yes, my voice still worked – pretty much.

My master quickly gained my undivided attention my wacking my divided naked butt halves.

"Boy, your first lesson. A slave obeys and submits. It's what a slave is made for. I want you to totally forget what you ever thought you knew about being a slave. I am definitely not like your father, and you will definitely not be treated like his slave Toby. We may as well get this straight from the start."

I was worried that I was about to do something which would displease my very new master. And then it finally just got through to me. I started crying as the emotions hit me. THIS WAS MY MASTER! I WAS THIS PERSON'S SLAVE! I was stunned. Not disturbed however. I thrilled at the prospect. But still disquieted at his pronouncement. And I was also so suddenly conscious of my nakedness.

I tried to show my master the respect he was due. I bowed my head and simply replied: "Yes master." Just saying that was amazingly emotional and I likened it to saying 'I do' to one's spouse in a marriage ceremony. My voice I think conveyed a lot of what I was feeling. He then surprised me again by simply saying: "I accept you as my slave." It was like we had just been united in some formal rite. And perhaps we were.

"Come here boy."

I struggled to make my limbs move after all those hours in that confining cage. And because of the highly charged nature of the moment I had totally forgotten about the condition of my body – I mean insofar as I was totally naked and my penis had been projecting out in substantial arousal. I mean I was certainly aware of it but it was merely a part of what was happening. I approached my master feeling as happy as I'd ever felt in my life. It felt so right.

"I see that I have chosen more than well. You have given me the gift of yourself. This is just temporary, but you deserve a reward."

My master secured a heavy smooth metallic collar around my neck and then affixed to it a leash. He then secured my hands behind my back by securing a self fastening cuff about each wrist and then securing them together as they overlapped in the small of my back. I was running the greatest emotional high of my short life.

"That is all I brought with me boy, but at least it is both symbolic and demonstrates the reality of our relationship. You exist to serve your master. And your master is the one with total control. You can not completely understand the depth of the control that I will exercise over you but you will learn. For now you need only to know one additional thing. From this moment I expect you to initiate no action which is not explicitly permitted or commanded."

I was shaken a bit by the extreme measure of control my master seemed to have want to exercise over me. But I was definitely willing to submit although I could see that it could prove to be difficult. He was certainly right about one thing. I was not Toby.

But at the feeling of that collar about my neck, I was almost so overcome by emotion that I stumbled as he started leading me on the leash. I never really understood the depth of its significance in the past as I remembered the myriad times I had led Toby at the end of his leash. It was more than a symbol. It was the very exercise of submission. And I was euphoric. And I couldn't wait until I was installed into my permanent slave collar.

I meekly followed my master suddenly realizing that two other people had joined us. My master was being taken on a tour of at least part of the facility. The cage room as I said contained quite a number of cages many of which were holding boys being readied for shipment. I could see all those eyes watching in mute regard from most of the cages which had an opening permitting the inhabitants – I assumed slaves – doing the only thing they could do. I wondered what was to be their final disposition.

The one person who led us I eventually heard called Dr. Pais Erastes. He was the one who did the commenting.

"You see here those slaves already modified as per instructions of their prospective masters. Those five over there are awaiting either pick up by their individual masters or transport. They are part of our newer personal slave program. Your own slave of course is among this same category although only one of them is a consensual slave. Those five cages over there will be loaded shortly onto a ship taking them to the labs of BoyBots, Inc. We have recently instituted a program of cooperation between our respective labs. Those boys will be acquiring a mechanical control in both the volition and more importantly the identity centers of their brains which will essentially control their every action for the remainder of their lives. And of course the remainder of these occupied cages hold our usual models of BoyToys whose designations will mostly include the high end man-boy sex resorts and boy brothels. We are quite proud of our successes in the field of body modifications."

As I had to fight distractions so to follow my master without his tugging on my leash I could not help but gasp out in surprise as I suddenly felt a furry something curl about my upper thigh and actually touch the very sensitive spot between my legs.

My master and I both stopped to peer down at the invading coil – a long furry light brown tail, and the culprit to which it was attached.

"BOY!" Dr. Erastes shouted out much more in exasperation than in real anger.

The 'boy' if one could call it that, quickly withdrew his tail from my startled and deeply aroused person, and made a quite high pitched half-laugh, half-chortle. Except for its own slender silver collar, which contrasted starkly against his mostly fur covered small body, he was entirely naked.

Dr. Pais Erastes pulled the little imp of a strange creature in front of him and seemed to affectionately pet about its shoulders. At first I thought it to be a big monkey, but realized that after closer examination now more resembled a very small boy. And damn he was cute! Somehow the animal parts, well, no. He didn't actually have animal parts, but the entirety of him was animal, well, looked animal LIKE. It was hard to explain. He so obviously was a boy, and by the deviltry I read in his face, with a quite mischievous smile – a bit strange as it looked almost half boy and half monkey, with its odd but cute slightly extended muzzle. Not much but just enough to know it was not pure boy. Below a large moist black button of a nose that came at the end of a barely perceptible upper portion that did not even make a show until well under the heavily hooded and deep set brown eyes. Below that nose came slightly protruding and quite expressive and heavy lips which seemed to be always moving. Like they seemed to mirror the mind that controlled them in extreme curiosity and inquisitiveness. The face and head was covered in quite beautiful looking shimmering very short fur except the black button nose and right about the mouth. The face was remarkable in that your very first though was boy, yet it had so many characteristics of a monkey. And even his body was subtlety changed as the boy seemed to even carry himself a bit different. And one thing I did notice which seemed to belie his seeming young age was that his testicles seemed to sway a bit in their small sac.

The doctor started to explain: "I suppose I might just as well introduce you Mr. Khaldun, to one of our great triumphs. This Monkey-Boy here is my own personal slave. As you can see I am much too remiss in his discipline."

The boy, or rather Monkey-Boy, startled us all by clearly enunciating his own greeting in a strangely lilting and high pitched voice: "I'm Monkey-Boy. Sorry I bothered your slave, sir. I help my master make slave boys like me. He says I'm special." And with a chortle: "I'm the missing link!"

"As I was saying before my slave interrupted, this here is one of our great success stories mixing true animal DNA into that of a human boy. The result is quite startling and yet strangely pleasing. Monkey-Boy here is nearly nine years old and has been my slave – though sometimes I wonder – since his modifications at age 6. He was near death and needed severe gene-splice intervention anyway to save his life.

Wow. The monkey-boy barely looked five, and could not have been even 3½ feet [1 m] tall! The doctor stated that the boy's physiological age had been stopped at age 6, though cognitively he had allowed the boy, so far, to mature.

My master was invited to examine the monkey-boy quite intimately. He was totally without a shred of modesty and in fact seemed to be quite welcome of the touches to his most intimate parts.

Eventually we continued our tour, and my master's gaze was directed to a particular container so different in shape and design from all the others. He inquired: "What is that?"

Dr. Erastes smiled: "That container has been specifically designed to transport those of our boys who have had a total body transformation into boy sized hoofed animals."

I was totally engrossed. I'd seen holos of such but there was one right in front of us. I wondered what that boy's life would eventually be like.

"I will show you several inside which are nearly transformed. It is a lengthy and expensive process and very few boys have the genetic codes which allow such radical transformation. Needless to say any such boy-animal will usually live quite a pampered existence. That boy over there is a faun ready for shipment to the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort in Xinchou."

I was wondering what kind of person would enjoy using a boy in the guise of a part boy, part animal or whatever. If I remembered correctly, a faun was part goat. From the groin down I thought. Then I couldn't help staring at the monkey-boy again and realized that his monkey features seemed to actually maximize his cute boy like demeanor. And that tail would not be quiet. And he kept running helter-skelter as we continued. I wondered if the doctor really treated him as a slave. More like a beloved, and very spoiled, pet. Then I wondered: "Did they have sex?"

We were shown through the part of the labs where gene-splices were prepared, areas where new experimentation was conducted, and finally into the area where the very tanks were situated which held boys in varying stages of modification. I was totally mesmerized by this area. I would be in one of those tanks in just a couple of days.

Then we walked into a room in which there was a young teen boy who would have commanded our total attention except for what he seemed to be feeding with a huge bottle and nipple. There in front of us was what looked almost like a miniature horse about two feet [60 cm] high at the withers. I could not take my eyes from the relative large penis partially erect which extended from between his hind legs. And amazingly, the boy feeding him was sporting a similar mammoth penis and scrotum which seemed totally out of proportion to his small size. The boy eyes seemed to look upon us with some fear and anxiety. But he said nothing as he patted the miniature horse on his neck as he fed the animal. Or I guess boy.

Dr. Erastes continued his expatiation: "We have here a boy/horse pair. BOY! NO!"

We noticed the monkey-boy sidling up to the rear end of the horse-boy, apparently reaching for his tail. The monkey-boy laughed lightly but obeyed.

The Dr. continued. "Boy behave yourself. Or I will put you in that cage again. The very small one. With the big spikes."

This time the boy visibly cowed. I guessed the threat was real.

"As I was trying to say. We have found it very helpful to make sure all animal-boys have a permanent care taker. The boy you see is a 12 year old of Latin descent who has been so modified that both horse and boy are sporting similar genitals. Many customers seem to like this arrangement. The boy has been conditioned to total obedience by way of brain pathway modification and obedience collar. The small horse as you can see is almost totally formed. Although it can not speak, it can definitely understand spoken commands. It too has its own form of obedience device in the form of its permanent halter. The horse is one in morphology only. All biological systems are still those of a human boy, including its food, drink, and other body functions. But due to the necessity of reforming its brain to fit the modified skull several brain functions had to be necessarily done away with. Notably centers of speech, written communication, and the no longer necessary, fine hand eye coordination, have been eliminated.

I was so fascinated at the spectacle of these two 'boys' that I felt a horribly painful sting to my upper leg by way of getting my attention. My master had somewhere obtained a small strap. I was so totally appalled at my lapse. The sting of the strap was nothing compared to the pain of realizing my own failure. I was ready to speak but remembered my master's last instruction. To do nothing unless commanded. I simply bowed my head in supplication for my master's forgiveness.

"You will learn boy. And I am greatly encouraged with you implicit understanding of my instructions by not saying anything. You will make me very proud boy."

I was glowing at my masters praise. My tears had ceased as we made our way through modification area after another. I made sure I was paying better attention to the directions of my master.

We finally entered a spacious room with an unused tank and all kinds of monitoring equipment most of which I could not even identify. There was a small cage in one corner. A strange table with four extensions which I realized were for the four limbs of say a boy my size, and several cabinets.

The doctor spoke up: "Mr. Khaldun, this is where your slave will be modified over the next four months." I looked around totally fascinated. "And I think you have an unusual boy there. He seems not the least distraught over the prospect."

I looked at my master to see how he would respond. His reply made me quite hopeful. "My boy here is a natural. I am a most fortunate individual. And for the sake of my slave I would like you to detail exactly what you will be doing to him and what modifications will be done."

I was suddenly excited. I already knew a lot about all this from Toby. But I also realized that my master would be letting me know if there were to be anything he had not already made known to me.

"Boy, you will cooperate completely."

