Dirt

The Boy's Story

"No, abso-fucking-utely not!" Forceful, but the words were voiced in a high-pitched boy's voice. And it didn't accrue to the boy's advantage that they were spoken while he was starkers-naked in all his 4-foot 8-inch [1.42 m] glory.

I wasn't really sure I'd get the boy to willingly do this but for his last hurrah I thought I'd try.

"Look Damian (that was Travis' film-name), you know this will be your very last film. We need to clean up. Remember, it's your college fund we're talking about." (And my own bulging investment portfolio).

This kid was an absolute wonder. A stunning Hollywood-quality blond with the most 'innocent' kid-looks you could ask for. If he'd been around at the time to audition for Home Alone, Macauley Culkin would have not stood a chance. And in spite of these films, and what we eventually talked him into doing, he remained relatively innocent. (Except where man-boy sex was concerned; about that he was quite enthusiastic so long as it involved close to no pain). In spite of all the fake stories out there, I never did meet a prepubescent boy who was in the slightest masochistic. I actually admired that about the kid; his innocence I mean. He was actually a very thoughtful, caring kid. Just needed the money. It started out helping his single-parent Mom and then, as the money got so much bigger, his college fund. And I knew his mother – what a piece of work she was! I had difficulty understanding how the kid kept making excuses for her. The boy though, had been currently living with me mostly for the past year; and was a 'frequent flyer' in my bed. His mother thought he had been enrolled in some kind of private boarding school. (We even had photos to 'prove' it). Quite amazingly, at (barely – pun intended) 13 years of age, the boy had remined so guileless. And was still stunning, But I didn't do teen films. Strictly prepubescent; that's what I had the marketing and distribution contacts for. And after just ten Damian films (among others), I had amassed almost two hundred thousand on the films, rights, and residuals.

Unfortunately, we already were plucking out a few pubes from Damian's groin, and he'd just started a small growth spurt. And most of our sales were to pedos who were more into 'little' kids. At 71 pounds [32 kg], the boy was starting to look too 'mature.' The true aficionado could tell the ages of boys in spite of their smooth-skinned looks. Even if Damian was still at the bottom end of the developmental chart for his age. But he would still be 'gorgeous' to any ephebophile.

"Look kid, we had you do a couple of dogs, in Damian Does the Kennel. "

He also did the black pet trainer and the Asian teen owner of one of the dogs. (So the story line went). I was not much into the animal bit, but it sold. It sold big! And the black guy actually did the film for almost nothing, just to have a chance to ram his (fortunately for the boy) modest sized 6½ inch [16½ cm] cock into the boy's both sex holes. And he came both times. (Both the man and the boy). I remember how the boy pretended to choke on the black rod as the man's kinky hair seemed to put a mustache onto his upper lip. (Damian was by then, well capable of deep-throating).

One thing I did as 'production manager' (etc., etc.) was to make sure the boy never did get really hurt. I, myself, wasn't into that kind of thing, and besides. Why not? (Not to mention I needed to protect my inventory). There were any number of 'actors' available out there who were only 'reasonably' endowed, and capable of NOT really hurting the kid. And what I liked about that particular guy, his skin was so ebony black, it so contrasted with the barely tanned skin of Damian. In fact, he was back again for today's filming, and would again be a part of a rape scene involving the Arab guy and the other kidnapper. He was also promised a chance at our next boy whom I had already lined up. A super cute 10-year-old Latino. His mother, in Jock's stable, sort of semi-permanently loaned him to us. She was a good-looking Latino herself, and looking at her kid, I would assume the boy's (unknown) father was an Oriental of some sort. The kid was an amazing amalgam. Quite a contrast to the blue-eyed, blond-haired Damian.

The other thing about Damian was that he could actually act. He made that 'rape' scene look totally brutal. Though he couldn't quite stop showing how very much into the thrall of the sex he was at the very end, when he himself had an actual wet orgasm. (I suspect it was his very first one). We had to splice a bit showing his 'terror-filled anguish' from a previous take on another film which didn't make it past the cutting-room floor.

