Dirt

Whatever Happened To Tommy Vescu

A BoyToys, Inc Universe story

Chapters 6-7

Kon Yan

We were met at the landing field by the famous Dr. Dogood, and his slave, a boy who at first glance looked exactly like a statue of a young teen, which had been sculpted from the absolutely darkest and most pure Denebian Ebony Dolomite. And damn! This slave was definitely NOT prepubescent. Pointing quite far from, and obscenely perpendicular to, his groin was a penis of mammoth proportions, at least 10 inches [25 cm] long and with a pendulous testicle sac in full proportion, dropping half way to his knees. Quite outstanding – pun intended – considering his diminutive 5 foot [1.50 m] frame. There were two additional features which also caught my attention. One was his unusually large slave collar, fully two inches high, large for his small frame, and a 3 inch [7½ cm] diameter ring hanging from the end of his engorged penis.

But more arresting my curiosity, was that he, eerily, was so unmoving, yet with absolutely no encumbrances other than the usual slave collar and my thoughts harkened back to that 'slave suit' about which my master (fortunately) gave only fleeting comment. But on closer examination of this strange slave I realized that something different was somehow in control of this boy's naked body. And one feature which sent a small chill through me was the observation that this 'statue' was not quite 'perfect.' His features were just slightly blurred as if he had been dipped into a vat of congealing wax and coated quite thinly. Assuming just who his master was, and his new interest in bio-mechanical slave control mechanisms, I was wondering if in operation on this slave's body was some so far unmarketed control mechanism. (Unwanted visions of the outlawed BoyBot methods of slave control sent even colder chills through me).

Fortunately I was in relaxed slave comportment which gave me the (small) liberty to at least move about somewhat and not stay absolutely focused on my master. Although my 'liberty of movement would have to take in account my current bondage accoutrements. At a whim of my master, I had been outfitted immediately after landing and aircar servicing, in extreme physical bondage controls including my current mouth gag-muzzle-forced feeding device, along with movement limiting and head and trunk posture controls. My mitted hands were currently attached to rings about my upper thighs which in turn were held in place being secured to the a bar connecting the base of a severe chastity cage with large metal urethra filling sound on one end and an extreme butt plug on the other. My arms were likewise being held relatively immobile by their attachment via upper arm cuffs to sides of the wide and very constrictive waste belt which was holding in place my purely mechanical chastity and butt plug. And connecting my ankle cuffs was a short one foot chain. I made sure I did not allow my master see my grimace as the 'not-so-small' butt plug was pulled this way and that as the rings about my upper thigh were put into motion by my own movements. One might have concluded that my current extreme degree of restraint was in some measure motivated by my master's first ever meeting with such a distinguished paragon of the slave marketing industry and archetypical innovator of modern slave bio-controls, but one then would definitely not know my master. Our relationship, however it be defined or described, was entirely that between master and slave. I am certainly happy in the knowledge that no outside force could influence in any way my master's use and control of his most precious (and obedient) slave.

The facial expression of this Dr. Dogood, in spite of his words and smile, seemed to express strong disapproval of my being allowed such extravagant 'freedom.' Considering the degree of my mechanical restraints he might have assumed that I was in formal slave comportment mode. As was apparently his own slave. (I later learned that his own slave was never OUT of formal mode. Ever).

Dr. Dogood approached my master with outstretched hand."Ah, Dr. Maximillion Dogood, I am honored to meet you."

My master and Dr. Dogood went the usual banter of cordial introduction of two relative strangers perfectly willing to engage the other in respectful conversation and mutual endeavor if only of short duration.

"But I must say that I was a bit surprised by the recently received message that you would be meeting me personally to conduct me and my boy (a telling indication of just how my master would want the good doctor to regard my master's slave) to the BoyToy labs."

"I wish to cut right to the chase. But please in no way do I want anything even remotely considered adversarial be construed by what I will now, and during our escort, discuss. I wish to discover all you currently know about the possible, shall we say, misunderstanding, concerning the displacement of one Indentured Slave, designation I-69-9934-2 PB, formerly Tommy Vescu of South Bhat'u Province. And the object of your visit."

I could see that my master was slightly surprised by the good doctor's reply to my master's last inquiry. And that he had essentially admitted that this boy was indeed in some way connected the BoyToys, Inc.

Please, let us start our short journey and I will be more than happy to discuss this unfortunate and delicate situation.

Dr. Dogood then turned to his slave and spoke two words: "Trans-parent phase."

My master was noticeably surprised (to me) by the change in Dr. Dogood's slave. Immediately the dull black apparent coating simple disappeared and the slave's body – still totally naked but now showing the perfect detail of a real boy – seemed to suddenly gain a very subtle but noticeable change in comportment. But nonetheless the slave made no overt movement.

Dr. Dogood took charge: "I am now anxious to start our short journey so I will describe this new advance in slave control as we make our way." He then addressed his slave: "Boy, drive us to the BoyToy labs, usual route, and with dispatch but nothing reckless."

The boy turned towards his master and replied: "Master as you command." And damn, his penis barely deflated as he opened the driver's door and took control of the luxury ground car.

Dr. Dogood addressed my master. "Do not be concerned. My boy is quite capable, and trained, and besides, this vehicle has full accident avoidance technology."

My attention was trained on the slave. I was amazed at the perfect formal slave comportment and absolutely strict attention to his task.

Then Dr. Dogood glanced in my direction. "Your slave, good sir, will it be riding in the rear storage compartment?"

I almost allowed myself to object at least in my mind, before I made effort to merely follow my master's wishes. I sure wanted to not only hear their discussion regarding our quarry, but I wondered about this man's slave and this strange statue like mechanism or what ever it was.

My master smiled and even went so far as to place his hand on his slave's shoulder: "I think it might be advantageous for him to join his master in the passenger compartment. After all, I frequently use his advice when engaged in such a mission and want him fully advised."

Thank you master.

I could see the good doctor's ever so slight show of annoyance.

We took our places and begun our trip. It was only several miles [c. 5 km] distant. Immediately after we got underway Dr. Dogood continued as if there had been no discontinuity in his address concerning the reason for our visit.

"We know that you are searching for the whereabouts of one Tommy Vescu. I will advise you, as you had most certainly surmised, that yes he was indeed modified at the BoyToy labs. He is a most valued property."

My master I could see was only slightly surprised at this ready admission. Though to the untrained eye, or to his (gifted) slave, this would not have been apparent.

"This is welcome news. Please continue."

"As you are possibly aware, Mr. Dumitrov, my current association with BoyToys, Inc. is only one of a retired official of that company. They desired to have someone of say, more neutral, to possibly help bring us to a necessary meeting of minds. They certainly wish to avoid any negative publicity, not to mention any legal squabble. Especially with the boy's mother."

Dr, Dogood explained the source of his information about both our mission and about the slave in question by way of our inestimable Ms. Tusch. My master was not surprised that she, probably at the behest of her company, had immediately advised BoyToys, Inc. of the situation concerning their modification (possibly illegal) of a boy who should have been only a 6 year Indenture.

My master reciprocated by detailing the information we already knew and already suspected, but had not yet corroborated. And that we were quote aware of a major breech of Slave Authority security.

Dr. Dogood then added: "I will be perfectly straight forward. BoyToys, Inc. wants neither law suit nor any trouble with the Slave Authority. I would advise you , that although their lawyers are prepared to prove that BoyToys, Inc. can in no way be shown to be liable, nor culpable, that if necessary, they are perfectly capable, and perfectly prepared to make sure this 'problem' goes away. Do you understand?"

"I am quite aware of the fact that sometimes we must make compromises."

"Good. I will now give you information our own company, and a certain Dr. Pais Erastes, has very recently discovered and communicated to the officials of BoyToys, Inc. The boy in question, this Tommy Vescu, had been sold to the Buddingo brothers. His legal status, as you already know, at the time of his sale at the State auction at Calais, according to the Slave Authority's records had listed him under the name Boniface VonDamon, Slave designation N 188-3382-28 CL, a Class Three Slave. In no way did BoyToys, Inc ever contemplate any possibility that this boy was indeed not the original one assigned neither this designation, nor this boy for whom you searching."

So our surmise has been corroborated. We appeared minutes away from our goal.

Dr. Dogood went on to describe Dr. Erastes position and role in this affair. And the doctor's desire to speak with my master at the very first opportunity. Then the good Dr. Dogood dropped the bombshell.

"But I must inform you. This boy, and a major reason why Dr. Erastes feels the need to speak with you forthwith, is this. This boy, whom you know as Tommy Vescu, has not just undergone extreme physiological and neural, he is now the seventh faun ever successfully created. Are you aware of the ramifications of this extreme animal-boy amalgam?"

My master gave out a big sigh, quite an unusual show of emotion in this kind of situation.

"I probably do not understand it to the fullest but I am sure this Dr. Pais Erastes will be happy to inform me."

"Exactly."

Now I was a bit perplexed. I was not quite sure about my master's reaction. Or of what 'ramifications' of which Dr. Dogood might possibly be speaking, except for the obvious. Tommy Vescu was now faun. I had heard of these strange animal-boy creations but have never seen one, not even on the WSI Net.

My master, I could see, was pondering possibilities. Both of what has happened, and what could happen. And of what he himself may or may not be capable of doing in seeing a resolution of the current 'problem.' I suspect that although Mts. Vescu may finally discover the whereabouts of her son, and even communicate with him, but any return to 'normalcy' for Tommy Vescu was probably not an option.

My master eventually spoke: "So. This boy. This faun. How valuable?"

"With the degree of success of this particular faun's modification, I would guess well in the excess of 3 million BHU. Possibly more."

I was starting to see another part the 'problem.' Quite a lot of money for certain people to want to make sure the 'problem' concerning Tommy Vescu goes away.

My master even whistled. "All right. Before any possible determination can be made, I obviously must speak with this Dr. Erastes. I need to know the specific condition of this … faun. It would also be nice if I could also speak to the boy, …the faun, so that I can assure his anxious mother, that all is 'well,' though the specific definition of 'well' in this case may very well be obscure."

