Dirt

BoyToys, Inc.

Chapter 1
The FSF-12

The excited group of favored sales reps eagerly awaited the unmasking of the newest of the BoyToy models. A suave middle-aged man took the podium.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. My name is Boyton Forbes and I am the executive vice president of BoyToys, Inc. I see we have a good crowd here for unveiling of our new line of BoyToys. As you no doubt have seen in the promotional literature, we are excited to be not only presenting the latest models of our usual lines, but are happy to announce a completely new upgrade on one of our long time standard models, the FSF-12, and two entirely new models, the FTVS-1, and the PFSF-1. As you know, with the new revolution in both bioengineering, cybernetics, and in the newest gene-splicing techniques, we are now able to bring you production units that just a generation ago would have been merely someone's wet-dream. For today's presentation allow me to presently the renowned Dr. Maximillian Dogood. Doctor."

A rather young looking man, in good shape and a big smile entered the room. He seemed to have boundless energy and his enthusiasm was quite evident.

"Good afternoon gentleman. I am in charge of research and development at BoyToys, Inc. As you know there have been profound upgrades in current BoyToy selections over the past decade. However, the three models I will be showing you today would not even have been contemplated 10 years ago. The new gene-splice technology has revolutionized the industry. We are now able not only to give to you serviceable boys that will be able to fulfill your current needs and demands, but these new units will now be able to be kept in productive use for upwards of 50 to 60 years!"

The doctor was rightfully proud of this accomplishment and allowed the buzz to go around the room at such an astonishing pronouncement.

He continued: "With the latest technology and drug therapy, we can now hold off the onset of puberty in our new models permanently! This afternoon you will be viewing three models that are currently at the ages of 10, 12, and 14, in physical development, and none of which has been allowed to advance into full puberty nor will they ever. Fifty years from now their morphology will still exhibit the physical ages of 10, 12, and 14, and will have maintained their prepubescent looks."

"I know you are all anxious to see these new units so without any more preamble my assistant will bring in the first, a total remake of an old model, the new unit, the FSF-12!"

From the side door a young black man, totally naked except for a waist belt onto which were attached an obvious chastity device and the enlarged end of an obviously large butt plug. An indication that this young man was well endowed was that this chastity device was a full 10 inches [25 cm] in length even if the length had to be measured along a 2/3rds circle into which his penis was constrained to assume! There was a metal and leather collar around his neck, and a strap arrangement about his head that fitted a leather pouch over the bottom of his jaw and mouth. It could be supposed, by the way the man's jaw was distended, that within his mouth was a rather large mouth gag. The man also wore a set of shackles on his ankles attached to a set of metal and leather ankle bands. Similar bands encircles his wrists but these were unencumbered for now. The fellow appeared to be a healthy 20 to 25 year old of slim but toned build. It was assumed by all that this "assistant" was also the doctor's personal slave.

This assistant was leading on a chain leash, a much smaller black boy also almost completely naked. A few remarks expressing delight was elicited from the audience. This new boy was sheer perfection of boy pulchritude. He was slender with only the tiniest hint of musculature beneath, yet there was obviously not an ounce of fat. He too shuffled along as he was apparently hobbled by a stiff clear plastic rod about a foot [30 cm] in length. The boy's arms were trapped somehow behind him, so that he was a bit off balance as he entered. The boy's small testicles hung in a small pendulous sac between his legs and a perfectly proportioned penis stuck straight outward. It was pitch black in color and had a slight helmet shaped glans fronting a 4 inch [10 cm] penis – quite long for a 10 year old. It was seemingly as rigid as steel. Around the boy's neck was a dull finished metal collar about an inch [2½ cm] wide and perhaps a half inch [12 mm] thick. It was tight enough that it rested in the muscles of this boy's neck rather than resting on his collar bones. What was really strange, however, was the entirety of the boy's naked head seemed to be encased within a thin clear plastic or acrylic hood that conformed totally to the boy's face and naked head. Although it could be seen that the boy's eyes were open, they too, seemed to almost have on goggles as the encasement was total. The boy's mouth, was also being held fully open, and within the opening, part of the same encasement, appeared to be the only opaque portion of the encasement, white in color. The small prepubescent boy had no other adornment, except what appeared to be a small flattened ring of metal encircling his small testicle sac just below his stiffly and almost obscenely protruding penis.

The boy's posture appeared to be very tense and hesitant, as he seemed to scan the audience. His head seemed to turn with a jerky movement, and he seemed at the same time trying to move his arms which were apparently held fast behind his back.

"Stand still boy facing these gentlemen. We want them to see you."

The boy was apparently well trained as he instantly quieted his movements and faced the audience. The small whimpering noises that seemed to have been coming from the boy's throat also stopped.

The doctor continued. "Beautiful isn't he? Note that this is a total remake and upgrade of our FSF model 10b. This unit, as you can see, has been fashioned from a very black Negro boy and now exhibits a physical age of 10 years. However, please note that due to suggestions and numerous requests from our past customers, who wanted a boy capable of understanding more complicated instructions, this boy, when acquired five months ago, had a physical age of 12 years, and a mental age of 15. Through new gene splicing techniques, we were able to regress his physical appearance by almost two years. Specifics are in the brochure before you. Also note that because of this new ability, we can be much more discriminating when selecting a new recruit. For example, this boy was first determined by brain scan and other determining characteristics to be exclusively homosexual in orientation and of an extremely submissive nature. We have found out through the years, that these abiding mental characteristics provide us with units that in the long run provide the best service to our customers."

One potential customer asked question: "Doctor, may we ask exactly where you get your, ahem, recruits?"

"By all means. We have numerous agents throughout the 4 planet federation always on the lookout for potential subjects. This particular boy was one of several boys so far brought to our attention by a certain pediatrician, who shall remain anonymous for obvious reasons, over the past several years from the capital city of Devlon IV. As you well know that particular planet does not even allow consensual pediastery. However, he has been able to secretly test over a thousand prospective boys always on the look out for ones that would suit our particular requirements. Of course we must be careful when we later kidnap these boys so that the doctor remains entirely above suspicion. In the case of this unit here, he was kidnapped right out of his home during the night."

The same gentleman asked a further question: "What I am concerned about is this. What if, in some strange circumstance, the boy is asked who he is or where he is from, wouldn't that be able to put many people in jeopardy?"

"A very good question sir." The doctor then faced the boy and asked: "Tell me your name boy?" After a hesitation the doctor prompted: "Don't you know it?"

The child seemed to get moisture in his eyes and finally answered with a negative shake.

"I wanted to demonstrate that this boy is totally incapable of leading anyone back to his family or even his home town. Through advanced memory erasure techniques, about which I can divulge only little, this boy's memory of his family member's names, or any other name that could connect with his hometown have been erased. Although he still has memory of the people who had been in his life, he can never recall their names."

"Good gentlemen, let us continue." With that the doctor reached down and easily picked the boy up by his waist and placed him sitting on a high bench next to his podium. Immediately the small boy started to twist and turn and moan. There was a small murmuring coming the few gentlemen sitting in the front row.

"Ah, I can see that some of you have noted the small droplets of liquid dripping from the boy's erect penis. I would like to point out that this boy's original testicles have been replaced with the newest SEP units. These sexual enhancement producing units, when the boy is sexually aroused, secrete the very newest enhancement drugs. Also note that now the entire trunk of this boy's body has been made into an erogenous zone, hence what happened when I touched his slim waist. Only a few drops, and your libido, stamina, and general overall sexual enjoyment will be sharply increased. You will also note that with changes made in the boy's brain pathways, along with chemicals being produced by the boy's own greatly enhanced and enlarged prostate, this boy will forever experience a libido of a minimum 0.6 on the Menchner Scale. For those of you that are not familiar with this technical jargon, that would make this boy about three times as horny as the typical 17 year old when sexually aroused. Please also note that this current unit is also wearing the optional neural stimulator. It is that small band of metal you can see affixed to the boy's scrotum. If you would kindly turn to page 7 of your brochures, you can see by diagrams 12a through 12d, that there is a small projection of this ring that actually transects the boy's scrotum. This small rod passes through his scrotum and there are fine filaments which penetrate and are annealed to the nerves that previously enervated the boy's testicles. Watch what happens when I touch this remote."

Suddenly the boy gave out a deep throated whine and started dancing from leg to leg. Then the boy started a severe thrusting motion with his groin.

"Stop moving boy" the doctor commanded.

With what seemed to be monumental effort the boy quieted but still kept up a loud whimpering.

"Note gentlemen, that while this neural implant is firing, this boy 's libido will stand at a staggering level of 0.91 on the Menchner scale. Note that this would cause most men (or boys) to immediately start raping the nearest hole. With the boy's recent conditioning to obey all commands, he is only then with great effort able to stand relatively still."

The doctor hit the remote again and a quiet sigh could be heard from the boy's throat and he noticeably relaxed. The boy started to look at his audience again and seemed to be in severe embarrassment. Again he made a futile attempt to move his arms.

The doctor addressed the boy. "Boy, stand still. You know by now that your hands and arms are permanently encased behind you. You will never be able to use them again."

The boy stopped moving and gave out heart rending whimper.

"That brings us gentlemen to describe the specific features of this new enhanced model. Note first of all, the clear bands about his ankles. These bands are an inch [2½ cm] wide and appear on the surface to be about ¼ inch [6 mm] thick. However, they are not plastic as you might have guessed, but a revolutionary polymer that will actually bond with a person's body tissue under the right circumstances. Those bands you see extend an additional ¼ inch [6 mm] into the boys body and there are even additional tendrils that attach to his very bones. Needless to say they are very permanent. Now this rod that is also permanently attached can be used for a number of things. As it is now, about a foot [30 cm] long, it acts as a very effective hobble. Note that it only flexes at his ankles. Now observe what happens when I pull downward."

Immediately the rod grew in length until it was a full 3½ feet [1 meter] wide. This of course forced the boy's feet wide apart.

"Note now it is a very effective spreader bar. And again."

The doctor pushed upward and the bar retracted.

"The bar can be made to stop at any distance from 1 foot [30 cm] to 3½ feet [1 meter] merely by letting go. The bar is permanent. This boy will never walk normally again."

The doctor then turned the boy around and propped up his very cute butt. He then had his assistant wheel over an odd machine with a couple solid state controls and a long wand. "Watch the meter when I insert this variable width prong into the boy's rectum." The prong at this time was merely ½ inch [12 mm] thick. The boy let out a small moan upon penetration. Also the boy's rectum could be seen spasming upon the thin rod. "If you watch the screen you will note that the pressure upon the rod is very consistent with the normal rectum of a small boy of this one's size. However, watch as I press this remote. The reading doubled and then tripled; the small boy seemed to be in his own world and started moaning.

"The boy is showing extreme sexual arousal and even experiencing quite a bit of sexual pleasure himself. That was another observation we have made over the years. In spite of many people thinking that we merely have to train a boy correctly, we still get much better results if the boy enjoys what he is doing. Watch now as I hit his much enhanced prostate."

In seconds the boy started shuddering an emitting a solid moan that gradually reached higher and higher notes. The boy stayed in orgasm for more than a full minute before his passion started to subside. From his small but rigid penis came a small quantity of clear liquid. Just the sublimated effluvium from this gave just about every one in the room their own rigid boners. Those that didn't have one already.

"Note gentlemen that this clear liquid being produced by the boy, as I've said earlier, is a powerful aphrodisiac." The boy was still breathing heavily as the rod was removed from his rectum. The doctor then hit a control on the machine and the once thin rod expanded to a diameter of a full 2 inches [5 cm].

"Now watch and observe." With that, the doctor, holding the boy tightly, steadily pushed the now thick rod into the boy's rectum. There was a muffled squeal and the boy tried to escape the deep thrust, but the doctor resolutely held him and easily controlled the situation. The squeal came from deep in the boy's throat that increased in volume as the rod was pushed further and further. The doctor was undeterred by the boy's now heavy struggle and loud muted scream as thrust the rod in and out of the tiny butt hole. Then almost suddenly the boy quieted to a throaty moan and started shuddering again; he even started pushing his rectum onto the rod. This continued for several minutes whereupon the boy's rectum started spasming as the meter indicated.

"Note gentlemen that the boy's rectal grip with his greatly enhanced sphincter muscles will give anybody's penis quite a massage. Now watch as I remove the invading probe."

Quickly the boy relaxed his body but then started whimpering. Then shaking a bit as he looked back and tried in vein to impale himself upon the probe.

"We see the results of the extreme conditioning of this boy and the great enhancement of his sexual need. Also note the action of his small rectum. The person riding his little ass will get the fuck of his life. The rectum of this boy has been greatly strengthened and enhanced to provide all the tight feeling and muscle contractions one could possibly dream for. And with proper rectal maintenance it will never slacken off during the many years of service this unit can provide.

There was another question directed at the doctor.

"Doctor, what was happening when the boy seemed to be screaming and trying to escape the probe's penetration?"

"Good question. It just so happens that the particular buyer of this unit wanted this boy to feel some of the pain involved in thick penile penetration as normal for a little boy. He was feeling up to class two pain, significant but not excessive. But as you can see the boy's voice is quite muffled. When the pleasure of his own started, then the boy became a willing participant in his own fucking. Also, as it is shown in your brochures, depending somewhat on the original physical make up of the boy, specific models can be enhanced to take up to 3 inches [7½ cm] of diameter without any preparation or any chance of damage."

The passive nature of the boy or unit in question could be seen as the boy was now leaning back into the doctor, seemingly reveling in the tactile contact.

There was another question. "Doctor, I've noticed that throughout, even during his period of pain, that the boy has sported a quite rigid boner. Is this normal for this model?"

"Yes it is. The chemistry and glands of this unit will cause and permit this unit to maintain a near perpetual erection. Remember that this unit will always be experiencing some substantial measure of sexual need. He will always be ready to be used, either rectally, orally, or both. Now let us proceed with the review."

The doctor then told the boy to stand on top of the high bench. He immediately tried to obey but needed the doctor's assistance.

He turned the boy so that his back was to the audience. "Note that the boy's forearms and hands are also encased with his hands forever held in a small fist next to his elbows and behind his back. This is another measure to maintain complete and utter control of the unit. This clear covering is the same as that of his other bonds. It has fused with his very flesh and is permanent. This boy will NEVER use his hands and arms again. We have also implanted neural stimulators within the arms and hands which, when signaled during the unit's sleep and recovery periods, will maintain proper muscle bulk and tone."

There was an immediate question. "I noticed doctor that the boy occasionally tries to move his hands. Hasn't he been conditioned yet not to do that?"

"Actually that is a good question. It brings me to another subtle but what we think is a more charming response from the boy. What we did was to cause a chemical restriction in that small part of his brain which regulates the conscious regard of modesty. We stopped his brain from ever putting information of his nudity in front of others into long term memory storage. Remember when a teen, perhaps you had a dream of suddenly finding yourself in front of say your entire classroom, stark naked. That dream is a reality for this small boy, and further this condition will never change! His reaction is sometimes so strong that he tries to cover himself up in spite of 'knowing' that he can't."

There weren't few titters throughout the room. The doctor again turned the boy to the front.

"Next note the perfectly formed penis. This can give certain users hours of pleasure in sucking if they so desire. The skin and tissue has been so enhanced to be incapable of skin breakdown or chaffing. Also the unit will respond accordingly with near continuous orgasms so that the aphrodisiac produced by the boy's scrotum will continue to drip out. Next we come to the boy's nipples. These will be a source of greater stimulation for the boy, but considering that his entire body trunk is now a erogenous zone, you might not see a significant difference in response. At the neck we see a small metal collar. Its dimensions are given in your brochure on page 26. This is much more than a standard collar. Inside is a powerfully discriminating computer that regulates all sensory input that the boy receives. When the boy first started into this room he had to be led since the only sensory information he was receiving was the sight of my assistant who was leading him. Note the clear head covering. This covers eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. It is bonded permanently onto the boy's hairless skull and face. His head is permanently encased within. In conjunction with a small brain implant, this covering, and the computer in the unit's collar, with only one exception, ONLY commands and sensory input that is sexually stimulating to the unit will register in his brain. This is a vast improvement from older models of this same type. Neurologically, a person's brain takes at least a fourteenth of second before any sensory information registers in conscious thought. This processor notes the unit's reaction to any stimulus, decides if the boy's response is sexual, and if not, stops the sensory input from registering consciously by means of the brain implant. So folks. With the exception of direct commands, this unit will ONLY experience sensory input that elicit's a sexual response. This will allow this unit to function at a consistently much higher level and respond without unfortunate interruptions."

This brought a large murmuring response from the audience. One person finally asked the question that was on many people's minds.

"Doctor, you mean to say that this boy will never again have any experiences that are not sexual in nature?"

"Almost but not quite sir. All commands will be recognized even if not of a sexual nature. Also we are speaking of conscious regard. Those experiences which are neurologically reflexive will also register, such as pain if he is struck, or touch if he is touched, and so on."

"Doctor, what about the boy's conditioning? He seems quite willing to obey."

"Right you are. His conditioning, except for what I've already explained, consisted of nothing more than teaching him his trade so to speak. How to suck and fuck to put it crudely. The boy, however, before any commands were given, was fitted with a brain implant which monitors his response to commands. As soon as he consciously becomes aware of a command, with some necessary exceptions, he will immediately start to feel increasing measures of pure pain until he complies. The result is as you see. He instantly obeys MOST commands. The implant was also made to differentiate commands that would cause the boy physical harm and those are the exception. For example if one were to command the boy to sit onto a burning fire he is free to refuse."

"Doctor, can you explain a bit more about this new facial encasement as you described it. It looks like the boy's mouth is plugged or something."

"You note correctly. But let me start with the top and work down. First the eyes. The lenses allow free eye movement, but no passage of anything through the covering. The ears are covered, along with the nose. Note that small interior tubes, not apparent unless you peer quite closely, exit the mask only at the back of the neck. This allows the boy to continue breathing even if someone sits on his face. Also these tubes extend all the way into the boy's trachea. Thus no mater what is shoved down his throat, which can accommodate penises up to 10 inches [25 cm] in length and 2¼ inches [5.7 cm] in girth, he will still be able to breathe. By the way all his teeth have also been removed. There is also a new energy restrictive field at present at all times within the boy's mouth and covering it. For the boy, unless something disrupts it, it will seem that he is forever gagged and quite profoundly. Within his mouth his tongue is held frozen, except for a minor movement to allow him to swallow occasionally. But what this shield does do is make it impossible for anything to enter his mouth except the following. Any penis of course will gain instant entrance. The boy is conditioned to suck proficiently. The only other item than can gain entrance is the boy's feeding and watering tubes. His tongue, with appropriate enhancements, is also capable of rimming a client's butt hole when the client's anal ring makes contact with the boy's lips. I noted before that his tongue's movement were restricted. This one exception, however, requires him, through his conditioning, to provide his client a delectable rimming.

"Doctor, that is the one thing you haven't talked about. What is needed to take proper care of the boy? And exactly how is he fed?"

"Each unit comes with complete care instructions, and an automatic feeder. The boy's needs are simple. Let me have my assistant bring in the care unit."

A few minutes later the doctor's slave assistant brought in what resembled small cabinet on wheels. The upper portion resembled a small casket although it was somewhat deeper and broader. Underneath were several reservoirs and tanks. The entire audience had seen nothing like it before.

"Gentlemen, as you see here this is revolution in specific BoyToy care. Each time the unit needs its normal daily sleep and care period, six hours will usually suffice, this mechanism here will save an enormous number of man hours. The instruction booklet is complete and need not be detailed here. All you need to do is place the boy unit into this top chamber, and hook him up. It is that simple. This tube here is placed into the boy's mouth. This small slender socket will fit over the boy's penis and adhere to it until this indentation is touched allowing it to detach. When attached, a small catheter will insert itself into the boy's urethra to make sure all urine is totally removed. This plug is likewise inserted into the unit's rectum, and again removes all feces. Not only will the mouth and rectal probes act as stated but will clean and freshen the respective holes to make them ready for the next day's use. Note there is a hollowed out groove here so that the boy's arms will be comfortably accommodated. As the unit's head is fitted snugly into its cradle, a source of air is automatically hooked up to the end of its breathing tube. Further, the lens portion of the head covering, although pretty impervious, is checked for any scaring and repaired if required. When this lid is closed the boy's movements are restricted enough to insure no possibility of injury. Also sensors within the tubes and probes will determine exactly what the nutritional needs are and deliver them. Also a refreshing bath will also commence. All items within are of course water proof. This will be the unit's life. Easy care during its rest period, and all the sucking and fucking you could ever want during its use cycle.

The boy on the bench started shaking upon this pronouncement. One observant fellow wondered and asked: "Doctor. The boy evidently heard that last statement. You said that only sensory input that elicits a sexual cognitive response can be heard."

"So right you are. A fascinating boy, don't you think? One of the reasons he was selected."

The boy, not unintelligent, was now fully realizing just what his future bode for him and started to cry. Sobs wracked his thin frame. To forever and only be an object of sexual gratification for men. He was indeed a BoyToy for his future clients' use. His only consolation was that he at least would be able to enjoy his future's sexual episodes. And even the fact that he was so 'used' he realized was strangely sexually stimulating. He decided to try to make the best of it. He had no other choice anyway.

The doctor had the unit escorted away. "We must allow this unit to be processed for shipment. It will be delivered to its new owners, Boys for Pleasure, Inc. They have just opened their new vacation facility on Tringus III. I have been informed that this unit will be required to service clients up to 16 hours a day for the remainder of its life. At all other times it will be resting in its service module.

Chapter 2
& FT (VS)-1

Later that morning, after suitable refreshments and other delicacies (in the form of able and willing BoyToys (or not so willing depending on the man's preference) were made available to members of the audience, the doctor continued his presentation.

"Gentlemen, I am glad to see that you have enjoyed your break." He waited patiently while a few gentlemen were still pulling on some articles of clothing.

"I would now like to introduce to you a revolution in BoyToys. In the holo-image here you can see resting quietly and serenely is an example of young teen pulchritude. This boy, FTVS-1, which stands for forced torture with variable scenario, has been specifically recruited. This boy has been selected because of his former pampered home life and total lack of life problems. He is the epitome of boy innocence. Nothing 'bad' has ever happened to him in his entire 14 years of existence. Until now. Or at least it is about to happen."

The audience almost as one snickered to themselves.

In the holo-image could be seen a very typical small teen, about 14 years of age, although small and slender for his age at 5' 2" [1.57 m] in height, and about 105 pounds [48 kg]. Slender but with a good hint of future musculature. The boy seemed to be of Chinese ancestry with sultry brown eyes in a face all the girls would sigh over. (And many men). His darker skin was totally unblemished. His slim penis strangely stuck outward to a very hard 5 inches [12½ cm], but his nearly hairless testicles indicated that the boy had been barely into puberty. His testicles, showing attached to the underside of his penis, were small egg sized in a wrinkled pouch. The boy just sleeping there however was definitely NOT the same boy that had been kidnapped six months earlier. Many changes had taken place although outwardly almost none of them were manifest. One of which was the fact, when and if given the proper medication, he was capable of an extremely intense and lengthy orgasm of his own.

Allowing the audience to take a few minutes to admire the next BoyToy to be introduced, Dr. Dogood was awash with anticipation not only as he thought about what was soon to happen to this boy but also with the knowledge that he will be privileged to participate in the boy's very first torture and rape.

"As you can see gentleman, outwardly this would seem like your not quite typical 14 year old boy. Not so typical I mean in regard to his slightly smaller stature and of course his stunningly cute looks. But in fact this boy was acquired almost six months ago and has undergone extensive physical modifications. And because of the newest in gene-splice therapy, implants, and drug regimen, he will NEVER look substantially different 50 years from now. And one further item that places this particular BoyToy unit apart, his future memory is now totally controllable."

The doctor picked up a small vial. "One small injection of this drug, and his altered brain chemistry will ABSOLUTELY AND TOTALLY forget every detail of his existence since he had been first abducted. Therefore, we control his entire existence. After any and every injection, he will revert back to the exact moment we sedated him at his moment of capture. And by the way he will have no memory of that episode either. His last memory will have been of falling asleep while watching a holo-movie, awaiting the return of his parents and family. Parents and family that he will never again see."

There was a first question. "Then do I understand that when he awakens it will be the very first moment that he realizes that anything is amiss?"

"Exactly! And just think of the possibilities! Imagine! We can have this boy start any scenario we want, including his very kidnapping if we wish, and then, after an injection, be able to restart a totally new scenario. The boy will never know the difference."

Another member of the audience spoke up. "You mean we can say rape and torture this kid, so long as we don't inflict any permanent injury, and then do it for the 'first' time all over again say next week?"

"Yes! Beautiful right?"

A loud murmur went through those present as the untold possibilities were understood.

"Thus we can rape the boy today for the first time in his experience and then rape him again tomorrow and have it still be his first experience!"

"Doctor, you said he had been extensively modified over a six-month period. This just for the brain chemistry change?"

"Definitely not. All kinds of enhancements have been made so that this boy can withstand any oral or rectal rape, and up to class four torture repeatedly, with no irreparable damage or even notable change! And even more, his recovery time will be less than two days, where in the past, both forcible rape and also class four torture would require sometimes as much as two to three weeks and then there could still be some permanent damage."

"Doctor, I find it hard to believe that after say several hours of such painful torture, even if just class four, that this boy will be unchanged."

It needs to be noted here that class one through three torture involves only the skin, and musculature. Class four can also involve limited low level electro-torture.

"Please let me explain. All of the following aspects of the boy's physiognomy has been enhanced. His skin, musculature, and even tendons and ligaments have been severely upgraded so that even after light whipping, caning, severe paddling, beating with light to moderate belts, hot wax, and even if they leave minor lacerations, all this the boy's body, with our advanced treatment facility, will be repaired within 40 hours. Also, thin myofilaments have been stretched all along his skeletal structure, and his shoulder sockets have been upgraded. This along with the usual bone strengthening techniques will allow this boy to be hung by either hands or feet, or both indefinitely without harm. Of course there will still be the requisite pain involved."

"But doctor, I have recently read that the psychological trauma of even extended class three and four torture invariable changes a person's brain pathways and gradually results in serious emotional trauma. This surely will adversely change this boy for our continued use."

The doctor had been anticipating just this question. "I am glad that you have pointed this out, and congratulations for being at the forefront of this topic. I should also point out that forcible male rape also affects heterosexuals and homosexuals in vastly different psychological ways. There is an even greater differentiation from severely submissive personalities and also those who are natural masochists. We have been able to guarantee that this boy will remain adversely unaffected for three reasons. First, we took this boy for more than his good looks and innocent life. He is totally homosexual and even has shown definite brainwave patterns of the submissive even if undeveloped psychologically. Also there is the matter of pain endurance and tolerance. In this boy it is very high. Then there is a third factor. We have actually implanted a 'safety valve' so to speak within the boy's neural system. What this does is monitor the boy's total mental response to any torture and pain. If it is judged to be getting too high, it will automatically modify the transmission and the boy will actually not feel the total force of the pain involved."