Damian took on a more earnest look. Difficult to do in his birthday suit. With his erect 4 inch [10 cm] penis pointing to where he aimed his body.

"They didn't really fuck me with their knots. Remember? We had the sofa situated that they couldn't totally grab onto me. Here, you're supposed to have me in that cage thing, and totally vulnerable. I will not do that! Fucking no way. That Tonto guy was bad enough. I hurt for a week after him. (Exaggeration; it was probably 2 or 3 days). And dogs have knots! No! My final answer!"

He'd been watching reruns of that game show again. And that Tonto guy (a name from another rerun) as Damian was want to call him, was actually named Pete, and was part Mexican, part Indian (OK, Native American), from out west somewhere. Gorgeous. And with a beautiful dark-skinned circumcised penis. I spoiled some close-up film while getting so engrossed as he so slowly pushed all eight inches [20 cm] of it beyond the boy's puckered rosebud. And later, as he licked the boy clean afterwards. It had been the largest cock Damian had had inside him, and even with the prep and the fact that it was relatively slim for its size, I could see Damian cringing for the first several minutes. (Damn, I'd have had trouble with the thing).

And another damn, this time, though the boy didn't know it yet, he'd be forced to perform analingus on one of the man who had just 'raped' him. Up to now he'd always refused. In fact, it would be that same black guy. (That part of the script I'd kept from the boy. Along with a few other fun things). Definitely this final film would have everything in it. OK, not everything, but a whole hell-of-a-lot.

Getting back to the dog.

"Look Damian, this particular dog has been specially bred to have a very small knot. You've had butt-plugs as big forced into you."

He didn't believe me but it was actually true. It was a beautiful brindle Great Dane who, although one of the smaller varieties, definitely weighed at least as much as the boy, and probably more. And it had been the most expensive of all the 'actors' hired for the film, belonging to one of the kidnappers in the film. (Part of the man's payment for use of his dog). Fortunately, he was reasonable looking if not a stud like the black guy. A swarthy Mexican-American type, so again I liked the contrast. The dog, (not Mexican-American) in fact, was specially trained for its 'occupation.' (We had a bit of a spray we could also use on the boy's butt hole if the dog needed any additional encouragement).

I decided to prevaricate. (Or is it equivocate? Who cares). I made the boy assume he'd won this round.

"OK, but we still need to keep the dog in the first scene. It sets up your meeting with the Arab guy."

The Arab guy was the one who was going to arrange the kidnapping of the boy and be involved in the bondage and rape in the next two scenes. My own penis was straining at the anticipation of the bondage stuff. A real turn-on for me. And surprisingly, the boy never needed coaxing to be a part of them, even the extreme ones like in Damian Does the Dungeon.

In that film, Damian was (supposedly) visiting a mediaeval castle. The props and background were only second-rate but those buying the films only cared about the action and the screaming. Again, our Damian showed the caliber of his acting ability. The rack and the chair were probably the most detailed reproductions, but the actual whip and flogger we used barely left more than a red mark. Everything was mostly faked especially when we put the electrodes into the boy's urethra and rectum and 'turned on the current.' The kid had actually watched a couple real life electro-torture films so he knew how to act the scene.

Damian was soon mollified even if he were a bit leery of the dog itself. (Actually, he liked dogs, especially friendly ones like this one. It was the dog's penis he was leery of). Of course, the dog was also our kind of friendly trying its best to push its nose into the boy's groin. The film started out with the dog running into the boy's bedroom as he was starting to get dressed. (The boy was getting dressed, not the dog). We did get the boy to allow the dog to lick his private parts (he giggled quite realistically without needing to act). (And why did he still call them 'private parts' after 10 sex films?) And the boy was (apparently) so startled when he bent over to put on his tighty-whities when the dog licked his cute butt hole. The next scene had the boy meet another dog fancier, the Arab, at the park. (OK, this wasn't Fellini; not even Woody Allen. The script doesn't pretend to be creative literature).

