Dirt

No Such Thing As Coincidence

Ebony-Ivory Special (boy=black) ToC

Chapter 1
Arrest & Enslavement

And this brings us to the several additional surprises concerning Craig – at least from those who knew him. First of all, Craig, though usually of a self depreciating and outwardly undemonstrative person, internally was quite self-directed and determined. And sexually he was definitely of a dominating personality. In fact most of his sexual fantasies included some aspect of controlling a boy, and more specifically a slaveboy, with both severe discipline and even physical restraints. And having been as a teen a great reader of historical fiction, Craig was quite familiar with many specific aspects of former slave societies. Especially those which allowed the owner of slaves to have their way sexually with any slave of their choice. And to Craig, the most enticing subject of his sexual urge was of a prepubescent boy who was at just the cusp of adolescent maturity. A boy still small enough to completely physically dominate but with the first blush of teen maturity and a hint of future musculature. A boy with enough maturity of mind and emotion to recognize the sexual demands of his 'master,' yet whose physical immaturity presents a slender bodily aspect and pre-pubescent genitalia. A boy with a personality which made him totally unfazed by peer pressure, but of a submissive sexual bent. And finally, the perfect boy for Craig would be of extreme Negroid feature and black as coal, with himself exercising his dominion over the boy as his white master.

Though of mostly white heritage, somewhere in Craig's genetic background was just a hint of a slightly duskier complexion and the bodily aspect of a perhaps a not too distant Oriental ethnicity. Just enough to make Craig features different and 'interesting'. He was of average height yet slender build with a more delicate bone structure and trim defined musculature. At 6 feet [1.80 m] nothing, his upper body definition – from a modest exercise program – would surprise some people to know that he barely tipped the scales at 155 pounds [70 kg]. His facial features though mostly Anglo had a definite Oriental cast. And with his ready smile and usual good humor, he was well liked by both acquaintance and his employees.

And that brings us to Craig's financial situation and standing in society. Craig's parents had left their only son with the family business. At their untimely death in very preventable and senseless high speed train accident, Craig was grudgingly awarded a substantial death benefit, though at 16 years of age he'd have much rather had his parents back. But the government had for years spent little time and effort 'regulating' the privatized rail industry and seemed not to care 'officially' about the upholding of any substantial safety protocol. So now at 28, Craig not only ran his own substantial business providing computer services to other smaller businesses, but also had a substantial investment portfolio. Though hardly wealthy, he was definitely in the very comfortable zone financially.

So this is how things stood until shaken out of his day to day regimen of work and play. It was by way of a small electronic missive, sent under the seal and protective protocols of the city government which was the small pebble which would change Craig's serene life surface though he was yet to recognize it at the time. This electronic message had summoned Craig to youth court as an advisory member of its 10 man jury panel. (In this society women were never on any such 'panel'). Though their decisions and recommendations were only advisory, they usually were taken to heart as the judge made his deliberations and final verdict in determining some youth offender's fate.

Across town, far from the comfort and restrained elegance of the neighborhood in which Craig Matthews lived, a small house fronted on a litter lined street in a disheveled looking and deteriorating neighborhood. In this house lived two stern and demanding parents together with a cantankerous grandmother, and six children. Raised in the dogma of the severely restrictive religion of his parents, little Tommy Nethers never had a chance. His five older brothers and sisters seemed to accommodate themselves to the severe, joyless, and humanly demeaning structure of this 'spiritual' household, but poor Tommy never seemed to be able to fit himself in their restrictive mold. His precocious intellect and uncharacteristic desire to explore all horizons, and especially his being unbowed by untested tenants of authority, gave him little advantage in such a situation. It seemed that the boy was in perpetual 'trouble' and undergoing a never ending series of punishments, in his parent's attempt to teach the boy 'proper' respect for authority and religious 'virtue'. A 'virtue' which militated against any effort to question what the boy was taught. Their parent's attitude was so typical: why question truth? It was all there in their sacred book. The boy's attitude: how can truth ignore fact and reason? Both life and the world had more truth to offer than a three thousand year old book.

But real trouble visited itself upon this boy when, at the age of 14½, when he finally had to admit that he was exclusively attracted to boys. And wow did he like boys, especially those much more mature than himself. And especially those so much more in Caucasian aspect. More and more his fantasies tended to envision himself being so physically dominated. And sexually used.

Now close to a half year later, Tommy himself was an above average looking teen though of less than average physical development for his age. Blue eyed, blond haired, slim and with above average athleticism, Tommy had acquired the stature and minimal musculature so common in this kind of boy at this age. Though unaware of how he affected many of the girls around him (and a few of the boys), Tommy only had eyes for those few upper classmen who seemed to exude command and leadership. Those boys who almost without conscious thought directed the actions of others and automatically assumed command. And though Tommy himself was a nonconformist and refused to bow to the ethic of either his parents or of the small segment of society into which he was immersed, sexually Tommy's fantasies were filled with bondage, control, and submission. Definitely submission. And of all of the boys Tommy admired most there was one boy in particular who captivated most of his sexual fantasies. This was Charlie Wong. This boy seemed to have acquired the best features of his Anglo mother and Oriental father. He was already just over 6 feet [1.80 m] in height, and had the acquired the musculature of one participating in the martial arts for the past five years. Alas all Tommy could do was fantasize in the privacy of his mind. And during those few occasions where he was able to use the small communications network in his father's den and 'break into' the secure networks of SinCity, Inc. where he could invade their supposedly secure feeds to their special secret customers. Though outlawed in this particular country, where there was a demand there was always someone inventive enough to override the laws of the land.

Tommy's school was a private one administered by the 'faithful' and his parents were more 'faithful' than most. Never could he allow his 'bent' to be known either to his peers and especially not to his parents. He would be condemned by all at hand at least in public. But SinCity, Inc. provided all manner of sexually explicit entertainment to many customers of all 'bents'. And that 'bent' which Tommy was gradually becoming more and more aware of included most commonly as he sexually matured, situations of man-boy sex where he was the boy. He was starting to fantasized about forced sex and ever more and more about severe control and bondage. And with the naivety of youth, he also envisioned his sex partners giving him the care and emotional love totally denied to him by his own parents. And lately this sex partner had even taken the role of a 'master' with him the 'slave'.

But Tommy was not quite as smart as he thought he was. A sting operation within their very city, had just brought down a significant membership of SinCity's customers. And within the recovered electronic database, Tommy's electronic address, with his 'illegal' account with SinCity was about to have his life and secrets crash around him.

Two weeks after his account was unaccountable canceled, a thoroughly shocked Tommy, and equally shocked family, found two detectives at their doorstep.

Tommy stood several steps behind his mother as he heard those fateful words: "Mrs. Nethers?"

"Yes officer?" She answered with more question than alarm.

"We have a warrant for the arrest of your husband, a Mr. Theodore Nethers, and a second warrant for the confiscation of all computer equipment at this address."

Tommy gasped and almost collapsed. And finally burst out crying realizing that his life, for all intents and purposes had probably ended. At least in the view of a naive and relatively inexperienced young teen.

After almost infinite chaos, many recriminations and protestations of innocence by his Dad, Tommy finally confessed. Though not very close to either of his parents, and especially his father, Tommy could not in conscience allow his Dad to actually be arrested for something he himself was guilty of. And he condemned himself with the words: "It was me. I was the one who had the account. I am the one who is guilty."

Two weeks later Tommy found himself in Juvenile Detention awaiting the determination from the District Judge if he were going to be tried as a 'unrecoverable offender'. Even if he was barely 15, the cries of an outwardly expostulating (and hypocritical) city was asking for maximum punishments for all involved in the sting operation. And with the abandonment of his parents, his family, and all others who knew him, including a teacher who had promised to stand by him, but who had caved in under immense pressure placed on him by his subordinates, Tommy had no chance. It did not help that Tommy remained defiant to the end. It also did not help that as a minor he was not allowed any legal representation without his parents' permission. Parents who had disowned him two weeks prior. And it did not help that the judge provisionally in place of judgment in Juvenile Court, that day of this adjudication, was a member of his father's church.

And so the die was cast. And the stage set. And enter Craig Matthews.

The day Tommy appeared in Juvenile Court for the above adjudication was coincidentally the exact first day of Craig Matthew's empanelment on the 10 man advisory jury. And rules permitted private questioning of the accused by any member of the jury. And Craig was intrigued by the charge – how could a barely 15 year boy be charged with 28 counts of felony deviant behavior and felony reception of deviant materials. Behavior with whom? And what kind of deviant materials?

After the charges were read and testimony from detectives given Craig, also a client of SinCity, Inc., realized that he would be exactly where this poor unfortunate boy was if he had not had top of the art security measures on his computer. And he decided that he had to talk with this poor boy. And thus, in spite of objections by the prosecution, he was granted an unmonitored interview.

Tommy, in the meantime, had spent a mostly boring two weeks in Juvenile detention. But he was nothing if not resourceful. And determined. He had hoped that all the fruits of his past two weeks efforts on the communications computers in Juvenile Hall would never be needed. Their purpose was to allow detainees access to youth counselors and other groups advocating repentance and reconnection to the traditional authoritative structures pf their society. But Tommy had other goals. (And if those authorities had realized he had again circumvented their security controls he would be in even more trouble – if that were possible). Though it was more an exercise in defiance than a well thought out true option. And his resolve never to be put into prison for what he had done was more teen rebellion than an aspect of contemplated future reality. But he was now crushed under the cruel determination of a court system and a society's hypocritical desire to punish. That they were about to punish a relatively innocent boy did not matter to these so righteous people. The charges could earn Tommy more time than second degree murder, because of their irrational response to homosexual behavior. If Tommy had any lingering doubts about his moral stance within the religious community which had supported such a prosecutorial condemnation, they had now evaporated. And his situation was about to hurl a desperate and naïve teen into a world he could barely have even fantasized about. His two weeks secret communications had included a correspondence with a representative of BoyToys, Inc., of which SinCity, Inc. was a subsidiary. And it was about to propel Tommy into the world of boy sex-slavery. Even if such a prospect so frightened him at a very basic level, Tommy was determined to escape his society's apparent future retribution at all cost. (Though on some internal level Tommy was just a bit excited and intrigued by this prospective alternate course). Tommy, with his next simple message communicating a simple code, could actually sell himself into permanent slavery.

Back to Craig Matthews who had arranged a meeting with Tommy. The two faced each other in a small room adjacent to the hearing room. And all Craig could see was a very anxious and shocked little boy who after a short repartee concerning charges and possible prospects asked: "But I'm just a kid. How can they actually do that? Are you sure?"

"Sorry kid, but after speaking with most of the 10 members of the panel, I don't think my objections will count for much. I wish I could do something for you."

The boy, now desperate beyond all reason said: "Well you can. You can send a message to this electronic address. This is a secure channel if you use the new SecurityGuard software, level 8 or better. Do you have that?"

"Actually I have even better." No need to let the boy wonder how come I had state of the art security. "What do you want sent?"

Tommy explained. "And it has to be before they take me from this courtroom. After then it will be too late. Let me write you the code."

Craig was now mystified. What could this boy have in mind? And what message was he sending, and to whom?

"I don't know kid. I mean I would have to come up with some excuse to be temporarily released from today's panel. And that would take some doing. And how do I know this won't cause me more grief than I want to handle? I need some more information. I can't do this totally blind."

Tommy started crying. "Please. This is my only chance. I can't go to prison in this country. I would never survive."

"OK. If I send this message what will happen?"

"It's all arranged. They have my psych profile and they have agreed. Send that message and I will be kidnapped as I leave this courthouse. Security will be just two guards, so this will be my only chance."

Craig was intrigued: "Kidnapped? By whom? Who would go to all that trouble?"

"BoyToys, Inc. I have offered myself to them."

Craig had barely even heard of BoyToys, Inc. a company on Bundus III, and most of what he had heard he had assumed more myth than fact. "But if what all anyone knows is true, which most doubt, they are in the business of making sex slaves out of boys. Usually prepubescent boys at that."

Tommy was frightened just thinking about the possibility. But he had convinced himself this was better than the alternative.

"They have guaranteed that I would be modified and regressed to pre-pubescence, and that I would still be able to experience sexual arousal and even orgasms. And they also promised, with my psych profile, to be offered as a near regular boy in some high end sex-boy market. Either a good boy brothel or maybe even to some rich dude wanting a boy sexslave."

Craig's own sexual predilections were now a definite factor in what he now decided on the spur of the moment. He even entertained for a moment a fantasy concerning himself and little Tommy. Though he realized he usually pictured himself as mastering a kid of much darker skinned ethnicity. He'd most liked kids who still had a very strong Negroid ethnicity in a society where strong single racial backgrounds was uncommon. He frequently imagined the contrast of his dark ivory colored penis thrusting into a black hole. His hands gripping the black flesh of a smooth skinned black boy. His own face only inches away from the luscious full lips of that small innocent black face.

Craig Matthews wrested his thoughts back to boy in front of him. A boy making an amazing decision. He briefly wondered who would be eventually mastering this blond haired blue eyed innocent but determined boy. And with a grin he realized he was in part that he was making his decision with the idea of providing some man a boy of his desires. His decision would also lead to a chain of events which would in fact change both their lives forever.

Four hours later, Craig Matthews was in his den attempting to discover all he could about BoyToys, Inc. on the proscribed planet of Bundus III. Almost all trade with this planet was forbidden, along with restricted travel. There was probably more misinformation circulating about the strange governments on Bundus III than actual fact. And probably even less correct information about this mysterious company, BoyToys, Inc. Craig was perusing this almost mythical company now that he knew that there was a substantial amount of available information about this company and about their trafficking in boy slaves available on less than legal WSI InfoNets.

Craig sent the message plus the necessary code.

Thus five hours later, little Tommy was finally secured in a SafeSecure boy transport cage and was already on his way to the labs of BoyToys, Inc. The code given by Craig had initiated a number of events. The BoyToy representative gave the go ahead for the capture (or rescue) of Tommy Nethers outside of Juvenile Hall court. Another communiqué alerted the huge Cargo Transport Alliance IV to receive a last minute 'special cargo'. Then finally, a certain administrator for Boy Toys, Inc. was smiling as he talked on a secure channel to the lead doctor in the section of BoyToys labs which prepares for sale those few boys who are both perfect candidates as determined by their sexual preferences and psyche profile, and also, and much less commonly available, those who are (naively) willing candidates. Usually with very minimal brain pathway reconditioning, these boys make exceptionally good candidates for those buyers who want an absolutely dependable boy who can be advertised as 'real boys' for 'real man-boy sex'.

Soon after Craig returned to the court he signaled Tommy and was leaving again having claimed a personal emergency. An hour later another coded signal was sent to the person who put into action a series of events which allowed a communications jamming low level air car to land (illegally) in the roadway outside the courtroom just as Tommy was being escorted by two guards toward their own transport. Two guards were soon rendered unconscious on the ground and Tommy was literally tossed into the back of the air car. Only minutes later this car alighted next to a ground transport into which a frightened yet still excited Tommy was carried inside. Ten minutes later Tommy was in a non-descript warehouse being addressed by the team coordinator, an agent of BoyAbductions, Lmt.

"I know you have many questions Tommy, but there is no time. We must stay ahead of any possible pursuit. I assume you want this to happen. You see that strange rectangular contraption in front of you. It is a secure method of transporting you all the way to Bundus III. You will be off-planet in less than two hours. I want no questions – only compliance. You need to totally strip as you are prepared for shipment."

In spite of an adrenaline rush which was starting to abate, Tommy was finally recognizing the fact that he had cheated what this city was calling 'justice'. But he was now starting to wonder at what cost. But with an overriding determination, and an excitement both sexual and emotional, Tommy quickly shed all his clothes and allowed himself to be prepared. He was never before naked in front of clothed adults before and his youthful modesty had him attempting to cover his solid five and a half inch [14 cm] erection. To little avail. The three people preparing Tommy for transport smiled noting the boy's reaction. A catheter was inserted into Tommy's urethral slit as he struggled to stop an orgasm as strange hands touched his hardened member for the first time in his short life. He was then bent over as a small butt plug was first inserted passed his very sensitive sphincters and into his rectum – another first. (It was quite a different thing having someone ELSE stick something into his most private hole). Another short attachment was plugged into the butt plug and Tommy gasped as it both increased significantly in size and annealed itself to his very flesh. He was then unceremoniously shoved legs first into separate compartments of that strange box like contraption. All this while the coordinator was explaining to Tommy just what was happening and why.

"Boy, this is called a SafeSecure boy transport cage. It will allow your transport with total safety and comfort. The memory foam will hug your body snugly but with enough give to minimize the possibility of any cramping, with additional drugs which will be administered to assure a comfortable journey. You are valuable cargo."

Tommy was not quite calm about being called cargo but suddenly realized that he was just that. As a slave, beginning right now, he was property. In spite of his mental conditioning all his life rejecting the very idea of being someone's property, he was again quite sexually aroused at this exact prospect. And that plug in his butt, substantially large, also contributed more to his arousal than his discomfort. His legs found their way into their separate sleeves and soon both plug and catheter were attached to apparatus within the cage. He was then put into a full sitting position as the back of the cage was pulled upward and secured. At this same time his arms were also guided into their own separate compartments and secured into their own comfortable confinement. By this time he realized that his entire body was enclosed within a rectangular box with only the front of his face free and sort of sticking out above the main portion of what the guy called a boy cage. Just that idea of a boy cage contributed to his own sexual arousal. Which was now so elevated that he just allowed himself to actually enjoy what was happening. He then gasped as a control was touched and his genitals were enclosed within their own segment of the cage. The three men who were preparing this small boy for delivery snickered as they noted an obvious orgasm contorting what was still visible of the boy's face. At this final encounter of his genitals with an outside agency Tommy was suddenly in the grip of the most intense orgasm of his young and inexperienced life.

As Tommy was taken up in the afterglow of his orgasm, an impatient coordinator started forcing another plug into Tommy's mouth. Tommy was jolted back to reality as the plug was fixed, inflated, and forced its residence into his now quite stretched mouth. He started to struggle as he felt the strange invader. Even during his own efforts to satisfy his own fantasies, never before had his mouth been so invaded.

"Stop shaking your head boy, this is merely a means of keeping you hydrated during your trip."

Tommy quieted as the guy explained how the plug could give him short liquid nourishment by the simple measure of sucking on it.

He looked upward as his attention was then directed to a small slender set of tubes.

"Now boy, this will be inserted into your nostrils to make sure of a supply of air for the trip. The outside is specially medicated to allow for minimal discomfort during placement."