"So doctor you got a masochist who likes pain and…"

The doctor was a little peeved, and cut the off the remark. "No, we did not. For our purposes in fact we deliberately sought a boy that was not at all masochistic. The idea is for our clients to enjoy giving the boy pain – pain that the boy most definitely does not want. However we have also enhanced the boy's ability to enjoy and maintain orgasm. After all the boy deserves some enjoyment for his enforced slavery. In fact we envision some scenarios in which the boy will even enjoy the entire episode in which he finds himself. Note that there are many clients out there who just want to have an enjoyable session of man-boy sex with a total novice. In fact some of these clients find it a challenge to make sure that the boy in question even wants the episode repeated. In this regard, although not able to produce sperm, this boy's orgasms will be extremely intense and so quickly repeating, that they will seem nearly continuous. We have also increased the boy's libido a full 340%. With proper stimulation, this boy's libido can reach between 0.50 and 0.57 on the Menchner scale. This will be one super horny teen!"

There was an additional murmur through the crowd. One man shouted out: "Hay, how about kidnapping me next time?"

Taking time for the laughter to subside, the doctor continued. I also want to point out to you this this boy's immune system have been so improved, that minimal contamination from forced anallingus will have no deleterious effect. Except for his experiences that is."

A few deep throated snickers could be heard.

Finally another member of the audience asked: "You have shown us this boy on holo. Will we see him in person?"

"I have a real surprise for you all. We intend to carry out a three hour scenario with this very boy as soon as we can decide just what we want to do. And you will have the vote. See the materials provided."

Twenty minutes and some chaos later, it was finally decided. A scenario involving a simulated kidnapping, forced sex, and then a brief but intense torture session will be conducted ending in a short but brutal episode of electro-torture will end the scenario.

The room in which the boy, Chen Yew was ensconced was an exact duplicate of the family room from which he was abducted in this hometown. But this time he will not be immediately sedated. The first time he was sedated without ever knowing anything was amiss. So as the scene unfolds, Chen, dressed in the exact duplicate of the clothes he had on six months prior, was sleeping on the easy chair in front of a holo-movie, again the exact one he was watching before. This time two men would approach the boy and as soon as they are seen, before the boy would be able to sound the alarm, one man is to grab and hold a hand over his mouth, while the other gives him an injection. But this time the drug, within 10 seconds or so, will render the boy incapable of voluntary motor activity yet allow him to fully understand what is happening. The shot would only last for about 15 minutes but that would be more than enough time to subjugate him.

The boy Chen awoke and stretched. He felt like he'd been asleep forever. Hearing a noise he looked at the holo and realized that his movie had almost finished. Thus he determined he had been asleep only 20 minutes or so, although he felt a bit puzzled since he REALLY thought it seemed a LOT longer. He was then wondering if his parents and younger brother were home yet. As he stood he heard a noise behind him and instantly panicked as two scary men approached from the kitchen. He tried to run, and screamed as one of the men tackled him and grabbed his arms. He struggled pretty well for a small 105 pound [48 kg] boy but was no match for the 200 pound [90 kg] adult. As he started trying to yell for someone, again the man wrapped his smelly hand over his mouth. He tried to bite him but then the other guy, a smaller black man, grabbed his thin arm and touched him with an high pressure hypodermic. He tried to pull his arm away but he got some kind of shot and started feeling real lazy sort of. He felt good but suddenly he couldn't make his muscles work. He got real scared thinking he was going to die as he collapsed against the large smelly man.

The other smaller black guy spoke up: "Don't get too worried kid. We need you unharmed."

What the hell does someone need him for? This didn't make sense. He tried to talk but couldn't. It was so frustrating. The big guy picked him up easily and laid him on the large couch. He then though of his parents and hoped they would return in time so he could be rescued. The guys left and he tried to move again but couldn't. He heard them come back a minute later carrying a big crate easily three feet by three feet [90 x 90 cm]. Not only was the lid removed but undoing a few clasps, and the front was pulled down on hinges. The boy saw that there was a weird kind of padded chair inside with padded arms. He got real scared when the big guy lifted him up and placed him in the chair. He saw that there were straps and tried to move so desperately. But nothing.

"Kid, we are sending you on a little trip in this crate. Now don't panic. You will not be harmed." "Not yet anyway," the man thought to himself.

The two men quickly strapped him into the chair with the wide belts and straps. The first went around his waist like seat belt and pulled snug but fortunately not too tight. Then next one over his chest. Then his ankles were strapped to the bottom legs. Then even his upper knees were strapped in. The boy was strangely starting to make some mewing sounds in his throat. Finally his arms were finished.

The boy started to get quite a boner as he found himself strangely stimulated by being so trussed up. Then the front of the box was reattached and the boy realized that the top of the box just cleared the top of his head. By this time the boy suddenly realized that he was able to move just a little bit and gave out a low moan.

"Hay Dex, the boy's coming around," the black guy said. The big guy smiled and replied. "Good, I really like to see them struggle."

Suddenly the boy found he could speak and he started yelling. And pulling on the straps. Someone had to hear him. Please! "HELLLLLLLLLP! HELLLLLLLLP!" He struggled even more but the damn straps were impossible to budge. He was part crying and part yelling by now. "PLEEEEASE! Please let me go."

But the men just laughed. How come his parents weren't back yet? Then the smaller black guy tried to stuff something round into his mouth. He tried to shake his head but the guy had him by the hair and pushed down on the corners of his mouth and it hurt so much he opened up.

The mouth gag was then fastened behind his head. By this time the boy was mostly out of fight and was just whimpering.

The black guy spoke up: "Listen kid. See this radio? We have someone tracking your parents right now. And they are still shopping. There's no hope for you kid. None at all. By the time they get home you will be long gone. And they will get left a note explaining that you ran away from home, because you were gay and you realized that they wouldn't want you any more when they found out."

The words really hit home. It was partly true. He did suspect he might be gay, and was REAL worried how his parents would react if it were true. But run away? He never really did think about that.

Then the big guy put this long tank into a corner of the box and then started pouring some yucky liquid onto his lap and all over. He cringed where it touched him. It mostly settled in the bottom of the crate. The boy looked up to see what else they were going to do when suddenly he felt a little warmth on his shoeless feet and something weird happen to his feet and legs. This foam was suddenly exploding upward! He was afraid that he'd drown in it. He started trying to yell through the gag and tried again to get loose, but the foam started to harden and suddenly he felt like he was being imprisoned inside a foam package. And he was! Fortunately the foam stopped just as it got to his chin. And soon he realized he could almost not move anything. The black guy then fitted some mask over his face like he'd seen in doctor shows. He then could feel air coming out of the small plastic mask over his face. Then he saw another jug being poured into the box. Quickly his entire head was encased in foam. He was now glad for the mask. But he could hardly move at all. It was now when he really started crying. He could barely make out some dull ratcheting noises and then he could feel his box being lifted.

The box was carried just a short distance and replaced onto a small plate that started to move simulating like the box being put into a large carrier. That was what the boy certainly believed. Then the gas in the air mix put him to sleep.

This was the end of kidnapping scenario.

The scene of the fake kidnapping had also been sent out via Internet to special customers. It had also been recorded. In fact many of the scenes digitized by BoyToys, Inc added fabulously to their corporate wealth.

The crate holding Chen Yew was transported to a different room filled with a huge padded table, pearly mirrored walls, and various pieces of both statuary and painted art depicting ever more graphic scenes of man-boy sex. And even some depicting some cruel torture. Looking at a few of the more graphic works, one could almost hear the screams of the boy being utilized for another's pleasure. Totally encircling this room, though behind the newest in filtered sight systems, will be the general audience. With the advanced technology, the audience will notice almost no perceptible barrier, yet those in the room will feel isolated, with no sight or sound encroaching their own little world.

Inside the crate Chen's tears finally stopped but he was so scared about what was to happen to him that he could barely breathe normally. He felt himself suddenly getting pretty sleepy and realized that perhaps there was another drug in the very air he was breathing.

Although he had no idea of how long his transport took, Chen suddenly found himself awake and could experience no more movement. That it had been no more than 5 minutes he would never have suspected. Finally he could feel something happening, and then he could see light as a large part of the easily torn foam was ripped away. He felt limp from the abating surge of adrenaline and was easily man handled out of the crate and placed onto high padded table. He started pleading and then yelling as neither of the two men unloading him seemed to give him any heed other than to threaten him if he did not allow then to strap him to the table. It only took a single zap of a small electrical prod to his testicles to get his full cooperation.

"Aaaaahhh!" he screamed when he was finally able to recover his breath. Finally he yelled. "Please don't hurt me! Please!"

The small guy next to his face leaned over him and asked: "You will cooperate now boy?"

"Yes! I promise, just please don't hurt me again."

The boy allowed himself to be strapped onto the gurney which was then wheeled a short distance into a room about 20 by 20 feet [6 x 6 m]. Because of his recumbent position he could only see the top portions of the 4 men there to great him. Two of them were wearing weird leather straps and one even had on a sort of half mask.

"What's happening? Please don't hurt me. I'll be good. But what do you want?"

Significantly, the boy, now that he was not in any real pain, was sporting a very stiff boner that was tenting his pants.

In the stands to the side of the room in which the boy had been wheeled, and at a higher elevation for sustaining a good view, the doctor continued his talk.

"As you can see, because of a combination of the boy's natural submissive and homosexual nature, along with the drugs which his altered testicles and prostate are now pumping out, this boy is for the first time in his young life, experiencing quite a sexual arousal. Except during periods of intense pain, his focus and experience will be largely sexual in nature. For some of this proceeding he will even enjoy the sexual charge and experience for the first time, extreme orgasmic episodes which can for him, stretch out as long as a minute or more and be repeated as fast as every five to ten minutes. As frequently happens during a very pain filled sexual experience, he will be very puzzled by his own reactions."

Soon the boy was wheeled into the main viewing area. Everyone watching felt an tremendous anticipation to see a boy raped and tortured for the very first time. Chen tried to look around and his fear was almost palpable. The two wheeling him into this new room were joined by two more men whose attire totally shocked the boy. Or rather their lack of attire. These men were wearing a series of leather straps that left nothing to the imagination. Chen gasped as he saw a big black man sprouting a boner fully 8 inches [20 cm] in length.

The two other men who had brought him there immediately undressed. He finally could not escape his surmise that he was going to be used for sex. Strangely, though very scared, he was also as excited. His own penis was straining at the fabric of his pants. And the feeling in his loin greatly surprised him. It was something new. More like a physical longing that he could not quite understand. He just noted that it was pleasurable.

The smaller white guy, looked at him and smiled. "You know what is going to happen to you?"

The boy was pretty sure but shook his head no.

"Well, no matter. You will soon find out. We are going to molest you. Such a small word for such an undertaking. You may even enjoy some of what we are going to do to you. But remember one thing. The only thing we are interested in is satisfying our own sexual fantasies. We are going to molest you, and then rape you. And please yell and beg all you want. We find that arousing and enjoyable."

The boy went white. He was suddenly VERY frightened. He gasped as the men quickly released his hands and arms and then forced him to hold still as each of his wrists were placed into heavy leather and steel shackles. Then chains were attached and he yelled as his arms were quickly pulled upward and outward, pulling him half off the gurney. The remaining bonds were released and he was soon hanging by his wrists.

"Please!" The crying boy pleaded. "Let me go. This hurts."

Then the doctor secured a three foot [90 cm] spreader bar between the boy's wildly kicking legs, attached two more chains to the outside of each ankle manacle, and attached them to bolts in the floor, thus seriously limiting the boy's ability to move at all. Of course it got him screaming louder because even more stress was put on the boy's wrists and arms.

It was Dr. Dogood himself that lead the 'attack' on the cute boy. With a relatively light prod, using minimal current with the intent more to get the boy's attention rather then to torture him, the good doctor touched the boy's neck. With a sudden scream, the crying boy acknowledged the touch. The doctor now had the boy's total attention.

"No. NO! Don't!" the boy yelled as the doctor brought the prod near the boy's face.

"Good. I want you quiet for now. Is that understood boy?"

A barely coherent crying boy tried to say "yes," and nodded.

"Now, pleading, or yelling, or screaming will not stop what we will be doing to you. You are old enough to understand that you WILL be molested, but if you are a smart kid, perhaps you should try to enjoy it."

"Please, no. Please stop."

"We will remove your clothes. Notice that we will be cutting them off. Do you understand boy what that means?"

"No." The boy was crying, but interestingly, now sprung quite a boner.

"It means that you won't ever need them again. It means that you will never need clothes again."

The boy went white, or a sort of dusky white. "Please don't kill me. Please."

"Wrong guess boy. You are much too valuable to kill. It's just that sex slaves never need clothing."

As two of the other men, both essentially naked except for some sort of harness, started cutting off the boy's clothing, Dr. Dogood started roaming his hands all over the boy's slim body, concentrating on the area near to the boy's testicles. The boy's boner was quite evident and the boy started breathing rather heavily.

Dr. Dogood smiled. The boy had been so reconstructed to make sure that he'd react in a positive sexual manner to any act of molestation, fucking, or even tactile torture. And that he would always be aware of his great sexual arousal. The boy himself was entirely confused about his reaction. But it was so overwhelming that he gave into it.

"So boy, it looks like you really like this. You will make a great sex slave." It seemed even the idea of being a sex slave seemed to increase the boy's arousal.

The boy again tried to deny his reaction when it was put this boldly but again he gave in and started to enjoy what was being done to him. Even being stretched so much seemed to enhance his arousal. Occasionally he tried to deny his enjoyment but to no avail. And the attempt was totally abandoned as one of the men lubed his finger and inserted it up the boy's butt hole. At the same time, the other man forced the boy's mouth open and crushingly kissed him, inserting his tongue forcibly. Dr. Dogood took this cue and swallowed the boy's penis in one gulp.

The boy started moaning and thrusting his hips. In short time he came explosively in Dogood's mouth even if it contained no sperm.

"You taste good boy. I'm glad you liked that. But now it's our turn."

The boy started convulsively crying not only because he felt guilty, but also realizing that these guys were intent on raping him and probably were going to really hurt him.

They removed him from his present restraints but this was only to move him to a large padded table with two strange holes in it about one foot [30 cm] from the top. The boy was placed onto this table face down. He started protesting both vocally and physically. Of course this only caused the men to get even more aroused, and did nothing toward helping the boy. His upper body was bent at the waist and was forcibly pushed down onto the table. The boy's kicking and lashing out with his thin arms was to no avail. His arms were pushed through the two holes, which were appropriately spaced, while his head was forced into a small cradle-like cage that seemed to be attached to the top center of the table. His shouting now became a bit muffled as his face was forced downward into the bottom half of the leather and generally form fitting cradle. There were only holes for the boy's nose and a larger one for his mouth. His head was quickly held fast by the tightening of three heavy straps. Then a stiff strap was brought over the boy's back at his waist and tightened down. Very tightly. Next his wildly flailing legs were attended to. They were widely stretched to the side, effectively picking his feet off the floor. First both the calf and the thigh of the boy's right leg were forced into two sleeves temporarily loose as they had adjustable front and back halves. The boy's left leg was similarly attended to. Then his flailing arms, now extending below the table were seized. Leather mitts were forced onto the boy's hands, forcing them into fists. These were strapped tightly and their top edges affixed around his wrists. Then a short strap was attached to a metal ring extending downward from each mitt and secured to a second ring in the floor below. They were pulled securely tight. The boys arms and legs now had little room to move. Of course what was to soon come would have the boy's muffled screams. A remote was touched and Dr. Dogood was thrilled as the boy's head was forced upward enough so that his mouth was pointed outward at just the right height for the boy's mouth to be forcibly used. All was needed now was a ring gag to force the boy's mouth to remain open. The boy seemed to have quieted a bit and his own rigid erection was visible sticking down under the back edge of the table. The boy started moaning loudly as Dogood forced a ring gag into the boy's mouth. He could now not close it. But this gag was special. It's two halves could be further expanded thus REALLY stretching open the boy's mouth.

Next a heavy sleeve was fitted onto the boy's now engorged cock. There were remote servos attached to the gag, the cock sleeve, the straps holding tight the boy's arms, and on the top and bottoms of the 4 sleeves holding the boy's calves and thighs. Dr. Dogood gave the signal. One remote was touched and the boy's arms were pulled downward. It was stopped just as the boy started to scream at the strain on his arms. Next the sleeves about his legs were tightened as another remote was touched. Again the boy started screaming. However, this time it didn't abate as the boy's calves and thighs became pin cushions as 20 thin quarter inch [6 mm] needles were inserted into the boy's legs. Then the mouth gag expanded with another touch. The boy's screams intensified as his mouth was stretched further. Then his arms were given one last stretch. His ligaments stretched to their limits. And only previous enhancement with one of the gene-splices allowed then to remain uninjured. Finally, the sleeve about the boy's penis started discharging electricity into the shaft of his penis. The boy's yelling hit a new crescendo. Eventually his cries abated somewhat as he was simply too overwhelmed by pain. This was when both his rear and mouth below were assaulted by the men's engorged cocks. Dogood, taking position on the shelf below, rammed his mouth and throat, while a 8 inch [20 cm] black cock rammed his rectum. A small hole, barely noticeable in the boy's throat opened up allowing him to breathe as Dogood's huge cock filled his mouth and throat. The boy's enhanced sphincter muscles clamped down hard onto the 8 inch [20 cm] cock. The boy, however, even though he felt the full pain of the penetrations, did not suffer injury because of his previous body modifications. As each man climaxed, other cocks took their place as all the observers started filing into the room. For over an hour the boy was continuously reamed from both ends. Part way into this scenario, the torture of the boy's extremities and cock were suspended. The mouth ring was slightly relaxed. The boy now was allowed the benefit of being able to concentrate on what was happening to his two holes. It was about halfway through this assault when Dogood touched another control and a very powerful chemical entered the boy's bloodstream from his gene-spliced enhanced prostate. In less than 5 seconds his raging hard-on returned. In 20 seconds it was copiously dripping pre-cum. In thirty seconds the boy was breathing hard, and was experiencing the most amazing arousal of his short life. A minute after that the boy was observed actively flexing his rectal muscles, and using his mouth and tongue on the penis moving in and out of his throat. A minute later the boy started having intense spasms with the onset of his own almost incomprehensible orgasm. His rectum and anus were now reflexively and powerfully clamping onto their invading penises. His mouth almost seemed to have a will of its own as it started sucking powerfully on its invader.

Chen suddenly found himself in his own world of sexual climax that seemed to have no end. With amazing clarity the entire program of his kidnapping, torture, and rape filled his mind. Only now it was almost as if his own memory was being rewritten. When he was finally released 10 minutes later, with the sudden subsidence of his own sexual crescendo, he collapsed into Dr. Dogood's arms. Just before he passed out he was heard to have whispered: "Wow,… thanks."

Chapter 3
The Installation of Unit PFSF-1

5 months earlier

The frightened boy could barely comprehend what was happening to him. "Ok boy, here's what'll happen. And you will have no choice. Over the next several months you will be modified for eventual use as a sex slave. We already have a buyer for you and he has given us explicit instructions in how you are to be modified and enhanced."

On hearing these words, the small boy was unsure what to think. Other than that he was really REALLY scared. This was even worse then when he was first taken. Even when they had told him that he had been sold. And even the time when he had been transported here in that large crate. At least he slept through much of that. But this guy couldn't be serious though. Made as a sex slave? And especially since he wasn't even able to have sex yet. He was hoping that these men would let him go. He wondered if a ransom was going to be asked for. But he really started to suspect that what this man said was actually true. He just couldn't imagine how. Even life at home didn't seem so bad now compared to what je was now imagining.

He tried to say something but that thing they forced into his mouth made him not able to talk. He tried desperately to get it off when it was first put in his mouth but the strap somehow locked behind his head. And the thing pulled on the back of his lips and was really uncomfortable. The men just laughed then too. And how was he able to say anything? He suddenly realized that they didn't want to hear anything he had to say, and he got even more scared. Could they really mean what they were saying?

The boy started to panic and even if it seemed futile he nonetheless tried to escape the room he was now in. His sudden dash toward the door only brought laughter from one of the men. The door would not budge. Terror struck at his very heart. He suddenly now believed just what the man with the glasses had said. But why would someone want him for sex? He wasn't even mature yet and didn't even give sex much thought. It was his brother that had suddenly gone girl crazy last year. But even though he was at about his brother's age now when that had happened, he couldn't seem to get any enthusiasm in looking at girls as many of his friends did. Of course he wasn't really mature yet. And although some of the thoughts he found himself thinking had him a bit worried a time or two he was sure that when he went through puberty all would be OK.

With certain ease the large black guy with the bulging muscles simply lifted the boy by the front of his shirt and put the boy back onto what the boy thought of as a strange dentist's chair. He never saw one with a separate thing for each leg though. He started trying to break free when he saw the lab coat guy start putting that belt thing around his waist. He tried to yell for them to stop but all that came out was a high pitched mumble. And all his efforts got him were a few strained muscles as the black guy and the other bulging muscle type seemed to hold him down without even breaking a sweat. Of course his 70 pound [32 kg] frame was no match for even one normal adult let along two monster hulks. He suddenly gave up struggling and left the men strap him into the chair. But then he got apprehensive again when they didn't stop with just the belt around his waist. There was another put around his chest and even others around his thighs and calves. Even his arms were fastened in two places each. How dangerous did they think he was? Did they think he was some karate wiz? About all he knew about the marshal arts was what he'd seen in the movies. But then he suddenly became aware of something that terrified him even more that the words just spoken to him. All the manhandling of his body got him totally erect. And even worse he LIKED what was happening to him. At least on some level of his awareness. And even more to his own amazement he was more curious about what the man said than apprehensive. How weird was that?

The man with glasses continued as if nothing had happened: "Along with some training we will be modifying your body as per instructions of your prospective owner."

What the hell did modifying my body mean? The boy started getting scared all over again. But also a tiny bit intrigued at the same time. He remembered some of the stories he'd read on the Internet. But those were just fiction,… fantasies. And most of the really weird stuff couldn't be done anyway. But what did scare him was maybe they were talking about castrating him. Now he REALLY got all upset. He suddenly wasn't particularly intrigued anymore. The real thing was so much different than a few harmless fantasies.

He wanted to be home! He'd even let his step-dad hit him with that damn strap again. Hell, he'd bring the bastard the strap himself! And he'd pretend to his mom that he wasn't worried about being gay after all. He decided what was a couple years of acting compared what was maybe gonna happen to him now.

And for the millionth time he couldn't believe how stupid he'd been. He was remembering the start of it all. Running away from home with so little planning and trying to get to his uncle's house halfway across the country. And he was REALLY pissed when the breakfast he'd finally gotten to eat he wound up throwing up anyway when the men grabbed him. The stranger seemed so nice and kept listening to everything he was saying like he really cared. And for some reason he couldn't understand he told the guy things he'd barely even told to himself. The guy offered to drive him all the way to the city where he could get the bus. He never did get that bus. Instead he saw the man getting paid some money just as the two big guys grabbed him and picked him up and literally threw him into the back of the van. The last thing he remembered was seeing a small guy with a hypodermic coming at him as one of the big guys got in the back of the van with him and too easily held him down. Now that he thought back on it he realized he didn't even scream or yell. It was all so unreal.

The next couple weeks had been a continuous nightmare interspersed with a few happenings that he didn't want to even admit to. Because those things were even worse than what the was being done to him. The first thing he remembered when he woke up was that he was terribly thirsty and had a slight headache. And he realized that he was in a very normal room in a very normal bed, but there ended all normality. He needed to pee real bad and he tried to get out of bed and suddenly fell half onto the floor when something grabbed his right ankle. His right ankle was in a manacle which was chained to a ring in the floor! And that was when he realized that he had no clothes on. And he only found out later but he was being monitored all the time he was in this room. He was trying to get back up when a guy with glasses, and almost as small as he was, came in and made him get back in bed. He tried to cover himself but the guy seemed not to care one way or another.

"You probably need to pee; use this." And he handed me a plastic jug. He really tried but with the man watching he just couldn't pee any more. Him watching froze me all up even if I was under a sheet.

The boy tried to ask him what was happening and a whole bunch of other stuff be he was simply ignored. When the boy wouldn't stop yelling the man picked up a metal prod thing from his belt and touched the boy's arm.

From the boy's perspective

I couldn't help it, I threw up all over the bed. So much for my breakfast. But it HURT SOOOOOO much I couldn't believe it, and none of my muscles would work right for quite a while. I also started crying. The guy threatened to zap me again if I didn't shut up and help change the bed. I don't think I was much help since I was using all my will power not to cry. One thing I finally noticed was that my right foot was grabbed by a huge leather cuff that was chained to a big ring bolted right into the floor next to the bed. This was getting real scary. All I could think of was not to get this guy upset again and if they were going to eventually kill me. And why did they want me? I was just a skinny not too good looking kid. Very average actually. But I was afraid to ask any more questions. I got something to drink a bit later and it was so good to get that foul taste out of my mouth. The guy also turned on an air conditioner and the smell in the room started getting much better.

About two hours later (hoping something would happen since I couldn't sleep and there was nothing to do – not even a TV set), a guy in a fancy suit came into the room accompanied by the small guy looking after me and another guy with a big satchel. It turned out that this guy was some kind of doctor I guessed since he gave me some kind of physical. They even tried to drain me of blood filling several glass tubes. It got SO embarrassing when they made me bend over and the doctor stuck this ratchet thing up my butt and sort of opened it up. I was especially embarrassed when I sprung a really hard boner. And the guy wouldn't stop touching me in my privates. But the very worst part that I didn't want to really think about was that the whole thing sort of excited me. And what made matters even worse if that were possible was that the doctor guy even mentioned this to the guy in the suit. They seemed all interested that I was responding this way.

Over the next couple weeks I was not allowed out of the room and they even brought me stuff to eat usually fast food. Another really embarrassing thing was every morning I was made to take a bath with the some guy always there with me watching. They unlocked the chain from my ankle from the floor and relocked it to a hook on the wall above the tub. It didn't even allow me to get my right foot all the way into the tub.

Now sometimes I am really dense in spite of supposing to have this high IQ. It wasn't until I was halfway through my first bath that I realized that none of these arrangements were specifically for just me. After all the room and its rings in the floor and wall had to have been there quite some time. I was even more afraid when I realized that I was almost certainly just one in a line of kids that they had kidnapped. But so frustratingly I could not get a single bit of information from the guys that kept me there. After the second zap that had me gasping for air for a while and shaking in pain, I decided not to ask about anything again. I was just praying that I'd not be killed. Of course I tried to rationalize that why go through all this trouble if some one was going to off me.