"Yes master."

"And you may kneel next to me."

I moved to my master's side and knelt. The floor I was surprised to note was not only soft, but warm. My master unhooked my leash and started moving his hand over my shoulder. I reveled in his intimate touch. And again I was surprised that I seemed to have gone for some time not being conscious of my body being naked. And I was also glad that the air in the labs was relatively comfortable.

I of course was totally attentive as Dr. Erastes started his detailed plan. "First of all, we will do another precise genetic mapping to tweak the gene-splices to the exacting detail that they require. This will take us to tomorrow morning. After that it is quite simple. The first gene-splice is injected and the boy will be placed into the environment tank which will supply all his nutrients and evacuate his waste. In function it is not much different from the transport cage which brought him here with one major difference. The thin liquid in the tank will eliminate the need for any breathing tube. The liquid is saturated enough with oxygen that the boy will be fine breathing the liquid."

I was suddenly terrified. Breathing a liquid? But I was determined to do as commanded. I was just a bit apprehensive.

The doctor continued. "There will be a series of four gene-splices, the late finally bringing your boy to a height of 3 feet 7 inches [1.10 m], 35 pounds [16 kg], and with the physical appearance of a 6 to 7 year old. This is a 360-holo of what he will eventually look like."

Wow! I was fascinated. The boy shown was so dark drown as to appear coal black with extreme Negroid features including high cheek bones, deep set eyes, a nose that didn't appear until a bit below the eye ridge and then flattening out considerably just above very fleshy protruding lips. I thought the boy quite appealing. But damn he was small! And young looking. I was most interested in the boy's genitals. There was a distinct scrotal sac if diminutive in size. It projected about an inch or so below a cute thin circumcised erect penis about 3 inches long [7½ cm] and slightly more slender than my own. Pretty darn big for a 6 year old I thought. I was most wondering if the boy – or I – would be capable of experiencing orgasm. I so wanted to ask that question. But of course did not. It was the very first time that morning in which I regretted some aspect of my slavery. I assumed I needed permission from my master to speak or ask a question. Fortunately the doctor answered it unawares.

"As you requested all the usual augmentations of the boy's sphincters, rectum, mouth and throat will be accomplished. His two orifices will be able to accommodate you with tight embrace indefinitely. Also as requested his modified testicles, though only producing a few drops of liquid when stimulated to orgasm…"

YES!

"…will contain an aphrodisiac and other pheromones and chemicals which will support, enhance, and lengthen considerably your own subsequent sexual pleasure and climax within 5 minutes of ingestion. The boy will be capable of having multiple and lengthy climaxes himself at as close to 15 minute intervals depending on other conditions."

WOW!

My master could see the obvious happiness in my own expression.

The doctor continued. "Of course as also requested, with the expedient of attaching any simple chastity device which would keep the boy's penis from completely engorging, sexual intensity will rise to near orgasm but will never reach completion – the boy will be held in perpetual frustration until the device it removed."

DAMN!

My master chuckled at my very obvious facial expression of dismay. No words were needed.

My master spoke: "And about the implant I inquired about?"

IMPLANT?

"Oh yes, no problem at all. So long as you keep it relatively small in diameter, say about 3/16 th of an inch [4.5 mm], and enhancements in your boy's penis and scrotum will be able to withstand and accommodate multiple micro force filed 'virtual piercing' indefinitely. I must say, a novel way of maintaining your boy's chastity. At full power he will be pleading for relief.

CHASTITY? RELIEF? HOLY SHIT!

In my penis? And what ARE virtual piercing'?

My master looked all too delighted. "And the ring itself?"

"No problem sir. With the implanted rod, the boy's penis will easily support a ¼ inch [6½ mm] diameter ring if a 2 inch [5 cm] diameter even if it were solid titanium.

My master gave me a very smug smile. At least that was my interpretation of his expression.

"Excellent. I have several variations in mind for such rids and rings. All of which I assume can be put into place indefinitely."

I was appalled. How long would this 'indefinitely' possibly last?

"Yes again. The boy's urine discharge will be rerouted to a valve put into place along the midline of his perineum about an inch and a half [4 cm] from his rectum."

I would have been fascinated if not chagrined at the mention of chastity devices. I know that Toby frequently sported them but he rarely went more than a day or two without relief.

"Very good doctor, and about the prostate enhancement and his rectal orgasms?"

YES AGAIN!

I was intently interested to say the least. Toby mentioned having rectal orgasms (or butt 'gasms' as he called them) and said though not as intense as actual genital climaxes could grow as his master's penis stimulated his prostate, with those few moments of pleasure leading up to discharge (but this time without ever having discharge contractions) being extended to several minutes.

"Yes of course. His prostate will be matured, greatly enlarged, and enhanced and in fact will completely encircle his rectum in a series of three rings. The intensity of any climax will be dependant on three things. The number of rings stimulated, the duration of stimulation with the intensity increasing as the stimulation is prolonged, and the type of object inserted into the boy's rectum. And as to your last inquiry we have indeed the ability to so construct your boy's sphincters, rectum, and prostate that with the right kind of butt plug, you can keep your boy at the brink of rectal climax also indefinitely."

HOLY SHIT AGAIN!

I was sure hopeful that my master would not do this too often. And have compassion for his 'absolutely most obedient and submissive' slave boy. I was wishing my master could read my mind. He just kept up his intermittent caress of my shoulder and back. It felt very good.

Eventually all the other modifications were explained in detail. I was happy to learn that in addition to the usual measures to keep my body indefinitely at that age 6, I would also be able to handle heat and cold while being kept naked. I was relieved. Toby had also been so modified.

"What about his other body enhancements doctor?"

WHAT?

I now wondered.

"Of course. The usual augments to skeleton, joints, ligaments and so on, and even his skin will be accomplished so that indefinite suspension by either arms or legs will cause no damage, and his musculature will be able to handle extreme bondage and restraint in many configurations almost indefinitely without complaint."

Then the doctor sniggered: "Well complaint from his muscles that is." I almost looked up in shock. And I almost yelled. Fortunately I got myself under control. At least no one mentioned torture. I was definitely NOT into pain whatever. But restraints? Bondage? The idea of such seemed to make my sexually aroused somehow indefinitely? Could I really do that?

My master must have realized what I was thinking. "Not to be concerned boy. I will gradually condition and train you to accept absolute control over your body with total equanimity."

What the heck does 'equanimity' mean?

"You will learn to accommodate your will and your self to the continuous realization that you are your master's possession. At all times and for all time.

'Accommodate myself?' This slave thing still seems so unreal at times. Damn I wished I could ask some questions.

"Boy trust me. I know your psychological and sexual profile intimately. You WILL come to accept this as a normal part of your life and in a relatively short time."

I started crying without realizing it. I guessed I would try. I remember Toby saying that he also got 'used to' his chastity and always being at his master's command. And that he even was happy to submit because he loved his master. Will that be possible for me? And indefinite bondage and restraints? I also realized that I had absolutely no choice.

Other details of my pending modifications were discussed. A lot of it was just technical detail but eventually they got to something which totally got my attention. My master started asking questions about changes to my throat. "And how noticeable will the opening in his throat be when not in use?"

"See for yourself. Here is a close-up of the area which will open if your boy needs air to breathe if his throat is otherwise occupied."

The magnified holo barely showed a thin line where a small overlap of skin hid the underlying hole. It automatically opened when needed. I was intrigued. I'd never heard about anything like this before. Then I got quite aroused thinking about the possibly reasons why this might just be a necessity.

"And his mouth will look perfectly normal without looking inside?"

Absolutely Mr. Khaldun. We've done that particular modification even without gene-splice for years. A very common procedure. Of course your slave's eating habits will have to be amended since he will be without teeth."

OH DENEBIAN FIRE TOADS!

No teeth? Of course I shouldn't have been too surprised, I'd heard of this being done to slaves, especially those in boy brothels. Toby said that it was a normal procedure for those long term brothel boys who were expected to last many years during their years when puberty and growth was held off by some of the advanced drugs and implants they had these days.

My master finally asked about non-physical changes. "And about my boy's memory erasure. Are you absolutely certain only that one item only can be deleted from his memory?"

What the HELL was this about. Erase WHAT memory? Whatever it was they never actually discussed. I was baffled. I again guessed I'd eventually find out. Of course if I couldn't remember something I wasn't too sure I'd ever know. Eventually I was stood up and walked to the strange table with its 4 extensions. I was strapped down and more diagnostics were done. Damn, if that monkey-boy helped with the auto-straps with his mouth twitching in a manner I now realized was a monkey-boy laughing smile! Then some medical stuff. I felt nothing even with a small blood draw. Eventually I was released and my master brought me over to the small cage in the corner. There I spent a very anxious and boring night. Just released for 15 minutes to eat and relieve myself. With someone watching! But excitement and anticipation made me much more thrilled than dismayed. And later, I could barely sleep from the excitement. I wished they'd have given me something to relax. One thing that exercised my thoughts for a while. I wondered how it would feel to be a monkey-boy, or that faun, or that horse-boy.

Gleb Andropov

The first message was from the Slave Authority informing me that my youngest son had been purchased by some individual from the nation of Tangabustan by the name of Mr. Muyassar Kahldun. I had never been there and wondered about how someone from there – a notably poor country – could afford a boy as expensive as Kevin. I also learned that when he had registered his new slave, Kevin, he had also allowed limited but unstructured visitation to his immediate family, just Ben and myself – and I supposed Toby – so long as arrangements could be made with sufficient warning. I was quite grateful. The law only required that he give us one visit a year. Ben and Toby will be very happy to hear this.

The second missive was from some university in the seacoast resort area near the Cirque Islands in Xinchou Province. Rich kids. And some of the most spectacular coastline on the Emerald Sea. A country famous for its beautiful vistas, gorgeous coastlines, and outrageously expensive estates. I was being offered a tenured position in their newly revamped electronic communications department, my area of expertise and one in which I held my advanced degree. At first I thought it had to have been some sort of scam but when I placed a secure com call to the university I found that the offer was genuine. I sure wished I'd have gotten this opportunity a month earlier.

But I was to learn that it had come about by the intervention of the same Muyassar Kahldun, who I recognized as the purchaser of Kevin. I was so excited by the prospect that I didn't even care that it would require a move almost across the continent. I hoped Ben wouldn't mind. Of course it was much closer to where he was in training for a Unified Parks & Preservation position which already had him away from home most of the time. But I was relieved that Kevin's new owner seemed to want us to be a continuing part of Kevin's life.

But it was another message which came almost a half year later, and two months after Kevin had been brought to his master's estate after his modification regimen, that brought tears to my eyes and joyous relief to my soul. (Toby gave me one of his patented 'I told you so' looks). I was sitting at a force shield 'window' looking out at the rugged and spectacular costal cliffs from my new office at the university where I had just begun the term. I had been kept up to date by Kevin's master as to his progress and had been delighted to learn that he was planning a visit several weeks from now – of course bringing his new slave boy – my Kevin. (I guess he renamed him Jawhar). His residence was in an area not too distant from my own new home even if monumentally distant in the nature of its extensive and secluded demesne and fabulous cost. But this message gripped my soul and freed me from the remnants of my lingering guilt. It was a voice only message from Kevin.