Tommy was glad of the supposed medication though his definition of minimal discomfort seemed to be different than that of his abductor. He would have used a different word. Finally a front portion of the boy cage was placed over his face, allowing only a small opening for him to see out. He now realized that there was very little movement allowed any part of his entire body. But he was also grateful to note that he was nevertheless quite comfortable. By the time his cage was placed and secured into its own weird looking crate, Tommy was smart enough to realize that he was also being drugged as he felt himself seemingly feel somewhat apart from his body. He later discovered that much of his journey had him fading in and out of short periods of sleep. He soon lost all concept of time. He also realized at some indeterminate interval that the drugs being introduced must have something to do with his later total lack of apprehension or fear. He seemed to view his entire situation with more excitement than anything else. He was at the start of an extraordinary adventure. So at least his altered perceptions were directing his mind.

Three days later, a small but sophisticated shuttle left the cargo bay of the big Trans Space-Time cargo ship with fourteen large containers. Fourteen containers, fourteen boys, all destined for the BoyToy labs. In one container was Tommy. The containers were eventually transferred to a low altitude transport and taken to the reception area of the labs. But while most of the boys, still in the confines of their SafeSecure boy transport cages were transferred to the main labs, several of the boys, including Tommy, were released and lifted onto a grav-gurneys and taken to a separate area of the lab where psych doc, Dr. Manuel was eagerly awaiting his latest special boys. And one boy in particular.

Tommy, though totally naked, seemed unaware that anything about this was amiss, and had trouble concentrating on everything going on. Through his mental fog he realized that he was naked but somehow he couldn't quite grasp the significance. The drugs given him during transport would take several hours to work through his system if left on their own. But he was sure relieved to be out of the confinement of his SafeSecure boy cage. (At least that was what the other guy had called it. Tommy thought it a 'thou-shalt-never-move-again-box'.) At first it seemed to get him all sexy feeling, but after a while he just kept dreaming of being released. The attendant who was taking Tommy along the corridors reveled in the sight of a cute teen who was just into the first stages of physical maturity, although his solid five and a half inches [14 cm] seemed a bit out of proportion along with his somewhat pendulous testicles. Too bad he could not see the boys butt crack. The boy was looking around and several times tried to undo the loose straps holding him onto the gurney. By the time they had reached Dr. Manual's office the boy was trying to ask some questions but wasn't very understandable.

Dr. Manual looked down at his special project. This boy was to have only minimal brain pathway adjustments but they had to be very precise. The idea was to produce a BoyToy as close to a natural boy as possible yet still totally dedicated to his role as a sex slave. A pre-pubescent sex slave. His modifications would include the latest in gene-splice technology, some surgery, and certain permanent drug implants. These procedures would be carried out in a three-fold progression. One, all the usual modifications were to be made. The boy would be retrogressed a year or so in physical development so that his physiognomy and build would be that of a slightly younger boy, about that of a prepubescent 13 year old. And the usual enhancements of rectum and rectal sphincters were to be completed so that the boy could accommodate with little difficulty up to the largest human adult penises while at the same time ensure a tight velvety hole along with the muscle strength to give the perspective client a vigorous rectal massage. Likewise the boy's mouth will be rendered toothless along with the addition of fleshy ridges to aid in its ability to give proper oral stimulation. The boy will have to adapt to this new mouth configuration to speak clearly but all previous boys had little difficulty after the first month or so. And again the boy's throat would be slightly enlarged to accommodate the largest of adult penises. The boy's tongue too would be lengthened enough so that it could easily reach and massage that special spot within his clients' rectums. And since this particular boy was already sold to Rent-a-Boy, Inc. also of Bundus III, other special modifications would need to be carried out. There will be upgrades of both his tendons and ligaments so that hanging by either ankles or wrists will cause no future damage. (The rotator-cuff was notorious for accruing damage with even moderate periods of hanging a boy by his wrists or stretching him on a rack). The skin and underlying connective tissue would also be upgraded for two diverse reasons. Though Rent-a-Boy, Inc. did not allow their boys to be tortured per se, their boys, depending on the mind set of the renter, would be subject to possible moderate tactile punishments with flogger, sonic whip, short crop, and/or slender cane, (plus other esoteric instruments), and they wanted a short recovery time. There was also the issue of allowing for the boy's comfort from cold as the boys were commonly lead around outdoors completely naked, especially at those resorts which catered to boy-lovers rich enough to afford bringing either their own boy, or a boy rental.

Next, in order to keep the boy at this same moment of physical development indefinitely, his testicles were to be removed and replaced with the latest of BoyToy's aphrodisiac producing orbs. These marvels of biochemical engineering simulated the boy's original testicles and would release several chemicals when stimulated in the usual way. One was a powerful chemical which when ingested would greatly enhance the man's sexual experience both as to intensity of feeling, length of orgasm, and quick recoverability. The next chemical produced would mimic testosterone to provide for the boy's near continual sexual arousal but without triggering further maturation of his secondary sexual characteristics. And finally a change in the Growth Hormone and other hormones normally produced by the maturing boy was also to be eliminated. The final product – a boy who will remain a boy indefinitely.

And that brings us to the second specification necessary for Rent-a-Boy, Inc. The boy was to generally enjoy their experience as a rented sex slave so that he will be that more accommodating to the needs of his clients. Through long experience Rent-a-Boy, Inc. has realized that the more the boy actually enjoyed his time serving as the man's sex slave, the better the experience would be for their clients. And that was another reason to keep the boys as natural as possible. And so willing participants such as Tommy were a definite premium. Of course, additional enhancement to the boy's genitalia and especially his prostate were also deemed necessary so that the boy would not only be in constant 'need' for sexual release – and thus always ready to be used for sex – but also would allow the boy itself to experience significant and often repeatable orgasm was again a means of keeping the boy happy and well motivated in his need to be the man's sex-slave.

And getting back to the boy's self image, motivation to perform as needed, and willingness to devote his entire effort to this end, required the very delicate restructuring of the boy's brain pathways. And that is now what Dr. Manual was to determine. Each boy was different. In addition to all the usual brain pathway mappings under all the usual conditions of both sexual arousal and non-arousal, and the data collected during the hours long response testing, Dr. Manual liked to also interview the boy personally under full monitoring protocol to get the most precise readings.

As Tommy looked up at him Dr. Manual used a high pressure injector to administer an antidote for the drugs that had been administered during the boy's transport. He then allowed the boy to sit in a comfortable chair (with proper restraints of course) while the boy was allowed to 'reawaken' to his surroundings. It took only minutes before the boy was suddenly very conscious of his nudity in front of a clothed stranger. Dr. Manual chuckled as the boy tried to cover with his hands his stiff erection. A penis quite well developed for his age.

"Please listen up boy. Do you understand where you are?"

"Some kind of hospital?"

"Not quite. You are in the labs of BoyToy, Inc. You volunteered for modification. I am happy to let you know that your specific request to be modified for high end brothel or use as a personal sex-slave to individual clients has been fulfilled. In fact you have already been sold."

At this pronouncement Tommy was now fully realizing the total finality and extreme situation he had placed himself into. But he allayed his fears and forfeiture of much of what he had previously assumed would be his future by telling himself that this future was infinitely preferable than that which his own parents and his city's judicial system had in mind. He looked up at the man with a little fear and a few tears.

"Sold? Wow I'm a slave already? You promised that I would be allowed to enjoy the sex with these guys. Is that still true?"

"Be most assured boy. In fact, after your modifications are complete, you will find your pleasure much more intense and rewarding. And we guarantee that throughout your life, you will continue to enjoy your sexual slavery every bit as much."

Dr. Manual specifically did not state how this was to be accomplished. When transported back to Rent-a-Boy, Inc., after each term with the client (or clients) was completed, Tommy would be placed in a reconditioning tank where any necessary repairs would be made, along with the necessary reconditioning of his anal sphincters and throat and mouth areas. And one very important drug would then be administered. This drug would totally erase ALL memory of the previous time with that client. It will be as if every new client will be Tommy's very first! Tommy – in the guise of a real boy – would truly be a BoyToy, whose total future existence was to be something only used for the client's pleasure, although it was as much as a boy companion as a boy sex slave. Once his mission was begun, Tommy would never appreciably change, he would never be allowed to 'learn' bad habits or inappropriate responses. He would always be that boy he was with his very first client, always eager to fulfill his role as a dedicated Rent-a-Boy!

Tommy, unaware what Dr. Manual's smile was all about, was more concerned with those 'modifications'. And Dr. Manual explained again what was to be done to enhance the boy's experience. (Even if the modifications were more for the client than for the boy himself). One specific item garnered a rise in the boy's anxiety and fear.

"You mean I'm going to loose my penis!? But you guys promised!"

Dr. Manual knelt next to the boy and started petting the boy to reassure him and calm him down. (Of course a specific portion of the boy's anatomy responded in opposite fashion). "Please listen carefully. You will ALWAYS be able to experience full orgasm and pleasure when the clients use you for sex. I assure you that even though your testicles and penis will be reverted to those of a prepubescent boy, they will still function normally. (The doctor had to explain that in words the boy could understand). In fact your prostate will be so enhanced that you will experience orgasm at an even greater degree. It will just be necessary to stimulate you a bit differently."

Tommy was still a bit worried. Especially when the man used the word 'differently'.

"What do you mean differently?"

"Well you can have an orgasm now by manipulating your penis. And of course when someone else does it, it's even better. Well after your modifications are complete, doing stuff to your penis will bring you to the brink of orgasm but only prostate stimulation will allow you full release."

"What do you mean prostate stimulation?"

"Do you know where your prostate is located and what it does?"

This Dr. Manual was able to explain quickly because the boy already had a good understanding.

"And so when something is pushed in and out of your rectum, or is kept there but made to stimulate you in some way – like a vibrator – you will then have your orgasm. I assure you that this orgasm will radiate out into the rest of your body much more so than one originating in your genitals. It will be more intense, last longer, and be felt by more of your entire body. And oh yes, you will be able to have them quite frequently, as often as every ten to fifteen minutes. How about that?"

This was a major 'selling point' in getting a boy's avid cooperation in his future mission as a sex slave. And Tommy was no different. He was quite smiling after the situation was totally explained. Dr. Manuel simply left out several particulars. One, the boy was totally at the mercy of his client for future sexual release. In addition, many of his future clients would most likely see fit to discipline their Rent-a-Boy as they and for even the smallest infraction. But given the mind set of Tommy, and other boys like him, he will easily submit to such treatment. Especially after the careful brain pathway modifications. Tommy would also discover that being a sex slave required him to administer to his clients in any way they saw fit. Including forcing Tommy's tongue to make intimate contact with whatever portion of the client's body they desired, especially his genitals and rectal orifice. Tommy would no doubt become quite adept at this during his future training sessions. And these would be conducted before administering the drug which initiate his brain chemical modification so that it would later be subject to the memory erasing treatments.

They talked some more while Dr. Manual kept reassuring the boy that his future life would be a comfortable and rewarding one. (Not too much a lie even if his future life was to be severely restricted).

"And oh yes we now come to the last very important thing. Your new owner requested that you be made into a boy with extreme Negroid features. It seems that many clients these days seek out the unusual in their boys, and this notably includes strong unmixed racial and ethnic characteristics."

Tommy looked at the doctor in shock. He had never thought about how he would look except a year or so younger. "A black boy?"

"Yes. And know what is great about this? You get to actually choose how you will look."

Dr. Manual was quite aware that Tommy was never very happy with his looks. Although above average in both build and facial features, Tommy always longed after those boys who were much darker than himself and specifically those of different racial backgrounds. So during the next 10 minutes or so, as Tommy was shown quite a few holo-images of black boys, he was delighted with looking at one after another. And was delighted at the future prospect of looking like that himself.

"Wow, he is sure cute."

It seemed that the more extremely Negroid the boy's features were, the more Tommy liked as the future him. Finally he asked: "Can you show me the very blackest boy you got?"

The doctor smiled. He was correct. He now showed the image that his client had actually requested. The boy was quite cute but very definitely of Negroid characteristic. The forehead was sloped, the deeply set black eyes dominated the upper portion of the face; the nose, nonexistent directly below the eyes, suddenly appeared but very became very flattened and flaring outward to quite an extent at its end. At the bottom the nose was wider than it was long. And below that were the absolutely luscious and quite full thick lips. The body itself was the epitome of 'boy' at its best. Slender form with just a hint of muscle, and a dimpled butt which would drive the most jaded boy lover mad with desire. The boy's butt hole contained a series of ridges radiating outward and was perfectly formed and placed within the most delectable boy crack which in turn was perfectly sized to accommodate a man's face – and tongue. The boy's limbs were slender but held just the perfect form of muscle and tone. The boy's trunk had just enough flesh over hips, stomach, and ribs so as to cover them in velvety smoothness, but still allow for them to be noted – definitely a boy! The boy's back was likewise covered just enough to provide that delectable boy smoothness, yet still allow the client to number each bone of his boy's spine. Tommy was delighted.

"Wow. He is sure black! And wow, my penis was never that long when I was that age!"

Tommy was referring to the boy's color – just about as dark as the human skin could get – and the boy's genitals which were more like that of a boy who would have developed into perhaps among the largest of human sexual appendages – only his appendage would never mature. The penis – shown fully erect – was almost a full 5 inches [13 cm] long even if quite small in circumference, sticking just slightly upwards from the horizontal. And it was definitely not over an inch [2½ cm] across. Its slightly bulbous head still had the smallest remnant of foreskin still covering it. And the large marble sized testicles swung fully two inches [5 cm] below in their pendulous wrinkled sac.

And so it was decided. Tommy was led – in his seemingly forever fully erect state – over to the grav-gurney. He was embarrassed again at his so aroused state in front of the clothed men.

"Don't try to cover yourself boy. Your clients will delight in seeing you fully erect, even if your genitals will be much less mature."

Tommy tried to smile through his acute embarrassment as he was wheeled through corridor after corridor. It seemed like everyone in the entire place lined the hallways just to see his erection. But his intense fear seemed to have abated. In fact he was excited as his body was prepared for his first gene splice and a trip into the environment tank which would nurture his body. The specific gravity of the liquid inside which he would actually breathe was quite low so there was also a series of micro force fields which would hold him away from the floor and sides while the required tubes connected to his urethra, rectum, mouth allowed for the exchange of nutrients and elimination of waste. Tommy would not fully awake until all of his gene-splices were completed and his body reformed and modified to specification. At that time he would undergo a short but rigorous training and conditioning regime. And after that the final change to his brain chemistry would be allowed so that the erasure of his subsequent memories could take place on demand. (Memories now held were to be mostly left alone. It was anticipated that there need be only about a 8 to 11 % removal). Rent-a-Boys, Inc., in about five months, would receive the next in its line of boys for rent.

Chapter 2
Rent-a-Boy

But this facet of Craig's story is relatively irrelevant. What is notable is that the entire experience seemed to pry Craig out of his years of satisfied existence. But there is quite a step from going from merely engaging in fantasy to actually doing something especially if one's fantasies included activities considered felonious by the society in which one lived. However, Craig's curiosity was peaked and he started an electronic search for information. He expected little difficulty; after all if a 15 year old teen was able to gain the interest of this near mythical company, he should have no difficulty. But Craig had not previously obtained an entry into the databases of SinCity, Inc. a subsidiary of BoyToys, Inc. Nor was Craig of an age and sexual disposition to attract the interest of BoyToys, Inc. But Craig knew through running his own business, that there were other ways to get information and if nothing else, Craig was patient and persistent.

Five weeks later Craig announced to his stunned group of senior managers that he was taking a vacation – probably be away for a week or so. (It would be his first lengthy holiday in years). Two days later he found himself 2000 miles [3200 km] across the globe, in one of the few countries on his planet whose government did not maintain such rigid controls on interplanetary communication nor did they seem to care if that planet was Bundus III. By the second day Craig had gigabytes of information. Of course he quickly realized that BoyToys, Inc. was merely a provider of very specially modified boys, as was their only major competition, BoyBots, Inc., located even further away on the man-made Icarus Ring-world. But for Craig Mathews the prices of BoyBots were prohibitive, even if BoyToys made their prices seem like a bargain basement sale. So he kept searching and readily discovered that not only did almost all the countries of Bundus III have no restrictive regulation concerning boy prostitution, several of the major countries allowed open slavery of both boys and girls so long as those enslaved were not from their own country. And there were no less than four companies whom he found advertised off planet their 'stock' of boys available in various venues, one of which offered actual 'rentals' on a daily, weekly, and even longer periods of times. Of course you first of all had to be rich enough to travel off planet. Then you had to be even richer to 'rent' one of their boys. But when he watched the streaming visuals he was immediately in severe lust.

Even days later he could hear their pitch, while the visuals played in the flat-screen background. (Holo-projection required excessive band width for this kind of shotgun advertisement from off planet).

Tired of boys being lethargic and obviously feigning interest because you were their 100th customer this week? Tired of being forced to enjoy your boy of choice but not in your location of circumstances of choice? Tired of just mundane sex with your boy of choice?

And even if you decide to pay those exorbitant fees required by our competitors to get your boy into the settings and the circumstances and the length of time you want, what do you actually find? A boy so mind controlled that the boy seems anything but real? Or a boy so mind altered that he seems but a mere caricature of a real boy?

If you want a truly REAL experience with a REAL boy then even our exorbitant fees will be welcome. And there is one more thing we can offer to make your 'boy experience' be the best you have ever had – our boys are truly happy. Our boys will be your enthusiastic companion – guaranteed!

That one line kept running through Craig's head as he was returning home after a shortened vacation.

Our boys are not only real, they are ALL BOY!"

It took Craig two months to obtain an off planet visa. It took another week to arrange the trip off planet. And the earliest transportation he could find (at a price he wanted to pay) was several more months distant.

By this time, back in the labs of BoyToys, Inc., Little Tommy was enjoying a day free of tank and of all the tubes and wires and other paraphernalia needed for body modification on this level of complexity. And he felt remarkably well. And strangely he didn't seem to mind that he was somewhat smaller – though he didn't notice this until he was placed on another gurney and brought into some kind of examining room. But he did notice right away that his penis was not so small! But wow was he still so sexually aroused. And wow was he so naked! He kept wanting to cover up but his limbs were kept still by micro force fields. He was valuable property and all precautions against injury were being taken. He also tried to ask all kinds of questions but nobody seemed to want to answer.

He wanted desperately to find out what all was happening to him. "Please, can't someone answer me?"

One of the doctors – he presumed that they were doctors – answered. "Your body has just adjusted to the first set of gene splices. We need to make sure that everything is as expected. Just relax boy. Everything is OK."

Tommy was sure glad there were no girls around. Nobody seemed to care that his penis was sticking up into the air totally hard. He was SOOO embarrassed!

"Can I get some clothes to put on?" he asked so innocently.

One of the guys over at a group of virtual monitors looked up and laughed. "Hay kid. Get used to it. I seriously doubt you will ever have any clothes again. At least none that will stay on your cute body for any length of time."