Of course I finally realized that I was in that room for a reason. DUH! The third day there a few men were led into my room by the suit man (I never did know his name). And here's where I got real scared. They made me display myself totally naked. I even had to bend over and one of the men put his finger into my mouth and then into my butt hole. I felt so embarrassed and scared, but beyond it all I was also thrilled somehow. And I couldn't stop from getting a really hard bone that wouldn't go down no matter how I tried to change my thoughts. For some reason all the men liked that. What was also demeaning was that they discussed me as though I was just some object that they could use.

And another DUH! It wasn't until the next group of men showed up the next day that I realized that I was on display to be SOLD! Another couple of groups showed up the next two days but then it was just boring for a week. I should have been happy with boring. Because at the end of two weeks I was apparently sold and on my way to my new owner. Or so I thought. It wasn't until I reached my next destination that I learned that this was where I was to be "modified" and "trained." I didn't know this yet, but had instead all kinds of fantasies about my "new owner" built up in my imagination. My imagination apparently was not near up to the task as I was to eventually find out.

Someone I'd never seen before brought a large rectangular lidded box into my room. It had wheels at one end and a handle at the other. It seemed pretty small and I wondered what it was for. But of course by this time there was no way I was going to ask any question. The last jolt from that prod was the last one I ever wanted. (If I had only known, I would gladly have suffered a hundred of those jolts to have gotten out of where I am now). My leg shackle was taken off and I rubbed my leg where it had gotten a little raw.

"Into the box boy. Now!"

I looked up honestly puzzled. Even as small as I was I couldn't fit. Well I was wrong. I did not see the guy with the prod until it was too late. I stepped into the box and lay on my side in a fetal position with my head bent in but I did barely fit. One guy reached in and taped my mouth shut.

"Now don't pee yourself boy if you don't want to live with that smell."

I was more worried about cramps. And after I felt the lid closed and locked, and the box wheeled outside somewhere, I was then worried about freezing to death. Fortunately I was then lifted onto a truck that had heat, but unfortunately bad suspension. I was now wondering if I would be bruised to death. Fortunately this ride was relatively short. Eventually my box came to rest, and the lid opened. I had to be helped out. And then I panicked as I saw huge shipping crate – with a boy-sized pocket. Later, as I lay ensconced within the crate, I still couldn't believe they were actually shipping me in crate like a piece of merchandise.

After dozing off and on, the air bag thing I had been enclosed in I could feel was being lifted intact out of the crate in which I had been sealed for quite sometime but a time that I was very unsure how to measure. I was evidently drugged and was dozing off and on so had no real way to measure it. But it seemed VERY long. Well anyway I could feel the bag in which I was ensconced being lifted free of the crate and then put onto something flat that moved on wheels. I was thinking something like a gurney and I could feel straps holding me fast over my legs, waist, and upper chest. Did they think I was about to run on them? I only wished they'd let me out of this thing that I feel like I've been in forever. Just to be able to stretch my arms over my head would feel like an unimaginable luxury. Or even just one hand.

After going through interminable corridors we finally stopped and then I felt myself going down in an elevator a couple of floors. And as I said here was when I met the guy with glasses that kept saying stuff about training and modifications.

Then someone jabbed my neck with a needle and I don't remember much until I sort of woke up and found myself strapped onto this movable cart thing. I also felt funny. I suddenly realized something was REALLY REALLY wrong when I tried to speak and I couldn't figure out how to make any words! It was like I could remember them all but I no longer was able to figure out how to say them. It was unbelievably frustrating. And I almost started to panic. They said modifications. What had they all done to me? I started crying as I realized that this not speaking alone was almost unbearable. Then I was wondering if it would wear off somehow. I was to find out that it was permanent. They had done something to my brain. I then tried to move and fond myself so strapped down that nothing could be moved. But the real shock came when I tried to move my fingers and realized that they were no longer there! They cut off all my fingers and thumbs. How was I to do anything? This was crazy. I started really struggling then and also discovered I had no feet. I think it was then that I sort of despaired. I sort of just stopped struggling. What was the use. They had already done terrible things to me. And there was no going back. Strangely I sort of felt an immense feeling of pleasure in my groin area just thinking about this. What was that all about? And I realized that I was even excited a bit about being used like this. I wondered if I were already driven insane. Maybe.

present time – with guests assembled for unveiling of the third of three new BoyToy units – the PFST-1

Dr. Dogood was rightly proud of this latest of his BoyToys, the third to be introduced this day. He was still somewhat energized by having just participated in the torture and rape of the previous BoyToy. He looked out into the audience and noticed a new face. He smiled. This was the new computer wiz just hired. He had been given a special pass to get to see this last BoyToy to be shown today.

Perspective of Jim, a recently hired computer expert

I was very thrilled to be invited to the installation of this new and unique BoyToy unit. It was to be one of the newly designed permanently installed units, thus the 'P' part of its designation. I had been very recently employed as a computer programming expert and was pleasantly surprised to get this very invitation from Dr. Dogood himself. Along with two other BoyToys just introduced today, this will mark not only the first use of the advanced gene-splice technology of the Zephyr Corporation on Grendola IV, changing not just the boy's physiology but also the boy's brain pathways. This company was far enough away from Federation Space to be unconcerned with their laws, but close enough to enjoy a thriving market for modified human flesh. This particular laboratory has been in the production of specialty boy-toy units for over 150 years. But today marks the beginning of something truly special. Not only can we now enhance and manipulate specific body features, but also change the very fabric of an individuals internal neural response. The innovations in this new frontier of medical technology was mind boggling.

I could hear the old gurney being brought into this installation room. He thought it quaint that Doctor Dogood sometimes liked using anachronistic apparatus and devices. Hence, instead of merely using one of the more powerful hypnotic drugs on this unit, he favored just using brute force. As the gurney was wheeled into the large room, he could see its occupant, a boy of very youthful aspect, tightly strapped down with a number of bonds over his naked prone body. These held tight his calves, thighs, forearms, upper arms, waist, and upper chest. Covering the entirety of the boy's head was a leather-like materialized bag that conformed tightly to all his features. So much so that it must have been made specifically for this BoyToy unit. The bag was tightly locked into place around its neck. There were NO openings whatsoever. The unit was throwing its head back and forth and making a barely audible deep throated breathing sound. The unit was evidently tightly gagged also. And there was a not so evident opening under a slightly raised flap of skin at the base of the boy's throat through which it was breathing – one of the many modifications made over the past few months to the unit's so young body. Of course, the past life of the unit was terminated a while back. It was no longer a boy, but a BoyToy unit, a play thing for anyone fortunately rich enough and so inclined to that specific type of sexual activity. This unit now, and for the remainder of its life, had only one purpose – to be used as a sex toy. The unit being brought here today will be installed into its newly prepared bondage apparatus. Not only will this unit never be permitted to act under its own volition, it will even be kept in restrictive bondage so that no movement, apart from that demanded by the expressed and narrow use of the unit's sexual purpose, will be allowed or tolerated. The unit will be spend the remainder of its life – and in this case easily 40 to 50 years – in this very modular unit which will soon be shipped to its final destination. The BoyToy unit will only have one purpose, the sexual gratification of its 'clients'.

Back to the general observation of the boy's installation

Doctor Dogood was very happy with the outcome of this unit's progression through its many body modifications. He also LIKED this particular type of unit. Designated PFST -1, the 'F' standing for forced. Non-consensual. And not by mental manipulation or even by the use of drugs, but by the sheer application of brute force. Of course the boy will necessarily respond according to a the nature of changes and enhancements made in his neural pathways – day after day, week after week, and year after year.

Since the unit was barely of the physical age of a 12 year old, and a small 12 year old at that, a single strong adult could easily overpower this BoyToy unit and force compliance. But the boy's future compliance will not be forced by the type of physical manipulation which will attend today's installation of his physical body into the near rigid structure of its future and permanent "home." The unit will have now certain needs that will soon become apparent to the unit and Ds. Dogood was eagerly awaiting the look on the unit's face when it fully comprehended what had been done to him and what it's future held. As for its physical placement, when completely ensconced within its apparatus, it will be allowed no movement except for some minor wiggling and the use of its own oral and anal openings to perform its primary functions – to yield up the use of its anal and oral orifices to anything wanting entrance. But other than exercising its newly enhanced sphincter muscles and facial and throat muscles, no other purposeful movement will be allowed the unit. It is now time for its final installation. And again Dogood wanted to watch as the unit was made aware of exactly what will be happening to it. And just how it was achieved.

Doctor Dogood was anxious to explain the situation to the few guests who had paid handsomely for this privileged occasion of the unit's permanent installation. Dogood always made sure that his BoyToys fully knew what was irrevocably happening. He liked also to witness their struggles to avoid their fate, and even their screams. That is why he liked the installation of "Forced" boys.

The "P" part of the boy-toy's designation referred to the fact that boy would be forever and permanently bound in continuous and strict and unyielding restraint. There was absolutely no need to allow for the boy's own purposeful movement. Its life of single minded purpose unwavering and unforgiving. And Dogood wanted the unit to be fully aware of its fate. He liked to see the units expression as all possible hope is taken from it as its installation is completed and it is put to use. And it becomes fully aware of just what modifications had been made to its body and mind. And the full alarm when it finally realizes just what its use will forever be, when the BoyToy comes face to face to its own reality of total and complete bondage and servitude. It is now a thing, a unit with one purpose.

Dr. Dogood started his explanation as the gurney came to rest and all eyes were on the now feebly struggling boy. Jim, the computer expert, just watching the boy, knowing what was in store for him, made him almost cream his pants. Dr. Dogood addressed his eager audience:

"As we see, the current unit here was an 12 year old white male when first brought in to be modified for its new owner. That was 6 months ago and as we can now see quite a lot of exterior modification that has been performed. I would like to point out that both feet of this unit have been removed from just below the ankles. Furthermore, all fingers and thumbs have also been removed. Although this will make easier its final installation, we did this right from the start so that the unit quickly learned that its former life was no longer an option. You can see the obvious adjustment to its throat and trachea. This breathing opening will allow future users to be able to use the BoyToy's toothless mouth for extended periods. His mouth and throat muscles have been enhanced to be capable of extended use for many hours. Also note the metal encasement of its testicles and penis. This device is actually not just a covering but also a stimulator. Because of the enhancement of his prostate and the change to his testicles, this boy can have extremely intense and long lasting orgasms. And the liquid escaping from the hole in this metal encasement is actually now a powerful aphrodisiac that its anal user can ingest to help his own pleasure. Also watch."

Dr. Dogood started rubbing his hand over the slim boy's obviously undeveloped chest. And at this the boy started to moan and shake with intense desire and need for sexual release.

"It happens now that most of the trunk of his small body has been turned into one large erogenous zone, and the boy will be totally at the mercy of his users."

"I just like the idea of taking such a youthful and innocent boy and stealing from it every vestige of it's former humanity. This boy has been reduce to a thing, something to be used at entirely our pleasure. Never again will this unit be addressed as anything but a toy to be used for the sexual amusement and gratification of our many clients. His entire life is forfeit to a continuous use as a sexual BoyToy. And I especially like the non-compliant model of unit as it makes its last fruitless and despairing struggle to avoid his ultimate fate."

"Let us now start the process of this unit's installation."

The boy heard everything said and started trying to resist what he dreaded was to happen to him. Already he realized that a part of him was no longer under the control of his own mind. He was quite sexually aroused and the actual idea of someone's penis being forced into either of his openings was strangely exciting. He also realized that indeed he was breathing through a hole in his throat. His mouth and tongue felt funny. And after moving his tongue around realized that he no longer had any teeth! Also he kept feeling a sense of need coming from his testicles that he had never felt before. And when they started rubbing him he felt his whole body going into a weird overdrove of sensual pleasure. He really liked that. But he had no control over it. And with that hood over his head he couldn't see anything.

But just then the hood was removed and in a few minutes his eyes had adjusted to the light. Again he felt total frustration when he found it impossible to speak. He simply found that he no longer knew how to form words. And when he tried, he couldn't even make a single noise! He finally started moaning in his frustration. Of course the only sound heard was a small breathing sound at his throat. Dr. Dogood smiled.

"This BoyToy will be perfect for his role. And now to proceed with its permanent installation."

Two hefty men, unstrapped the boy (or unit) from the gurney and very easily picked him up by his four extremities. They then moved a few feet to the side and held the boy over a strange looking framework.

Dogood then smiled and said: "Let the unit see its final resting place."

At this the boy was pulled upwards by his arms so that he could see the weird contraption. He started renewing his struggles. Dr. Dogood said: "I love this portion of the project."

At this point, watching the boy thrash around and wiggle in the hands of the two men had Jim, the computer guy, dripping pre-cum from his penis. This was so utterly sexually stimulating. He was happy to know that a holo-recording of the entire event would be given us as they left later. He would be forever thankful for Dr. Dogood's thoughtful invitation.

What the boy had seen was that he had been brought into one end of a small rectangular enclosure, about 15 feet [4½ m] long and 6 feet [1.80 m] wide. About in the middle of the room was a partially erected divider going wall to wall above which extended at right angles a quite sturdy looking beam extending in equal parts on each side of the thick divider. Atop one end of this beam was a row of eight large bolts aimed upwards. These exactly spaced bolts were to be inserted into eight previously anchored bolt receptacles placed into the thoracic vertebrae of the unit. To the front end of this beam was a round frame with an additional 5 bolts arranged around its perimeter. These five shorter bolts would be attached to the prepared fittings already anchored in the back the unit's skull. This circular frame was attached very strongly to the main frame with an adjustable hinge which allowed the unit's head to be angled to suit the current clients use of the boy's mouth and throat.

The boy was positioned over the thoracic bolts and one by one all eight were inserted permanently into his spine. This was done with much effort to hold the struggling unit in place since Dr. Dogood was describing to his audience what was happening and the unit realized what was to be his permanent fate.

Dr. Dogood added: "Note that we have reinforced the vertebrae of this unit over the previous months so that there will be no possibility of any of his vertebrae breaking, or of dislodging the bolts. Note also that the chemical being used on the threads of the bolts will insure their permanency. Now as the final bolt is put into place I would like to state the obvious. This unit will NEVER be removed from his current position within this frame."

Jim could see the look of horror in the boy's eyes and could see the look of ultimate despair. It seemed that the fight had gone out of him as the placement of the five bolts into his skull were almost anti-climatic. The framework also had temporary extensions onto which the unit's legs and arms were affixed with small straps to disallow any severe thrashing of the boy's as yet unfettered limbs

Dr. Dogood continued: "Also note that the unit's skull has been also reinforced. Those five bolts will allow the unit no movement of his head other than the slight up-and-down movement allowed by the frame so that it can always attain the perfect position with respect to the person who is using the boy's mouth."

The unit was now only able to look upward. Its eyes were roving wildly as he realized his predicament. The level of its breathing also increased.

Dr. Dogood was absolutely beaming at this unit was recognizing its ultimate fate. "Now I would like to point out the section of wall to our left which will now be lowered onto the boy, isolating his head and arms on one side of the room's partition, and his trunk and legs on the other side. The opening has been precisely measured to seemingly cut the boy in half. Indeed this units new owner intends to make use of each half of this unit in totally separate rooms. One room for the utilization of the boy's mouth and throat, and the entirely separate room for a client wanting to use the boy's rectal opening and also make use of the boy's now modified penis and testicles for stimulation of the boy to produce quite a powerful aphrodisiac."

The boy looked upward – the only direction which was allowed – to see the placement of the section of wall which would forever put the two parts of his body seemingly into two separate worlds. As the divider was bolted into place the boy felt the weird sensation of thinking that it was as if the lower half of his body was no longer his. And then the next immediate realization that no part of his body was truly his. And following this realization, coupled with the bondage in which his small body was experiencing, he shuddered and spasmed as a monstrous orgasm took control not only of his body, but of his mind as well. The modifications and enhancements of brain pathways already in place was already determining just how this BoyToy would be responding to his future use.

Most of the audience caught the small production of a mostly clear liquid escape the metal encased penis of the small boy as spasm after spasm shuddered through his small body. Dr. Doogood was estatic to see the fruition of all his new work.

He again addressed his audience: "You will all note that not only will this boy automatically respond sexually to the use made of his body and body orifices, but his neural system coupled with conditioned brain pathways, will make the use of his mouth and throat, and also his rectal sphincters work to enhance the enjoyment of the unit's users. The contractions of the boy's rectal muscles will forever provide the tightest and maximum stimulation of the clients penis. His mouth and throat will likewise perform automatically."

Jim looked down at the now nearly collapsed boy and wished he could be one of the boy's clients.

Dr. Dogood continued: "Come around to this side of the enclosure and we will show you the completion of the boy's installation."

The boy himself, barely recovered from his intense orgasm felt someone take hold of his footless right leg, lift it into the air, and position it all the way back to the dividing wall. He remembered back to the day when such total horror stopped his mind from comprehending what had been done to his feet. With a growing despair at the realization that his feet felt so "wrong" he attempted to touch his right foot only to discover not only was his foot missing, but all his fingers and thumb were likewise missing. His scream could be heard done the hall all the way to Dr. Dogood's opulent office.

Right now he was to discover another reason for the removal of his feet. He could feel the part of his leg from knee to ankle being positioned into a slot exactly conforming to its form. Then something was pushed up against the back of the upward pointing leg and it felt like his entire lower leg was fully enclosed into the partition of the wall. And that is exactly what had been done.

Dr. Dogood explained: "As you can see, the boy's foot was removed to allow the total encasement of this boy's lower leg into the wall. Now for the boy's left leg."

The boy started to panic as he realized that this was to be his permanent disposition. But his other leg was no match for the men encasing the lower portion of this limb into the wall and soon both of the boy's lower legs were being held in their permanent position in the very wall that now extended above him seemingly cutting his body in half.

"Note now the upward tilting of the boy's quite cute butt and the easy exposure of the boy's enhanced butt hole. Also the boy's penis is now pointing upward for easy access. Let us all now proceed to the other side of the middle partition to witness the completion of his installment."

The audience repositioned themselves to view the side which contained now the boy's head, arms, and shoulders. The boy was now crying and had discontinued all struggle. The right arm was disengaged from the restraining strap, moved to an angle away from the boy's body with the elbow about even with the emergence of his shoulders from the wall, and his forearm was enclosed into a slot in the wall in similar fashion as was the boy's lower legs.

"You will note that the entire lower arm and what is left of the boy's hand will forever be positioned within this wall. The fingers and thumb have been removed so that it was easier to modify the limb for permanent installation without worrying about poor blood circulation."

The boy gave a heavy breathing sound as his other arm met an identical fate. Strangely, the boy's crying has totally stopped and Dr. Dogood recognized the boy's reaction.

"You should all note that this unit is again undergoing extreme heightening of his sexual libido. This conditioning of this unit was engineered in order to insure his future users of a proper response to their use of the boy's openings."

The audience could see that the unit could move his eyes and mouth parts, and manipulate its shoulders slightly, but that was all. This was similar to the other end of the unit's torso where only small movements of his butt were permitted. The permanence of the unit's installation caused quite a reaction from several members of the audience. Some of them remarked that the entire installation process caused them to soak their underwear with pre-cum and they were about to explode.

Dr. Dogood made some final remarks: "The installation is essentially complete gentlemen. This unit will never again be anything but a toy used exclusively for the sexual gratification of its owner's customers."

The unit was moved away on a grav sled and prepared for shipping to its new owners. This was a conglomerate that ran a large vacation resort where almost any pleasure could be had for a price.

"Now that the unit can not hear I want to describe to you its future. With all the modifications that have been performed, it life expectancy is considerably reduced. But we still expect at least 40 or more years of good service from it. What it will not realize until the time comes for its use, almost any contact by its users along the main trunk of its body will proceed to send it into a severe need for sexual release. In crass terms it will be supper horny, and to such a degree that almost no other thought but sexual release will occupy its thoughts. Of course this release can be accomplished only by two methods. One can be accomplished by touching the metal encasement around the boy's small penis and testicles. The other of course is by being forcibly raped."

"So that the unit will always react as if this is the first time that its is forced to do such thing, soon after its transference to his permanent location, a drug will be forced into his brain which will make memory transference to permanent memory impossible. Not only will the ensuing day be the first day of the rest of its life, it will be the only day – over and over again."

Jim, startled to hear about the future lack of memory transfer opined: "Well at least the boy will not have to suffer an entire of 40 years or so of the same thing day after day."

Dr. Dogood replied: "As you recognized, every awakening of the unit will seem to it to be the very first day of use as a sexual pleasure device. But there is real purpose for this: 1) to maintain the allusion to the customer that he one of the first persons to so rape or to otherwise use this unit; 2) so that this unit will not suffer a total emotional destruction and thus limit its effectiveness as a sexual pleasure unit, which has happened too much in the past; and 3) so that the unit responds as so conditioned and does not 'learn' anything that could compromise its mission. In fact, it will be incapable of learning anything new ever again."

Perspective of Jim, newly hired computer expert

I returned to the guest lounge, and picked up the advanced hype about this new unit. I finally also read that this unit will remain as an apparent 12 year old for the remainder of its entire life. I had been wondering about that. I was so consumed with lust for this boy (or unit) that I made a call to my financial agent to find out about my immediate cash reserves. I then called the resort who had purchased this unit. I arranged an immediate reservation for a suite at their resort and purchased an hour of time with unit PFSF-1. I was looking forward to watching it eyes as I force my penis down its young throat. And later to feel its rectal muscles clamp down onto my seven inches [18 cm]. Just the idea of its total helplessness had me instantly hard. To see its eyes realizing that this now was the entirety of its existence! I spurted just thinking about my use of its body. A body that will never grow up. A body that will never experience the living any real life of its own. A body totally at the will of its users. A body that will never leave its framework.

Perspective of the 'unit'

That very next day, I was still somewhat in shock. Strangely I was no longer panicking. And I wondered if that strange doctor guy had realized that he had left the intercom in the room they put me temporarily was on. To keep reliving the same day over and over. At least I finally realized that this was actually better than a remembered lifetime of the exact same day over and over with but minor variation. I guessed that if this were to happen to me then it was better that it was always a first day experience.

I was both frightened but then strangely excited. I had heard what I was going to be forced to do, and strangely I felt something I'd never quite felt before. My penis was very stiff and I had a kind of electric excitement centered around it. I realized that this was what they meant by being horny. And for some reason I liked the prospect of guys raping me! Just the idea got me so excited. And to be forced to swallow someone's penis! I was both revolted and excited at the same time. But I was sad when I realized that I'd only have another 40 years or so. But if this was all that I'd now have in life I decided to enjoy it. I was so determined never to think about what I will be missing out on. I was looking forward to my first meal of cum. And my first rape!

Two days later the unit's module was put into place alongside several others. Its new owner was addressing himself to the now thoroughly resigned boy.

"Enjoy your life boy. Just think. Day after day of sexual use but we are allowing you at least your own sexual enjoyment. Be grateful for that. Also your daily cleaning and feedings will be done with the utmost care. You are valuable property after all."

Chapter 4
An Experimental BoyToy

Jim was quite pleased to find himself invited to the BoyToy, Inc.'s very secret labs. Here is where the latest experimentation in their field is done. He was told that none other than Dr. Dogood himself was to take him around to the various experiments taking place. His modest 7 inch [18 cm] cock was straining for release while Jim was waiting for a guide to take him into the inner sanctum so to speak, where are the latest scientific advances are taking place.

Finally. The door opened and the doctor's young black assistant, wearing nothing but a chastity device that looked to be a series of small snug rings traversing the length of a semi-hard penis sticking straight outward almost 10 inches [25 cm] from a naked crotch and two pendulous balls hanging below. The chastity harness was in turn held in place by two leather and metal bands that descended from a wide waist band, to either side of his testicles, and up each side of his asshole, rejoining his waist band in the back. They testicles were really hanging since a metal cage surrounded and separated each ball and from each hung a thin rod, perhaps 5 inches [12½ cm] long hung below, pulling on the testicles. There was a 1 foot chain hobble connecting two manacles made of leather and steel on each of the young man's ankles, limiting his steps severely. But what most amazed the visitor was the fact that the young man was forced to keep his right lower arm strapped along his back with a leather lined metal manacle around his wrist to which were attached two short chains to either side. These in turn were attached to two rings that were connected to his chastity device where it passed just along either side of his rectum. The covering binding his wrist and hand of course held his hand right where it was – in the crack of his butt with three of his fingers inside his own rectum! He could not speak since his entire head was encased within a form fitting metal mask with only two very small eyeholes. I presumed some arrangement was allowed for his breathing but I saw nothing apparent. What WAS apparent was that his mouth was obviously greatly filled with some sort of internal gag.

Another rumor had it that this slave had been with his master Dr. Dogood since he was 12 years of age. And that they were quite dedicated to each other. He escorted me to Dr. Dogood who was examining a small and very cute Latino boy.

"Ah. I see you've made it Mr. Boyle. What do you think?"

On the padded table lay what appeared to be a small and very cute 11 or 12 year old boy whose skin seemed to glow with health and allure. He was looking up at the two men with anxious eyes. That was about all he could do since he was being held down forcibly by restraints covering every portion of his small body, and a small gag held his mouth open and his tongue at the bottom of his mouth.

"Now this boy you see here will hopefully start a new line of BoyToys. A new creation. At least we are very hopeful of complete success. The entire process with this boy, apart from the usual physical modifications to make sure he remains prepubescent, and can physically withstand years of sexual use, concerns revolutionary techniques and drug regimens to affect brain pathway modification and strength of sexual libido. Or put more accurately, to make sure he only thinks about what we want him to think about."

"As you can see, this boy is physically that of a prepubescent 11 year old, with a hard penis of 3 inches [7½ cm] and testicles about ½inch [12 mm] across held in a slightly pendulous scrotal sac."

"The usual modifications have been made. This boy's testicles have been removed and installed are the most advanced aphrodisiac producing ones. They will also allow the boy to have the usual prepubescent orgasm only much more intense and long lasting. (Dr. Dogood was of the opinion that his "boys" should have at least some reward for their enforced service). In fact, other enhancements to his prostate and other glands will make sure that his physical libido will always be very high. Also his mouth and anus have been so reconstructed that he will be able to give the best and sustained sexual stimulation for quite a number of years. We are fully expecting at least 45 to 55 years of proficient service when he becomes fully operational."

The doctor looked down at the boy with a strange expression of fondness. What was THAT all about? He then removed the small mouth gag.

"How are you doing Juan? Recovered yet from yesterday's session?"

The boy actually smiled. "Sure thing doc. And wow! The drug is surely working. It's been only 6 hours and already I need another fix. Bad! Could you please help me out here doc?"