And the guy was actually from Yemen. Who, in a throw-away scene just to get the story told, was arranging the boy's kidnapping (of course) as he was himself plowing the butt of a lithe teenager. A boy quite amendable for a meager consideration. The boy was a good looking 16-year-old black boy. We liked to use contrasting skin shades in our filming. Though the Arab was dark, he was still about five shades lighter than the boy's very dark mocha color. (I thought of that word because the Arab guy was from Mocha). The teen was a member of Jock's stable of boys. Jock was an equal opportunity employer. The boy couldn't act worth a lick but no one would notice. Or care if they did.

But Damian could act. He made the kidnapping scene look real. In fact, the two guys grabbing him, and stuffing him into that commercial laundry bag in the van, got a few bruises they hadn't been counting on. But I wanted a lot more than acting for the reminder of the film. I wonder if the boy realized that the dog had also been dognapped along with him. A necessary part of the 'revised' plot.

The next scene showed a boy-sized bundle – the boy still struggling in that laundry bag – with the ubiquitous duct-tape wrapped around at strategic spots so to keep the boy manageable. He lay on a bare wood floor with several props nearby including a very large (boy-sized) crate. We actually did film in an old warehouse so we didn't need anything special. Though we did rent a fork lift for later in the film, and there was a large truck near the large roll-up door. Of course, the big lights and camera would be out of the filmed scene. And here's where we deliberately went off-script. At least the one shown to Damian.

The two kidnappers entered into camera range and dropped (with care) the still struggling boy onto the floor. Then proceeded to undo the very top of the cloth bag. The boy was energetically fighting his bonds but the two guys finally freed the boy's head and took out the quite cruel-looking mouth gag.

Damian was able to sit up and look about. And exclaimed: "What the fuck!"

I then entered the area with my hand-held camera and filmed the look on the boy's face in a close-up. Totally 'off script.' Damian was rightly confused. Some of this we would have to later edit, but it was good stuff.

"What's happening, Mark," Damian said with just a hint of anxiety. He looked round again as much as his tightly held body allowed. "This isn't the set we had arranged. This is just our warehouse."

"OK, Travis, here's the deal." He knew something was up since I never used his real name on set. He now looked just a bit annoyed, and really surprised. He still didn't understand what was really happening.

He looked around again and noted the Arab guy coming into the heavily lighted area, who spoke: "Boy, I just purchased you. You are now my employer's slave."

"Mark, what … OK, this some kind of joke or something?"

"Travis listen quite carefully." I grabbed ahold of the boy's face to make sure he realized this was serious. He finally looked shocked. He was not about to timidly accept what was happening. He started cursing as he struggled to free himself. That was when the Arab guy took a hold of a heavy strap we thought we might need to help convince Damian to cooperate in further scenes, and gave the boy a terrific swipe at floor level across his butt. Even in the bag and with his layer of clothing it had to really hurt. Damian screamed even louder.

The Arab guy then addressed his new purchase: "Boy, you will do exactly and everything I order. I demand absolute obedience. And you will now be perfectly quiet."

Damian looked quite frightened for the first time. "Mark, please. What's happening?" He said through a tear or two.

The boy had managed to stand. Another big swing with that belt, this time a little lower on the boy's legs. And another loud scream and some additional tears.

The Arab guy was relentless. "Boy, you will also do absolutely nothing I do not explicitly command. Nor will you speak."

Of course, the boy struggled anew and started yelling for me to stop that guy from hurting him. It took a few more swings with that belt to convince the boy to remain still and quiet. Damian, (or Travis) finally stood quietly crying. I still hadn't explained what was in fact really going on. I let the Arab guy speak.

"Boy, my name is Yesser Abdullah Awadh Saeed, and I have recently acquired you from Mr. Mark Renolds here. You will make sure that my employer's investment in you was not ill-placed."

Another swipe of that belt was needed, though only enough to continue to convince that the boy that he was absolutely not allowed to interrupt.