Now Tommy was REALLY embarrassed. And if possible his slender penis – though now it stuck outward to almost 5 inches [13 cm] – got even stiffer. He SO needed to jack off. Of course he needed some privacy first. And then he wondered about his sexual feelings. When this age before (was that the right way to think about things he wondered) he got a lot of stiffies but masturbation was not an idea that came readily to mind. Could he even do it? Or have an orgasm? He wished he knew more about these things. And now all the adults seemed bigger. He wondered just how small he was now. And he started wondering about all kinds of things. And wow he realized that it was REALLY happening! He got scared again suddenly remembering that he was SOLD! He knew that he would be used for sex stuff, and that he wasn't so worried about, but what about everything else? He looked down at himself, at least as much as the force fields on this thing would allow, and he started realizing that he was REALLY slim and REALLY black. All that hard earned muscle that he worked to put on was almost ALL gone! But besides his apparent age and his little, Ok slender, genitals, nothing seemed different. He pretty much felt the same. Just smaller again.

"I don't really feel very different. What all's been done to me? Besides making me so black?" And at that thought he was so wanting to see how he looked, or more importantly, his facial features. He tried to move his facial muscles about trying to determine if he could sense any major differences, but nothing seemed strange until he started licking his lips. And wow were they so fat now. And that was when he looked downward and realized he could no longer the very end of his nose. He tried to wiggle it but couldn't decide if it felt changed.

Two of the guys seemed so intent with waving things all around him and the other at all the monitors seemed to now too engrossed in his work. So Tommy shouted: "PLEASE, someone please answer me!"

The guy with the beard looked straight into his eyes, smiled and replied: "You are about halfway turned into the cutest kid this side of creation. Don't panic. Everything you'd been promised will be done." The guy then looked down at the boy's quite stiff penis and marble sized testicles. "And don't worry; your equipment may work differently when we are finished, but you will certainly have a lot of sex and I assure you, you will enjoy it even better than before."

Tommy was again quite embarrassed. People just didn't talk about these things so boldly, at least not kids and adults. Not in Tommy's world. He again tried to will his penis to cooperate. And then tried to cover himself again. That guy sure seemed interested. But he was tiring quickly and dropped his shoulders and head back down onto the well foamed gurney. Suddenly he was thirsty. But so much was blitzing through his mind that he was starting to get REALLY scared now. What the heck had I done? Would I have been really better off in prison? Tommy finally let his thoughts turn to other things. He was actually now missing his brothers. And even his sisters. And his mom. He started wondering what they were doing right then. Did they even miss him? And suddenly remembering how they all reacted toward him and even refusing to see him those last two weeks, he started crying. Tommy started feeling quite persecuted. And he was REALLY worried what was REALLY going to happen to him. He was hoping that he would not just enjoy all that sex stuff they talked about, but he wondered just how much of NON-sex stuff he would ever be doing again. From what he remembered what that guy said back on his own planet, was that he'd be happy where he was sent. He sure hoped so. He was almost overwhelming himself with all kinds of conflicting emotions and started now crying aloud. And now THIS was so embarrassing too.

One of the guys started lightly rubbing his chest. It felt pretty good. "Don't get upset kid. You're doing well and you will be out of here in another several months. And I promise you, you will be taken good care of. You are quite valuable."

Tommy was really struck by this. "Valuable"? And then he realized all over again that he was now considered a slave. The actuality of that was hard to really comprehend. But he stopped crying and he was realizing that for some reason that very fact gave him that such strange sexy feeling.

An hour later he was back in the tank room as he thought of it and just let the guys put all that stuff back on and into him. And he thought he was about to have an actual orgasm because of what they were doing to him and especially they way they were manhandling his naked body. And touching his penis and stuff.

Tommy would not be fully conscious for another several months. The next gene splices would cause him to loose all his teeth, complete the enhancement of his body so that it could easily hold up to minor class one and two torture, and continue the change of his features into a very black little boy. He was already permanently at the physical age of twelve or thirteen, and his butt hole and genitals were already ready for their future use. After that, there would only be the one last series of modifications but they would all be neurological, eliminating certain select memories, and changing necessary brain pathways to strengthen his sexual responses to submission and forced man-boy sex. And of course to reinforce the his already great inclination for being used for the sexual enjoyment of his future clients. One reason he was considered so valuable, was the fact that the mental and emotional component of these necessary attributes were already largely in place naturally. It was expected that most of the boy's memories and original personality would still be in place when his modifications were complete. And that he should take quite well to his training and conditioning as a sex slave. And without being maintained by the usual mind altering drug regimen most of the boys are kept on that were used by most of the upscale boy brothels and other sex resorts utilizing and controlling their boy sex slaves.

Three months later, Craig Matthews was quite excited as his shuttle was ferrying him and about a hundred others down from the deep space ship to the surface of Bundus III. He would then take the short flight to the offices of Rent-a-Boy, Inc. They had assured him that his payment, along with an almost financially crippling security deposit, which was simply astronomical, was in escrow. (It was beyond his comprehension how one boy could be worth what amounted to be more than he'd ever so far earned over his entire life).

Although Rent-a-Boy, Inc. was quite adept in its efforts to ascertain the reliability of its prospective clients, still things could happen. And although each of their boys were fitted with a several internal computer chips which continuously fed back full telemetry containing the boy's exact location and physical condition, sometimes they can not get help to their valuable property in time to prevent damage beyond the proscribed limits. The security deposit was further insurance that if the boy were damaged, the money would be available from the clients deposit to either fix whatever damaged was caused. Fortunately their response teams, and their background checks have been sufficiently efficacious, that only rare minor repairs to their boys had been necessary for quite a number of years.

This current client, one Craig Matthews, checked out well. He wanted to rent a boy for an entire two weeks, and was taking him to one of the resorts owned by one of Rent-a-Boy's partner companies. He was expected shortly to take possession of the boy of his choice – already made the previous week – and take him directly to the tropical Cirque Islands. A very expensive area frequented by boy lovers as they catered to that kind of clientele. This would be only the second rental of this particular boy, having very recently acquired him from the modification labs of BoyToys, Inc. Gandep Purient, the man now leafing through the contract and details of Craig Matthew's rental 'package' remembered the boy from his previous placement. He was a delightful mix of beautiful boy body, wanton sexuality, boy exuberance and energy, together with a pure innocence as though his prospective sexual conduct were not only totally normal for him, but even desired. And there was that something extra he had noticed. There had been that simply joy of life about the boy – something all clients wanted in all their boys but was especially evident in this one. One of their very best recruits. Not only had this boy been a complete volunteer, his mental profile was perfect for the changes and conditioning that Rent-a-Boys needed to allow the boy to be what was described in their advertisements. He will be earning for their company quite a few millions over his lifetime.

Of course the boy will have remembered nothing of his previous assignment with his previous client. He had been removed from the refurbishing tanks just that morning and his memory wipe of his previous week had of course been complete. This new client will get a boy who will have no experience of any previous client. Craig will be his very 'first' venture into the world of man-boy sex and master-slave relationship. From the questionnaire, Gandep noted that Craig Matthews was into dominance, physical control, and wanted a boy who could assume the roll of absolute boy slave. After collecting his boy, Matthews was headed to one of the famous and beautiful Cirque Islands, and specifically to the Black Pirate's Resort and series of hotels and simpler private cottages dotting the beautiful tropical shoreline accommodating its quite wealthy clients. A resort catering to men with boy lovers, both free and slave. In addition to all the usual plush accommodations of this kind of island resort, and the six star accommodations of the specific place where he would be staying, that specific villa where they were headed boasted over 20 'dungeons' specifically suited for the discipline and even light torture of one's boy. Of course torture of this particular boy was to be subject to strict 'rules' to make sure that their property was not harmed. Though in this case the term 'harmed' would mean something quite different than its usual connotation. Not harmed beyond what could be repaired in the boy's usual time spent afterward in his 'refurbishing' tank. And considering the modifications made previously to this boy at the BoyToy labs which made him quite resistant to the usual damage done by up to class two torture – which included only those tactile implements which only engaged minor abuse to the interior tissue, such as a supple light cane – and the boy's body now able to repair itself at quite an accelerated rate, this torture could entail considerably harsh treatment considering the boy's age and 'apparent' inexperience. Of course much of the 'equipment' that this Craig detailed in his package that he wanted supplied indicated that the boy would not suffer too excessively. It would seem that Craig was more into severe discipline and quite restrictive bondage measures rather that actual torture. And considering the boy's mental and emotional profile, he will even welcome much of this sort of activity that this client would seem to want to engage in.

First delivered to Gandep's office was the boy in question. He would undergo a brief briefing. They needed to give the boy at least some idea of what to expect and what was expected of him. (In addition to what he was already taught during the two intense weeks of 'slave-boy school'). After all, this was in effect, the boy's first time with a client. (Although this fiction was frequently undone by information given to the boy by the client themselves. It did not really matter. To the boy this was his first remembered experience). The boy's name was Tommy. There was no need they thought in changing his actual name. He had been 'acquisitioned' almost six months previously from a really stagnant and socially backward world. Gandep had noted that most of the boy's memories of his childhood and previous life had been left intact. When he saw the boy again, as he was lead into the luxurious meeting room, Gandep marveled again at the extreme racial characteristics of the boy, evidently an 'extreme' accomplished by the respective gene-splice. Tommy was so absolutely coal black that his facial features seemed to be in shadow. Of course his large beautiful black eyes and even larger full lipped smile lit not just the room, but the boy himself.

The 360-holo of the naked boy showed an apparent 12 to 13 year old, with a black skinned body of about 80 pounds [36 kg] packaged into a slim and small boned frame standing about one to two inches under five feet [1.20 m]. Not a single hair was in evidence below his neatly coiffed and short tightly matted nap of kinky hair commonly associated with a person of such a stereotypical Negroid ethnicity. Below the boy's slightly inward projecting naval was a flat abdomen slanting downward to the boy's groin where an obviously prepubescent boy's genitalia was almost obscenely evident with its stiffly projecting 5 inch [13 cm] penis and pendulous large marble sized testicles drew one's attention.

Too bad the boy was now fully clothed in expensive designer jeans and shirt. All his best boy attributes were mostly covered. If Gandep understood his clients at all, he was almost certain that Tommy would not remain fully clothed for very long. The boy was all inquisitive eyes as he was told to sit in a chair specifically reserved for him. The boy kept not only looking at his surroundings, but even at himself. Almost as if he were seeing something just a bit strange. Of course Tommy would only have had a couple weeks of 'memory' in his current persona. And in spite of his child's natural curiosity and voluble spirits, he meekly remained seated without a single question as per his slave protocols. It was also an indication of his deep submissive nature and the eradication from his mental make-up at the labs of BoyToys. Inc., of any personality characteristic which would militate against his use as a relatively 'free' boy-slave.

"Listen up boy, do you have any questions as to your duties?"

"No master. But I'm pretty excited. What will the man look like? I hope I like him. I can't wait to meet him." Then as the boy seemed to think a bit further about his situation added: "And I hope he likes me!"

"You will call me sir. Your current master will arrive shortly. You of course understand that you will be monitored at all times. And you will definitely obey your current master at all times."

"Yes master. I mean sir. I understand." Tommy was experiencing quite an emotional high for quite a number of reasons. First of all it was just so unbelievably exciting.

Tommy was caught up in his own thoughts. 'I had never realized it would be this great. And this slave thing. Who would have ever thought that not only could I have accepted this role, but been so excited by it. And I think my penis will NEVER be soft again. I don't know what I was so worried about. Especially when during 'training' I discovered that not only could I experience an orgasm, but it was so much more intense and long lasting then ever before. And it was really strange, it seemed to radiate more out from my rectum area more than my genitals. And even more weird, I liked the idea of being used by my trainers.'

Tommy looked up at the man who had just gained his attention by the expedient of slapping his leg lightly with a short soft tawse. The sting was more an attention getter than a punishment. Tommy did not seem to mind at all about the method used to discipline him. In fact the entire idea of being a 'slave' excited him sexually.

The man asked again: "You do realize that you are among the most fortunate of slave boys?"

Tommy smiled while rubbing his leg. He replied: "Definitely sir. And I promise to be a good slaveboy." And again with an after thought added: "I also promise NOT to be a good boy."

Tommy giggled and then laughed aloud at his seemingly private joke. And he seemed to be using quite a lot of self control in not rubbing his penis through his clothing. He was very versed in the fact that his client may easily demand that he not touch himself. His two weeks of intense training by Rent-a-Boys, Inc., conducted before his brain chemistry had been altered so that it could be subject to the memory erasing drugs, was quite detailed as to what was expected of their slave boys. Of course, because of Tommy's already submissiveness as enhanced by the conditioning at the BoyToy labs, he readily accepted the parameters of the role given him.

"Position one boy."

Tommy instantly complied by kneeling with his hands held behind his back, his knees and feet together, and his head held looking straight forward. He was trying, with limited success, from not smiling. He quite liked how he was expected to follow orders like this. It was all so new and exciting. And he simply could not wait to get with his very first client (as his memory understood things) and to all the sex stuff. He again was wondering what his client looked like. Boy was he excited. He was quite overjoyed at what he imagined was to be his future life. Sex and fun all the time. He thought he had really lucked-out by being purchased by Rent-a-Boy, Inc. He even had their little brand right at the top of his right butt cheek. (He was glad he had no recollection of having received such a bland). And these were by far the ritziest clothes he had ever worn. And he was about to embark on some great adventure. (Well at least a great vacation).

Having the boy's total attention Gandep continued: "Your new master expects you to maintain subservience at all times. You are his slave for the duration. He will be taking you with him to a big tropical resort where you will also be expected to be his companion and enjoy all the various activities with him. He will discipline you as he sees fit. You will submit at all times and thank him for choosing you as his slaveboy."

Tommy was already nodding his head. This was already what had been drilled into him at slave-boy school. He just wished the guy – oops, his master – would get here. As his excitement level seemed to rise another notch, he had to really make himself stay kneeling quietly and at attention. (Even if another part of his anatomy was standing at attention).

There was a knock on another door and a young man, wearing a large collar and not much else, escorted in a man of average height and slim build, of somewhat darker cast than a light skinned Caucasian, with an interesting inclusion of some Oriental features in his visage. Tommy gasped at the image of the nearly naked young man before him. Sure there was a lot of nude men and boys in 'slave-school' but this was right out in the open in regular society. And the small pouch containing his genitals left little to the imagination. And wow was he sexy looking! But the man, even if clothed, was even more interesting. His very first client 'master'.

The nearly naked slave announced almost unnecessarily: "Master, your client is here." It was quite evident that the client was also mesmerized by the near total nudity of his attendant. For a moment he was unaware of the small boy kneeling across from him. In fact he was struggling with his own penis trying not too successfully to get it under control.

"Thank you boy," replied Gandep. "You may resume your usual duties."

The young man smiled, and replied: "Yes master." And retreated.

Craig Matthews was totally bemused at the exchange. He realized that this country allowed slavery but this was the first obvious example he had seen of it. He thought he might really like this place. And then he heard a much louder gasp from across the room. It was the sound of a boy's voice. He then noticed the boy across from him. He was totally stunning from what he could see. Exactly as he had envisioned when he chose him. Perhaps not classically cute, but this boy's features was exactly what he had in mind when he stated that he wanted a boy whom he could imaging his black slave boy. And black he was. But at that moment the boy seemed quite upset at his apparent outburst. The representative of Rent-a-Boy. Inc., a Mr. Gandep Purient, whom he was finally meeting in person, severely scolded the boy in question.

"Boy, I am astonished. I thought your training was better than that. You are to maintain position one until told otherwise. And that includes complete silence!"

The boy seemed quite contrite and meekly replied. "Sorry sir, but… I mean just sorry sir."

Gandep introduced himself and invited the client to sit while his slave, the young man who had left, returned with a large tray laden with refreshments. And again retired from the room.

Craig was quite impressed with everything he saw and heard as Gandep proceeded to outline the parameters and conditions of the rental agreement.

"Your boy will be monitored at all times," he finally made his mind listen, pulling his attention away from the delectable boy seeming to be kneeling at attention. And the boy's eyes were completely riveted on him. "And here are the boy's things."

Gandep pointed to two quite large grav-buoyant pieces of luggage. Everything you requested is there; everything you will need for your boy. And if there is something you find that you need later please feel free to contact us and we will be happy to provide it as quickly as possible."

The boy for the first time wrenched his eyes from the man and wondered what all was in those two humongous bags. Surely he did not need that many clothes. The boy would have been quite surprised to know that extra clothing was only a small portion of what the bags contained. A very small portion.

Craig was quite excited. He deferred inspecting the bag's contents, more interested in a different inspection. After all the agreements were signed and explained, and Gandep assured him that an awaiting low elevation air car with driver was awaiting him (and his Rent-a-Boy).

Gandep continued: "Of course you may wish to inspect the boy to make sure he is to your liking and specifications?" He made it into a question.

Craig was again fighting with his arousal as he looked at the boy kneeling close by. He was quite eager indeed to inspect his rented boy. The entire concept of actually 'renting' a boy, together with the realization that this boy was a slave not only required to obey and submit to him, but even eager to do so, still so amazed him.

Gandep then commanded: "Boy, stand and present yourself."

Craig was a bit startled after Mr. Purient commanded the boy to stand and show himself to his client and current master when the boy in question, with grace and alacrity, started divesting himself of all his clothing.

The boy was momentarily stunned by the commend, but his conditioning won out. All his previous feelings of modesty, which he had thought he had shed during slave-school, returned with a vengeance. If his skin were not so black, he would have had an obvious full faced blush.

The boy was gorgeous and well formed. As his slim body was revealed, Craig noted that the boy's slim trunk and limbs were exactly as his 360-holo-image had shown. Muscles just starting to be defined in an otherwise little boy body. He stood just under 5 feet [1½ m] , and his back and butt cheeks was a marvel as he bent over to take off his underpants. The shoulder blades moved below thinly covering boy flesh and the ridges of his spine were on prominent display. Only a very small amount of flesh softened the outline. His hips and butt cheeks were so inviting that Craig lost all control of his erection which must have shown prominently within his own pants. As the boy bent over, the indentations on his boyish butt and lack of any significant fat covering his glutes, allowed a view right through to his awaiting boy hole. Craig could just make out the radiating folds of flesh that encircled that tiny opening. Finally the boy was totally naked having placed his clothes neatly at his feet. Craig could see the difficulty the boy had turning around to show his now stiff and throbbing member jutting out perpendicularly in front. The boy, at least for his apparent age, was quite well endowed. A slender pitch black penis jutted out about 5 inches [13 cm] from his totally hairless groin. There also dangled from the base of his penis a small sack containing two large marble sized testicles. That the boy was quite embarrassed was quite evident in the way he held himself.