"Hello Dad, Ben, and of course Toby."

I was assured that this was indeed from my son even if the voice sounded quite different.

"I am so utterly excited. And sacred of course but ask Toby. Scared is normal. I am totally thrilled with my new master. Really strict and demanding but I have come to realize that this is exactly what I need. Dad, maybe it was really your sixth sense about what would be really best for me when you decided to follow Dr. Bensteen's advice and have me Indentured. For this I can never thank you enough. And don't be daunted by how my new master so totally controls me. Just like he is not like you, I have also realized that I am sufficiently different from Toby. I want this kind of life. My master has given me permission to send this one-way audio to explain how I am fairing since having been in what my master calls my initial training and conditioning period. It is almost completed and I am finally feeling so happy. I was modified, as you probably know, at a place real famous, and wow! You will so totally be unable to recognize me when you see me. My master says that he has not sent any holo of the new me. When next you see me – my master promised me it could be as soon as 2 to 3 weeks from now – I will be a totally different boy than the one you knew. I am so excited. My master says that I will be actually with him almost at all times. His work allows him to take me with him wherever. Ben, I hope you are enjoying my things. And you were wrong. I am even more bonkers than you could ever have imagined. And Toby, thank you for being my best friend for the past years. You too have helped me see who I need to be.

"Oh, and Toby. All those times I so blithely put you on leash and took you places so totally naked? Well I never could have imagined. And Dad, ask Toby if he remembers breathing liquid. I never knew it was possible."

"Bye for now. My master's slave."

"Jawhar"

Well, he won't be the only one in for a surprise. And even without any holo image of the new Jawhar, I was informed that my son was now a healthy strapping 6 year old! But this last formal missive was an official State holo-cast, for another summons to this country's version of the Children's Disposition Court. Here they call it the Children's State Welfare Court. But wait until my son learns that he has another little brother. It seems my new financial status put me into the pool for foster parenthood again. Jaurin, age 7, is so different from either Kevin or Ben. A very cute dark complexioned boy of apparently Mongol ethnicity. Quite shy and half afraid of his shadow most the time. But the poor boy had been an illegal. By that I mean that he had been sold to someone in the Icarus Ring-world, and then brought here illegally as a Class Three Slave. (A new treaty with that world makes that illegal. About time that world's excesses have been curbed at least to this extent).

Well Jaurin had been discovered half dead in a Boy Cage where he had been stashed when his broker was fleeing an Authority agent. He was so afraid of me for so long thinking I was the one who made him (legally) into a slave, and brought here (illegally). After a short appearance in Slave Court, a court appointed special technician, from the Unified Slave Authority, had finally removed the boy's slave collar. And he has finally, after two months, fully recognized the fact that he was indeed a free boy. And Toby is spoiling him almost as much as I am.

And at present I am spending fully a fourth of my (fortunately much expanded) income trying to find the whereabouts of his twin brother. I hired two well recommended agents of BoyAbductions, Lmt. to search him out. I was quite taken aback to have discovered that one of these well recommended agents was himself a slave! He and his master, by the name of Vasili Dumitrov, so far have tracked Jaurin's brother to a different broker. We have hope. This Vasili said that they were quite motivated since the twin boys had apparently been sold off by the same mining company on Gendard III, which had sold off his own slave years before. One thing which had not yet been ascertained was the exact status of Jaurin's twin brother. IF his brother had been processed through the Slave Authority on Bundus III, instead of the Icarus Ring-world, and IF it had been done in full accordance with the Indenture, Consensual, and Non-Consensual Slavery Laws of the Aligned Nations of 621 AF, and as recently modified in 699 AF providing more 'rights' and regulations concerning the 'recruitment,' enslavement, and modification of Class Three Non-Consensual Slaves, then his brother might necessarily be legally bound to remain a slave his entire life.

Muyassar

This was the day when I was to bring the jewel of my heart home. My perfect boy. The boy who will be my slave forever, forever providing me joy and service. It is my duty to be the master he deserves. I had the choice of bringing him home myself or having him delivered. I finally decided to contract with BoyServices, Inc. to have him transported here so that the first time he awakens from his final transformation he will see both his future home and his future master.

I have been told that I present a severe demeanor. And that I am unyielding as an administrator. But I do not see it this way. Sure I make things happen. When I know what should be done, I merely make sure that is what DOES get done and I refuse to accept excuses. But I will be the first to grant a subordinate his head if his expertise is shown to be better than mine – and I have finally come to recognize that this is true in a number of fields. I have in fact hired several people to handle my day to day operations and I now interfere as little as possible. And I've contracted with a company with expertise in investigative techniques to help me set up my envisioned Humanitarian Foundation. It is also my intent to take over the helm of this group as soon as time and circumstances permit. Which should be just about when I will have trained my slave in the basics of his comportment and duties. He has a lot to learn but I am confident, given his known abilities and predilections, and more importantly his personality and motivations, that he will very quickly conform to exactly what I expect in my slave. He is to be my personal companion, servitor, and of course my sex partner. And hopefully, as he learns the basics of our various endeavors, advisor and confidant. My expectations were almost unbounded and my excitement unrivaled. And I have deliberately moved my headquarters and home to the Isle of Caprice, one of the famous Cirque Islands in Xinchou Province, where possession of a naked slave boy will garner neither reproving glance or even much of a stir. Besides, even in some more conservative venues, a naked 6 year old usually elicits comments of delight rather than opprobrium. And I would be totally confident that my new slave boy would win any cute boy contest if judged by any individual sufficiently detached from cultural and ethnic bias.

The transport cage containing my new slave boy was deposited in my rear conservatory overlooking the spectacular Burnt Marble Cliffs – seemingly impervious to the pounding waves, frequently as high as 10 feet [3 m] because of the shape of the coastline. I wanted to put my boy at ease and this was my favorite room of my new house. I can not actually call it an mansion since I prefer to live simply and the entire residence contains but 7 rooms plus carport. Perhaps it was probably its location, the grounds, and the surrounding views, which merited its recent inclusion in one such list of 'Abodes of the Enormously Affluent.' (Sometimes disparagingly referred to as the 'Abodes of the Abnormally Affluent' by some WSI NetPods). It cost me quite a lot to have the WSI Net electronic magazine not to mention my name or company. I don't even employ any permanent personal staff, though I have adequate help from two service companies, including a couple part time pilots for my aircar. (My new slave will be my staff of one).

But right now my eyes had only one object of interest – my new boy. He was allowed to revive from his last month long 'sleep' while in transit. An internal recording had sensed his awakening and advised him of his circumstances and that he would arrive at his new home in short order.

The morning found a warming sun, an offshore breeze, and a quieting sea which would allow me to utilize the lower grav-bridge over to Burnt Point (also part of my property) giving one the view of nearly 10 miles of spectacular coastline. A treat I wanted to give my new boy in recompense of being held inside a small environment tank for over four months. And to also see how he reacts to the beauties of nature. I would hope that his enthusiasm would mirror my own. I had many plans. At the very top of the prominence I had installed a small public eating place because I liked to share my own appreciation for the beauties of nature with others. The meals were relatively inexpensive but required its patrons to walk the quarter mile to its entrance. I only insist of the manager that the grounds remain inviolate, and the place break even. And that I remain anonymous when I frequent the place itself. I totally enjoy the comments of the patrons on both the good food and the even better visual delights. But today the place was closed to the public. My new slave and I would be its only patrons.

I could see the inquiring black eyes of my slave as he peered through the opening in the SafeSecure transport boy cage which had been deposited in the large room. For the time being, I disengaged the expanse of the force-field curtain so not to separate the room from the cooler breezes of the outdoors. Thus the delightful fragrances of its many exotic plants filled the air. And totally confined within the boy transport cage and held essentially safe and immobile was my precious jewel.

I dismissed the agents who had delivered my slave and then disengaged the interior miniature force fields of the cage and released first the head encasement, and air and feeding tubes. I then removed the mouth muzzle and feeding gag. The gag itself seemed to actually pop as it finally gave up its grip within the interior of my boy's distended mouth.

My boy looked up in an expression of delight and curiosity, while at the same time started exercising his stretched jaw muscles. Even though his musculature in strategic areas had been sufficiently enhanced to allow for some severe bondage and the use of other severely restrictive and even torture devices without cramping or injury, just the immobility alone needed a bit of movement to allow for normal reuse.

Jawhar

Muyassar

"Boy, have you been given permission to move?"

My boy looked with a moment of puzzlement and then replied: "No master. I am .."

Then he momentarily stopped. His words were strangely formed I suppose because of the changes in his mouth. He seemed distracted by the strange way his mouth now had to use to actually form his words.

He continued: "Master, I'm sorry; I hadn't realized that I would not be allowed to look around without permission." He seemed genuinely surprised by my question.

"Very well boy. You will soon learn what I expect of you. During your initial period of training, which I expect will take about two months, I will require absolute obedience and submission, and the following two rules will be inviolate. One, you will obey all commands or instructions immediately and to the best of your ability. Two, you will do nothing which I have not ordered or instructed. This includes almost all purposeful movements, while in 'slave mode.' I will explain about 'slave mode' and 'boy mode' as we proceed. I know that your own father had a similar regimen with his own slave Toby, but my use of these terms will be somewhat different, and I will maintain much more strict control over your person. I know that this might seem a vague and elusive concept now but you will learn. Of course in the meantime all violations will be punished. Please note that these punishments are for instruction only. They do not mean that I am displeased. When I am displeased you will surely know it. In addition, all your body functions will be under my absolute control."

I was totally delighted at my boy's immediate reaction. The first quick look of incredulity and alarm was just as quickly replaced by a smile. A small and breathily spoken 'wow' escaped his lips. And his immediate expression then registered perhaps a bit of consternation recognizing that he again made sound without permission.

I smiled to reassure him that although I expect total obedience, my reaction would not necessarily be one of anger.

"Boy, do not doubt that any future lapse will garner punishment and correction, but this will be neither too severe nor retributive."

I realized that I had to explain 'retributive' and made a small elaboration. And explained that only deliberate or egregious lapses of his failure to put his master first in all thought and actions would result in 'true' punishment. As he seemed about to speak on several occasions I ended by reminding him that since he was now in 'slave mode,' he must first ascertain that he had obtained a visual or spoken recognition from his master, and then request permission to speak. Of course, during much of the time my boy when in 'slave mode,' would also be gagged and frequently muzzled, and hence rendered incapable of audible speech, and thus must realize that any speech was not permitted. I explained this during my discourse. I have yet to inform him, that since being gagged and muzzled would be a common condition of control, several of his gags had been fitted with sub-vocalization units that with some practice, he could communicate to his master (through an ear pip mic) when the system is functional.

I ended with one final instruction. "Of course, screaming, yelling, or otherwise emitting any noise concomitant with any future punishment is certainly permitted."

A nearly involuntary gasp escaped my boy's lips but I was delighted to see that no actual words followed.