"I will not be interrupted boy. You are now a slave. I am the factotum of your new owner. When allowed, you will address me as sir. When you eventually meet your new owner, you will humbly address him as master."

The boy, now no longer crying but I could see in a bit of shock, made one last appeal. "Mark, why? Tell me this isn't true."

I held my arm to interrupt another swing of that belt. "Yesser, my boy needs to hear this from me." I held the boy's face almost tenderly. After all I did have some affection for him. But the offer was too much to turn down. Plus, I would have access to the boy's no-longer-necessary college fund.

"Travis, this is indeed our last film. Yesser paid me quite a lot of money for you. He works for a quite wealthy man in Yemen, and you will be one of his new slaveboys. He, I am told, has a small harem of boys he uses for his pleasure. And for a few select friends to whom he sometimes loans out a boy now and then."

Travis tried to move his face from my hold. I grabbed it more forcefully and he cringed and I had to warn him not to speak.

I continued: "Travis, I already have another boy ready to replace you." I continue using his actual name to make sure the boy knew that this was serious. "But Yesser has agreed to let me proceed with this one last film. I know you respond well to bondage and forced sex. And Yesser has brought with him a few of the accoutrements you will no doubt have to accustom yourself to in your new life. Of course, I suspect you will not like some of what will happen. But be reassured. You will not be harmed. So long as you do absolutely as you are told."

I deliberately left the area away from the lights. Travis could no longer see me. But he could see all three men who began to ready the boy for the upcoming scene. The look on the men's faces needed no acting ability. They were eagerly anticipating full use of the boy's sexual charms.

The boy was told to cooperate and answer to the name Damian as needed for the cameras. Parts would have to be edited but the reactions of the boy were literally priceless. This film would sell quite well. Damian gave the right combination of fear and sexual response. Of course, knowing that his life as he expected it to unfold being over had a very real effect on his 'acting ability.' And the few times he demurred or outright refused to cooperate brought a necessary discipline. Fortunately, Yesser needed only a modicum of force to compel compliance, and in fact seemed almost apologetic as he seemed to not want to cause more pain than was absolutely necessary.

Yesser also alluded to this once when he addressed the boy concerning his future master. He addressed the recumbent boy. "Boy, your master's aim is to maintain absolute control of his slaves. Especially those in his boy harem. And will only use pain as a necessary means of maintaining absolute obedience. That is one of the reasons you have been chosen. He already knows that much of what he will demand, you already respond to with a large degree of sexual arousal. That will be quite helpful."

Especially in just the past year, this was so very true. The boy seemed to respond quite positively, and even sometimes pleadingly, when he was man-handled and 'forced' to comply with anyone using him for sex.

The next thing the men did was to lay the boy down and cut open the bottom of the bag. All this while Travis was moaning but contrarily, also seemed to be in the grip of a serious sexual arousal. It was precisely this type of response which had attracted the attention of the current owner of the boy. He wanted a boy who would respond well to both man-boy sex and the frequent bondage of some manner or another to which he would be subjected. The reason for the removal of the bottom of the bag, along with the boy's shoes and sox, soon became apparent. The black guy went over to a box and brought from it a very heavy looking bar connected on either end to wide, and well-padded locking cuff. A pair of good shears made short work of the lower part of the bag and the boy's pants. And without a struggle, the cuffs were locked about the boy's ankles. His only response was a sort of yell as his legs were stretched quite widely apart. The bar becoming a sort of spreader-bar. Damian was quite used to this kind of treatment in some of his previous films. (And sometimes in our own sex play). The hobbled boy was now going nowhere.

The boy's feet were then fitted with something I'd never seen before. Each set of toes were fitted with a child-sized set of interconnecting rings formed by two halves of a heavy looking bar with the necessary cut-outs. When locked onto the first foot, the boy started shouting, but a light swipe of that strap stopped any further outburst. The second foot was likewise fitted.