Tommy was totally in the grip of churning emotions. He was quite embarrassed to being required to put himself on display in spite of all his 'training sessions' where he stood naked before other men. But the circumstances were so different. This was the real world, or at least sort of. A boy simply did not expose himself like this! But of course he suddenly became so very conscious of the idea that of course NOW he was not simply a boy, but also a slave. Inexplicably he also seemed to revel in his total exposure and vulnerability. He WANTED the man to inspect him. He also then realized that the man in question, his new master, a person whom he had suddenly recognized, also had a boner. He smiled at the man inviting him on.

Gandep spoke: "I see that you seem quite satisfied." He then addressed the boy. "Turn around slowly and let your master inspect you."

The boy complied. His sexual arousal seemed to hit a new high. To be inspected! The very thought raced thought his brain reinforcing the notion that he was now property. That now he was totally subject to the will of his master. The idea both frightened and excited him at the same time. He finished his circuit as the man closed in and reached out and fondled his body, quickly arriving at his little boy genitals. The boy moaned as the surge of sexual pleasure radiated outward, and leaned into his master, barely able to stay upright. A few drops of clear liquid escaped his small penis. The man suddenly felt the moisture and realized that if ingested it would be a powerful aphrodisiac. He could barely wait for this evening when he would inspect most intimately every square inch of his boy's body. But now he was suddenly anxious to get on his way. The sooner he arrived at the resort, the sooner he could sample the delectable black body of his slave boy. The entire idea of having and ordering about his own slave boy so thrilled and surprised him. Too bad the boy was only a two week rental.

The boy was actually disappointed when the man stopped fondling him and had him dress. Craig watched intently as the boy covered up those beautifully formed boy butt cheeks and that amazingly jutting penis. The boy pushed down on his penis seemingly trying to get it to deflate. Gandep smiled, and was ready for such an eventuality. He knew that through gene manipulation, all their boys were highly sexed. Their tendency to become sexually aroused and stay that way for hours on end was well understood. So he produced a small pair of 'training briefs'.

"Boy, put these on instead. They will keep your obvious arousal under wraps so to speak."

The boy reached out to what seemed like an ordinary piece of clothing. He pulled up the tight briefs and stood. But something suddenly felt weird. Really weird. Gradually his projecting penis bulging out the front of the small briefs, started to bend downward and almost painfully be pressed again his lower groin. He was started at the sensation. His master was equally bemused.

Gandep explained. "There is a small power source within the bend of the shorts. A small field is created forcing the boys genitals tight against his body."

The boy finished dressing, shirt, pants, socks and lightweight running shoes. He stood, uncomfortable as his raging hormones would not let up. And he also realized suddenly that his master would have no idea who he is, or who he had been.

Five minutes later both man and rental boy were on their way. Finally the boy's arousal at least partially abated as he became all eyes drinking in the landscape that rolled below them 5000 feet [1½ km] below, the usual height at which this vehicle operated in long distance flights. Their compartment was spacious and completely private, the driver unable to see or hear them unless intended. The man was also finally diverted momentarily from thinking about the sexual aspects of his boy. He was for the moment a tourist taking in the sights. He could see the ocean in the distance. He pulled his boy over to him, held him against his body and pointed out the front window.

"See boy, there's the ocean."

The boy reveled in the man's embrace. And he also realized that it was not just his feeling of sexual arousal that so delighted him. It was the very idea that for the first time in so long someone was holding him in a friendly warm embrace. He was not just a slave but the master's boy companion. And again he realized that he was so small again.

"Wow master. It's beautiful."

Craig was quite joyful about the boy's reaction. And the boy's evident enjoyment increased his own. He realized that it was not just the sex that he thought about with lustful anticipation, but also the very fact of the boy's presence and evident enjoyment of his close interaction. Craig momentarily felt a slight pang of regret that he had never had a son of his own. Someone whom he could nurture and support, and take satisfaction in raising. But the moment passed and he was again taken up in the sheer enjoyment of holding this boy tightly in his embrace. And such a beautiful black boy. And the boy so evidently responded by placing his slim arm about him. The boy hugged him back.

The boy released his master as the previous thought about the man's identity came back to his immediate attention. In all the excitement of his new adventure he had actually forgotten.

"Master, I know you."

Craig at first did not understand the intent of the statement. Of course the boy knew him. He knew that the boy had been given a short briefing about his master.

"Of course boy."

"But master you don't understand. I know you from where I used to live."

Craig was finally startled as the impact of what the boy said finally sunk in. "You knew me? But how can that be? I'm sure I'd remember meeting you. Besides I'm not from Bundus III."

"But master, you were the one at my trial. You sent that message for me!"

Craig was stunned. How did this boy know about Tommy? And about the message?

"I'm Tommy!"

"What? How can that be?"

The boy smiled as he realized the impact his revelation was having. "Remember I was modified. They not just changed my sex parts and size, they also changed me into a really black boy. But inside I'm still Tommy." Then he giggled with delight. "Or mostly." He felt so much more sexed-up than ever before.

"For all the spirits in Genova! You're Tommy Nethers? I can hardly believe it." And then Craig was really wondering. "And how are you doing? I mean how do you feel about all this? I mean being changed and made a slave?"

"Wonderful! I love it! I'm happier than I've been in most of my life! It is so exciting."

"You don't mind being made a slave? Needing to serve master after master?"

The boy seemed perplexed for a moment. "But there have been no other masters. You're my very first. Isn't that amazing? What a stunning coincidence!"

And Craig was now remembering something he was told a while back by the representative of Rent-a-Boy, Inc. That every time a boy was retrieved after his time with a client was completed, his memory of that time was totally erased. The representative explained that this was in large part how they maintained having boys available so eager and so refreshingly 'new' to being a man's boy companion and sex slave. In the boy's recollection, this WAS the very first time as a sex slaveboy. He wondered if he should tell the boy. Tommy. He decided that the boy would be better off not knowing that Craig indeed was not his first master. Though considering the time frame involved he must be one of the very first.

But of course there was the even greater coincidence that he and Tommy were ever reunited at all, and in such unusual circumstances. Craig pulled the surprisingly light boy into him and hugged him tightly. "I'm so happy to be your first master. And don't think that I will be any less demanding boy. You are my SLAVE. And you will obey."

"Yes master. Are you happy with me?"

"Of course boy. Of course. You're exactly what excites me. I've always fantasized about owning my own Negro slave boy. Who had to obey and submit to me. And what about you?"

Tommy pulled back some from the tight embrace and gazed at his master. He again noted the extreme contrast in their so opposite coloring, white on black. (Or more exactly, more like an aged ivory and a severely deep brown which looked black except under the closest of inspections). "You're perfect master. I will sure like being your slave. I promise to obey. Or at least most the time." He giggled.

Craig laughed. He was thrilled that this edition of Tommy, though apparently made to submit to his slavery, was still able to laugh and even tease. He realized that he too was fully happy for the first time in forever. And a tiny pang cursed through his soul when he realized that his vacation was for only two weeks. And afterward all memory of their meeting would be erased from the boy's mind. He sighed, but then fully resolved not to dwell on the fleeting nature of their time together. He would enjoy the days as they came. And soon his lust for the boy's infinitely cute black small boy body overtook all other thoughts, as he reached into the boy's pants and tried to fondle the boy's intimate sex parts. And to his dismay remembered the strange briefs. Well, that will have to be corrected immediately as the boy squealed and squirmed in his arms.

"Boy, you will simply have to shed those briefs for the time being. I want to do a little exploring."

Tommy was now so excited all over again, and not just sexually. He swiftly complied after assuring himself that they were totally private. He never ever had someone touch him like that. (Well slave-school was so matter of fact and without all those amazing feelings of emotional intimacy). Somehow this was SO much better. He trembled at the realization that his master was intent on molesting him. And would soon be thrusting his own boner into his small boy rectum. And was SO relieved when his master had him entirely naked so that his little boner could stand out totally free. This was infinitely better and more arousing that all that mechanical stuff which had been used on him during the two weeks of slave-school where it was almost all holo-image and either simulated contact or with simulated appendages. He thrilled at the manhandling of his boy parts by his current master. And that was another thing he discovered in slave-school – he was apt to go completely passive, except for maybe opening his legs up even wider, as his sexual arousal climbed. It was his only failing that had to be corrected time and again, to be conscious of the needs of his master.

His master pushed his fingers into his non-resisting mouth to get them wet while at the same time removed his simulated teeth which simply popped out as the adhesion layer was disturbed. (Tommy's mouth had been divested of its teeth, modified, and augmented to provide for the best in oral stimulation of his master's penis). Tommy was then literally thrown down onto the wide seat behind them and the boy simply lay himself wide open on his back as his master fondled his raging 5 inch [13 cm] rod and his small but slightly pendulous testicles. He was almost instantly driven to distraction as his sexual arousal rose precipitously towards an orgasm which simply would not allow itself to occur. This was done deliberately not so much to frustrate the slave boy, but to maintain an elevated sexual arousal so to be continuously receptive to the ongoing activities of his master. A premature orgasm would tend to make a slave less interested for a while in what was happening, at least on a purely physical level. Slave training had made the slave realize that he had better maintain absolute and intent interest in what his master wanted and expected of his boy. Thus the modifications to his libido, genitals, and prostate and rectum, along with concomitant brain pathway restructuring, would keep him at the brink of climax, in sexual thrall, and totally ready to be used by his master. Furthermore, only by anal penetration and stimulation of his greatly enlarged prostate, could the slave be able to attain orgasm and climax. Something his small boy body felt a savagely strong need. But his conditioning and modifications had so adjusted his mode of reaction, that it never occurred to the boy to do anything else then allow events to proceed as his master directed. He squealed as a finger was pushed into his ebony black butt hole and it was for this reason that he'd been trained to always have himself cleaned out so thoroughly. He suspected that he'd never take a regular poop ever again. He giggled at the thought. What Tommy did not fully comprehend was that the additives and buffering of the fluid he would use for his rectal cleansings made the experience relatively comfortable and caused no cramping. Furthermore, and fortunately, because of the enhancements to his rectum during his modifications in the BoyToy labs, he needed no lube. The thrill of the finger sliding into his so intimate opening and the feeling of a real person doing these things to him had him already near orgasm.

His master pulled the small black boy towards him with ease and pulled the boy's small 5 inch [13 cm] black penis toward his mouth. The short foreskin was nearly fully retracted revealing a pitch black knob. The boy squealed in delight as his jutting member was totally engulfed within his master's mouth. He marveled at the contrast of his black skin against that off white of his master. In quick order, but without actual climax, fluid was escaping the boy's massaged penis. And almost instantly Craig felt a great strengthening of his own libido and sexual arousal as the aphrodisiac had its intended effect. Realizing that his boy was so near orgasm, Craig withdrew his fingers from the boy's cute rear love hole, pulled the boy's body away from his own – the boy's weight was easy to manipulate, (or 'boy-ipulate') – and tossed the slight boy body down onto the extra wide real seat of the air car. In record time the man was totally naked and aimed himself, and his own rigid member, at the now totally acquiescent boy.

Tommy was in thrall of the man's naked body. And as the man's large penis came close to his own mouth, his reaction, though not automatic, was well conditioned; he opened his now toothless mouth. His master's penis was quite pleasing in both form and dimensions to the small boy. It was slightly darker in skin tone than the rest of his master's 'old' ivory coloration, while its slightly flaring glans, now fully emerged from the foreskin, was darker still as was the large pendulous scrotal sac. The boy would later discover that that same color scheme would continue along the midline of his master's perineum appeared as a slightly darker arrow pointing to his darker skinned anal ring, presenting quite an inviting target for the boy's tongue. The man's penis itself was perhaps a little less than 7 inches [18 cm] in length and about 1½ inches [4 cm] across, well within Tommy's ability to swallow whole. Which the boy did on his master's commend avidly using all the skills drilled into him during slave-school. He liked the feeling of the man's hand against the back of his short cut nappy hair. His ability to shift from sucking to licking to deep throating as he vibrated his vocal cords teamed up the skill with his small hands as they manipulated his master's testicles and massaged behind his testicles and thrust into his master's dark anal passage to find his prostate.

But after being near orgasm several times Craig abruptly pulled away, tossed his boy onto his stomach, took a strong hold around the boy's slim black thighs just below his groin, exposed his real love hole – a seemingly black hole beautifully ringed with corrugated flesh and lying amidst a crevice separating the cutest pair of dimpled boy cheeks he's ever seen. He took possession of his boy and gripping the boy's penis with one hand and his small but pendulous sac with his other, driving his ragingly stiff penis into the awaiting satiny rectum. The boy was delectable – every part of him. But especially his perfectly smooth cute boy butt and rear entrance. He toyed with the image of his engorged member being sucked in by the boy's black hole. And soon the boy started to convulse wildly, so much so that he had to grip the boy that much harder as he began to wildly thrust in and out. Never before had he been so aroused. Everything about this beautiful boy turned him on. The boy's beautiful slim boy body, his amazingly scrumptious boy penis and testicles, and the very velvety skin held in his very hands and arms. And as the boy himself hit his own climax, tightening sphincters, brought him to his own amazing and drawn out climax, with his own shuddering pulses shot his own cum into the bowels of his black slave boy.

Several minutes later Craig rolled off the boy and withdrew his penis from the boy's butt hole. The boy was lying there almost inert. He turned the boy over confirming the fact that the barely moving boy was all but out of it himself. He grabbed the listless boy, rolled onto his back, and brought the boy onto his own chest with the boy's head resting on his right shoulder and legs falling between his own thighs and legs. The feeling of the boy's nappy head fuzz so interesting in its relative novelty. The boy's now semi stiff member – the first time he'd seen the boy not totally engorged – was trapped at the apex of his own groin.

Craig Matthews just lay back in the afterglow of the best climax he'd ever known, his hands gripping the boy's butt cheeks and with almost no volition on his part, one of his fingers finding entrance into the boy's anal opening. Craig reveled on the feeling of this such intimate contact with the boy he had lusted after in his dreams. He looked down at the boy's face noting the exceedingly black skin and the quite Negroid features. He was master holding his submissive black slave boy. And he discovered that the fulfillment of a life long dream far exceeded the dream itself. And just holding his boy on top of him in a strong embrace filled his emotions with such delight and contentment that he speculated that perhaps this moment was in fact the highest form of man-boy lust. This total satisfaction of having his boy in intimate contact and in his total control while in the afterglow of their sex act.

The boy stirred, opened his eyes, and looked into his master's eyes. Their sex was beyond any of his imaginings. If indeed he must be someone's slave, he at least had amazing benefits. For the first time in quite some time Tommy decided that he was not going to regret his original decision in offering himself to BoyToys, Inc. Imaginings of future sexual escapades filled his mind. During the entire time that his master had fucked him, he had been in the grip of a seemingly never ending orgasm. In fact he realized that the intensity radiating out from his groin and rectum were so overwhelming that he had passed out. He smiled and his master smiled back. And they both voiced the same word at the same time.

"Wow."

Just as Craig was lamenting the fact that he was too sexually spent he remembered that the pre-sex juice dripping from his boy's penis was indeed not just a powerful aphrodisiac, but would give him a rapid recovery. Unfortunately, just as he was pulling his boy upward to gain access to the boy's genitals for an oral attack there was the inevitable message over the intercom.

"This is the copilot, Mr. Matthews. We are entering the Cirque Islands' air space and are about to descend for a landing. The beautiful beaches to the right lie just beyond our landing area. A chauffeured ground vehicle will be meeting you to take you right away to your lodging. Have a good day and a revitalizing vacation."

Craig groaned. Using a wet cloth he cleaned up his boy and just as his slaveboy was about to suck clean his master's penis using his mouth he understood what that would lead to.

"Boy, as much as I want my penis in your luscious mouth, we do not have time. Let me clean us both up.

About to take into his mouth something that had been in intimate contact with the interior of his own rectum, Tommy was suddenly aware that one thing that he had to almost make himself do during training, to put his mouth and tongue in contact with either a butt hole and rectum, or anything that had intimate contact with such, seemed almost automatic and even inviting. He marveled with some wonder at his own reaction. His trainer had mentioned that under the right circumstances, his own natural reaction (even if augmented by brain pathway strengthening) would take control and what might have been slightly difficult during training, would become a welcome part of what now to the boy would be the perfectly naturalness of man-boy sex. He had marveled at his own strong desire to investigate with the intimate surroundings and interior of his master's butt hole and rectum.

The final five minutes of their descent had both man and boy – now fully clothed – looking out at the beautiful countryside and eagerly awaiting their time together. His boy was holding his master about his waist in a tight grip of possessiveness. Tommy giggled, entertaining the thought that this man he was holding with such passion was his own possession.

"Master, this is all so amazing. I've never had a vacation before. I've never seen an ocean before." And with a little devil of a smile added: "And I've never been so well butt fucked before."

Craig looked at his boy with just a bit something extra than mere lust and his own possessiveness. "I guarantee you boy that what we did here is just the beginning. I have all manner of things planned for which you will have to just wait to discover. Part of the thrill is in the anticipation." And Craig thought to himself that indeed the anticipation of his own was nearing monumental proportions.

After landing and being led by his master to the ground car, Tommy could not get enough of the amazing tropical paradise as all manner of delightful flora and fauna surrounded them. (Another slave took over the task of seeing to all the luggage). Tommy was amused at the idea that this was the most pampered he'd ever been his entire life. It was SO amazing being a slave!

As the countryside revealed itself, Tommy also wondered if there were a competition between most of the flowers and the birds to out show the other. A short ride took he and his master to a large cabin near the ocean which he could hear crashing below but could not yet seer. And he was entirely delighted when two curious small tan, brown, and white monkeys greeted them as they met the concierge at their cabin overlooking a short cliff looking out over the ocean. The concierge had to shoo the monkeys away as he led them into their spacious cabin while another hotel worker (another obvious slave with collar and not much else) suddenly appeared with their bags. Tommy was quite startled as it was evident that the individual who had called himself the concierge, barely more than a boy himself, was also a slave, even if fully clothed. There was the very obvious collar about his neck – this one entirely of metal. But what most captured Tommy's attention was the other slave, this one totally naked except for the large thick collar around his neck along with the obvious metal looking cuffs around both ankles and wrists. And some strange pod covering what had to be the older boy's genitals. Tommy wondered if the cuffs would chaff, being apparently permanent. And wondered what was keeping that pod attached to the boy's genitals. He could see no seam or even lock on anything. And the entire idea of collar and cuffs so aroused him that he felt strong discomfort as his own small penis as it was trying quite unsuccessfully to engorge. (Tommy was beginning to REALLY hate those special undershorts).

The slave-concierge had introduced the other slaveboy: "Achmed here will be your main attendant." The older boy bowed, his wide smile lighting up his dusky skinned face. "Whenever needed while you are at your cottage, just call for him and the system here will alert him that you need his services. He will quickly appear. He is almost as well trained as myself." Evidently there was some kind of humorous interplay between the two as both looked toward the other and smiled.