Eventually we learned we missed Tommy by only several hours; in fact he was currently on his way to the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort, where his new owners will be installing him in their animal-boy compound. I could see my master's disappointment. But we were assured that we would definitely be able to meet up with Tommy later this evening. The flight, especially in a Tuskagee IV, was not too distant. But my master was still going to speak with Dr, Erastes first.

After some refreshment and mere 'small talk' my master inquired about the strange appearance of Dr. Dogood's own slave.

Dr. Dogood was quite voluble about both his slave and his current newly devised method of 'slave control,' just recently developed by the BoyToy, Inc. labs on the Icarus Ring-world.

"Billy, my slave, and I go way back. He has been in my possession now for more than 20 years, though he is still the 14 year old originally abducted – with some improvements of course. I have developed a real affection for him. And he is absolutely dedicated to his master. He of course is a product of the BoyToy labs when I myself were in charge of the original gene-splice program. He was one of the very first to have undergone brain pathway restructuring, and has been conditioned to respond positively to extreme physical control, moderate torture, and to live for the moment. But is still quite able to respond on a normal emotional and cognitive level when I release him from his strict controls."

The conversation eventually progressed to the unusual nature of the slave's bondage control. Both my master and I had been regaled by Dr. Dogood's remarks on the new methods of new advances in techno service devices and techno controls, including the latest in mechano-brain interfacing currently being developed in what many on Bundus III frequently considered to too departive from accepted slave control norms to be legal on this planet. They were in fact in the midst of developing a revolutionary method of volitional bondage which would take absolute mental control of any slave subject which involved the absolute control by the reassignment of the slave's perceived self identity. Essentially the slave is made to 'understand' that he indeed is the absolutely the property of his master and total obedience and compliance provides his sole and only possible motivation.

[Note: The details covering this new method of creating BoyBot conversions, will be a topic in an upcoming story entitled: BoyBot, Inc. Labs of the Icarus Ring-world, Revisited coming soon. It details the 'acquisition' of three boys, 11 year old twins, and their little 5 year old brother. The process of their conversion into this new revolutionary kind of BoyBot is unfolded, whereby the subject is forcibly made to KNOW that he exist for the absolute use of his owners. The two boys are rendered into sex-toy models destined for the new 'Boy Mummy Room' the famous Icarus Ring-world Pleasure Dome. The small 5 year old has a much different fate, and will eventually become the (illegal) property of a high up official in the government of Bundus III, and then, when caught,…]

"And as a part of this new technology and slave control I had allowed my own slave to be a test subject in a correlative measure of control, which involved the very frontier of innovative technology."

By this time we had completed our short journey and we soon found ourselves in the restricted executive parking area of the BoyToy labs themselves. Dr. Pais Erastes was notified of our arrival and was already on his way from his experimental boy modification labs several hundred yards [c. 300 m] away.

Dr. Dogood was determined to use his slave to demonstration this new revolution in bio-mechanical slave control right there in the parking area. He was quite enthusiastic about this innovation.

His slave exited the vehicle and was made to present himself. He stood for inspection without the slightest waver in comportment. And had not uttered a single word other than his reply: "Yes master."

Dr. Dogood was determined to describe the process under his own slave had been one of its first test subjects.

"As you can see Billy here appears entirely normal. But what you do not notice a molecular thin coating covering his entire outer surface and extending into all orifices for some distance, including his nasal passage, mouth and throat, and of course his urethra and anal orifice. It is comprised of a mass of semi-cohesive macro-molecules of massive proportions, which are part biological and part mechanical in nature. A veritable marvel of bioengineering which becomes an actual part of the subject, can self reproduce along with the subject's outer integument, and yet be manipulated by an independent control mechanism. In the case of my slave, that control is contained within his slave collar and is activated only by my command. Watch."

Dr. Dogood then spoke two words: "Opaque phase."

The surface of the boy's body almost like magic, when from a beautiful nut-brown color, to an absolute almost non-reflective black. And took on the same appearance of a statue which we had seen on first seeing his slave.

"This is the opaque mode. In this mode the subject can make absolutely no volitional movements. Only normal body functions to maintain life. But it will move and respond to command."

The doctor demonstrated by seemingly controlling his slave as if he were a pure robot. It was remarkable. He also demonstrated that the boy could still feel when touched although even the nature of that experience to the boy could be absolutely manipulated. For example at the touch of a control, what was a caress could be interpreted as pain, and what was the severe lash of a cane could be interpreted as intense sensation erogenous in nature. Or combinations thereof.

"One additional advantage." And Dr. Dogood spoke a command to his slave subject:

"Boy, you are permitted vocalization but no other movement."

"Yes master."

It was eerie having that sound come from a statue like figure. Although his mouth did function.

And then Dr. Dogood produced a small but powerful static charge device and proceeded to touch the poor boy more than a dozen times over the surface of his body concentrating in the boy's more 'tender' areas. By the boy's screams I could tell that the level of pain was quite extreme. I had to take firm control of my emotions and utilize a good measure of my long slave conditioning to make myself ignore the wracking screams coming from Dr. Dogood's slave's throat. I could also see tears running down the boy's face.

It is quite different observing then experiencing. The scream elicited at the touch on the very tip of the boy's prodigious erectile member seemed to echo through the entire parking area and even got us glances from passing personnel.

"You will note that there is actually no damage to the boy's skin or underlying tissue. Quote an advantage for a master who likes to torture his slave on a daily basis. Also under this 'opaque phase' the subject will experience a continuous and severe feeling of forceful encasement."

By Dr. Dogood's use of the command phrase, "transparent phase," the boy reverted to 'normal.'

"Again we have what is called the 'transparent phase.' The coating is still there but now allows normal touch and of course there is no more visual occlusion. Boy, relax from formal slave deportment."

The boy visibly relaxed and even smiled. The episode of torture not even evinced in his countenance.

Dr. Dogood then engaged my master inn a discussion of the relative merits of possessing slave who were under maximum control both mental and physical. They were apparently not in agreement.

I could see my master getting annoyed and impatient. He finally lost some measure his normal courtesy and mildly exclaimed: "I want a real boy, a real person, a boy who can be fully expressive of his own feelings and emotions, and can react with his master in a true slave-master relationship."

"But aren't you being a bit hypocritical. After all you yourself bought and conditioned a class three slave who had no choice."

My master replied: "Some of your inferences are, I believe, incorrect. True, my boy is a Non-consensual Class Three Slave, but his continued life situation would have been miserable. Also he was chosen carefully. He was not only compatible with his master but to his life of slavery. There was a 92% chance that he would thrive being my slave. And without brain pathway alterations. His extreme natural tendencies towards passive sexual response were entirely his own. And his submission under the thrall of sex too was his own. The only changes I made were the erasure of several horrible memories, and the strengthening by pathway multiplication, his already somewhat recognized need for control and submission when not influenced by sexual response. He was already long predisposed for a life as an absolute slave. I just helped it along a bit."

I was astounded. My master have never before told me some of this. He intimated it at times but never outright said so. We were staring intently at each other. We both smiled. (I know – breaking protocol – but heck sometimes a slave must just do what in his heart he knows what his master wants him to do. The punishment – as a slave I will welcome it).

"You are quibbling. He is still a Non-consensual slave and has no choice in the matter."

Then my master dropped a surprise even to me.

"No quite true. I educated him and gave him a possible life trade. He is an exceptional pilot. And licensed for even commercial transport. And I DID allow him his choice when I knew he had a thorough understanding of both his master and what his future life as my slave entailed. I provided to him an opportunity – ignorant of the fact that his master had in fact contrived it – to actually abscond."

He told of the story of my near landing at an airport in Cathland, a place I could have gained sanctuary.

"If he had successfully landed and stayed there, I would have made no attempt to retrieve him. And I am not afraid to admit it, I would have cried for quite some time afterwards."

Wow. My master, unless he is smiling, had a remarkably frightening and baleful visage. I suspect he cultivates it. Most people could not envision him ever crying especially in such a situation. But of course I knew different. But he never mentioned that he had deliberately staged that time where I actually came close to opting for freedom.

But I could see that my master was by now quite anxious to get on with his interview with this Dr. Erastes, and eventually was able to politely disengage himself from the voluble Dr. Dogood.

Five minutes we were in a small but very expensively decorated and comfortable meeting room, with all manner of delicacies laid out to titillate any one's palate. I looked at the food with a grumbling stomach and a small impediment from tasting anything I saw – a mouth gag and muzzle. I absolutely know that my master smiled at me 27 times during his own ingestion of various morsels.

But I at least feasted on the story as it unfolded from Dr. Pais Erastes concerning our quarry.

Well into their discussion Dr. Erastes finally arrived tat what he stated was the main purpose for discussing the full nature of the modifications of Tommy Vescu, and its serious implications concerning his future life.

"Look Mr. Dumitrov. I am quite aware that Tommy was illegally sold as a Class Three Slave and subsequently obtained by the owners of the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resorts. And thus had been severely modified both physically and mentally by our labs. But there are three things which you must consider as you decide your next actions as regard Tommy Vescu and his mother's desire to have her son back. One, his return to his former human aspect and subsequently to his former life is essentially impossible. Neither the brain pathway nor the physical modifications can be reversed. I can go into much detail proving this fact and in fact have sent all pertinent information to your com. If you could for now just accept on my word. Two, the quality of Tommy's welfare and future life will be BEST achieved ONLY by allowing him be the slave he has become, and stay in the place he now resides, and being subject to the role he has been engineered for. I know. I studied his predispositions and manipulated his brain pathways exactly for this future. He can not neither be content nor thrive in any other role or environment. I am absolutely certain if you question him about this, at least after his initial adjustment, he will recognize this for himself. And three, to be realistic about all this, I seriously doubt that any resolution that does not entail Tommy making being held as a sex slave in their compound, will simply not be allowed by his present owners. He is far too valuable for them to give up. And I am fairly certain that the resources at the command of the Buddingo brothers will preclude any attempt of yours to obtain any other outcome. In addition they have far more influence with the Slave Authority than you do."