"Slave, for your state of mind I will explain a bit. Our future sexual activity will occasionally be preceded or accompanied by perhaps some extreme positioning and of course sometimes some quite severe body restraints. Though not torture per se, they may induce some amount of discomfort and occasional pain. But rest assured, my slave's body is one of most prized possessions. I have no intention on causing it any harm. Do not be unduly or overly alarmed. First of all, I am not a sadist. I will never hurt you for the sole purpose of giving you pain. I am only interested in eliciting a sexual response. Furthermore, your physiology has been so altered that I assure you that you will soon adapt to any amount of given pain, at least of the minor degree which I envision, and even if you may not enjoy the immediate experience, you will certainly soon be able to learn how to withstand and accept it if for no other reason than that it is required of you to please your master."

I again had to elucidate and answer some of my slave's questions. And he was finally reassured, if not totally believing, that he would eventually accommodate himself to any future use of his (so cute) body with at least acceptance. With my understanding of his basic personality and predilections towards subservience and even severe use, I was confident that he would actually come to look forward to some of these sessions not to mention to the enhanced sexual responses that I assured him that he would subsequently experience. He may not have totally believed me but he seemed more than willing to accept my word for now.

I finally got back to the original topic: "As I mentioned boy, in 'slave mode,' you will not speak unless given explicit permission or asked a question which requires an answer. Of course all rules must necessarily have exceptions of which I myself may not understand at the given time. I want you to use your best judgment. Do what you deem best at the time and worry about punishment later. I will always give you an opportunity to explain your action. I am not an irrational person. Just demanding. Do you understand all of this boy?"

My slave hesitated and then replied in a hoarse voice: "No, master." Controls on his boy cage indicated that he was attempting to move his limbs within their confining compartments. But I knew that this particular boy transport cage was designed with the comfort and the safety of the slave in mind. That is if its punishment attachments were not utilized. I smiled recalling a demonstration of their use. I redirected my attention to my boy.

"Explain yourself boy."

"Yes, master. I think I understand about speaking, but the rest seems complicated. How will I know what a purposeful movement is? And it sounds scary."

I smiled. It probably did sound like an almost impossible expectation. But the rule would eventually be relaxed a bit for large portions of his time after his initial training is completed.

"You are correct boy. It is necessarily vague. But this is a training period and I can not expect perfect compliance without a sufficient period of learning. Therefore your punishments for minor unintended violations will be more instructive than painful. In addition, starting tomorrow, you will be placed into an obedience and compliance suit, which is in fact a thin body encasing network of neural sensors and neural stimulators which will automatically inform you when you are not within appropriate compliance standards. And I see your expression so I will add that only egregious failure at compliance will elicit any real pain from the suit's stimulators."

I explained just how this new piece of technology worked. It had been frequently referred to as a 'slave suit.' And its attachment to a slave's body entailed an hour of unrelenting severe pain. The suit's instrumentation had to could be exactly calibrated to the slave's neural system without interference from any pain countermeasures. Fortunately, a new procedure can be put in place whereby the pain certainly registers on the boy's neural system, but a cognitive inhibitor can now be attached which allows the slave to actually 'ignore' the pain. He sort of 'knows' it is there, but full comprehension of the pain does not consciously register. I have been told that the experience is quite unique.

Of course there were other more sinister applications about which my boy would soon experience but that was at least a several days off. He would also discover that this encasing neural network would be permanent. Once attached to his body, residing just under his first skin layer, and wired to his underlying neural system, it was essentially impossible to remove. I smiled as I thought about his reactions not only to its primary function of restricting informing him – by quite a range of feedback stimulations – of permissible actions, but of its ability (when so activated) also to some of its more esoteric capabilities. He is very fortunate that technology has advanced enough so the suit's attachment was now relatively painless. It even had a mode where the slave himself, if I so allowed, had actual control of the suit's activation and degree of response. A true training device, albeit also a possibly severe control devise if I used it as such. Also, I made sure that its attachment would not alter the texture of his skin or how his body would feel as I caressed it.

I could see that my boy was still quite unsure and not entirely assured, and perhaps a little upset, but he would soon learn exactly what I expected of him. And yes I admit it. I had every intention of maintaining explicit control over my slave. He and his body belonged to his master. In its entirety. Especially all its cute sex parts. Which thought re-elicited from me my intense desire to see the final product of his transformation into my perfect slave boy. I was also quite pleased that when he started to reply he immediately stopped. I had not asked for a reply.

"I am quite pleased with your reaction right now boy. And yes, I admit that my demands on you and the extreme degree of control I wish to hold over you is much greater than that exercised by most masters. However, this measure of control will be relaxed for large periods of time after your training, especially when in what you will come to understand as 'boy mode.' Do you understand everything so far? You may elucidate."

"I think so master. I will really try to do what you want. But what's 'e lucy date' mean?" They were the boy's words, but his expression still held a modicum of doubt, and perhaps some incomprehension. No matter. He would soon learn through experience, even if this experience was at the expense of his pain receptors. I replied to his immediate words. And I explained what 'elucidate' meant.

"No boy. You will not just try. That is unacceptable. You will succeed. But again do not get too anxious. I know from your profile that you will respond positively to my demands. I believe that you will see it more of a challenge than a hardship. And you will eventually gain in self esteem by being the slave I desire. Now smile boy and tell me your name."

I was absolutely delighted in the look on my boy's face as his consternation and then even a bit of fear could be read in his reactions.

He started to tear up. "I am sorry master, but I can't remember! What's wrong with me Master?"

"First of all boy, have I given you permission to ask a question?"

"No master."

"Thus this is so far your third misdemeanor which will no doubt be punished later tonight. Now before you get upset further, do not think you are failing me. In fact, I think you are doing quite well. Quite well indeed. And I like your obvious desire to comply with my instructions and to please me. For this too you will also be rewarded. Now what are the names of your brother, father, and your father's slave?"

"Master, my brother is Ben Andropov, my Dad, Mr. Gleb Andropov, and his slave is Toby."

"Excellent. Now, if your Dad's last name is Andropov, what is your last name, and you have my permission until I revoke it, to ask any questions you wish. In addition you also have my permission, again until revoked, to move you head and eyes to look about you. Is that understood boy?"

"Yes master. And I don't understand. I guess I too must be Andropov but somehow I don't actually remember it. You said I could ask a question. How come this is happening? Is something wrong with me? And how come my voice sounds so strange to me?"

I smiled. He finally realized that his voice was a lot higher pitched. Well he was now at the physiological age of a six year old. Wait 'til he stands next to me and realizes just how small he is.

"Excellent surmise boy. I delight in your intelligence. You remember I had the modification labs remove from your memory one specific piece of information. Well boy it was your name. I assure you that otherwise your memory is unaffected."

"Thank you master; I was worried. But how come?"

"You are now a different person boy. You are no longer who you were before your enslavement and subsequent modification. You are no longer Kevin Andropov. I will give you a new name. From now on your name is Jawhar."

I reveled in the expressions on my boy's face as he digested and processed this information.

He even smiled. "Wow. I used to be called Kevin? Wow, I can't even remember at all. And master why Ja-har"?

"Kevin, yes. But no longer. You are now my special jewel. That is what your name means in an old language. And it is spelled j-a-w-h-a-r."

"I like it master. Thank you. Master, can I get out of this cage?"

"Do you think you understand enough to comply with my rules? And again for the time being, you have permission to engage in normal conversation but only with myself, even though during this perambulation you will be in 'boy mode.' Later today, we will make our way to a place where we will eat. The people you meet there you do not have permission to interact with. Is that understood?"

"I… yes master." And then my beautiful and amazing boy added with a look of amusement: "And master, I am sure I will be corrected appropriately if I do not."

"You will do well boy. And you are certainly correct. And now when I release you, you may move just enough to loosen up your muscles but nothing else. You must be conscious at all times that you are my slave. You will always make sure you are paying enough attention to your master to know what he wants at all times. And being in 'slave mode,' you may not move without permission except to maintain balance and keep your attention onto your master.

I opened the back of the cage, removed my boy from his tight confines, helping him to stand. His now slight weight was easily pulled upward by my one arm and hand by the simple expedient of grabbing ahold of his both hands together and lifting him by his arms. The boy was not only totally made over into a thoroughly black and halfway between stereotype and caricature of Negroid boy ethnicity, but he now didn't even reach my chest. He was barely a slim 35 pounds [15.8 kg]. A very small boy indeed. Exactly how I wanted my special boy and sex slave.

The boy himself had a bit of trouble standing for a short while but soon was looking around with abandon, as much at his own body as his surroundings. But his looking around did not last very long. In fact barely seconds. He then gasped and emitted a noise that was entirely impossible to interpret. He trembled a bit as he looked down at himself and then back up at his master. Very up. A few tears had came to his eyes as he felt the fiery slash of a small leather strap on his naked butt cheeks.

"Obey boy. Explicitly."

The boy now looked up at his master with a mixture of fear and anxiety, and perhaps a small amount of wonder. While one of his hands tried to rub away the receding pain in his butt, he remembered in time his instructions not to move. He called to mind the many times that his Dad had disciplined Toby, oft times with a similar strap which his Dad had called a twase, but only now did he come to a full understanding of just how painful such a slash could be. And damn, that was only one. He was starting to wonder if he could actually do this. He knew that Toby seemed to actually thrive being his Dad's slave, and had mentioned on a number of occasions that physical punishment was merely the normal part of a slave's existence. But in spite of his new found apprehension, he also recognized that for some reason he found himself passively accepting of such a discipline. But at the same time he ruefully wished that the pain part wasn't quite so painful.

But now he had all he could do to stop himself from investigating his own so different body. But contemplation of his own master – Descending Depths of Deneb – HIS OWN MASTER, THE VERY IDEA WAS HITTING HOME – was enough to engage his present focus. This was the man who now OWNED him. This very idea was so suddenly difficult to totally grasp. He started shaking almost uncontrollable as the implication of what had been done to him, and what he himself had acquiesced to, seemed to totally engulf and overwhelm his emotions. And he could not understand just why his emotions were so seemingly out of control.

At this same time, Muyassar was taking full note of his own slave boy. Taking so much delight in his own boy – his new and unique possession. And so absolutely made over into the image of his perfect boy. It was all he could do from stopping himself from completely ravishing the boy on the spot. But he wanted so much more than a mere sex toy. Of course that was an important part. But only part. Not only did he now have to make sure his boy was trained and conditioned properly, he had also to discipline himself for later rewards.

But even in those first few seconds when he gripped the small black hands of his new boy, and so easily lifted him onto his feet, steadying the boy by taking a firm hold of the boy's cute dimpled butt cheek and feeling the velvet smoothness of his flesh, did his own passion rise to mammoth levels. In those first few seconds he was able to take in the boy's perfectly formed face – the black skin, the slight slop of the forehead, the startling deep set black eyes, an extremely flattened nose emerging only below the eyes with extremely flaring nostrils above the lusciously full almost pouting lips from a forward protruding lower face, in a slightly oval shaped head crowned by the tightly kinked nap of hair and small boy ears. A perfectly stereotypical example of extreme Negroid features, almost non-existent now in a society where cross-culturalization had so mixed the gene pool. But a look that to Muyassar, quite black and Negroid looking in his own right, was 'perfect.'