An addiction? What is this all about?

"As you can see hear, this boy is very heavily aroused. Over the past three months, we have been gradually changing the boy's brain pathways. Eliminating any which could interfere with inhibitions, and increasing his already innate desire to be used for sex. The more he allows himself to submit, and to comply with everything we do to him, the more he becomes sexually aroused. Two months ago he was still combative, but we've been able to eliminate all of the negative elements of his memory and conditioning which balked at being used. When he spoke of a fix, what he is really talking about is allowing him to come to orgasm. Though again, after what we have done to his brain, and to its chemical pathways, in about one more month Billy will not be able to think about much of anything but how to assuage his momentous sexual urge. And that will only be able to happen when he is totally submissive and compliant. Hence we are aiming here for the perfect sex slave boy. Right Billy?"

"Sure thing doc. Whatever you say. Use me anyway you want. Please!"

I was amazed at the boy's extreme eagerness to please. I learned that he had already undergone most of his brain pathway redesign. Then the good doctor showed me a few of the other experimental models "under construction" so to speak. In the next room was a boy straight out of a Nordic God's dream. A blond cutie with piercing blue eyes. The doctor explained that they were in the process of conditioning the boy, who looked at the cusp of pubescence, to be sexually aggressive.

The last room in this area contained something which might have been a boy at some time in the past but was now looking more like a monkey with prehensile tail, beautiful fur covering most of his body, and the cutest face in spite looking like half monkey and half boy.

"Holy shit doc! What is that?"

"I thought you'd be impressed. We have just recently be experimenting with the introduction of various animal DNA in out gene splices. We are quite proud of our recent successes in this area. Let's take a closer look."

I was again shocked when we went into the room at the amazing monkey-boy. It was as if you had a boy changed about 75% into a monkey yet keep all the cutest portions of the boy's anatomy in place. Especially the face. It still had the intelligent look of a human in spite of all the short fur which covered about 80% of it. On close inspection I could see that this animal-boy was possibly 12 to 13 years of age and sporting an immature set of genitalia but probably just starting through puberty. The boy tried to cover up his partial erection with his quite monkey-like hands. His long tail was swishing behind him. He seemed quite frightened.

"Please. I don't want to be a monkey." Although the boy was totally without restraint, there was a slim collar around his neck which almost blended into the color of his fur. I suspected that it was also a control device to make sure that the "boy" behaved.

His speech was just a bit strange and I could see that the shape of his mouth was slightly protruding. His body odor was strange but not unpleasant. I looked at the doctor for any explanation he was going to give about this boy.

The doctor addressed the boy first. "Don't worry boy. You are exactly what we were aiming for. How about taking away your hands so we can see your cute boy penis?"

The monkey-boy was visibly shaking as he removed his hands. The doctor told me that the boy's mental conditioning was about complete. That the prospective buyer wanted a creature which was shy and innocent. The skin on the exposed portions of the monkey-boy, including his face and the area immediately around his areolae was tan brown. His penis was about the same color and a now a quite stiff 5 inches [12½ cm]. The testicles were in a tight naked brown pocket on the underside of his penis.

The monkey-boy's tail was swishing back quite fast as the doctor told the boy to turn and bend over so we could get to inspect his butt and boy hole. (Or monkey hole). I was quite taken with the tight short fur which covered all but the very crack which had a delightful dark brown hole with radiating creases. It seemed a lot darker than the rest of his skin, what I could see of it.

As we were leaving the area Dr. Dogood noted that success with this model of BoyToy had been so successful that they were now contemplating other animal-boy mixes.

Dr. Dogood expounded: "The families of ape-monkey DNA we are now finding relatively easy to mix with human DNA. But in order to mix DNA from branches much further on the evolutionary tree pose its own brand of challenges. But we are indeed now working on the inclusion of genetic material from a horse."

After a few questions about this type of research I inquired about the disposition of the monkey-boy.

"He will probably live a quite pampered life with exclusive cliental. He was commissioned by Boys for Pleasure, Inc. on Tringus III which is fast becoming one of the best vacation spots for the connoisseur of man-boy sex."

As I left the facility that evening I found myself unable to get the image of that first Latino boy out of my mind. Fortunately I was able to see this boy just 4 weeks later. The change was dramatic. Though still strapped down, the boy was breathing quite hard in and out. His eyes were roaming about as if imploring someone to do something. But he was not speaking except for a small whimpering sound.

The doctor at that time informed me of the following: "This unit, and I refer to him as such since he is totally in the grip of his sexual need, has his world presently collapsed to include only the sexual gratification of his prospective clients. In addition, his own sexual need which can only be assuaged by his total submission. This, for the time being, is his entire world. He is probably having only one thought right now. Someone to use him for sex. No other thoughts are able to enter his awareness. To sexually please other men is now his entire life."

I looked down at the boy who now looked up at me with a kind of desperation in his eyes.

Dr. Dogood prompted: "Well how about using the lad? It's what he wants."

I quickly undressed and unstrapped the boy's legs. I then retied his ankles above his head. He was breathing more calmly now and his eyes seemed to say thank you. His beautiful back passage, ringed in a corrugation of dark brown skin, seemed to draw in my very soul. I needed to experience the velvety interior. As I gradually entered his rectum I was amazed at the tightness and strength of its grip on my penis. I could also finally hear him say something even if it were only a loud moan of pleasure. He suddenly became very active pushing his butt into me. He appeared to live right now for only one thing. To be fucked! I obliged. After I finished I could see the boy's deep brown eyes light up as if he recognized me. As I recovered from my intense orgasm, letting his beautifully smooth skinned and well proportioned legs back down, I could not resist fondling his still stiff brown 3 inch [7½ cm] cocklet. There was a clear liquid dripping down its length which seemed to keep me heavily aroused just breathing in its bouquet. I brought my hand to my mouth and the mere taste increased my sexual arousal almost two-fold and I was again instantly hard.

"Thank you sir. I .. I mean master. I'm supposed to call whoever buy's me, master. Dr. Dogood promised I'd like him quite a lot, master."

The boy looked up at the good doctor. "Doc, is this my new master?"

"No boy. Just someone who is interested in your progress. How is your urge doing?"

"I think I have maybe 15 minutes or so."

I was a bit confused, and by now almost ready to have another orgasm. The doctor described the potency of the aphrodisiac which I had ingested. He also explained the "15 minutes." It was the time this boy had before he was again totally in the grip of his sexual arousal. The boy had to be strapped down because as he approached his peak of need, he would try to fuck anything that could possibly fit. It was necessary so that he would not injure himself. The boy started flailing his legs and Dr. Dogood strapped them down again.

"Obviously this boy's new master will be required to keep him in almost continuous bondage," I surmised.

The boy gave out a small sigh. And a small voice exclaimed: "But that even makes me more needy. And I sort of like it more and more as I get needier and needier. Doc, could you hook me up to the fucking machine again? Please!? I'm starting to get real fidgety already."

I was now quite intrigued. Dr. Dogood reached for an improbably large dildo shaped object on the side counter and gradually pushed it into the boy's brown butt hole amid quite a few high pitched squeals from the boy himself. The doctor twisted his hand and then touched a control on the object's base. The squeals got more intense and the boy was trying to shove upward against his tight bonds. In only moments the boy was breathing heavily and whimpering again. I asked what had happened to the boy.

"Well, we possibly went just a bit too far with the brain rewiring. When his need becomes so insistent, the boy can only process ideas that are connected with sexual pleasure. Yet his always extreme need for orgasm can only be achieved in his total submission. Thus his only thoughts, and extreme need during this climax of his need, is for someone to use him sexually. He becomes lucid for only about 10 minutes between orgasms. We intend to try to reverse the extreme measure of his need for sex."

I was amazed as I saw the boy screamed out in an intense and prolonged orgasm. I was quite aroused myself, but I at least could ignore my aroused state but obviously the boy was not. And then the boy finally recovered again and smiled as he looked up at us.

"Wow. That was awesome, doc. That butt thing of yours is amazing!" The bright brown eyes of the small boy seemed to light up his dark face. I was quite drawn to the small bay strapped to the table. The entire scenario seemed surreal. Here was a boy totally bound to the table, totally a prisoner to his sexual need, and was actually smiling. I think I could really try to keep this boy myself but on the heels of this thought was the idea that I'd want more a boy than a toy for long term use. This boy was more likely destined for a high end boy brothel or some such establishment. Dr. Dogood must have been reading my thoughts.

"Actually, as in quite a few original research projects, we did not quite get the results we were aiming for. We definitely wanted a boy totally eager for sex at all times but also one who could function enough during his arousal. And this particular BoyToy is on contract."

The boy was sure quite something; he perked up and added himself to the conservation: "I can function, I promise! Jus' need to be 'stricted some 'tween 'gasms. You find a good master for me yet doc?"

Dr. Dogood addressed the boy. "Sure thing boy. We just need to adjust you a bit. Hopefully in a few weeks from now."

The boy smiled even as I could see his arousal start to grip him again so vigorously. When we left the room I looked at the good doctor and he answered the question without my asking.

"I figure about a 70% chance. Shame too if we are not successful. The contract we have for him would bring in 10 times what we'd get if we have to ship him off to SynCity or some such where he'd be chained to a bed for the next 50 years."

I looked back at the room we vacated and unaccountably found myself hoping that the boy would get his wish of a good "master."

Another question I had was to ask if the drug regression of brain function also worked as well on adults such as myself. Of course along with concomitant physical regression. (A brief thought of submissive desire briefly captured a fleeting thought).

Dr. Dogood smiled as he answered: "Bright lad you are. That is another project we are currently working on. But success is still problematic for the time being."

Before I left the facility Dr. Dogood found me another "experiment" with whom I was able to assuage my extreme arousal. The boy involved was a slender blond kid who had actually volunteered to be made into a BoyToy. He was 16, quite cute, and quite aggressive which suited me fine. I asked the boy how he came to "volunteer" and he explained.

"Well, I was so messed up with drugs. My best friend died. I knew I was next if I didn't do something drastic. And I like sex. A lot of sex. And my next gene-splice will enable me to handle up to class four torture on a regular basis. And Dr. Dogood promised that the next brain modification will stop all the rest of my addiction problems besides even make me LIKE being tortured. After seeing some of the BoyToys produced here I believe him."

"But torture? I couldn't do that."

The boy even laughed. "Dr. Dogood said only to class four. And I get so aroused just thinking about it. I think I've been messed up for a long time. I used to sell myself for drugs and those sessions were not tame. This way I know I won't be addicted any more and I will be alive. And besides, he promised I'd be allowed to enjoy the sex as much as the clients."

I shuddered slightly trying to envision a lifetime of people torturing me for sex. I couldn't quite do it. But I was soon brought to an amazing orgasm by the boy's quite talented mouth. The boy's butt hole was tight and just as talented. I was wondering how the hell the boy could have been trained to do that.

Chapter 5
The Twins

From the perspective of Jim, BoyToys, Inc. computer expert

The next time I was fortunate enough to visit the good doctor, Dr. Dogood was making the rounds of the new BoyToys, 'under construction' so to speak.

"Ah, Jim, I am so glad you could make it again." He brought me into the first room. The small space contained two specimens of the most exquisite boy flesh I'd seen in quite some time.

We may as well introduce you to the newest in BoyToy technology. These boys are quite special, aren't you boys?"

They seemed to take turns answering. "Sure thing doc. Hi mister. We're helping make new BoyToys, aren't we doc?"

"Sure thing boys." the 'doc' answered.

But, though I'd never seen this happen before, the two boys were out of their cages and totally unshackled, nor otherwise put under restraint. Just the usual obedience collars. And they were two of the most scrumptious looking young teen boys I'd seen in a long time. They were identical twins and looked to be about 13 years of age. They were handsomely Negroid in both their features and their extremely black skin. They were slim but had more than a hint of future muscle. Of course the doctor mentioned, as with all the new BoyToys, through removal of their testicles and implanting special ceramic ones with their own genetically mutated colony of host bacteria, a chemical was produced which, along with other special chemical implants at strategic locations, they will neither age not mature physically.

Dr. Dogood continued to explain: "And of course, as will most of the newer BoyToy lines today, at orgasm, their immature penises will give forth a small amount of a powerful aphrodisiac."

As the doctor spoke, the twin boys smiled as they sucked from identical squeeze bulbs which I assumed was their morning meal. The two totally naked boys were each sporting a stiff black woodie and seemed not to have the slightest care for any modesty. Their penises were circumcised and beautifully proportioned, and about 4 inches [10 cm] long, and obviously still prepubescent. The small coal black rounded heads seemed to glisten in the light. They each had identical very pendulous ball sacs with their now ceramic replacement balls, which dropped about 2 inches [5 cm] below. There was not a hair in sight below their eyebrows. Obviously, their new role as future BoyToys themselves dictated the totally prepubescent boy look. But, at least as of now, I could see no other obvious outward indication of their modifications. But the strangest thing of all that I observed, the two boys seemed not the slightest bit distressed that their future will no doubt be as a functioning sex toys for their owner's adult clients.

"I would like to point out some of the obvious modifications we have made over the past 5 months. You will note that the boys' penises are erect. These two boys will always be rather strongly aroused. Of course the remainder of their lives will be dedicated to providing sexual pleasure to their new owner's clients. It will just be that much more an incentive if they too can participate in having orgasms. But it will be monitored and controlled, however, and they will be under strict system of punishment and reward. All revolving around sex of course."

The doctor then simply picked up one of the boys who didn't resist in the slightest and placed him on his back on a padded table. Then addressed the boy's twin: "Here, you hold up his legs and spread them wide. I want to show the gentleman the terminus of his urinary system."

The doctor turned to me and guided my gaze (away from the boy's genitals) and redirected it to the area immediately under the boy's testicles. I could see a small projection ending with a flash of metal and some special plastic-looking material that could actually bond with the boy's flesh as I found out later.

"This is a valve that can only be released by a special cup into which this small mound fits. Together with both mouth gags and butt plugs, neither of these boys will have any control over their bodily functions. They will never be allowed to eat, or shit except when the plugs and gags are momentarily released, and they will also be totally dependant on someone else to empty their bladders."

I looked down at the boys who were now listening intently only to see small smiles. The boys said that they figured things like that would happen.

One of the boys remarked: "Heck, all the BoyToys we've been helping with had gags and butt plugs." It was then the other boy who continued: "And we know all about that stuff. From our previous clients."

I was now in the dark. Previous clients? But before I could ask the obvious question, the doctor then had the two boys sit on the bench. I suddenly became quite distracted by the smooth black skin of their abdomens as it merged with their upper legs. And especially the objects projecting outward in between. I was looking still at both of their remarkably cute penile projections. Still quite rigid and shaking a bit as the blood throbbed through their bodies.

"Since you are staring at their penises now I suppose I should mention that implanted into the very nerve trunk from their genitals and also their quite enhanced prostate is a device that when activated, will continuously transmit a pulse that will make the boys totally unable to loose conscious thought of their penises and testicles. This implant, among others, will be brought into operation tomorrow. And we must not forget one of their best features. Instead of only doing the usual enhancement of their rectal sphincters with the addition of special musculature, we have added to them the ability to even repair these muscles at a rapid pace. Thus for all intents and purposes, even after just a night's recuperation, their rectums will feel like a new virgin's."

The two boys seemed proud of this distinction. They obviously knew that their lives will be in the sexual service to other men, but I wondered if they understood that BoyToys have NO other role or purpose EVER. (At least up to now). It will be interesting to see their reactions when they understand just what fate tomorrow will bring them.

"Now let's move up to their mouths and throats." The doctor had both boys open their mouths widely." As you can see all their teeth have been removed and replaced by those fleshy protuberances which will play a big role in their abilities to give their owner's clients oral ministrations. They will provide a quite a stimulating blowjob on demand. And to facilitate this, their throat muscles have been enhanced, and also their airways have been closed off separately and can even take in air through a special intake just under their throats, if need be."

The doctor pointed out the very slight flap of skin that now covered these auxiliary breathing holes. And then continued: "This allows them to have something in their mouths and throats for quite some period of time. For example, pivoting on a penis which is stuck down their throats, or with their faces deep into the crack of a clients butt with their tongues doing what they were made for, stimulating both the exteriors and interiors of their clients sphincters."

I was again surprised to see that the two boys did not seem too terribly upset by what the doctor was saying. I asked the doctor for the reason.

"Well these two boys are quite a find. It seems that their step dad had been prostituting them out since they were 10 years old. They no longer had any other close relatives. The last 5 months has been a treat for them. And we promised them that they would never be separated. They came with us willingly. They are exclusively homosexually oriented and are natural submissives. Of course we will be taking full advantage of those traits as you will see tomorrow. That they will be very sexually aroused by their intended role will make their special mental indoctrination and conditioning work to our advantage. Their prospective owner will be here also for their initial training. Some of his most important customers had been inquiring about such a variant from our BoyToy models."

And I was thinking that their looks alone would draw interest from even the most jaded pedophile. I was wondering how my own finances were doing. I wouldn't mind booking an hour or two with them myself. And they were smiling again as I couldn't resist caressing their most special boy parts. The two penises were rock hard and the boys seemed pleased to have their boy parts fondled.

Dr. Dogood smiled when he saw my hand caressing a small black jutting penis. My own penis was becoming quite stiff also and must have showed. But when one of the boys began to actively pump his turgid 4 inches [10 cm] into my hand, Dr. Dogood touched the small instrument on his wrist and both boys immediately shrieked as they collapsed onto the floor. Whatever happened only lasted a part of a second but both boys showed instant fear and were crying as they stumbled back onto their feet.

"You know better boys. Your future owner alone will decide what use you will make of your own sex parts. Never presume otherwise."

The boys wiped their tears and abjectly apologized promising never to try to masturbate without permission. At the same time both boys were fingering their temporary obedience collars. I wondered just how big a jolt of pain had been administered.

Then Dr, Dogood abruptly walked towards the door and addressed me smiling at the boys' quick submission: "Well Jim, why don't I and my two helpers here show you around to the other projects in progress."

I was again surprised when the boys were allowed to roam with us with no physical restrictive devices. I asked the good doctor about this.

"Well, they do have temporary obedience collars on which allow us some control. I can incapacitate either one of them with this wrist control. Shall I demonstrate it again boys?"

Two loud "NOOOO's" reverberated around the small room. One of the boys continued: "We messed up and promise not to try that again."

The other boy continued: "Yeah. Jus' 'cus we tried to jerk off. The doctor was really mean."

"Yeah. And I thought my whole body was coming apart. Please doc, we won't disobey again. You know that!"

There were four imploring eyes directed at the doctor.

"I'm sure boys. Now let's show Jim here the torture test boy."

We all four soon came to another room where the story was entirely different. This boy was definitely well secured. Strapped to a well cushioned table was about a 14 year old oriental of Chinese extraction. What struck me were the series of straps about the boy's head, which in turn were affixed to a sort of helmet and half mask with a mass of wires coming out and being fed into another machine. With only loose bonds, the boy was thrashing around and there was a loud moaning and keening coming from his severely gagged mouth. From the mouth extended a shout tube apparently a method of forced feeding. What I did not see at first was that the boy was wired for torture. There was a wire leaving the hollow conductive sound permanently held within the boy's 4 inch [10 cm] stiff penis. Out of its middle was a catheter which was draining his bladder. Also, wires led from each of the individual cages about his testicles. Another came from an absolutely immense metal dildo that I was told was also semi-permanently emplaced into his well stretched rectum. It too allowed his feces to be removed. The doctor said that this boy was currently being used to test out neural responses to common class four (non debilitating) electro-torture.

"OK boys, as yesterday why don't you help change out his feeding tube and anal evacuation device, while I temporarily turn off the torture machine and check his other vital responses."

The boy stopped thrashing about as the machine was turned off and I could see dry tear tracks running down his face.

To me the doctor added: "As you can see here, this boy is a bit old for our usual BoyToy conversions. But he does have the right genetics for testing out our new neural inhibitors. We are trying to improve our method of allowing the torture of our BoyToys, while at the same time keeping them in prime "new" condition. The regimen of drugs this boy is on now is very promising. A week ago his neurotransmitter response to identical torture was double as it is now, yet his pain response is only slightly lower. That means, even though he will feel almost the same pain, it will have a drastically less effect long term on his brain pathways."

"How long has he been used for these electro pain test doctor?"

The doctor I could see had not anticipated such a question. "Why I am not too sure. But I can easily check." At a computer consol he touched a few spots and announced. "Ah, here it is. Well, just over two months. We will probably allow this one to physically mature through the first stages of puberty and then sell him to someone wanting a permanent slave for torture and other fun games. You will note by his erect penis and other signs of acute sexual arousal, this boy has been prepared for a life as a masochistic pain slave."

The twins completed their tasks, and the good doctor restarted the carefully controlled torture program. The boy dutifully restarted his muffled screaming and his severe contortions. I was glad to see that the table was well padded, and the straps very strong. As I saw the boy seemingly thrust his hips upward the small amount permitted by his restraints, and heard his muffled screams change to muffled moans I was trying to imagine how it would feel having such a strong orgasm while undergoing such torture. My own restricted penis seemed to harden even further thinking this thought.

The next room contained a boy who I swear had more metal on him than a well outfitted chest of drawers. And there were two attendants about to fit him into a full control body suit.

"Hold on there fellas," the doctor spoke. "I want to show off this cute creation."

The two men put the boy back on the high table. He looked to be about 8 or 9 years of age, but without the extended stomach usually seen in boys that age. In addition, his proportions seemed just a bit off. That was until I realized that he was probably much older, just quite small for his age. He was very dark complexioned and with straight black hair. He looked Latino but with perhaps a touch of something more exotic. I instantly wanted to explore his entire body. He was absolutely beautiful and alluring. He looked straight at us with fear in his eyes. But I soon realized that it wasn't all fear. He was squirming quite a lot but made no attempt to move away from us or even cover up his small genitals. His penis was beautifully formed and sticking straight out and about 3 inches [7½ cm], in spite of the massive ring which transected the penis horizontally just behind the glans. His small testicles were separated from his penis and also into individual sacs by bands of metal. And now I realized just what was in his eyes. It was an intense arousal. But what stood out most with this boy were all the metal bands circling parts of his body plus a few rings almost too large to seem in proportion to his small body. Just when I was about to ask a question the good doctor started his description.

"As you may not realize because of his four foot stature, this boy is actually at the physical age of an 11 year old. He is of mixed genetic background both Latino and Thai. As you can see it has produced quite a marvelous boy. It prospective owner, in this case a person wanting his own special boy, decided that no brain pathway changes were to be made other than to establish a very high level of sexual arousal not normally found in an 11 year old. As you can see the boy is quite self controlled. This was done in the old fashioned way, with physical stimuli until he realized fully that his obedience is to be absolute."

The doctor looked at the boy and the boy looked at the device on the doctor's wrist. He started to leak tears as he weakly replied: "Yes master. I promise to be a good boy master." The boy now had his own arms wrapped tightly around his own body as if to provide minimal protection, the silvery bands at the wrists and above his elbows standing out in contrast to his dusky skin.

The twins seemed to look at the boy with some compassion. I guess they too, even if more cooperative from the beginning of their training, also felt the consequence of disobedience.

"Don't worry boy. You will be going to a very nice master. He will spoil you so much you eventually won't even want to leave."

The boy didn't seem too inclined to believe the doctor. Dr. Dogood turned toward me and added: "Aside from maintaining ridged and total physical and mental control over this BoyToy, his new master will no doubt dote on him I'm afraid. Of course the boy will be kept in almost continuous bondage except when in his master's bed."

At those words the boy seemed to be afraid all over again. The doctor addressed the boy again: "Look boy, we've made quite a few changes in your body as per your master's instructions. You needn't worry. Your body has been modified to provide optimum service for your master. And that metal plug up your butt will keep you open just enough to allow your master's penis to fit without pain. You are quite a lucky BoyToy. Your master only uses corporal punishment for lapses in obedience."

As I looked at the metal adorned boy a tiny thought of envy coursed through my mind. Of course I now understood all the additions. His master had no lack of points onto which to attach the boy to all sorts of bondage apparatus.

One of the twins seemed to want to approach the boy to touch one of the boy's bands. With a very light touch one of the twins brought his hand over the small arm of the almost rigid boy. "Don't worry boy. You're lucky to have a single master." The second twin opined: "I'm sure your master will be good to you."

The doctor picked up the description of what had been done to this cute youngster. I still had trouble believing him to be 11 years old. He barely came up to my chest, and couldn't have weighed more than 60 pounds.

"This boy has had the usual modifications. There are enhancement of his mouth, throat, sphincters, and rectum. All his teeth have been removed and his lower jaw has been modified to easily dislocate to accommodate his prospective master's penis in spite of its small size. As you can see, modifications have been made to his mouth to assure normal looks. His testicles have been removed and the usual additions have been implanted to insure sexual arousal. All his bones and ligaments have been enhanced so he can be hung by any appendage without harm. In addition his musculature has been modified to resist cramping if forced into rigid bondage for extended periods."

The boy took on his frightened look at those words.

"Now we come to the interesting modifications. You will note what looks like metal shackles about his ankles, lower thighs, wrists and just above his elbows. These, along with his metal collar are permanent. However, only his collar is real metal. The other thickened bands are permanently attached to his body and consist of a polymer that is as strong as steel but which can bond with his very flesh, with tendrils extending into his bones. The ring encircling each of the middle portions of these bands provide anchor points for chains or straps. As do the rings in his nipples, ears, and the one through his little penis. The flattened band between his penis and testicles is also bonded to his flesh and can provide extra stimulus to arouse the BoyToy sexually."

I was amazed at the very size of the rings. The two in his ear lobes were about 1½inches [4 cm] in diameter while the ones in his nipples about an inch [2½ cm]. But it was the one which traversed his penis side to side just below the glans which drew attention. It was fully three inches [7½ cm] in diameter and at least an 1/8th inch [3 mm] thick, and swung freely as the boy moved. I could just imagine how this ring would be used in various bondage scenarios. But for now there were no shackles or chains. The boy was then again lifted onto the high table and the two attendants proceeded in stuffing him into the semi-rigid body bag. The boy remained quite submissive throughout most of the procedure. Only his occasional moans attested to his unusually aroused state. His legs were forced into separate sleeves with enough cushion between them to allow reasonable comfort when the outside straps were pulled tight. The bag was then sealed over the boy's torso again with his arms in their separate sleeves along the sides of the bag. The end was sealed closed and extra outside straps were again tightened. It was only when the head of the boy was being covered in its own tightly confining hood when the boy started to struggle.

Dr. Dogood spoke to the boy. "Look boy you know to submit. You have no choice. There will be ample holes for you to breathe. If you keep struggling I will have them replace your mouth plug."

