Dirt

Xanadu Pleasure Dome

Part I The Stables

A BoyToys, Inc. Universe story

Chapter 5
Malachi: Acquisition

Thus when he discovered that his parents were about to commit him to the state run Institute of Moral Behavior Re-education, which seemed to have almost destroyed his older cousin more than a year ago, the unfortunate Malachi did the only thing he could think of. He fled his home in the middle of the night to a place in whose existence he was not certain he believed. But in his desperation he sought out the place to which his older cousin supposedly escaped soon after being returned home from the Teen Behavioral Conversion Unit of that same institution to which he was to be 'enrolled' for the good of his immortal soul. Malachi had been totally appalled listening to his cousin's story and heartless treatment. He remembered it like it was yesterday instead of almost a year ago.

Malachi replied to the last of a string of impossible to believe depredations to which his 14 year old cousin had been the recipient. "I don't believe you. No one would do that to ANY boy."

Amos, his lighter skinned cousin, abruptly stood, opened his cloak and removed his trensures (ritually blessed underclothing). "There!" he cried, displaying his encased genitals.

Malichi looked with a combination horror and curiosity. There fitted to his cousin's young pubescent genitals was a severely curved framework of thin metal rods and rings with his glans totally covered. Even his testicles were confined to their own skeletal network of metal. There also seemed to be a small rod sticking out of his piss slit. "Does it hurt?"

"Like hell if I start having impure sex thoughts. And when I start feeling aroused by perverted desires I get a pain that has me writhing on the floor until I stop." This last response was delivered by a cousin with tears now freely dripping down his cheeks.

Almost as if to prove his words Amos dropped to the floor and grabbed his genitals for a few seconds while screaming in pain. He eventually stood and shakily stated: "Damn! I did it again."

"Did what again?"

"Thought about boys."

"Boys? That's IT?"

"It's hard to even think about sex with this thing on me. But I couldn't help it, honest! But I can only get excited about naked boys, not girls. My parents said that I needed to get cured."

Malachi was not just appalled and horrified, but was now totally frightened. Because he was starting to discover that he too might be one of those despicable perverts – a boy who 'liked other boys.' But he was fighting that self appraisal for the time being and was certainly NEVER going to admit to it to others even if he eventually had to admit it to himself.

That was when Amos told him about a place he could go – in the old warehouse district – where he could seek asylum, a concept Malachi was barely able to grasp. "A guy at the Institute gave me the address and the code words. As soon as I get the nerve that's where I'm headed."

That had been several months ago and young Malachi, even if his parents didn't realize that their own youngest son was also such a pervert – at least he was coming to that inevitable conclusion – DID know that their son was in severe need of 're-conversion' away from his expressed 'heretical thoughts' and lack of 'religious fervor.'

And thus it was in the middle of a dark winter night when a non-descript man, in a non-descript ground car picked up a thoroughly frightened but determined boy named Malachi. An hour later this non-descript man's own eyes delighted in the visage of such a beautifully formed and dark mahogany colored boy of strong Negro pedigree as the boy lay totally naked before him. He could not restrain his hands from roaming over the delightfully velvet black skin of a boy tightly tethered by real bonds – and not the more modern micro force fields – to a medical examination and automatic diagnostic table.

The boy was trying his best to escape the tight restraints holding him in a tight spread-eagled configuration with additional restraints about his slim waist and across his beautifully ribbed boy's chest. And he was appalled at his own reaction to the man's ministrations as he delighted not just in the touch across his chest and stomach, but also up his inner thighs. And some perverse attribute of his sexuality seemed to make him go entirely passive as the man started fondling his pitch black genitals just approaching the cusp of pubescence. A good part of him delighted in the man's ministrations even if he was still giving token attempts at resistance now and then. But his movements were now provoked by the intense pleasure he was feeling and no longer by any intent to evade his body's molestation. For the very first time in his young life Malachi finally admitted to himself without reservation that he was just like his cousin Amos. He wondered if this was the same thing that had happened to him. Amos had just disappeared a couple months ago and no one in his family ever heard from him or about him again.

Now Malachi saw his so-called rescuer took off his own clothes and started forcing the his young boy's mouth open pushing his huge penis inside.