Muyassar

He was given permission to speak and ask questions and to walk about a bit. He had a bit of trouble with his balance.

"Master?"

"Yes boy."

"Master, how come I can't walk too well?"

"Boy your brain needs to readjust itself to a much smaller boy body. You will quite quickly adapt."

His inspection of his own small body was momentarily interrupted with a sharp yelp as I pulled out the specially designed waste removal butt plug, and then he moaned a bit as the long tube of the catheter gradually was pulled free from his urethra. He squirmed as I could not resist from caressing his beautiful and silky smooth dimpled butt cheeks, and fondled those jewels of boyhood with its projecting 3 inch [7½ cm] penis. I heard his delightful intake of breathe and gasp as I first touched his butt hole. Only with monumental effort did I resist from probing within the radiating creases of his suddenly enticing rear opening. That would happen soon, but other things now demanded attention. As my slave almost involuntarily flexed most of his now freed musculature, he looked down in amazement at the length of the catheter which had emerge from his stone hard black (and perfectly formed) circumcised penis, with its ever so slightly bulbous glans. He stared with total absorption at his new physique and started to touch his own body, beginning with moving his hand across the smooth tender skin of his own forearm, and then started reaching toward his small genitals, with their as yet rigid perpendicular penis and cute quite wrinkled scrotal sac. A sex part which I had the body engineers at the BoyToys,Inc. extend downward from the base of his penis and encasing his quite small marble sized yet dropped testicles. Testicles which of course had also been modified to produce only minor amounts of a powerful aphrodisiac and sexual enhancement and stimulating pheromones when properly stimulated. The rigid condition of his current 3 inch [7½ cm] penis would be permanent, except for perhaps a fleeting moment after an unusually prolonged milking of his prostate and gonads. (I certainly intended to test this physiological response in the very near future). Though unusual to have such a large and slightly pendulous genitalia on a six year old, I decided that this arrangement not only most pleased me, but was also necessary to allow attachment of his future 'jewelry' and chastity devices. I smacked his hand away, and he looked up in consternation and a bit of perplexity.

I forestalled his reply: "Boy, you now learn another absolute rule. You may never touch your own sex parts, and this includes your both love holes, your genitals, your entire perianal region including your perineum, your areoles and nibs, and any other part we discover is an erogenous zone of your cute anatomy."

I took great delight in fondling each of these places as I explained to him just what all those words meant. My boy pondered the impact of this rule, while paying rapt and sometimes a giggling attention to my expatiation, and then surprised me with his next question. "Master, my mouth? How is that a sex part?"

"Oh boy, you definitely have a lot to learn." I explained only in brief. He would very soon learn much more by experience. He would eventually learn that all his external body functions would only take place by my permission and frequently under my supervision

After several additional questions and answers I continued: "Boy you must remember, I OWN you. You are totally and completely my possession. Your body is mine; you only have the use of it and then only with my permission. I possess it, control it, and demand total submission of it for my own uses.

I could see my boy's eyes widen. "Master,…, master, ah, master, what about… you know, what about… Well master, what about using the bath facilities?"

I snickered. "Boy, you will only pee and deficate when I allow, and only with my permission. After all, these functions include the necessary use of your most precious boy sex parts. The same with what goes into your mouth."

And then I took delight in showing him the new method of emptying his bladder and rectum. For this I carried my boy into the 'bathing' facility. I also engaged the 360-holo mirror so he could see exactly and in great detail those portions of his (excessively cute) anatomy and just how they would be forever emptied.

"Boy this is now where you pee from."

He was quite intrigued at the new opening and its miniature plug annealed right to his body. It barely protruded but he squealed at the unaccustomed feeling it gave him when I stroked it with my finger. And even more so when I inserted the tiny nozzle with its tube and pouch which permitted it to empty. He was amazed as he felt his bladder empty totally out of his own control.

"Wow. I mean, master, wow. But master, how if I really have'ta pee real bad?"

Your bladder is always monitored. I will know when it needs emptying. I was surprised at his total unselfconsciousness at the process. Something he was VERY conscious of when I started the process of using an automatic enema machine on him.

As I put the nozzle into his rectum he squealed again, and when the properly buffered fluid started flowing into him, I had to hold onto him tightly as he was not used to such an invasion of his bowel.

With a lone tear running down his cheek – as the pressure got near climax – my boy implored: "Master, do I have to get this done often?"

"All the time my boy. In fact you will never defecate again by any other method. Your rectum has been conditioned for only this method. Your sphincters and rectal muscles have now been adapted to more important uses. I need not explain I suspect. I am sure your Toby explained."

My boy actually evinced some embarrassment at that last remark. I laughed in delight at his reaction. Of course he seemed to want to rebel when the process started all over again. This new enema machine was totally self contained and required no toilet for evacuation. It actively pumped the fluid in AND out. Three times and my boy was totally clean. Even the external sphincter and puckered black anal ring.

Jawhar

As I first looked down at myself and back – SO black body and UP at my master I was almost literally stunned. At how I was not just so different but how small I now was! Oh for the Eleventh Level of Love. How could I have forgotten. And I looked down at myself again.

I was so SMALL! And so black. Wow! And I felt so good! And energized somehow. And damn! Just looking down at my so naked body, even as it was, knowing I was naked in front of my master I feel so absolutely aroused all over again. Or more correctly, it again captured my attention so thoroughly. And Deep Depths of Darkness! It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. This was so much more intense than anything I'd ever felt sexually. So much for my worry that I'd not be able to have sex – I sure hope this means I can – or even interested in sex any more. I had been sure scared there for a while. I really hadn't known what to expect. Not really, even if I kept hoping.

And it's still real scary but exciting at the same time. And I don't mean sex exciting. There's that of course but just all this slave thing, I am starting to really understand how it seems so right for me. I only hope I can be a good slave. I know that sounds strange. Why would anyone want to actually BE a slave? Strange – I was wondering how I could be this way without being brain modified like Toby. But who cares anyway? I can't say exactly why. Well a lot of it IS sexual. And wow is my penis stiff – and it's only a bit smaller. And a little thinner. But coal black. And my testicles are small again but still slightly hanging down in a little sac. But even if so small now, I sure can be aroused! I guess not exactly like your usual little kid. I wish there was a holo-reflector. My body is so unbelievably little. And black! I can't get over how not just black my skin is, but how I really like it. I love it.

I looked back at my master and realized all over again how attractive he was. I mean he was just as coal black. And as I peered at his face I suddenly realized that I simply had to see what I looked like. He was possibly more Negroid in feature than I'd even seen except in some holos. So I wondered about my own features. I started touching my face and suddenly cringed as I suddenly just stopped in time from touching my own mouth. My master said this was never allowed. Ever! (My mouth a sex part)?

I took a few steps – my master said I could move about – and almost fell on my butt. My body seemed to not be able to work quite right. And I seem to have difficulty even walking. My master just told me it might be a short time for my brain to match up with my body again. I don't understand exactly what that means but I trust him. And that's what is so amazing. I really trust my new master. He is so reassuring. And he can't take his eyes off me either. I knew my own Dad liked boys, but wow, I'm like just this six year old. I guess my new master likes his boys REALLY young. And small. I didn't care. As long as it was me. And he said I would be with him almost all the time. I sure liked that. A whole lot!

After carefully memorizing the features of his master's face, Jawhar asked. "Master. May I please see myself?"

Muyassar knew at once what his slaveboy meant. And spoke a word. And immediate 360-holo image appeared in front of the now diminutive Jawhar. He was absolutely mesmerized by his new look. His master was also just as mesmerized. Of course his new boy was fashioned after his ideal of both companion and sex partner. And he was certainly glad that his slave also liked his new body – he'd have it for the remainder of his life. The process he underwent at the BoyToy labs would keep him at this physiological size and age indefinitely. And though his cognition would gradually mature, his emotional responses would stay fully regressed even towards that of a much younger boy.

Jawhar spent another full five minutes inspecting every aspect of his new body either by looking down at himself or at the holo image. He was also very careful not to touch any of his sex parts even though he wanted to so badly. He only hoped he'd always have the will power to follow that most serious rule.

But then Jawhar became just as curious about his master. And his master's body. His master was just as black as himself. And so handsome. And so sexy! He couldn't wait until his master used him for sex. To think he'd never ever done anything more than masturbate himself. He wondered if his master knew this. Probably, he decided. He knew just about everything else. And then he worried if his butt hole was big enough when he remembered that he had been sex modified too. His master had those stark staring black eyes. And even if he rarely smiled, when he did it lit up his soul. Jawhar was certain his master looked at him with the same delight as he looked at his master. And he was also surprised how quickly he was getting used to the idea of being a slave. It still didn't seem totally real yet but he was already thinking of himself as a slave. And that name thing. He though he was starting to understand. He was now no longer this 'Kevin.' It felt so strange and a bit frustrating that he couldn't even remember his own name. Of course there was now a new beginning with a new name. And it meant 'jewel.' His master thought of him as his special 'jewel.' He already felt so wanted. That alone had him happy. He was so determined now to make his master happy too.

After a while Jawhar took in his surroundings. The room was amazing with all the plants and even a running brook which appeared out of a small water fall. And there were even birds flying about. And wow the view of the ocean and all those cliffs. It was magnificent. But suddenly his curiosity about his master became so intensely overwhelming. Though he delighted in the view and was also intent on his master as instructed. He remained in that same spot. But he also started asking his master all kinds of questions. Now that he had his master's permission. And just the idea of being forced to ask permission to even move, and all that slave stuff had him so stunned for a bit. But after he just obeyed and stuff if felt almost right. He guessed maybe he really WAS a natural slave boy.

But that enema thing he was sure going to have to get used to. Toby mentioned about it but never really explained it very much. Geesh. NEVER to pee or poop normal again!

After they finished in the 'bathing' room, boy and master talked about all sorts of things especially about where he was now living and what his master did for a living. He was not too surprised to discover that his master was presently 'retired' from his former occupation and was now investigating other areas of interest. Finally the boy asked about exploring further and also about if he could contact his Dad and brother, or Toby.

"For now boy, I want you to concentrate entirely on becoming the slave I want. The boy I want. When your initial period of training is completed, you will be allowed to visit your family."

"Yes master. But I miss them. But I will be your slave. I want to be your slave. In fact the entire thing gets me so excited. Right now I just am scared I will fail in some way."

"Boy, just continue your constant effort – that itself defines the core of your success. The rest will come I have no doubt. So I command you – you are not allowed to be anxious or worried about your eventual success."

Muyassar was thrilled to hear his new slave laugh.

"I obey master."

"Now boy you will kneel. There is something which must be done."

A stranger entered the room – if one could call it merely a room. Jawhar gasped at the sudden appearance and his first reaction was to cover his genitals. He just stopped himself in time, and just knelt there in front of his master. This being naked all the time was sure going to take getting used to.

"This is Mr. Grande Manual. He is a deputy of the Unified Slave Authority. You probably know that all slaves, even Class Two consensual slaves, are required to be permanently fitted with an obedience collar."

But he already had on a collar. What was this all about he wondered.

"Master, I… yes master."