This information was all hashed out for quite sometime but I was pretty sure that my master had to finally concede undeniable conclusions argued by Dr. Erastes concerning the essential and obvious fate of one Tommy Vescu.

Dr. Erastes made one last appeal: "Make no hasty decisions. Question Tommy himself – actually he now goes by the name of Puck. I believe totally that in final analysis the best outcome for Tommy himself is to stay the slave and the faun he has been engineered to be. As for any arrangements you may make with the Buddingo brothers including further remuneration and possible concessions relative to the boy's mother, I will leave that in your capable hands. I assume your next port of call is the Xanadu Pleasure Dome."

True.

My master departed full in both stomach and thoughtful repose. I departed with my master empty of stomach and in no repose whatever. And I had a six hour flight ahead of me.

Chapter 7
The World of Fauns

Puck (formerly Tommy)

My 'running with abandon' (and my several falls) was short lived as I was taken back for a meal, ablutions, including a complete shower and instructions on how to empty my rectum (or bowel as I remember it being called). I learned that I must definitely, under the threat of quite severe punishment – always maintain a thoroughly clean rectum and anus. There would even be special liquids for this necessary and frequent task. I didn't need to guess why. I also was tasked on my previous lessons involving cleaning not only my strange arrangements of teeth, but on the method of cleaning my entire mouth and tongue. Another frequent requirement successfully accomplished – or you guessed it – severe punishment. These mundane tasks – not quite as automatic with strange hands and fingers – pulled me back from my previous envisioning of my simple life as an 'animal.' As did my internment in the now familiar Boy Cage.

I was quite surprised when after a relatively short ride in ground transport to the air field, my cage was not loaded into the cargo bay of the air transport. Instead it was positioned onto a grav lift and brought into a small passenger area. And even more astonished I was when my eyes caught just a glimpse of an apparition which I had trouble believing.

"Hi. My name's Tongo."

The voice was not an apparition either, and caused me extreme excitement. Another faun like me! And he was absolutely cute.

"My name's Puck."

It felt so utterly strange using a name I'd had for only a couple of days. But that was, I guess, the idea. New existence, new name. I surely had no memory of any past name.

I was so impatient as I was so slowly freed from my cage. I only found out why I had been prepared for a long caged journey with all the plugs and such – the addition of Tongo to accompany me on the flight back was a very last minute decision and no advanced instruction had been given. I was quite happy not to have spent 6 hours in the cargo hold no matter how comfortable that Boy Cage was.

I think I spent the next 10 minutes closely examining Tongo, especially his sex parts. And some of this I realized I almost instinctually did with my increased sense of small. His tangy musty odor thrilled me.

"You smell good." I said.

"You do too. There are now seven of us and you will soon discover that you will be able distinguish among us by small alone."

I was intrigued.

And his fur was a two toned grey and white, quite different from my tawny brown. And his underlying skin was a strange cream while mine was so dark brown it was almost black. And he was slightly bigger. I learned that he was modified at age 13 and has since, physically, stayed that age, and that he had been a faun now for almost 10 years.

"I was the very first."

We also couldn't keep our hands off the other, and actually spent much of the flight sitting down in a strange kind of pen right on the floor pressed up tight to each other. It felt so amazing! He said that as much as possible we were required to eschew any use of human constructs. (I laughed as I mentioned the trip was in a very complicated human artifact – the aircar). Like Tongo, I had been strapped down to two widely spaced stanchions in the floor by way of a temporary waist belt that also had straps going down along my penis sheath and back up through my butt cleft after it joined into a single belt.

I was also somewhat smaller than Tongo and he guessed by just looking at me I was also probably the smallest of the seven. We talked for hours. He started out by describing in as much detail as possible the description of where I would be living ignoring the act that I'd be there to see for myself in several hours. Then we discussed our past and how we came to be enslaved and subsequently sold and modified into fauns. Almost like it was perfectly normal. If this had been the previous year, I'd be doing something similar talking to the new kid in my class at the start of school. (Hay I just realized – no more language writing or math exams)!

Tongo started on his life story: "I was born to this multimillionaire…"

He laughed at my widened eyes. I'd soon learn that Tongo was rarely very serious. And he made up outrageous stories.

"OK, Puck, this time the truth. And I promise all my stories are absolutely '100 percently' guaranteed to be totally and unconditionally 96% true!" And he laughed – sounding a bit strange and not quite like a human boy.

I couldn't help laugh with him. In only minutes it felt like we were already good friends. I couldn't express how so glad I was to have him on this flight to my new existence. I had been so anxious, even if so excited at the same time. It was a comforting though to believe that my new owner actually cared enough to send Tongo to help keep me calmed down.

Tongo laughed at this notion and replied: "More probably, to help insure the safe delivery of their new prize possession. When they envision us it is with monetary unit signs in their vision."

But I reasoned that if that were the case, that SafeSecure Boy Cage was certainly at least as safe and secure.

Finally he got back to his autobiography as he called it.

"So anyway, it was a dark and stormy night. And these two really big guys scooped me right off the street and before a person could say califastibulatorationshipulation, I was inside a force field cage and on my way to the slave auctions."

I laughed again.

And before he could continue a tear came to my eye and I had to ask:

"Tongo, are you happy being a faun and a slave?"

And he chuckled. And for once I could see his expression change into a serious one: "Look. Sometimes it is really hard being a sex slave. The sex part is great but the slave part can sometimes be difficult. But we really have it pretty good. And yes, much of the time I am actually happy. That's the best I can offer. But there is more. You will soon discover that you almost will have a need to be the slave that they demand of us. I suspect they did the same to you as they did to all of us. We have this strong inner need to submit and obey. It's built into us. But it's not a bad thing. It's just how we are. I am certain that of any of us were forced to live outside for a week, we'd be begging for them to take us back."

And with a big smile he added: "And the sex is out of this world!"

And again we finally got back to his story.

"That taken off the streets part is totally true, just one of the guys was actually a woman. I think both from that BoyAbductions place."

I'd never heard of it.

"I was in fact in a state home since my parents got in trouble for selling illegal drugs. I thought that was pretty stupid because it was really hard to get rich since the state sold the same stuff but treated so it would not be addictive. But anyway, I never was around my parents much anyway and in the home I was so different from everyone. I only realized it later that this difference thing was what made me a prime candidate for being experimented on to be the very first faun. I liked sex – a lot. And with older men – a lot. And I was absolutely like a boy who loved being manhandled – a lot. And literally. So anyway, to make a short story shorter, all state kids had to get this big medical evaluation as they started puberty and sure enough I was also found by someone to have the right genes. So bam, three weeks later and I'd been kidnapped – stark naked! --, shipped to another medical place – stark naked – where they gave me a billion tests. The guy there, by the way, was incredulous to discover I'd never had taken a single drug in my life. Then I was marched before this scary judge – not stark naked for a change – and declared a slave for life – they had me gagged and I couldn't even complain about what was happening to me."

"It is impossible to describe what it feels like being made a slave – bam no more dreams! You can't possibly imagine it!"

Tongo looked at me and laughed: "Well maybe you do after all."

"And finally I was carried into this big lab place – stark naked! After taking me out of this cage where you couldn't even think about moving let alone move, and with all these things sticking out of places that should be used for sticking other people's sex parts. I guess in the same kind of cage you came out of. And I was then scared shitless after all these things were put all over my body – stark naked! – and then put into this big tank and told to breathe liquid!"

That was his most of his story even if it really took more than a whole hour to finally get out of him he digressed into side stories so much. And I enjoyed all of them even if they were only guaranteed to be 96% true.

I told him mine as he had his arm wrapped around my shoulder holding me in tight. I sure liked his smell

"Holy Capitulation of Calimers's Captured Calvery! You VOLUNTEERED to be a slave!"

"Not a full time slave. No full time I guess but only for 6 years."

No he thought I was using his own 4% exception clause.

"It's complicated and I don't know the whole story."

I explained why. "But somehow someone made me into a Class Three Slave without me knowing it and here I am." I tried to tell someone before they made me into a faun, but somehow, with the drugs they put into me, I never got enough actually said. Before I knew it they put into this big tank and told to breathe liquid!"

"Despicable Denizens of the Denebian Darkest Depths!" (He sure cursed a lot. No one used Deneb in polite conversation).

All too soon we were at our destination and suddenly, on command, my totally funny, free, and feisty fellow faun turned into this absolutely serious (yet starkly salacious) slave.

"Yes master. No master. Yes master." But during it all he made an opportunity to even wink at me as they were putting me back into my cage.

A half hour later another but much smaller aircar took us in and spewed us out in the midst some of the most scenic area I'd ever seen. Cliffs and waterfalls in the distance and beautiful tarns and meadows all over the place. Just like I was merely on a vacation with Mom and my brothers. (Don't think about things – I had to tell myself). We were then brought to this small barn like building in the middle of nowhere. (Except for several similar buildings nearby).

There ware suddenly all these men, all in fancy clothes (except for two in usual maroon doctor coats), all looking right at me! And I was suddenly conscious again of my total nudity, and even more so, my animal parts. My naked animal parts – and feeling suddenly as if it was totally normal to be naked – animals don't wear clothes. Suddenly I felt more like an animal than a real person.

And these people were SERIOUS. My collar zapped me a whole bunch until I REALLY started paying STRICT attention to EVERYTHING they said and commanded. I was so taken by the realization all over again that I was a SLAVE! I never knew why they just didn't 'command' me so my collar would automatically force me to obey. Maybe they were wanting me to make myself obey and submit. I was almost about to break down crying as I suddenly realized all over again that I had been totally victimized. Right now I should be in some plush fancy boy brother having my (cute) BOY butt hole rammed by some self-indulgent, but totally SANE individual in a SANE world. With the emphasis on 'BOY' and SANE. And of course with a light at the end of a six year tunnel.