The man himself took visual delight of having his own pale member entering the contrasting black formation and lusciously full lips of a boy whom he believed had never before been so invaded.

Young Malachi judged the 7 inch [18 cm] member to be huge. He opened his mouth in a mixture of revulsion, fear of punishment, slight curiosity, and amazingly strong arousal. An arousal he had never before felt even close to this intensity before. A few minutes later he was avidly slurping and sucking at the man's urging as he felt the man's own hands now masturbating his slender and sensitive nearly 5 inch [12½ cm] penis. Then he felt an indescribably flood of sensations as the man leaned on top of his small body and thrust one of his fingers where NO ONE should EVER touch another person – right into his anal ring and even inside his rectum. The very idea sent waves of revulsion through young Malachi's brain but soon only all he was intent on was the amazing sensations traveling through his inexperienced body. Finally the young boy felt a totally amazing series of intense waves of pure pleasure emanating in waves from his groin. His body bruised itself against his restraints as spasms after spasm wracked his body and reflexively tightened his anal sphincters against the invading finger and gave a last strong suck on the man's invading penis. As his own orgasm was finishing – though still not producing sperm was nonetheless way over and above anything he had ever experienced by his own Onanistic sin – he was trying to cope with the flood of liquid flooding his own mouth. He swallowed some – the man amazed at the boy's reflexive swallowing and delighting in the feeling – but most of it gushed from his small mouth and down his face from his tilted head. The man then released the boy's bonds to get him ready for transport.

Feeling vaguely guilty and absolutely chagrined at his own momentary weakness giving in to the moment of sexual arousal, the small naked black boy took off at a sprint toward the door at the other end of the darkened warehouse. Twenty strides away he touched the control pad to open a door which the display indicated as unlocked. Freedom was a bare (pun intended) 2 feet [60 cm] away. The man stood back up while redressing and just watched in amusement. He was a professional agent of BoyAbductions, Lmt., but was now 'acquiring' a boy on pure speculation with no actual contract. And he had everything under control. This young boy would in fact be the sixth one he'd gathered by this same ruse. The person at the Institute would receive a sixth bonus. And he would sell one more boy to the highest bidder at the Bi-Annual New Caldonia Slave Auction. The last boy, by the name of Amos, brought a substantial profit and was currently chained – quite literally – within a 'service module' in a mid-scale boy-brothel in the famous Black Pirate's Resort on the Isle of Worthe. With the newest anti-maturation drug regimens and the newest implants, Amos will not only keep his young teen looks, his small and trim body, and modest genitalia, for at least 15 to 18 years, he would be 'encouraged' to take delight in servicing his dozen or more clients per day…, every day.

After years of such service, most of these boys usually find themselves either 'reeducated' for domestic service because they usually made very loyal personal servants, or else sold as semi-skilled workers in factories and/or manufacturing plants, forever chained (most commonly in pairs) in modular working units. These slaves were almost always easy to train and control, and usually wore genital rings which 'encouraged' total submission.

But he suspected young Malachi will probably have a more 'interesting' future. He sure hoped so – he'd get a better price for him. The medical readout just obtained indicated that not only was this boy drug and disease free and a prime candidate for registering as a class three sex slave, but might even be accepted for modification by the BoyToys, Inc. labs. Matched against their payment, even the exorbitant Initiation Slave Tax would become a pittance.

Shortly after the unfortunate Malachi was stunned almost senseless by touching the jury-rigged door control, he found his naked body being forcibly invaded by all manner of strange, and scary attachments. And he fought the entire way.

The man, now fully clothed, was again getting quite aroused as he was forcing his will on the small struggling boy. He liked manhandling small boys in such an intimate and forceful way. He liked forcing his will on them and reveled in their useless struggles.

Malachi struggled in desperation as he felt his naked body being invaded with weird and scary things. First there was the horrible thing forced into his mouth. The man had simply pressed down on his neck with a hand he was incapable of resisting even pulling for all he was worth with both hands and flailing his leg. He eventually opened his mouth as per instruction fearing he would be strangled. The object didn't seem to bad until it began to swell stretching his mouth to its widest extent. His muffled screams barely escaped his now muffled throat.

"Struggle all you want boy; it will only give me greater enjoyment. And if you keep struggling I will make that thing in your mouth extend a tube well into your throat."