"Look boy, your collar is something quite special. Not only does it signify to everyone that you indeed are a slave, but it also is a symbol of our special relationship. And I have had a very special collar made just for you."

Jawhar wondered if he were still allowed to ask a question. He looked at his master questioningly. His master must have understood.

"Right now boy you are expected to behave under all the rules we have discussed. You are to be quiet and just obey."

"Yes master."

Somehow he was delighted to prove even to this stranger that he was an obedient slave. That he obeyed his master. He also realized that he was taking delight in BEING a slave. His master touched something to the collar he wore and it fell away. He now realized just how heavy the thing had been.

"Now boy you are a consensual slave. Do you acknowledge that I am your master for life and that you are to obey me in all things?"

It was so formal and thrilling at the same time. "Yes master." A few tears came to the eyes of a very emotional boy. His master brought out from a velvet lined box nearby two shiny halves of his new collar. They looked awfully large. In fact they were made out of a metal ceramic alloy and within was a veritable technological miracle of computer chips and sensors. And a power supply which would last a slave's lifetime.

"This collar is both the symbol of our relationship and by accepting it, you will be accepting my mastery of you for life. Will you obey me?"

"Yes master."

"Will you submit to me in all things?"

"Yes master."

"Will you strive to please me in all things as my slave?"

"Yes master."

"Then I make you my slave and my possession and I promise to care for you and protect you for as long as we shall both live."

Jawhar realized that this was definitely not a part of any legal or expected ritual. He was quickly falling in love with a master who so evidently wanted his special boy as much as he wanted his master. His master placed the two halves around his slave's thin neck and they immediately fused into one continuous piece. It would be impossible for the boy to ever remove it.

"Slave. As required by law, Mr. Manual is here to officially observe and record that you have been properly fitted with an obedience collar as required by law. This collar insures that you are legally under my control. As specified by law, any Class Two Slave who breaks the law makes both himself and his master liable. Boy, stand."

Jawhar was amazed as he was overwhelmed by the compulsion to stand. It was almost as if his body obeyed all by itself. For a split second he was scared but it never occurred to him to even try to resist. He certainly remembering how Toby had tried to explain how it felt to be so made to obey but the experience was almost impossible to describe. But instead of being distraught as many slaves the very first time they experience just how an obedience collar compels obedience, Jawhar was merely intrigued. He, of course, stood.

The Slave Authority guy held some kind of small monitor. He announced. "I officially observe compliance under the law. Thank you Mr. Muyassar for your hospitality."

Then the guy disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

Muyassar grabbed his new slave, pulled him off the floor in a tight embrace, and spoke: "Jawhar, I am immensely pleased. For the time being please act as a normal boy. Of course one who is a slave and one observing all the rules I have given you. For the future I will express this as 'boy mode' as opposed to 'slave mode.' Take advantage of this boy for starting tomorrow you will be in 'slave mode' for much of the duration of your initial training period which I expect to last at least two months. Do you understand this boy?"

"Yes master. How far am I allowed to go? I mean how far from you? What am I allowed to do?"

"Good questions boy. For the time being, while you are in the house, you must stay in the same room with me. When outside you will be mostly on leash. However, those few times you are not, you must wander no more than 15 feet [4½ m] from me. Of course this will depend on circumstance and exceptions will occur depending on my specific orders at the time and, as I mentioned earlier, depending on your independent best judgment in any emergency."

Jawhar was wondering about always being with his master. Always attending to his command and will. Quite different from how Toby lived his life as his Dad's slave.

Jawhar smiled, and the imp in him asked: "Master, aren't I EVER allowed to have any fun?"

Muyasser realized that his slave was already able to read him sufficiently to be even able to ask such a question and know that he'd take it as the joke it was. "Definitely not boy. Being a slave is always serious business. You will always be expected to act your age."

"You mean six master?" The 'slave' laughed.

"I am certain boy that you have been modified as requested, thus your appearance is that of a small slender six year old." But even with the slave's apparent nonchalance concerning this specific issue, he did nonetheless wonder about 'fun' time.

"I stand corrected master. Toby told me that whenever a master and slave disagreed on anything, the master was always correct."

"Boy, I certainly expect you to thrive being my slave. But just remember the next month or so will definitely be taxing. But there will still be times when I just want my slave boy, rather than my boy slave. And often we will just have fun together."

Jawhar wondered if a person could actually fall in love with their master so fast. He never believed in real love at first sight. But he was fast falling for his new master. (And of course he definitely DID believe in lust at first sight). And they must have done quite a lot to his sex parts. He seemed he could never quite get the idea of sex out of his mind. And being naked all the time sure didn't help. And of course he could not stop envisioning the possibility of various chastity devices. He remembered Toby mentioning how they kept one's conscious awareness of one's sex parts frequently in the fore of one's mind.

One thing about which Jawhar did not really know about was that his master had spent the most of two years searching for his 'perfect' boy. One, that for him, which could not only be his perfect slave, but one who could respond so positively to his own personality and manner of being a master. Thus what his slave was experiencing was in great part the meshing of two personalities so matched for each other. It was Muyassar who did understand what was happening. And although just as surprised at the speed and strength of what he was feeling for his new boy, he at least understood a good part of its origin. However, there seemed to him some intangible 'extra' that eluded his normally critical self. He too started wondering about this strange elusive concept of love.

Then Jawhar became aware of the size and weight of his new collar. It was fully a half inch [1½ cm] thick, an inch and a half [4 cm] wide, and heavy! It fit securely around his neck without resting on his shoulders. And he was immediately delighted in its feel. Ok it was HEAVY, but it felt comfortable. And he was not sweating underneath the thing like he did with his other collar.

"Master. Its really big, and heavy, but I'm not sweating anymore."

Muyassar realized what his boy was getting at. "It is specially made to conduct heat away from your neck so you won't sweat. And for its size it is actually light – no more than one and a quarter pounds [570 g]."

The master was wondering how his slave boy was reacting to the 'obedience' feature of his collar. It gave him such great excitement to have such control over another human being. Especially one that could not only be trained to expect total control, but to thrive under it.

"Boy lay down."

His slave immediately dropped to the floor and lay there. Again the slave was amazed at his automatic response.

"How does that make you feel boy?"

"Wow master. It's really neat! It's like I'm almost watching myself do stuff. I guess I can't disobey can I master?"

Exactly the question that Muyassar wanted to hear. "Boy, I want a voluntary slave. A slave who obeys and submits because he CHOOSES to do so. NOT a slave forced to obey. It is one of the main reasons I bought you. Now be certain to understand. I will give you an order to stand, but I want you to remain still. You are to resist as much as you can. You understand boy?"

"Yes master."

"Boy, stand."

Jawhar just remained where he was. He was surprised that his body did not automatically comply. "Master, nothing happened."

"Boy, stand."

This time he stood rising almost like an automaton. "Wow, master. How come this time I couldn't stop myself? It felt so weird trying not to stand while my body wouldn't do what I wanted. In fact it was a little scary."

"I wanted you to understand boy. It has to do with the tone of my voice. If I pitch and inflect my voice just so, the collar will force obedience. Otherwise you will be expected to obey voluntarily."

"Yes master." The boy was happy that he'd be able to prove to his master that he'd be a good obedient slave. And he marveled again just how satisfying being a real slave actually felt. He thought to himself: "I know you did it for different reasons Dad, but thank you anyway for forcing me into Indenture."

"Boy, we will be going outside very soon. Right after I show you the house. It has six rooms on the split level of three floors. There is a seventh room below the main structure which has just been furnished with you specifically in mind. But you will not see it until tomorrow. And your curiosity will have to wait. Just consider it a lesson in patience. A slave is required to have an abundance of patience."

Although Muyassar had anticipated with great joy having his own slave, this was exceeding all his expectations. He had thought that training his new slave would be in part a chore. Not in the slightest.

Slave and master explored the relatively small house – small for a multi-millionaire especially. When he had the infrequent guest over they sometimes remarked that there was simply no room for entertaining any real crowd. And though he always answered with some polite explanation, he did admit to his closest friends that he had never had any desire to entertain any crowd. The room in which they stood was the conservatory and lounge with its amazing view of the ocean front. Next to it was the study which also had a similar view if more restricted. There were all the usual electronics, communication, and computer accessibility. It held several special com lines which were necessary for Muyassar since he wanted instant access to all his principle managers and operatives.

Next was the very large kitchen and eating room. It faced the opposite direction and had a beautiful view of the forest and in the distance even a water fall coming off the Labyrinthine Plateau, a veritable maze of canyons and gorges. At the end of the corridor between the kitchen and study was the entry way with adjoining bathroom and utility room. This surprisingly large room was rarely used by Muyassar himself as it was mainly used by the part time staff and contracted services and contained all the things necessary to keep the house in order. In the opposite direction the doorway opened onto a large carport where Muyassar kept his four different vehicles. Jawhar was shocked to see not only the top of the line air and ground cars, but also a Tuskagee IV stealth aircar, capable of supersonic speeds and amazing maneuverability. He never actually seen one close up before. And there was even a small grav-car. It could even takeoff and land with no runway, even right on a city street if necessary – of course (in most cases) if the pilot were willing to pay the fine.

"You can pilot those!?" his impressed slave asked.

The boy was startled to feel a swat on his naked butt cheek. It didn't hurt that much but it still brought a few tears to his eyes. He looked up at his master and saw a small strap in his hand which had a big cut up the middle so that the part that hit him had two parts. The boy struggled not to do more than give his initial whelp.

"Boy. That swipe was part of your ongoing instructions and was not a punishment. But you need to know that you must always preface your replies with the word 'master' acknowledging your respect and submission. Do you understand?"

A cowed slave answered weekly. "Yes master. Sorry master."

"And boy, realize that your training will be ongoing but after a certain period of time I expect that your rules to be thoroughly understood and followed. The very next time you fail to preface your reply with the word 'master' you will indeed be punished. And each successive time I need to punish you it will get harsher. Understand boy?"

"Yes master." The small slave boy stopped crying and was sure hoping that he'd remember enough never to get 'punished.' That one swipe was quite enough.

The boy was quite relieved when his master smiled. And he was suddenly wondering that his master's show of displeasure seemed to hurt him worse that the swipe.

"As to your question boy, I sure wish. But no, I have a pilot on call." Muyassar also thought to himself: "But perhaps someday a certain slave along with his master might be trained to fly those aircars."

The lower level of the house, with the ground sloping toward the ocean-side, held another opulent bathroom – if a small swimming pool, hot tub with grav and force field action jets, and both a bathtub and a shower in which several people could easily luxuriate in at the same time, could be called merely a bathroom. In front of this, and with an excellent view of the coast, was a luxurious bedroom with a rather large bed. The mattress – if it could be called such – was one of those new miniature force-field kind like we had at home. There was also a small elevator connected to the bedroom which led to both the conservatory above. Jawhar would become intimately acquainted with all portions of the estate in the next several weeks, and with that large bed in just several hours.

The master delighted in giving his all-eyes-and-a-million-question slave the grand tour. But there came a unexpected questioning look on the boy's face as he noted the size and opulence of the house, each room larger than any two in his former residence.