First a doctor hooked me up – using a bazillion sensors – to some strange portable monitor and two minutes later he merely nodded. I suspect several of them were designed to either tickle me to death or embarrass me to death. He even took off the cap on that tube in my penis – letting my accumulated pee drain out – RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR! – and put one of his sensors right into my pee slit. Ok, so there was a drain right under me that I didn't see at first, but sheesh! (I soon was to discover that we were NEVER allowed to EVER pee in private. Or even clean out our butts and rectums in private! We were absolutely always ON DISPLAY! And of course ESPECIALLY when performing any bodily function)!

I would very soon discover that our entire lives were to be lived on public display. Our main bathing area, or actually the one used beginning each day, and ending each day, was even outdoors. And even when we were sleeping away from any client, we were still always on holo camera. The word privacy was totally expunged from our existence.

And this doctor made no bones about touching me all over, and especially my private sex parts. Nor was any hole on my body left out of their intimate perusal. It felt strange when I had to open my mouth and let the guy's fingers feel all about. No orifice was sacrosanct. I swear he even stuck at least four fingers right into my butt hole! Eventually. That very first one just about sent me to the roof, it was so unexpected. And felt even better than my conditioning session. Well not sex wise but a real person touching me like that! I got scared when he started feeling all around there and pushing more fingers into my butt hole. But I got over my fright real fast when I realized it was feeling like I wished it would not stop. And it could expand more than my boy butt did. I guess my animal butt had a bigger diameter. But that forth finger did hurt at first. It brought a couple tears but soon it was good again. And it was sure strange, because I am so different than when I was a boy. I mean everything is so much bigger. And I swear more sensitive. (Not my body, just my sex parts). And all over again I realized that I was no longer entirely a boy when I felt him hold up my tail during this inspection. (And I got a mild zap for my small squeal when surprised when that first finger went into me. It was so not expected. And zapped again when I flinched when he pulled in my sac too much. That hurt! I sure hope no one does that too often. It brought some tears, but I had to take it.

I was told not to make a sound and make absolutely no move to do anything but COOPERATE. I would also learn that this was NORMAL. No part of our bodies was ours. Every part of us belonged to whoever was using us at the time, and we not only had to acquiesce, but to actively encourage our users to USE us. And we were to acquire a mind set which forever made us think of ourselves totally the property of whoever wished to use us. None of my body belonged to me. And none of mySELF was self at all. Strangely, I not only had this excited feeling all over me, I had this sexy feeling at the same time. Instead of being scared, or even rebellious, I was enjoying it all! I discovered I LIKED submitting totally and offering all of me up to be used. I even had such a time ENJOYING all this I had a hard time concentrating on what I was being commanded to do. And for the Holy Seven Havens of the Sacred Hills of Sandhavorn! We hadn't even got to the good sex stuff yet! Damn who cared about being a slave if this is what is was all about. And strangely the slave part – all that total obedience and submission seemed to add to everything. And I positively know that this is mild compared to when my penis is allowed free.

And I especially liked those fingers in my butt hole! I was quite scared when I felt that forth one being forced into me. I am certain that the old 'boy' me would have been in agony. But now I just wondered how much could be fit into my butt hole. And just two months ago, just thinking about something up my butt would have been totally scary. But now, except when the guy was starting that forth finger in me, or when he pulled on my sac – damn it is big – I liked what was being done to me. Well maybe not big for a real goat, but I guess I am just a juvenile yet. (This whole thing is crazy). But it took his whole hand to hold it. And I could feel those two small testicles rolling over each other. I sure hope no one pulls too hard. That little bit really hurt. I got instant tears. But just the feeling of someone touching me like that. Wow! I was so sexed up I couldn't seem to worry about anything. And I was pretty glad that that genital guard was still on me, or I might have broken that one cardinal rule.

And having Tongo there didn't help at all. He wasn't making the slightest sound but he was sure making snickering-type faces at me during all of this.

After all the doctor stuff, they cleaned my butt and rectum out, right there in front of everyone right out in public. And I was totally embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. Then the shower came next. I was happy to discover that the water was warm and the soap pleasant. It was specially designed for fauns. I was taught right there on the spot about how to do all of this for myself – actually a repeat of the instructions I'd had back at Dr. Erastes' place. I was left to air dry but never felt uncomfortable.

All this time the bigwigs were sitting on fancy chairs and drinking fancy drinks all brought in for the occasion. (I was not introduced). But every once in a while I realized one of them was right next to me, and I felt way more than just two hands on my naked body. And that's another thing. That fur. It feels so different when someone rubs or brushes it back and forth. It sends amazing shivers through me. And do you know it has a nap to it? I never knew that before. It feels so different when I am (petted?) stroked in opposite directions. I mean nm my butt and legs. And just when I thought things were feeling 'normal' I got touched somewhere which was totally different. I mean when the touch made me quite aware that I was animal like down there. And not just because of my penis sheath and larger hanging testicle sac. The bottom of my legs was so different. And that was another thing. It was not fair getting those zaps when I would loose my balance. I mean I'd like to see one of them try to stand still on two hooves while someone was pulling on your penis sheath, or shoving fingers into your butt hole, or pulling your tail. And that one guy had to inspect my foot. Or rather my hooves. And would they let me sit for this? Of course not. My hoof was pull backward and outward, while I had to balance on the one. And I fell twice.

And it seemed like it would go on forever. Not that I was in a hurry for it to stop. But every once in a while, when my feelings settled a bit, I would remember all those people watching. Strangely I was not cowed by all the attention, just the opposite. Even right out there totally exposed – pun intended. Especially of the 'physical' part of the 'attention.' And I was warned that in no way would I ever show even the most minute expression of anything but delight when someone was fondling my body and my nether regions. But I sincerely though that this supposed 'threat' was done just to see if I could follow all my slave rules, and not laugh. I so WANTED someone fondling my body and my most private parts! PLEASE!

Then some guy with a serious face and not an ounce of give in him COMMANDED me to stand still and keep my hands at my side. He then touched something to my collar and it came off. I never knew that could happen. But of course it lasted like seconds and another was fitted around my neck again. And wow was this one so much fatter, and wider. And about a hundred pounds [45 kg] heavier. Ok so I'm exaggerating but I am certain I will never forget it's there. I was told it was special and could monitor all things about me all the time. Especially like when anything AT ALL was happening to my penis. Or I guess he stated that my penis was not 'mine' exactly. Since I was owned it belonged to my owner. And therefore I could ONLY do what my owner wanted me to do with it. I was sure remembering all those hours of training and conditioning. And he said that if I ever wanted a punishment that would make me wish I was dead then just touch my own penis. And to make his point that collar REALLY zapped me! It was so bad I instantly stopped doing anything. The pain just blocked everything else out. I couldn't even scream since my lungs didn't work for a couple seconds. And then bam. I was rolling on the floor pulling on my collar pleading for the pain to stop. It lasted so long – I don't care if the guy said it was only three seconds. But so good when it stopped. And then absolutely no pain. Almost like it was just a bad dream. But I sure I don't want that dream again. I was helped up this time. It took a few moments to be able to stand again and I now couldn't stop crying for so long. I finally knew what being a slave meant now. And he said that that was a short and not very bad zap. He said that if I ever, EVER, touched my penis I was get ten times worse. I am certain ten times more, plain couldn't exist. But I am CERTAIN that I will NEVER find out.

Anyway he kept doing something with a box of his and asked if I felt something on my collar. Sometimes I did and sometimes not. Sometimes it hurt – but NOTHING like that bad one. But there was a lot of different zaps that didn't hurt al all. He said that I would eventually learn to recognize one from another and it was one main way they would tell me what I had to do. He said that I'd be with another faun for a while to learn. This new collar could monitor all aspects of my physiology and especially the state of my penis. Under no circumstances was I permitted to extend it until my collar let me know it was OK.

A lot of other things were done but that was the main stuff. I was getting real tired just standing there, but I dare not do anything they didn't want. And actually except for that bad time as an example of a real punishment, I actually thought of most of it as a very weird adventure. And the sex feelings sure were great. I sure couldn't wait until tomorrow when I had real sex. Just the very idea had me so amazingly thrilled.

Finally everyone left and Tongo and I were left alone. He was told to be my 'guide' for the next week or so.

Then I realized that all of this – being a faun, having animal parts, being in a place where people were going to use me for sex, and having all my most private sex parts touched like that, heck, just thinking of myself as a real, never-going-to-stop slave, sent shivers to my brain, and different kinds of shivers to my groin. And I couldn't believe, for the hour or so I was going through that, it felt like it was NORMAL!

Eventually it was just Tongo and me and everything was exciting again. He was showing me around. And that place was huge. Well maybe not too huge but not some place which I feel so penned in all the time. Tongo said that the compound for just us fauns took over an hour just to walk around, but the boundary was also so irregular. I wanted him to take me everywhere but he said a lot would have to wait for later or probably the next day or more. But we barely got started and he said he was hungry. Then I realized that I was hungry too.

"What do we do to get dinner?"

"It depends. If we are with a client, then we do whatever the client wants. Period. Doesn't matter if it's all day. Or even more. We sometimes even can eat with a client but not often. Most the time someone brings food and we eat when we can. The only almost regular meals are dinner, and if you get up in time, breakfast. Many of us miss that meal – too tired. We MUST shower and clean out our butt holes first thing. Everything else comes second."

We ate in one of the barns set up for meals. Very sparsely furnished. In fact Tongo called it "old barn style of the last century." The food was all vegetables. Oh well, we were fed.

Then I realized something: "How do I pee?"

"You ONLY pee in the presence of a client, or on your one day off a month – you get that only if you have achieved your monthly quota. You will be in tight harness and tightly strapped to the toilet frame."

Then I pointed to my silver genital guard.

"Don't know. Just hope someone comes to unplug you. We are absolutely forbidden to do anything else. The ONLY time our penis is extended is ONLY with a client! The exception he showed me. It was outdoors. Just a small frame where we are tied; I counted three straps for the body, two for the arms, and three for the legs. Wow! I asked Tongo about it.

"You will understand after tomorrow. Remember when you were in training how totally out of control you can get?"

I was now worried. I really had to go.

I just tried not to think about it. I wonder if anyone ever burst from their bladder getting too full. We talked about everything as we again started our tour.