Craig again wondered at how both slaves seemed so at peace with their positions here at this resort. He was taken by the fact so obviously evident, that slavery, in this country at least, was a fact of life. The slave-concierge smiled, and started describing the features of their 'cabin'. The other slave, Achmed, perhaps 14 or 15 years of age, and definitely an amazingly cute boy of mixed heritage with his dusky brown skin and simple boy looking features, went about putting their personal effects into closets and bureaus.

Tommy smiled hesitantly, looking at the other naked boy.

Achmed smiled even bigger. But it was the concierge who next addressed his master: "Achmed and I will be quite happy sir to provide for yourself and you're your own boy. But there is one requirement." He then picked up a beautifully inlaid silver looking collar. "Since your boy is also a slave, it is required by law that his status be prominently displayed at all times while in this country. This collar may only be removed when not out in public."

Tommy felt a curiously perverse thrill curse through him as his master took up the proffered collar and attached the surprisingly heavy circle around his neck and clicked it shut. The electronic 'key' was given to his master. He couldn't wait to find a mirror.

While Achmed went about his duties, the slave-concierge continued with his introductions to the resort. After giving detail of the many special accommodations and activities available he finally got into more personal matters.

"It is our policy to offer the highest degree of service, regardless of race, sexual disposition, belief system, or nature of your slave. Nor does the degree of relationship between master and slave concern us, whether owned, borrowed, rented, or even a matter of consensual enslavement contract; we are here only to provide to you all courtesy and service."

"And although we do not especially care how you and your slave comport yourselves, there are a few minor restrictions. As already explained to you and also recounted in our electronic data-base available on channel 5, on any computer, communicating device, or wrist comp, we DO offer many special services and activities for the use of our special customers who wish to utilize our FULL range of man-boy activities. That is the specialty of our entire resort after all. We pride ourselves in offering complete facilities and entertainments including our 20 fully equipped dungeons."

Tommy shuddered at this last noted facility. He wondered if his master was much into that kind of thing. Well, he was prepared to accept whatever his master wanted of him. But it still made his shudder.

The slave-concierge continued: "We just ask that our clients refrain from raucous and untoward displays of sexual activity in our formal areas, such as our seven dining rooms, various lobbies, or any other place where formal clothing is required of all including pubescent slaves for propriety sake. And although prepubescent boys need not be clothed, both anal and urethral plugs are requested. And please maintain proper decorum if you wish to fondle or molest your boy in these formal areas. And if bringing him to orgasm please make sure your boy is fitted with a full-mute gag. We do not wish to interfere or interrupt the conversations or activities of our other guests."

Tommy was astounded and almost in shock. "Prepubescent boys need NOT be clothed? Anywhere?" "Being fondled in PUBLIC?" "Gag?"

What the heck kind of country was this? What kind of resort was this? Well he was starting to understand. And he was remembering those dreams which were considered nightmares at the time, of suddenly finding himself undressed in public like at school or somewhere. But before he could voice his incredulity he heard something just as startling.

"And one last thing. When conducting your slave throughout this resort or any of our sister resorts on the islands, you will be personally responsible for anything he does. In areas of heavy concentration of people many owners put their slaveboy's on leash to make sure they have full control."

Tommy looked up with his very black eyes obviously reflecting his wonderment and thought. "Leash? Was he a pet?" Of course his own sexual response, now ever ready to make its appearance since his modifications, was intrigued by the idea of a leash.

Craig, of course, already was cognizant of the fact that slaves, especially prepubescent slave boys, commonly cavorted without clothes on these islands. And the idea of putting his boy on leash had quite an appeal. As he escorted the concierge out he thanked him while thinking about the two leashes among the other things from those two very large suitcases. One was leather and the other chain link. And there were corresponding slave harnesses which he knew he would be fitting on his slave boy quite soon.

Tommy finally found his voice: "Master, you're not really going to parade me around naked are you?"

Craig chuckled: "Boy, you're a slave. I will do anything with you I choose. You should find being naked all the time quite arousing."

Tommy was aghast at this pronouncement in spite of another part of him being curiously thrilled at the prospect. "But what about all those clothes you brought for me. There were those two huge pieces of luggage?"

Craig started to snicker. "You mean those things put away into those two dressers over there? Perhaps you should look inside."

Tommy run to the first dresser and touched the control to open the top drawer. His eyes almost bugged out. The entire drawer was filled with various several strange looking wide collars, harnesses, cuffs, and other control devices, some of which he had no idea how they could be used. The next drawer had quite a variety of plugs, dildos, mouth gags, and a number of other objects that sort of scared him. He started moving to the other dresser and was stopped. "No boy. The things in the other dresser you will find about later. For now it remains locked. There IS one change of clothes in there just in case we travel to a country requiring your cute body to be covered."

"You mean I really won't be wearing many clothes here?"

"No boy. What I mean is that you will be wearing NO clothes while here. Please undress awhile while I pick out what you will be wearing. We will be eating our lunch in the ocean side restaurant. We will play it by ear from there."

Tommy was about to make some remark about growing boys and stopped realizing that he'd never grow at all anymore. He'd be this small 12 to 13 year old looking boy forever. Wow! That itself was difficult to get his mind around. And he still kept being almost startled when he looked down at his changed body. So much smaller and so black. When he looked into a holo-mirror he had to keep reminding himself that the image was him.

Tommy's master watched as his boy undressed: "I assume that you are hungry."

"Master, I'm for swallowing anything offered." He giggled.

Tommy wondered for only a moment about his apparent penchant now to act as if he were really his regressed age. He was also experiencing a curious thrill as his master was 'dressing' for their outing, while he himself was UN-dressing for it. The restaurant in question, he was informed, was a short walk from there. The harness handed to him by his snickering master was true leather, reinforced here and there with real silver. Tommy had never seen real leather before. The feel of it as he was 'dressed' was thrilling. Two sort of oval shaped portions were brought up his arms and would up circling his shoulders, the front portion directly covering his nipples and the back portion over the shoulder blades. The two parts were joined by a metal ring, and from this ring was another belt dropping straight down to the top of his genitals which in turn was attached to a slightly curved metal ring through which was stuffed – with a little difficulty – his small penis and testicles. A metal cord, attached to the bottom of this metal ring, continued up through his boy's crack, and ended at a leather waist belt which in turn wrapped around and was secured onto the original vertical band. A metal latch connected that portions between his shoulder blades. The boy was quite sexually aroused by the feel of the tightly binding harness and the ring tightened about the root of his genitals. His master said that the light color of the leather and the silver attachments made a nice contrast with his such dark skin.

"Wow. It makes me feel so sexy."

"Not quite finished tyke."

With this his master picked up two additional metallic pieces. One seemed to be a simple silver tube about three inches [7½ cm] long and about an inch [2½ cm] in diameter. At one end were two small silver flanges. Tommy was startled as the tube was positioned over his now jutting and quite stiff little boy penis. At the first touch his penis shriveled as the feeling of severe cold he felt at the first touch. The tube was quickly thrust over his penis and the two flanges, as they touched the ring below, instantly adhered. As the tube re-warmed, Tommy's penis tried to re-engorge only to be thoroughly defeated by the tight confines of the tube. The head of his black circumcised penis showed quite a contrast to the silver tube as its head barely protruded through the far end.

"Master, please. It's horrible. My penis has not enough room."

Craig smiled: "Exactly the idea boy. Remember I'm in control of your special parts, not to mention the rest of you. But there are two more items which will really drive you wild. Remember what the concierge stated about plugs being required in formal areas?"

The first item was a small thin (fortunately) metal looking rod about 3 inches [7½ cm] long, that fitted into the boy's urethral opening. Tommy could not help squealing as the thing was pushed into his penis and then sort of attached itself inside. It was not painful, nor even uncomfortable, but the feeling was very strange. The next item was a weird silver cylindrical object about an inch [2½ cm] around and not quite as long. It had a groove at one of the round ends. Craig turned his boy around and had him bend over. He then momentarily released the cable running through his boy's crack, and attached the item to a spot on the cable. After he reattached the cable to the back of the waist belt he took a control into his hand.

"Turn around boy. I want to see your eyes."

Tommy turned and wondered what was about to happen as his master picked up a remote control. He could feel a small hard nubbin sort of bumping up against his poop hole.

Craig touched a spot on a control and the item attached to the rear cable sent out a small projection, no more than a half inch [1.3 cm] in diameter, but which entered the boy's rectum, pushing through his sphincters with ease and the end coming to rest at the base of the boy's prostate. Another spot was touched on the control and his boy screamed and collapsed onto the floor shouting as the rectal plug greatly expanded and then started doing its thing.

Tommy was not actually in any pain. But he was totally unable to remain standing as he thrashed about with the feeling surging through him. He shouted not in pain but in astonishment. He was instantly brought to the very brink of orgasm as his penis, testicles, and prostate, were artificially stimulated. But he was brought only to the very brink. The only thought running through his mind was a silent plea to his master. "Please, master, please let me orgasm!" But his intended plea never made itself into recognizable words.

Craig snickered as he allowed his slave wriggle and thrash about on the floor as he himself dressed. About 10 minutes later, he touched a control and his boy lay there listless and breathing hard. About a minute later the boy was finally able to control his muscles to pick his slim black body off the floor. He finally looked at his master and under his breath he mouth the words: "What a fucking bastard." (Not to allow him to orgasm yet keeping him at the very brink for so long).

It was a good thing he was not heard. But strangely Tommy at the same time regarded his master in some kind of wonderment. Though those words would have seemed accusatory, the feeling behind them was more in submission and even a slight amusement.

The words which his master eventually heard was a murmured: "Oh my god. I can't believe that such a feeling could ever be felt. I wanted so much to climax. My entire body was screaming for release. That was truly diabolical, master."

The master in question picked up his boy and sat him on a nearby chair. "There are three more items boy. First of all put on these sandals."

Tommy complied trying to get his muscles back into complete conscious control. Like his harness, the sandals were true leather with silver trim. The contrast between the silver and the extreme black of the boy's skin as brought attention to some of the boy's best features. Two other items appeared including a sliver chain leash which did not connect to the boy's silver inlay collar, but to the back clasp between his shoulder blades. And finally a small silver handled flogger was noticed by the boy.

"What's that for?" Even though he sort of knew he was hoping against hope that he was wrong.

"Part of your costume boy. It hangs from the back of your collar."

The slender cords of the small flogger only reached to his slim waist. But it was still a serviceable item of discipline and Craig was amused by the idea that it was his boy who would carry with him the means to discipline him when necessary. (Or at whatever whim possessed him at the time).

Craig stated quite flatly. "Let me explain its use. You are my slave and are required at all times to not just submit and obey, but to conform to all my rules. And one is to preface all your replies with master."

Tommy was not unintelligent for his apparent age nor was his memory in the least faulty. He sort of gasped as his master took hold of the flogger. And in spite of his never receiving any explicit answer to his previous question knew he was in some trouble.

"Master, is it fair that you apply this rule retroactively?"

Craig chortled at his boy's ability to amuse him. "Definitely not boy. It would be totally unfair. But whoever said that a master must be fair?"

Tommy, in a pique of independence, replied: "And just what is the rule for receiving my punishment? Do I have to assume any specific position… Master?" The last word uttered as if it was only just remembered.

This time Craig out right laughed. He lifted his disobedient boy and crushed him to his body. "Thank you boy. You have really pleased me even if it earned you an additional punishment. But if you can stand the extra punishments, I would urge you not to change."

Tommy was actually thrilled not just by his masters act of affection, but also the words of praise. Even if it was for sort of defying him. Both knew that there was never any attempt at true defiance. Tommy suddenly started crying and at this his master was at first confused.

"What's the matter boy?" There was true concern in his voice. "I do not want to believe you are so upset about a minor punishment?"

Tommy squeezed his master even tighter. "No master. I just was so overwhelmed. Nobody has cared enough about me for years to hug me like that."

Craig too had a tear at the corner of his eye that he made sure his slave never saw. He too was starting to feel quite a lot for this amazing boy. But his need to control and make this boy a possession rose to the surface.

"Boy, there will probably be a few different punishment positions, but for now I want you to stand with your feet slightly apart, bend over and grip your ankles. Two swats for two misdemeanors."

He used a lot of his strength realizing that this small flogger was specifically engineered both in size and materials to merely give quite a surface sting and nothing really deeper. He had a number of other implements with him which would be a little more substantial. But nothing that caused significant pain. Though he could be a strict disciplinarian – when it suited him – he was not really into causing pain for the sake of causing pain.

The first swing to the boy's beautiful black butt brought a gasp from the boy. The second one brought no audible response as the boy was determined to let his master know that he could handle the pain. At first it was more the surprise. Not just at the contact, but at the lack of any severe pain. Stripes from his father's belt had been definitely much worse. He now realized that swipes form this thing – a flogger his master called it – were more a matter of discipline than punishment.

"Master, may I get up?"

"Definitely boy. We must be off."

At that Craig replaced the small flogger at the back of his boy's collar. He attached his leash and told his boy to exit the rear entryway and proceed to the left to the path that hugged the top of the small cliff overlooking the ocean. Tommy was suddenly very conscious of his nearly naked state as he exited the cabin. He started covering his private boy parts with his hands when his master commanded: "Boy, all your parts belong to me. And I want to see them. Especially your cute genitals. If you do not bring your hands away from in front of you I will cuff them behind your back."

Tommy looked back and replied: "But master, this is every boy's nightmare. Being seen naked out doors or in public."

Craig laughed. "Boy, it all has to do with attitude. There will be a lot of naked boys just like you all about us here. How about showing off? You should be proud to display yourself showing you are the cutest slave boy here."

Tommy had trouble about this showing off thing. But he looked down at the beach and saw another boy, almost totally naked not more than 50 feet [15 m] away. He finally did not feel so different. And besides, this was supposed to be an all male resort. He used a considerable amount of will power and held his hands at his side. Remarkably, as he started to be taken up with the beauty of his surroundings, and noted another boy totally naked except for a collar and leash, he started to find himself more aroused than self conscious. (Especially with that tube thing up his butt). By the time they reached the restaurant, Tommy was feeling quite relieved. And he let the entire experience titillate his sexual arousal and his adventurous disposition which had been stifled for years. And at seeing two other boys in similar circumstances right in the restaurant itself, he finally felt a lot better. And especially when one of the boys addressed him as he and his master was seated next to their table. He waited until his master directed him.

"Be seated boy, and you have permission to speak if someone addresses you."

This again was a minor revelation in his master's role for him. "Permission to speak?" It seemed his master was taking more and more control away from him. If this continued he wondered if his master was going to put him is actual restraints! He'd seen some of that on that in holos he'd seen a different life time ago.

"Yes master." he replied. And then turned to the boy who had said hello.

"Hi. I'm Tommy. What's your name?" The boy was even smaller and probably younger than himself. He was a cute blond with beautiful blue eyes and velvety skin with a good tan. An overall tan. The boy too had on a collar, but his was black. He felt that this boy was a direct contrast to himself in color and feature. He wished he could see the boy's boy parts but the chair was in the way. He also saw the boy's master – at least that was the presumption – smile at them both. That master got into a conversation with his own master as he conversed with this smiling boy. They finally got to some more serious issues.

Tommy replied to one of the young boy's statements. "You mean that your parents sold you to your master? They SOLD you?"

"Not exactly. I was sold to a broker and then auctioned off. I was ready. I knew for sometime I was attracted to men and told my dad that he could bale out his business by selling me. My master paid enough for me to even put my two older brothers through advanced education. And my master spoils me great. I even begged him to make it permanent several years later and so two years ago I was modified to stay as you see me now. I wanted to always appeal to my master. And he loved me enough to spend a fortune to have me stay the way I was. Even though I'm now 18, I look 11. How about you?"

I felt that small brand on my hip as it pressed against the chair. I didn't want to let him know that I was only a rental. I left that part out. But I told him that although I volunteered to be a slave, I was still classified as Class Three because I came from off world. Later, his master even gave him permission for us to have some play time together at some vague future time but only if my master also agreed.

We continued to talk all through the meal as we moved to their table. It turned out that they lived not far away. It was a strange country which had entire communities filled with man-boy couples. Like it was no more noteworthy than any other paired couple. And wow, as the restaurant filled there were boy-slaves all over the place. And most of them were as naked as I was! And double wow! I couldn't believe some of the things their master's did to them! I mean several of the boys, one even younger than me, were totally trussed up. I mean totally! Cuffs and chains or other bindings on their arms and legs and some even with mouth gags. One you couldn't even see the lower half of his face. I noticed that he knelt next to his master and was fed through some kind of hole in his gag and mouth covering. And one older boy even had an actual tail! He had something plugging his butt and it had a tail sticking out. Suddenly I was feeling almost normal. (And quite aroused – damn that tube on my penis! It was REALLY driving me crazy at times). And I asked the other slave, Boy, about it. ('Boy' was the slaveboy's name). He said his master only called him that and he didn't have an actually name anymore).

He stated that all the things I was seeing was 'normal'. That many masters with younger boys for slaves did all kinds of that 'neat stuff' to them. He said his master did that to him all the time. And he loved it. Crazy world! I knew that I should have been horrified about all the sex stuff going on since they tried to make me believe that kind of stuff growing up was so wrong, but somehow it didn't seem to bother me. I couldn't even remember just why that was supposed to be so bad. As far as I could tell, it was all so GOOD! I couldn't wait until tonight where I'd actually be sleeping all night with my master! I wondered how much sleeping I would actually get.

Chapter 3
Vacation

Craig Matthews awoke near dawn totally aroused all over again. He couldn't believe it. He used his boy's two love holes at least five times within the first four hours and had amazingly long orgasms each time. Whatever was engineered into the boy's testicles was sure amazing. And he couldn't get enough of his boy's body. He must have explored just about every square inch of it, and quite a bit with his own mouth and tongue. He couldn't stop being so aroused not just by the boy's tantalizingly soft boy flesh but even by the beautiful black color. The idea of using a black boy as a slave also increased his enjoyment. He liked the fact that he could just force the small boy into whatever position he wanted, or simple order the boy to do something and it happened. He had on past occasions put his mouth to a boy's creased butt hole – and so enjoyed it of course – but this was the very first time he had the boy do the same to him. And another thing which made the sex so great was the fact that the boy seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as he was! And quite the submissive boy. But one who was sure active when commended.

And he'd not even yet gotten into all the bondage gear or the implements of torture. Though truth be told he only liked the later as a matter of exercising total dominance over his boy. Just enough to get the response from his slaveboy proving who was master and who was slave. Maybe the next day he'd even look into using one of the many dungeons. He wondered just how his boy would react. Well, he was going to find out. But later. Right now he wanted to use his boy again.