"Master, how much time will I have to clean all this?" He knew that Toby had done a large share of the house cleaning at home – at his former home – with help from he and his older brother.

Muyassar looked at his slave in consternation for a split second and then gave out a resounding laugh. At first he was intending to pull a great prank on his new slave, but decided that this was too important to make fun of.

"Boy, you obviously misunderstand. Perhaps your Toby was expected to help keep your house where you lived, but I have staff who come in everyday to do the cleaning, keep up the grounds, the stables, the gaming courts, and the three swimming pools along with the waterfront building and my two yachts. You are too important to be relegated such mundane tasks. You are my personal slave boy. Not my working staff. Sure I expect you to serve me and to eventually learn to cook for us when I so wish to have you alone, but your time will be too valuable to waste in trivial pursuits better undertaken by hired staff."

"Oh, master." The boy murmured somewhat embarrassed. "Then just what WILL I be doing all day, master?"

"You my boy will be my companion, my personal servant, my sex slave, and later my partner in many of my enterprises. And believe me that sex slave part will take quite a lot of your time."

Both master and slave were smiling.

"Master, I'm just a little afraid. I've never been a sex…, I've never had sex with anyone, master."

The master laughed again. "Boy, it comes very natural. And you have a few surprises in store. Some of your modifications have been very special."

The slave boy was again instantly aroused. His boner stood out a furiously stiff three inches [7½ cm]. Both he and his master looked at his naked groin.

His master reiterated: "You do understand boy that touching your own sex parts without explicit permission will be severely punished. And not just instructional punishment. You belong to me. And that includes all your beautiful parts. And you do understand that with only rare exceptions you will be kept naked at all times."

"Yes master. It's hard though." And the boy instantly blushed as he realized that his reply could be taken two ways. His master chuckled.

The boy was even more aroused at this announcement then ever before. Even thought he had already been certain that he would indeed be kept naked. He also realized, with his short excursion on the car port, that the chill air was merely refreshing. He kept thinking back to Toby, having him with him usually on leash but always naked. It never occurred to him to wonder if Toby had any 'difficulty' being that way in front of everyone. Sure they talked about it several times, but Toby's feelings about it never seemed to register the full impact of his experiences. Being the one naked was nothing like merely thinking about it. But as much as it totally made him so self conscious, the sexual excitement was even more acute. Even if he now only looked like a six year old, although his penis was a bit on the large size for his body size he thought. But a six year old would not be experiencing the rampant sexual arousal as he was feeling. His sex parts might look immature, but the feeling was so much more than he had even experienced before.

A momentary lapse in self discipline and Jawhar tilted his head downward to look at his small body. He couldn't resist. He felt a sudden sharp slap on his not quite cute dimpled black skinned rump. A tear formed in the corner of his eye as he quickly straightened into proper position. He realized several things almost simultaneously. One, the pain he seemed to feel more than he thought he should. He knew that the slap wasn't delivered that hard, yet he seemed to feel it so much. But almost immediately after he also realized that he was quite… – he couldn't quite think of the precise word – well, quite OK with being disciplined. But Ok wasn't quite strong enough. It just felt so right. And finally he realized that he liked being this way. It took him some time thinking about things, but a while later he was gradually realizing that he was a six year old in more than just his physical body. His emotions and reactions were also like a small boy. He cried so easily, more from the strength of emotion than the pain. He also was discovering that he seemed to have so much less control of his emotions.

"You are a delight boy. And do not fear. When left alone, although these periods will mostly be short and infrequent, you will be rendered incapable of any temptation to touch yourself."

Muyasser master inwardly snickered as he contemplated his new slave's reaction when being shown and later 'demonstrating' the his 'storage rack.'

Jawhar suddenly imagined all sorts of restrictive bondage situations and attachments. His imagination, however, was to have proven totally inadequate as he was to discover in the days and weeks that followed.

During his second walk through the house Jawhar realized that he had no separate room or separate bed. He smiled as he anticipated sleeping with his new master. And exploring his master's body in particular detail. Of course at the direction of his master.

Twenty minutes later master and slave were on their way down the series of switchbacks to the lower trail. Muyassar eschewed the use of the cleverly concealed elevator wanting to watch the delight on his boy's face as he made successive discoveries of both beautiful vistas and interesting wildlife. And of course to see how his boy reacted to being naked outdoors and on a tether. He seemed to take delight in both. And the apparent lack of inhibition concerning the display of his obvious boner even if only 3 inches [7½ cm] – somewhat large for an apparent 6 year old but a delightful thing for his master to look at and fondle. And the attachments he had considered using on his boy's genitals required some reasonable size. But for now he just wanted his boy to experience being a slave before his real training started in earnest. Tomorrow his boy would be in full chastity. Something which tests even the most compliant and submissive of slaves.

The boy had actually reveled in being fitted with his new harness. It was actually a simple affair and not in the least restrictive. Straps of simulated leather encircled the boy at chest level and waist with vertical ones over each shoulder and connecting to the horizontal ones. They were fitted snuggly. Two additional straps extended downward from the waist belt in a 'v' aimed at his groin where they joined and then encircled his small genitals. From there a single strap came up and through his butt crack to join again at the waist. In days to come, butt plug and chastity devices would be soon added. The chest strap also opened up where it passed over the boy's small nipples leaving them exposed. There were attachments, however, which could be connected to his soon to be acquired small nipple rings. Part of the idea was to keep his boy in constant reminder of all of his sex parts. The boy would forever be 'ready' whenever his master wished to use him for sex.

There were other harnesses which would effect a greater bondage of his body and limbs, but they too would be introduced at some future date. For now Muyassar wanted to see his boy take delight in his new situation so he could gain some experience in the pure delight of being treated as a slave, which his mentality and basic drives caused him to respond to in its sexual connotation with intense feeling and pleasure. Of course Muyassar also derived his own intense pleasure form his control and mastery of such a delightful boy, especially anticipating the coming evening when he would begin his boy's lessons in man-boy sex.

The boy came to a screeching halt just as he reached what appeared to him as a step off into space under which crashed a now mild sea. Eventually he could just make out a wide shimmering walkway.

"Master, we walk on that?"

"Perfectly safe boy. It's made from a transparent beryllium-steel alloy. It will hold twenty of you."

"Sorry master, I'm just scared. You can see right through it."

"Of course boy. Isn't the view delightful?"

Muyassar had to admit to himself that the very first time he had crossed this open air bridge looking down 15 feet [4½ m] or so (depending on tides) to the ocean below it took a modicum of effort to overcome his own unease.

"Boy, you will cross now." He did not use his command tone, instead he wanted to see how his boy reacted to his desire to please his master.

The boy cringed and stepped tentatively onto the nearly transparent surface. There was nothing to hold on to and the boy didn't know that there was a force-field at the edges as a safety barrier. His master was pleased as the boy forced himself to overcome his fear. When they were about halfway across the 100 foot [30 m] span, the boy's master stopped and 'leaned' against the invisible barrier. The boy made a single gasp as he thought his master was about to fall. He was wondering if he could save his master if it turned out he could not swim. He just hoped they would not be smashed up against the cliffs about 20 yards [18 m] away.

When his master merely stayed leaning there as if suspended against gravity the boy exclaimed: "That was SO mean master."

They finally made their way across and up another even longer set of switchbacks to the top of the prominence on which was built a small restaurant. The boy's master explained that they would be eating here.

"Wow master. Master, I was wondering where we were going to have lunch. But I'm naked. There will be a whole bunch of strangers seeing me without a stitch."

"You better get used to it boy. You will accompany your master – without a stitch as you put it – wherever he goes. I know that you took your Dad's naked slave with you on numerous occasions."

But this is DIFFERENT, the boy thought. Now it's me. OK, better just march on. He was a slave after all. And only '6 years old.'

Muyassar delighted in his slave's reaction. But he knew that slaves quickly adopted to their situation. In a few months his boy would barely quibble at being required to show his naked boy body in front of total strangers. Too bad the boy's sense of modesty would not remain for very long. The boy seemed to take a serious command of himself as he so purposefully marched through the doors of the eatery and found… no one. He looked back at his master and mentally consigned him to the Sixth Depth of Deneb – the one which could freeze a person solid in seconds. His master understood that some such thought was making the boy's brain cross-circuit since the boy's emotions were almost totally transparent. If only everyone were so without guile.

Of course Muyassar also took a perverse pleasure just the same at the idea of forcing his slave to show his naked body, with a rod stiff jutting penis, to a bunch of strangers.

He heard his master chuckle.

"Not funny master. Master, now I will have to work up all that nerve all over again."

The rebuke brought another chuckle from his master. Of course there was at least one individual who suddenly appeared and Jawhar was absolutely positive that he was staring right at his exposed genitals. And his boner simply would not quit.

His master used this opportunity to teach his slave the formal protocol of eating with his master in a public venue. The boy knelt at his master's feet and only ate whatever his master deigned to feed him from his own hand. And his mouth did work even if it couldn't masticate his food too well before swallowing.

"Now boy, in some situations I will expect you to be my server. Especially when we are eating at home with guests. I know that you can not eat nut products so you need not fear to eat what I offer you. Only in private, when you are in boy mode, will you ever eat sitting next to me. Or possibly on my lap. Even at home in private I will expect to be served on most occasions."

The new slave continued being coached by his master. He was a very fast learner and didn't seem to mind at all the obvious dichotomy of status. He also had his experiences with his father's slave to draw upon. Soon the meal was over and they left to continue their walk down the promontory. Jawhar was surprised when he seemed so reasonably comfortable even with the man who served them seeing not only his naked body, and his obvious harness and leash, but also his submissive obedience and subservience. He quaked, however, at the thought that all too soon it would be some woman or girl who would see him as a naked slave. And again he wondered back when he had been out with Toby it never crossed his mind that Toby might possibly have been in the same situation. At the time it seemed so normal.

Of course Jawhar soon found himself in exactly that situation as the two encountered a group of sightseers over the next rise. Muyassar almost laughed as he could see his slave fight to keep his hands from covering up. He had not been expecting to submit his boy to open display so soon but now that it happened he enjoyed his slave's brave attempt to act so nonchalant. The boy failed miserably which only made his master eventually laugh aloud at his slave's expense.

"Very funny master. Master, it's not you who is naked on a leash in front of girls."

In truth they did stare but more at the boy's weird antics than at his naked body. Sure naked slaves were not that common even here but they had all certainly seen them on occasion in this very liberal enclave. And Jawhar was reacting more like a teenager than a six year old only adding another note of incongruity to the situation which garnered even more stares.

Finally the 'ordeal' was over and master and slave retraced their path. Although truth be told Jawhar took a perverse pleasure in being forced to march starkers in front of perfect strangers. And besides, the scenery was so utterly spectacular there were big gaps of time he had totally forgot his nudity. He master was quite happy to note that his slave seemed to enjoy the beauty and spectacular nature of the area as much as he did himself.