In fact the man WANTED to do this and invited the boy's reaction. He was not disappointed as the boy tried to pull the invader out of his mouth. He touched a control on the exposed front of the mouth gag and indeed the boy gave out a gurgling muffled scream as a large tube forced its way down the boy's throat. The boy started crying in frustration feeling the uncomfortable invader. And then panicked as he realized that he could no longer breathe! Now his struggles became near manic as the man had to struggle himself to hold the boy down and at the same time push the breathing tube into the boy's nose. Finally he was successful and as he released it a tube extended from it and the boy emitted high pitched throat noises as he felt the tube snake its way into the back of his nostril and finally into his throat as it seemingly found the boy's trachea as if by magic. Malachi finally was able to refill his almost totally empty lungs. He momentarily stopped his struggles as he looked into the man's smiling face. At least he could breath again even if his mouth and throat felt totally stretched by the invading instruments of an advanced science. But he found he could no longer make the slightest of noises.

"See boy. It is not my intention to harm you. Just get you ready for shipment."

Shipment! Shipped where?! This was totally crazy. But Malachi felt his own body turning traitor as he started experiencing an almost overwhelming sexual arousal. He was totally conflicted as part of his brain was telling him to resist at all cost while another small segment was almost causing him, without any conscious decision, to remain passive and just 'enjoy' what was happening. It was his determined independent nature which won the internal struggle as his body renewed its outward one.

The man smiled as he was again forced to hold the boy down onto the padded table. Almost all the other agents would have brought the boy into total chemical submission, but he reveled too much in what to him was a very real sexual experience of physically subduing the young boy. In fact on past occasions he had gotten so involved that he had orgasmed spontaneously before he could release his own slave boy from his current confinement and push his penis into his inviting black anal ring and well into the boy's velvety interior. He looked over to the corner of the room and could see his own boy looking out of his peep hole in his own confining boy cage.

Although it could not be seen, the man's slave boy smiled – as much as his gag allowed – anticipating the intense sex session which he would soon be engaged in with his master. Things like this always got his master so churned up, that he frequently dispensed with the usually moderate pre-torture 'tune-up.' Even though he'd been his master's slave for more than 15 years, the never aging 9 year old, though almost inured to the frequent moderate torture, so enjoyed those long and intense sex sessions which frequently could last half the night, and which made him forget for those several hours that he was a slave, conditioned to frequent severe bondage, and trained to absolute obedience. The boy also knew that his black velvety skin, though of a subtlety different tone than the almost 'purplish' black of the boy his master was currently kidnapping, was an absolute turn on for his master. He closed his eyes as a small jolt from his massive butt plug momentarily captured his attention. But he was back 'smiling' – at least internally – as he watched his master continue preparing the captured boy for shipment.

The man realized that the boy Malachi had to be restrained in some way for him to ready him for shipment. While holding the boy's upper body he simply grabbed the boy's genitals and started squeezing. Not enough to injure them but enough to elicit a scream and limited cooperation. While holding the crying boy's testicles he quickly wrapped his upper body with a wide force band with his arms crossed over his chest.

The whimpering boy felt defeat at he was forced to obey. He soon was unable to move his arms as they were banded against his body and then things got hopeless as the man attached another force band around his upper body and fastened it to the table itself.

"Frisky sucker aren't you boy? You'll make a great sex slave. A lot of guys like the cute frisky types."

Instead of intimidating the boy, the man's words had a different effect as the boy now struggled against his own nature and tried to quell the sexual arousal which was starting to grip him. The visual image of people using his body for sex, coupled with the man's hands all over him and especially his genitals was what finally curbed the boy's struggles. As the man started pushing that long thin tube right inside his penis he moaned in pleasure. He'd never even fantasized about such treatment of his private parts let alone experienced it.

"Just one more thing kid." And the kid was more aroused than frightened as a small cylindrical object was pushed right up his butt hole. And as the thing was inflated and made to adhere to the walls of his rectum while the man still had hold of his genitals, the boy felt an overwhelming feeling take control of his groin and he gasped in wonder at the amazing feeling suddenly spreading out into the rest of his body.

As the man watched the strong spasms of the boy's body he marveled almost in envy at the boy's ability to have another orgasm so soon after the first.