The boy quieted down. Dr. Dogood explained that the boy's master would be taking direct delivery quite soon at the facility itself.

"I happen to know the owner of this new BoyToy personally. We've departed from our usual customer base as a special favor. I also suspect if this is a financial success we may continue providing for this kind of market."

I was now curious. "Where in the world did you get such a cute creature? And so obviously aroused in spite of his fear?"

"Well, as you know we have many official and unofficial field agents always on the look out for prospective new BoyToys. We especially want ones who are already genetically predisposed to being both homosexual and submissive. This one was quite exceptional. We just greatly heightened his sexual responses with both physical adaptations and directly wiring with that device on his genitals. But his future master wanted no brain pathway modifications. He wanted his boy "natural" so to speak. He has dreams of actually winning the boy's active cooperation and even affection. Knowing the personality of his prospective master, I think he might even succeed."

I watched as the boy, now strapped onto a grav lift, was whisked away to another part of the facility – away to his new life.

"But doc, where did that boy come from?"

The doctor smiled. "He's the son of one of our own employees. His wife left him and he was always complaining about what a burden his son was. When he got into some bad debt, we made him an offer he couldn't refuse."

We looked in on eight other boys, all between the ages of 6 through 12, being modified and currently in bio-tanks undergoing major gene splices.

"All of these boys are being enhanced for use in high end brothels. Just the normal modifications. Nothing special except for that end tank."

I was very interested by this last boy since he didn't seem proportioned quite right. And his facial features were also not those of a normal boy.

"You can already see how unusual his body looks. This is another one of our newly gene engineered monkey-boys. This one will have about 6% of the physical attributes of a monkey. His fur will be short but very soft. His facial features, though still mostly boy-like, will have the definite suggestion of a monkey especially with the eyes and nose. Of course the usual modifications to maintain his prepubescent features coupled with augmentation of his prostate and other glands which will cause him to be highly sexually charged for the remainder of his life. He will be entertainment for those special clients who have an inclination for the exotic. His brain pathways have been altered just enough to include certain minor characteristics associated with a playful monkey."

I was quite surprised to note the length of the boy's newly developing prehensile tail. And as I heard Dr. Dogood describe the boy's amended personality I was wondering just how much fun this BoyToy would be.

The twins with us seemed totally in awe of the boy in this last tank and kept talking about him as we all made our way back to the twin's room.

"Now for these two delectable miscreants." And with that Dr. Dogood slapped the nearest of the twins on his butt eliciting a smiling squeal. I could tell that the doctor had arrived at some fondness for these two slaves. "I am sorry to say that the modifications and drug regimen of these two are now complete and we only must perform the final brain pathway modification before these two become the first of a new line of BoyToys. Unusual as it might be, these two boys will work the remainder of their lives as a BoyToy team. You can see that they are quite relieved to know that they will not be separated. Indeed, they will even be allowed to spend some of their sleep periods together."

"But doc, do we still hafta' become BoyToys?" one of them asked. The other continued: "We will do what people want. We don't need our brains changed."

"Sure you do sprites. We have quite few million credits invested in you. You two are quite special."

At this pronouncement the two boys beamed. "But doc, when are you gonna tell us what we have to be doin' as 'toys?"

"Tomorrow boys, you will find out. Tomorrow. Today will be the last of the tests. Now hop onto this table and let me check out your cute bodies."

The boys quickly complied while still slurping on their plastic bulbs. I was again amazed as I looked closely at their beautifully formed boy physiques. Though slender, both had enough flesh to show the first hint of what would have been their future musculature. And their beautiful boy parts! Two identical penises were moving apparently to the beat of their hearts and seemingly in perfect sync. (And I will admit here that I myself even fantasized for a moment about somehow having been kept at this stage of development. Of course the fantasy included always having all the sex I could get). I had all I could do to resist from placing my hands on their thighs and sucking on their prominently displayed rigid pieces of boy-penis.

"Jim" the good doctor asked, "how about rubbing this boy's thigh right here and tell me what you feel?"

I was already hard. When I started feeling up the boy's leg and he just sat there and giggled, I was almost poking a hole in my trousers. When I 'accidentally' rubbed the boy's genitals, I was ready to cream my pants. Especially when the boy seemed to so enjoy it. His brother said: "And now me." Of course I HAD to comply. Of course I couldn't feel anything other than normal satiny boy flesh. And I said so.

"That's what we were so wanting. It has taken us three years of experimentation to be able to have a boy's skin capable of receiving up to level three tactile torture and have no visible mark just hours later. And up to now, after say a five hour torture session, the best we could achieve was a 40 hour repair time. As you know, level three includes all non-permanently debilitating tactile and muscular pain. While level four includes deeper pain especially that from either medium caning to moderate electro torture. But this boy here can not only easily withstand that same five hour period of intense torture, but will show no observable effects the very next day!"

I was quite impressed. The boys were not. In fact the shock on their cute faces was a joy to behold.

As one they both looked at each other and then back to the doctor: "But doc! You promised no torture!" The fear on both their faces was quite palpable. But at the same time each boy seemingly without deliberate thought started masturbating their own still rigid penises.

"Boys!" the doctor made sure to get their full attention, and they immediately stopped touching themselves. "I distinctly stated that you would never be harmed. And that you would enjoy your futures. You only assumed there would be no torture. And look at you both. The idea is apparently quite arousing to you nonetheless."

I could even see small droplets escape the tips of both penises. And as if in mental contact both boys replied in concert: "Ok. Just so it's me torturing my brother."

The doctor laughed. "Look boys. I still promise. You will both enjoy your BoyToy futures. And of course you will never be separated."

The boys seemed to loose some of their apprehension but one asked: "Ok doc, but how about saying what is going to happen to us." The other boy took up from there: "What kind of BoyToy will we be?"

I was now quite curious myself. Dr. Dogood smiled and replied while rubbing both boy's fuzzy heads: "Ah, but that is a secret, but it is something new." And before either could speak he added: "And tomorrow you will both find out."

I started to protest that I did not have a pass for tomorrow when Dr. Dogood presented me with one. He escorted both charges over to a small bed within a small acrylic topped enclosure. There they could snuggle up to each other and even make use of a holo-system which I discovered the boys utilized sparingly during their "free time."

In addition the entire upper section of the each wall was a view screen. The boys were closely monitored.

Dr. Dogood filled me in as we retreated to his office. "If you are wondering, this is an attempt to produce BoyToys totally complicit in their own sexual slavery. Totally submissive and willingness to be the BoyToy they will become for the remainder of their lives."

"But how about their future experiences? Won't that change how they will respond in the future?"

"Well that brings us to what will happen to them tomorrow. If we are successful, these two will WANT to be the BoyToys we make them, and their future responses will only increase that willingness. And again we are hoping that each boy will retain enough of his natural personality that to the unpracticed eye they will seem like two ordinary boys."

I could see that Dr. Dogood was quite proud of his accomplishments and fully expected that this BoyToy pair will also be a total success. Not to digress, I was recently happy to also learn that the Latino boy I had seen a while back did indeed join with his master. Very happily. Dr. Dogood and his team were successful in backing off enough on the boy's total need for sexual release.

As I was escorted to the guest wing, I thought to myself thinking about those twin boys. "Wow. I can't wait for tomorrow."

The next day found me watching as the boys were being prepared for the mental and brain pathway modifications to adjust them for their future roles. As I joined the now small party I was introduced to the boy's new owner under special contract inside the small room. I experienced a wave on envy, imagining myself in total control of the two exquisite pieces of boy flesh. The doctor, and another official from BoyToys, Inc., none other than Mr. Boyton Forbes himself, were already there. Dr. Dogood was explaining to Mr. Forbes about how the two boys were to be conditioned to engage in their future roles. "But that is precisely the whole idea. After treatment the boys will WANT to do this! After their full mental conditioning, they will not only comply, they will be glad to do so!"

"And when will the conditioning take place?" the boy's future owner asked/

Dr. Dogood explained: "As soon as we are done with preparations here, I will first put them into their permanent collars, strap them down to that large bed over there, and initiate the implants that have been installed in their brains. These collars have a small chip that will always be monitoring their future environments, situations, and orders, and insure the boy's compliance. But the implants will already have done 99.8 % of the work before there is ever a client. I am extremely anxious about this method of conditioning as it is revolutionary in this field. Ah, here come the cuties now."

The two naked boys, visibly trembling but quiet, now only sported their gags. The good doctor went over to the two now very nervous boys. He escorted them to the harnesses already set into position on the large bed. Two other assistants came over and quickly strapped the two boys into place before their fright rose to a sufficient level to cause them to balk at their bondage and restraints. Especially now since their temporary obedience collars had been removed.

First Dr. Dogood fitted the new heavy collars onto first one boys neck and then the other. The two halves of each collar fused immediately and quickly became a permanent part of each boy's environment. The silvery collars were fairly lightweight being only an inch [2½ cm] in width and a slim oval in cross-section. The boys then were laid into the cradle of their respective harnesses. Restraints were secured around their arms legs and torsos allowing almost no movement. By this time both boys were trying to say something but the muffled sounds coming from their tightly gagged mouths made their words impossible to understand. They soon got the message that what they had to say was not of the slightest consequence. Their fates were sealed.

The tight restraints were used to make sure no injury would occur when they started experiencing the severe discomfort of their conditioning. They were shown earlier what their future roles as BoyToys would entail and they both started immediately crying and wailing. They started begging the doctor to let them do something different. But of course this was specifically what they had been chosen and modified for. The doctor, professional as always, made sure all the straps on their limbs, and torso were properly tightened and secure. Their heads were next totally enclosed within special helmets which provided all sensory input – sight, sound, and even taste and smell. These were in turn secured in specially formed cradles. Too easy for a neck injury without these precautions. I was told that the discomfort for a while could be quite severe, though there was no real physical pain involved. And that the process could take as much a day or two. This first session would last up to 20 hours. After that the boys will be allowed to rest from the mental and emotional onslaught. Any other necessary session would start early the next day. The doctor was hopeful it would only be a short one.

Dr. Dogood started speaking and I had to force my attention away from the two tightly held boys. There was slight movements of their limbs but that was all they were now permitted. Even their hands had been forced into glove like fittings.

"All is now ready. The initial process will last about 16 to 20 hours. I will now activate the instrumentation within their collars."

As their collars were activated their brain implants were activated at the same time. What an amazing reaction! Also activated at the same time, an integral part of the entire process, were the neural implants within their genitals and prostate. With only a small portion of their faces visible it was difficult to tell how they were reacting but Dr. Boyton assured us, by their brain wave patterns now being closely monitored, that they were probably right now being almost overwhelmed by both intense sexual arousal and flashes of strong emotions. The boys seemed to be twitching and trying to move. Also muffled moans could be constantly heard. They were totally at the moment in their own little worlds and at the mercy of their neural implants directed by the computer chips within their collars.

Mr. Boyton Forbes took up the explanation. "As you can see gentlemen, something special is happening. In no more than two days, the good doctor has assured me, not only will these two new BoyToys be functioning to full potential they will WANT to do so! They will be complicit in their own conditioning! This will revolutionize mental conditioning of future BoyToys. Sure, we will still have those FORCED to cooperate by either physical force or by administration of pain and reward, or sometimes only pain, but this will create a new type of BoyToy – a totally willing toy!"

There were a number of questions that Mr. Boyton deflected: "Let me finish explaining and then I will entertain any of your additional questions. What is happening is threefold. The chip in the collar is instructing the boy's brain implant to seek out and acknowledge each of the instructions as the boys receive them. Each instruction is being rapidly multiplied throughout the boy's brain. Before the conditioning is complete, these rules will indelibly be inserted in no less than one billion loci. Then another search is maintained. Every time the implant finds a particle of memory that corresponds to the boy rejecting or resisting the command, this memory is destroyed. Conversely, because these boys were carefully picked, there is much in these boy's brains that will actually have received all these instructions without resistance. This is especially true of that area of the brain that receives input from the boy's sexual arousal and gratification. This then is not only multiplied millions of times throughout the boy's brain, it also is reinforced by a commensurate arousal and gratification of the boy's sexual need and desire. Once this process has taken place for each instruction given, then we let the boy himself start to reinforce wanting to obey this rule. This feed back loop is important since it allows the boy to retain much of his former identity. What will happen is that the survival mode of the boy will go into effect. To limit the decaying of the boy's identity and will, it will allow the boy himself to make millions of new neural connections that allows the boy to accept and allow these rules to be followed even if they were not so happy with them to begin with. The boy will start inventing reasons WHY it WANTS to follow these rules. By this time there is no return. From here the boy will never be able to arrive at any point but full compliance. And even more. As the days and weeks go by, the boys will even become more satisfied with their new roles and even eventually happily perform as BoyToys as each has been directed. And enough of their past memories will have survived so to give some depth to their personalities."

We left for a short repast and entertainment and returned to the boys' room several hours later. We could see one boy start to moan heavily, and then quiet down. And then the other boy do the same.

"What you see happening, is the triggering a memory or idea held by the boy that is in contradiction with the stated objective, he quiets down as all relevant spots where this information or memory is erased. We will eventually start seeing even an orgasm where a memory is reinforced and strengthened. This matter of positive reinforcement will necessarily make these two boys, sex fiends. For the remainder of their lives, a majority of their motivation will be in response to a sexual stimuli."

By this stage we were assured that the boys' restraints were no longer necessary. But as soon as they were released from them we saw one boy lay on top of his brother. They immediately started to gyrate against each other. Soon they were both experiencing very intense orgasms.

Mr. Forbes inquired: "Now that is something we had not anticipated. Dr. Dogood, is this something good, or should we separate these boys?"

"No. One of the strong incentives to acquiesce to our demands or rules, is the promise that they will never be separated. They are apparently using that to reinforce positively some of the consequences of these rules. I see this as a good thing and this degree of positive reinforcement is occurring far faster than anticipated. In fact to a staggering degree. I now have excellent hopes of the boys retaining a very significant portion of their memories and personalities. This is a good sign. I am very pleased by this progress indeed."

Early that evening the doctor judged that enough progress had been made, indicated by the now only rare occurrence of a boy needing a memory erased. Thus the implants were momentarily disengaged and the boys allowed to rest. The two boys immediately entwined and they fell almost instantly into a deep sleep. The doctor gave me another pass to come back to the lab the next morning and I was obviously thrilled. I was so much wanting to see the end product.

When the boys roused the next morning there was already a remarkable change. Both boys looked up at the doctor and even addressed him as doc. When Dr. Dogood told them that they must now address all others as 'master' they did so without any fuss. One of the boy's did ask if that meant that they were both considered slaves.

"Of course boys. You are required to obey any order given to you."

That twin turned to his partner and exclaimed: "See, I told you so. Remember that fantasy we used to have? Well it's come true. And it gets me so sexy feeling."

They then both smiled at each other. Then the other twin asked the doctor: "Doc, I mean master, do I still have to do all that stuff to my own brother? A lot of that sex stuff is really great but do I actually have to help torture my own twin?"

The other one piped in making a joke: "Yeah." And then looking at his brother: "But it's me who is to be tortured. Your part is easy. I'm the one who should be complaining." He turned: "Ain't that right doc?"

The doctor smiled. I could see he was quite pleased with the boy's progress. But even more so at the apparent success in maintaining a large portion of each boy's original personality.

We had learned along with the boys that one of them would be forever "in charge" of the other. The one boy would be necessarily totally and forever submissive. Except when in the bed of his client, he would never be allowed out of his bondaged situation. He would be kept in full body restraint only allowing for movement as needed. It was his brother who would direct and allow what movement he could make. It would be his brother who would see to his bodily functions and other needs. And it was also his brother who would be assisting the client in proceeding with whatever torture that that client was want to administer. The submissive boy would be doing a lot of screaming in his future life.

One thing I noted was that they were both quite sexually aroused. I supposed that this would be a sort of permanent condition for them now. I was also surprised to see that they seemed to be a lot like the bouncy boys of two days ago. Except that now the only questions they asked had to do with their respective roles as BoyToys. Each of them commenting on how THEIR respective role was the most important.

Then as part of the ongoing experiment of which the boys were an integral part, the doctor sat down with each of them snuggling up to each side of him and he began a long list of prepared questions. The first half had to do with their past lives and what specifically they still could remember. Later I found out that about half their memories of their brief childhood were gone permanently. Almost everything that had to do with knowing other friends and things they liked to do with them that had no sexual overtone or connotation were also gone. There were a few strange exceptions. For example many of the games that they did only by themselves they could easily remember. The other questions involved what they thought of their new rules. What surprised me was that not only did they now accept them, they were even enthusiastic about providing good service to their 'customers.'

"Well, master, I think it only right since we got such a great job that almost no one else has, that we should do our best at it. Besides, it will be fun."

The other added: "And master. Of course I will have the easiest job. All I have to do is obey and hurt real good." I was surprised to see the boy actually smiling at that admission.

The doctor had no difficulty in restarting the implant programs. The boys were now quite cooperative. This time they would never be shut down. The doctor assured me that he would arrange for me to see the twins when they had been fully indoctrinated and installed into their permanent life's work.

I found my bank account insufficient to justify such an extravagance as a session with these two boys, especially since they had been taken off planet and installed with the new Pleasure City that was the newest in adult entertainment and assuaging many of the possible unusual pleasures that one would seek. If you had the money. But I was able to obtain a holo disk of one on the sessions these boys had with two clients who acted in tandem. It must have been several months at least into their permanent installment.

One boy was strangely quiet and making almost no purposeful movement in spite of not a single item of restraint. He was in a shower stall where the other boy commanded his movements while washing his cute black body. He paid specific attention to his boy sex parts and anal opening. The cleaning process ended with a drawn out enema during which the submissive boy seemed to be smiling during his compliance. He squealed when his twin pulled on his stiff boy penis.

"Make sure I'm real clean. After the client takes his big prong out of me he frequently makes me clean it up with my tongue and mouth."

"Sure thing. Now open wide."

The one brother seemed to get a thrill out of so dominating his twin brother and enforcing his bondage. He started by forcing the large mouth stretching gag into the other boy's now toothless mouth. His twin groaned at the invasion but made no move to resist. He then attached onto the outside of the severe gag a molded plate which totally covered his mouth and chin trapping the lower portion of his face. A band which went behind the back of the head and one across the top held this piece tightly in place. Another groan was elicited from the gagged boy and his penis stiffened even further indicating increased sexual arousal. Next he trapped his brothers hands into severe mitts which allowed almost no movement of either his fingers or hands and then attached the mittened hands behind his back clipping his hand mitts onto leather and steel cuffs placed onto his upper arms just above his elbows. Strangely it seemed both boys were quite sexually aroused by what was happening.

As the dominant twin started attaching a set of ankle cuffs and short connecting chain he again spoke to his brother who seemed now in a total sexual daze: "Our next client is into electro torture. We will really be zapping all your special boy sex parts. You will be really screaming this time. I can't wait. And I promise to make sure your bonds are really tight this time. I know how you really react to that probe pushed into your penis."

Instead of being frightened by his brother's promise of imminent torture, the other twin merely moaned into his gag and shuddered as a huge plug was rammed into his rectum. Finally a wide and heavy collar with a chain lead was attached to his neck and his brother lead him into the next room where transport was awaiting.

Holding the end of his brother's short leash the other nearly naked black twin announced: "Master, we are both ready. I can't hardly wait. Are these guys really going to use all that torture stuff you made me get ready?"

Both questions were answered in the affirmative. The "master" and new owner of these remarkable twins grinned as he envisioned their next 20 hours. And then the remainder of their lives. And how rich they were making him. He was sure glad that the recuperative time for the tortured twin was barely more than a day. BoyToys, Inc. were quite proficient in their boy modifications. He quickly adjusted the dominant boy's leather harness which made the boy's hard penis stick straight ahead and escorted them to the vehicle which would take them to the next pair of clients. And the new holo being made this time will enjoy a restricted but remunerative distribution. Getting in on the ground floor of Pleasure City Inc. he realized was the best investment he'd ever made.

It was that very holo now being watched by Dr. Dogood's favorite computer programmer. He later read up on this new process of enabling the full submissiveness and cooperation of the new BoyToys:

"This new "toying" process, where the entire expressions of the boy's personality and world is so severely pared down to the sole service of their client's sexual needs, was still able to retain enough of the BoyToy's original personality, so that the client feels like he is being serviced by a real boy. Thus he obtains a better experience."

"We used to do it with simple force. Some like that, but I get more satisfaction somehow out of making the boy make himself into a toy. To so completely restrict his entire behavior to sex and the satisfaction of their clients. What is so great is that their very thoughts are so ordered and controlled. They soon become incapable of thinking about anything else. A few months from now – that is all the time it will take – neither of these boys (or toys) will not in the slightest ever again be even ABLE to have a noncompliant thought. So amazing when you think about it. Entire sections of their brains have been reorganized and reprogrammed. And of course that allows other sections to take over a greater role. These two will very quickly become phenomenal at their given tasks.

A year from now, neither of these boy will ever again be able to reenter normal society. Strangely enough, by this time, the boys will appear to be genuinely happy. They have a very ordered, even if restricted life, and they see themselves eminently successful at it.

I am VERY curious what will happen to these two boys. We have never before tried to keeps two boys, let alone identical twins, together and even allowed to be intimate with each other. It should prove interesting. I have a bet going with my confreres that this factor alone will be able to preserve so much of their personalities, that they will even remember me and will be able to relate to me as more than a prospective client. Well, we shall see."

Chapter 6
A Kidnapping and Another Paired BoyToy Combo – But One with a Twist

Perspective of Jim, computer expert

It was fully five months later before I heard from Dr. Dogood again. I was thrilled just seeing the link-mail before I opened it.

Jim.

Sorry about the long period of not hearing about our latest efforts, but when I tell you about our newest project I know all will be forgiven. We have located the perfect pair for out next experiment. These two boys have been intimate for over a year and are only 15 years old. I know that we usually work with prepubescent boys but this departure is exciting in that it will involve truly the forefront of bioengineering. This pair will not be subjected to much in the area of mind control, but instead most of what we will demand of them will involve coercion and threat of punishment. We have already received a huge advance on top of our usual whopping fee so we will have all the funds we could need. Thus I am offering to bring you into this case at the very start. In fact how would you like to be in on the actual kidnapping of one of these boys? If interested please respond on the secure server.

Warm Regards,

Dr. Dogood

A week later I was 1750 miles [2800 km] away in a small town waiting impatiently for a kids baseball game to be finished. One of the players was the boy we were looking at kidnapping that very evening. The boy's parents had been lured away with a fake call from a 'hospitalized relative.' The boy was informed by his parents that he would be home alone until later that evening and to 'behave.' Already in the back of our land vehicle, in full restraints and mouth gag, was this boy's 'secret' boyfriend. This boy, which had been snatched from his group home – his parents were in prison for all kinds of stupid crimes – and catching him in our web was quite easy. One of us had credentials stating we were from Juvenile Services. I was the one who posed as a prospective foster parent since I was black like the boy. The boy willingly climbed aboard and was in restraints in less than 10 seconds. He thrashed around only seconds before he was totally controlled by inbreakable restraints.

He would be the lure for his boyfriend.

The boyfriend was a lanky blond kid about 5'5" [1.65 m] and with – unfortunately for him – just exactly the wrong genetic code. Of course making the plans of BoyToys, Inc. feasible. If he had known what his future would be, I doubt he would have climbed into that van no matter what the lure. (Latter we would discover that the ties that bound these two boys just may have been strong enough to have disputed my last opinion). We followed the boy as he walked toward his house. His boyfriend was in full restraints in a small seat bolted to the floor. He was fully gagged with an added bio-leather covering strapped around the bottom of his face further muffling any sound he might make. His hands were in unbreakable mitts and then strapped securely to his waist belt with his arms crossed over his stomach. His feet and legs were encased in a uni-leg-boot. Making walking totally impossible. He was NOT going anywhere we didn't want him to go. He was facing the rear doors. When we passed by his boyfriend we pulled to a fast stop, opened the back door, and called to him. There was no one else around on the quiet street. The boy innocently walked up to the rear of our van and I said to him just as his eyes went wide recognizing his friend totally trussed up: "If you ever want to see your boy friend alive again, you will quietly get in."

With only a slight hesitation he got in. In a few seconds we were on our way, and five turns and two minutes later we had driven our van into the awaiting maw of another truck so that if on the off chance some one noted our van, we were now unfindable. In that same time, the kidnapped white half of the boyfriend combo was also in full restraints similar to those of his friend.

As we made our way, the leader of our team spoke to the two boys.

"You may wonder what is happening. We discovered you two by intercepting some of your e-mail and chat room correspondence. We know you are boyfriends and have been intimate for almost a year. We also know that no one else suspects but this is irrelevant. Because of your sexual orientation, and your relationship, and because especially of Pat's genetic code which makes our plans for you two feasible, you will be modified over the next year and take your place among our most advanced BoyToys. You will become the newest offerings of BoyToy, Inc."

The boys possibly never heard of BoyToys, Inc. but they surely knew that their lives were now totally 'fucked.' They started squirming and trying to look at each other. Only the feeblest sound came from either but not because of a lack of trying.

I put in my two cents worth: "Hay look boys, just think, a year from now you two will be having more sex in one week than most people have in one year." Not too much of an exaggeration.

There were tears running down both faces. I was so aroused I could hardly contain my feelings. When we stopped at a private air terminal, we drove into an empty building, transferred the boys into our specialized transportation crates, and put them on their way to the secret labs. In two days, one of the boys will be forced to make a very important decision. I was assured by Dr. Dogood that I would be present.

Because of the necessity to get the proper sized restraints in place and medications especially tailored for the two boys ready, it was actually three days before the fateful day. The black boy was merely in hobbles with fabric ankle shackles and with his wrist held in tight restraint at his waist. A short leash connected his neck collar to the wall immediately behind him. There was also a short band affixed to one of his ankle shackles. Other than this he was entirely naked. As I watched through a monitor I was amused as he struggled to hide his erection. Totally restrained in a chair not four feet [1.20 m] away was his boyfriend. His situation was very different. He could essentially move nothing. Even his head was held in a form-fitting and rigid restraint devise. His arms and legs were held essentially immobile with numerous straps. His hands were encased in an impervious synthetic material that allowed no movement but did allow for the evaporation of sweat. His mouth was held wide with a seemingly torturous gag. His eyes held fear and frustration. They looked at his boyfriend in silent plea. He was already told about his fate. Something unique even for BoyToys, Inc.

Mr. Boyton, always eager to be in the middle of all the very unusual projects, entered the room on the heels of Dr. Dogood. I entered just behind. The two boys obviously recognized me with some fear. I smiled.