Two employees had been busy back at the house cleaning up and preparing their dinner which presented Jawhar with another moment to practice at being a naked slave in front of others. The two employees however reacted not at all to either the state of the slave's undress, or his such obvious status and subservient behavior, or his obvious discomfiture. Or that he was a slave at all. After a short talk with his employees, Muyassar led his slave into the huge bedroom where he prepared to teach his slave exactly how he would require him to bathe him, time permitting. The bath was well appointed with numerous sprays coming from many directions, and liquids specifically designed to leave even the most intimate of surfaces, like the anal ring and velvety interior of a boy's rectum, quite ready for more than finger exploration.

Jawhar squealed in delight at the invasion of his butt hole and the so absolutely thorough cleansing it, and all his sex parts, received. And then every square inch of his small and seemingly more sensitive body surface. He struggled mightily not to touch where his master had forbidden. Then he felt quite strange as his hair was washed, a short cropping of very fine and strangely matted hair. Hair that he'd never seen on anyone before let along felt it as his own. He couldn't stop rubbing his own head in almost wonder at the texture. Almost like a polishing pad but so much softer. And later, he took delight in washing his master's own head with the same strange covering. Then his master directed him to soap and clean his master's face, which Jawhar found a wonder and delight. His master's nose which flared into wide and quite flattened open nostrils above a sensuous set of quite fleshy and alluring lips. Lips which he could not help but fantasize meeting and crushing against his own.

Muyassar took infinite delight in the intimate exploration of his boy's smooth and exciting little boy black body. Every square inch from head to middle, from toe to middle. A middle of which he eventually took total possession.

Taking a firm hold of the boy's small genitals, Muyassar explained: "These belong to me boy. Totally. Only my body and my hands will ever touch this small penis – Jawhar almost yelped at the almost harsh tug – these miniature testicles – another even higher pitched yelp – and this area adjoining this sex hole on MY slave's tender body."

At the movement of his soapy hand along the furor behind his wrinkled testicle sac, tugging slightly on that strange feeling pee hole plug then into the open cleft of his most intimate boy parts, Jawhar almost collapsed from his own strong arousal and sexual reaction. But it was the invasion of his ribbed butt hole and beyond which made his legs so rubbery that his master had so support him. Those exploring fingers, first two, then three, pushed and out and swiveled about and then touched a spot which had Jawhar melted against his master's body and screaming in feelings he'd never new existed let alone experienced.

But all too soon he was brought back to reality of master and slave by a sharp slap to his tender buttocks. Mayussar had opened up his boy enough to note that the extreme black pigment of his boy's anal opening gave way about a half inch [1.2 cm] inside and then gradually became a pure pink just before his internal sphincter.

"Your turn boy."

And now Muyassar directed his boy in a similar cleansing exploration of his own body. The boy had to learn how to clean his own genitals, butt crack, and anal opening with care and complete thoroughness.

The boy was entranced by his masters beautiful mammoth penis and swinging testicles. Both perfectly black and he thought perfect in every respect. He thought his master's penis had to be at least a foot [30 cm] long! (In point of fact it was barely over 7 inches [18 cm], slender for its length, and smooth with few veins showing on its silky surface. Perfect for shoving into small holes, for example like that of a certain small black slave boy). The head of the penis ended in an elongated glans which had a relatively small expansion and it too was without that overhanging skin which had previously adorned the slave's penis before modification and almost everyone the boy had previously seen. He thought the 'naked' head of his master's coal black penis 'perfect' in every way. He also realized that the black skin tones of both slave and master matched exactly.

"Now boy, lick my ass hole, making sure all those tight radiating ridges are totally explored."

For the first time in hours Jawhar hesitated, and received a serious slap on his rump. A tear trickled down his cheek.

"Boy, is there some problem?"

"Master, that's where your poop comes out of."

"And that is also where an unparalleled feeling of sexual and sensual delight can originate. Say for example having one's slave boy – whose mouth and tongue by the way I totally own and direct – lick with gusto and a full determination of wanting to please his master. You ARE my slave are you not?"

For the first time during that day Jawhar was conflicted. But fortunately his determination to please his master won out. But not before he asked several questions.

"Master, all over? Even the hole?"

"Even as far into the hole that your tongue can reach."

"Master, how if it's not clean enough? I mean inside?"

"Well perhaps you better make sure it IS clean enough. You will discover that your hand will fit quite nicely."

With a strange mixture of revulsion and thrill, Jawhar set out on his task, surprised that his hand, with effort, and well lubricated, could slip inside. The experience was totally beyond his ability to put into words. Not even imagined before that day. But it would become a common method of his master's use of his sex slave to bring his master enjoyment and pleasure.

And later, after a thorough rinsing, the boy attacked his master's nether regions with first great hesitation and then more gusto as he felt a strange sexual delight curse through his body as he first lathed the outer ring and then delved into the velvety interior.

The bath ended abruptly. Jawhar changed the order of his plans. Dinner must necessarily wait. He made the necessary changes to his schedule over the house com. He then hastily dried both of them and bodily picked up his new acquisition, made into his bedroom, and literally tossed him onto his mammoth bed. The boy squealed in delight. At times he seemed to surrender to the totally unbridled emotions of the young boy his body was modified to be.

"Boy, you will now offer up your body and yourself. I own you. Every particle and every action. You will now comply and obey."

The first near rape of the small boy's body was with near maniacal desire on the part of his master.

But he momentarily forced his attention to focus onto his slave's feelings and away from his own.

"Boy, remember one thing. As I take my pleasure, it is with equal desire that you too share join with it with your own. I will never harm you. Pain can be a prelude to even greater pleasure."

The small boy was not quite sure what to make of his master's words, but they were soon forgotten as his master took the time to put large cuffs about his wrist, and then stretch his arms outward with straps attached to the sides of the bed. Jawhar gasped and then screamed as his arms were first pulled taught and then stretched a bit more. Jawhar looked up at his master with a small bit of fear. His arms were aching. Then as if he was a mere boy of 6, his legs were pushed upwards and over his body, and then he felt a searing pain as his master found his boy's anal canal with his first deep thrust. His intimate hole was ruthlessly speared with his master's (seemingly) mammoth rigid penis. A scream was torn from the boy's throat.

Muyassar allowed his desire and lust for his boy to rule. His own enhanced sexual equipment plunged on and out with total abandon. Almost too soon he felt his climax approach and was suddenly pushed over the brink by the tight contractions of ringed muscle at the entrance and within the interior of his boy's love hole. This brought a crescendo of pleasure to his own climaxing orgasm. With several more thrusts into the now almost impossibly tight sphincters of his boy's rectum, he continued to bring his final throws of passion to their conclusion, and then collapsed onto the small body beneath him.

Jawhar tried his best to understand how his master could bring him so much pain. That initial thrust seriously hurt. And for the first time he had to wrestle with his emotions and will to force himself to at least accept what was happening to him. This was not how he had imagined their first love making. But he deliberately focused on the fact that his body belonged to his master. HE belonged to his master. He tried valiantly to understand what was happening, and how he might possibly endure a lifetime of such abuse. But within seconds his own body felt a frisson of pleasure from the very area so much in pain immediately before. And then successive wave after successive wave of almost impossible to describe pleasure rose within his small body. And suddenly he was remembering Toby as he had spoken of 'butt-gasms.' But soon rational thought was totally impossible as he let his feelings, both internal and of his master's tool thrusting in and out of his rear hole, take command.

The boy felt the release of his arms as consciousness returned. His climax had been so intense that he had momentarily passed out. And now he finally understood the meaning behind his master's words. In reflection the pain he had experienced paled to insignificance. (And was eventually to be anticipated with eagerness).

Over the next two hours man and boy explored far into the realm of man-boy sex. Twice more they both came to climax. The intervening times master directed his boy in a choreography of intimate touching and licking. Almost all parts of their respective bodies were explored. And in the height of his passion Jawhar made no hesitation to do exactly as commanded as his master positioned his black and trim buttocks over his slave's face and sat directly onto it. Jawhar now discovered just what that small valve was for on his throat as his body automatically responded to the need for air as the boy's mouth and nose were otherwise unable to supply it. The boy's master luxuriated in the feeling of mastery over his boy as he directed him to lick his anal opening and its dark (and now clean) interior.

There was also another reason, his boy discovered, for the existence of that same air valve, as he later was given instruction on how to pleasure his master's penis with mouth, tongue, and throat.

As they lay quietly in the afterglow of sexual delight both master and slave almost would appear as equals as their intertwined bodies shared equal measure of contentment and sensual delight.

Eventually Muyassar decided that their abandonment of his 'schedule' had been taken far enough.

"Boy," master prodded his lethargic salve. "Much of what you yelled and screamed, murmured and squealed, and directed at me over the past hours was unintelligible. What now do your think of your decision to be my slave?"

Jawhar was suddenly in the grip of mounting and uncontainable emotions, as tears erupted from his eyes. He buried his face into his master unable to quell his spasms and trembling. Muyassar grabbed his body and positioned him in front of him

"Slave, answer my question."

"Sorry master, but everything overwhelmed me so suddenly. These things I've felt I didn't even know existed. I never knew any sex could be so over powering. Or so amazing."

With a content smile of his own Muyassar made silent but heartfelt comment: "So right boy! So right!"

The boy started to gain a measure of control and even smiled remembering those seriously intense hours of sexual abandon. He also recognized that the more aggressive his master had gotten in using his boy body, the more passive he became inviting such unbridled use.

"Boy, you have been modified to experience all the intensity of sexual pleasure enjoyed by your master. I am demanding but not insensitive. I want a boy who absolutely obeys and submits, but also a boy who is happy doing so."

"Master, I so want and need you master. Please, teach me. I want to please you so much. More than I could have ever imagined."

Another and much quicker bathing and he literally positioned his boy next to a closet in his master bedroom and opened the door. His slaved could not contain his gasp as he saw what was inside. A small trickle of fear overcame him, but also with a feeling of delight and extreme curiosity. And excitement. All those things were to be used on him!

"Boy, much of what you see will await its own time. But we must start your training."

And with that Muyassar positioned his boy into one of his 'punishment postures' standing with his short black legs slightly apart, and his body bent perpendicular at the waist with his hands firmly pressed onto his knees.

"I am sure you know what this is about."

Muyasser then picked out a two foot [60 cm] cane,

"I am sure that your Toby was well acquainted with this. This particular one is very slim and very supple meant to inflict a sting rather than a deep concussion of pain. And your gasp was not permissible, you were in formal slave mode. For this and the several small misdemeanors from earlier in the day I will now be doing exactly what you pleaded for. To be taught."

Jawhar

And by the third swat of the supposedly more stinging than really painful cane on my inviting butt, I could not stop the tears. By the tenth I was screaming unabashedly. And I had all I could do from rubbing my sore butt after it was over.

"Stand boy."

My master wiped away my tears from my eyes, and then lifted me up and pulled me crushingly into his own strong muscular body. I was in heaven as he kissed me so delicately. Again I had to resist from declaring my growing affection.

"Remember boy. You are a slave. You will obey and comply."

"Yes master."

"But it doesn't mean that you should suffer for no reason. As I said, I want a boy who thrives being my slave. This was an instruction. And more than instruction. It is now your way of life. Our way of life. It is not a punishment. You have done nothing, really, to be punished for."

"Thank you master."

I couldn't say more; my emotions were too voluble.

"Now for dinner."

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