I would then get rid of my plug and genital shield tomorrow morning, and be given to my first client. Just the thought had me so excited, and I had to wonder how come all the scruples of my ultra conservative upbringing didn't seem to make me the slightest bit guilty at that very prospect. (I later found out that part of my brain modification was the erasure of 'unnecessary things' which would hamper us in our duties as sex slaves. This could also include some memories. Memories that would tend to interfere negatively to our express purpose. So I guess all that sex stuff I was made to feel so ultra guilty about. Strange, I could actually access the memories, but not the feelings of guilt so associated with them for all my life. I felt free! And that was something else. How come it took to being forced into Class Three Slavery, before I felt any manner of contentment and freedom? I meant emotional freedom. And freedom from guilt and the angst associated with it? Well, I decided not to look a gift horse, or rather a gift faun in the mouth.

Later I asked Tongo another question. "How come all the big wigs? I mean early in the afternoon? You said that two guys there actually owned me and this entire resort. What's so special? From what I understand of this place there must be many hundreds of slaves here."

Tonga laughed. That laugh still startled me. Not really human but still enough so that coming from a half goat face seemed strange. Like it didn't fit.

Tonga explained: "Look. There are only 7 of us. We are indeed quite special. Do you know how much we'd be worth on auction? Possibly only a few hundred people on the planet could afford us."

At that idea, that I was so valuable, instead of feeling bad about it, I felt a strange frisson associated with all manner of emotions go through me just thinking about all this. I was OWNED. I was considered (by some) an animal! I definitely was no longer entirely human. And it was FOREVER! But instead of causing any serious anxiety or sadness, I was strangely elated! What in the Seven Darknesses of Deneb was wrong with me? I had even momentarily forgotten about my Mom!

Then someone was coming toward us on a cart just as we got to the main barn. Tonga said it was probably timed that way. It was one of the guards who disciplined us. Tonga pulled me to my knees and told me we always must kneel when a human comes – with rare exceptions – and he showed me how we had to do it so precisely.

"We are slaves. That's all you think about when a person comes. And you do whatever they say. There is no other alternative."

I tried to copy Tonga with my head slightly bowed and hands folded behind me. My knees hurt in twenty seconds.

The guy dressed in a plain uniform. Do you know just how difficult it is to kneel with our kind of legs? He seemingly ignored us and attended to something in the 'sleeping barn.'

I fidgeted. Finally I could not stand it any longer. I thought: "Let's just be sensible about this." So I got up and went into the 'sleeping barn.'

Ten minutes later Tongo was told by the attendant to go into the barn and attend to the new faun. He found me writhing on the ground – rolling about in my own pee. Yes the attendant DID release the plug. And NO he did not take any "appeal to reason."

Tongo helped stand me up and get to a shower – for this emergence, in one of the private, currently unused 'sex barns.' Where I finally washed off.

"Puck. You must learn. WE ARE SLAVES!" What they tell us to do is automatically right; everything else is automatically wrong."

It too me a full 20 minutes to stop feeling the pain that I received through my collar. "Puck, I am starting to believe you."

Then Tongo reiterated to me the 'LAW.'

"We are constantly and forever monitored. We ALWAYS do as we are told. We NEVER extend our penis without explicit permission. We are property and have absolutely NO right to use that property – namely ourselves – for OUR needs or wants. We exist to provide sex – and DAMN GOOD SEX – for our clients. IF we follow all the rules we too can benefit from this. We too can live our lives and actually enjoy our lives. But ONLY if we live our lives as SLAVES."

"How can you be so happy about all this?" I asked Tongo.

"I have learned several basic truths. I LIKE – REALLY like all the sex I get to have. I also have a pretty good life here with a lot of good very close friends. Just think. We are 7 unique creatures. You will understand soon that WE ARE VERY CLOSE to each other. But I MUST follow the rules because I have no other option and I never will have any other option."

Then Tongo got that glint back into his eye: "Still excited about tomorrow?"

I started to smile. I just could not help it. "Can we speed up time?"

I could not totally understand it. I was back into a basically good frame of mind. We went back on out and Tongo explained that we slept in the 'sleeping barn.' Of course only when we are not required to be elsewhere like with a client. They ALWYS come first.

Tongo continued his 'tour talk' as I noticed the waning light. I realized it got early a bit soon here, so to speak, because we were in a deep valley, and even a canyon not too far from here. I could see the very part of a cliff face above a small hill behind which the sun was setting. I had to admit, the place – nature wise – was beautiful.

Tongo kept talking, and I realized I must have missed a lot of what he had said while communing with nature. Strange, I never quite felt like this before. But I was so overwhelmed by the absolute beauty around me. And that was when I also realized that the smells too were fantastic; my sense if smell was mush more intense, I mean so many things smelled different from each other. And I could even tell just who was coming by their smell alone. But even my other senses were somehow a bit 'enhanced.' And the vibrant colors. And just all the alive things. I wonder why I never saw the beauty in nature before as I do now.

Tongo was talking: "… will see the rest of the barns and compound tomorrow."

"And speaking of 'sleeping barn,' Tongo, I sure never realized just how tired I was." In fact I thought I could drop right there and sleep on the floor.

Tongo was usually so … well so … happy. That was it. But damn he really laid down the 'letter of the LAW,' so to speak. I was trying to understand just how he could be SO happy. Of course I had to admit I REALLY WAS looking forward to tomorrow. Even as a slave.

I was somewhat mollified by Tongo stating that he would sleep with me the entire night.

"You will be introduced to the others tomorrow – very early. Usually we would not be allowed to enter the sleep barn this early except when there is a change in the usual schedule necessitated by the wishes of some client. But we are both tired. And not only that, for the occasion I have been given permission to copulate with you tonight! As many times as I want so long as we get sufficient sleep!"

Tongo seemed riding a high just thinking about the sex. When we entered the barn, I was avidly looking forward to totally unrestrained sex. In fact I so taken with the idea, it took me several moments to see that all the 'stalls' were unoccupied. It was pretty big with about ten separate stalls even if there were only seven of us counting myself. I asked about how come there were so many stalls, and Tongo said that it was for future increases in our number but that boys that could be made into fauns were difficult to find and it had to happen at the exactly right time.

I sort of felt a pride in the fact that I was so valuable. Then was appalled at that very thought. Then my thoughts bounced back and forth in my skull, grabbing onto thoughts at random. I was quite emotionally emotional. (If that makes sense). I was again struck so forcibly with the realization that I was owned. It still felt a bit unreal. To be owned. Permanently. Never to ever do or be where I wanted. Or almost. And that I was DIFFERENT! I then suddenly realized that there were no holo-mirrors here. Not even a simple mechanical one.

I was brought back to the concrete world by Tongo pulling my arm.

"Where are all the others? You said there were five more of us?"

"They have their duties. And actually by now they are enjoying their free period. So most of them do not even come back until the last moment." Tongo continued his explanation of duties and so on. "And do not dare to be late. Your collar can be quite unforgiving in its punishment!"

"Tell me something I DON'T know!"

"And another thing. We are quite privileged. We are allowed to sleep in pairs. Quite a concession!"

I was also surprised to see no artificial lighting except for several small – oil burning? – lamps. (Later discovered to be simulations for the ambiance and to further separate us from all the usual amenities of a technological advanced and human society). But when we got to our assigned 'stall' damn it all, it WAS just that – a stall!

"What the heck. Where's the bed?"

"No bed. Just the simulated straw covered floor. It's is actually much more comfortable than it looks. But it's all in their effort to remind us that we are fauns. NOT people. Heck, sometimes a faun will sleep outside on their one day off a month."

When I made comment about idiotic 'rules' Tongo spoke of what our owners expected of us.

"Look, we are slaves. Sex slaves. Faun sex slaves. Animals. We are not permitted to coddle our human part. Our owners in fact want us to always be conscious of our animal natures and allow them to flourish. It helps us to provide what our clients want."

We spoke a lot more about this; l being not entirely swayed. I was not yet ready to be so easily convinced, but my collar gave me a tiny – but noticeable – warning jolt informing me that correct behavior included correct thinking. Damn! (Much later I discovered that these 'warnings' were most commonly trigger automatically by a very complex discriminatory computer program which gathered all data from the numerous monitors and cameras in the compound, and even the information supplied by our individual collars). I kept looking around and was surprised to see, well…almost nothing.

Tongo tried further to convince me it was for my own good.

"Look Puck, you need to let the animal part of you out. Let it loose. Otherwise you will simply go crazy. It almost happened! I know."

"WHAT?"

"Look, if we fight our true nature – and believe me are NOT totally human any longer, we are fauns! – we will suffer severe psychological repercussions. I know. I did just that. I fought it for quite some time and it resulted in an emotional breakdown. That was back when they did not completely realize that WE MUST be truly what we are – ONLY part human. AND part animal. And we MUST allow our animal parts be fully emergent."

Well, I decided for right now to allow my insistent libido take charge. THAT I could easily understand. And then I felt some weird signal from my collar. But I didn't understand what it meant so I ignored it. I asked instead: "Well, just when can we do the sex stuff? And what about my genital guard?"

"Sorry, you will have to wait. But no matter. I AM allowed to penetrate you. And I will skip bathing tonight since I do not need to clean up after any client. As for yourself, even without your penis exposed you will experience some enjoyment if not any orgasm. I am sorry that you will also feel some mounting sexual frustration. But keep your mind on tomorrow and all the sex you will have then – all WITH orgasms!"

I was thinking with my genitals: "DAMN! Why couldn't they allow…"

Tongo must have read my thoughts, or seen my expression: "Because you would not be able to control yourself. In fact tomorrow, you will be strapped down onto a mounting bench probably for the entire day! For your safety and that of your clients. Believe me, you WIIL NOT be able to control yourself when in full sexual heat. Some of us took years before we were allowed sex with penile extension without restraints, and even then we all are tightly hobbled during sex. Even myself. We can REALLY kick!"

Tongo smiled and tried to reassure me.

"Ah!" Tongo said lamentingly. "My collar just signaled me…"

I also felt a strange signal from my collar but did not know what it meant. It didn't hurt at least.