Malachi renewed his struggles all over again as the moment of sexual pleasure ran its course, but again he was no match for someone more than twice his size. But the sight of a weird looking box gave him motivation to renew his efforts as the guy tried to force his legs into its lower compartments. With brute strength the man forced first one foot and then the other into their slots and then pushed the boy all the way in. By this time the boy was totally exhausted and the working of his arms into their respective sleeves was almost anticlimactic. The boy was now held in a sitting position as the back of the container was pushed up against his back. As it clicked into place Malachi shouted as he felt something grab his penis and he felt something connect with both the plug in his butt and the tube just showing at the end of his piss slit. He started crying in frustration as he realized that he was truly in trouble. There was no getting out of this.

"Just one more important procedure boy and I am sorry but this will necessarily hurt just a bit."

The weary and now thoroughly frightened boy wondered what would be next. But his muffled words were barely heard let alone understood. But they didn't need to be as the man continued to explain.

"I'm not sure if you are aware of it, but your paranoid and controlling government attaches a transponder to each of its citizens at their six year medical evaluation."

Malachi was not sure what the guy meant. But he found out. The guy bent his head forward and touched something to the base of his skull just behind his right ear. He gave out a muffled scream as he felt a seriously strong sting. The man came away with a tiny spot of silver in his hand.

"See that boy? Your government uses these things so they can track its own people. This room is shielded but when we leave you could have been tracked, especially since I must have you smuggled you across a hostile border."

A spray of an analgesic and healing medication stopped the small amount of bleeding and all of the pain. The now weakly crying boy had trouble making sense of everything as attachments were made to his mouth gag and air intake and as the front of the cage pressed against his face. The thoroughly frustrated and now frightened boy felt the grav and micro force fields engage and silently screamed as he felt his entire body suddenly become totally unable to move. The boy did not realize it but he was now ensconced within a SafeSecure™ Transport Boy Cage, just about the safest way for a physically confined boy to be transported.

The man put the boy cage into its environment module – cleverly disguised both physically and with appropriate transponder codes – and readied it for its journey of more than a 1000 miles [1600 km] distant. He would meet it there almost three days later.

But now to attend to more exigent needs. The man opened the confining cage of his own slave boy, who even after 15 years could still cause his penis to expand almost painfully and his sexual libido rise to extreme levels. The extremely cute black boy had almost classical features and short hair which tightly kinked above his severely gagged and muzzled face. He lifted the boy out of his cage and placed him onto the floor. The boy was in extreme 'pet mode' with severely restricting hand pads and his feet forced into position just to the outside of his buttocks. A rigid though slightly cushioned figure '8' manacle was connected to a small guiche ring between his legs and secured to the root of his penis. It's two loops were secured about the boy's upper thighs and its outer loop about the corresponding ankle. The outer circle about the boy's ankle had another flattened loop which also circled about the bottom of the foot. The two strange manacles forced the boy to walk on his (fortunately) padded knees. A small strap was attached to the one from his muzzle at the back of his head and then to the back of the boy's upper harness, thus forcing the boy's head to look forward. A leash was then attached to the boy's permanent slave collar.

"Come boy."

The slave boy never seemed to react with wonder as his body 'automatically' followed his master's command which were spoken it what – to the boy – was recognized as his command voice. His type three 'obedience' collar seemed to somehow 'bypass' his own mind's 'volition center.' It was no longer a disquieting experience and in fact he now just allowed his body to 'follow orders' as he had long ago stopped his almost 'automatic' reaction to try to fight what his body was doing. He followed his master on all 'fours' and climbed into a large self contained home module which had it's own capability to either travel on the ground or fly in normal flight lanes.

That next morning the agent and slave were on their way to another rendezvous with a potential 'acquisition' while Malachi was secured in his own kind of 'home module' headed to the slave pens awaiting his auction in New Caldonia. The agent was smiling remembering his hours with his slave boy the previous night. He kept telling himself he had to keep his feelings for the boy 'in check.' The Slave Psychologist hammered it into him that he would do his special boy no good if he started treating him as anything other than a slave. But he was starting to wonder if his boy was ever aware of the warm feelings he was unable to contain as he lay there afterwards holding his (for the time being) totally unencumbered slave boy tightly in his cuddled embrace.