"Crack!"

He used the small strap on the table next to the grav-bed to awaken his slaveboy.

"Aaaahhh!" The boy suddenly jerked awake. He seemed to start to yell something but suddenly remembered that he was now a slave. Several seconds later he spoke: "Master. That was totally cruel! I almost had a heart attack."

But the master noticed the boy's rigid boner. The only thing attached to his boy at that moment was the small urethral plug specifically designed to not allow climax, even with rectal stimulation. Craig smiled as he realized that his boy must have been held at an excessive degree of arousal for a very extended period of time. And now he could see it in the boy's eyes and manner.

"Master, may I please ask for a favor?"

Knowing what the boy wanted he replied: "No boy. I have still to catch up."

The boy gave out a very exaggerated sigh. But then the boy smiled. "Master, this slave obeys and submits." It was a formula response, but the boy deliberately made it sound more like an accusation.

Craig again marveled at the boy's so profoundly Negroid features. Something which really turned him on. And those lips were so delectably kissable. Also felt so good sucking on his own engorged member.

"Thirsty boy?"

Not understanding the implication of the master's request, Tommy replied: "Master, may I please use the bathroom? I really got to go."

Craig carried his boy into the opulent room and sat him onto the toilet. He addressed his slave as he was pulling out the urethral climax inhibitor. "This goes right back in boy. So don't even think to abscond without it."

The boy gave another exaggerated sigh. Probably due in part to the release of pressure in his bladder. Until two weeks ago (as the boy remembered time), he would never have imagined peeing right in front of another person like this. He then used the butt cleaner tube next to the toilet, a practice now so engrained into him from his training.

Twenty minutes later, master and slave were walking along the beautiful beach watching the waves crash along the sandy berm. Colorful parrot-like animals flittered among the trees many blossoms, competing for visual prominence. And though distracted now and again, Craig couldn't take his eyes off the luscious body of his slave boy more than moments at a time, as he watched the lithe body romp about the sand chasing the scurrying sand crabs, his black skin in counterpoint to the white sand. Aside from the required collar, specially engineered not to chaff he'd discovered, the boy was totally naked.

"Master, it's so gorgeous!"

The boy seemed to have eventually gotten used to his naked state. Of course this was an area of wilderness far enough away fro the public beaches. And Craig was contemplating using his slave right there on the beach. Using him as he was meant to be used. But then a high pitch squeal was heard not too far away.

The boy looked back at his master. "Master? Someone in trouble?" Then the boy started climbing up a small natural rocky prominence forming a small barrier to the next section of beach. Craig couldn't help but marvel as the exuberant boy so deftly managed the short climb.

"Boy, remember your instructions. You are never to be out of sight of your master."

"But master we must hurry. Someone is being hurt."

The high pitched squeals had suddenly turned more to screams.

Craig thought that it was more probable that just on the other side of the rock projection they would find another slaveboy also being used as he should be.

Slave waited impatiently for master and then continued towards the top of the prominence. And stood in confusion as he saw not one but two small boys, much younger than himself both bent over with hands on knees. (Or so he assumed). One was looking sideways at the other who was being apparently disciplined by a large nearly naked dark complexioned man, whom – he assumed – was their owner. (He still had just a bit of difficulty getting used to the idea that almost all the boys he'd be seeing here would be owned by someone). He winced a bit as another stroke of a short leather strap came into contact with the rump of the boy on the left. And at the small scream that was forced from the boy's lungs. His very first impulse was to run down and stop what was happening but then he realized that this was 'normal'. The boys were apparently slaves after all.

Tommy turned back towards his own master and exclaimed: "Look master. Should we do anything?"

Craig smiled, both at his own slave's lingering naivety, and his own arousal at the scene before them. Below was an average sized man, perhaps 6 feet [1.80 m] and average build, maybe 40 years of age, along with his two slaves boys, both in some sort of restraint with collars (mandatory) and also with cuffs at wrists and ankles, but also in some kind of strange harness which seemed to connect the two boys together. The boys, remarkably similar in appearance, seemed to be of some polyglot ethnicity, common enough on this planet, and from this angle, of remarkably cute little boy bodies showing just a hint of soft interior covering under a very dusky brown skin. At this distance he would have judged the boys to be about 8 or 9 years of age, estimating them of quite average height and weight. Of course, on this planet, and especially at this resort, the boys could have been very much older at least chronologically. Craig also was wondering about the one boy's reactions. The one not being strapped. He seemed in more distress, at least from his facial expression, than the boy who was doing the squealing and screaming.

As Craig and his own slave approached the three other individuals, the man put the small strap into some kind of pouch at his waist – the man was totally naked himself except for a miniscule bathing attire – and then commanded both boys to a standing 'at attention' position. And then smiled, offering his hand, and addressed him as he approached. In a strange accent he announced: "Colonel Dubrunge, at your service. These two rascals are Kop and Kif, my new slaveboys. They are still being trained. Delectable are they not?"

Tommy was astonished as he saw the two, now seemingly embarrassed boys, trying in vain to cover their own small but rigidly stiff boners. But what took his interest was that the boys were identical. And very cute with obvious Oriental features and with that dusky brown skin that many of them have, and very much darker in their genitals, butt crack and nipple areas. And though they had both been crying just seconds ago, they were now merely openly staring at both himself and his own master.

The colonel looked with apparent fondness at his two boys and instructed them to relax but only to speak if addressed.

"Remember boys, you are still in training. You both want to be good slave boys, don't you?"

In unison they both replied very seriously: "Yes master."

Craig was intrigued by the harness connecting both boys. Though a simple chest harness, each boy had one arm pulled up behind them with the wrist cuff secured in the small of their respective backs. There were small chains attached to each of the ankle cuffs, and merely a link holding their respective ankles to each other. In addition, the upper harness was likewise linked in two places. The boys were thus attached to each other and apparently forced to coordinate their efforts so that they could walk, or even bend over. On their cute feet were plain sandals.

"Beautiful boys, Colonel. You mentioned that they are new?"

"Yes. A life ling dream of mine. And when they went up on auction at the State Slave Calais, I couldn't resist. They had been in a State Home and are six year Indentures, so I will have them until they are at about the age if full sexual maturity. When their six years are up, they know that I will offer them whatever education they may want. But 'til then I will have two of the most delectable bed-mates a man could possibly have! Right boys?"

"Yes master." Again in perfect unison. By now they were openly smiling.

The men spoke some more when Tommy finally asked his master: "Master, can me and the boys explore the tidal pool over there? We promise not to get out of sight."

Craig looked at the other man.

"Humm. I suppose so. The boys probably would enjoy the water and their harness can't be harmed.… But boys."

The two boys replied: "Yes master."

"Remember NO touching your pee-pees!"

"Yes master. We'll remember this time. We promise."

At this Craig looked more carefully at the boy's genitals and noted the metal rings encircling their base. The rings, though not tight were quite substantial. Both apparently circumcised 'pee-pees' were about three inches [7½ cm] long, above marble sized testicles in very wrinkles sacs. The quite stiff boners were even seemingly moving up and down a short distance.

The colonel probably read Craig's questioning thoughts. "Stimulation devices. These boys are totally unmodified. Can't afford that kind of boy. But I want to teach them to be ever conscious of both their sexual parts and be ever ready to accommodate the needs of their master. Those rings will keep them horny as hell but they must also be trained never to touch themselves without permission. Hence the discipline when you first arrived."

As they watched, with fondness, with three boys entertain themselves in the small warm tidal pool, Craig asked the usual questions. The boys were twins, 8 years old, and totally without family.

"Yes, the State Home Indentures a small percentage of their boys in an effort to be financially self sustaining. They are quite conscientious to only Indenture boys who would thrive as a man's sexslave. These boys, I swear, now that they have been accustomed to the stimulation devices and the proper drug regimen, are absolute sex maniacs. For which I am totally delighted. They had done so well after only a month's training that I promised them a vacation. So here we are though I really can't afford it. The boys are having almost as much fun as their master. I have them as I said for another six years, and haven't yet decided if I will allow them to sexually mature."

"Yes. I've heard about those kinds of drugs being available on this world. Of course Tommy has been gene-splice modified. And from what I've heard, a VERY expensive procedure. He's even had some brain-pathway conditioning."

"Well, my boys I only have been training as slaves for one month. Though truth be told they are probably two of the more pampered slaves in the country. I seem to be doing more for them then I ever get them to do for me. Of course I'm quite rewarded and not just in bed. Of course after finally opening them up safely, and with their drug regimen, they both make a sensational and quite willing fucktoys."

Craig didn't especially like the word 'fucktoy,' but being honest with himself, he recognized that his Rent-a-Boy was very close to that. Even if he was starting to think of his boy as more than a sex object.

Craig answered: "But how about their discipline? My boy has been quite modified to not only handle quite a measure of serious discipline, but have very little need of it."

The colonel laughed. "You mean this thing? It hurts their egos more than their hides." He brought the seemingly serious strap down with amazing force onto his own bare leg. "Specially manufactured. It would take at least ten heavy swats to even start making a red mark on their cute butts. But I do use psychology. When one boy fails in some way, it is the other one I use the strap on."

Eventually Craig talked about his own rental slave.

"I'm really starting to care about the boy. Apart from the obvious. I only wished that there was some way I could actually buy him from the Rent-a-Boy people."

"Yeah. The specially modified boys are amazingly expensive. More than I probably make in half a lifetime."

Craig was wondering just how he might be able to actually afford to buy the boy. Assuming that any price could tempt the Rent-a-Boy people. He even had a fleeting idea of somehow stealing the boy and bringing him back – just how, he did not know – to his own planet. Of course that plan was impossible. There was possibly more telemetry on the boy than an old world spy satellite. He exhaled a big sigh and stood.

"Well, I need to collect my boy. I have a surprise for him tonight at the games."

"Ah. You're more courageous than myself. I guess I'm much more the boring traditionalist. I just want my boys to sooth my body and soul each night. And other times of the day when I get the chance. See you around."

Craig collected his boy, (who waved good-bye to the twins) and brought him into the next secluded cove. He had a couple hours before an early dinner and the evening's games. As he started taking off the few clothes he himself had worn he took his boy into his arms and pulled his small black body into a forceful embrace. After using his own tongue to visit many parts of his boy's body, especially concentrating on his genitals and the delectable area about his boy's rear entrance. And then finally tasting the velvety interior of the cleaned out hole. He reveled in the feel of the velvety smoothness and the spasming grip of his boy's anal sphincters first on his tongue, and then later as he pushed in and out of his boy's special intimate rear love hole. He loved watching his dark ivory colored penis push into the severely black ring of flesh. During the afternoon's not so quick 'quickie,' his boy, he was glad to note, eagerly did exactly as he directed, even going so far as alternating with his own tongue between his own butt hole and moderate sized genitals.

As boy and man were exiting the beautiful ocean, having washed off after their 'sex-capades' on the beach, Craig guided them to their rented ground car, and entered the code for their cabin. During their ride, Tommy, seemingly in some kind of introspective state, finally looked away from the large back window and faced his master.

"Master, I was wondering about those two boys?"

"The twins?"

Yes master. It was Kof who was being punished, but Kip said he felt it worse. I don't understand."

"Well boy, when you really care about a person, it can hurt you even worse when they get hurt. It happens when people are really, really close."

Tommy looked up at his master and started wondering. And for the very first time he wondered about all his feelings, and specifically how they may be influenced by his modifications. Or if it even mattered.

Twenty minutes later both master and slave were readying themselves for the night's meal and entertainment, though all Tommy knew were two things. The dinning place was to be quite fancy, and the entertainment consisted of some sort of games in which slaves were competing against each other. (It never occurred to him that he would be one of those slave boys).

The dinning facility was atop the Circe Cliff Tower commanding a breathtaking view of the Verdant Cliffs facing the ocean, and the tortured chasms of the Faulty Plain behind. Though not the most expensive of venues, definitely one offering the most outstanding views at the restaurant enclosure turned on its axis once every 30 minutes.

From across the room Tommy replied to his master's commend: "Master, what exactly is formal slave-ware?"

"Boy, it's actually a joke. Though I will be wearing formal dress, I intended to truss you up into the best costume we can put together to announce to the world that not only have I the cutest slave in creation, but the best trained. You remember all your formal slave protocols I assume?" It was put to Tommy as a question. But his past weeks of training had been most intense.

"Yes master."

"Good. I want you on your best slave behavior. I want to show you off."

Tommy was both anxious and excited as his master started 'dressing' him. Apparently formal slave wear, at least this evening, would consist of a heavy silver collar, with matching ankle and wrist cuffs. Fortunately for the slave, each cuff contained the latest in miniature force field technology, allowing for a considerable force on each cuff without the least bit of 'wear and tear' on the slave's slender limbs. Tommy felt so strange, and the very items brought to mind images on file at his (very long ago) school room of the cruel devices used to keep control of work slaves far in the past. And when a 18 inch [50 cm] silver chain was connected between his ankle cuffs, and an even shorter one, only several inches long, between his wrist cuffs, it brought to him the image of shackles in those very holo images. Then another chain, about two feet [60 cm] long, connected the middle of each of the first two chains.

"Master, my hands can't now reach my face."

"When you're sitting they will just reach."

Then a final chain, about 10 inches [25 cm] long, connected the middle of the slave's shackled wrists to a ring dangling from his collar. As a result, movement of his hands were quote restricted. And he squealed as the a chain made contact with his rod-hard, outward jutting, 5 inch [13 cm] boner.

Craig chuckled at his slave's reactions. "That brings us to your last two attachments, boy."

Tommy wondered, and questioned: "No harness?"

"No boy. Tonight you will be almost entirely buck naked for all to see. Of course there is still the matte of your urethral and butt plugs. It will be a formal dining area after all."

The butt plug again was a marvel of technology in that after its 10 inch [25 cm] length was seated firmly almost all the way into the boy's rectum, it temporarily adhered itself in place. The squeal from his boy this time was quite more emphatic as the interior 8 inches [20 cm] were gradually pushed home. As he stood back up Tommy was quite conscious of the mammoth size of the rectal intruder. He wondered just how he would cope with that monster being inside him for such a length of time.

"Not quite there boy."

Craig took out a 6 inch [15 cm] slender sound which had a small enlarged ball near one end through which passed a ring about 1½ inches [3.8 cm] in diameter. He seated the sound into his slave's penis gradually inserting the thing into the boy's urethra, the far interior end being slightly bent, thus forcing the penis to jut straight outward. Of course this again solicited a further round of high pitched squeals. Finally the artifact sealed itself within.

"What's the ring for master?"

Craig smiled. As he grabbed the ring his boy automatically wiggled his body.

"Keep still boy."

Craig opened the heavy ring and then closed it around the chain connecting wrists to ankles. With the slightest movement, the chain would pull back and forth through the ring, of course sending waves of sensation through the boy's penis.

"Walk around boy. See how it feels."

Tommy found the walk quite awkward, forcing small steps. But he was quite astonished at the difficulty of not being able to move his hands where he wanted. And even frustration when he wanted to wipe his face. But what caused him even greater amazement was the effect of both plugs on his already high state of sexual arousal.

"Holy Hells Bells!" (A particularly common phrase used in his former country of origin).

But in spite of his articulated dismay, Tommy continued pacing about, actually reveling in such intense and unaccustomed feelings. Of course, he again felt a bit strange as he was led outside almost entirely naked, even bare footed, on a short chain leash, connected this time to his collar. But he made effort to remember all his formal slave protocols. Besides, it was also sort of exciting as well as scary. A ground car awaited them.

But a scary scene awaited Tommy as the ground car dropped them off right in front of this amazingly beautiful, and crowded!, tower. It was still light enough to see quite clearly. And in spite of the spectacular scenery and views all around, Tommy could only focus on all those eyes focused on his own naked body. His boner was possibly at an all time skin stretching maximum. And everyone there was looking straight at it. Or so it seemed.

What many of them were focusing on was Tommy as he was led from the ground car on leash. But most were admiring the beauty of this apparent 12 year old, and very black little but well formed body. Such combination of boy pulchritude and extreme ethnic skin and features was definitely uncommon, even at such a resort as this. His naked condition was sure enjoyed by many eyes but not quite exactly for the reason Tommy imagined. But he was right; many people WERE looking at him. Some with even a hint of envy for the master who owned him.

Into the luxurious lobby and over to the elevators, boy and master walked. The man was beaming with pried and possessiveness. This was HIS boy. He was glad he opted for simplicity. Totally naked but definitely a slave under control. He was wondering if he should have included a mouth gag and possibly a full muzzle. But at the last minute he decided that he wanted everyone to have a clear view of his boy's striking features.

Tommy had to control not only his severely rising sexual arousal, but his own movement as he became almost paralyzed. Only his severe training kept him meekly walking behind his master, head, if not eyes, totally aimed at his master as protocol demanded. Of course more than a small portion of his thoughts seemed excited by almost exactly what terrified him. Displaying his naked body with straining boner right out in front of everyone.

But by the time master and slave reached the main floor of the revolving restaurant, and were led to their window side table, Tommy started focusing on all the other naked (or nearly naked) slave boys. Boys of all sizes and ages. He suddenly felt a part of it all – a group of slaves and masters out for a good dinner. He had all he could do not to swivel about looking at all the different boys which flitted through his view. If anything, the attachments were so much more contrived and substantial then he'd ever seen before. In some cases, they not only shocked and frightened him, but also had him wondering, with a strong sexual excitement, if his own master was eventually going to use those things on him. A good percentage of the boys, usually the older ones, not only had the required butt plug, but actual 'tails' or other things dangling from them. He wondered how the plug stayed in. One boy had a small weight swinging below his butt plug and only the severe gag and muzzle kept his muffled yelps mostly unheard as the many sharp spikes on the weight occasionally touched his render inner thighs. And wow, many of the boys not only had mouth gags, but several had muzzles covering most of their lower face. One boy, however, had some black covering over his entire head. As if his head were dipped in a thick wax several times. No apparent holes or anything! The boy was totally unable to see. There were also all manner of leg hobbles, some connecting only the ankles but several had either short chains, or much longer and stiff bars connecting bands encircling just above their knees. The walking looked difficult, especially on the boys who could not close their legs. One boy was unable to close his legs, not due to any bar, but because a huge ring seemed attached right through his flesh between his small scrotal sac and his butt hole. (Tommy later learned that this ring, fully five inches [13 cm] in diameter, was permanent!)