Tongo commented seeing my expression: "Ah. You felt it too. That is the signal that we MUST report to the transfer station immediately. It is actually just outside. And …" He grabbed my arm and propelled me to the exit of the barn, "…we dare not delay."

Less than twenty seconds later, a small aircar settled down right in front of us. Tongo commented on how unusual it was not for the aircar, but to be summoned to the meeting place/counseling area/correctional facility/etc. In fact he had only been so summoned three times during his entire stay here, the very last time just this very day when he had been sent to accompany me from the BoyToy labs to here.

Ten minutes later we were ushered into a nearly featureless room where we were told to wait. My collar signaled that to do anything else would bring immediate repercussions. VERY painful ones. (As per the explanation I got from Tongo). I just stood there anxious about 'what now?' Then realizing at long last I was a slave, I would just wait. I thought sardonically: "I obey and submit. Period!" At least that was how Tongo would have expressed himself. But he would do it smiling.

And I now took time to think about all that had happened to me today, especially the very last part, and I was wondering about my full reaction to things. Just why wasn't I even MORE bothered by what has been happening? Especially about all that obey or else stuff? And that REALLY painful 'instruction'? And I started looking back to how I felt when Tongo was reiterating 'the LAW.' And what I thought I understood REALLY scared me. It was like the entire process was in a very weird way thrilling. Almost sexually thrilling. This slave business was quite serious. And very strangely I was amazed that I was not as discouraged as I thought I should have been by the recognition of my 'slave future.' There was a strange appeal here. Of course it so helped to know that I would be getting a SERIOUS amount of sex. Too bad it still was still half a day away.

Kon Yan

We had left Dr. Erastes and I flew us here in 'record' time. Thanks to these very Buddingo brothers. Well, they must surely KNOW someone! After my master finally got a com call through to the Buddingo's secretary's secretary, we just waited. But my master must have said some magic word, because...

"AHHHHH!"

Very funny master! Very funny! That I felt in my butt hole and genitals. My master has this perverse streak. I tried to school my expression but my master now was visibly smirking a really big smirk.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Fortunately those cries were mostly silent. I have learned over the years how to control my reactions to certain 'stimulations' without verbal outcry. Even if I must battle my 10 year old emotions and how they respond to stuff like this.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His smirk got bigger. I wonder how my master would react to having the latest in multiphase mechano-force field-electro MARK XI anal and genital stimulator stuffed up HIS butt? And HIS penis slit? And working in tandem? Absolutely guaranteed to bring a (male) person to orgasm in less than 20 seconds or your money back. Too bad mine was coupled with a neural block to just allow one to get to the brink of orgasm – and no where else! I told you my master was the absolutely most fiendish master on the continent.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Damn I was starting to really tremble. Of course when my master is in a really good mood he does things like this. Exactly why he is in this good mood I can not be certain. Of course just the fact that we ARE in the study of the (in)famous Buddingo brothers could have a lot to do with it. Just being here may imply they intend to listen to my master. And that insufferable, dastardly, detestable, execrable, deplorable, *&*%^$#%^, ………. – oops, I can't even think THAT word – master of mine, is SMIRKING again!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I looked over at my beloved master and smiled. He smiled back. (I was without any mouth gag for the moment). DAMN, I was thinking that the sex tonight will possibly be OUT OF THIS WORLD if my master is in this kind of mood. My two holes – which I necessarily think of being my master's possessions of course – will be totally undone by morning! He likes to get me REALLY revved up beforehand. And sometimes he even uses the kind of torture that I REALLY like. Just hurts enough and is of such a nature that it actually makes me hornier! It is strange that some torture methods can do that. Heck, in his mood, he is quite apt to introduces a new method of torture he'd never used on me before. My master is very imaginative. And face it. We are at probably the most renowned boy sex resort in the world! We've actually never been here before but my master said that … (Ooops! That's too private).

I smirked back at my master.

Now, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah. Record time. Thanks to the Buddingo brothers (actually a liaison of the Buddingo brothers) having called back to my master in short order, he gave us (me) a new flight path, and we were also allowed to legally go mach 2.1. (Only the mega rich could have wrangled that permission from some government official).

Oooops! I just remembered just WHY – at least in part – why my master was doing all this with my little boy penis and my cute butt hole. I had been having SO much fun flying at mach 2.1 over LAND no less! I just couldn't resist those several maneuvers. (And I won the bet! I had bet my master, that in the hands of the right pilot, a Tuskagee VI COULD actually recover from a powered spiraling dive from 20,000 feet to 2,000 feet [6,000 m to 600 m] as long as the power boost had been sort of 'juiced up,' and the nul-force field was powered to max. My master's face was the most amazing shade of green)!

Well, we got here FAST.

With the current lull allowing time for my thoughts to roam, I was sort of wondering just what my master would be putting up into my rectum tonight, you knew, just idly speculating, thinking back on all the things he HAS stuck up there. I think that variable volumetric peri-gel was maybe the worst. It's volume, temperature, and conductive properties could change so radically with the very slightest stimulation. Every time my butt hole tired to spit it out, it would do all sorts of its own gymnastics right inside me, and all the while zapping my butt hole and rectum in multiple random patterns. My master told me that my voice hit a new octave that night.

Finally. The door opened, and in walked Mr. Bud Buddingo quickly followed by his brother, and another guy. I knew the first one was Bud because it is well known that whenever possible he has in his hands or arms (or wherever) some small boy which he had modified at the BoyToy labs. And who frequently had record libidos for such young boys, having been modified at the BoyToy labs on special request. And this particular one was absolutely amazing. He was a super cute boy of a dark golden brown with his little boy parts – with one major exception – several shades darker, and speaking of this exception, there was one super amazing detail which instantly drew one's attention away from the boy's striking cute 6 year old looks.

(I was guessing about six. The boy was about 3½ to 4 feet [1 to 1.20 m] tall, slender, …and currently in quite a frisson of sexual tumult). And it was not the huge gag which had been obviously engineered into the boy's widely extended mouth and apparently bonded onto his lips – it looked like a forced feeding gag. Nor was it the mammoth butt plug sticking several inches [c. 8 cm] out of his grossly distended little boy butt hole. This latter item was obviously not a permanent feature, but probably needed to keep the boy open sufficiently so that his master's penis can be accommodated without too severe difficulty whenever wanted.

In fact the boy seemed totally in his own reality, with his head laid back into his owner's body (all his boys are Class Three Slaves), and totally lost in his own world of apparent arousal and pleasure. At least I would assume so since one hand of Mr. Ben Buddingo hands was gripping the end of the boy's (estimated) 14 inch [35½ cm] penis and slowly masturbating him. Noting the size and shape of the massively dangling and swaying testicles, the character of the penis sheath and the characteristic bump in the middle of the penis, along with its flattened head, I would say that it had first adorned a small horse, or, more probably, been genetically modeled after one. I wondered how the boy could walk! I also suspected that the large carbon fiber flanges sticking outward from the boy's relatively large collar each to about ten inches [25 cm] at each side of his head with oval shaped ends which obviously contained the boy's hands. They seemed specifically designed to (permanently?) encase the boy's hands now being held in position so as to stop him from masturbating himself, or touching anything! The boy's reactions, and his attempt to free his hands, had me speculate that he was in serious arousal and possibly experiencing a tremendous urge to attain orgasmic climax.

After several minutes, Mr. Bud Buddingo sat the boy down onto his own lap and stopped his ministrations. I could see a watery fluid dripping from the piss slip of that mammoth penis, a penis which was staying totally and stiffly engorged despite the current lack of mechanical stimulation.

Of course the entire tableau, as fantastical as it may seem, continued all the while Mr. Ted Buddingo was introducing the three of them to my master. It turned out that the third guy was some lawyer. (The boy was not introduced). It was the lawyer who spoke next.

"Very well Mr. Dumitrov, now that we all have been introduced, let's get right to the point."

I was so absolutely amazed at the spectacle atop the one brother's lap I tuned out the lawyer-speak. Mr. Ted Buddingo was just carefully listening, laid back in one of the overstuffed couches, while on a facing couch, Mr. Bud Buddingo was also attentively listening all the while that small boy was now squirming quite uncontrollably, and urgently trying to pull his hands from their imprisonment in those featureless egg shaped encasements. I seem to remember that cream color material being associated with something in a bondage and restraint catalogue my master had a while back. It seemed that the material can actually permanently bond to any portion of the human body even to the point of infiltrating into the very tissue. Quite permanent. I doubt that this boy would ever again be using his hands. Except if and when released from their unique yoke when their small rounded current renditions might be stuffed into some hole somewhere. Since the boy was no doubt modified to stay his small diminutive size and age – as usually Mr. Bud Buddingo's tactic – his small boy hands would need no room for expansion. And also as in Mr. Buddingo's usual style, if rumor be true, this current boy would keep his interest for several months and then no doubt become a play thing ensconced somewhere in one of the many of the Xanadu resort's boy brothels or dungeons, or some other compound or enclave. I was also wondering if the small boy was in constant thrall to his genitals, or if he had moments of reprieve.

There was absolutely no sound coming from the boy's throat thus I suspected that he had also been muted. But he could sure wiggle and squirm a lot as he was trying so desperately to touch his long monstrosity of a penis onto something. But Mr. Bud Buddingo was easily able to keep the boy in check with only one hand. I was also wondering how such a small boy could keep such huge testicles charged up. Perhaps a specially modified metabolism.

All the while my master was listening to the lawyer. (At least he is no longer touching that certain control).

"… So as you can see, there is absolutely no confirmable information available right now to indicate that the boy we have just today added to our faun compound, now going by the name of Puck, is not legitimately a Class Three Slave. As you know we have quite a bit of money invested into this specific property and his sexual services will certainly command quite huge fees. He is a very valuable piece of property and thus we surely would like this problem dealt with forthwith."

At that moment a voice only com call came through to Mr. Bud Buddingo, and all I heard was several grunts, one yes, two no's, and a parting order.