Dr. Dogood spoke up: "Both of you boys now know what we do here at BoyToys, Inc. We supply specialized and usually modified boys as slaves for our customers. You have both been shown holos of both the process and the finished products. You both know that you will no longer have a future different from the one that we have mapped out for you. Now I will present one of you a choice. You will notice that one of you two is in full restraint. What you both do not know is this. The area of the brain allowing for speech is very precisely located and specific. There are three syringes prepared."

Dr. Dogood showed the three ampoules.

"This blue one will fit precisely into the fitting surgically in place on Pat's head. When the contents of this syringe is discharges into Pat's brain, it will destroy precisely that area of the brain that controls speech."

I didn't notice the fitting until now.

Pat's boyfriend lurched wild-eyed and yelled: "You can't do this. Please, you can't."

That was all he said before he screamed and collapsed in this bonds. He gradually recovered and was warned only to speak when questioned. There evidently was a pain giver attached to his neck collar.

"Before I was interrupted I was saying that neither of you has any choice."

Dr. Dogood attached the syringe to the fitting on a wild-eyed Pat's head fitting and pushed the contents into the boy's brain. He now added: "Within 15 minutes, Pat will never be able to speak again."

His boyfriend, started crying profusely.

"But we have two more syringes. Each contains a gene splice which will attach to appropriate receptor sites in Pat's cells. Each will start the process which we believe will successfully turn Pat into a miniature horse. If you will all look at the holo monitor we will now show a series of representations of our previous experimental successes with cloned bio-dummies."

We stared mesmerized as we watched the gradual transformation of a bio-dummy in the form of a man gradually turned into a horse. I found the process so sexually arousing that my penis was straining against my pant leg and dripping,

Dr. Dogood continued as he went from one holo-view to the next. "As you know, bio-dummies are almost genetic replicas of a genetic human being. They just do not have any cognitive function and are not self aware. But they are great tools in experimental gene-splicing. He have now come far enough to feel totally confident we can make then next step, with a real person. Our only challenge will be to keep the full cognitive function of the human intact as he is transformed. When completed, this horse will have the mind and physiological function of a boy, but will take on the morphology of a horse. There will be some interesting features. The libido of this horse will be so increased – in teen parlance so horny – that it will be forever looking for sex. And when our plan is completed I assure you that its wish for sex will be indulged. Also both boys will be so modified to stay at their ages as we see now."

"I ask you Brian, do you understand what I have said?"

"Please don't do this to him. Do it to me. Please."

I was touched by the boyfriend's willingness to sacrifice himself. I also knew that it was to no avail. Only Pat's genetics would allow the series of gene-splices successfully

"I will assume that you do understand. And I tell you now that this WILL happen. About that you have no choice. Pat will be transformed into the form of a miniature horse, with approximately the same body mass as he has now."

I looked over at Pat and could see both fear and incredulity in his eyes. He attempted to move but of course that was futile.

Dr. Dogood now addressed Brian specifically: "Now Brian, you DO have one choice right now. This green syringe also contains the first stage gene-splice but in addition it also contains a medication that will make the change relatively painless. This red one, however, does not, and the full transformation can be painful indeed. Brain you now have a choice. We will use the green syringe only if you agree to cooperate fully and without complaint. You will be allowed to care for your friend during his transformation. You, yourself will also be modified but this will be minor in comparison. Of course you will be required to fulfill one more requirement. This yellow syringe – a new one made its appearance – contains a new mind control drug. But it has one failing. It can only work IF the person who is injected gives up his free will voluntarily. This process takes about two days. You must choose. The green and the yellow, or the red. Which will it be?"

Brian shook almost uncontrollably and started crying. Finally, gasping as if almost in major pain he whispered: "The green."

Pat, to his horrified eyes, was injected with the green syringe. The process for Brian was actually a bit more complicated. He received the injection from the yellow syringe and then was brought to another room where he was hooked up to a slew of monitors. Then for the next two days was prompted time and again to submit to outside control.

I was told later that although he could still be able to direct his will himself, when asked to do anything by anyone else, he would have absolutely no ability but to do as asked. When I saw a holo of his transformation 10 days later I found it amazing. He acted perfectly normal until told to do something. Whereupon he immediately would do as told even if painful or embarrassing. It was fun to watch.

Four months had passed when I received another invitation from Dr. Dogood. When I arrived at the labs then next day I was escorted into a series of rooms that now housed the two boys.

Brian looked much the same. Though he seemed to have a haunted expression much of the time. He also sported a mammoth erection the entire time I saw him. His testicles were quite enhanced and his penis now sprouted an easy 10 inches [25 cm] with a curiously flattened and enlarged glans. Its shape seemed a bit odd also. His testicles were also about twice their former size and hung low. And I could see that he very much cared for his now partly transformed partner. The boy Pat was now almost unrecognizable to the boy I saw 4 months ago. His face was distorted and a real elongation of his nasal and mouth parts was quite extreme. His body was also covered in a hair like that of a horse. His chest was quite changed and I could see the obvious bulging as would a small horse have. His shoulders also connected far forward and his arms were quite elongated especially his middle digit. His other digits were almost gone. There was even a tiny hoof now visible. The same with his legs. His thighbones have shortened and hugged his body while the other bones were distorted. His middle toe was very hoof like already. I was amazed at the transformation already taken place. He also could not stand and Brian took good care of his cleaning and grooming. As he struggled to find a comfortable position I suddenly got a good look at his genitals. Wow. They looked exactly like those of a horse. Of course on a smaller scale but still! And the penis now was only half retracted. And there was a nub of a tail just above his beautifully puckered anus. Also his skin was different. The texture was more like that of a horse and the color deep brown. And now that I looked closer I could see just the beginnings of a large nose that ended at the front of his elongated snout. The boys lips were also much fatter.

Dr. Dogood said that the process was going well, and in fact was two months ahead of schedule. There were only about six more injections needed. He said that the biggest problem was the boy's skull. They needed to perform a series of surgeries to make sure that the once human brain was unaffected by the skull shape.

The doctor addressed Brian. "Get Pat's next meal."

The boy immediately jumped up and scurried to the next room.

"I find that Brian's mental acquiescence remarkable. He obeys without the slightest hint of rebellion. He is also dedicated to his boyfriend. The combination will give us quite a remarkable sex team. There have been quite a few clients wanting to be fucked and to fuck an animal, but one that is entirely under control and can take complicated instructions. What better way than to start with a boy? Pat will stand at about two and a half feet [75 cm] at the shoulders and should look exactly like a horse that is simply miniaturized. Not like the feeble attempts of breeders to get miniature horses which have their proportions all skewed. We need Brian to take care of him since he will need a lot of continued help. Brain has also been enhanced in the sexual 'aids' department. If you noticed his testicles and penis you no doubt have seen their size and shape. The top of his penis sheath has already started to form. Brain will be sporting a penis and testicle sac exactly like that of a horse also. We will even be able to make it completely retract. So they will make quite a team. They will also be so horny all the time that sex will become their entire focus for the remainder of their lives."

Again I was starting to fantasize about all that sex. Only if I could have that life say for about 1 day out of 10. I wouldn't mind even being the submissive. But I couldn't do it 24/7. Not even 4/4. Oh well.

Brian returned with what looked like a large baby bottle with a penis sized nipple. The doctor explained that Pat, physiologically still had the body of a human boy. He needed the usual human nutrition but with the unfinished change in his mouth parts he needed to feed now from a bottle. After his feeding he made a sort of hoarse grunt and Brian immediately brought over a plastic urinal and the horse-boy relieved himself.

It was almost six months later when I received an electronic holo. I became excited when I saw that it was from Dr. Dogood. I left work early and viewed the holo as soon as I returned home. Sure enough it was of Brian and Pat, the newest of the company experimental BoyToys.

I was delighted at the beautiful animal that Pat had turned into. It was perfectly formed miniature horse about 2½ feet [75 cm] at the withers. The legs and body form were perfect. It was dark brown in color and even Brian, as good as he looked naked, was upstaged. What I also found amusing, the few different sounds that Pat could make were obviously understood by Brian and with the treatment to obey all commands, slavishly obeyed the horse-boy. But it seemed he didn't mind at all. In fact he looked like he was as caring for this horse-boy now as he had been when they were both boys. And also remarkable was that it seemed that the horse-boy was every bit as mentally able – except for not being able to speak – as he was as a boy. Brian would talk to him and the horse-boy obviously understood. This holo was taken at their accommodation at the lab right before their new owner had taken possession. Brian was feeding his 'boyfriend' and they almost seemed to hold a conversation since Pat could apparently get a lot across just with a few vocal sounds and movements of his head and ears. Soon after eating, both boys relieved themselves in a corner commode. Both sported penises and testicles like those of a horse. It was quite erotic seeing them just pee. Before either penis could retract into their respective sheaths, Brian became the sexual aggressor. He jumped onto his horse-boyfriend, pulled his legs out from under him, and was fast onto him in seconds. The horse-boy seemed fine allowing his boyfriend to do his will. Brian grabbed the horse-boy's penis and started stroking it. In seconds it erected to about a thick 10 inches [25 cm]. Small for a real horse, but quite a weapon for a horse-boy. Then Brian engulfed the entire 10 inches [25 cm]. I was startled seeing the entire 10 inches [25 cm] quickly being swallowed. Brian pulled back and with a short gasp for breath and engulfed it again. In merely a few minutes of this same action I finally saw the horse-boy have massive convulsive lunges as he started to spear his friends mouth and throat. I believe that the orgasm must have lasted a full 30 seconds. Brian finally pulled away gasping for breath and dripping semen from his mouth. But he was definitely not finished. The horse-boy stood on all fours as Brian with his own massively erect 'horse'-dick, fully as large as his friend's, took some of the semen dripping down his front and lathered up his penis. He then went to his knees, pulled up the tail of his partner and gradually inserted his horse-shaped penis into the horse-boy's rectum. He started pumping with increased vigor and force and about four minutes later he too had a forceful and intense orgasm. This seemed to last even longer – perhaps about 45 seconds. He slumped over the horse's back for a while and then pulled out. He then went to a sink, wetted a cloth, and wiped both of their penises off as well as other areas of their bodies that needed attention. I was so aroused watching this that I'd cum myself.

The holo seemed to have a stop here but there was another scene. In this one, there were a couple other people in the room giving instructions.

One in a lab coat was prompting them. "Ok now Pat, I want you to lick Brian's penis sheath and testicles until he extends his penis, and then I want you to give him your most expert blow-job as you have been trained to do. And watch your teeth. Remember they extend far into your mouth."

I could hardly believe it. An instructional holo.

The horse-boy's head was at the perfect height. He started licking with his long fat tongue at Brian's testicles and penis sheath and very shortly Brian's mammoth penis started to emerge. The front flat black headed glans came out and seemed to pause there. But further ministrations by Pat's horse tongue, and it continued to emerge and then thicken as it engorged. Then the horse-boy sucked it entirely into his mouth and throat and started sucking. Brian started gasping and moaning within a few minutes started to fuck his horse-friends mouth in earnest. He soon started shuddering and gasping loudly. The orgasm this time seemed to continue for almost a minute as the horse-boy's throat kept sucking at the penis. Finally Brian collapsed onto the floor, and as his penis pulled free, there were copious amounts of cum dribbling from it yet. It seemed that the intensity of the orgasm caused the boy to pass out. He lay still as the horse-boy came over to him and started licking his face. A minute or so later the boy groggily stirred, opened his eyes and pulled the horse-boy on top of himself. They lay in a close embrace when this episode apparently finished. I found it quite stimulating to see what apparently looked like a boy loving a small horse. I had quite an orgasm myself while watching.

But there was a third scene. This one had Dr. Dogood himself, fully naked, sucking on the horse-boy's penis while Brian was sitting behind his boy-horse-friend, with the tail in his right hand held upwards, and his left holding onto one of his legs. He also had his face buried into the horse's black pucker of an anus. Dr. Dogood had his hand squeezing the back half of the huge horse-boy penis with the front half in his quite stuffed mouth. From the horse-boys sounds and quirky movements it looked like that the good doctor was an accomplished artisan of the sucking trade. The doctor then started rotating his hand and his mouth in counter directions. The boyfriend Brian then started sucking and licking far into the horse's ass hole as far as possible. The small horse-boy went wild and finally started rutting forcibly and quickly. Suddenly his entire penis was thrust down the doctors throat. A minute later the doctor was finally able to come off the now flaccid penis gasping for air.

"Holy shit," the doctor moaned, "we will have to warn your future owner boy. And you need to watch what you're doing. We don't need any suffocated customers; bad for future business. Understand boy?"

The horse-boy nodded.

"Good. You definitely need some more training. Ok boy?'

Again the horse-boy nodded in the affirmative.

Brain was cleaning up both himself and the horse-boy. Apparently he had his own immense orgasm while sucking out his horse-boyfriend. Obviously his own sucking ability was not the only conditioning which had been undertaken.

These two were going to make quite a team. And by watching the holo, I could see that the two were not only seemingly resigned to their fate, they seemed quite enthusiastic. This time, when I visited my account, I saw that I did in fact have enough to provide myself with a few hours with several BoyToys at the newly opened SinSity resort, just where this new boy-horse combo were destined in about one week. I made reservations for the week after. I booked an hour with this horse-boy combo. It was expensive but I believed well worth it.

I also booked an hour with the tenth twin boy duo produced by BoyToys, Inc. just a few months ago. (There was quite a demand for this new feature of their catalogue). These twins in SinSity's electronic brochure stated they were of Chinese extraction and only 10 years old. One holo showed one of them leading the other in nearly full restraint and leash into a client's suite of rooms. Another showed one of the boys in full agony under electro-torture. His back and legs showed stripped evidence of a recent flogging. Another view showed them eagerly attending to their clients needs with one was ministering to the client's butt, while the other had the man's large penis totally engulfed. A final view showed the client plowing the cute butt hole of the submissive boy while his twin was making every effort to tongue out the man's own butt hole, his face partly embedded in his clients crack.

My orgasm that night was immense imagining my upcoming visit to this team's ministrations. And other wonders awaiting me at SinSity.

My funds also permitted me a full night with one of their regular boy prostitutes. The one I had reserved was a small black kid not quite 8 years old. The boy was texted to have already a year's experience, and had undergone a recent surgery to enhance his rectal tightness. The text also claimed that he could accommodate both orally and rectally up to a 7 inch [18 cm] penis with a girth of up to 2¼ inches [6 cm]. For once I was glad to be of only slightly larger than average size. This boy was really cute. And quite willing. His smile was electric. But the thing that finally sold me on this particular boy, he responded very well to extreme bondage and mild class one torture. (I read that there would be additional charges commensurate with any time needed for the boy to heal between customers. Sorry, no electro-torture permitted. He was not one of BoyToys enhanced models). He also was supposed to have a specialty. His tongue was quite long for his age and size, and the text said that he liked 'ass holes'. I laughed at the apparent pun.

I also made an appointment to update my medical statement. Of course they would re-test me there but this saved some aggravation.

I was now curious. This was a relatively new place. They even had some sexual units that were produced by BoyToys, Inc.'s main competitor, BoyBots, Inc. These boys apparently had some of the usual surgical and chemical modifications, but their brains were implanted with permanent chips that directed all their activities. They were controlled more like robots. But I was told that some people didn't like their lack of spontaneity. I didn't think I'd like that either. I mean being fully mind-controlled. (I also must confess that some of my fantasies actually include being on the receiving end of a pederast relationship. Too bad I was no longer a kid).

Chapter 7
Special Lab G1 (And A Serious Life Change)

Perspective of Jim, computer expert

It has been almost a full year since I have become a regular guest of Dr. Dogood at his lab. I felt particularly fortunate since I know of no one else that has been so privileged, but I was now really missing those visits. I was fortunate to get the job with the company in the first place. I was simply a computer jock. I mean I was in the upper percentile of my class, but still, there are literally thousands at that same ability level. But I was 23 with my new doctorate and happy. I had a career and was hoping for my dream job. I was secretly fantasizing even being permitted to sample a few of their products so to speak, even though that was an impossibility! And when the physical I took right before my first interview was so utterly exhaustive I felt they were bound to find some flaw. And then when I was asked to volunteer for a special interview with one of their psychologists, I was not about to not-volunteer. I had to sign a waiver to undergo a portion of the interview under some drug but that was OK. They assured me that there would be no side effects and that some people even never remembered what had happened. I guess I was one of those who forgot. I always wondered what had happened during those two hours but when I got confirmation of a job offer immediately afterwards, I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So I was now quite pleased when I received this last invitation from the good doctor to visit him. But since this time it was in a section of the lab I'd never been in, I was more curious than anything else. In fact I had never heard of Lab G1. So anyway, I received directions and there I was waiting. But only for less than a minute.

"Ah Jim, I am so glad you could make it today. You know I so enjoy showing you our cutting edge technology and techniques. I know you are always so enthusiastic. And I have some VERY good surprises for you today that I positively know you will enjoy."

Now he had my juices flowing, and my penis was already starting to swell. "Thanks so much doctor. I appreciate the special attention."

"Think nothing of it boy. Think nothing of it. I might have mentioned in my electronic missive to you the new work we are pioneering in a brand new portion of our experimental labs."

Dr. Dogood ushered me into an area of the lad that looked quite new but with body tanks for long term gene-splicing mods that were of unusually large size. There was, however, the same hustle and bustle one saw among people who truly enjoyed their work. I was finally shown into a small room that had a seeming over abundance of monitoring equipment, and mental and behavioral conditioning apparatus. There was even the newest in holo-entertainment centers so that the 'patient' could be spared the usual boredom associated with the long periods between gene splice therapy and even surgeries. But it was definitely state of the art.

I was excited not only to meet the new boy that would eventually be 'boy-toyed," but also to learn of his specific fate.

I looked around at the doctor and could see a strange expression on his face.

"Thanks again doc for allowing me to see your latest. Is the boy here yet?" I was recalling an episode a while back when I was actually invited onto the team that kidnapped one of the two boys that became the new subjects. I was thrilled even if for a so minor part.

"Actually, yes and no Jim. Let me explain. This is quite a departure for us. This new service will be to provide a boy who mentally and emotionally can withstand total forced slavery and even frequent light to moderate torture, and still respond positively to a single master. And more than that, the people we would be accommodating want someone, who with the proper training and conditioning, will eventually become willing participants but without any diminishment of the person's personality."

"But doc, I can't imagine any boy knowing their own minds to be able to do such a thing. It would be purely hit and miss at best. And still I wouldn't want to give any good odds at its success."

I really thought this way too optimistic. I thought that the good doctor was finally trying the impossible.

"You are correct of course. But we have finally bio-engineered a way around this obstacle. We will start not with a child, but with an appropriate adult, someone, say, in his early twenties. We will then, with our advanced technology and techniques, physically revert him to say 11 years of age."

Remembering my own fantasy, I was stunned that it may even be possible. But of course a fantasy is just that. Not to be taken seriously. I would only want to live it occasionally anyway.

"Wow. That is possible?"

"We believe so. Especially with the perfect candidate which we have been closely watching over the past several years."

"You have this person here?"

"Yes Jim. You're very intelligent. Can't you guess who will be our first experimental 'man-boy'?"

I suddenly did, and I also was remembering the meticulous care that this company makes to assure that any prospective 'BoyToy' is totally incapable of escaping. I almost collapsed. The good doctor smiled. All those special invites. That special exam. Those special moments when they could monitor stealthily my responses to what I was seeing.

I didn't even try to resist. I knew it was useless. And at least a small rebellious portion of my brain was even excited.

Dr. Dogood held out two halves of a metal collar. "Put this on Jim. The ends will automatically seal closed."

I did as he asked, sealing my own fate.

"Of course you probably have an inkling just what that collar does Jim. Can you also guess that?"

"Probably makes it impossible to leave this room, or set of rooms, and perhaps also can inflict pain if I fail to cooperate."

"Bravo Jim. One hundred percent."

I was still feeling shaky. My life as I knew it had ended. But at least I would still have a sort of life. He said that I would be conditioned to accept my role as someone's slave. My brain was already in survival mode. I even laughed at the irony of the situation.

"I guess that this time I will be watching the process every step of the way, huh doc?"

The doctor laughed at my attempt at humor.

"I observe that you can still see a real future. I observe that in your reaction. I was sure you'd be the perfect subject when we first hired you. At that time we were looking at 14 other prospects."

At this time Mr. Boyton entered the room. He walked over and looked at me intently. Finally he said: "You will make a good boy-sex-slave. I almost envy you. To stay at 11 years of age the rest of your life."

The doc added: "Yes. We plan to have you regressed to about the physical age of a 10 year old prepubescent boy. Old holos of you that we have been able to gather show that you were quite cute!"

I was shocked that they intended to revert me back that far. To pre-pubescence. I couldn't even remember if I was having sex at that age at all. In fact I knew I wasn't. Shit!

I was totally blown away. And scared. Could they REALLY do this? I was going to be turned into a BoyToy? I was thinking of my 7 inches [18 cm], quite proud of its perfect form. I also liked my pendulous large testicles. Of course, if these crazy people have their way, my penis will soon be back to a mere 3 inches [7½ cm], and my balls, I didn't even remember, but smaller by far. I almost cried at the idea of losing my sex drive and all that sex I was getting.

But the doctor said he knew me even better than I knew myself. He must have seen my shocked expression too. "I guess you are now bemoaning the possible loss of your sex life, boy. But do not grieve. If we are successful, and I have all the confidence in the world we will be, in about a year from now, having sex will be a significant part of your future use. For the remainder of your life in fact. Think about that. Some people dream of that in their more outrageous fantasies. In fact we know that you have had such fantasies. Remember that visit to our psychologist? And that 2 hour period that you don't remember? Well we have it all recorded. You were a raving sex machine. And so submissive. You will be the first of a new line of sex slaves made specifically to our clients specifications."

Of course I was also hoping for some kind of life apart from being a sex toy. But what the doc just said seem to dash that. I wondered just who might be this customer that wanted me for sex? And torture?

Mr. Boyton spoke as some of my blood returned to my face: "When you are finished with your modifications, you will look like this.

The holo-image that came up was quite cute in a way. The boy was not exactly me at that age. The skin was even darker to be almost black. And the features were even more Negroid. And I was bigger at ten though not by much. There were also some slave jewelry on this image. Besides the metal collar and leash, there were manacles about his wrists and upper arms just above the elbows, and similar ones about his ankles and just above the knees. The boy wore a chastity device that consisted of a wide belt and thin extension that went between his legs and up the crack of his ass. It held in place a series of very constrictive rings along the length of his penis which sprung outward at 90 degrees. His two small balls were forced into some network of metal including a flattened ring just below the penis. There was a final wide ring about the base of the penis behind the scrotum. The penis also sported some kind of rod that was shown exiting the urethra with a quarter inch [6 mm] to spare. Below the testicles there was some kind of hefty guiche ring, connecting two other hefty rings encircling the boy's thighs right below his torso. These in turn were attached to the upper portions of his wrist cuffs. There were also a kind of metal framework or glove, that forced the boy's hands closed. The bands about the lower upper arms were also affixed to the upper edges of the wide waist belt. There was a small bar connecting the ankle shackles. Another bar connected his upper leg shackles. There were small rings through his nipples. The boy's mouth was filled with an extremely wide gag, that even included small metal pegs that exited his mouth both below and above his lips – right through his flesh. These were in turn kept in place with two semicircular and rounded pieces of metal through which the pegs also penetrated. I assumed something in the boys mouth kept it in this position. I also suspected there would be some kind of full gag. The collar was quite wide and also made of metal. The final item was some kind of tube the edge of which barely showed at the end of the inside of each distended nostril. Where these went to inside was only a guess, but I suspected they were in place to keep the boy breathing when his throat and mouth were otherwise occupied.

Mr. Boyton smiled at my reaction seeing the holo image. That was one TRUSSED UP BoyToy! He then smiled and told me the rest.

"Here are the specifications from our client. The boy must be modified to withstand up to and including class four torture on frequent occasions, including long term moderate electro-torture. His libido must be maintained at a 0.52 on the Menchner Scale." He stopped reading and exclaimed: "Wow, I don't think this boy will be able to concentrate for long on much of anything but sex."

At this I almost went into total shock.

"The boy will be conditioned to love his master," he continued, but which I barely heard.

I was wondering if that were even possible considering what was to be my condition for the remainder of my life. Of course I then realized that everything I saw and heard had made me outrageously aroused.

"The boy will be incapable of disloyalty and want no other life for himself."

I was then remembering what had been done to those two black twins and realized that this was entirely possible. I could only console myself in that I would apparently be happy with my new life. I decided not to fight this at all. There was no point. I knew how effective BoyToys, Inc. and their methods could be.

I didn't resist at all as I was placed naked on a gurney and brought into an operating theater. They said that with new technology I would be conscious for the entire set of procedures. I would be medicated so that I could not move but I'd be aware of what was happening. Fortunately I would not feel any pain. First they removed my testicles and replaced them with small marble sized ceramic implants that were supposed to contain an imprisoned colony of genetically altered bacteria that would produce a hormone that would allow me to stay prepubescent – when I arrived at that stage – but yet experience extreme sexual desire and intense orgasm. Just no sperm. Then several brain implants were inserted at strategic locations. Then, with a some new bio technique, these implants sent neural fibers throughout my brain. I never felt a thing. Finally, neural implants were inserted into my penis and prostate.

Three days later the first of a series of gene-spliced DNA was injected into my blood stream. I was supposed to take about a month for this first transformation to take place mostly decreasing my body mass and also my adult physiognomy. I was sedated and placed into a bio-tank to take care of my intake and output needs for this month. At least I would not go stir-crazy.

A month later, when awakened, I found myself strapped into a bed with Dr. Dogood smiling in my face. I was glad it was a smile. At least nothing horrible had happened to me. Other than what was intended that is.

"Ah Jimmy, you are with us again. That took a little longer than we thought but all is OK. You are now a 65 pound [30 kg] weakling!"

His brand of humor. And I suddenly realized that the weight was probably accurate. I actually felt remarkably good. Vibrant in fact. And I was THIN! I LIKED being young again.

"Doctor, I feel good."

I was also amazed at my new voice. It was a kid's voice. I tried to move but couldn't.

"Could you please remove these restraints. You know I'll cooperate."

"Just a precaution, Jimmy." The use of Jimmy instead of Jim had the strangest effect. It was that that made me feel most like a real 10 year old. "Don't try to stand or walk yet. Rehab people will be in shortly. You have a completely different balance that you brain needs to adjust too. And your muscles aren't quite strong enough yet either."

I was also roaringly hungry. They fed me liquids. Said my stomach had to recover yet.

Three days later I was running around like a little kid. Literally and figuratively. I was buoyant. I was also kept completely naked which surprisingly I got used to easily. I liked the freedom of it somehow. Mr. Boyton even visited me a few times. I was apparently famous – in their world anyway. I also suspected I was being drugged. I was entirely too happy with my situation.