That next morning the boy in question was quite surprised when his master just 'asked' him to sit in the right hand seat as his master was planning their flight path. They had just watched the other boy secured onto a ground transport and the slave boy had an uncharacteristic thought flitter through his brain wondering how the other boy would cope with his soon to be status as a class three slave. Well, back to his own 'coping.' And at that thought he realized that somehow over the past years he had become content if not always happy in his absolute servitude. And he was starting to wonder about some of his master's recent reactions. He had always liked to cuddle with his slave at night after using his body for sex, but last night there seemed at times to be some additional 'feeling' seeping through. And he sure enjoyed it. And just now he was 'asked'! to take the right front seat. What was that all about? He wasn't sure just how to react and found it actually disquieting. He had so resigned himself to absolute submission. Oh well, he was the slave and if there was one advantage to that, at least in his secure situation, was that he needn't worry such things. He automatically placed his arms, legs, and head into their proper position. His master spoke a word and his extremities were automatically tightly secured into place, a plug entered his rectum and expanded, a sleeve captured his stiff penis and sent a wide catheter into his urethra, and finally a globe surrounded his now immobile head with its mouth force-feeding gag being secured into his toothless mouth. After all these years the boy luxuriated in the security of his class four confinement quite typical during his travels with his master.

As their vehicle took flight, almost directly below them a large ground transport was being scrutinize by boarder inspectors and after having received the security transponder codes of a container supposedly transporting prized Passaway Fruit to the markets to Karamesh, 500 miles [800 km] away, they barely gave it their attention as a bored functionary placed his official seal on its locking mechanism. In fact it contained the person of one Malachai Brown who had not stopped silently crying since he was awakened during the loading of his container earlier that morning. The boy realized that for all the extraordinary treatment he'd undergone, and the care taken to make sure he arrived at the Slave Auction a good distance around the world, he was NOT going to escape the inevitable – his legal affirmation as a class three permanent slave and his eventual sale to some hard to imagine master. The very idea was starting to actually sink into his consciousness, and the deeper it sunk, the heavier was his despair. And the heavier his despair, the greater his flow of tears. And this DAMNED cage – holy shit he was in a CAGE – allowed absolutely no movement. (At least he was not in any pain or even physical discomfort). And those parting words from that scary guy as he closed the only opening left – the one over his face – left him trembling.

"Just thought I should pass on a message from your cousin Amos. He wanted to make sure you didn't wind up in the same trap he did. He pleaded with me that if you'd ever call that same com number and give that same code, to please allow you to return home. I assured him I would. Just thought you should know. Right at this moment he is enjoying his duties as a sex slave in a boy brothel."

The guy saw the boy's eyes open wide. And remarkably, nothing he said was a lie. He just thought it made a great parting shot since he was so obviously disregarding his own assurances to Malachi's cousin. Of course the irony and the his deliberate duplicity was not lost on the soon to be slave boy. The last thing the boy heard was the man's laugh.

The only consolation Malachi could take from the man's cruel words that he remembered from the previous night was that at least Amos had thought about him. Amos had been so certain that not only would he be rescued, but his rescuers would have the technology to remove that horror from his genitals. Too bad his plea had no effect. Malachi was now wondering if everything the man said had been the truth. And he then remembered the last thing he'd said to his enraged parents as they prepared to send him to the Institute.

"What can a bunch of stupid people teach me about truth since they invent their own truth as needed."

Perhaps not the exact words, but he had heard that on a heretical Comcast the very last time he'd been visiting with his cousin Amos and sort of liked it. Right now he wished he WAS at that stupid Institute. That place he probably could have survived. But now despair was his only companion. And his damned traitorous penis which was sending contradictory signals of sexual arousal. And as his tears gradually dried he started wondering if just maybe his future might not be totally dismal. In a very perverse way a small portion of his brain kept sending him thoughts that he was in some strange adventure.

About a week later, the totally naked Malachai, as he was taken from the small barren room in which he had resided for two days, received word that he was now legally a class three permanent slave with essentially no rights. And that he was now being sent to a place called BoyToys, Inc. for some kind of modification. The very concept sent harrowing chills through his body. Soon he found himself in another of those confining cages on his way to discover his future. By this time almost all tears, together with his useless physical struggles, had been stilled as a steady determination seethed through him – he would NEVER give in!