Damian was then propped onto his knees with his legs spread wide. With those things on his feet he would be doing no walking. He needed help to keep his balance since the cloth bag was still taped about his upper body, limiting the use of his arms. He looked around wondering what else was about to happen. The only thing that was not your typical piece of warehouse furniture was a sort of half bench-half cage affair. I could see his body shake as his eyes glommed onto the thing. He started to say something but stopped with barely a sound emanating from his mouth. He remembered that strap just in time.

The two men (with Yesser watching and kibitzing), eventually divested the boy of tape, bag, and finally all his clothes. He was now entirely naked in all his little boy body appeal. I could see the expanding sexual packages of all the men. Yesser seemed to be the largest of all three of the men. I had an errant thought about the boy's ability to handle what seemed to be between that man's legs.

The last thing to be cut off, for the sake of the film, was his tighty-whities. This kind of thing he was quite familiar with. It was de rigor for this kind of film. When finally revealed, his spike of a boner sprung out and was caught on close-up, high-definition for all to drool over. And of course, he was bent over several times as his clothing was removed so that the close-up camera (now in the hands of another technician) could focus in on his dimpled butt, and crinkled rear sex-hole. He was now moaning as was his usual response to this kind of treatment.

I found that I had to interrupt. After all, I was making a film. And that needed a frightened, and especially, an unwilling boy.

I addressed Damian: "Look boy, you are an actor. I expect your struggles to indicate that you are an innocent victim. Not a willing participant. The turn of events seems to have stifled your concentration on making a good production."

I needed the boy to resist and struggle. I spoke to Yesser. "Tell you what. Every time the boy stops struggling, hit him with that strap. That should motivate him."

The boy looked at me with horror. And again pleaded with me to take him home with me. The addition to my bank account salved my conscience.

"Boy. It's a done deal. You will be leaving here with Yesser. That cannot possibly be undone. What shape you're in will be determined with the care you take to make this a thoroughly memorable film."

I was quite happy to see that the boy was back (well, almost back) to the actor I'd seen in all his previous films. He managed to only earn three more red swipes on his cute body over the course of the next two hours. Editing would reduce the film to a merchandisable length. Of course, there were a few times when his struggles were quite genuine.

After a few moments of the usual rhetoric for this kind of scene, Yesser approached the boy with something the boy had of course seen but never been forced to wear. It was a boy-sized chastity-cage. With incorporated urethral sound. Quite a cruel device (I would imagine). I suspected that the boy's shouts and struggles were for the moment genuine as the device was attached to his genitals. A sort of hinged rod was forced into his piss hole. It was fortunately quite polished and lubed. Then the other two halves of the device were forced over the boy's turgid penis and locked into place. I did notice that this particular style did not require his penis to be 'deflated.' It merely tightened around it a bit, each half with its several offset half-rings. A final ring fitted behind his scrotal sac made the device impossible to remove without some sort of key. It was the first time I'd seen such a device actually fitted onto a small boy. His penis was now forced straight outward from his groin. Not sort of curled under as I'd seen with many such devices. Of course, with that long rod forced into his piss hole, any bending of his penis was impossible. And the weight of the thing caused his penis to swing a bit eliciting a few moans now and then. After a while I realized that they were not moans of pain but of substantial arousal.

Soon, Yesser brought from that box from which was brought the spreader bar and the chastity cage, a not so typical head cage. It was a metal and mostly leather affair hinged at the top, and included quite a wide collar. A separate item was for the moment put aside. It looked like a sort of mouth gag. The boy started yelling as the cage was fitted over his head, the front and back halves quickly being brought together and a strap going around the back, forcing them to stay that way. I was surprised to note that it was quite form-fitting, including the attached collar which was quickly bucked around the boy's neck, forcing his head to stay more or less upright. I could see that portions of the affair were only leather and able to make the thing conform to the boy's head and face as it was tightened into place. It was the remaining piece which made the head cage necessary. The boy now really struggled anew as the wide tube-like piece was brought towards his mouth. The boy's mouth was forced open by the expedient of grabbing his chastity cage and slightly twisting. He got the message.