"Good, I am quite pleased. This one should become quite a draw. And how about bringing that other cute faun also. That Tango, slightly older in looks. According to the computer assessment of the sensors placed into our new faun and other monitor readings, this Tango seems to have a calming influence on our new animal. So yes, bring it too."

Strange, it almost seemed as if he considered this rendition of Tommy Vescu as an animal. While renewing his attack on the engorged penis again of his own 'little animal,' Bud Buddingo nodded towards his brother who had momentarily stopped the proceedings just to get this information.

Mr. Ted Buddingo took note also of his brother's renewed ministrations on the boy's fifth appendage, together with a now simultaneous attack on the small boy's butt hole and rectum – the butt plug now lying on the small side table. The boy in question was starting to shake his legs wildly and making a renewed effort to extricate his small hands from their yoked confinement. If that cum fountain ever erupted I was wondering if the furniture here had

stain resistant fabric. I also wondered what he thought of his brother's strange predilection for modifying small boys in unusual ways.

Mr. Ted Buddingo turned his attention back to his guest, only mildly surprised to note that his guest's slave seemed to be quite attentive not to his master, but to everything else that was going on. He had a hasty but thorough inquiry made into the man's background and had been informed that this man was quite resourceful, very successful in his own profession, and in most situations including this one, could possibly even be trusted.

"I would like to inform you Mr. Dumitrov that information concerning your, let's call it your 'quest,' has reached me from several sources. My lawyer," nodding towards the man next to him, "is quite ready to provide corroborating documentation that will prove to any court of law, even to any Slave Court, that the Buddingo Enterprises has been uninvolved in this alleged tampering with Slave Authority records or with any alleged switch of slave boys."

My master smiled and spoke: "I am certain that all parties concerned want a just and shall we say hassle free resolution to any possible problems associated with this 'alleged' switch of slaves which MAY have caused the alleged illegal assignment of a Class One Indenture to some rather startling and extreme physiological and neurological modifications."

Mr. Ted Buddingo's smile needed work. "Good. I greatly appreciated the information given to me by you in advance of your precipitous arrival. And if my information concerning certain air maneuvers by your startlingly unorthodox pilot is even partly accurate, I might just like to invite this most accomplished pilot for a possible demonstration of his piloting skills, subject to his master's concurrence of course. In addition, my brother and I would also like to offer to you and your pilot a free stay at any of our accommodations at our Xanadu resort, at your future convenience of course."

"Thank you, Mr. Buddingo. I am certain that my …pilot …would be most anxious to obey his master IF I should choose to allow him to grant your first request. As to the second, I am sure that a short vacation, after the resolution of this current difficulty, would be quite in order. To include within it a stay here would be greatly appreciated."

Kon Yan

Mr. Ted Buddingo smiled and replied: "The information you have provided, together with that from other sources, has already been put to use. There are a significant number of people now working on finding confirmation, and others ironing out any necessary actions on my part to help resolve this matter, without any unwanted complications especially legal ones. I assure you that I would not be adverse to 'greasing the wheels' as they say, to make sure all parties concerned can come to a meeting of the minds."

My master merely nodded and then asked: "If it could be arranged, I would most definitely appreciate having a short conversation with this new faun. I am certain in my own mind of his previous identity, but nothing like speaking to the crux of this entire problem itself. And of course, be able to reassure his anxious mother as to her son's well being, and whereabouts."

I pondered: "Being unlawfully made a Class Three Slave, and modified into a faun – could this be considered "well being"?

"Certainly, Mr. Dumitrov," Mr. Ted Buddingo replied. "I will appreciate your participation in, and any future cooperation you may wish to give. And let me assure you that to reach a resolution to this problem will gain our cooperation as well. I believe that we can work together on this to reach, shall we put, it a final resolution, in which all parties concerned, including the boy's mother of course, could be satisfied with. And as to your quite reasonable request, I would certainly think it perhaps even the next step in resolving this situation. In fact my brother has brought the faun in question to a convenient meeting area within our Xanadu resort but a short distance away by aircar. In fact we could leave immediately. Would that be satisfactory, Mr. Dumitrov?"

"Lead the way."

I, for once, did not know what my master was thinking about the entire situation, but I assumed that he was not particularly overjoyed. He hates to have things out of his control. And I was also quite excited about actually seeing one of these unique creations of the BoyToy labs. It was almost mind-boggling. To actually see a character out of fiction. I real live faun!

Mr. Ted Buddingo touched a spot seemingly in mid-air and a voice answered: "The small grav-car is ready Mr. Buddingo. South portico." He then gestured for us to accompany him.

Apparently his brother was not coming, as he appeared to be quite engaged with his boy. In fact, as we were leaving the room, I could hear several high pitched tremulous squeals from a boy whose anal orifice had just been abruptly impaled on his owner's rather large penis, and was now being bounced up and down, apparently by some unseen grav device, while his mammoth penis was being almost brutally abused. (My assumption of the boy being permanently mute was apparently incorrect. I suppose that the boy's ability to speak could be turned off and by some control in his owner's possession). I was surprised that there were no servants (or even slaves) in the mix as we were shown to the 'south portico" where a state of the art grav vehicle was awaiting. These were notoriously difficult to handle and … well I suppose for the Buddingos, expense was immaterial.

On the flight, which felt almost like an amusement ride as the vehicle took off almost perpendicularly at high acceleration, I overheard Mr. Buddingo ask his lawyer for the latest updates on the issues pertaining to this faun in question. I did not hear the answer. But I did hear him speak to my master in a way which could have been interpreted as a subtle threat.

"I would like you to know that there could be three obvious reasons why we should be judged totally non-complicit in any possibly misdeed. One, to attempt such a switch involving the alteration of Slave Authority's records, is not very intelligent. Two, IF we had arranged it, it would NOT have been discovered. And three, we are so rich it would be really unnecessary. We have after all already found six perfectly good subjects for this particular boy animal conversion. I suspect the person or people complicit in this alleged criminal activity are probably impecunious morons. We ourselves do not precipitate potential problems, we make them go away."

Just before we landed within a segment of forest and meadow deep within the near entrance of a veritable gorge, Mr. Buddingo again leveled a subtle threat. He had been answering a question by my master concerning his brother.

"Bud is a superlative administrator of many portions of our far flung empire including this quite handsomely flourishing resort. But compared to me, he is a quite given to sentimentality. And in counter point to his behavior of previous years, that slave boy he has with him has been an inseparable companion now for several years. That tyke, I believe, is in his third or forth genetic reconstruction, and in fact is near 10 years old. So you see; it is myself with whom you might have to decide whether you want as a friend or enemy. I can be a very good friend."

Tommy (now Puck)

But the other two – garnering the attention of the guards, but seeming nonplussed, just smiled. I mean one did. He was an obvious slave. But Holy Havens of Human Hauteur! What was it with people with small slave boys, and feeling the need to parade them around in such a manner?

And what was happening? Now I was REALLY curious, but my collar informed me to remain quiet until asked to participate. No matter. I felt strangely no urgency to do anything other than simply await events – which upon thought made me think that more was done to me than I so far understood. My memories certainly made me realize that this was not entirely my normal personality. I would await events.

Which quickly unfolded.

It was the big one – the one who actually OWNED me? – who first spoke. He had consulted a small com unit with a virtual screen and then turned towards me. I didn't know how to react. I was quite inexperienced in being a slave. So I just knelt there, trying not to shake.

"It seems that you, Puck, are perhaps not whom we have been led to believe."

Wow! Finally! Will I finally get back to being just a 6 year Indenture?! But damn, what would I do after? And really, as valuable as people seem to claim that I am as a Class Three Sex Slave, and faun, can I even reasonably expect to ever be released from my slavery after 6 years? And it just occurred to me. If someone actually asked me who I was, by name, before being a slave, I couldn't tell them. They erased that from my memory!

The big guy – my owner – then spoke quietly with the guy next to him and then they both consulted that com unit which had now been placed on a table.

Then he again addressed me: "This person sitting there happens to be someone apparently looking for you. His name is Mr. Dumitrov."

I was still in a quandary.

"According to him, you are one Tommy Vescu. Is this the case? I command you to answer truthfully."

I felt a weird compulsion. And answered: "Master, I do not know."

A small furor ensued until one guy mentioned something about my partial memory erasure. That Dumitrov person seemed a bit perturbed. Could he be on my side?

Then a quite large virtual 360-holo screen appeared. Quite the ultimate in technology. He merely addressed it verbally.

"Data. (pause) Confidential files. (pause) Slave holdership, Xanadu resort. (pause) One Class Three Slave, designation N 188-3382-28 CL, formerly Boniface VonDamon, now with nom de guerre 'Puck'."

And two separate 360-holos appeared five feet [1½ m] away. Mighty Mendacious Machinations of Mechanization! They were both of me! Before and after shots so to speak. But who was this Boniface person? And I was definitely not supposed to be a Class Three Slave that every body has been treating me as.

Did someone get me mixed up with this Boniface boy! But my collar reminded me not to interfere when I made the barest move to speak. Damn, that collar!

Then I was again addressed: "I take it Puck, that this image is of you. Do you have any memory which would dispute any of the included information you just heard? Again, I command you to speak the truth."

My feet, or rather my goat-type cannons were literally shaking. Finally! I might have to start in believing in some form of providentiary being.

I replied by compulsion: "Master. These images are of myself. But I have no recollection of any Boniface VonDamon. But since I can not remember my family name, I can not be sure if I am indeed, Boniface VonDamon. However, master, I certainly know that I was never legally designated a Class Three Slave, nor was that my slave designation."

Then that other guy spoke: "Mr. Buddingo, no declaration made by a Class Three Slave is legally probative. Furthermore, this slave, regardless of how it happened, according to the records of the Unified Slave Authority, was legally purchased at the state sanctioned Calais Slave Auction in legal agreement with a representative of South Bhat'u Province Slave Authority. He was legally brokered by the Acme Slave Brokerage from that same province. Everything is quite in order. His auction price was 300,000 BHU. It simply does not matter now just who he might have been."

At that one of the guards lightly whistled at the mention of the price.