The next time Dr. Dogood came to see me he had the next series of gene-splice injections. These would be more gradual and I would be under normal hospital care.

"You are doing well Jimmy. This splice will start the necessary changes in your digestive, urinary, and immune systems. We will also be removing your teeth when they loosen up enough. That will also happen."

"Doctor, am I getting drugged so that I feel this good?"

Dr. Dogood stared at me and replied: "So I guess that you guessed."

"Please discontinue them. I'd like to face this in my real state of mind. Please. As a former friend."

Dr. Dogood looked unhappily at him and then sighed: "I hope we can still be friends. And yes, I will discontinue the mood altering drugs. Just don't hurt yourself please. You are far too valuable. You have already cost us several million credits."

The second day was real rocky. I even asked to be restrained myself. My mood swings were tremendous. One moment I could not stop crying, and ten minutes later I was at least able to function almost normally, being resigned to my fate. Fortunately, over the next few days, I was feeling much better. But not quite really happy.

Then the doctor came in and said that tests showed the new changes were advancing at a good rate. "In about another month, we will start your brain pathway and mental adjustments."

A man entered whom I thought I almost recognized. Only he seemed too young. He was. It turned out it was his father who owned half the universe. Ok, that's was a gross exaggeration but he was inordinately wealthy. So I guess his son was likewise. Though his son was almost unknown to the media. Then I added up two plus two and got six.

He was not handsome, but rugged was a good word. And there had to have been some oriental blood in his genetic mix. That along with his dark complexion, made me drool a bit. I supposed I was fortunate that my future master would be someone I could lust for.

I greeted him in my high kid's voice: "Thank you master for visiting me." And I lowered my head. I guess I really shook him up. Probably the only time I'd have one up on my future (or I guess current master). Surprisingly I even felt a small thrill.

"He seemed to re-gather his equanimity and asked Dr. Dogood: "I see you have already started his mental conditioning, doctor."

"Actually Mr. Hughes, it has not been started yet. His implants are still non-functional."

"Oh, the drugs he's on must be pretty powerful."

"Nor is he on any mind altering drugs."

At this Mr. Hughes seemed incredulous. He looked at me and commanded: "Look at me boy."

I did, keeping my expression as neutral as possible given the circumstances.

He then asked: "Tell me exactly why you have spoken such."

It was now my turn to be perplexed. I wasn't sure. "I can not say precisely master. I just feel resigned to my fate and I thought I'd surprise you. Please, I meant no disrespect, master." And I didn't. "I just felt like this was perhaps the only time I would ever have a momentary upper hand so to speak."

Mr. Hughes had a few different expressions hit his face and finally settled on a smile. And then he laughed uproariously.

"Don't you worry boy. You will never get another opportunity. You WILL be my slave boy. And fulfill your role as intended for you. Do you know fully what I intend to do with you? And to you?"

"Possibly not master. But I know that I will be in physical bondage, will be required to service you sexually, and be tortured to provide you with sexual stimulation, and possibly to maintain the slave-master relationship. I really do not know your motivation. I am scared."

"You have a right to be scared, but you will be conditioned to accept and even enjoy your role. And your perceptions are almost on the mark. I want you to also respond sexually to your torture. That is why your body will be modified to withstand it. It is also my desire that you eventually come to love me. That is why your brain implants will be shut down just before you are delivered to me."

I was flabbergasted. My implants shutdown? That was the first I'd heard of this. I even started to have an inkling of hope that I can retain much of my personality and original brain function.

"Ah, I am glad that I can surprise you too."

I don't think Dr. Dogood also know his intent. He looked just as surprised.

"Master may I speak?"

He at first looked as if he wanted to refuse my request. But then he must have thought further into what we had just discussed.

"Only if you remember that you are the slave. I will not bargain. I command and you obey."

"Master. Perhaps you might realize that the more my mind retains its original thinking abilities, the more I will be able to come to a true love, and not one that is bought at the expense of my will. Of course I admit there is a true risk for you."

Mr. Hughes looked thoughtful and finally said: "I will think on your words."

He then started discussing me with Dr. Dogood, as if I were not there.

"Yes, I think we picked well. He is as intelligent as you had claimed. He is also cute. What other changes will be made in his appearance? I want a very black boy. And remember, emotionally and physically I want a true 11 year old. With the few exceptions as I've noted. But most importantly, I want him to react as a 11 year old! You stated that those brain modifications were possible."

"It is a very complicated matter. It has to do with a lot of subtle physiological and brain pathway changes. It will be difficult to accomplish and not reduce its intelligence significantly. A 11 year old thinks differently than an adult."

"But this is paramount. Even if you must sacrifice intelligence."

"Very well Mr. Hughes. It will have to be done in small increments so that he will eventually become a quite precocious 11 year old."

"And I want his libido so elevated that he can never fully stop giving some conscious thought to his sexual arousal. And I want him to be able to have multiple and intense orgasms. Even under torture. And that brings me to my own sexual enhancements."

They left the room and I never heard the rest. I did not know whether to be appalled at what he requested or relieved. An emotionally accurate 11 year old? Can that even be done? And I wasn't even sure if I could accept being a true 11 year old again. Of course one with a rabid sex drive. That part I didn't mind. At least he intended to allow me to have sexual orgasms. Well, I would never have any say anyway.

A week later, I had all my teeth pulled. They had gotten very loose and it was an easy chore. There were a couple minor operations to my gums so that implants could be put in place. I remembered that holo of that impossible mouth gag and wondered. And I was also quite sexually charged.

The next day I was force fed through my now semi-permanent gag, and also my implants were activated. The ones in my brain and also those in my testicles and prostate. I went through 10 days of agony. No it didn't even hurt. But I could feel some of my memories slipping away. And I could even consciously trace a change in my thinking. The next series of gene splices were also implemented about a week before all this happened. I was unaware until later. These were the ones that not only so enhanced my sexual response and libido, but more importantly how my brain received and processed this information. The area of my brain that interpreted sexual response and desire was enhanced. And more importantly my emotional responses and brain pathways changed gradually to that of a 11 year old. I found I literally had no control over my rapid emotional changes. OK, not quite true but it felt like it. And I seemed not to be able to nuance my process of reasoning. Damn it, I FELT like a 11 year old!

And I was gradually realizing that I LIKED the idea of becoming a slave. And especially my sexual response to it was almost overwhelming. Just the idea of being a slave, and being restrained and forced to do things almost put me into orgasm. On the fifth day, when I was forced fed through my gag, I did have an orgasm. In 10 days I was a very different person. I could even remember being somewhat different, but many of my memories were totally gone. And I craved sex ALL THE TIME! I was totally and forever HORNY! And what most got me sexually excited was the ideas and circumstances of my slavery which I had not only totally accepted, but also craved. I was even starting to thank this Mr. Hughes for picking me to be his slave. I was GRATEFUL and felt most fortunate. And I became impatient for this whole process to be completed. I asked Dr. Dogood, to whom I will be forever grateful, to please hurry it up if he could.

"One more month my boy." And I truly felt now like a boy. And I reveled in it!

"But we still have to finish modifying your urinary and immune systems. And then there is also your integument and underlying tissue, and their response to torture. And also your musculature. We need faster recovery times. And even your internal heating system. You want to be comfortable naked at all temperatures don't you?"

I readily agreed but told him to hurry. I couldn't wait. I got scared when he mentioned torture, but decided not to worry about it until it happened. I was also realizing that adults worried too much about unimportant stuff. And I couldn't wait to impress my new master the next time I saw him. I was SOOO grateful that he picked me to be his slave. I was sure that I was going to be the best slave boy there ever was. And all that sex stuff, I couldn't wait. Wow, was I horny. It was a good thing they had my hands restrained or I'd already be disobeying my master by masturbating. I now realized at least a bit why I was to be in bondage much of the time. Besides I didn't care because the idea made me feel SOOOO sexy and aroused.

The next two days were filled with my final surgeries. The first day eight holes were punctured through the area right above my upper lip and also right below my lower lip. One was even put through near the end of my tongue. Then my urinary tract was rerouted to a small bump right between my anus and my testicles. This took quite some time. The surgeon said that a small valve was annealed to this openings that only my master could open or close. Then more holes were put through the base of my penis right above this urinary valve. Next four holes were put entirely through my penis from its base up to just behind the glans, front to back. These holes even went through my urethra.

The following day there was some surgery was done on my nasal passages. The surgeon said it was to install tubes so that I could still breathe even when something was put down my throat. I knew what that was all about. And I got so aroused again. I was getting so aroused all the time. Especially since I was always naked. Then something was fused to the skin around my wrists, the area just above both elbows, my ankles, and the area above my knees. These were so that I could have permanent cuffs placed there that would not chaff me. Thinking about that got me all aroused again. Two tiny holes were put through my nipples. And finally a single hole was put through my scrotal sac, between my fake balls and my penis. I asked about that and was told that the flattened ring around my sac there would also have a part that connected it from front to back right through my scrotum. I was so excited about all these neat changes. I couldn't wait to get all my rings and stuff. The doctor said that after the stuff was installed on my scrotum and penis I would never again be able NOT to think about them. I couldn't wait. Of course I almost couldn't ever not think about them now. The only thing that made me a little concerned was about the gag they said I'd have in my mouth most of the time. Well I decided to let him worry about that.

Twenty-five and a half days later the waiting was finally over. My life was just starting as far as I could figure. I was sad that had I wasted so many years, but I was so happy when my master came into my room. He was followed by Mr. Boyton, and Dr. Dogood. Both of whom I will be forever grateful. I almost forgot and ran over to hug my master. Just at the last second I finally remembered to kneel at his feet and bow. I thought for a second what a good spanking would feel like, or even a good flog with a strap. I sort of knew I would mess up and find out. But I didn't care. Just the idea itself had my penis rigid and dripping. All 3 inches [7½ cm] of it. My balls were swinging below and they felt good even if I knew they were small fakes the size of marbles.

"Boy, that was very sloppy. Next time you will greet me properly. I will show you. This time I will only give you two swats with my whip."

He had a small crop. I remember seeing the thing in some movies. Wow did it sting on my bare bottom. I couldn't stop from yelling or crying. Part of my crying though was because I had failed my master. I became even more determined to do what my master wanted. And somehow I think I became even more sexually aroused if that were even possible. I LIKED being hit. Well sort of. Wow was that curious. I even fantasized a little about being REALLY whipped.

Then two other strange men also came into the room and my master led me over to a weird looking chair that I'd never seen before. I had these strange memories that I knew all about this stuff. It was similar to a gynecologist's chair but had all these straps. He commanded me to sit and put my arms and legs on the four extended 'arms' of the chair. I did and he quickly REALLY strapped me down. My butt hole and my testicles were wide open of course. It felt great. I REALLY liked getting strapped down like that.

First my master had these two guys bring over this big machine which fitted over my right leg which was momentarily freed. My ankle first felt this weird pressure and then weight, and then the machine was moved up to my thigh. Again some pressure. When it was pulled away I saw these two metallic looking bands around my ankle and just above my thigh. They were sure heavy. The same was done to my other leg and then my wrists and upper arms. I was allowed to see close up the one put on my right wrist. When I touched the opposing sides around certain spots on the cuff, a small metal loop somehow sprung out. It was surely meant to be attached to some other chain or cord or whatever. I was impressed at the technology since when it collapsed back into the cuff, it looked entirely smooth. I assumed all the other cuffs worked the same way. Then this thin stiff bar was also connected to the insides of my ankle cuffs. I was told to practice walking with it. My straps were released and I felt kind of weird without them. I needed help with my balance at first but smiled when I got the hang of it. I had to take baby steps. Then I was strapped back down but this time, my legs were left free. Then my master said to watch as he sort of twisted the bar between my feet. Suddenly the bar lengthened a few feet and my legs were split far apart. He said it was now a spreader bar and I remembered seeing them in commercials for bondage equipment. These variable ones were quite expensive. Another twist and my feet were a foot [30 cm] apart. Then a bar was attached between my thigh cuffs. I again was released and told to practice walking. This time it took a lot of practice. Wow was I really hobbled.

Next, after being strapped down again except at my waist, my master really smiled as he took out my chastity device from its box. The waist belt was about three inches [7½ cm] wide and consisted of woven metal thread, covered underneath with some synthetic that my master said would actually temporarily bond with my skin when fastened. I soon felt what that would feel like. He put it around my now very slender waist, and it snapped together in the front. Then he touched a spot and I at first got this really crawly feeling but soon it was quite comfortable. Then he touched another spot and it tightened and became quite stiff. This was less comfortable. Then he took out a stiff metal band about an inch [2½ cm] wide. About five inches [12½ cm] later it split into two thinner bands, and later these joined to form a thick round cord which a few inches later became a wide band again. The thing was flexible along its flat plane but not in any other direction. My master demonstrated this. He was very concerned that I fully understood what he was doing to me. I cold easily reach inside me sort of and tap into all the information and understanding my former adult self had but I liked it better being just a boy. I was sure glad I could be just the kid when I wished. This was attached first to the middle front of my belt.

But before anything else was done my master smiled as he took out this rather large butt plug – especially for just a small boy hole. My eyes widened in apprehension but my master reassured me that it would easily fit. He said that it was somewhat flexible and was just smaller than his own penis. This thing was almost 9 inches [23 cm] long and fully two inches [5 cm] across. Wow, I really couldn't wait to see his penis. He started slowly pushing it into my rectum without any lubrication. He claimed that it wasn't needed because of the special material it was made out of. I'd heard of these before, but again never owned one since they were prohibitively expensive. I also knew as a fact that it had a lot of other functions that could be turned off and on with a remote. It could also change shape and keep that new shape. I was REALLY looking for feeling some of its more esoteric functions. Even the electrical ones. BOY did it fill me up! And did it sure rub on my prostate! The bottom of the thing attached to the band of the chastity devise as he placed the two separated parts around my small genitals, up inside my tender crack, and finally attached it in the back. It felt amazing. I really liked the feel of it.

But then he showed me the actual chastity rings. These were a different story. They were meant to TOTALLY frustrate a penis that simply HAD to engorge! And was not allowed. The thing I found out was that it had another portion that fitted about 4 inches [10 cm] into the urethra of my 3 inch penis [7½ cm]! I had never seen one quite like this before. This other portion looked like a polished rod about 4 inches [10 cm] long and a full 3/8ths inch [1 cm] thick. I blanched realizing it was thicker than my piss hole.

"Boy, now this won't hurt me a bit. But it WILL hurt you." Some humor. I tried to laugh but failed.

"Yes master."

It really DID hurt as he started inserting it up into my penis. I would not have been able to sit still. I was glad I was strapped down. But I sure yelled and cried a lot. It took a full minute for it to be pushed all the way. Only about a quarter inch [6 mm] stayed outside. It hurt a little less when he stopped pushing but I was still crying from the pain. I couldn't help it.

"Please master, make it stop hurting."

My master got this stern look and asked: "You are now giving your master orders boy?"

Through my tears I managed to say in a weak voice: "No master. Sorry master."

"Good boy."

I felt so good when he said that. I tried harder to stop crying. But couldn't.

Then he pushed something at the top, and pulled on the rod. I was astounded to see four tiny rods sticking out of my penis both front and back through the 4 sets of holes previously prepared. I now knew what those four holes were for. The pain was almost all gone. I think when the 4 smaller parts stuck out both the front and back of my penis, the rod got thinner.

"Thank you master."

"Don't thank me yet boy. The chastity devise is not fully installed yet."

Then he showed me the four solid rings and the one that broke open in the middle. They were connected by two thin metal rods that ran on opposite sides of the rings. These were to be fitted along the sides of my penis he said. They kept getting smaller as they went on. The one that he said fitted just below the glans of my penis, also where the first thin rods stuck out, was way too small to fit. In fact all of them looked too small. Or so I thought. He then said that the next pain I felt would REALLY hurt. He even tightened my straps holding me down into the chair. He also reattached the one around my waist and added two more at the very top of my thighs. He put a small gag into my mouth. I got suddenly VERY fearful. Then a jolt went through my penis that would have thrust me through the ceiling. I think I even got bruised from the straps. I didn't scream. I couldn't. I had no air in my lungs. I had expelled it all when the pain hit. But I sure yelled when I finally was able to get some air. I would have broken some ear drums if not for the gag. As it was I could think of absolutely nothing else but the searing pain. And just as suddenly it was gone. How could something that hurt SO BAD, be over just like that? I didn't care. It was gone. But I still couldn't stop from crying again.

But my master was very patient. He waited 'til I was able to watch again. He even wiped away my tears with his own tender fingers. I looked down to see a thin elongated penis, now stretched another half inch [12 mm] probably with the spreading of the pins. But width-wise it was shriveled. The rings fit on easily (except for the last which was snug). Each successive ring even bonded with its corresponding pair of pins. He snapped together the ring at the base of my penis, right between my body and my testicles and it was finished. Or I sure hoped so.

"There we go boy. I will take it off when we go to bed tonight. I am looking forward to our night of pleasure."

I no longer felt any pain. It was almost like it happened in a dream.

My master released my bonds and helped me to stand and then walk around. With the hobbles on my ankles and thighs, and the huge shaft up my behind, it took some getting used to. And thinking about bed tonight with my master I was suddenly getting all aroused again. And then those rods and rings became my sole focus.

"Aaahhhh! Master it's terrible! Please take it off! Please!"

My penis so wanted to engorge but it couldn't do it all the way. It started puffing up between the rings but they HURT. Not even close to that one shock, but still, it was building and never ending dull pain right in my penis. "Delightful is it not?"

"Master, it is not."

"Ah, but for me to watch you it certainly is! But I will confess, you will usually wear chastity devises that are not so painful. Just frustrating. But today is special."

I sure hoped so. And I ruefully thought that I sure won't stop thinking about my penis while this was on and in me!

"Ok boy, onto the chair. We need to finish."

I was in torment, but I was at least getting a bit more used to the infernal thing.

This time one of the two men who came in with my master came over to assist. Or rather my master assisted him. And I was remembering that holo that was shown quite a while back.

First my master brought out a weird sort of pair of metal rod gloves. They reminded me more of a 'skelleton' glove. They easily fit over my hand, fingers, and thumb. Then he touched a button on a remote and the rods all constricted and my hand was quite forced into a fist. I tried to move my fingers or thumb or even my hand but could not. Only my wrist. I was more curious than frustrated however, and brought my one hand close for a good look. Wow, they felt weird. My hands were totally imprisoned. I would not be using my hands for much while these were on. And that of course was their purpose. To help make me totally dependent on my master. Right now I couldn't pee, or take a dump, or do much of anything without my master' s help. For some reason, however, this excited me more than anything else.

But I was not done. There were all those other holes put in me.

My master then took out a weird flattened ring about a half inch [12 mm] in diameter. It opened into two distinct pieces. Then there were two very small rings that had a small gap. And finally a large ring perhaps two inches [5 cm] in diameter and an eighth inch [3 mm] thick. First the two small rings were inserted into my nipples. They were about a half inch [12 mm] in diameter and barely a sixteenth inch [1½ mm] thick. I was sure glad that the holes were already there. It was the other guy who then brought over a small soldering looking device. He fitted it over the ring, snapped it shut, there was a little heat, and there was the ring permanently attached. And so with my other nipple ring. I sure wished that my penis didn't bother me so much so I could enjoy this more.

Then the guiche ring. It was more massive and went through more flesh. But very quickly it too was permanently attached. And finally the weird one for my testicles. This fitted tightly over the top of my testicles and now I could see a piece that actually went through the small hole in my scrotal sac. A small snap and the two halves were one. But this one must have been very different. A huge machine was wheeled over and now the other guy got involved. My entire sac, ring and all, together with my stiff penis were fitted into places in the machine obviously matching the sizes of my own parts. The machine was 'closed' around my entire genitals. Then this other man started making readings apparently off the side of the machine. He kept touching a touchpad but nothing was happening. Then suddenly I gasped as an amazingly strong orgasm hit me so unexpectedly. I collapsed into my master's arms. It was so intense all else was forgotten. It was absolutely the most forceful orgasm of my life if not the longest. I gradually recovered to find the machine gone.

"Master, please may I speak?"

"Yes boy."

"What happened master?"

He smiled and answered: "That ring is very special. Micro-fibers from it extend from it and into the nerve trunk that goes from your testicles to your brain. It directly stimulated your testicles and penis for only a tenth of a second as the fibers attached themselves correctly. I thought you'd like that."

The under statement of the year.

But there was one more huge thing to be done and I was a bit fearful. A strangely shaped ring which looked partially bent towards itself was shown. It also had sixteen small projections, and I remembered the sixteen holes in my lips. My master put a jaw spreader into my mouth, opened my mouth very widely while one of the other men put the very heavy ring, projections and all, into another thing with two handles, and inserted it into my mouth. The spreader was momentarily widen severely and I gasped in pain. Just as suddenly it was all over. I could feel the ring set into places in both of my now toothless jaw. My mouth was widely stretched open but fortunately not painfully so. Then after only the strange ring remained, another soldering-iron looking devise was inserted, it touched the ring and I could actually feel it bond to the tiny pegs already set into my upper and lower jaws bones to permanently anchor the ring. Then all eight pegs were fitted through their respective holes above my upper lip, and this small thin, semi-circular piece of metal, with eight small holes, was fitted over the protruding pegs. Then it after it was snapped into place my upper lip was held firmly in place. The same man then inserted a thin blade like device under the snug semi-circular metal piece, and grunted.

"It was well designed and well made Mr. Hughes." One of the technicians stated. "No problem with blood supply to the upper lip."

Another similar piece was snapped in place over the bottom pegs and then tested. It too was deemed good. Then one final indignity was performed. A small flattened peg was inserted into the small hole in my tongue and this was then snapped into place on the bottom portion of my mouth ring. I could barely now move my tongue. Finally, a thin beveled metal cover, with a projecting full gag was pushed into my mouth. It was quite form fitting as it took up my entire mouth. The outside flanges of this cover were then snapped into place onto the two semi-circular metal pieces. My mouth was well gagged and stuffed. And I started to panic as I realized that I'd never talk again so long as this diabolical device was inserted.

My master must have realized what I was thinking. "Do not fret boy. Only the inner ring, the one set into your jaws, is permanent. And this can be collapsed to allow you to close your mouth on occasion. Or move it in speech. You will probably need a little practice, however, since your lips will not be quite as mobile."

I was then stood and two large rings were opened, threaded through my guiche ring, and secured around my thighs tight to my butt. Their small outside projection were then affixed to my wrist cuffs. Likewise, my upper arm cuffs were affixed to my waist belt. My shoulders were forced high, and my arms and hands were now virtually immobile.

Then one more thing was done that had me startled. A prong like handle was pushed against my collar, a spot was touched, and the collar fell into two pieces and was removed. I had thought that not possible. I thought it, along with the mental thought governor, as I thought of its computer chip, was permanent. For some reason I felt devastated. The collar I so much associated as a symbol of my permanent slavery. I started crying.

Again my master realized what I was feeling and thinking.

"Do not worry my boy. I have brought you your own special collar. It indeed WILL be permanent. Remember I had promised you that I would allow your mind now to be your own."

Instantly I was relieved, and pleasantly surprised. Out of a box of fine artistic inlay, my master brought forth two halves of a magnificent metal collar. The thing was about an inch [2½ cm] and a half wide, and fully a half inch [12 mm] thick. The way he hefted it, I knew that it had considerable weight. He quickly fitted it around my neck as I took a kneeling position before him. When the ends were properly aligned it instantly and permanently fused into one solid piece. I was now forever my master's slave. I cried in joy so overwhelming, that for a full minute I forgot about my testicles and my own sexual arousal.

My master and I embraced. We were one.

My naked body, with its doubled leg hobbles, arm and hand restraints, neck collar, mouth gag, and chastity device, was quite at my master's mercy. I was thrilled. I had to be helped to my feet. My master then attached a leash to a projection from my tightly fitting and quite massive collar, and he commanded me to follow. I did. I was going home.

Chapter 8
The Contest

There were only five of us invited for a free, all expenses paid, visit to the unrivaled human modification labs of BoyToys, Inc. I was quite ecstatic when I found out that among more than 5000 entrants, I was a finalist for the tour.

The process had been formidable. The first survey was simple. We had to answer a list of multiple-choice questions about different sex scenarios and the ones we liked best. Also part of that included which role of the participant did we fantasize about being put into. It was pretty straight forward especially for me. Ever since I've been getting these neat free downloads from an affiliate of BoyToys, Inc. I've realized that I was so turned on by being controlled and made to do stuff. Sex stuff of course. The one thing I could never understand though was all that pain thing. NOT for me. But this last batch of downloads showed exactly how a BoyToy was created from a live boy.

Every once in a while I start to fantasize about being five years younger and then being kidnapped by them. And of course being made into a BoyToy. And I can't seem to make up my mind. As I am watching a certain scenario, it seems like THIS is what I'd like done to me. I get SOOOO aroused. I cum in buckets. (I have pretty big testicles for being just 15). But when the next download comes, I have a new all time favorite. Especially that one which made the boys into half boy and half animal. I thought they kept just the right amount of boy so that you knew it was still a boy, yet made him have amazing animal characteristics. Ever since that survey way back, each week we were given a choice of a few different scenarios. I wanted them all of course but we had to choose. I seemed to always wind up choosing the most extreme one after all. And they even gave a way to code our downloads so that NOBODY can find them. (This is sure important for me since I have the most conservative parents on the planet. I can't even tell them that I am gay. How bad is that)? How the hell am I EVER going to get a boyfriend? But just last week I got this new weird program. I had to watch and listen to all these strange sights and sounds, and then tell them how I was feeling. They said that the original 1500 chosen after the first survey was now down to just 16. And only the top 5 would get this special all expense paid tour. Of course my parents would NEVER let me go. Hell, what they do in that lab is not even legal where I live.

I got an instant message today which said that I was in the top 5! Wow. I will unfortunately have to tell them that no way can I really go. Too bad. It would have been a complete sex blast. Just think! To actually SEE a few new BoyToys! I've seen holos of them after they are completely modified, especially with all that mind conditioning that they do. Wow. They eventually LIKE what has been done to them! (I'm sure having all the sex you can possible have is a huge part of it). Of course I never did go for all that pain stuff that some of them did. I really couldn't understand how they could like that. But to be forced to do all those other things, and to be SO trapped into all that bondage stuff. Wow! Now THAT turns me on. And, well let's face it, I LOVE sex. I can't get enough!

I sent my coded electronic message, disappointedly telling BoyToys, Inc. that I couldn't make the trip. Five days later, I was home alone. My Mom had gone to help her parents move, and my father had been unexpectedly been called into work. I never got along with my father too well, and I once even overheard him say something to Mom that I was a mistake to have been born at all. Something about forgetting to take her monthly pill. But I liked that they both had careers and essentially left me on my own mostly. This time was no different. Dad didn't even say goodbye when he left.