The metal and leather padded side pieces, pulling not too severely into the sides of his open mouth, held the wide tube in such a way that when attached, the squat tube was forced into the boy's mouth. It was deeply anchored there when the curving side pieces were attached to the sides of the head cage. And then a sort of hex key was inserted into the side of the tube and the boy screamed as it forced his mouth open even further. The boy was breathing hard and crying as the key was finally removed. I understood what was likely to happen. The boy would be forced to accept anything put into his widely held-open mouth. But fortunately, I suspected, it was a bit more comfortable than the typical ring-gag.

The boy was apparently ready for the for his part in the show. Of course, as in all films of this nature, the boy, struggling with his hobbled legs and unable to stand, was almost comical as he was forced to help divest the other participants of their clothing.

After cute boy-sized, and rather stiff, bondage mittens were forced onto the boy's hands and wrists, he was actually carried over to the bench-cage affair. Of course, he knew what was to happen if not exactly how. His two sex holes would be getting quite a work out. I could see him struggling to swallow as liquid was dribbling out of his forced open mouth.

The dialogue during this time need not be expounded upon. It was the action which garnered all the attention, and the rising libidos of the participants and watchers. I was not too surprised to see the straining cocks of the three naked men. And indeed, Yesser's penis was the largest but not excessively so, although it was still probably the largest the boy was ever forced to accommodate. Though I was relieved for the boy's sake that it was not severely overlarge. I was certain that the boy would not be damaged so long as the guy used lube and proper care. I was sure that his new owner certainly did not want damaged goods.

The boy was placed into the typical bench position on his stomach. With his arms pulled downward with rings at the end of his mittens anchoring them in place. There was just enough slack to provide witness to the boy's consequent struggles as his sex holes were eventually utilized. Likewise, his legs were now released from the spreader bar and they too anchored in the usual manner, bent at the knees. Then a series of leather belts and its metal framework was lowered over the boy's body. I was not sure if the struggle of the boy and his muffled yelling was actually acting, or a spate of fear. And I was soon to learn the why of that strange cage-like series of belts. The entire affair was on a horizontal swivel. Two pegs were released and the boy was swung around. This forced his arms and legs upward, but more importantly, so also was his caged face. And now I knew another reason for the head cage as it too was attached rigidly to the entire frame which held captive his body.

The boy's position was again reversed and over the next hour all three men made good use of the boy's sex holes. There was nothing subtle about the boy's rape. The boy's small body from time to time shook within his forced bondage. And the boy's shouts occasionally emanated through the entire warehouse, when not invaded by someone's pumping penis. Fortunately, all three men were not savage. The two hired for the film knew not to really harm the boy, and Yesser, I noted also took care when he gradually pushed his rather large appendage into the boy's rear hole. (He never did try to force the thing into the boy's mouth. I suppose he recognized the danger of this with his size).

Of course, the close-up cameras intermittently filmed between the longer-range filming. I just hoped the sound mixer was up to the challenge of the open warehouse. Of course, digital was so much easier to edit.

Eventually, the man-boy sex scenes came to a close. The boy was by this time emitting a keening kind of moan, which I recognized as a symptom of his long-held arousal. I suspected that he was not able to orgasm with that device on his genitals. Then the pegs were again released and the boy swung about with his head, having been put more in line with his body, now faced upward. In addition, his legs were pulled outward forcing his butt to be aimed at a slightly downward angle. I knew what was coming. The boy was in for quite a shock. A sort of seat was affixed over the boy's face and the black guy sat directly over the boy's face with his naked asshole pressed onto the boy's upturned mouth.

The command to lick the man's butt hole was anticlimactic. "Boy, if I do not feel that tongue inside my rectum your own butt may not survive."

In fact, it took more than just a threat. A couple (moderate) swats with that belt were necessary to persuade the boy to eagerly comply. The dialogue continued. The boy evidently gave a good performance even if the camera was not able to get a really good shot. But the boy's squirming and screeching was ample evidence that the rimming was at least sufficient if not masterly executed. Finally the man stood and whispered into the boy's ear. I knew the close-up camera would capture the spoken words. The boy then really started yelling. I realized why.