Of course many of the boys also had hands, arms, or both, on all sorts of restraints. Some even in mitt things which never allowed the boy to use his hands. Others had their hands and arms bound in various positions. Some at their side, some crossed behind their backs, and some in front. One boy, somewhat older, possibly 14 or 15, had enormous genitals (enormous to Tommy) with his semi soft 7 inch [18 cm] penis, and pendulous testicles, swinging between his legs. He was also amazed at a 5 inch [13 cm] ring swinging from the very end of the boys penis, and was then horrified when he realized that the large ring had to pass right through the boy's penis. He couldn't tell if the boy minded the thing as he was in full muzzle and other restrictive bondage items with his arms held severely to his side. Tommy eventually realized that his chains allowed him quite a bit of freedom – in comparison. Of course, probably more than half the boys were merely in harness or very minimal restraints, though almost all were on some kind of leash either mechanical or by force field link. (Tommy almost chuckled aloud as the thought flitted through his mind, a memory of the strict 'leash law' back in his home town).

Boy and master were seated at a table for four. Another man and boy, quite ordinary looking on this world of a population of very mixed ethnicities. Both were of average build and light brown skin color, and both tending more towards an Oriental mold. Of course the boy was typically slender and small. Probably about 8 or 9 years of age. Tommy was almost disappointed to note that the boy, except for his wide metallic collar, was entirely naked. The required urethral and butt plugs were not very noticeable. Of course, as all the boys present, he was amazingly cute. And seemed to smile or laugh all the time.

Craig Matthews was positively beaming with pride as he and his boy were seated. He knew that more than the usual number of stares were directed his way. His own boy was remarkable even among a group of remarkable boys. Introductions were made.

The other man stood while the boy, after a glance from his master, quickly knelt in formal slave mode next to his master, his head coming up just past his master's waist. (Remembering his very recent training, he was trying really hard not to smile, but everything in his new life was so new and exciting!)

"Hello, I'm Tensure Algorin, and this is my new slave, Xin!" He looked down at his boy and added: "Xin, pay proper respects to another master."

Xin stood quickly, knelt again at Craig's feet, and announced in a small boy's voice: "My master's slave welcomes you and your boy." (He tried his best not to giggle at the idea of talking about himself in the third person).

Algorin smiled at his boy's very minor infraction and stated: "The boy is a 12 year Indenture, and quite new to his slave status. He was sold by his parents and I was quite thrilled to acquire him in the Public Auctions."

Craig introduced himself and mentioned just a bit about his background and being from a different planet were slavery was not known. His own boy, to his surprise, also knelt at the feet of Mr. Algorin and mimicked the other boy's actions and words. They were all seated (the two boys on special seats which put them intimately close to their masters), and conversation ensued. Craig then asked about the small cute oriental looking boy and how he was acquired.

In my country no private slave sales are permitted. All slaves must go through the public auctions. Though most slaves are sold via holo-video feed, some times, when there is a large number of children for sale, they are put on public display and then auctioned off in a public forum. Of course many bids come electronically but it was exciting to be right there. I had no intention of actually buying a boy until I saw a very frightened boy, crying as he was led in cumbersome shackles onto the bidding platform. I was instantly captivated. Money for me is of little concern. I instantly raised any other bid. The boy was soon mine. Even after several months of training, I am not quite sure who is the slave. I only hope that Xin here chooses to stay in my life at the end of his 12 year indenture."

The meal soon began with sumptuous food items on a myriad of plates were placed on the their table. Several small bottles of wine were also served with the various courses. The boys only ate at their master's allowance, and usually right from their master's hands. Both boys kept looking at each other wishing they had permission to speak with the other. Finally, as desserts were offered, both masters gave the boys permission to quietly converse. Both boys were amazed at the other's story. Eventually, Xin discovered that Tommy was a rental and felt so sorry for him. He was so dismayed he turned to his own master and awaited to be noticed.

His master spoke: "Yes, Xin. You need to tell me something?"

The small and very emotional 8 year old Xin spoke in a rush: "Master. Tommy here is only a rental slave. He doesn't have just a single master. He must be very sad about that."

At those words, Tommy who was totally uncaring about his exact status, finally felt a small twinge of regret. But gave out a small sigh as he knew he could do nothing about it. He almost absentmindedly fingered his small brand and realized that he was forever a Rent-a-Boy. But with a strong determination he told himself that he would just enjoy life as he could. So far it was utterly amazing. At these thoughts his smile and good mood returned as if it never left. (Of course his mental modifications were largely in play to insure that a renter would have a fun loving and happily submissive slaveboy at their commend).

Craig recounted his desire of having Tommy permanently.

"But financially it is impossible. I probably couldn't even cover half his price."

Mr. Algorin made a noncommittal reply, saying something about possibly buying a non-modified boy but there was a real concern about the limitations of the drug regimens which kept boys prepubescent for extremely long periods of time. Frequently, after 20 years or so, complications made the administration of such drugs problematical. Of course Xin would be his master's boy for only 12 years.

Just as dessert was being consumed, a server (in fact a scantily clad slave boy probably in his late teens) brought to the table a severe looking gag and muzzle. Tommy looked at the thing and cringed. There was entirely too much of the thing and too much metal. Tommy then remembered about the requirement of having a slave in a full mute muzzle and gag IF he was going to be fondled and brought to orgasm. Wow! Right in front of everyone!

His master saw his boy's eyes and said. "No, not for you."

It was Mr. Algorin who placed his boy onto his lap and explained: "It's for Xin. I said I'd reward him for his successful training."

Xin, with a small amount of fear, allowed his master to open hi mouth widely and fir inside the severe gag. And when a spot was touched, it quote filled his entire mouth. Xin, struggled a bit. and gave out a severely muffled gasp. The a very large muzzle was placed over the bottom half of the boy's face from his nose to under his small jaw, and secured with several straps around his head. Another spot was touched and the muzzle tightly adhered right to the boy's face. The boy eventually stopped struggling when he recognized, that though a bit uncomfortable, there was no real pain. It was just very strange having his mouth and part of his face so totally immobilized. He whimpered a bit and as he did so, realized not a bit of sound escaped.

Mr. Algorin, as he began fondling his boy's small but rigidly jutting penis, explained. "It's a full-mute gag as required."

Tommy gaped at the display right out in the open.

As their conversation continued, Craig noted that Xin must have had several short but quite intense dry orgasms. His master explained that the drugs he was now keeping his boy on, insured that the boy could experience almost an endless series of such climaxes on short interval. By the time the meal was over, and men and slaveboys were readying to leave, Xin could barely stand. His master eventually carried the boy in his arms. The boy was nearly asleep with his head, less gag and muzzle, resting on his master's shoulder.

Craig remarked: "Well, I'm off to the games." (The games, as they were referred to, were a weekly event staged in an outdoor open ended stadium right on the beach below the Circ Cliff Tower).

"Well then, I will possibly see you there, though my boy is too young to compete."

They parted amicably. Tommy was wondering just what these 'games' were all about. And he was not all that sure that he could really compete at anything. But he was determined to please his master. Besides, it might be real fun.

Twenty minutes later, Craig and Tommy were sitting on the soft seating of a small stadium. About 200 people, both slave and master, were in attendance. The very first 'game' would have all slaveboy participants – fitted with a special butt plug and genital ring. Its purpose was to stimulate the boys to extreme orgasm. The 'game' required each boy to run (or hobble) the length of the artificially covered field until only one by was left standing. All the others of course having succumbed to the thrall of impending sexual climax. It was all in fun and there was a token prize to the winning boy.

"Tommy, I've entered you into this first game. You know the rules. Follow them but mostly, just have fun."

The spectators sure did, as boy after boy fell to the ground in the throws of an extreme orgasm. Tommy was determined to 'win' but finally gave in to one of the better orgasms he'd ever experienced. By the time he fell prey to the inevitable, he was unaware that of the 35 participants, about 25 boys had succumbed before him.

As he eventually became aware of his surroundings, he was almost overwhelmed by the idea that here he was, totally naked, and having had a sex orgasm right in front of hundreds of strangers! A somewhat abashed boy returned to his master.

"Have fun boy?" his master asked.

"I think so master. But wow, right there in front of everybody!"

"Of course boy. A slave is not allowed shame."

The games continued, but as varied as they were, they all had one thing in common. The boy's sex parts were always involved. Near the end of the games, the artificial surface was retracted and a large swimming pool was uncovered. Several games involved the water. And the last game was reserved only for the much older boys. Or more precisely, all the bigger boys. The boy had to be at least 65 inches [1.60 m].

Chapter 4
Rescue

As the current was applied to the pool, most of the 20 or so boys in the pool started twitching and as the current was gradually increased, gyrating about. Several momentarily fell below the surface. As the muffled yelps and then screams were starting to be heard, eventually the first boy jumped out of the water. Several others quickly followed. Eventually it came down to two very competitive slaveboys, fully intent to brave the (not so serious pain) to win the final prize for their masters.

But suddenly, amid a serous commotion in the stands near the deep end of the pool, a man's anguished voice suddenly shrieked out:

"MY BOY! MY BOY FELL IN!"

The master in question instantly dove into the pool to rescue his small boy, for whom there was true danger. Tommy's master realized that the man too was in serious trouble himself, and without much thought except to save the unfortunate boy, commanded his slave to stay put, and then dove into the pool himself. A short time later, as several other people were helping to pull the struggling man out of the pool, with an iron will, Craig ignored the severe shocks and pulled the almost inert boy from the bottom of the pool. By that time, someone in charge had turned off the current as Craig finally lifted the small boy, whom he now recognized as the very boy at his table that night, onto the berm of the pool, and started resuscitation. His fast response possibly saved the boy's life, as the boy soon started coughing indicating he was now breathing on his own, the emergency response came to the boy's aid.

A short time later, quite a number of weary but happy people surrounded the hospital bed of little Xin. Tommy and his master among them. And of course one very fretful but reassured Tensure Algorin was in the very bed with his boy, holding onto his boy tightly, and crying unabashedly.

Eventually he looked up at Craig Matthews and could not stop thanking him for rescuing his little boy. (He himself, a poor swimmer, had to be helped out of the pool, unable to assist in the rescue of his own boy).

"Mr. Matthews. I can not possible express the depth of my thanks for saving Xin. I don't know how I could have lived without him."

Eventually all concerned, except for Xin and his master who stayed overnight in the hospital, returned to their homes and their lives. Or, in the case of Craig and Tommy, their cabin.

Two days later, after having enjoyed a so far wonderful nature-filled and sex-filled vacation, Tommy was again being readied for that day's 'program'.

Craig looked at this exceptional boy, with increasing fondness.

"Master, what are we doing today?" The boy's enthusiasm was infectious.

"Well two things. First a pony ride through the flower, bird, and animal park. All kinds of exotic things can be seen there. And part of the trip goes into Flame Gorge with its high escarpments and spectacular water falls."

Tommy wondered why a pony ride rather than either walking or riding but as his interest in things of nature took hold of his attention, he forgot all about the pony ride aspect of the event.

Craig continued: "I know you've been all excited to learn just what is in that other dresser all week so today you'll find out. Some of the things there we will need for the pony ride but most of it will be for our reservations later in the day in the Iron Dungeon."

Tommy was instantly excited. He kept seeing other boys in different kinds of restraints and was strangely thrilled at having all those things 'done to him'. He had even gotten the nerve the day before to ask his master about it.

"Master, I can't wait." Then a small disquieting thought brought him up short. "But master, you won't really torture me? Will you?"

"Look boy, if I decided to torture you, you must remember you ARE a slave. And I will do exactly as I please."

At his boy's now very worried expression he relented: "Of course I will promise you this. I will do nothing to really hurt you. I promise later tonight you will have only happy memories of our day."

The boy was mollified, and again became enthused at the prospect of both the ride and especially afterward. His master couldn't help snickering a bit as he led his boy over to the other (unopened) drawer.

The drawer was opened and out came a special harness, butt plug, gag and muzzle. Very special.

First I out the leather and metal mitts on each of his hands. It fitted on as if it were a form fitting fingerless glove with a small hollow metal tube connected to the palm. (This tube helped to keep each hand from overheating). Tommy allowed his right hand to be fitted, being more curious and definitely excited than dismayed. First the metal stiffened wrist portion was then laced up securing the tight fitting mitt, and then the fingers a back flap extending slightly beyond the back of the fingers was pulled down to a connection on the wrist. The fingers were forced to curl over the tube and worth the wrist also immobilized, he sure wasn't using that land for much.

"How do they feel boy?"

Tommy tried wiggling his fingers and his wrist, but it just wasn't going to happen.

"Wow. I can't move a thing!"

I gave the naked boy a small swat on his rear. "Slave protocols boy! Address me as master."

The nearly unfazed boy was apologetic, but was more interested in the mitts than a mere swat on his naked rump.

"Harness next boy."

The quite substantial harness included a leather and metal collar, wide enough that the boy would have only minimal ability to move his head about especially downward. After pulling his arms through their openings, the collar was latched in the back, and the remainder of the harness fell downward in the front. Three very wide straps, joined at the middle of the front of the collar, the two outer ones formed part of the harness that circled downward below his arm holes. These I pulled together very tightly in the small of his back where they too joined with a click. Tommy grunted a bit at the tight fit. The very long middle strap extended downward with a large ring of leather and metal positioned perfectly so that, as I drew the strap between the boy's legs, his small black genitals were fitted through the center opening of the wide ring. The opening was small enough so that Tommy grunted with a small discomfort as the penis, then one small testicle and then the other was forced through. The tight fit forced his genitals severely outward from his body. His arousal was such that a few drops of fluid was already dripping from his stiffened boner.

"Master, it's tight!" Tommy's voice indicated his high excitement.

"Let me know if there's any pain boy."

"Yes master. Just tight for now."

"Ok, bend over boy. You know what's coming next."

He eyed the strange looking butt plug.

"What's… master, what's that thing at the bottom?"

That 'thing' was a backward projection which had an opening into which the separate 'tail portion' of the harness fit.

"You will find out in a few minutes boy."

The special cone shaped butt plug widened significantly before it's sudden decrease in diameter as it emerged from the boy's butt. This forced the thing to be seated into his rectum. Tommy again grunted and then squealed quite loudly as I gradually pushed the thing home. It was probably the largest plug I'd ever fitted into his rectum. It seated itself with a sudden last movement, as the boy's distended anal sphincters closed about the small exiting portion of the plug.

"Master," the now squirming boy exclaimed, "it's too big."

"Boy, now that it's in, there should be no pain."

Tommy wiggled his butt about and gave out a sigh. "Well master, I guess it's Ok now, but it sure feels big inside."

"Again, let me know if anything starts actually hurting."

A very wide belt attached to the center strap at the boy's waist. This I pulled around each side and again secured it in the back. The very wide belt was also quite a tight fit and somewhat limited the boy's ability to bend downward. The center strap had a smaller second ring through which fitted the backward projection of the butt plug and became cord-like s it was fitted upward tightly into the boy's butt crack. This too connected to the waist belt in the back.

"Almost done boy."

There were two fittings incorporated into the harness immediately below his arms. They corresponded with fittings in the inside of each mitt. I bent each of his arms and snapped them in place. He could wiggle his elbows but his hands and wrist were held stationary.

"Oh my gosh! That's awesome!"

Tommy again forgot to address me as master. He received another substantial swat across his but. He flinched pain but his excitement mostly overrode the minor pain.

Tommy started to move about getting used to the strange and confining harness but I pulled him back.

"Not quite boy. A belt was threaded through between his backward projecting arms and again pulled tight and secured. Now there was no more wiggle room for his arms.

I then quickly fitted a small sound into the boy's urethra. It attached itself. Only by touching the spot on the small portion that projected beyond the boy's piss slit would it come loose. Of course the boy was quite used to this manner of invasion by now.

Next came the 'tail,' a collection of 20 narrow leather thongs about 18 inches [50 cm] long gathered together at the metal fitting which snapped into the backward projection of the boy's butt plug. As I pulled it from the drawer Tommy only looked in surprise only momentarily and then spoke.

"Master I'm the pony aren't I?"

"Yes boy, but I assure you should enjoy the experience. The cart is actually motorized. As you pull it you will be more guide than actual puller."

"Guide? Master, will there be a bit that goes into my mouth?"

"Sure enough boy."

I pulled this out of the drawer. The bit was connected to a series of straps which formed a 'Y' from the ends of the metal bit (which ended in two small rings) connecting over the boy's nose. Two other sets of narrow straps were also attached to the rings of his mouth bit. Two were pulled around the boy's head and the one which formed the top portion of the 'Y' all connected together in the back. The remaining two straps were the boy's leads.

"This will be fitted when we get to the pony trail. The portion of the trail along which you will be pulling the cart will only be the last couple miles [several kilometers] of the trail through the preserve. The beginning 20 miles [32 km] will be in an open air ground car."

Tommy was by now almost jumping out of his skin with excitement.

"Thank you master. This feels amazing."

We will see how he feels several hours from now. Until then his hands and arms would not be allowed from their restrictive mitts and harness.

The ride through the preserve and then the small portion of Flame gorge was spectacular. Even my squirming boy was able to forget about his harness for periods at a time. Of course, with the projecting butt plug sitting was a difficulty. He actually knelt through the last portion of the ride. Finally the hired driver pulled into the staging area for the pony carts. They were substantial affairs with a large comfortable seat – for myself – and forward projecting forks which were secured to the rigid waist portion of the belt that went around my slave's waist. But Tommy again was too excited to worry about any difficulty he might later have, pulling me and the cart through the next two miles [3.2 km]. The trail was generally flat and was mostly soft grass and soft ground. No problem for the boy's bare feet. Even the placement of the boy's mouth bit brought excitement rather than dismay. (His having no teeth made the attachment easy. I had removed his artificial teeth before the trip).

The boy was so enthused he started out trying to pull the cart at a run. The motorized wheel hubs made the pulling quite easy. But I pulled on the reigns.

"Waugh boy. How about taking your time and enjoy." The boy tried to look back but his harness and bridle made this impossible. I had a crop with a short strip of leather at the end which I swished at his cute black butt. The snap was more than I had wanted and a sharp cry came from his mouth.

"Ok boy. You are only a pony. You are required to act as one. You only respond to you mouth bit and keep looking forward."

Tommy got the idea very quickly. And I think he even had more fun than I did. If course it was a close call as I saw a magnificent boy 'animal' flexing his muscles in front of me.

Two miles [3.2 km] later, master and boy were both wishing that the trail had not ended. As Craig removed the bridle and mouth bit from the tired boy's mouth, the boy gave out a big sigh. And he was sweating quite a lot but came up smiling.

"Master that was entirely awesome! But my mouth is really tired."

The boy's words were just a bit indistinct since his teeth were still out. I kissed that mouth with a fierce passion as my boy melted into my arms.

"Ok boy. A quick shower, a quick dinner, and then the dungeons!"

Ok the 'shower' came in several parts interspersed with my use of my boy's mouth and butt hole. And my careful re-inspection of his entire black body with both hands and tongue.