About ten minutes later this big ground car – it was actually a small transport – stopped in our drive. I was quite surprised when three big guys got out and came to our door. Two were bringing an absolutely huge crate that they needed a grav-lift for. I wondered what Mom or Dad had ordered. I opened the door after turning off the security patrol. I was too curious to wait. But before I could even speak the lead guy sprayed a gas into my face and suddenly, in less than a few seconds, I dropped to the ground. I could see and hear everything, but I just couldn't make any of my muscles work. I started to panic wondering if I were going to be killed. And then WHY?

They effortlessly carried me inside, leaving the crate on the enclosed car port. The first guy spoke: "I guess you're wondering who we are. Well Jake, we are from BoyToys, Inc. and we just could not allow you to miss your trip. We needed five boys and you make five."

I couldn't speak, and although I was less frightened, I still was very scared. They were kidnapping me and I was not so dumb that I couldn't finally make the connection. I started realizing just how stupid I'd been. They were going to make me into a BoyToy! And although I was somewhat aroused by this idea, a certain dread descended upon me. A sex toy for life.

It was almost as if they knew what I was thinking. He added. "And just to make your day even worse, let me show you just what we have in store for you. This is what you will become."

He smiled in triumph. And then replayed a miniature holo-cube. It only lasted 3 minutes but my mind was now TOTALLY filled with panic! NO! Not that! This was worse than I could have even imagined!

But I had no chance. They quickly took all my clothes off, put me into a kind of bio-suit where all life functions are maintained, and then carried me out to the crate. Though I was totally unable to see, I could understand pretty much what was happening. The catheter that was put into my bladder was now emptying into some sealed container. My butt was totally plugged, and my nose had a cannula fitted all the way into my throat. My mouth was stuffed with a plug that allowed me to take a sip now and then. I was finally able to move a bit as the drug wore off but then suddenly the lid was put on and the crate filled with foam, arresting all movement on my part. As I felt the grav-lift bring the crate back to the van I realized that my life, as I knew it, was over. There was absolutely no hope. I would eventually become modified to become the object shown to me in the house. I cried uncontrollably. And bemoaned my utter stupidity.

A day later, I was released from the crate and brought into a room that had a series of five small – very small – cages. Four scared boys were already in the first four. No one could do more than moan as each had this huge gag in their mouths. They were also completely naked. Three were crying, while the fourth just looked outward with a dazed expression. There was no point in resisting. I was put into the final cage and a gag was put into my mouth. My penis of course betrayed me as it became solidly rigid.

With not even a word to us, three lab workers came into the room bringing with them a small bio-tank – about boy sized. I knew from their holos that this was the first stage of the gene-splice. Once I received that injection it was all over. Since a bio-tank was being used, and I'd be unconscious throughout, I knew only VERY MAJOR modification was in order. I started to wonder how come I never worried about this when I saw it being done to other captive kids. The first boy collapsed as he was dragged out of his cage. The injection was made and he was then fitted out with numerous tubes and wires and then fixed into the tank and sealed in. A few minutes later I could see him drop off unconscious. Just then some big shot came into the room followed by several other men. He was addressing them.

"You can see here one of the boys has already been started on the first of four major splices. This will be a very aggressive campaign. Their modifications will be quite severe. This first one will maintain their bodies at their current stage of development. Their testicles and penises, however, will be drastically reduced to about the stage of a six year old since they will never have any further use for them except that their prostate and other glands will certainly force them into not only continuous need for sexual release, but enable them to have nearly continuous and intense orgasm. In fact, eventually their libidos will reach between 9.0 and 9.5 on the Menchner scale."

One of the men gasped: "But that will mean that almost no other thoughts other than ones concerning sexual matters and the continuous need to orgasm will ever be part of their thought process."

"Precisely. Eventually other splices will make their mouths and throats and their rectums become very adept at giving a magnificently tight fuck to penises that range in size of several inches in length and less than an inch [2½ cm] wide, to ones over 12 inches long [30 cm] and up to 2¾ inches [7 cm] across. This is very necessary considering their only roles in their future lives will be to function as fuck and suck machines. Their digestive systems will also be modified to help accommodate their restricted diet."

I was horrified to hear so boldly what was to happen to me. I saw the 3 minute holo but did not know what I would be force fed for the remainder of my life. I started crying again.

"One more thing gentlemen, let me show you their brain implants that will regulate their behavior, the little of it there will be."

I was being fitted with numerous tubes and wires for my own bio-tank by the time they left. I was so in shock that I never did resist. Besides the three men had more muscles in their arms than I had in my entire body. After being installed into the bio-tank, I could no longer even move on my own. I was in such total despair. The inoculation was then put into my vein, and my fate was sealed. The next time I was conscious would be in my new form. And I realized that this was even worse than being made into a regular BoyToy.

The next thing I knew, I was being lifted onto a full service bio-bed, and although quite weak, I felt remarkably well. But I knew what was to come and started shuddering, and crying. A doctor came up to my bed and was addressing a few others out of my view.

"Gentlemen, this is going to be a great departure for us. This boy will now be fitted with a series of major restrictive devices which will permit him ONLY that small movement he will need to accomplish our needs. Note also that several composite rods will actually be thrust through his body so that we will have complete control of his future body movements. Note also that he has been temporarily drugged so that he will not resist our efforts in this regard. Note also the tears. He knows his fate."

At this point I was maneuvered into a cradle position and my hands and forearms were actually adhered to the outside of my lower legs and feet. This glue was temporary, but what was NOT temporary were the three bands of special composite that were adhered to my body. The first band encircled my wrist and my lower legs just above the ankles. The second was placed near the top of my forearms and around my lower leg just below my knee. The third was placed between these two. Then a machine was brought over and these bands were permanently emplaced.

"Note gentleman that these bands are now part of the boy's very body. They even have sent fibers into his bones. His arms and legs are permanently attached. Now for something new even for us. This white rod is stronger than hi-steel yet is capable of being permanently implanted into this boy's body. Note these holes that run through both of his ankles. Watch."

The rod was put into one of these holes and then through the one in my other ankle. Then my legs were positioned far apart. It was very uncomfortable but I would have a lifetime to get used to it. Then cables were fitted to the ends of the bar which now stuck out from both side by about a half foot. A switch was hit and the bar became permanent portion of my body, held permanently in place. The cables were removed. I cried realizing that I was essentially unable to move. But there was more. A white framework was positioned about my neck and hairless head.

"Now this head cradle will also be affixed permanently. It will only allow the boy movement of his head up-and-down, depending from which position the various penises are to shoved into his mouth for sucking. Of course that will be under our control and not his."

Again two cables were put onto two parts of the cradle and the switch was again hit. I could feel it adhere to my head, neck, and upper back. I could no longer move my head at all. But it was actually a relief since I longer had to strain to keep my head in any one position.

The doctor continued his explanation: "And now gentlemen, the final pole. This one, along with the one through the boy's ankles, will be the pivot points of his body as it progresses through the daily line through the various animal-boy pens. This boy, along with the other four, will need only concentrate on one goal. To suck and to be fucked. All other things are done for him, even his daily movement through his living domain. At various times during the day, his face will be attached to a forced feeding machine which will address his nutritional needs. Of course his primary diet will be what he obtaines from all the various penises shoved into his mouth and throat." At that point another white rod was fitted into the very long hole that started at the outside of one shoulder, through my shoulder blades and upper spine, and through my other shoulder. I could no longer move my shoulders up and down or even forward and back. Again the rod was sealed into place, and became a permanent portion of my own body. I was thankful that it at least caused no pain. These two rods, after being affixed to the moveable assembly line that wove its way through the various animal-boy enclosures, could also be adjusted to make sure my mouth and ass hole were at the right height and angle for the various penises that would be using them. I was still so frustrated that this was to be my place in life forever. I had stopped crying but was still horrified at my fate.

"Notice that since this boy will never need his penis or testicles, that the penis has been reduced to that short hard, pencil-thin, one inch [2½ cm] projection that you see above his now bean sized testicles. One other thing gentlemen. You will note these special glands at his mouth and anus. They will emit powerful pheromones that will attract the sexual appetites of our newly modified animal-boys. As you know we have six different varieties at this time. Each one of these animal-boys has been modified so that their form is an exact replica of an animal. Note that physiologically, each animal-boy is still human, with the normal human physical needs such as food, and so on. But there is this main difference. Although each boy is still mentally and emotionally a boy there is the addition of some of the characteristics of each animal that they have been turned into."

"The monkeys will be rambunctious and very sex oriented. Their small red penises will be frequently jabbing at everything in sight. This new boy here, along with the other four, will be used for the animal-boys' training. That the animal-boys are actually boys will enable a sure and fast training time. The next pen holds the goat-boys. They will tend to be playful but of course very horny. Their long slender penises will easily be accommodated by our five special boys. The dog-boys will be playful, loyal, and friendly. And constantly wanting to lick these boys' sexual parts. Again these five boys have been modified to handle the exceptionally large knots that develop during the dog-boys' orgasm. The fifth animal is our donkey-boys. They and the horse-boys have penises of up to 12 inches [30 cm] but again can be accommodated by the new five recruits."

As for these five boys, as their implants will gradually be engaged over the next few days, and the boys' brains will be forced to remove memory and function no longer deemed necessary for their future roles; they will increasingly be turned into purely fuck-suck animals themselves. They will have no other role and thus need no other cognition."

"Hence the new implant in this boy will gradually turn off about one-half of his brain function. He will have his sight and ability to smell in place which will affect his desire for sex and his ability to enjoy it. Of course his libido will be gradually increased to the maximum we can force it. For this boy here it will hit about 9.0 on the Menchner scale. In other words, in a few days from now his ENTIRE desire and ability to comprehend will include ONLY one thing. He will have a continuous need and desire of having sex. He will suck with his front hole and he will be fucked in his rear one. Eventually no other thought patterns will exist. Of course this boy was special. Very few boys can be so limited in this way and still retain the full scope of enjoying sex. They usually start to connect the enjoyment of sex with many other things. But not these few boys. And our animals will sense this. They will be happy too. And that is our original goal. Each boy will be fucked constantly for 18 hours, and then have a 6 hour total down time where all sensory input is closed off to them. Essentially, in a few days from now, all they will be are fuck and suck machines. I told the boss I could do this with just five boys, and I will soon prove this.

Jake started crying again as he heard about his eventual fate. Total despair overtook him as he felt himself being moved over to a mag-lift cart to be brought to his final destination for his permanent installation. His body movements were strictly curtailed by the manner in which he was permanently trussed up. He was brought to what looked like two long parallel cables set on a strange pulley system. The cables were set about five feet [1.50 m] apart, hanging from them at short intervals he could see short brackets hanging down about afoot. The two poles which ran through his ankles and shoulders were now lifted upwards and they were now attached to four of these hanging brackets. He was now hanging with his butt toward the floor. He could see the other four boys now hanging in similar fashion in front.

Then he saw the same men he had seen earlier come into the corridor they now found himself. The head guy started to address them again.

"As you can see here gentlemen, now the five boys have been positioned onto the delivery system that will in turn bring them through all six of the animal-boy habitats. Their bodies and limbs have been so conditioned by their modifications, that these five boys need never be taken off this cable delivery system. We will watch as they enter the first habitat where the system and the brackets from which they hang will automatically adjust so that their respective holes will be in optimum position to be used by the animal-boys in question. Note also that in some cases their up and down orientations will be reversed depending on the way we want their holes penetrated. Note further that the cradles that have been permanently affixed to their heads and shoulders will automatically adjust their mouths and throats for the optimum angle. This corridor here is specifically designed to be their six hour resting place. Note that they will never need to be freed from the cable delivery system. When that control deems everything is ready, this section will automatically close off, jets of special liquid will bathe their bodies, and then arms will spring out to bring a nipple feeding device which will automatically be fed into their mouths. A device will clamp this nipple into their mouths, thus force feeding them what is deemed to supplement their diet of cum. Their bodies have been so modified to extract out every last possible bit of nutrition. A chemical in this feed will also trigger their bowel movements."

Jake started crying again realizing that he would never be freed from these cables and brackets. To forever hang by these two poles that transfixed his body. That forever held his legs stretched wide apart. That he forever would be the sexual object of training animal-boys.

"So gentlemen, since there are no more questions, let us proceed. When I trigger this remote, the implants within the boy's bodies will permit the output of chemicals within their systems so that within a couple days, these boys will be the horniest boys on the planet. In addition, their minds will soon degenerate to have their one needed focus – being fucked and sucking.

Jake screamed as the control was touched.

Eventually Jake could only consider and think about one thing – having the animal-boys fuck his rear hole and for him to suck their penises with his forward hole. Life was so simple and rewarding. He was totally content to let the mechanism make all necessary movements for him as he was brought from place to place. He felt so content. And even fortunate. How many other boys out there get to fuck and suck their entire lives and reach such amazing orgasms? He felt so content. And there was amazing variety in his life. Sometimes the penises were small, and something very large. Some had smooth tapered lengths and others had a huge knot. And there were wonderful varieties of both flavor and smell. Some mounted him with heavy force, while others were rapid and smooth. And then there was the amazing variety in position. Sometimes his mouth and throat were stretched downward so that the penis entered his mouth with the body of the animal-boy above his chin, while sometimes the hind legs were there and the body was touching his head. The same was true of his rear end. Sometimes the animal-boy will lay atop his tiny penis and stretch over his upper body. At other times he will be invaded from the rear. All this amazing variety!

And his one and only need is filled over and over again. No other cares existed. How wonderful his new life. Jake frequently smiled internally realizing that his dream of sex filling his life had come true.

Chapter 9
Turn About

The small 7 year old boy was minding his own business. He never noticed as I stealthily approached. Since I have been now recruiting solely for BoyToys, Inc., I enjoyed my job more, and felt more secure in that if caught, I realized that BoyToys, Inc. had the ability to 'buy' my freedom. Of course I was a professional abductor. Each abduction was meticulously planned and carried out. The small seven year old will have no chance. I was 27, at my prime, and if I have to say so myself, a powerfully built individual at 6' 3" [1.90 m], and 260 pounds [118 kg] of solid muscle. I was quite proud of my hard earned bulk. (Also of the 11 black inches [23 cm] between my legs). And no drugs for me. I did it all the honest way. This kidnapping was almost a no-brainer. My ground vehicle was ten feet [3 m] behind me with the portal open and awaiting. The tiny needle in my hand will render the boy unconscious in seconds. This boy was picked because he was entirely alone and had no close friends. He was also quite cute. Seven years old, blond hair, blue eyes, but with an underlying skin tone that gave just a suggestion of perhaps a darker skinned heritage. In other words, a boy so delicious I could eat him right here. I was not allowed to use him, but I would have the opportunity with another boy later. Perks of the job. This was to be entirely professional and I've taken pride in that all of my twenty-four kidnappings without the slightest mishap.

One last check of the micro monitors to make sure no one was near. The boy's habits were easy to map out. He never had anyone with him when he went to the park. I had just grabbed the boy's jacket behind his neck, twisted and raised my arm. This brought the boy right off the ground and then I slapped at his upper arm with the needle. I never used a pneumatic injector – too many things to go wrong. Just as the boy was starting to react by voicing an objection to what I was doing and to turn his head to see what was happening, I hit his arm and then yelled as the needle was deflected into my own hand. I looked up with a sudden shock as I felt the drug running rampant through my own body. FUCK! That was my last thought.

Until I woke up in some emergency room at some medical center. I groaned as I saw two hefty police officers and my wrist manacled to the bed. FUCK! DAMN! As instructed I never said word one.

Ten days later I was in some debriefing room somewhere in the depths of BoyToys, Inc. I was trembling. They DID NOT TOLERATE MISTAKES. Fortunately, after I explained what had happened, they seemed satisfied. After all, I had done very good work for them for a number of years. It seems that my needle had been deflected with a small arm band the boy wore on his upper arm below his jacket and shirt. How was I to know that? I also found out that someone later DID get that same boy. I was relieved when they left but then some computer nerd entered the room.

He extended a small screen and explained: "We need you to sign this statement. It is an explanation of exactly what happened, and what BoyToys, Inc., had to do to free you. It took close to 5 million credits and we had to use a bought judge that we were holding for a special task. Finally in this last paragraph is explained what you will do to make sure this never can happen again."

I hurridly signed giving the form barely a glance. "Don't worry bud. Next time I will make sure NOTHING goes wrong."

"I'm sure. We only need you now to report to room 13, Lab G! Dr. Dogood would like to show you exactly what will be happening to the boy you were supposed to have grabbed. A Mr. Quatrain Nichols WAS successful."

I groaned. I hated Quatrain's guts. Oh well. I was determined to never make such a mistake again. Even if I must research the boy a whole month!

I'd never been in the lab proper before and was fascinated seeing some of the boy's in their bio-tanks undergoing modification. I was really turned on watching one boy, no bigger than the boy I was to grab, who was now sporting a penis fully two feet [60 cm] long! And testicles to match! I wondered what he will be doing in the future. I also wondered how he would be able to walk with equipment that would do a stallion proud. Another tank had a boy about 6 years old with TWO adult sized penises at his groin, and one at the end of each wrist in place of his hands! A final tank had a boy, about maybe 15 or 16, without any genitals at all – perfectly smooth. His rectal opening was also so large I was wondering what he would be accommodating.

Dr. Dogood greeted me at the entrance to Lab G-1. I was surprised to see the tanks here rather large. But I was shown into a side room in which a small holo unit was temporarily set up.

"Since one of our procurers was just here with our new boy, I'd thought I'd take the time to show you exactly what is to happen to him – the same one that you had been commissioned to provide. This is the boy here right before his first gene-splice."

On the screen was a really cute naked 7 year old. The image was rotating slowly as we watched. He was well proportioned for his age and had just a hint of fat softening the lines of his beautiful torso. His skin was just a tiny bit dusky, but set off his blond hair and blue eyes magnificently. His face held a pert smile and held a glint of deviltry. His innocent expression was highlighted with his round cheeks set slightly high and his smile produced dimples. His small thin penis was engorged and jutting out a straight 1½ inches [4 cm]. It was circumcised and the head, along with the pouch holding tiny testicles, was slightly darker in color. Just seeing it I wanted so much to stick my finger up his little butt hole and suck on his penis.

As the boy turned I could see his spine trailing downward to his beautiful butt. The image stopped momentarily as the boy was bent over and his tiny brownish tinted pucker was shown. He was perfect and I realized why he had been picked by BoyToys, Inc.

Dr. Dogood spoke up. "Exceptional isn't he? He was picked primarily for his looks. His future task will be simple. I will now in virtual reality show what will be accomplished over the next five months."

A new image was shown but I could see no discernable differences except that now the boy was entirely bald. Unlike many people, he was very good looking that way.

"This is after the first gene splice but before any surgery. The usual changes were made, negating any effect from the usual hormones, and making sure that this will be a 7 year old forever. A chemical has been introduced into his brain tissue that will no longer allow the production of the protein responsible for the formation of any long term memory. The boy will forever live in the present and each day will be, to him, the first of his captivity. His testicles have also been altered so that when sucked on, he will come to a body shattering orgasm that will last as long as his penis is being sucked on. The small amount of liquid that will escape his penis will be a powerful sexual enhancement drug. This aphrodisiac will be able to both enhance the intensity and also prolong the duration of the recipient's orgasm. Note that the boy's prostate and other glands will be so augmented that he will forever have a libido of about 6.7 on the Menchner Scale. He will never again be able to be without a need for his next orgasm. No longer will he grow either hair or his nails. This was necessary considering the nature of his final installment."

I wondered what that was all about. I guess I will soon find out. The next holo showed a smiling boy but one that was also in the throws of a monstrous sexual need. But strangely his limbs were spread outward away from his body. It could be seen that he could move a bit but was totally unable to bring his legs together nor bring his arms toward his body although he was making an effort to do so.

"This is after his final gene splice. He is now prepared for his final installment. Note that his body is being held in a partial suspension field. This is being self generated by the successful implant of a life time battery pack within his very body and will also allow him to remain in a generally standing position indefinitely since all force is directed proportionately throughout his entire body. His penis will forever remain rigid and has been so enhanced that it will never suffer from nearly constant use. Nor will his butt hole which will get fingers inserted on a regular basis. In fact, the user, to obtain his sexual enhancement drug, will be required to insert his finger into the boy's rectum, stimulate his prostate, and at the same time suck on the penis. The boy will be able to provide this service indefinitely. In fact that is precisely his life task."

The next holo showed the final production unit in his final position of his owner's place of business. There seemed to be two boy's situated in elevated alcoves with their penis and butts at the perfect sucking level.

"These alcoves were equipped to take care of all the boy's needs including feeding and waste removal. When temporarily shut down, tubes will automatically be fed into various openings of the perpetually suspended boy and will both provide any extra nutrients and remove any urine and feces. His rectum will also be cleaned out. His skin care will also be taken care of. Because of the boy's situation, this will probably have to be done about once every four hours. From the boy's perspective, he will see himself permanently held within the suspension field, never to be able to exit his alcove. His whole task, to provide the sexual enhancement drug to its users."

The boy seemed held only by the suspension field making sure every square inch of his beautiful body was available for view. However, there was a strange severe gag set far into the boy's widely stretched mouth. I could see what appeared to be an actual plug taking up the entire area of the boy's permanently forced open mouth. There was also a row of metal pegs above the boy's upper lip, and also below the lower lip. These in turn appeared to be held in a small curved metal strip giving the boy the appearance of having a metal mustache above his upper lip, and a thin one below his lower lip. The devise looked purely evil. The boy's widely stretched open mouth was held immobile by this device. The front of the plug had a silver ring which I assumed could be pulled on to remove the large plug.

"As you can see, the boy's mouth is permanently affixed open, and is plugged. For a slight additional fee, the customer may temporarily remove the mouth plug, insert his own penis and fuck the boy's mouth. When the ejaculate reaches the boy's modified stomach, it triggers various chemical reactions that send other specially produced chemicals to his own prostate. Then, when the customer stimulates the boy to produce his sexual enhancement drug, it is now specifically tailored to the customers own body chemistry and becomes more than twice as effective. Note also that the customer can introduce both his hands and mouth into the alcove, but the boy is totally and permanently contained within. For his entire life."

I was totally mesmerized as a customer approached the boy who could only move any part of his body no more than about an inch [2½ cm] in any direction. The man grabbed the ring on the boy's mouth plug, and with a small twist, pulled it away. Immediately the boy seemed slightly agitated as he started moving his body the small amount allowed. Eerily there was barely a sound coming from the boy's mouth. I was then told that his voice had been permanently muted to a barely audible level. The boy's apparent ineffectual struggle was accompanied with a very low volume wail. The customer, who stood entirely naked, merely reached into the alcove, grabbed the boy behind his head with both hands, and shoved his engorged 7 inch [18 cm] penis into the boy's mouth. Now the boy tried to struggle more and also started moaning lightly but the man was quickly shoving his stiff penis in and out of the boy's mouth and throat with gusto. I could hear the boy gasping for air as the penis retreated, but then shaking again as soon as the huge member was shoved in until the man's pubic hair framed the boy's upper lip. Eventually the man shoved his penis into the boy one last time and held it there as spasm after spasm convulsed through his body. Eventually he retreated from the now wildly struggling boy who then drew in a large gasping breath. I could see a few tears dripping down the boy's face and hear a barely audible whimpering. The boy's struggles to move more than an inch [2½ cm] here and there, soon subsided.

The man, who had recovered from his own orgasm, then started sucking on the boy's still rigid penis. He also extended his entire finger up the boy's butt. The boy started moaning quietly and then was pushing his groin forward as the man continued to suck. Wow. I was ready to cream right there and it was only a holo. Eventually the man started swallowing the small output of the boy's penis while the boy's eyes seemed to roll back into his head. It was quite evident from the boy's weak gyrations coupled with his minor moans, that he was in the throws of a powerful orgasm.

"Damn doc. That poor boy seemed not to especially enjoy choking on that man's penis but is enjoying the action now."

"That is quite evident. And to think that this will be the boy's entire life task."

"Holy shit doc. You mean that boy will forever be held within that alcove?"

"Correct. When the owner decides that this particular boy has been in that particular establishment long enough, the entire alcove can be picked up and transported elsewhere."

"That kid. Just think; to never be allowed to do anything but be sucked to orgasm and force fed a man's jisim."

"Well the one compensation the boy has is that the orgasm encompasses his entire body and is very intense, very prolonged, and very pleasurable. Also the boy's memory will forever be on day one so to speak. Just imagine if the boy had his long term memory intact. He would remember literally millions of times of being used. Millions of meals of human spunk. Years and years of total captivity. And no hope. His despair would necessarily be quite profound."

Dr. Dogood had this strange expression as he looked at me. I started getting this terrible feeling.

"You will never again endanger this organization. You will be converted to a 7 year old, and the boy I just described will be you in about six months from now. I've seen photos of you when you were seven. Quite small and very cute."

I felt a prick on my neck and crumbled to the floor as some drug entered my system. Ten minutes later I found myself totally naked and secured to a grav-table and I was screaming internally as I watched the first gene-splice drug enter my system. I moaned as I was placed into the oversized bio-tank.

Six months later I was placed into my alcove. I soon saw my first customer. I was amazed at how intense the flavor of sperm really was. My toothless mouth was now permanently held open. I could barely move and was forced to swallow what now appeared to me an absolutely huge penis. I looked out of my alcove at the man before me and the realization that this would be my entire life had me literally quaking. Then soon after a finger was rammed into my tiny pucker hole, and my forever stiff one and three quarter inch [4½ cm] penis was engulfed in the man's mouth. I was given an entirely mind blowing orgasm. At least I would have that. But I wondered how I would be reacting say 10 or 20 or 30 years from now.

Dr. Dogood watched the holo of the man-boy's first feeding and orgasm. He smiled. He never did tell him that he had felt a final compassion for him; at the last moment Dr. Dogood eliminated the man-boy's long term memory. At least his day of being used will forever be his first.

Dr. Dogood turned off the holo and turned toward a very amazing set of identical triplets strapped to three padded grav-tables. His next assignment. These three 12 year old boys had quite a prospective future. It involved a continuous rotation of the three boys in a program of sex and torture. One will be forced to help a customer torture his own brother while the second brother will assist another man in molesting and raping the same boy. These roles will constantly be rotated among the three boys. These particular boys took two years to find. The owner of the boys wanted them not only to be homosexual and submissive, but he also wanted them to freely accept – with the proper brain implants and pathway changes, and subsequent modifications – their masochistic roles. Each of the boys had just reached the brink of pubescence, and their entire life experience with sex will be as a BoyToy.

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