From out of the lighted area I saw Yesser bringing in the brindle Great Dane. The boy knew what was next and he started really shaking in the framework. His shouts became high pitched as the dog was made to lick the boy's butt hole and the dribble still leaking from the men's deposits. Though good sex films had to show the actual orgasm with the pulsing shooting of sperm, I knew that at least two of the men also came once inside the boy. Editing would show a combination of both happenings. But now an excited dog started showing his own lengthening dog penis. There was no stopping the excited dog as the handler made sure that the dog's penis found its mark. The boy screamed at the dog so forcibly entered him. Nothing slow and easy about this rape. Fortunately, the dog's forelegs were mittened to avoid clawing up the boy's body as he suddenly jumped atop the boy and grabbed the trunk of his small body with strong forelegs. With this arrangement, the dog's mouth was almost atop that of the boy who was so rigidly affixed to the frame that any struggle was totally fruitless.

There was no stopping the full energy and action of the rapidly humping dog. This was no man on boy sex. The speed and forcefulness of the dog's movements were a thing to behold. The dog was humping away for a good while when there was a sudden scream even louder than those before. The dog knotted his mate. The boy new that this was still the beginning. The dog continued pumping into the boy's rectum quantities of dog sperm. The knot assuring that a copious supply would deeply infuse the chamber. The boy stopped shouting. And I was astonished to see something seeping between the dog on top, and the boy's stomach below. The boy had his own orgasm. The boy's panting seemed now to come in tempo with that of the dog. Soon, even the dog's actions stopped. He tried to pull away but the knot stopped his first effort. But because of the smaller than average knot, the dog was able to pull away on his second try. Masses of doggy sperm cascaded out of the boy's rear hole.

The usual dialogue and posturing ended the acting and the boy was freed from both the frame and the invading mouth gag. He stretched his mouth several times and started swallowing amid huffing groans. But I was glad to see no tears. The boy knelt on shaking legs and I could see he was in a sort of shock. A dazed expression could be seen even with the head and face cage, but soon his breathing returned to normal and he even started looking around. He eventually looked toward Yesser and spoke.

"Please, can I get those things off my toes? They're really starting to get sore."

Yesser seemed pleased for some reason. He had remained on set while the other two men removed themselves and their scattered clothing. The man seemed to get dressed while looking at the boy. There would be quite a lot of editing for this part which seemed to drag a bit. We got back on script. Yesser eventually knelt, holding onto the boy who, by this time, had stopped shaking.

Yesser turned something on first one and then the other bar-like contrptions attached to the boy's feet and removed them. He then helped the boy to his feet with remarkable care.

"Boy, I am quite pleased. You're one in a thousand. One in ten thousand. I believe you even enjoyed most of that."

The boy tried to shake his head, but was limited by the cage, and neck collar.

"The absolute truth now boy. You enjoyed that didn't you?"

The boy looked confused. But not totally angry. He finally stated: "I can't believe the dog made me come. Especially with that thing on my penis."

"In truth boy, it is not precisely a chastity device. It's more designed to force you to go quite some time before you finally must orgasm. It did just what it was supposed to do. Your master will expect total obedience and submission. But he also wants his boys to be enthusiastic in their respective duties. Part of that will involve allowing his boys their own pleasure, though only at his express sanction."

I was not sure yet how much of this would be left in the final film. I would decide later.

I made sure the boy was brought back to the present and spoke to him: "Remember boy, we are still involved in finishing up your last film. So cooperate now with your usual ability."

The boy seemed as if he had totally forgotten the entire reason for the what was happening to him, but he soon got back into his role when he saw the two men, now clothed, return to the set.

Yesser explained: "We must now prepare you for shipment boy."

The head cage was removed but was replaced with a mostly typical mouth gag and muzzle. It was forced into his mouth (while he severely struggled), and then a tube was fitted into a hole in the mouth piece. The boy genuinely looked puzzled until one of the men explained: "You will need some fluids during your journey. You will be forced to drink whatever we deem necessary."