Though it was only mid afternoon when we went onto the restaurant, the reservation for the dungeon was for five hours, and I intended to make good use of all five hours. I only allowed my slaveboy, now back to his two usual plugs and this time his metal collar, a small repast. I was not too sure how he'd hold up over his coming ordeal.

Tommy was visibly shaking as we entered the Iron Dungeon. The outside of the building was stark and evocative of past history with stone walls and heavy wood and metal fitted doors. There were real bars over the windows. Inside it was even more foreboding, reminiscent of Medieval dungeons, with stone walls and heavy metal fixtures. If course we were shown a heavy wood and iron door by a huge monster of a man. He towered over me by a good foot. As we descended a long series of wooden steps he could hear cries, piercing yells, and screams from the distance. I suspected that this was fabricated but my slave boy, for the first time showed a bit of fear. I had to prod him along.

We eventually wound out way along long corridors with stone walls interspersed with the occasional heavy door. They were numbered. We came to number twenty. I put a large old fashioned looking key into the appropriate slot and turned. The a loud clank, and I pushed the heavy door inward. There was enough strategic lighting so that the black iron and dark wood interior was easily visible. Tommy gasped and literally backed up into my body.

"With very visible fear he turned to me and exclaimed: "Please master. You aren't really going to use those things on me? Are you?"

"Relax boy. They're mostly for effect. remember what I promised."

Literally lining the walls and low cabinets were all manner of whips, heavy canes, wicked looking paddles, Medieval torture devises including an Iron Maiden, and more chains and shackles than what would be needed for ten boys. Of course there were several apparatuses that were fully functional, including a boy sized wrack, several kinds of crosses, and a wicked looking cage with manacles placed here and there. In actual fact this would be more a time of putting my boy into restraints and bondage rather than using any of the pain inflicting devices. And the few items I will be using were specially designed so that no real pain was actually caused. By psychologically, the place was awesome.

"Master, it is sort of exciting." Now that I minimized his initial fears, Tommy started a small tour about the 15 by 15 foot [4.6 m x 4.6 m] room. The cage seemed to intrigue him. He would soon find out how a boy can be so imprisoned within so that he would barely be able to move. He fingered almost everything and eventually paced over to the horrific Iron Maiden with its interior spikes.

The object was in fact not proportioned to his little boy body. But the one behind it, much less gruesome in its interior bars and spokes, was, however, exactly his size. (Several of the items now in the room were specifically put there to 'fit' my boy).

But looking back towards me, Tommy shuddered, and proclaimed: "They actually use this one time, master?"

"Thousands of years ago boy, and back on old earth." Now the one next to it is more modern."

Tommy was not unintelligent and immediately understood. He looked at it intently and started breathing heavily. "Master, I'm being put in that?" His voice rose as he asked the question.

I laughed aloud. "Most assuredly boy. But a few precautions first. Come here."

I opened a small drawer and found the necessary items specially put there for my boy. A small clear cup I fitted over my boy's engorged penis and testicles, allowing him to have an erection but protesting his delicate sex parts at the same time. Likewise two small protective pads I placed onto the boy's body over the area of his kidneys, again to protect these too easily damaged organs. I did intend to use a light flogger on him later.

"Don't want to damage valuable property do we?"

Tommy in fact laughed. He seemed to automatically understand what the items were for.

As I turned him toward the iron framework, he again started breathing quite heavily. I opened the front of the skeletal metal frame and he almost collapsed as I started backing him inside. I was momentarily frightened myself at my boy's reaction until I realized that he was so excited and aroused he could hardly stand. It was not from fear, though there might have been a small amount of that too.

"You Ok boy?"

A whispered "wow" was all that came out of his mouth. I wanted him to enjoy this too so I ignored his minor breech.

The room was quite warm and we were both sweating. I quickly took off my own clothes after I had positioned the boy in the lattice work of metal. By that time Tommy was moving his arms and legs the small amount his confinement permitted even without the front being swung back in place. I grabbed one of his feet and used the straps which came up from the bottom of the device and quickly tightened his foot to the floor. He squealed as his foot became attached to the bottom of the framework. He squealed again as his other foot was positioned several inches away and also fastened tightly. I then closed the front making sure no part of his body was improperly trapped.

My excitement was starting to rival my boy's as I knew what was coming next.

"You Ok boy?"

"Yes master. This is… I don't know. It's just wow!"

The boy still had a small amount of physical freedom that would soon be removed.

I started turning a small crank on the side of the body shaped cage. The middle portion of the front of the cage, from knees to neck, very gradually moved inward. Tommy actually screamed as he felt his body being sandwiched between the bars of the device. (In actual fact there were several safety measures built into the thing making sure no real injury could occur). But from his reactions and tone I recognized there was no true distress. I continued to turn the crank.

"Master stop! I'm being crushed!"

"That's the idea boy. Just a couple more turns."

It was more psychological than anything else. There would not really be any pain involved. A few more cranks elicited a few more yells and screams.

"How are you doing boy?"

Tommy looked at me wide eyed and actually smiled. "Amazing. Is there more?"

He could still move his arms and legs a bit. "Absolutely boy. Much more."

First came a smooth hook like bar shaped like the letter 'J'. I showed it to my boy.

"Know where this fits?"

He eyed the thing with some misgiving. "No. master."

I went behind him and fitted the thing into the allotted slot. The curved end was brought right up to the boy's butt hole. It in fact fitted into a hole in the middle of his butt hole. When secured, just by stepping onto a small lever in front of the cage, his butt was forced about a half inch [1.3 cm] upward. He squealed impressively at the invasion.

I then started fitting specially designed metal bars into designated slots and tightened them down . Bit by bit his arms and legs were totally immobilized. He squeals and yelled the entire time.

Now for a couple scary items. At the exact levels of his eyes and mouth were horizontal slots where bars could be put in place. At the level of his mouth I positioned a long bar.

"Open your mouth boy."

With a momentary look of confusion he delayed until I repeated the order. And he became quite excited at the horizontal bar was put in place forcing itself into his mouth and his head against the back of the cage. I tightened it in place just enough to not allow any movement. He then started mouthing something as I positioned a similar bar at the level of his eyes. Again I pressed it against his head but with no real force. He just couldn't move.

My now totally immobilized boy started screaming as I began a methodical barrage of a whip against the metal framework. The boy, was so positioned, however, that only the barest touches here and there reached his body. But I kept this up for about ten minutes as I was getting so aroused myself. Finally I couldn't wait any longer. I removed the bar positioned in my boy's mouth and replaced it with my jutting penis. Tommy instantly started mouthing and sucking. He was well trained and I had to pull out several times to hold off my climax. I refitted his mouth bar but then removed the one obscuring his vision.

I wanted him to be able to watch his master as he enjoyed the spectacle of his imprisoned boy. After toweling off, I sat into a comfortable chair provided and made my way through a small repast provided. My boy looked on and occasionally tried to move some portion of his body – without much success. Several times he emitted a loud noise.

Now here is where I was happy to have such a modern array odds telemetry attached to interior sites in the boy's body. He was wirelessly connected to a monitor in the room that I could see from almost every part of the room. It would indicate if my boy was in actual emotional or mental distress. Right now it was blinking bright blue. He was enjoying this as much as I was. (The scale went through the spectrum to green, yellow, orange, then red. It would start to pulse if the physical pain was starting to become too much for the very inexperienced boy. I would stop what I was doing if this happened, or if the color entered the orange or red).

After a short period of time I eventually went over to my now panting boy and released him from his confinement. He collapsed into my arms saying that it was amazing and other words to that effect.

I gave him some necessary refreshment – he was sweating a lot – and he quickly 'revived'. All the charm and excitement came back into his demeanor and voice.

"Master. There's more, isn't there?"

"Of course boy." I removed his butt plug and actually carried him over to a specially designed table. It was in fact a boy sized rack. I lay him onto the table and he totally offered up his limbs as I fitted the specially designed ankle and wrist cuffs which would even the pressure over his entire fete and hands. I then attached the boy to the four corners of the table. As I turned the old fashioned crank it would pull each limb away from the center of his body in equal measure. Of course there was a safety device which would not permit the tension too far. I only wanted to perhaps give the boy some discomfort, a bit of pain, and finally a whole lot of sexual delight.

My boy moaned after the first two turns, and started moaning after the forth. I stopped and removed his genital guard. I had plans of course.

I then started caressing every square inch of my boy's slightly struggling body. He started moaning sexual arousal and his penis again started a slight dripping. The liquid was in fact a strong aphrodisiac and would help keep myself renewed so to speak. I lapped it up. I again fondled the black body of my slave boy with ever increasing passion. Time and again I inserted a finger or two into his small butt hole and also started masturbating him. Several the moans and reactions indicated he was approaching climax and I purposefully relented.

Eventually my boy broke all slave protocol and pleaded with me to allow him to orgasm.

"Boy, you need to be punished. You understand?"

A seriously aroused boy shakily replied: "Yes master. But…"

I turned the crank on full turn as my boy screamed. I looked at the monitor. No indication of any real trouble. I again attacked his small black body. This time with a very light flogger, being careful not to hit his genitals. (Genital torture was seemingly the in thing in many BDSM fiction but it was a real turn off in reality for all but the totally masochistic of people). Another turn of the crank and again I started mouthing the boys penis and testicles and fingering his butt hole and rectum. There was momentary pulsing but this stopped as I brought my boy to the very brink of orgasm. I finally gave in to my boys nearly unintelligible pleas and brought him to a long drawn out climax. I greedily drank form by boy's penile fountain.

I quickly disengaged the stretching mechanism and allowed my boy to recover. I was feeling quite aroused again and would soon be using my boy's butt hole for its main intended purpose. Eventually my boy picked up his head and turned towards me.

"Master, I am almost sorry for my misbehavior. But only almost. That was the very most fantastic ever!"

I chuckled at my boy's cheek. And I pretended that he was now in for a real punishment. He didn't seem to get frightened until I placed him over a specially designed table where he was placed on his stomach with his arms, and his legs, bent at the knee, were positioned downward and his head was fitted into its own small alcove. Straps were fitted over his head – there was a large opening on the bottom. And his limbs were also immobilized. I then proceeded to cover the back of his body with a reign of swats from a very supple cane. Again nothing severe but just enough to feel real stinging pain. He yelled and screamed at each of the swats and even started crying a bit, but the monitor still showed no significant distress. Finally my own arousal got the best of me and I plowed my own engorged penis into his enticing black butt hole. I tried to hold off but I came with a resounding drawn out climax, one of the best of my life.

I lay down on my boy's body gradually recovering. He was trying to say something but I couldn't make it out. Several minutes later I released him and from the small droplets of liquid I could see that he too had another climax himself. Amazing. A small flash of envy overcame me. Not fair!

But the now trembling boy grabbed onto me with all his strength. Eventually he stood away from me and exclaimed: "Master, that was horrible and amazing at the same time. I am totally confused."

I gave us both a period of rest. And we both refreshed ourselves with a variety of liquids available from a concealed bar and refrigerator. I allowed the boy to sit for awhile and recover. He started to talk about all the things we did that day. His excitement and pleasure was quite evident in his words and voluble exclamations.

Finally he asked me how long we'd been there.

"Why do you want to know boy? We have about two hours left."

He looked around the room. "Well master, there are some really scary things we haven used yet."

I laughed. "So right boy. Have you ever been in a tight body bag and suspended?"

Of course I knew he had not. Yet. Of course there was also one perfectly his size awaiting. He gasped with pleasure when I drew it out of a drawer. O opened the bag on top of a long table but low enough so that the boy could see all the straps and buckles. And the internal butt plug. He eyed me expectantly, again in enough command of his training so that he held to his slave protocols. But his eyes said it all. He squealed with delight as I lifted his body of the floor and carefully lowered his butt onto the upright plug. It was actually quite slim and easily pushed into his rear opening as he came to a sitting position. Of course I then touched a control and the plug greatly expanded securing the boy until another touch would release him. I delighted in the surprise he felt, and the yell he emitted, as the thing expanded and filled him to a considerable amount.

"Quiet boy."

He wiggled his butt trying to accommodate the now sizable plug. His penis was again at full extension. I quickly placed his legs into their respective sleeves and made him lay down. His hands and arms were then fitted into their compartments. All was ready. I quickly fastened his legs and body into the very tightly fitting bag. His genitals were positioned so that they alone escaped the bag. Now for the mouth gag and hood. I quickly fitted it over the boy head making sure the gag and holes for breathing were properly positioned. The boy was by this time quite agitated and aroused. I fastened up the hood and neck area and then started gradually tightening the myriad of straps. One by one I pulled each strap notch by notch. My boy started moaning. But the two important straps were yet to go. These were the ones which encircled his body vertically from his groin to his shoulders. I gave each of the a long pull. My boy gave out a very muffled high pitched noise. I then attached cables to the rings at the top of the bag and touched a control. The boy was lifted into the air. The monitor wavered between blue and green.

I was delighted at my boy's reaction. Some people think that this severe bondage is sexually arousing, but then soon ends when they actually experience it. I again started in on my boys genitals. Muffled noises came with every attack of my hands and then my mouth. Eventually I stopped and turned in the operational portion of the boy's butt plug. That would keep him stimulated for a good while. I cranked it up to maximum and my boy started gyrating all over the place with emitted muffled squeals. I smiled as I again rested in a comfortable chair watching the boy 'dance'.

After another refreshment I again attacked his jutting black penis. He came almost instantly and again I drank from the fountain. But by now my own needs had the boy quickly let down and released from his bag. I forced my straining member into his willing mouth and in spite of wanting to pull out and use his rear entrance I could not contain my own arousal. I came copiously with a long drawn out orgasm. Not quote as intense at the last but possible more drawn out. I was later amazed to discover that my boy drank up my entire offering. Good training indeed. We were both gasping for breath when I pulled out. I looked up and saw that the time was about up. But I was quite satiated and happy. What a amazing day. And more importantly, what an amazing boy!

That evening in bed, after a very leisurely and drawn out period of love making with my special boy. I pulled my boy tightly into my body. I never wanted to release him, but my mind whirled with some dismay. Tomorrow was the last day. I tried again and again to figure out how I could afford to buy this special boy. But nothing I could think of would be enough. He was simply too valuable to his owners. Perhaps my own mood started effecting my boy as he started crying.

I was appalled. "Boy what's the matter?"

"Sorry master, but I so want to remember you!"

I asked: "What do you mean boy?" Even though I knew the answer.

"Xin. He told me. He knew I was a rental and knew the significance of the thing on my butt. The brand of Rent-a-Boys. He said that I would be made to forget everything. That every time I was rented out I would think it was the very first time. But please master, can I at least be allowed to remember you?"

The boy's brain modifications and training seemed not able to handle the real intense feelings he had developed for his master. A man he also thought of as his savior from his past life.

"I don't know boy. I will certainly try. But I do promise one thing. I will certainly be renting you again and we can do this all over again."

And that next time I will try to make sure he never learns that his memories will be erased. Too bad mine can't also be somehow diminished. My feelings for this boy were all encompassing. I SO wanted this boy. I was determined to see if I could somehow borrow whatever money needed first thing tomorrow. The boy had to be returned by afternoon.

We held onto each other quite possessively and eventually fell into a not quite restful sleep.

I was suddenly awakened early the next morning buy a message chime. Only something quite important was allowed to disturb our sleep period. I groggily sat up and looked down at the still sleeping boy. So innocent and so enticing. And so much my dream companion. I so wanted that slaveboy for my very own. No one should ever be allowed to use this boy except me. Even if I'd be required to move my entire life to this planet.

The chime again announced an important message.

"Who is calling?"

A mechanical voice responded: "A Mr. Tensure Algorin."

I was instantly awake. And interested.

"Permit call."

"This is Tensure Algorin. Sorry to awake you so early, but I was making sure I caught you and your slave boy before you left. I would ask you to meet me and Xin at the Cliffside restaurant as soon as you find convenient. I will be awaiting. Xin and I still want to tanks you properly."

"I would be delighted see both of you again. And so would my slave boy who has also just awakened. Be there in twenty minutes."

I looked at the chronometer. Twenty past eight. I pushed a still sleep filled slave boy out of his resting place. "Remember boy just who is the slave. Get the bath ready for both if us."

I lazed back in bed for several minutes. So nice to have a slaveboy.

I must have fallen back to sleep as my slave was pulling on my arm.

"Master, the bath is ready."

I groggily pulled myself up and followed a now wide awake and smiling slaveboy into the bath. Too bad we had not enough time for even a quickie.

We almost made it on time. Only two minutes late. My boy, this time, was merely clothed in collar and bare skin. (And his two plugs). He ran over to Xin when he saw him. They spoke to each other a mile a minute as I greeted Mr. Algorin.

"Please call me Tense. I have ordered us breakfast. Is your slave permitted to sit?"

"Of course."

"Soon after he meal was served and the boys again began communicating with each other at light speed, Mr. Algorin became quite serious.

"Mr. Matthews, I was determined to properly thank you for saving my boy. I was trying to figure out what would be an appropriate reward when my own slave, Xin, gave me the perfect solution."

At mention of his name Xin, looked over at fitting and his master and explained. "It was simple. I told my master to buy Tommy for you."

My heart started racing and Tommy looked at Xin in rapt surprise.

"Simple?" I thought. At least a million BHU I would have estimated.

I started to reply: "Mr. Algorin. Tense…"

My slave was looking on as if his life depended on what was happening. Maybe it did on a way.

Mr. Algorin spoke up: "Look. My boy was so right. You saved my boy, I will in a way save you yours."

"But, Tommy is modified. So expensive. I can't…"

"Look. Money is of little consequence when you are as wealthy as I am. You begin to realize that those few times money CAN buy happiness it should be used for this purpose. I contacted the legal representatives of Rent-a-Boy, yesterday. I was informed that during his lifetime, Tommy was expected to bring in at least 2.1 to 2.4 million BHU in profit over his lifetime, adjusted for inflation. I argued that if I paid them about half of that, they could still have another boy eventually found to their specifications and who could take Tommy's place. And they would definitely come out ahead. I got them down to 1 million BHU. They received my bank voucher this morning. As soon at the legalities can be performed, and title of ownership is transferred, and necessary things are recorded with the Slave Authority, you should be the proud owner of your own boy by this time tomorrow. And the Slave Authority has also received their own 75 thousand in slave transfer tax."

I was literally speechless. It was my slaveboy – MY SLAVEBOY – who literally jumped into Mr. Algorin's lap and hugged him crying.

"Thank you sir. Thank you so much."

Eventually things calmed down and I tried to now think about all the necessary changes I would have to undertake. I was definitely moving somewhere on Bundus III. I was wealthy enough that this would post no monetary problem. And there was only one friend and business acquaintance I would really miss.

I did not realize that I was crying until Tommy was wiping the tears from my face. I suddenly squeezed the naked boy into my body.

"You will obey your new master. Right boy?"

"YES MASTER!" For ever!

The End