"As I was saying. He was auctioned off for 300,000 BHU, and we were happy to obtain him so cheaply. I assure you Ted, that any knowledge or evidence this person claims to have about this slave having been one Tommy Vescu is irrelevant. That faun is now, and is permanently, the property of Buddingo Enterprises, under the auspices of the Xanadu Pleasure Dome Resort."

Mr. Buddingo did not appear happy. "Well, there is one difficulty. If there was a switch in the Slave Authority records, as this Mr. Dumitrov believes, then there would be quite a legal difficulty concerning the current legal slave status of this faun slave. Of course regardless of former identity, even if he is only this 6 year Indenture, he is still our property for at least those 6 years. It then devolves to the matter of two things. We could possibly make a legal case, because of the investment made, that this slave should be redefined as a Class Three Slave. The only person of legal standing who would probably try to contest that redesignation would be a family member. And I suspect that because of the slow and unwieldy machinations of out legal system, I assume that this slave could be in its dotage before we run out of legal maneuvering. That also supposes that this family member could even afford those years of expensive litigation. The second is any culpability inherent in the illegal modification of a Class One Indenture. On that I have absolutely no doubt that we would prevail in exonerating ourselves."

Mr. Dumitrov then spoke up. "I am sure that size of one's war chest will prevail. However, there is one additional factor to consider. We must still make the actual decisions. We must decide what exactly will happen to Tommy, now one Puck, should that we still have within our province to have the Slave Courts redesignate him a Class One Indenture, and are his mother's concerns to be considered?"

Several people tried to speak at the same time and it seemed no one was agreeing with anyone else.

Finally Mr. Buddingo spoke. "All this speculation is irrelevant. I will decide. And Mr. Dumitrov, I have one question for you. Would you allow me to address a question to your slave with your authority to act 'in tempora persona.' (Meaning with temporary full command authority over his slave).

And THAT seemed to get Mr. Dumitrov's eyes widened.

He replied. "As to the first, I would be glad to assist in this but only if you adjudicate this matter close to my satisfaction. And as or questioning my slave in this manner, for what purpose?"

"I promise to only ask him, in main, one question. And you may ask me to retract that question before you command your slave to answer it. I assure it will probably be to your advantage. I recognize the fact that, while YOU may be mendacious, whereas your slave, if commanded properly, will speak the truth."

At this the slave widened his own eyes, but stayed in full formal deportment. Mr. Dumitrov seemed to ponder for a moment and then replied: "The command authority is N 12-3481-3 PB / au x 4450/34g."

I could see his slave visibly upset yet make no move or sound.

Mr. Buddingo then spoke to this Dumitrov's slave. "Slave N 12-3481-3 PB, I require your attention."

"Yes master." It was enunciated with the slightest of quivers."

"Do you recognize that your master has given me permission to question you?"

"Yes master."

"Good. Therefore slave N 12-3481-3 PB, authority x 4450/34/22g, I command you to truthfully answer me this question: Do you have any information which would indicate to me that your master is lying about the identity of this slave before us, mon de guerre 'Puck,' and currently shown in the 360-holo, is indeed formerly one Tommy Vescu, or seeks anything but his best interest or his mother's?"

The little, well trussed boy seemed to shudder and in what seemed to be a purely mechanical voice spoke: "No master."

"I relinquish authority x 4450/34/22g."

The slave almost fell but soon got command of himself. Tears were flowing from his eyes.

Mr. Buddingo gave out a big sigh, and turned to his visibly upset lawyer. "For now I will address this … difficulty, as if this slave, 'Puck' is indeed one Tommy Vescu, and originally given Indenture designation I-69-9934-2 PB, and indeed is not the Class Three Slave, designation N 188-3382-28 CL, formerly Boniface VonDamon." He gave another sigh and added: "Confirm all this as quickly as possible and find out all you can. And bring to me the agent who sold this slave to us. Use any resource, even Delta Q if you absolutely must, but I want to have this person before me by 11 am tomorrow!"

At the mention of the name 'Delta Q,' the lawyer seemed to visibly blanch, but quickly left which merely the reply: "Yes sir."

Then Mr. Dumitrov, I was surprised to see, ignored every one but his slave, and quickly removed all its slave accessories except for its butt plug and genital control, and of course his collar, and cuffs. He picked up the still crying boy and spoke with considerable emotion.

"Boy, relax from formal mode."

The boy melted into the man's body and wept uncontrollably, gripping his master fiercely. His master was trying to console him. I did not quite understand the slaveboy's problem.

But nevertheless it now engaged even the attention of Mr. Buddingo who announced: "Sorry to do that to your slave but its was by far the easiest way. I still must discover exactly what has happened and verify that this faun is who you say he is, but for now I will act as if this were the truth."

Mr. Dumitrov spoke quietly to his slave: "Boy, I know that you can not understand completely. But I believed it to be a necessary pragmatic move. We will discuss it at length later."

"Yes master. It was just so horrible. To be commanded by another master."

The slave was gradually recovering. And I was astonished that the slave's master removed the thing on his genitals and started fondling them right in public. The boy closed his eyes and pressed himself into the body of his master.

Then during the next 40 minutes, with even a bit of input from Tongo about how I was 'settling in, and his evaluation of me,' even though he only knew me for less than 20 hours, Mr. Buddingo and this Mr. Dumitrov settled my future without ever ONCE consulting me, or even allowing me to utter one word!

I realized later that it was probably the best he could have done for me in the circumstances – notable that indeed I WAS A FAUN and would spend the next 12 years (at least) in the Faun Compound in the Xanadu Pleasure Dome resort. And Mr. Buddingo himself would quietly have legal papers drawn to have me designated a 12 year Indenture. (Not 6)!

Among other things, my Mom and brothers get another great big wad of money and I could get one week off to visit each year. And after 6 years, I was to allowed a mediator from the Unified Slave Authority to 'renegotiate' my status and the particulars of my services for Mr. Buddingo, if I so chose, though I would still remain in Indenture for the remaining 6 years. But Mr. Buddingo made a remark which has me still in a quandary and wondering. He offered to make a wager with Mr. Dumitrov, at 100 to 1. That I would opt to remain a Class Two Slave at the end of those 12 years, if not sooner! That I would opt to remain a slave for life! And most upsetting was that Mr. Dumitrov declined the wager!

There was also part of the deal where the courts were to get involved. If and when the culprit (or culprits) were found.

For the last 30 minutes or so of their hashing out of what would happen, I swear they totally forgot about myself and Tongo still kneeling there. Or maybe not – we were only slaves after all. Just after my owner left, that Mr. Dumitrov even spoke to me for a few minutes. He said that my owner was so rich that even he could not stand against him.

"Hay look kid. It's really in your best interest to be the slave you now are."

Easy for him to say. I'm the slave, and now for 12 years! I consoled myself with the fact that it was only for 12 years. It could have ended much worse. He just chuckled. What does he know that I do not?

Of course part of me was not especially worried about another 6 years. I still remembered that sex episode with the doctor. And a very large part of me WANTED to be a sex slave! My penis was twitching at the thought. It is an amazing feeling having such an intimate part of you inside a fleshy sheath. I then started wondering what it will be like to have that genital guard off permanently. A perverse part of me wanted it not only off, but to give into that animal part of me. They said that my brain pathways had been augmented. That my natural desires to be dominated and sexually passive were greatly strengthened. And any of my scruples and inhibitions had been eliminated. I had to admit that I remembered feeling a bit guilty when I realized I liked the idea of being in that boy brothel, …but now nothing.

Well my Mom and brothers will do well at least.

When I finally finished speaking to this Mr. Dumitrov, his slave was telling me how they got involved in even looking for me. I was quite startled to discover that although a Class Three Slave, he couldn't ever think of wanting to be anything else but his master's slave. He also was squealing quite loudly with I think three of his master fingers up his butt hole and the other hand fondling his open genitals. And I swear the slave was in the throws of an intense orgasm when we were leaving. I swear! What a strange new world!

By the time we were returned to the sleeping barn, we were quite tired. And Tongo was told he no longer had permission to penetrate me.

I was surprised at his phlegmatic reaction: "Well we ARE slaves. We have no choice but to behave. And anyway, there's LOTS of good sex tomorrow!"

When we entered the barn, four others were already quite fast asleep. Two were paired up and sleeping in the same stall. The other two fauns were asleep in two other stalls. I was intrigued by the fact that indeed, with the surroundings, one might very well think of the four of them as animals. But I was even more intrigued even more by the fact that I was looking at four more creatures like myself! Tongo stated that the missing faun, named Tumnus, was probably still with a client. The other four were Forrest, Yaxin, Peter, and Bantu. (As best as I could understand the names as they were pronounced). The latter faun, Bantu, was a much smaller faun that even myself, and who seemed to engender within me a feeling I could not quite identify but nonetheless gave me a strange sense of endearment. And Bantu was quite cute with an exotic pattern to his furred portions incorporating very small irregular patches of tan, brown, black, and slate which from a distance all blended into a general coffee brown color. His face seemed a bit less animal like with a shorter muzzle than the others. But what struck a cord in me – one that seemed to attract me in a way I'd never before experienced to anyone – not just the skin underlying his animal parts were black, but he was black all over. And now that I think about it, even the human overlay of his face was quite Negroid in ancestry – quite unusual on Bundus III, even in the human boy population. But unfortunately that one good glance was all I would get this night.

I had to use a bit of self control, along with the help of a small nudge by my collar, to let them all be, especially Bantu, and bed down. Of course just being curled up with another individual was something that was greatly satisfying both sensually and emotionally. Quite a new experience for me in any incarnation. I reveled in the feeling of Tongo's body next to mine.

But even peaceful embrace of a body next to mine could not stop some restlessness. I quivered with the thought. I WAS going to be with clients TOMORROW! SEX! I had difficulty getting my mind around that! And wow, it sure felt so great being in Tongo's arms – smelling his strange but alluring musty scent – and falling to sleep. Even all the thoughts swirling about my mind couldn't stop my almost collapse into the land of Morpheus.

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