Then he put the end of a long tube into what was discovered to be a hole going the full length of the urethra tube. It was eventually forced all the way into his bladder. I wondered if the boy had ever before experienced a catheter. The boy seemed amazed at the length of what was pushed into his body and was suddenly distraught when pee suddenly started coming out the other end of the long tube. It has hastily clamed shut. Then a (relatively) harmless butt plug was forced into the boy's rectum as he was bent almost in half to allow the cameras full closeup of the procedure. The usual cushioning air bladder arrangement, almost like being encircled by an air mattress, was fitted around his body, along with the usual air supply fitted to a sort of canula secured around his head.

I was sure that the arrangement would never really be sufficient for keeping the boy safe and unharmed, but it was for the cameras. Finally, the boy was placed into the casket-like crate, everything connected to the appropriate containers and air supply, and the crate sealed up with the requisite mechanical tools. The forklift made a big production of lifting the crate and driving toward the parked truck just in camera range in the distance.

The end.

Well the end of the film, but not the narrative.

The boy was quickly removed from the box, the confining air bladders, and even the mitts and ankle cuffs. The boy was stood and addressed by Yesser.

"Boy, remember you are now my master's slave. And I am his agent. Understand?"

The boy eventually nodded. (He still sported the muzzle along with the penis cage, and catheter). He understood even if he did not like the fact.

"And absolute obedience is not just demanded, but expected. Again, do you understand?"

This time the boy immediately nodded.

"My master punishes disobedience, but generously rewards obedience. Again, nod if you understand my words."

The boy nodded.

"Good. I want you to take ahold of the end of that long tube coming out of your penis and push the end into that hole in your muzzle."

The boy's eyes widened. And he looked around as if to escape. The man stared him down. The boy visibly shook as he did as directed. With a little fumbling he fitted the end of the catheter tube into his mouth piece. A tear dripped down his face.

"Now undo the clamp."

The boy shook. But he strangely stood quietly without any try to move away. His hand shook as he gradually took hold of the clamp, and in the same motion, almost as a token of defiance, he took off the clamp and threw it well to the side, and started swallowing. He did not stop until the flow stopped.

Yesser smiled. "Boy, one in a hundred thousand. Your master will be well pleased."

The boy's catheter and penis cage were fully removed and then the boy's muzzle and mouth gag. The boy allowed it all without complaint, and then gave a half-smile when Yesser further praised the new slaveboy.

"Now a reward. Bring that small case over here."

The boy looked where the man pointed and brought the intricately tooled wooden case over to him. The man opened it and took out a what appeared to be a heavy chain gold neckless. The way its links were constructed, it strangely kept most of its shape as the man picked it up and secured it round the boy's neck.

"A slave must wear his slave collar."

The boy immediately felt with his hand the heavy collar-like chain that now adorned his neck.

"It's a slave collar?"

"Boy, remember your instructions? Call your owner, master, and me, sir."

"Yes sir."

Yesser now opened the high collar of his own strange looking jacket and showed a chain quite similar to the one he'd just placed around the boy's neck.

"Boy, now we both wear our master's collar signifying his ownership. Wear it as proudly as I do."

"I… Sir, I don't understand."

"You don't boy?"

"You… Sir, I mean. You're a slave too?"

Yesser smiled again. "Yes boy. I was younger then you when your master's father first made me his slave. Now I belong to his son as do you."

"But sir. Why can't you just escape. Like just not go back?"

"Because boy, I am my master's slave. I belong to him."

"But… I don't understand. Sir."

"You eventually will boy. You eventually will."

The end of the narrative.

But not the boy's story.

A good shower, a good sleep, and the donning of clothes finer than the boy had ever worn, a long plane ride, and a short journey to his master's demesne, and the boy finally knelt (in his special boy-harness) in front of his master. The master was well pleased with his newest purchase.

And as I said, the boy's story was just beginning.

The End